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sansaorgana · 3 months
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Please do a gif set of female costumes in the Netflix series 1670
omg I literally made it earlier today after making a post that I made gifsets for every episode and for Aniela's costume. it's in my drafts and I wanted to post it after I post all the episodes gifsets but since you asked, I might post it right now 🤭
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skitskatdacat63 · 3 months
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Frank Sinatra with "My Way" in the title 🤝 making me want to crumple up on the floor
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ilitwmc · 2 years
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just realized u're no longer active here when i was scrolling the tags but as an old guard it lives stan. are u going to play ilw on the 30th? 👀
i pop in every so often actually to scroll for a bit and see whats going on! i still think abt it lives all the time SHJSHKJS i've been replaying it for the last little while <3
but i might! i didn't know it was coming out so soon and i am very curious about it!!!
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bruisedboys · 3 months
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I’d love to see candy cane ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ IT’S SO JAMES CODED OMG
also congratulations on 6k you deserve it so much!!
omg it is sooo james coded!!! also this is funny bc a while ago my bff aerial did this exact prompt with james for a request I sent in! great minds think alike I guess
james potter x fem!reader
James is bombarded with your loveliness the moment he walks in the door.
“Jamie!” You beam at him from where you’re folding laundry on the living room floor. You roll up a pair of his socks before scrambling to your feet to meet him. “Hello, honey. How was work?”
You throw yourself at him in a clumsy but no less affectionate hug. James takes the brunt of your weight happily, his hands folding around your waist.
“Hello,” he says back, a little dazed. You smell lovely. His hands skim over the strip of bare skin on your back, where your top rides up. You’re warm under his palms. “It, um. It was good.”
You pull back, still positively beaming. James blinks at you. You’re so pretty and so clearly ecstatic to seem him. He could die.
“Yeah?” You ask him, head tilting slightly to the side. James thinks you resemble a puppy, a little bit. “That’s good. Are you hungry, baby? ‘Cos I haven’t started on dinner yet, but I can get it going now, if—“
“Sweetheart.” James stops your sweet rambling, and brings a hand to your jaw. “I’m okay. I’ll eat whenever you’re ready, yeah?”
You nod. “Okay. You’re sure you’re not hungry?”
James does his best to smile at you, but it’s hard when you’re being so lovely and all he really wants is to kiss you silly. “Yes. I’m sure, bub. Let me help you with the laundry?”
You let him help you, albeit grudgingly. You both sit on the floor and sort things into piles. James notices, with not much surprise, that your folding is much neater than his. You’re chatting away to him, and he’s listening, he swears he is, but he’s so distracted by how achingly lovely you are that it’s hard to pay attention.
When you’re done you crawl across the piles to sit closer to him, crossing your legs so your knees press into his. You put your hand on James’ thigh and he feels starstruck.
“So, for dinner,” you start conversationally, like you’re not being the loveliest most captivating girl he’s ever met right now. “I was thinking mac ‘n’ cheese? There’s lots of pasta in the cupboard for it. Or we could do tomato soup, or just takeout if you want. Whatever you like, Jamie.”
And you push your hand further up his thigh, and smile this awful smile that makes James’ heart race, makes his palms sweat and his head swim.
“I— okay. Um. Uh, um.” What were you talking about again? He thinks you might have mentioned pasta. “Pasta is good, I think?”
You give him a half bewildered, half amused look. “James, what?” You say, giggling a bit. You bring your hand to his cheek and he hopes he’s not as boiling hot as he thinks he is. “Are you okay?”
James shakes his head from side to side as if to clear it. “I’m fine, it’s— I’m just. You’re—“ And he literally has to stop talking, because the way you’re looking at him is tying his tongue in knots. How do you expect him to be able to function properly when you’re being so lovely? When you’re touching his cheek and sitting so close, asking him what he wants for dinner and looking at him like he’s made of starlight. He puffs out a big breath, hot in the face.
“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh?” He admits, totally embarrassed but also totally past caring. “Must be because of how pretty you look.”
The spell breaks. You rolls your eyes and huff at him, good natured. “James,” you groan.
“What?” James laughs and takes your hand from his cheek, lacing his fingers with yours. “I’m serious. You’re messing me up, sweet thing.”
You squint at him, like you’re trying to figure out if he’s being serious or not. Your must realise he’s totally and completely serious, because you wrinkle your nose at him.
“Ugh.” You say, and unfold yourself to stand up.“You’re impossible.”
James gawks up at you. “I’m impossible? You’re the one bewitching me like some sort of evil witch woman.”
You giggle and flounce off, saying something about putting the pasta on to boil. James is left to sit there wondering if you really have put him under a spell. He sure feels like it.
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clonehighdoublehelix · 2 months
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The first thirty(ish) seconds of my as-yet-unfinished fan short. The working title was 'The Funniest Possible Ending to Clone High' Thought I'd share it now because WOW did I end up getting a whole bunch of stuff right! It's a little dispiriting that the finale ending up adhering so close to what I'd come up with but parallel thinking was inevitable; Cloney Island was always Scudworth's endgame. I'm still planning to finish it because it's been a great way to teach myself ToonBoom and I still like the jokes I wrote. Yes, it also ends on a cliffhanger but it's a different I promise! ( full disclosure, I also went for the TO BE CONTINUED??! callback. Damn, great minds truly do think alike!!)
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peachymilkandcream · 4 months
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My Husband, My Monster|Part 1|William Afton x Wife!Reader
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(A/N: So this is the fandom that won the poll! I'll try and keep these and Break Me Slowly regular, but still feel free to give me requests for both in my inbox, I do oneshots and headcanons as well as I'll answer your questions and comments! (Please just read the rules first) I think I have a general timeline and idea of the lore [It's FNAF lore it's complicated as fuck] so I'm going with my best guess on things. Hope you guys enjoy!)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William's a warning himself, etc.
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Who knew that a bit of twisted words and cash made all of your problems go away? William had struggled to stay open with Henry Emily's company showing such strides in mechanical technology. He was still wearing homemade cloth suits while his rival had dancing puppets that children adored. His dreams and ideas were being stolen right out from under him in his eyes, rolling in mountains of debt and the threat of closing down looming over his head. They were his characters, his dream, his business idea, and the bastard had to steal it and make it better. Even though he had bought William out of debt all those years back, it didn't change the sting of defeat when the two businesses merged.
Now he didn't regret it, Fredbear's Family Diner was just starting out but it was already projected to be a success. His characters took centre stage and had never been more alive, delighting young and old alike, his legacy started now.
Which is when he noticed the girl sitting at a table with her friend, they were giggling and laughing together over some inside joke. William had always had a soft spot for pretty girls, his more reckless years spent taking what women offered him freely, now he didn't have the time.
However for this girl he might just be able to make the time.
Casually he walks over, pretending to just be passing by, when he spies the job application she's filling out on the table and catching snippets of their conversation.
"I'm just saying, you're not going to have time for school while getting even a part time job." The friend was saying this, a slightly concerned expression on her face. "And now offence, you're not the brightest bulb, you need all the time to study that you can get."
"Well thanks." She mutters, giggling slightly. "But I can't afford college with my situation now. Mom and Dad agreed to pay for most of it, but-" She hesitates with a blush. "I want the full college experience."
"Ooh~" Her friend seems intrigued. "My best friend finally loosing her innocence? Scandalous."
She scoffs. "Look I just haven't found the right guy yet, it'll happen when it happens."
At this William can't help but interject. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but glance over your shoulder and see you're applying for a job here."
She meets his eyes, and man was he a sucker for a pretty face. "Yeah I am, are you a manager here?"
He chuckles a little. "No actually, I'm the owner." While co-owner was technically true he liked to tell people he owned it solely to give himself an ego boost. "If you wanted, I could do the interview right here."
"Wait really?"
"Actually, she's fine, thanks, she's going to get a job with my mom or something. Come on let's go-" Her friend slides out of the booth, trying to drag the woman with her.
"Well I'm going to be brutally honest with you here ma'am, for a girl your age your options are going to be extremely limited. And even though the pay isn't great it's a great experience."
She stops, considering his words before waving off her friend. "Go ahead, I think I'll still fill it out, never hurts."
"If you'd like I can interview you right now, save some time."
"Oh wow that would be awesome-"
"Seriously? Listen, this guy gives me a weird feeling, let's just go okay? And I'll find you something better." The friend again reaches for her to come along, but the girl refuses.
"I'm serious, go on and I'll tell you how it went later."
With a huff her friend leaves, a clearly annoyed expression evident on her face.
William regains his composure before sitting across from her. "So, a job. Tell me what you can do." He crosses his hands on the table in front of her, a smile easily coming to his face.
"Well, I was thinking I would be a good server, I'm good with people, especially kids, and I love to clean. I can cook pretty well too but I think something at this scale would be too much for me." She laughs a little, clearly trying to ease a little nervousness.
He joins in on her laughter, hoping to make her comfortable around him, since that's what he wanted. "I suppose that's fair. Out of curiosity, why is it you want this job?" She was hired already, that he knew, a pretty face with a nice ass? What more could you want from an employee?
"Well I'm in college, and I want to be able to afford just some extras to really experience that life before it's too late."
"College?" He feigns interest, in his opinion all she was doing was wasting her most fertile years and her money. If she's halfway decent at any of her qualifications then she'd easily find a rich enough man like him, pop out a few kids and have a truly fulfilling life. "Can I ask what for?"
"Psychology, the human mind has always fascinated me."
"Oh yes definitely." He suppresses an eye roll, even more of a useless degree, maybe he could help this girl from throwing her life away because she thinks deep thoughts will make her money. "Then I should ask for your class schedule for hours."
"Right, I always keep it with me because I'm always forgetting." She giggles again, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him. "I cannot work these times but anything else I'm there."
Wanting these hours to know when not to schedule this girl was the last thing on William's mind. "Well I'll do what I can, but it's not that easy, you have to be flexible in the real world."
"Of course, I understand that sir."
"William, call me William. My grandfather was sir and my father was Mr. Afton, so I'm just William." He flashes another smile, coaxing one from her lips as well.
"Alright, William." She tests his name out on her tongue with a soft smile and a subtle blush, the poor girl clearly hasn't been within five feet of a man before.
"Now Miss, have you had any work experience prior to this?"
"No, I haven't, this sounds entitled but I've never really had the need to up until now?"
"There's nothing wrong with that, although I'll need to teach you the proper dynamic between employee and employer. But I trust that won't be a problem, right?"
"Not at all sir-er-William. I'm more than happy to learn."
"Good, all you need to know is that I'm your friend, but I have authority over you so you need to follow what I say without question."
"Why without question?"
Oh she was so naive. "Insubordination, it's grounds with which you can be fired. So best not to stray too far towards that right?" He winks.
"Absolutely-" She shivers slightly.
"Then if that's it..." He draws the moment out for it to seem authentic. "Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner and we're happy to have you on the team." He extends a hand to shake, which she grasps eagerly, her rows of white teeth on full display.
"Oh thank you so much! When do I start?"
"We'll have you start next week, let's say, Monday."
"That's perfect, that's so perfect-" She glances at the door. "I really should go, I think I've pissed her off enough as it is, thank you for your time." She shakes his hand and hurries out the door.
"Oh trust me, don't worry about it." He watches her go, a small smile coming to his face.
This was just the beginning.
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reashot · 8 months
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We're Just Shower Buddies, that's all...
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Jaune: *whistling in the shower* 🎶
Ruby: Hi there shower Bud! Room for one more?
Jaune: For you Ruby, of course. Come on in the water is warm.
Ruby: Yay! *Glomp*
Jaune: Hey, what's gotten into you? You being extra clingy right now.
Ruby: That's because something really good just happened to me.
Jaune: You do? That's great. Tell me all about it Rubes?
Ruby: Well guess what? I asked Weiss out on a date and she said yes!
Jaune: Oh My Oum!!! That is good! Heck it's Great even! We should go out and celebrate! *Tightly embrace Ruby*
Ruby: Yeah! Where do you think we should go?
Jaune: Well, where do you want to go?
Ruby: Wait you're asking me. Oh geez, I don't know where do you like to go?
Jaune: Oh, you want me to choose... Well how about we go to that firearms show you been wanting to go to?
Ruby: Really!.... Uh, I mean. Can we go somewhere else?
Jaune: But why. I thought you been dying to go there?
Ruby: Yeah... But that's where I want to go. I like guns but you don't. I want you to have fun too. I want for the both of us to have fun together.
Jaune: Ruby you don't have to force yourself not to have fun on my account. I'm happy with whatever you choose.
Ruby: And that's why I want us to go place we both can enjoy. Jaune you would be "happy" with anything I choose. But its not okay Jaune. You need to be selfish once in a while and put your happiness first. On this issue I'm putting my foot down.
Jaune: Really? Okay fine... Let me think. Well, There is an amusement park where I been wanting to go for some time. Do you want to go there with me?
Ruby: Oh! You mean the brand new Montyland amusement park. 🎡🎠🎢 Oh My Oum! That's the same place where Weiss is asking me out on a date too.
Jaune: Wow. What a coincidence... I guess it's true that great mind does think alike after all.
Ruby: *giggle* Why Jaune. I think all these hot shower is starting to get inside your head. Cause I'm pretty sure you're full of hot air right now.
Jaune: And I guess it's true that a genius is never appreciated in their lifetime... 💡Hey Ruby. I just had an idea. Why don't we treat our celebration as pre-date for your real date with Weiss?
Ruby: *gasp* You mean like a practice date?
Jaune: Yes. That way you will be prepared on your first date with Weiss.
Ruby: Ah. You really are a genius Jaune. *presses her soft chest on Jaune's hard one*
Hmmm?
Jaune: What's wrong?
Ruby: Jaune, have you been working out?
Jaune: I see you finally noticed it. I been working out with Pyrrha for a while now. And the result you can see for yourself.
Ruby: Wow. I can tell. Look at how fit you are right now.
Jaune: Let see Weiss call me a noodle boy now. 💪
Ruby: You still a dork you know. No matter how much of hunky beefcake you are right now nothing is ever gonna change that.
Jaune: Okay. That's it Ruby you've awaken the dragon. *nibble on Ruby's neck*
Ruby: N-no.... S-stop it... You big j-jerk... Aahhh! (Inaudible moan)
Jaune: So ready to apologize yet?
Ruby: *gasping for air* O-okay, okay I give. I apologize. Jeez, you jerk I was only kidding.
Jaune: I'm only kidding too Ruby. Learn to take a joke why don'tcha *giggle*
Ruby: *playfully punch Jaune in his hard chest* N-O-T F-U-N-N-Y.
Jaune: Okay I'm sorry too... *hug Ruby*
Ruby: *whisper in his ear* Jaune now that I finally asked Weiss out when are you going to ask Pyrrha out?
Jaune: M-me. A-asking Pyrrha out. I-I don't know whatchu talking about?
Ruby: Oh, for crying out loud. Jaune I know you have a crush on Pyrrha.
Jaune: You knew! A-anyway I can't just ask her out, okay. She's clearly way over my league. And if I do what if she said no?
Ruby: Jaune Arc! If I can ask Weiss out on a date. A girl that's clearly way-way out of my league. You can definitely ask Pyrrha out. And Jaune trust me on this she clearly have a crush on you too. She will definitely say yes if you ask her out.
Jaune: R-really? *shakes head* L-look we better get back on track, okay? We can deal with my dating life later. For now it's all about your date with Weiss.
Ruby: Speaking of Weiss... D-do you think she's gonna kiss me on the first date?
Jaune: A kiss with Weiss I don't know Ruby, but isn't it a good thing?
Ruby: But what if I messed up? I mean it's not unheard of that a great date can be ruined by a bad kiss... D-do you think we need to add a kissing practice on our not date?
Jaune: As much as I would like to help you. I have to say no on that... I mean the entire point of a first kiss is that you supposed to be bad at it. So don't worry too much about it Ruby. I bet you'll do "great" on your first kiss.
Ruby: I-I just want the entire thing to be perfect...
Jaune: That's what our practice date are for... And Ruby this might not count as a practice kiss... *tenderly kiss Ruby's forehead*
Ruby: *blush* You sly! Oh Jaune, you are so lucky that we're friend. If you kiss any other girl like this she might get the wrong idea.
Jaune: He, he... That's why I kiss you. And enough talking about date for now. I'll help you wash your body. Here, let me lather your body first. Now, turn around Ruby I'll do your back.
Ruby: Okay... *moan*
Jaune: C'mon Ruby why do you always making that sound every time I do this?
Ruby: I-I don't know why. It just felt so good that I automatically make that noise, when you touch me.
Jaune: Well thank you for the great review, Rubes. But it's distracting when you made noises like that. Now let me do your front...
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The sound of soap slapping and rubbing accompanied by the sounds of Ruby's moaning starts to envelop and fill the shower room. Not realizing that someone has been there overhearing them this entire time.
Ren:
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If anyone asking they're not doing what you think they are doing... They're just really good friend that's all.
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zeltqz · 1 year
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mind games— ran haitani
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pairing. ran x fem!reader
length. 4.1k words
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synopsis. ran finally finds out your name and takes you out for a ride in his car.
content. nsfw content. minors do not interact. implied drinking/alcohol usage, marijuana; reader and ran smoke in his car, because i want to smoke weed with ran lol; minor smut; just making out and stuff, more shion slander bc i find it funny, still love him tho
author's note. part two to mind games. Tag list : @sleeplessreader @rinrinfoxy @kazuubaby @iyuichiro08 @anamalfoy666 @mjsnightmares
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“Am I crazy or is Ran staring at you?” There’s a sharp nudge to your ribs, almost knocking the wind out of your lungs. You take a moment, sucking on your teeth and hesitate to look over the direction your friend is facing. Worried that once you meet his gaze you’ll be sucked into his whirlpool like last week. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” At your awkward tone, your friend peeks over her shoulder to stare at you.
“...Did you hook up?” 
You look down at your fingernails, trying to peel off the chipped corners while blatantly ignoring your friend’s stare. 
“No way! When, (y/n)?! When was this? Was it when you left the sleepover that one day and came back at 12AM? Or was it during school like at lunch or—”
“No! It was last week, at that party you dragged me to when you were too busy with Shion to notice anything around you.” You nudge her back with your shoulder, choosing to ignore her ‘I wasn’t that distracted ’ statement . 
You make the grave mistake of falling into temptation, looking over to the couch he was by. Luckily, he wasn’t looking at you, too focused on playing with a piece of red string between his fingers as he listened to his friends loud chatter.
His brother, you assume because they both look alike, whispers something in his ear before reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a set of keys, clasping it between Ran’s hands before he’s getting off the couch.
You watch as he twirls the keys in his hands for a moment, vaguely nodding over at what his friend is saying and you can’t help but wonder how good he is with his hands. The way his fingers loop through the keyhole, how much precision is needed to keep the keys attached to his finger as he’s spinning them.
“Are you going to talk to him or not?” Your friend’s voice is suddenly right beside your ear so suddenly you flinch and knock her away from you.
“What am I even going to say to him? He makes me feel awkward.” You admit, gripping your lollipop tighter in your hand, “besides, didn’t you set me up for today? The blind date?”
Your friend makes a thinking face for a moment before exclaiming. “Oh yeah! He should be on his way soon—” Her voice trails off and she scans the crowd, searching for said date. “Ah, there he is!” She’s calling his name out to grab his attention and you watch as his brown eyes find yours, eyebrows raising in surprise for a moment before he’s pushing past a bunch of people to stand before you.
“(Y/n), this is Jojo. Jojo, (y/n).” Your friend beams at the both of you for a moment before she’s standing up from her spot on the couch so Jojo could sit. “You two have fun, but not too much fun.” She winks before disappearing into the crowd of people.
“Hi, Jojo.” You shift to give him some room, gripping onto your lollipop even tighter and he slumps down next to you on the couch.
“Wow.” He blinks while staring at your face with such intensity it has your stomach doing backflips. 
“Wow…what?”
“Nothin’, you’re just—you—” He stumbles over his words like an idiot before he’s clearing his throat to restart his sentence. “You’re just prettier than I thought you’d be.”
“Thank you.” The smile on your face is inevitable and your eyes dart around the room out of reflex, searching for anything but his own gaze. “You’re pretty handsome too.”
The smile on his face is blinding. “Great.” He sits up a little, eyes dropping down to your lollipop. “What flavour is it?”
“Cola.” You lift it back up to put in your mouth and he nods his head, trying not to focus on the way your lips wrap around the sweet treat. 
Oh god. He’s one of them. You think as you watch his eyes travel down to your lips, lingering there long enough to make you shift uncomfortably on the couch. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” You stand up abruptly. He follows suit.
“I can come with you.”
“No, it’s alright. I can get it myself.” 
“Okay.” He’s about to ask you to grab him something from the kitchen but you’re already gone. You groan against the fridge door before you’re opening it, searching for something, preferably non-alcoholic. 
“Hey.” A deep voice comes from behind you. The coolness of his voice sent goosebumps over your arms and down your spine.
“Hi.” You respond, still searching the fridge to look busy despite not being interested in anything inside. Ran steps away when you close the fridge, resting your back against it as you stare up at him. 
“What are you looking for? The good stuff is downstairs by the way.” 
You don’t mean to be a hypocrite, but the way you’re currently eyeing him up and down is shameless and not in any way discreet at all. He looks so good tonight, and smells even stronger than last week. Definitely showered himself in cologne before this.
“Hello? Earth to—” He stops a moment before scoffing, “I just realised I don’t know your name. Still.” He adds that last part, reaffirming you with the fact you denied him your name twice before. 
“Why do you want to know my name so badly?” Your question had no malice tainted in it, a genuine question you needed an answer to. It’s not like you plan on spending more time with him as is, so knowing your name is pretty pointless.
It’s clear you both have two different objectives tonight. 
“Can I not know the names of the people I’m talking to? Is that such a crime? You know my name, don’t you?” 
That’s only because everyone won’t shut the fuck up about. 
“I don’t know your name by choice, it was by force.” The lollipop is back in your mouth as you stare at him. His eyebrows raise up for a moment, before dropping down to their default position. 
“You really won’t tell me your name?” He watches you consider it, watches you slowly remove the lollipop from your mouth while staring intently in his eyes. 
“Fine. It’s (y/n). Do with that information as you please, but if you excuse me, I have a date to get to.” You’re about to walk away when his arm is coming up to cage you in front of the fridge, limiting your movements.
“Date?”
Despite feeling slightly intimidated—and turned on— you nod your head towards the guy on the couch who looks like he’s getting pretty cosy with a blonde girl that happened to take your seat the moment you left.
Her legs swung over his lap as she looked up at him through her lashes, nodding her head at everything that’s coming out of her mouth.
“Oh.” You feel slightly embarrassed when Ran looks over at the so-called date. The sight is humiliating, yes, but Ran doesn’t care.
“So is it an open date or—?” You shove at his chest when he tries to make a joke at the situation; the hidden implications go right over your head. 
“Shut up. Fuck, this is so embarassing.” You hide your face in your hands, wondering why you got dressed up to meet this Joshua dude only for him to flirt with the next girl that enters his sight. 
At least it’s an excuse to go home. 
“Can I take you somewhere? This party is pretty dead and I’d rather spend it out with a pretty girl than listen to my friends drunkenly rant about his mental state.” 
You stopped listening to everything the moment you heard the words pretty leaving his lips. He found you pretty? The thought alone had a slight smile forming. “Where are you going to take me?”
You let him wrap an arm around your shoulder, watch as he pulls a set of keys out from his jeans pocket, the same keys his brother handed him earlier. “I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
Your stomach happened to grumble, loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough to overpower the bass blasting from the speakers plastered around the house. 
“Could we get some food?”
That’s how you found yourself inside his car, parked inside the empty local Mcdonald’s parking lot at 10 in the evening. “Hows your nuggets?” Ran asks, in the middle of sprinkling the dark green substance—you don’t want to know what it’s called—between the brown sheet of rolling paper. 
“They taste oily.” You frown, deeply unencouraged to finish the last of the batch he’d bought you. “I should’ve listented to you. Mcdonald’s at night tastes really bad.”
“’Cause the workers tired as hell. Don’t blame them.” He says before he darts his tongue past his lips, slowly dragging it along one side of the paper. “What about your ice-cream?”
You tear your eyes away from the sight to grab your milkshake from the cup holder, using the straw to stir it a couple times before you’re tasting it. “It’s…okay.” You lie, hating the warm temperature and watery texture.
Your hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed. He looks up at you and smiles. “It’s horrible, aint it?”
“Try it.” You reach your hand out to hand it to him, hands brushing his soft ones for a moment before he’s retreating with the cup in hand.
You reach forward to grab at the freshly rolled blunt, twisting it around in your grip as you examine it. It’s the first time you’ve seen one in person before. 
Ran notices you inspecting it like it’s an extra terrestrial being and wonders if you’ve ever smoked before. He asks you just that and he’s not surprised when you shake your head.
“Wanna try it..?” He leads on with precaution when you slowly shake your head and pass the blunt back over to him. “C’mon.” It’s his turn to eye you up and down, the action eliciting a shiver down your spine as his wandering eyes wander down a little to far for your liking, before they’re hitchhiking back up to your face. “Please?”
You want to make a move so badly. But you’re not used to doing so. You’re not sure what to say, what to do…maybe being a little bit high could boost your confidence.
“Okay.” You sit up in the seat and watch him pass you the lighter along with the blunt. 
“Just light the tip and inhale it—yeah, like that.” He grabs the lighter from you once you’ve taken your first puff from it, fighting back the cough pooling in your throat. “Blow it out, don’t swallow it—” It’s cute seeing the way your cheeks puffed out slightly, trying your hardest to swallow the smoke but you’re blowing it out and trying to ignore the burn running down your oesophagus. 
You’re coughing a little bit as you pass it back to him, hand wafting the air around your face to get rid of the smell. “My throat hurts now.” Your voice is sort of hoarse from hoarding the smoke in your throat for that long; it makes Ran wonder if that’s how you’ll sound after he’s shoving his cock deep down your throat, hoping you’re the crying type, wants to see your mascara dripping down your face as you struggle to take him all the way.
The weed is really starting to get to him; all these unprovoked thoughts happening all at once. “Here.” Ran digs through the glove compartment, pulling out a lukewarm water bottle he’s  stored in there. “It’s a bit warm, sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.” You wave off his concern and try to unscrew the bottle cap, applying a bit too much pressure that it spills all over your t-shirt. Your movement is a little limited, the marijuana already getting to you and it’s obvious as Ran watches you struggle to remove your shirt, the top getting stuck by your neck. 
“Do you need any help?” He’s asking but despite your answer already leaning forward, lifting a firm hand to tug the shirt up and over your head. 
You sit there, topless, readjusting your bra strap and lift a leg onto your chair to untie your sneakers. Ran can’t help but stare at your exposed breasts being pushed up by both of your arms as you struggle to remove your shoes. 
His gaze wanders down to your waist, down to the curve of your ass. He takes another shameless look at your figure before he’s muttering, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
You freeze, hands in the middle of untying your second shoe before you’re turning to look up at him. You allow your gaze to wander lower, down to his pants, the forming bulge is so prominent. “What?”
“I said—” he’s leaning forward past the centre console to get closer to you, “—I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Y-you mean like…sex?” You ask just to make sure you weren’t imagining this. When his gaze doesn’t falter, you realise he’s being totally serious. “Oh.”
“Come here, I wanna try something.”
“Try what?” You’re asking as you lift yourself off the seat, allowing yourself to straddle yourself on his lap. You try to keep your hips up, not wanting to come into contact with his cock, but he’s lifting his hips up to readjust himself in his seat and brushes his cock against your cunt in the process.
Your hands fly up to his shoulders as he rearragnes his seat, pulling the chair back to give you some room. You watch him cup your jaw, leaning in ever so slightly.
Oh. You mentally prepare yourself, closing your eyes and parting your lips. Without even giving you the chance to breath, he’s kissing you, slotting his lips against yours with no hesitation. Similar to last week, his hands run down your waist, tugging on the waistband of your pants, asking permission to slip his hands inside.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as a response, groaning into the kiss when he’s sliding his hands down your ass, gripping onto the flesh and kneading it with a firm grip.
“You’re s’fuckin’ hot.” He breathed, lips still slotted against yours. You hum, leaning back in for another kiss, gasping when a single hand flys out from your pants to palm your breast.
Breaking the kiss partially, you reach behind you and unfasten your bra, briefly looking around the parking lot for any signs of people. It’s totally empty, minus the couple employees inside the store working the nightshift.
His eyes drop from your face, down to the hand covering your breasts from him. “You gonna let me see?” He asks, voice low as he tries to coax you into removing your hands. 
When you nod your head slowly, he peels your hands away, keeping his gaze on your face as he’s palming your breast in his big hands. “Kiss me again.” You whisper, watching his eyes grow wide with want. 
He’s leaning forward moments later, his warm tongue dragging across your bottom lip before slotting it inside your mouth. You cup his cheeks, holding the sides of his face and biting down on his lip when he tweaks your nipple, rolling the peaked bud between two fingers.
As you sat atop him, your hips started rolling against him, trying to match the beat of the soft music playing from his speakers. His hand drops down from your breast, gripping your hips to drag you along his crotch, creating more friction for the both of you.
“Keep doing that—” He mutters, throwing his head back onto the car seat, looking down at your hips grinding down, his bulge getting more prominent by the second. “Faster.” He whispers and you’re biting your bottom lip, rolling your hips at a quicker pace. Your breasts slowly bounce with each roll.
He felt so fucking big. You were scared yet excited, wondering how he would feel inside you, between your legs. Closing your eyes, you feel his lips latch onto your neck, kissing up the column of your throat and lingering onto your jawline just above your pulse. His tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe along your skin. 
Your movements are getting faster, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as you get yourself off on his lap, dry humping him like a horny teenager but you don’t care. Not when you get shivers everytime your clit brushes up against his clothed cock. “Ran—”
You kiss him again, hands twisting his shirt into wrinkles as you feel a warm feeling stirring by your stomach, your pending orgasm. He has an iron grip on your hips, rocking you back and forth across his thickening cock, fingers squeezing your skin tight with each breathy gasp that escapes your soft lips.
“T-take this off.” You tug at his shirt and he’s obliging, letting his hands go from your hips to whip his shirt off. The second it’s off, you’re back to kissing him, using both hands to tilt his head to the side so your nose could brush against his own. 
The two of you were about to go further, but your phone rang in your back pocket. Briefly pausing your makeout session and the grinding of your hips to check your notifications.
“Everything okay?” Ran asks, hands returning back to your hips as he draws circles into your skin.
“Nope. There was a fight at the party. My friend’s scared and wants me to pick her up.” You’re pouting, leaning in to kiss him once more, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss. “I’m sorry we keep getting interrupted.”
“It’s okay.” He’s surging you down for one last kiss, fingers hooking onto your chin to keep you there for a little bit longer before you’re pulling back to put your clothes on. “Want me to drive you back?”
“Yes please.” You climb back into the passenger seat, tugging on your seatbelt and putting your shoes back on. 
The car ride is silent the rest of the way, but a comfortable one. The two of you refusing to discuss how you were literally about to fuck each other in an empty parking lot. 
By the time Ran pulls up into the street, there’s people all over the road trying to get away from the scene. Your friend is waiting by a wall, tapping her phone against her hand as she looks around for you. 
As Ran’s driving past, you wind the window down and wave her over, calling out her name. She looks up at the driving car before sprinting towards it. Ran’s fingers move to unlock the car to allow her to get inside.
“Duuuuuuude! You guys missed the craziest shit ever!” She leans forward to grab at your chair, leaning her face between the seats to get a better view of your face. 
“What happened? You said there was a fight, right?” Ran asks as he reverses the car out from the street.
“Yeah! This guy was like walking and he was drunk and he slipped, bumping into this dude right and spilt his drink on his clothes. So the drunk guy was like: “oops my bad bro.” And the other dude was like: “nah.” Then everyone was like: “calm down it’s not that deep” but the other dude said: “he’s the bitch that slept with my girl.” So everyone exclaimed like : “WHAT?!”
And the drunk dude got backed into a corner and was asked to apologise. But snce he was drunk he was like: “im not fucking sorry, your girl had the tightest pussy ever—” but before he could finish his sentence the other guy started punching him, like tackling him to the floor and stuff.
People recorded it and then other people started fighting and it was so crazy! Then someone got a knife and tried to stab someone which was when I decided to run out here and text you guys.” 
Your friend was panting out of breath by the time she finished her story and you and Ran looked at each other with looks of incredulity. “Who won the fight though?” Ran asks, intrigued to find out.
“I dunno. I think the drunk dude got his ass whooped though. His name was Madarame I think.”
“Shion!?” Ran exclaims before he’s falling into laughter. “Of course he got his ass beat.”
A part of you smiles after hearing that information. You never really liked Shion, infact, you hated him more when you found out he cheated on your friend a couple days ago; the one that begged you to accompany her last week to meet him. 
She’s been a wreck ever since, so you’re happy he got that beating. 
“Yeah…he was surprisingly weak.” Your friends eyes fall down Ran’s car seat, just noticing how pulled far back it really is, the faint smell of cannibis in the air; she puts one and two together, the fact you both were in a car…alone…and the smell of weed…
She bites back a smile. Not wanting to embarrass you, she’s picking her phone up and running to your messages.
Kiyo: DID YOU SLEEP WITH RAN
You look at your friend through the rear view mirror, her eyes already on yours trying to search somewhere deep inside your soul for the answer. 
Your eyes travel towards Ran. He’s drumming his fingers against the wheel, propping one elbow up by the window and leaning his cheek into his palm as he focuses on the road; totally oblivious to the situation.
You: what?
Kiyo: don’t play dumb. I can smell the weed and his car seat is pulled back. 
I’ve hooked up before, you can’t phase me 
DID YOU?
You: maybe…
Now leave me alone. I don’t wanna talk about it.
Kiyo: okay 👍( ͡≖ ͜ʖ ͡≖)👉
“Thanks for the ride home, Ran. I owe you one.” She lifts her hand, meeting his own in the air for a high five. “(Y/n), I’ll see you inside .” She winks at you again before she’s sliding out of the car.
You shift around in the seat a little,  wiping your hands against your pants as you look around the car. “Are—” You pause for a moment, wondering if you should make the first move, but by the time you look up you’ve already caught his attention. Lazy purple eyes staring at you, waiting. 
You clear your throat. “Are you…busy tomorrow?”
He smiles a little. “No.”
“Do you maybe want to hang out?” Your breath catches in your throat when you hear him unbuckle his seatbelt. The worlds moving in slow motion when he cups your chin with two fingers to tug you closer towards him.
You let him kiss you, the deep satisfied sigh he lets out when you relax into the kiss, moving a hand to his thigh to stablise yourself. When he draws away, you stop him, fisting a hand in his shirt tighter when he says, “Hang out and do what?”
You look down and shrug your shoulders. “Anything you wanna do…”
He presses a kiss to your forehead before he’s pulling back, reaching for his phone in his pocket. You watch as he unlocks it and passes it to you, the contacts app splayed on his screen. 
You bite back a smile and press New Contact; adding in your details and putting a small heart by the end, but before you’re giving his phone back, you scroll through his list of contacts to see if you’re about to become a side piece or if this is a real deal. 
You see no other names that look suspicious to you, no extra hearts or emojis added to indicate that they might be ‘more than a friend’.
“Text me tonight.” You say while handing your phone back to him. 
“I will.” He says as he watches you exit the car, but not before you give him one last wave before disappearing into your friends house. He waits until the door shuts before he’s driving off.
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yenqa · 8 months
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GLUE SONG!!
synopsis : love songs were definitely your favorite song to write. but with little experience it’s hard to get the right words out, so you search left and right for any opportunity. until you realize, he’s been hiding in plain sight all along.
warnings : uhh theyre so awkward Lawl, i dont think theres any tho?? just fluff
wc : 606 words
003 : great minds think alike
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Being productive on a Saturday morning was something you didn’t expect would happen. But your mom just couldn’t get out of bed this morning and forced you to buy ingredients for dinner.
Though, she let you use her money to go shopping as a reward for the fact you probably had to go to three groceries stores just for her special surprise of a dinner was truly a karma itself coming for you.
So you didn’t mind the fact you had basically gotten free money, even if you had to take a little detour on the way home.
Deciding to try a new cafe today, you pull open the heavy door admiring the calm atmosphere of it.
The cafe wasn’t busy, but still had a few people sitting around, a majority with eyes glued to their laptop and an empty coffee cup sitting next to them.
You walk up to the cashier, waiting for the tall man to notice you as you make sure they have the drink you want to order.
He looks up to you, eyes widening as he quickly puts his phone down, walking up to the cashier.
“Sorry, not many customers have come today, surprisingly, what can I get you?”
Before you can even realize, you say “Do you have a recommendation? I don’t know what to get.”
That's a lie. You always drink a latte.
“Oh, that’s okay, I always get the iced americano.” 
He has a faint smile on his face, and a slightly bigger one grows on your face. His smile is cute, You think, admiring how his hair is styled or the few moles on his nose.
“This is awkward, I don’t really like strong coffee flavors, do you have anything lighter?” You let out a chuckle while saying it.
“Oh—sorry um, you could get a latte? The weather is getting colder, can't have you catching a cold, can I?” He blushes slightly while saying that, making sure to look everywhere but you.
You want to curl up in a ball and roll away. Can you believe this gorgeous man is flirting with you and can’t even look at you? 
Quickly glancing at his nametag, you let out a grin, “Wow Sunghoon, we just met and you already care so much for me? And yes I’ll have a latte, please.”
He nods, adding the order to the machine.
“Sorry—Um I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, is that all for you?”
You let out a breathy smile, “Don’t worry Sunghoon, you didn’t. Yes that’s all.”
“Oh okay, sorry—Your total is four dollars and ninety-five cents, you can insert the card here.” He points at the small black box in front of you, you quietly thank him, paying and leaving to sit down.
Soon after you sit down, he places your cup down in the order station, unsure of how to get your attention as he looks at you awkwardly. Chuckling, you walk up to him, taking your drink.
“Thank you!” You glance at the glass doors you walked in, “I’ll see you around, yeah? I’ve got to run some errands for my mom.” 
“Oh—yeah see you around.” He waves goodbye as you happily take your drink.
The second your out of view Sunghoon sits back down, why does he have to be so awkward around everyone? Especially pretty people like you?
He thought he was crazy for flirting with you out of nowhere, he probably made you uncomfortable and now you’ll never come back to the cafe again. He sighs, going back on his phone to distract himself.
Little did he know that you’re thinking the same thing.
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samandcolbysturniolo · 3 months
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at the bar-Matt Sturniolo
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Warnings: drinking, nothing else.
Matt sturniolo x female reader
Summary: y/n best friend has a boyfriend...and his brother's come along too. As y/n walks too the bathroom...someone really handsome saves her.
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My best friend invited me to meet her new boyfriend Chris. She invited me with them at the bar. His 2 other triplet brothers were coming too. We were gonna meet at 8pm at the bar down my street. So I was getting ready. I just put some make up on and u cute skirt with a t-shirt. I grab my purse and double check if I have everything. Yep, I'm ready to go. I grab my jacket and get out the door.
I walk around 5 minutes until I arrive. It's pretty cold outside but I didn't mind. Once I arrive I see me bestie waiting for me. She waves at me and give me a sign to come to her. "Hey girl it's so nice to see you," my best friend says. "Yeah so nice to see you too," I say as I give her a warm hug. "So this is my boyfriend Chris," she says as Chris walks up from behind her and shake my hand. "Hi I'm Chris, it's nice to meet you," he says as we shake hands and he smile. "Hi I'm y/n it's nice to meet you too," I say while we stop shaking hands. I'm a bit confused since my bestie told me his brothers were coming to....and I didn't see them. But I don't mind it.
As we drink a few drinks, I needed to go too the bathroom. But almost tripped, but luckily a guy catches me right in time. "Hey are you okay?," a male voice said, he's pretty tall, around 5,8. Beautiful brown hair and blue eyes, exactly my type! "Uhmm yeah I'm okay...thank you for that," I say as I get up from his muscular arms. "I'm matt, its nice to meet you," matt says as he let go of me. "I'm y/n, are you the brother of Chris perhaps?," I ask cause they look alike a lot. "Yeah I am, and there is nick our other triplet brother," he says as he points put to nick. "Wow you guys really look alike," I say kinda surprised. "Yeah, well were triplets after all," matt says with a caring sweet voice. We make eye contact, for a really long time...he started into my eyes, and I started into his... "uhm I gotta use the bathroom, maybe I'll see you around?," I ask as I make my way too the bathroom. "Yeah sure, bye y/n," matt says as he walks back to nick, he was playing games and stuff. "Bye matt," I say as I enter the bathroom.
Me and my best friend had fun the entire night, well I was most of the time alone drinking cause she was always kissing Chris and clinging onto him. I wanted to go to matt but I was a bit scared. So I just stayed at my seat next to my bestie and drank a few more drinks. It's now almost 11pm so I decided too head home. So I gave my best friend one last hug before I headed home. Once I arrived home. I put on my pj's and went to my bathroom to take of my make up and brush my teeth. Once I did that lay in my bed and I couldn't stop thinking about matt...he's beautiful blue eyes, his brown fluffy hair and not to forget muscular body... as I think of him I start to feel sleepy so I shut down my night lamp and went too sleep...
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The next morning I wake up at 9am. I garb my phone and see that I got a message from a number I didn't recognize...
~Hi y/n, its matt from yesterday at the bar. Everything okay?~
I couldn't believe it...but how did he get my number?
~Yeah everything okay and you? But how did you get my number?~
I immediately got a response back.
~uhmm that's quite a long story...but yeah everything is fine with me as well. Do you have any plans today?~
~no I don't have any plans today, why?~
~wanna go out tonight?~
~sure I don't see why not, where are we going out?~
~just at the club, it's near my place:). I'll pick you up if you want?~
~sure my address is...~
~I'll pick you up at 8pm, sound good?~
~Sounds great! See ya:)~
~Alright, see ya;)~
Omg! I couldn't believe it! Did matt just asked me out!? HE DID OMG!!! I immediately texted my bestie.
~guess what! Matt asked me out!~
~wow, Chris's brother right?~
~yeah, btw did you know how he got my number?~
~well last night Chris asked me your number cause matt asked for it so yeah I know how~
~alrighty just wanted to let you now cause I'm so excited!!~
~you have a crush on him don't you?~
~uhm...okay maybe I do but look he is a hot guy ngl~
~I'm mean he's cute if you think so but Chris is hotter~
~yeah yeah if you think so, anyways bye girlll:)~
~Bye girl, have fun! :)~
Part 2 will be out soon💋
THope you like part 1 so let me know what you think!💋
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kermitscavern · 5 months
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Incorrect ST Quotes Pt. 5
ft. real convos from my roomies <3
continuation of the Rock Talk:
Eddie: If I were a rock, I would want to be a middle-depth ocean rock
Steve: *deep sigh. he takes a seat. he knows he'll be here a while*
Eddie: ...when I first started thinking about this, I thought I would want to be a rock in a shallow stream. Sounds nice, right? the current washing over you, tumbling through the water...
Robin: *horrified gasp* But what if someone picks you up and throws you?!
Eddie: Aha! Exactly! I do not want any grubby child hands on me. So then I thought I might want to be a deep sea rock, keep warm near a volcanic outlet,
Robin: But it would be so dark!
Eddie: Great minds think alike, Buckley. That's why I settled on mid-depth ocean rock-- I would be far enough out that people wouldn't disturb me, but I would still get some sunlight. Best of both worlds!
Robin: Wow.
Eddie: What kind of rock would you want to be, Steve?
Steve: I wouldn't want to be a rock, you dorks.
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eggedbellies · 7 months
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I had a idea the other day I thought you’d appreciate:
Kiwi Harpies; they’re eggnant with eggs almost as big as they are, that swell inside them until there is barely room to eat.
Oh wow I totally missed the other kiwi harpy ask, I guess great minds think alike! Sorry about that!
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maelstrom007 · 7 months
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New Face, Who This?
Don't mind me, just playing in the sandbox that is @ghouldjams cod fae au. Mal switches things up, as they are wont to do, and trips up a certain fae in the process. Featuring ghouls oc Witch who I adore.
Mal looked at themselves in the mirror. They turned this way and that, but something just felt. . . off. Pursing their lips they sighed, changing into the fifth outfit that morning. Ugh, still not right. 
“Maybe it’s time for a change,” they murmured. When was the last time they did this? Twenty years ago? Maybe more? Yeah, it was time to switch things up. 
Stripping bare, they stared at the mirror once more. It was always easiest if they could see what they were doing. To start Mal focused on their face, studying the wide jaw and square face they had become accustomed to for the last however many years it’s been. Reaching forward toward their reflection, fingers splayed, they twisted their wrist. Mal’s reflection fractured, tesselating out in patterns and colors like a kaleidoscope, before suddenly snapping back into place. 
The face staring back at them was much softer, rounder around the cheeks with a charming mouth. Some things remained unchanged, like their fiery red hair and their bold eyebrows. For whatever reason they always stuck around. 
Moving on to the rest of their body, they wanted to move on from the sleek and slim rectangular build. In the end, they went for something a little more filled out, hints of muscle and practical strength within a sturdy frame. They’d have to workout to maintain it, they were using magic afterall, not working miracles.
With the excitement of a new canvas, finding an outfit was easy, opting for a long sundress. The lack of sleeves accentuated the new muscles in their arms nicely, while also complementing their new more feminine face. A last little splurge of magic allowed their hair to grow just long enough to place in a messy bun. 
As usual, the day was rather slow, mainly spent at their combination check out and consultation table project planning for recent clients. Creating patterns, planning dye lots, etc. etc. Their project ledger wasn’t completely full yet, so their curtains were pulled wide open, and a sign that said ‘Welcome, during business hours’ hung from the door. 
This meant that a certain handsome fae could slip in with no resistance, immediately waltzing up to the counter with a confidence that should have been annoying, if they weren’t in such a good mood. 
“Well hello, I - oh.” He started his greeting, but stumbled mid way through as Mal looked up from their ledger. 
They raised an eyebrow, “Hello to you too.”
Confusion was visible on his face, “Sorry, I was just expecting someone else.”
“And who would that be?”
“The last time I came in, maybe a little over a week ago, there was someone else here. Kind of small, very cute, with shaggy red hair almost the same color as yours.”
“Hunting for information, are we?”
A boyish glint sparkled in the others eyes as he leaned over the counter, “Now that I think of it you two look quite a bit alike. You two wouldn’t happen to be. . .siblings, would you?” 
Before Mal could even begin to think of a way to respond to that Witch glided in through the door, the wards tingling in delight and recognition of their clever creator. “Oh my gosh you will not believe the tea I have for you today, I heard that -” 
It only took Witch a second to notice the changes, and only a few more to piece together what Mal had done, “Wow!!!! You look great! I love what you’ve done with your hair, and that dress looks gorgeous on you, did you make it yourself?” 
Gossip forgotten, Witch ran up to dote on Mal, feeling the material and gushing over their new look. After a few minutes of this, the fae man coughed gently. 
“Shit! Sorry, I’ll let you finish up with your customer,” Witch said.
“Oh, I’m not a customer,” he said.
“Then what are you?”
“A nuisance,” Mal said, “a nosy one at that.”
Witch snorted, but said nothing. 
If he took offense to Mal’s comment, he didn’t show it, “All I want to know is who that fae is that I talked to a few weeks ago. About yea tall, pretty hands and shaggy red hair kind of like yours? Tell me, is red hair and attractiveness a job requirement? Or am I just incredibly lucky?” His lopsided grin would have been annoying if it didn’t look so good on his face.
Witch opened her mouth, “M-”
At the sound of their name starting in Witch’s mouth, Mal gave her a desperate look in warning. Even though ‘Mal’ wasn’t really their true name, it’s not something that they gave out left and right, let alone to loitering mystery fae. 
With barely a stumble in her speech, she corrected herself, “My friend here runs this shop by themselves. And damn well at that.”
He chuckled, “Well then, aren’t you full of surprises.” This time, Mal didn’t miss the once over he gave them. When their eyes met, his golden eyes looked molten hot. 
A blush rose to their cheeks unbidden, and Mal brought their hands together in a decisive clap, “Well! If you’re not a customer I must ask you to leave immediately as is shop policy,” a delicate line of fine print illuminated itself in recognition on the welcome sign, “Good day to you sir.”
The typically controlled and smooth wards were swift and erratic as they buffeted the mystery fae towards the door, however he resisted them as much as he could, “Tell me your name! What may I call you?” He called out frantically, attempting to brace himself against the wards unseen force. 
Mal raised their hand to aid in one final push to send him out the door, but paused as their eyes met once again. There was a desperation and sincerity in his features. Before Mal knew what they were doing they opened their mouth. 
“You may call me a fox, sir hunter, for that is all I am to you.” 
“And a lovely Fox you shall be,” he said, before he was sucked out of the door and summarily deposited on the street, curtains closing with a solid thwunk. 
The silence was thick in the shop before Witch broke it, voice strained with barely contained laughter “~You may call me a fox for that is all I am to you~”
“Shut upppp”
“Well, he’s a handsome hunter, I'll give him that.” 
Mal put their head in their hands, “He’s a nuisance and nothing more.” 
“Suuuure.”
They giggled desperately, “He is!! He comes waltzing in saying that he doesn’t want anything and then I kick him out cause he’s loitering!”
“God Mal you’re insufferable, he’s flirting with you you idiot.” 
“He is not.” 
“If you say so. But you best believe that I am going to bring this up over dinner because never in the time that I’ve known you have I seen your wards react like that.” 
Mal raised their head, eyebrows furrowed, “Dinner?”
Witch gave them a confused look, before letting out an exasperated sigh, “I forgot to say it out loud huh.”
“Yup.”
“Well, your ass, my house, I’m making dinner cause I haven’t had you over in ages. Be there or be square.” 
“I wonder if I could actually turn myself into a square.”
“Dammit Mal.”
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Sharing something light and fluffy for @cruelfeline to try to make up for the pain train that's coming ;D
"You and Cuff," Frey said. Bobbi stared, not sure what to make of that. "Said the same thing again." "Ah. Well, great minds think alike." Knell giggled a little. "But fools rarely differ." "Wow," Bobbi deadpanned "Wow." "What'd she say?" Frey asked, though the look on her face told Bobbi she probably already knew. "She's being rude."
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loverofthewindgod · 6 months
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Sienna's Dialogues (pt.3)
Jade
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Jade: I hear you have a unique set of skills
Sienna: Are we referring to kombat or the kitchen?
Jade: *giggles* surprise me
Sienna: Wow, you're really beautiful
Jade: Flattery might falter your focus
Sienna: Don't worry, I can simp and fight
Jade: You also wield a staff?
Sienna: A gift from my childhood.
Jade: Can it stand against mine?
Sienna: Shao Kahn robbed us of our realm
Jade: Shall we deliver judgment?
Sienna: Indeed we shall
Jade: Are you familiar with your Edenian heritage?
Sienna: All I know is that it's in my blood
Jade: Then you have much to learn
Kitana
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Sienna: Your mother missed you dearly.
Kitana: I cannot thank you enough for reuniting us.
Sienna: Catching up with her is all the thanks I need.
Sienna: You wish to see me, Princess?
Kitana: And test myself against the daughter of Gaia
Sienna: Should've wished for an easy win
Kitana: You seem to be close with Liu Kang
Sienna: Is that jealousy I hear, Princess?
Kitana: All I hear is you wailing in defeat
Kitana: We are both Edenian warrior princesses
Sienna: Guess that makes us the elite
Kitana: Let us see who is more elite
Kitana: You've brought Autumn to Edenia
Sienna: It is a wondrous season of change
Kitana: May it be an emblem of our realm's future
Liu Kang
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Liu Kang: You carry the fire of Blaze
Sienna: Guess I'm just too hot to handle
Liu Kang: Never change, Sienna
Sienna: 🎵Liu Liu, skip to my Liu🎵
Liu Kang: *laughs* a song just for me?
Sienna: All the legends have songs about them.
Liu Kang: Your skills are quite formidable
Sienna: Gotta blame you and Lao for that.
Liu Kang: An honorable accusation
Sienna: First you were a zombie, then a revenant?
Liu Kang: Now I am the God of Fire
Sienna: Damn, you just can't catch a break
Liu Kang: I'm glad Kitana has a friend like you
Sienna: I dunno, I'm a bit of a bad influence
Liu Kang: If by 'bad' you mean 'fun', then yes.
Kung Lao
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Kung Lao: Lord Fujin is a lucky man
Sienna: To have such a skilled warrior under his tutelage?
Kung Lao: Yes, I'm quite sure he enjoys having you under him.
Sienna: The tournament approaches
Kung Lao: Let us refresh your skills
Sienna: Is this an excuse to brush up yours?
Kung Lao: You could become a master after a few years.
Sienna: With you and Liu teaching me, I could become one tomorrow.
Kung Lao: Great minds really do think alike
Sienna: So you defeated the deadly alliance?
Kung Lao: Why do you sound so surprised?
Sienna: I'm surprised that others still think you're trash
Kung Lao: You are the descendant of Gaia?
Sienna: I prefer 'daughter', but yeah pretty much.
Kung Lao: It seems we both have legacies of greatness.
Sonya Blade
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Sonya: Seems like Johnny's been bugging you lately
Sienna: The question is does it bug you, general?
Sonya: Please, like I missed the headaches
Sienna: What's with the stone cold shoulder?
Sonya: You committed a massacre and kept quiet about it
Sienna: Oh well, forgive me for not boasting about my 'amazing' past
Sonya: We've located the black dragon's secret base.
Sienna: Permission to deliver some ass whoopings, General Blade?
Sonya: Thought you'd never ask
Sienna: You're quite the force to be reckoned with.
Sonya: Coming from the shaolin powerhouse herself, thanks.
Sienna: We're just dangerous damsels
Sonya: Hey so, I was wrong about before
Sienna: Maybe I'll forgive you after this match
Sonya: After this match, drinks on me.
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ok im all for your take of zuko not having a praise kink due to trauma, like i kind of adore that. growing up the way he did, praise probably only ever came as a disguise for something else, so it makes sense that he'd immediately be suspicious of any praise he gets. not believing it or thinking that there's some other meaning behind it. and suddenly being thrown into the headspace of childhood emotional defenses isn't exactly great for the bedroom adhjsgf
and im a hurt/comfort glutton, so now i cant stop thinking about a scenario where zuko and sokka really figure this out the first time. like, everything's going well, and sokka starts saying praising nothings, cuz it's what he'd like so why not try it? and even zuko isn't entirely sure what's going on with himself, but suddenly he's defensive and uncomfortable and the mood is thoroughly ruined, and sokka and zuko have to pause and figure out wtf just happened. cue yet another insight into zuko's fucked up childhood, and sokka going "WOW. OK. what yhe fuck." and then its cuddles and a long talk about what type of language is and isn't allowed during sex
EXACTLY! Great minds think alike, haha
Here's a short little something for that:
CW for vague sexual content and discussion/mentions of past child abuse bc Ozai Is An Asshole
"Good boy." "Take it for me, I know you can." "Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?"
It didn't bother him at first, because Zuko could see Sokka... enjoyed? Talking to him that way... But every now and then some of those words would send a shiver through his body.
("Good boy, at least you can be useful for something.")
"Hey, babe?" he breathes, moving a hand up to cover Sokka's mouth. "Hm?" "Stop talking."
He couldn't stay quiet for long.
"Look at you baby, just like that." "You take my cock so well." "Fuck, good boy. Thank you so much baby." "You listen so well." "You're perfect." "You're such a good boy. Tell me what you are."
Zuko froze as if he'd been doused with a bucket of freezing water.
("You're an ungrateful bastard who doesn't deserve the title of Prince." A slap. "Tell me what you are." Another slap. "Good boy.")
He rolled off of Sokka to the other side of the bed, panting hard, covering his face defensively.
No nonono, not now...
"Babe! Zuko!" The concern in Sokka's voice grounded him enough to stop the spiral.
Zuko removed his hands from his face and peered over at Sokka, embarrassment creeping in.
Sokka stared over at him, a mix of emotions on his face: confusion, hurt... worry. He scooted carefully to Zuko's side, knowing enough not to make any sudden movements at a time like this.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Tell me what I did wrong. Talk to me," he tentatively reached an arm out to grip Zuko's hand, who took it and held on tight.
"I'm sorry," Zuko said eventually, "I just... Please don't talk to me like that..."
His boyfriend nodded, but still didn't seem to understand.
"Sure, babe. We're still figuring out the sex stuff, right? Remember, anything you need me to different, you just need to say. Can you tell me what it was I said that bothered you?"
Zuko drew Sokka's hand in closer to his chest, trying to think of the words to say that would bring back the least amount of pain.
"Any of the... good things you say. I just..." He subconsciously reached up with his other hand and touched his scar, a motion Sokka quickly recognized. His eyes widened.
"Oh shit, babe, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Your dad...?" Sokka reached to wrap his arms around Zuko, and he settled into them gratefully, leaning into Sokka's chest, "Sorry, you don't have to give me the details if you don't want."
"It's okay, I..." He took a shaky breath, "He... would mock me. He spoke to Azula like that, with love, and meant it. But to me..." Zuko's voice trailed off and he buried his face into Sokka's shoulder, suddenly ashamed.
Sokka didn't say anything at first, running his fingers through Zuko's hair, then tilting his chin up so they were looking into each other's eyes.
"Zuko. That's really fucked up and I know you hate it when I say it, but I'm sorry that happened to you because you didn't deserve it, him twisting up love and hate like that for you."
"I know." A tear rolled down his cheek. Over time, it was getting easier to hear and accept those words- and believe them- but the embarrassment never quite went away.
"I won't talk to you like that during sex anymore, okay? Thank you so much for telling me. But um..." Now it was Sokka's turn to blush. Zuko waited curiously for him to continue, "Do you think... you could try... talking to me like that?"
Zuko blinked, surprised. He thought about it and nodded slightly. It... might actually be good to take control of a situation like that, take the words back... But all he said was, "Oh."
Because he was a little surprised Sokka wanted that.
"I just-" Sokka was blushing now, like he sometimes did when he was trying to talk about something serious and personal, "I've always liked to feel useful you know, and nobody's talked to me like that since my mom-"
Ah.
"Okay, yeah, I get it. You... want me to call you a good boy? Stuff like that?"
Sokka nodded, face as red as the sheets they lay together on.
"Thanks for telling me, babe."
Zuko kissed his forehead. This was going to be kind of cute, in a sexy sort of way.
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