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• 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐚𝐱𝐢 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 •
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𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
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~ Trans! Dombottom! Jake Lockley / Masc! Subtop! Reader
~ implied cheating, degrading (reader receiving), p in v sex, no protection, reproductive coercion (as a harmless threat), car sex, semi public sex, the hat stays on during the deed...
~ mentioned pussy, clit, cock, cunt, folds, cervix and hole used to describe Jake Lockley's genitalia
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"We're gonna be seen..."
"Not if you keep grunting like that... habla más que un loro–" Jake growls, and you get the wind knocked out of you when he lowers himself down your cock with ease. Your body twitches when his wet heat practically pulls your dick in bit by bit and you can't help but jerk your hips up, causing him to gasp out and push you down with a scowl.
"You fucking pervert. Couldn't even wait huh? Let you eat this pussy out and now you're being greedy. You're being a greedy fucking good for nothing dildo, Principe. I expected better from you" He whispers out with raspiness evident in his voice. You can smell the smoke and whiskey off of his breath. Even more when you can taste it when he kisses you. Tongue dancing with your own, brushing against your teeth as if he wanted every part of it and to le. Fuck. You could only frown and whimper. His cunt swallowing you to all his heart's content.
"My girlfriend is waiting for me..." You let out. Almost choking with the saliva forming on your throat as you watch him go up and down your fat cock. Stretching him full. Jake almost feels sorry for you. Mentioning that stupid girlfriend of yours. It makes him so pissed. And his walls grip you so hard like he's just quietly begging you to cum in him without any barriers.
"Fuck that girlfriend of yours" Jake spits out. Gripping your face with his gloved hands. Slick dripping down as he rides your length. Covering your balls in his wetness, you're suddenly aware of how foggy the windows are becoming.
"Forget that girl, mi cielito... I'm here. I've got my got my cunt swallowing your dick, worshipping it the way it should be worshipped. Isn't that right?" You nod. How couldn't you? It was right, when you rode Jake's taxi more than once, an unexpected bond had grew between the two of you and ever since he's learnt that your girlfriend didn't want anything to do with you he might as well fill in that slot. Literally.
He gives you the luxury of grabbing his hips as he rides on, his own fingers feverishly rubbing his dick in an effort to come and he groans out, eyes rolling back for a minute. "Fuck it. If you don't believe me, maybe all it'll take is you getting me all knocked up, wouldn't it?"
Your eyes widen, your throat becomes dry. He wasn't gonna consider that really? No, he wouldn't. But your mind is a mush and tears form at your eyes as you shake your head and whimper no repeatedly. Yet your hips twitch upward, desperately wanting to cum. The idea was so appealing. Cum inside him and your life would be even more difficult as it already is. Cum inside him... his tight cunt. Bruised from his g spot to his cervix because of how well you stuffed him.
Jake wasn't being serious. But you feel so stupid right now. It's too hot. And his tongue intruding your mouth made things seem foggier.
"Fuck yes yes that's it... fuck... give it to me give it to me..." Jake grunts. On the verge of cumming as he holds you close to his body in a tight grip and kisses you hard. All teeth and tongue. God you could taste the tobacco off of him it was addictive. What was with this guy? So warm and harsh. You couldn't help but come back to him. He was so extreme. The only thrill that ever happened in your boring, and mundane life.
"You wanna come, principe? You wanna cum in this pussy? Knock me up like the only thing your good for is filling me up with your kids?" Jake says mockingly. Spreading his folds and forcing you to look down at his sopping cunt riding you, by pulling your hair, causing you to look at him. Look at him. He's so fucking insane it's gorgeous.
"Jake-... Jake I'm close fuckfuckfuck–" his hole squeezes you so tight you almost cry. You wanted him to let you come so badly it hurt every bone in your body to keep it all in. And you'd beg and beg and he'd shut you up by shoving his tongue down your throat until your face flushed ten times more and you gasped for air every minute. You're were going to burst any minute.
You swallowed thickly and moved your fingers. Thumb pressing gently against his clit as you circled it at the pace he preferred. Rubbing the wet cock and you shiver when he squeezes and gasps. But he doesn't stop you. He's basically riding you with newfound energy.
Jake sobs staring at you deep in the eyes. His gaze is dreamy, yet focused. Not containing the usual hardness it would have. The look that always made you convince that maybe he's not tbat bad and a guy like him could treat you right... what are the chances? "Cum for me please– please come inside... come on come onnn–..." he grunts. Humping your dick as it repeatedly breaches his cervix.
And you burst. Coming with a quiet gasp, mouth agape as your throw your head back against the backseat of the cab, hips thrusting up up up, and Jake squirts in tandem to you. Gushing all over the leather seat and gripping your shoulders like he had nothing left to hold on to. His hole was throbbing. And despite it being a rainy evening, cold as the devil, the taxi fogged up and it was incredibly hot.
The afterglow lasted for a while longer. With the two of you breathing like you've ran for miles. Jake looks down at himself. Lifting his body up with a soft grunt and you react, shivering with overstimulation.
He plops himself down on your thighs with his legs still spread. Stretching his cunt with both of his hands and watching your seed fall down into the taxi mats. You gulp at the sight. Fat blobs of your cum dripping out of his folds. You'd get hard again if you weren't so tired.
"You really like to see it huh..." Jake laughs. Still panting. His flat cap falling just a slight but he adjusts it quickly, covering his pretty curls that you wanted to see so badly. But the gears in your head started to grind back to life.
"Oh shit... you got plan B pills?" You ask him.
The taxi driver laughs "What? Of course I do... this is about what happened a few minutes ago wasn't it? Don't worry I won't pull a stunt like that, you know me"
Silence strikes the cab once again. You're looking at Jake while Jake himself seems lost in thought.
"... Same time tomorrow?"
Right. That's just... nevermind. You knew this would happen. He isn't looking for anything more. Neither are you. Back to reality it is.
𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬.
#🎲 writes#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley x male reader#moon knight#moonknight#moonknight x reader#jake lockley x yn#jake lockley x you#oscar isaac#oscar isaac hernandez estrada#writers of tumblr#moonknight fanfic
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Hello! New anon here, I want to say that I really like your www series!!! I literally binge-read the entire series in one go till' I hit past midnight with how much I fell in love with your writing! I also love how you portray the reader! While I do like strong MCs, I think www reader is endearing in a special way, since it's completely understandable to be like that considering of all the things she's been through, and will get into later on. And so, I was wondering if I can ask a few questions about the bat boys? Feel free to ignore if this bothers you by the way
So for my question, what if (a big IF, since it's seems unlikely that it'll happen) the Girl failure flat out rejected the Batboys? Girl failure's reason can be anything really, but will their reactions be different if it's somehow because Girl failure has her eyes on someone else? Maybe she fell hard for a random Chad civilian she just met in the city, or worse- a villain, or a criminal, to which Girl failure has absolutely no clue of their true identity.
That's all! Also, I know you probably get this a lot, but we appreciate all of the efforts you put in your writings! Remember, don't push yourself too hard, and make sure to take all of the rest you need!
-🎲 (can I be the die anon? Just in case I want to send more asks in the future)
Wahhh thank you for the kind words!! I'm super happy you like reader as well, she's so... she's got so much heart yknow. Underdog supreme.
Also the question... Some of this stuff would be spoilers I think, but I can definitely tell you what would happen if girl failure ended up falling for someone else. First of all, there's going to be serious upset from all the guys. They'd react in different ways but majorly they don't want to take out their feelings on you so... so poor chad civilian/villain i guess.
If it's a civilian, it's going to be a slow take down of everything he has/loves and making sure it's all HIS fault (they set him up in situations but he has to be the one who does it) and that you get to watch him crumble. They're not doing anything wrong! They're just showing you how terrible and not worth your time this guy was... Yeah, it sucks, but at least you have them! And they have movies and popcorn so just come and cuddle and it'll be fine :)!!
If it's a villain, things are a lot more simple. Bro's either going straight in the slammer or dying via some horrible accident. Now that you mention it civilian chad probably dies that way a few months later too. They comfort you as always :D
(Also yes! you've got 🎲 anon, I'll add it to the list :))
#sophie speaks#sophie answers#🎲 anon#series:www#yandere batfam#also thanks for the wellwishes lmao#i am... trying... sort of...#the thing about the dont push yourself agenda is that if i dont keep sisyphus pushing myself up the hill i will just lay in bed for the res#of my days.#if i am not writing its because im sick or im recovering from sick. the circle of life <3 <3
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a celebration for two
pairing: kickboxer!mikasa ackerman x bimbo!fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: after a monumental championship victory, you and your girlfriend decide to try something new to celebrate.
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. slight angst to fluff, dom(ish)!reader, sub(ish)!mikasa, sex toys (double-ended dildo), fingering, nipple play, soft sex, one (1) tit slap, lots of petnames
word count: ~3.3k
notes: for kc’s pride month collab & atlas’s himbos and bimbos collab! this is my first time writing wlw and bimbo!reader, so please be gentle! (i definitely struggled with the latter, oops!) as always, reblogs and feedback are super appreciated!
Mikasa doesn’t like to bring outside squabbles into the ring.
Her matches are usually short and straightforward— step onto the mat, dodge a flurry of swift attacks, and patiently wait for an opening to deliver the final blow. It’s easier this way, ending her matches with an instant knockout; she doesn’t see the need to use flamboyant or fanciful tricks and moves to prove her fighting prowess.
But tonight’s match was different. As she stood in front of her opponent, some cocky, undefeated kickboxer who was quickly rising through the ranks, Mikasa couldn’t help but feel a rage bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Heat coursed through her veins and traveled to her flushed face and clenched fists as she recalled a sickening memory from the night before:
Lights flashed all around her and her opponent; journalists huddled them, snapping photos for news articles reporting on the monumental championship fight. Her opponent glared at her square in the face, her hot breath overwhelming Mikasa’s senses as she held still her menacing pose. But despite the commotion coming from the photographers and their obnoxiously noisy camera shutters, Mikasa could barely audibly make out something that her challenger whispered to her— an insult, a threat.
“You better win tomorrow, princess. Or else your dumb bimbo of a girlfriend might leave you— seems like all she cares about is the fame and money that she reaps from being with your sorry ass.”
The muscular woman snickered at her own comment while rage filled Mikasa’s chest. She continued on though, even though Mikasa’s fury was evident in how hard she was clenching her jaw.
“She’s really cute though, just my type. Hey, do you think if I win tomorrow, she’ll leave you for me?”
The match lasted no more than ten seconds— the quickest match in the history of their professional kickboxing league. Mikasa didn’t waste any time waiting for an opening, immediately rushing her opponent with a right hook to the face as soon as she heard the bell ring. Although she had managed to break a league record and uphold her title as defending champion— both of which were means for a joyous celebration— all she wanted to do was rush back to her hotel room, change into comfortable pajamas, and sleep off the infuriating memory from the night prior.
“Baby!” you whine, your voice trailing several paces behind Mikasa. Your stiletto heels click loudly against the hallway’s marble floors and echo off the pristinely painted walls. “Why are you walking so fast? Slow down!”
You finally catch up with your girlfriend when she stands in front of your shared hotel room. Mikasa mutters to herself as she fumbles with the keycard, a red light flashing and a beeping noise emitting from the door handle.
“Stupid piece of shit,” she whispers under her breath, followed by a string of expletives when she fails to open the door a second time. “Why couldn’t they just give us a normal key instead?”
“Honey, let me do it,” you insist, taking the card from an agitated Mikasa. She watches quietly as your brightly manicured acrylic nails— a cosmetic that she paid for— delicately swipes the keycard into the box that sits above the doorknob. Gears whir inside the machine before a green light flashes on the door handle; she sighs a quick breath of relief before twisting the doorknob and entering the empty hotel room.
Mikasa removes her shoes and plops onto the made bed while you gently shut the door. With her back slumped into the mattress, she covers her eyes with her arm, basking in the first moment of quiet that she’s been graced with all night. This moment is short lived, however, because soon she remembers her opponent’s slimy voice taunting her.
“All she cares about is the fame and money that she reaps from being with your sorry ass.”
If it were any other insult— a cheap jab at Mikasa’s appearance or a comment about her singular loss from last season— she would have gotten over it once the fight was over. She knows that her opponent’s words were meant to sting her, to distract her, but it all feels too real. It’s no secret how much you love the spotlight and the riches that come from being a professional athlete’s pretty girlfriend; your own Instagram is overflowing with photos of her, almost to the point that if your account weren’t verified, you could be easily mistaken for a fanpage. Mikasa rarely ever has doubts about the nature of your relationship, but in this instant, she can’t help but wonder if you really love her or if you just love the attention she gives you and brings to you.
These negative feelings don’t even subside when she feels your arm wrap around her, your face nestled in the crook of her neck. “So,” you start softly, “do you want to tell me what’s gotten you so angry that you couldn’t even open the door?”
Tensions rise in the silent room as she collects her thoughts and you await her response. “What if I lost?” Mikasa eventually breathes out, still covering her eyes to hide the tears creeping up on her waterline.
“But you didn’t, baby,” you chirp back, nuzzling your cheek against her soft, warm skin. “You won, like you always do!”
“But what if I did?” she snaps back in a tone that was uncharacteristic of your usually sweet-natured girlfriend. “If I did lose— if I lost the title and all the grandiosity that comes with it— would you still love me?”
Mikasa hears the covers rustling when you prop yourself up on your arm. “Baby, look at me,” you command, taking her wrist and lifting her arm off of her face. You stare down at Mikasa’s tired face, your expression ladled with concern; it breaks her heart to see you in such a worried state, and knowing that her question is the root cause of it makes her even more angry at herself.
“I’d still love you even if you lost a hundred matches,” you breathily whisper, tears now brimming your waterline. “I don’t care about the money or the fame. I mean, of course it’s a perk to dating a professional athlete, but I love you for you— not for the things that you do.”
Mikasa winces and shuts her eyes once more. She feels so stupid— of course you love her! You’ve been with her even during her underground fighting days, when she would join dangerous competitions just for a chance to put food on the table or have enough money to pay the electricity bill. You loved her even when she had nothing, so why would anything change now that she has everything? She feels like a fool for ever doubting you.
“I-I’m sorry, my love,” Mikasa sighs, cupping your cheek and pulling you down to lay on her chest. “It’s just that my opponent said something and it stuck with me. She said that you were going to leave me for her if I lost the match.”
You scoff as you trace your name on Mikasa’s stomach. Your finger dragging along her exposed skin brings her comfort, and she allows herself to melt into your embrace. “Well, she’s wrong for two reasons,” you assert, and it elicits a chuckle from your girlfriend. “First, I love you too much to leave you. And second, she’s ugly and it would be a major downgrade if I left you for her.”
“A downgrade, huh?” Mikasa giggles and shakes her head at your incredulous comment. “You said it, not me!”
It’s silent for a moment as you both bask in the warmth of your entangled bodies, contrasted by the air conditioner blasting cool air into the hotel room. Mikasa listens to your soft humming as you draw little hearts and stars all around her torso, but her breath hitches when she feels your fingertips gently ghost over her nipples through her t-shirt.
You deliver a harsh pinch to her perked bud immediately after, and Mikasa doesn't have enough time to react to the sudden stimulation. A choked moan slips past her rosy lips, and she watches a smirk creep up on your pretty features.
“Baby,” you coo, slowly lifting up the loose cotton material of Mikasa’s shirt, exposing her nipples to the chilly environment. “Are you tired? Or would you be down to have some fun tonight— a celebration, if you will?”
Mikasa can’t even think straight, because soon your lips encircle her nipple while your fingers tug and tweak at the other one, ensuring that both of them receive ample attention. She bites her bottom lip as you continue your ministrations, and a muffled “mhmm” is all she manages to get out.
She begins to push herself up on the bed, but you stop her before she’s able to fully sit up. “No, no,” you gently whisper as your hands caress her shoulders, easing her back into a comfortable position. “You’re always taking care of me! Tonight I want to return the favor.”
You waste no time in undressing yourself and Mikasa, your clothes nothing more than discarded piles of fabric on the floor. Your girlfriend lies back with her head resting beautifully against the plush pillow— her short hair frames her face with a few loose strands clinging to her warm cheeks; a muted red tint creeps up her neck and heats her face; and her pretty pink lips are wet and parted as she marvels at the sight of your naked body before her. Mikasa’s eyelids flutter when you bend down to kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips. Your breasts brush against one another as you deepen the kiss, sucking on her tongue and drawing the cutest whines from your girlfriend, who’s quickly growing impatient with all the light, fleeting touches.
You maneuver your body back so that you’re sitting in between her spread thighs. Mikasa watches in anticipation as she follows your wandering eyes down your body, until your gaze eventually lands on her glistening cunt. Her clit aches and yearns to be touched by you, and she exhales a sigh of relief when you spit on your fingertips and begin rubbing loose circles around the sensitive nub.
“We’re gonna try something new,” you admit, still toying with Mikasa’s clit. Your middle finger dips into her tight walls, pushing past the first ring of her pussy. Her back arches in response, and you giggle cutely at her body’s responsiveness to you.
“I think it’ll make both of us feel good! You trust me, right baby?” you ask, emphasizing your question by hooking your fingers and pushing forcefully against Mikasa’s g-spot.
She frantically nods her head, agreeing to anything that will bring her closer to her release. “Good, good,” you mutter as you pull your finger out from her drooling hole; her hips buck up off the bed at the sudden empty feeling, but you ease her jumpiness by leaning down and pressing a kiss to her clit.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back, and then we can have our fun.”
Mikasa’s eyes follow you as you make your way to the bathroom. She performs a mental tally, wondering what you could possibly be grabbing. There’s dry towels in there, your bullet vibrator hidden in a secret pocket in your makeup bag, some lube in a special compartment of her luggage, and—
“Ah, here it is!” you cheer, returning to the room and clutching a 15 inch double-ended dildo in one of your manicured hands. You hold a bottle of water-based lube in the other, and a devious smile is plastered on your face.
You excitedly plop yourself onto the bed, and Mikasa immediately reels back, intimidated by the sheer size of the sex toy. She begins to protest, arguing that it’s too big and that it’s not going to fit, but you quell her anxieties by placing a chaste kiss to her tummy.
“Baby,” you giggle, in awe of her cuteness and innocence. “It’s not all for you— it’s for both of us!”
She furrows her brows and crinkles her nose, still not understanding what you mean. “I take one end, and you take the other. That way we can both feel good!” you explain further, but Mikasa is still unconvinced.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m not usually on the receiving end of these things…” Her voice trails off and her gaze wanders, but her eyes meet yours once again when you clasp her hands.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I’d really, really like to try it. I saw it in a video once and thought it was so hot,” you confess, sheepishly biting the corner of your lip. “I just wanted to know what you’d look like, all cock drunk and fucked out.”
Mikasa watches as you fiddle with your fingertips, anxiously waiting for her response. Her heart pangs upon seeing you like this— you, who’s usually so enthusiastic about sex, eagerly agreeing to any tryst or kink that she wants to try out. Nothing’s off the table with you, and you’re willing to try anything at least once even if you may not like it. And so, Mikasa decides to be like you for once, pushing aside her fear and unease and completely succumbing herself to you.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed,” Mikasa whispers, taking your wrist and pressing it to her lips. “There’s nothing wrong with seeing something in a porn video and wanting to try it with me. I do that with you all the time!”
You both giggle at her joke, but she continues, “You’re always so good to me and ready to please me, and I want to do the same for you. If you really want to try this, then let’s do it.”
Your worried expression turns into a sweet smile. “I love you, but you already know that.”
“I love you more,” Mikasa replies back. “Now,” she says as she grabs the silicone toy that’s lying next to her body, “you take the lead.”
You take the dildo from her calloused hands, rubbing the toy’s fat tip against her slicked up folds. Mikasa sighs when it rubs against her swollen clit, and you tap the sensitive nub twice to give her more pleasure.
You briskly open the bottle of lube and squirt some of the slippery substance onto your fingertips. Massaging the toy as if it were an actual dick, your fist drags along both ends of the dildo, making sure that it’s adequately coated with lube.
“I’m gonna put it in you first, okay?” you warn Mikasa, and she just responds with a shallow nod. “You’re gonna feel a bit of a stretch, but just stay relaxed for me.”
The toy’s cockhead prods at her entrance, before being pushed into her gummy walls. Mikasa feels like she’s being split apart, her chest heaving as he struggles to breathe. She begins to panic, but her pussy’s strong grip on the dildo begins to ease up when you swipe her clit back and forth.
“It’s okay; you’re okay. I’ll go slowly,” you reassure her, and only then does her heartbeat begin to steady. You give her time to adjust to the foreign feeling, and after a minute of slowly inching the thick member into her tight cunt, the toy gently kisses her cervix. Her head feels light and airy, and the only thing her hazy brain can register is how absolutely full she feels.
“I’m gonna put it in me now, too,” you tell her. You position yourself so that you’re scissoring her, with one thigh over hers while your other thigh rests under the other. You rub the toy’s tip along your folds, throwing your head back when the plastic catches your clit. The dildo slides in easier with you, and a couple seconds later, you’re both ready to begin grinding into one another.
“I’m gonna move, okay? And when you feel ready, you can grind against me too.”
Mikasa watches as you drop your hips and squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the toy’s cockhead slamming deliciously into your cervix. You do it again and again, until you work yourself up to a comfortable pace. Your tits bounce with every movement of your body, and she feels the sweat of your thighs dripping onto her legs and sticking onto her skin.
She bites her lip and experimentally rolls her hips; her eyes roll to the back of her head when she feels the dildo drag along her walls, massaging her g-spot with every swivel and swirl of her pelvis. The sensation feels so amazing, like nothing she’s ever felt before, but the view makes the experience ten times more pleasurable— your brows are knit and your lips are parted as soft mewls slip past your lips; you stare down at her with hooded eyelids and a damp lash line, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.
Mikasa’s hands fly out and grab at your tits, kneading the flesh and tweaking your nipples between her fingers. You squeal at the increased pleasure, throwing your head back and speeding up the bouncing of your hips. Your hands, once resting on her stomach, travel up and down the expanse of her torso before settling on her clit. You swipe the bundle of nerves back and forth, coaxing her towards her high.
“Gonna cum soon,” you choke out between labored breaths. “Cum with me, yea? Wanna watch you cream all over this dick.”
Your orgasm crashes into you unexpectedly, making your legs kick out and your body thrash around as heat and pleasure sear across your skin. Your walls clamp down around the dildo, threatening to push it out with every pulse of your fluttering cunt. Once you finish riding out your high, you slide the toy out of your hole, focusing your attention on Mikasa; the soft ah’s tumbling past her lips are an indication of her looming orgasm.
Your thumb continues to play with her clit, but your free hand wraps around the midpoint of the dildo. You push the shaft in and out of her pussy, fucking her harder than before. She squeals and tries to force her thighs closed, but you deliver a light slap to her tit.
“No, keep your legs spread for me,” you command, and even in her fucked out state, Mikasa still registers and obeys your command. “Feels good, right baby? There’s no need to hold back— just let go.”
Mikasa’s heels dig into the bed and her hips lift off the mattress, crying out loudly as her body convulses and her thighs shake. You fuck her through her orgasm, growing drunk off the way her cheeks flush pink when she’s cumming, or the way that her eyes squeeze shut and her lips jut into a pout, or the way that her abs ripple slightly from the intense pleasure that she feels in her core. She looks beautiful; she looks ethereal.
She looks perfect.
Mikasa’s hands push away at yours, quickly growing uncomfortable by the overstimulation. After slowly easing the toy out of her sensitive cunt, you wrap it up into a towel and place it on the dresser. She’s still in a daze when you return to the bed, extending her arms out to you so that you can fall into them.
And as you lie in her arms, your breath slowing down and growing softer, she realizes that she was a fool for ever questioning how you feel about each other.
You’ve built a house inside her heart, and you have no intention of ever leaving.
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Emizel having to feed on Soda for some reason or another. They went out together one night and tried to find food for him but they didn't have enough luck for it so they had to go back empty handed and Soda coaxes Emizel into feeding on him instead so he won't go hungry and Emizel feels so fucking bad about it.
#im gonna write something for this later#🎲jrwi🎲#🔮talking tag🔮#🎃og post🎃#jrwi#jrwi the suckening#emizel tucker#soda jrwi#fizzfangs
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A luxury of few~
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Aventurine is quiet as he stands on one of the lower balconies in Golden Hour, overlooking the streets below, bustling and filled with people.
The gambler supposes Golden Hour may be his favourite dreamscape in Penacony, as many others would agree. It feels warm here, and the abundant festivities almost always find a way to distract the blonde from whatever is troubling his thoughts.
Almost. Almost, because dreams are meant for the lucky few who have the luxury of being able to escape reality. Although Aventurine would argue himself lucky indeed, such a trivial luxury is unfortunately not one he has the possibility of partaking in.
Even in a place like Golden Hour, the gambler can never escape what he truly is, nor the past that haunts him. He will never be simply “Aventurine”, for erasing a part of oneself is quite a difficult task indeed.
His eyes skate across the scenery in a meek attempt to distract himself, to allow himself to get swept away by the hustle and bustle of the place, to lose himself in the music and parties and neon lights.
His gaze rests on a young couple of women, one about a foot shorter than the other. The taller one must make some sort of joke, because the shorter woman’s face twists up into a smile and Aventurine swears he can hear the echo of soft laughter.
He can’t explain the feeling he gets while he watches the couple, the shorter woman pulling in the other for a kiss, and he would chastise himself for intruding on such a private moment— but the pull of pure joy emanating from the couple is far too tempting.
The taller woman pulls the shorter woman into her arms, and they stand together, swaying softly from side to side.
Something about the gesture makes Aventurine’s breath hitch, and his chest constrict. He looks away immediately, fixing his eyes on the slot machines not much further away.
The gambler can’t help but reassure himself that he must be familiar with the gesture, and that it must remind him of someone… but in the end, it seems to be quite the opposite.
As much as the blonde would love to say that he can relate to the feeling of pure, unadulterated love shared between two people, just as the two women share bliss in each other’s company, the truth would be far from the illusion.
It’s been so long since Aventurine has last been held that the memory of such a sensation has long since faded away… but he yearns for it nonetheless, wants so badly—
There’s a hole in Aventurine’s heart, and the grand spectacles in Golden Hour and endless thrills of Penacony can only do so much to fill it.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
#roll the dice 🎲#ace trumps all ♠️#(ooc: well this ended up being longer than I expected skfndjjfndkfj)#(feel free to interact ofc! or even use this as a reference for something idk)#(I might expand on this later)#honkai star rail#hsr#aventurine#hsr aventurine#aventurine honkai star rail#writing
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‘idk wips & writing are WILD’ Wednesday
thank you to my sweetest jelly beans @beskarandblasters & @haylzcyon for the tags I’m so inspired by y’all!
so many of my projects have shifted around in terms of my focus and of course new ideas spring up so I’m really just gonna embrace the chaos limbo lol
thank you again to my dear babes for the tag! this just made me ask myself ‘sis, why are you like this’ lol
no pressure tags: @lowlights @morallyinept @burntheedges @tightjeansjavi @julesonrecord @swiftispunk @perotovar @chronically-ghosted & anyone I missed or who wants to join in!!
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Hi, for the Seventeen member + song drabble...
How about Hoshi and "I knew you were trouble" by Taylor Swift?
⟣ i knew you were trouble ⟢
wc: 0.9k words
warnings: alcohol, implied cheating
minors do not interact!
from this ask game~
"don't look now, but kwon soonyoung's been staring at you all night."
you shoot your best friend, mai a pointed look before promptly downing whatever concoction was dumped into your solo cup. the unknown liquor leaves an aftertaste that leaves you cringing with disgust, but you'd do anything to appear nonchalant.
especially since kwon soonyoung's been staring at you all night.
to her right, mai's long-time boyfriend chan shakes his head. "babe, i know he's the hottest piece of ass at this frat party, but hell is going to freeze over first before she fucks soonyoung. isn't that right?"
your companions' expectant stares are heavy against your bare shoulders and the unwarranted attention makes you roll your eyes.
"exactly," you agree instead, despite the fact that the heat of soonyoung's gaze continues to burn into your skin. "besides, i heard he's got himself a new girlfriend a few days ago. why would he be staring at me?"
mai snorts. "'cause he's the biggest manwhore on campus? but anyway, chan's right. you've got better taste than that."
you're a little happy to know how much faith your friends have in you. of course you wouldn't fuck someone like soonyoung. of course you don't have questionable taste in men.
but little do they know, hell has long frozen over in your book.
the force of you being abruptly slammed against the door of one of the upstairs bathrooms has you moaning with delight as the man you thought you'd already flushed out of your system stakes his rightful claim on your lips. soonyoung pries your mouth open with his skillful tongue, an arm circled around your waist as his free hand hooks your thigh across his hips.
"been teasing me all fucking night, baby," he rasps into the heated kiss, pressing two fingers against your clothed core only to find you wet and wanting. "you know how much i love this dress on you."
you do know—that's exactly the reason why you wore it to the party when you found out he'll be in attendance as well. part of you wonders why you still try for someone who obviously wants nothing to do with you outside of a good fuck.
you just know mai will be heartbroken if she found out, but soonyoung is like a gateway drug and you're too addicted to let him go.
"t-thought you already have a new girl, soonie," you stutter as he continues massaging your throbbing cunt through the flimsy gusset of your underwear. "why're you picking one of your old toys back up, hm?"
soonyoung breathes out a mirthless laugh before dragging the flimsy fabric down your thighs—tossing it somewhere on the dirty bathroom floor. you let out a surprised squeak that's muffled by the loud music outside when he hoists you up by your thighs and lays you on top of the bathroom sink.
there's a dangerous look in his eyes when he rests his forehead against yours. soonyoung is so close, you can hardly breathe, but you know better than to mistake the vibrations of an edm track for the heartbeats he'll never have for you.
"'cause no other pussy can ever come close to yours, sweetheart," he sighs, teeth grazing the cut of your jaw in a way that has you shivering from his touch. "no one can make me feel the way you do."
then why don't you just choose me?
that small blip in your consciousness fades into the backdrop of lust and intoxication when soonyoung hauls his cock out of his jeans and buries himself in your awaiting heat.
there's no preamble in the way he fucks you in that lone second floor bathroom. your cunt grips him like it doesn't ever want to let him go—walls clenching deliciously around his hard length as he pounds you into the cold tiles.
"love fucking this pretty pussy so much," he groans hoarsely into your ear, his grip on your thighs tightening with each stroke. "you take me so well, baby. always so good, so pliant. you'll let me have this cunt whenever i want, right? let me use you anytime i need you?"
you should feel insulted by how casually the words tumble out of soonyoung's lips. but instead of offense, all that fills you is a sick sort of thrill that he unknowingly capitalizes on when the fat head of his cock grazes that sweet spot inside you. he hits it again and again until your toes are curling and eyes are rolling to the back of your skull.
"fuck! yes, yes—soonyoung, please," you whimper pathetically, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt. "s-so close, you feel so good. more, more, more—"
"i know, sweetheart," he laughs and the sound bounces off the walls and sinks deep into your skin—making a home out of your body with the full intention of overstaying its welcome. "come on my cock and i'll give you what you want. it's been too long, baby, want to feel you milk me fucking dry."
you hate him. you hate how much he knows your body; how easy it is for him to make you fall apart time and time again. but no matter how horribly kwon soonyoung treats you, no matter how many girls he fools himself into thinking will be better than you—
you'll always welcome him with open arms when he comes crawling back to you.
#seventeen smut#seventeen fanfic#svthub#hoshi smut#soonyoung smut#i wonder when i'll write hoshi as a good guy#he's almost always a deviant in my drabbles T T#💭 request#🎲 ask games#📝 drabble#lovelyhan
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It looks like asks are turned on! Can I request writing or, like, headcanons about how the death note characters laugh? I mean obvs there’s Kira’s silly evil laugh but what about pre-Kira light and L?
-🎲
Laugh a Little Louder ╾ Cast
AAA so asks here work!!
yes. yesyeysyeye though the Wammy's kids may be ooc. See my various chats and notes for reason why
but without further ado, here come the laughs!
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L Lawliet 🍰
first off, he doesn't laugh very often.
memes? nothing. jokes? nothing. sarcasm? nothing. This doesn't mean he doesn't find any of these funny, he just doesn't have the urge to actually laugh.
but Light falling down the Task Force stairs? YES.
L finds other things funny too but there's just... something special about watching Light mess up...
if he's around people he trusts he's likely to laugh more, at super not funny things especially. for example, bad puns, horribly edited memes or videos, and dark jokes are high on the list. (I may or may not also find these things very funny)
anyway that got into when he laughs. as for HOW he laughs: it varies depending on how funny something is.
Mildly amusing? Dry chuckle. almost sounds like a cough or the engine of a car if that makes sense. sometimes he will say (with no change in tone whatsoever), "haha. that was quite amusing."
Hilarious? the man is cackling and wheezing.
high pitched, like a hyena...
Light Yagami 🖊️
you guys might hate me but
Light is a GIGGLER!!!
this kind of embarrasses him so he can usually make it sound more like a chuckle, this is also how he does fake-laughs when he's Kira and wants to hide the crazy-laughs.
I think he'd find animals and cute stuff worth a little laugh just because it's amusing and they bring joy to his life
that said I think Kira version of Light wouldn't laugh as much. He's under a lot of stress, he doesn't see the joy in life any more. Light is just there to fulfil his mission, to cleanse the world of evil, and he's so dedicated to this cause that he doesn't find time to appreciate the good that already exists in this world
damn that got sad for a post about laughter
uhhh anyway other people laughing inevitably sets Light off too, even as Kira he struggles not to laugh when L or Matsuda does. Misa's laughs, not so much of a problem. They just concern him...
Misa Amane 💝
hold on this is kind of hard actually...
you know what, I think she'd make other noises instead of actual "laughs."
such as squeaking, squawking, honking, all those funny words used to describe people who laugh but don't really laugh. shakes her head and sighs a lot at dad jokes but she secretly loooves them.
if she actually laughs it will be hahahahahhahaa-gasp-hahahhahahaha where it gradually gets higher pitched and the sound stops and she's just breathing in a squeaky manner. Misa will also start waving her body and arms back and forth like she's going to hit her knees, but only hits air.
sounds a little like she's dying tbh
Misa used to be embarrassed about her laugh when she was little, but she grew to learn it just means she's happy! so she likes it
though she would never laugh if she's livestreaming or anything like that, like Light she'd have a fake laugh (a typical girly giggle) for such occasions.
Touta Matsuda 🦆
this guy is like so normal help hahjajjajjasjsj
I think he would often like scream and then laugh (especially on roller coasters, watching horror movies, being jump-scared, all that)
wheezes a little, goes "oh God- oh God- no no stop-"
his stomach starts to hurt because if Matsu starts laughing he just like. does not stop. he goes into hysterics.
would end up rolling on the floor and struggling to breathe
"Matsuda it was just a bad bee pun, are you alright?" because he'd suddenly be set off by one silly thing like that and just be chuckling and laughing and all for the next few hours. and expect it to start again if someone makes the mistake of saying "bees" in the next few days
Okay but his mouth would go all squiggly like Charlie Brown's when he's trying to hold in a laugh.
shoving his bright red face into a pillow and trying not to scream in laughter, literally this man is DYING at every lame joke. he loves really long jokes too.
this guy is not actually so normal after all...
Near 🧸
like L, he does not laugh very often
unlike L, this statement is ONLY true for when he's in the company of others. when alone I think Near does a fair bit of laughing, though it's quiet
it's just the kind of vulnerability and genuine enjoyment that he only feels safe to express when he's alone...
anyway Near's laugh is a little rough like he's not used to doing it. he might chuckle for a while, or just let out a quick and sharp "HA!" if he's more startled into laughter. the first one is more private, the second he might let out a couple of times in company
I think Near would also lie in bed at night and just laugh at the ceiling. maybe especially if he's had a bad day. it makes him feel a little better and reminds him that there are good things in the world! Because when Near laughs he remembers the other things that have made him laugh
it's a sign he likes and trusts someone if he laughs with them
Near can also mimic lots of different kinds of laughs. I feel like he's a storyteller, even if he only tells the stories to himself, so this skill can come in very useful!
Mello 🍫
HE HAS AN EVIL VILLAIN LAUGH
less disturbing than Light's Kira laugh BUT IT'S STILL KIND OF SCARY IF YOU'VE NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE
but most people are quick to realise he's just laughing. laughing a little like a crazy person but it's easy to tell, if you take the time to observe, that he's just genuinely enjoying himself
Matt ALWAYS knows what to say to make Mello laugh
(Mello tries not to laugh at Matt though, mostly because he's a little ass who doesn't want to give him the satisfaction)
Actually, his laugh is kind of sweet to listen to in a way??
I don't know how to explain that and the villain-laugh headcanon fitting together but they do, just trust me. it may sound evil but it is super sweet
hahaha he thinks he's a badass his laugh sounds like he's a badass but somehow it's not badass at all.
The opposite of Near, he's more likely to laugh around others.
I think his favourite thing to laugh at is really bad movies. Just making fun of them, ridiculing the plot, and though some people thinks he sucks the fun out of it he finds it enjoyable
Matt 🚬
laughs often, doesn't GENUINELY laugh often.
he's a smoker right? well, I think that makes it clear that he's got a smoker's kind of laugh. he might end up coughing if he laughs too long
don't smoke kids
Matt's always had more of a throaty laugh though, he's a low chuckle kind of guy. unless he's tired or REALLY amused, in which case he'll cackle.
When typing he does a keyboard smash laugh: AJHSHAHAJAJA
I think he laughs at himself often. Matt in particular I haven't seen his dn appearances in years but I think he's a pretty chill guy most of the time, happy to give a laugh if someone insults his fashion taste.
not a headcanon but I wonder if a PC emoji would fit better...
Loves to make other people laugh too!! will lighten the mood or turn a chuckle into an uproar with a few really good bad jokes or a funny assortment of actions or impressions
He pokes fun at everyone and everything because when you take life too seriously, you don't enjoy it.
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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜
#this was so fun to write#but I ran out of words for different kinds of laughter#who was your favourite?#death note#fluff#🎲 anon#l lawliet#light yagami#misa amane#touta matsuda#near#mello#matt#mellodramattic#cute#shorts#quick read#writing#writers on tumblr#death note headcanons#death note imagines#death note fanfiction#should I write stuff for Rem and Ryuk when I do “cast”?#lei writes#lei's lawliet#lei's death note#headcanons
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Ahhh, forgive me, but can I request Kokichi with an Ultimate Vampire Princess S/O if that's alright? Feel free to ignore, I'm just a wackadoo.
— Can I be 🎲 Anon?
I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH YES MWAH
FIRST ANON LETS GO <33
Honestly doesn't know what to make of you at first
Kinda just like "a princess? okayyy...why should i care?"
feels a bit threatened, in all honesty. i mean, a vampire princess? another edgy leader?? are you trying to steal his brand????
eventually, he sets his jealousy aside and tries to get to know you
once he realizes how he feels, he immediately feels the need to tell you
"Y/N, Y/N, LET'S TAKE OVER THE WORLD TOGETHER!!"
your fangs intimidate him a bit, but eventually he comes around
likes feeling your fangs when you kiss
introduces you to D.I.C.E and they treat you like their queen
treats you like royalty, of course! nothing but the best for his princess!
if anyone tries to bully you for your fangs, your outfits, or your title, he will throw them into a lake with a weighted blanket to keep them warm :)
clingy as hell. of course he is.
"HEYYYYY YOU CAN'T JUST LEAAAVE! I DONT CARE ABOUT PRINCESS DUTIES, PLAY WITH ME INSTEAD!!!"
#ghost.writes#🎲 anon#kokichi ouma#kokichi x reader#drv3#kokichi#this was so fun to write ily#vampire reader#clingy kokichi go brrrr#danganronpa killing harmony
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in my tanner era unforch NEIDNISNDKSBDKWNOD can i req something like the "first meet" one you did w yumi!! maybe being a streamer and being invited onto the pod but he doesnt rlly know who you are beforehand ?? 😇
🎲 anon
tanner era goes so hard tbh!! i love that big stupid idiot!!
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ﾟ。 WHO ARE YOU? ; TANNER
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genre; fluff
type; blurb
read below!
You'd been a decently big streamer for a bit, so recently you were invited to be on The Group chat podcast by Isaac. You happily accepted, not exactly knowing what to expect. You watched a couple of episodes to try and prepare yourself for what you had coming.
The day of recording showed itself quicker than you would've liked, but so far, everything was going well. Tanner leads off with "So, like, who even is this? Sorry, who the fuck are you?" He spoke, pretending to sound offended.
You lead strong, "I'm your worst nightmare." He was floored. You were funny, cute, and were quick witted? He was falling, and he was falling hard. Isaac saw Tanner go red in the face, "Alright, move it along lover boy!" Tanner slammed a fist on his desk, "AM NOT!"
The podcast went smoothly, so smoothly in fact, that all the boys sent you a friend request after it ended. However, Tanner was the only one to message you after you accepted the request.
'sooo i get your discord but how bout them digits?'
'try again l8r loverboy'
'AM NOT'
'can i really not have your number'
'yea fine here (xxx) xxx-xxxx'
'SCORE'
#alex's writing#🎲.txt#tgc x reader#tgc#tgc x you#tgc x y/n#the group chat#the group chat x y/n#the group chat x you#the group chat x reader#tanner x y/n#tanner x you#tanner x reader#big t x y/n#big t x you#big t x reader
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what if i 😳 wrote transid fanfic 😳😳 and i posted in on ao3 😳😳😳 ahaha jk jk 😋 unless 😳
anyways read my fic!!!!!! /nf
#i got a fucking vision from god (/nsrs) about transgerman klavier gavin and couldnt NOT write it hello#🎲 original post#🐸 kris#🖊 writing#and NOW what if i maintagged this on tumblr#ace attorney fic#too late 🤭#pro transid#transid#transid please interact#pro radqueer#radqueer#radqueer please interact#rqc🌈🍓#rq fic
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Oh man, I'm excited! Writing is definitely a pain in the ass (I've taken many years of novels, creative writing, debate, etcetera). Your story is incredibly enthralling and so accurate in regards to characters, I'm surprised anyone would find anything (such as repetition of certain words) bothersome.
Nonetheless, I do understand wanting it to be perfect and I hope reading/proofing over it goes well for you two. ❤️
-🎲 anon
Thank you so muchh
And don't worry, it's not that my boyfriend finds it bothersome and such - it just knows that I'm an insane perfectionist about my writing, and if I later find some repetition or a wonky sentence I will proclaim that I've brought dishonour to writing as an art form and I'll never write again (I'm a little bit dramatic like that UwU--) (also I'd definitely end up writing again, it'd just take like a long time and I'd rather finish IUTMTM before the death of the universe/lh)
To be fair it is in a decent part that perfectionism that lets me write the way I do. Like, yes, writing badly is much better than not writing, and I do my best to live by that, but editing is a different issue - I've had at least 7 drafts of chapter 2 as of now (and I only change the draft when I decide there's a big part I want to rewrite from scratch)(I actually could post like the first draft here - that could be interesting, idk, I'll maybe consider it)
But yeah, I will slave over a draft until I've squeezed everything I humanly could out of it, in which case either I think it's actually genuinely good and I enjoy reading it (and I'm very critical of my work), or until I decide it's hopeless, and just simply rewrite it completely from scratch, either keeping only specific passages, the general idea, or sometimes nothing at all
Tbh I think it's got to do with the fact that it's not a medium that's "native" to me, so to speak. Losing Face was my first actual piece of writing, with my previous "attempts" (mostly stories for school) consisting of like, much less than a thousand word each. I started writing a dnf/xdnf smut after my bf dared me to, which got abandoned at 2k words (I low-key wanna post that at some point too as a little crack one-shot, but i'd have to decide if I want it to be an actual piece of writing, in which case I'd have to finish it, or if I just want it to be a "look, this is where I started" kind of thing). I was praised for my art, so I gravitated towards that, and the more I did, the more embarrassed and ashamed I felt of my unrealised "affair" with writing. I'd write elaborate descriptions of headcanons and scenarios, fishing for compliments to have an excuse to actually write something. I don't remember how I started truly writing, but it absolutely had to do with the support I always get from my partner.
And oh god, how I adore writing.
I've always loved telling a story, but what truly makes me obsessed with it is playing with language itself.
I love painting mental pictures. I love elaborate metaphors. I love portraying ugliness in a raw way that paradoxically makes it strangely beautiful. I love the words that don't just express their message through literal meaning, but also through how they visually look, how they sound, what core and pre-/inter-/suffix they have, how many syllables they have (my favourite go-to example is in Will Wood's "Front Street" - "the gnashing teeth will masticate the bones from the flesh"); I love using those words to juxtapose feelings (such as describing something as both raw and ugly, and yet beautiful exactly because of that). I love portraying ugliness in a raw way that paradoxically makes it strangely beautiful. I love playing with rhythm and momentum and run-on sentences, I love playing with formatting, to make the text flow on the page, I love using subtle sarcasm and making fun of the characters and their flawed logic through a flat narrating tone, and I love sprinkling characters' unreliable, subjective thoughts with nothing to distinct them from the rest of the text aside italics (I think it's much more immersive, adds to a "pov" lets the narrative evolve with the way characters think, and allows for a better flow of the text that ""(...)" he thought"). I love having a narrator with that subtle sass where the "insults" are indirect. When I write, I have several tabs open with thesauruses and dictionaries, not because I don't know the words I use (I make sure to keep my language authentic and to not overuse complex words just because - they all have a purpose, and 99,99% of the words I look up I already know), but because if I look up synonyms/translations then I have all the possible words in front of me and I can compare exactly how they look and sound (I'm heavily visual, ironically enough). I love pulling from more common Polish metaphors/sayings to form a more elaborate, non-obvious sentence/metaphor in English, and I love using translating as a tool to look for synonyms/replacements that maybe aren't an obvious alternative. I love writing scenes that feel genuine and real, and including the "ugly", human parts. I love writing flawed characters, I love describing their inner worlds, I love writing their streams of consciousness - I love turning them into real people (to the best of my abilities).
I love writing for the process. And it's funny, cause I don't exactly have that with art always. I'll be honest - I don't always love sketching and doodling. I do love watercolours. I'm sure it's honestly visible in how I paint, but playing with colours, layering, shading, shapes, undertones, etc is just my favourite thing in the world. But doodling by itself? Heavily depends, and a good portion of the time I just want to see the doodle ready, or to skip to watercolours, if I'm painting (although recently I've been getting better at just enjoying the process). But writing? Sure, sometimes I just want it over with, but the only reason why I'm able to go through all the drafts and countless edits is because just like with watercolours, I simply love the process of perfecting it, even if it gets frustrating.
TLDR I absolutely adore writing as an art form, holy shit it's literally so cool and language is even cooler and just
Writing<333
OH also btw I have since checked my document, and I misremembered - chapter 2 is 8k words--
#ask#asks#ask fern#anon#🎲 anon#writing#my writing#fern writing#art#tntduo#dsmp#quackbur#dream smp#tntblr#fern rambles#fernless rants#iutmtm
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First Impressions
Ship: Yelan x April | Word Count: 1063 | Warnings/Tags: First Meeting, Pre-relationship (duh)
A/N: Happy birthday, Yelan~ Here's the fic I promised :D
Soft harp music drifts down the streets of Liyue Harbor, capturing the attention of those window-shopping or milling about. It's not so strange for performances to be given at all hours of the day at the various stages set up in the city, but the instrument itself is odd. But not so odd as to put people off.
Yelan has to admit even from a distance that the sound is beautiful. Honestly, if it were one of her free days, even she would go to check out the scene and see who's playing such a beautiful piece.
But, alas, she can't. And who knows if they'll still be performing by the time she's finished tracking this person down?
Such are the breaks of her job… Yelan shakes off her feelings and continues to follow the clues left behind, which incidentally brings her closer to the source of the music.
A smirk rests on her lips as she realizes that her perpetrator must have also been drawn in by the pretty music, effectively killing two birds with one stone for her. She can listen in, see who's playing, and catch him once the performance is over.
Yelan stays to the back of the crowd, nodding a little when she sees who she's been tracking in the crowd. Her eyes flick towards the stage for a brief moment, intending on only looking for a second to see if she recognizes them.
She doesn't, but that's not the point.
The woman playing is beautiful. Maybe more so than her music. Yelan can't quite bring herself to look away even as the song ends. The performer flashes a brilliant smile at the crowd and thanks them once again for coming, her smile turning softer as she starts playing a new song.
If Yelan weren't hooked before, she certainly was now.
Her voice… Not only her speaking voice, which was lovely, but this new song has her singing a melody overtop her playing. And her singing voice is… wow.
Yelan would have never considered herself the type to fall for someone at first sight, or even to gain a crush so quickly, but it seems this one bard is the exception to that rule.
Despite the way her heart is pounding, Yelan vows to look into this bard in her free time. From appearance alone, she doubts that this woman is a crook of any kind but looks often deceive others. And she won't let herself indulge in her feelings unless she knows for certain that she can trust her.
Still, she keeps her eyes on the stage through the song. Some time near the end, the woman's eyes meet hers and Yelan has the delight in watching them widen a little as well as a pretty blush spreading across the bard's cheeks.
Yelan smirks a little. That's cute. She's been making eye-contact with her audience the whole time and Yelan is the one to fluster her?
Impressively, she doesn't stutter in her playing or in her singing despite this, and Yelan finds herself hoping that she is as innocent as she appears. It could be… fun getting to know her.
She stays through the entire performance, not lingering to talk to the performer like many others are. Instead, she follows the one that led her here away from the stage before following through with her job.
It is a shame, though, that she didn't even get the woman's name…
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Yelan lets out a soft sigh, rolling her shoulders back as she walks in the vague direction of the harbor. The evening lanterns have only recently been lit and she intends on indulging in the sight of the sunset over the water.
It isn't long after she settles in that she hears someone close by. Her guard raises a little but she doesn't visibly show it. It's more likely that this person also wants to watch the sunset and isn't a threat to her in any way, but it never hurts to be cautious.
Some time passes before the newcomer gasps, drawing Yelan to look over at them. Her eyes widen a little with recognition, mirroring the woman's own expression.
"I recognize you!" The woman--April, if Yelan's research was correct-- says, her voice still hushed to not disturb those nearby. "You were at my last performance, weren't you?"
Yelan laughs softly, her heart fluttering at the almost awed expression that crosses the bard's face. "Guilty. I couldn't resist the sound of your playing," Yelan admits, smiling a little when April brightens in response.
Introductions are quickly gotten out of the way and Yelan invites her to sit closer, both of them more focused on the other than on the now-setting sun.
The longer that they talk, the more Yelan is convinced that April is as genuinely sweet as she appears to be. When Yelan looked her up, there wasn't a single dark spot on her record and no evidence of anything being covered up either.
Yelan likes to think herself a good judge of character, so it does seem that April is trustworthy. Enough to become a friend at least, perhaps more if things work out that way.
The conversation lasts well past sunset to when the stars begin dotting the skies above. Yelan's truly enjoying herself, a little awed to have found someone that feels so easy to talk to.
April lets out a soft sigh. "I'm afraid I must be going. I have a performance scheduled early tomorrow…"
Yelan smiles at her. "It's alright. Would you like me to walk you to wherever you're going?" She asks, a hint of protectiveness slipping into her voice. The streets aren't always safe this time of night even with the Millelith patrolling as usual.
April laughs softly and shakes her head. "I'll be fine." She dusts herself off as she stands up and some light glints off the cryo vision hanging off her hip.
"Ah," Yelan says with a nod. "I see. Be careful."
"I will." April's eyes are soft as she says this. "Will I be seeing you at another performance?" Her voice is teasing yet hopeful all at once.
"Perhaps," Yelan says, smiling a little when April giggles, seeming pleased with that answer.
With that, the two bid each other goodnight and go their separate ways, both looking forward to a potential meeting in the future.
#self ship#self shipping#self insert fic#self insert fanfiction#self ship fic#self insert#si x canon#canon x si#canon x self insert#self insert x canon#my writing#take a chance on me 💖🎲
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redhead caught red-handed!!
pairings: stepbro!virgin!tendou x dom!fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)
synopsis: your new step-brother tendou hides a dirty secret within the four walls of his bedroom.
warnings: DARK CONTENT. 18+ MINORS DNI! stepcest; pervy!tendou; reader is a bit mean at first but becomes nicer later; some vouyerism; mutual masturbation; oral (f!receiving); unprotected sex; creampie; virginity loss; overstimulation; lots of cum LOL
word count: 4.4k words
notes: my submission for tee’s when nobody’s home collab! this isn’t beta-read, so please be kind! reblogs and interactions are super appreciated! hope you enjoy <3
your step-brother— despite being a complete sweetheart— is just a tad bit odd.
a few days after your first year of college, your dad revealed to you that he was going to ask tendou’s mother to move in with him. the sudden announcement was a shock to you at first, but upon seeing the twinkle in his eyes while he spoke about his plans to propose to her soon, you gave in to your father’s wishes and welcomed her and her son into your home with open arms.
you had known of tendou all throughout high school, considering that he was one of the shining stars of your school’s powerhouse volleyball team. but despite his popularity on the court, he wasn’t met with the same treatment off of it— often finding him glued to his teammates during passing periods or reading manga alone on the roof during lunch. one time during the summer after graduation, you ran into him at the movie theaters after a screening of the horror film the ring, and you tried to spark up a conversation with your future step-brother. unfortunately for you, it couldn’t have been any shorter or awkwarder.
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“satori, hey!” you called out, running up to him and waving your hand in the air. “did you just watch the ring? is it as good as people say it is? my date and i are supposed to see the next screening of it!”
satori stared at you with his eyebrows raised and eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights. “uh— yes! to both questions!” was all he said before scurrying away and catching up with his teammates.
“hm, that was weird,” you mumbled, but after shrugging to yourself, you sat down and waited for your date to arrive.
…
that memory is etched into your brain, and to this day, it still makes you shudder and cringe whenever you remember the awkward encounter. for one, it was your first formal introduction to your future step-brother— which went horribly— and two, your date ended up being a no-show, which forced you to sit through two hours of couples cuddling all around you. you try your best to bury the memory for as long as you can, but it’s to no avail— especially once tendou and his mother begin moving their boxes and furniture into your childhood home.
you’re in the middle of placing your step-mother’s clothes into a dresser, when in your dazed state, you accidentally slam the drawer on your pinky finger. immediately, you yelp and withdraw your hand, hissing and clutching the digit as you wince in pain. tendou takes notice of your discomfort and drops the box that he’s carrying to rush to your side.
“may i?” he softly asks, extending his palm out to you. cautiously, you let him examine your hand, before he steps away briefly to grab a roll of athletic tape from a nearby box.
you flinch as he begins to wrap your swollen finger in the white tape, and he chuckles lightly. “don’t worry,” he reassures you. “i know what i’m doing. i used to break a lot of fingers back when i played volleyball.”
“i know,” you joke back. “you always had them wrapped in sports tape. it kinda became your signature look.”
his eyes meet yours and he softly whispers, “you noticed that?”
“of course i did! your magical hands won our team many victories,” you chirp, and a giggle slips past his lips.
“i guess so.” he delicately lets go of your hand once he finishes tending to it. “does it feel better?”
“as of right now, no,” you admit, and his smile settles deeper in his cheeks. “but i’m sure it will soon! thank you, satori.”
“anytime.”
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the next few weeks are spent unloading boxes and tidying up your home. tendou and his mother quickly acclimate to their new environment— tendou and your dad easily bounce jokes off of each other, tendou’s mother’s cooking is heavenly, and and your dad and soon-to-be step-mother have never been more lovey-dovey and affectionate. despite the joys of your new family getting along, there’s just one thing that troubles you.
satori hasn’t really spoken to you since the time he wrapped your finger.
you had hoped that the incident would have alleviated some of the tension or nervousness that he feels, but it didn’t. despite your constant efforts to strike up conversations with him, it seems like being in close proximity to you makes him even more uneasy, though you can’t exactly pinpoint why. you see the way that he interacts with his friends and his family, and you don’t understand why he’s not his usual loud, outgoing, and carefree self with you— it’s almost like he’s afraid of you, or worse, as if he doesn’t like you. this feeling bothers you, especially because you want him to be comfortable with you and see you as someone he can depend on, someone he can trust and regard to as family.
instead, he spends most of his days locked in his room (which you haven’t even been inside of yet)— doing god knows what.
one evening, when your dad and his newly-engaged fiancé are out on their weekly date night, you find yourself standing outside of tendou’s door. a pit sinks to your stomach, your palms sweaty and fingers jittery as you wrap your hand around his doorknob. you figure that tonight would be the best time to try to have a heart-to-heart with tendou, considering that if things go wrong, you could silently retreat back to your room without your dad making a fuss over it.
inhaling a deep breath, you twist the doorknob and step into tendou’s room. “satori,” you exhale, but your words are cut short at the overwhelming sight before you.
his walls are completely covered in anime posters, mostly images of scantily-clad, sexy anime characters. an image of fubuki from one punch man hangs above his headboard, surrounded by smaller posters of misa amane, lady midnight, michiko malandro, and other characters from lesser known anime that you don’t recognize. on his desk sits several figures of mirko from my hero academia, and in the center of his bed lies a giant body pillow of faye valentine from cowboy bebop. an empty box of tissues is tipped over on his nightstand, and the crumpled-up thin white papers lie scattered all over his bed and floor.
satori is completely naked as sits on his haunches, a folded up pillow placed in front of his tense thighs. his hips hump into the plush material with significant force, his slick cock sliding in and out from between the white cotton pillowcase. his phone is propped up on another pillow and rests against his headboard, and on its screen you see the lewd image of some woman— who happens to look a lot like general esdeath from akame ga kill— getting her brains fucked out by an impossibly large dick that looks like it shouldn’t fit. soft whines tumble out of his parted lips as he chases his high; he’s too engrossed in his own pleasure to even notice your presence. it isn’t until you let out an incredulous gasp that he finally sees you in his peripheral vision.
“oh my god. you’re a closet pervert, satori!”
he wastes no time and immediately tries to hide the damning evidence. his shaky hands quickly shut off his phone, and he weasels his sweaty body underneath his comforter to hide himself from your shocked gaze. still, dirtied tissues are scattered incriminatingly all over his room, and his eyes flit back and forth between your face and his mess.
“h-hey,” he stutters, trying to keep up a cool façade that does a poor job of hiding his flustered self. “what brings you to my room?”
you ignore his question. “is this what you were doing all those times you’d spend alone on the roof?” you chuckle, berating him. “were you secretly reading explicit manga during our lunch breaks?”
“n-no,” he stammers, but when you cock your eyebrow in doubt, he knows that he’s been caught red-handed. “fine, yes. b-but only sometimes though!”
“you’re unbelievable, satori,” you mutter, moving closer to him and sitting on the edge of his bed. the mattress dips under the added weight, and tensions rise as his bed creaks when you shuffle to find a comfortable position in the sea of explicit magazines and used up tissues.
“please don’t tell anyone, especially my mom,” he pleads with you, his eyes growing misty and his ears flushing pink. “she’ll be so ashamed of me if she finds out the real reason why i collect all of these pillows and figurines.”
you throw your head back and cackle. “what lie did you tell your poor mother to mislead her from your perverted intentions?”
his shoulders slump and he sighs, “i told her that i’m an anime merchandise reseller. she thinks that i have this stockpile so i can eventually sell it for a higher price, but i just hoard it for myself so i can do…” his hands come out from under the blanket and motion to the clutter around him.
“… what you just saw.”
his sheepish admission of guilt makes you snort. “god, you’re pathetic, satori.”
your step-brother lowers his head and his face contorts into a frown. the pitiful sight ignites a fire in your core, and your clit throbs when you remember how eagerly he was fucking his pillow earlier.
oh, how you wish to see that beautiful sight again.
without thinking, you rip satori’s comforter from the clutches of his fingertips, exposing his milky skin to the hot summer air once again. he shrieks at the action, hastily trying to re-cover himself, but you grab his wrists and pin them to the side of his body.
“you’re pathetic, but you’re also ridiculously hot, satori,” you whisper, and a red tint creeps up his neck and cheeks.
“what— what are you—” he tries to ask, but you interrupt him.
“can you please fuck your pillow again for me? pretty please?” you coo, jutting your lip out into a pout. “it was so hot. i wanna watch you do it again.”
“o-okay,” he replies shakily. after you release him from your grasp, he slowly gets up and resumes his former position, this time with you sitting against his headboard in place of his phone. he begins to rock his hips at an agonizingly slow pace, much too slow for his pleasure or your entertainment, and you instruct him to go faster. he obliges, and soon his thrusts match the same speed and intensity from when you first walked in.
“you know, satori,” you start, faux sympathy dripping from your tone. “if any other girl saw what i’d just seen, she’d probably think that you’re a loser or a creep. but not me though,” you gently shake your head; you feel your slick dampening your panties as you continue. “i think that you’re so, so cute.”
“y-you think i’m cute?” he chokes out, and you can tell that your words are having their desired effect on the redhead. his tongue lolls out as he pants heavily, and beads of sweat trickle down his temples and neck.
“of course i do,” you reply nonchalantly. “i think that you’re the cutest.”
his breath hitches at your praise, and you giggle in delight. but your smile is quickly wiped off of your face when you notice that he’s not looking at you, but rather above you. you realize that instead of focusing his attention on you— a pretty, real-life girl sitting right in front of him— he’s staring at the large fubuki poster that’s hanging above his bed, and a pang of jealousy strikes your heart.
“hey!” you snap, easily calling his attention back to your frustrated face. “eyes on me. i don’t want you looking at her.” satori meekly nods his head, but his gaze still wanders up to the poster, his eyes jumping back and forth from your face to fubuki’s tits.
you huff out in annoyance when an idea sparks in your mind. hastily wrapping your fingers around the waistband of your shorts and underwear, you tug off the clothing in one swipe. your loose t-shirt follows soon thereafter, leaving your entire body completely bare for satori’s hungry and lust-filled eyes. your fingers gently run up and down your slit, collecting your wetness before beginning to rub tight circles around your swollen clit. satori drinks in the lewd sight in front of him before promptly shutting his eyes, turning his face away from your body.
“i’m sorry!” he sputters out. “i’m sorry for being a pervert and for looking!”
your free hand cups his cheek and forces him to face you once more. when he carefully re-opens his eyes, you whisper, “i wouldn’t be spreading my legs and putting on this show if i didn’t want you to watch, right?”
you giggle when he furrows his eyebrows, and you continue on, “i wanna be the reason why you cum, satori.”
he whines when you remove the pillow from his thighs, tossing it off the side of the bed. “sit down and part your legs. i wanna be closer to you.” he does as he’s told, and you drape your thighs around his waist, your cunt merely a inches away from his cock.
“keep stroking yourself,” you instruct. “just like that.”
satori’s pretty hands wrap around his length, frantically twisting and tugging his shaft but concentrating his movements around his cockhead. the sight makes your mouth water— beads of precum dribble out of his slit, and his tip is so pink and overstimulated that you’re certain that this wasn’t his first round of the night.
your index and middle fingers swipe at your swollen nub, and you feel your pleasure building up in your core. you clutch onto tendou’s thigh to ground yourself from the intensity of your looming orgasm.
“fuck, i’m close,” you mewl, and satori responds with a breathy “me too.”
satori’s cum shoots onto your stomach and tits; the semi-translucent, runny liquid slides down your body, the heat from his seed warming your skin and pushing you over the edge. melodic sounds fill the room as you both ride out your euphoric highs, and once the twitching of your thighs subsides, you lie back to stop his cum from sliding onto his bedsheets.
“shit! i’m so sorry. let me clean you up,” tendou stammers, immediately untangling his limbs from yours and retrieving a dirty sock from the floor. “i used up all my tissues so this is all i have. i’m really sorry about that.”
you giggle as he wipes his cum off of you. “wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, satori.”
“sorry, i’ve never done this with a girl before— or with anyone, really.”
“okay first, stop apologizing. and second, are you serious?” you ask, sitting up and tilting your head at him. “you’ve never had sex before?”
satori meekly shakes his head, tossing the sock back onto the floor. his gaze avoids yours, but you press on.
“have you even had your first kiss yet?”
when satori shakes his head yet again, a brilliant— yet morally dubious— idea seeps into your mind.
lifting his chin, you murmur, “well, i can change that.” you scoot closer to him, pressing your sopping cunt up against his dick, and he flinches at the foreign sensation. wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your forehead against his, you add on, “do you wanna fuck me, satori?”
tendou gulps as his eyes bore into yours; his irises swarm with lust and desperation as he whispers, “yes. so fucking badly.”
in an instant, your lips crash into his. at first, he’s hesitant— uncertain, even— but once you mewl and tug at the soft flesh, it gives him the boost of confidence that he needs to push his tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but notice how good of a kisser he is, and you start to wonder how often he’s dreamt of (and practiced for) this very moment.
things heat up just as quickly as they started, and you grab his dick from between your bodies, dragging his tip along your folds to collect your slick. you line him up with your drooling hole, but tendou pulls away before you can sink down onto his cock.
“wait,” he rasps out, his chest heaving as he pants. “can i eat you out first? i’ve always wondered what it tastes like.”
raising your eyebrows, you tease, “you’ve always wondered what pussy tastes like? that’s so cute of you.”
“well, yes. but specifically, what yours tastes like.”
you don’t know how he did it, but tendou’s directness manages to completely fluster you. your brain short-circuits for a few seconds, pondering what he meant by his cryptic words. realizing that you’ll probably find out soon enough, you snap yourself out of your haze and nod your head. you crawl out of his lap and lie back onto his pillows, parting your legs to give him a perfect view of your pussy. tendou’s mouth gapes at the sight, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes that rivals that of the stars.
his tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he inches towards you. he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, but before he’s able to dive in between your thighs, you flick his forehead and draw his attention. “if you do a shitty job, i won’t let you fuck,” you warn. it’s a bluff, but tendou takes the bait, wasting no time and devouring you like a man starved.
his lips encircle your clit, sucking on the bud and flicking it back and forth with his pointed tongue. your back arches at the stimulation, weaving your fingers into his red hair and running your nails along the short fuzz of his buzzcut. his hands grab at your thighs and push them into your chest, allowing him better access to your cunt. everything feels so hot, so dizzying; you don’t know if it’s because of your previous orgasm or because of how good tendou’s making you feel, but you feel a familiar pressure building up in your tummy as he ravishes you.
“satori! so fucking good!” you squeal when his lips release your bundle of nerves and his thick tongue prods at your gaping hole. the pink muscle pushes its way through the first tight ring of your pussy, and he begins rocking his face into your sex, the tip of his nose bumping and brushing against your clit with each eager movement.
a slew of expletives spills out of your mouth as your high plateaus. wrapping your hand around the back of satori’s head, you press his face flush against your cunt, grinding and riding your orgasm out for as long as you can. he moans as your cum spreads across this tongue, and the vibrations only amplify the pleasure that you feel. once the stimulation becomes too much, you release his head, but tendou refuses to let you go.
“too much, satori,” you whine, pressing your heels onto his shoulders and gently pushing him off. upon noticing your discomfort, he quickly backs away. wiping your juices off of his lips and chin, he pants, “how was that?”
“surprisingly amazing,” you reply, taking his wrist and leading him to rest his back against the headboard. “where did you learn to eat pussy like that, hm?”
“i watch and read a lot of… y’know…” he admits. you can feel his heart thumping in his chest as your legs straddle him. leaning in to kiss him once more, you taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes your head swim with desire.
“i’m impressed,” you coo, taking his hardened dick with your dominant hand and dragging it along your puffy folds. “let’s see what else you’ve learned from your pervy little comic books,” you exhale before fully sheathing his cock into you in one solid motion.
you both curse when tendou bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls pressing against your ass. taking your sweet time, you start to roll your hips and grind in his lap, not wanting to overwhelm him during his first time.
“i don’t think i’m gonna last long,” tendou chokes out, and you reply with a fleeting kiss to the tip of his nose.
“it’s okay. we have all night anyways— we can go for as many rounds as you want,” you promise him, and a shy smile spreads across his lips and his cheeks tint rosy pink. “are you ready for me to start riding you, baby?”
he bites his bottom lip, shuts his eyes, and nods, and with his consent, you lift your hips and slam them back down onto his crotch. his breath hitches as he feels your gummy walls tighten up around him, and his fists clench at the bedsheets beside him, searching for purchase in the cotton material but ultimately finding none. grabbing his wrists, you guide his hands to your ass; tendou takes the cue and digs his nails into your soft flesh, his palms kneading and squeezing the fat of your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock.
craving to taste him again, you kiss him once more, allowing his grunts and whines to be muffled by your swollen lips. “satori, baby,” you whisper as you pull away from his face. “open your eyes. want you to see how we’re connected.”
tendou immediately heeds your command, his eyelids fluttering open and taking in the beautiful sight of his slicked-up cock disappearing inside of your walls, only to reappear with a ring of your cream surrounding the base of his shaft. the whole image before him is so lewd; your tits bounce in front of him, merely inches away from his face, and almost as if on instinct, satori’s pink lips wrap around your nipple. he hollows his cheeks and begins sucking on the perked bud, and you throw your head back and moan.
“fuck, you’re so amazing,” you mewl as he repeats his ministrations on your other nipple. “keep going, baby. gonna cum soon!”
tendou responds by mumbling incoherently into your breasts, a string of words you can barely make out over the lewd sounds of sweaty, sticky skin slapping against one another. snaking your hand in between your bodies, you find your clit, pressing on the sensitive bud as you come undone around satori’s cock. while riding out your orgasm, tendou lifts his hips off the bed and meets your thrusts halfway; when he feels your walls clamp down on him, he holds you down on his lap, shooting his seed deep into your fucked-out cunt.
tendou’s head collapses onto your shoulder, and you know that he’s completely spent. sighing contently to yourself, you twiddle with the little hairs on his nape as he calms down and his breathing steadies. when he’s finally ready to move, you lift yourself off of his lap and lie down on your back right next to him. you can feel his cum slowly oozing out of your hole, but you figure that it’s a problem for later— you’ll help him wash his sheets before your dad and his mom return home in the morning.
“wow, your first kiss, first time giving head, and your first time fucking all in the same night!” you tease as you drape your arm across his warm chest. “i’ve really spoiled you rotten, haven’t i?”
he chuckles. “i guess so. although i didn’t get to cross off ‘first blowjob’ from my bucket list yet.”
“don’t worry. like i said, mom and dad are staying in a love motel tonight and probably won’t be back until noon tomorrow. we have the whole night.” you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, and satori sighs at the newfound intimacy.
“we really lucked out then. but i think i’m luckier since i got to have you be my first time.”
wait. the cogs in your brain start turning, and all the hints and clues that he’s been subtly dropping begin to make sense— him being shy and awkward around you, him fantasizing about giving you head, him feeling “lucky” that you took his virginity. it all adds up, and you can’t believe how oblivious you’ve been all along.
“satori, you have a crush on me, don’t you?”
“i— uh—” he blurts out, his mind scrambling for an answer. you can feel his hand that’s wrapped around your waist begin to grow clammy, and after a few seconds of stumbling for words like an idiot, he finally caves in. he knows he’s been caught red-handed.
“fine, yes i do,” he admits, his voice low and raspy. “i’ve liked you all throughout high school actually. but you were always either dating someone, or some guy was trying to get with you— i just figured that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”
he chuckles lightly to himself as he continues, “like that one time we ran into each other at the movie theater. when you mentioned that you were on a date, i felt so heartbroken and lightheaded that i just had to get out of the building as quickly as i could! god, i’m so pathetic sometimes.”
you scoff and playfully roll your eyes. “ugh, please don’t remind me of that night. did you know that my date stood me up right after you left? i couldn’t even enjoy the movie because i was so pissed off.”
tendou shakes his head in disbelief. “y’know, i actually have the ring saved onto my laptop. we can watch it if you want,” tendou suggests, gently nudging your foot with his. gaining confidence, he adds on, “why don’t we turn a sour memory into a sweet one? let me right that loser’s wrongs!”
giggling, you reply, “fine, but only if you promise me that you’ll stop taking out all of your pent-up sexual frustrations on your pillow. i’m only a few doors down the hall you know.” you wink, and tendou throws his head back and chuckles.
“deal,” he wheezes out as he catches his breath. “but only if you promise me that when we inevitably get too distracted to watch the movie tonight, we’ll wake up early and finish it tomorrow morning.”
the corners of your lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.
“deal.”
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“Hey, Chip. You're dating Gill, right?”
Chip looked up in confusion and nodded. “You’ve seen me kiss her, Jay.”
“And we're dating, right?” Jay continued, unfazed by any actual logic.
“Pretty sure you’ve seen me kiss you too, so yeah.” Chip set his pen down fully from where he was writing logs to look at her fully.
“Okay. So does that make me and Gill, like, partners-in-law?” She set up her request with that line, holding her breath while Chip answered.
Chip hummed in thought and nodded. “I guess so.”
“What if I don't want that?” She was stalling. She was very definitely stalling and she was very very close to rambling but everytime she tried to actually say it, she felt her throat close up.
“Jay, honey, what are you saying?” Chip furrowed his brows. Jay took a deep breath.
“I think I’m in love with Gill,” she blurted.
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🎲 Anon here!
I love yeah Ellie *THROWS HEARTS AND HUGS*
I’ve been on a stranger things bing and just getting ideas and reading new stories and then my brain goes 🥵😍
How you heard of ghost face steddie x reader?! The two boys being with the reader and just cherishing and worshiping her ❤️ Until Jason comes around trying to get the reader to go out with him so the two go out and kidnap him, takes him back to the house, AND FUCKS THE READER RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM TO SHOW HIM WHO SHE BELONGS TOO, and then murders him! But like imagine the reader trying to quiet her moans because she’s embarrassed but Eddie’s praising her and telling her to let go while Steve looks at Jason trying to show who’s boss and just smirking the whole time! ❤️❤️❤️
😳☺️I’m bad at writing scenarios lol
(tw: violence)
🎲 anon do you KNOW.....do you know the power you hold over me.....this ask caused me to rewatch scream for the first time in years......i wanna write a fic.......eddie and steve would be the PERFECT ghostface duo, just.......steve being the sweet, if not a little handsy, cool older boyfriend/close friend that always is so protective over you and offers to take your virginity for you when your crush on him becomes too obvious to ignore, while eddie is his slightly unhinged best friend who makes jokes and passes at you on the daily, a smile always present on his face when you're around even though people think he's scary, crazy, a freak who watches one too many horror movies. they start a terror spree of butchering all the people you hate and the ones who have bullied you, stringing it closer and closer until one night you're the one that gets that terrifying call--"what's your favourite scary movie? let's reenact it, sweetheart." the chase is performative, relatively harmless, save for the slice in your calf so you can't walk so well up the stairs or out the front door. ghostface has a surprise for you, he promises! and carries you into the room where he's got your most hated bully all tied up, along with a bed, and a video camera pointed at it.
but your little homemade movie needs more than one star, doesn't it? maybe three would work. but jason won't be part of it, no, he doesn't get to touch you--that's when eddie pulls off his mask and steve joins the mix all covered in fake blood, had to make his death look realistic!
they're not gonna kill you, they promise--in fact, they're certain that by the time the night is over, you'll have fallen in love, just like they always wanted.
#🎲 anon#eddie munson#steve harrington#st scream au#eddie's angelface#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#ghostface!eddie munson#ghostface!steve harrington#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#anons
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