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sluts4matt · 11 days
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BEACH VLOG
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pairing: soft!matt x latina!reader
summary: vlogging a day at the beach with your boyfriend and his brothers is always fun. until matt starts getting handsy and you guys have to go away from the two.
warnings: SMUT, fingering, pet names, tons of praising, public, no actual p in v, fluff tbh
word count: 1079
author's note: i really hope i did your request justice @kscutzzzz, might be the softest thing i've written so far tbh
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"look at this shell," you say to nick who points the vlog camera at you. your body was clad in a black two-piece bathing suit, the fabric hugging your honey-colored skin nicely. matt and chris come up behind the two of you, giggling like morons.
a small grin tugs at your lips feeling matt's arms snake around your waist. your finger traced the tattoos on his left arm. "a shell?" the brunette questions, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "yes, yes," you babble like a child, "a pretty shell."
you turn in the boy's grasp, the camera still recording the two of you. his arms hugged your waist as he looked down at you. you brought the shell in between the two of you, showing it to him with innocent eyes. "see?"
matt nods, "it's beautiful." you grin, leaning up to peck his lips before wiggling out of his grasp and running back to where you got it from. "awe, so cute," chris mocked while nick cooed, the two brothers looking at matt.
"still don't understand how you bagged that at the ripe age of fifteen," chris chuckles, watching you run towards the shore. you had always been a bit weird, never in a bad way though.
the way you giggled at the smallest of things, and the way your voice would change to sounding like a child when you were excited had always made matt's heart flutter. and it still did even after five years.
"she's amazing," matt simply states, watching you bend over, the black bikini bottoms accentuating your ass. his mouth practically watered. "gonna marry her someday," matt mumbles before walking towards you.
"what are you doing baby?" he asks, watching as you scrape your feet around the wet sand and examine the ground. "looking for more shells, wanna help?" you ask, giving him the cutest puppy dog look.
matt grins, nodding his head. the two of you began to search around the sandy floor, and matt would be lying if he said he wasn't looking up every so often to sneak a glance at you.
you bent over a lot, giving him the perfect view of your cleavage. god, he wanted nothing more than to rip that thing off of you and fuck you right here in the ocean. "oh look, i found a starfish," you exclaim, pointing at the sea creature that occupied an underwater rock and making a 'yay' noise.
"good job babe," matt compliments, and you give him a proud grin. you were the sweetest girl in the world, and the fact that you were his made his ego rise.
"how about we swim now, hm?" matt suggests, and you nod eagerly. he grins, picking you up by your hips with ease, and carrying you deeper into the water.
your legs wrap around his waist as the cold water touches your toes. "cold," you squeal, burying your face in his neck. "don't worry baby, you'll get used to it," matt reassures.
matt was right, after a few seconds, the water didn't feel as cold as it first did. you let him carry you behind a few rocks, hiding your two bodies from the eyes of the public. "so pretty angel," he whispers, setting you down, placing his hands on your cheeks as he peppers your lips with kisses.
you let him, giggling softly. your fingers played with the hairs on his neck. "you look so pretty in this," he whispers, kissing down to your neck and biting the spot between your neck and shoulder.
your hand came up to his head, gripping the hair on his head. he sucks a hickey onto your neck before moving down to your collarbones.
"so pretty for me, my pretty baby," he whispers against your skin, one of his hands dropping down to the bottom half of your bathing suit. "gonna make you feel good," matt mumbles, rubbing his middle and ring finger against the crotch of your bathing suit.
"mhm," you squeak, an arm wrapped around his neck for support. "you want that, pretty girl?" he asks, continuing to rub his fingers against you. "yes, please," you whimper, pushing your hips against his hand.
"my girl is so pretty and polite, such a good girl for me," he praises, slipping his fingers past the hem of your bottoms. he rubs his fingers up and down your folds, his fingers easily collecting the wetness.
"all this just from me?" he teases, and you nod, a small whimper leaving your lips. "so perfect, angel. gonna finger you now, okay?" he tells you, and you nod.
matt was the sweetest boy, always making sure you were comfortable before doing anything.
he slips a finger inside of you, his mouth going to suck marks into your neck that would definitely get questioned later by the boys. "more," you breathe, your nails digging into his shoulders.
his hand goes to cover your mouth and his nose nudges your ear before he's whispering. "quiet baby, can't let anyone know what we're doing," he shushes, adding another finger.
you moan against his hand, and he presses kisses against your jaw. his fingers pump in and out of you slowly, trying not to be rough.
his fingers curl and he presses against a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. your grip on his shoulder tightens and you press your hips down against his fingers, silently asking him to keep touching you there.
"you like that baby? like it when i touch that spot?" he asks, continuing to rub his fingers against it. you nod quickly, and his thumb circles your clit. your eyes slip closed and your head lolls forward, resting on his shoulder.
your orgasm creeps up on you, and you can't find yourself to warn matt. the pleasure becomes too much and you're letting out a strangled cry against his hand, and your thighs shaking.
he helps you ride out your high, slowing his movements and pressing kisses along your neck and jaw. "my good girl, you did so well," he coos, pulling his fingers from your heat and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"thank you," you mumble, your head still buried in the crook of his neck. "i love you," he mutters against your hair, and you can't help but grin. "i love you too, but if we don't leave this place soon, they'll come looking for us," you giggle.
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moonstruckme · 3 months
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hiiii ! im not sure if you take requests but i would LOVE just a small sirius x coquette reader blurb!!! nothing specific just anything!
i just think they would be so opposites and it would be so so cute <3
Hi gorgeous, I do! Thanks for requesting <3
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 810 words
“I feel like I’m smelling smoke,” you say, and Sirius hastily lets the strand of hair fall from the curling wand. 
“You’re delusional,” he replies when it doesn’t look totally charred. “I’m a pro at this, sweetheart.” 
You hum dubiously. “Well, I appreciate your help. I can never reach the ones in the back, they always end up looking wonky.” 
“Yeah, you owe me big,” Sirius lets his voice stretch long and reluctant, as if you don't both know how much he loves getting to play with your hair. “Gonna do a ribbon today?”
“Sure.” You lean forward to apply your lipstick in the mirror. 
“Which one?” 
“You can pick, Siri.” 
He deliberates for a moment, taking the opportunity to let his eyes skim over you under the guise of assessing your outfit, before holding a pink one up in the mirror for your approval. You nod happily, and Sirius begins gathering your hair in his hands. 
“Hold still a minute, pretty thing.” He makes sure there’s a couple of ringlets loose in the front like you like them and pins the ribbon in place. 
“Is it straight?” you ask, twisting your lipstick shut and capping it. 
“Dollface, you wound me.” 
“Fine, I’ll trust you.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “Ready to go, love?” 
“Actually, let me get ready really quickly.” Sirius peers into the mirror with great concentration and shoves his hands into his hair, shaking it out at the roots until it looks as messy as possible. “Okay, ready.” 
“Hilarious.” 
“You’re just jealous,” he says, “that my routine is so much easier than yours.” 
“Siri, I’ve seen you spend hours cutting the sleeves off of all your t-shirts.” You give him a teasing look, slipping your feet, clad in frilly socks, into your Mary Jane’s while Sirius tugs on his combat boots. “Don’t act like you’re so low-maintenance.” 
“You wish you had tattoos this sick to show off.” Sirius feels sort of like a big dog you’ve got on a leash, the way you stroll towards the front door with him on your heels. 
“Not really, no. That’s your thing, not mine.” 
“Someday,” he says wistfully, following you out the door and shutting it behind him. “Someday I’m going to get you into a tattoo shop, and you’re going to come out looking so punk rock no one will even recognize you.” 
You give him a deadpan look, though the effect is made somewhat less intimidating by your sweet face and cutesy outfit. “Sure, love.” Sirius grins at you, straddling his bike and slipping on his helmet. You hesitate. “Can we walk? It’s not far, and I don’t want the wind to mess up my hair.” 
“Oh.” A tiny pang of disappointment goes through Sirius, but he understands. Hair is always the priority. “Sure.” 
“Actually, wait just a second.” You lean in close to his face, frowning, and Sirius’ eyebrows inch upwards before he realizes you’re using the reflective visor of his helmet to see yourself. You purse your lips. 
“I forgot to blot,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. You bring a finger to your mouth, tapping at your bottom lip to remove the excess lipstick. Sirius watches the motion with unchecked awe, your pretty pink lips supple and oscillating under your touch. 
“Siri, baby, can I have your hand?” 
He gives it to you without hesitation, and you raise it to your lips, stamping pink lipstick onto the backside of his palm. You press your lips together one final time before smiling, satisfied. “Okay, you can take the helmet off now.” 
Sirius does, almost in a trance, looking down at the mark you’ve left on his hand. It’s perfectly pressed, the pink a funny-looking contrast against his dark painted nails and the silver rings that adorn his knuckles. 
“C’mere, sweet thing,” he says. You look a bit perplexed, but step closer to where he’s still straddling his bike, the dainty floral pattern of your tights brushing his dark jeans. He takes your face in both hands. “You’re so lovely, you know that?” 
You’re well used to Sirius’ flirting, but the sincerity in his voice has a pretty blush rising to the apples of your cheeks. The pinkness of it matches nicely, the thinks, with your lipstick and the ribbon in your hair. Sirius pulls you towards him, smushing his lips to yours. 
You make a startled sound of protest. “Sirius!” you pull away, raising a hand to hover by your lips. “You’re going to mess it up!”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, but you’re already picking up his helmet from where he’d set it on the seat, checking your reflection. “It’s more punk rock that way.” 
“I told you.” You swipe at a smudged spot of pink at the corner of your lips, giving him a dazzling smile. “That’s your thing, not mine.”
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yoon-kooks · 2 years
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how many | jjk | 6
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Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU
Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.
Word Count: 5.8k
Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6
Warnings: fingering, blowjob, deepthroating, dirty talk, begging, unprotected sex, he calls her babe, tight little pussy, boy got a big cock, slight bondage kink, creampie, possible dick tattoo (?)
A/N: this is probably the most smut you're ever going to get from me as a writer💖
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◆ the one he'd been searching for ◆
At the door to his apartment, Jungkook shuffles around for the keys in his pocket. The shiny new addition to his key ring makes you smile to yourself as you follow him inside. The first thing you do is scan the hall for the fluffy white tenant. 
Upon hearing a tiny mew, Jungkook squats down, picks up Namjoon’s cat, and lets you greet her. She gives you a kiss with her pink nose before burrowing her face into your boyfriend’s elbow. For now, she’s the only one who’s allowed to be so adorable and affectionate with your man. But perhaps someday, the two of you will have kids who’ll also get to experience the love he radiates. It might take a while before it gets to that point, but the possibility leaves you excited for the future ahead.
“I’m gonna check and make sure my nosy roommate isn’t around today,” the boy says after dropping you and the cat off in his room.
While he’s off hunting Namjoons, you lay down on the bed next to the cat, still admiring the fresh tattoo on your hand through the clear wrap. You snap a quick pic of the bunny fairy and post it onto snowsleeve’s Instagram with the caption, “lent my hand to a hot new artist🐰✨”.
The comments that pour in are nothing but supportive.
“Pls tag this hot new artist so I can get my own👅”
“WHAT TAHTS SO CUTE OMF”
“i think ive seen this persons art before;;;”
“10/10 better than a face reveal”
“I need more of this”
“@agustd let’s get matching ones🐱🐣”
“#bunfairysearchparty”
“Looks kinda like @jjkINK’s style #bunfairysearchparty”
“okay wait i searched up @jjkINK and it makes sense. super talented #bunfairysearchparty #solved”
“@jjkINK Are your books open? Asking for a friend”
You’re so engrossed in all the comments that you don’t even notice the dark shadow sneaking up on you.
“Boo.” The curled-up kitty isn’t even fazed, but your whole body jerks up as Jungkook throws himself onto the bed beside you. He grins in victory. “What were you smiling at?”
“They’re starting a search party for you on Instagram,” you giggle, showing him your post along with all the comments. His eyes take in everything line by line. “A lot of people have sniffed you out already.”
“Well, they’re gonna have to wait a while before I’m officially open for business.” He pulls you into his chest and plants a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a tease, Y/N.”
“It’s not my fault I wanted to show off my talented artist boyfriend,” you hum against his smooth skin. “By the way, how’d your Namjoon hunt go?”
“He sent me a text saying he’s out on a date or something. I told him I’d feed the cat so he can go get laid.”
“Aww, what a good roommate.” You give him a kiss on the lips, and his tongue doesn’t waste any time. It hasn’t been more than ten minutes in his apartment and he’s already craving your taste. 
The subtle movements of your bodies against the mattress wake the cat from its nap. She stretches and yawns before wedging herself into the warmest spot on the bed—right between you and Jungkook. Her whiskers rub gently against your wrapped tattoo as she purrs away. That tiny bit of contact is enough to make you wince at the soreness. Hopefully your boyfriend didn’t see.
“You should see my cat, Jeon,” you say as you wiggle your index finger around in front of the kitty’s big eyes. You of course use your non-tattooed hand so that your bunny fairy won’t be swiped by a feisty kitty paw. She catches your finger and starts nibbling on it.
“You have a cat too?” He believes you, even though you were just trying to be sly and cute.
You shrug your shoulders, and then it clicks for him
“Hey, can you come back in like an hour or two?” Jungkook asks of the oblivious cat, who finally gets the message and leaps onto the gaming chair instead. Turns out she’s a cockblock just like her father.
With the cat out of the way, the boy takes hold of your wrist to inspect the battle scar from earlier. It’s still swollen and red. “Are you gonna be okay for…?”
You nod despite the sharp stinging in your hand. The wait has gone on long enough.
“Okay, just don’t get too carried away with your tattoo hand.” He lifts your oatmeal sweater up and over your head and tosses it onto his desk, quickly followed by his white tee. Your eyes wander up from the feisty fairy on his abs as he holds both of your hands above your head against the pillows and climbs on top of you. “Let me do all the work today,” he says.
He quickly identifies the nape of your neck as a weak spot and caresses you there with his lips. One bite at a time, he works his way between your breasts, down your belly, to your inner thigh, only protected by your plaid mini skirt and sheer black stockings.
The preppy look you were going for comes undone piece by piece as Jungkook helps you out of your skirt and then your stockings. You’re left only in your lacy black lingerie.
“So… where’s this cat you wanted to show me?” he asks. He can’t play innocent. Not when he already has his finger looped around the lace that hugs your hips. 
“Find it,” you taunt him as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. His dinosaur boxers get your approval.
“Wait, is it a tattoo…?” He tugs at the lace with eagerness. “Down here?”
It’s cute how he’s always thinking about that one tattoo he hasn’t found on you yet. But it’s finally time to put the poor boy out of his misery. 
You sit yourself up, slide the lace down your legs, and fling it over to the growing pile of clothing on his desk. Without hesitation, the boy’s eyes are drawn to the untouched skin between your legs. He licks his lips and leaves them parted as he stares with such intensity. There’s no tattoo to be found there, but that doesn’t make him any less fixated on what he sees.
With gentle fingers, you close his jaw and lift his chin to meet your gaze so that he can’t just drool over your pussy all day. Leaning in, you snap him out of his daze and whisper, “Does that answer your question?”
Jungkook nods and steals a kiss. “Guess that means there’s only one place left to look.”
A confident hand works its way around to your back and unclasps your bra. You press the lace to your chest before it falls off your shoulders. 
This is it. This is where your little game with Jungkook finally comes to an end. You won’t have any more tattoos or secrets up your sleeve because he’ll have seen every part of you. He’s seen the shy you, the passionate you, the dorky you, the artist you, and everything in between. 
You let him into your world, and he embraced it.
The bra slips from your tattooed hand and falls onto your thighs. You watch as your boyfriend scans every inch of your bare upper body until he settles on the lower outer corner of your left breast.
“It’s pretty.” His thumb strokes the tiny piece of art on your skin. It’s the silhouette of a black cat perched atop a red crescent moon. “You did it yourself?”
You give Jungkook a modest nod as he looks down at his own chest to figure out how in the world you tattooed yourself at such an awkward angle. He might be the only fuck boy out there who’d delay sex in order to consider the specifics of a tattoo so intently.
Out of nowhere, you run both hands up the boy’s torso and push him down against the mattress and between your thighs. Perhaps he wants all the details about your first tattoo, but you can save it for the pillowtalk that comes after sex.
“Maybe you can tattoo me in all the spots I can’t do myself,” you suggest, drawing attention to those tricky parts of your body—spots like your neck and anywhere on your back. Two hands grab your ass and scoot you forward until your face nearly collides with his.
“A booty tattoo would be pretty hot on you,” he says against your lips. He gives your ass a good squeeze before rolling you over and getting back on top of you. Without wasting a second, his fingers sneak their way between your legs, dip inside you, and coat themselves in your glaze. He glides around your clit and asks, “Or should I tattoo you down here?”
“Not opposed to either.” No tattoo is off the table if Jungkook is the one doing it. And despite your low pain tolerance, you know you’d definitely enjoy having his hands on you in either spot for a good hour or two. “I want you all over my body.”
“Say less.” One hand takes care of your breasts while the other continues to rub you up and down until you’re all nice and wet. The flicks of his fingers are soft and sexy, and it doesn’t take long before your body is squirming beneath him.
He pauses a couple of times and makes it very clear that he’s in no hurry. You, on the other hand, are quickly becoming a hot mess, and the snail speed isn’t helping. It’s torture at its finest.
“More… Jungkook,” you manage to say between moans. “Please.”
Your boyfriend stares down at how turned on and needy you are for him. His eyes wander across your naked body from your slick center to your perky nipples to your flushed face. He takes his thumb and swipes it gently over your lips.
“Do you want my mouth up here?” he asks, watching carefully for a cue from you. His fingers down below tap on your clit several times. “Or down here?”
You feel the bundle of nerves swelling up between your legs at the mere thought of him lapping you up and eating you out. He’d be latched onto your center with the tightest grip around your thighs, unable to control himself like a vampire sucking his plaything dry. His tongue would surely be the death of you.
But the huge bulge in his boxers is an even deadly temptation.
You weave your fingers through the long hair at his neck and pull him down until your lips can reach his. This kiss is filled with hunger and lust. “Here is perfect,” you say before he goes in for seconds.
The boy obliges and continues on with the makeout session. He pulls back a second later and asks, “Wait, has anyone ever gone down on you?”
“Not yet.” Something tells you that’ll change in the near future, though.
Jungkook gives you a cheeky smile like the troublemaker he is. “You’re so innocent, Y/N.”
It shouldn’t take long to change his mind about that.
You slide your hand up the front of his boxers, right over his bulge. His entire body stiffens against the sudden contact.
“By the way, I’ve been thinking a lot about this dick tattoo you may or may not have,” you say as you continue to rub him through the cotton. “I imagine something like a cute little snake.”
“Me? Cute and little?” Jungkook snorts. Now that he repeats your words back, you have to admit it was a pretty innocent remark on your end. At least you know he finds your innocence endearing. “Try saying that again with my cock down your throat.”
Eager to accept his challenge, you tug at his waistband. He steps out of his boxers with haste and kicks them off to the side. The first things you notice are of course his lack of a tattoo and his size. He might be even larger than you’d been estimating while silently evaluating the bulge through his boxers.
“Sorry to disappoint, but there aren’t any cute little snakes here,” the boy jokes. He leans back as you slither your fingers around him and bring yourself in for a closer look. He’s warm, veiny, and awfully big, but there’s nothing you can’t handle from him. You shudder at the thought of him pounding into you with that massive size and length. You swear you’ve never been so turned on just from looking at dick. If the perfect cock exists, you’re holding it.
“No worries, I always appreciate a long and large blank canvas to work with.” You feel clever for coming up with that one. And who knows. Maybe you’ll be the one working on his dick tattoo in the future.
Both you and Jungkook watch your tattooless hand go up and down his length. He’s getting so tense and worked up despite how little you’ve touched him. You want to see how far you can push him.
“I know you said you’d do all the work today, but I don’t think I can help myself,” you say, wetting your lips a few centimeters away from his erection. Perhaps it’s your own desires clouding your judgment, but he looks like he could really benefit from having your mouth around him. You plant a soft kiss just below his swollen tip and glance up at your boyfriend for his thoughts on your unspoken proposal.
“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” Jungkook’s eyes are as gentle as eyes can be in the midst of sex. He pokes the back of your tattooed hand and says, “Just be careful with this hand, okay?”
He’s being so sweet and considerate about your newly branded skin, but you honestly wouldn’t mind if he tied your hands up to ensure you’re behaving the way he asks. That’s another kink to explore some other time, though. 
“It’s a good thing sucking you off doesn’t require much hand usage,” you smirk. 
Knowing his eyes are all on you, you decide to make a spectacle out of what would otherwise be an ordinary blowjob. Your tongue starts by teasing him with a few wet kisses all around his length. The room is filled with the sounds of diligent sucking and the needy kind of moans you only make when you’re really craving cock. You want to make sure he knows how into his body you are.
When you take a peek to see how he’s holding up, he’s straining his neck just so he can watch exactly what you’re doing to him. If you didn’t already have your mouth around his cock, he probably would have started jerking off to the show you’re putting on for him with all your lewd sounds and naked body. You love the thought of him pleasuring his horny self at the sight of you doing something naughty.
“You taste better than ice cream,” you say after a very intentional flick of your tongue over his tip. The teasing doesn’t stop there, though. Your lips just barely graze him as you let half his length in. His poor cock is like a lollipop melting away against a tongue that hasn’t tasted pure sugar in months.
Even if you tried, you couldn’t stop. You’re addicted to him.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans in rhythm with the movements of your mouth. “I take back what I said about you being innocent.”
You try to fight off the stupid grin creeping up on you, but you fail miserably. “I’m only this naughty when I’m with you.”
“Good.” He does his best to maintain his composure as you take the rest of his length, but that’s not working out too well for him. You feel him wince in pleasure as soon as he hits the back of your throat. His breathing is rough and sloppy in a way you haven’t heard before. You’re driving him crazy, and you love it. “I need you all to myself.”
The boy watches on as you devour him like a popsicle. You’ve always thought you had your gag reflexes under control, but you have to admit his large size is a lot for your throat to take on. Jungkook wasn’t just talking himself up earlier.
Your half-moan, half-gag vibrates against his cock. His hand reaches for yours on instinct.
“You good, babe?” His sudden concern and pet name for you are like positive reinforcements for choking on his cock. You want to do it again, over and over. 
“Mm,” you moan, continuing to slide his length up and down your throat. Somehow, you feel your throat warming up to his size. That doesn’t mean you won’t keep gagging to stroke his ego, though. It’s your way of acknowledging that your boyfriend has (by far) the biggest cock you’ve ever sucked.
“Sure I’m not too big for you? What about your tight little pussy?” He’s taunting you again. And you lean right into it.
“Let’s find out.” You finally pull back from his erection and crawl forward until your breasts are dangling over him and your pussy is aligned with his cock. He reaches up with his thumb to wipe the glossy glaze off your plumped lips. You lick the rest up like sweet syrup.
To stall things out just a bit longer, you rock your hips back and forth so that your clit drags against his tip as the two of you makeout. You’d been so focused on sucking his cock that you’d forgotten how sensitive you still were between your legs. As tame as it might seem, grinding against him like this feels so fucking good. 
When your little bud gets a tad too excited, you put your hips on pause and push yourself back up into a sitting position on top of him. As soon as you lift your ass again, Jungkook’s hands slip beneath you for support. You make him watch as you curl several fingers up your pussy to ensure you’re wet and horny enough to accommodate his massive size. No shit you’re horny enough. 
You reach behind your back to grab his cock and position him where he can ease into you. His cock has the audacity to give you a little nudge at your entrance, but his eagerness is understandable. You feel it too. 
As you slowly lower yourself onto his length, you’re thankful for the “safe sex speedrun” (as your gamer boyfriend likes to call it) the two of you went on in the weeks leading up to this. Nobody’s getting preggy, nobody’s catching any STDs, but you will get to experience just how good he feels with no condom in the mix.
“You’re awfully tight, Y/N,” Jungkook hums, the corner of his eyes crinkling upward in the most endearing way possible. He’s right. He’s only got an inch or two in and plenty more to go. He must be feeling like a god right now.
You’ve encountered a handful of larger-than-average dicks in your sex life, but you’ve never taken this long to get them all the way in. The boy also picks up the time ticking away.
“In the meantime…” he starts but never finishes his sentence, rubbing your clit between two fingers. The jolt of pleasure proves to be counterproductive as your muscles tighten around his cock. You hate how weak you are to his fingers. One of these days, you know he’s going to catch on and make you get on your knees and beg before he even lays a finger on you. You won’t be able to resist, either.
“Fuck,” you huff. His fingers find a nice rhythm, gradually getting stronger and more intense. You give into the pleasure and throw your head back for just a second. But if he continues down this path, you’re going to come before you’ve got him halfway in. To prevent your bundle of nerves from exploding on the spot, you pull both of his hands up to your breasts as a distraction. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“You have the perfect tits, you know that?” He squeezes them both like stress balls even though you know he hasn’t had anything to stress about since midterms. It’s probably just the frustration building for every additional second he’s forced to wait before fucking the shit out of you.
Once he’s in as far as he’ll go, his hands slide down to your waist where he has a strong grip on you. Like the gentleman he is, he lets you take the lead first. You use a combination of your hips and thighs to leverage your weight up and down his length. Meanwhile, your greedy little fingertips take the opportunity to get acquainted with his hard abs. You’re once again reminded of how in shape he is. His commitment to everything important—his health, his studies, his future, you—is so incredibly attractive.
Despite how much you crave wild sex, this first bit is still slow and sensual, just until you adjust to his size. Your hips are hard at work on his cock, and you find it kind of romantic the way he gazes into your eyes as you pleasure yourself on him. 
As you speed up, you hear more and more grunts and groans from the boy’s throat. And once you’ve got a steady pace going, you start to feel his hips move beneath you. His thrusts are so strong that you’d probably bounce right off his cock if not for his hands keeping you strapped into place. At least he gets a nice little show from your bouncy tits he loves so much.
“Is rough okay with you? I can go harder,” he says with the smuggest look on his face. You didn’t realize there was a level up from what he was already doing. Not in that position anyway.
As soon as you nod, he lifts your entire body up off his cock like it’s nothing, just to show off the results of his daily visits to the gym. In a smooth transition, the two of you switch positions with you on your back and him on top.
You get a good look at him holding his big throbbing cock over you, and your hand wanders down between your legs on instinct without you realizing it. You rub away and feel how swollen and close you are to hitting your high. 
Leaving your legs spread open, you eagerly wait for Jungkook to shove himself back into you. He angles his cock at your entrance and works his way inside you with relative ease this time around.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the boy growls. He cups your chin and steals a passionate kiss from you before pinning you against the pillows. He has a gentle hold on the wrist with the bunny fairy flying right above it.
“And you’re so fucking big,” you finally admit, hoping to unlock another horny masculine urge from him. “It feels so good.”
The roughness behind his first few thrusts is a not-so-subtle reminder to hold on tight. You reach around with your free arm to hang onto his back, like an innocent hug that eventually turns dirty. If the sex gets any rougher, Jungkook might have a few claw marks on his back like he’d been scratched by a feral cat.
With your claws dug deep into his skin and your other arm still held down above your head, you feel secure beneath him—secure enough to ask to be fucked as hard and deep as your boyfriend can go.
The first opportunity you get, you throw your ankles up over his shoulders to angle yourself better and casually suggest deeper penetration. And as soon as you say the words, the boy pounds his cock into you and hits just the right spot. Over and over again.
The moan that escapes your throat is the filthiest sound you’ve ever made. It’s a combination of pure pleasure and you trying to fight off an orgasm. If you weren’t so caught up in the sex, you’d probably feel at least a tiny bit embarrassed. Instead, it only encourages you to keep losing yourself to the pleasure as you inch closer and closer to your high. You’re just really glad no one else is around to hear it.
“I’m close,” you say, making a total mess of his hair. He continues to fuck you hard while swirling his fingers down around your clit to finish you off. God, you love his fingers.
“I can tell, babe,” he chuckles sweetly. Of course he can tell. You wouldn’t be making lewd sounds like that unless you were at the peak pleasure of really good sex. And you love how he can continue to be so playful and endearing even when you’re about to come all over him.
You suddenly gasp out in pleasure and claw your nails into his neck. Your toes curl above his shoulders, and your pussy tightens its grip around his cock. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how fucking huge he feels inside of you.
As you ride out the waves of your orgasm, Jungkook uses the momentum to match your pleasure with his own. You run your hand against his back in a massaging motion and say his name softly to let him know you’re his number one supporter at the final stretch of this full-body workout session. 
He grunts your name back along with a lot of sloppy profanity in response to an exceptionally strong clench around him. He gets harder and harder with each thrust until you feel yourself being filled with his creamy glaze. It’s like a massive release of all the sexual tension that had built up from the day you two met. In your experience, normal sex doesn’t feel this good. Then again, you’d like to think you and Jungkook don’t have a normal relationship. 
It’s something special, and you want to cherish it forever.
You feel the wet trail that’s left behind as Jungkook pulls out, proof that it wasn’t all just a wild sex dream. His cock is drenched like a freshly glazed donut. You lick your lips even though you know you’re too worn out for another round.
“Hungry?” your boyfriend asks with the biggest grin before drowning you with a thousand soft kisses. “For actual food, I mean.”
“Right, actual food.” Your voice still has a naughty undertone as you hop up off the bed and stretch out your limbs. You make sure to give the boy a nice view of your glowy post-sex body. Maybe he’s also worked up an appetite just by staring at your naked self. An early dinner might be in order.
After washing up, you throw on one of Jungkook’s oversized tees and walk into the kitchen. The cat is busy eating her seafood dinner while the handsome chef is stirfrying noodles and veggies with what smells like the okonomi sauce you recommended to him some time ago. You spot the half-empty bottle on the counter to confirm your suspicions.
“You’re right, this sauce makes everything better,” he says with a noodle hanging from his mouth. He slurps it up and gives you a small bite to try as well. It tastes so familiar yet brand new at the same time. Something tells you it’s the chef that makes all the difference. You’d eat those noodles every day if Jungkook were the one cooking them for you.
“We should try making actual okonomiyaki one time,” you suggest, dishing the meal out between two bowls. That would be a fun little date activity—shopping for ingredients together, struggling to make a proper okonomiyaki, and eating it anyway when things go horribly wrong.
“Ooh, yeah. Have you seen all those videos where they’re throwing all the shit together on one of those hot plates and it comes out perfect every time? They make it look easy.” He pulls out his phone, and the two of you spend the next half hour going down the okonomiyaki rabbit hole as you fill your bellies. Never mind that you’ve already seen these videos. You just love Jungkook’s enthusiasm because it reminds you that your bond with him will never just stop at art and tattoos.
It’ll go as far as you and Jungkook want to take it. In your mind, the sky is the limit, and you’ll aim for the stars every time.
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After a long day of big reveals, tattoos, sex, and okonomiyaki, your body is finally running low on energy. You curl up with the cat in Jungkook’s bed as the boy finishes his shower. All you can think about is how perfect the day has been. You couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Your eyelids start to feel heavy until your smoking hot boyfriend returns with wet hair and no shirt. You’re not ashamed to say you’re wide awake now after seeing his bare skin again. As soon as he rolls onto the bed, you snuggle up to his chest. Your nose is filled with his spiced body wash, and you’re tempted to breathe him in until you’re intoxicated.
“So…” Jungkook sneaks a hand up your shirt and rubs the tiny cat and moon on the side of your boob. “Are you going to tell me more about this tattoo?”
“I want to know what you think about it first,” you say, sitting up and lifting your shirt up just enough for him to see the design clearly. He examines it again and even holds your hand tattoo up right next to it for comparison.
“It’s like night and day. The dark and mysterious cat on the moon, and the bright and innocent bunny fairy. One is for everyone’s eyes, while the other is hidden away waiting to be found.”
“I didn’t even think of that.” You’re thoroughly impressed by your boyfriend’s critical thinking. You wonder what that analysis says about you.
“Oh, and it reminds me of Sailor Moon,” he adds. Of course the biggest Sailor Moon enthusiast in the room would pick up on the loose inspiration for that design. 
With a soft laugh, you lay back down and resume the cuddling session. You wish you’d never left. It’s so warm and toasty in Jungkook’s arms. And you know you’re always safe with him.
“Can I tell you a behind the scenes secret about this tattoo?” You point to the side of your boob. The boy nods. “It was either this tiny one or a whole sleeve.”
“You were really considering a whole sleeve?” He runs his hand up and down your arm to generate more body heat. “What happened with that?”
“You know how, when you’re in this industry, people expect you to be covered in art? When your arms look like mine, a lot of people will question your authenticity, especially when you’re just starting out,” you explain.
You might have celebrities and fellow artists who’ll back you up now that you have a large portfolio and presence on social media, but it wasn't easy for you in the beginning when you had no one.
You’d heard a lot of shit being said about you, and you tried to push past it, but it got to be too much at some point. You specifically remember another artist saying, “What does she know about tattoos if she doesn’t have any tattoos of her own?”
That’s when you decided to bite the bullet despite how you felt about needles.
“I just thought it’d be easier to move forward if they could see how passionate I was about tattoos. A sleeve would’ve been clear proof of that.”
Jungkook plants a kiss on your sleeveless arm. “The assholes who judged you clearly didn’t know what they were talking about.”
“I eventually realized that,” you say softly. “I ended up designing the whole sleeve, only to look at it later and say I couldn’t go through with it.” 
“The last thing you want to do is have a whole sleeve of resentment tattooed to your skin,” he says. Your boyfriend says the wisest things sometimes.
“That’s why I downgraded,” you agree. “Part of me still wanted a tattoo, but it didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. So I went with this cute little guy and tucked him away for a handsome boy to find a few years later.”
“I’m glad you let me see it.” Jungkook gives your whole body a good squeeze. “I bet your sleeve design was sick, though.”
You roll over to grab your phone and scroll through your photos. Once you track down the design in question, you hand your phone over to the boy.
“Oh shit.” His eyes are wide as he zooms in to catch every little detail. Among all the chaos you’d thrown into the piece, Jungkook points out something intriguing. It’s a black panther perched on a crescent moon. It still surprises you how good the details came out on it.
“That’s the one part of this whole design that I still really like,” you say. Clearly you have a soft spot for the moon panther. Otherwise you wouldn’t have the miniature version of it tattooed to your breast. “It feels like a waste to have abandoned it.”
“Weren’t you supposed to have a consultation today to discuss design details with a client?” Jungkook hums innocently as if he’s not referring to himself. “He might be interested in the moon panther, if that’s an option.”
You draw an imaginary circle on the boy’s forearm that isn’t already covered in ink. It’s easy to imagine that sort of tattoo on him. It suits him perfectly. “It’ll look good on you.”
“I can’t wait.” Jungkook does that adorable wrinkly grin again and melts your heart away. “By the way, was that the origin story for how you got the name snowsleeve?”
“Yeah.” You smile back. You’ve always had a special attachment to your IG handle because it’s a reminder that you’re a tattoo artist whether or not you have a sleeve to prove it. That was the confidence boost and secret identity you needed back then before you had people on your side—and before you had Jungkook. “But now that I think about it, I might have to change that name if you ever cover my arm in more bunny fairies.”
You wonder what clever name you’d change it to. Or maybe you’d start going by your real name. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
After letting out a huge yawn, you kiss Jungkook on the lips and drift off to sleep feeling so warm and safe in his arms.
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archangeldyke-all · 4 months
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a request for butch Sevika & reader that met via blind date at a lesbian bar & maybe ended up hooking up afterward pls <33 (butch sevika with a shitload of tattoos🙇🏾‍♀️)
love this i pray this happens to me someday lmaoo
men and minors dni
you're catching up with your old friend kimmy when she asks you if you're still single.
"why?" you ask.
"i love that you're immediately hostile, that's super healthy." she says. you roll your eyes.
"you're gonna try to set me up again!" you accuse. the last three times kimmy sent you on a blind date with one of her 'friends' you ended up getting drunk as the woman across the table sobbed about her ex to you. "i'm not interested in your messy ass friends." you say. kimmy punches you.
"well then you'll love this one, because she's not my friend. she's my coworker." you give her a deadpan look. "i'm not asking i'm telling. i already told her you'd go." she says. you gawk at her.
"what the fuck is wrong with you!?" you ask. she shrugs.
"i think you guys are perfect for each other. for real this time."
"if i spend the entire night playing therapist ,i'm charging you therapy rates for however long the date is!" you spit.
"i'm gonna love telling this story at your wedding." she giggles.
two weeks later, you're meeting the mystery woman 'sevika' at dinner.
you're gulping down a fruity cocktail as you wait for sevika to arrive at the bar. all you know about her is that she works in the office beside kimmy's, she's gonna be 'the tall dark and handsome one,' and she 'likes boring drinks, like, whiskey and stuff'. all kimmy's words.
you pause to take a hefty sip of your cocktail, when across the bar, the door swings open and the most handsome woman you've ever seen walks through the door. your mouth drops open as you take her in. she's-- gorgeous. she's tall and sturdy and strong, one of her arms covered in tattoos, both of her arms covered in muscles. she's wearing a white wifepleaser to show off her strong arms and broad shouders, and black slacks that cling to her muscular thighs. you blink.
the woman catches sight of you and smiles, and you smile back and wave, then look away from her, focusing on your cocktail again. you're absolutely flabbergasted when twenty seconds later, the same woman is tapping your shoulder and saying your name.
you blink up at her, your mouth open in shock. "yes?"
"kimmy's friend?" you blink again, slightly confused as to how the gorgeous woman above you knew all this about you. she chuckles at your face and reaches her tattooed hand forward.
"sevika." she says. you blink. this is sevika?!
"holy shit." you whisper. sevika grins. you quickly reach forward to shake her hand. "shit, i-i didn't mean to say that out loud." you say, laughing and scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. sevika chuckles. "'s just-- kimmy didn't tell me you were..." you trail off, gulping down the embarrassing adjectives that were swirling in your head.
"tall?" sevika guesses. you laugh and shake your head no.
"i'll tell you if this goes well." you say.
it goes extremely well.
you and sevika chat over shared nachos and cocktails. she seems to be just as attracted to you as you are to her, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you speak-- or even more distracting-- focused on your lips, her on tongue darting out to lick her own.
when the night comes to a close and the bar starts cleaning out, sevika glances over at you.
"so?" she asks. you smile at her.
"so what?" you say.
"so, did it go well?" she asks with a cocky smirk. you grin and shrug.
"take me outside and i'll show you how well it went." you whisper. sevika sprints out of the bar, dragging you behind her.
in the alleyway, sevika's got her lips on your tits and her fingers in your cunt. you're grunting and moaning and scrabbling at her hair and shoulders, and just as you're about to cum, she pulls away completely. you gasp and look up at her.
"wha--?"
"kimmy didn't tell you i was what?" she says, smirking down at you. you laugh and surge up to kiss her.
"fuckin' perfect." you say, honestly. sevika grins.
"feeling's mutual."
taglist!
@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay
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infraaa · 11 months
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How do we- how do we feel about longan and a siren reader.. silly little idea 😋
『INSP BY THE CONTORTIONIST AND IF YOU DONT KNOW THAT SONG….. GO LISTEN TO IT NOW 👹 also I really like this idea ngl! I made some hcs for it if you don’t mind. 💜』
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longan dragon cookie w a siren s/o (afab)
bakers notes // imo this made me legit think of like… like sea fairy or black pearl. So since this is a siren thing there’s probs gonna be some ties between black pearl and the s/o (also @m00r3-starzz and or @ask-the-longan-dragon may place me in super hell (💜) after this.) also I’m still coming for either a random anon or @windlotus
tw i guess // hypnosis bc siren. Also it’s just a tad bit suggestive due to the nature of sirens, and the song… so… yk.
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what makes you think that they haven’t or have not encountered one? For fucks sake, look, their palace literally floats above the Pacific Ocean.
They’ve seen Black Pearl Cookie at some point, and they know who Sea Fairy is… if anything seeing a siren would just take them back…
Your glistening tail under the moonlight and the reflection of the water on your gills… like a shining gem in their hoard.
Your singing would bounce through their air, into the nightly current floating around the golden palace.
Longan knows what you want. They aren’t dumb. Sirens sing for souls— for blood and food. And they are aware that Dragon’s Blood is well sought out after not just by vampires, but sorcerers and mages for its benefits and health properties.
They try to ignore you to the best of their abilities. But after a while it gets hard not to go out.
But when you sing so beautifully,
“Twisted all my limbs for you. Two of them in knots and two of them in loops. Ribbons tied around like a noose… wonder if I'll ever get it loose.”
Mmm, so smoothly…
“I don't wanna bruise for you. Holding back my words until my face is blue (huh!) I don't really care about your crew. You can tell 'em what you wanna do.”
You get into their head and make them internally spin around in a dizzy circle when you make your voice sound like that for them…
“Pushin me, lovin me, pulling me, fuckin me, crushin me, touchin me… aah!~”
Eventually they bite their lip and follow you, their eyes a dull gold. Their grey complexion now reflecting somewhat of a warmer tone in their cheeks. Aimlessly walking towards you, the click clacks of their feet across ivory tile floor as they go in and out…
They walk out to a terrace to eye you like a vulture, looking down at you, golden eyes now agleam in the dark of night. Yet they hold some kind of want…
They want you in their palace. But that’s impossible. If you’re akin to Black Pearl, you wouldn’t be able to survive above water… at least… not for long.
But that doesn’t mean that they can’t come to you, despite knowing the possible dangers that lead up to that. But ah hell, they could defeat you in a fight easily. The temptation of floating down to you was forming in their legs.
They must show restraint and willpower however.
Oh…
Twisting all my bones like screws. Stretching my self worth, just like you usually do. Caught you like the cold or a flu (achoo!) Praying that I'll someday be immune.
Here we go again…
Got me like a bad tattoo… always under skin, even when it gets removed. Never got a chance to undo… positions that you forced my way into.
Ugh! Their breath just quickened… mouth watering… of course, they don’t let you see that. That’s all internal. But they’re internally foaming at the mouth. Truly miserable.
But they do anyway. They step up to the terrace and graciously float downward. They have a small lump in their throat that tightens. They feel hot— but a comfortable kind of heat soars through them.
As you bummed you put a webbed finger under their chin, the intensity of eye contact not seeming to phase you. You smile… sickly sweet towards them…
“Sing. Sing weakling.”
They grow to crave it nightly— like a drug. Your soft sweet voice not looking to harm them, but to please them. And when push comes to shove, as it sometimes does…
There’s… other ways they can make you sing.
And sometimes, after you actually do, you continue to do so going on further in the youth of the night.
But the singing they make you do… isn’t singing. If you catch me…
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belphegorspillow · 1 year
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Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]
Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]
Chapter 1: One Hell of a Soul Previous   Next Masterlist Story Masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously Mc would find themselves with multiple soulmate marking scattered all over their body before ending up in the devildom where they find out some of the people in front of them is their soulmate... Mc stared at the male in front of them, who smiled happily in their direction. “Welcome to the Devildom MC...” Mc could feel a burning feeling on their upper back causing them to try and touch it.” Oh, pardon me...Feeling a bit shocked? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will take a little while to adjust.” Mc opened their mouth to respond, but before they continued, they closed it and stayed silent.
“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo.” He introduced himself to MC. “I am the ruler of all demons and all here is knowing of me. And someday I will be crowned king of Devildom.” Devildom? King? What is this place? Mc would question to themself silently as they touched their back. They didn’t feel any pain pressing on the burning feeling... suddenly it clicked. This was a new soulmate mark... One that this supposed future king gave them. “MC.” Mc looked up to be faced with another male. Black hair framed his face, piercing red eyes stare down at them. Mc nods their head, still not respond to any of them. He let out a sigh - taking it as if they still are scared of them all.
“I will explain everything to you.” He soon got interupted by a red head. “Mc, this is Lucifer, he is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Mc’s eyes moved to stare at the blue string connecting Mc to the hand of the black hair male. “Is there something wrong with my hand?” Lucifer spoke again, snapping Mc out of their trance, causing them to shake their head.
“Is something wrong Mc?” Diavolo questioned to them, who moved their hands up to their throat, making a cross symbol across their throat as to tell them they can’t speak. “Can’t speak?” Diavolo tried to think back to when him and Lucifer looked at the files, not remembering anything about Mc not being able to speak. “Well, my butler is very skilled at sign language, sadly he isn’t here currently. If you are alright with communicating to us with mouthing out words?” Mc just nodded.
If the burning feeling was a soulmate tattoo, then if MC spoke to Diavolo, he would also get a burning feeling on what they said to him. So, it’s best to avoid speaking, though now they would need to learn sign language to keep up this act...
As Lucifer continued to explain, and how the students want to eat their soul and how his younger brother was going to take care of them. Mc got handed a D.D.D, to call Mammon over - or well text him. MC Hello? Are you Mammon? Mammon Who do ya think ya are talking to the great Mammon! MC I’m the new human exchange student. You are meant to be looking after me. Mammon Ah Good luck with that MC Lucifer told me that. He says its an order Mammon You think that name is gonna scare me! Ya can’t just be throwing it around thinking like that. Soon the phone was taken out of your hand, Lucifer clicked a button and a few rings went before he spoke. “You have 10 seconds....9.” The phone was soon hung up before being placed back into MC’s palm. “That was interesting wasn’t it.” Lucifer hummed a bit. “Well we still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers. And its probably better if you do it instead of me.” Lucifer sighed at hearing the mention of his brothers. “Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.” “Oh come now. You should really be honored that you det to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me.” One of the people spoke. He sat underneath the scorpion banner and smiled. Light purple marks could barely be seen underneath the collar of the shirt, causing MC to pull up theirs.
“This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest.” Lucifer explained. “He is the avatar of Lust.” Asmodeus looked over at his brother, clearly offended by how he introduced him. “Atleast you weren’t ignored all together.” The male on Asmodeus’s right, spoke.
“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest, at first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.” “Ahh, so I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.” “Lust? Wrath?” Mc mouthed out towards them, which Diavolo spoke for them to hear. “It sums up what we are about! Especially my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! Mc, look into my eyes for a moment. It’s okay~ I won’t hurt you.” Mc shook their head, and stepped away. “What you don’t want to try?” He huffed a bit. “You’re no fun at all.”
“I should probably warn you, MC, You’d best be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze. He can charm and manipulate people and use them to his own advantage.” Mc is pretty glad to not have looked into his eyes.
“Are you done.” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “The one that has a very grumpy look is Beelzebub, the sixth eldest.” The orange hair male looked over and grumbled. “Lucifer, I’m hungry.”
“Too bad, now behave yourself.” Beel looked over at MC. “I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.” Lucifer looked back over at MC. “There are seven of us brothers in total, I am the eldest. Mammon the second eldest will be here soon.” Lucifer glanced over at two chairs that had no one in. “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we can get to them later...All in good time..”
As Diavolo butted in to add on, how MC would have to do tasks, live with the brothers in the house of Lamentation. The door soon busted open to reveal a male with white hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles [4.2.2023]
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bastardtrait · 10 months
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huge get to know me post
hi friendsies. I feel like sharing today. some of these are from a really long time ago because I've been hoarding them like the sewer-dwelling critter I am. thank you to everyone who tagged! if you also feel like sharing today then please by all means, use this post as an excuse.
last and current things tag! for this one I was tagged by @moonfromearth @newvegastrait and @airbussy-a330.
last song: water colour by Wheein
last show: I watched an episode of From with my brother & SIL which was pretty intriguing
currently watching: I do not...watch shows...I can't stick to shows if it'd save my life tbh
currently reading: Love Hate & Clickbait by Liz Bowery. it's fine so far. a solid 3/5 read. could I recommend it? if you're bored maybe.
current obsession: God of War Ragnarök. in fact I'm so obsessed I'm hellbent on 100%ing this game and I might even go back for NG+. please send help.
15 questions for 15 mutuals! for this one I was tagged by @autonomousllama and @thelastairsimblr.
Are you named after anyone? Yes, I've got my parents' names in my full legal name.
When was the last time you cried? you're gonna make me say it huh. fine. I cried during the middle part of God of War Ragnarök omg bye
Do you have kids? No...but it'd be nice someday...
Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don't know if I'm sarcastic. not really my form of humour. but I could be wrong.
What sorts of sports do you/have you played? I like swimming and diving, and football/soccer.
What's the first thing you notice about other people? okay this is gonna sound completely fucking unhinged so bear with me but...smell. like yeah that's a really normal answer right. but it's true. don't sue me.
Eye colour: brown
Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings because I watched the ever-loving shit out of horror movies between 11-21 and now I don't care about them anymore.
Any special talents? I hate this question goodbye
Where were you born? the Philippines
What are your hobbies? cooking, video games, making and playing music, tabletop rpg's, painting. normal tweecore shit I guess.
Do you have any pets? yes, one overgrown rat the shelter tried to pass off as a dog but I know better. and I love him dearly.
How tall are you? driver's license says 173 cm which is around 5'8".
Favourite subject in school? god idk I haven't been in school in years. I guess history? maybe?
Dream job? I do not dream of having a job.
shuffle your playlist tag! I was tagged by @beebeesiims a while ago. in which I must shuffle my on repeat playlist and share the first 10 tracks GOD HERE WE GO...
Set Me Free - Twice
夜に駆ける Racing into the night - YOASOBI
きらり Flash - Fujii Kaze
真夜中のドア/Stay With Me - Matsubara Miki
Umaasa - Skusta Klee
Burning Friday Night - Lucky Kilimanjaro
Supernova - Ellegarden
Gunshot - KARD
Perfect World - Twice
Wonderland - iri
get to know the blogger tag! I was tagged by @lynxsimago aaages ago. some of these questions are the same as the ones above so those, I will skip.
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yes I use windoze 7. sorry my slay is so gigantic.
last movie: Mambo Italiano from 2003. one of those so bad it's good movies.
craving: some ice cold aiyu jelly on bright, blistering summer day!
what are you wearing right now? shorts...and a bandage on my torso bc I burned myself last night lol
piercings? earlobes and left nostril. I want an eyebrow one too though.
tattoos? a bow and arrow design on my right forearm and the word "انتظار" on my left wrist.
glasses/contacts? I wear glasses
last thing I ate: a panino I made. it slapped.
favourite colour? yellow!
favourite fictional character? Samwise Gamgee probably.
last place I travelled: if driving an hour+ away from home counts, then it was to Brockville. if it should be longer than that, then it'd be Vancouver.
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always-andromeda · 2 years
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Taking What’s Not Yours | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader
Joby Taylor x fem!Reader
Word Count | 4,453
Summary | Joby learns a hard lesson when it comes to taking things that don’t belong to him.
Author’s Note | I am not even going to TRY and play dumb and innocent on this one. I saw the picture of Joby’s snake tattoo and I just…I was thinking some things. So naturally, I had to project that garbage onto a fic. Hope y’all can see my vision with this one and really…get into it.
Warnings | smut (MDNI), description of handjob, fingering, loooots of teasing, Joby and reader are a biiiit of a toxic train wreck, Joby is a bit of a sub, usage of various pet names, nothing else I can think of!
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Some hidden part of himself knew it was just a little childish, sweeping that stuffed animal of yours underneath the bed. Joby always believed you liked that little fucker more than him. Sometimes when you were mad at him and made him sleep on the couch, you'd cuddle it.
He bought the stuffed bear for you one Valentines Day because he had no idea what else to get you. But he immediately regretted the decision when you started calling it Joby. Started pressing it against your chest and lovingly humming, "Hmmm...love you, Joby..." as you settled in for the night. You were lucky he hadn't taken a pair of scissors to the stupid toy. Hadn't ripped it from your arms and made you remember who the real Joby was.
He held back because he knew that’s exactly what you wanted from him. He'd rather die than get on his knees and beg for your attention. So he played it cool. Scoffed the last night you’d pulled that stunt as he settled in on the couch, convinced that you’d come right out to him and ride him while he was half asleep.
But you absolutely didn’t do that. Instead, with blue balls and a broken heart, he drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, he woke up with a start. Heard something slam from his kitchen and pulled his blanket up closer around his chin. God, he hoped no one was breaking in. He wasn’t gonna die in his boxers.
Fortunately, Joby Taylor wouldn't be dying that morning. Unfortunately, he would find you packing away the things you'd left in his apartment. Blanket wrapped around his shoulder and rubbing his eyes, he found you opening his cupboards, plucking your things from the shelves, and throwing them in your bag.
Joby squinted at you through the bright sun streaming through his kitchen window. "What the fuck is going on?"
Closing the last cupboard with a bang, you glared at him and said sternly, "We're done, Joby."
He shook his head, "What?"
You only scoffed and stormed off back down the hallway towards the bedroom. Joby followed you lamely, gaze flitting around as you briskly packed away your things. He hadn't realized how much of your shit had become fixtures of his apartment. Your presence had become that natural to him.
That necklace you'd put on his bedside table before going to sleep? Gone. The pair of slippers you kept by the door? Gone. That one book on Egyptian pyramids that you swore you'd read someday? Gone. The extra sweatshirts and sweatpants you kept folded beside his own clothes in the dresser? Gone. Every piece of you was stuffed into the bulging bag hanging from your shoulder. You packed yourself away so fast that he was shocked at how empty the room was starting to look.
You were ranting about something. Something that he wasn't listening to at all. It was still way too early to process all that. But what he did process was that fucking bear. The fucking bear with that crooked smile, plastic nose, and plush red heart stitched in it's stupid fucking arms. Joby the fucking Bear.
Somehow, in your warpath, you hadn't noticed it. You hadn't seen the fucker, lying on it's back and hanging over the edge of the bed. Joby had enough sense to decide that he wasn't going to let you get away with that infuriating stand in for him. You weren't going to get the satisfaction of breaking his heart and keeping that token of his affection.
Quickly, while your back was turned, he swiped the thing onto the ground, using his blanket cape as cover. Then he kicked it under the bed; hidden from sight. Easy as pie. So easy that he smiled lazily when you looked at him one last time.
Your lip quivered as you stared at him. That stupid fucking look plastered across his face. Like he didn't care one bit that you were going.
You'd have to get over him. You should've known what you were getting yourself into when you entangled yourself with a rockstar. That greaseball never deserved to plague your thoughts at all hours of the day. You're too good for him. You reassured yourself as you straightened the strap on your bag and stood up straighter. 
"Goodbye, Joby."
It had been two weeks since you'd said those two words. Two weeks since Joby had taken Joby the Bear. On the bright side, with you gone, both Jobys got to enjoy his bed. Though Joby the Bear got the bottom bunk, also known as: the floor.
Real Joby laid awake almost all night, every night. He thought about throwing it out. Thought about burning it. He could always tear the fluff out and mount it on his wall. That's what men do to things they want to feel power over, right?
Either way, none of those options felt right. None of them channeled all of the things he felt. Tearing it apart with his bare hands would've felt nice. But only for a moment. Only until he would remember how you used to cradle it so carefully like it was a living creature. Then he'd wish it was him.
He reached a long arm over the edge of the bed one night and felt around for the bear. When he felt the fluffy fur, he pulled it out by the ankle and held it in front of him like it was a biohazard. As he huffed a defiant puff of air he realized...it still smelled like you. Like you'd been holding it minutes before and had only just dropped it to the floor. Like you were coming back for it any second now.
The real Joby held Joby the Bear to his chest and heaved a dry sob. You weren't coming back. You hadn't shown up or called or texted him once. No explanations or apologies or reconciliation. He hated the dead air.
As he stared into the bear's lifeless, black pits for eyes, he had a thought. If you wouldn't return for the real Joby...you'd probably come back for him.
The next morning, he buried his pride and called. Straight to voicemail. Of course.
You were almost surprised to find the message from Joby as soon as you got off of work and settled in your car. You weren't sure why you were expecting anything more from him. Joby wasn't the type to blow up your phone even when you were together. So why would he start giving a shit now?
His familiar indifferent tone came through the speaker, "Hey, uhhhh...I found your fuckin' bear this morning...I-I thought you might want it back...so go ahead and head on over whenever you want to...oh...yeah, it's uh, me. Joby. Bye."
As the message ended, you were grateful your muscles weren't strong enough to snap your phone in half. How had you gotten with a guy who was so stupid? So terrible at lying and...manipulative and...fucking stupid. You struggled for the exact words to describe him, but those were close enough.
"Oh, yeah, it's uh, me. Joby."  You mimicked his dorky voice to the mirror of your sun visor and scowled. Your hand made a fist on the steering wheel as you weighed out your options.
You could go over there and risk making a fool of yourself or you could ignore it. But the idea of ignoring it? Ignoring his neglect and indifference and letting him get away with giving you that fucking sleazy smirk right before you left? No. You weren't going to do that. No self respecting person who let it all go down the drain with that look from him.
Hand unclenching, you turned the keys in the ignition and your car hummed to life. You were going to go back to that pathetic, sad, little apartment of his. And you were going to make him regret his pitiful attempt to get you back.
Pulling up to the apartment complex and heading straight for his floor, you felt deadly. If he wanted what you were sure he wanted…he’d have no idea what was coming for him.
When you knocked, Joby ran a shaky hand through his hair. He’d put on that tight band shirt he knew you liked and layered his classic leather jacket over it. Maybe before the end of the night, you’d nuzzle your nose into the shoulder of it the way you would after he played a show. He said a prayer and shook the innocent memory, knowing the cross on the back of it wasn’t stopping the more sinful thoughts from pouring into his head.
Even after a long work day, you were gorgeous. If anything, he adored the look of exhaustion on you. It made him want to scoop you up and have you right there. But before a word could come out of his mouth, you waltz right past him, heading straight down the hall towards the bedroom.
Goddamn, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?
You stood at the foot of the bed you used to share with him, scanning the room. “Where is he?”
Joby chuckled and leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “I didn’t say anything about him being in the bedroom.”
You stepped towards him. “That’s where I left him. So if you found him…this is where he should be. Right?”
“Well…you’ve already found this Joby. Why would you need another?”
“Because I don’t need a Joby that won’t…satisfy me.”
He scoffed, “What makes you think I won’t satisfy you?”
You went quiet. Joby only smirked, knowing his idea was working all too well. He made his way to his dresser and pulled the top drawer open. Out came Joby the Bear from his prison. This most definitely felt like a hostage situation as he held the bear out to you with an expression that alluded to a challenge. He was daring you to just walk away; to escape with your dignity.
You pursed your lips. Joby never had a hard time seeing straight through you. And he was so close that you had trouble meeting his gaze without feeling completely exposed.
He teased, “C’mon, princess. You don’t have to be afraid of me. Just take what you want and then go.”
Oh, you’d be taking, alright.
You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him down so his mouth could collide with yours. His height had usually been a curse. He always made you get on your toes to kiss him. This time he folded so easily, letting you bite his bottom lip; a demand that he open his mouth and let your tongue in.
Joby whined, the tangy taste of copper seeping into his mouth as you took over his senses. His leather jacket hit the ground alongside the bear shortly after that.
You retreated too soon for his liking, yanking away and saying authoritatively, “Lay down, baby boy.”
His bones turned to jelly being called the name. He had no choice but to laugh goofily and utter a small, “okay,” before he followed your direction. As soon as his back hit the mattress, you were back on him, straddling his hips and tugging at the hem of his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it over his head.
You pinned his large hands above his head and studied the expanse of his lean chest. There was that stupid snake tattoo you knew all too well. The head hissed right underneath one of Joby’s sharp collarbones. On anyone else, it would’ve looked mortifying how the coiled creature twisted around his torso and led straight down into his boxers. But on his smooth, creamy pale skin…it rattled you. You almost salivated at the sight, remembering how he liked it when you kissed the snake’s head. How your tongue trailed down the inky scales until you got right to the snake’s other head. That was when you got to suck the venom right out of him.
That wouldn’t be happening. You banished the nostalgic idea and instead dragged your finger down the center of his chest. It rose and fell uncertainly at the little contact until you rested your hand on his belly. Your gaze snapped back to his.
The way you were greedily drinking him up had him hard enough already. If you wanted to hastily pull him out and give him a half hearted handjob, he would’ve accepted it. Anything, as long as you were touching him instead of just thinking of doing whatever was running through your pretty head.
Instead, you kissed him. Softer this time, soothing the sting of his partially split lip with your tongue. You lowered yourself a bit more. Allowed your hips to shift back and forth across his covered cock just to relieve a fraction of your pent up arousal. You groaned into his mouth, just barely feeling the outline of his cock.
That was when your mouth moved. Joby wanted to follow their addictive taste but allowed you to continue peppering wet kisses to his jaw. Down his neck, across his collarbone, and over the head of the snake tattoo, his eyes fluttered closed as you worked your magic on him. He always went a little numb in the brain when you showered him with affection. Couldn’t even put together the words that described his contentment. Could only breath steadily as he kept track of your lips movements and anticipated where they would eventually land. Your same old trail down the snake was so well known to him by now that he allowed himself a small smile.
Until you stopped abruptly about halfway down his torso.
He was almost confused until the warm flat of your tongue swirled around one of his nipples. The blood rushed straight to his cock and his breath quickened. Couldn’t help but listen in awe to the obscene slurp as you sucked on each of his nipples and swiped your thumb over the one your mouth wasn't paying attention to at the moment. Your glistening spit made it so much easier for you to stimulate the hardened buds. 
"Just fuck me. Please— please, just fuck me." Joby whined. He needed you to sink down on his fat cock. To hold onto him as you lurched on top of him. Wanted to watch your tits bounce as you rode him fast and hard. Needed to be overwhelmed with the walls of your cunt and fucked out on his mattress.
Your mouth detached from his nipple with a wet sound. "I appreciate your manners. But I don't think you deserve it yet."
"Fuck...don't tease me, baby." He groaned, "—need you. Need you so bad."
With a tilt of your head, you coo at him, "That's so sweet. But I've got to pay some attention to these tits, princess."
Breathy and dazed with want, he mumbled, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You've got such pretty little tits. It would be such a shame if I didn't mark them up." You put on a playful lilt. "Isn't that what you said last time?"
Joby still wasn’t getting it. Still bucked his hips to feel some friction. But you just lifted yourself up once again so he missed your clothed mound.
He cursed once and you laugh at how little it took to get him this antsy.
"C'mon. It hasn't been that long. I thought you’d miss me at least a little." You continued.
"I did miss you..." he groans in such a pathetic way that you can't help but grab his chin and angle his face down so he can stare directly at you through his half lidded, foggy gaze. Poor baby. All out of breath and half naked with nowhere to vent his arousal.
Your fingers stay planted on his jaw, "Then how could you forget the last time you fucked me? Or should I say…how you didn’t? I thought I could repay the favor, princess."
Princess. That silly little nickname was coming back to haunt him. A memory of him trailing his way down your body popped into his head. Him kneading and nipping at the flesh of your chest as you whined. You begged him then just as he did now.
I've got to pay attention to these tits, princess. He'd mocked your cries for more. Lightly swatted your thigh when you sobbed that he was being such an asshole. Watched the flesh jiggle at the impact and chuckled as the jolt of pain startled you. It had been so fun working you up. Practically bursting at the seams of his skinny jeans, Joby wasn’t having fun anymore.
“Remember what you had me do for you?” You asked innocently.
How could he forget? He’d never rid the feeling of your hand around his cock from his skin. Bit his bottom lip just imagining your thumb swiping over the throbbing head, spreading his pre and using it to jerk him off. Your hand was smaller than his own, fingers barely able to reach around his fat cock. Oh how he’d smiled at that; how he’d drooled on your panting chest while you had him in a vice grip. He could still remember the shine of his cum spurted out across your stomach. That salty taste on his tongue as he licked it up, staring directly in your eyes the whole way.
He had pretended he was going to get you off too as he ran his fingers down your slit over the soaked panties; those pastel pink ones that stained a deep primrose color when you were wet. Then he pulled those damned teasing digits away, patted your thigh and said, “I think that’s good enough for you tonight.”
That was how he’d landed himself on the couch two weeks before. And by extension, that’s how he found himself here, whimpering underneath you as you grabbed his hand and made him touch you over the crotch of your jeans.
“I’m sorry…fuck— please…just let me fuck you.”
“It’s not fun being teased, isn’t it? I think you need to prove yourself before I could let you do that again.”
Joby nodded furiously. If playing along with your little power moves was going to get him off, he'd have to keep his mouth shut.
You didn’t hesitate to put him to work. "Unbutton me, will you?"
Hands flying to the waist of your jeans, Joby did what he was told. You chuckled. He'd never been this obedient for you before, instead preferring to take control when it came to the bedroom.
Pushing your jeans down your thighs revealed a pair of underwear Joby recognized. Pastel pink. Dripping from the center. He swallowed down the lump in his throat at the pure mockery.
You bit the inside of your cheek watching the lust flicker in his eyes before encouraging him, "Go on. Do what you do best."
Inching his slender, veined hand closer, he slipped them down the elastic waistband. His fingers traveled further, feeling your pussy lips. God, you were wet. If his mind wasn't preoccupied with other goals, Joby would've felt a little self conscious that it was you teasing him that got you so roused.
But his focus was on his fingers. On hitting the right notes to make you sing for him. He’d always been grateful for how his long fingers allowed him to play guitar as effortlessly as he could. And the lovely little sounds he drew out of you were just as satisfying as if he’d played a sharp solo in Madison Square Garden. Not that he’d ever know what the latter would actually feel like. Probably because those lithe fingers of his had always been better off being used like this: sheathed deep inside your cunt as he fucked you with them hard.
You still braced yourself on the curve of his belly, breathing heavy and giggling through moans as Joby fucking Taylor squirmed below you.
Fucked out on his fingers and close to the edge, your eyes returned to him. Bottom lip pulled back by your teeth, it took everything not to kiss him again when he looked that good trying so hard for you.
His eyebrows were pinched together in concentration and his mouth was open. Any other night he would’ve told you to spit in it. Instead, he gasped as if he was the one being fucked. The sight almost made you cry.
“At least you’re good for something, hm?” You taunted him to regain power over your feelings for him. You weren’t doing this because you liked him. Because he certainly wasn’t doing this for that reason either. Joby all but confirmed that idea as he nodded again. 
He wasn't the man you loved. Just a slithering creature who wanted to get off. A creature with perfectly long fingers that curled into your cunt just right, hitting you deep and hard. Each stroke made pleasure coil up tightly inside you until it seemed to devour itself and send you into oblivion.
Throwing your head back, you tried not to feel too much guilt cumming on his hand. Especially not as he kept his fingers circling over your clit, carefully, working you through the jolting little waves that came after the biggest one. How dare he try to make you think he cared. He wasn't biting his abused lip for your sake, right? This was all a selfish act for him. You couldn't let him have that.
You pulled his hand out from where it was nestled. His fingers were shining in you.
Pushing the envelope a little further for the grand finale, you licked a long stripe up his index finger. One by one, you popped each of them in your mouth and sucked down on them, taking them so deep that you almost choked. The air hitched in his lungs hearing you gag on them. He'd done what he did best. Now it was his turn to get what was coming to him.
You removed the last digit from the promise of your warm, slick mouth and spoke, “I think that’s good enough for you tonight. Goodbye, Joby.”
In a flash, you were pulling your jeans back up and on your feet, bending momentarily to pick up Joby the Bear from the spot he'd fallen to in the midst of your hurried attack. Then you were rushing out of the bedroom and down the hall bar towards his front door.
Speeding to pull his shirt back on, Joby stumbled after you. Even after all the teasing and giggly sighs, he didn't think you'd abandon him.
Breathlessly, he said, "Wait, where are you going?"
You stopped at the door. For some reason, you couldn't make yourself turn the knob. The thought of leaving became unbearable. You turned to face him.
"I took what I wanted. We have nothing to say to each other anymore." You tried to keep your tone firm.
Joby caught up to where you stood. "Seems like there's actually a lot of things we need to say to each other. Like I said...I missed you..."
He became well aware of how much of a mess he probably looked at that moment with his dark hair disheveled as he panted tiredly. But he still needed this; needed you.
You laughed humorlessly, "I'd really appreciate it if you were honest for once, okay? I don't care if you just wanted to use me for sex. You don't have to make up some bullshit about your feelings. You can just tell me."
"But it isn't just about sex—"
"Then what was it about?" You paused, waiting for an answer before continuing, "Why else would you take my shit like a fucking child and then try and get in my pants the second I walked into that bedroom?"
Joby was silent. Squinted and eyes turned towards the floor as he sighed.
"Just tell me the truth. Or I'm gone. For good this time."
The truth was that Joby wasn't even sure what the truth was. He struggled to put it all together in a way that made any sense. In a way that would convince you.
He spoke slowly, carefully choosing his words, "I'm afraid t-t-that the only reason why you like me is for sex. So...it's the only thing I could think of offering."
You processed his words. Managed a tight lipped smile at the piece of vulnerability. "You offer a few other things."
Joby laughed under his breath, "Funny."
You gaze softened on him, "Seriously. When you're being a genuine guy to me...I like that." His sad, brown eyes met yours. "I just hate the Joby that sits there and watches me cuddle a stupid bear and doesn't do a thing about it."
"You didn't have to do that."
You threw up your hands in exasperation, "What else was I supposed to do? It's not like you're the most affectionate person ever."
"Y-y-you could've told me instead of fucking with me using that fucking bear."
As you rested back on the door and folded your arms, you let his words sink in. He was being reasonable. Though you still weren't sure if telling him would've made much of a difference in the first place...it's not like you'd let him really try.
"Maybe we both could use some work on communication." You concluded.
"Maybe..." Joby parroted you. He had to wring the tension from his hands before he asked, "You said you didn't care if I was just using for sex...are you sure you don't care?" And this time, he's glad to hear you scoff at him.
"Of course I care." You hoped it was the right time to say it. You didn't think you ever had, "I love you, you idiot."
Joby's head dipped as he smiled sadly and nodded, "I'll take that."
"You're supposed to say it back, ya know." You laughed, for real this time.
"Shit, sorry. I— I...love...you too."
He looked at you, still with that want in his eyes. That life that you'd never be able to get from Joby the bear, no matter how warm and cuddly he was. As charming as that bear was...he was a cheap replacement for the real thing: your Joby.
"Goddamnit," You felt tears prick at your lash line.
"What did I do?"
"Nothing, just—" you took a deep breath and thought for a moment, "Wanna go back to the bedroom?"
Joby's eyes lit up instantly. Under all of his insecurities and doubts, he was still a simple man. "Fuck yeah."
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straywrds · 3 months
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Dear Mari,
I don’t know where to start bc I’ve sent many asks before and I don’t want to repeat myself but I’m just gonna have to. You’ll never get enough praise for your writing.
I read Ren’s post the other day and it broke me and it really saddens me to see in which circumstances you guys work, and that you’re not getting enough recognition. And I know I’m a part of the problem bc I interact on anon for personal reasons (I’m still trying to figure out how to dm or send asks via sideblogs!) and for that I am so sorry. I wish more people would appreciate the slow burn/novel format (bc they /are/ novels) that Ren and yourself adopted. I can’t picture myself reading anything else than your well-crafted stories, fleshed-out characters and storylines. And I’m not saying this to diminish the erotica part of it! It’s just that your love scenes are so… I have no words for it. I’ve cried reading some of them lol. They wouldn’t be what they are if they didn’t have all the background that comes with it. It’s like actual sex; it can be good without feelings but god, nothing beats making love with someone you love deeply…
Just know that every word you write goes straight to my heart and your stories mean so much to me. They’ll never leave me. They haunt me. I’m not surprised at all that people would want to get tattoos related to them. I think of your stories when I eat mandarins. When I see bees, when I buy honey. I think of your stories when I see frogs and when the four of wands comes out when I pull cards for myself. When I drink fancy tea and watch greek mythology documentaries. When I see a bartender with colored hair.
To some standards I guess you could say I’m a pretty inexperienced person/late bloomer in some areas of life, but I feel everything so deeply. I feel emotions from situations I haven’t even experienced yet and I feel like I’ve lived a thousand lives. And reading your stories make me literally burn inside. The pure and intense yearning and affection that transpire from them… I think I love differently since I’ve read them. More tenderly and more intensely, too. I cherish them so much and I know I (and many others) have said it several times, but I wish they were published so I could buy and own them. The idea of coming on here one day and realize that everything is gone honestly makes me want to cry. And I don’t want to sound entitled of course but if you ever want to leave I would be so very grateful if you could leave an archive blog up, as I like to re-read them from time to time. I would also be so sad to see you go. I often see yourself talking yourself down and I don’t know if this will mean anything to you, but you are your characters. They are you. And I see it in the way you respond to asks, you’re always so sweet and so well-spoken and I want to thank you for that. For everything.
That being said, this might be a weird question (and I know actual money would be more practical for you), but would you have a PO box by any chance? Or a parcel shop address you’d be comfortable with sharing? I would love to send you gifts someday :) If not, no worries but I was just wondering!
So glad to hear you’ve been inspired to write Super Bored lately. Hope to read from you soon <3
Hello, dear. 
Thank you doesn’t seem enough, but I’ll still start with that. Thank you. I actually opened the app towards the end of my work day, and I’d been having a not-so-good mental health day, and reading your message… I don’t know. It shifted something within me. In a good way. Thank you.
I do not wish to speak for Ren as she obviously is her own talented, badass self, but I really don’t think she wanted someone as sweet as you to be saddened by her post. It wasn’t the intention behind it. Honestly, there’s a huge relief in transparency. It’s a very strange yet wonderful relationship between an author and their readers. I can’t explain it. I’m—and there’s no other way to say it—terrified of you guys. When I press “Post Now” on a chapter, I’m putting my sanity between your hands. And it shouldn’t be like that. I’m very aware that I’m posting lil kpop fics on tumblr. I’m also very aware that my lil kpop fics are different and that they don’t fit the standards. 
As you’ve pointed out, it’s quite difficult for someone like me, (or Ren) to write with absolute creative freedom. There’s always a voice at the back of our heads saying, “no, the girlies on tumblr will hate this because it does not contain this or that, I will get no interaction because this chapter features no smut and has this or that trope.” Let me reiterate—I’m super aware that this is just fic. And that it’s our hobby. So for a long time, I brushed it all off. And then someone kindly made me realize that because it was a hobby, it didn’t mean I had to not care about it. So I guess I care now.
I think, maybe, this is what burnt me out. It was like trying to shove a square into a circle. The hobby wasn’t as fun. The hobby became impossible. 
I know I’m rambling so let’s get back to the point: your message. Reading it made me so happy. Like, happy in my heart, for real. To imagine that you felt like this reading something of mine is an honor, it’s more than that—it’s a dream come true. I feel seen and understood and accepted, and that feeling is simply unmatched. 
I cannot process that you’d think of the stories when you see a mandarin, or honey, or a frog. I don’t think you realize how precious that is. All of these things—these, and the four of wands, the tea. They’re all pieces of me and the people I love. They all have significant meaning in my life, all for different reasons. And to think that someone other than me carries them in their heart? I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. But I am glad that all these pieces of my soul are safe with someone as kind as you.
You say you’re not so experienced—neither am I. The longing, the yearning, the sorrow—I write it because I know it intimately. The rest, however? The love, requited love, the happiness, contentment? I write it because it’s the only way for me to experience these things. And maybe it’s why I care so much—too much—about the stories and the way they are perceived on here. In many ways, they are what’s keeping me ‘together’, or as together as I manage to be these days. Some days, I feel like without them, there would be no warmth in my heart anymore. I feel like I’m someone frantically throwing firewood into the flames, trying to keep a fire alive under the rain. 
Sorry for being so real. It’s been a strange day. If you’re still reading at this point, I want to say this: it’s because of people like you that I’m still posting. Anon or not—it’s unprompted kindness such as what you’ve offered me today that keeps authors like me on here. 
Thank you. Thank you for allowing my stories to move you at all. The heart is such a vulnerable thing and to know that you let my lil fics touch yours—thank you is not enough. I feel so happy.
I don’t know if this will mean anything to you, but you are your characters. They are you.
They are me. They’re all me, all of them. Each and every one of them. They’re also people I love, people I miss, people who I wish loved me. 
And I don’t know who you are, but you somehow saw that, and to answer your question—yes, yes it means something to me. It means everything to me. Thank you for seeing me. 
I don’t want to remove my works from here, but I would like to work on improving them and my writing and bringing them to another step. I’ve been looking into self-publishing. I don’t think I’ll ever make money from it but I could try to at least share the stories that way, you know? So I hope that if you ever come on here and find that a story is gone, it’s because it will reappear elsewhere, out there in the world. 
Your offer is so sweet and generous—I don’t have a PO box or anything of the sort. I’m really not asking for anything. I’m just grateful I have a reader as kind as you. 
Thank you for this. For reading me, for hearing me. I could not be more grateful. Realistically, I’ll never be a published author. But it’s in these moments that I feel like one. And that feeling is unmatched. 
Thank you for allowing me to create freely. Thank you for supporting me, and Ren. Her happiness means a lot to me.
I wish nothing but good things on you, dear. I hope you never lose your soft, kind heart. Please don’t let the world make you anything other than what you are.
PS: You can’t send asks from sideblogs, but you can send DMs from them. If you ever want to, come say hi! I’d love to chat <3 
Thank you. Thank you isn’t enough, but I hope you know you made my heart very happy, and warm. 
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oh look a pinned post
ABOUT//
hi. i’m katy. i am a certified fandom old™️fair warning, i do not know how to use the queue so following me means you get all my hyperfixations in real time as god intended. this blog is typically wrestling, wrestling, more wrestling, and things that make me laugh so hard i snort liquid out my nose. i only watch aew. i’m in it for the little guys (and gals). i use A LOT of capslock. my tags are a mess and absolutely nothing is searchable, that’s just how we run things around here. generally speaking, i flail about my ride or dies and simply won’t talk about anyone i dislike, so for the most part, this is a hate-free zone. the exception to this is cm punk. i think that man should be lit on fire. do not follow me if you are a punk fan. i’ve probably already blocked you, but there’s a chance i missed if you are quiet about it and weren’t in the tags when i went on my sprees. other than that, no surprises; you know who you gonna hear about here!! pretty transparent.
i used to fill a lot of prompts. maybe someday i will do this again. i’ve got a young kiddo, and i talk about her. she is generally the reason i don’t get much sleep. i love getting asks and typically don’t sugarcoat things! i’m a matched set with @perhapswhoknowsvamp. 💚
YO DAWG I HEARD YOU LIKE MASTERLISTS AND STORY PRIMERS//
If you are searching for the Hookhausen video masterlist, that post is located 🧡🦷 HERE 🦷🧡 (has not been updated since spring ‘23)
🖤 💚 the junglecorpse story video lives here 💚 🖤
TUMBLR FIC MASTERLIST//
reminder that my ao3 account is here
🧡🖤hookhausen (hook/danhausen)
think of yesterday | keep you safe | stop the world | silver bullet | someone you loved | grind against your bones | kiss 17 | dimples | desperate | first kiss | wasn’t meant to hear | ‘now you know how i feel’ - follow-up | ‘you were born to bow to me’ - follow-up | ‘stop throwing pearls’ - follow-up | ‘i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be’ - follow-up | disadvantage | hook joins the best friends | let me see you | haven’t done this before | that was you | stop pretending | not what it sounds like | voice mail | dance with the devil | play nurse | something you ought to know | take them out | valentine’s | black remnants | done differently | out of the bag | give me the night | the undone and the divine | these foolish things | the quiet of other people | dismissal | day after | stay quiet | safest | threaten | the offering | evil hookhausen | we all have secrets | is that my shirt | kiss 10 | whispering encouragement | grind | confiding | sweet and spicy | screentime | sauna | surprise encounter | let you rip me apart | talk about it | i tried | everyone saw
🖤💚junglecorpse (jack/darby)
ride | do you understand | alone together | they say we won’t last | why do they love you | hospital | playing us both | shower | discovery | salon | ‘down into the water black’ - epilogue | naked coffee | taste you | don’t leave me | hesitantly | ruin me | my plan all along | talk to you later | don’t fear the reaper | hospital roommates | can’t say it | just a little more | jekyll & hyde | i think i’m in love | the little things | i’m not leaving | good taste | rainstorm | forever
🧡💚junglehook (jack/hook)
kiss 83 | not what you want | in danger | lighthouse AU flashback | you’re a nightmare | got you against the wall | gum swap | wild things | the next stage | on top | where it hurts | backstage victory | candids | elevator | why didn’t you say anything | make me jealous | don’t know what’s next | lost and found | eventuality | love languages
💚🤜🤛🧡the besties (jack & hook)
college AU | besties break-up part 1 | besties break-up part 2 | ghost hunting | tattoo parlor | coffee shop | new friends | martha is the safe word | matchmaker | commit a felony | i need your help | too many miles | death threats | fell asleep | the theater | no one will find you here | concert | showing affection | party-hopper | thankful for you
⚰️🧡 darby/hook
you miss him too | comfort where you can | someone else | wound tending | the one i want | not the right one | surprise
🍊🖤 orange/darby
where it doesn’t hurt | haven’t died yet | comfort | fingers
🔮🍑spookypeach (anna/julia)
scents | promise | not the right move | wish it were me | an option | ceiling fan | you’re ready | i still miss you
the russian roulette of other wrestle pairings
kiss 48 | kiss 46 | hookcaster | absolutehook | tazhausen | danhausen/evilhausen | jack & julia | orangehausen | darbyhausen | nothing you can give me | junglehookhausen | half-deadjunglehook | max caster gets his shit rocked | jungleorange | the quad | let’s get him back | dariushook | orangehook treats | hook + darby treat | hook talks to RVD | orangehook manflu | hook vs. reader | bluehart | orangehook breakfast
chrono trigger
shallow regret | kiss 99 | ‘saints & martyrs’ - follow-up | how dare you | come to laugh at me | mist | destiny | as a yes | never wanted more
chrono cross
kiss 1 | ‘top shot’ - follow-up | feather | on a scar | breakfast | in danger | you weren’t obvious
current tag to search for all works written since the tumblr-pocalypse is tag so you don’t lose this shit. anything posted to AO3 is removed to keep this somewhat manageable.
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full fic masterlist 2
most of these are over 1000 words, stand on their own, and are posted to ao3. any major warnings will be stated. apparently tumblr only allows 100 links per post, so here’s the second list. i imagine there will be more.
cleanse me with fire ‘cause I am the prodigal daughter ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]
an apple somewhere (in somebody’s eyes) [ao3]
your touch was a dream (your absence a nightmare) [ao3]
why does my heart cry (feelings i can’t fight) ch1 ch 2 [ao3]
how long will I need you? (as long as the seasons need to follow their plan) [ao3]
but you're tracin' every line of my tattoos (wastin' all our time in your bedroom) [ao3]
i found myself a cheerleader (always right there when i need ya) [ao3]
call up all our friends (go hard this weekend) [ao3]
does anyone know where the love of god goes (when the waves turn the minutes to hours) [ao3]
so wake me up when it’s all over (when i’m wiser and i’m older) [ao3]
i’d sell my own bones for sapphire stones (’cause blue is your favourite colour) [ao3]
the more that i push him away (the more that he’s stuck in my brain) [ao3]
sit with me (in the silence) [ao3]
you give me cause for love that i can’t hide (for you i know i’d even try to turn the tide) [ao3]
candy crush [ao3]
starboy [ao3]
though i may speak (some tongue of old) [ao3]
little shoes, little socks (please, kill me, i’m serious) [ao3]
i sit by myself (talking to the moon) [ao3]
that’s my best friend (if you need a freak) [ao3]
don’t you worry about the distance (i’m right there if you get lonely) [ao3]
cat and mouse for a month (or two or three) [ao3]
that’s what you get (for waking up in vegas) [ao3]
did i mention (that i’m in love with you) [ao3]
he’s told us not to blow it (’cause he knows it’s all worthwhile) [ao3]
romeo, romeo (wherefore art thou romeo) [ao3]
i know it’s pretty stupid (but i’m much too shy to tell him) [ao3]
i’m gonna buy you flowers (and hold your hands) [ao3]
when the working day is done (girls just wanna have fun) [ao3]
you break down my walls (with the strength of your love) [ao3]
you with the dark curls (you with the watercolour eyes) [ao3]
you’re from a whole ‘nother world (a different dimension) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]
now will it matter (after i’m gone) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]
pullin’ pigtails [ao3]
if the sky comes falling down (for you) there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do [ao3]
good luck charms [ao3]
taste test [ao3]
and if i may just take your breath away (i don’t mind if there’s not much to say) [ao3]
as the world (as my world) caves in [ao3]
you got my heart (you got my mind) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]
it started with a whisper (and that was when i kissed ya) [ao3]
he was a skater boy (he said see you later boy) [ao3]
what’s the worst that i can say? (things are better if i stay) [ao3]
they’ve got the bad boy (on the run) [ao3]
ain’t no river wide enough (to keep me from getting to you, babe) ch 1 ch 2 [ao3]
we’ll play nintendo (thought i always lose) [ao3]
when does a ripple become a tidal wave (when does the reason become the blame) [ao3]
so, darling (save the last dance for me) [ao3]
shots of patron (and it’s on) [ao3]
you’re the most presumin’ dog (that a human could know)  ch 2 [ao3]
brought you to tears again (we are the very hurt you sold) [ao3]
summer dreams, ripped at the seams (but oh, those summer nights) [ao3]
let the stars keep you here (many decapheobes more) [ao3]
i’ve said too much (you promise i can’t ever say enough) [ao3]
how shall i win back your heart (which was mine) [ao3]
no one knows (how hard i tried) [ao3]
however big, however small (let me be part of it all) [ao3]
i know it’s only human nature (to survive) [ao3]
if we can count on you (scoubidou) [ao3]
but someday i’ll be perfect (and i’ll make up for it all) [ao3]
how can i help it (if i think you’re funny when you’re mad) [ao3]
at the same time i wanna hug you (i wanna wrap my hands around your neck) [ao3]
don’t leave me like this (i thought i had you figured out) [ao3]
made my decision (to test your limits) [ao3]
to ten million fireflies (i’m weird cause i hate goodbyes) [ao3]
and i’ll be lmho with the rest (’cause idk what’s coming next) [ao3]
maybe when i’m older it’ll all calm down (but it’s killin’ me now) [ao3]
i want your drama (the touch of your hand) [ao3]
by your side (i’ll be with you) [ao3]
so go on let the rain pour (i’ll be all you need and more) [ao3]
and the words are stuck in my throat (but you hear them anyway) [ao3]
i wanna dig in your heart (take away your hurting) [ao3]
and you know that i know (that i can’t live without you) [ao3]
hands gripping my collar (fingers twisted in my hair) [ao3]
tonight all the monsters gonna dance (we’re comin’ to get you) [ao3]
hey soul sister (i don’t want to miss ya) [ao3]
if you promise not to cry (i’ll tell you just what i would say) [ao3]
seeking faith and speaking words (i’d never thought i’d say) [ao3]
i should be playing in the winter snow (but i’ma be under the mistetoe) [ao3]
my ballerina (sway me side to side) [ao3]
if i say jump, you just say "how high?" i think you might love me to death pt 2 pt 3 [ao3]
you and me (and the kid makes three) [ao3]
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rockroselazuli · 8 months
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TOA Anniversary Munday
Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.
Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!
Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.
Tagging: myself
Name: rai
Pronouns: he/him
Birthday (no year): december 28th
Where are you from? What is your time zone?: colorado! mountain time zone
Roleplay experience: ooooohh my god um. like 15 years maybe?? most recently on twt. i used to rp on tumblr back in high school though and i'm SO glad to be back cause i missed it. rping on twt is awful i need to be able to write three thousand words in one post
Got any pets?: my kitty selkie :)
Favorite time of year: autumn.. i love pretty leaves and comfortable weather and halloween and pumpkin flavored things god bless
Some interests and things you like: drawing, audio drama podcasts, birds, sugar, cosplaying, horror
Some funfacts & trivia about you:
i collect plushies
i have 14 tattoos and my next one is gonna be grima
i write original stories and someday i'm gonna make a webcomic
What non-Fire Emblem games do you play?: pokemon, animal crossing, other miscellaneas things
Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: type is flying & pokemon is absol. my absolute belovedoh my god that was not supposed to be a pun
How did you get into Fire Emblem?: my childhood friend was really into radiant dawn and told me all about it and then i mentioned it to my dad and he was like "oh yeah fire emebeleme i wanted to try out one of those games" so he bought radiant dawn bc it was the one i talked about and. we did not know it was a sequel for the longest time.
What Fire Emblem games have you played?: 7, 9 & 10, 11 & 12, 13, 14, 16, 17
First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn
Favorite Fire Emblem game: awakening
Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳: g.. gregorgy. also sephiran and naesala. and rafal why is gregory the only human here
If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?
- Awakening: tharja. now i would gaius if i wasn't so attached to him being inigo's father always
- Fates: silas. now uhhh mmmm?? m. i don't know WAIT. keaton
- Three Houses: i don't remember?????? what the fuck. um. oh nevermind it was claude lmao of course it was claude. and i would do it again
- Engage: no one i uh. seem to have completely missed the chance somehow. anyway i'm going for alfred this time cause alfred/alear is everythign to me
Favorite Fire Emblem class: KINSHI KNIGHT but basically just archers in general. and DANCERS i love them
If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class?: um.. idk but i'd like to think i'd be the donnel archetype cause aptitude is my only chance
If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation?: golden deer!!
If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with?: either micaiah bc i like her or um. yeah. i would go with claude also but not when the Other Two are in there can you imagine the bickering
How did you find TOA?: a couple of my mutuals on twt are here!! waves at them
Current TOA muses: yeehaw
Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again?: not toa but my first fire emblem muse ever was volug. yeah i could write him again
Have you had any other TOA muses?: not yet but stay tuned
Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards?: yeah lmao. i've got a couple archetypes that hit me like a train every time
What do you believe you enjoy writing the most?: characters with weird ass emotions
Favorite TOA-related memory: i haven't even been here a month yet but this event is really fun
How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔: just the letters lol
Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉: back when i was on twtrp i kinda wanted to pick up ashe but then. i didn't. because ferp on twt is a nightmare and ashe was a popular character (i was cyril. safe in my little bubble)
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Fave 1989 lyrics?
i had to be RUTHLESS about this like talk about killing your darlings jesus christ
“kaleidoscope of loud” kicks off my favorite lyrical motif in 1989, i’ve ranted about it so many times, the way she conflates and celebrates light and sound and then uses silence and quiet in moments of love is just. so good. i’m not gonna mention all of them in this post but just know everytime it comes up i’m screaming
“it’s been waiting for you” has made me cry many many times
“i can read you like a magazine” immediately established character in such a short amount of time
“keep you second guessing like “oh my god, who is she?” i get drunk on jealousy” is genius. i love how either the love interest or her could be saying “oh my god who is she”. it’s just. she’s so smart
“midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights” just. works on so many levels. it sets the scene, it establishes character of a reckless couple who can’t see their future, it continues the metaphor of love existing in darkness and quiet, mwah mwah mwah perfect line
“i’ve got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt” WHEN THE ENTIRE SONG US DETAILING HER LACK IF FAITH? she has no faith in the future of the relationship, and she hasn’t been strictly faithful to the love interest— she’s been there too a few times, after all. like, it just so quietly encapsulates the theme of appearances vs reality
speaking of “i said i’ve been there too a few times” made my jaw DROP the first time i heard it
“two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying…” SHOULDN’T WORK ON SO MANY LEVELS. IT SHOULD JUST BE A CLEVER METAPHOR. AND YET!!!
“the monsters turned out to be just trees, when the sun came up, you were looking at me” IN A SONG NAMED OUT OF THE WOODS???
“let me remind you this is what you wanted (you ended it), you were all i wanted, but not like this” good line. absolute burn
“i miss you to much to be mad anymore” what if you just run me over with a car instead huh
“we’re a crooked love, in a straight line down” good metaphor
“his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room, and his voice is a familiar sound” is such a good way to express a relationship getting more serious. it’s like, the pinochle of show don’t tell
“you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. someday when you leave me, i’ll bet these memories follow you around” she just. sings it like a curse it’s so good
“in silent screams, in wildest dreams” and “in losing grip on sinking ships” are just. i love it when lyrics reference other lyrics in different songs it makes the album feel so cohesive it’s so good
“when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need” was already one of my favorite lyrics on the album but i’m also pretty sure it’s referencing “while our bloods still young, so young it runs” WHICH COMES RIGHT BEFORE “won’t stop til it’s over” which is the treacherous secret message, and THATS right before “won’t stop to surrender” which is the line harry has incorrectly tattooed
just every lyric in clean. i can’t pick one they’re all good
“he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown, and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why i’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words” is like. possibly my top five lyrics of her whole career. don’t ask me to do that it would be too hard but this would possibly make it
new romantics is another song that’s just like pick a line i can write an essay about why it’s so good i can’t believe this didn’t make the standard edition it’s a literal crime jail for ms swift
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hello dear bestie and happy tiana loves kell sunday <3 i think it’s such a beautiful thing that i am able to miss you each day even though i’ve never physically been next to you, but it also hurts like a bitch sometimes and i want to fight the universe for putting you so far from me 👊👊we’ll be right by each other’s side one day though, i know this for certain because i would do anything for you and know you would for me and plus we have movies to watch and cookies to bake and tattoos to get and places to go together and the universe will never get in the way of that <3 until then i’m sitting by you spiritually and wishing the best things for you while packing you boxes of lemon oreos and watching wrestling with you through my phone :’) i’m always here for you, and i hope this next week is great. i love you so much you just don’t even know 🩷💖💘💝💕💞💓💗 hugging you hugging you hugging you
tiana i love you more than any words could ever say and i'm so thankful to have you in my life. you're one if the best friends i have ever had. and i miss you, too, very much, and someday soon, we're gonna get to fix that for a while. 💕💞💖💗💓💘💝🩷
and when i do see you in person i'm gonna have to kick ur ass because that specific kevin image in the top left is SO deeply fucked up and i have to go do laps around my house to deal with it 😵‍💫🙄 /j SKAJDJAJDKSK
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Welp, time for an uncomfortable round of Send the Chain to an AU Idea Zam Randomly Had. The Links are sent to a temple filled with the undead and abominations one day, run by a necromancer who seems to be a version of them that seems to have gone mad, creating a book bursting with magical experiments and covered head to toe in tattoos simply dripping with eldritch, soul, and necrotic magic. He's not... hostile, is the thing, and seems to genuinely want to help, but this Necronomicon he's putting together feels... off. And icky. And slimy, and all sorts of wrong. It doesn't help that his presence is the only thing that seems to keep these monsters.... placid, for lack of a better word. (Mask and Steam in particular see the way their souls light up whenever this Link asks them to do things for him, like they see him as... some sort of high priest. The monstrous Zora-like creatures around hiim being the most intelligent of those monsters doesn't exactly help.) Does Farore recognize the influence of the Elder Gods of Ryleah in one of her own? And how do the Links treat this new edition to their roster, who we'll simply call Cultist?
Someday. Someday I will know what fandom you're talking about without having to look it up.
Today was not that day, but I remain stubbornly optimistic about it!
(Although on that note, I did not know that this was where Cthulhu came from. I suppose this is what I get for only ever learning H.P. Lovecraft from secondary sources and internet references.)
Farore absolutely recognizes the influence of an eldritch god trying to mess with one of her Courage Aspects and she is Not Happy about it. There's a reason those jerks got interred in R'lyeh and she won't stand for it. Farore is going to pry every inch of creeping tendril influence from her baby and she doesn't care how long it's going to take!
The rest of the Chain, meanwhile, gets an odd urge to love this new Link to pieces. But that seems a bit invasive to do with someone they just met, so for now they're gonna settle for maybe convincing him to rethink some of the entries in that book of his, because... that thing is kinda creepy, they're not gonna lie. Mask is getting Majora vibes. Lore is getting Book of Mudora vibes. Neither of these vibes are good vibes. Has this new Link considered, perhaps, not writing this book in a language that any random passerby can read?
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halamet-chalamet · 9 months
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Hello ! I saw your post about shipping, I love the idea and I’m really curious about me being shipped with MGG or Spencer Reid (you can choose).
Well, okay, things about me:
I’m Magali, from Belgium, I speak French. I’m 31, Taurus. Physically I’m petite 5’05 (154cm), light brown hair shoulder length, I have dark blue eyes and I’m wearing glasses. I’m covered with tattoos (14) and I can tell you some (flowers, portrait of my cat, mushroom, flying key from Harry Potter, my grandparents names, ouija eye, a ladybug with a flower on my elbow, it close its wings when I close my arm). I have a nose piercing (septum) and ears piercings (multiples). I’m a Small Size. I can dress in so many different styles it depends seasons and my mood : dark academia, cottagecore, casual, 50s vintage
I’m not confident about myself: physic (not white teeth, nose, a chubby belly) and I’m afraid of what people could think about me. I always think i’m a bad friend or that I did something wrong. I don’t have many friends but I’m very social. I’m an INFP-T personality. I suspect I have ADHD but I still need to call the doctor for that. I try my best to listen people but sometime I just lost track in my mind and think of what I suppose to respond or something I need to ask them. And then I’m lost in the conversation. It becomes a problem for some of people I’m around/friends because they think I’m not listen to them or don’t care of what they say me (which is false, I do care). I’m kinda an hypocondriac, afraid of being sick or that something bad happen to me (heart attack,stroke,cancer) . I’m in a professional reconversion. I was a daycare lady and summer camp counselor but now I will go back to school to become a French teacher in high school
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE cosplay (I did black cat (marvel), Loki, Spider-Man, multiple disney characters, pirate, elf, Halloween costume), I like watching true crime documentary, I love board games and ambiance games, I love Harry Potter and Marvel. I love autumn and Halloween (I love costume and organize party but not BIG party, and I love pumpkin spice latte and orange leaf 🍁 ), for now I’m watching some F1 race on tv. I can be OBSESSED with something/actors/show/activities very quickly and then lost interest. I love reading and writing (I wish I could become an author someday) I try so many things : painting, embroidery, drawing, but I’m not patient I want to be good at the first try. I’m not sporty, I don’t do any sport… I love food but not cooking for myself, but I’m okay to cook for others. I’m an only child. Oh and I’m MESSY, like very messy… but I hate that. I think my love language is words of affirmation and physical touch (a lot I love kissing or just touching a leg/arm, sweet and soft massage back and forth the spine). I love learning many things like story and facts about mythology or life of painters/actors/writers/novels/historical moments/historical people… I just like knowing silly facts
Thank you in advance for doing this ! Keep going your blog ! It’s cool 😘🥰
Hiii!! Thank you very much <3 I’m gonna ship you with Mathew!
I feel like you and Mathew are similar in a lot of ways
He’s kind of messy and seems to be a big fan of physical touch, art, and also very social!!
He has to love your style
I’m sorry it seems so Mathews type like tattoos and piercings he thinks you look super cool.
This man always wants to comfort you skskskks
He holds you and tells you nothing bad is gonna happen to you while he’s there.
That’s so cute shut up
WANTS TO COSPLAY WITH YOU
He’s so nerdy (in the best way of course) and wants to try it with you.
Probably something Halloween but let’s you pick
Wants to cook with you
Imagine him like inviting some friends over and helping you cook for everybody!
He also has a super small attention span so you guys will talk but it’s like…
“Hey babe I drew a chicken take a look”
“I just had chicken nuggets what a coincidence”
“Did you get me any”
“No but I have left over fries”
“Someone on Twitter said I looked like a potato”
That probably wouldn’t happen but for some reason it made me laugh
Would love Anastasia!!!
I love Anastasia
And would sing the songs to you randomly , they would get stuck in his head so much
Your ladybug tattoo
Girl please
He would show his other artist friends and be like
“Open it up! Show them!”
Traces all your tattoos for sure
And draws one of rumple for you!!!
We all know he likes to learn about Mark Twain and other classic authors
I’m sure he’d love to dig for info with you!
I’m pretty sure Mathew also loves physical touch
Just by the way he hugs fans and acts with his friend
He’s always holding you or touching your back or arm around the shoulders or something!
“Just to keep you close” he says
Okay sis here’s what my brain could think up for you!! I really hope you enjoy it, you’re such a lovely person :))) (also I got your other ask and added stuff from both) love you byeeeee 💖
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