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slutforleeminho · 3 months

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HI HI HI 😋

your work is so amazing, you're such a good writer! i have no idea if your taking requests, but if you could maybe find time... could you write part two of 'the other woman' please?

it was so well written, and i love some good angst with an even better plot 🫶🏽

also another 'no idea' but if you do anons... could i be 🍧 anon?

tyyy and ofc you can be 🍧 anon

The Other Woman • Hwang Hyunjin

ft. lee felix

THIS IS A PART TWO TO THIS - CANT BE READ AS A STAND ALONE

"Nice to meet you, Felix."

"Felix stop it!" Your chest was hurting from the force of your laughing. His fingers dug into your sides, causing your body to automatically jolt from the ticklish feeling. "Seriously lix I'm actually going to pee myself if you don't stop." you barely got the words out through your continuous giggling. only then did he cease his antics and let you breath.

"Eww don't do that. I don't want to have to wash the sheets again." he shifted his body until he was facing you, lying on his side with his arm supporting his head. "That would be the third time this week."

You could hear the smugness in his voice without even looking at him, but when you did, what did you see? a big toothy grin plasterd across his beautiful face. "Shut up." you playfully nudged his shoulder. But the drama queen in him came out as he gripped the place that you hit him with both of his hands in pain, as if you had just shot him.

"Ah, what the hell. are you trying to chop my arm off?"

"Oh, shut up you big baby." you wrapped your arms around his torso and pulled him closer until his nose was basically touching yours. His big brown eyes were staring deep into your soul, expectantly.

"Only if you kiss it better." He whispered against your lips, the warmth of his breath against your skin made you shiver. he had a way of making you feel so safe and protected from the world, like nothing could touch you as long as you had him. He leaned even closer in attempt to connect his lips with yours, but the harsh sound of your phone ringing startled you both out of the little bubble you created. You both huffed a breath of annoyance in unison. "It's him again, isn't it?" felix rolled over on his back. it was more of a statement than it was a question.

You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand just to see that there was no caller id so yes it indeed was him.

After Hyunjin walked out on you, you cried and cried and then cried some more, then after that you blocked his number, along with all his other social media accounts. You thought that would be the end.

You were wrong.

The phone calls from unknown numbers started a couple of days after you met Felix. Only once every few days, you never answered of course, you knew as soon as you heard his voice, you'd be right back in the place you're trying so hard to crawl out of. Then you started getting comments on all of your old Instagram posts:

"I miss you."

"Pick up the phone."

"Baby, please I love you."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Seeing that made you both angry and hurt. How could he even say that? You gave that man everything you had while he was only giving you a few days a week. You made sure not to dwell on it for too long, deleting the comments and blocking those accounts.

Then the calls came more frequently, mostly late at night when he was probably alone and horny.

Once you and Felix made your relationship official, you came clean about everything. The affair, the phone calls, the comments, you wanted no secrets between you two, nothing to get in the middle of something that has the potential to grow and become something beautiful. He was shocked but he tried his best to understand and made sure to tell you how proud he was of you for being strong enough to be the one to end things.

"I'm going to kill that guy if I ever see him." Felix said before standing up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" You rushed to say, the worry in your voice was too thick to hide. The anxiety that he'd get sick of you constantly being interrupted by your ex haunted you, and he knew it.

He smiled and walked over to your side of the bed. "To make us some breakfast, I know how hungry you are in the mornings." he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the tip of your nose. "Don't worry, okay? Nothing can stop me from loving you."

The past six months have felt like a vivid dream, you started working for a very famous clothing designer - as an assistant but it was something - and you loved every second of it, you had basically ripped your apartment apart and replaced everything in it and made it your dream home. But the best part was the person who was by your side the entire time, Lee Felix. Of course, you started out as friends but you both knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

You had a perfect schedule: date nights on Monday, sleepover at his place on Wednesdays, and movie night at your place on Saturdays, where he'd spend the night and leave Sunday morning after brunch. You both agreed not to spend every day together because you're still healing from your past relationships and Felix has never been in a serious relationship. But of course, if one or the other got a text saying they missed the other, it only took about ten minutes before there was a knock at their door.

But today is Saturday and you haven't seen him since Tuesday morning since he had to work late on Wednesday. To say you were excited was an understatement, you were practically pacing around the kitchen waiting for him to get here, until he finally appeared on the other side of the island. "That spare key you gave me comes in handy."

"Felix!" you squealed and quickly made your way around the bar and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You took way too long to get here."

"It's ten a.m., did you want me here before daylight?" he was teasing you, but his hands caressed down your back to pull you closer against him. He missed you too.

"I expected nothing less."

"Why did you pick a sad movie?" you sobbed behind your hands.

"Baby, it wasn't that sad." he tried to argue but you saw him wipe away that stray tear right before the movie ended. He thought he was sneaky.

"Tell that to the girl whose best friend just died." you gestured to the tv. Another cry coming from your lips.

"Aww baby stop before you make me cry." he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you down on his chest, and combing his fingers through your hair. "Hey," he tilted your head up until you were nose to nose with him, the tears immediately stopped. "it's okay, honey it's all fake."

ring. ring. ring.

"Ughh," you pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone. "It's like he fucking knows!" you put it on Do Not Disturb and shut it off completely. You were pissed now. "I don't know what to do Felix." You plopped back on the couch and he pulled you back to him once again.

"it's okay, love. We'll figure something out, I promise." there wasn't a trace of hurt or annoyance in his eyes, just genuine concern for you. This time when you leaned forward your lips met his and it felt like ages since you were this close to him. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss, as one hand moved to cup the side of your face.

"Y/N?"

At first you thought you were hallucinating from all the stress, until Felix jerked away from you and stood, dragging you up with him and stepping in front of you to shield you from the intruder.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Felix yelled.

Hyunjin looked between you and Felix, confusion all over his face. "Y/N, baby who is this?"

Oh, hell no. You grabbed Felixs hand and squeezed it reassuringly before stepping out from behind him. He was hesitant on letting you any closer to this random man until you said: "He's my boyfriend, Hyunjin." Oh.... Its Hyunjin. Your ex boyfriend.

"How did you get in here?"

He held up the spare key you had forgotten you'd given him while ya’ll were together. You snatched it from his hand before he could pull away. "Why the fuck are you in my apartment?"

"I-" his eyes started to water. "You're with someone else?"

You turned to look at Felix, his jaw was clenched as he watched Hyunjins very move. "Yes. Now leave."

"But I- I thought you loved me," his voice broke. "And I still love you. Y/N, I left her. I left her so we could be together." He said that with a smile as if that would change your mind. No, it made you want to vomit.

"Good, she deserves better. And so do I."

He nodded his head, processing what you just said. You could physically see his hurt turning into anger. "So," he looked straight into your eyes. "Did you tell your little boy toy over there what we did on that couch that you were kissing him on? Hmm? How much you loved it when I leaned you over it and I fucked you till you were begging for m-" He was cut off by you harshly slapping him across the face, the force making him stumble back a bit. In the corner of your eye you saw Felix launch forward just in case hyunjin decided to replicate your violent energy.

"How dare you come into my home and degrade me like this, let alone Infront of someone I care about! I did love you, Hyunjin, but not anymore. And you never loved me. You may know my favorite designer brand or what I like in bed but that's all you know. You don't know what my favorite color is or my dream job, so you definitely don't know who I want. So let me tell you. It's. Not. You. And it never will be. It'll always be me. I am who I want to be happy, and nobody else can make that happen." you stopped to take a deep breath to calm down and hyunjin took that as his que to speak.

"I should've never left her for you, all you are is a cheap slut." This time the smack you heard didn't come from you. It was Felix lunging forward and punching him in the face. A loud crack came from the impact, and you couldn't tell if it was Hyunjins nose or Felix's hand. But judging from the blood gushing from Hyunjins nose, it was definitely broken. Hyunjin stumbled to the floor while holding a hand over his bleeding nose.

"Felix stop!" you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off of hyunjin. "You," you pointed at hyunjin and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him up and towards the door. "Out!" Opening it you pushed him out, slamming it in his face, but not before getting in the last word. "Nice going hyunjin, you just earned yourself a restraining order."

Once the door was closed the reality I what just happened came crashing down on you like a bag of bricks. you pressed your back against the door and slid down it and let all the emotions show themselves. “Felix, i’m so sorry.” you sobbed into you hand. you couldn’t even imagine how he felt right now, but still he came to you and took you in his arms as you cried.

“it’s okay, love, you did the right thing. Don’t worry, ok? i’m here, i’ve got you.”

I feel like every time i post I’m apologizing for not being active, but i had a good reason this time😭

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krystalcat · 4 months

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Keep It To Myself

ღ Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!Reader

ღ Genre: Smut, angst

ღ Word count: 5,4k

ღ Warnings: cheating, toxic relantionship, voyeurism, reader is Yunho's lover,fwb with Mingi, unprotected sex (big no), creampie, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), dom!Yunho, sub!reader, yunho is massive, pet names(bunny), repressed feelings, praise kink, dacryphilia, rough sex?, lots of teasing, a sprinkle of degradation?, lmk if I forgot anything

ღ Summary: It's hard to keep your hands to yourself when someone like him crossed paths with you. Too bad he wasn't yours to begin with, but it's not like he cared anyways.

ღ Notes: This is the first time I'm writing smut fanfics. It's also been a long time since I've written anything. I hope you like it and I'm very open to (constructive) criticism! Also, English is not my first language and I haven't proofread this, so it's very possible to have grammatical mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense in English. I also got inspired by Elise's Keep It To Myself, so check that out! I'm also not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I figured it was best to post it before rewriting the plot for the 3rd or 4th time lol

ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the member(s) in any way.

You tried studying in peace, but it was difficult when your roommate and his girlfriend were arguing for what it felt like the fiftieth time that week. After months, you still didn’t get used to it.

Despite not being close friends, you didn't think Yunho was the problem, since there was never gossip in your group of him being a toxic person, and the more passionate fights you heard, it was confirmed.

You saw his girlfriend’s behaviour regarding their relationship and Yunho: restricting who he spoke to, deleting his girl friends’ contacts on his phone, getting angry if he doesn’t answer quickly. You’d sometimes even laugh to yourself, saying she was another roommate - the only difference between her and you being the unpaid rent - so those atitudes weren’t hard to miss.

Hell, sometimes you even wondered how she never made a fuss of him having another woman as his roommate, at least you never heard an argument about that.

What bugged you the most was why the hell he wouldn’t break up with her, because he does recognize she’s not a good girlfriend, his screams coming from the kitchen confirm that. Their arguments have just gotten more frequent and boorish over time.

But now it wasn't only their fights that made you distracted. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a slight crush on Yunho when you first became roommates, always so polite and gentle whenever you both were in your home. But that's just him being nice and a good person, and after he had gotten a girlfriend you knew your feelings had to go away, which wasn't particularly easy since you both shared a house, but you still managed to do it.

The problem now? They came back stronger than ever. You knew that if you spent more than five minutes in the same room as him, you’d leap onto his arms and his girlfriend would literally kill you. Why? For the past two weeks or so right after they fight, they have some sort of angry-make-up sex, making you unable to control your fantasies.

Hearing Yunho’s groans and moans for the past days made you start having a sexual attraction towards him, and pleasuring yourself to them has been your guilty pleasure. You knew it was wrong, no amount of problems with her would make it okay for him to cheat, but God, the things you would do to switch places with her on that bed.

In the middle of the day, you would suddenly imagine the most filthy and nasty scenarios that made you crave those hands on your cunt, those lips on your breasts and his cock pounding deep inside you. You were addicted to something you hadn’t even try before.

You put down the pencil you were holding when you heard moans coming from Yunho’s room - his moans. Quietly making your way to your bed, you took your shorts and panties off, then laying on your bed.

“F-Fuck, Jiyeon” His faint deep groans sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed your moans as you rubbed circles on your clit, adjusting your pace to the volume of Yunho’s moans, imagining it was you who made him feel that good and all the indecent things you would let him do to you.

Despite everything, you swore to yourself you’d keep this desire to yourself, that you would never flirt or makes moves on Yunho while was on a relationship.

But that is so fucking hard when he didn’t help you to repress your yearnings at all.

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While binge watching your favorite show, you see Yunho walking out from his room, completely dressed up: white buttoned-up shirt adorned with a black tie, black oxfords and pants that matched his dark blue suit. He checked himself out on the mirror in the living room, “I’m going out and probably won’t come back until tomorrow noon”.

“Got it” Your attention returned to the screen in front of you, hearing his shoes clicking on the floor and the front door shutting.

After maybe a episode or two, you heard the front door opening, hearing Yunho knocking his shoes on the entrance. You turned your head around to be met with a pissed Yunho.

“Didn’t realize it was tomorrow already” You snorted as he entered his room, gaining a grunt from him.

He went back to the living room, standing in front of the tv. You’d probably roll your eyes, if he wasn’t with the first four buttons unbuttoned. My God were you really malfunctioning just because of a little cleavage? You had no shame at all, “Yn I’m not in the mood for jokes right now”.

Quickly admiring his figure, you tried your best to not look affected by his looks, “Do you want to vent or need advice? If not, let me watch my show” His fingers massaged his temples, making him sigh.

“It’s nothing much, but would you really listen to me?” He sat next to you, positioning his elbows on his knees and turning his head to you, you paused you show and sat in a more comfortable position, your body facing his. Now this was unexpected, Yunho was always a reserved person who didn’t want to bother other people with his problems.

“She was supposed to meet me almost two hours ago for dinner and she’s not answering my texts or calls. We aren’t in the best terms lately and I’m scared, for us and her as well”

“Do you know were she might have gone?” He shook his head lightly, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, you don’t have to answer me, but why are you even with her?” He gazed into your eyes, opening his mouth to speak, only to close it again and divert his gaze from yours.

“I’ll have some drinks” He got up, “I’m not mad at you for asking that, I just need to clear my thoughts” He grabbed the keys he had previously left on the kitchen table, heading to his way out.

The butterflies in your stomach meant you should leave him alone, that you shouldn’t spend any sort of quality time together with him, it would melt your mind, making you bound to do something stupid. At the same time, you were worried Yunho would get himself in trouble, that he would let’s his emotions get the best of him, and you couldn’t bear something happening to him.

“Absolutely not” You got up from the couch heading towards his direction.

“I just want to be alone”

“Yeah but I’m not letting you go through that door”You crossed your arms as he stared back at you, “We don’t need to talk further, but stay here for a moment to collect your thoughts, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow, ok?”

He looked at you, to his feet, then getting up and going to his room. You sat back down, diverted your gaze and resumed the show, thinking he would disregard your words and go on with his life.

“What are you watching?” You jolted a little when he sat next to you - maybe a little too close for your liking, stomach doing flips and cheeks heating up - now dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

And that’s how you two got closer, dangerously too close, because if being in the same room with him before was hard, now it was arduous. You both would now steal little glances at each other, he would flash you little smiles. When Jiyeon wasn’t there, you’d both tease each other while doing mundane tasks, which was mostly borderline flirting.

Also by some miracle the huge fights stopped, only small arguments here and there. Maybe Yunho did it out of respect for you and the conversation you both had that day, maybe Jiyeon just happened to be in a good temper, who knows. Everything seemed perfect: their relationship was great, no more angry sex, so that attraction towards Yunho disappeared and you had no more guilt looming over your head.

However, after that step forward, you took 100 steps back, because you were now having actual feelings towards Yunho. His smile brightens the room, his touch sends waves down your spine, his presence makes you feel giddy, his teases and flirts make your heart flutter. You had no idea how you got yourself in this situation, perhaps getting closer to him was the last thing you should’ve done to the greater of your sanity.

Your heart spoke louder than your mind, since you couldn’t distance from him once again, not now when you both are friends, and you know what a gentleman and nice person he is, you loved having him around.

What was your next move then? Getting someone else to replace your attraction towards Yunho, which you found quite hard, since you didn’t know many guys, let alone the ones that are both single and decent. Maybe that was a shitty move from you, but it’s still way better than playing around with someone who’s committed.

Lucky you, a few days later Yunho’s friends - who you already knew - came over to play some video games with him, and one of them ditched the hangout to make some moves on you.

“Sooo, are you single?” He asked, leaning on the wall as you made some noodles for dinner.

You laughed at his question, “You know I am Mingi” The tall guy approached you, “Just making sure, I find it hard that a beautiful woman like you is all alone”

“You sure know how to flatter someone” You giggled, turning your head to him with a smirk on your face “What do you want Mingi?” His confident attitude dropped as he widened his eyes, making you laugh lightly “Cat got your tongue? I know you want something, I just want to know what it is”

He cleared his throat, then asking “I-If I asked you if you want to go out with me, would you say yes?” without looking at you. You did not expect him to say something like that, and thought about it for a little: while you wanted to forget Yunho, you couldn’t use one of his friends as a toy, even you had limits.

“L-Look Mingi I think you’re cute, but I’m not ready for something serious and-” He interrupted you, “I thought about something more casual, if you know what I mean.” You let out a ‘oh’ “I-It’s totally okay if you don’t want, but since we’re both single and as I imagine frustrated, I thought why not...?” He clarified, still not making eye contact with you.

“Why not try?” He shot his head up at you, eyes wide and a slight smile on his face, “Really?” You nodded, “Do you want to go out tomorrow or do you think it’s too quick?” He asked. You approached him, gluing your body on his and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Tomorrow seems good”

He snaked his arms around your waist, kissing you slowly as his hands roamed your ass, sometimes tugging at it. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, you hands also made their way to his clothed crotch, making him separate the kiss and grunt silently. “Go back to your friends, I’ll make up for you tomorrow” You whispered, making him roll his eyes as he let go of you to go back to Yunho’s room.

Your little relationship with Mingi - if you could it even call it that - was doing you wonders, for some time your feelings for Yunho faded, specially when Mingi was balls deep into your cunt, all you could do was scream and whimper his name, brain turned into mush. Still, from time to time you would think it was Yunho instead of Mingi fucking you dumb, but you tried your best to repress those desires.

But one day you slip up, you moaned Yunho’s name out loud, and to say you were embarrassed was an understatement.

Mingi halted all movements. “I-I’m so sorry” You muttered under your breath, only loud enough for him to hear, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. Mingi removed himself from you, “Yn look at me”

You refused to, continuing to stare at the pillow as Mingi caressed your hips, waiting for your response, “Yn I’m not mad, we’re not together, I’m just confused,” He heard your sniffs, making him turn you around and hug you.

“Do you want to stop?” You nodded, making him hold you tighter until he calmed you down enough so that he could bring your and his clothes.

After explaining the whole situation to him, he said he wouldn’t mind to keep your little ‘friends-with-benefits’ thing going on if you still wanted it and assured you he didn’t care about the slip-up. At the end, you knew he understood the mess you were in and took pity in your situation.

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You were awaken from a loud thud coming from the living room, heart racing as your mind thought about the most far-fetched and terrifying scenarios that it could. Slowly getting out of the bed and tiptoeing towards the bedroom door, you heard some mumbles coming from the other room.

You put your ear on the door to hear better. Knock knock knock. You jolted and gasped silently, backing away from the door, “Yn?” A female voice called from the other side, making you realize who it was. Opening the door you saw Jiyeon, smeared lipstick and smokey eyes adorning her delicate face as she reeked from alcohol.

“You scared the living shit out of me!” You whisper-yelled.

“Sorry, um... Yunho and I were at the club with some friends and he is pretty wasted, can I ask a favor?”

“Go on”

“So tomorrow I will be leaving town to meet my family, and I can’t be here looking after Yunho until he falls asleep, could you do that?”

“Jiyeon, I’m sorry but-”

“Please! I know it’s late and that I should have managed my time better, but it’s just this time and I trust you more than his friends to take good care of him”

Now, that was odd. Out of all the people in his life, you were the one she trusted the most? When you literally have feelings for him, have touched yourself while thinking of him and while she was the one on his bed. But Yunho is still your friend after all, surely nothing will go wrong while you care after him and tidy him, right?

“Okay, I'll try and do my best”

“Thank you so much, he's in the couch, probably half-awake” You both went to see him, he was laying on his back, hooded eyes staring through the ceiling, “I'll go now, thank you once again”.

With the door closing, it was just you and a drunk Yunho, who seemed to have a staring contest with the white ceiling.

“Yunho, are you feeling nauseous?” He kept facing the ceiling as you called his name from afar, “Yunho?" You spoke louder this time, getting closer, the smell of cheap liquor invading your nostrils.

“Uh... Whaaat?” His slurred speech would have almost made you laugh if you weren't worried sick for him.

“Do you wanna puke?” He shook his head. “Okay, let's go to your room, can you get up?” He slowly shifted in his seat and stood up, losing his balance immediately, falling on the couch.

“Great” You massaged your temples, “How am I supposed to carry you to your room?” You sat on his side, putting one of his arms around your neck and holding it as your left arm wrapped around his torso.

With a little difficulty, you stood up. Despite managing to support him, his weight still made you bump on the hallway. Reaching his room felt like minutes.

You sat him on the bed, then unlacing and taking off his shoes as he watched you silently. Then helping him getting rid of the black leather jacket, leaving him in a white tee and black jeans.

“Look, you stink, I need to run you a shower” You explained, “This will be weird, because I need you to take off your pants”

He nodded, complying to your task slowly as you looked away to not make this any more embarrassing.

“You can turn” He said, making you turn around and trying to help him get up from the bed, avoiding looking down at his bare thighs and crotch area, cheeks burning up at the thought of it.

With a blink of an eye, Yunho's left hand was behind your head as his right propped him up, making you freeze on his hold. “Can I kiss you?” After what felt like an eternity, he asked, making you widen your eyes, no answer leaving your mouth.

You wondered if it was the booze or him talking, but his red cheeks, messy hair, somewhat slurred speech and daze gave you the answer.

“You're drunk Yunho, you don't know what you're talking about” You explained after a long staring contest, failing to cover the disappointment in your voice.

“I really want to kiss you” His grip on your neck softened a little, starting to caress it, “You look better with me, not with Mingi” Silence fell in the room, you looked away from him and bit your lip, sighing. Sure it wasn’t a secret you two were together, although it was just fun and games between you two, but it shouldn’t bother him that you’re with someone else.

“Yunho” You started with an hoarse voice, holding the tears threatening to leave your eyes, “You're speaking nonsense, let's go, I'll turn the water on for you”

The grip on your neck strengthened once again and before you knew it your lips crashed.

Different from Yunho, you kept your eyes open and wide, a million thoughts raced through your head, before finally giving into the kiss as Yunho urged you to become closer.

He bit your lower lip, taking the opportunity to insert his tongue in your mouth as you let out a silent whimper, deepening the kiss.

Getting drunk on his tongue, you threw yourself onto Yunho, both falling onto the bed without letting go of each other. Rolling on top of you, he started caressing your cheek with his thumb.

After the probably best moment of your life, you let go of him, finally allowing you both to breathe. As you stared into each other's eyes, Yunho's thumb and index fingers (hooked) into your chin, closing the small distance between you.

You don't know what it was, maybe it was the drunken state leaving your body, the guilt of taking advantage of Yunho or Jiyeon's words resurfacing your mind. But it probably was a mix of the three. You stopped Yunho, taking his hands off of you, making him frown.

“This is a mistake, you’ll regret it tomorrow, probably you won’t even remember this once you’re sober” You stood up “I’m turning on the water” You said as you walked towards the bathroom to do it, hiding the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, but for the sake of appearances and the possibility of him remembering these events tomorrow, you hid it.

You didn’t speak to each other as you gave him a bath, he sat on the shower as you shampooed his hair and rinsed it. You gave up on scrubbing his body in the middle of it due to your heartbroken state. After drying him quickly, you gave his some boxers and pajamas, waiting for him to go to bed to make sure he wouldn’t hit is head or fall down.

After putting him to bed, you crawled back to yours, crying yourself to sleep while thinking about what happened and how you fucked your friendship up, wishing all of this was just a dream.

The next few days were awkward, Yunho kept talking with you as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn’t remember, but you still couldn’t forget his kiss and his (slurred) words that night. He sometimes would ask if everything was alright, but you lied saying the last days have been tiring and you just needed to rest well.

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You grabbed your keys, trying your best to make the least amount of silence possible since it was almost 1am. You had gone out with Mingi to a club, but before that, stopping at his house for some action.

The door opened, revealing your pitch dark apartment, just like you thought, Yunho was already asleep. You then shut it behind you and took off your heels to tiptoe towards your room. As you walked towards it, you saw the door from Yunho’s room wasn’t completely closed, a dim yellow light illuminating the hallway.

Since you didn’t hear a sound, you thought he had forgotten to turn off the light on his bedside, still trying to silently get into your room, slowly turning the door knob to open it.

“Yn...” Hearing your name coming in a low grunt from the other room made you shot your head up. You were pretty sure it was a moan coming from Yunho’s room, your cheeks flustered at the thought of him jerking off thinking of you.

Interest and curiosity took the best of you, making you silently spy Yunho through the door crack. He sat on the bed, no pants on, boxers still hanging on his feet as he slowly jerked himself off. Your mouth opened wide at the sight of his cock’s size. It was probably the biggest you have ever seen in real life.

After admiring his show for a few more moments, you realized you should leave before he catches you looking and make everything between you two even more awkward. As you made the way to your room, the wooden floor creaked, making you internally cursing yourself, hoping he didn’t notice it.

“Yn?” Yunho asked, opening his room’s door wide. Lucky for you, you were already at the front of your bedroom door.

“S-Sorry did I wake you up?” You gave him a slight smile, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“For someone who insists that kissing me was a mistake you sure were enjoying the view” Your face dropped, making you look like a deer in the headlights. Silence filled the whole apartment as Yunho waited for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry” Was all you said before looking away from him and heading to your room, but Yunho’s wasn’t accepting that so easily. He grabbed your arm and trapped you between the wall and himself.

“I can see it in your eyes, why are you lying to yourself?”

“Because you’re with someone else, that’s why. Just because she’s a poor excuse of a girlfriend that doesn’t make it right for you to cheat on her ”

“I don’t care about her”

“Liar!” Tears slowly streamed down your face “If you didn’t care you would’ve ended things a long time ago!”

“It’s complicated, and you know that! If you liked me so much you wouldn’t have started a relationship with Mingi either!” You took his hands off of you.

“We’re not together!” You tried to get away from him, only for Yunho to grab you once again and planting a kiss on your lips, making you relax on him.

He deepened the kiss, making you snake your arms behind his neck, tongue and teeth crashing together as lust and passion dominated you both. Still not letting go of each other, Yunho guided you to your room, closing the door behind him.

He let go of you, leaning a bit back to check you out “Fuck I can’t believe Mingi had all this to himself, you’re so fucking pretty” He attacked your neck with light kisses and bites, making you a whimpering mess as you got wetter.

“I love hearing your little whimpers, you’re so cute, Bunny” A shiver went down you spine “Do you like the nickname, Bunny?” He whispered in your ear, taunting you “These clothes look good on you, but I bet you look better without them” He sat in your bed as you stood in front of him.

You slowly took your clothes, Yunho’s eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips. Only in your undergarments, you straddled his lap, his hands touching and grabbing every inch of your body. With a loud huff, he took off his t-shirt to reveal his chest and abs.

He pulled you to another kiss, this time a more passionate one, caressing your face as he unclasped your bra in one go, letting the straps fall on your arms. You pulled away from him to take it off, him grabbing and kissing them as light whimpers left your mouth.

He grabbed your hand, positioning it on his tent, “Fuck baby, I need to feel you right now”, you got on your knees, pulling his pants down to his feet, revealing his boxers already with a wet spot on his clothed tip. Touching him through his boxers made him throw his head back with a loud whimper, “Please for the love of God don’t tease me y/n”

You smirked, pulling his boxers down, revealing a leaking and angry tip. As you had already suspected, Yunho was big, you had no idea how it would fit you, but that was something to worry about later.

You started by stroking him and giving him kitty licks, his noises soon encouraged you to try and take him. “Oh fuck...” Yunho moaned and dropped himself on the bed as you sucked his tip, trying to suck more every time your head bobbed up and down.

Tears filled the corners of your eyes as his length hit the back of your throat, loving the stinging sensation it left behind. You felt a hand grabbing your hair lightly, making you look up, locking eyes with Yunho, his filled with lust, “You’re taking me so well bunny” his compliments only made you wetter and more eager to swallow more of his cock.

“Let me help you out b-bunny” He grabbed your hair in a ponytail to then force your throat down his shaft, tears streaming down your face as he wrecked your mouth. You moved your panties aside, making circles around your clit as he kept controlling your head movements.

He let out a deep chuckle, “Is my bunny horny just by sucking me off?” You let out a moan at his words, throat vibrating around his cock, making him moan as well. His movements faltered as his groans got louder and louder, soon him releasing in your mouth and his grip on your head.

You quickly moved back, coughing from the lack of air in your lungs, your throat stinging a but from the workout. Yunho grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. He kissed your tears away, loving how wrecked you looked when he had done barely anything to you.

“Are you okay?” You nodded at his answer “I’m sorry for being so harsh, if I ever do anything you don’t like please warn me” You laughed slightly at his concerns, “Use me however you want” You whispered to his ear, noticing how his lips curved in a menacing grin.

“Is that so? Lay on the bed for me then, love” Hearing Yunho calling you love made you dizzy, by this time you had forgotten he had another woman he could call ‘love’, not a single once of guilt tainting your heart and making you doubt this moment.

You laid on the bed, it was Yunho’s turn to get on his knees. He pulled you closer towards him, giving you kisses along your thighs as you begged him to stop teasing you. He dragged your panties along your legs, throwing it somewhere on the room.

“Holy fuck...” You moaned out loud when he licked your folds, burying his head on your cunt, eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. You tried your best to contain your moans, which only riled Yunho up even more.

“Y-Yunho- Fuck, calm down” You whined, feeling overstimulated from his mouth alone, without even coming once, feeling him smirk as the kept tongue-fucking you. He backed away from your dripping cunt, arousal dripping down his chin.

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to tease you”

“Fuck yes I did, but if you keep going on I’m not lasting long”

“Great that’s my intention” He pushed one finger with ease inside you, making you whimper slightly “More” He chuckled at your reaction, complying to your wishes and adding another one. He thrust his fingers in and out of you, eliciting moans from you. You loved how deep his fingers went inside your cunt, still, it wasn’t enough for you.

“Y-Yunho” You moaned out loud, incapable of forming a full sentence.

“Hmm?” He looked up to you, watching your fucked out face contort with please, “Does my bunny want more?” You nodded your head quickly, making him chuckle, “You’re such a whore for me” and how right he was, you would let him do anything to you in this moment,

He added one more, stretching your cunt out as he lowered his head to your cunt. You combination of his fingers inside you and his tongue flickering your bud turned you into a moaning mess. You quickly felt your high approaching, and Yunho knew that by the way your pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Cum for me bunny, I know you want to” His words were enough to drive you to your edge, making you cream around his fingers as he kept lapping your clit, riding out your orgasm.

He took of his fingers and put them in front of you, making you clean them up and taste yourself.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?”

“Forget that, just go raw” He widened his eyes, “A-Are you sure?” you nodded your head. He got up on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs and his length in your entrance.

“I’m going slow, tell me when it’s okay to move” He slowly inserted his head in you, making moan and wrap your legs around his waist. As he kept pushing himself inside you, your moans grew louder until he bottomed out.

“F-Fuck, you’re huge” You groaned, he stilled inside you as he caressed your face and thighs to relax you. “You can move” He started slowly, you bit your lips to suppress the moans from leaving your mouth, clawing at the sheets.

Yunho tested the waters by speeding up the pace, drawing more moans from you, which gave him the green light to fuck you dumb. He placed your legs on his shoulders and lowered down to meet your lips, giving a short peck.

“Fuck Yn, you’re driving me crazy” He moaned out loud, making you smile, to which he asked “Why are you smiling?” His pace never faltering, his tip brushing your g-spot every time.

“T-The name you’re moaning is mine” You managed to speak between moans, “My bunny is so dirty” He laughed, his thrusts getting sloppier and his moans getting louder.

“Come inside me, please” You locked gazes, he gave you a taunting smirk as he used one of his hands to draw circles around your clit. You felt like your mind was breaking apart from the amount of pleasure, soon feeling a knot on your stomach.

“Do you like being full of me? Fuck, baby I’m so close” He announced, before bursting inside you, your walls sucking him dry. You loved the feeling of being full to the brim by him. Still inside you, he kept drawing circles on your bud and sucking on your breasts. Soon, you came as well, moaning his name out loud.

He removed himself from you, feeling his cum drip down onto the sheets, making a mess, “I’m grabbing a towel, don’t move” He grabbed it quickly, you barely noticing his absence.

He cleaned you up, giving you kisses. Still, a question lingered on your mind.

“What about us Yunho?”

“I’m ending things with Jiyeon, I love you yn”

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damiansgoodgirll · 2 months

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damian fingering reader to sleep because she’s tired but she can’t fall asleep because it’s raining please 🙏

i love your stories so much

i wrote this but this app decided to delete it so i had to write it again🥹

‼️smut so stay away kids

damian priest x reader

kiss me, goodnight

“oh come on!” you screamed when you heard another loud thunder coming from outside.

is not that you hated storms but you were tired, you just came back from australia and in those three days trip you had slept just a few hours. you really needed to sleep but the weather decided otherwise.

damian chuckled when he heard you. it wasn’t a big storm, it was just a really loud one.

“don’t laugh” you said irritated making him laugh even more.

“i’m sorry mi vida but you’re acting like it’s the end of the world…” he softly laughed when he sat down on the bed next to you.

“i’m really tired dam…” you whispered “we’re moving again in two days and i have an important match and i wanna be ready but i can’t with this weather…”

“i know baby…come here” he opened his arms, helping you lay your head on his chest “just close your eyes and focus on something that makes you happy, a happy place, a happy memory…think about that” he whispered kissing your head.

“fine…” you said and did as he told you.

but it wasn’t that easy. it was working at first but the second a loud crash came from outside, your body automatically tensed and your eyes opened. you pretended everything was fine but damian saw how tense you were and he felt sorry for you, knowing how tired you were.

you closed your eyes again and went back to the happy memory you were thinking about before. if you couldn’t sleep at least your mind would have kept you company.

in your mind you where still there when you felt damian’s hand playing with your shorts.

“dam?” you whispered clearly tired.

“ssshhh…go back to sleep amor…i’ll take care of you” he whispered while his hand moved the shorts and panties down, leaving you half naked under the blankets.

“dam what…”

“i’ll help you fall asleep if you let me” he whispered into your ear making you shiver.

“o-okay…”

“good girl” he kissed your cheek while his hand slowly moved to your pussy.

his thumb moved gently on your clit, slowly. maybe too slowly, almost like a lullaby.

you couldn’t help the soft moans that came out of your mouth. everything was overwhelming.

he slowly helped you opening your legs a little more “te amo mi vida” he said kissing your cheek and slowly biting it.

you were lucky you lived alone, otherwise you would have scared your neighbours away with the pornographic moan that came out of your mouth when damian’s middle finger thrusted into you.

“oh fuck fuck fuck” you kept moaning. it was almost like torture. his thumb still moving slowly on your clit while his finger was moving way too fast inside of you.

“you like this uh?” he asked you, a smirk on his face as he already knew the answer “can you take another one for me princesa?” he whispered. you nodded, too overwhelmed by pleasure to think straight.

a second finger and you were already losing it.

“dam…is too much…”

“do you want me to stop?” he asked you.

“no fuck - no…keep going” and that’s what he did.

“so good amor…so fucking good for me” he whispered again your skin. his hot breath was making you shiver from head to toe. his teeth gazing at your ear and neck, his tongue sucking and licking the sweet spot behind your ear that always made you go crazy.

a third finger came inside of you and that was enough to make you cum hard around his fingers.

“oh shit…” you moaned when you felt he wasn’t stopping.

“another one please…give me another one princesa…” he said adding more pressure to your clit, making your legs tremble.

“dam…”

“i’m here love” he whispered. your hand got around his neck, pushing his face over yours, meeting his lips in a hot kiss.

“fuck damian i-i can’t…” a tear escaped from your left eye.

“come for me baby…” he said looking straight into your eyes and that was enough to squeeze his fingers inside you.

now, you were tired and over sensitive.

“you okay?” he asked, slowly moving his hand away from your pussy.

“fuck…yes” you said breathless.

“tired enough?” he asked while prepping your face full of kisses.

“i think so…”

of course, that night you slept like a baby.

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 11 months

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good morning/afternoon/evening, i saw your request open and i was wondering if you'd be up to write some headcanons about risotto & ghiaccio with a gn! s/o who likes to take care of them; whether it's combing/washing their hair, making meals for them, helping them relax after a day of work, etc.

feel free to delete/ignore this request if it's not of your liking. and, thanks in advance (<3).

I actually received another anon request asking for something similar-

- so I'm just gonna lump them all into one big heaping pile of headcanons! Thank you for the requests <333 La Squadra with a house husband/wife who loves to take care of them

Formaggio

Loves it so so so so much

How lucky he is to have an s/o like you, doting on him and putting in so much work for the two of you.

Always goes to you to massage out any aches from the day

Hugs you from behind while you're in the middle of cooking every time. No matter what. It's not a problem at all unless it leads to you getting something on yourself or getting burnt (in that case he'll apologize - then do it again the very next time.)

In return, he tries his best to treat you whenever he can. He buys you sweet lil gifts all the time, leaving them around for you to find while he's out on missions <333333

Illuso

All those pigtails of his? Yeah, they aren't much, but every time he puts his hair into them he considers asking you to do it instead. He never does, but if you find him doing his hair with a dumb smile on his face, that's why.

Need I say this man praises you and your work?

"Smells amazing, doll, whatcha cooking this time?"

"Damn, the room's spotless! You worked real hard, didn't ya?"

gives you a big ol' smorch on the lips....sigh....

Prosciutto

It's the kind of s/o he always pictured himself having, this is just what he expected life to have in store for him.

As a result, he sort of treats the things you do pretty casually. If you didn't know better you'd say he doesn't notice or care.

But of course, you know him better than that. The kiss on your knuckles before every meal and the quick compliments he gives you throughout the day are how he lets you know he loves you and the work you do.

It's the way he intertwines his fingers with yours in the late hours of the night, you two tucked in bed, that lets you know it's all appreciated.

Pesci

Oh Pesci.. oh this boy...

No matter how many times you do all these nice things for him, no matter how much of an everyday thing it is, it makes him feel so incredibly special every single time.

Every sweet thing you do for him has him practically blubbering out "thank you"s and "you're so sweet"s

Oh my GOODNESS. PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. his hairstyle may be strange (all of La Squadra's are), but please please please run your fingers through it, ruffle it around, mess it up a bit, he loves it.

BONUS POINTS if you get a hairbrush and fix up his messy hair afterwards. Oh he's putty in your hands.

Will do anything he can to return the favors, unless you tell him he doesn't have to. augghhh

damn i got passionate about this one

Melone

Remember how I said Formaggio hugs you from behind while you cook? Well, Melone does that too.

But unlike Formaggio he does it while you're doing literally anything. You could be scrubbing the toilet and he's embracing ya and peppering kissing down your neck and. probably distracting you quite a bit.

But also unlike Formaggio, Melone stops when asked, or when it's clear his affection is making it super hard for you to work.

He'd love it for you to braid his hair, and if you have long enough hair, he'll braid your hair too.

If there's ever a day where you aren't doing too hot, sick in bed and he has the day to stay home, he'll be your house husband for the day. A perfect chance for him to give back some kindness ;3

Ghiaccio

It's no surprise that he's coming home with a million things to complain about. So he'll pace around the kitchen and ramble while you make dinner. He's usually irritable at this time, might get picky with how you cut ingredients or how long you cook for.

Still loves everything you make, even if it's not to his exact specifications. Mutters out a "thanks" afterwards and pulls you close to press a looong kiss to your forehead.

Lets you massage the immense amounts of tension out of him. Also wants you to run your fingers through his hair, brushing through his curls and massaging his scalp. For once he stays silent, sighing and leaning into your loving touch.

This man spouts a million words a minute, but he knows he doesn't need to speak to let you know how much he loves you. He just basks in your comfort. Damn, you treat him so well.

Risotto

He loves the caring part of you, he really does, but at the start of your relationship you may need to tell him a few times to stop saying things like "you know, you don't have to do that for me."

Eventually you reach a compromise, and when it comes to cooking and cleaning, you two make it a team effort whenever he's around.

When it comes to helping him relax after work though, he never complains (anymore) about your pampering.

a comforting bath, your hands scrubbing sweet scents through his hair, a moment where he doesn't need to focus on anything except his s/o.

He dreams of having these moments for the rest of his life, holding you close in the eerie silent night and cherishing every second you love him and care for him.

#aaaaa very first headcanons post for these fuckers #I HOPE I DID IT OKAY???#no pressure but if anyone's willing to tell me how i did...id appreciate it...#i definitely struggled most with risotto and melones...#i promise ill hopefully get better the more i write <3 #la squadra #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #thank you anon one and two for you requests!!#i finished this in the middle of class so if theres a dip in quality thats why

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art-the-f-up · 5 months

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If I came across as snippy or trying to start something, I apologize, I'm barely holding myself together right now. I just saw some of the comments people have made about the situation on your Palestine AU and got frustrated. I want to be sure people have the whole picture, but whenever I try, people shut me down without really listening and blocking me. A guy got my original account deleted for "hate speech" when I posted my story just because they didn't like what I said. That's why I'm staying anon.

The truth is, I have someone over there who's being held in the middle of it all. She went on a school trip a few months ago and was reported missing. My family panicked not knowing what happened, and then a few weeks later all hell broke loose with this war.

My family was furious with Israel, and jumped to the conclusion it was like Russia & Ukraine, but later found out they were trying to take out Hamas, who had taken her and some of her classmates hostage.

No one knows what it's like to have someone over there, and no one seems to try to understand or even care. In their minds, Israel is the big bully and Palestine is the sole victim, but things aren't that black and white. Hell, Israel negotiating for hostage releases is the only reason a couple of her classmates have come home.

Meanwhile, everyone online seems to keep preaching about how Palestine must be free and how they need to stop supporting this war while offering no real alternatives to stopping Hamas, even going so far as to say they are a bunch of freedom fighters who need the support. Sometimes the only options you have are bad ones... But you still have to choose...

I'm not saying what's happening to the innocent people in Palestine isn't a tragedy, or trying to just brush it off, but men who kill without reason cannot be reasoned with. I wouldn't wish this on anyone; knowing those monsters have her is a living hell, and not a day goes by that we don't hope and pray that they'll be stopped, just so my sister can come home.

Sorry for rambling, I just really needed that release. I've said my peace, I promise I won't bother you about it again.

Hey, I completely understand your situation. But we have to admit this is a sensitive topic for many. NOT forbidden, just sensitive. You can expect me to listen to what you have to say and even understand your perspective, but you won't find many people like that when it comes to this topic and that is just what the internet is like. Just because I am understanding you doesn't mean other people are, and they each have their own right to being exhausted with justifications of crimes on any side. If there's anything I've learned it's that pointing fingers in an argument is not going to get anyone anywhere. I am someone who has been trying to hear out both israelis and Palestinians because like anyone else, after oct 7 I wanted to get the whole picture, as you say.

But your entire discussion started with being biased instead of trying to show the whole situation. You started with saying "israel is not the bad guy" but also said "Hamas is a terrorist organization" and I want you to really look at the use of words if you want people to see the "entire picture". Otherwise you ARE going to get shut down. The entire point of starting an argument online is that you first have to claim you've tried to study the complexity thoroughly. Chalking it up to Hamas being a terrorist organization and justifying a genocide is not going to cut that.

I am completely against trying to shut down someone's grief no matter how big or small it is. Everything comes down to the fact that we are all human, we all have feelings and every life matters. I can only send my condolences to the family that's going through this first hand. First of all, if you are actually someone who has been so closely impacted by this, trying to show the 'bigger picture' on the other accounts instead of your own is ALREADY a pretty dangerous thing for you to do, let alone to the art account of a local tribal artist in the north of some little country.

Now I really want you to evaluate your situation. Your family is tensed, is grieving, they are beside themselves with worry. Just thinking about it makes me sad and I sincerely hope that everything safely gets resolved for you and hopefully everyone is safe. But can you seriously say that as soon as your family found out "oh, Israel is just trying to eradicate a terrorist organization by blowing up the very place where the hostages could potentially be" they were…. okay with it?

I understand what it's like. I understand and I care. I grew UP on the stories of people going missing, people being blown up, people getting martyred in Palestine. Trust me I understand what you are going through.

I will never try to justify what happened to civilians on oct 7. it is horrible. What happened on oct 7 and what has been happening in Palestine for years makes no one but the innocent suffer at the hands of evil powers. But you cannot, with all due respect, try to say you're showing a 'bigger picture' when you clearly failed to mention the entire history.

Everyone living in Israel knows they are, first and foremost, living in an apartheid state. It is not that difficult for anyone mature enough to see the situation around them and look up and research to come to that conclusion. And many Israelis have. And many have left. Because they knew what living being such a place will entail for them.

And keep in mind I am also NOT in support of trying to make any Israelis leave, who have documented proof of any of their ancestors being from that land and/or don't have second citizenship somewhere else in the world. I hold them to the same level of rights as I do Palestinians.

I don't need to get into overcomplicated finger-pointing and yelling. You can look up Israeli soldiers shooting their own hostages in Gaza despite them shouting in Hebrew and holding up white flags. And the army only apologized because they were identified as Israeli citizens. How does that differentiate the Israeli army from Hamas? I don't need to pull up multiple sources or proof provided by the Israelis themselves. They are already everywhere. What I've heard and what I've seen from October seven, I'm seeing more and more of it being done by the Israeli Army. So we need to be really careful trying to call one side a terrorist, because that will automatically mean calling the other side the same. Which is true. In terms of definitions, what's happening in Gaza is blatant terrorism.

If Palestine was an apartheid state, you would see me speaking out against them. If Palestine was a colonizer apartheid and the people stood up to fight back against a powerful army with resources far more than that of them, you would see me calling them freedom fighters, not terrorists. Because I did happen to read a little bit about the international laws. I do happen to be from a family with a history of armed freedom fighters.

So yes, I am incredibly sorry that this is impacting you mentally, I hope you and you family stays safe and united, but if the impact is making you say biased things, it's better to go offline, take a break from social media, and spend this time trying to pray for your family and spending time with them.

#asksss

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 year

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This is technically a continuation of this post!!

-x-x-x-

prohero!bakugou who's been gone on an overseas mission for months with no contact to those who he left in Japan

any down time he's got he's at least reading through the texts he gets

a few from his mom, a couple from his dad, maybe a handful from his friends about all sorts of random shit he may or may not care about

then he's reading all of yours. He'll read all the new ones, then if he's really feeling his Emotions(TM) he'll start rereading everything

he'll also catch up on his voicemails, even if he doesn't have very many because most people know he won't listen to them or he'll go into his mailbox and just start mass deleting

but he does listen and keep all of yours

i mean, why wouldn't he? he asked you to do exactly what you've been doin everyday since he left

highlight of his days honestly

he's convinced that its the daily messages from you that help keep him off the next flight home- it sort of eases the urge to just go back home

but he does the mission from start to finish and when his date back is finally set he's itching to get back to familiar sights, soil, smells and the place where you are

but even when he knows when he'll be home, he still has no jurisdiction to tell you that

he'd have to wait until he's on the plane back home or even landed before he could whip out his phone and speed dial your phone

when he's packing his bag for his return trip, he's never been so disorganized in his life

when he packs for trips, he always prefers to separate everything. all his shirts are folded, his pants are rolled for optimum space, boxers are neat with his socks, toiletries are sealed in a waterproof bag and placed as flat as can be

now?

he's thrown all his shit inside the case and made it fit by force. squishing it all down and pinching the zipper together

he did not care if the zipper busted- he was ready to go the hell home

the entire flight home he was jittery. leg bouncing, finger tapping, arms crossed

he tried sleeping to pass the time, but he couldn't seem to calm down

most of the returning heroes who were coming home with him didn't even try and strike up conversation to make the flight go by quicker in fear of him snapping at them out of sheer impatience

when the plane finally lands, he's first off the plane and first to bag claim and first out the door onto the familiar streets of japan

"holy fuckin' shit," he's mutter, finally feeling relaxed before whipping out his phone and texting you

-wake up-

it was the middle of the afternoon and he didn't know if you were even home or asleep, but it was the only thing he could think to say strangely enough

-you can text!!-

he chuckles as he pulls his suitcase along with him against a wall. standing in the shade, he's attention is solely focused on his phone

he's glad you responded so quickly

it's been so long he couldn't remember your schedule anymore or if it had changed since he left

-i can do a lot more than that-

without much more prodding, your contact was flashing over his screen and he waits maybe a second (if we're being generous) to answer and push his phone to his ear

visibly exhaling when you start talking

"katsuki!"

"you don't need to shout, stupid"

"i'm excited, don't shout shame me. where are you? it's pretty loud over there. meeting? are you supposed to be on the phone right now"

he chuckles at your skeptical nature- like he'd break rules on a big time job in the first place

he's not that stupid

"i'm at the airport, i'm not gonna get my ass railed for being on my own damn phone"

despite his cursing, you laugh

then you register 'airport'

"you're coming home?!"

"nah, babe, i'm already here. come get me."

"what?!"

he barks at the sounds of your rushing around the house, probably scrambling to slip on the easiest pair of shoes you have and a jacket

"i'll be there in like 10 minutes. 20 is traffic is bad!"

"the traffic is always bad"

"i'm hanging up!"

he could hear your excitement before the line cuts and he's grinning before he's sending small texts to his friends signaling his return

when he sees your car pull up to the curb, he's pushing off the wall he's been resting against and you're jumping out of the car

he nearly has a heart attack since you didn't look at the road before rushing out and car were just whipping behind you

"moron! watch where you're going!" he's shouting at you as you run up to him

his grip abandons his suitcase handle to grab you as you ran straight into his chest, clinging to him as he took steps backwards from your crashing impact

his eyes almost rolled into his skull at the feel of you in his arms again after so long

he was positive he'd finally be able to have a good nights rest tonight, he can feel it in his exhausted bones

you pull away from him just enough to look into his eyes and he can see the shine of tears in yours, his hands resting on your hips just enough to sway you back and forth

"welcome home," you greet him

"yeah," he kisses your head "i'm home"

and he wasn't going anywhere else anytime fuckin' soon

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou scenarios #bakugou headcanons #bnha scenarios #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #katsuki fluff #mha scnearios

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indouloureux · 2 years

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i’m not sure if you closed your requests again, and if you did then completely ignore or delete this if you want to, but i have a pretty large burn scar on my left side of my stomach that spreads to like,, half of my stomach and back, and was wondering if you could do something where joseph comforts the reader about it..? recently i’ve been able to wear bikinis only if they’re high waisted, but you can still see the scar pretty well which lowkey sucks.

sorry it’s really self indulgent but no one seems to want to write something like that :/

ah babe first off, i love you. second, i bet you look beautiful. scars are really fucking awesome. i have a burn scar on my right arm and at first i was shy to wear something sleeveless, but eventually i got used to it so don't be ashamed to flaunt them <3

"you alright, love?"

his voice startles you, and you don't realize he's been standing there since he got home five minutes ago. the hand on your scar leaves, falling to your sides and turning around to face him.

you know he's looking at your body — not just at your scar. at the bare exposure of you in your undergarments, comfortable with his stare from the disposal of boundaries formed long ago since the beginning. but your mind clouds with anxiety, that maybe he secretly hates it. that maybe he prefers looking at other women than you.

because if you prefer looking at other bodies than yours, then maybe he does, too.

"hey," you greet him. joseph takes a big stride towards you to greet you with a quick kiss before he's closing the curtains, which you forgot to do given the fact that you're half naked. "how was dinner?"

he untucks his shirt, unbuttons the first three before he's standing again in front of you, hands carefully settling on the curves of your waist. you feel the invigorating touch of his thumb on your scar, running up and down it's crevices.

"tedious," he says. "just the same old chatter as last month. they invited for drinks but, i wanted to go home to you."

you frown, feeling up the hair on his exposed forearms. "why? you should have gone. i'm fine."

"something's wrong," his voice is soft in concern. "i know because you haven't texted me an hour since i left. which you always do. and you haven't —" he nods to your phone, locked and unused on the side of your bed. "— responded to any of my texts. and i know how much you hate leaving things unread, bub."

you hate the way he knows you. how much he does. but at the same time you love that he has you memorized — shows how much he truly cares enough for you to enlighten your dark days.

the silent words of confirmation tells him enough that you'd been worrying about your scar again. it's not his first time reassuring you, but then again those times was when everything was still fresh, unseen. times where you thought he cared about it but he never really did, his love focused more on your comfort rather than his own.

joseph kneels, and when he does, his face is right on your stomach, nose just gently brushing over the skin of your navel. his hand comes up to splay just above your butt to pull you closer to him, and he leans up to press a kiss just in the middle of your scar.

"what's got that smile upside down lovie?" he murmurs into your skin, hot and burning, delicate lilts that send shivers up your spine. in an act of comfort do you run your fingers through his hair, pushing it up against each other.

"sometimes i think you wished i look different," you whisper into the silent air, quiet but enough for him to hear that he halters. "like, that even though you told me you're with me because of who i am, i can't help but think that you wished i didn't have this."

joseph swallows. "what made you think that?" a question laced in worried disbelief that he first tries to reassure you with his gentle, tactile touch.

"because i thought that maybe since i wished i looked different, perhaps you did, too."

you can feel the short breath of hot air into your skin when he scoffs, not at you but at what you had said. or maybe at himself, because he's thinking of the things that had happened, things that he's done to make you feel this way.

"i don't wish that you look different," joseph looks up at you, slowly inching up but not before he presses a kiss on your scar again, hands traveling into the burn scar across your waist and back. "but i wish you look at yourself the way i look at you."

you sniffle, blinking rapidly to transfer the tears into your eyelashes. you appellate his touch as your remedy; every salubrious caress turns every inner wound bound and fixed, but even then, it still doesn't heal the hateful wound you have towards the scar.

but his hands are different than his mouth — and he hopes what he says next heals that hatred and turns it into acceptance, because it pains him just as much to see you like this.

"you are the most beautiful person in the world," he whispers, leaning down to touch his forehead into yours. but ever the romantic, joseph kneels down once more, lips tracing the edges of the burn. "and this, is the most exquisite scar i have ever seen."

you can't help but smile, letting him venture his lips like he's tracing a map on your skin. "they make you look strong, because you are strong," he continues. "makes you look like a fighter. whether its your battles or mine. makes you look even sexier."

you take his face into your hands and lift him up. "even if i'm imperfect?"

"imperfectly perfect. yeah," he kisses your lips, gentle with a soft rhythm that settles in the air, coating you in his strong arms. "love you still and love you always."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fic #jospeh quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #blurb #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction

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slushglow · 2 years

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leosagi coming of age au blurb

Yuichi shrugs, and there's something distant in the way his eyes rove across the horizon; something blank and empty and a little scary, the way he won't look in Leo’s direction.

It reminds Leonardo of those months before Yuichi was hospitalized, when his best friend would look through him instead of at him, and it makes his guts churn with guilt.

He didn't recognize it the first time around. He's not making the same mistake again.

“Fuck, I'm sorry,” He tries to amend, scooting closer on the bench, hands hovering but not touching as he tries to gauge if his touch would even be welcome at all, “You don't have to answer that. That was really shitty of me. I–”

A hand wraps around one of his own suddenly, interrupting him into silence. He looks up to find Yuichi’s gaze already on him, steady and clear and there.

“Leo, it's okay.” Yuichi murmurs. His voice is as raspy as always, but it's gone soft around the edges, and the tilt of his mouth is kind, if a little uneasy. His fingers curl around Leo’s, warm and tender, and he squeezes once before gently slipping away, hand retreating to his own lap.

Leo feels the absence like a missing limb, almost, the crisp fall air a million times colder than usual. He swallows past the relief stuck in his throat as he settles his own hands back into his lap, resisting the urge to rub his palms together incessantly, nerves writhing in his chest like worms.

Silence prevails, for just a moment.

Leonardo tries not to feel like he's going to crawl out of his skin, lungs rattling between his ribs with every breath. He almost wants to ask if it really is okay, because from where he's sitting, Yuichi seems like he's spiraling all the same.

He doesn't remember there ever being this weight between their silences, cloying and choking them both with all the things left unsaid.

And it physically feels like there's a hole punching through his chest; the thought that something as simple as time apart has made them so unfamiliar with each other.

okay since more than three whole people liked my last post i will publish the blurb HAHAHHA if enough people r interested i might actually publish the whole thing somewhere but for now it's my brainchild and it's actually pretty heavy in terms of stuff it covers . basically it's a high school au where mutants and humans coexist so the boys r still turtles and usagi is still a rabbit etc etc but they're all just trying to get thru shit and high school is stressful and there's mental health issues and what not . it's leo focused tho but everyone has a big role, like his brothers and their family dynamics and splinter and their dynamics and yuichi and leo being bffs, etc etc . also should make it clear that this is my version of usagi still !! emo usagi peak 😎

it'll be from leo's perspective unless i feel like being crazy and giving yuichi or another character an interlude or something. the entire fic would only span about 4-5 chapters probably but my chapters r usually REALLY long . i used to write for other fandoms and my chapters were hitting 10-12k easy but i stopped publishing and deleted everything bc i was cringe and not free HAHAHAHA

tbh i've already got it all pretty lined out and know where i want it to go it's just the process of getting there and filling stuff up in the middle OUGGHHHH . i luv writing tho it's so much easier than art !!! writing is life on easy mode fr !! waiting for my art process to do the same 🤨🤨

UHHHH anyway very sorry for rambling again everyone feel free to ask questions about the au if u want even tho i have given u bare bones info and absolutely no context for this scene BAHAHAHA

#rottmnt #tmnt #leosagi #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #angst #angst with a happy ending #writing #blurb #emo usagi

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The Trolley Problem, Part 21

Steve is having trouble keeping it all together, so Tommy takes the lead.

ETA: Looks like I posted this at the beginning of December and just didn't make a note of it. And then in trying to correct for it, I deleted the old one. Good job, self.

This is basically the same chapter and I'll post part 22 soon.

(master post)

Carol latched onto Tommy’s arm. He was shaking. They were both shaking. Steve was on the ground having a full-blown breakdown and there were monsters in the woods. “Tommy, what do we do?” she asked.

Tommy took a deep breath and looked around. “We get inside,” he said. There weren’t any other houses within easy view, but Steve screaming like that could still bring someone over to investigate. “We get everyone inside.”

Between the two of them, with some help from the little kid, they managed to get Steve back on his feet and into the house. Tommy scooped up the bat that Steve had dropped and held it out, ready to use it. It was a creepy piece of work, with shiny nails sticking out at every angle, but it looked like it would do the job if the monster came back.

Once inside the house, Steve stumbled into the middle of the living room and sat down on the floor. He had stopped screaming but he still looked out of it, and there was blood running down his arm from the cut on his hand. “Okay,” Tommy said. “Carol, you get him patched up. Little boy—”

“Will,” the boy said. “My name’s Will.”

“Yeah, Will. Right. Do you have bandages and stuff?”

Will froze for a second, then nodded. He took off down the hall and came back with his arms full of bandaids and gauze and stuff. Carol sat down in front of Steve and started trying to talk him into showing her his hand. Tommy stood at the front door and kept watch.

He surveyed the damage to the front yard. Carol’s driving stunt had dug a couple of wheel-shaped trenches into the grass and pulled down the laundry line, but she hadn’t hit anything big. Steve’s BMW was parked just off the driveway. Both vehicles had their lights on and doors flung open. Steve’s engine was still running.

“Hey, kid? I mean, Will?” Tommy asked. The boy looked up. “Come here.” He got up and did as he was told.

Tommy pointed out the truck and the car. “I’m gonna go out there and turn those off so they don’t run down their batteries, in case we have to get away fast, okay? But, uh...”

“I’ll keep watch,” Will said. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a flashlight. “I’ll yell if I see it.”

“Good man,” Tommy said, ruffling his hair.

It took a couple of minutes to put everything right, because Tommy wanted to make sure that there was light shining on his whole path. He backed the truck up closer to the front door of the house, where it would be ready to take off if they needed to run. He went to check on the beamer next. There was a pile of hunting stuff in the trunk: bear traps and stakes and fishing wire and a big rubber mallet. Everything looked new. It wasn’t something that would’ve come from the Harringtons. Steve must have gone out to get all that stuff specifically.

He glanced back at the house. Will was still in the door, looking back and forth between him and the woods. The whole place felt tense and creepy. Tommy shut the trunk and the car doors and ran back. “How’s he doing?” he asked.

Carol was still on the floor with Steve. She had gotten his hand wrapped up tight, but there was still a lot of blood. “He needs stitches,” she said, “and he is freaked out.”

“Yeah, join the fucking club,” Tommy said. He crouched down next to Steve and snapped his fingers in his face. “Harrington, come on man. Get your head in the game.”

Will came out of one of the back rooms with a glass of water. He pressed it into Carol’s hand. “Here,” he said. “Maybe this will help.”

“Yeah, because I’m going to throw it in his face if he doesn’t tell us something useful,” Tommy said. He got up and started to pace as Carol tried to get Steve to drink some of the water.

“Come on, Stevie,” she said, trying to hide how scared she sounded. “Tommy, maybe we should call the cops.”

“No,” Steve said. He pushed the water back and blinked a few times. “No cops.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Tommy threw his hands up. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Harrington.”

Carol hissed. “Jesus, Tommy.”

But Steve was pushing himself up to his feet. He looked unsteady. Carol got up as well and made him keep his injured hand up high. Steve ignored her to glare at Tommy. “The cops can’t help,” he said.

Tommy scoffed. “Yeah, no shit,” he said. “They wouldn’t believe us anyway. That was some kind of fucking monster, right?”

“The demogorgon,” Will said in a tiny, solemn voice.

“What the hell is the demogorgon?” Carol asked.

“It’s something from his game,” Steve said. “He was just at the Wheeler’s house and they were going to fight one in the game, but then they had to stop.”

Will looked completely shocked. “Yeah,” he said. “How did you know that?”

Steve’s shoulders sagged. He stumbled past Carol and Tommy to the big armchair on the other side of the room and sat down. “Because I’ve lived it before,” he said. “I’ve done all this before, and I remember it.”

It took Steve a moment to get his head together, but then he told them about how he’d woken up one day in October with the knowledge of a bunch of fucked up things that were about to happen in Hawkins. His voice was shaky as he spoke. Tommy couldn’t help but pace as he listened. Will looked fascinated, and Carol kept biting her nails. She moved to sit on the couch next to Will and stare out of the front window.

“So we came here to stop Will from getting kidnapped by a monster,” Steve said at the end of his story. “And it just... I fucked up. It got Eddie instead.” His voice broke at the end and he snapped his jaw shut. He looked like he was going to start crying again.

Tommy rubbed his hand over his face and let out a laugh that was just on the edge of hysterical. “Yeah, this is just so fucking weird. Why Munson of all people? Why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve helped.”

Steve shook his head and didn’t bother looking up. “You wouldn’t have believed me,” he said. “You would’ve just called me crazy.”

“Oh, but Munson believed you?” Tommy scoffed. “I guess if you have something freaky happen, you go to the school freak—”

Steve was back on his feet so fast that Carol flinched. He grabbed Tommy by the collar and hauled him up to his face. Tommy gasped and had to go up on his tiptoes to keep the shirt from strangling him. “Do not call him that,” Steve said, glaring at him. “The word freak does not leave your lips again. Understand, Hagan?”

This was a different Steve from the one he’d grown up with. Old Steve could get angry, but he’d hide it behind biting sarcasm and mean quips. He didn’t threaten and he didn’t like to fight. This Steve had gone from distraught to cold and serious in the space of a second. He looked ready to rip something apart, and Tommy was the only thing catching his attention.

Tommy nervously nodded and patted his hand. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry man.”

Steve dropped him, and Tommy took a quick step back. “What are you even fucking doing here, Hagan?” he asked. He looked over at Carol. “Where did you two come from?”

Carol sighed and got up, going over to stand next to Tommy and face Steve. “We followed you,” she said. “It was my idea.”

“What?” Steve looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You said you were busy tonight, so we tailed you,” Tommy said. “We just drove around until we saw your beamer and then parked a block away and kept watch.”

“Yeah, then Munson showed up and joined you and we were, like, totally confused,” Carol said. “We thought it was a drug thing, but you guys kept talking. Then we followed you again when you drove off with him still in the car.”

Tommy nodded. “It was pretty easy to follow you, ‘cause you were going super slow. We just hung back, and you were the only car on the road. But then, going through the woods—”

Carol gestured at Will. “We saw Will fall off his bike, and there was that weird thing in the road following him, and you booked it so we just... We followed you.”

Steve still looked confused. “But why?” he asked. “Why did you follow me in the first place?”

“Harrington, you have been acting like a complete pod person!” Carol put her hands on her hips and huffed. “What were we supposed to do? Just let it go? No fucking way.”

Steve looked completely stunned by this and went back to sitting on the armchair. Carol followed him and grabbed his hand.

“You need to keep this elevated, dumbass,” she said, yanking it up to his shoulder. “Above the heart. Don’t you know anything?”

He looked up at her, and then over at Tommy. “You guys... Shit, you could’ve been...”

“You should’ve told us,” Tommy said. “At least tried to.”

Carol sighed and shook her head. “He’s right, though. We would’ve thought he was crazy.”

“I didn’t actually tell Eddie the truth until tonight,” Steve said quietly. Will got up from the couch and moved closer, sitting at the foot of the chair so he could listen in. “I told him it was a story so I could get him to help me plan how to fight the monster. He had all these great ideas... Then I told him it was real, and he said I was delusional.”

“But he still helped,” Will said. His voice was bright, a complete contrast to the rest of them. “He showed up with a big sword, like a knight out of a story.”

Steve winced and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, sounding like he was choking up again. “But I brought him here and now he’s gone. And he’s... he might be...”

Tommy shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “When did you even become friends with the—with Munson, anyway?” he asked. “Are you two buddies in the future or something?”

“No, it...” Steve slumped back in the chair, only keeping his hand up because Carol was holding onto his arm. “God, it’s so complicated. This thing isn’t just one thing. It’s like a whole world of horror and it keeps coming back. It’s all interconnected. The last time around, it killed a girl in front of him and he got accused of being a murderer, and then we were running around trying to clear his name and keep more people from dying and... Christ. We failed. A bunch of people died. Eddie died. There were monsters everywhere.” His eyes slipped closed and he covered his face with his good hand.

"Shit," Tommy muttered. He couldn't get over the idea of Steve keeping that kind of thing a secret. "But... Steve. You could've told us..."

Carol put her hand on his wrist. "Not now, Tom." She used the tone that meant he was focusing on something too much. He nodded and covered his mouth to stop from talking about it more. He and Carol would talk it over later.

#the trolley problem #time travel #stranger things #steddie #my writing

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dcviated · 6 months

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GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Bear/Will.

pronouns — he/him.

preferred comms — Checking in and quick chats over tumblr im are fine. But if we're going to get into plotting I'd much much much prefer to talk over discord. Because then I can refer back to the posts. Going through tumblr ims should be classified as a form of torture. Pour one out for all the stuff I've lost in there over the years.

name of muse — Which one?? I've got several. Some are 'mains' others are 'testing'. The big three as I see it are Wylan Rechtur- shitlord assassin. Raguna Glen- Farm sim protag. And Eira Kestrova- Bossy mom friend tsundere.

experience in RP — Coming up on 17 or 18 years I think? From starting out on forums to avatar games to MMOs, and now I'm primarily writing here on tumblr though there's a bit of forum and tiny amounts of discord tossed in. But the latter feels off to me. I always prefer more public venues with opportunities for sharing and prompting random questions and meeting new people.

best experiences — Here on tumblr, I'd say. I've met some great people and have come through with probably the best characterization some of these muses have ever seen. Won't get into anything too specific, but suffice to say I've kept some people around for yeeeeears for a reason!!

pet peeves / dealbreakers — I've got so many I'm worried for myself. But aside from the obvious lack of response or enthusiasm, unanswered memes and starters, it would be this: People that come to you for writing (repeatedly) while contributing nothing to the plotting or selection process. Anytime someone looks at you and waits for you to paint a picture of an interaction through a roster of muses and genres and then set it up while going "I dunno" to any question asked?

Guhhhh!!! Give me a break!!! RP is a two person activity. Especially when I barely know your characters. Try and sell something to me!

Another thing that's gotten to me in recent years is an over-use of meta commentary and referential humor. I do this sparingly with Wylan, but too much and you feel like you're on an episode of family guy instead of writing a scene or interaction.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — I am... an adventure and action and banter kind of guy. Which doesn't really fall under any of these categories. However, the preference would be fluff. Feel good stuff or anything that makes you smile. Angst, I'm not great at, and I've realized I don't care for it when it's sad or angsty for the sake of being sad. Give it purpose, give it a resolution of some kind. I don't much care for bad ends.

As for smut... I'm mixed. I like writing it but after giving it a shot again have accepted I don't much care for things after foreplay if it's in a thread. Headcanons that are lewd? Yes. Answering lewd/nsfw asks? Yes. But the back and forth is kind of eh.

I deleted my sideblog for a reason. </3

plot or memes — I like adlibbing. And I like improv now and then. There's a pitfall depending on the writing partner with plotting- and it's that you just talk about the plot and the end instead of letting it develop and having things happen. There should be some room for surprises and twists that nobody was expecting. Laying out the whole timeline piece by piece can remove the enthusiasm to.... write it!

Memes are a great way to get started with everyone, especially the situation prompts since it's a little more flexible. I find myself less enthused with contextless sentence prompts lately. And I may start reblogging less of those and letting the more fun ones get a spotlight.

long or short replies — Mixed. I can't novella on command anymore, but depending on the interaction my fingers do get away from me on lengths and what have you. Overall I prefer something in the middle. 400ish words feels comfortable, and conveys enough information without conversations stacking on top of each other. The longer a post goes the more often that seems to happen. And you can get into temporal errors where situations change on past conversations that happened in the same post and.!??!?!? Yeah.

I also do enjoy the occasional banter of one liners and shitposting. But it'll never be the focus of this blog. And is almost guaranteed to get longer over time to the point that it becomes a multi-para thread.

best time to write — When I'm not busy at the office. Quiet space with less things to distract me. I can get into a good productive mindset really fast and knock out multiple drafts in an hour. Feels great. Otherwise I think it's early mornings where I do the best on days off. Evenings are times of distraction, so much distraction.

are you like your muse — I put a little bit of myself in all my muses, otherwise I probably wouldn't be able to relate and make a convincing portrayal or conflict. Wylan used to have a lot more of my traits in the past. But he is far and above his own problematic beast now and I'm glad I don't have as much in common anymore jfc.

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess (thanks B) a chance for me to look scary) Tagging: whoever is inclined to do it :V

#dash :: games ooc

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icouldntfindquiet · 9 months

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Komaric deleted their account cause they were too busy to be a mod. I got confirmation earlier cause it was so sudden.

Nobody knows who the new members are besides those working on the album. I have my reasons to suspect the new musicians could be certain people but I’m not spreading speculation purely from my end. I’ll only spread things if it’s been vetted by those close to the band. Not going to speak about Benji cause it’s not my place to but it’s pretty clear where he stands considering all that’s happened. 😉 Sardy could be playing instruments on the album for all we know lmao.

I doubt Bondy will ever be back. Saying there were dysfunctional relationships is a pretty big middle finger. When music isn’t fun to play anymore it gets incredibly draining. It can really take its toll on people and their well-being if you don’t love what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. Maintaining a band is like maintaining a marriage. Definitely appreciative of all that’s happened though. Catfish will always be a massive part of Van, Benji, Bondy and Bob’s life. It’s the biggest they’ve ever been. So many musicians would kill for what Catfish had. Im very happy they all got the credit they deserve. Catfish as we know them will always be a great band.

Ah, thank you! Well he could’ve resigned without deleting his account but maybe he doesn’t want people contacting him. 😕

I’m curious who you suspect. 👀 Wait, what were you thinking for Benji? Is it a good 😉?? Don’t leave me hanging!!

And that’s true. I think everyone’s initial reaction to Bondy’s statement is that it’s a big middle finger to them but I actually find his statement to be quite professional and he was nice to say what the problem was. I hope they see it as constructive criticism rather than an insult. So on that note, if you don’t think Bondy will join the band, do you think they’ll ever be on talking terms again?

#talk

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eldritchships · 10 months

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Olesborn

Olesborn is a custom F/O I was gifted in 2019, by a user who remade and now is no longer active. As such, the original posts with his information are deleted, although I still keep Olesborn as an F/O. Here is the original information, scavenged from old screenshots and reposted verbatim. (Disclaimer: If the aforementioned user ever returns, I will gladly take this post down if requested).

Name: Olesborn (pronounced All-es-born)

Age: Alien ages are weird and it's hard to pinpoint exactly the year but he's most definitely a matured adult, perhaps even middle aged to some.

Appearance: A tall, refined, bright red alien with two sets of narrow yellow eyes. His hair/tentacles on his head always look slicked back to make him look more...noble? I guess? A couple rows of teeth. VERY defined cheekbones if that's what you can even call them. They look like they could CUT. His other sets of teeth are retractable and come out when he's threatened (or just scared lmao). He wears a cape and the mf collar is POPPIN. Wears a black vest over a button up and his dark red boots, made of scaly creatures from another planet, have got HEELS.

Occupation: A conqueror in the Sennox empire. He's basically the one that rolls up like "Your planet and resources look pretty good. It would be a shame if someone were to........completely take over and use your resources for our cause without much care for the people."

Interests: Talk shows, the finer things in life, clean sheets!!! And wandering around admiring his work. He likes to walk around and take jabs at his prisoners just because he's feeling arrogant.

Info about him: Olesborn was born on a very insignificant planet with insignificant farmers that did only just enough to sustain the population on their cold little blip in space. A lord of the Sennox empire stopped to demand food and noticed the boy, and immediately took a liking to his curiousity about what the Empire was all about.

The lord, convinced he would be useful, gave his parents an ultimatum. Give me this boy and I will spare the planet. There were no qualms from Oles' parents, much to his horror. He knew he wasn't the most useful to those on the planet, because he often got sick from the climate, and he pled that he could do better from now on. One less mouth to feed, the colony agreed. His fascination with the Sennox empire faded immediately and he tried to fight. He was taken without much effort despite his protests, and he was enlisted as the low of the low in the military. He then rose in the ranks through devoted work, and became a high ranking commander with his own fleet of ships, which now raze colonies for all they can give. He is saving his home planet for last.

Olesborn is arrogant in every way of saying it. He gets bored if a hero tries to talk to him and he just has them shot mid-monologue because he is so tired of them TALKING. He speaks in a very formal tone and uses big words to seem more intelligent. For the most part his subordinates think he's really smart, but officers his rank or higher think he's just pretentious. He gets really giddy after a battle he wins, so don't be surprised if he bursts in to swing you around and dance with you while he hums his own little victory tune.

HE HAS TRIPPED ON HIS OWN CAPE MULTIPLE TIMES IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. One soldier laughed and he had them executed with their own gun before pretending it never happened.

He's a stupid, affectionate man and would love to have you sit by his side while he holds you. If you pet his "hair" the little tentacles curl around your fingers because he's enjoying it. He purrs when he's being tended to affectionately, and will return the favour 10-fold.

HE LOVES [ELIJAH] A LOT AND WISHES FOR [ELIJAH] TO RULE THE EMPIRE WITH HIM SOMEDAY WHEN HE WORKS HIS WAY UP FURTHER

Misc:

His marriage ritual would be something similar to the one in Mass Effect where they partake in the bonding of the minds??? But instead of just becoming one for a short span of time, whenever your partner is in pain, you also feel phantom pains because of how closely you're bonded. It's really special!!! And probably comes from the same planet where he got his boots (Elvaron)

Sometimes Olesborn wears two sleeping masks for his two sets of eyes for bedtime. But he'll take them off if his partner's there, because he wants to be able to see them when he tries to sleep

He tries very hard to look smart and sophisticated, but toast popping out of the toaster would scare him so bad that all three rows of his teeth would come to the forefront out of momentary fear.

The man has this big glass dome in his throne room that has a door he can open. When it opens you can see out into space. He'll let his partner sit in his lap on his throne while he tells them about his plans, while the both of them look out at the beauty of space through the dome's roof.

He cannot cook.

#Starry Nights #I'm glad to have all this info somewhere easily accessible now! It was mostly in the mind bank

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burnitalldowndarling · 2 years

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Ghostwire: Redgrave

From an ask that I accidentally deleted and thus cannot reply to: “that prompt meme where you combine your most recent favorite thing with your current fanfic hyperfixation, please!” So anyway, here’s <strike>Wonderwall</strike> a quickie DMC + Ghostwire Tokyo crossover.

The demon’s remains vanished, swirling into sparkles and scattering amid a gust of wind, leaving the streets of Redgrave eerily empty once more.

“You’re kickin’ ass, kid,” said the voice in Nero’s head. “Like, wow. It’s almost like you were born to it.”

“Well, I kinda was, according to you,” Nero replied, with a shrug that Big D probably wouldn’t feel, and a quiet pleasure that Nero hoped he wouldn’t feel. It was nice, though, the way Big D’s impatient frustration with being lodged in Nero’s body had gradually turned into approval, and even pride in Nero’s competence. Sure, Nero had “the affinity” for demonic power already, down to a right arm that could manifest demonic armor and claws whenever he was being attacked. People either had the affinity or they didn’t; in that sense he had been born to it. But Big D had the affinity too, and his powers -- red-hot exploding ghost swords, rapid-fire “finger guns” that manifested bullets out of pure demonic power, enormous wings that enabled flight, more -- so dwarfed Nero’s own as to be on a whole other level. Nero had worked hard to make those borrowed powers his own, but the fact remained that Nero’s sister Kyrie would be dead already, without Big D.

And if that meant carrying around the disembodied spirit of a cranky middle-aged man in his head, and putting up with his terrible jokes, so be it. “That was the last Hellgate,” Nero said, looking around. They were on a rooftop in downtown Redgrave, surrounded by skyscrapers. Nero spied a few disembodied soul-clusters -- humans kicked out of their bodies by the awful fog being generated by the Temen-ni-gru -- and spread his (Big D’s) wings to go and fetch them. “Should we head for the tower itself, then? You said I wasn’t ready...”

“Nah, I take it back. You got ready, much faster and better than I expected.” Big D sighed then. He’d shared precious little about himself with Nero -- not even his real name -- but Nero had picked up enough clues during their shared adventure to know that the Temen-ni-gru would be a hard fight for Big D, in more ways than one. His own brother... well. They’d do what they had to. “So let’s go get your sister back.”

Nero scooped another cluster of souls into his katashiro, then tucked them away... and hesitated. He hadn’t yet asked the question growing in his mind, mostly because he didn’t want to know the answer. But... he liked Big D. A lot. And if, after this whole mess was settled... if they could get his body back... Nero chewed his bottom lip. Maybe...

“Kid?”

Nero jerked out of wishful thinking. “Uh. Yeah. Okay. Temen-ni-gru coming up. Let’s go kick that guy’s ass.” He spread their wings.

Maybe, yeah. But first they had an apocalypse to stop.

#devil may cry #ghostwire: tokyo #prompts #not long or complex enough to put on ao3 #hope that fulfils your prompt friend!#implied spardacest #my fanfics #fanfic

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babfabsfab · 2 years

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Suprêmes

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Summary:

Fictional lesbian lovers cut lemon into suprêmes for the Lemon Chicken Recipe and delete unwanted iPhone apps, organizing them into groups.

Text:

“Ugh! I could throw my phone into the pool!”

“Don’t do that. I just bought this special Vialone Nano rice for your favorite radicchio risotto. Come here, darling, what’s the matter?”

“I can never find anything and now I can’t update because I’ve run out of room.”

“Let me see your phone. You have all these apps wandering around. Do you even use them?”

“No, but I can never remember how to fix that.”

“Give me your phone a minute and I’ll show you.”

“O no. You’ll put Ethel Merman on my lock screen, again. Besides, you’re making dinner for everyone.”

“I promise I won’t add Ethel. Let me see… uhhhh. Okay, I know you don’t play this ‘Dykes in Dungeons with Drag Queens’ game. This is how you delete it – you hold your finger gently on the icon and the little menu will appear – pick ‘Remove App’ and confirm delete.

And to put the apps into groups, again, hold your finger gently on the icon – just wait – as I do when I rest my tongue on your baby-clit and I won’t let you come. When all the icons on the screen start squirming, you can drag one onto another similar app to create a group.

See, I drag your favorite game, ‘Is This Plug Too Big 4 My Butt?’ onto ‘Lesbian Scrabble’ and it makes a ‘Games’ group. Why don’t you clean up your screen while I finish suprêming this lemon.”

“What are you doing with that knife?”

“I’m cutting the flesh out of a lemon for my signature lemon chicken1 . You know I like it really tart.”

“Don’t you just squeeze the lemon with the reamer?”

“You think everything is better with a reamer. No. For this I cut the little filets from the lemon – suprêmes in French. It’s the same word for a chicken filet. I figured this out myself years ago and then I found out it was actually a thing.

You cut the ends off of a lemon, put it cut side down on the board and then cut all the rind, down to the flesh, off with downwards strokes. Flip the lemon upside down and cut off the rest of the rind.

Then hold the lemon in your hand and very carefully slice each left-hand section right next to the separation – go all the way around the lemon. Then turn the lemon around and slice the other sides. The suprêmes come out very easily or just peel them off the separations.

I ignore the seeds and take them out when I’m reducing the lemon in the pan.”

“Hmmm. That’s a lot of work but your lemon chicken is amazing. It must be the whole lemon that makes the difference. And I think you deserve a little prize for helping me with my phone.”

“Sweetie, I’d love that but people are arriving soon.”

“We have time, Patti and Trixie are always late. Seeing those suprêmes made me think of something else.”

“Diana Ross?”

“Uhn uh. Let’s move to the fainting couch. I’m sure you bought this lovely antique just for me.”

“Wait! My hands are all lemony.”

“Don’t worry you won’t need your hands. I’m glad you’re wearing drawstring pants. Ah. There you are – your suprême. Your big clit and inner labia look like the filet between the lemon separations. What was that iPhone tip about gently waiting for the apps to wiggle?.”

She wasn’t much for tech but she knew every hack for getting her lover to come when she wanted – early, middle, or late. Her lover’s inner lips already had that plummy purple color they got when she was aroused. They were like irregular flower petals or some kind of undersea flora, waiting for the current.

She love to start with the tip of her tongue at the opening of her vagina and more steadily up through the folds to the little bud. Her clit had a an extra softness to it that she couldn’t really describe but always found alluring. They didn’t have much time so she stayed on the path she knew would make short work of her climax.

From the vagina to the clit, slowly at first, then quickening. She felt the little ridges on the way each time. Her lover’s moans turned to tiny gasps, catching her breath each time the tongue reached her very sensitive clitoris. Her hips began to move up to meet the tongue – their favorite slow dance. She heard their friends pull up in the driveway outside and quickened her pace.

She focused her attention on the little bud in a relentless flicking rhythm, tempo presto, her musician’s training told her. Her lover responded immediately, involuntarily and tumbled over the peak with a burst of held breath, grabbing hair with her lemony hands.

“Damn, I’ve gotten your hair all schmutzy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the door. You try to wash that, ‘I’ve just been fucked’ look off or your face. You can take care of my suprême later.

Coming Soon:

Chapter 2: Making a roux and widgets on the iPhone home screen.

Notes:

1. BabFab’s Italian Lemon Chicken

I developed this method for classic Italian Lemon Veal / Chicken that I ate all over central and northern Italy. I like it tart - molto forte con limone. Serve with rice, penne rigate, or a side of mashed potatoes.

Serves 2

Ingredients:

2 Chicken tenders per person

1 Lemon per two (2) people

Flour for dredging

1 Stick Salted Butter - or unsalted if you prefer

1 Can Campbell’s Chicken Stock - or other if you prefer (about 1/4 cup per 4 tenders)

Method:

1 - Pound tenders or not. If they are pounded the cook more quickly but take up more room in the pan.

2 - Suprême the lemon retaining as much juice as possible, set aside in a small bowl.

2 - Dredge the tenders in flour

3 - Add enough butter to the pan on medium so that when melted, it creates a pool of about an 1/8th of an inch so that the chicken doesn’t stick.

4 - Sauté the tenders in a enough butter on just above medium until they’re slightly browned on both sides

5 - When just cooked, transfer tenders to foil (and wrap) or to a covered dish

6 - Add Suprêmes and their juice.

7 - Add chicken stock, about 1/4 cup per 2 tenders. Add more if you have a large pan or if the suprêmes aren’t floating

8 - Open the foil with the chicken and pour any juice into the pan, reseal the foil.

9 - Reduce the stock and the lemon, smashing up the lemon with the edge of a spatula or wooden spoon. Lower the heat incrementally as the sauce is reducing to avoid splitting. Don't rush this. It can take 5-10 minutes.

10 - When the reduction is syrupy, turn off the heat - completely.

11 - Add 3-4 Tablespoons of butter per 2 people or more if your pan is large. Stir the butter into the reduction with a wire whisk making sure to scrape all of the fond of the sides of the pan into the sauce.

12 - Return the chicken tenders to the pan and coat with the sauce. If the chicken is too cold, turn the heat on low, low and stir the chicken in the sauce till they come up to temp making sure not to split the sauce.

13 - Serve immediately with/over rice or pasta, or with mashed potatoes.

#Clitfun #Recipes #Italian Cuisine #Apple Tech

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lores-lacey · 2 years

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Hiiii!!! 💕💕

This is the beginning of a story I wrote for my 💖 Daddy 💖!

He wanted me to share it with all y'all! There will be a number of other parts when it's done! Here you go!

Part 1

When I was in high school, I became very into anal stimulation. I had first seen it in porn, a girl reached around while giving a guy a blow job and fingered his ass. The guy was big and cut, but the orgasm seemed to make him weak. I'd been jerking it for years and never seemed to have an o like that, even after I lost my v card. I had used fingers and some choice objects to play in that area, and while it started to feel good, nothing like what was described in the research I did.

I had had sex a couple times in high school, but it seemed more like right place right time than any skill on my part to talk to girls. And even then, I couldn't even begin to imagine asking a girl to do anything like that. And the Internet certainly didn't help with that. No girl was interested in my area and I didn't have the money to travel to the one or two that I did find to be interested. I certainly got plenty of unwanted male attention, telling me they had the magic dick game to unlock that kind of cumming.

Fast forward to college. Girls were always on my mind, but so was class. And even then, the obsession lingered. I couldn't even jerk off without something up there anymore; close, but no cigar. Finally, I started to relent. I started looking at responses from men, just a peak. A few seemed interesting, perhaps. The ones that were local and mostly not creepy, of course. They were nice enough, but easy to weed through. Way too big, either their cock or their gut, boring enough I thought they'd cum before getting it in, etc.

I figured it was a stupid idea and was going to delete the throwaway, but one response caught my eye.

"Same school. If you want a sissygasm, message me."

Obviously local, but the term "sissygasm" is what got me more than anything. I had read it before, but it didn't really resonate with me, not really who I was. But, that was so different from all the other guys. They didn't use any of those terms, they seemed to play it off that they were very straight and other than superficial similarities, there was nothing gay about our discussions. I thought originally that that was what I was looking for, but the matter-of-fact nature intrigued me.

"Hi. I saw your reply."

"when can you come over?"

"Oh! I was umm wanting to get to know you first???"

"U can call me Buck. That good enough?"

"Hi, I'm [I said a variation of my middle name]. So, what do you study?"

"I'm probably just going to call you Sissy. I don't get to know holes like you, I just fuck them. You said you wanted a sissygasm, and I know how to give them. Done it plenty. You can come over or not, but I don't need to play 20 Questions."

"I'm not a sissy."

"Whatever u call yourself."

"Okay."

Well, it could have gone better. Two weeks or so went by, but I couldn't stop thinking about how close I was. I'd been practicing for so long, I was sure I could take it, and what was the worst that was going to happen? I wasn't gay or a sissy, I just was looking for someone to find the right spot.

"When are you available?"

"Now."

"What about 2 hours from now?"

"Ok"

I didn't cum for a week so I'd be desperate enough to reach out. Two hours of almost having a panic attack later I texted and got the address. Turns out he was in my dorm, just a couple floors above. I nervously went up stairs and knocked on his door. Long enough to know he wasn't waiting by the door he answered. He was in good shape, taller than me, and just in his boxers. He looked unimpressed, but athletic. He opened the door and walked back into his room, not inviting me in, but expecting me to join him. I followed. Inside was a room identical to mine except the decor.

On the ground was a large cushion of some kind with a blanket over it. He sat down and was looking on his computer.

"So uhhh…roommate isn't a problem???"

"He basically lives at his girl's place. Almost never here."

"Oh… okay. So…"

"Just get on the floor, I'll be there in a sec."

I got down and just sat there, awkwardly.

"Strip. And get in position." He said, without looking up.

I slowly did, still feeling awkward but not minding he wasn't looking. Eventually I did get fully naked and got on all fours. He got up finally and got behind me. It took me everything I had not to shake. He slowly but firmly pushed my head down. I heard him lube up and he started to push into me. I had trained, but even then he was pretty big. I whined until he was in all the way, he stopped for a moment.

"Shhh…. it's okay sissy."

I ignored him, but started to moan when he began humping. It hurt at first but it changed to pleasure much faster than I had read about, or maybe it's just because I wanted it to.

"That's a good sissy! Daddy is going to fuck you real good."

Again I ignored him. He picked up speed and it was at this point I became aware of his hands, they had been on my hips the whole time since he had pushed in, but he was gripping tighter now. Not in a bad way, I just noticed. Something about them felt really nice, I was not expecting that.

As soon as that thought left my mind, I started grunting a bit…a sensation I had only felt a little of before started growing in me.

"No, sissy. Keep moaning. I know you feel it, but moan like a girl."

I tried to ignore that too, but he slowed down when I kept grunting, so I made sure to moan.

"Atta girl."

Soon enough I finally felt it. I shook and almost choked on my own breath, and I came all over the blanket… I felt… amazing but thoughts didn't make sense at that point. When I fully regained consciousness he had pulled out and was cleaning himself off.

"That…wow that better than I had expected…oh my god…"

"I know. I have a magic touch I'm told."

I was still reeling, but I noticed a new sensation at my ass.

"Did you…finish?"

"Uhm, yeah. That's kinda the fuckin point?"

"Oh, you didn't wear…right…"

I was so preoccupied with what I was getting out of it I didn't fully consider what I signed up for.

"Well, that wasn't bad. When you want it again, let me know. Just need you to clean the blanket."

"Huh? What?"

I was still foggy.

"I said, let me know when you want this dick again, but you need to wash the blanket."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? That's the price to keep getting this dick. You clean up."

I am getting dressed by now.

"I provided…didn't agree…I mean you set it out…"

"As I said, let me know when you are coming back."

"Okay, jerk. Not gonna happen. Whatever."

I leave. What an asshole I think to myself.

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