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Hey!anon here! Since you made a Fluff Alphabet for Dori,can you maybe make an NSFW version? If not,or request are closed then it's okay 🍵🌷
❇starfirette renaissance day two...?!?!?!?! I thoroughly enjoyed this!
❇Dori Sakurada NSFW Alphabet | more Dori fics here! | masterlist
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Pillow talker meets attentive retail staffer. Encourages you to pee and shower up; engages in aftercare behaviors you additionally require, such as reassurance or food. He’s very much your dom so he takes his role seriously. Your health and wellbeing is incredibly important to him so he’s going to pay attention to that first!
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He prefers his mouth or his hands; he is self aware and he knows that he was asked to model a lipstick for a reason. As for you, he loves your hair. To pull it, to control you with it; or to softly play with, braid absentmindedly…
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
On your tongue. “Be good and swallow it”
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Is a kinky, kinky man. He wouldn't consider this a secret if he weren't so well known. Being that he is famous he keeps it on the down low. Very likely to be into BDSM as a dom only.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Average experience. Has had sexual relationships with partners and BDSM experiences with strictly sexual partners.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes when you're on your knees or intricately restrained
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Maybe strikes jokes in a mocking way, sometimes are your expense but he wouldn't ever mean it
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I doubt he'd shave at all. Maybe to keep things neat but he doesn't bother trying to stay bare
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If he's in a relationship and he loves you, then he can be tender and romantic. But with a strictly sexual partner or a one night stand, he wouldn't bother/feel comfortable
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Makes you watch while he edges himself. He likes the JOE
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dom and Sub, as well as pain infliction and degradation. He thoroughly gets off on being in complete control. He edges himself and he'll edge you, too
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Mostly in his own place just because his toys and his ‘area’ is there
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you whine. When you misbehave. When you obviously are in need of his attention
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I don't foresee him being into the Daddy thing. He's more of a master
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes to grip a fistful of your hair while you guides your mouth up and down on his cock. He also likes to tie you up and put a gag in your mouth before he goes down on you. Sometimes, as a punishment, he'll overstimulate you. He won't take it easy. He won't let you think of it as a prize: he'll suck your clit like a jolly rancher while you scream over the gag. He knows it gets uncomfortable after a while and that's why it's a punishment
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough over slow and rough
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his forte
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Oh yes, absolutely!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can be pretty tired after a long day of work and filming and everything else. It really depends on how far you two want to go and if he has the time and energy to do anything. Of course if you two want to have a chill quickie he's totally down! I think he doesn't mind being a soft, service dom, especially if you ask!
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Why yes he certainly does. I imagine a sex swing, rope, floggers, and gags are some of his favorites. Just anything to keep you restrained. He is content with using his hands and mouth to punish or reward you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Very much likes to edge you! Most of the experience is foreplay. Generally getting you wet and excited. You like to be teased, he likes to tease you, so it’s a win-win.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s loud and he LIKES being loud, he PREFERS it. If he has to yell at you then we will. Brats will be punished. But good girls get their praise. Loud encouragement is the best encouragement. He is vocal about his own pleasure and he is sure to let his girl know she’s doing such a good job.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
You two have made sex tapes, but they’re kept on your phone and not his
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I imagine he is chiseled and sharp edged, toned with slight muscles that make him bulkier than he typically would be. I also have to say he is hung as a horse
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I think that the more he loves you the more he finds himself craving you. He thinks about you all the damn time. You consume his thoughts when he is bored or daydreaming. He finds himself fantasizing about everything he wants to do to you when he sees you next
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Once you’re all cleaned up and taken care of he’ll feel comfortable to chill and fall asleep. Part of being a dom means looking out for your sub. He takes it very seriously and he’d never want to leave you without the aftercare that you need
#dori sakurada x reader#dori sakurada smut#dori sakurada imagine#dori sakurada#starfirette writes#starfirette renaissance#requested!#I have no more tags#that's sad#I refuse to clickbait yall with Dori characters x reader#but I have those :)))#if you're interested#if you're reading this tags#I just want the continue reading thingy for the tags#so#i'm watching miss congeniality#my sister is eating chips#yeah#i think this works
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Woah woah woah- qsmptwt is coming here to Tumblr? Well, I must greet them!
Hello people! I'm not much aware of how it is on that part of the fandom (Twitter), but I heard about scary things. But don't you guys worry, you guys can stay here as long as you want :D!
The name's AB, I've been a resident here for a bit, and I think of it as my little vacation home. It's gonna be a little confusing at first, but I bet you all will get a hang of it :P
There are still discourses here on Tumblr, yes, but it's given already that we shouldn't quickly assume on things without any reliable facts and we shouldn't leave horrible threats to others. Some people have negative feelings, some have hopes, and that's normal! We'll get through this together :>
Some Tumblr tips:
I reccomend reading this post! This is the post that helped me navigate around Tumblr.
You can reblog as much as you can (even your own posts), leave little messages in the tags, and customize your Tumblr's appearance!
The con I do have to warn you guys about is the algorithm. It's not that good.
Just some quick tips from me:
Continue to like and leave notes to the contents you want to continue to see.
Follower counts are not visible; we don't make a big deal on people's followers
Go to your settings and filter some tags and/or words you don't want to see (because I guarantee some nasties are going to eventually show up on your feed. This filter system is actually pretty good!)
Report bots and block em'! Don't get tired on reporting/blocking them.
Go to the visibility on your settings, and enable the prevent third-party sharing thingy so that the Ai won't scrape off your blogs.
Tumblr doesn't have the auto translate feature but NEVER be ashame to speak or to type your mother tongue/ other languages here.
I reccomend cutting (adding a "read more") on longer blogs like this.
Lastly, be NICE, CIVIL, and RESPECTFUL!! Learn to take a few steps back on things you've seen/read, and look on the bigger picture.
ofc, BE SILLY!! Have some fun!
Welcome again!! Just take some deep breaths buddies, because we'll get through this ^_^
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OPERATION: TOGETHER, roman reigns and cody rhodes (i).
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warnings: cigarettes, curse words, fighting, alcohol
tags: love triangles, powerful girlboss (y/n), breakups, paul being a dad to the bloodline, triple h being a father-figure to you, inaccurate events and descriptions
"COME on, (y/n)." you shook your head in disagreement. "no, jey. i'm not going to lunch with you. i know damn well you're just gonna set me up again with your stupid fucking cousin." he immediately stood up from his seat. "i- i am not setting you up! it's just the three of us like usual. you, me, jimmy, and solo... trust me!" "and i know that you're lying." another plan failed. you walked out of the room, still having jey following you like a lost dog.
"please?" he asked. "jey, i'm sorry," you paused for a second, facing him. "i get it that you're trying to make things alright for us. but, we're done..." you continued. "i'm sorry as well, because i just hate seeing my favorite people not speaking to each other." you sighed in frustration. "that doesn't mean we can stop being friends, you know i'm still your number one girl." your sentence put a smile on his face. "love you, (y/n). you're like a sister to me." "love you too, listen, i gotta bounce. have a meeting in like 10."
you were alone inside the board office, waiting for your fellow colleagues to arrive. "booking suggestion for..." your heart dropped when you read the sentence. "roman reigns against cody rhodes." you continued your sentence. being the co-creative director for both smackdown (your ex boyfriend's brand) and raw meant that you could never escape him. you groaned in despair, putting down your papers. "morning, (y/n)." you looked up and saw your boss. "morning, paul."
the board meeting bored the shit out of you. you already knew what was going on. your mind was somewhere else; on the beach with your ex boyfriend, smiling together as you felt the breeze tingling on your skin. "ms. (l/n)?" your short daydream was cut-off by one of your colleagues. "sorry, you were saying?"
"i wanted to know your opinions on the booking." you hesitated a bit to come up with an answer. "i've had this conversation with ms. (l/n) before, she finds it brilliant." the retired wrestler backed you up. "thank you." you mouthed to him. he gave you a small nod, continuing the meeting. "so it's settled then, it leads up to wrestlemania next year." you signed the papers.
with the contract being signed, you knew that you were going to meet your ex boyfriend for work purposes. the thought of that made you want to throw up. the meeting ended, everyone was packing up their papers. except for you, you stayed behind, not wanting to leave work yet. "(y/n), you're not done?" paul (or triple h, depends on what you saw him as that day; a boss or a talent) asked. "i still need to sort some papers for the upcoming matches." you said, not looking up from your paperwork.
he saw your devastated expression. "i guess i'll stay a bit with you, son." it was a long-running joke that you were his 'son'. "thanks, dad." you rolled your eyes. "is it the reigns thingy again?" you nodded at him, being completely vulnerable. "it's okay to let your feelings get in the way. but you have to know your position, at your age? co-creative director? you're what my kids call, a 'girlboss'." you chuckled at his statement.
"okay, you got me there. let’s do this.”
needless to say, you spent the day trying to finish all your paperwork before showtime. “right, you’ll be okay with raw? i’ll take over smackdown this week, i can’t go tonight because i have dinner with externals. don’t forget to tell cody to come to the office!” you nodded at his sentence, waving goodbye to him. you went to the parking lot and quickly drove to the arena for monday night raw. you had 15 minutes to spare before the briefing, so you took your time to light a cigarette.
you missed the times where you were nicotine-free. you also missed having a passenger princess aka your ex boyfriend. the two of you broke up almost 3 months ago. some said it was a ‘mutual breakup’, but to you–it felt like he broke up with you. the reason? time. you didn’t have time for him and he didn’t have time for you. although you still yearned his touch and his voice, you couldn’t do anything about it. some also said that you’ve changed, into this ‘cold bitch from upstairs’ persona.
truth be told you were just going through it. you have never loved anyone as much as you loved him. it was hard for you to return as your usual self. not to mention, you were also close to his cousins (who were trying to get you back together). jey, jimmy, and solo–you wouldn’t trade the world for your friendship with them. they also kept you updated with roman’s life (without him knowing). you felt in peace knowing that he was happy.
the two of you met during a company party and you fell in love at the first sight. he was gentle, a people’s person, and funny. maybe you drank too much that night to end up in his arms, but it was all worth it. the more you saw each other, the more attracted you were to him. you just wished that you spared more time for him, but like the realist person you were–people come and go. it was a matter of time for you to let him go.
everyone bowed their head as you walked the hallway. people were intimidated by your power. being co-creative meant that you were practically in charge of everything. you didn’t really meddle with raw a lot, it was usually paul who took care of the monday night screen-time. but he had other things to do, so raw was a breath of fresh air for you.
you also grew comfortable being in control of smackdown, as that was your ex boyfriend’s brand. but maybe paul thought you needed a change. “shit, she’s here tonight?” you heard several whispers from the crew. “then we can’t have any technical difficulties or she might fire you.” the whispers continued. you didn’t mind being this ‘bitch from upstairs’ if it meant that people wouldn’t treat you like shit anymore.
“camera 6, go higher.” you spoke to the earpiece. “got it boss.” the crew replied. “and… rolling in 3, 2, 1. cue the music.” you continued. “welcome everyone to monday night raw!” the announcer said as the crowd went wild. “i trust you from here, i’m gonna see the talents.” the staffs nodded. “if anyone fucks up, they’ll be seeing me after this show.” your tone gave the crew goosebumps.
the talent locker room was filled with superstars messing around and getting ready for their showtime. you monitored them from outside, not wanting to invade any of their privacy. “(y/n)?” you looked up and saw becky. “god, it’s been a long time since i’ve seen you here, girl!” she hugged you. “hey becks.” you returned the gesture. “what are you doing here? where’s paul? never mind, i take it back. i’d rather see you here!” the two of you chatted for a bit, before her screen-time.
“you’re up in 5.” you reminded her. “okay miss bitch from upstairs.” you rolled your eyes at her comment. “shut up.” she chuckled in response. “see you, (y/n)! wish me luck!” with that, she left you alone in the hallways with your papers full of rundown and cue cards. the earpiece started to go off, “ms. (l/n), rhodes is here.” “right.” he didn’t have any fights today, only delivering his promo.
you knocked on the locker room door. “it’s unlocked!” you opened it, seeing cody with his duffle bag. “cody,” you paused for a second. “oh, ms. (l/n)!” he flashed you a smile. “how many times do i need to tell you to call me (y/n)? i’m younger than you.” cody’s smile didn’t fade at all. “you might be younger than me but you have a higher position, of course i’ll be polite ma’am.” he was probably one of the few talents that weren’t intimidated by your presence.
“what can i do for you today, (y/n)?” he took of his hoodie, revealing his white shirt. “the board, or just paul and i, wanted to tell you that you are wanted in the office. when are you free?” you asked. “i thought you were asking me on a date, (y/n).” cody snickered. you knew he was a huge flirt, but it was all just for fun and jokes. “i’m serious.” you stated. “i’m free next wednesday. what’s up by the way?” he asked. “we… have a contract for you and roman.” cody instantly stopped doing what he was doing and faced you.
pitiful looks came from him. “damn, (y/n). must’ve been hard dealing with heartbreak and still seeing the person who broke your heart almost every week.” you clenched your fist. “you don’t know anything about me, rhodes.” your tone was laced with venom. his gaze softened. “okay, i’m sorry. that was on me, (y/n).” he apologized, trying to diffuse the situation. “is that all? because i’m gonna strip down to my undies, unless you want to stay.” why the fuck is this guy not afraid of me? you thought. “i’ll text you the details tomorrow.”
the night ended with a blast. you were tired but still had to meet with the guards. “i want everyone out of the building by 3.” you were briefing the security guards. they all nodded in unison. “i’m trusting you with this, dongmin.” you stared at the head-guard. “and i won’t let you down, ms. (l/n).” you nodded at him and went to the parking lot, looking for your car keys. your attention diverted to a certain black-haired man leaning on his car. jesus, give me a fucking break, you thought.
the two of you immediately made eye-contact. “(y/n)!” he greeted you, as if nothing was wrong. “what the fuck are you doing here, roman?” your question caught him off guard. “i- i’m here to pick up seth. we’re getting dinner tonight.” he hesitated. “what are you doing here? i thought you were on smackdown-duty.” you scoffed at him. “you know i’m in control of both brands? i don’t need to explain myself to you, roman.”
silence filled the air. “you want to come and eat with seth and i? like old times?” you wanted to cry at his sentence. how could he act like nothing ever happened between us, you thought. “i can’t.” and to your luck, you heard footsteps coming behind you. “(y/n), (y/n)! you dropped your car keys in my locker room earlier! oh.” it was cody, with his fucking duffle bag again. the blond awkwardly stood in the middle of you two, not knowing what to do. “thanks cody.” you muttered, taking you keys. “what do you say, dinner?” roman continued.
“i can’t, i have plans with cody.” before cody could respond, you shoved him into the passenger seat. you blinked at him, signaling that he needed to comply with you. “so you and him?” you shook your head. “no, mind your own business.” you started your car and drove off, not wanting to interact anymore with him. cody was left puzzled as he just went to the parking lot to deliver your keys but he ended up in your passenger seat.
“great timing, i didn’t bring my car. thank you for driving me back to the hotel, (y/n)! you owe me something, i helped you!” “cody, for this once, please just shut up.”
roman was left speechless by your actions. he was also surprised that you’d let anyone in your passenger seat. the man felt his heart ached for a second. what was going on between you and cody? he thought.
a/n: GODDD I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS SERIESSSS LET’S FUCKING GOOOO!
#roman reigns#roman reigns imagine#roman reigns x reader#the usos#wwe#wwe imagines#paul heyman#wrestling#cody rhodes#jey uso#jimmy uso#seth rollins#becky lynch#brock lesnar#triple h#cody rhodes x reader#cody rhodes imagine
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Helllooo hello!! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆
I just wanted to make a post saying that I'll be closing my ask box for a bit while I answer some of the older questions I've gotten!! I've received sooo many of them,, which honestly? I'm incredibly happy that so many people are asking things about my little sillies!! I wanna answer all the questions as best as I can~ So I tend to be a bit slow.
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I'll re-open my ask box here in a couple of days-- thank you everyone for all your support!! Seeing all the nice comments and reblogs has made me super happy the past couple of weeks.. I'm glad anybody's looking and reading my stuff at all, lol. (o´▽`o)
((And yes,, I read practically every single comment and reblog tag thingies that I see, lolol.. Stalking my inbox is a fun activitiy.. ^^;;;;;;;;;;)
I hope you all stay around and continue to like the stuff I make!! I still have so many ideas for Luka and Kairos that I wanna explore........ (๑˘︶˘๑)
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i saw you are accepting requests for moonwater x reader! id prefer female!reader but obviously if you dont do that gender neutral!reader is just as perfect.
i was thinking like a hurt/comfort thing where the three are just lounging in remus’s dorm and reader starts getting anxious and they like calm her down/talk her through it?
obviously, if you dont like it or just dont want to write it you dont have to!
thank you for the request!! I hope you like it, its short but I tried my best<33
Anxiety winds/ Under the weather
poly moonwater x reader!
Summary: The readers being traumatised by some conditions that killed her loved ones.
Warnings: none really, js a whole lotta fluff.
NOT PROOF READ.
y/c/f :you comfort food.
note its a one-shot but with a Prolouge.
PROLOUGE
After finally graduating from hogwarts, you moved into your boyfriend's apartment. The three of you really needed to get put pf your houses. Regulus's being walburga-affected, Remus's horrid-memories affected and yours- well, you didn't really have a house, you lived in an orphanage, your parents had kicked the bucket in a car crash,while you were at your aunts house, your parents were coming from their respective jobs, It was a stromy, windy day and so the car had lost control. Your aunt really disliked you since you were magical (she was a muggle), so she threw you in an orphanage.
So now you were here. With your boyfriends in a cosy little apartment. They were both on job. You hadn't gone to yours since you were a little under the weather. But the thing was today was your parents' death day. The day when your parents died. But what was even worse was that it was extremely windy today. And you were home alone.
The windows snapped yet again. Your heart beating ever so quickly. You had tried everything, yet you still couldn't feel comfort, wrapped up in the regulus's blanket and with y/c/f. It had been 4 hrs already, and you were scared out of your skin. You looked at the clock. They should have been home by now. You tried not to think about the worst, but you just could not stop. Finally, you brought yourself to call them, but just as you feared, they didn't pick. Neither of them. You wanted scream, shout, cry, but your throat had become too dry. You just froze on the spot, not moving, tears fleeting out of your eyes. A few minutes later, you felt the need to get up, but as soon as you got out of bed, you fell down. You felt useless. You lost your parents. You lost them. And it was best to just leave it. Forget it. You sat on the floor crying.
You woke up with your head in regulus's lap. While remus cold compressed you forehead.
They didn't realise you were awake as they talked to each other in low tones until you jerked up.
YOUR OKAY. OH THANK GOD. I WAS SO WOR- You continued but no ine could really understand as most of it was muffled by your sobbing.
Shhh...its okay baby, we are here now. Remus said as he placed you on your lap. A scarred hand running comfortable rounds on your back.
Why d-did you gu-uyzs n-not pick my phone?? You wanted to sound angry but you were crying a little too much for that.
I told you my magical box thingy is not working, princess. Regulus explained
And apparently mine had died. Remus added.
Sorry we couldn't contact you. We know it was a hard day for you. Regulus said who was on his own verge of tears.
Its okay. You sobbed. Can w-we just sleep?
Of course, baby. Remus placed you on the bed and laid next to you. And so did regulus.
Tho the window was still snapping, but you still fell asleep, not because you felt safe but because you knew the people you loved were safe.
A/n: I hope yall like it. It's def not the best since I'm writing on my phone, and I really just wanted to get done. Also, send in any requests I will 'get em' done, i write for almost all Harry Potter!
Also tell me if yall wanna be tagged in vibrations or chaos, they will be coming out soon
#marauders#marauders era#regulus black#remus lupin#the marauders#moonwater#poly moonwater#moonwater x reader#Poly moonwater x reader
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Han Jisung fic? Short story? (But not that short actually)
I've had this whole plot swirling around in my brain for the past 3 weeks and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT cause I started typing it out randomly and I kind of want to post it but I'm not sure what it can be classified as. Kind of a short fic kind of a looooong looooong one shot/blurb thingy idk it also kinda started as a Jilix x reader thing then turned into a Hyunsung x reader thing cause my bias line is just too 💗😭💖💙🔥🤤💗 and now it's mostly a han jisung x reader thing but all the boys kind of have a specific role in it anyways I might start posting the first "installment" of sorts over the weekend (?) but eventually delete it cause I'm too self conscious and insecure about it (?) Just wanted to let you know that's all.
Scheduled thursday drop incoming (in a few hours) thank you all for the continued support and love I read all of the comments and tags I love you bye💖
#stray kids#hanjisung#skz#skz han#skz imagines#skz scenarios#skz x reader#skz smut#skz fluff#skz jisung#straykids#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids fluff#stray kids fic
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MERMAY DOODLE-
Sorry for lack of mermay content, i busy-
Aaaaanywaysss, Y/N, or rather, You are a part of an organization that cleans the ocean! I wanna do more info abt this, but I feel like that deserves it’s own post. (Also the urge to write a Fanfiction based on this specific AU is strong VERY STRONG)
It also seems that this organization has gotten the attention of some particular mer….and their main focus is on you.
More abt this au:
Basically everyone gets their own little paddle boats, which are kinda like big surf boards but they were definitely built to be more boat like. The little shade/roof thingy can be moved or altered, it’s basically a little sail, but considering the job, it’s used more as a shade provider. Everyone gets mesh bags to clip to their belts, and then you go below the surface and collect trash, putting it in the mesh bags. Two bags for trash, and one for things the diver could determine as valuable. You come back up to your little boat, deposit what’s in your bags to buckets, boxes or a larger tighter mesh bag. When your boat is full, you return to the organization’s main boat for your team. They haul up the trash you’ve collected then you can continue collecting. The organization gets paid for cleanup, so this is basically your job. They have multiple fleets around the shore, but your team is the smallest. A small crew runs the main ship, and you and some other members run the small paddle boat fleet, collecting trash. If an area is deemed clean, then the boat will move to a new location nearby (all of which is chartered on a grid map) All the little paddle boats get raised and the swimmers will return to the main boat.
Everyday when the boat releases from the dock in the morning, a couple of swimmers will lower their paddle boats and explore through their commute or places they have cleaned already to check for anything new. If an area seems recently or majorly littered then the rest of the swimmers will deploy to help clean. If everything is all good the boat will continue to an uncleaned sanction of their map.
Your specific team isn’t just small, but it’s rather isolated from the rest of the organization. Considering every team is made up of the town they were assigned to, it makes sense your team would be small and isolated. A small coastal town is where your team is located, far from the rest of the teams. Which means a lot more attention from merfolk gets put on your team than on other teams in the organization.
It also means y’all get paid a lot to clean up after town events or major celebrations that are held near the shore, on docks, or out on boats. You can afford to live comfortably while doing something you love.
Anywaysssss- yeah I really want to write a fanfiction for this but like idk if anyone is gonna read that-
Anyways lots of tags
UPDATE
tis’ official 😌
#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#sun and moon fnaf#fnaf au#mermay#mermay 2023#mer sun#mer moon#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#x y/n#moon x y/n#sun x y/n#sun and moon x y/n#sun and moon au#okay I think that’s enough tags#maybe#hmmmm yeah#yeah I’m done#oops#forgot this one#candle fairy bb#and this one#cleaning below the waves
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I really liked the idea of ship classification ask game based on that post, but honestly I don't know what fandoms you've been into lately, cuz I'm just back on tumblr after a big hiatus xD
So I'll formulate my question like this. What about the quadrant thingy for the four popular ships from the fandom you've been in the longest?
(From my tags here)
Hey!! Thanks for biting! I think the fandom I've been in longest is tma? I don't know exactly which 4 ships are most popular for it so I'll try to do it as "for each category I pick the most popular of the ships that clearly (to me) belong there".
Also some clarification on how I interpret things, based on other people's responses to the post it seems like a lot of people are taking "makes sense" as "proximity to canon" where I was seeing it as either "yeah I can see what personality compatibility these characters would have" or "I could see how the situation they're put in could be made easily shippy even if canon doesn't follow up on that". So "makes sense, doesn't compel me" doesn't mean "canon but boring" here, it means "I see the vision but am not that enticed by it". Meanwhile very many actually canon ships fail to make sense to me.
So with that said
Makes sense, compels me: jonelias (Elias' "shaping Jon for his own ends" thing could easily be developed into fascination/obsession; Jon's hunger for answers and desire to regain some control over his life could easily be developed into hunger for the person who can give him those things)
Makes sense, doesn't compel me: wtgfs aka georgie/melanie (on first impression I did think this came out of left field and didn't make sense but on further reflection I do see where it's coming from? Georgie has an established pattern of being interested in people more prone to boldness/acerbicness/need-to-dig than she is, between Jon and Alex (I think that's the name of the girl from her statement who I thought it was fairly heavily implied she had some level of crush on), and it makes sense for her to be drawn to/admire those traits because she wants to be more like that herself; meanwhile it makes sense for Melanie to go for someone capable of a more grounding/calming presence who continued to respect her when her reputation was damaged. Nothing canon does with them really compels me but hypothetically someone could do something with them that does; I think I read one fic once where I did find their dynamic interesting.)
Doesn't make sense, compels me: gertrudeagnes (they only interacted once and we didn't even get to see it directly, and there's nothing in their personalities that immediately indicates compatibility, but they both have strong personalities that could mix and clash in interesting ways and I'm pretty intrigued by the possibilities)
Doesn't make sense, doesn't compel me: jonmartin (rather than redo one of my many rants about them I'll just say that I can see that the intention with them may have been a similar kind of complementary personalities thing to what made me now concede that Georgie and Melanie do make some amount of sense, except that Georgie and Melanie admire the traits the other has that they lack and would want said traits for themselves, while Jon and Martin mostly show frustration/disdain/disinterest towards each other's complementary traits.)
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hihi reddit's mogai peeps, welcome to mogaiblr, here's a (not so) small guide by your host Vivian to help you grow accustomed to this place.
press the read more/keep reading thingy to continue, dont worry, it dont bite!
general tumblr etiquette
tag your stuff, they wont be seen otherwise.
do not crosstag (tag a group youre complaining about), or tag unrelated stuff
reblog, reblog, reblog! if you see a post that interests you, reblog! this is super important as there is no algorithm and all the like button does is basically save the post for later
tag triggering things!! [thing] tw or [thing] cw should suffice, dont tag every possible version of a trigger, you only have 30 tag slots, it's the reader's responsibility to block all possible tags as theres no limit on blocked tags. I suggest trigger tagging after the 20th tag as tags after the 20th one dont show up on search (stupid I know) but still gets blocked okay
get a profile photo as soon as possible, this site has a massive bot problem and if youre thought to be one you will be blocked without hesitation
if youre on pc, I highly recommend you get xkit, its a browser extension that helps a lot with your tumblr experience
these are the basics, these have been talked about over and over with twitter refugees as well so I wont drabble on them too much
mogaiblr etiquette
1: keep in mind the intersectionality
the mogai tumblr community has a lot of overlap with other communities, namely the disabled community, nonhuman community and plural community. respect them, and listen to them, for they are your allies. you will see the overlapping community get referred to as "LIOM" a lot (like in my username), it stands for labels, identities and other minorities and is meant to be an all encompassing umbrella.
2: make your posts accessible
as I just said, theres a lot of disabled people in this community, so its important to make your posts as accessible as possible. I will talk more on this later
3: dont be afraid to ask individual blogs
there is no subreddit posting system, and if you just post a general question you likely wont get any answers, if you get seen at all, so dont shy away from asking individual blogs about stuff, if their asks are open, it means they WANT you to talk with them and ask them stuff, so never view it as bothering them. the askbox doesnt always say "asks" and similar stuff though due to being customizable, so just know its the little button to the left of the follow button.
4: check pinned posts
pinned posts are posts that are pinned on top of a persons blog, when you open someones blog, theyll be the first post to be seen upon scrolling down. a lot of people use these to introduce themselves, set boundaries, give request rules, talk about availability, etc. so its important to read these through whenever possible.
more on accessibility
1: image descriptions!!!
its basically where you describe the image, as the name suggests, tumblr has an alt. text function for it but it doesnt always work so little [boxes like this] right under the image is ideal for most, yes it makes it look less pretty, but is your aesthetic worth more than someone whos visually impaired not being able to understand the post? trust me no one cares if your posts are pretty or not. anyway, the ideal way to know how to describe an image is pretend youre explaining it out loud to someone across from you, who cant look at your screen for whatever reason.
2: plain text!
yes, tumblr has a lot of cool text features (like bold or italic, or even colored [PT: like bold, italic, or even colored. end PT]) but this is, again, unfortunately inaccessible, due to tumblr being a broken website it often doesnt register formatted text for screenreaders, plus it can be hard to navigate for people with disabilities even without a visual disability. this goes for fancy text and symbols as well (like stars emoticons or a cursive text font). so you have two options, offer a plain text alternative or dont format text at all. offering plain text can be done in the same way as image IDs (theres even an example above).
3: eyestrain
bright colors are awesome, trust me, Id know, but not everyone can view them properly without a migraine or even worse, a seizure. so its important to tag your posts with eyestrain if you decide to make a brightly colored flag, or even better, do your best to make the flag accessible instead, with slightly duller colors with more (or less depending on the flag) contrast. it doesnt make your flag as ugly as youd think, trust me ^^
4: availability
cant do one or more of the things mentioned above for any reasons? dont fret! theres blogs out there that can help you, most of them do this out on their own accord.
currently the most active ones are @plaintextpro , @accessmogai and @transflorall (my blog hehe), who specialize in plain text, image descriptions and eyestrain-help respectively
thats about it that I can think of!!! thank you for reading, and if theres anything you'd like to add, dont be afraid to!
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Admit It
Chapter 3: Abduction (4.5k)
Summary:
Before the whole "multiverse collapsing" thing, everything was going pretty smoothly for you. As Spider-woman, you saved people, beat up villains and lived an calm and uneventful civilian life. But everything seemed to have changed the moment one boy was bitten by some radioactive spider. Now, the villains you faced have become more active, and always seemed to disappear before you could deliver them to the police. One day, you manage to finally catch the trail of the ones that kept stealing your catches, only to be left to discover another facet of your life waiting for you.
Will this end well for you? You could only hope so. But you are perfectly okay with risking it all, after all, that "Miguel" got one hell of an ass to make up for it.
Tags:
Miguel o'hara x fem!reader, violence, mature language and reference, Reader has the same arms thingies as Miguel, WILL BECOME MINOR NON FRIENDLY QUICK SO HOP HOP GET OUT OF HERE,trauma, rape mentioned, future tags,
MasterList
Chap: (1) (2)
Author notes:
Okay so first of all sorry for the loongggg ass pause, my brain just dropped the Miguel hyperfixation all of a sudden. And to add salt to the wound this has been ready for almost 2 weeks but the moment I said I was gonna post it my Internet said “haha no❤️”. So no Internet for me for at least a few months (;=;)👍.
Anyway hope you enjoy the chap if you’re still reading this, I was trying something but I cringed so hard I had to rewrite the chap a few times.
Don't copy to another site or I'm gonna be big mad >:C and don't feed to AI obviously
"Situation?" Miguel talked through his gobber, Jessica's hologram staring back at him. He didn't like the fact that he wasn't there when new recruits were brought in, but his duties as this dimension's Spider-Man had been left unattended for too long, and now it came back to bite him in his ass.
He was now heading to the HQ, swinging and climbing on the building while still remaining focused on the hologram of his subordinate.
"It went pretty well if you asked me." The woman said, her pose visibly relaxed." We did the usual explanation thingy just without you present but she assimilate everything pretty quickly I think. She didn't ask many questions either." She noted, at this point, she knew she was just telling him things without any real importance, as she knew he would verify himself everything that she said.
"Good." He responded coldly. that day of work had completely drained him, and he only wanted one thing: to take a shower and sleep until sunrise.
But he knew he couldn't, he just brought those fucking villains to the police and still had a lot of work left at the HQ, he didn't even know if he would be able to leave for the night.
"And you Miguel, everything's alright? You said you would be out for a few hours but half a day isn't typically your definition of 'a few hours'?" Her question was legitimate, he almost never left for this amount of time without saying explicitly for how many hours or days he would be gone. But this time he had gotten surprised by the amount of work he had to do in the city in order to keep everything going.
"Everything's okay Jessica, you can go back now, I'll handle the rest." He said looking away from her as he stepped inside the HQ's building. He stepped inside the main hall at ease, it was like his second home after all the time he had spent here. As he made his way toward the main elevator, he noticed the lack of the usual buzz signaling him the end of the discussion. He pulled his fist back up and unsurprisingly was met by Jessica’s silent stare, looking at him like a disappointed mother.
“Do you have something more to add Jess?” He asked unbothered by her attitude, she would sometimes act like this on purpose, keeping what she had in mind to herself and making him near beg to get some info about what was bugging her.
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"Take a break, Miguel, you know you need to. You're gonna go far if you continue like that. We can't lose you."
And just like that, the call ended, with him still staring blankly at his wrist while he ascended to the higher floors. A frown slowly took over his features as his arms came back to his side. A break? It's not like he purposefully avoided any kind of breaks he just simply have the time to. Taking a break for him wasn't like any other Spider taking one, no, he had the responsibility of both his dimension and the multiverse along with the lives of thousands of Spiders.
He would take a break when his own responsibilities would allow him to.
Letting out yet another heavy breath, he quickly made his way out of the elevator as it finally reached its designed floor. Knowing the entire layout of the building like the back of his own hand, he made his way quickly across the Spiders still present, even considering the darkness started to grow outside. Multiple dimensions automatically meant various time-zone for each, given the exact same place it could be just the morning in one while late afternoon in the other. This caused the building to almost never be left empty, which helped any concern about the security of said building if he was absent.
He was now only a few minutes away from his 'office' if he could call it so since it didn't bear the traditional aspect of one. His mind was still full of today's work he would have to spend the night to finish due to his incapacity to catch some low-cost thugs quickly. He walked by Margo's desk, greeting her briefly as he could easily see she was already occupied doing multiple things at once in this dimension as well as her own, like always.
He ignored the nasty looks he got from the prisoners in their narrow cells, sigh remaining focused ahead as he walked. The image of his ‘work home’ grew larger in the distance and with it the until-then-postponed stress that always made its way to him, no matter how often he repeated the same things over and over.
Except this time was a bit different, as he walked into the comfortably lit place just enough for others to see easily but dark enough not to damage his retinas, soft led allowing a light glow into the space, he felt something odd. His eye focused on every item in sight, trying to find something to explain the weird feeling that came over him.
Even after letting his gaze wander around for a few seconds, he hadn’t spotted anything out of the ordinary. Deciding to brush off the feeling, thinking it was once again caused by his lack of recent sleep, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself before going to work.
Except this seemed to have the completely opposite effect on him. Instead of cooling himself down in the familiar scent of his place, he was met by an even if weak, sweet scent that short-circuited his line of thought. His breath hitched at the fragrance, unused to such a scent entering his system by now. He couldn’t put a finger on a word to define it, it wasn’t like anything he had ever encountered before. No, this seemed sweetly addictive, just powerful enough despite its obvious fading.Leaving him craving for more.
Too caught up in the sudden smell, trying to process it while discovering its source, he missed the way his own breathing slowly became heavy, panting being the now proper term to describe his current self. If he could see himself in a mirror he would probably be embarrassed by the state he was in, mouth slightly open as if to actually taste the air he was surrounded by, pupils dilated, totally engulfing the natural red tint of his irises. He could even feel his fangs starting to grow, their tips gently tickling his lips.
His back was tense, as the rest of his frozen body, seemingly lost deeply into the fragrance, enough that he simply stop walking and stop in the middle of his office, breathing deeply.
"MIGGY YOU'RE BACKKKKKKK~~~!!!" His AI assistant suddenly yelled into his face, merely inches away. He jumped at the way he was abruptly forced to come back to reality. Eyes quickly blinking at the bright face in front of his own, he tried to calm himself and remain composed. What had happened to him to have this kind of reaction? He didn't know but he was mostly sure it wasn't something a night of sleep couldn't cure. Too bad he would most likely not get any sleep today.
"Hi, Layla." He replied with a sharpness to his voice as he slid his hand over his face, to both wake himself up and try to get the scent off of him. It helped, at least for now, and he quickly focused his attention back on his assistant.
"So, how was today?" He asked with uninterested eyes, already used to the boring reports he was met with every day now.
"Oh, you know the usual, a few anomalies here and there, today has been quite a furnish day." He only groaned in acknowledgment while he made his way to his station, his eyes already searching through the holograms depicted to find any important information.
"And the new recruit, you know the one from that dimension? Yeah well, she came with Gwen and Jess like you said, and my my~~~" He brought his eyes back to her blinking form just to hear about that new member of their society, but almost regretted it immediately judging by the eyes she was giving him.
"What?" He said unamused, his body still facing the holograms whilst only his head faced her, eyebrows raised in confusion.His arms fell back onto his sides as he glared at her. He could feel the amusement practically oozing from her form.
"Well, you could have told me she was basically the opposed gender version of you Miggy~~" She teased, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head at her absurdness.
"She got the fangs and everything~" She flickered to his right. " A perfect carbon copy."
He almost wanted to rip that grin from her face, but he couldn't. He should've made her a solid form for this kind of occasion.
"Your point?" He said, gaze going back to the displays. it seemed this conversation was already doomed before it even started. She must have had a stupid idea and convinced her that teasing him about it for who knows how much longer would make her day. The headache that left him just moments prior seemed to come back full force at her nonsense.
"My point..." She waited for him to look at her once more, but when he simply ignored her, she chose to continue her plan.
" Is that she would be a perfect match.<3"
His entire frame looked rock solid from the moment the words escaped her, tension rising immediately around the two. She could see the way he tried to maintain his claw and fangs retracted while attempting to calm himself down. Just enough to shut her down she was sure.
Too soon it seems…
When their eyes met again, her brown eyes faced the dangerous tint of blood-red iris, if she could shudder she most likely would have. But since she couldn’t she just floated there, smiling kindly at her boss, as if she didn't just sign her death warrant. The only noise around was the snaping of the railing that bore the display's projectors, causing them to flicker for an instant. With a quick glance she saw her boss’s hand almost ripping the whole thing off while he tried to stay calm.
"You should get out before I lose my temper, Lyla." He warned, his fangs shining brightly into the dim lighting, furthering his intimidating tone.
But she knew he couldn't do anything to her, even in those kinds of moments when his DNA seemed to take over him.
So she held his glare for a few more seconds before backing down, as if nothing had happened. Closing her eyes, she flickered away to give him time to calm himself before coming back to the real subject of today.
"She seems strong enough to enter the rank if you asked me, as well as both Jess and Gwen, without her it would've been way messier to bring those anomalies back to where they belonged after all." The sound of slowly calming breathing was the only thing she was met by.
"Like you asked she got her Gizmo and went through 'the explaining thing'" She paused for a moment before murmuring to herself in a fond voice. " I almost thought she was going to bawl her eyes out in front of everybody when she learned what happened."
His back tensed again, okay maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.
"Anyhow, she took it all like a champ and went back to her dimension. We told her to keep the Gizmo on at all times and that we will contact her soon enough." She finished going back next to Miguel when she noticed his lack of agitation.
"But you must already know all that from Jess so I'm just repeating."
She acted like she was looking at her nails while she subtly eyed the screen he was facing, even if she already knew what he was gazing so fondly at. It was the only thing that seemed to effectively calm him down after all.
His lack of response was enough for her to know what to do next. She had tried her luck enough for the day, retreating now was the best decision to make for both their sake.
"I'm just gonna head out if you don't need me~~," She said as she quickly flickered off, leaving him with the all too well-known images of that young girl.
It was now well into the night, but that didn't prevent the IA assistant from suddenly appearing before the frame of her boss, deep into a soudless slumber. Her holograms hovered silently over the body of her creator, a neutral expression painted on her two-dimensional face, unlike her usual cheerful smile despite some serious situations.
Her eyes landed on the tired bags below his own, the traces of stress and worry still very much visible on his sleeping complexion. It was easy to spot the tension on his jaw as he clenched it tight, still unable to fully relax even in his sleep. His brows formed a small frow that she almost thought to be cute before remembering what the man was surely going through right now.
Bad dreams for him since that event had become normality, a simple fact that would happen no matter what he tried to get rid of them, and as his digital assistant, there wasn't so much she could do to help besides advising him. Which he most of the time chose to ignore, deciding to once again overload himself with work.
She closed all the tabs currently opened with a swing of her hand, after making sure that the work had been correctly saved. He would kill her if she mistakenly deleted his night's worth of work.
The place was now much darker, except for the background neon and its soft glow.
Looking back at him, she almost regretted not having a physical body, as she wasn't able to so much as put a blanket to keep him warm in this cold-ass room. Quickly dismissing the silly thought, she turned away from him to let him rest. He will definitely scold her after realizing she let him sleep through work but she knew he would nonetheless appreciate the sleep.
As she traveled into the building network to find tasks yet to be completed by other Spiders, she thought back to the woman they had just welcomed into their rank and her boss.
He can say everything he wants but from what I saw when they both entered this room they did seem ready to fuck each other on the spot if they could've. I wonder if it's because of both their modified genes, no other Spiders reacted this strongly to the scent of strangers... They usually do that with a partner...
How much effort would it take to make them fall for each other? I will talk to Jess and Peter when they come back. Hihi~~ They will be as exacted as me on this I'm sure~~
You tried to break free, you really did, but your strength seemed comparable to an ant fighting against a bear against the grip the tall man had on your forearm. Water quickly gathered in your eyes, stinging and making you go slowly blind as your whole body attempted to break free from the deadly hold.
"LET ME GO!!" You yelled from just above the ground, feet scrapping the floor in an attempt to slow your progress down. The sound of the heavy steps of the man, your first sobs, and your worn shoes dragging along the floor echoed dreadfully in your ears. You had tried to bite, scratch, punch your way out but nothing had worked. The arm that had you trapped was now bloody and bruised and despite that, the man didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Determined to bring you to wherever you were both indubitably heading, against your best efforts.
The world around you was small as you walked through seemingly never-ending corridors, only lit by blinking and old light every few meters. The humidity of the alley left no doubts in your mind that this place had been abandoned for years now and nobody would find you if something were to happen today.
"Just let me.." You struggled with all the strength you had left against his grip, making your entire frame shake for the desperate movements. "let ME GO- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!DAMNIT!"
Your free hand desperately punched and tried to free your other from him, but to no avail, and you almost went completely numb as the situation finally downed onto you. You gasped as you tries to get free slowly came to a halt, your body stopping completely, as your eyes grew wide and you stumbled on your feet, still being carried away.
You had no way out, you could do anything to make as much as make him look your way went your tried to break free. You were like a child being forced to follow their parent along a predestined path, unable to break the hold despite your many tries. Only following blindly like a boneless doll.
A new emotion took over your mind immediately after the realization- numbness. Acceptation. You wouldn't get out of here, so why bother struggling anyway? Whatever you would try or not, you didn't compete with the pure mass of muscles the man holding you was…if you were lucky he was just going to kill you.
Your body fell down, unable to stand without the will on your part. If it wasn't for your arms still firmly held, you would have fallen face-first into the dirty concrete floor. Your knees hurt as you were dragged along the never-ending path by the man. You could hear the fabrics of your pant slowing giving away because of the never stopping scrapping. But you couldn't bring yourself to care enough. Why would you care about some pants? Knowing your luck they would most likely be torn off in no time the moment you would reach your destination.
Your other, free hand twitched as it was too dragged along the rhythmic steps of the man, but you could gather the strength to keep it off the floor. Even as you felt your irritated skin starting to break away because of the dragging, your mind didn't let you feel the sting of pain that should follow. Blocking every reason that would pull you out of your protective trance.
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"Ahh finally~~ I thought you got lost in the tunnels~~ Did you bring the one I specifically asked for??" A feminine voice squealed as your body entered a brightly lit room. With eyes still looking blankly at the floor, your face didn't show the slightest discomfort at the sudden change of lightning, completely disconnected from you.
The man didn't respond to what should certainly be a woman, and for a fraction of a second, you were grateful, at least that reduced the chance of being raped.
Keyword: reduced.
Your body was suddenly lifted up, dangling lifelessly a few centimeters from the ground thanks to the stature of the man. Your mouth only let out a small whine at the harshness of the movement, leaving a distant burn engraved into your wrist.
Your head was low, facing away from each individual, trying desperately to escape the situation, and if not physically at least psychologically.
But your 'peace' was quickly interrupted as you felt the disgustingly dry pulp of fingers gripping firmly your chin, forcing a wave of repulsion to go across your entire body. Making you shiver in the slightest.
Your head was yanked up without as difficulty as you thought there would be, for you thought you had put quite a resistance. But once more your strength seemed like one of a mere infant compared to those two. Unable to do much more than cry for mercy or put up the most inefficient of fights.
You hated the feeling of those fingers squishing so hard on your cheeks, along with the constant, now more persistent burn in your hand, reminding you of your current posture.
"Look at this Beauty~~~," The woman said in pure delight, and despite your instincts screaming you not to, you could stop your heavy-lidded eyes as they slowly rose up to meet the ones of that woman.
A sensation of dread fill you near the spot as your eyes met those wicked ones. Even in your state, your mind could still recognize danger when it saw it, and the mere eye contact between the two of you was enough for your brain to function, even if for just a moment.
Full of adrenaline, you tried once more to free yourself. But this time not from the man, no, he was a mere threat in comparison to what that woman was. He only seemed to obey her orders, didn't look like he was doing that for his own wicked nature but for some other surely more important reason.
But that woman, from the simple look you got of that slight glint in her eyes, the most unperceivable grin upward as she finally got to land her eyes on her next captives... Who were you fooling? Captive? No, against this woman you bore no such title, it would imply that you were captured and had some chance to actually escape your current situation, alive or not.
But in those eyes, you saw exactly what you were considered to be for her- a mere object here to satisfy her curiosity, her appetite for whatever sickened things and experiences she had planned to make you go through.
You were not even human to her, not a person, not a being. You were nothing more than a clump of cells that happened to be sentient and from her own specie that she would gladly take pride in exploring each and every facet.
You were just like a fly already caught in the spider webs, slowly being enveloped in silk before being put away to be eaten later on. You were nothing more than a prey she would relish in devouring.
And your struggle against her grip, even with just one arm intensified, along with your uneven cries and whines for help, while you could see her pleased composure growing more savage and wicked with each one of your calls.
"She will be perfect! Perfect as one could ever be!" The woman almost spits in your face in a newfound excitement, pushing your face away and instead turning back to something you didn't try to see previously.
In front of you were spread hundred of laboratory materials, enough to humble any common laboratory you could think of, the shining glassware and technology contrasting heavily with their decrepit surroundings. And only now did you take in the way the woman dressed, all in white, a lab blouse, protective glasses, gloves everything a real scientist would need.
But you didn't need to be a genius to know that whatever that woman was, a scientist would never be the proper term to define it.
"Now can you bring her to the table? Strap her really tight unlike the last one." She said as she walked a few meters away to grab you know what from a pile undisguisable from any other, all the while you were dragged once more and roughly locked into some kind of retraining table.
"Do you know how much products I spent on that last girl only for her restraints to go loose at the most crucial point??? That solution took me months to make, and she pushed it off the table as she ran away! Completely ruined!"
"Not like she went very far.." You could hear the man mumble as he fastened the last of your restraints before putting some space between you and him.
"Any way you can go now, your payment is in the wallet next to the backdoor, with a little present from my part for all your hard work~~" She pressed him out, that grin never leaving her lips, widening as the sound of steps fading always let you know you were now both alone.
"Now dear, I'm sorry but we'll have to skip the presentation and head straight for the funny part! I know it's not your fault that you don't want to be here and all the usual bullshit but I got things to do right? And you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit wouldn't you?"
She slowly approached your table, and only the vague sound of metal echoing through your ears let you know you were actually trying to get away from her.
"Now, that isn't very polite of you. But don't worry, you'll get used to everything after a few months or so."
"But firstly got a tiny little question to ask you. Be happy, you'll get to know a little more about why you're here! Isn't it exciting?"
She paused, her back facing you as she grabbed something from behind a row of beaker and other utensils. Before her wicked eyes turned slowly back to you.
"You like spiders, don't you?"
.. What?
A pause. That's it, by now you were sure this woman had definitely lost it long ago.But the revelation didn't bring any peace to your mind, still very much in distress form her very presence.
"If you don't, worry not . I'm sure you'll like them as much as I do by the time I'm finished with you." She was now stepping away towards yet another door leading to who-knows where, a few metallic noises echoing through the silence before she reappeared, now armed with a slim but sturdy want that she quickly put on a trail not to far from where you laid.
"But first I'll need to get you all prepped up for the big deal."
Your eyes grew wide once more, your entire body jerking against the restrains. The dryness of your throat now preventing you from begging for mercy.
Her eyes, those wicked orbs that had left you free from their grip were now back on you. But now filled with a madness you only hoped to be your imagination.
In her hand was a small filled with a transparent liquid serynge, wich dripped a few drops as she made sure all the airways out.
Gulping hard, you could only stare,silent despite your screaming mind , as the first of many syringes pierced through your skin and allowed an unknown liquid to course throw your veins. Paralyzed, the only sign of your tourment was the tears that's pearled down your cheeks.
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From then on, all you could remember was pain.
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(I hope i'm not too late for the Philophobia ask thingy)
And by the way, this is a question more so about your overall process when writing than the story itself.
So, l know you’ve mentioned in the past about how Philophobia became much more than what it was originally intended to be. I was wondering, I guess, how it felt to have it be that way? Like, I’m in the process of writing the first multi chapter fic I’ve ever made. My original outline for part one of two was 10 chapters long. I’m currently writing chapter 9, but the outline has changed to part one being 20 chapters. And I’m sure it will continue to become longer as I really figure out what I want to do with this story. And sometimes for me it’s like “Oh my god! This fic is so much more than what I planned! Yay!” and sometimes it’s “Oh my god. This fic is too much more than what I planned. Oh no.” So I just wonder what writing Philophobia was like once it became more than what you intended. I can only assume you enjoyed writing it since it continued to grow and change from the original plan. Were you happy when you realized it was so much more than what was expected? Or did it feel, like, stressful? Personally, I’m so glad you did, I love Philophobia and started reading it just days after I finished binge watching Gotham and was still emotionally wrecked by that, and Philophobia was everything I wished Gotham could have given us, and so much more. You’re a seriously talented writer and artist, and I’m so happy you’re a creator in one of my favorite fandoms.
Before I go I want to say thank you so much for all the art and stories you share with us and I hope you have a wonderful morning/evening/whatever. :) <3
hello! Thank you so much you’re so sweet.
To answer your question, my mother once told me that when you feel like the characters are writing themselves, you know you’re doing a good job. So I keep remembering that.
note on that, I think even throughly planned stories do that. Like you’d outline something but when you write a scene it’ll go a little different but it still follows the outline. Some people write on the go, some people follow an outline. Some people do a bit of both.
moreover, it gets exciting. It’s sort of like you’re the reader yourself, and figuring out plots and all can be a fun riddle to work with.
admittedly it does get frustrating sometimes, and sometimes you wish you could’ve foreshadowed something earlier. To combat this, usually I’d write a good chunk or the whole thing before publishing it ( for Philophobia I wrote quite a bit before publishing it and then took breaks whenever I got too close. We can say I’d keep at least 5 chapters in my rough draft if you know what I mean?)
it can get overwhelming, yes, but it’s more often very fun.
also ! Your first multi chapter? That’s awesome! I’d love to read it if you publish it you can tag me if I miss it.
Philophobia Q&A
#Ask#philophobia#BTW THANK YOU FOR THE LONG COMMENT ON CHAPTER 41 I HAVENT FOTTEN TO REPLY YET BUT I KEEO REREADING IT
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Tagged by @theurbanfuturesoftherecentpast thank you so much, I'm so happy getting tagged!!!
3 Ships: Nr.1's gotta be kumirei, I go crazy over them. 2nd maybe nezushi bc I'm never getting over them, although at this point I can't even make myself touch No.6 again, that's the damage they've done on me. I don't have a third one. Killugon maybe? That's another ship that keeps following me around no matter what and makes me ill if I think about it too much
First Ship Ever: For what we consider modern fandom shipping to be, it's destiel lmao, that's what brought me to tumblr and introduced me to fanfiction and shippy meta etc. It's definitely not the first ship I've ever had, I remember LoVe (Veronica Mars) being another one I was supporting heavily, just on my own. Going all the way back to my childhood I also have ships from what I saw and read, but I'm a little embarrassed thinking about them, or then I can't remember them too well
Last Song: Kohmi Hirose - The Cupid of Romance I found it through this stop motion video of Giorno dancing which I find endlessly endearing and dorky
Last Movie: Tove (2020), I watched it with two friends who want to practice their Swedish. The last movie I saw in the theaters was probably The First Slam Dunk, which was really good!
Currently Reading: Chi no Wadachi by Shuzo Oshimi, about the relationship of a young boy and his overprotective mother with _issues_
Currently Watching: Hikikomari Kyuuketsuki no Monmon, Watashi no Oshi wa Akuyaku Reijou. Undecided if I'll continue Hoshikuzu Telepath and I'm watching Frieren at such a slow pace I'm not sure if it counts lmao
Currently Consuming: Nothing? I'm thirsty though so I'll grab a glass of water soon and then maybe some apple soda
Currently Craving: I haven't had salmiakki in a really long time, but I want to limit the amount of candy I eat so I haven't been buying any. Mostly I crave something to drink tho
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HII so TY SO SO much for rebloggin my stendy (kinda??) FIC!! :DDD im super glad u enjoyed it and i loved readin all the lil hashtag thingies ??!!!
i would've responded to the reblog but im still not too sure how tumblr works,, or how to dm folks. BUT JUST TY SO MUCH! it means the world to me <33
of course !!! I loved it so so much :’) (dw abt Tumblr, at first it’s a doozy but you’ll get the hang of it !!) (I also write everything and anything in my tags, so thank u haha)
I know ur fic was more Wendy-centric for her development and character, (which, thank you—we love girlboss Wendy, I love her so) but the stendy got me really hooked just because of the way you wrote them ! I like being able to see their flaws as a couple—without wendy being perceived as a total bitch (like some anti’s in the fandom paint her out to be) and Stan being honest with his feelings instead of completely neglecting/ghosting her like he does. In the fic, Wendy does prioritize her life so she can build a life with Stan, but she doesn’t realize she’s hurting him in the process. It’s how the two of them should be written. They do have toxic traits in the show that are very questionable ( their jealousy, for starters… stan’s dependency on her, wendy’s insecurity with everything stan does that’s not controllable…) but it’s times like in this writing where they do grow a bit and finally accept they don’t work out. It’s extremely hard on them because they’ve been so co-dependent that they can’t see life without the other.
on that same coin however, people need to understand that they can work together but they have such big contrasts and complications that they have to work on for the relationship they want.
sometimes they just. need to be on their own to figure that out. and that’s why this story ended up being so good because Wendy found her worth and now knows what and who she is without him.
they need to take care—find themselves before they can have someone else.
Wendy needed this. She’s such an activist in the show and in this story…Stan at the time just wasn’t helping like she thought he was. And he knew. He needed to let go.
Wendy is her own self at the end. It’s so nice to see. We love character development and to see her find confidence in who Wendy Testaburger is and will continue to be.
it was really refreshing, really. thank u <3 thank u for giving wendy depth bc that’s my baby girl and I love her forever
FOR MY FOLLOWERS READ THIS FIC IMMEDIATELY >:(
(P.S. I’m also just a stendy lovebot, I’ll take my crumbs even if not intentional, lol) (they get back together in my mind but that what stories are for—different interpretations).
:)
#viv answers#otp: I cant do it alone#stendy#stan x wendy#south park#no one gets them like I DO.#people just don't get it#so many people can’t accept that their ships have flaws that can make them fall out of love and THATS OKAY.#now they’re aged up in this fic—but my point still stands#let ur ships have ANGST !!!#LET THEM BE WHO THEY ARE WITHOUT THE OTHER FFS#they are their own individual selves before they’re a couple and I think people need to remember that#:’) <3#that’s it that’s all thank u op it’s saved on my desktop !!!#everyone go read it immediately GOD DAMN U >:(
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List 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people who liked/reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals! ☺️
Ohhhh thanks for the ask!! (I saw your tag in yours and I need you to know I cracked up so hard, I could not stop laughing, bother me anytime you want!!)
Food! I love cooking and baking and I've grown up in a very food orientated family, so it's likely you'll find me munching on something more often than not.
Reading! I literally read everyday, either original works or fanfic, it doesn't make a difference to me. Currently I stick more to fanfic (fandoms include: KHR, star wars, Batman, Naruto, JJK, Final Fantasy and many many more) but I also have a very long tbr for original fiction (I read mostly fantasy, some romance and a tiny bit of scifi). Being in a reading slump for me is kind of a nightmare to me, because reading is such a intrinsic part of my routine it physically pains me not to do it.
Writing! At least when my muse gifts me with ideas 😅 Managing to write brings me so much joy, especially because I don't always get to do it. Like with reading I do original fiction and fanfic, but KHR has possessed my brain at the moment, so my own book idea thingy is very much on hold. (Btw this just includes creative writing. I already dread working on my thesis, academic writing is the bane of my existence 🫠😭)
Crocheting! Continuing with the trend of creative hobbies. Nowadays when I'm not working, sleeping or doing anything mentioned above, I crochet. It's my way to relax and calm down and I also get quite jittery when I don't have a project (it's similiar to reading). I started out with decoration, but recently updated to clothing. Some of my projects: patchwork blanket ☺️😉, several pillows, two cardigans, mesh crop top, triangle scarf, ...
Comments! This is a fairly new development and probably makes me sound like an attention whore, but damn the high I get when I see something in my inbox should be illegal, it's like a drug! I get super giddy and send my friend three minute long voice memos squealing about how people like the stuff I make, it's honestly kinda embarassing (my friend calls me a sucker for comments and she's totally right!)
#five things that make you happy#that was quite fun!#I also don't have enough mutuals#I just started coming out of my cave to interact with people
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Good Enough To Eat
Pairing: Geraskier
Characters: Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier
Additional tags: roleplay, feeding kink, hand feeding, chubby jaskier, belly kink, belly rubs, biting, possessive behavior, finger sucking, nipple licking, horny geralt of rivia, horny jaskier, but also they're soft for each other, hand jobs, teasing, dirty talk, providing kink, it's probably not a thing but it is now, don't like don't read
Word count: 2,375 words
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: explicit
Part 2 of the Predator & Prey series
Summary: “It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.
“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”
Jaskier took one of Geralt’s hands and led it under the blanket and over his stomach. Geralt couldn’t suppress a moan when he felt his fingers dig into soft flesh, yielding like dough beneath his hand.
“Is this what it’s about, huh?” Jaskier huffed out a laugh, his breath hot and moist against the skin of Geralt’s neck. “The wolf wants to feed up the bunny so he would be happy and healthy?”
Author's notes: Some of you have probably noticed that I expanded Me And Mr. Wolf into a series- I am planning on adding some super kinky pieces, all set in the whole wolf and bunny roleplay thingy. I am bringing a kink for the second installment that might not be everyone's cup of tea, so if it isn't yours, please look away! If it compels you though, drop me a comment ;)
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Jaskier was such a scrawny thing. Sure, he had some baby fat on his face that made his cheeks round out adorably when he smiled, and a layer of softness to the rest of his body, but Geralt could literally feel his bones when he hugged him a little too tight. And that just wouldn’t do.
If Jaskier wanted to continue their journey together- which was obvious, especially now that they’d established their romance -, he needed to put on a little weight. He was freezing to the point his teeth were chattering when it was cold, and he sometimes nearly collapsed after a performance. He was just, to put it simply, a little too thin for Geralt’s liking.
He made sure to up Jaskier’s portions. He always gave the bard the bigger, juicier part of the meat and made sure to season it a little better. Geralt loved to see the satisfied smile on Jaskier’s face when he ate something good, and he loved seeing him lean back with a content expression and a full belly even more. When their coin allowed for it, Geralt would venture into town and track down the best bakery he could find to retrieve some sugary sweetness for his companion. It always made Jaskier squeal with happiness.
It soon appeared that Jaskier actually had a really good appetite, he just needed a bit of a nudge. The poet was often too far gone inside his own head, focusing on everything but taking care of his own needs. He did have a lovely hedonistic streak in him, though, and with Geralt solely taking on the role of his caretaker, his food intake finally increased.
And so did his body weight, which Geralt noticed immediately and felt very flustered by.
All that doting, all those big meals and extra desserts paid off. Jaskier has grown a bit plump under Geralt’s ministrations: his already soft face rounded out even more, making him look so adorable and pinchable. He’s grown a rounded little belly that pushed against his thin chemises and made it harder for some of his doublets to close. It sat on his lap comfortably over his meatier thighs. His bum filled out his baggy trousers a lot more, round like a peach.
Watching him soften, and knowing it was his doing woke something primal and possessive up in Geralt.
There was something incredibly thrilling about providing for someone, about being the one who took care of Jaskier so well that it left marks on his body.
He wasn’t the only one who thought that way.
“You sure seem to like feeding me lately,” Jaskier all but purred as he snuggled up to Geralt. His body was so soft against Geralt’s own hard and chiseled one. The contrast made him stifle a groan as he wound an arm around Jaskier to hold him close.
“Is that so?”
“Come on, Geralt,” Jaskier laughed, “you think I wouldn’t notice that my portions can suddenly feed a family? Or that you disappear for half a day only to return with all kinds of exotic sweets, which then you would always give me?”
“I like taking care of you,” Geralt admitted, a little sheepishly. “And you are so thin.”
He looked down at the soft flesh of Jaskier’s arm that rested over his chest.
“Were,” he corrected himself, feeling his cheeks heat up. Jaskier only grinned wider as he nuzzled into Geralt’s neck.
“Yeah, obviously not anymore,” Jaskier giggled. His eyes suddenly flashed dangerously, and his smile morphed into a smirk. It made Geralt’s heart beat faster.
“It’s true what they say about wolves,” Jaskier started, his voice much lower than usual- sensual and needy. He only talked like this when he wanted to play their game. Not even just regular sex, but the kind that they have discovered months prior due to a ridiculous, horny song found by accident. A sinful performance they put on for each other.
“That they like to take care of their pack. The big alpha would provide for his family, making sure they’re well-fed…”
Jaskier took one of Geralt’s hands and led it under the blanket and over his stomach. Geralt couldn’t suppress a moan when he felt his fingers dig into soft flesh, yielding like dough beneath his hand.
“Is this what it’s about, huh?” Jaskier huffed out a laugh, his breath hot and moist against the skin of Geralt’s neck. “The wolf wants to feed up the bunny so he would be happy and healthy?”
The growing hardness in Geralt’s trousers was getting more and more difficult to ignore. He growled as he rolled Jaskier onto his back and crawled over him, pinning him down easily. Jaskier’s pupils dilated with interest.
“The bunny was too skinny,” Geralt drawled, slipping into his role without a hitch. It was so easy, so natural between them now: there was a bit of shame the first time, a sense of embarrassment realizing they pretended to be animals together to get off, but none of it was there anymore. They both took to this exciting, lustful dynamic like ducks to water.
“All skin and bones. Too exhausted to hop, not enough energy with how little he was eating.”
“Poor bunny,” Jaskier cooed, his eyelashes fluttering as Geralt peppered kisses all over his neck. He nosed along his softened jaw and nipped lightly at the skin, enjoying the way Jaskier shivered.
“Indeed. The wolf couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.”
He hitched up Jaskier’s shirt, revealing his thick, fuzzy torso. Geralt leant down to rub his cheek against Jaskier’s softer chest.
“This is so much better,” he murmured against Jaskier’s skin, “a much better look on the bunny.”
Jaskier gasped as Geralt flicked his nipple with his tongue. He carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair, eyes closed in pleasure as Geralt lavished him with his tongue. A soft gasp left his lips as Geralt gripped a handful of his belly.
“A bunny should be soft and round,” Geralt growled. He let his teeth scrape against Jaskier’s sensitive nipples, making him tremble. “A good prey is meaty.”
“Does the wolf think the bunny is meaty enough now?” Jaskier asked breathlessly. Geralt gave his stomach a jiggle, watching the plump flesh move with fascination.
“Getting there.”
He moved further down, nuzzling his face into the roundness of Jaskier’s stomach. He cupped it from both sides as he licked over the dome of it, his tongue raising goosebumps all over the skin.
“Wolves don’t play with bones,” Geralt whispered against Jaskier’s tummy as he nipped and sucked at his skin, leaving deep blue and purple marks blossoming there. He moved over to Jaskier’s hips, wider and curvier than before, and he bit him there too, making sure he wouldn’t forget whom he belonged to. “Let’s leave that to the dogs.”
“No, indeed, a wolf deserves better,” Jaskier cooed as he rubbed Geralt’s biceps. He ran his fingers over the hard muscles with a dreamy sigh. “A big, strong predator deserves the plumpest, tastiest prey.”
A deep, guttural groan ripped out of Geralt. He surged upwards and smashed their lips together. Jaskier wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down, his back arching to press their bodies together. Geralt could feel Jaskier growing as hard as he was inside his trousers. He ground his hips down to rub them together as he sucked on Jaskier’s tongue, drawing such pretty noises out of him.
An idea suddenly sprung into his mind. He pulled back and rolled off of Jaskier, ignoring his impatient little whine. Geralt reached into his bag and dug around for the bread and meat he had in there. He was saving it for breakfast, but his composure collapsed. Besides, he could always catch them some fish.
When he turned back, Jaskier sat up in his bedroll, watching what Geralt was doing curiously. Sitting like this, his belly pooched forward, creating soft rolls that just begged to be bitten again. Geralt’s mouth watered at the sight.
He sat in front of Jaskier, excitement and arousal making his hands tremble slightly as he tore off a piece of bread.
He held it up to Jaskier’s lips, and he didn’t even need to say anything: Jaskier immediately opened his mouth and let Geralt push the bread inside. The obedience, the willingness, mixed with obvious greed and impatience made Geralt curse under his breath. He couldn’t restrain himself enough to wait for Jaskier to swallow before he fed him a piece of cold cut.
“Greedy bunny,” Geralt growled. Jaskier winked at him, sucking on that piece of meat so sinfully as if he had something else in his mouth. Geralt needed all his willpower not to come inside his pants.
“No wonder his rump is getting so big with how much he’s eating.”
“He doesn’t hear the wolf complaining,” Jaskier grinned around a mouthful. He climbed forward and plopped down on Geralt’s lap without asking. Geralt noted that he felt a little heavier than before.
“Winter is coming soon,” Geralt said as he shoved another bite into Jaskier’s mouth. “The wolf is gonna need all his energy to keep hunting.”
He kneaded at the soft rolls on Jaskier’s waist as Jaskier sucked on his fingers with a moan, lustfully chasing every single morsel.
“Can’t survive on scrawny little bunnies,” Geralt continued. He dug his fingers into Jaskier’s flesh, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. “The wolf needs to eat the fattest bunny to stay strong and warm in the cold.”
“Very, ah,” Jaskier moaned as Geralt gave his ample bottom a good squeeze, “the bunny is very glad to be of service.”
That much Geralt could tell, judging by a couple of things. First, Jaskier devoured the bread and the meat like he was intent on growing twice his size in a couple of seconds to please his equally hungry wolf. He barely took breaths between the bites, chasing Geralt’s hand needily. His cheeks were red and puffed out with the food shoved into them, looking perfectly the part of a munching rabbit. It made the possessive fire inside Geralt soften a little bit, and he gently kissed Jaskier’s rounded cheek.
Second, his eyes were dazed with obvious lust, his pupils dilated so much that the black nearly swallowed the blue. The flush of his face descended to his neck and chest, the latter heaving with pants of exertion and arousal.
Third, his cock was visibly straining inside his pants, and it poked into Geralt’s hip bone whenever Jaskier leaned forward to take another greedy bite.
“It might serve the wolf,” Jaskier breathed, “that with feeding him so much, the wolf will tire him out… he will be so spoiled and chubby, that he will be slow… much easier to hunt.”
“He will try to run away,” Geralt growled, shoving his thumb between Jaskier’s lips and making him suck on it, “but he won’t stand a chance. His big tummy slows him down…”
“…he might even get stuck in a hole that he wants to hide in… only his round rump sticking out…”
“…easy access…”
“Geralt, stay with the plot.”
“Sorry. Very nice plush place for the wolf to sink his teeth into.”
He looked down on Jaskier’s body, that beautiful body that he has loved and nurtured so much, that rounded out under his care- his sweet, eager bunny who waited for his wolf to hunt all that food for him. Just sitting around on his lush bottom while the wolf foraged the forest and the town to bring back something tasty for him. Maybe Geralt could try and feed him by passing food from his own mouth to Jaskier’s, pinning him down against the ground and making him take it, overpowered, needy, soft little bunny always yielding under the big, strong wolf…
The rest of the food was gone, and Jaskier’s belly looked a little distended, rounder and firmer to the touch. Geralt felt it under his hand as he rubbed his palm over the hot skin, making Jaskier gasp and moan, always so sensitive to his touches.
Geralt unbuttoned his pants as fast as he could before he freed Jaskier from the confines of his breeches as well- they already dug into his poor belly too much, and while the sight of him nearly bursting out of his pants intrigued Geralt, he also didn’t want his little bunny to be uncomfortable.
He took both of their dicks into one hand and started stroking them off. Jaskier moaned, from the fullness or the pleasure Geralt didn’t know. He hoped it was both. He fondled Jaskier’s belly as he jerked them off with quick motions, pushing them both closer to the edge.
Jaskier came first, crying out his wolf’s name as he all but collapsed against him. As he let himself go like this, putting all his weight on Geralt, it was indeed obvious he was heavier. The realization was enough to set Geralt off, and he came all over Jaskier’s stomach, painting the faint pink stretchmarks and his own teeth marks with his seed.
“Fuck,” Jaskier wheezed against his neck. Geralt grinned as he gently lay him down on his back. Jaskier let out a soft sigh of bliss as Geralt gently started rubbing circles into his stomach, soothing the ache he must have felt in there.
“This is lovely.”
“You’re lovely,” Geralt told him earnestly. He kissed the roundest part of Jaskier’s belly before he moved lower, to the softness under his naval. He cleaned Jaskier’s skin off with his licks, tracing the sensitive marks with his tongue. Jaskier shivered softly.
“I’m sleepy,” he told Geralt, stretching out languidly as Geralt returned to caressing his belly. “Being a bunny always tires me out.”
Geralt rolled his eyes at him fondly. “All you have to do is look pretty. And eat.”
“Mhm. Eating is exhausting, Geralt. Especially for such a soft little critter like me.”
“Well, you better rest, then,” Geralt told him cheekily, “because the wolf has to hunt in the morning.”
“For me?” Jaskier asked, batting his lashes at Geralt. Geralt smiled and moved up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Always for my little bunny, of course.”
#geraskier#the witcher fanfiction#the witcher fic#my fic#geralt of rivia#jaskier#geralt x jaskier#geraskier fanfiction#predator & prey#please don't kill me
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I got tagged by @banashee thanks a bunch! Feel free to do any of my recent tagging memes if you like:D
Question Tag Game Thingy
Current book I’m reading:
Fifth Formers at St Clare‘s, I found all the St Clare’s (zu Deutsch: Hanni & Nanni) that exist in the original English online here for free, I used to be obsessed with the German translations (and additions - there are way way more of those in German than the 9 English ones) as a kid and the nostalgia overtook me when I remembered the books because of this tagging meme and I completely singlefocusedly binge read through them in the last couple days
Last song I listened to:
Joel by okdanketschüss
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Currently watching:
not anything really? I’m stuck at the beginnings of S2 of Good Omens and The Witcher since forever and I haven’t continued DS9 either, I just haven’t watched any TV really…
last thing I watched was a Bernadette Banner YouTube video a couple days ago
No wait! Warehouse rewatch on discord! I missed last week but I’ll join in today :D
Current fic I’m reading:
Not any??? I mean I’ve got tabs open but I really read St Clare’s and only St Clare’s in the last days! Maybe the one I’m on now counts as fanfic tho bc it’s not by Enid Blyton (the original author)? xD
I do still want to continue reading @purlturtle’s And Now You as well as all the fic recs @lavendelhummel sent me, and I’ve got a bunch of other tabs open besides, but I’m probably gonna finish St Clare’s first! Well, I might read the last two tomorrow so there’s that :D
Next on my watchlist:
I’ve never seen While You Were Sleeping and since I’ve seen ppl talk about it both here and on discord I really want to watch it
also ‘tis the season for silly Hallmark movies, so I’ll for sure watch a couple of those xD there are also two wlw ones from last year or so that I haven’t seen yet, and of course piles and piles of straight ones
current obsession:
Definitely St Clare’s xD did I mention this already on this post, perhaps once or twice? xD
Also, I managed to have a crush on a minor book character again, headmistress Theobald o.O
I should update my obsession tag and my blog description! I think it still says flufftober xD
For easy copying - leave a blank for the people you tag! Question Tag Game Thingy Current book I’m reading: Last song I listened to: Currently watching: Current fic I’m reading: Next on my watchlist: current obsession:
Tagging everyone I’ve already tagged as well as @die-schwanenkoenigin, @squishmittenficfan @toboldlynerd purlturtle and anyone else who sees this :)
#tagging meme#tagged#tag later#mine#Youtube#tagmemenov23#st Clare’s#Hanni & Nanni#nov‘23#25.11.23#banashee#question tag game thingy#okdanketschüss - Joel#current obsession#stclares
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