hello i have made it to 19 :] i am really happy to be alive still to make art for you all. i wanted to say thank you guys for making me feel the most seen i ever have been in my entirety on the internet, and i appreciate the friends ive made thus far. youre all very delightful people and i hope i can make more for you
please gaze upon this surprise my best friends Valentino and Eyler got for me of Gabriel singing Creep by Radiohead (THEY HID THIS FROM ME FOR A MONTH STRAIGHT)
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Dinobot lived, proved he did not live in a deterministic universe, destroyed the voyager golden record, INVENTED THE STONE AGE, served cunt, and died.
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fuck offfff poor audio processing makes ppl flirting with me so stupid they'll be like hey you're pretty and I'll go ah 👍😐. or omg yeah! 🤘 or i just laugh bashfully without even knowing what they said until like a minute later. help help my default responses are making people confused and unsettled. and those are the same responses i give when ppl talk shit about me too it's not good
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i had a really terrifying sleep paralysis slash bad dream situation last night so 1) i, half asleep and freaked out out of my mind, went to my mom's bedroom asking for water while trying not to fall over 2) got water and also my mom did a bunch of duas for me LMFAO 🤕😔 3) woke up 45 mins after my alarm and was 15 mins late to class
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saw a vid of a brown aussie and my immediate reaction was "whoo that accent is. a lot" bitch this is YOUR accent 😭
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pretty bouys are so yes
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local priest doesnt know what salting the earth means despite coming from an agricultural state, uses the phrase in a homily in the context if God making the earth beautiful. this is really fucking embarrassing for me not going to lie to you
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anon bud im not sure what worth you think sending that post about tiffany having a government position to me has. you'd think i would have made it clear enough i don't really support ao3 and that includes not wanting people to pay 10 dollars to be an otw member or whatever. it's already pretty fuckin clear the fearmongering adults who genuinely compare "antis" to christian puritans and racist queerphobic white supremacists have it in the bag on getting people not to vote for tiffany, i think as worthwhile as it is to note that she is in a position of power, it is also worthwhile to note what the post on the matter i already reblogged said about how people will clamor to talk about chinese spies regardless of what job tiffany has and i'm not gonna add to that.
also this is a dream smp blog and i'm trying to make a deltarune inspired au rn leave me be
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bro i’m going absolutely INSANE over alastor 😻😻
so, how about when lucifer comes by the hotel, he subtly flirts w alastors girl. alastor is on the verge of going apeshit and almost leaves charlie fatherless.
instead of murdering anyone, he decides to take his frustrations out on his darling, leaving bite marks and hickies on spots just visible enough for lucifer to notice next time he comes by..
a/n: im OBSESSED 😍😍
alastor immediately recognized lucifer as competition on multiple fronts. obviously, the king of hell was a threat in terms of power level, and alastor hated that. but alastor also quickly hated how charming the devil was.
upon meeting you, lucifer takes your hand and bows, placing a kiss on your hand as well. alastor's eye twitches, watching someone else put their dirty little hands and mouth on what is his. "my, what a pleasure. you're helping charlie? that's lovely! means i'll get to be seeing you around more, huh? she didn't mention such a pretty little thing was her hotel manager." lucifer speaks to you, a cool smirk on his face. he's clearly interested in you, and while alastor can't blame the man, he's seething with rage. clearing his throat, alastor takes a step towards you and reaches a hand out to lucifer in an attempt to shift his attention.
"alastor." he speaks, barely containing the anger in his voice. "it truly is an honor to be meeting you, sir." you raise a brow at the tense interaction going on in front of you but pay it no mind. lucifer gives alastor a tight lipped smile and shakes his hand. "ah, you as well. charlie has talked about you." you notice the way alastor glares at lucifer, yet keeps a smile on his face the entire time. lucifer turns back to you, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back. "now how's about a tour, hm?" he leans into your ear to whisper, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
behind you, alastor's horns grow and eyes redden, ready to risk it all in a fight with the devil and take out this whole god damned hotel if it meant lucifer never touched you again. "o-oh um, that's typically done by-" you start, but suddenly, charlie is running down the stairs with a panicked look on her face.
"heeyy dad! let's go this way, towards your room! it's late, you should rest." her smile is clearly fake, and you see her eyes dart from you to alastor and back to you. luckily, alastor reeled in his rage when the princess showed up and was back to his normal self on the surface. you can feel the energy coming from your partner, malicious intent painted all over his aura and you gulp. "al, c'mon... charlie's right."
alastor doesn't speak, but he follows you to your room for the night. the door is barely shut before alastor is lifting your legs and tossing you onto the bed. "care to explain why the fuck that little slimy king of hell was all over you?" he doesn't give you another moment to process before he's tugging your shirt over your head. "it's just harmless, al. you know i don't want anyone but you." you assure him, but alastor's teeth find your neck.
"i may trust you, darling, but i do not trust lucifer." his voice has a low growl to it that ignites your core. "but-" you gasp when alastor's mouth closes on the skin behind your ear, nipping it with sharp teeth. "no, because he and everyone in this place will know who you belong to." you shudder underneath of him, slight tinges of pain shooting down your spine at every nip and pull of your skin. alastor moves down your neck, leaving a trail of angry red and purple spots in his wake.
his tongue circles every bruise in an attempt to soothe your inflamed skin, but the marks just darken by the second. you hands dive into his hair, holding onto the silky strands. you feel alastor's body shudder as you circle the tufts of hair by his ears, making him press his hips to yours. "everyone in hell, my dear, is going to know that you're mine. not a single soul will ever try to touch you again." his breathing hitches, grinding his quickly hardening cock against your leg. you whimper when his teeth latch onto your collarbone, sucking hard and adding another welt to your skin.
"i want him to hear you." he hisses as he tugs your pants down over your ankles. its hasty, the way alastor frees his cock and pushes into your pussy, but you were more than ready for the intrusion. you cry out, suddenly being so, so full and alastor groans. "yes darling, just like that." your legs wrap around his waist, forcing every thrust just a little further until he's pounding at your cervix.
"d-don't stop sir." you gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head while alastor's mouth latches onto the other side of your neck this time. "who do you being to?" he asks, hot breath fanning your skin. "y-you, alastor!" you whine, flexing your hips up to his in an attempt to build friction. "please, make me cum. only you feel so good." alastor peppers you in soft kisses now, ever grateful that you're willing to entertain the idea of letting lucifer know just who makes you feel like this.
alastor sneaks a hand between your bodies to rub skillful circles around your clit until your legs start shaking. "good, good girl. scream for me." he smirks when your tone shifts and he can tell by how tight you squeeze around his cock. "a-alastor fuck!" your body spasms, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you cum. alastor's orgasm follows shortly after, his teeth finding your skin once more as he spills deep inside of your pussy.
you have a brief moment of embarrassment when you think about just how loud you just were, your hand flying up to your mouth. alastor just laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead. "don't panic, my sweet. i think this little display will prove quite effective in keeping lucifers grubby little hands off of you." alastor pulls out slowly and carries you to a nice warm shower before tucking you in for the night.
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"jesus christ, did you get into a fuckin' fight with a bear?" angel laughs when you walk into the kitchen the next morning. you were covered in hickeys all the way down your neck, and you were barely walking straight. lucifer refuses to make eye contact with you, especially after alastor walks into the room shortly after. "good morning everyone!" alastor chirps, smirking at lucifer who rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.
"well, there's the bear..." husk mutters, earning a cackle from angel.
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Idk if it was u or someone else that has already done this but I need Steve so out of it (hit his head or high or sum??) he literally forgets to speak English- like maybe he’s just saying stuff in Italian and he’s so confused bcuz no one understands him and he realizes he’s speaking his first language and not English.
Also the party would be drooling after him like?? He’s already cute and he speaks more then one language? Literally screaming!!!
tbh i've probably written something similar to this but for you anon, i'll do it again.
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steve was walking, and if we want to get technical, he was really wandering, with robin trailing behind him. they weren't paying attention, they weren't really thinking, so.
it just so happened that steve wandered right into an opening door, and he fell back and smacked his head on the side walk. robin proceeded to lose her shit, cackling loudly before realizing he'd actually been hurt.
"oh, shit. dingus. are you okay?"
"oh fuck, i killed him!"
and what a surprise that was. eddie just so happened to cause this brutal door attack. his head was already swimming from the fall and now he has to form words around eddie? really?
"non sono mort." he mumbled, reaching back to run the spot where he hit his head.
"oh my god. he's having a stroke, he can't talk. call 911!" eddie was always one for the dramatics.
"robin, smettila di urlare. per favore."
"is that... italian??"
"non essere ridicolo. sto parlando un inglese semplice."
"steve. oh my god. parli italiano sul serio."
and that caused him to realize what he'd been doing.
"oh no! ha fatto perdere il mio inglese!"
robin doubled over in laughter. she knew it wasn't serious enough to call an ambulance, just knocked a few screws out of place.
"what? what'd he say?! oh my god. i changed steve's language. quick find the reset button!"
this only caused robin to laugh harder, her face turning red and tears leaking from her eyes. steve started to giggle at the sight, but eddie was still watching them, wide eyed.
"are- did i hit steve so hard it started effecting you too?"
as robin sobered up, she took a few shuddering breaths before she realized what just happened. "you speak italian! since when?" she shoved her finger in steve's face.
he groaned, "since always." he brightened, "hey! it's back."
"so i- i didn't change your language?"
"no. he's bilingual."
"oh! so you just decided that for me? you told me that stuff was personal, rob. but what does that have to do with you speaking italian?"
robin laughed shortly, "that's bisexual, dingus. bi lingual means you speak two languages."
"oh. then yeah. im bilingual."
"yeah, we've covered that. but since when?"
steve shrugged. "it'd be odd if i couldn't talk to my mom, right?"
robin shook her head. "it's like every time you open your mouth i found out some new lore about you, steve." and he just shrugged.
and eddie was still there watching this whole thing, trying not to pop a stiffy at the idea of steve speaking italian to him, all slow and sexy- no! bad eddie! steve is hurt, this is not the time.
"so." he dragged out. "i'm okay, ed's." steve assured. "yeah. okay, um. are you... so like. you're one bi... are you the other bi too... or?" eddie said awkwardly.
steve blushed and robin gagged. "yeah. is this your way of asking me on a date?"
eddie nodded dumbly.
"okay. tomorrow? bennys at 6?"
"uh. uh huh."
"sounds good, ed's. i should probably get my head checked out now. a domani, amore mio."
and that was it. suddenly eddie felt like he just got hit with a door. he was still reeling from the interaction when robins distant squealing broke him from his trance.
he shook his head.
steve's got more layers than he thought.
// i did use google translate so it won't be accurate.
"i'm not dead."
"robin, stop yelling. please."
"don't be ridiculous. im speaking plain english."
"you're speaking italian. seriously."
"oh no! he knocked my english loose!"
"see you tomorrow, my love."
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hi bae !! i need a eddie x yn to that one audio https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRWXke4b/ - um idk hiw links works so pray it works for you and you know what im talking about
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how did i not see this sooner oml i die for eddie reqs (i never get any LMAO). i changed it up a lil bit to make it my own, i hope that's okay ♡︎ 18+
One of your hands cupped Eddie's cheek, feeling his warmth bleed into your palm. Your other hand was daintily wrapped around his cock, stroking him as you held his chocolate eyes prisoner.
"You look nervous, baby," you spoke lowly, your teasing tone going straight to his angry cock. "You okay?"
"I-I'm not nervous," he stuttered.
"You sure? 'Cause you're blushing, and your skin's all clammy." Your mock concern had him reeling. It tortured him, but if you stopped now, he would surely perish. That's just the affect you had on him.
He nodded shakily. "It's just my natural response, baby."
An evil giggle tumbled from your lips, and your eyes danced with mischief. "Come on, handsome. Don't lie to me. You like it when I tease you like this, don't you?"
You give him a firm squeeze, watching his eyes screw shut as a low groan escaped his throat. "Fuck."
The hand on his face found the back of his neck, urging his face closer to yours again. His eyes opened, practically swirling as you played with him. Your thumb swiped over his weeping slit, and his hips jerked into your hand.
"Tell me you like it, Eddie," you whispered, peering directly into his orbs. "Tell me or I won't let you cum."
"I-I like it. Shit, gorgeous, I like it a lot."
You grinned evilly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Good boy."
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this is frat!peter i’m crying
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvm-mBPp8Jd/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
NO STOPPP WHY DO I WANNA WRITE THIS:::
ok so u see this trend right, and yeah, you’re gonna test the fuck out of peter so for the first time ever (since that one scare) you’re excited for your period. the second you get it- ITS TIME TO FUCK W HIM
you played it up all afternoon saying how you feel yucky because of cramps and your head hurts and he’s all ‘my baby :( come cuddle’ after a few hours you roll away for the bathroom and wait a few minutes and very timidly open the door.
‘petey?’
‘trouble?’
you stay silent- he looks up and sees you staring at your socks. you look ashamed.
‘what’s wrong?’
you nibble on your lip, ‘im on my period’
‘i’m aware, feeling extra crampy? wanna shower sex it up?’
-you almost toss the plan to the side. almost-
you shake your head, ‘something bad happened’
peter’s first thought was a leak, he throws his blankets back and looks over the sheets.
‘no, you’re all clear.’
‘um, i was trying to change my tampon.’
‘gross.’
‘and…. i can’t.’
peter catches on, he slowly rises from bed and throws a shirt on.
‘no biggie, text me what kind you use. i’ll go grab em.’
he’s too kind. you stop him.
‘no!’
your ‘panic’ stops him.
‘why, you want pads?’
‘no, i …’ you mumble the words, it makes him step closer, he pulls at your hand.
‘what’s that, mumbles?’
you look up to see his reaction, ‘it’s… stuck in me.’
his eyes flash down to your pajama shorts.
‘what’s stuck in you?’
‘my tampon.’
peter’s eyes shoot back down.
‘how… how does that happen? i don’t… what do you mean stuck?’
‘like- i can’t reach it. it’s up there.’
peter acts like he’s pulling a rope above him.
‘isn’t there like… one of these.’
you shake your head, ‘i mean it, peter. way up there.’ you look away when you ask, ‘will you help?’
peter stares at your crotch. ‘like… you want me to go fishing in there?’
‘i can’t reach it!’
‘i…’ he wants to say how gross it is, but he’d be joking and you seem embarrassed to even ask. plus, it’s not like you have anyone else to ask. he knows that area in and out, if anyone could do it quickly it’d be him.
your face falls when he walks away, you thought he’d be down for it. it’s just a joke but now you know he wouldn’t actually do it, it makes you feel hurt.
it’s like he can sense your upset.
‘i’m not leaving you, im getting the towel.’
the towel.
may got him a set of dark red towels to match with his frat, and one night when peter seemed a little desperate, you shut him down with a sorry pout.
‘shark week. trust me, with these cramps, it kills me to say no.’
it insulted peter you think that’d stop him. he hadn’t had period sex before that but he can imagine it’s the same just a little wetter, and he assumes you’d be extremely sensitive so…
he brings a red towel out and raises his eyebrows.
‘i’m down if you’re down.’
and since then, it’s the towel. it stays in the closet until it’s needed, then you wash it and return in.
a smile breaks over your face, he’s jumping into action.
‘no! you don’t have to! i was just testing you.’
peter’s closet door slowly shuts, ‘so, no stuck tampon?’
‘no, i just wanted to see if you would do it.’
‘oh. well, should i put the towel away?’
you step out from the bathroom doorway to look at him, you share a glance that says the same thing. peter tosses the towel to the bed while you answer.
‘no.’
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thinking about FCO Rosquez at their first PR-forced public dinner (like a week or two after the announcement, Wednesday or Thursday night) and how their conversation is supposed to go when Marc was dying to talk to Valentino all winter (still has a string of unanswered texts in his phone) but now he’s closed off and Valentino wants to make this work but can’t have them fight in public or be silent for an entire hour, do we think they find a middle ground or Vale just talk about random things on his own or they somehow ignore everything and are able to tell each other about their winter or subjects that have nothing to do with MotoGP or—
court mandated date night nooooo poor marc :(
this is so nuts to think about... like even outside the insane emotional reality of getting outed and the violence of public scrutiny and like. marc having (once again !) his ability to control his own narrative ripped away from him by his association with valentino— which is his LEAST favorite thing (i do think he blames himself for the photos though... like maybe if i wasnt such a whore we wouldnt be in this mess :((( which. marc buddy naur.) on TOP of that he is having a romantic candellit dinner with his ex situationship that he is still in love with. one million points lightning damage. so everyone is extremely strung out at this shitty little date night table (michelin restaurant lbr) and marc has justtttt gone dark on his whatsapp thread with valentino. maybe he is trying to maybe exert some control over his life here in small ways... put up SOME walls in clumsy self protective fashion...
but VALE is like okay. so if this thing between us is public he doesnt want it or want me. interesting. okay im cool im fine im good np who cares i hate him anyway (girl.) and he's also um. kind of reeling from the abrupt reversal of the status quo here tbh. marc has never played hard to get ever ever not once in his entire life. no self preservation on that man 5ever. he's literally always been there giving vale flattering attention and being in love with him !!! so vale is kind of off-balance here being met with some version of the marc marquez freezeout, not sure how to react but missing marc's attention. and he chooses to compensate as he does with most roadblocks in his life: full charm offensive. (he also, in some selfless and tender corner in the back of his mind that he is trying to ignore, just really and truly knows marc is FREAKED and misses seeing him laugh. he wants the evil jajajas.... he will do anything for the evil jajajas....) so he is trying. SO hard to get him to crack a smile. lowkey causing a scene in the restaurant by being such a clown... but marc isnt really biting. is still responding, like they ARE having a conversation, but its nothing like it used to be. clearly he is just being polite. smiles twice ALL night—all wan and pale and beautiful and so clearly exhausted—and vale's mouth gets all dry and his ribcage feels like its going to implode. and of course in response to this he is like wow. my heartburn is going crazy. damn. [chugging wine].
like looking to real life, as awkward as rosquez have been in their years of estrangement, they have always had to share space. for 6 years in that paddock ! that's a lot of years of small talk ! they can have and will do it if necessary... so as the night drags i think marc talks about riding and the season to fill in the gaps... goes home and gives himself a list of regimented rules to stick to when interacting with valentino (i see him texting exclusively the PR thread more as his classically unpracticed self protection style than like. a deliberate fuck you to that end. i cant drunk booty call vale if karen from PR is also there type stuff). that being said, eventually i do think he makes elaborate excuses to BEND these rules bc he still wants valentino's attention. and also his tongue in his mouth. hes like okay! i am only kissing valentino in front of tv cameras if we both podium! and then they DONT share a podium and hes like. okay! it would be WEIRD if i didnt kiss vale after i podiumed even if he didnt! because thats what i would do if we were actually together! [starts jogging across the paddock like a dick-seeking missile.]
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Hey aubs <3
Saw the ikevamp reqs and i keep thinking about how germain was my favorite, but back when i played his route wasn't even out (sadge) so i was thinking if you could do me a solid* (you always do and are such an amazing author fr fr <3)
So i was thinking, can you do me frienemies-to-lovers germain and gn! vampire "hunter"! reader? You can make it whatever prompt you feel like <3
HAVE A GOOD DAYYYY <3
*it's ABSOLUTELY no pressure, you can absolutely delete this req if you don't wanna do it
SUMMARY: you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.
WARNINGS: none!!! :D
COMMENTS: UM THIS ISNT QUITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT . I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY ^^; not beta read because im lazy if theres typos DONT READ THEM THEYRE NOT THERE
Your vision goes blurry as you’re thrown against the wall of a dingy alleyway, sharp nails digging into your skin. A loud hiss and hot breath against your neck make your heart jump in your throat. Grasping at your wooden stake, you smack the back of it against the vampire’s head, sending them reeling. Taking the chance, you kick them up against the opposite wall and drive your stake through their hand.
Their scream of pain smells like blood and flesh.
You aim a well-placed kick at their head, knocking them to the concrete, and they still. The sickening crack of their skull meeting the pavement gains no reaction from you.
You reach down, yanking the wooden stake out from their hand. They don’t move.
You raise it over your head and bring it down, stabbing straight through their chest.
A raspy breath escapes the body as their muscles twitch, and they fall still once again.
“I see you’re out and about again, mon chérie.”
You don’t even acknowledge the familiar voice as you stare down at your most recent kill. Despite what people in the business say, you know you’ll never quite get used to this.
Not killing the vampires, and certainly not the vampire that’s taken to following you around on nights like these.
His name is Comte de Saint Germain, and the tension between you two has always been palpable.
“Indeed I am.” you finally respond, turning to face his towering silhouette. It’s at times like these when you’re fully aware that he is, indeed, a vampire, despite what the upper class of France may believe.
It’s not that you’re wary of him because he’s the type of beast you hunt.
You’re wary of him because he hasn’t stopped you yet.
“I’m assuming that poor soul attacked an innocent.” he mused, stepping closer to you in order to examine the body.
“They did.” you answer curtly.
Comte hums. He kneels next to the body and murmurs something under his breath.
You reach for your stake.
“There’s no need for that.” he turns back to you as if sensing your movement smiling up at you.
The smile is tense. Fake. Meant to make you let down your guard.
You grip your stake harder.
Comte stands up, not a single speck of blood or dust on his clothing. He’s facing you, the smile on his face still plastered across his lips.
“You should consider taking a more peaceful approach next time. You never know what the vampire you kill could be suffering from.” Comte says, and although his voice is soft there’s a steely edge to it.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing as you wait for the slightest movement.
He makes no move towards you. Instead, he chuckles and disappears into the night, and you’re left in the alleyway with blood-soaked clothing and a racing heart.
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JSSJJSJA I LOVE UR WRITING 😭😭 I'M MUNCHING SO HARD ON IT
p.s im the anon who asked for that farah x g/n reader after a hard mission if that even matters but
-besides that, I have another request🤭🤭 if u have time ofc
g/n reader whos afraid of thunderstorms (from PTSD maybe) and there just so happens to be a thunderstorm tonight oh no but farah is there with them🤩
SORRY FOR THIS REALLY LONG REQUEST BUT UM HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT RAHH GO WILD
GIGGLINGNGN IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITT 😚😚
(I’d call you the Farah anon but atp my, like, whole page is Farah. Not that I’m complaining 😇)
And absolutely I will absolutely devour any reqs I get, esp Farah ones, I just love them smmsmm 😇
(AND DONT APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH LUVVIEE 💟💟 I LOVE GETTING REQS 🫂)
Also also sorry for the wait ive been focusing a little on art and personal life stuff that’s absolutely battering me rn 🧍♂️
Farah Karim x GN!Traumatised! Reader 😚
To say nights were hard was a bit of an understatement for you. Sleep didn’t come easy - not when it was majorly plagued with painful projections and stalking memories, haunting you throughout the night when they couldn’t tear at you through the day.
So, you being up at god-knows-when at night really wasn’t too alarming. You didn’t even mind it that much anymore, it was a bit like a routine. The exhaustion was annoying, and the daily naps were a pain, but it was easier than attempting to face sleep.
Usually. Usually, your waking mind was clearer and safer than your sleeping one. Not tonight.
Tonight? Tonight, the thunder rolling through the air practically sent shockwaves through your room, sending your mind reeling into that fogged, not-quite-here, am-i-there haze, making your chest ache and stomach knot painfully. You wished your mind would surrender you to sleep, even if it was just trading one hell for another.
It wasn’t long before you ended up at Farah’s door like a little lost puppy. It seemed pointless - your hand was heavy with the fear of being a burden and you couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten there. The throbbing weight in your chest seemed to ebb into the air, the thickness slipping from your lungs before you could really get a full breath in.
Farah opening the door almost into your face was actually blessed coincidence, the empty glass in her hand somehow assured your oblivious little mind of just how much of a problem you were to her.
She didn’t even need to see the tears verging on spilling over your cheeks to know.
“Oh, hon, come on, lovely. I can’t have you out here by yourself, can I?”
You only just brought yourself to nod, lower lip wobbling involuntarily. Hands slipped across your back before you could burst into tears, softly guiding your listless form into her room, what little awareness you had left trailing behind. The gentle click of the door shutting only just stood out from the blood rushing through your ears, trying to shield from the growling of the thunder outside.
“Are you.. Are you warm enough, قلبي?” Her words were so motherly it hurt.
“How about I get you something warm to drink, alright? I’ll make your favourite, promise. Then we can snuggle up here and have a movie marathon, or something. How does that sound, love?”
A cosy, toasty drink and snuggles with your favourite girl? It did sound nice.
Farah’s smile widened. You must’ve nodded, or something. You didn’t quite know.
“There. I’m glad you like that idea. Just hold up one second, right?”
And then she plodded off again. Her absence made you hurt primally, fear creeping across your chest and up your throat, latching onto you with an iron grip. No, no, she couldn’t leave, it wasn’t safe, how did you let her go all alone what if-
“Hey, حبيبي, hey, it’s okay. Come here, shh.”
She was back. It felt like some kind of emotional whiplash, your feelings being pulled apart and moulded back together again, moving too quickly for you to really react.
Gentle, familiar hands guided you to sit back down - when had you stood up? - and cradled your cheek in their careful hold. Something slipped up over your ears, and the world went quiet again. Almost disturbingly so, the lack of input, of reassurance to your senses, it was scary.
It was like Farah read your mind as she leaned back in to whisper right next to your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Come on, you’re alright. We’re safe right now, we just have to let this storm pass. Literally, for once.”
The relaxed humour brought a weak smile to your face. It didn’t quite reach your eyes, but that was alright. You needed time and reassurance, only one of those had you received a decent amount of.
Her bed creaked as she joined next to you, worn, homely springs groaning with effort. Your hands were enveloped in her touch once again, substantial warmth coating the back of your hand, branching out over your palm and peeking up your wrist.
Farah didn’t hesitate to ease you down against the headboard, tucking a hand down against the small of your back as she fumbled for something she’d placed on the bedside table.
“Do you want that drink, love? I made your favourite. Same way as usual, don’t worry.” The mug was held by your hand, supporting it as you took it in your shaking ones. Her lips puckered softly as she puffed over the hot liquid, a little plume of steam flowing up to your face, the warm flash dragging your mind back somewhat. You idly noticed the seeds of a headache taking root against your temple.
“Careful, غالي, it’s hot.” It took a few moments to drag your eyes up and take her in, but you got there in the end. “Oh, hello, sweetheart. Popped back in, have we?” The light bags tugging at her under eye were engulfed by the soft plush of her cheeks as she smiled. To say she looked relieved was a bit of an understatement. One of her hands slipped from the mug, ensuring it was stable before coming up to give your cheek a little squeeze, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.
At your slow nod, her smile widened even further, gratitude pouring into her gaze. The mug was, once again, eased from your grasp at your seeming disinterest. It was probably going cold, but she didn’t particularly care.
“How do you feel about taking a nap, lovely? Just you and me. We can put on a movie too, like a little cosy movie night - does that sound nice?”
“Yeah..” Your words were almost too shaky to be intelligible, but seeing Farah’s warm glow at the attempt made it worth it.
Hands roamed gently under your thighs, easing you down into her shockingly comfy covers - ‘commander’s privileges’ - and proceeding to tuck you in, fussing over you all the while. It was a win/win, really, she got to look after and fuss over you, and you got a little bit of well-deserved spoiling.
After you were sufficiently smothered, Farah pulled herself up off the bed, calling out a soft ‘one sec’ before jogging out of the room. It was quiet. That wasn’t that bad anymore, though. She’d be back, soon.
Your mind barely wandered in the time it took for her to swipe the laptop off of the coffee table and speed back. She knew better than to leave you alone with your thoughts right now, though your semi-calmness when she got back was reassuring.
“Here we are..” Farah murmured idly, clambering up next to you, placing the laptop on the bedside table by your head. You were softly eased onto your side and pulled to a firm, pillowy chest. One arm was laid out under your shoulder, simultaneously supporting you and reaching out to the laptop, opening up her downloads and mindlessly scrolling through her library of movies. Her other arm was laid over your side, kneading at your tummy before moving slowly up to your chest.
The next few minutes were spent with Farah idly chatting into your ear, bouncing movie ideas off of you as she internally preened at each and every response you gave. Together, you decided on a movie, and cuddled into each other’s safe warmth as the opening credits rolled.
By the halfway mark, you were fast asleep. By the end, Farah was too.
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Sorry for the kinda rushed ending, I wanted to maybe take this a little further sometime, but it’s been ages and I wanted to give yous a little sumet to munch on /j
Pinky promise I’ll try to drag myself out of my sorta-hiatus 😚🫂
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yuqi x fem!reader smut fic? 🤭🤭
For the Memories - SYQ
my second ever solo oneshot scenario! thanks for the request
wc: 1.1k (4 mins reading time (?))
WARNING: smut, lingerie, friends-to-fwb, suggestive picture taking (before and after sex), light humiliation, fingering, cunnilingus, humping (clitoral stimulation), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cocky!yuqi, switchdom!yuqi, pervert(ish)!reader, switch!reader, fem reader, fiction, yuqi x reader ofc, all fiction
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the door practically flew open. "gotcha- oop-!.."
yuqi was so immersed in her picture-taking that she didn't even recognize you abruptly introducing yourself in her room. she was taking cute and slightly teasing pictures of herself on the bed for fans, mainly showing off her silk white robe and the full lacy bralette she was wearing. you struggled hard not to drool all over the floor upon seeing her.
"well," yuqi spoke out to you in a elongated way, bringing you out of your trance. "are you going to stare at me or help me take more pictures for my instagram?"
you, shaking your head a little to ground yourself, agreed and took the crimson girl's phone. as yuqi posed for you, you became more and more aroused. it didn't take long for her to see your thighs clenching together oh so subtly.
smirking, your friend decides to ask you a rather risky question. "are you horny?"
you, realizing what she was getting to, spread your legs a bit and scoffed. "please," you bluffed. "like you could ever do anything about it."
"really?" yuqi pulled the string tie of her robe and showcased her lower half, completely bare. you couldn't hold it anymore and let your mouth drop, simultaneously dropping the phone on the bed. yuqi chuckled at your expression. "you like the way i look down there?"
"uh- um.."
"ive seen the way you'd look at me: liking my pictures, whispering to our friends about my ass whenever i wear more revealing shorts, and even now you can't stop closing your legs."
you immediately put your hands between your thighs in embarrassment as your face began to feel warm.
yuqi laughed even harder, taking one of your hands and putting it on her pelvis. "go ahead," she encouraged, laying down while keeping your hand where she set it on her body, spreading her legs. "show me what that dirty mind of yours has been thinking of since day one."
even though you were still in shock, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about how heavenly in-between your friend's legs may be. so you took the plunge. resting your hands on each each of her creamy-appearing thighs, you stuck out your tongue and gave an experimental lick up her center, stopping to lightly suck on her surprisingly warm clit.
the confident girl gasped and let out a soft moan at the feeling of your warm tongue on her equally temperature center. "fuck," she exclaimed, her breathing getting heavier as you gained confidence with every lick you gave unto her yuqi's slit.
soon enough you were lapping onto yuqi's core, with her low moans pitching up ever so slightly. you knew she was close to her high when she started to buck up her hips into your face, successfully wetting your nose with each gyration. "please," she pleaded, "i need more. im about cum. please."
smirking at how easily you broke the once cocky woman, you ran your middle finger up and down yuqi's slit, then pushed in, curling up. that action alone had yuqi reeling, her yells being sheer music to your ears. "that's it," you encouraged, fucking the one finger you had in her to make her high last longer. "cum for me like the good girl you are."
once you heard yuqi whimpering from the slight overstimulation, you pulled her upwards to give her a kiss. not a kiss of love-- unless you count platonic kisses-- but a kiss of pure lust. you wanted to ruin her, to make her yours just for tonight, to show her how much you wanted to defile the body you could only dream of. and all without actually garnering any romantic feelings for her.
after making out with her, you laid down, pulling yuqi's hips over your chest. "sit on my face, love," you asked, sticking your tongue out teasingly. yuqi, having gained her energy from earlier, nodded and smiled. she pulled down your shorts and undies before hovering over your awaiting lips.
"wanna make you feel good too," yuqi explained, smiling at the way you groaned against her. once you felt her dainty fingers rub over your lips, you pulled her hips down and ran your tongue against her cunt. moans and slurps and pleads rang around the room, with you two soon coming undone. "im gonna cum again!" yuqi exclaimed before grinding on your face hard. wanting to make her release quickly, you circled your tongue around her nub while sucking harshly on it, making her scream.
at this point you were yelping too by the way yuqi's fingers were working you open, just in time for the last thing you wanted to do with her. your ultimate fantasy. as the slightly taller girl crawled off your cum-covered chin, you pulled at her hips again. this time you let her rest on your own hips. "i want us to grind against each other."
yuqi smirked before lifting both your hands up and over your head. "sure," she answered, "but this time i lead." when you opened your legs, allowing her to rest on your awaiting clit, she chuckled. "after this i bet you'd always beg me to be on top." when you were about to protest because-- who said there'd ever be a next time?-- you felt the crimson woman's hips gyrate. you choked out a pleasured moan.
"shi-- shit," you breathed out, loving the sensation the cunt above you was giving to your swollen clit. yuqi only smiled and, while using one hand to pin your wrists down, glided the other one to your neck before adding pressure. this action alone was sending you.
"what a pretty little slut you are," yuqi cooed. how'd she go from being on her knees for you to the total opposite? you couldn't even comprehend it, especially when she had such a strong yet careful grip on your sensitive throat. "i bet you would cum right now if i tell you too," yuqi further taunted you.
you wanted cum. you needed to. "please, gigi please," you pleaded. you were bordering tears, especially when her clit was practically pecking yours as she decided to thrust up and down on your pelvis.
leaning forward and giving a kiss to your cheek before pressing her pussy hard on your center, she whispered. "cum for me, baby."
you blacked out. you're sure of it.
when you woke up, you saw a polaroid vintage camera taking pictures of your spent body before you saw your friend's face. when she saw your eyebrows furrow in confusion, yuqi laughed and simply said, "for the memories." you were going to remember this night, for sure.
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sorry this was later than you might have wanted. i hope that you liked it nonetheless!
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