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ellieslob · 3 days

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★cheerleader x pervy!loser ellie

+warnings: stalker ellie, voyeurisim, dub-con???, a bit of degrading, smut

+ kinda inspired in she by tyler the creator and frank ocean, and bottoms, ngl

ways to help palestine!!!

REBLOG!

pervy!loser ellie staring from outside of your window, hiding between shadows and bushes, pressing her thighs together, trying to concentrate only on your moans, not on the disgusting growls your stupid junkie boyfriend was making, she was indecisive about taking a real look, or staying with only your beautiful sounds, either way, at this point, her panties were soaking wet.

god, she was pathetic,

to say the least.

one of your moans turned into a scream, a pornographic sound that went directly to her untouched and desperate clitoris, shit was almost throbbing. she couldn't help it, her eyes went further into the room, the bed squeaking as he pounded you, you were riding him, the reverse cowboy position only made ellie’s view more enjoyable, she could barely see something out of that piece of shit, not his stupid face, not his repulsive body, just his dick, sliding in and out of your abussed pussy. you were facing completely towards the window, towards her, your room didn't had curtains and still, you were comfortable showing your almost naked body, only your bra on, getting railed like a fucking slut and opening your legs for her, stroking your covered tits, brushing your clit so desperate, your littles whines of distress when not even that could bring your climax. ellie got fucking pissed, that dip fuck not only was making you do all the extra work, he wasnt even fucking you right, sure, he was doing the bare minimum, but she could see in your expressions that he wasn’t hitting the right spots at all, you were a crying mess and all for the wrong reasons.

your hand got tired and you tried to move a little, you finally opened your eyes and caught her, staring directly at you, her eyes filled with fear and horror.

fuck.

she should have stayed at her fucking house masturbating only to your instagram stories or something, shit, shit…

shit.

you weren't screaming or throwing things at her to make her go. you didn't stop moving, you didn't take your eyes out of hers.

you knew that little fucking weirdo, always stayed late at the gym and stared at every single one of your practices, but not to all the girls, no; it didnt matter how curvy, how showy or how pretty the girls were, she never looked at them, her eyes seemed to be glued to your body, the feeling of her gaze scanning when you bend over and tie your shoes, was kinda exhilarating, hearing her things fall and hit the ground when she noticed you were only wearing a thong, was definitely funny and her little coughs to try to recover from it? you had to admit they were kinda cute, soo pathetic, but kinda cute.

so when you saw that fucking pervy bitch hide by your fucking window again, like she had been doing the last couple of nights, you begged your stupid useless boyfriend to fuck you right there.

ellie saw your hands creeping to the lace bra, a smirk crossed your soft red lips, you threw the item directly to her face, she catched it in the air, and rushed to push it on her nose.

smelled fucking amazing.

“fuck!” those were the first words you had said in the last thirty minutes, you pushed your hips against the ones that were fucking you, ellie stood a little higher, eager, wanting to touch you, to actually touch you in the places you need her. you saw her hand slip down her cargo pants, your moans got higher, damn, at this point you seemed more desperate than her. “faster.” you demanded, the dumb fuck thought you were talking to him, but ellie smiled, and she moved her own hand quickly, bitting her lip, your hips started moving like crazy and your little shy and mostly acted moans became so raspy and loud, whines that almost sounded like cries for help.

actual tears were going down, you were almost drowlin’ as you kept fucking yourself roughly, shit, you were about to cum, for the first time in the night, ellie mouthed “your clit” and you reached it furiously, both of your hands were moving at the same pace, both of you were looking at each others lips, mouths opened lewdly, wishing you could reach them and kiss.

“fuckfuckfuck, yes baby” your eyes struggled to not get closed, you needed to look at ellie’s face, to her eyes being almost rolled out, her desperation, you wanted to keep that picture forever in your brain, but you were cumming hard, god, it was the best orgasm you have had in a long time, the brunette was a hot mess, all blushed and biting her lip to bleed, her hair was tangled and sticked at her forehead, her hand was moving briskly under her underwear and her brown eyes almost begging you to cum, so she could.

fuck, she was fucking sick

and still, you wanted her to be the one under you, so she could touch your nipples, play with them until they hurted, so she could edge you, so she could spank you and kiss you, put her tongue in yours while she pounded on you.

and you could hear her moaning in your ears.

“ellie!” you were dumbfucked, couldn't think about anything else but your climax and hers, that followed yours immediately, but at the same time your boyfriend heard you and looked instinctively at the window, catching a glimpse of the brunette´s face before she picked up her pants and started running.

“what the fuck, was that creep whatching us? are you okay? you must have been like super freaked out”

you blushed, covering your breast with your hands, trying to recover from the orgasm “yeah, it was… super fucked up”

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams headcanons #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #the last of us #ellie smut #tlou part 2 #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou

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miniimight · 2 days

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ur dad!sukuna has me on a chokehold and i don't even like that man

lol same, it really came outta nowhere. woke up one day and decided to make him a soft girl dad :(

loosely inspired by this

sukuna had never understood the need to celebrate holidays with family, much less getting together for no reason. and yet, here he was at your grandparents' house in the middle of the school year.

there were a bunch of kids, from toddlers like your daughter to the teenagers of family friends. sukuna made sure you handled all the pleasantries, save the occasional polite nod. he was convinced the only kid worth entertaining was his baby girl, who clung to him as she tried to adjust to the new environment.

she was quieter than usual, and he observed her as she pulled at her lip, turning her head into his neck when unknown relatives crowded you to congratulate you on your little family.

you and sukuna found a corner to hole up in, talking to each other while you sampled all the drinks and food at the party. soon, your daughter grew restless, wanting to go play with other kids.

sukuna watched her with deadly precision as she and the other kids brought out toy cars and dolls, driving them around on the city rug below their feet.

he had crossed his arms, only for you to wiggle your hand into the crease of his elbow seconds later. eyes still on his daughter, he leaned his head down a bit to show he was listening.

"i thought you'd enjoy the free drinks." you said.

he snorted. "i'd enjoy my bed right about now."

you swat his bicep with your free hand before hugging into his side. "at least baby's having fun."

he just hummed in response. "she's gonna want one of those stupid rugs."

you roll your eyes. "you know she'll forget about it by tomorrow morning."

his lips pulled up. she would. and he'd still get it for her.

soon, gifts for the kids were being exchanged. why? just for existing, apparently. you left sukuna's side to capture your daughter's reaction on camera.

your baby glanced at you as she was presented with the gift bag.

"go 'head, baby." you nod, and she ripped the tissue paper to shreds before reaching her whole arm into the bag. she pulled out a tiara, studded with gems and painted gold, along with a fluffy dress.

an immediate chorus of awwws echoed around the room as she held up her loot. she raised the tiara over her head, but didn't manage to get it to sit right.

"help." she chirped, waddling over and holding the tiara to you in her outstretched hand. "mama."

sukuna's heart squeezed at the sight, gaze following you as you retreated to the bathroom to help her change into her costume.

a few minutes later, you emerged, setting her next to your grandparents.

another wave of awws made sukuna's head lift from his phone. always watching, he noticed how his kid's wide eyes darted from unknown face to unfamiliar face. her chin tucked down, her chubby neck doubling up as her bottom lip pushed out into a pout.

he'd know that look from a mile away. he stood a little straighter, frowning.

at that point, your mommy senses tingled, pulling yourself from the conversation you were wrapped up in. "aw, honey, no..." you cooed, stooping to her level and trying to catch her eye.

she whined, pushing off the couch and shrinking under the crowd of people, wringing the hem of her dress as she walked through the crowd.

her eyes were scanning the room, looking up at every adult and getting closer to tears when she saw they weren't the one she was looking for.

eventually she broke into the kitchen area, locking eyes with her father and barreling towards him. sukuna crouched down, his arms spread to catch her.

as soon as she gripped him, he lifted off. "hey, kid. rough night, huh?"

she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arms hugging the expanse of his shoulders. he nodded and rubbed her back. "me too."

she raised her head abruptly and touched her tiara. her eyes so serious, as if she'd base her own feelings about her new stuff on how much her father liked it.

"yes, i see it. very pretty." he placed her onto the kitchen counter, smoothing the crinkled mess of her dress. his tone could be perceived as dry or near-monotonous, but his intention was the complete opposite. "my, my, were you ever going to tell us we were living with a princess?"

a toothy grin spread on her face, and sukuna was blown away yet again by the way he was able to make someone so genuinely happy.

"look." she started twirling around.

sukuna shook his head with a low chuckle. her spin was anything but graceful. he applauded her showcase, his back shielding them both from the noise surrounding them. a little bubble just for them <3

your hand rested on his back, signaling your approach. sukuna lifted his arm, resting it on your waist when you stood at his side.

you frowned as you studied your little girl. "you feeling okay, baby?"

she poked her tongue out.

"i'll take that as a yes." you kissed her cheek. "wanna get outta here?" you ask your husband.

"fuck yes." he grumbled, immediately slinging the baby bag over his shoulder and grabbing your daughter. you three were out the door in the next minute.

your toddler started screaming at the burger king y'all were passing on the way home. you gave sukuna a look, silently warning him not to do anything illegal in order to appease her request. as usual, he soothed you with a squeeze of the hand, pulling a jerky, very illegal u-turn across oncoming traffic into the burger king lot.

you sighed, your daughter giggling happily as the car came to a stop.

after you got your food, she placed the crown she got on her father's head. "princess." she said.

"oh?" you side glanced your husband, his glare unsuccessful in deterring you from snickering. you encourage your daughter, "yes, baby, isn't he the prettiest?"

"no." she looked at her father in disgust. "me."

"oh, my apologies. you are so right."

sukuna scoffed. "where'd you think you got your looks from, silly girl?" he crossed his arms, leaning back in the booth. he made no move to take off the cardboard crown, though.

you gave him a look. "i helped too??"

he grinned deviously and pulled you into his side, squeezing your hips. "don't kid yourself, doll. you didn't even try."

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #sukuna comfort #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen comfort

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oneforthemunny · 3 days

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YAY MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS GAME!!!

Rockstar!eddie, rehab, angst (because I have been think of this concept all day)

starting the day off strong with some angst! tw bc it does mention drug abuse and some darker kinda themes.

"Eddie Munson," Eddie looked up from the guitar he'd been strumming towards the nurse- no, the holistic helper at the door. They didn't use words like that here, not at this rehab.

"You have a visitor here." She nodded, giving a soft smile.

Eddie set the guitar down, tucking the pick back between the strings, following the woman down the long hallway of the center. The music room was where he spent most of his time these days. He'd tried hiking and the spa once he'd finished detox, but always came back there- his own oasis in his own personal hell.

"We're going to go back to your room for this meeting, if that's alright with you, Eddie." The nurse smiled gently.

"Fine with me." Eddie grumbled, his shoulders feeling heavier and heavier with each passing step.

Ninety days, it's what he agreed to. He felt better after twenty, but he'd finish it out- for you, for your girls, his family that he'd fucked selfishly. His stomach turned at the thought.

"And, there's no limit on this visit today." The nurse stopped before she opened the door. "So no need to feel pressured to rush."

Eddie's brows furrowed. It was Gareth, maybe Jeff, he knew it was. They were the only ones who came to visit him anyways. Still, he grumbled in response, turning the knob to his room. It was nice, a private suite that felt more like a hotel room than the prison cell it'd become.

"Hey, man, didn't know you were coming by today. I've been working on some stuf-" Eddie's breath hitched, falling flat in the air when he turned.

It felt nearly like a mirage, like he might have been dreaming, hallucinating that you were here. Here, on his bed, sitting too rigidly to be comfortable, arms wrapped around yourself.

"Working on stuff?" You hummed, eyes barely meeting his and he didn't miss the way you swallowed. "What kind of stuff?"

"Y-You're here?" Eddie croaked, shutting the door with a harsh snap. "Wha-What are you doin' here, baby?" Every bit of his being screamed to hug you, hands tingling and twitching- itching to feel you, to hold you.

You shifted uncomfortably, finger running over your ring finger out of habit. Eddie nearly threw up when he saw you'd gone without your ring, he wondered how long ago you'd stopped wearing it.

"Um, Gareth came by the other day to see the girls." Your eyes cut to Eddie at the mention of them, how his face nearly crumbled at the thought. "He told me you'd been doing much better. Told me you were scared straight."

"Yeah." Eddie nodded. He was frozen, unable to move, so he stood in the doorway. "I am. I-I..." There was a million things Eddie wanted to say. He wanted to drop to his knees, beg for your forgiveness, for mercy, for anything.

"He," Your voice cracked, turning your head politely to the side to compose yourself. So prim and proper, Eddie's heart leapt at the action- he'd missed it so fucking much.

"He also brought me your letter." Your lip wobbled at the mention, pressing them tightly together to keep yourself from bursting into tears. Ten pages, front to back, with scribbling, tear soaked, inked ramblings about his feelings- poured his heart out onto those pages. Everything he'd ever wanted to say in his entire life, there on those pages, his whole bleeding heart.

"He did." Eddie sounded relieved, shoulders slumping, rounding with the weight of everything he'd kept in for so long.

You nodded slowly, watching him carefully from your own perch. "The girls made you some things." Your voice shook with your hands when you reached in your bag, piles of drawing and scribbles they'd made for Eddie.

Eddie looked at the colorful papers, just a glimpse in your hand, choking on a sob that was tearing mercilessly through his chest. "I, um, I didn't bring them today." You barely met Eddie's eyes, hand smoothing over the construction paper. "I didn't think you'd want them to see you like this."

"No," Eddie shook his head, tears falling down his stubbled cheeks. "No, I-I don't. Thank you."

The air was thick between the two of you, an unsure uncomfortable feeling that left you both on ease. Eddie finally sobbed when your hand brushed his, passing the drawings to him.

"I'm-I'm so sorry." Eddie broke, teeth gritted, trying to swallow back his own cries, hand holding yours tightly. "I don't-I don't know why I-I fucking did that. Why I did it to you, a-and to the girls, and fuck- I don't know why-" Eddie's sobs choked his words.

You knew you shouldn't have, that you should have stood strong, colder and meaner. Your mind screamed at you to stop, but you couldn't- not when your own heart was shattering all over again. So you held him, arms wrapped around his torso, body moving towards his in that familiar way. Your puzzle piece, you two fit so well. His arms hugging you tightly, nearly crushing you into his chest like he wanted you to fuse to him. Eddie's face pressed to your head, wetting your scalp with his tears, nose rubbing into your skin babbling apologies over and over again, promises that he would keep, that you hoped he would.

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celesteleoves · 1 day

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“YOU ARE THE ONLY EXCEPTION.”

GOJO SATORU x reader

summary: after your students invade your privacy, you realize that you don’t want anyone in your personal space but you’re boyfriend is the exception

warnings: reader is very closed off to those she doesn’t like. reader is a teacher/was a student alongside satoru!!! fluff otherwise!

a/n: not proofread. this is so bad… send over requests pls.

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teaching teenagers is NOT easy.

technically, it is your fault. you agreed to this. you’ve spent half of your life basically being a mother anyways (to megumi, of course) so you figured this would be an easy job.

so, now you’re wondering as why you find yourself in this situation.

you’re students, who are the three first years, were caught stealing old photo books and souvenirs from your office.

how you know it was them? megumi is the only one that knows the code to your office as it is always locked for reasons like this. you’re assuming the two other thieves gaslighted him into letting them into your office, they always do.

the three trouble makers sat on your office couch, wearily looking around the room and trying to seem clueless as to why they were brought here.

“i like that vase… is it new?” the pink haired boy spoke for the first time in a while, trying to change the topic.

“don’t be stupid. i saw you put it in here the other day after breaking my other one.” you scowled as he nervously rubbed his neck with an anxious smile on his face.

“i’m sorry! we truly didn’t think you valued your privacy this much!” nobara yelped and you frowned.

“it was for a experiment!” itadori yelped and you fought back a laugh at his words as the other two teenagers looked at him like he was stupid.

“you guys know i hate everyone here besides my students and co-workers. don’t say that to anyone. i don’t want any stray wanderers ending up in my office.” you hissed as you watched them shrink back into their seat.

just as you were about to scold them once more, you heard a familiar pair of footsteps loudly making their way to your office. a tiny smile almost forcing its way onto your face.

the door slammed open, itadori’s face lighting up at the sight of his other teacher (their saviour, in this situation).

“gojo-sensei!”

the white haired man froze at the sight of his students in your office, he was only expecting you to be here.

“can someone tell me why they are in here? you hate people in your office, love.” satoru whispered the pet name as he moved closer to you.

you threw up your hands in exasperation, “exactly! i hate my privacy being invaded.”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize they would cause this much ruckus.” megumi spoke quietly for the first time, making your heart clench.

he had a soft spot in your heart, they all did, but they need a little scolding every now and then. they need someone to keep them under control… and to teach them about respecting people’s privacy.

“no, don’t apologize you three. punishment’s will be necessary though.”

their heads shot up at your words, tiling almost comically to the side in sync with each other.

your boyfriend had made his way over to your desk, plopping down on his chair and grinning secretly to himself as he watched this whole ordeal go down.

you unfolded your arms, sighing softly. “go train now, 40 push ups each please.”

you swore nobara’s eyes popped out of their sockets when you said that, her hands clenching both of the boys shoulders in agony.

“i’m going to die, why did you ever suggest this you idiot!” nobara started scolding yuji whos jaw was currently dropped to the floor at her words and yours.

“ME?! YOU SUGGESTED IT TOO!”

“I DID NOT.”

megumi groaned, dragging the two of them out of the room as you rubbed your forehead. you moved towards your boyfriend at the sound of the door slamming shut much to your dismay.

flinching at the sudden quietness and no longer loud teenagers echoing off your wall’s, you looked at your boyfriend. normally, he’d be acting the same way as them but he knows you don’t need that right now.

“they’re a lot, hm?” satoru hummed while pulling you closer, you slouched against him.

“sometimes they’re too much.”

“yet, sometimes you need them to take your mind off things. they got you to stop doing your paperwork for at least 4 hours.” he grinned as you looked shocked and worried at the same time.

frowning, you snuggled against him, his infinity being off just for you.

“i hate people. sometimes.”

“oh i know, don’t know how you put up with me!”

you chuckled, looking down and noticing the 3 bags of sweets on the floor. satoru was so thoughtful, he showed his love in the simplest yet most extravagant ways.

he grounded you, kept you from losing your mind. being by his side meant a life full of laughter and sweet moments, despite your jobs. you wouldn’t trade him for the world (or your students).

“you’re the only exception, satoru.”

a/n: bye wtf is this help. this is awful but whatever i miss my children bring them back gege.

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jinwoosungs · 17 hours

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{ 166 }

too sweet.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ you know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain | pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape | if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day… }

@nyashykyunnie said: HELLLOOOO. Since you granted me permission to request a daydream uhm… Jinwoo with a reader who hyperfixates on a lot of things! The fungi, the stars and most especially the sea!! Reader lovesloves whales and jellyfishes and sharks lots!! She loves the sea so much,,!!!!, She also draws a lot><!!! Art is her biggest passion most of all!! She’s like a free bird always so cheery and happy!! Loves all things pretty and cute! A very very childish reader who is just a ball of sunshine and energy!! Loves messing ariund with Jinwoo by putting little dabs of paint on his face heheh… And loves comparing hand sizes and cuddless><!!! Sorry it’s so long ueueueu

there were times when jinwoo sung had to wonder just how he got so lucky to be with someone as bright as you.

whereas he was the pure and true embodiment of darkness-

jinwoo was certain you were light personified.

everything about you was achingly sweet to the core-

too sweet, actually.

the moment he had fallen in love with you was one that happened so… naturally. that day, he had taken some time off in order to take his mother and sister to the nearest beach. he rented out a tiny cottage by the sea, giving them the perfect view of the ocean.

while his mother and sister spent some time walking on the beach together, jinwoo wanted to give them a chance to have the much needed mother-daughter moment they both deserved, deviating from the mainland beach when he sees rugged rocks with tide pools settled beneath the harsh terrain. he thinks about all the fascinating creatures that lived within such little pools and steps closer to the area.

however, the closer he got to the tide pools, the quickly he realized that he was not alone.

for settled against one of the rocks was a young woman that was sketching within the confines of her sketchbook-

it was you.

jinwoo was suddenly rendered speechless at the mere sight of you, taking a moment to admire the way your hair shone from beneath the sunlight. your cute features were turned into a look of concentration, with your lips pursed and your eyebrows furrowed in response.

as you inched closer to the shallow pool, you had somehow lost your balance and nearly face-planted within the waters-

had it not been for jinwoo’s quick thinking, making a mad dash toward you as he captured your frame within his arms. his eyes were glowing with amusement, fighting back a smile when he sweetly asks, “are you alright?”

jinwoo helps you safely lean back against the rock, with your hands gripping on tightly to his wrist before meeting his gaze.

not a hint of fear was seen settled in your eyes, and jinwoo found that he couldn’t look away from you. your smile goes wide as you eagerly introduced yourself to him. already mesmerized by your bright and sunny nature, he repeats your name, ready to introduce himself as well when you suddenly beat him to it.

“you’re jinwoo sung, i know.”

you know?

“that’s interesting.” jinwoo couldn’t stop himself from letting out a chuckle. usually, those that met him treated him like some celebrity or idol, getting tongue tied as they bowed down to him, stuttering out their greetings while avoiding his gaze-

but you-

you were oh so different.

your gaze met with his in an unflinching manner, with your lips tilted up in a smile that manages to make his heart pound in response. the more he looked at you, the more he could feel his heart becoming filled with your sweetness and light.

after trading pleasantries, he helps you down from the rock, walking along the beach with you while softly asking if he could see your sketchbook. you would give him a sheepish expression, your cheeks being filled with heat before giving him your sketchbook as you told him your sketches “weren’t much.” as he flips through the pages, you were clearly downplaying your talents as each and every sketch was filled with a vibrancy he had never seen before.

but that all changes when jinwoo sees a sketch of himself hidden amidst the pages.

your gasp and the way you immediately tried to take the sketchbook away from him was amusing, with jinwoo holding the book up high, his eyes glowing while they took in the sight of the drawing you had made of him.

from the soft expression to the way his hair was carefully layered, jinwoo couldn’t help but feel a hint of pride, seeing how pretty you had made him.

“beautiful…” after ensuring that your sketch of him was burned into his very memories, he returns it back to you, basking in your shy expression and the way you suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze.

“you weren’t supposed to see that. now, i’m sure you find me… strange, right?”

yet instead of teasing you further-

he asks you out on a date later that night.

and the moment you accepted his offer for a date-

the rest was history.

a single date meant as a simple thank you for allowing him to see your sketches turned into something a bit more frequent; a bit more permanent.

jinwoo would find himself spending every weekend to visit you, allowing the seemingly simple and innocent crush to grow into something much deeper.

and truly, how could he not fall in love with you?

each time you spoke passionately about your interests-

(of the sharks and colorful jellyfish that lives within the crystal blue depths of the ocean;

of the strange mushrooms seen growing within your backyard, seeming to have a life of their own as they lengthened and grew beneath the emerald green grass;

of the constellations seen shimmering within the night sky from beneath the light of the full moon…)

never once did jinwoo get tired of hearing your musings and rants that pertained to your current hyperfixations, and more often than not, he would find gifts for you that further helped strengthened your love for each and every one of your interests.

(an encyclopedia for the ocean creatures and various fungal life; a book that goes into each legend of each constellation seen within the night sky and a telescope…)

in jinwoo’s eyes, no gift was ever too much for you. for you were the sole person that stole his very heart at first sight.

when he finally put a label on his relationship with you, he swore he would never forget the look of utmost joy within your eyes. your sweet voice would call out to him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, already planting a kiss against his parted lips.

a choked sound of surprise escapes from jinwoo, making you gasp as you quickly pulled away from him. a slew of apologies were heard coming from you-

and jinwoo wasn’t having it.

with a grunt of your name, he keeps your head still before diving in for another kiss, basking in the way you momentarily let out a gasp before practically melting against him. in mere seconds, jinwoo quickly became addicted to the soft and sweet taste of your lips.

already so enamored with you, he pulls away from you, only to murmur against your lips, “you’re too sweet for me… but… i have a feeling i could get used to your taste…”

it came as no surprise when jinwoo decided to move in together with you, not being able to handle a single moment spent separated away from you. each and every day was spent in an almost blissful manner, with the s-rank hunter cherishing each and every part of you.

and tonight was no different.

for your one year anniversary, jinwoo had taken you back to the beach where you had first met, preparing a home cooked dinner that consisted of all your favorite foods. after your meal, you had laid against jinwoo’s chest while resting on the blanket, simply enjoying the colors that seemed to set the sky aflame while the sun began to set over the horizon.

jinwoo’s eyes were closed, simply basking in your warmth and the way the setting sun had painted his whole world in hues of a gentle twilight. while he was resting, he could feel your hand inching closer to his as you carefully held on to it. jinwoo could feel a smile begin to spread across his full lips as you flattened the palm of your hand against his, clearly measuring the size of your hand in comparison to his.

a soft chuckle escapes from him, “sarang, silly love of mine, just what are you doing?”

he opens up one eye to look at you, a half-smile painting his handsome features as he allowed an arm to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest as he remained laying down. basking in your giggles once more, he feels his heart began to race again the moment you lean down to press a kiss against his chest.

“i love you so much, jinwoo.”

“heh, i love you more, sarang.”

jinwoo presses a kiss against your hair while letting you play with his hands. he watches you with adoration, seeing you pick up his hand before interlocking your fingertips together. a wide grin paints his features when he gives your hand a squeeze before turning you around so that you were now settled with your back against the blanket.

your breathing comes out as gentle giggles, and jinwoo takes this chance to press several, audible smooches against your features. the more you let out those melodious sounds of your laughter, the more he kept littering your face with those achingly sweet kisses.

jinwoo successfully distracts you, and you couldn’t help but frown when you felt a sudden weight against your left ring finger. catching your shocked expression, he allows you to sit up while looking at the ring settled against your finger.

it was an incredibly cute and endearing ring, with your favorite gemstone shaped into a heart as you met jinwoo’s gaze, eyes going wide with your lips parted in response. “jinwoo… what’s this?”

“a promise.” his reply comes out as hoarse and shaky, taking your hand as he presses a kiss against the ring he had just gifted you. “i know it feels… a bit too soon to propose any… ah… commitment. but still, i wanted you to know that i’m completely serious about you.”

“this ring will serve as my promise to you… of what is to come.”

with a choked sob of his name, you lean forward to kiss him once more, perfectly slotting your lips against his as jinwoo kissed you back with just as much passion.

jinwoo knew right then and there that he had made the right decision of keeping you; for you were (and always will be) his sole light.

a.n. - when kyunnie made a second part to her most gut wrenching angst, i was so elated and happy that i wanted to write / make a daydream of hers come true. i hope i wrote your daydreams well enough! 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader

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let's do this again sometime.

i've never had sex in a car before.

Natalie Scatorccio

let's do this again sometime.

i've never had sex in a car before.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

The car shook lightly when Natalie plopped back into the passenger seat, a soft grunt escaping her followed by a breathless laugh as she glanced in (Y/N)'s direction, her cheeks lightly flushed and skin glistening with sweat. The dark makeup she always wore had smudged around her eyes, making the color of her eyes pop more. She fumbled with her bra, adjusting the straps over her shoulders and craning her arms to reach around to clip the back. (Y/N) rolled the fogged window down, letting the heat escape the car and allowing the cool night air to slip inside, raising goosebumps along his skin as he pulled his jeans back up.

"I've, uh..." Natalie began, finally clipping her bra on and running her fingers through her messy bleached hair. "I've never had sex in a car before."

"Yeah? How's your head?" He asked, reaching down to search the floor around his feet until he located her shirt, handing it over and watching the blush darken.

Sticking her hands through the arm holes, she shrugged. "Haven't had any complaints yet." Natalie grinned wolfishly and slipped the shirt on, adjusting it until it sat straight on her body before she slumped back against the seat. (Y/N) rolled his eyes at her response and shook his head, turning the engine on and feeling the car rumble to life.

"Didn't mean to rip your tights." He said, hooking his finger through one of the holes in her fishnet tights and gently tugging on it. Natalie swatted lightly at his hand, rolling her eyes this time and clipping her seatbelt in.

"It wouldn't be the first time." Natalie sighed, running her hand over the large hole where her tights had ripped near her calf. They had another, smaller hole near her thigh, though the place he'd torn them couldn't be so easily explained away with a lie about tripping. She reached for the radio, fiddling with the dials until she found a station playing rock. "Have you... done this before?"

"Done what?" He asked, reversing out of the secluded spot by the forest and driving out onto the street. Natalie toyed with the ends of her hair, eyes focused on the road. "Sex in a car or in general?"

"Offered to drive a girl home and then had sex with her in a car." A grin toyed on Natalie's lips but her eyes flickered around too nervously to make her confidence real. (Y/N) glanced at her, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel.

"I haven't hooked up with any of the Yellowjackets if that's why you're asking. Misty tried, I think... it was weird. My brother asked me not to, anyway. Said it could 'create unnecessary drama.'"

"Yet here you are."

"Yet here I am." (Y/N) echoed, his chuckle mixing with her laugh. "Don't tell him we did this, by the way. I don't think he'd ever get back in the car if he knew, and I definitely don't need another sex talk. The one my parents gave me was enough."

"My lips are sealed. Coach Scott won't hear a word about this." Natalie smiled, a certain relief etched on her face. She relaxed, nodding her head along with a song playing on the radio, something from a band she often listened to. Nirvana, or something along those lines. Her fingers moved down from her hand and began running over her tights.

"What's up, Nat?" (Y/N) glanced at her, slowly releasing his foot from the pedal when the light in the distance turned red. Natalie pursed her lips slightly and turned toward him, her eyes studying his face before she spoke with a hint of nervousness in her tone.

"Let's... let's do this again sometime."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x male reader #yellowjackets x y/n #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x male reader #Natalie Scatorccio x you #Natalie Scatorccio x y/n #ben scott x brother!reader #coach scott

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Title: The Ocean's Whisper

Pairing: Merman Chris x Human OC (Violet Carter)

Synopsis: Violet wants to end it all but the last minute is saved by the mysterious man who she hasn't seen in her town till that night.

Warnings: fluff, eventual smut, angst, sea monsters, and much more

THIS IS NOT COMPLETE

I have had enough of people. Their comments. Their stares. Their whispers loud enough for me to hear. They want me to suffer? Fine. I'll suffer. Wiping away the tears from my cheek, I look into the darkness of the ocean below me. A soft breeze runs through me as I try to come up with a solution. The waves, the ripples in the water, would it take me away with it if I was in it?

Letting out a deep breath, close my eyes and let myself submerge in the freezing water but somehow, it's a relief. I feel lighter. Stress free. Maybe now my mom won't have a daughter to compare others to. Maybe this is best. For me. For others.

I want others to forget me.

I want to forget.

Black.

Fins. Tail.

What? Why do I feel someone pulling me back?

"Come on," the voice says as the sudden constant pressure on my chest forces me to take a deep breath, coughing out water.

Taking a few breaths, I finally look up to the person who 'saved' me. "What...."

It's a man. Black hair, brown eyes, water dripping from his hair and face, such luscious lips. Shirtless? "Why did you do that?!"

"I saved you! You were drowning!" The accent coming from this guy had my lady bits screaming. Now is not the time, Violet. "If I hadn't gone in time-"

"I didn't ask you to save me!" I spat out.

He blinks at me, perplexed. "Wait, you wanted to die?"

I hold my head in my hands. It was going so perfect.

"But why?"

I look up. Where had he come from? I haven't seen him in my town before. Was he new? "None of your business like you," I air quote the next word," 'saving' me was none of your business."

"But those things would've eaten you alive."

"Come again?" What is he on about?

"You didn't see them because you're not..." He suddenly stands up and looks towards the ocean. "It's here."

"What's here?" I asked.

"Tristan."

"Who the hell is Tristan?"

My question was answered as a low, deep rumble cry vibrated through the air. It was almost like it was announcing it's presence. Then I saw it. A tentacle. A very long on. Then another. And another. "What the fuck is that?"

He swivels towards me. "You can see it?"

"Uh, yeah? It's almost like a gigantic squid!"

Then he smiles. His pearly whites on display. And the dimples? I almost tripped....on air. "You're the one everyone has been talking about!"

"Uhh....come again?"

He grabs my arms, I'm suddenly feeling warmth from his smooth hands. "And I saved you! Okay, I need to head back to report and tell them I found you. Oh man, they're going to be thrilled-"

The tentacles of this Tristan seemed to be getting closer. "I'm sorry, but who are you? What is," I point towards the sea," that? Am I dreaming?"

"That is a Kraken. My name is Chris."

"A Kraken."

"Yup yup," he nods.

"I'm dreaming. Or dead." I pinch my arm, hard. I flinch in pain. "What the fuck?"

Chris suddenly grabs me by the shoulders making me face him. "Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"I need to take you to the council. But in order to do that, I need you trust me."

I raise my eyebrow. "What does that have to do with me trus-mmpfh" I blink as I'm cut off by a pair of lips on mine. I punch at his chest but holy, why is he so strong? And his lips.....I find myself melting into the kiss, tilting my head for better access.

Reality comes crashing through me and I push him back with all my might. "What are you doing?!"

Then I feel it. The waves of the ocean.

Then I hear it. The murmurs of people from the market behind us.

I touch my neck. "What did you do?" I feel it again, the 3 slits on each side. Almost like fins.

"They're temporary. But necessary. You need to come with me."

To be continued....

A/N: soooooo what do you think?

#bang chan #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #chris bang #bang chan fanfic #fanfic #stray kids #bang chan merman #merman #sea creatures #skz fanfic #skZ

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liyev · 3 days

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takanobu aone.

the name of the main pillar in date tech’s “iron wall” defense. a man of six feet of stoicism and seriousness — yet, if there was a word for what laid beneath the surface of his permanent frown, it would be home. every inch of his being houses gentleness that the earth envies, as if he had stomached snow and took only its softness then melted into the sight of you.

his hands have been calloused — trained to tower over those who dare score on his side of the court, like a shield. it also serves as a place to return to in times of need; a safe hiding place from everything that is all too cruel for you and your sweet self.

he is determined to make you feel safe despite the way he presents himself to be. that a certain gentleness can be known to a man renowned to be six feet of power and intimidation.

aone tries showing his kind heart into more of his actions (he keeps his hands in his pockets for longer in cold weather so that once you come along, they’ll be warm for you to hold) — and on some, perhaps a bit more special occasion, he talks more and more for you (he got into reading poetry to convey how much he loves you because his own words that he could come up with weren’t enough).

as much as he focuses on scoring aces in games, he devotes himself just as much when it comes to you. whenever you find yourselves in a packed train, he keeps his pinky finger twined with yours while protecting you from any slip ups or harmful intentions from others. he lowers his shoulder towards you whenever you fall asleep, providing you a place to rest if you ever get sleepy on the ride home.

there are many things that intimidate you — but his name is not one of them. takanobu aone means to be true and tranquil. like a home, a place of rest — a moment where one is allowed to be soft.

that is what he is.

that is what he means to you.

an — SHOUTOUT TO MY CLASSMATE SELINE FOR PROOFREADING AND EDITING THIS FIC 🔥🔥💥💥☝️ SHE WORKED HARD N WAS SO PROFESSIONAL AT IT FR ❕❕❕

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #aone takanobu #aone x reader #haikyuu aone #aone fluff #x reader #( writing )#( haikyū!! )#hq #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq imagines #haikyu imagines

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lookingfts · 21 hours

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Omgomg, please have Anthony remind Kate of their new agreement next time she's obviously wanting him to make a move. He literally won't touch her without her explicitly saying what she wants 😈

*sexy snippet below*

Kate was practically vibrating out of her skin. Anthony's arm was chastely around her shoulders as they watched the film, his fingers idly playing with the ends of her hair. In the past, when they'd found themselves in a similar position, Anthony's hand would wander lower and lower, teasing her, until he was toying with her nipple, drawing those little noises from her that she never made for anyone else.

But he was sticking to his new agreement, a perfect gentleman. He still touched her, often - a stroke of his fingers against her cheek, an arm around her waist, a soft kiss in the morning when she woke up to find him admiring her. And Kate liked those little displays of affection, as well. But she ached for more.

If you want me, you can have me. It wasn't like Kate hadn't seduced him during the course of their arrangement, but it was easy to be confident when he was all over her, all the time. This was something new and a little nerve-wracking.

"You think very loudly," Anthony said, sounding amused. "What?"

Oh, for fuck's sake. Why was this so hard? They were wildly attracted to each other, and he had hired her pretty much specifically for the purpose of fucking her. She was just unused to asking for what she wanted. To getting it.

"Anthony." Her voice was a little shaky, and he turned to face her, surprise in his eyes. His hand settled against the back of her neck, and Kate almost moaned at the contact, at the way he would only need to tighten his grip to make her submit. "Please."

His expression darkened. "Please what, baby?"

"Don't make me say it."

"You have to," Anthony tutted. "I promised not to touch you unless you asked me. So ask me."

She was so wet. It was uncomfortable, arousal soaking through her knickers and making them cling to her skin. "I don't know-."

"Ask. Me," he goaded, his hand growing firmer around her neck.

"I want you to fuck me," Kate breathed, the words coming out in a rush. "I want you to bend me over the table, I want you to make me come until I can't take it anymore, please."

Anthony looked inordinately pleased, digging his fingers into her thighs and yanking her towards him a little roughly. "There you go, sweetheart. Was that so hard?"

#sugar baby au #bridgerton #kanthony #asks and answers #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton fic #sugar daddy au

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This bitch makes me go from Asexual to Doubtsexual, so here is my take about how, imo, Melinoe and Zagreus can properly meet each other.

Hades sits upon his throne, finally feeling a bit of relief. His heart beating slowly, tension disappearing into the air. There is still a lot to be done, a lot of things to be put in place.

Some of the gods are still trapped, unable to break free of the chains which Chronos and his minions casted upon the realm. But, even so. With much arrogance, the Titan stated that his chains are not to be broken by any godly creature. Yet, Melinoe found a way. Her stubbornness, combined with wit, sharp mind and compassion promised to bring a beam of light into this dark world in it's worst times.

House of Hades stands strong still, among the demon spawn who try to brake in, desperate to free their master. In the dark depths of the Underworld itself, somewhere where only Chaos may reach, stands a prison, which now serves as a permanent place of rest for the Titan of Time himself. Chronos screams into the void, but only turning it to the music of victory for one young goddess.

She stares into the darkness. Not scared, joyous or sad. Tired, but satisfied. Her purpose, her life-long dream of vengeance. Finally coming true before her own eyes, by her own hand. A feeling, sweeter than anything nectar could provide, lingers on the tongue. It's not how Melinoe imagined it, but she can't complain. If the fates so decided, it's not her place to argue about the taste of her triumph.

The goddess stretches herself, rubbing her hand and turning around. Coming out of the pits of the Underworld, feeling a hard floor under her burning feet, Mel lets herself adjust again, before making a few steps forward.

Hades, already deep in his work, notices his daughter. He feels her more than sees her. Turning his head, the God of the Dead looks at her with a hint of soft expression.

— Are you feeling well, Melinoe?

— I'm quite well, father. Just...Tired, i suppose. There is still a lot of blood of the Surface running through those veins. I need to adjust, heal. But all will be fine, I know it. Nothing shall stop me from completing my quest.

— Don't rush, daughter, — Hades sighs, his face shifting into slight concern. — You shouldn't go at it alone. Now, that you have support of the House, of Hekate and your associates, you shall lean more into their help. I think they'll be happy to oblige.

— I think I shall choose my own path in regards to finishing off Chronos' forces. But, thank you for the concern, father. I really should let myself breathe out for a bit.

Hades puts his hands against the table. Melinoe adjusts her hair, going further into the House. Something always rings, sounds and bangs in here. Souls moving along, some of the workers getting head first into their work. Melinoe goes out of the way, going towards the river Stix.

A pair of green and red eyes look at her from the reflection. Mel leans into the railing, as if trying to ask something of the red water. She listens. And it answers.

Hearing a faint whisper, guiding her up the stream, Melinoe hesitates. Another one of Chronos' tricks? Doesn't seem like it. The titan shouldn't have such an influence on the realm to affect the waters of the Stix to such an extent. Thinking for just a bit, Mel braces herself, closes her eyes and lets her body fall into the water.

Hearing distant gasps, the princess looks around. If feels...Like home. The water doesn't reject. It embraces, with all the arms of the dead swimming through. Melinoe holds her breath, trying to hear the whisper again.

It catches up to her. Louring her away. Feeling like she has to catch a breath, the goddess sees something familiar. A figure frozen in time. It holds up a sword, as if it's trying to fight an unseen foe. Opening her eyes wider, Mel reaches out. Further and further in, the water becomes thicker. It almost stops, barely holding on. Melinoe makes a final effort to grab the silhouette, her fingers holding onto their clothes.

Suddenly feeling herself being pulled up, Melinoe swings the frozen body into her arms.

Stix spits them out in a flash, with goddess gasping for air and coughing out the red liquid. Catching her breath, Mel sits up, trying to fill her lungs with the much needed cold air of the Underworld. Turning around, taking in another breath, she opens her eyes even wider, flapping her wet eyelashes.

Zagreus, laying on his back, stares into the seeling, as if he's trying to understand if it's another part of his endless dream. Melinoe goes closer, leaning over the god of blood. Zag rubs his eyes open, seeing a mirrored pair of red and green. Mel gifts him with a very soft smile, knowing exactly who she's staring at.

— Who is this water-drenched goddess, if I may ask?

— Your little sister, I suppose.

— You seem a little too big to be a little sister.

Melinoe laughs. She smiles just like their mother does. Zag pauses for a second, seeing Mel's beautiful, relaxed face surrounded by lights, created by fire lamps.

— Silly.

Mel leans closer, leaving a gentle kiss on her older brother's forehead.

#hades 2 #hades ii #hades game #hades supergiant #zagreus #melinoe #melinoë #those two are living in my head rent free #give mel some family love #poor thing can't even joke properly #death to chronos #hades

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Hands Of Love — Catelyn Stark

Summary: As a house loyal to the Starks, your father sends you to Winterfell to comfort a grieving Catelyn, and you decide to stay indefinitely, planning something special for Catelyn’s first name day without Ned.

Word Count: 1,921

Warnings: Mentions of grief, mostly fluff, and a little bit of spice towards the end

The news of Ned Stark’s death traveled quickly across the houses of the North, and as it made its way to White Harbor, Lord Wyman Manderly knew that he must do something for his widow Catelyn and their children. Yet what he could provide for them, he did not know.

A soft knock came on the door just as he was rereading the message. He was briefly cheered to see your face, his darling, kindhearted daughter. To you, he relayed the news. “Send me, father,” you instantly offered. “I am able to look after the widowed Lady Stark and keep watch of her children in her time of grief. It would be a sign of good faith to give her aid, would it not?”

Your father smiled at your generous offer. You were a clever girl, and you were very much right in this matter. It would be a noble gesture indeed.

He’d sent a raven that night, to give word to Winterfell that you’d be arriving and you were set off at sunrise the very next morning. The journey took you nearly twelve days to complete, and you were happy when the ride was over. As you prepared to greet Catelyn, you pinched your cheeks and blinked your eyes rapidly a few times in order to try and feel —as well as look— more awake. It felt as if your efforts had been at least moderately successful.

When Catelyn, and those of her children who remained with her in Winterfell approached, you bowed your head and curtsied.

“Young Lady Manderly, your father said you’d be arriving. I trust your journey was long and you’ll be needing some rest.”

“On the contrary,” you replied. “I confess the journey was long, but I am feeling sufficiently rested.” A lie, but she didn’t need to know that. You were here to care for her after all, not the other way around.

“I am no fool. I have made that journey once or twice myself and it is far from restful. You will get a proper night’s rest. You’ll be of no help to me if you collapse from exhaustion.” You nodded your humble acceptance of her request. If it was what she wanted, then it was what you would do. “I will send a raven to let your father know that you have arrived safely. I shall see you in the morning.”

With a final curtsy, you were dismissed and led to your rooms by one of the servants at Winterfell. You had made the mistake of underestimating Catelyn. She may be a grieving widow, but she was far from helpless. Tomorrow, you’d find a way to make it up to her.

The night’s rest truly did you a world of good. You awoke warm and rested, ready to fulfill your duty to Lady Catelyn. You saw her briefly during a quiet morning meal with her children. From there you would follow her on a walk around the Great Keep. She kept mostly silent, and you only spoke when spoken to. It was only when you reached the part of the Great Keep that overlooked the entire yard that she first said anything beyond the normal pleasantries.

“It is only my children that I fear for. Bran, Rickon, Arya, they’re all so young, that I don’t know how they’ll fare without their father. Ned was a wonderful father.” Catelyn paused, drifting off into a wistful look across the yard. “He was a good husband as well. Not without his faults, but all things considered, he was a good man.”

A single tear ran down Catelyn’s cheek at the fond remembrance of her late husband. You decided it was best to say nothing and let her have her moment of remembrance. So you simply placed a hand on her upper arm, meant as a gesture of support. When she reached up to place her hand on top of yours, you knew your sentiment had been received.

A month of you being at Winterfell came and went before a raven arrived from your father, asking as to when you intended to return home. The thought hadn’t even occurred to you. You’d become comfortable at Winterfell, and with Catelyn. The two of you had become close, and while she no longer required your ear to process her grief like she used to, you didn’t think she was ready for you to leave anymore than you were ready to go. So when you sent your reply back, you hoped your father would understand why you wished to stay on as Lady Catelyn’s companion.

More time passed, and you’d become a fixture in Catelyn’s life. Your only dull moments were the ones not spent at her side. You loved her. You had tried to deny it when the thought first crossed your mind but the feeling had only reaffirmed itself in your heart with each passing day. And, though Catelyn was more hesitant in the matter, you knew she felt a kind if love for you too.

It was not long before Catelyn’s name day was upon you, and you intended to make it a modest, but nonetheless special affair for her. You humbly requested her favorite dessert to be made and presented after the day’s final meal. When it was brought in, the look of joyful surprise that graced her beautiful features truly took your breath away. And the dessert was just the beginning of what you had planned.

You’d tasked Rickon with collecting whatever flowers he could find growing and leave them in the place you’d instructed so you could gift them to Catelyn on your way back to her sleeping quarters. When you caught sight of the bouquet, you smiled. Rickon had done a wonderful job. You snatched them up as you passed by, and offered them to Catelyn as you walked. “I can’t take full credit for this surprise. Rickon did most of the work on this one,” you told her.

“They’re lovely,” Catelyn replied. “Are there any more surprises in store?”

“Perhaps,” was all you committed to. No sense in spoiling the next part entirely.

You walked her into her room, as you’d done countless nights before. You took the flowers back from her and found a suitable place for them as she made herself comfortable. “I do have one more thing I’d like to do for you, if you’ll allow me,” you broached.

“And what would that be?”

“A massage.”

“That sounds quite nice,” Catelyn agreed.

Catelyn sat at the edge of her bed, and you climbed onto the other side until you were seated behind her. You started at her shoulders, feeling the tension in her muscles beneath your fingers and palms. “Relax,” you said, a whispered reminder that she need not keep up pretenses when she was in your company.

With a long exhale, Catelyn was able to reduce the tension in her body and let you work out the knots that remained from the stresses of daily life. The thick, green fabric of her gown prevented you from applying the needed amount of pressure to do much good, however. Yet it felt like too much to ask her to remove it.

“I admire your efforts, but would it not be easier to remove a layer or two? The fire should be more than adequate to keep me warm.” It really was as if she was in tune with your inner thoughts.

You released your hands from her shoulders and aided her in removing the obstructing garment. Once stripped down to her chemise, Catelyn seemed satisfied, sitting herself back into position for you to continue. Now illuminated by the flickering firelight, you could make out the outline of her figure through the fabric. This had suddenly become far more intimate than you had originally intended.

Steadying your breath and trying not to let your thoughts run away on you, you went back to rubbing Catelyn’s shoulders. Much less encumbered than before, you eventually let your hands make their way down her back. How they longed to feel the skin that lay beneath the linen.

It was when Catelyn made a noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, that you remembered yourself. Your hands slid back up to her shoulders, pausing to move her beautifully braided red hair to one side. She tilted her head in response, baring that side of her neck to you. A sign that she wanted more, perhaps? You weren’t certain, but the temptation was becoming too much to resist, so you decided to take the chance.

Placing a soft kiss against the pale skin of her neck, Catelyn let out a note of surprise. “Have I overstepped,” you panicked.

“N-no. On the contrary.” To hear her voice falter, even for a moment, told you that she was as nervous as you to take this next step. “Though I am starting to feel a little underdressed. Perhaps if you joined me,” she presented as way of permitting you to continue.

You cast off your outermost layer, and Catelyn shifted, turning a bit to watch you, as she reached for the ribbon holding her hair and released it, teasing her hair out of its confines and letting it fall in long, thick waves. When you had undressed to match her, your heart started hammering away in your chest. Seeing her like this was world altering and you couldn’t seem to wrap your mind around how the gods had blessed you so to be with her, here, in this moment.

You drew yourself closer to her, leaning in to kiss her lips. Such softness was contained in her kiss. You pulled away for a moment, second guessing yourself as your breath mingled with hers, echoes of the sweet dessert you’d shared a mere hour before, hitting your nose. It was Catelyn who closed the distance once more and then you were lost in her.

It wasn’t long before tender kisses became gentle caresses, and you had lowered the two of you down on the bed, lying next to one another as you continued to kiss, touch, explore each other’s bodies. You reached for the hem of her chemise, gently pushing it upwards. Your hand ran up the length of her thigh and you froze when you’d nearly reached her hip. “May I touch you,” you asked. It felt like a silly question. Wasn’t that already what you were doing? But the real meaning of what you were asking had registered with Catelyn, and was made evident by the blush that colored her cheeks.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice sounded heady with lust. You then allowed your hand to dip between her legs, touching only softly, letting her body tell you what felt best. Once you were able to settle on a rhythm that pleased her most, Catelyn drew ever closer to you, burying her face in your neck as you brought her to the very edge of pleasure.

Flushed and satisfied, she pulled back from you, resettling herself so that her head rested on your shoulder. You put your arm around her and lazily brushed your hand over her hair time and time again.

“I know your father wishes for you to return to White Harbor,” Catelyn began, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over you both. “But would it be selfish of me to ask you to stay?”

“As long as the gods are willing, and I am able, I shall always stay by your side.”

For @yellowbird-flying (Happy Birthday, I hope you enjoyed this.)

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#catelyn stark #catelyn stark fic #catelyn stark x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones fic #got #got fic #request #send requests #requests open

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hawkcoyote · 2 days

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Y’all can’t be Patrick Girlies for real

Controversial opinion but I want Patrick to leave those people alone! YUP!! He’s a big reason why I can’t just say yes to the throuple. He genuinely deserves so much better and I want him to have that. Like he just feels so immensely tragic to me which is why I can look past his transgressions and the parts that makes him shitty. Throughout the film you just see how deeply he feels. Especially towards Art. And do either of those people get it? Not really. It feels so heavy and visceral and it they don’t really seem to see it. Especially Art. Like Patrick really loved that man and he did not feel the same way. And that’s not me denying Art’s bisexuality. That’s my blonde bisexual king!! And that’s not say that Art didn’t have feelings for Patrick. He 100% did have feelings for Patrick! That's literally the entire problem. Art’s feelings weren’t as strong as Patrick’s. It’s not as strong as what he feels for Tashi. It is because Art’s feelings were not as strong that Patrick gets unceremoniously dumped by him. Art hates himself for being bisexual. He initially latches onto Patrick because he has all the self confidence and self assurance that he lacks within himself. Develops this bond and deep intimate connection with him. And I’d imagine no other relationships he’s experienced come close to his attraction and feelings for Patrick, until Tashi. Tashi comes in and blows his world wide open. And immediately he feels so viscerally drawn to her, in a way that even transcends Patrick. And when you are a repressed bisexual that wants to deny your bisexuality, you are gonna latch onto that person for dear!! That’s an undercurrent to Tashi’s and Art’s relationship. Like he really met Tashi and was like “Great!! I don’t have to do this gay shit anymore!!! Thank God! I was getting worried for a second.” And then he loses her to Patrick!!! That’s where the bitterness and resent creeps in! Because not only is he not with the girl of his dreams, but Patrick just reminds him of how he’s still bisexual! It didn’t just go away! That’s why he can cut that man off.

This leaves Patrick reeling. Like his life falls into the pits of hell. His career is in shambles. He can’t seem to make any more meaningful connections with people. The only source of joy in his life is picking at Tashi, because she will let him. Because he wants to matter to someone even if it is kinda messed up. And then we get to the sauna scene and Art’s infamous “I’m too old to be bisexual” speech!! Like yeah, Patrick was trying to pick at him (because it was part of their dynamic as kids) but then you see Patrick being genuine and vulnerable and Art doesn’t see it at all! That shit hits me in the chest!!

Then we have the ending! Where Art smiles at Patrick during that last point, and you just see Patrick light up. Not in a fiery way like it was with Art, but in this soft way. And then drops his racket just catch him and hold him. Like are you kidding me!!!!

Patrick deserves to be loved like that, and y’all really think Patrick being in a throuple with Art and Tashi is where he is gonna find it? He craves intimacy. He tells Art that nobody wants to marry and “that’s not what he’s for.” He plays it off as a joke, but it hurts him. He wants to be chosen. He wants to belong to somebody(ies). I don’t want him to settle because Art and Tashi satisfy his craving to be needed. I want him to get the closure that he needs from them, and they can still be in his life in some capacity. But I want him to find someone(s) else tbh. Patrick really suffered a lot for no real reason. Art and Tashi more or less were able to get along fine. While he gets mocked, ridiculed, beaten, spat on, and treated like he doesn’t matter. And for what? He didn’t do anything worthy of this energy. All he did was be true to himself and surround himself with inauthentic people who hated him for it!! “Well he needs to be there because he forces them to be real.” After everything he went through, that’s all he gets? It doesn’t move me, sorry!!! This is not trying to say that anyone is a villain because no one is a villain. They are all going through it in their own ways, and don’t deal with their pain and issues in the best way at times. But Patrick feels so deeply tragic in a way the other two do not. He really should leave those people alone to navigate their epic failmarriage! While he finds someone(s) that isn’t afraid to be real and doesn’t hate/resent his authenticity. Someone(s) that understands his desire for intimacy that isn’t just relate to sex and gives it to him! TLDR: Patrick deserves better than them.

#patrick zweig #challengers #art donaldson #tashi duncan

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tvrningout-a · 9 months

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i wanna see my friends, but i also wanna write up lore :((

#my weekly hang out with them is here and i would've come online to write and chat but i do this thing you see #where somehow i take two hours to get ready even when i'm doing the bare minimum to my appearance asdfg #it's a shame bc i feel really good about what i've got going on and i'm excited to build on it!!#i even figured out how bronwyn and helena fit into the story #which comes down to: bronwyn was bored and helped a dude become a necromancer and now it's biting her in the ass :' ))#i got so many thoughts so so many i'm VIBRATING #and i cannot wait to start writing rin on here bc even though?? i feel like what i've written thus far makes her seem tame #she's so annoying so chaotic such a dumbass by choice #she's a rogue first and a bard second and uses that to charm lords and ladies of the courts ( so she can steal and kill them hehe )#but then she's!! so soft towards those in need!!#and i wanna keep rambling but my friend is on his way and i gotta throw on my shoes aahhh!!#love y'all and catch y'all on the dash at some point!! MWAH!! HAVE A LOVELY TUESDAY!!#get ready to ramble | ooc

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musubiki · 7 months

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once again thinking about limes very quick descent into madness surrounding the time when he realizes he might like mochi after the first night he spends cuddling with her. always love the slow start of "Okay she's kinda cute I guess. She has cute tendencies sometimes. There, you happy? I admitted it. Now leave me alone." which in the span of about 3 days RAPIDLY spills into being unable to think about anything else to the point he can barely hold a conversation with anyone because his mind keeps daydreaming back to holding her in his arms. All day feeling like "I can still feel her warmth on me..." and has to keep being snapped back to reality by everyone around him

he can barely even talk to mochi because he keeps thinking about it. has no idea what to say to her the next day. is very quiet. and mochi thinks hes mad/uncomfortable with her now, since hes always so standoffish to girls at school she thinks she might be in that category now. so the next night while lime is about to go to bed, STILL THINKING ABOUT IT, and he gets a text from her that reads something like: [Hey lime!! about last night- sorry i fell asleep on you!! i know your not super comfortable with that stuff!! it wont happen again!! 🙇‍♀️ see you tomorrow!] and he feels his heart drop to his fucking stomach. lays there reading it back over and over with his thoughts a mix of "Yeah I guess that makes sense, it happened by accident. It was never gonna be a repetitive thing." vs "Won't happen again...? Like....ever? Are you fucking kidding me? I never get that ever again?"

eventually after an hour of tossing and turning, thinks up some bullshit excuse to sneak over to her house and climb up over her little bedroom balcony, knocks on her window and says something like "Hey uhhh you forgot one of your socks over at my place so I brought it back." or something that is absolutely stupid and could've definitely waited for the next day. manages to weasel his way into crawling into her bed with her because every bone in his body is telling him to.

huheuheu love to see lime aching for her eheheh

#rambles because i need to study instead of draw #but i want them to be soft and cuddly #he ITCHES for her after that first night #i think growing up lime always thought he would like. end up with some bombshell blonde hot lady or something.#since everyone around him is like (wow hes so handsome!!) as a kid hed think ahh im gonna end up with some supermodel or something for sure #but he didnt really know what to expect with romance cuz hes too lazy to get to know someone new and go through the notions of dating #so he figured for him...finding a girl he liked might be one of those love at first sight things #like hed see some girl at a baseball game or something and shed be the one #and all of a sudden all at once he starts feeling things towards mochi and its NOT AT ALL how he expected his love life to kickstart #hes like ahaha no way.....mochi?? nahh....why would i like her?? pff....haha....#(a few days later) i want her everything and i want it right fucking now #and this all happens about a day before he finds out shes a witch

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yardsards · 10 months

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can i ask about your experience as a quaker (or growing up as one? i just saw you mention bein one in some tags)

i jus don't know much about them

so i was not raised quaker, i was raised baptist. which was. 0/10, do not recommend. all the guilt of catholicism with none of the stained glass lmaooo

like, i did resinate with the idea of there being some sort of higher power and i liked the idea of getting together with other believers to discuss spiritual matters but as i got older and started thinking for myself i realized i really didn't like a lot of things about the church. i hated the bigoted beliefs of its members. i hated the emphasis on blind obedience to authority. i didn't believe that the whole literal truth could be found within one book, specifically one group's interpretation of said book. and the idea that people were born inherently bad and sinful and that a supposedly kind and just god would condemn people to eternal suffering just for not believing the "right" things just did not sit well with me at all

when i went off to college i decided to try out a few different churches around town. i ended up settling on a progressive presbyterian church. the community was great and very accepting of queer people. i had some minor qualms with the theology but it wasn't like with my parents' church where every sermon made me feel increasingly nauseous, and i generally felt *good* during and after the services

and then covid hit and while they did stream their sermons, i lost that sense of community and just kinda... fell away

throughout all this i was researching different faiths online, both christian and non-christian. and one faith that kept popping up a lot that i liked the sound of was quakerism. like at one point i remember taking some online quiz of like "what religion do your values most align with" and quakerism was very in the lead. (before this, i'd only really been exposed to quakerism in history textbooks and assumed the religion died out alongside puritanism)

in the end what got me really interested was actually a video by a youtuber i liked, a queer/disability advocate and historical fashion enjoyer who also happened to be quaker

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and after looking more into it, i decided to try attending a quaker meeting. which was easier due to covid cuz i could find a church online (located physically hundreds of miles from me) that did their sunday services over zoom

and so i attended and the people there were great and were doing actual good in their communities. and the way services were run, and their beliefs about what god *was* and all of that just hit me with an intense feeling of like. holy shit this is what i've always wanted from religion.

the video explains the sort of core beliefs and practices of quakerism better than i can but the main belief is that like. every person is godly. as such, it's our job to treat all living people as equally and kindly as possible. additionally, since we all have god inside of us, we need to look inwards and come to our own conclusions about our own religious beliefs and practices (and generally respect other people's religious beliefs even if they differ from our own, so long as they're not causing real tangible harm)

i haven't attended any meetings in a while, due to that group going back to semi in person (they still stream it out but it feels more like being a spectator than a member) and there being no quaker meetinghouses in the tiny town i currently live in, coinciding with me being too depressed to regularly attend anything. but i'm planning to start attending quaker meetings again once i move to a real city

#eliot posts #christianity cw #quakerism #tangentially: another faith that popped up a lot in my searches was reform judaism #from what i read it had a lot of the same things that i liked about quakerism. and was second place in that quiz i took lol #also my big sister was really interested in judaism when she was a teen (tho never converted)#bc our mother's side of the family is ashkenazi jewish but just ethnically not in practice. and my sis was interested in our roots #so i have a bit of a soft spot towards the faith because of her lol #but i decided i didn't wanna try and join any synagogues even online unless i was really serious about considering conversion #figured they didnt need a clueless gentile bargin in and being Confused and i felt too awkward to directly ask any individuals abt it #which was prolly like 20% a reasonable conclusion and 80% my anxious tendencies telling me i'm just a nuisance #but yeah lmao i think in a nearby parallel universe (if those exist) there's an eliot that converted to progressive judaism lol #long post

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