#i know i said mutuals only and this is an anon but listen. i know a mutual when i see one. and this is a mutual.

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Hihi can you please do a Luke x reader where it’s basically an unrequited love like reader is so in love with Luke and he has no idea so she moves on and years later she’s over him and confesses to him like a oh I thought you should know and the whole time Luke had been in love with her, kinda base it off that one TikTok audio where it’s like “I’m not in love with you anymore” “I never knew you were” 🩷🩷

OHH YOURE FEEDING MY ANGST BRAIN WITH THIS ONE. buckle up lets break some hearts

edit: this ended up being WAY sadder than i originally intended. i am so sorry anon oh my god

i gave you a rare gift (but you didn't want it) — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

content: angst, major character/reader death, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader is part of kronos' army, luke and reader are doomed by the narrative, [Y/N] used (sparingly), alcohol mention, description of injury

listening to: bloodfest (from mizumono) by brian reitzell

You are twenty-two years old, sitting on the rocky beach of a lake somewhere in the forests of upstate New York. Light, gentle fog hangs in the air around you, and the only sound is the tap-tap-tap of Luke skipping rocks across the water.

Come dawn, the world will burn. The gods will be dethroned. Every demigod will either be free, or dead.

But now, at midnight, you are twenty-three and Luke turns to you. He's holding a small, squashed cupcake in one hand. "Happy birthday," he says, "to my right-hand man." He pauses. "Woman. Right-hand woman."

He holds the pastry out to you and smiles, but something behind his eyes is empty. Hollow. He hadn't been sleeping recently. As much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't stop you from seeing when he came to you every morning for a cup of coffee and to debrief for the day.

Perks of being the revolution leader's best friend, you think. His right-hand woman.

Luke's eyes flick from the cake to your face. "Do you like it?" He asks, and for a split second, you swear there's a note of hope in his voice. "I wanted to do something, y'know," he says. "Twenty-three is huge. It's a monumental age."

You nod, but stay quiet.

He pauses for a second. "You remember how you always said you wished you never had a birthday?"

When you were twelve, nearly thirteen, your mother drove you across the country to go to summer camp.

"It'll be like a road trip," she said, tossing your duffel bag into the back seat of her battered car. "And then, hey, you'll only stay at camp until the end of August, and then you can come back and go to school. See all your friends again." She squeezed your shoulder and pushed the car door closed. "How about that?"

"Sure," you said. "Super fun."

And it was; you were actually kind of excited. You'd never been to New York. It seemed a million universes away.

And it was your birthday tomorrow. Maybe this was a gift, something that your mother had put together to make up for the years of being too tired and too drunk to make a cake, or get presents, or anything.

Your mother put her hands on her hips and sighed. "You know how I feel about the attitude, yeah? Let's not do this today."

"I wasn't even trying to—" You cut off as your mother glared at you, her face tense. You knew that look: the biting-the-inside-of-her-cheek, trying-to-be-understanding, trying-to-be-a-good-mom-despite-it-all look.

You hated that look.

"Just..." She sighed. "Just get in the damn car, [Y/N]."

You did, fighting back the tears building in the corners of your eyes, and the slam of the car door closing was as loud as thunder.

Twenty silent minutes of city streets and highway merge ramps and cold, empty stretches of asphalt and concrete passed before either of you spoke.

"Mom," you said, thirty-three seconds into minute twenty-one, "I'm sorry for talking back earlier." Your voice was quiet, shaking, cupped in your throat like a scared animal.

She didn't answer, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.

"I don't like being like this, Mom," you said, looking over at her. The silhouette of her through the driver's side window, backlit by the streetlights, was shapeless. Impassive. "I don't like doing this with you all the time."

She scoffed.

You pulled your legs to your chest, tucking your head between your knees, and tried to find sleep.

You weren't sure how long you slept, but you woke up to the sound of music playing softly over the speakers. Exit signs whizzed past you at what felt like breakneck speed. You wondered, briefly, if you would break your neck if you jumped out of the car right now.

Ultimately you decided against it. You didn't want your mother's last words to you to be, get in the damn car.

That would make her feel guilty, you thought, and that guilt would make her hate me even more.

"I don't wanna fight," you tried instead, picking at a loose thread in the cuff of your jacket sleeve. "Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore," you said. A sob caught in your throat, heavy and wet and choking.

Your mother sighed and reached one hand from the wheel to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I know you don't, sweetie," she said. "I don't want to be mad at you either."

"Then why do you do it," you asked.

When she turned to look at you, her eyes were wet. She smiled, or tried to. "Sometimes, certain people just…can't help but fight," she said. "It's just part of who we are, I think."

"Did you fight with Dad?"

Your mother inhaled, quick and sharp through her nose, as she flicked the turn signal to right and guided the car down the exit ramp from the highway, her eyes locked ahead. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes. Sometimes I think that's where we get it."

You swallowed. "Do you ever miss him?"

She doesn't peel her gaze away from the road. "Every day."

The two of you made your way through bustling streets and across too many bridges to count. You thought you fell asleep again, for a minute or maybe a year. Maybe it was all a dream.

"Mom," you asked as she turned onto a worn dirt road, the sunrise barely stretching over the horizon, "why are you bringing me here?"

She didn't answer for a moment. Two moments, then three. Through the leaves, you saw one tree standing impossibly tall. A pine tree.

Your mother parked the car and turned to you. "Because I don't know what to do with you, [Y/N]," she said. "I don't know how I can keep you," she paused, "safe. How I could do this, on my own, in any normal way."

She got out of the car and grabbed your bag, shoving it against your chest. "Camp is just up that hill there," she said, gesturing in the direction of the large tree you'd seen earlier. "They’ve got people up there waiting for you."

"Mom," you said. "Wait, I—I wanted to talk to you—"

She shook her head. "I can't come with you, sweetie." She smiled, the curve of her mouth falling just short of her eyes. "You just remember that I love you, okay?"

At that moment, you knew: she was going to leave you here.

“No,” you said, tears rolling down your face. “No, no—Mom. Mom, please.”

“Before you go,” she said, her voice tight and sharp, “I wanted to give you this.” She reached into the back seat and pulled out a jacket, worn leather with patched elbows. “It was mine in college,” she explained, not meeting your eyes. Like she was reading from a play or book, and you were the unfortunate audience. “I figure, it doesn’t fit me anymore.” 

She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

It was the first time you had ever felt like your mother loved you. You knew she liked you, sometimes. But you were never quite sure if she loved you until that moment. 

And then she got back into the car with one final, teary nod. 

And you never saw her again.

“Yeah,” you tell Luke, shrugging. “I think I’ve got a pretty good reason, though.” Your lips curve into a smile.

He laughs and tilts his head. It’s a habit of his; he’ll say something and twist his neck just a fraction, narrow his eyes. A nervous tic that not even years of training and fighting and killing could stamp out.

You used to think about kissing his neck when he did it, but now you’re not sure whether you would know the difference between kissing and ripping his throat out. 

“True,” Luke concedes. You laugh, too, unrestrained and loud. “Gods, your sense of humor is dark.”

“You laughed first,” you remind him. He grins.

The cupcake he offers you, despite its lumps and smears of frosting, is pretty good. You split it apart with careful fingers and hand half of it back to him.

“You’re celebrating with me,” you laugh, “so you get half. That’s the rule.”

Luke simply smiles at you and takes the crumbling cake from your hand. “Whatever you say.”

You roll your eyes, grinning back. “Damn right.”

Luke’s laugh rings out again, sharp and bright against the night sky. Firelight flickers across his face, painting him in brilliant streaks of orange and gold. 

“After tomorrow,” Luke murmurs, pulling his knees up to his chest, “we can do this whenever we want.” The wind ruffles his hair almost fondly, floppy brown curls stirring and settling back against his skull.

You raise an eyebrow. “This?”

He gestures in a wide arc. “Be here, like this. Just be people, instead of demigods or heroes or revolutionaries.” Luke’s voice picks up, conviction surging into his words. “I mean, seriously—when was the last time you thought you would ever have a normal life?”

You’d never understood the demigods who joined Luke’s cause without knowing him. The plan itself seemed crazy—the only way anyone would follow it was if they knew their leader could pull it off. 

You have to know Luke to know he was capable of that, you think.

Until now. Now, you see what you think everyone else sees—a real leader, a revolutionary. A force for change with a silver tongue.

He makes it all seem so possible. You almost think he might pull it off.

Luke looks over to you. “We’re going to change everything,” he says. 

Almost.

“We’re going to change the rules,” Luke said, spreading the map over an empty cot in his cabin. “If we want to win, we need to be thinking six steps ahead of the enemy.”

A few of the campers huddled around the makeshift table shuffled and coughed awkwardly. 

“Every strategy’s been done before,” a tall girl with bubblegum-pink hair and an eyebrow piercing shouted from the back of the group. “How are we going to out-war the god of war’s kids?” 

Murmurs rushed around the table, soft and susurrant. There’s no way we’re going anywhere here. We’ve gotten our asses beat six weeks in a row. What are we even doing?

Luke smiled. “Ares is the god of war,” he said, “not strategy.” He slung his arm around one of the campers next to him and inclined his head in the direction of the map.

Quietly, almost too quiet for you to hear, he murmured into the girl’s ear. “Don’t doubt yourself, Bethy,” he whispered.

You learned three things in the ten minutes that she spent explaining your team’s new strategy—

—one, your team was going to kick some major ass—

—two, your strategist’s name was Annabeth Chase, and she was the smartest eight-year-old you have ever met—

—and three, Luke was right.

Annabeth’s plan took the rules of Capture the Flag and threw them out the window. She split the team into four subgroups, each with a delegated leader. Luke nodded along as she talked, marking the map with a stubby pencil. 

When Annabeth’s eyes, dark and piercing, searched the crowd and landed on you, you felt your heart stop.

“You,” she said, “are you good with a sword?”

You raised your eyebrow, pointing to yourself—just to confirm this genius child was speaking to you—and Annabeth nodded. 

“I guess?” You said, shrugging. “I know some basic stuff, and I’m good at disarming.”

Annabeth’s face broke into a smile. “Work with Luke on the first wave of offense.” She gestured to the map. “You two will take points B and B-one,” she explained. “My group will take the A-points. You wait for our signal to move in.”

You met Luke’s eyes across the table. Hey, you mouthed. 

His eyes flicked up and down your form. Hey, he mouthed back. You ready to win?

You smiled and nodded.

Good, Luke said, all teeth. Let’s go.

He stood and grabbed his helmet. You did the same.

“I’m [Y/N],” you said as you followed Luke through the forest. “We, uh—we met when I first got here, like, a year ago.” I was sobbing my eyes out because my mother abandoned me, you didn’t add. It was kind of pathetic. I think I threw up from crying so hard.

You suddenly hoped Luke didn’t remember meeting you, actually. That would be less embarrassing.

He turned and caught your eye. “You live in the same cabin as me. ‘Course I know you.” 

Of course he remembers.

You laughed, flushing red. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

The silence was so thick, you could have cut it with the sleek bronze of your sword.

In the end, it was Luke who broke the silence. “You wanna play a game while we wait out here?”

You shrugged. “Sure,” you said. 

“Twenty questions,” Luke replied. “So we can learn enough about each other to actually work together.” He smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Low-hanging fruit,” you said, your voice just barely taking on a teasing tone. “It’s green.” 

Luke laughed, loud and full and bright. “Apologies,” he said; mirth crept into his words, staining everything with a tinge of that laughter. “I’ll go for the more gut-wrenching, intimate questions next time.”

You flushed red again. Intimate questions. What the hell does he mean by that?

“My turn,” you said instead. “What do you want to be when you get older?”

“We’ll be heroes,” Luke whispers. “Real heroes. Not figureheads propped up by the gods.”

You wish you could believe him. He’s lying on the beach next to you, his head resting in the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Over the treetops, the stars are beginning to fade from the sky.

It’s almost time.

Your throat feels like someone has sanded it down to expose your vocal cords. This is a bad idea, you want to say. We shouldn’t do this. Tell me we can still not do this. 

“Wanna play twenty questions?” You say, crackling and hoarse.

Luke turns to look at you. “Yeah,” he murmurs. 

“My turn first,” you whisper. Luke nods.

You take a deep breath, in and out. “Are we going to die doing this?”

Luke inhales sharply. “Maybe,” he says. Slowly. Deliberately. “But we’ll do everything we can to make sure we don’t.”

“I got another question,” you say. Luke raises an eyebrow. His knuckles brush yours as you sit up.

“Are you scared?”

It’s your birthday. 

You think you’re going to die. 

Luke is kneeling over you, the palm of his hand pressed against the wet opening in your stomach where someone had caught you with a spear. The shaft of it is still sticking out of you, you think. You’re afraid to look down, afraid to see it. 

“No,” Luke gasps, “no, no, no.”

You watch as the gold fades from his eye, leaving behind the honey-dark brown you remember. His hands are slick with blood—most of it’s probably yours, it has to be yours. You’re bleeding out, after all. 

You tug on Luke’s sleeve weakly. “Hey,” you breathe. “Luke. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“No,” he says. “You’re—you’re hurt.”

“I know,” you rasp. “I know it hurts. I’m the one—” 

You break off as a cough sticks in your throat. It feels wet. Oily. Desperate to get out. You taste the blood in the back of your throat before you can even take another breath.

“—I’m the one who’s feeling it,” you finish, your voice tilting up at the end. A joke. Gods, your sense of humor is dark.

Luke laughs weakly. “Don’t talk,” he says. “You’re gonna be just fine, [Y/N], just fine.”

He meets your eyes. You see him realize it in slow motion.

Tell him. Tell him now. He’s never going to know otherwise—he could die any minute—

“Luke,” you murmur. “Luke, did you know I loved you?”

He freezes. “What?”

You cough again. Blood spills over your lips. “I loved you,” you repeat. “Since we were campers. Had the…the biggest, stupidest crush on you.”

Luke shakes his head. “No, no,” he says. “You—”

“You’re my best friend,” you continue. “Whatever feelings were there, you’re my best friend.”

Luke’s palm against your stomach is warm. It feels safe. It feels like sleeping side-by-side in the cabin, like shared meals and shared secrets. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Luke says, “why are you—why?”

You blink, just once, but it takes everything you have to open your eyes again after closing them. “Because I’m going to die,” you whisper. “And even if—even though I moved on, I wanted you to…to know.”

Luke bows over your body, pressing his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his cheeks and fall onto yours, driving little rivers through the blood smeared there.

He’s crying. Why is he—

“You idiot,” Luke says brokenly. “I loved you too. I loved you too.” He cradles your head in his lap, brushing your hair away from your face. “[Y/N], I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes slip shut.

I loved you too, Luke’s voice echoes. I loved you too.

#— ash's writing #pjo x reader #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #reader insert #y/n #pjo imagine #ok now we get into the warning tags #graphic depictions of injury #major character death #major character injury #reader death #alcohol mention #doomed by the narrative #genuinely im so sorry i really ran wild with this one good god #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fanfic #— ash’s answering!

[lutewife]

Ok so request thing it can be headcannons or one shot I don't really mind and feel free to ignore this up to you!

Husk x reader where the reader works at the bar with him

gn!reader, bartender!reader, fluff, mutual pining, talkative!reader, old people in love

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk, obviously. Otherwise pure fluff.

Notes: Of course I can do it, anon! You're so polite, thank you for your consideration 🫶 I didn't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so I did romantic, since I love romance and unfortunately couldn't manage to do a Valentines special :( I added a few things, like reader characterisation, cause the request was kinda short and brief, I hope it's not a problem! And since you were nice I did both headcanons and a one-shot!

You and Husk worked together at the bar for a long time.

Or should I say, you were forced to, since you both made a deal with Alastor.

Including you, Husk and Niffty in his shenanigans was a norm, cause it's not like you could say no. What's worse was he took a bit of a liking for the three of you (maybe because of sheer amusement).

At some point, you just accepted your fate and rolled with it, trying to have fun while doing so.

Unlike Husk. He was a born pessimist and being happy was not something he was especially good at. Though with you, he seemed a bit more playful and sarcastic.

Mimzy often made fun of you two, because of your very different attitudes, but also similarities, like your love for alcohol (or rather drinking away your sorrows).

Every single resident of Hazbin Hotel (Alastor's new "investment") thought you were basically made for eachother, since you were perfectly making up for each others flaws.

Husk was more of a listener and you were more of a talker. When there weren't any customers to serve, he just listened to your yapping for hours, never getting bored.

When there was a customer though, they were certainly going to have fun talking to you. It was never boring when you were around. Husk's quiet presence was needed too, especially when someone just needed to vent.

What made you different from yourself as banterders, was your way of preparing drinks.

He focused more on the taste and if the liquor was strong or light enough for the person he was serving it for and you focused more on the presentation and the way of making the drink. You always had some tricks up your sleeve and amazed everyone.

If you fucked up with your little show, though, Husk always cleaned up after you, without saying a word.

After a long day, he often poured you two a drink. You sat on the other side of the counter in silence, enjoying each others presence. You didn't even need to tell him what you wanted. At this point, he just knew.

Husk also knew that he could trust you, mutually. Not only with making a nice drink, but also in everything else.

He and you knew one another's weaknesses, secrets and past, but there was a silent understanding between you, that when something like that was said, it was never mentioned again.

Past was in the past, the present is happening now. It was something you both agreed on.

Although what you haven't admitted to eachother, was that for decades you have been hiding a massive crush on one another.

Someone once said that opposites attract. Well, it was certainly the case for you two.

At first almost everyone thought you were dating. Your feelings are so obvious.

But not for you two...

It was the time of closing again.

You were spread out on the counter and tired as fuck. Your constant tricks and talkative behaviour were sometimes exhausting you a little too much. Husk knew it, that's why he didn't really feel the need to ask. He just quietly accepted your difference and tried to cheer you up, in his own way.

As a muffled groan of tiredness escaped your lips, you suddenly felt something cold against your forehead. Groggily opening your eyes, a sight of Husk holding two glasses of pure vodka was seen.

- Good work today, kid - he just said plainly, holding out one of them to you.

You didn't know why, but the bartender really liked to call you "kid", although you weren't that much younger than him. Well, you didn't exactly mind, since it made you feel young again. You just rolled your eyes at his weirdness, smiling a little and gladly took the drink.

- Thanks, old man. What would I do without you? - you played along and Husk smirked at the hint of sarcasm in your voice.

Then he looked down at the counter with a thoughtful look. You raised your eyebrow at that.

- You're thinking of something dumb again, aren't you?

The bartender just shrugged, not seeming to care about your opinion and proceeded to lift himself up on it.

- Oh, for fucks sake, I knew it - you shook your head, pretending to be irritated and moved away to give him space.

With a grunt, he managed to sit down on it. You fought the urge to clap for his achievement. But just as he took a sip of his vodka and was about to jump down, a loud groan escaped his lips.

"Oho. It's starting." You just thought to yourself, snorting.

The, as you stated correctly before, old man laid down on the counter, still holding the vodka, seemingly in pain.

A loud "UGH!" escaped his lips and you tried to hold back your laughter.

After some time of trying not to choke on your drink, you finally asked:

- You done?

- Yeah, I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you for fucking asking - he just stated with his usual low voice, looking at you and pretending to be hurt by your lack of worry.

Typical Husk. Always trying a little too much to cheer you up, even at his expense. It was the usual.

But the thing is, he wouldn't act like that for just anyone. You knew. Yet, you still doubted.

Was it from your natural closeness? You've worked with him for years, always having a good relationship.

You were... Friends.

He had other friends too, but he wouldn't act that... Soft and playful with them. This... Touchy.

So the question is: did he want more?

Did you want more?

You shoke off the thoughts, realising you definitely got lost in them for much longer than expected. Your lips were hurting from nibbling on the glass too much.

Husk, who was still laying on the counter, although a little closer to you at this point, seemed worried about your behaviour.

- Huh. That bad? - he asked rhetorically, partially to you and to himself.

- No, it's... I've been just thinking... - you looked away, giving him a vague answer, so not fitting for you.

Usually, you would just help him get up, still smiling and in a better mood. Both your hand and his paw in direct contact, you would feel his soft fur... Sometimes he pulled you down with him on purpose, summing it up with an unapologetic "Whoops".

Maybe you just didn't experience physical touch for too long, but it made you feel...

Just like a teenager again.

Like you were still a human child, experiencing their first crush. The butterflies in your stomach, your soft, flustered smile; it hasn't changed. Maybe you lived your life once and fucked up. But these little moments after working your ass off and then being cheered up by someone you were truly content with, it was priceless.

It is pretty corny, isn't it?

Demon feeling like they still have a heart of a human or maybe some parts of it.

Well, it was certainly strange, but it felt good.

That good, in fact, that you needed to express it.

Without a second thought you leaned down, looking Husk in the eyes. He raised his brow, the worried expression dissapearing. Maybe you would just smile and play it off like a joke, like you always did?

But you didn't.

You didn't even talk. Your actions spoke.

- What're you... - Husk felt conflicted and suspicious of your silence, but he couldn't finish his thought.

Your hand was drawn to the bartender's cheek and your lips pecked his forehead. It was quick and almost felt like nothing. There was a small chance he wouldn't even notice it.

But he did.

When it came to you, he felt everything. Even the lightest touch, the softest smile.

But just as he was about to say something, you stood up, stretching, as if nothing had happened.

- Oh my. Look at the time. We sure did outdid ourselves. Hell of an alcohol break - you snorted at your little joke and just as you were to flee, as you always did, a hand grabbed you from behind.

It was Husk, standing. Huh. So he could get up by himself afterall.

- You must be shitting me. The night is still young, kid. - his unreadable expression quickly curled up into a smile - Care for another drink?

End notes: Hope you enjoyed this lil' thingy, anon! And I hope I did it right, since I haven't been writing Husk much. Old people in love is my favourite type of romance ever, so I needed to include it somehow hahaha If you wanted something else, please request again when the requests open, I will gladly oblige! Until next time. Stay tuned!

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #fluff #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel fluff #mutual pinning

[bunnybunbun0]

Can you please write a Michael smut where he takes readers virginity with a lot of praise or mutual masterbation please plz

TO DE-STRESS A FRIEND

Anon,that ask rocked my shit! and lucky you i love writing about virginity loss! hope you like it! <3

Summary: Living the life of a young adult was stressing you out,you needed your best friend Mike to help you relax

Warnings: Smut , minors DNI,unprotected sex,fingering,virginity loss,mutual masturbation,afab!reader,let me know if i forget any.

You are responsible for your media comsumption.

You swear that one of these days you will make it to the front page of the news,the headboard will say "local college girl goes insane".

The stress were just over the board for you,the pressure at college,maintaining a minimun wage job to pay rent of the cubicle appartment you called a home. You needed to relax. So you just did the best thing you thought off.

"Hey,i picked up pizza!" Mike greeted at the door with a smile as you let him in.

Mike has always been your best friend,he was the only one that would be kind to you when you had to change schools for junior year,and youve been inseparable since,it was weird to see one without the other,and all you needed to calm yourself down were your best friend.

"Thank god you´re here! i think i´m gonna explode!."

You sank yourself on your old couch on the small living room sighing deeply,hearing Mike´s chuckle from the kitchen as he fetched you both plates for the cheesy delight.

"Relax,two more years and youll have your degree." He smiled at you with those sweet brown puppy eyes that could easily melt your heart.

You´ve been into Mike since the first homecoming you two attended together,its been you two in all events since,graduations,proms,homecomings,halloween parties,always matching outfits and always glued to one another.

As just friends of course! It´d be way too awkward to ruin the best friendship you ever had,but the caring way mike always made those nights special for you,even tho he thinks they´re lame,he always proteced you from creepy guys and mean girls at school,he listened to you ramble about your interests,he made you feel confortable and safe,and happy...

...but just as friends of course!

"Ugh,all that suffering for a lousy piece of paper!" You reflect while getting your plate of pizza (your favourite flavour of course,mike always remembered which one it is) "Just pop in the movie already!"

You took a bite of your dinner and watched as mike popped the cd on,then sitting by your side while the movie started.It wasnt a very interesting one but it was good enough to keep you both entertained. Your leg lazily hung on top of michaels and the mood was peaceful,until it wasnt.

You knew this movie were r-rated,but you didnt expect to see that,that one hot actor that been distracting you the whole movie is the one getting it on in the scene,you squirm a little,wishing you could excuse yourself to your room and let your toy do the job of settling the throb between your legs.

Mike´s eyes on you were´nt helping said throb either,you knew he could tell what happened and weirdly enough the shame of it was thrilling you more.

"You okay?" He asked suspiciouly

"Huh? Uhm,sure...." Making eye contact with him while the moans kept going on the background proved to be a hard task.

"Really? You seem...agitated" To say that was an understatement,your thoughts of mike were running wild,to the point where you could feel your underwear cling to your soaked heat.

"I´m...uhm...i am...." Mike´s sincere concern about your well being and how sweet he was about it were thriling you on even more,to the point where you couldnt muster up any words.

"I get it,you´re into that short guy on the screen" He said jealously "The scene clearly messed you,its okay if you need to...yknow...reliev yourself"

You were mortified by his words,but something about the thrill of being watched by michael´s sweet puppy eyes were making your fire burn higher.

Without taking your eyes from his and unsure of how he´d react,you slowly slid your hand into the hem of your pyjama bottoms,his lustful eyes following every movement of yours carefully,his breathing getting heavier by the moment.

"Fuck..." He whispered when you let out a low whimper as your cold finger finally found your needy clit.

You kept on staring at each othe while you pleasured yourself and after a few minutes the tent on his pants were hard to miss,and the way his hands tended to it were even harder to miss.

The movie behind you were long forgotten,the gasps and whimpers of you both were drowning the small space,eyes glued on one another and hands unable to stop pleasuring yourselfs.

"God,i cant wait any longer!" Mike pulled you suddenly on his lap kissing you deeply and passionately,swallowing your whimpers as you grinded on his lap,frenetic hands locked on the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head.

Your eyes lock on his shirtless figure and his hands caressed your waist below your shirt,goosebumps coming from your back. His hot lips went down with open mouthed kisses on your neck,a satisfied grin on his face as he took off your pyjama shirt and met your braless torso.

"Youre gonna be the death of me..." He huffed out in a breath.

You could´nt even think about responding before you felt his hot tongue on your nipple,he sucked on your breasts like his life depended on it,erupting multiples whines from you,the fire getting higher and higher between the both of you.

You snapped back to reality once you felt his hand grip your thigh strongly,inching closer and closer to where you were soaked for him.

"Mike wait!" You breathed out and he immediately stopped his ministrations,staring at you wide eyed.

"I´m so sorry,the sounds you were making,i thought you were liking it" his voice leaked of honesty.

"I´ts not that mikey,it feels great im just...i...never did this..."

"Oh,youre..."

"A virgin,yes,pathetic i know" The weight of being a twenty two year old vigin sank on you after that.

"Hey hey its fine!" He cupped your face gently and looked into your eyes,so tenderly you nearly forgot you were both half naked. "It´s all right...you should have told me sooner...if you wanna move on with it,i wanna make it special for you,like you deserve" He strokes your cheecks lovingly and you dont even need to think twice.

You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him closer kissing him with all the need in your heart.

"Please michael...make me yours"

He got up with you on his lap bringing you into your bedroom laying you gently on your bed,slowly peeling you off your shorts,you were only in your underwear now,laying in bed in front of your best friend.

"You look beautiful."

He dives into another deep kiss sliding his hands closer to where you need him the most.

"May i?" He asks teasing your hips with the elastic of your panties,you nod giving him acces to your whole body.

He slides a first finger into you with ease,revelling at the sweet moan you let out.

"Fuck baby you´re so wet"

Baby. You liked being called that,specially when mike did it. His kisses were growing desperate and erratic,just as the pace of his now two figers inside you.

"Mike,please,stop" You mutter almost out of breath opening your eyes and seeing his worried expression "Wanna cum on your cock,please."

Michael´s painfully hard cock nearly busted hearing those words come out of you,how could he deny anything you asked for? He was always putty to your wishes.

his hands quickly fumbled with the fly of his pants,making you giggle at his eagerness to get undressed,when he finally did your laugh got stifled at the sight.

His big red angry cock sprung free hitting him back in his abdomen,there was no way in hell that could fit inside your tiny virgin hole,he could see the worry in your eyes clear as day.

"Relax,ill be gentle..."

He kissed you again removing your panties now leaving you bare for him,the sight itself of you naked and wet for him,with that adorable blush on your face was driving him nuts. He drew his body closer to yours until his tip was teasing your entrance.

"You ready baby?" He asked,you nodded,and his fat tip was inside you.

You both gasped in unission at the feeling,his hands holding yours giving it a slight grip,signaling he was gonna push more in. The moan you let out were other wordly,busting his usually low ego and egging him on pleasuring you.

"Fuck baby youre so tight" With a final push and a guttural groan he was fully inside you.

The disconfort and euphoria were fighting to see who would take place on your expressions. Mike gave you a few minutes until you got used to the feeling of his shaft deflowering you,the pain turned into needines at any growing second,until it was unberable for you to have him inside you and not moving.

"Mike please,i need you to move" Your wish was his command.

He thrusted in you slow and deep,every time he bottomed himself you let out a moan,and each time you moaned he moved faster,making you moan more. It was a vicious cycle and before you could even register he was fucking you senseless.

You were flirting with your orgasm,only needing that one final push to send you over the edge.

"Mike,fuck,i´m so close" you whined out,only needing his sweet final push.

"Come on baby,be good and cum for me,feel good for me."

You couldn´t hold it at his praise,moaning his name loudly followed by a string of profanities. He was hypnotized by the sight of your orgasm,seeing you trash and moan underneath him,his hips moving on his own as you ride your high.

"Oh,fuck baby,watch me cum so good for you"

He pulled it out jerking off quickly on top of you painting your pretty tits white his seed before collapsing tired on top of you.

"So..." He rolls to your side holding your hand and laying close to you "Did you liked it? Are you okay?" You chuckled at the shift in his personality.

"It was amazing..." Your voice was hoarse from all the moaning "My legs will definetely be sore by the morning and i have class tomorrow" You laugh a little

"You can afford to miss class one day,you need to de-stress" He kissed your temple as you both drifted into a peaceful post sex sleep.

I guess yiu were more relaxed after all...

Gosh,i suck at endings and i´m writing this at four AM so i hope it doesnt suck!

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Soft To The Core

König x M!Reader

Last Edited: 03/01/23

TW: death mentioned

AO3 LINK -> HERE

anon: 4 with König and he/him male reader. That is all <- frothing at the mouth but being SO COOL about it (4. accidental touching!!!!)

Word Count: 767

Notes: hey again bestie… i see u. i have our dms about the man n u frothing btw. Also. ik absolutely nothing about guns n stuff so uh. oop ig… also. i made the reader like. kinda techy n speak some russian? i was listening 2 gore by graveyardguy as i wrote this just so u know. Didn’t influence much of the thing but the title is definitely from the song.

You hum as you clean your sniper rifle; the disassembled piece of metal all over your lap. Usually, you would be around a table or even in your own assigned room. However, today they had a mandatory room check. While you didn’t mind it, having all the tables and sitting areas taken out in the cafeteria as well as the shooting range didn’t help. This leads to you sitting underneath a small pine. It’s fairly young, being only large enough to cast enough of a shadow to give you cover from the sun.

While you don’t mind cleaning your gun, making sure your laptop was in better shape or needed to be put back together was more interesting. While you’ve done it a hundred times before, for you, it never got old. You enjoyed taking apart the electronic gadgets and putting them back together. Seeing how they work and even improving them intrigued you more than going out on the field and sending bullets people’s way to splatter their blood everywhere. The missions they assign you in KorTac have been nothing but boring or a pain. You’ve never actually trained for this part or even with the rifle at all. You are more of someone who hacks cameras, reads coding to try and find anything that could give enemies away, and even disarm some bombs via the tech you have on hand during said times.

Now, while it’s not something you prefer doing, you can’t help but enjoy at least one of your members. König, or King as many call him, is your favourite man. Despite his awkward social interactions, he’s never been particularly rude to you. Nor has the giant Austrian ever tried to get on your nerves. He keeps to himself mostly, leading to you having to seek him out if you want company. Sometimes he’s out and about, though he’s either alone or towering over the other soldiers.

Of course, that doesn't mean he’s not deadly. You’ve seen him out on the field. He’s truly a rampaging beast. He picks up enemy soldiers and cracks their backs over his knee. He’ll gun them down or snipe them, giving a laugh or giggle. He’ll yell out in a happy tone “I have some cash!” whenever he gets his hands on even a single coin. He’s wilder and more brutal. And you couldn’t help but notice. However, despite noticing it, you didn’t treat the man any differently.

A large pair of military-issued boots appear in front of your crisscrossed legs. Looking up, you see the man you’ve been thinking of as you cleaned the barrel of your gun. “Ah. König,” You say, giving him a small smile. “Привет! How has my favourite man been?” König’s hands are loosely holding each other, nearly touching his stomach with his chosen position.

“Ah… Ich meine, es lief gut…” He says, looking uncomfortable standing there. You gesture to the ground next to you, letting him know that he can sit beside you. With confirmation now obtained, König lets himself fall into a seated position right next to you. He ends up knocking his knee into your thigh; you wince at the sharp pain but laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry..! I did not mean to hit you. Bitte vergib mir!” The large man starts to apologize immediately, already beating himself up over the accidental touch. You wave him off, trying to make your smile softer to try and reassure the Austrian.

“ нет, нет! Все хорошо, ты в порядке!” Your words seem to calm him down a bit, despite him not exactly understanding your words. “Besides, König, I say you’re sharp as a knife but Soft To The Core.” You’re not sure why, but the words felt right to say.

“Ja? Well… They do say beauty is on the inside, Freund,” He tells you; a nearly inaudible chuckle escapes him. You feel another smile pull at your lips at his words.

“They sure do, мой возлюбленный. They sure do.” You mumble. With some silence between the two of you, it’s easy to hear the shout of one of your captains letting you all know that the mandatory room clearance has been finished. You playfully smack König’s shoulder, clasping it as you stand. “Let’s go back, да?” When he gives you a nod, you shove your gun parts into the duffle bag you brought just for it. “Let’s go then! Maybe we can grab some food once these bozos clear out.” With those last words, you take the lead, König following behind you quietly and with genuine happiness shining in his eyes.

#x male reader #x reader #my fics #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #cod x reader #cod mw 2 x reader #cod x male reader #cod mw2 x male reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig x male reader #konig x male reader

[back2bluesidex]

Jungkook × The way I loved you (Angst and happy ending pls :(( )

The Way I Loved You - JJK

Pairing: Ex!Jungkook X Reader

Theme: Angst, a little fluff, exes to lovers au

Word Count: 1120

Song: The way I loved you

Warnings: heart break, unsatisfactory relationship and nothing else.

Minors and Karens aren't allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request anon! And I'm sorry if it doesn't reach upto your expectations. As I said earlier, I'm way too sick these days. However, I still hope you like it.

"This is not what I asked for, Jungkook!" You scream at the top of your voice. 

"You asked for time Y/N. And I am trying to give you time! Now what the fuck is your problem?" Jungkook screams back. 

"This is not time, Kook. You are asking me to shop for everything I need within 2 hours while the supermarket is 30 minutes away. You can't even spare me time for something as common as grocery. I don't know how trivial you think of me. I just-" you take your purse and storm out of the apartment shutting the door loudly behind you.

When you came back home that afternoon, you found no trace of Jungkook. You don't know why you had a faint expectation that he would cancel his schedule for you, he would give you some time, he would respect what you want, what you need, you just know you didn't get it all at the end. 

Jin nudges your side pulling you back from the grips of the past. 

"You okay darling?" He asks, concern dripping from his voice. That's when you realize you have been too lost in your thoughts to pay any attention to your boyfriend. 

"Ah- yeah. I'm fine." You reply, faking a smile as always. It's a good thing that Jin doesn't get how many smiles you fake in a day. 

"You look beautiful tonight." He places a soft kiss on your temple. Then he goes back to driving towards your destination. You smile again as your heart fills with guilt. 

Jin is a perfect boyfriend. He's handsome, has a decent job, he gets along with your parents really well, he knows how to cook, he respects your choices, he respects your privacy… All in all, he's everything a girl would want. But… he's not the one for you. 

There's only one flaw in your and Jin's relationship, which is that you don't love him. You have poured all of your love on Jungkook and your heart is now a wasteland, which sometimes bleeds during midnights and 2 in the mornings when you curse out Jungkook's name crying on the pillow. 

"Y/N look at me. Try to look into my eyes, okay baby?" Jungkook holds your body tightly in his as you feel the world around you is morphing into darkness. 

"Y/N, can you hear me?" He says again with a trembling voice.

"Yes I- I do." You manage to say. 

"Good. Now listen to me. I am here okay? No one can hurt you. I will never let any harm come near you. You know that right? My baby knows that." Jungkook hugs you with everything he has in himself. One of his hands rubs on your back as another stays wrapped around your waist. 

Jungkook always knew how to calm you down during your panic attacks. That night when a drunk guy followed you to your apartment and you lost your shit, he made you feel secure. You know no harm can touch you when you are under Jungkook's wings. 

You feel your eyes sting with tears. You still love Jungkook till this date. The breakup was mutual. Both of you decided to part your ways given the fact that the relationship was being too frustrating and complicated. But it feels too wrong now. It feels as if there's more to the story. Only now you know you feel way more for Jungkook than you ever thought you did. 

Hence, you feel like a criminal whenever you look at Jin's face. He's nothing but sincere, but you still can't love him. 

"We're here." Jin parks the car beside something like a park. 

It's seven in the evening and you don't know what he has brought you to this park for. 

"Park? I thought we were going to that steak house you love so much?" You ask Jin. 

"We will. But before that I have a surprise for you." He replies. 

"Surprise? Here? But it seems like it's gonna rain?" You stare at the angry red sky from the car window. 

"Don't worry. We'll be done soon." Jin mutters before getting out of the car. 

You two walk through the park with intertwined hands. The park is beautiful indeed, perfect for couples, perfect for taking cute photos, perfect for you and Jungkook.

Fuck! You're thinking of Jungkook again. You're thinking so much of him that you start hallucinating him. 

A figure sitting on a bench approx five meters away from you and Jin looks just like Jungkook. He looks way too much like Jungkook. He is Jungkook! 

No! This can't happen. You tug at Jin's hand trying to pull him towards a different direction. 

"No. You can't walk back, Y/N." Jin says, stopping on track. 

"What-" 

"Y/N.." you hear another voice. That familiar one that you love the most. It's Jungkook. 

"Jungkook.." your eyes start to sting again. 

"Remember I said I had a surprise for you?" Jin smiles at you. 

Your eyes widen as you look at him, "B-but how do you-" 

"I could detect your fake smiles from the very first week of our relationship, Y/N. All I had to do was to dig up a little bit." Jin's hand loosens grip on yours. 

"You deserve to be happy, Y/N. Even if it's not with me." Jin now faces Jungkook, "And you- Don't fuck up this time." With that he walks back, winking at you for one last time. And soon it's only you and Jungkook in this wide, vast park.

"How have you been?" You ask Jungkook. 

"Miserable. You?" 

"Same." You two stare into each other's eyes. Both of you are only moments away from bursting into tears. 

"I- I can't do this without you, Y/N. Life feels like a chore without you. I am only breathing. I have stopped living the day we parted our ways. I- just can't-" Jungkook breaks down into a loud sob. 

You take two steps towards him, placing a hand on one of his arms, you say, "Neither can I Jungkook. I felt like a criminal each time I looked at Jin. Each time I looked at him I only searched for you. I love you. I fucking love you. I never stopped loving you." Your own face is now covered with tears. 

The sky mirrors your emotions and starts crying too. 

You look up at the sky for a moment and then look at Jungkook, you find him looking at you already. He closes the distance between you two and places his lips on yours. You two get so lost in the kiss that you don't even care getting drenched in the pouring rain. 

Jungkook parts first, connects his forehead with yours and whispers, "I missed this. I missed screaming and crying and kissing in the rain. I missed you. I missed the way I loved you." 

"I missed you too, missed you like crazy, kook." You seal your lips with his again wishing it all to stay forever and beyond. 

#bts angst #jungkook angst #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #bts fanfic

[yurislotusgarden]

Can I request dazai confessing his feelings to reader and reader thinks that’s he’s not being serious but is still a bit flustered and dazai tells them he is being serious. Thank you 💕

Serious

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ Why was I so nervous about my first request? ;-;

ʚїɞ Hope I didn't disappoint you with this one anon

ʚїɞ word count: 1262

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, nicknames: 'bella, my dear Belladonna, reader's gender is not specified

Dazai has been leaving hints… at least he hoped they were ones, as it seemed you didn't realize what he’s been doing for the past months. The brunette came to accept his feelings for you a long time ago, even if it took even longer to realize them and accept that he actually feels… romantic love for once.

He knows you like him, and he’s happy! But why can't you realize the feelings are mutual? It’s frustrating to no end.

“My dear Belladonna!” Was the only thing you heard before Dazai literally threw himself at you, and the only reason why you're not on the floor right now is because he has already done this so many times, that you’re used to how you should put your foot down to not go crashing to the floor. The few first times of him doing this were… quite painful for your back.

“Dazai?” A sigh came from you, already considering if the decision you made this morning to actually come to work instead of calling in sick was a good idea. You just had a feeling something was gonna happen but didn't know if it would be a good or bad thing, and you’re someone who trusts their guts most of the time. “What is it this time?��

“I have something to confess!” The brunette was visibly happy about something, but with how close you were to him with Dazai clinging onto you, you were pretty sure you saw something else flash in his eyes, nervousness perhaps? No, it’s Dazai after all, why would he be nervous?

“Oh no-”

““Oh no”?!“ An offended gasp came from the bandaged man. “What do you mean by that ‘Bella?!”

“The last time you decided to confess something it ended up in a week-long discussion on the topic. I don’t want a repeat of that” You rolled your eyes playfully. Around a month earlier Dazai commented on something specific that ended up with the whole agency having a discussion about it for a whole week. You are pretty sure your co-workers argued even on missions.

“... Alright that’s fair” Came the answer before the weight of the man on you disappeared, yet his arms still remained around you.

“Anyway, about the thing I want to say. It’s important.” The tone he used quite shocked you, it’s not often you hear Dazai being serious. 

The taller man thinks the opportunity is quite good. There’s no one in the office as it’s quite late and they went home and he wasn't sure if he could pull off a romantic place without raising suspicion on what he was about to do. You stayed behind to sort some paperwork and he? Well, he just had to stay! Can’t let his beautiful belladonna be alone, could he?

“I’m listening” You were serious as well. You thought that it was maybe work-related, or something similar with how serious he was acting. Maybe another organization is coming to Yokohama again? God, you hope they won’t be like the guild if so. They were really annoying. if not, maybe-

“I like you” Stopped your thoughts. What did you just hear?

“Wait what?”

“I like you, like like you”

It was impossible, Dazai the womanizer™ as Kunikida called him once, the guy who flirts with all women he deems he wants to flirt with he flirted less and less since he realized his feeling for you but you did not really realize that sadly, your crush for some goddamn reason, really, who let you like him that way? Said that he has feelings for you. That your feelings are mutual but it isn’t possible that he actually likes you back… right?

…You hoped the slight blush coming onto your cheeks was unnoticeable.

“Dazai-” There was a short break in your sentence, you trying to grasp your thoughts “-what are you on about? I think I told you to not joke about such stuff”

It isn’t possible he likes you. He didn't show any hints! At least you don't think so. You started to think of anything you possibly can but you couldn’t really see any actions made by him that would signal that he even has feelings for anyone. You aren’t that oblivious as to not notice your crush likes you back right?

“I’m not joking [Name]” The fact that the brunette not only was saying all this in a serious voice but the fact that he also used your name?! He absolutely never does that, the last time he used your name was maybe a few months back, you were starting to think he simply forgot your name so he went for nicknames instead.

“Dazai it isn’t funny you-”

“-I’m not joking [Name]. I’m completely serious” There he goes using your name again. You don’t get it. There’s no possibility of this not being a joke, after all, there’s no way that Dazai Osamu likes you. Really, only if you knew you were in a straight-up denial.

“How can you expect me to believe that?” Your voice came out weaker than you had wanted, but you don’t think about it for too long, not when you need answers.

“How am I supposed to not be serious when it’s you that I think about all the time? When I picture you whenever something reminds me of you, whether it’s something someone said or a place we were at together before. I don’t think you noticed ‘bella, but I barely flirt with women anymore, even the waitress downstairs. Hell, I’m still doing it only to distract myself from the very possible rejection from you”

Dazai knows that even he can’t be 100% sure that you will say yes. As much as he knows his feelings are not one-sided, he also knows you may still reject him for multiple reasons.

And you? Speechless would be the perfect description of your face right now. Everything about the bandaged man in front of you is screaming genuineness, absolutely no jokes.

You don’t know what really got you to believe that he’s saying the truth, whether it’s the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice, his words themselves, or his body language, but something did.

“You really do like me back?”

“Yeah… Yes I do”

The gentle look on his face simply broke you. He seemed so… happy, at the fact that you realized he’s serious. Dazai knew that there was a possibility of you not believing his words, he fully understands because of the way he acts on a daily basis.

“...’bella I know you know what I want to hear” Came a surprisingly quiet response from the brunette, and you indeed knew. Do you accept his confession or reject it? He seemed to really want to know, and you felt like you would break the man beyond repair if you said no. Your answer was quite obvious to you, you didn't even need to think about it before you smiled gently and chuckled at his nervousness of being rejected, he looked like a high school boy confessing his feeling for the first time in his life in your eyes.

“And we both know that my answer is a positive one”

To only say that some sort of weight was gone from Dazai’s shoulders would be an understatement of the century.

It would also be an understatement of the century to say that he wanted to be away from you, and hey, who’s gonna stop him from being clingy to you? Because it’s for sure not gonna be you.

Answer to the last question? Kunikida

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sending my mutual anon hate because it was the only way she would listen to me then breaking the mutual when she took anon off???

my mutual (f, like 16 to 18 while we knew each other) and i (genderfluid, 17 to 19) became mutuals back in 2021 since we had some shared fandoms. (genshin, bnha, naruto, etc). imma call her rose. rose seemed nice and pretty funny so i thought she was chill and we ended up adding each other on discord a few months into the mutualship. we were casual friends tho and only really talked abt fandom stuff

a big thing w/ her tho was that she thought she was hot shit for having 1000 followers on tumblr and she took anons super seriously cuz, in her own words, "i know anons can be anyone but most likely theyre one of my close followers and i want to be loyal to them". like she would call them smth like her "anon gang" and make posts thanking people if they sent a lot of asks. she was a wannabee infulencer on tiktok & insta so i think she translated that on tumblr too. but i quickly realized that meant she took what anons said seriously.

one time, i said she should change her theme colors because they were major eyestrain (bright orange background with teal text) and she told me "nah i like it this color, no one has complained." i waited two weeks... then sent an anon saying "im sorry ur theme is rly eyestrainy :((" and she immediately replied with "i looked up color palettes that are easier on the eyes and changed it!! i hope that helps"

and so basically after that, if i ever had an issue with her stuff, i would send an anon in instead of telling her because it would work. i need her to trigger tag smth? send her anon asking it, she would do it. do i think she needs to tag really long posts? send her anon, she would do it. do i think she has a bad take on a ship i like?? send her an anon, she would apologize and rewrite the post to be nicer / fairer. because otherwise she would just go "ehhh its fine" to my face and refuse to consider it because "idk thats just ur opinion im just doing my own thing"

but like a few months back ig she got into a bad fight with someone popular in a big anime fandom so /their/ followers started sending anon hate, so she got overwhelmed and turned it off. after a month i asked her if she was planning to turn it back on and she said she was actually gonna keep it off indefinitely cuz ""as much as i like my anon gang sometimes its nicer not having to respond to so many requests"

so i waited like a few weeks, quietly broke the mutual and unfriended her on discord because with the amount of issues i had with her blog / vibe was not worth it if she did not have anon turned on. i didnt send any rude messages, i always asked politely and i was always friendly to her face when we dm'd. aita???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[redheadspark]

Hi! Could I request Oliver Wood with 1, 5 and/or 9, please?

A/N - Awww, so cute for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Sweet

Summary - Oliver was always sweet

Warnings - Just some cute fluff :)

“To the Gryffindor Quidditch Team for a slamming victory against Slytherin, and for being the unmatched Champions!”

The entire Common Room was cheering so loud that as windows were shaking from the mass volume.  Streams of Red and Gold were floating down from the high ceilings as Butterbeer was now being poured out from the barrels, brought in compliments from the Three Broomsticks and its owner for the victory over Slytherin.  It was a brutal game, too close to call every once in a while and everyone was on the edge of their seats.  But thanks to Harry Potter, being the fantastic seeker he was, he caught the snitch right at the right moment when it felt like Gryffindor was going to be defeated.

Victory never tasted so sweet.

You watched the game with excitement and drive, being a fan of the game yourself yet not wishing to be on the team since you were merely an okay flyer.  But you still loved showing your support to your house and for the exciting game, going to the matches when you needed a break from studying or from being in the castle.  

You watched as the Gryffindor team was being hugged and congratulated by the other Gryffindors students, yet your eyes were on the Captain himself.  Oliver Wood was shaking hands with everyone, his face filled with brightness and victory as he was hugging some of his friends and chatting with others while perched over at the desks along the wall.  You were being a wallflower by the stairs that head to the dorms, talking to one or two of your friends about the game as you saw Oliver look over in your direction.

The flicker in his eyes, how bright they were instead of the dark brown they usually were, and the small smile on his lips that was rare to see, made your heart stumble a bit.

“So, I’ve heard the Slytherin Captain is already ripping into his team about the game!  Thank goodness for Potter as our seeker!” One of your friends, a fellow 6th year, said in relief as you chuckled.

“Those Slytherins never stood a chance this year, especially with their chasers and how slow they were on their brooms,” You explained as your friends listened, “I swear, they use their brawn instead of their brains,”

“Oliver knew exactly how to block them anywho, even when they were being brutal on him!” Your other friends said in agreement as you took a sip from your butterbeer, “The team won’t be the same without him when he leaves!”

You simply smiled, knowing she was telling the truth while they both told you they were going grab some chocolate frogs that were donated from Honeydukes, thanks to the Wesley Twins and their mutual respect for the Honeydukes owner. You liked leaning against the wall, watching all of the Gryffindors chatting together and talking about the heated match, the sweet scent of sweets filling the air while someone else turned on a small radio to play music.  

It was then you felt a hand slip into yours from behind, a chest lightly pressed against your back and the swift scent of leather gloves filling your nostrils along with sweat.  You felt your heartbeat quicken and you lost your breath.

“Come with me,” You heard a whisper against your ear, feeling the hand tug you a bit as you went along in that direction.  You’re turned, an arm wrapping around your waist to tuck you into the deserted stairwell that leads to the dorm.  It was dark, the small glow from the Common Room was your only source of light as you were then kissing the person who stole you away from the party.

Oliver Wood, your boyfriend. And the love of your life.

You grinned against his lips as he wrapped you close in his arms, your fingers moving up to ruffle his hair that was still a bit wet from his shower after the game while his fingers were drumming against your lower waist.  Finally, you pulled away and pressed your forehead against his own as you two were simply holding each other.  The party was still going on, but it was now muffled a bit as Oliver finally spoke and looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I couldn’t find ya after the game-“ He started to explain as you shook your head.

“You were swarmed by everyone and you were celebrating, it’s okay—“ You reasoned, but Oliver hugged you tightly and a bit deeper.  You sighed, leaning into him to let him hold you a bit more.  Oliver always loved to hug you for more than a few seconds, almost drinking you in and not wishing to let the moment slip away.  He was always a fan of physical touch when it came to you, but it was simply like holding your hand or keeping an arm around you.  

You two have been dating for a year now, being friends first before acting on your feelings.  Even though he was an intense Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, he was softer when he was with you.  He liked it that way, his walls that he would have up would come down when it was the pair of you. 

“I wanted to find you first,” Oliver admitted against your hold as you simply held him tight, “You’ve been my biggest fan and put up with my schedule and all, and I just wanted to find ya and kiss ya in front of everyone,”

“I’d rather share a kiss with you with just the two of us,” You countered, Oliver pulling away and staring at you lovingly while you beamed at him, “I like what we have together, it’s just for us,”

It was true that you both hid your relationship from everyone else, but it was what you both wanted in the first place.  Oliver didn’t want his relationship with you to be known and to be scrutinized by his teammates, nor did you want to hear it from your friends as well.  It was nice to have something with just Oliver, being able to sneak away for the day at Hogsmeade on a Sunday, studying together during off hours in the library when everyone else was gone, or simply enjoying each other’s company.  

You still went to his matches to cheer him on, knowing it would build him up.  He would still help you study when you would struggle in classes.  You both lifted each other up in low times and brought joy in the higher times. Neither one of you wished for it to be tinted or stained, so keeping this between the pair of you was what was best.

“How about you and I celebrate on our own, a proper celebration?” You asked him, seeing him smile from the thought, “I know there is a private room at the Three Broomsticks that we can use,”

“How do you know that?” He asked in curiosity, you shrugging with a smirk on your face.

“Since I work there on the weekends and am on friendly terms with the owner…” You suggested though Oliver was chuckling, “And I didn’t get a thank you for the complimentary Butterbeer by the way,”

Oliver rolled his eyes, tucking you back in his hold some more as he lightly kissed your lips, “Thank you,” He paused, kissing you again, “Thank you,” Another Kiss that was deeper, “And thank you…”

His intense kiss made you swoon, and you both were tucked away from the raging party as you kissed under the shining moonlight that poured in.

The End.

February Prompt Session

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[bothoutsiders]

if you’re still taking requests, maybe identity porn? or just mutual pining fluff!

hey anon! this is my first time trying identity porn, that's why it took me so long. also jason's undercover name is john as in john doe. it was fun trying this new trope, thank you for the experience!

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From all the odd jobs and undercover cases that Jason had gone through - nothing compared to this one.

It was probably one of the easiest and clean jobs he had ever had though. While the pay wasn’t that good, he could enjoy some peace, the AC and at the same time, study his target. His tasks were simple; he was in charge of the music, cleaning his work area and making fun, colorful beverages that were so popular nowadays. 

He wouldn’t admit it, but he honestly kind of enjoyed making lattes, smoothies and sweet-fruit drinks. Not as much as getting rid of the garbage of Gotham, of course, but for a day-job, he thought it was a pretty nice change of pace.

The clients were all types of different people. Guys in a suit coming for their boring americano, teens coming for lattes and smoothies, young adults for tea, milkshakes and more. It was interesting.

Jason even had fun the day he convinced an old stoic man to try something sweet. Men have to like bitter things, the client had said. Jason snorted, did some convincing and made up ‘scientific’ and social explanations about it before handing him a strawberry latte.

He couldn’t help but grin the moment he saw the client’s face change from deadpan to surprise and then some embarrassment for actually liking it.

It was good that he didn’t get bored when his target wasn’t around. The people were friendly and he was enjoying his time, but still, this job in particular was hard for one specific reason.

“It’s getting late.” He neatly folded a cloth and wiped the surface of the counter.

There was no response. Of course.

“If you don’t pack your things I’ll kick you out without them.”

There was still no response. Besides the music in the background, he could hear some fast typing. This was how his evenings went most of the time.

In past jobs he had dealt with drunkards, with abusive bosses, awful customers, annoying and nosy coworkers, but this? This was something he never expected to happen to him.

“Okay, that’s enough Timothy.” He could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he made his way to Tim’s table. He knew he was good at pretending nothing extraordinary was happening, but deep inside he was panicking only because he was talking to him.

Even if Tim was ignoring him right now.

“I’m gonna close soon so I need you to leave. Go home and have some real sleep.” He said resting his elbow on the table. He wasn’t into touching without consent so even if he wanted to be annoying to Tim, he didn’t dare to do such a thing. “Are you listening, monkey?”

Tim looked up at him a bit surprised but as soon as the words sunk in, he looked at his watch. “It’s already closing time?” He began to whine but almost immediately he changed his mood. “Before you kick me out– look!” With a big smile on his face, he was quick to take his phone, unlock it and shove it into Jason’s face.

“How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” He pushed the phone away and tried to focus his eyes on the screen. He already knew what he was about to see. “What’s that ugly thing?”

“John. You really have bad taste,” he frowned slightly before he’d swipe right and smile again. “There are more photos! I took them last night.” It was clear that Tim was proud of it.

“Are you … friends with that guy?” Jason didn’t look him in the eye, pretending that the idea of Tim and Red Hood being friends made him nervous. This kid had so many photos of him on his laptop and phone, it was crazy. And honestly? Jason was flattered. “He’s a menace.”

“He’s not!” Tim was quick to defend him. “I know that he carries guns and he kills people but he kills the bad ones! That terrible people won’t be coming back to keep hurting others. Most of you are fans of Batman even if the cops hate him, right? Well, Red Hood is my Batman.”

There was a small smirk on Jason’s face. He bothered Tim about this only because he liked to hear all the nice things he had to say about Red Hood. It wasn’t often that he would find someone who thought in such a positive way about him. “You’re a crazy little guy.”

“Nah, I’m just telling the truth. He’s funny too.” Since the very first time that they met, Tim didn’t hide his ‘admiration’ for Red Hood. He’d spend his evenings at the café talking about how great he was, how Red Hood had saved him once and how they would talk some nights and even let Tim take his photos. 

“So you hang out at 3am with a criminal only because he’s fun?” He huffed. “Tim, you gotta meet new people. People your age and you’ll see there’s more funny, safe people out there that you can meet during the day. I’m sure this is why you spend your evenings here, consuming all that caffeine.”

For Jason it was love at first sight, but Tim? Tim was too blind with how great Red Hood was that there were days Jason would even get jealous of himself. He blamed it on his night job and how tired he could be after patrolling the city and then coming to the café without much rest.

“There’s no one at home, I would rather spend it here where I can eat and drink and then get ready for the night.” He replied as he took his time to put everything in his backpack.

“You’re not a vigilante like him, Tim. Be careful, okay?”

“Yeah, I always make sure not to get in his way.”

“So how is your little fan club going?” The day was slow and there weren't many people at the café, except for Tim who was close to the counter, and a girl in a corner, buried in books and looking like she might explode if someone dated to interrupt her.

Jason decided to change the music to something relaxing for studying.

“It’s okay. I don’t share all my photos though.” Tim wasn’t looking at him, he was still busy with his laptop. By now Jason knew that if it wasn’t him doing homework or talking to his friends, he was busy with his Red Hood fan club.

“You don’t?” He was confused. He thought that was the purpose of those photos, to share them and make it obvious who was Red Hood’s favorite.

“Mm no.” Tim looked at him and after a big pause, he decided to confess. “I don’t like sharing. I even have a couple of selfies with him, but I don’t post those. They are only for myself.”

“But you showed them to me.”

“Yes, but I didn’t send them to you, it’s different.” There was a light shrug before he’d focus back on his laptop.

“Do you print them as posters for your bedroom?”

Tim didn’t reply, only looked up at Jason.

“You do, don’t you?” He grinned. “I can’t believe you’re obsessed with that stinky guy. You’re into bad boys, huh?”

There was a cute blush that spread through Tim’s face instantly. “He’s not a bad guy.”

“Yeah, I mean I guess being a criminal and killing people is something good people do.” Jason shrugged, a smirk still on his face. “What is so cool about him? Does he even do the laundry?”

“Everything is cool about him,” Tim frowned slightly but after a moment of wondering what to do, he sighed and closed his laptop, focusing entirely on Jason. 

Oh, he was getting serious.

“Look, he’s amazing. He’s someone you can talk to and has good advice, he is kind and worries about everyone. Yes, killing is bad but he’s a good person. He does this to stop innocent people from getting hurt or murdered.” He spoke as if he was pleading for Red Hood’s life. “He has a nice voice even if it’s kind of muffled under his helmet, and he makes sure I get home safe. He has this kind of humor that I actually find funny and he has big hands and his thighs are…”

“Oh wait, wait. Hold on.” Jason lifted his hands. “I don’t want to hear about your fantasies. I get it, you like him that way but are you sure he isn’t like someone who is trying to fool you? Pretend he is cool and then he shows his true colors?”

“I’m sure he isn’t pretending. He’s not a nice guy. He’s kind and a real man.” Tim said this looking him in the eye.

Maybe Jason felt something like butterflies in his stomach and something warm blossoming in his chest. 

Maybe. But who knows.

“What about guys who help elderly people with chores or do their groceries shopping? What about those who help kids find their parents when they are lost and cook meals at shelters?” It wasn’t that Jason wanted Tim to stop liking Red Hood, he only wanted to have a chance too. Maybe mentioning some of the things he had done and still does would help his case.

“Good for them?” Tim arched an eyebrow.

Jason was about to complain but the bell over the door chimed, announcing a new customer arriving. When he turned to look, he saw it was his target coming in and oh, right, I’m working-working. 

He looked at Tim one more time and sighed dramatically. “Okaay, okaay. I’m glad you found the one. Just make sure to get home safe after you see him.” It was a bit silly that he would like to bother him about it and then get jealous when he would hear all that admiration Tim felt for Red Hood, but it was somehow addicting.

“Sure.” He hummed happily, a light blush still on his face as he opened his laptop to start typing again.

Jason smiled, hoping that one day Tim would like him too, and not only one version of himself. Maybe one day.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #w: story #request

[midnight-pluto]

Since the followers event is almost done how about a Trailblazer (Caelus or Stelle) x reader

Fandom: HSR

Trope: Fluff and mutual pining

AU: College

Format: Headcannon

Plot: reader and TB becomes college roommates and both develop a crush on each other and even have study dates.

Note: you can do this however and whenever you want, just make sure to take breaks from time to time. Thanks

STELLE — headcanons

college/roommate au headcanons

CHAR: stelle, march, dan heng

PAIRING(S): stelle x gn!reader

A/N: Dw anon ur requests make me happy !!

stelle was an interesting character room with

she’s wasn’t a horrible roommate by any means, just oddly quiet with eyes that seemed to be always watching

also leaves at odd times too and definitely not good times for lectures either — she’d be out at 8PM saying she’s going to the gas station but returns at 1AM smelling not like a gas station

but she always returned with good snacks and shared them with you on occasion

she keeps the kitchen and living space clean but once you came into her room to ask what she wanted for dinner and her room was messy

you automatically forgot what you were about to say as your eyes darted around the room at the vinyls on the wall and the pile of clothes littered on the floor as stelle was slumped in her chair following your gaze guiltily

sighing you automatically leave the room and come back in with a trash bag with a look establishing what you both were going to be cleaning the room until it was done

cleaning her room was your first bonding experience which you believe caused her to invite you to study with her at the a cafe

and that led you to find out you both shared the same major

it also led to you teaching stelle material that she didn’t get at first

once you repeated what the professor said and she nodded and ultimately understood which led to you believing she was just pulling your leg now

“I literally just repeated what the professor said, how are you now understanding it?”

“I like listening to your voice more.”

stelle patted herself on the back for that one-liner

but then she made the made a mistake by introducing you to her previous study buddies

well a mistake in her eyes at least

the four of you met up at the same cafe since according to her one of them couldn’t: ‘lower their voice down’

you sat down next to stelle while you were sat across from the girl your presumed to be the one stelle was talking about given her outgoing greeting

the conversation was light but stelle noticed you weren’t talking to her as much as she would like — asking dan heng questions despite being in different majors, march talking about random things while you made offhanded comments, and only talking to her when she asked you about something

that caused her to feel jealous of your frequency of talking to her friends, making her gently place her head on your shoulder wanting to feel some sort of attention from you

it most certainly caught your attention — enough for you to place your head on top of hers as you continued to converse with march while typing away on your laptop

pinpointing where both of your feelings began was very hard

for stelle it might’ve been the moment she helped you unpack into the dorm and seeing you smile at her in thanks

perhaps it was just the little things that that made you fall for your roommate — the little trinkets she gifted you, the light touches, and not eating your left overs

the real question however, is what march and dan heng know?

everything

absolutely everything

not only is it easy to see how you’re both pining for each other, stelle has made it evidently clear how much she likes and pays attention to you

“What about these candles?”

“No, Y/N doesn’t like the smell.”

“But it’s for your room.”

“So? The smell can still make its way into our shared space.”

march and dan heng both deadpan at each other so much whenever they’re around you both

fortunately for them stelle stopped inviting them to study the first three times because of jealousy them being a ‘distraction’

now you both have time alone for yourselves

and not doing anything special

at all

no romantic gestures or feelings spilling out any time soon

…maybe it was slightly unfortunate

A/N: live laugh love stelle — feel free to request as well since my 200 follower event has now extended!

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[iwanthermidnightz]

*sigh*

The way some (because it’s not all) of *them* are acting over what someone intentionally picked out from the entire prologue to share online (lol after screaming not to leak things lol), knowing it would go viral and lead to harassment of Gaylors/Kaylors is sad.

Especially when it proves that they go with whatever satisfies their insecurities over the possibility (re: TK for the time being). Lavender Haze “ended Gaylors/Kaylors” until the entire song and video came out, right? Or what about when “It’s Time To Go” and “Right Where You Left Me” were released and ended Gaylors/Kaylors” because they were about Karlie’s “betrayal”? Which led to Taylor commenting and saying what those songs were about.

When she deleted the reel about the LH, who was in shambles?

It doesn't change the fact that Taylor:

Wrote queer-coded lyrics and had an entire era of queer themes

Asked why people were mad when they could be glad (GLAAD) in a video where she placed herself in the queer community.

Pushed for the Equality Act to be passed and wrote letters, which she signed and added a rainbow to.

Said “out now” while wearing a rainbow dress to say reputation was available.

Has said, “I want her midnights”.

Wrote an entire song referencing a tattoo and a Tumblr account that a woman had removed and deleted.

Gave permission for “Seven” and “Ivy” to be used during scenes between queer characters on “Heartstopper” and “Dickinson”.

But somehow, Gaylors/Kaylors are projecting these things and creating them from their imaginations?

I am straight, but I have picked up on the queer-coded themes, etc., that she puts out. I actually…take the time to observe and listen to her lyrics and ask my queer mutuals on here questions about things I don’t understand because conversations help, and they matter. I don’t disregard their feelings or discredit their perceptions of her lyrics because I am mature and secure enough to respect their connections from her music to their life experiences.

From the excerpt (seems to be getting all the focus), it seems they think she is singling out Gaylors/Kaylors, but I think she’s simply saying that she was hoping that if the focus was taken off her dating life and that energy/focus were placed into her female friendships and having that concept empowered, they wouldn’t sensationalize or sexualize them.

Yet, they still sensationalized her friend group by criticizing /saying it was elitist, non-feminist, and a publicity stunt because all of her friends in the group happened to be white, rich, and thin. As for sexualizing, she specifically addressed the media by saying for her 25th birthday, she would like for THEM to stop accusing all her friends of dating her. While this was after kissgate, when the main discourse was not only still on her dating life but whether or not she and Karlie had kissed, let’s also look at these select lines from the reputation prologue:

“When this album comes out, gossip blogs will scour the lyrics for the men they can attribute to each song as if the inspiration for music is as simple and basic as a paternity test. There will be slideshows of photos backing up each incorrect theory.”

The same people who say Gaylors/Kaylors are sexualizing (because let’s be honest, that’s the only word they zoned in on. Lol) her female friendships have (along with the media) been sensationalizing the alleged “beef” with one of those female friends specifically since 2017. They also engage in sexualizing her male “relationships” that are also sensationalized until they aren’t because they loved all her “boyfriends” (Calvin less than others, lol) until they ended.

Anyways, thanks for letting me rant, IWHM. I wish you and others who stand to be harassed or cyberbullied over this peace, patience, and strength.

you came in hot with that one! thanks anon 🙃

[shrimp-anon]

,, A Promise to Fulfill. ‘‘

・ ✦ ・

GN!Reader | Jade Leech x Reader

Cw — Both Jade and Reader are same year and graduated, Jade being teasing smooth bastard, You got engaged with him, Mutual pinning and the rest is Pure Fluff. Reader doesn’t have Pronouns only referring with ‘You’ also Reader is NOT the MC/Yuu!

A.Note — I do hope this fic ain’t confusing because I just followed what my brain told me to write for this.

Sometime people around you think Jade blackmailed you into a relationship. It's understandable where this comes from, especially since Jade works for Azul and his shady business. They don’t know what made you so special to make Jade fall for you; Jade himself is confused by this... What’s your charm to make him attracted to you? He thought of you as a "little play thing" to tease, but that turned into something he could not have expected.

You and Jade were classmates. So each day Jade sees you at the exterior hall way, classroom, botanical garden, and everywhere, he can’t help but stare at you with such adoration. When you’re at Mostro Lounge, he'll always be your server and tease you right there. Whenever he talked to you about his collection of mushrooms or just his rants about mushrooms, you always listened to his rants and asked questions about mushrooms, especially the ones he found when he was hiking on the mountain. He felt strangely happy about it; he’s glad someone would be willing to listen to him about anything.

You both are starting to talk and get to know each other more. Both hearts are mutually attracted to each other, full of love and adoration. It feels so unreal to witness Jade confess his feelings to you, especially his slightly flushed cheeks. His confession is sweet; he mentions every single thing he loves about you, including your flaws. The way he caressed your cheek gently after you accepted his love, he promised to you that you'd be his forever beloved partner and dreamed to seal both fates with a vow... you’re all he could ask for. 

That was 5 years ago. He still kept his Promise.

You stare lovingly at the engagement ring, a South Sea pearl with an eel-shaped band circling the pearl as if it were protecting the precious pearl. You couldn’t help but replaying the happiest memory: when Jade proposed to you, he always knew how to make your heart beat so fast that it was like he wouldn’t give a break for your poor heart. 

"My dear pearl." Jade gently snapped you back to reality so you could pay attention to him. "You’ve recently zoned out so much, well, not that I complain about that, but mind telling me what’s on your mind, dear?" He murmured with his hands on your waist as he held you closer. "Hmm.. It just that.. I couldn’t help but think this ring represents us. Love," chuckling, you leaning onto jade,    "Of course it is. You’re my precious pearl, which I'd protect with my life. A pearl like you is too precious to be in the wrong hands. Be treated as a prize and not with love. I am the moray eel who’s willing to protect and treat you with love; the way you deserve to be treated." He kissed top of your head and held your chin up to set his gaze on yours lovingly. "Like what I’ve told you before, Pearl.. You’re all I could ask for," he continued with that teasing smirk.

Surely this eel doesn’t stop to give your heart a break... But you’re incredibly happy to have someone love everything about you, including your flaws. Until then, when the vows are well said, your fate is sealed with his to stay for the rest of your life, and surely this promise he made to you shall be fulfilled until both’s last breath.

© shrimp-anon 2023 — Do not plagiarise/repost/translate/ modify/Claim of my work in any social media.

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[hoodharlow]

Good God

AN: Jack and Miriam turns one today and one year for writing for Jack in general 🥺🥺🥺 ty to everyone who has read my lil series and an even bigger shout out to my lovely mutuals that I made qlong the way. I ljve y'all so much 🥰🥰🥰 anyways enjoy Jack and Miriam in Aspen 😌😌😌 also @velvetstreets had an anon that gave me idea for nasty by r*ss

Requested? No

Warnings: general fluff and smut

Word Count: 2.3k words

Miriam via IG Stories

Jack via IG Stories

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Jack dramatically dried himself with the fluffy towel. He and Miriam were supposed to have a chill day inside after spending almost a week snowboarding nonstop. But that went out the window when they realized they only have snacks and fruit in Miriam's grandparents' house. So now they're getting ready to go eat lunch and buy groceries. He walked out of Miriam's room and found her shaking her ass while she did her makeup. 

She wore a black thong and one of his flannels. He instantly felt his cock constrict against the towel wrapped around his waist. She bent down and moved her ass like she would when Jack would be behind her. He has never been more grateful for the dance moves Tinashe showed her until now. 

"Yeah, I want you to get nasty." She began to rap, oblivious to Jack. "Do that thing you know I like. No one watching', it's just me and you, alright, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know everyone wants a pretty girl like you. You look so good when you put me inside you. Listen, there ain't nothin' like that moan when the tip's in. Good god, look at you, you're doin' such a good job. Girl, I'm proud of you. I love the sound of you. Girl you're mine now, you were made for me. Cum for me baby, you don't gotta wait for me, yeah yeah. Yeah, I want you to get nasty, nasty–Jack!" She stopped rapping and clutched her chest. "Me asustaste!"

"Don't stop on my account." Jack smirked. "Better yet let me sit down and you get on top." 

"Just get ready." She said, going back to her makeup. 

"What song was that? Is that one from the movie?" He asked curiously. He knew a few months ago she'd been cast in a movie with Hailee Steinfeld where she plays a pop star that goes through it. 

Miriam paused for a few seconds and went back to blending out her bronzer. A telltale sign of hers where she contemplated on whether she should tell him the truth or not. 

"Whose song were you singing?" He asked her in a slightly more serious tone.

"Okay, Claudia sent me a tiktok because it was popular on booktok. I found it corny and stupid and next thing I know I'm shaking ass." She said defensively.

"Miriam, I'm not asking who put you on the song. I'm asking you whose song it is." He said in a panty melting tone.

"And it's such a great question." She nodded. 

"And you're being a pain in the ass. I'm just curious about whose song it is and you're beating around the bush. It's not like it's one of Russ's songs." He laughed. 

Miriam paused and reached for her eyelash curler. 

"Bro, are you serious?" He frowned. 

"It was corny and it got stuck in my head." 

"Mmhm." Jack nodded. 

"Are you mad?" She asked him quietly. She straddled one of his now denim clad thighs and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Why the fuck would I be mad that my girlfriend is singing a song from someone who I don't like and made it explicitly clear that I don't like that person." He said bluntly. 

"Jack, I'm sorry. I should've respected your boundaries." Miriam apologized. 

"Apology accepted." He said, reassuringly squeezing her hips. 

Miriam leaned forward and kissed him. Jack toyed with the fabric of her panties, earning an incoherent grumble from her. He inched his hand up her side to her breasts. He slipped his thumb and rubbed one of her nipples. She sighed in pleasure. She buried her face in the crook of his neck. 

Slowly, Miriam moved her hips back and forth against the denim material of Jack's jeans. She felt Jack drop the hand that played with her nipple down to her ass, lazily guiding her on his thigh. He used the other to balance them on the foot of the bed as Miriam continued to get herself off.

Her quiet whimpers and breathy moans filled her bedroom. She was so focused on getting off that she didn't feel Jack pull away and rub her clit until she felt her stomach drop. 

"Jack, I'm so close." She whimpered. 

He nodded and began to meet her hips by slowly bouncing his leg. His name was on the tip of her tongue when he gently pushed her back on the bed. 

Jack adjusted his cockin his boxer-briefs and turned to her saying, "We should get going. Our reservation is in less than an hour."

*

Miriam moaned in pleasure as she ate her burger. Maybe it was because she only had matcha for breakfast and was starving but she was eating the best burger ever. She reached for a tater tot and dipped one end in ranch and the other in ketchup. She reached for her, third, dragon fruit margarita and took a generous sip. Across from her, Jack was eating a dry aged altaire New York strip with a side of roasted asparagus and small ceasar salad. 

"Whenever you're ready." A server came by to drop off the bill. She didn't glance at Miriam but gave Jack a big smile before walking back. 

"I'm not even half-way with my food." Miriam frowned as she reached for the bill. 

Jack smacked her hand away and took it. He opened it and his eyes nearly bulged out of his eye sockets. "There's no way this shit is $149?!"

"Bro, you ordered a bigass steak, what did you expect?" Miriam said before taking a bite of her burger.

"I know your ass isn't talking when you ordered three margaritas." Jack scoffed. 

She chewed thoughtfully, covering her mouth. "If you can't afford it, just say that. Don't shame me for what I ordered." 

"I can afford it." He rolled his eyes. 

"Okay, entonces no estes chingando." 

They finished eating half an hour later and paid. Jack left three hundred dollar bills in the folder. They walked out hand in hand to their car. Since Jack is now legally allowed to rent a car he rented out a Range Rover for their trip even after Miriam told him that her family has two SUVs in the house for them. 

There were a few paparazzi outside, but none of them heckled or approached them. When they first arrived in Aspen, Jack and Miriam were spotted in the mountains by a few fans. They asked for pictures. The next day when they went back, the place was filled with paparazzi. So Miriam took them to another place for them. There the people that recognized them were more respectful and didn't bother Jack and Miriam. So the next few days they went there. It was pretty peaceful and they were able to enjoy themselves.

Jack carefully backed out of the parking spot and drove a few streets down to the grocery store. The store had a Trader Joe's feel to it, minus the overpriced food. The pair went around and grabbed things they needed to make actual meals. Jack paid while Miriam bagged the things. 

In less than a half hour they were home. Jack put away the groceries as Miriam prepped for dinner. She was making stuffed pasta shells. She had the ground beef and sausage cooking while the pasta shells cooked. After she made the cheese filling, she stuffed the shells and placed them in a baking dish. She placed it in the fridge since they weren't going to eat for a few more hours and cleaned the kitchen. 

Miriam went to her room and changed out of her outfit into a cropped zip up hoodie into a white thong. She put on fuzzy socks and grabbed her book before going downstairs to join Jack in the living room. 

Jack was laying on the middle of the couch with his legs propped up on the oversized square ottoman watching the Praise This in support of Druski's acting debut. Miriam laid on her stomach in between his legs, facing in front towards the television. She crossed her ankles and read. She just finished the Inheritance Games series and was starting the A Court of Roses and Thorns series. So far she wasn't vibing with Tamlin. She texted Claudia live reactions to her reading, and Claudia just responded to wait until the second book because that confirms a lot of things about Tamlin. 

She was concentrating on her book when she heard Jack making car sounds. He made a revving sound before passing a Hot Wheels over the back of her thighs, making Miriam's leg jerked in response. Jack grabbed her body and placed it on top of his lap. Her legs were now spread out to him. 

Miriam looked over her shoulder confused, "What are you doing?" 

"Playing." He simply said as he passed the car over the outside of her thighs. 

"Where did you get the toy car?" She asked him. 

"The store. There were a few on display while we were waiting in line to pay, so I bought one." 

"You're so silly." She shook head, going back to her book. 

Jack played with the car running it all over her ass and thighs. To get it over her ass he'd make extra revving sounds since the car needed more speed to get up. He got bored a few minutes later and tossed the toy aside. He drummed Miriam's ass watching it jiggle. 

That was when he noticed the wet patch on her thong. He deftly ran his middle finger from her spine down to her core. She quietly gasped feeling him mess with the fabric. He moved her thong to the side and effortlessly slipped his ring and middle finger in her. 

"Are you going to get me off this time or should I just take care of myself?" Miriam asked him. 

Jack laughed and began thrusting his fingers in her. Just like that she became a moaning mess. He pulled his fingers out but before Miriam could complain, he laid on his side next to her and laid her on her back. He unzipped her cropped hoodie, exposing her brown pert nipples. He ran his tongue over them then he kissed her breasts, marking them up with hickies. He kissed his way up her collarbones, claiming her. She had a few weeks off from filming and he was taking advantage of leaving hickies all over her body. 

Miriam cupped his face and brought him to her mouth. breaking their kiss, Jack slipped his hand inside her panties and continued thrusting his fingers in her once more.

"Who got you this wet?" He asked her, rubbing her clit.

"You, Ja–oh fuck!" she moaned out, feeling his teeth gently tug at her nipples. 

"That's what I thought, no corny Russ song can make you pussy drip like me." He whispered in her ear. 

"I'm so fucking–"

Miriam couldn't finish her sentence as her orgasm took over. She repeated his name over and over until her orgasm subsidized. Jack licked his fingers clean and leaned over her, kissing her. She reached over and slipped her hand in his sweats, pulling out his cock. She slowly jerked him off. 

"Which hole do you wanna finish in?" Miriam asked him bluntly. 

"What?" 

"What do you wanna fuck my mouth or my pussy?" 

"Both."

"Well you don't have two penises, so that option is out." 

"I don't know why you're acting like a smartass as if you'renot gonna be begging me to fuck you." Jack pushed himself off the ottoman.

"Am not." She crossed her arms. 

Jack shook his head smiling. He took off his hoodie and shirt. He then kicked off his sweats and got on top of her once more, capturing her lips with his. He felt her arms pull him closer to her as they kissed. He used his other hand to pull one of her legs over his waist as he deepened their kiss. Miriam pulled away to catch her breath, giving Jack access to her neck. She whimpered his name when she felt his teeth gently nipping her. He pulled away and kissed down her body. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down to her chest. 

He rolled off her and pushed down his boxers. He knelt in front of her and slowly dragged her panties down. Jack guided his cock over her core, rubbing it with her arousal. 

"Jack, stop playing and fuck me." Miriam whimpered. 

"Did you just beg me to fuck you after you explicitly said you weren't going to?" He asked her.

"No, I wa–" 

In one swift movement he entered her, making her cry in pleasure. He did a few shallow thrusts, slowly pulling out and pushing himself back in so she could get used to the stretch. They haven't had sex since they arroved to Aspen. Whenever they got back from snowboarding, they were too exhausted to do anything other than sleep. 

She felt so good around him. After a few minutes he picked up the pace and her moans filled the living room. Miriam wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, needing him as close as possible. He slowed down and rutted his hips against hers, with each stroke he fucked her deeper and deeper. It didn't take long for Miriam to climax. She clung to him even more, repeating his name until her high faded. 

Jack chased his own orgasm. He shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle he was fucking her made her beg for him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before another orgasm took over. Jack’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Miriam, spilling every last drop in her. He relaxed his body plopping on top of her. Their heavy breathing filled the room as they tried to calm themselves. 

"Good god, look at you–"

"Don't." Miriam cut him off before he rapped more of that corny song. 

Jack laughed and cupped her face. They slowly kissed each other. Miriam rolled them over so she was now on top. It didn't take long before she began round two out of the countless rounds they were going to have the rest of the evening. 

***

Miriam via Instagram

@'mdm: 📍Aspen

@'jackharlow: unzip the rest of your sweater 👀

->@'mdm: for once in your life can you leave a normal comment? Also don't act like you weren't sucking on my nipples after I took this

@'saintclauds: girl hurry up so we can discuss ACOMAF

@'booktokgirlie: no bc I have a pinterest board where I fancasted Miriam as Avery 😭 who do I call to make this happen

-> @'lionsgate: 👀

@'russ: I don't care if I get hurt, every rose has thorns

->@'mdm: you must be on some corny shit if you think you can comment your silly bootok lyrics on my post

->@'miriamxjack: get him for me too momma

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Jack via TIKTOK

@'missionaryjack: stitch to this tiktok (transcript: my girl's car needed an oil chnage and she deadass looked me in the eye and said 'I'll just buy a new car' when I asked her what she was gonna do if her car goes through engine failure)

@'miriamdominguez: that was taken out of context and you know it 😭

@'jacksnewbalance: not jack exposing my girl like that 😭

@'fan: Miriam ain't beating those rich girl allegations

@'hater: I can't believe she would do that. People can't even afford gas and she's gettting car after car over something as simple. She can pay people to take care of her car

->mdmstan: babe it's not that serious

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Jack via Instagram

@'jackharlow: @'mdm thanks for keeping my dick warm while we were in Aspen

@'mdm: I can't take you anywhere 😒😒😒

@'tinashe: not to much on Miriam now

@'haileybieber: cuties 💕

@'jackfan: are we supposed to ignore the ring?

->@'mdm: yes, it's just a grad gift from my parents. it's worth more than Jack's current net worth

->@'druski: damn @'jackharlow your girl called you poor 🤣

->@'jackharlow: she also called me daddy so I'm not complaining

->@'mdm: @'jackharlow, so now you're broke and a liar? pick one

@'jackstan: their height differences 🥺🥺🥺

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[linawritestwst]

hello, can I request a female reader who comes from a wealthy family and is very spoiled, but isn't a brat because they know money has to be earned with the dorm leaders pls. if not all is good

dorm leaders x s/o who comes from a wealthy family headcanons (fem!reader)

FINALLY AN ACTUAL WRITING POST JDKDKLSDLS. okay, okay, i'm trying to get back into writing, i really am ;w; i'm probably a bit rusty, i haven't wrote twst x reader content for a long time, but i hope you like these headcanons anyway, anon! i hope they're not too similar to the disney princess ones i wrote in the past, haha.

riddle rosehearts.

♡ he's gonna be honest, he didn't trust you at first. he did assume that you're gonna be a more arrogant and selfish person, considering how spoiled you are, but when he found out just how sweet you really are.. yes, that was a pleasant surprise. and when he sees you trying to do something without anyone's help, he really does admire you. but hey, you can ask him for help, if you need it, he's not gonna think you're too lazy or anything like that. 

♡ riddle also was surprised when you thought the queen's rules were interesting and asked him to tell you more about them. like, he thought you'd be the last person to try and follow them. and then you said that you want to respect riddle's wish for everyone to follow the rules and you also just want to learn more about him. and what's the better way than asking him to help you memorize the rules?.. you were right, riddle did have a lot of fun, but then he started to slowly get distracted because of how cute your reactions were. you just kept going "oh, i see!~" and "how interesting, i'll make sure to remember that!", like, stop making him fall in love with you, y/n!

♡ when you start getting some VERY expensive gifts for him, he's torn between "y/n, i'm truly grateful, but you really didn't have to buy this for me" and ".. this is actually very beautiful". riddle really can't thank you enough for your gifts and his face gets red everytime he sees them, but he's not sure if he deserves all this stuff. when you assure him it's nothing and you just wanted to make him happy, he doesn't even know how to react. his heart just keeps beating faster when you are around and he doesn't know why.

♡ as riddle keeps learning more about you, he becomes ashamed of his first impressions of you. just how could he think you're rude and selfish just because of your family? you're such a kind and gentle person, you're like.. you're like a princess to him, haha. he doesn't know what to do with his feelings though, he wasn't sure if it's okay for him to accept your gifts, how is he supposed to know if it's okay to date you?? but um.. maybe his feelings are actually mutual.

leona kingscholar.

♡ .. he's literally a prince, so yeah, he's not that impressed. but yes, he's also a member of the "so your family likes to spoil you? oh, you're definitely not a good person" gang. and he's a bit jealous of how supportive your parents are, like sure, they get you a lot of gifts, but they also listen to you and they genuinely love you a lot. it must be nice to be a rich girl who's not only spoiled, but also loved and cared for.

♡ at first he tried to avoid you and said that he's not interested in talking to you, but when you kept on trying to know him better, he gave up. he just got tired and thought that if he tells you everything you want to know, you'll finally leave him alone. but he doesn't feel good about it, it's like.. of course, you'd expect him to eventually give up, you're used to getting everything you want. it's like he lost to you in a way.

♡ he's surprised that you're actually.. a very active and determined person for someone who's so spoiled and wealthy?? like sure, he already knew about kalim, but you had a completely different energy compared to him, so leona didn't expect you to be so curious about everything and wanting to become close with everyone. but he's not gonna lie, it's pretty fun to talk to you sometimes. though you are the one who usually does all the talking and this guy is just chilling, but he doesn't mind.

♡ leona can't understand what it is about you that makes him want to spend more and more time with you. he wasn't supposed to get attached to someone like you, but.. oh well, it's too late, he's totally in love with you. and people are not surprised at all, some of them even lowkey shipped you and leona, i mean, the prince and the girl who comes from an extremely rich family?? yeah, it was like shipping celebrities to them. 

azul ashengrotto.

♡ IF LEONA WASN'T IMPRESSED AT ALL, THIS MAN TOTALLY IS. like hi?? hello there?? do you wanna chat?? wanna discuss some stuff with him?? this guy is treating you like jamil now, he keeps trying to talk to you, he is very nice to you and he tries to impress you all the time. floyd finds it annoying and says things like "man, azul has a huge crush on this girl, doesn't he", even though he knows it's probably not a crush. NOT YET.

♡ but then, it happens. azul finds out that you're not only extremely rich, but you're also a very nice person who genuinely wants to be friends with him. oh no, now he feels a bit.. wrong. like why are you so kind to him?? he knows you don't need anything from him, so why would you even be interested in him?? and you also said that you like his personality and you think he's pretty.. why are you doing this to him. stop there, cute rich girl, STOP RUINING HIS PLANS.

♡ and now, the tables have turned. now you are the one who follows him around and goes "azul! azul! come on, let's chat~", azul has no idea what to do, HE EVEN TRIES HIDING FROM YOU WHEN HE HEARS YOUR VOICE. meanwhile the leech twins like to see him suffer, so they always tell you where you can find him. and when azul asks "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT", they go "azul, we're just trying to fix your love life". 

♡ azul even starts feeling guilty for trying to fool you in the past, it doesn't help that you said you like his personality, but that was just him trying to make you trust him. and he refuses to admit that he's in love with you, even though HE KNOWS THAT HE IS. he still tries to avoid you and push you away, because he feels like it would still be him lying to you if you two end up dating. so, if you don't want to lose him, you gotta tell him that you love him for who he is, no matter what! 

kalim al-asim.

♡ YEAH YOU TWO WOULD IMMEDIATELY BECOME BEST FRIENDS. when people saw just how good you two get along, everyone went "they are definitely gonna become a couple, aren't they". jamil is SO TIRED of you two. you and kalim always know what to talk about, you have similar interests and sometimes you have moments that make you two go "haha, that was cute, but we're still just friends! :).. we're just friends. totally." 

♡ you two would try to impress each other with cool gifts all the time. you'd be like "hey, kalim, look what i got you" and he'd be like "thank you so much, but look what I GOT YOU" and the cycle would never end. you just can't help it, you appreciate each other so much, you just really want to show how important this relationship is to you! but you two would never mention that all these gifts end up making you fall in love with each other even more.

♡ you would most likely have to be the one to confess your feelings to kalim, because even though he's not a shy type at all, he is pretty oblivious and he would think that you just see him as a friend. and even if you do see him as a friend, he doesn't mind at all! he just really likes to hang out with you and this relationship is precious to him, it doesn't matter if it's platonic or romantic. so, if you actually want more, you have to take that chance and tell him the truth!

♡ when you two become a couple, EVERYONE JUST KNOWS THAT YOU AND KALIM ARE GOING TO HAVE THE COOLEST DATES EVER. you and kalim never settle for something simple, if you are going on a date, YOU ARE GOING TO REMEMBER THIS DATE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. your dates are always fun, exciting and you two still end up giving each other way too many gifts. please go easy on him, y/n, jamil is the one who will have to figure out where he should put all of these. the urge to just throw them all out is strong though

vil schoenheit.

♡ vil also didn't trust you that much at first, though he had to admit that you have a really good taste in fashion. also your skincare/makeup products recommendations were very useful, at first vil was surprised that you know so much about it, but then he remembered that you can easily afford the best stuff. and as vil grew to understand you better, his conversations with you eventually started becoming much longer. 

♡ when vil found out just how mature you really are, he started respecting you even more. it was a nice surprise for him when he heard you say that you don't want people to think of you as someone lazy and selfish, because even though your parents like to spoil you a lot, you know that money has to be earned and you're grateful for everything that you have. now vil realized that you're actually a very hardworking and responsible person and he enjoyed talking to you even more.

♡ it takes a while for vil to realize that what he feels isn't just admiration and respect and that he actually has a crush on you. and when he does realize it, he is a bit confused, this feeling is new to him, after all. however, he still makes sure you see him as someone more confident and now, when he knows that he's in love with you, he really does want you to see only the best side of him. little does he know that you already love vil for who he is and you'd still love him no matter what flaws he has..

idia shroud.

♡ yeah, he's also one of those people who judged you when they first met you EVEN THOUGH HE LITERALLY ALSO COMES FROM A NOBLE FAMILY. idia thought that you're either gonna be kalim number two or you're actually much more rude and you're never gonna stop bullying him.. and it turned out to be the first one. oh well, now he has a different reason to avoid you, you're not only extremely rich and spoiled, you also want to talk to him more and you run to idia everytime you see him.

♡ when idia keeps refusing to talk to you and runs away from you, you just start finding out more and more info about him and you start getting as much anime/game merch for him as you can. you know his favorite series, his fandoms, his main interests, you've also asked ortho (who's just a sweet innocent boy who wants you and idia to become closer) about what kind of merch he wanted to get, idia absolutely has to pay attention to you now, right? good job, y/n, this guy is NOT leaving his room but it's because he can't stop looking at all the things you got for him.

♡ okay. um. maybe you're actually not so bad. maybe he actually wants to know a bit more about you. but idia is still too shy and he's not sure how to start a conversation with you, so you'll have to be the one to make the first move.. though you probably knew that already. and you're alright with being the one who's more talkative! you're even okay with simply sitting next to idia in total silence, you just enjoy his company that much.. and you just have a huge crush on him.

malleus draconia.

♡ .. like leona, he's also probably not that impressed. however, if leona is much more suspicious of you, malleus doesn't think you're a bad person at all, in fact, he actually can relate to your problems a lot. when you say that people tend to be scared of you, find you annoying or simply think you're a bad person, wow, malleus gets it. hey, maybe you two can bond over your loneliness? malleus sure could use some company.

♡ you and malleus understand each other very well and you two become friends very quickly. he likes to hear you talk about your family, your interests and your life, and even though he can easily get anything he wants, he still appreciates all your gifts and he likes looking at them everytime he feels a bit.. sad. malleus gets attached to you very quickly and he makes sure no one says anything bad about you because of your status and family. 

♡ you and malleus have a very strong relationship and you always know what to say when one of you is feeling down. malleus wishes people wouldn't judge you the minute they find out about your family, but you tell him you're used to it and you don't pay that much attention to it anymore. you have malleus now, right? and because of that, you don't have to feel so lonely anymore. and of course, this goes for malleus as well, he's very lucky to have someone as kind and understanding as you by his side. 

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi, sex witch! How you've been? I need help with something: I have a mtf friend in a relationship with a cis girl (like myself) and last week, whilst having wine over The Vampire Diaries, I commented (as a joke really) that I wouldn't mind being treated like one of the characters during one of the fight scenes. Basically, like an object, a ragdoll, if you will. BUT THEN my friend's gf said something along the lines of "oh i could do that to you" ............

Anyway, we scheduled a 3some and I need advice, because this is my first 3some ever! Should we use different condoms (hence why I specified my friend being mtf)? Some tips on what I should do or say if I want to be treated like a literal object?? Do I have to like, distance myself after so I don't "ruin" their relationship?

I tried Google, but it only showed me porn :( I need real advice!

hi anon,

wow, this one's a roller coaster. let's address those questions in a numbered list:

1.) if you're asking whether trans women should use some kind of special condom that's different from what cis men use, no. condoms are condoms; all that matters is that you're using something that fits properly and no one is allergic to.

if you're asking whether or not you can use the same condom between multiple partners, absolutely fucking not. you need a different condom for every partner but also for every orifice and, ideally, every sex act. it's particularly important to swap out after anal sex; DO NOT ever take any object of insertion straight from an anus to a mouth or vagina. the risk of transmitting fecal matter is too high and too risky.

2.) you should be talking to the people you're planning on having sex with about how you want to be treated during sex. all of you should do that regardless of what that entails; no one has the ability to know what their partner(s) will want during sex without asking. set a time to talk about your preferences, boundaries, and expectations, and pick a better time than "when you are in the middle of trying to have sex with each other."

3.) if you think there's a chance that having sex with these people will ruin their relationship, you should not be having sex with them. they should not be having with you. none of you should be having sex with each other. this is something you all need to talk about with each other in order to make sure your relationships aren't going to be hurt by this. if you're not mature enough to talk about it, odds are high that you're also not mature enough to have sex without your relationships also taking a hit.

listen, the trick to having mutually enjoyable sex is the same regardless of how many people are involved. it's communication.

#sex edventures 2023

[soup-scope]

DUN DUN!

You have been bitten by the mutual virus. To cure yourself, you must provide one reason why you follow each of your mutuals before sending this to others (whether mutuals or not) while in anon.

Good luck!

This… is gonna be so long…..

@star-sheeps : absolutely fucking hilarious. i always catch myself giggling whenever i see one of ur posts!! i also loved the ‘styling the listeners’ lil series u were doing i love fashion content sm. you were also one of the first people i followed when i first joined the redacted fandom🫡🫡

@caramel-metal : you somehow find the funniest shit to ever exist. your blog is a genuine gold mine for content i would’ve have seen otherwise it’s so‼️‼️‼️‼️

@taelonsamada : i thought it was a mistake when u followed me back 😭😭 but ī absolutely ADORE your writing. i constantly find myself rereading between me you and the fence post ehehehe. i’m gonna be ordering your new book soon and i’ve been vibrating at a frequency that’s impossible to witness with the naked eye (translation: im very excited)

@davidsfanclub : ANOTHER PERSON THAT MAKES ME GIGGLE. i loved ur angel design the first time i saw them and it’s genuinely infected and rotted my brain like THATS how i see angel too now omg. a very creative mind that makes me want to nibble on it

@artbykays : another person who i thought followed me back by mistake. *THE* best listener designs omg. THE ANGEL DESIGN EVER. AAAAAAAAAAAA. i genuinely love ur redacted art sm i had heart palpitations the day u followed me back

@basiliskbrews : another one of my first moots!!! i love citrus with a burning passion. i witnessed u rebrand ur blog and i still absolutely adore all and any content you put out. your vega and warden design has me frothing and convulsing on the ground like a fish abandoned on a deck.

@mothmayhem : I MISS YOU💕💕💕 another moot that has me giggling and kicking my feet. constantly has me twirling my hair and laughing ehehehe. i still can’t get over how you CALLED the david and asher proposals like dawg. how

@beedoes-stuff : GIGGLE ALERT. aka another moot that makes me laugh my ass off. not only do u post absolute bangers you have a tendency to reblog them too and i always have to put my phone down for a few mins

@themonotonysyndrome : it took me three tries to spell ur user right. we got another castin lover in this house 🤝🤝 i want to bite you on the head and then maul you. (all said with love and extreme amounts of affection) I LOVE HOW U TALK ABOUT BRIGHT AAAAA. i want to take a gigantic chunk out of ur writing i love it sm it has me rolling around and flailing

@falkea : MISS YOU💕💕. THE ANGEL DESIGN THAT EXECUTED ME ON THE SPOT. i hit the floor when u followed me back like my mouth was AGAPE. your quinn and darlin art genuinely changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same. a very big art inspiration for me. i shake with anticipation whenever i wait for ur next posts.

@vaselinepot : sometimes all you need is a silly lil moot who says the funniest shit unprompted. sometimes i have to put my phone down and breathe. i miss u vaseline come home

@darlin-collins : ANOTHER MOOT THAT MAKES ME LAUGH. YALL ARE FUNNY AS FUCK. however whenever you talk about the imperium i have to mentally prepare myself to be mentally and physically crushed.

@jollyfang : I LOVE THE REDACTED ART SM AAAAAA. another person who’s follow sent me into cardiac arrest. THE GAVIN DESIGN THAT HAD ME SWEATING. i love how you draw portraits it has me falling in love with ur art all over again when i see that u post.

@thevqid : i think we need to sit down and have a talk. idk about what. i just know that one of us isn’t leaving that room alive. said with all the love i can possibly muster. i love u tho💕💕

@beemybella : genuinely one of the sweetest people i’ve ever interacted with. i love being on ur tag list smth whenever you post it tosses me out of artblock and FILLS me with inspiration 💕💕

@konnorhasapen : PIRATE AU PIRATE AU AAAAAAAAA. i love your writing sm i need to be beaten back with a stick. i’m going to fist fight with you in a parking lot one of these days. i’m so glad you made it back into ur account. i love u sm from afar i feel like a maiden waiting for her husband to return home from the war.

@bratty-telepath : so shape. so shape. i love how stylized your work is. make an art book. please. graphic design IS your passion like pls spare some good character designs and interesting layouts for the rest of us. another moot who id be down the fist fight. this is a fight that i know id get my ass kicked during tho. like my body bent at angles no one is capable of. said with love ofc

@lovesstateofmatter : i always forget we’re moots until you interact with my shit and i bounce around for 5 minutes straight. YOUR BLAKE AND ELLIOT ART. I STILL THINK ABOUT IT. that’s fr how i imagine them now 😭😭

@friendly-waffles : TANKTANKTANKTANKTANK I LOBE UR TANK DESIGJ SM AAAAAAA. AND ANGEL AAAAA. i want to bite your art and SHAKE like a rabid animal. i think about ur sam and darlin art daily. i hit the floor when we became moots

@peraltuki : THE WWDITS X REDACTED VIDS 😭😭 we joined the redacted tumblr at like the same time so i feel a bonded connection to u. ily. you have the best fucking posts they have me sobbing on the floor (cause i giggle too hard)

@doodleanddie : your redacted doodles killed me, sent me to heaven, then dragged me back down to hell and then reincarnated me as a fly. i love ur art and all ur doodles have so much character it’s WILD. (i miss u💕)

@epsi-l0n - your thoughts are so incredibly big brained i want to pick apart ur brain and take a few bites while i’m at it. i think if we fought it’d be the battle of the ages. simply because i think we both *CANT* fight so it’d just be entertaining to every witness

@dollvre : VINCENT STAN HIIIIII. finding another vincent lover and taylor swift enjoyer in this fandom had my brain exploding. tell me what zsakuva videos i should watch. i’m too indecisive to choose what series i want to get into. i think we need to hold hands and exchange rings 👍

@mrsmiagreer : Niyah i would genuinely kill for you. tell me a name. or names. plural. i would quite literally do anything for you. say the word. BUT I LOVE UR WRITING SM PLS MAKE A TAGLIST PLS

@oceanicwhitetipshark : whenever i feel myself drifting from redacted. i get a notif that you’ve posted and i’m immediately pulled back in by all ur writings and your thoughts. ur genuinely so talented and so incredibly sweet di i’m very glad we’re moots

@kelseadelle : i’ve never loved women more in my entire life. the way u draw has me wanting to sacrifice myself to the nearest woman for no reason other than that they’re a woman. your evie and ranger art. id give anything to be a werewolf.

@romeo-the-homeo : there can only be one trans jackass in the redacted fandom there isn’t enough room for the both of us. we should totally combine our physical forms and ascend to a higher form of being. and then get a wendy’s frosty or smth.

@plutobutartsy : stella. LIGHT OF MY LIFE💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I LOVE UR DESIGNS SM YOUR ART IS SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE HOW YOU SEE THE LISTENERS AAAAA. YOUR FAITHFUL DESIGN HAS SHOT ME THROUGH THE HEART ILY AAAAAAA

@clover-46 : whenever smth messy happens i always appear in ur dms 😭😭 i love obsessing over hush with you and giggling in our dms💕💕. YOUR DESIGNS SLAP SO HARD. i hope you know that i think of your milo design on the daily. he’s my little girlfriend and i’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life

@celestecreateschaos : trying to type out ur user gave me an aneurysm. I ALSO MISS GEORDI SM WHERE IS HE. you’re genuinely so funny you constantly have me giggling. i wanna tape an x-ray of ur brain to my wall.

@venuslove-28-replies : HIIIIOIOIIIIOOOOEDIIWIWISIDOW. one of these days i’m going to shake you so hard you come apart like a mr potato head. your art has me wanting to bite you and not let go. all your designs have me AAAAKAOSAIKALA

@peacefullibrarian : i will never get over that one piece of writing u did about lasko and his listener. the “like the fan” has me slamming myself into the ground imagining them interacting. make a tag list. make a tagLIST RN AND ADD ME

@morgansplace : hi king i’m going to evict you from this plane of existence. (translation: i love you and i love how incredibly creative you are. i want to eat ur nails. i think we could solve all the worlds problems if we held hands and spun in a circle until we fell over from dizziness. i think it’d be nice)

@heshheshfish : omw to send u a cease a desist. your walls are very comfortable. i have officially devoured all tress-passers who have crossed my unwelcome path. i only accept offerings in the form of whole blocks of cheddar cheese. (translation: hi hehe)

@teaseat : i don’t think i can genuinely put into words how much i love u tea. you have me CACKLING. and other days you have me needing to put down my phone to take a minute. anyways. IN SO GLAD IM IN UR TAGLIST HEHEHE I LOVE UR WRITING SM AAAAAAA

@deviantaj : you make me want to listen to marina and the diamonds and then kill someone. aj ily. you make me giggle. i think if we were ever put into the same room we’d probably cause a cataclysmic event that no one could ever recover from.

@swanconcerto : HOLLYYYYYYYYYYUEJFJE. ily holly my favorite person to ever exist you have me twirling my hair and giggling i’d give anything to exist in ur presence. holly i am in ur basement.

@messenger-of-stupidity : i love your writing so much it has completely rewired my brain i think we should tussle outside and then hold pinky’s or smth. THE VEGA LOVE>>>>> i wait with baited breath for your vega fic

@shawslut : i love ur blog layout sm how do you do it. we both go by ray/rae so i think maybe we should do a lil dance to decide which ones superior. your geordi fic had me wanting to test the sharpness of my new kitchen knives. i will eat you one of these days.

@4letteraroace : i want to bite your hands so bad bro. i still think about ur darlin dance fic. now i know nothing about dance but i could fucking picture what was going on and it HURT. i think your keyboard deserves to be taken away. it should also be taken away because of how u interact with lemon on a daily basis 😭😭

@milosirlgf : hi jaydyn i think one of these days you’ll genuinely rule the world so pls remember that i am nothing but ur undying servant hi. i’m going to empty my life savings in ur name.

@terrazaurio : YOUR DAVID AND ANGEL DESIGN AAAAAAAAA RAHHHHHHHH. i want to bite someone’s head off. i get horrific cute aggression whenever i see your work. i think if we ever existed in the same section of the universe the space time continuum would collapse

@goodboyaudios : i think we should fist fight.

@tunasfishbowl : i think we should paint each others nails and then watch horror movies. tuna ur designs have me gasping for air on a daily basis i lost my mind when we became moots.

@yoteako : THE LASKO DESIGN EVER. INCREDIBLE WOLF BOY DESIGNS. i lobe how u draw them as grown men. idk if that makes any sense but it does to me. also enlightened me to the idea that is vega and brachium omg the most brain idea ever. when we became moots i breakdanced on the hardwood floor

@echovale052 : HI ECHOOO i’m taking a few chomps out of all of ur works like your art style is so pleasant i wanna EAT IT. i think that if we fought we’d probably end up destroying a few small towns.

@kittyshaw : HI REIIIIIII 💕💕💕💕 genuinely one of my fav people. you have the best takes and omg i love ur headcanons sm. i am going to eat ur brain one of these days. any second you aren’t moving i’m only getting closer

@lovelylonerliterature : i’ve read your cutie/geordi fix it fic an ungodly amount of times. (also a shadows appeal……) i love ur writing and interpretations of the redacted characters so much. your ability to capture angst has me wanting to throw myself into the abyss.

@elisacaleisa : another user i struggled to spell 💔💔. THE BEST MORGAN DESIYJ IVE EVER SEEN THATS MY MAN THATS MY WIFE I LOST MY SHIT M.LWFIIWKSJWIWO. i’m going to bite and shake your gavin design. i think our brains should combine at some point for fun

@sweetlemongrove : Lemon u are the light of my life. please make a taglist and add me to it. i love you. THE LOMLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. also ur blog layout is so pretty what.

I LOVE YOU ALL MOOTS‼️‼️‼️

(Ok but in all seriousness. This is my first time ever really fully interacting with a fandom and not just lurk. To be able to interact with an incredibly creative and kind fandom has been a pleasure :)))) thank you all for all the work you do!!!!)

#rayrayspeaks #oh my god this took so long #this felt like it was the night before Valentine’s Day and I haven’t finished making the cards yet #I was in panic mode #this took me a DAY #for the moots I haven’t really interacted with yet…. I still have love for u guys 👍👍👍 #I’m just horrifically awkward 👍