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Pseudowho's Original JJK Masterlist

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Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Suguru Geto

Choso Kamo

Aoi Todo

JJK multi-character fics

Nanami Kento Masterlist

Updated: 28th March 2024

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking. 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

Higuruma Hiromi Masterlist

Updated: 6th March 2024

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Calamus et Gladius (the pen and the sword) 🔥💕💔☕-- slow-burn, enemies to lovers Culling Game smut with Higuruma and a foreign reader

Daddy 🔥☕💕-- dating apps are a hazard for men like Higuruma Hiromi...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Higuruma x Reader x Nanami sex-pollen threesome

Fellatio 🔥-- the bathtub lawyer receives head in his office.

Fumus et Ignis 🔥💕-- sometimes, Hiromi smokes and ties you up while he makes you ride him.

Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm Stuck!' with Hiromi, two bottles of wine and a compromising position with his gavel.

Hiromi and Nemo ☕-- tales of Higuruma Hiromi, and his little black cat.

Hiromi Higuruma Relationship Headcanons ☕🔥💕

In Flagrante Delicto 💔☕🔥💕-- Higuruma struggles to adapt to life as a sorcerer, refusing all of your offers to help...until he needs you.

"I've Committed a Crime" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕-- Higuruma is a ruthless tease

Jus in Bello: A Judicious Domain 💔🔥💕-- The reader throws Higuruma out of their home after they struggle to adapt to his new Cursed power...and the reader must then hunt him down in the Culling Game, to bring him home.

Men with Big Noses 🔥💕-- you reveal a kink for Higuruma's nose, and he shows you exactly what he can do with that.

Milk and Honey 💕🔥-- Hiromi is obsessed with your milk, and loves you while you sleep.

Office Besties ☕💕-- Hiromi and you are just friends...right?

Sanguis et Vinum 🔥💕-- period sex with Higuruma

Shower drabble ☕💕-- Higuruma comforts you after a bad day.

The Stairwell 🔥💕-- You've been teasing Higuruma all day at the office; he catches up to you, eventually.

Vinum Rubrum 🔥💕-- wine is better when you share a glass...and your mouths.

The Widow's Keeper ☕💔💕-- The reader and Higuruma traverse the complexities of love and grief, after the death of Nanami Kento, her first husband.

"Your Honour" Ask and Drabble 💕🤡🔥-- Hiromi forgets your name as he cums.

Suguru Geto Masterlist

Updated: 23rd February 2024

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Deadly Nightshade 🐙🔥💕-- a Suguru Geto "sex pollen" fic.

Kamo Choso Masterlist

Updated: 28th December 2023

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Glory Glory 🔥☕-- 'Help, I'm stuck!' on a mission together, and virgin Choso is offered the opportunity of a lifetime.

Snowhere to Go ☕💕-- When your date plans are foiled by the snow, you and Choso make your own fun with a stack of old board games.

Aoi Todo Masterlist

Updated: 27th January 2024

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Act of the Soul 🔥-- Aoi Todo uses his Boogie Boogie on the reader during sex.

JJK's Multi-Character Masterlist

Updated: 31st March 2024

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Being gross in long-term comfortable relationships ☕💕-- with Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Yuuta, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuuji and Ino

"Cumfaces" Ask and Drabble 🤡

Defending Your Honour ☕💕-- the JJK boys are sick of the creeps and perverts who harass our dear reader.

Nanami, Todo and Geto

Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji

Gojo, Megumi and Nobara, Inumaki and Toji

Firemen 💔☕💕-- the JJK Crew rescue the Reader, and fall in love at the same time.

Nanami and Higuruma Aesthetics: ☕ 'Besto Friendos' dichotomies

Neat Suit/Messy Suit

Cold Anger/Hot Anger

"Stay down!" Fighter/"Get Up!" Fighter

City-Skyline Penthouse/Converted-Factory Penthouse aesthetics

IKEA Flat-pack Aesthetics

How They Ejaculate 🔥📚-- a physiological ejaculation study of Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Toji, Higuruma and TrueForm!Sukuna

Penis Synonym Smutfics 🤡🔥 -- with Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Takuma Ino, Gojo Satoru and Inumaki Toge

Penpals (a Panda fic) 🐼☕-- he didn't mean to Catfish you. Honestly.

Shower Mat 🔥💕-- the reader buys an 'old lady shower mat'...that makes shower shenanigans suddenly possible.

Takuma Ino as a Young Dad ☕💕-- when Takuma unexpectedly becomes a father...

The Rebounds 🔥💕-- Yuuta and Maki show you the date of your life, after you're dumped

They Find You Wearing This...Unsexy Monstrosity 🤡 -- with Itadori Yuuji, Satoru Gojo, Higuruma, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami and Suguru

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kvtie444 · 5 months

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✧.*SHES GOT A BOYFRIEND ANYWAY

A/N: wanted this to be a chris fic at first bc hes the type to steal ur girl but the public chose against it💔I have more plans for him tho dw xx

Summary: basically sex by the 1975 lolz

Warnings: smut lol, nsfwwwwww, cheating??!!

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"Pull over," I grumbled, gazing out of the window. Leo, my boyfriend, and I had just had yet another argument on our way to a party. He had just started accusing me of cheating, which, well I was, though his own loyalty was questionable. I zoned out, drowning out the echoes of his yelling, only to be abruptly pulled back to reality by a sudden stop – we were at a petrol station.

I opened the door and stepped out, the cool air sending a shiver through my body, just wearing a mini dress. "Call me when you're done being a b-" I cut him off by slamming his door shut and headed toward the station's entrance without looking back, the distant revving of his engine signalling his departure.

Frustrated, I decide to reach out to the one person I know will get under his skin the most—Matt. Me and Matt had been hooking up on the low, but it was fairly obvious with the 24/7 flirting anytime we were near each other. I sit down on the curb as I press on his contact and call. After 2 rings he picks up. “hello?” he sounds rather surprised to be hearing from you out of nowhere.

Seating myself on the curb, I press on Matt's contact and make the call. After two rings, he answers, sounding surprised to hear from me so unexpectedly.

"Hello?" he says.

"Hey, can you do me a favour and pick me up, please?"

“Yeah of course, you okay? where are you?” he bombardes me with questions. "I'm at the petrol station by the high street. Leo's being difficult, so I decided to bail before we headed out," I reply. I hear his front door shut and the jingle of keys as he starts driving.

"I'll be there in a bit," he says, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. In a flash, his car arrives. I circle around and hop in. "Hey, thank you," I say in a soft tone, going in for a hug. He envelops me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his nose in my hair. "Anytime, thought you might need this" he replies, reaching behind him to the backseat, where he grabs his blue flannel button-up. I look up and smile at him. "You are the best," I say happily as he drapes the shirt around me, assisting me in putting it on.

"Can't believe he just left you here with nothing. The little dick" he mutters before taking a moment to appreciate me. "My shirt looks good on you," he smirks at me. I bite the inside of my cheek before giving him a smile, his cologne on the shirt sending me a wave of comfort.

As he starts to pull out of the station, I throw my head back, groaning. "These Converse are killing me," I whine. "Then take them off," he laughs at me, steering with one hand as he merges onto the main road. I breathe out a laugh as I remove my shoes, tossing them in the backseat. His eyes briefly glance down to my thighs before he places his hand on them.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and a swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach. Glancing ahead, it dawns on me that neither of us mentioned our destination, but a familiar route to Matt's house unfolds, and I don't voice any objections.

His hand inches higher, his pinky finding its place beneath the hem of my skirt. Breaking the silence, he remarks, "Your little friend is delusional for not worshiping you and being a little bitch. If you were my girl, I'd treat you like a princess." ,the car still thick with sexual tension. I turn to look at him, only to find his gaze already fixed on me. His hand now lifts my dress whilst still driving one handed, and his fingers delicately play with the waistband of my thong. "And I think we both know that I fuck you better," he continues, pulling and snapping my waistband against my skin, causing my breath to hitch.

I merely hum in agreement, recognizing a recurring pattern of our conversations taking a sexual turn. His thumb traces circles on the crease of my thigh, as I’m sensitive to even the slightest touch, grabbing his wrist. "Please, Matt," I sigh, using both hands on his wrist in an attempt to pull him closer to my core.

"Please, what, baby?" he teases, smirking. "Use your hands," I whine, unintentionally bucking my hips up, yearning for his touch. "Good girl," he says, pulling my panties to the side and running his fingers through my folds. "Who made you this wet, hm?" he groans at my wetness, attempting to keep his eyes on the road. "You did," I reply, throwing my head back as he inserts his ring finger into me, skilfully pumping his fingers. "Fuck," he groans, hearing the slick noises coming from me as I moan softly. Adding another finger, I moan, "Fuck, Matt," grabbing onto the headrest behind me. He uses his thumb to rub circles on my clit, and I screw my eyes shut in pure bliss.

Suddenly, he withdraws, and I open my eyes, whining in annoyance at the loss of contact. His hand now on the handbrake, he turns off the engine. Looking up, I realize we've arrived back at the house. He opens his door without saying a word, and I readjust my underwear and skirt before following him inside. He takes my hand, and we head straight to his room.

As soon as we step inside, he presses me against the door, his hands never leaving my waist. Leaning in, he finally kisses me, the intensity quickly escalating. His tongue slips in shortly before he pulls away, leaving open-mouthed kisses from my cheek to my jaw and neck. I feel him start to suck as he mumbles phrases like "my pretty girl" and "mine."

In this moment, I don’t care about the hickeys ; everything is too euphoric right now. Rising once more, he kisses me, his hand gliding beneath my thigh, lifting me, and moving us to his bed. Tossing me onto it, he climbs on top, pressing himself against me, and tenderly kissing my neck while removing his shirt from my body. The intensity of desire overrides any inclination for foreplay. I reach down to touch him, feeling his already hard member. Swiftly, I lower his sweats and boxers as I subtly move my hips, allowing my dress to ascend. He cages my head between his hands, once again pulling my panties aside.

Positioning his tip at my entrance, he starts tapping it against my clit and gliding it up and down my folds, gathering my arousal. A shared moan escapes both of us as he gradually eases in, thrusting deliberately slow. "Faster, Matt," I whimper, prompting an immediate acceleration as his hips forcefully meet mine, creating a resonant slapping sound in the room. A stream of curses escapes my lips, as he watches himself moving in and out of me. His tatted arm shifts to my thigh, pushing it up towards my chest, achieving a deeper angle. Groaning as I tighten around him, his free hand moves to stimulate my clit.

"Whose pussy is this, baby?" Matt's groans against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Yours, Matt," I moan in response. A smile plays on his lips against the side of my face as he kisses my jaw. Pulling back slightly, he shifts his hand to my neck. "Mm, does your boyfriend ever make you feel this good?" he asks, his grip tightening around my neck. I moan as he keeps hitting my G-spot. "Answer me," he demands, his hold around my neck growing firmer. "No, he'll never compare to you," I moan. "Oh, fuck," he groans, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

My legs grow weak as I tighten around Matt. "Matt, please, I'm so close," I whimper. "Taking me so well, let go for me, baby," he responds. I moan as I climax around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he releases inside me shortly after, muttering curses under his breath.

He pulls out slowly, turning over and leaning against the headboard. Pulling me up, he kisses my forehead while gently toying with my hair.

"I think you should break up with your boyfriend," he says, looking down at me. I gaze back into his blue eyes, no longer filled with lust but now a sense of love.

"I think so too."

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #imagine #angst #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #smut #Spotify

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kika-writes · 7 days

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deunk ib love - l.n + o.p

Warnings: alcohol, death jokes, sex jokes

Pairing: Lando Norris x Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

Summary: Silly Lando gets drunk

3:12pm

Lan 🧡: guys 🗣️🗣️

Osc: 👋

Y/N: oh god, u only use 🗣️ when you’re gonna announce u spent 8 grand on hair products

Lan 🧡: urmmmm, ur so rude y/n, no one likes u

Y/N: yeah well I’m dating two ppl rn so pattern up norris

Lan 🧡: nah

Osc: lando, now’s the time to say “sorry ily, imma buy u Starbucks”

Lan 🧡: I’ll poison it

Y/N: I’ll drink it angel cakes 💀

Osc: girl-

Lan 🧡: I’m gonna take ur ability to walk

Y/N: what u gonna do, hump my leg

Osc: mate y’all stop bickering pls

Lan 🧡: dearest Oscar jack piastri, you have been formally invited to the “I FRICKIN HATE Y/N CLUB 🗣️”. Would you like to accept?

Y/N: 💔💔💔

Osc: I humbly request you to shut the FUCK up

Lan 🧡: that’s to 😔😔 only alcohol can save my heart 😢

Y/N: pls remind me to never have kids with that

Osc: oh please, I’d remind you with my own sanity in mind at first

8:56pm

Lan 🧡: ew y/n ur fsce is nto giving

Y/N: eat dirt bitch

Osc: no pls not again

Lan 🧡: LOIK I DIFNT EVNE SAY ANTHIN AMD SEH STARTS HSVING A GO AT MR

Y/N: @osc hé sound drunk to u or drunk drunk

Osc: dude he sound wasted 😍

Lan 🧡: YESH IM WSTED. WASTED MY TIEM ON YUO

Osc: cool

Y/N: make it stop talking

Osc: LMFAO “IT”

Lan 🧡: FYM I AM NOT AN IT

Osc: Lando what does fym mean to u?

Lan 🧡: FUCK UR MUM

Y/N: 😨😨😨😨

Osc: someone make him shut up

Y/N: ur the one with the mouth-stopped attached between ur legs

Osc: oh yeah lando come upstairs

Lan 🧡: NO UR GNNA FUKC ME 😡😡😡😡

Osc: that’s the idea yes

Lan 🧡: 😁😁😁 coming

Y/N: odd cretin am I right

Lan 🧡: OR SHLD I SYA

Osc: don’t u even fuckign think about it u little brunette bastard

Lan 🧡: IM CUMMING 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Y/N: …

Lan 🧡: LOOOOOOL 😂😂😂😅😅😅😂🤣🤣🥲🤣😂😂😊😊😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🥲🤣😂🤣🥲🤣🤣🤣🥲🤣🥲🥲

Osc: my boner just deflated.

Lan 🧡: sit on my face 😍😍😍

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris smut #lando x reader #oscar piastri x fem!reader #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #landoscad fanfic #landoscar fanfic #landoscar x reader #landoscar

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gallerygourmet · 1 month

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Worship

pairing: Anakin x reader

words: 541

content warning: uh smut, unprotected sex, oral sex f receiving, spanking, thats it i think

summary: “Anakin hated it when you went on missions. He knew others wanted you. Anakin craved your presence; he needed to be with you. He thought about you every second of every day. He hated how others looked at you when he wasn't around. You were everything he ever wanted. What makes you think others didn’t feel the same?”

i will write more i promise im just new to tumblr fics💔

enjoy<3

You were assigned a particularly long mission that required you to leave for two months. After breaking the news to Anakin, he begged you to stay.

Anakin paced nervously in front of you, his hands clasped tightly. "Please, don't go on this mission," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

You frowned, puzzled by his sudden outburst. "Anakin, you know this assignment is crucial for the Order. I have to go."

"But what if something happens to you out there?" he implored, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. You knew he was coming up with excuses to make you stay. “Ani, tell the truth, why do you really want me to stay?" you begged. “What if... you meet someone else?"

You shook your head, trying to hide your surprise. "Anakin, you know there's no one else for me. You're the one I love."

He swallowed hard, his expression torn between doubt and longing. "I just... I hate it when others look at you… can't bear the thought of losing you to someone else," he confessed, his voice a whisper, forcing tears away. “Someone holding you, touching you the way I do,” he growled, his voice becoming more bold with each word.

“Ani, stop…” Gently, you reached out and took his hand, pulling him close. "Anakin, trust me. My heart belongs to you, and nothing will ever change that. I'll come back to you, I promise," you said as you began kissing him gently and swiping your thumb on his pouting lips.

The bright purples and pinks in the sky began to fall into starlight. A dim glow began filtering through the window, and Anakin and you were entwined, your breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. As you gazed into his impossibly gorgeous eyes, your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.

Anakin's hands traced delicate patterns along your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps. Your bodies moved together in synchrony as he began kissing you more passionately. “Ani!” you moaned as he forced his tongue through your lips and began exploring your mouth. This went on for what seemed like hours until he abruptly stopped and whisked you away to the bed. You pouted as he stood at the edge of the bed, breathing slowly as he was taking you all in. You felt a little nervous when he whispered how beautiful you looked in the moonlight.

He slowly climbed onto the bed and continued kissing you impossibly slow. “Please, Ani,” you begged as you pleaded with him to do something about your growing wetness. After what seemed like forever, with gentle caresses and whispered words of affection, Anakin began trailing kisses along your neck, igniting a fire that blazed between your legs. Taking his time, Anakin explored every inch of your skin. His hands moved with purpose, tracing patterns of pleasure along your curves, eliciting soft gasps and moans of ecstasy. With each touch, Anakin focused on making you feel cherished and adored, his movements slow and deliberate as he worshipped your body with reverence. Finally, he reached your impossibly wet center, and without any hesitation, he plunged into you, licking and kissing your folds, causing you to arch your back desperately holding back your quickly growing peak. He reveled in the way you moaned his name and gripped his curls, pushing him closer and closer. You became tense as you reached your climax, and he helped you ride it out by continuing his movements. You quickly pushed his head away when you couldn’t take the increased pleasure. He took pride in making you feel good, and that only made his growing hardness all the more noticeable. Even though you’ve seen him in all his glory before, it still shocks you. “Please…” He begged you to let him make you feel good again. He was desperate, and you secretly liked making him feel that way. “Yes, baby,” you said as you got off the bed. He gasped as you pushed him on his back and crawled on top of him. “Baby, let me fuck you, please,” you certainly shushed him when you slowly lowered yourself on his length. He didn’t hold back his breathy moans when you began riding him. “Y/N,” he groaned as you kissed his sensitive spots on his neck, almost definitely leaving small bruises. Soon you picked up the pace, eliciting louder, more needy moans from Anakin. At this point, he grabbed your waist and forcibly bounced you on his cock, allowing him to become more dominant. “I want you to moan my name, baby… who makes you feel good,” he whispered in your ear, leaving goosebumps. You moaned, but you’re unable to do what he asks until he slaps your ass and growls, “Say it” more forcefully. This movement makes you tilt your head back in bliss. “Only yo…only you make me feel good, Ani,” you moan. “Ani- I’m gonna” you plead as you reach your climax a second time. “Just a little bit longer, baby,” he bounces you faster and faster so you can reach your peak together. You both moan as you cum together, and you collapse on his chest, feeling how slick with sweat you both are. “I love you,” he says between pants as he wraps his arms around you.

As he held onto you tightly, his fear slowly melting away. "Please be safe," he murmured, his voice whispering with emotion.

You hugged him tightly, feeling the weight of his love and vulnerability. "I will. I'll always come back to you, Anakin."

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #hayden christensen #anakin smut

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aajjks · 1 year

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Scream, Baby. (m)

synopsis. He had a lot of victims but unfortunately, you became the victim of his love.

pairing: yan!ghostface!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings: YANDERE, extreme themes, horror, mentions of bl*od, killi*gs, m*rders, d-ad bodies, self h-rm, obsession, unstable behaviour, possessiveness, unhealthy way of “loving”, manipulation, triggering themes.

part of @taetaecherub’s fear festival! ^^ please check out the other fics as well, all of them are a treat!!! 😭🙏

note. HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS. the collab finally comes to an end 💔 I had so much fun with all of the girls and the fics???? Oh my gosh. I had the chance to work with so many amazing writers. thanks neon for hosting the collab. I Hope you all will love this, leave feedback please? ENJOY.

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Spending his time with you was his favourite part of the day, Jungkook adored you so much, you were his favourite, his favourite person, You were his only best friend.

“Jungkook! Not again, seriously?!” You whined, your voice like honey to him, Jungkook turned his head to look at you sitting on the couch right beside him.

He smiled. “What Y/N?” He knew but he just loved to hear your voice, so much.

He watched you as you rolled your eyes at him, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.

You were just so cute.

“Another horror movie?! Gosh! JK, I seriously don’t get your obsession with them!” Jungkook clicked his tongue, looking at you with a lazy gaze.

“You know I love them almost as much as I love you, sweetheart.” He winked, flirty tone dripping from his lips.

You suck your teeth in. “Ehh you’re so bad at flirting,” laughing, you grab the remote from his hands.

Catching him off guard.

“But first… I want to watch the news.” It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, not at you though, never you.

Just at the upcoming situation.

Jungkook sighed, watching you change channels after channels until you come across your favourite one.

Fuck.

“One body has been found at the downtown Derryviles alley, the victim has been unable to be identified due to the disfigured face.” The news reporters voice echoed in Jungkook’s ears, his eyes glued on the T.V screen.

He remembered that so clearly. How could he not? He never forgot.

“This is the 34th victim killed with the same pattern. An unknown knife type used to stab the victim 17 times in the gut and disfiguring of the face.”

You gasped.

“JUNGKOOK?!” The man almost jumped from the couch at your loud voice. He turned his head towards your direction.

Your E/C eyes filled with fear and shock, you look at him like he’s the one who’s done this.

He is the one.

“W-What Y/N?!” Jungkook stuttered, avoiding your eyes. It was like you could see right through him, it was like you could see all of the things he’d done that night.

“I-It happened near the café…kook.” Your tone was wavy, Jungkook’s eyes softened, you were scared.

You were scared of him.

“I-I can’t believe this…. Th-This psycho killer is absolutely nuts!” You bite your lip, if your expression wasn’t so lovely, he would feel a little insulted.

You wouldn’t understand him even if he told you.

“O-Oh my god…. W-What if that killer kills me next!!?”

“ARE YOU STUPID?!” Jungkook cut you off. He grabbed your body and shook your shoulders, his eyes were wide.

How could you even think that?

Jungkook stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze filled with a dark glint, he chewed on his lower lip. You noticed a change in his demeanour.

He was being weird.

“I’ll always protect you! N-Nothing will ever harm you- I-I won’t let it! Don’t worry!” He sighed deeply.

“Are you okay, kook?”

He blinked, “I-I just don’t want you to be scared, Y/N.” Jungkook smiled, his shoulders relaxed, you noticed.

He was always a weirdo, you loved him for that. But his reaction was quite actually weird. But then again, it was your friend, jungkook.

“And didn’t you notice? Most of his victims are men anyways…. If anything? You need to protect me!”

“literally shut the fuck up!” you both giggled together as the news anchors voice faded under the loud sound of your laughter, you punched him playfully and his giggles only became louder.

“UGH STOOOP!” You cried as he tickled you. “I-I UGH NEED T-TO TELL YOU SOMETHING PLEASE!” You giggled from the sensation.

“What?” He breathed heavily, his eyes crinkled from his expression. “Did you know a creep tried to hit on me at the coffee house?”

Jungkook stopped laughing.

“But y’know that coworker of mine? y’know the one I think hates my guts? Come on! You know his name is Yoongi!? He saved me and shooed the creep away….” You stretched your arms, getting up to sit on the couch.

You felt your friends gaze on you. “Ahhh don’t worry kook, Yoongi is pretty good at intimidating people…. He can be pretty scary…”

No response.

“Also shit!!! I have to meet up with Do-il! Come on let’s finish the movie so you won’t whine about how I don’t give you time anymore.”

“Y/N?” After what felt like eternity, Jungkook finally spoke, you hummed, opening Netflix to put on Jungkook’s favourite movie.

“We’ve literally watched this so- You love me more right?”

You halted your movements, the atmosphere of the room took a turn, Jungkook wasn’t kidding around, he sounded so serious,

Scared even.

“Of course kook, you’re my number 1.”

He’s my boyfriend, and you’re my best friend.

“Can’t you stay with me… tonight?”

“No I can’t, kook.”

Jungkook’s brain itched. He couldn’t see you with that loser any longer. That prick had to die.

Jeon Jungkook, your best friend hated your boyfriend, Do-il.

He was an insecure man, deeply so, he was naturally territorial of you, he didn’t like sharing his anything with anyone but you.

You.

You were always the exception. You never could truly understand your friend, why was he so attached to you? Maybe it could be because of his childhood?

You didn’t fully know it but you knew that Jungkook had some trauma because of it, as you finally walked out of Jungkook’s apartment, the cold breeze almost left you breathless.

It’s cold.

Unlike Jungkook’s apartment, you wondered as you walked. Today was awfully cold, and now you were going to meet your boyfriend at a random coffee place.

And tomorrow was Halloween. That was the only good thing awaiting you. You loved the season so much.

Your phone vibrated, taking your attention, you quickly took it out of the pocket of your coat and saw your aunts name flashing brightly.

Pressing on the green option, you pressed the phone into your ears.

“Aunt Hae-Soo!” There was some sniffling noises when you spoke into the phone, the sound continued and you were starting to get concerned. “Are you okay???”

“Y-Y/N! Dae and Han haven’t come home since almost a week! I-I even filed a police complaint b-but I’m so worried!” The woman on the other line cried as you walked to a quite spot,

Your heartbeat immediately dropped as you heard her.

they couldn’t-

“Aunt!! Please calm down….. I’ll try to call Dae… he always picks up…. Please don’t cry…” you almost cooed with a heavy heart.

How could this not be a big deal when there was a literal psycho serial killer on the loose?

“Please I-I am so worried, Y/N are you safe?!” Your aunt lived in another town, you didn’t want to worry her more.

Maybe she had seen the news.

But you were safe right?

“Y-Yes absolutely! Aunt Hae-Soo don’t worry… I’ll call dae but you please please take care of yourself!” You looked around to see some people on the road walking.

It was almost 7 pm.

“Okay dear but please let me know and you also stay safe… I saw the news about your town… oh Jesus…. What is wrong with this world.” Your aunt exclaimed.

You let out a laugh at her sentence.

“Don’t worry!”

The line finally went dead and you quickly made your way to the cafe.

Jungkook was almost losing control.

He couldn’t bear to look at the ugly asshole any longer, even behind the mask, it made his eyes itch just to look at his covered unconscious face.

His basement was dark, eerily so. Park Do-il was a shady man after all. Do-il didn’t deserve you, his best friend.

You deserved someone who worshipped you. Not an unfaithful ugly piece of shit guy.

Jungkook worshipped you. He loved you so much. He was so much better than this guy who lived in a shitty apartment with a creepy basement.

You deserved so much better than him.

“What does she even see in you?” Jungkook scoffed, talking to your unconscious boyfriend. He sucked in his breath,

Jealousy was burning inside him like an erupting volcano.

“first of all, you are ugly, you don’t like scary movies and…. You are an unfaithful asshole to my Y/N!”

He took out the familiar knife.

His beloved after you.

The buck 120 shined so brightly every time Jungkook used it. The silver was so beautiful, pointy.

It went into the guts of people so smoothly. He cherished it so much.

“Ahhh finally I can kill you and have my Y/N all to myself.” Jungkook giggled, “you can’t even protect her, unlike me. You know what I did to that bastard who tried to harass my girl?” Jungkook glanced at the knife, lowering it to do-il’s abdomen.

Twisting it so deeply inside his gut that it made a cringey noise.

Seeing the way the knife pierced directly into his skin made jungkook feel so excited, it was the first time he was killing one of his victims without his mask.

“I twisted the knife so deeply into his heart almost like this. that fucking asshole screamed so loud, gosh!” Jungkook continued.

He bit his lip as he pulled the knife out and in, repeatedly. so fast that the blood slashed on his face.

Jungkook hated messing around but right now? This was almost orgasmic. He was thinking about you.

Ways to console you, his plan was almost complete. You were going to be his forever.

“I’d love to ruin your fucking face but then my Y/N would get suspicious…. She’s so smart… my precious girl….” Jungkook cooed to the unmoving body.

“Fuck yes! You are finally dead.” Jungkook checked his wrist and sighed in delight.

“I never wanted to give you a quick death but to have Y/N… I had to.”

“Now I’ll just have to wait for her to reach your apartment.” He kissed the knife, the blood stained his lips.

“As she should be, by now.” Jungkook aimed the knife towards his arm. “Now to make my plan successful, I’ll have to stab myself.” He swiped the dangerously pointy knife across his right arm.

“It doesn’t hurt that much, surprisingly.” He shrugged, repeating the same thing right across his abdomen, making sure to look convincing for you to believe his,

Bullshit story.

“Baby…. You will finally be mine…”

You felt like crying.

Being stood up for the sixth time by your boyfriend was embarrassing to say the least, there was a serial killer on the loose, your cousins were lost and It’s Halloween eve and you are crying while standing at your joke of a boyfriends door.

“Open the door, do-il!” You softly knock on the door, trying to control your emotions. Your heart broke, how could he do this to you?!

You knocked again and again.

Until it opened. A hand came out of the door and pulled you in before you could even say anything.

“Do-il you ass! What are you doing!?” You cried as the hand pushed you into his home.

The light bulb made it easier for you to see the man standing so close to you and you gasped.

“J-Jungkook?!?” You almost screamed but the guy hushed you. You looked up and down to take notice of his appearance and a shriek left you.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??! A-AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN DO-IL’S APARTMENT?!?”

You were so confused now, what the fuck was wrong with today?? “Y-Y/N hush! Come on. I-I have to show you something!”

Jungkook took you towards the staircase to your boyfriends basement, this was beyond freaky, “where the hell is Do-il?” The man didn’t leave your hand. You looked at Jungkook’s dirty clothes, dirt everywhere. His arm was bleeding furiously.

Just what the hell had happened here?

“Jungkook you’re bleeding!” This was concerning, your heartbeat was dropping as jungkook and you entered the basement.

His hand left yours as you stood in the dark until jungkook turned on the light switch.

The light was bright on your eyes, you blinked twice.

“What the hell.” You cursed as you tried to open them. Your eyes were sensitive, as your vision cleared.

And your knees started to shake, the view infront of you made your world crumble.

“W-Who’s that…” you saw a body in a black cloak, the face was barely covered by a weird face on the mask.

“Go ahead, and see for yourself.” Jungkook didn’t look at you but his gaze was set ahead on the body.

“Go Y/N.” Jungkook urged you on, taking your hand in his once again, your feet taking you near the body.

There was blood oozing out of it.

“J-Jungkook…” you stuttered with fear, the bile in your throat was rising, “this is the serial killer.”

“Park Do-il aka the psycho killer who killed so many people.”

Your brain registered his words, but your body paralysed with shock, goosebumps on your skin rose.

“I got a text about two hours ago… with an unregistered number with this address and a question from a horror movie quiz.”

You listened and listened, your lips sealed, this was crazy, this couldn’t be true.

“I came here because I knew this was your boyfriends house… but as soon as I entered? He attacked me.”

Jungkook stole a glance at you, you were petrified, the colour from your face disappeared.

He felt bad.

“B-But hes t-the one that’s d-dead!”

Jungkook chewed on his inner cheek to stop his frustration from building up, you were so annoyingly smart.

He loved you for that.

“Exactly. He attacked me- he was acting crazy he was going on about how he thought you were cheating on him with me- h-he wanted to kill me and you!”

Jungkook made sure to conceal his tone into one of fear. “H-He even confessed to killing that guy you told me a about! He’s crazy Y/N,

It was all his plan… he was going to kill you- I-I had to protect you.” Jungkook was a good actor. The tears came out so easily as he hiccuped.

“H-How could not have known that he was behind all of this?!” Jungkook grabbed your busy, his hands on your shoulders.

His heart hammered so loudly. “I-I c-can’t believe this…. D-Do-il was the killer all along?”

Jungkook wanted to kiss the tears away from your eyes, his plan was almost successful. “Y-Yes! Even I was shocked! I had to kill him before he could kill you Y/N!”

“Don’t scream, baby… it’s okay… I got you. I love you Y/N… I’m sorry I had to kill him.” Jungkook pulled you in for a hug.

Breathing so deeply into your embrace.

“I-I…. thank God you’re safe, kook.” You wrapped your arms around him. “Let’s g-go from here…”

“You did the right thing by killing this psycho bastard…He deserved to die.”

Yes, my 35th and final victim.

Your eyes traveled towards the silver bloodied knife, it was the same one from Jungkook’s apartment.

A buck 120.

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Could you please write Vance x reader (GN if that's alright) where reader is new in town and beats his high score in Pinball? Kinda like a enemies to lovers kinda thing?

✨Please and thank you ✨

this sounds so good omg, i really wanna make this a longer drabble bc writing for the enemies to lovers trope, esp for vance it seems more fitting, but tysm for this request!! i literally searched for vances record but damn i couldnt find it, so im gonna assume it was 1500, im sorry abt that💔

for some reason my writing has been feeling off for the past few days, so if this is unpleasant to read ill redo it🙏🙏 if it is good & ppl like it, i might do another part, or i may just keave it as it is, up to the imagination :)

requests r open! masterlist is up :)

Vance Hopper x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Slight fighting, Language

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The sound of chatter around you was drowned out, your mind too focused to pay attention to anything but your game. Hands gripping the machine infront of you with precision, a steady breath accommodating you while you watched your numbers rise, hitting 1,400 from your last move.

The world that existed outside of your game began to get even louder, some kids crowding around you, it was quite odd, but you assumed that the kids here were just very enthusiastic, supportive of their peers. You didn't catch much of their talk, as if you lost focus, you wouldn't be able to make the next shots, hoping to set a new record, maybe having a chance to meet new people, and become a somebody in the unfamiliar town, but the words that you did catch had a pattern, the loud voices were shadowed, but each time the name was spoken, it was clear as day, the unknown yet popular kid kept popping up,

Vance Hopper.

Whatever, whoever they were you were sure you'd meet them soon enough. Their name was never being brought up in a positive light, which admittedly made your hands sweat & heart speed up, but as of now, you were interested in the metal feel that immersed your fingers, and the thrilling 'Ding' noise that informed you of your score.

Going unheard from your deaf ears, the door to Grab N' Go rang, a boot stepped in harshly. The aura shifted in the store. Where as before the cashier was lenient, she soon became alert, standing by the phone, the kids talk was demoted to a whisper, and an opening where kids stood previously started to form. Yet your mind was trained on the game, you'd already gotten to 1,500 points, and if you were to make this shot, you'd get another 300 points. Once again, unbeknownst to you, the footsteps were clearing their way to you, squeaking harshly on the tiled floor, shouldering kids who happened to be in the way. Two things happened, a moment after one another.

Your eyes stared at the ball as it coursed through the bumpers, striking each one, easily placing you as the new record holder. But you found yourself still holding your breath, if it were to roll of the holder it was on, it would set your score as 1,900, giving you the clear, reliable pinball holder. The nerves in your body ran swiftly, breathing hitched as you followed the ball in its final moments.

The boots pushed their way through the diminishing crowd, which was left of anxious & anticipating watchers. It was pitiful of how unaware you were, this was his store, his legacy, his pride. The boots soon stood right behind you, examining your work from behind your shoulder. He saw the way you thought out each move, body bent just so you could balance your weight & keep a stable figure. His eyes were glued to the ball, even more intensely than yours. But as he saw the score that you'd put in, the room became colder, his clothes tightened, putting a pause onto his hatred. The new fucker in town beat his score, and then some.

You were dead before he saw your face.

The rush of aggression soon pranced in, instinctively balling up his fists, and taking a step toward you, going in to fuck up your score the best he could, needing the release of anger that you instilled to him. In his mind, if you were to mess up now, he'd have a chance to reclaim his title, the joy that he got from being above everybody else, and you were no exception.

The moment you didn't even know took place was slowed, it all was coming at you quickly. Your body reacted to winning your next move by getting even closer to the machine, watching as your score replaced the older one, conquering it. Your eyes widened, laughing to yourself as you turned around, expecting to see the group of kids that hovered over you like fruit flies. However, what met your intense joy was a buzz killer, the pesticide to your happiness. None other than the top boy, Vance Hopper.

He was exactly like what you imagined, down to the hair & choker that added to his intimidating glare, his hands eventually finding your shoulders, slamming you to the wall that chipped and cracked under your pressure. The crowd around you two flooded back easily, betting on what would happened. The boy didn't look it, but he had the strength to lift your body weight up, feet grazing the dusty floor. Taking in his looks, you noticed how the veins popped out from his arms, but you couldn't decipher if it was from anger, or from the hold he had you in.

"Listen man, what's your deal?"

Not your classiest moment, but he would deal you one lower.

"No you listen, fuckface. Don't mess with my game, do you think your better than me?"

The words he spat were like fire, angry and violent, but you picked up that that was his whole demeanor, troubled and difficult.

Soon, you found yourself being dropped to the ground, your legs being caught by surprise as you well on your ass, closing the space between you and the wall once again. Dust shot up, obscuring your vision, and at that time, the boot that sat threateningly next to you connected to the side of your lower chest, causing a sharp wheeze due to the blunt force of the kick. Your breaths were sporadic and uneven, leaving you dazed. When your eyes worked their way up to the figure above you, you saw him just standing there, looking over your pathetic self. He towered there for what felt like minutes before bending down and shoving you towards him, emphasizing his already proven point.

"I'm Vance fucking Hopper, remember it."

What a douche.

Your ribs certainly bruised, you were sure of it. Pushing open the schools doors made you wince, and an accidental elbow from a passing student made you lose your breath. It was a sticking reminder of that cuntbag, the memory of Vance standing over you was ingrained to your mind like a warning.

Hallways were filled, the students worked their ways to their rightful classes, some clearly drained from the new school year while others chatted to their peers. It was all irritating, as when you finally reached your homeroom & 1st period, it was 3 minutes after the bell rang, and most seats were already stolen, leaving you singled out by the teachers rude observe. You offered a sorry smile, and looked at what desks were available, soon seeing what would be your current demise.

"Well? Going to sit down or would you rather waste more of my time."

You would've given more of a shit, if the only empty seat wasn't next to the only kid you were acquainted with, the bastard as you remembered. Your feet moved nimbly, but your gaze was hardened, you could feel the shit eating grin that Vance had on, ad much as he loathed you, he would enjoy making your life a living hell, looking forward to the rest of class. Vance would let no time go unused as you sat next to him, visibly upset.

"Just the kid I wanted to see."

He spoke in a hushed tone, but that soon was ended as well when the teacher assigned ice breakers to the class, deciding it would be best if the class went in pairs & spoke with one another. With a stroke of luck that you didn't have, you were lazily paired with Vance, as he sat next to you. The class was handed a sheet of paper that had prompts to questions, and while other kids started right away, you put your energy into sitting in silence, eyes on your desk, admiring the cold wood that would be your most familiar feeling for the next year.

Your peace would never last long, as a hand snapping to catch your attention came into your view, taunting you.

"What, Vance."

"Well are you just gonna sit there like a dick, or are you gonna introduce yourself? Have some spirit."

Of course he was mocking you, but it was better than getting yourself beat up. You angled yourself to put him in your line of sight, peering on how he holds himself, them you spoke.

"You don't already know me? You know I'm new, you know that I'm more skilled than you at arcade games, I feel we've already done pretty well."

The response was seeping with smart-ass, but thats what he deserved, the fair treatment. You could see his fist tighten like it did before, his smile dropping st the ends ever so slightly, you struck a clear nerve. While the class went on happily, you were trapped in what seemed like your own world with the boy you found intolerable.

"Of course I know who you are, I'm not a dumbass, but tell me something I don't know, like the fucking assignment says to do."

His teeth, while oddly perfect for a kid with a reputation, bared at you, like an angry dog. Another warning to you. Treading lightly, you decided to just give the basics, something to scrape the tip of the iceberg.

"I'm 16, I just moved here, I enjoy going out and having fun. Is that enough?"

Sneering at him was meant to make him back off, but you saw his eyes slightly light up, and his body leaned forward, arms supporting his weight while he calmly looked at you.

"How charming, thanks for the biography Einstein. We have some things in common, how shocking is that?"

While you could tell his tone was laced with sarcasm, he didn't make another advance to terrorize you, and for a moment, he seemed like you piqued his interest.

Your first school week was over, a week of living through hell was stopped kindly, giving you the brief days of the weekend to recuperate. It was a Saturday afternoon when you set up a casual walk, coming to know your new town in the ways you loved most, a quiet, sunny day. The chipped sidewalk gave you a nice path around the neighborhood, accompanying the long yellow grass on the sides, the scenery wasn't half bad. Your shoes brought you a ways away from your house, trying to submerge yourself in a good time to prevent the foreboding feeling that latched onto your back. Turning the corner, you reached a street with delicately placed stores aligning it, a diverse selection it was. Seeing how busy the street was, cars flying by with unpleasant smells following, you made the executive decision to trudge behind the stores, making yourself known by the way your steps were the only noise apparent.

The foreboding feeling only became stronger as you ventured on, and while it was nearly 80”, the alley still had a certain chill to it, making your hair stand up.

"Shit dude, I have to ask, how are you scoping out all of my spots?"

The agonizingly familiar voice rang through the alley, and you sighed, turning your back to look in the direction where Vance spoke. He stood there harmlessly, hands in pockets with his his head cocked slightly, staring right through you, he once again proposed his frightening manner, like a lion puffing its chest out. The shoes he wore made light sounds as he strode over to you, eyebrows raised while his dull blue eyes kept the eye contact. A sigh emitted from you, just trying to savor your last bit of tranquility from your Saturday evening.

"Just taking a nice walk, peacefully. Something you've probably never heard of."

He chuckled, swiping his golden hair out of his eyes.

"I haven't even done anything yet, don't be a dick."

Silence came over you, annoyed at his casual aura, you knew he wanted something, the question was what.

"Vance, what do you need from me. Are you gonna beat me up or something? You aren't mandated to track me down and talk to me."

You broke the eye contact, which internally made Vance even more excited.

"I just found you here in my area, not my fault. But since you are here, why not?"

You couldn't tell if he was bluffing, he did seem like a pathological liar, but you weren't about to instigate a fight. Nodding your head, you signaled for him to go on, the summers heat beating off of you.

"We have a project we need to do, did you forget? The partner reading project?"

Shit. You may've forgotten about it, but it wasn't due till next week, and you had class with Vance every day. What was his rush? It's not like he's a star student.

"So? We have time, why do you care?"

Rolling his eyes like you were the weird one, he went on.

"What a shitty question, you'd know why I care if you followed the icebreakers the first day, but thats your damn problem. It'll be better if we do the project sooner, so we have extra time in class."

It came out mockingly, but you didn't care. He made a point, and he wasn't bullying you, so why not get it out of the way, make it so class is easier without his idiotic questions.

"Fine, where do you wanna start it?"

His exterior was smooth, but on the inside, Vance was heating up all over. You were playing right into his charm. He knows your still getting to know him, but this was just perfect. He wanted you to know he isn't just a dickhead, he wanted to show you how kind he can be, but his first impression he laid out wasn't exactly boyfriend material. While he did hate you then, wanting to beat the shit out of you, treat you like every other kid here, your mutual hatred appealed to him, he didn't admit it, but he studied your pinball techniques, and adored your persistence. It was fun to have someone snap back just as he did, he considered you an equal, to him, a rare title. Something about you enveloped him, and he wanted to spend all his time with you.

"Why not your house?"

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this was a cliff hanger ish, but i knew it was getting long and i just loved this idea sm🫶🫶 hopefully its alright to read :)

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

#black phone #the black phone #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper x you #vance hopper #enemies to lovers #the black phone x reader #the black phone 2022

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cardboardheartss · 5 days

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LE SSERAFIM COACHELLA WEEKEND 2

going to be talking about tweets from my tl about lsfm’s performance…. this not a tarot reading lol

⁉️exactly…. the hypocrisy is actually absurd tbh….

⁉️see the result of the government not dealing with high rates of unemployment 😞💔

⁉️like are kpop stans okay in the head?💀🤡🤡🤡

⁉️periodttt pookies! Perfect Night SOTY 😚✨

⁉️i guess locals and social media people weren’t wrong about kpop stans…. y’all do act like children and throw tantrums over people you don’t know NOR will their actions affect you. Like I said before… if you don’t like the note being sung, the volume button is right there.

I remember clearly that I promised myself to never defend celebrities but this criticism opps I mean HATE is getting out of hand. If people genuinely cared about vocals thy could’ve spoken about it that day and leave it but NOOOOO y’all are here spamming the girls comments with hate comments and just proving how y’all are just like sorry for the language but fucking hypocrital psychopaths who don’t have lives…

EUNCHAE’s FAMILY MEMBER?! A WHOLE ASS FAMILY MEMBER HAD TO TELL YALL TO STFU BECAUSE ITS GETTING OUT OF FUCKING HAND BECAUSE FROM MY TL AND OOMFS REPOSTS… I AINT SEEING NOT ONE PROPER CRITICAL COMMENT THAT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE SHADE…

for me… I’ve noticed a certain pattern in the Kpop stan industry… people really hate women… y’all hate women and it’s actually showing. GG or BG stan it dont matter, female kpop idols go through soooo much behind the scenes like BRO even ILL’IT! I asked the members how they feel about their Billboard entrance… the girls were unhappy and scared because they know the fan wars are coming. LE SSERAFIM want ILL’IT to be safe because look what’s happening to BOTH girl groups RIGHT NOWWWWW?!?!

I genuinely pray and hope for LSFM to feel better because I know these words will stick with them, I can relate no matter how confident you are… these words hurt and having to see it over vocals that don’t even affect this planet and our lives is crazy 😩🤡

Kpop stans please go get jobs… like I’m unemployed because I’m still in high school but i have actual hobbies that keep me busy and not on social media ranting about my least fave groups…🧍🏽‍♀️

Trust… it’s not that difficult 😚🤭

A.N.Y.W.A.Y.S

LASTLY MY FAVE TWEETS FROM MY TL!!

#black tarot readers #tarot reading #tarot #celeb tarot #tarotcommunity #kpop tarot #tarot master list #kpop #kpop stans need to stfu like honestly…#le sserafim #fimchella #girl groups deserve better treatment #kpop anti’s #aespa #blackpink #red velvet #seventeen #bts #ATEEZ

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mayordoi · 9 months

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sketches of female fe avatars (robin / corrin / byleth / alear. sorry kris 💔). the first 3 i’ve altered over the years due to hcs for my smash fanfic + redrawability (i really hate drawing corrin and byleth’s armor so.. i ignore it tee hee! 😁). more info under the cut cuz i realized i wrote a pretty fat text wall and i like condensing that shit

alear i threw in cuz i wanted to try drawing her funky hair. the design is growing on me (i don’t hate it nearly as much as i did when it was first revealed) but it’s hard 😭 curse intricate patterns, the bane of my lineart existence. made me remember why i altered the other girls’ designs in the first place. when i play engage and end up growing attached to its lord maybe i’ll get better at drawing the fit (i haven’t played engage yet and i plan to eventually. absolutely no engage spoilers in the notes please)

i know robin looks…. very different! if you’re at all interested in that fiasco i have a fat hc post dedicated to that fucking tactician somewhere in my page (here ya go). but the hcs i’ve stapled on her have made her drastically different and that’s how i like it! 😤

might do the male counterparts of these 4 eventually, though their redesigns i have for them are nowhere near as interesting (male robin and byleth are basically the same as their in-game counterpart). but again, perchance. hope you like em~

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pompompuriina · 2 months

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Who are your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters each from Jujutsu Kaisen and Fairy Tail? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments each from both series? Thx :D

yippeee thank you for the askkk :3 here's my top 5 from jjk:

1. okkotsu yuta, fell in love tbh like i was reading the manga and watching season one in 2020 so when yuta was revealed in s1 (v briefly) i got interested and picked the manga up and ooh la la 😻😻 15 year old me was so captivated by this guy like wdym he's super strong, handsome and also an absolute gentleman??? he's literally my bf please 😕💔 i have a type and i'm not ashamed (dudes that are nervous and shy and look like absolute losers but could actually wreck your shit yes sir)

2. nanami kento; bro IS HIM HE GETS ALL THE BITCHES 😤😤 he's lit a gentleman, makes good money, strong AND he's got great looks???? mans cured my daddy issues INSTANTLY, and in season two??? i was going absolutely FERAL oh nooo season two nanami save me season two nanamiiiii

3. geto suguru, are you noticing a pattern here have you seem this guy, like bro was still him even after he defected wdymmm his high school persona is what got me tho 🤭 i can see why he was more popular than gojo, i like adult geto just as much thou because oh my ghee i need that hair routine

4. zen'in mai AND maki, listen bro, i fucking LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE THE SISTERS. idc. i'll stay defending mai, y'all just don't get her like i do y'all domt get her like iiii doooooo 😫😫 i may be a little more biased towards mai because liek i relate to her sm on a different level but hey, sisters. love those two. lit me.

5. mahoraga. i will not elaborate. all ima say rn is: hear me out.

for fairy tail here's my top five and why i love them sm :3

1. erza scarlet, queen is SLAYING. girl's power is literally to serve absolute cunt while beating the living shit out of you??? what's NOT to love about erza? she rightfully has the title as the fairy queen 🤭

2. lucy heartfilia, tbh she's up there because i wanted to spite the immature little boys in the fandom that hated lucy because she was "weak" (bffr my queen is NOT weak) but i actually grew to like her character a lot because lucy has shown herself to have amazing character development, like you go girl

3. jellal/mystogan, listen man i'm an absolute sucker for this guy, he has me on a chokehold 😞 "it was the color of your hair" sir please, sir PLEASEEEE NOTICE ME I HAVE RED HAIR (my hair is pink) (that's it, that's the reason he's so handsome)

4. zeref. ZEREF IS SO UNDErLOVED. when i said i liked guys who looked absolutely pathetic and look like losers i was NOT joking 💀 bro looks like he listens to pierce the veil or panic at the disco (their old music) and vent to the sadder songs but would absolutely fucking destroy you in one touch 😭

5. ok this is controversial...but acnologia. listen. listen. his human form?? just like mahoraga. hear me out. i will not elaborate.

i don't really have a top five moments from either show, unfortunately :( both are equally amazing to me and there's just too many scenes to pick from, i'd be writing an essay 😭 if i had to choose from one thou, from fairy tail is when natsu sees erza crying and absolutely loses it and jjk is actually in the intro of the first season, where itadori is recording everyone it's just so sweet :( the calm before the storm

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ksproject · 2 years

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Collection: Lux Wood

Proudly presenting Lux Wood's luminous portraits, with commentary by the artist herself on the passion and the process. Approx. 6x8" - 8x8", colored pencil and ink (2021-2022).

󠀢󠀢❝ Spock and Kirk are my oldest memory of characters from fiction. I remember how mesmerized I was by Spock when I was only 4 or 5. But it’s only a few years ago that I reconnected with the series, having no real memories of it except for Spock. I started it thinking that it was going to be too vintage to really enjoy, but I was hooked so rapidly that I didn’t even realize it. And the main reason is because of Kirk and Spock and their incredible alchemy. In every situation their duo has something interesting to bring. I absolutely love the dynamic of their relationship whether it’s Captain/Commander, friendship, love, or anything in between. Whatever the prism I choose to look at it through, it’s always captivating.

❝ When I choose my reference images for my drawings, it’s sometimes because of the episode it’s in, like Mirror Mirror or Patterns of Force, which are some of my favorites (plus I HAD to draw the glitters of the mirror uniforms!), or because they have a particularly interesting look. For example, I really adore Spock when he’s a bit off-character, like in the Mirror episode; or when he smiles. For Kirk I like anything with his piercing gaze (so… a lot of choice!). And of course I like to draw them together or, alternatively, to make a portrait of each in the same style or from the same episode so that they respond to each other. I really feel that they need to both be there and every time I start one, the other is planned too.

❝ For the styles and colors, I always try to create something that reflects either what I feel about the reference image that I chose, or the feeling of the episode its from. So sometimes I use dreamy soft colors; sometimes more contrasted and vibrant ones; sometimes I put the focus on the yellow/blue/red of the uniforms. And of course I also love adding some rainbows here and there, sometimes as streaks of light; sometimes included in the palette - because everything about it is gorgeous: the colors; the symbolism; the link between different solid colors; the dynamic it suggests…for all these reasons I feel like rainbows suit Kirk and Spock so well. And to finish, I always need to add a starry/glitter effect and a galaxy-like background, to give them the perfect context and have the brightest rendering possible to make it look complete and interesting.

Addendum: WANTED! The below three are not part of this collection but are the 'pairs' to some of the images above (they were already sold 💔) - if anyone finds them or has them and wants to help complete the collection, please do get in touch! :-

#star trek tos #star trek #spock #captain kirk #james t kirk #jim kirk #james kirk #tos #star trek fanart #star trek the original series #luxwood #lux wood #k/s #kirk/spock

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poop-diddy-scoop · 1 month

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this is so embarrassing but like JARETH WITH MOMMY ISSUES PLEEEASE💔 please I need 2 see him getting edged and having to ask “mommy” to cum😔

jareth x reader - mother's day

You stepped into the cosy living room, the warmth of the midday sun filtering through the curtains, casting gentle patterns on the walls. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, remnants of the brunch you had just returned from with your mother. It was Mother's Day, a day filled with appreciation and love for the woman who had shaped your life in countless ways.

You found Jareth reclining on the couch, his silver eyes scanning through an ancient tome. With an excited bounce in your step, you skipped over to him, eager to share the joy of the day.

"Jareth!" you exclaimed, "Do you know what today is?"

He glanced up, a faint furrow appearing between his brows. "Yes, it's Mother's Day, isn't it?"

You nodded enthusiastically, settling down beside him. "Exactly! It's such a special day, don't you think? A day to show our mothers just how much we appreciate them."

Jareth's lips curved into a subtle smirk as he closed the book, setting it aside. "Ah, yes. A day dedicated to reinforcing the norm of family dynamics."

You frowned, caught off guard by his response. "What do you mean?"

His expression turned thoughtful, his gaze distant as if delving into memories long buried. "Days like these, they're merely societal constructs. A way to perpetuate the idea of familial obligation and affection. But in reality, it's just another day."

You shook your head, unable to comprehend his cynicism. "But Jareth, it's about more than that. It's about celebrating the bond between a mother and her child, the sacrifices she makes, the love she gives."

He raised an eyebrow, his demeanor cool and detached. "Love? Sacrifices? Perhaps for some, but not for all. Not everyone has the privilege of experiencing such sentiments."

Your heart sank at his dismissive tone. "What do you mean, Jareth?"

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "It's simple really. My upbringing was... unconventional, to say the least. I never had a conventional mother-child relationship."

Curiosity mingled with concern as you pressed further. "What do you mean by unconventional?"

Jareth's gaze flickered away, a shadow passing over his features. "It's not like I had a mother. She wasn't a mother to me in any way, that I remember."

Your breath caught in your throat, realization dawning upon you. "Oh... Jareth, I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

He shrugged, a ghost of bitterness tainting his words. "There's nothing to apologize for. It's just the way things were."

Silence enveloped the room, heavy with unspoken emotions. You reached out, tentatively placing a hand on his arm, offering silent comfort.

"I never knew..." you murmured softly, your heart aching for the pain he must have endured.

Jareth turned to you, his eyes softening with a vulnerability you had rarely seen. "It's in the past now. But thank you, for trying to understand."

As you busied yourself cleaning up the remnants of brunch, you caught a glimpse of Jareth out of the corner of your eye. He was seated at the dining table, his expression intense as he scribbled something onto a sheet of paper. His pen moved with fluidity, as if the words flowed effortlessly from his mind.

With a curious tilt of your head, you observed him for a moment before deciding to leave him to his thoughts. You had just finished wiping down the countertops when you heard the sound of water running from the bathroom.

Taking advantage of his absence, a mischievous impulse seized you, and you tiptoed over to the dining table. Your heart quickened with anticipation as you leaned over to get a closer look at what he had been writing.

The words sprawled across the page in elegant script, each line weaving a tale of passion and desire. Your eyes widened as you realized the nature of the poem before you. It was... erotic, to say the least, and unmistakably intimate.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you read aloud a snippet of the poem, unable to tear your eyes away from the provocative imagery.

"Her touch, firm yet gentle, sends shivers down my spine

A delicate balance of power, so intoxicatingly divine

She knows my needs before I even speak

A connection so profound, it leaves me feeling weak"

Heat flooded your cheeks as you hastily set the paper back down, feeling as though you had stumbled upon something incredibly private. But the words lingered in your mind, stirring something within you that you couldn't quite name.

Before you could dwell on it any further, the sound of the shower shutting off pulled you back to reality. You hurriedly returned to your task, your mind buzzing with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Moments later, Jareth emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung lazily around his waist. His silver eyes met yours, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths as he took in your flushed cheeks.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" he inquired, his voice laced with amusement.

You cleared your throat, willing the embarrassment to fade from your cheeks. "Yes, everything's fine. Just finishing up in the kitchen."

He arched an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I see. No sudden discoveries, I hope?"

You shook your head, determined to maintain your composure. "Of course not. Just the usual cleaning."

Jareth's smirk widened into a playful grin as he sauntered over to you, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks. "Well then, shall we retire to the living room? I believe a cup of tea is in order."

You nodded eagerly, grateful for the distraction. As you followed him out of the kitchen, you couldn't help but wonder about the secrets hidden within the pages of his poetry, and the complexities of the man you had come to love.

——— As you prepared the chai, the aroma of spices filled the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Meanwhile, Jareth emerged from the bedroom, clad in a simple t-shirt and comfy pants, the epitome of relaxed elegance.

You settled down beside him in the living room, handing him a steaming cup of chai. He accepted it with a gracious nod, taking a sip before fixing you with a knowing look.

"You've read the poem, haven't you?" he asked, his silver eyes sparkling with amusement.

You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes playfully. "Whatever do you mean, Jareth? I wouldn't dream of snooping through your personal writings."

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt at evasion. "Really now? I find that hard to believe."

You sighed, conceding defeat. "Alright, fine. I may have taken a quick peek. I was just... curious, you know?"

Jareth chuckled softly, setting his cup of chai aside. "Curiosity killed the cat, my dear. But in this case, I suppose it's forgivable."

You grinned sheepishly, relieved that he wasn't upset. "So, what's the story behind the poem? Do you often write like that?"

His expression turned thoughtful, his gaze drifting off into the distance. "Yes, I suppose you could say I have a penchant for... expressive writing. Poetry has always been a means of catharsis for me, a way to explore the depths of my emotions."

You nodded, intrigued by his insight. "And this particular poem? It seemed... intimate, almost maternal in nature."

Jareth's lips quirked into a wry smile, a hint of self-awareness in his eyes. "Ah, yes. It's a recurring theme in my work, I'm afraid. A reflection of my... issues, if you will."

You leaned in closer, eager to delve deeper into his psyche. "It sounds like you want a maternal figure, like I mean—in the poem....this lover seems to be motherly."

He nodded, a hint of reluctance in his demeanor. "Yes, it's a complicated matter. But perhaps you're right. Perhaps I do long for that sense of nurturing, that unconditional love."

You reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm. "You don't have to be ashamed of your desires, Jareth. We all have our own struggles, our own vulnerabilities and embarrassing moments”.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously at Jareth's knowing gaze, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief. As he stretched out on the couch, his shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abdomen. You swallowed hard, trying to suppress the flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

In an attempt to diffuse the tension, you launched into a funny anecdote about one of your past relationships. "Oh, speaking of embarrassing moments," you began, "I once had a boyfriend who used to call me 'mommy' in public. Can you imagine?"

Jareth's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Mommy? That's... unexpected."

You laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Tell me about it. It was so embarrassing! People would give us the weirdest looks, like they couldn't decide if we were a couple or a parent-child duo. Crazy, right?"

Jareth's smirk widened into a knowing grin as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Mommy, hmm? You like being called that, mommy?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his provocative question, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You could sense the playful challenge in his tone, the subtle invitation to explore uncharted territory.

Swallowing down a groan, you gathered your courage and inched closer to him, your heart racing with anticipation. "Well, Jareth," you replied with a hint of bravado, "I suppose it depends on who's doing the calling."

His silver eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Is that so? Perhaps I'll have to indulge you sometime."

As Jareth hovered over you, his silver eyes ablaze with desire, you instinctively leaned back against the arm of the couch, feeling the soft fabric pressing against your skin. His proximity sent a thrill coursing through your veins, a heady mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling in the air.

"What are you doing, Jareth?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of nervousness.

He silenced you with a gentle hush, his fingers trailing lightly along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine. "Shh, my dear. Just indulge me for a moment," he murmured, his voice velvety smooth like satin against your skin.

You swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze leaving you breathless. "Indulge you? What do you mean?"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I mean, let me show you just how much I enjoy calling you those... names."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks. "But Jareth, isn't that a bit... unconventional?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along the curve of your neck. "Ah, but my dear, since when have we ever been conventional?"

You couldn't argue with that logic, especially not when he looked at you with such intensity, his gaze stripping away all pretense and leaving you bare and vulnerable.

As Jareth's breath danced across your ear, his words dripped like honey, each syllable laced with a tantalizing promise. "Mama," he whispered, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. "Oh, Mommy."

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and forbidden longing. You felt your cheeks flush with heat as a wave of arousal washed over you, the intensity of his gaze leaving you breathless.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch him, tracing the contours of his face with a gentle caress. His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.

As he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing kiss, you surrendered to the overwhelming tide of passion that consumed you. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurring into a haze of ecstasy.

And as he settled into your lap, his body pressed intimately against yours, you knew.

"So, what now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jareth's smirk widened into a full-blown grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Now, my dear, we indulge in our shared desires. Together."

Tonight wouldn’t be your ordinary mother’s day celebration.

——— As the moments stretched into eternity, you found yourself fully in control, revelling in the power you held over the once-confident Goblin King. Jareth's whimpers and pleas filled the room, a stark contrast to the regal demeanour he usually exuded. It was a sight you never would have expected, but one you certainly weren't complaining about.

With each tug and twist of your hand around his slickened length, you could feel Jareth's resistance crumbling, his desperate cries of "Mommy, please—" echoing off the walls. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more friction, more of the sweet release you denied him time and time again.

But you were relentless, your grip firm as you denied him the satisfaction he so desperately craved. His arousal, fueled by your teasing touches, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment. With each whimper that escaped his lips, you felt a surge of power rush through you, knowing that you held him completely at your mercy.

"Are you gonna be a good boy?" you taunted, your voice dripping with condescension as you teased him mercilessly. Despite the mockery in your tone, Jareth's response was immediate and eager.

"Yes, oh yes I will," he panted, his gaze pleading as he looked up at you with wide, desperate eyes. "Please, mama, let me cum. I really need this…I'll be so good for you…"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce intensity. It was a side of Jareth you had never seen before, one that begged to be unleashed and explored. And as you continued to deny him, his desperation only fueled your own desire, pushing you both to the brink of ecstasy.

But still, you held back, savoring the delicious torture of denial as you toyed with him mercilessly. Each stroke of your hand sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, driving him to the edge of madness with every tantalising touch.

You decide to speed up; stroking your hand faster at the base, pushing his legs back open as they threaten to close at the sheer sensitivity. “Gods, when will you—” he starts to complain but is abruptly cut off with the sensation of your lips wrapping around his dripping tip, suckling the head and squeezing him hard at the base.

With his eyes rolling into his skull and back arching, Jareth lets out a guttural sob. “M-Mama!”, he yelps, gripping onto the couch for dear life.

“Maybe I should let you cum. After all it’s been a while”, you think aloud, digging your nails into his thighs before wrapping both hands around him, pumping his cock with a newfound fervour.

Jareth nods frantically, eyes wide yet fighting to be kept open, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him “Oh, baby please…mommy ... let me cum….” he whimpers, his eyes sparkling with glassy unshed tears.

For now you give in, stroking him hard and fast until you hear his rising pitch and cries halt, a beat before your hand is utterly covered in his seed, a sob of exhaustion bettering him as he flops down, chest heaving.

“Mommy’s so proud of you baby”.

#jareth x reader #jareth fanfic #jareth smut

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siphoklansan · 1 year

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Knave Cater. That’s it. Just Knave Cater. I’m down bad I’m not joking this fic made me down bad check it our rn it’s an order👹 /j but really though….read it cuz ya’ll missing out👁️👁️

Here are two versions of Knave Cater, one that sparks joy and the other that doesn’t spark joy-

Anyway, it was REALLY difficult when I got to his armor. I didn’t know how to shade armor let alone draw one so..yeah. Lots of photos were looked into but at the end I decided to go hail mary and design it my self. Please note the the armor patterns were just me doodling away because idk armor patterns💔

About the (terrible) armor colors/shading, I took a look at Alice In Wonderland live action movie, the Knave of Hearts. Reference photos and links will be at the bottom of this blog, as well as reference photos of the raven Cater is holding(?)! I feel like something’s off with his armor so I’ll be back and edit this post later :,)

I can just imagine the raven spilling the most atrocious tea while Cater just goes “mmhmm…mmm…yuh ikr? So true so true you’re so real for that SLA-“

Armor References:

Knave of Hearts (Character) - Comic Vine

Knave of Hearts | Alice in Wonderland Wiki | Fandom

Cummer Museum

ArtStation - Medieval fantasy armor

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armour_in_the_18th_century

Raven references:

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Common_Raven/id

https://www.outdooralabama.com/crows-jays-larks-and-swallows/common-raven

(I’m not sure if the links work, I suck at using tumblr sorry guys- also I’m not even sure if the fic has a crow or a raven I’m going by memory😭)

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart #twst cater #twisted wonderland cater #cater diamond #cater fanart #twst cater fanart #Knave Cater #knave of hearts #︎☂︎︎siphok-museum☂︎︎#︎

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adviceformefromme · 5 months

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Sis, please tell me, how do I LISTEN?

It’s not that I can’t HEAR, I can feel it, it’s just that I’m not LISTENING.

How? How do I listen to my Body? How do I listen to GOD? How do I listen to my spirit, to life, to the experiences and lessons that come for me? I keep ending up in the same situations over and over again: broke & unemployed, angry and short tempered, desperate, lonely and self-isolating; overwhelmed with all the negative and all I WANT to be doing that I shut down and turn everything off and close my mind and my heart to everything and everyone.

I lost my brother 4 years ago, the love of my life, my best friend & cheerleader, virtually my dad, as I didn’t grow up with mine. I couldn’t handle it, I’ve never experienced loss like this. I turned it all off and threw my spirit, along with my hopes, dreams, will to live and self worth into a box and down into a Black Sea of grief and heartbreak 💔 Now, I can’t find that box anymore…I can HEAR it screaming to me, but I’m not listening close enough to find it. What do I do?

Hey Sweetie, sorry to hear of your pain! I can relate as I lost my brother suddenly over 7 years ago and we were sooo close. It was pain I had never experienced. As for closing off and shutting down, this was also my coping mechanism. The main thing is, is that everything you write is totally possible to overcome. I'll put some tips below, take what you need and DM me if you need more support xoxox

The broken record, the keep making the same mistake pains. Spend some time analysing these. Where was the window that you could of made a change? For example. If in relationships you loose your temper when a guy doesn't message back. Where is the window in that process for change? Bring light to it. Is it learning to say no to men who show you early on that they are crappy with messaging? Is it not sleeping with them too soon so you can see their true colours? Really observe the cycle. And drill down on where you can see your set back. Once you can see the pattern and the behaviour keeping you stuck. You can move into prevention. If X happens, I will now do X. Keep reminding yourself of this. Keep reminding yourself of your new behaviour.. Daily, even outside of the situation, keep reminding yourself if X happens I will now do X. And this is the PRE step , this is making the change before you end up in the gutter. This is your preventative action. When you feel ready ask God for a test. He WILL deliver.

Stop breaking your own promises. Learn to build trust with yourself. Start small, this is how you build self respect, and move forward. This really affects your whole being. If you say you are going to make your bed start making it. Start small and build some trust inside, this is how you gently start listening to yourself, and responding. Once that trust is there and you become that person to yourself that you can rely on you can move to bigger goals.

Have an outlet to process your emotions. Create space to cry and feel if you are someone who does not have ability to do this day to day. Carve out some you time for reflection. I struggled to cry when I was grieving as a child I was not allowed to show emotion with my abuser, so during my grief my emotions became so clogged up. I would have to carve out time to FEEL. Sometimes it was journalling, but movies allow me to feel so i would sit with a box of tissues sobbing my heart out to any random movie. Do what you need to give yourself space and freedom to process and feel.

Get a therapist if possible, if not lean on youtube, podcasts, books. There are so many amazing books, I recommend Marianne Williams - Return to Love. This is a great book for healing and references to God.

Find a community, you need a support system. Through Church, through new hobbies, through existing friends let them know what you are going through and let them know what you need from them. Maybe you just need your best friend to listen instead of doing xyz, let them know. Part of asking for help is knowing what your needs are. What are your needs for yourself? What do you need right now? What do you need from you ?

Become DEVOTED to your self - care and self - love. This should be your first and foremost priority. Healing from deep wounds of loss requires extra love and care for you, so let this be your main priority.

Cleanse your life of all the pollution. See yourself as the ocean, keep your ocean clean. What music is polluting your ocean? What people are toxic to your waters? What actions are you taking that harming your beautiful seas? Take inventory and start making adjustments. Remember, the ego will be overwhelmed if you go hard on all these changes. Imagine a swinging pendulum. Going too far to one side will only mean swinging to far to the opposite side. With the above, try to find some middle ground when introducing new habits. Be kind to yourself, and keep a check of your inner voice. Are you living in an internal war zone? Imagine yourself as a small child, how would you treat her? Love her? Care for her? Wash her? Feed her?

#levelupjourney #growthmindset #healingthebody #healingtrauma #dealing with grief

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thedarkeyedcaptain · 2 days

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ooc: top five stormlight characters ???

1. shallan davar. she was immediately my nr 1 fave. I fell a bit out of love with her for a hot second the first time I listened to wor, but upon relisten I realized how stupid and ridiculous that was and it has been thoroughly rectified. she's so trans she's so npd she's just the best girl i adore her

2. adolin kholin. what can i say. i live for characters that are canonical sluts. he just cares so so so much and it makes me a bit insane (in a positive way)

3. jasnah kholin. once again. cares so so much. i can't believe people buy her ice queen facade because she is so terrible at not caring. its also so cool how she's basically the only atheist in a world seeped in religion. she's so aksmfhajfjg

4. renarin kholin. look i know he's barely got any screentime where im at. but i also fell in love with him at first sight simply because he encompasses that one specific character archetype i always end up loving

5. I know he's a side character (and like a side side character, not a side main character like renarin (though I think he gets a bigger role and even some own povs in the later books)), but there is something about moash man. he's got me. I love you moash I support all your wrongs

that was the post nothing else to read here haha have a good day

Okay. Hm. You may have noticed something.

But wait Kaladin mod, you may now be thinking. Where is Kal? You know. The dude you have a whole sideblog about?

Well.

Hm.

Here's the thing.

there is something about him that rubs me the wrong way a bit. the way he is so modest. the slight "holier-than-thou" vibes in everything he does (and ESPECIALLY THAT HE DOESNT SEE IT. HE DOESNT THINK HE IS SELF OBSESSED BUT HE IS HE IS) the whole reluctant hero thing. how he low-key condemns everyone who doesn't follow his idea of what is right and what is wrong.

like. it's not that I don't like him, not at all. but he *was* my least favorite pov character in my first readthrough. I already liked him a lot more in wor when he let his more petty side go wild, and I actually learned to appreciate him a lot more through this very blog since it made me think about him and who he is. And it's not like I ever DISliked him. it's just. sometimes I wish he would just shut the fuck up yanno?

The thing that compels me about Kaladin isn't his character (like it is with Shallan for example, which was love at first sight) but the extremely very obvious parallels with a bunch of people he hates - parallels that he himself isn't aware of (which is why I chose to make this blog from *his* POV: the cycles and patterns and parallels are RIGHT THERE)

please forgive me 😭🙏💔

#its like shallan reminded me a bit of lucy heartfilia who is my comfort character of all timea #while kal reminded me of jason grace who i kinda despise #I DO PROMISE I LOVE KAL TOO #(just.....not that much 💀)#relatively speaking at least #out of character.#speaking to the stormfather #interlude #top 5 #character analysis #(under the cut)

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impossible : l.c

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : may i ask forrrr a dino fluff drabble about buying furniture after moving in together (gn!reader plzz) ouo thanksss♡♡♡

a/n: hi anon!!! tysm for your request and i’m really sorry ab the long wait 😭💔 i hope you enjoy this and again tysm for your req and patience <33

word count | 0.5k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x gn!reader

genre | fluff, established relationship au

warning(s) / includes | kissing (please lmk if i missed anything!)

note | hi,,,,,,,,it’s been a while since i last posted an actual piece of writing,,,,,,v v sorry ab that 💔 hit a wall of writer’s block but i hope to be a little more consistent <33 pls don’t forget ab me /hj

“Baby, look how nice this is!”

As university students on a budget, most of the furniture that’d soon end up in your new apartment would either be thrifted or bought second-hand, realistically speaking. However, a trip to IKEA is almost customary during the moving-in process, even if you walk out with more frozen bags of meatballs and fake plants than actual furniture.

Your eyes roam over the showroom your boyfriend of two years just tugged you into. While the walls are a simple shade of cream, the mint green couch and patterned cushions add a nice pop of colour. You’ve always preferred a homey look over something too sleek or monochromatic.

“It is nice,” you agree, letting Chan pull you down with him to sit on the couch, his fingers interlaced with your own as his thumb traces patterns on your skin, “it feels very cosy.”

“And look at this bookshelf, it’s huge! We can put a ton of books here!”

“Chan,” you laugh, “I don’t think the two of us collectively own more than ten books.”

His bottom lip juts out as he pouts at you, reminding you all too much of a sad puppy that just got scolded for being too energetic. You want to kiss him. “I don’t think we’re that bad! We have the cookbook we bought together, and the novel Wonwoo got me for my birthday, and we have a few from home…”

His voice trails off in uncertainty, and after a beat of silence he speaks again, “Nevermind, you’re probably right, and our living room is definitely not this big.”

Your hand slips out of his to pat his knee, and you smile at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, this is just our first one. We’ll have room for something like this in our next place, or the one after that.” It might seem a little too early to think so far ahead when you haven’t even officially moved into your first apartment together, but you know your future is with Chan, and that’s really all that matters.

Besides, you enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling you get every time you think about reaching more of these little life milestones with him.

Beaming at your words, he leans his head on your shoulder with a hum. “That sounds nice,” he murmurs, voice wistful, “we’ll work our way up.”

“We’ll work our way up,” you echo, your hand finding his again. “Together.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he pulls away to look at you, nothing but pure adoration swirling in his irises as his gaze flits down to your lips. You meet him halfway, closing the distance between you for what you think will be a sweet peck, but your heart quite nearly leaps out of your chest when he wraps an arm around you to hold you close. His tongue swipes across your lower lip.

“Chan! We’re in public!” you hiss, pulling back as your cheeks prickle with heat.

He blinks innocently, fighting the grin that’s making its way onto his face. “What? I can’t kiss you in public now?”

Stop pouting at me, that’s not fair. “Y-You can, but not like that…”

“Like what?”

You hop off the couch with a huff. “You’re impossible.”

It only takes him less than three seconds to catch up to you. “Impossibly charming, you meant,” Chan corrects, reaching down to hold your hand.

Well, he’s not wrong.

a/n: i love my loser 😞

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