#i am plagued. plagued by thoughts lmao

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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#i am plagued. plagued by thoughts lmao #its not funny. its distressing and i want them to stop #its worse when im around people a lot. like when im by myself my brain is more contained #but when im around ppl my brain is like: how do u like this?! behold *upsetting thoughts* #and im like. ya kno. i dont like that. i dont like that at all. pls stop that #im just tired. i got invited to go hiking but then there was a train in the way so we went to the zoo instead #and it was fun but it also was probably slightly too much. like i dont know how to describe #it pushed my boundaries a bit more than anticipated. bc my brain is annoying and freaks out at stupid things #and the situation overlaps with an old situation and gives me stress dreams #the point is i would like my brain to stop sending me upsetting thoughts #pls be normal. thsts all i ask. #ah i think that thing i said wasnt quite true. i dont think the thoughts get worse around ppl its just that theyre different #like ppl directed thoughts r more upsetting to me than alone directed thoughts. bc those r just like extremely annoying and mostly dont #actually make me upset. its more like someone yaking my hair every so often rather than someone grabbing me by the hair and forcing me to #watch things. blah. its all annoying. be quiet brain. hush. #hhhh i need to get professional help lmao. maybe next year. maybe maybe #i dont even know where to start with that #unrelated

[scattered-winter]

tw for injury + aftermath of torture etc

The room was empty save for a figure slumped against the far wall, arms stretched above his head and chained to the wall.

Shiro's heart lurched in his chest.

He didn't remember running across the cold stone floor, or dropping his shield to the ground midstride, or Keith's white, terrified face as he ran beside him.

The next thing Shiro knew, he was standing in front of Adam, breath stuttering as he got his first real look at what Zarkon had done to him.

He was slumped bonelessly in his chains, chin against his chest and eyes screwed shut. Nearly every visible inch of his body was bloodied or bruised, and one of his arms was bent at a sickening angle. His clothes were charred and tattered, and Shiro realized with a horrible, sinking feeling in his gut that there was a Grimm infection, too; raw, blackened skin surrounding deep lacerations in his torso and stomach like something had clawed him. Wisps of black smoke curled from the wounds, and the scent of decay was nearly overwhelming.

The infection was worse than anything he'd ever seen. Tendrils of black snaked down Adam's arms, curled up the sides of his neck.

It looked like Zarkon had let his Grimm use Adam as a chew toy.

Pushing away his horror, Shiro raised his hands to gently cup Adam's cheeks, lifting his head up and cradling his face between his hands.

Adam's eyes were closed, his face nearly white; his cheeks were sunken and hollow, and his eyes were ringed with dark shadows.

"Adam, baby, wake up," Shiro murmured, fighting to keep the tremble from his voice. "Come back to me."

A crease appeared between Adam's brows, a thin moan rising strangled and hoarse from between cracked lips.

Gold eyes cracked open, hazy with pain and exhaustion and gods knew what else.

Relief flooded through Shiro, and he had to hold back a strained laugh. "There you are. Can you hear me?"

The crease between his brows deepened. " 'Kashi?" Adam's voice was rough and cracked like he'd screamed himself hoarse. He probably had. There was something else there, too; pain, exhaustion, hope so raw it was painful.

Then some of the haze cleared from Adam's eyes, a touch of clarity returning. "You---you shouldn't be here," he rasped, expression showing the first signs of panic.

Shiro's thumbs brushed over Adam's cheekbones. "It's okay. We're getting out of here. All of us."

He half-expected Adam to argue, but he just leaned into Shiro's touch, eyes sliding closed as a choked, strangled sob rattled his chains.

Shiro's thumbs moved in comforting circles over Adam's cheeks; he met Keith's wide, horrified eyes over Adam's shoulder. "Let's get him down."

Keith's blade easily slashed through the chains, and Adam dropped into Shiro’s arms like a rag doll. He whined as he slumped into Shiro's arms, face going impossibly whiter as his injuries were jostled, and Shiro cursed himself.

"Sorry, sorry," he murmured, wrapping a supporting arm around Adam's waist as he shuddered against Shiro's body.

Keith looked stricken; he stepped away, holding his katar out to bear. "I'll lead the way out."

Shiro nodded and carefully slid an arm beneath Adam's knees to lift him into his arms. Adam's arm looped over Shiro's shoulders, his head dropping to loll against Shiro's chest. His breathing was ragged and shallow, rattling in his chest like something inside him was broken.

He didn't have much time. They had to move.

#WOE out of context bit from the rwby au be upon ye #only like. 3 people have the context for this. but for those that do: the song save me by noah kahan was on REPEAT #anyway i am plagued with thoughts about Them (rwby au adashatt) #matt IS in this scene i just didnt have the stones to write the part where he came in. fear not i shall not forget him. #he's an essential part of what i like to call the Polycule Of Pain #(because brother that is all that i put them through in this au) #winter writes #kphl #<- if ur new around here thats the voltron rwby au tag #voltron #adashi #adam #shiro #adashatt #<- adjacently #as if the physical injuries arent enough adam's aura has also been messed with to hell and back. so uh. #even if he survives the initial injuries + grimm infection he still has to deal with the fact that his aura (his SOUL) #has been stolen and twisted and manipulated into something evil. and somehow he has to recover from that. #lol. lmao even. #HE'S JUST MY LITTLE GUY IF ADAM AND SHIRO AND MATT ARE IN MY WRITING THEN IM MAKING THEM ALL SUFFER #sorry. (not sorry)

[altruistic-meme]

"pressing in until they burst" Thumbs by Lucy Dacus 👀

hi milo >:3

*holding this song very closely* i have Many Thoughts. but i think that the story that i can see best is like... Andrew and Neil being roommates in college, and they aren't particularly close but they get along well enough. and then Neil is going to go meet with his father and Andrew learns about it and about how terrified Neil is about it, and maybe Neil tells Andrew about his past? but Andrew offers to go with him.

obviously the dinner goes really well <3 and it sparks Andrew's crush on Neil, and his protectiveness of him as well, and they start to grow closer following it. i think it would be a... i want to say medium length story? longer than a oneshot though :)

Andrew nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt the hand touch his knee, but the death grasp that Neil was holding onto him with was nothing but fear. There were probably going to be marks from Neil's blunt fingernails. Andrew bit his tongue and looked at his roommate, who was nodding along with something his father was saying, a smile on his face contrasting the discomfort blossoming in Andrew's leg. The look in his father's eyes every time Neil spoke made Andrew wish that he wasn't the only one experiencing pain at Neil's hands. Or maybe Andrew's. Neil wasn't anybody, but even he didn't deserve to sit at dinner with someone who had done so much damage to him.

[ send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it ]

#this is apparently a good time for my brain bc i am writing more than expected lmao #i would go poke around a wip or smth but i am instead going to watch a yt video <3 #anyway there are variations of this thought that have been plaguing my mind since you sent me this song #but i think they would more likely merge into one #or i'd pull some parts of them together into this one #cus i think this is the most... solid? idea i have for it rn #and ig it's more inspired by the song itself than the specific line but you know i would probably find a way to tie it into the story #maybe in andrew's inner monologue or maybe him talking to neil after the fact #him confessing his crush bc nothing says 'im in love with you' quite like 'i will stick my thumbs in your fathers eyes' ya know #anyway #<3 milo ily #ask game #askers #cozy-fish-crow #shh ac #aftg

[albatris]

I have a full day tattoo tomorrow, maybe 8 hours, I'm going to get so much rental car writing done on my phone! (lying)

#best of intentions #but probly I'll be 2 sleepy and out of it lol #gotta get up earleeeeeweey #tomorrow i will be working on the tag on my murderboard titled #Nat Finch had the single most distressing week of his young life so far #<3! #his eyes bleed in front of his mechanic! he has a panic attack in a doctor's waiting room! he has sudden murderous cravings! the #mysterious force that's plaguing his body and altering his organs starts doing freaky agonising shit to his stomach and STOPS as #soon as someone calls an ambulance on nat again and people try to help him then STARTS AGAIN immediately after they leave #like it doesn't want to get fucking found out and is sentient enough to know it's being observed :) #nat is just like #why does the sun hurt make me hurt. what is this new allergic reaction. why is everything so loud all the time. wow these #intrusive thoughts sure are rough. why am i so hungry all the time no matter what i eat. whats with this fucking #perfume i keep smelling on everyone its so annoying it smells delicious and keeps reminding me how hungry i am :((( #whats happening to me :((( #lmao looks like someone didn't read the blurb before they signed on to be protagonist <3 #but yeah lmao he goes to beg his mechanic not to charge him extra but midway through the conversation #he coughs up blood and his eyes start glowing and bleeding and get kinda red and demonic lookin n whatever n #his mechanic is suddenly just like UH ACTUALLY NEVER MIND DONT WORRY ABOUT PAYING HAVE A NICE DAY #aka ''whatever the fuck this guy is i want nothing to do with it'' #n nat is just like #aww that was nice! i dont really get why he did that but I'm not complaining! maybe he just thought i was a bit down and took #pity on me? #<- has no idea he looked like a fucking demon sent straight from hell

[dragon-subway]

Heyoo :] Just wanted to ask rq because I'm doing a thing and figured maybe I should ask first; Do you care if I print out some of your Ferry/PAFL related art to put on my corkboard? This is literally just for myself lol I like your stuff

yea sure why not, you’re good, dude

(and I’m very honoured to make it onto your cork board, thank you)

#telly static #Plagued with thoughts (ask box) #I don’t have a print shop up yet (tho I am working on it in the background) #and even then i don’t think I’d put any ferry fanart stuff on there unless she like straight up asked for it which is v unlikely lmao #It’s always very nice to hear people want my stuff physically hehehehehe

[ariesbilly]

sometimes i'll be watching a video or reading up about a certain mental illness from people living with it and im like "oh some of these things are hitting..." but not to an extent that it debilitates my life? but also it feels like its certainly happening more than it should for like normal people lmao and i can never tell if these are just symptoms of my anxiety that cause certain feelings to be heightened or if theres something else going on

#just like for example #im watching this video about schizophrenic delusions #and the ladys talking about how she personally has a thing about mirrors and feeling like theres always a camera in them #or how shes always aware of cops around her because she has a thing about being followed by cops #and im sitting here like oh yeah i too am hyper aware of cops around me cuz i think im gonna end up getting arrested for a crime i didnt #even know i committed #but like thats probably just my anxiety #i do not think im schizophrenic btw im just using this as an example since im here #anyway my point is i'll hear about symptoms sometimes and be like 'oh yeah i have that more than a regular person probably does but also im #aware enough of them generally to be able to ignore it and not let it consume me so its probably a non issue then' #except there are other things where if brought to my attention i literally cannot let it go #but then that also my just be phobia related #like theres some things where if someone mentions it to me i will not be able to stop thinking about it and become very paranoid #im being vague cuz its about a fear i dont like telling people incase its used against me lmao #so you understand my position here #but again.... could just be phobia + anxiety coming together to fuck me up #i did have a therapist tell me once i might have ocd #thats another thing im always questioning #idk im doing a lot of talking im just thinking out loud here but like i would like to be able to go through life sometimes without being #plagued by such thoughts #(the paranoia and shit)

[ofgentleresolve-a]

🔥 (oKAY BUT ALSO??? BLACK KNIGHT!HYURICK, I?? I'll elaborate on this through the ask you sent me 👀 but I SEE IT, I SEE IT FROM HYUK'S PART, TOO? I hope it's okay to send these in ;W; PLS TAKE MUCH CARE AND I HOPE YOU'RE RESTING LOTS!!!)

@jeoseungsaja *cries in ‘this is completely my fault, but i’m still gonna cry over them anyways*🥲🥲🥲

HELLO AGAIN I KNOW I SAID ID ANSWER THIS PRIVATELY BUT ALSO I NEED THE DASH TO KNOW ABOUT THIS ONE TOO 🥺🥺🥺 if main verse hyurick is wholesome, sweet with a lonnnnng ass slowburn, then hyurick in black knight verse is PAIN AND SUFFERING…..with a hint of hope 🥲

( also this is me @ hyurick in black knight verse....FOREVER CONCERNED EVEN IF THEY BOTH SAY THEY’RE DOING FINE...THEY REALLY AREN’T I DON’T CARE IF DETECTIVE SOURFACE MAKES A FACE AT ME 😭 )

I’m so glad we’re on the same page here bc now?? I get to tell u my thoughts on hyurick in this very painful au that somehow spawned from wholesomeness shsisidjdj

i think it’s very much like you’ve said: both hyuk and Patrick fragmented, shells of the ppl they used to be….whereas hyuk is even more belligerent, apathetic, and isolated from the world around him, Patrick is more anxious, jumpy, and even quieter….the last five years have NOT been kind to them…😭 and yet they’re both still hyper focused on their respective goals ( hyuk: finding out the truth behind his best friend’s death and Patrick: protecting hyuk by taking down ANACHRON ). And by being fixated on these goals, they justify the  ( very self destructive ) lifestyles they lead.

something important to consider here is that when they do reunite, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll revert back to the ppl they were before Patrick’s ‘death’…..I can’t speak for hyuk ( although any emotions good or bad he might feel is COMPLETELY VALID….patrick did lie to him and he suffered for five years over that lie ), but I know Patrick, when he initially reunites with hyuk, will have to acclimate to being emotionally vulnerable with another person. like of course, hyuk can still read him like an open book but it’s one thing to be able to read the book…..it’s another thing to be GIVEN THE BOOK to read if that makes any sense….basically, at the beginning patrick will definitely be hiding ( or at least try to hide ) the depth of his feelings/how he’s been coping with, well everything bc that’s something he would be mortified for hyuk to find out 😭 along with that, Patrick also has to relearn every detail about his dear friend bc it’s not just hyuk who has to readjust what he knows about patrick...hyuk has also changed drastically in the last five years- good thing this is a topic patrick is very passionate about studying JFKSLFJKSL

but….BUT I do genuinely think their rekindled friendship ( and eventually something else too ) is something that will be GOOD for the both of them. for one thing, hyuk has something to lose again, but in patrick’s case, he feels like his sense of peace was taken in those last five years, so i think being around hyuk, someone he feels completely safe and at ease with, would in a way give him back some of that peace, if that makes any sense...? basically i think in being each other’s home, it wouldn’t necessarily fix each of them, but in wanting to be there for the other, i feel like their relationship would encourage each of them to begin to piece themselves back together....not necessarily into the ppl they were before, but more into people who are stabler and overall, happier...but YEAH I JUST...hyuk has always been a cornerstone in patrick’s life and especially in light of what patrick has gone through, he understandably would want to find home again. but not just ANY home, he wants the one that makes him feel safest and the comfiest aka hyuk and so in this sense, the only two ppl i could see patrick ending up with in this verse is either hyuk or felicity...but felicity’s dead, so hyuk sorry ur stuck him 4 life 🙃

BUT IN TERMS OF JUST?? THE TOUCH BARRIER?? if hyuk is more prone to breaking it, pls expect patrick, once he acclimates to being around hyuk and knows hyuk will be around for the long run, to be even MORE shameless about giving and wanting affection from hyuk via touch bc a. hyuk needs the reassurance that patrick is here in flesh and b. hyuk’s presence reassures and calms him, great for the paranoia really. ( also just patrick holding hyuk back and like, at first just being surprised that hyuk actually stopped...also pls catch patrick in this verse to be stopping hyuk from fighting via hugs WAY MORE OFTEN 🥲 ) BUT...just expect patrick to be brushing shoulders and knees with hyuk alot, wanting to hold hyuk’s hand a lot, and a TON of resting against hyuk’s shoulder bc he’s TIRED and REALLY WANTS TO REST ON A PILLOW CALLED HYUK’S SHOULDER IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR 😭😭😭

i too could go on for hours about these two in this painful verse ( i take full responsibility for sjdfklsdj ) THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY 🥺🥺🥺

#jeoseungsaja #that would truly be wonderful ( answered. ) #i having made you “a liar” would turn your lies into truths ( ft. patrick & hyuk || black knight verse ) #ALEX!! THANK SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS?? #but also like thank you so much for all our wonderful dynamics regardless of the verse and for your wonderful presence as well 🥺 #i will make a request to anyone else who is reading to PLS WRITE WITH ALEX #SHE'S WONDERFUL AND YOU'RE MISSING OUT IF YOU AREN'T #also send attention to hyuk in this verse....i will be reading very enthusiastically....lmao also just the thought of any muse who knows #both patrick and hyuk in this verse would totally be stuck in an awkward situation of 'what am I SUPPOSED TO DO' #BUT ALEX!! pls also consider that #nell and alfred really making theories about patrick's love life... #and then they see hyurick and they're like 'ohhhh. got it. yeah the professor's taken' sjdkflsjdfl #and also just the fact these two are literally gonna be two peas in a pod....won't see hyuk anywhere anymore without patrick somewhere #around the corner jsdkfldsjfl #team checkmate just being shocked by how clingy patrick is to hyuk #considering how he previously avoided him like the plague sjdklfsjdkl #ANYWAYS BEFORE DUMBLR CUTS ME OFF #THANKS AGAIN ALEX AND PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY YOU WONDERFUL PERSON 🥺

[kaeyaphile]

me??? having horrendous resident evil brainrot???

... it’s more likely than you’d think!!!

#kayleigh.txt #i had a dream about the man the legend leon scott kennedy himself and now #now i am plagued by thoughts #genshin impact is boring af rn because my battlepass is maxed and i'm too tired to do the many many many quests i have to do #but in like 5 days or whatever when everything resets it'll be far less of a chore #but for now... resident evil 2/4/6 has consumed my thoughts r i p #well honestly it's more like leon kennedy has consumed my thoughts lmao

[suncaptor]

every time I speak to anyone I am convinced it is the last time I will. every day I expect a crisis to occur or am faced with an impending one. every time I use my body I expect it to hurt. every time I think I could look forward to something I know it won't happen. every time I try anything I know for a fact I'll fail. I am certain in my doom to such a carefully constructed extent, and so much of it is logical and realistic. I am hopelessly hopeful about obsessive determination to improve. But also hope is a disease I refuse to ever let in. maybe this is making my life worse. even if it's completely real.

#mage of doom hours✌️✌️ #i keep trying to allow myself to feel grief and violation and anger to see if it could make me feel anything again #but honestly I think maybe it's the hope that's blocking me #and while a large large part of that is because of years if seeing how it always goes badly and i never should to protect myself #maybe a larger part is if i let myself hope I am scared I will hurt someone #but hope also just hurts me like nothing else. #i think about 2020. i was so funny. i keep trying and changing and planning and letting people somehow supposedly in #but there is a wall around everything and that's because i am terrified of hope beyond anything else #and it's like maybe i DO need to learn to not treat the hope i can't kill like some type of plague inside me #but how can I when every time I do it hurts me more than anything else? when I am smart enough to know better? when my brain knows better? #i just want to be able to care about fiction as much as I used to so I wouldn't need :////// i was so good at using that to shield me from #everything. i don't know if its spn fandom dying or the isolation i felt last year and loss or if its just #well i had to step back from letting sam thoughts live at every given second bc it was just so fucking triggering #not that that's the cure :/// but like whatever if I can find joy and life and a reason to live in anything lmao #incoherents

[mythboundmuses-archive]

@nightmarecountry sent: 028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings . [ jon Jon Jon Jon Jon]

Running out of time and ideas, Jon took a trip to the Royal Opera House. Tim had told him about his brother, about Danny's run-in with the Stranger there, and it seemed a good a place as any to try and learn anything about the Unknowing. Of course, it being the middle of the night, the place was swarming with crew loading out after the night's closing performance, and he wasn't confident enough to try his luck at sneaking in.

Despondent, he made his way across Covent Garden, hoping to find an open cafe where he might find a hot cup of tea. He'd forgotten that he was slap-bang in the middle of tourist London; he'd be lucky to find anything open at this hour.

What he does find it a little park, a tiny patch of green almost hidden between two office blocks. Inside, there's a couple of overflowing bins and a small playarea. It's odd, he reflects, taking a seat on a swing set that's certainly seen better days. This tiny little park used to be a plague pit, he Knows, and can't help but sigh at the fact that he can't even sit for a moment without Knowing the horrors of the places he walks.

The theatre across the way has history with Grimaldi, he Knows that, too. Just as he knows that he has no chance of getting inside. Even if a window were open, the crew there too are in and out all night, though drunk enough this late that they probably wouldn't even notice his presence. Still, it's an interesting thought, and one that he might pursue. Grimaldi had once performed there, and was the origin of a lot of current pantomime tradition.

Jon hates pantomime. He hates the audience participation, the mess, the "jokes". He thinks he's probably hate Grimaldi too, if he met him. It is tempting to try and sneak in; it's said that the ghost haunts the theatre, and he wonders if that's possible. Georgie or Melanie might know, but it seems difficult to believe given that Danny encountered him at the Opera House. Then again, that's barely two minutes away, so it's possible that the ghost stories aren't so fictitious after all.

The swing squeaks ominously as he gets to his feet. He's no closer to unpicking the Unknowing, but he Knows a little more about Grimaldi and, hopefully, the Stranger. Perhaps the night hasn't been a complete waste of time after all, and he leaves the plague pit buoyed by the new knowledge that he possess.

#nightmarecountry #;drabble #𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 | ic: jonathan sims #𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒕𝒔 | in character #[ this was kind of just an excuse for me to write about grimaldi & theatre & the local ghost stories. also that park does exist #and it was a plague pit so make of that what you will. #also the stuff about grimaldi is true. and i was always sad that tma never explored it more :( #me 🤝 jon: infodumping about stuff we find interesting. ] #[ i BARELY hit the prompt here LMAO ] #[ this man thinks that merry go rounds are thrilling. i am booing him. ] #[ FINAL THOUGHT: martin needs to come and get this man a cup of tea IMMEDIATELY. that's all he wants actually right now. #a cup of tea from mahtin.] #;drabbles

[kalliyen]

Streamer Luck 🍀

Pairing: Wanderer x GN!Reader

Featuring: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Genre: Fluff, Modern AU

Summary: Streamer Wander drabbles lmao enjoy <33

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: wanderer (just brace yourself) bro is actually astronomically down bad, sorry id there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes i am delirious rn

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

i. ‘wym you’re not single and rotting in a basement?’

Wanderer has been playing for hours on end, you could barely keep up with it.

He hasn’t come out of his room for hours and you were starting to get worried about his appetite, and his emotional well being.

Because you were such a good and doting partner, you decided to make Wanderer’s fave dish, and deliver it to his room.

Knocking on his door, he lets out a brief hum, signaling that it was good to come in. Careful not to get to close to the camera, not wanting to reveal yourself to his audience just yet.

Chat noticed the presence of another person in the room, and immediately bombarding Wanderer with questions like “who tf is that???” and “where did they spawn from???”

“Darling you’ve been streaming for 6 hours, take a break and eat first okay? Just call me when you need anything else.” You state, trying to resist giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend pauses his game, looks at you, then chat, and decides to pull your waist to his level to give you not one peck, but multiple.

Taken aback but not at all surprised from your boyfriend’s sudden show of affection, you lean into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.

Chat absolutely EXPLODES when they saw that, but Wanderer did not give two shits, and decided to kiss your hand, while deeply looking into your eyes

“Thanks Honey, I’ll take a break and eat this, thank you so much for looking out for me :)”

“No problem darl, just come out when I call you for dinner okay?” “Yes honey” And with that you leave the room, leaving Wanderer with him and his chat

He scans the messages, multiple times he sees “SO DOWN BAD LMAOO” and “did u kidnap them or something to take are of you”

A little irked at chat, he angrily replies “No I am NOT down bad (he is) and NO I did not kidnap them. They’re my partner. Why is that so hard to believe?”

ii. honey face reveal when?

Ever since you’ve made your existence known to Wanderer’s fan base they’ve been calling you Honey, mostly mocking him about the nickname he has for you. (they do find it cute tho fr)

They tell him to bring you into the stream more, saying that they missed your voice and your sweet personality, honestly they don’t give a fuck about him no more they just wanna see you

Wanderer gets annoyed (again, this man is always mad at his chat somehow), and says that he can’t force you to show yourself to them, which his chat respects.

“Also their sweetness and cuteness is for me only, not my fault that you guys are lonely and don’t have a partner. Imagine that, what a massive L” he says to his chat, and they start arguing with him again. (someone save his fan base)

iii. HONEY REVEALLL !!!!!

Seeing that your boyfriend’s fans really liked you, you decided to tell Wanderer that you’re finally comfortable with sharing your face to the internet, which he was really happy with. Because god he really wanted to show of the love of his life to the world, and smash it in their faces that only he could have you.

You suggest to him that you do a cute little baking stream together as your face reveal, and he couldn’t deny the adorable smile on your face while suggesting it to him, so of course he obliged.

While he was setting up the cameras and you were setting up the ingredients you felt really nervous, thoughts of ‘what if they don’t like me?’ plagued your mind, and Wanderer sensed your uneasy demeanor. He came up to you and gave you a kiss that meant ‘don’t be nervous honey, i’ll always be here for you.’

He turns the stream on and immediately people start to come in, surprised at the change of scenery.

‘Wanderer doesn’t live in his basement confirmed?!?!’ a TTS message read, and he gave the camera a glare

Chat immediately noticed you and started chanting “HONEY!” “OH MY GOD ITS HONEY FINALLY”

You gave a meek wave to the camera, still a bit nervous, but with Wanderer’s hand on your waist you knew you had nothing to worry about.

“Hello everyone,,,,I’m y/n, you probably know me as ‘honey’ and i’m…..wanderer’s partner” you say with small smile on your face, eyes turning into small slits

In conclusion, the stream was a success and chat was absolutely smitten with you.

bonus: iv. Honey takes over the channel 😱

Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable showing yourself on stream, you sometimes played games with Wanderer too, like co-op in this game called Genshin or other games that allowed two person players.

Sometimes, you even started streams yourself whenever you wanted to share something to his audience, or get advice from them when you start a new game.

Wanderer of course sees these streams and he just has the lovey dovey-est smile in the world, you swear you saw his eyes turn into hearts.

Damn, his streamer luck is insane.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin crack #genshin fluff #genshin modern au #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin scenarios #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin angst #genshin imagines

[iovetecchou]

⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, brief mention of suggestive dreams, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, bickering, banter, implied jealousy, suggestive, making out, groping, boners (lmao)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,329 words.

༞ Part 1/? Part 2.

Satoru Gojo was a real thorn in your side. Ever since you started at Jujutsu High as a teacher for the first-year students your superior- Satoru Gojo, has brought you nothing but headaches.

You were an aid for his class. Principal Yaga thought Gojo needed an extra hand with keeping the students on task. Your superior had a nasty habit of having last-minute field trips with his students when he didn't particularly feel like teaching. Which... was nearly every day. 

You admit you had high hopes before you met "The Satoru Gojo". Putting on your brightest smile as you introduced yourself to him for the very first time. You even bought him Zunda as a peace offering, hoping it would smooth over well with the one and only. 

But alas, he ignored you. 

Completely. 

He swiftly took the bag of goodies from your hand before perching himself atop his desk. Gojo swung his legs in a child-like manner as he began stuffing his annoyingly gorgeous face with your peace offering. Your jaw hung agape as you watched him do as he pleased. Not having a single ounce of respect for you.

 If his actions didn't prove it enough, his following words solidified it. 

"Let's get one thing straight, princess. I am in charge here, so don't make yourself too comfortable." 

"Princess..?!"

From that day forward, things were... rocky between the two of you.

He would step on your toes, sometimes quite literally; just to tick you off. Gojo spoke over you, correcting you mid-sentence when you were teaching the students. He would show up late every morning, leaving you to cover for his ass when Principal Yaga made his rounds. Among many other pesky things that would take you hours to list. 

Gojo was infuriating. Everything he did made your blood boil. But, with all that being said... why was it that he plagued your dreams each night? 

You cursed his name each morning when you woke up from a heated dream where Gojo was the star of it. He was obnoxious, loud, arrogant and cocky. So why was it that your deepest desires; even in your subconscious mind, revolved around him?

I guess the saying is true... don't hate someone too much, It might bloom into love.

But alas, you acted like those dreams were nothing but a nuisance. Facing Gojo each morning with indifference. Pretending like he didn't plague your dreams was a cakewalk, and you would guard your dirty little secret like your life depended on it. 

"Rough night, princess? You look like a total wreck!" Gojo quipped. He offered you a shit-eating grin as he swung his long legs up, crossing them atop his desk. Not having a care in the world for the papers that cascaded to the floor from his sudden action.

"Speak for yourself. Smells like you've been wearing that uniform for three days now." You sighed, placing your bag atop your desk before you took your seat. 

"I've been wearing this uniform for five days actually, if we're keeping count." Gojo snickered, fiddling his pen between his long fingers with ease. 

"That's repulsive, Gojo." Your face crinkled in disgust as you paid him no mind. All your focus shifting toward the ungraded papers on your desk. 

"I was joking, princess! You don't actually believe I'm that filthy- do you?!" He chuckled once more before his attention was brought to the door by the sound of a stern knock. 

"Nanami! Whatcha doin' here?" Gojo chimed, unmoving from his lax spot. 

Nanami cleared his throat before striding toward your desk, completely ignoring Gojo. You sat up from your chair to greet Nanami with a small smile. 

"Good morning, Nanami!" You spoke softly. You got a small glimpse of Gojo from behind Nanami's large frame as he pretended to gag himself with a pen from your gentle tone. You scowled before Nanami's words pulled you from your offense. 

"Morning, Y/N. I've been meaning to ask- would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? You've been working hard these past few months since you started here, and I'd be more than happy to treat you out." 

Nanami offered you a tight-lipped smile. You felt coy from his generous offer, stammering out your quick response. "Of course, I would love to! That's so kind of you, Nanami." 

Your smile was wide as your eyes averted from Nanami's striking gaze. "It's the new place that opened up in town a few weeks ago. Meet me there when you finish up here for the day. I'll be patiently waiting for you."

With that, Nanami took his leave. He spared one last glance at you from the doorway before descending the hall. Gojo was now sitting upright. You could feel his gaze on you even past the blindfold. "Looks like someone's got a hot date tonight." He scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes at your superior's childish musings. "It's not a date! Nanami is just being friendly. Quit assuming that, it's weird."

You went back to grading your student's papers. The thought of this night actually being a date with Nanami now plagued your brain.

"It's totally a date," Gojo muttered under his breath as his palm rested on the side of his cheek, supporting his head. 

"So what if it is? Why does it matter so much to you anyway?" You snapped. Your head shot up as you now glared at him furiously. It was only eight in the morning, and he was already getting on your nerves. 

Gojo stood, turning away from you. He began writing today's lesson on the chalkboard, not daring to answer either of your questions. His reaction took you off guard for sure. Gojo always had to have the last word, so why was he clamming up on you now? 

You didn't have the chance to ask him again before your students began rushing into the classroom. You figured you would drop it anyway. Focusing on class today was more important. 

The day zipped by like every other, and Yuuji was the last to leave as usual. Waving goodbye with his sunny smile that you cherished. You finished up the last of your paperwork for the day before checking the clock, that hung above Gojo's desk. It was getting late. Maybe if you left now, you would have some time to change before meeting Nanami. 

"Let me drive you home." Gojo's voice pulled you from your train of thought as you pulled your coat on and slung your bag over your shoulder. 

"I'd much rather take the train." You sighed, making your way to the door. "Turn off all the lights and lock the door this time! Principal Yaga will have both of our asses if you don't."

You descended toward the elevator, not caring to say goodbye to your perpetual pain-in-the-ass superior. You began planning out an outfit in your mind, overthinking if you should go casual or not. But just as you were about to press the ground floor button, Gojo snaked through. He offered you a sly grin before slotting himself behind you. He reached over you, taking the liberty of pressing the button.

"I'll admit, I'm a little hurt you didn't wave goodbye to me, princess." His breath tickled the shell of your ear from where he leaned forward slightly behind you. You felt a chill run down your spine from the proximity, whipping around to face him before shoving him back slightly. Having him invade your senses like that was dangerous.

"Don't be a baby. You know I have plans tonight." You glared daggers into the tall man standing before you. Tapping your foot in annoyance the more he tested your patience. 

"Plans, huh? Don't you mean your hot date with the charming Nanami? What a dashing prince he is, perfectly suitable for a princess like you."

"You're a weirdo- and stop it with that nickname. I don't like it." You huffed. Crossing your arms over your chest, still glaring at his annoyingly perfect face. 

"Oh, but calling you princess is the best part of my day. You know why?" Gojo trailed off, stepping closer to you. You could feel his intense gaze on you even past his blindfold as his chest came flush against yours. Your arms going limp at your sides.

"...Why?" You genuinely were curious, but your response only seemed to make Gojo's grin widen. 

"Because watching you pretend that you hate it when you secretly love it is entertaining, princess."

Your blood boiled at his response, and you could feel yourself heating up inside and out. You brought your hands up to beat on his chest, but he grabbed your fists before you had a chance. Gojo pulled your balled-up fists closer to his chest, holding them tightly. 

Before you could process it, Gojo took both of your fists between one of his large palms. His other hand pressed a tricky button on the elevator, causing the whole contraption to stop. 

"Gojo- what the hell did you do that for?!" You were furious at this point. Trying with all your might to free your hands from his grasp, but to no avail. 

"Princess, what are we doing?" His voice lowered an octave, seeming more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, still attempting to free your hands. 

"Us, I'm talking about us. I'm tired of playing this game." Gojo spoke calmly, bringing his face even closer to yours. 

"You mean us hating each other?" You scoff, trying to avert your gaze from his face. The proximity was causing you to feel butterflies, which you couldn't help but internally scold yourself for. 

"Do you really hate me, princess?" Gojo sounded almost sad when he uttered those words, pulling your gaze right back to his annoyingly handsome face. 

You stammered for a moment. Shaking your head in confusion before you whispered, "N-No, I mean... I don't know. Do you hate me?" You weren't sure what compelled you to ask him those four little words. But they were out in the open, no taking it back now. 

Before you could process it, Gojo closed the small distance between you both. His lips gently brushed over yours as he finally released your hands from his grasp. Expirementally, his lips captured yours. Gojo's large palms came down to smooth over your sides as he deepened the kiss. 

Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection coming from the man who plagued your dreams and tormented your days. But you couldn't deny that it felt good, that kissing him felt right. Gojo gasped against your lips as your hands came up to tug at his snowy tufts of hair. 

This gave Gojo the confidence to trail his hands lower. His palms caressed the sides of your thighs before hoisting you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Hah..." You let out a small whine as your back collided with the elevator wall. 

"Oh my god..." Gojo groaned deeply, letting his kisses trail down your jaw and to your neck. 

"W-What...?" You mindlessly questioned as you threw your head back. Completely lost in the pleasurable feeling of Gojo marking up your neck. 

"That sound you just made. So heavenly, princess." Heat pooled in your core from his honest confession. Knowing your muffled whine had such an effect on him caused pride to flood your chest.

His slender fingers felt so hot against the fat of your ass as he kneaded the flesh with fervor. His pelvis was flush against yours, and you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his crotch pressing against yours. All of your fantasies were finally coming to fruition. If it wasn't for how real this all felt, you would have assumed this was just another one of your dreams. 

"Hey, you guys okay in there?" 

A gruff voice coming from the intercom built into the elevator pulled a gasp from your lips. You hurriedly pushed Gojo away as you found your footing. "Yeah, all good in here. Sorry! Must have pressed the wrong button." 

Gojo lied through his teeth as he swiftly pressed a button, putting the elevator back in motion. You could hardly look at him as you adjusted your uniform, trying to fix your disheveled state. 

"Did that answer your question, princess?" Gojo's words caused more heat to swirl in your tummy. 

Oh, it answered your question alright. It's safe to say his little show of affection did more than just answer it.

You zipped right past him the moment the elevator stopped at the ground floor. You felt too embarrassed to say anything more at that moment. But more than that, really. You felt as if you didn't leave now; you wouldn't have been able to resist him. 

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you stormed out of the school building and toward the train station. How were you supposed to face Nanami after this? Especially if he thought this was a date. Gojo was a real prick for planting that seed in your head and then kissing you fervently the same day.

As your mind ran rampant, Gojo still lingered in the elevator. He slumped to the floor the second his back hit the wall. His slender digits caressed his lips. He could still feel the warmth of your skin against his plush mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, as he recounted every detail of what transpired only moments ago. Not helping to alleviate the painful tent in his pants in the slightest. 

All Gojo could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss you again, to make you his and his alone. After finally getting a taste of you, there was no way in hell he would give you up now. Gojo was determined to win you over. No matter what it would take.  

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[diejager]

hi i love your work so much omg

…what do you think of the scenario of monster!141 x (platonic, if you want, it’s probably for the better) reader that’s made up of thousands of worms/spiders/or whatever creatures. reader is always covered up in clothes that cover up the entire ‘skin’ and they speak extremely weirdly/like everything’s speaking all at once and the voice is just sounding from the mouth but also in the torso? and legs? . the thing is that reader is shy or something and doesn’t want to admit that they’re just a hive mind of creatures, but it’s just kinda obvious not really (well obvious to monster 141). 141 doesn’t really want to comment on it because they’re just nice like that and find ways to help Reader get through some situations lmao (help i’m sleep deprived and i made this thought in 3 AM ish).

i give you a piece of 🧀

Many

Pairing: Platonic Monster 141 + König & Horangi x monster!reader

Cw: spiders, blood, military inaccuracies, canon-typical violence, cannibalism? Eating human, hive mind monster, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.9k (A/N): I’m gonna be honest with y’a, I went on a spree and completely forgot what you first asked for but uh… I used some of your ideas and I hope it’s apparent enough?

For someone as decorated as you were, you were awfully timid, shying from human and hybrid interaction like a plague. Perhaps it was unintentional, the stiffness in your shoulders or the constant coverage, but to the world around you, you were nothing but an awkward person whose social cues were lost to time after more than a decade in the force. Starting your days covered head to toe, black over more black, or khaki and brown over more khaki and brown depending on the situation of your stay and deployment. 

Despite your social anxiety, your voice stayed strong and unwavering in the field, a cold, monotone voice that would coordinate the team if needed —you were a prolific intelligence specialist, that found your calling in intelligence gathering from the deepest and darkest pits, and an infiltration specialist that was sought out for your proficiency and successful operations worldwide, especially the undercover Ops done in secrecy. You’ve led a few clandestine Ops with Laswell for 141, the Station Chief letting you lead and direct them, trusting your insights and they always resulted in successful missions, coming back bruised and battered but alive and securing the cargo (or whatever they were sent there for). 

That meant that they knew you, your voice, your confident tone when you directed them, your unwavering decisions and your helpful guidance, but they hadn’t seen you until a few months ago. You were officially assigned to Task Force 141 as their Intelligence and Infiltration specialist, working on and off. This would be the first time you actively moved to the front, standing beside them during infiltrations, slipping into the enemy base with efficiency and silence. You moved as if you were a part of the shadows, melting into the darkness and disappearing from any camera and scans, your body invincible to infrared cameras or heat sensors. 

You moved with fluid motions, your body incredibly - scarily - flexible and seemingly aware of everything around you. To humans, you were probably the most skillful and abnormal human, born with talents that far rivalled those of hybrids, and a saviour to some for being able to keep them alive even through the hardest moments of their capture; but to monsters, to hybrids, you were special, a different type of creature that held a different category in the classes, one that humans knew little outside of the government and military. 

Whereas humans saw you as a stiff and socially awkward human that covered their whole body, TF141 knew better, they could sense it a mile away, the difference in you, the odd aura and smell you projected. Soap and König had mentioned it in the past, in the bustling Mess hall where they shared a table, Soap had noted that you smelled off, of something dead yet alive and König only brought the oddness of you holding thousands of different scents, musks that didn’t originate from one place, but from around the world. 

Gaz and Horangi gave off-handed comments about sudden movement under your clothes, a slight - near invisible - ripple under your neck or on your arm, their eyes zoning to the smallest of movements. Gaz brought it up first, his voice hesitant and confused, frowning down at his plate when he mentioned it to the others, only to feel reassured that he wasn’t imagining it, the small ripple that no one else perceived, when Horangi shared his own observations. Horangi had seen small black spots moving over your shirt and under the tight mask hiding your face, tiny-legged creatures climbing over you and vanishing under your clothes as if they were never there. 

Rudy was the best at understanding people, sympathising with both monsters and humans, but you just seemed lost, a shy creature that always hid from others when you weren’t needed. He and Alejandro remembered when they spoke to you after an Op, catching up to you before you fled to hide in your room, your tone was soft and shy, but it seemed to come from everywhere, never staying in one place as if there wasn’t a source to your voice. One moment your voice would come from your face, and then the next, it’d be down your abdomen, every word you spoke came out of a different area, but your chin never moved, face still and unmoving. 

They brought it up to Ghost, who’d sit with them at their table, pushed against the wall for privacy around human soldiers, since he - leaving out Price - knew you best, having worked with you a few times in the past where they needed your expertise in infiltration and hostage securing. They had hoped that Ghost could give them a few insights on you, whether it be about your kind or your uniqueness, they wanted something - anything - to quell their growing curiosity. Not only was Ghost one of their only sources of information, but he was also a paranoid one, always demanding an operator's file before and after they joined, his mind going through loops to calculate the danger of the new addition. Ghost was a guarded and walled-up character, ensuring that they wouldn’t betray him in the long run.

Unfortunately, Ghost knew as little as they did, Price was stricter with your information, keeping it under a hard lock and key. Only he and Laswell held information about you, your little quirks and details were a secret to anyone who wasn’t in the higher-ranked stations or the commanding rank and station chief. They had nothing to go on but theories, little hypothesis until Price or Laswell - whichever caved first to their incessant pleading - disclosed your personal file. So they did what they could with their observations, combining up with different monsters they’ve crossed paths with. You could’ve been one of those crossbred hybrids where they coupled for specific perks, or an experiment, seeing that you had an aversion to physical touch and human interactions. The least possible one, by far, was that you were an Eldritch being, a creature of horror and madness. 

“Classified for now, sergeant,” was all Price had told Soap when he cracked, his puppy-like excitement getting the best of him. “You’ll have to ask them, yeah?”

That left them with little to no choice but to watch you more closely, to observe their surroundings for any clues and to note anything bizarre since they couldn’t necessarily outright ask you. You fled seconds after anyone tried to start a conversation, head down and feet moving too swiftly to not seem like you were avoiding them or any long discussion as if you knew what they were planning. You seemed to have eyes at the back of your head, reacting instantly when one of them would follow you wherever you went, slinking from one shadow to the other, trying their best to hide from your sight and sense, but you were an expert in your own right, knowing and aware of undercover tactics when one was used against you.

Fortunately for them, other clues helped, subtle signs that most people wouldn’t even catch. The first one was small, jerky spiders that weren’t local to the UK or any continent, they weren’t like any arachnid they’d ever found, that was the first thing they noticed when they came across one, but the true challenge was to catch one of those pesky things. They were quick and small, evading them as if they had a mind of their own, their bites painful if one of them tried to grab it with a hand, the tiny fangs piercing through the thick material of their gloves, but once Soap got his paws on one, he made sure to keep it in the glass container. The spider was small, its exoskeleton so dark that it seemed to swallow any light rather than reflect it, a shade of black so black that it didn’t let any colours out. It didn’t look hairy, the shell so smooth and spotless that it seemed like two circles if they ignored the scrawny legs. 

Those spiders were almost everywhere, yet they went unnoticed by the people walking around the base and them until now. Other than the spiders, your aversion to physical contact and socialising, and favouring your privacy much more than anyone on the TF. You didn’t eat with them —you never seemed to eat at all. Your voice moved so often that the possibility of you having many mouths came to mind a lot. Your body was extremely nimble, bending in odd - sometimes painful for others - ways. Over other observations, everything they took notice of you were things that were inhuman, it made you a minority in the military - much like them - and a mystery to your team. 

They went on for months, unbothered that they might have seemed slightly obsessive, a stalker following his obsession. They weren’t worried about others calling them out, humans would chalk it up to monster stuff with a sneer and look the other way when Ghost or König glared at them. That didn’t escape you, Price or even Laswell’s eyes and ears around the world. 

“You boys don’t know when to stop, hmm?” Price wore a frown, brows cocked questioningly. His tone was one of a tired and relenting to their months-long search. “You’re lucky they weren’t mad about this.”

“So you’ll tell us, boss?” Ghost hid his excitement better than the rest, his chest rumbling lowly and eyes narrowed darkly, but not with a dangerous gleam. 

“Better if you see it yourself,” he sighed, crossing his arms, hunching against his chair, lip quirking at a corner. It was a cheeky lopsided smile, teasing them with having to wait longer. “It’s hard to explain in words. It’s quite the sight.”

And a sight it was! Watching you melt to the ground, your body scattering in thousands of small spiders that moved towards the body lying before you. You’d been paired with Ghost and Soap for this Op, leading them down a path you knew didn’t have any hostiles, getting intel back from the many spiders scattered around the area. They were the first to watch you eat, arachnids swallowing up the bodies, devouring them at record speed. You ate flesh and bones, ligaments and tendons melted by your acidic bite that only left clothes behind as an indication that someone died here. They were the lucky ones to see you eat, to bear witness to your monstrosity in the flesh and your moment of weakness where you had to sustain yourself, shedding off the shape of a human body.

It left Soap filled with awe, seeing you break away in thousands of individual bodies and come back together as one, and Ghost’s mind strewed with questions, some answered when you told them that you were self-conscious, a hive mind made up of spiders to form a body. You weren’t hiding away because you were afraid of them or that you hated socialising, you were simply too self-aware of your making, of the natural fear of eight-legged creatures. So you hid, shying away from people, thinking that they’d hate you for being what you were, a colony of undocumented spiders working as one. 

Horangi, Rudy and Alejandro caught you in action on the second covert operation when you were given the signal to lead your small squad into enemy lines. They watched the clothes you wore ripple, little critters bulging out from under your protective gear and rolling down your body in waves, black masses dropping off and separating. You were spread around the place, everyone acting as an extension of your mind and body, and they were —thousands of spiders sharing one mind. You shrank lightly, your body mass lower than it was with your body spanned across the area, working as your eyes and ears from afar like cameras worked for Laswell, except that your reach was farther and more potent. 

It was expected, but not less surprising to the three, watching your body shorten and little spiders crawl all over you. It would’ve made the hardiest monster shudder in fear or repulsion, feeling hundreds of legs moving about over their body, it would’ve made them slightly apprehensive, knowing from Soap and Ghost that your bite could be acidic, melting tough muscle and robust bone. It made more sense as to why you were so nimble and so observant, you had parts of yourself scattered around, working to map out everything and see everything. You were what made you so sought after for your skills in clandestine missions and covert infiltrations, it was scarily inspiring.

Gaz and König were the unlucky ones, being in the wrong place at the wrong time to see you “die”. With how unlucky his streak with helicopters was, it wasn’t a surprise that he was falling from another one, his wing bleeding from a bullet wound, the copper piercing through the meat and grazing the bone. It had him handicapped for the next few missions, staying on base until it healed completely unless he wanted to cause a bigger issue with his third pair of limbs. You were medevaced, watching Gaz grunt and groan, holding his wounded wing against his chest with a face screwed in pain. He’d been in an unfortunate situation, being purposely targeted by the enemy, and the situation couldn’t get any worse. 

The helicopter was shot down, and the flares deployed too late to stop the missile. It was a fiery mess, there was screaming and the loud crack of metal breaking, you could hear Laswell yell out in the coms, her worried and frantic voice trying to reach you and Gaz in the falling blaze. Most harpies feared fire, the flames burning their feathers and scarring the skin, making it impossible to regrow feathers on some rare occurrences. Gaz couldn’t remember much after the fall, waking up in pitch darkness, his skin crawling with shivers and invisible hands. He couldn’t make out left from right, he didn’t know if he was lying face down or on his back, and he wasn’t even sure he was conscious, seeing that all he could see was black. Then he felt sudden movement, a prickly sensation covering his body until light broke through.

He could feel his arms and his legs, he could stretch his wing out when he sat up, he wasn’t burned or hurt more than what he had before the crash, but he couldn’t see you when he looked around. He palmed the ground, feeling around the rough floor for you, your small, black spiders. You were on and around him, slowly climbing off him and flocking to a large mass. Your clothes were gone, burned to ashes in the mess while you shielded him, taking the brunt of the heat and burns. He swallowed down the quake that wracked his body and rushed to you, frantic to see whether or not you were in pain. Rather than forming back into a human, your appearance resembles more of a large mammal on four, clawed legs. Seeing that you were fine - or so he thought - he called back for evac, getting cover with your prone figure guarding him until the other helicopter and support came back.

König’s accident was more vicious than Gaz’s, losing control of his urges, letting himself shift and rampage through the area, ripping apart both enemy and ally. You were another body in his path, his claws tearing through your chest with sharp, bloodied hands. The others panicked, watching you scatter into pieces, falling apart from the seams as if someone had pulled out the only string that held you together. Instead of blood and guts, intestines that should’ve called out in a bloody mess, you broke apart, some fell to the ground, crushed under König’s weight, and others clung to him, swarming to stop him before he caused more chaos. 

It looked like a futile attempt from outside viewpoints, watching the beast stumble blindly, his face covered, your thousand pairs of legs locked to keep his mouth closed from causing more harm to others with his serrated teeth made to gnaw through bone and break flesh and muscle to consume and feed his big appetite. They could only stare at König trash around, limbs slowly being locked together, bounding his arms from flailing and slashing at people and his leg from blindly ambling and rushing towards his next victim. You rippled around König, a mass becoming a full-body restraint containing the hybrid’s grunts and growls, unmoving and unrelenting against him. 

You kept König’s rampage in check, keeping him contained while they moved both you and him to the aircraft and back to base where they could wait out the shift, the burst of rage in the hybrid. Gaz had thrown you a bundle of clothes after König fell asleep, you slipped off and crawled to your clothes, reappearing in a human shape under all your protective layers. Although they knew you could take extensive damage and survive unscathed, they still worried, would your strength still held together with a chaotic mix of human resilience and percht invulnerability.

You seemed to have let yourself go a bit, letting Soap or Gaz drag you around the base, letting Rudy and Alejandro strike up a conversation, letting Ghost or König sit with you in silence, and letting Horangi get the jump on you and follow you soundlessly because he was curious (and answering his questions). You might not eat with them, but you swallowed down your fright and agreed to sit at their table while they ate, digging into their preferred meal and occasionally replying to their friendly banter. You were still nervous about spending so much time in public, the looming fear of being faced with disgust from your allies was still possible, but you - with the supporting pat on the shoulder from Price - worked through your storming thoughts and insecurities. 

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[moonstruckme]

hi!! first of all, i am a frequent reader(???) of your blog because your writing is immaculate and you seem so sweet and fun to talk to you, thank you so much for all the work that you do

second of all, i really hope your request are indeed open so that i am not spamming you🫶 in case they are closed, i am so very sorry and freely ignore this

I was wondering if i could request a little reader x either james or if the spark comes to do poly! i will NEVER say no to that lmao, where the reader seemingly out of nowhere starts feeling down, voicing that she doesn't think she's a good person? because she thought of all the friendships and extremely close people that left her and she just feels hurts and confused?

need some hurt/comfort rn, i know i am a little mean, and probably not the nicest person out there, but thinking of all the failed friendships/folks that i loved so dearly makes me feel like perhaps i am not a good person and that thought plagues me a bit ng

either way, thank you so much in advance, i hope you are well, getting to take care of yourself and have a lovely rest of day, evening of whenever you are reading this!

Thanks for requesting honey, love you <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James is talking to you about the movie he wants to go see, and if you were a better girlfriend—if you were better, period—you’d be listening, chipping in occasionally but mostly just letting him talk with the same adoring attentiveness he always gives you. But instead, you’re still stuck in the pub you’d left a few minutes ago, watching the surprise play over Sirius’ features. The flash of something you suspect might have been hurt in his cool gray eyes before he covered it up with skillful quickness. 

“And whatever I say, I can’t seem to lure the boys to another sci fi film,” James goes on, “so I’m afraid you might be conscripted for that one.” 

“Okay.” 

“Really?” The disbelief in James’ voice brings you back to attention. “I thought you’d have more qualms after that last one.”

You did swear to James that he’d never be dragging you to another of his nerd movies again. But maybe this is your opportunity to turn over a new leaf. “You want to see it, right?” 

“Well, yeah.” 

“Then we’ll go.” 

The two of you walk under a streetlight, giving you a clear view of your boyfriend’s skeptical expression. “You’re really alright with it? We can go see that new rom com instead, if you want.” 

See, this is the problem with being around James. He’s so, so good. It makes you seem even worse in contrast. And he makes it impossible to be selfless, because he always has to be the most giving person in any situation. It makes you want to cry from both love and frustration. 

“Let’s just go to the one you want to see,” you say, and despite your best intentions the words come out with a slight edge. 

“Alright,” he says slowly. Now you can feel his eyes on you, your own gaze vaguely ahead as you keep pace alongside him on the sidewalk. You live in a more shadowy part of town, but the clouds obscuring the moon make the darkness complete. James’ voice is tentative. “Hey, are you okay?” 

You chew your bottom lip. “Do you think I upset Sirius earlier?”

“You mean that joke you made?” It doesn’t help your anxiety that he knows exactly what you mean. No chance it flew completely under everyone else’s radar, then. “No, he was fine.” 

“You don’t think he looked…I don’t know, shocked? Like his feelings were hurt?” 

James’ gaze burns into the side of your head, but you won’t look at him. “No, angel. I think your sense of humor can be a little…” he fumbles for the right word, and a worm of unease writhes in your gut “...brash, sometimes, but Sirius is made for that stuff. The last person you’re going to offend with that is him. He gets it.” 

You sigh and nod, doing your best to convince yourself he’s telling the truth. 

“Hey.” He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can hear you thinking.” 

“I just don’t really know if I’m a good person.” 

Your voice is quiet, but you know James hears you perfectly. His steps actually fumble for a second, like he might stop in his tracks. 

“Of course you are,” he says. “I mean—listen, of course I would lie to you even if you weren’t, though I guess we probably wouldn’t be together if I thought you were a bad person, but—anyway, you are. You are a good person.” 

You force a laugh, ignoring how your throat contracts around it. “Sorry. I know you’d lie to make me feel better, Jamie. You’re too nice.” 

“I would,” James acknowledges, following as you go up the front steps to your apartment and dig around in your bag for your key. “But I’m not right now.” He ducks his head as you twist your key in the lock, jockeying for a view of your face. “Sweetheart, why would you think that?” 

“I don’t know,” you mumble as you step inside. You set your keys down on the table by the door and knead at your chest, but it does nothing to relieve the hollow ache forming there. 

“Yeah you do,” James says softly, hot on your tail. “I know you, you don’t just say these things. Come on.” He takes your shoulders in his hands, trapping you, and you drop your gaze to avoid meeting his eyes. (You know how that goes. They make you feel all soft and melty and get you to talk and talk and talk.) “I can’t be fully honest with you if you’re not honest with me,” he says. 

“I just know—I know I can be really mean sometimes.” Your voice cracks on mean, and James tightens his grip on you, holding you together while you crumble. The pressure in your throat is hot and thick, but it feels so good to cry. Like your outsides finally match your insides. “I want to be better but I don’t know how.” 

“Sweetheart.” James’ voice sounds like heartbreak. His hands slide from your shoulders, wrapping around your upper back and squeezing painfully. “Darling, you don’t need to be better. Or, not more than anyone else. You’re already a good person.”

You make a miserable choked sound, frustrated with him for only telling you what you want to hear and frustrated with yourself for not knowing better.

“You are,” he says, half desperate. “Know how I know?”

You take your face from his shoulder, eyeing guiltily the glossy wetness of your tears and snot on his jumper. James takes your face in a big hand, finally succeeding in angling it towards him. 

He’s giving you a little smile despite his own watery eyes and the deep crinkle between his brows. He takes your look as enough prompting to go on. 

“Because bad people don’t worry about if they’re good people, angel.” The words are emphatic, beseeching. Begging you to understand. “They don’t try to do the right thing. You being worried about Sirius is just proof that you care. Do you think a bad person would get themselves so worked up” —he thumbs at the wet skin underneath your eye, smiling thinly— “over whether they’re being too mean? That just doesn’t happen, love.” 

You swallow thickly, letting James press a solid kiss to your temple. He holds your face between his hands like you’re something special. Something worth having. 

“I wouldn’t be with someone who was always being actually mean to my friends,” he tells you, voice dropping into a lower register. You know he’s being sincere. James would never let anything happen to Sirius or Remus, certainly not by someone he’d brought into their orbit. “But we all know you don’t mean anything cruel by the things you say. It can be a little…” 

“Brash?” you supply, and James smiles. 

“Yeah,” he admits, “sometimes. Anyone who knows you doesn’t take it personally, though. You’re kind in your own way, it’s just not always what people are used to.” James tilts his head, assessing your expression and giving you full view of the earnestness in his in turn. “You’re a good person, sweetheart. And please don’t worry about being that kind of mean to Sirius, alright? He can take it.”

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[whyse7vn]

FUCK MARRY KILL -

[ot7 x reader]

GOLDEN OUT SOON

8 participants - 8 online

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jin: just googled what champagne confetti means and wtf????

jimin: the fact that you had to google that 💀

namjoon: it’s been how long since the song came out?

y/n: wow jin ur really old as hell

💀💀💀💀💀

jin: IM NOT

hobi: bro had to google champagne confetti 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

jin: A LOT of people don’t know what that means

tae: a lot of old people 💀💀💀

jin: can you stop with the skulls

jimin: 💀💀💀💀

jin: i bet jungkook doesn’t even know what that means

jk: i do

why would i say it if i didn’t know it stupid

hobi: jungkook just called u stupid 💀

jin: bye

y/n: i’m turning evil

hobi: yesss feminism 💞💞

jin: how?

y/n: i just am

stay out of women’s business

jk: no guys it’s true she didn’t make me breakfast today 😰😰😰😰😰

yoongi: are you 5? why does she make u breakfast

jk: love

you wouldn’t get it

tae: i love an evil woman

they get me going

if you know what i mean

wink wink

y/n tell them what me you and namjoon did yesterday lol

namjoon: shut up

y/n: if you keep talking i’m going to block

you

tae: baby 💔

she doesn’t mean that guys

jimin: what did you guys do?

y/n: nothing important

hobi: i’ve decided that enhypen are my biggest enemies in life

I HATE THEM

jk: i love jikjin ❤️

namjoon: that was treasure

jk: no

namjoon: ok

jimin: what did enhypen do to you

hobi: exist

i’m not fucking with them

the vibes are off

and there are too many australians

y/n: isn’t it jake the only australian one?

yoongi: why do you know his name

y/n: because i’m nice and remember people’s names

hobi: i’ll literally kill jake like wdym oh naur??? like only i can say that

fucking bitch

UGH

i hate him

jimin: wow ok

namjoon: hoseok be the bigger person here they are kids

hobi: i’m skinny

bigger person?? absolutely not!

jimin: he kinda real for that idk

y/n: LMAO

jin: i’m saying fuck enhypen AND newjeans

hobi: literally

y/n: haters

jimin: NO FUCK NEWJEANS FOR REAL HAD ME DANCING TO ETA

LIKE I’M A MAN

jin: ha

jimin: what’s funny?

jin: 😚

jimin: i literally agreed with you idk why ur trying to fight me rn

jin: i didn’t even say anything

jimin: you didn’t have to

namjoon: ok both of you stop

jk: what if i was a giant meatball

yoongi: that’s nasty

tae: no cuz i get it

are you the meatball or is the meatball you

if you know what i mean

jk: i know

tae: no bro

we know

yoongi: ur sick

both of you are extremely sick

hobi: wish enhypen was sick

with the plague or something

y/n: that’s not nice :(

hobi: i would say i’m sorry

but i’m not

and i don’t lie

i just don’t

jk: guys can we cook rocks

y/n: no

jk: why not

y/n: they are rocks

jk: ok but have you tried

y/n: shut up

jk: yes

hobi: i could so play alexander hamilton

jimin: isn’t that the guy who drives the fast car?

jk: the fast and furious man?

tae: vin diesel????

yoongi: lewis hamilton you fucking idiots

hobi: i’m talking about the founding father

jk: what did ur father find???

namjoon: isn’t that an american thing?

jimin: finding fathers?

y/n: i can find mine

jin: so can i

and last time i’m checked i’m not american

tae: does america think koreans are fatherless?

yoongi: you act like u are don’t blame them tbh

hobi: no guys don’t you know the musical??

jin: about fatherless koreans?

jk: or the car man?

i thought that was a normal movie

did i miss the singing part???

y/n: omg didn’t jimin do a song for fast and furious??

jimin: OMG I DID

namjoon: wait i’m confused

hobi: lin-manuel miranda???

tae: wtf is that

jin: a sauce?

y/n: is that not the lip bite guy

hobi: YES

yoongi: give up hoseok

hobi: i have faith in them

yoongi: don’t

hobi: ur right…

jimin: anyways

tae: thinking hard rn

namjoon: i’m impressed

tae: thank you its the first time i’ve ever done this

i’m fucking with it lowkey

yoongi: go away

tae: can someone ask me what i’m thinking about

jimin: no

tae: since you asked i’ve got a really important question

jk: i’ll answer

tae: no you won’t

hobi: y/n do you want cookies?

y/n: PLEASE

jin: can i have some

hobi: no

jin: :/

tae: y/n

y/n: what

jk: 😍

tae: fuck marry kill

like out of us

rn

this shouldn’t be hard

y/n: ur right it’s not

fuck jin marry hobi kill jimin

tae: just fell to my knees

jimin: kinkyyyy

hobi: 🥺

jin: real!!!!!!!

jk: wait what

yoongi: lol

tae: clutching my chest

namjoon: would you all get a grip

tae: i have a grip on my heart

i’m having a heart attack

ohmygod

it’s fading to black

help me

beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeppp

(i’m dead)

yoongi: thank god

jk: y/n you can kill me yk?

won’t even be mad i swear

like fr

as long as ur thinking of me ha

idm!!!

y/n: but i picked jimin to kill

jk: oh lmao yeah!

you picked jimin

silly me lol

yeah

ur right lol

ha

jimin

yeah

jin: you wanna fuck rn lol?

yoongi: shut up

jin: ur mad

yoongi: i’m not

it’s just a stupid game 😂

jin: EWWW YOONGI JUST USED “😂”

i could throw up

someone kick him

jimin: when you kill me can you do it by strangling me

i feel like that would be the best way to go

namjoon: gross?

hobi: i think we should have a spring wedding that would be SAURRRR cute

y/n: NAURRRR ur so right

jk: ha ha

hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

jimin: wow he’s insane

jk: i could die better than you

i would die instantly

i wouldn’t fight back

i wouldn’t struggle

i would just die

jimin: the struggling is the best part

namjoon: stop

yoongi: fucking freaks

tae: she’s in love with me i know it

y/n: did you not just have a heart attack?

tae: can you kiss me like yesterday

y/n: absolutely not!

tae: wow u want me so fucking bad

jin: yesterday?

jimin: let’s a have threesome

hobi: bro can’t count

jimin: no

i just don’t vibe with jin fr

jin: ur such a hater it’s crazy this is why she’s killing you

and fucking ME

jk: LOL

LOOOOOOOOOOLLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLLLLL

y/n: guys can we talk about rn gojo pls I’m feeling sentimental

namjoon: who is that?

y/n: sighs looks out window

yoongi: don’t let her start

y/n: gojo was a hero to many a enemy to some a teacher to a few but to me

to me gojo was everything

jin: already don’t care can you come over lol

y/n: you want an in person gojo explanation???

jin: if that is what people are calling head now absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!!

y/n: jin i could cry

i’ll be there 😭🙏🏽

tae: me and joon are here

well like more me than joon but he can come if you want

i’m here babe

pls

don’t go to jin

jimin: wtf are you talking about 💀

jk: she didn’t even kill me guys

wow

like

wow

she didn’t even kill me….

hobi: she married me

jimin: ur clearly not on her mind bro

jk: no ur right

why would i even be on her mind anyways

i’m just a stupid idiot that no one loves

or wants to kill

y/n: get a grip

jk: grip gotten

yoongi: ur all dumb as hell

y/n: don’t be mad i didn’t pick you

yoongi: i’m not

jimin: iM nOt

yoongi: she literally killed you stfu

jimin: so?? at least i was on her mind

jk: WHY DIDNT YOU PICK ME OHMYGODDDDDIDJDJJDJJz nxbsjsh

tae: ok but be fr did you forget how to spell my name y/n be honest

tae: my name is tae

y/n: i know!

jk: i thought it was taehyung?

tae: CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP RN WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES

jk: i’m sorry ur right

no one loves me

hit me in the head with a shovel

tae: ok LOOOOLLL but out of the remaining people who would you fuck?

y/n: joonie 🙏🏽

yoongi: u think ur so funny

y/n: ?

sorry for speaking my truth

jin: literally

tae: NAMJOON FR????

AFTER ALL I DID

and you pick the man that basically sat behind you the whole time

jin: wait

namjoon: taehyung

tae: WHATEVER

jin: waittttttttttttttttttttt

y/n: let’s not wait actually

jk: y/n are you sure you don’t want to kill me

jimin: shut the hell up

tae: AHHHHHHHZHSHSHSUDUDH

UGHHHHSYSZHSSBDBDN

YOU WANT ME

i hate life

you want me so bad

i know it

FUCK YOU

tae left “GOLDEN OUT SOON”

yoongi: wtf

jimin: wow

hobi: didn’t know it was that srs

jin: i have a theory

namjoon: you don’t

jin: no i definitely do

y/n: shut the fuck up

jin: wow u guys are nasty

yoongi: ????

jk: y/n did you change ur mind?

jimin kicked jk from “ GOLDEN OUT SOON”

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[jakescaravel]

Secret Fantasy

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: smut, fingering, dom Jake, slight orgasm denial, dirty talk, alluding to threesomes, this is part 1 and as always 18+ MDNI!!! I literally wrote this today in like 30 mins so it’s lightly edited so sorry if it literally doesn’t make sense lmao

Jake had said it about 2 hours ago. The drunken confession of his secret fantasy had slipped out of him. Just the one word; ‘threesome’ made your heart drop in anger and betrayal. How could he even suggest that? Did he just want to be able to fuck some other girl? Were you not enough?

You had been so mad that you'd stormed off to sleep in the guest room, and he had left you alone since, knowing you needed some time. He really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings and he felt terrible, but the damage was done.

As you lay there in the unfamiliar bed, cold without the warmth of him, you don’t know whether to cry or to punch a wall. A million thoughts race through your mind, thoughts that you’ve never thought about since being with him. Thoughts of insecurity, and it felt horrible. You had always known how much he loved you, he made a point of showing you every chance he got, but now, everything feels unsure.

Soon your eyelids begin to droop and sleep threatens to take you over but you hear the door softly creak open. Even though you’re faced away from the door, you see the thin sliver of light poke through the dark room. You pretend to be asleep so he’ll leave you alone but he knows you're awake. He’s been watching you through the little hole next to the key, maybe a little creepy but he wanted to make sure you were okay, and confirm that you were awake.

He slides into the room so quietly that you can’t even be sure he's there until you feel his weight on the bed next to you. Still you pretend to be asleep, not aware that he knows you're bluffing.

The blanket isn’t covering you given that you’ve always run hot, so your legs are bare, and only one of his oversized shirts covers you.

He reaches his hand out and drags it over your exposed thigh. The touch is so soft and so simple yet it makes you instantly crave more. You curse him for having this power over you. Having the ability to pull you out of your anger and make you want him. You wish you could stay strong and tell him to go away but instead you let him snake his hand down and trace over the thin layer of cotton covering your cunt. Your legs part on their own accord and you hiss through your teeth.

“Faker.” He whispers right against your ear. His raspy voice pulls a shudder from you and you turn to face him. His lips are so close to yours that you almost lean in, just to feel how soft they are, but looking at his face brings back the emotions from earlier so you move away from his touch.

His hands press into you harder and you whine into the quiet room. You open your legs for him, you just simply can’t resist, you're not strong enough so you let him touch you, it feels too good. 

“I know you're upset with me baby.” Fuck. The pet name, the way it drifts off his tongue, laced with sex. The way his lips curl into a smile as if he’s teasing you for being upset in the first place. 

When you don’t stop him, his hands slip further down, massaging the skin on the inside of your thigh. His fingers brush against your core with every move and you buck your hips up in protest, asking for more. 

He’s already winning, already pulling you into a world he knows you can’t resist, but you must know the answer to the thought that’s been plaguing your mind.

“Am I not enough for you Jake? Is that why you want some other girl in our bed?”

His lips part and his eyes look hurt, he can’t believe you’ve gotten it so wrong. 

“No…. no.. that's not what it is at all. Is that really what you thought?” He laughs at the idea, so crazy in his mind.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Your words turn into a moan when he presses his hand against your covered clit. This time he really does laugh at you, at how easily you're falling apart at his mercy and he’s hardly touching you. It's adorable.

When your eyes narrow, full of anger, he leans forward and plants a kiss right to your lips, your face softens when he pulls away.

You search his face, desperate for some kind of answer as to why. So you ask, “so then why Jake?”

He just looks at you for a moment smiling, a genuine sweet smile. It steals your heart, just like the Jake you know always does. He curls his fingers into the waistband of your panties silently asking permission to remove them. When you give a slight nod, he pulls them down your body, left to rest around your ankles. 

Annoyed that he hasn’t given you an answer, you clench your thighs around his hand stopping his movements but instead he grabs your thighs roughly pulling them open. He traces a finger from your clit to your entrance, moving it in little circles, just to tease. You lift your hips up, desperate for him to give you what you want, to slip his finger inside, but he doesn’t move an inch.

“Come on Jake, touch me.”

“I thought you were mad at me.” He smirks when you roll your eyes at him. He knows he's won.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Finally he slips his finger into you, curling upwards. You tilt your head back at the sudden pleasure. With his free hand he pulls your chin down so that you’re facing him once more, forced to stare into his eyes. He lifts his finger out and pushes two back in, pumping slow deep strokes. He repositions himself so that he’s laying down next to you, his face inches away from yours, but his hand never falters. He curls his fingers inside you and your body jerks closer to him as a moan falls from your lips, right against his ear. 

A low groan rumbles out of him, the sound of it bringing you closer. You can’t even be mad at him anymore with the way his fingers are working you. Knowing you so well, where you like to be touched, and exactly how to do it. With every passing second, the band inside you stretches and stretches threatening to snap but Jake stays steady, moving in and out. 

He leans forward and whispers, “this feels good right?” You nod as another sound escapes you.

He moves his other hand to trace circles over your clit.

“Fuck.”

He smiles and applies more pressure to your sensitive bud. The mix of the delicate touch of his calloused finger and his digits flowing in and out of you feel like heaven. You can feel his breath on your cheek, smell his cologne right next to your nose and hear his little words of praise.

“That’s a good girl. This feels even better right? You like when I touch you in both places?”

You nod again, closing your eyes in concentration, feeling the band begin to unravel. “Look at me.” His harsh tone snaps you out of your dream-like state and you open your eyes to look back at him. 

“Say it.”

“I like it… when you touch me like this, feels so fucking good Jake.” He hums and begins to work you faster. 

“You’re so warm, baby, so wet. You’re just sucking my fingers in, coating them. I bet you taste so good, so sweet. After I make you cum I’m gonna lick my fingers clean.” 

His words, so dirty, spoken in his raspy sweet voice, pull you in even farther and your hips begin to match his rhythm. He lets you fuck yourself onto his fingers and curls them even tighter, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Wish I could feel you with my cock. I bet you would feel so good, so fucking tight. I’m so fucking hard right now, just watching you take it, hearing you moan and whine just because of my fingers. I could make you fall apart even faster with my cock, wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Please” you whine out, now desperate to feel him fill you, stretch you out even more.

“Please what love? Need to hear you say it.”

“Please Jakey, your cock, I want it.” He thinks he's hidden it well but you hear his breath softly catch in his throat. Hearing you beg for his cock is the hottest thing he could hear, and he wants it, badly.

“No. You’re gonna cum on my fingers.”

“I’m so close, Jake. Please, make me cum.”

He leans forward and kisses you. The softness of his lips is intoxicating. He slips his tongue past your lips and you hum around him. You reach your hand up to stroke through his soft hair, slightly pulling at the root. He pulls away and stares at you, so close to your face that you can feel the warmth.

And then he stops his movements all together, pulling his hand out and setting back the tension he's been building up.

“What the fuck Jake, put them back.” Your hips search for him but are met with nothing.

“You like the way my fingers feel right?” He asks as he pushes them back into you, much too slowly.

“Yes, fuck, just keep going.”

“And you like it when I use both my hands?” 

“Yes, feels so fucking good.”

“God, you sound so needy. So desperate for me to make you cum, so impatient. You know I'll get you there, just relax.” He cups his other hand around your clit, just holding it there and you push your hips up to meet him, slowly grinding against his hand as he continues to fuck his fingers into you. 

“Wish I could see your pretty tits love. I wanna feel them. I wanna feel you everywhere, touch you everywhere, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yeah, feel them.” You say lifting up your shirt for him.

“Fuck… you’re so gorgeous, so fucking perfect. But there’s only one problem, love. I’ve only got two hands. And they are both busy. But how good would it feel for me to touch you there.”

This fucker. I know what he’s doing. But it's working.

He leans his mouth down to draw your nipple into his mouth, he rolls his tongue over it as you press your body into his mouth.

He pulls away all too soon, moving back to whisper into your ear. “That felt good right?” 

“Yes.” You huff out impatiently.

“Close your eyes for a moment. Think about me fucking you, how good it feels, how perfectly I fill you up.”

You do as you're told and close your eyes. You imagine him fucking you, snapping his hips into you harder and harder with every thrust, similar to his hands but unmatched. Your back arches off the bed and a whimper falls off your tongue.

“Good girl. Now think about when I eat your pussy. How soft my tongue is, how hard you cum every single time. I love nothing more baby, you’re my favorite thing to eat. But you can’t have both of those at the same time right?” 

You shake your head. The thought of feeling a mouth on your cunt while being fucked is so obscene but you can’t get it out of your head. You want that, you need that.

You’re so close and he’s holding you on the edge You want badly to slip away, and cum all over his fingers but he’s going just slow enough so you listen to his every word. You hate that he’s making sense, you hate that maybe he’s right but fuck it feels so good and the ideas he’s planting in your head are pulling you further along.

“You know I would give you anything, in a second. You’re the only one for me, forever, I only want you baby. But I want to give you more. Give you things I can’t really give you. But somebody else could. How would you like to feel my cock and someone else's tongue? Maybe not as good as mine but fuck wouldn’t that feel just sooo good.”

He’s practically moaning into your ear and the sound of his voice is so sweet, with the visuals being so dirty. 

“Would you like that baby? Feeling my cock fucking into you while getting your pussy sucked? Wouldn't that feel good?”

“Fuck yes! Yes!” His foul words, the forbidden desire he's planted in your head pulls you over the edge and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Your whole body shakes as he continues to pump in and out of you. You’re soaking his hand and the sheets in the process, but it doesn’t matter because all you feel is the pure pleasure that seems never ending. You can’t help the sounds that escape you as he pulls you further under. A mix of his name and other curses fall from your lips until they turn into soft whimpers as he slows his movements bringing you back down to earth.

With his fingers still inside you, he kisses along the length of your neck before speaking into your ear. 

“I love you. Only you. Forever. Nobody else. Just you, don’t you ever think otherwise. I want you to feel good baby, that’s all I ever want. I wanna have fun with you, alright?”

You nod and stare into his eyes longingly, they're so perfect, and you love them so much. Your heart swells as his words. How could you even think he would want someone else? Love someone else the way he loves you? What you guys have is magic, and you both know it.

He slowly removes his fingers, bringing them to his lips just like he promised. His tongue laps over them, licking them clean as he closes his eyes and hums around them.

The sight is so sinful, but so perfect. 

“There would have to be rules.” His face softens at your request. He’s won you over to his side.

“So many rules.” He kisses you softly. 

“I don’t want you to fuck her, thats only for me.” He nods his head in agreement.

“Of course. I don’t want that either, I only want your pussy, she’s mine.”

You smile at his confession. Maybe this could be fun. You’re shocking yourself with the ideas running through your head, but it's hot.

He pulls you into him so that you’re pressed against this chest. He strokes his hand over your hair and kisses your forehead.

“I get to pick who it is. And I don’t want you to eat her out.” You think for a moment. “You can touch her and she can touch you but I wanna be the one to make you cum. Okay?”

He nods his head.

“What about you, what are you gonna do?” He questions.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been with a girl.. I guess I could try… I've never… I’ve never eaten pussy before but it sounds kinda…” Your voice lowers, shyness suddenly overtakes you but you manage to finish your sentence; “… hot.”

He smiles at you with so much pride and his cock hardens even further against your stomach.

“Fuck, that might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said. Now I can’t get that image out of my head. You with your pretty mouth between some girl's thighs. Me behind you fucking you while you fuck her with your tongue… fuck.” 

You giggle at his words, starting to really picture it yourself too. 

After a couple minutes of quietly laying with each other, he picks you up and carries you into your bedroom with promises of talking more tomorrow.

That night you fall asleep tangled in each other's arms, minds racing with endless possibilities. 

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Secret Fantasy 2

#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fic #smut