I don’t care if sunghoon mc’s or not. it was a great opportunity for him he seemed to gradually grow more comfortable and confident in it and I’m so proud of him but it’s the fact that he’s going to miss it that upsets me. the fact that he’s sad and upset about it being over with and that he’s going to be so busy now, is what’s getting to me. the fact that he didn’t even know it was his last day to mc until a few hours before we were all told. it’s also…wonyoung’s contract for mc-ing got extended and Sunghoon’s didn’t when he’s going to miss it.

starlight

jujutsu kaisen

megumi fushiguro x reader headcanons

gender neutral

sfw

→ megumi loves being close to you. the way you cling to him and how you speak in his ear; he just turns to putty in your arms. he’ll deny it, but he knows it’s true. there’s nothing he loves more than resting his head on your chest while you stroke his hair and whisper all his worries away.

~

“mmm… five more minutes…” the boy grumbles, his arms only contracting tighter around your waist as you attempt to get up from underneath him. no matter how many times you told him you had things to do, he didn’t budge.

“we’ve been laying like this for two hours!”

“…fine. three more minutes.”

→ he ADORES your eyes. the way they shine, the way they light up when you see him, it all drives him crazy. he could get lost in them. sometimes he does.

~

“megs, are you even listening to me?” you ask, raising your eyebrow. you had been ranting about something for a few minutes, but megumi didn’t seem to be paying attention. the boy was too busy staring into your eyes, even adoring the way they look when you’re angry. he was snapped out of his trance when you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“hm..?”

“are you listening to me?”

“yeah, yeah, totally.”

→ he gets jealous really easily. he doesn’t like it when you give other people attention. a lot of the time, he gets pouty and clingy after seeing you happy around someone else.

~

“who was that?” megumi asked, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you against his body.

“just a friend i haven’t seen in a while,” you shrug, leaning into his touch.”

“…oh…” the boy’s hands grip your waist as he buries his face deep in the crook of your neck. he just stands there for a moment, breathing in your scent. “just a friend..?”

“just a friend.”

→ he hates it when you’re left alone with gojo. his father figure tells you all kinds of stories about him when he was younger. everything from embarrassing pictures to things he drew, you’ve seen it all.

~

megumi had only left for five minutes at max. the two of you were sitting at the table having coffee, and he needed to go do something real quick. in that short amount of time, gojo had stolen his place at the table and was telling you all kinds of tales from when your boyfriend was younger.

“gojo!” megumi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. gojo just chuckled.

“c’mon, i’m just telling them about you!”

“stop. just… stop.”

→ not only does megumi get jealous of other people, he also gets jealous of his dogs. he always says they’re for fighting, not petting. that you’ll just spoil them and they won’t listen to him. yet, every single time you ask, he lets you see them.

~

megumi watched with a blank face as you showered the dogs with affection. the white one was licking your face, and the black one was rubbing its head against your palm. the boy grumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly. why couldn’t you give him all that attention? it wasn’t fair. though he was jealous, he couldn’t help but smile. you looked happy, and that was (mostly) all he cared about.

→ he has hundreds of pictures of you between his camera and his phone. you’re even his wallpaper. you’re just so perfect, he can’t stop. he makes sure you’re okay with it too, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

~

“smile.” megumi says, pointing his phone at you. the moment you curl your lips up, he takes a picture before tapping the little heart icon at the bottom to add it to his favorites. you slide over to catch a quick peek at the way the picture looked. your brow furrowed.

“hmm, that one looks a little weird.”

“i think it’s perfect.”

꒦꒷ enhypen ! enhypen’s ships with you as enhypen’s 8th member !

idol-ot7!enhypen X 8th enha member!FemReader … full fluff … no warnings<3 || not proofread !! || note. i have no idea what this is im so disappointed in this but pls dont kill me

ε ї з — heeseung

heey/n the whole way!! fans started shipping the both of you ever since the first episode of I-LAND, and they swear they’ve never seen such good chemistry between two idols.

fans are CONVINCED you both are dating and honestly? both of you are not helping them relax!

with the amount of flirtings the both of you exchange in front of cameras is enough for fans to go crazy!

on the first episode of I-LAND fans could swear they saw heart eyes when they witnessed your and heeseung’s first time meeting each other.

the fact that you debuted in enhypen only helped the fans ship the both of you more, and let’s be honest you even act like a couple so fans are getting good reasonable reasons for your ship.

“you look so pretty today, y/n”

it was fan meeting day today and all fans were watching you and taking pictures, heeseung thought it was a good idea to come and give you and back hug.

“thank you, hee” you smiled and turned around to hug him. fans cheered and took as much as pictures as they could.

heey/n4life: “DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE HUGGED HER?? AND HIS LOOK TOWARDS HER?? i’m on the verge of fainting someone send help”

enhaloverforever: “heey/n is selling i want all to witness this *the video of you and heeseung hugging*”

iluvenha: “heey/n is that kind of relationship that i want”

ε ї з — jay

when you and jay first made some food to all I-LANDERS, fans started to notice you and jay more than before.

jongy/n became trendy in a blink, and fans kept waiting for more content every week.

your kind of ship is more like a parents ship, you’re definitely the parents of enhypen members, even when heeseung is the oldest.

the way you’re taking care of everyone and making food for everyone just makes the fans sob over the fact that the both of you are just cuties together.

when it was jay’s sunoo’s and jungwon’s graduation, you decided to make them some food, and jay joined you as soon as he noticed you. you’re just like that, inseparable.

even the members mentioned that a lot of times, you and jay are definitely something else when it comes to taking care of your members and feeding them well, only when you’re doing it together.

“what are we making today?” you asked jay, slapping your hands on the counter next to jay.

“some pasta and steaks for the eaters” jay smiled, “and some for the camera staffs too, so we have to make a lot”

as soon as the food was finished, you and jay started to serve everyone their food together.

jongy/n: “i want jay and y/n to cook me more than gordon ramsay😻”

enenenhypen: “if they ever open a restaurant i called dibs first!”

jjong: “look at how jongy/n is taking care of their members☹️ they’re so cute together *video of you and jay cooking together*”

ε ї з — jake

so we all like know how jake is taking a good care of ni-ki like he’s his older brother right? so double it!

fans started shipping you with jake as soon as they noticed that the three of you literally go everywhere together.

they call ni-ki the third wheel, it seems like you and jake are too busy flirting around to notice ni-ki’s mischievousness. you’re like the couples that takes care of the third wheel and spoiling them as much as they want.

besides hanging out with ni-ki together, you and jake always seem to walk around while holding your hands. at first it was really hard for fans to notice the both of you, because both of you were too shy to communicate, but as soon as you opened up, it was more visible to fans.

wether it’s holding hands together or even casually matching outfits, fans would go excited whenever they get a content of you two.

jaey/nlvr: “THEY MATCHED AGAIN TODAY!! their outfits are so cute do you think jay helped them with that😭”

jakieandy/nie: “a collection of photos of ni-ki third wheeling and rolling his eyes whenever he’s with jake and y/n😻‼️ *attachments of photos*”

iluvluvluvenha: “i want someone to hold my hand in public like jake and y/n pls😞”

ε ї з — sunghoon

your first meeting with sunghoon convinced EVERYONE that you’re THE perfect match so it was no wonder when fans started calling you and sunghoon ice prince and princess!!

from being super anxious around each other to going to ice skate together, fans witnessed EVERYTHING and got obsessed over anything both of you would do.

you’re a sucker for ice skating and know some exercises and fans know that too, but you still asked sunghoon to teach you, later on admitting that you just wanted to spend some time with him and get closer to him. the fans went indeed feral.

the ice prince and princess title belongs to you and sunghoon period and your fans will make sure everyone knows that.

“hold my hand and be careful, i’m here with you” sunghoon smiled at you while holding your hand tightly.

you wanted to joke around a bit so you pushed him down, making him fall.

he glared at you, but started laughing as soon as he saw you laughing, “next time don’t do it though or i’ll make you fall even harder”

y/nhoonmyloves: “okay but did you see the way sunghoon looked at her when he directed her? i would’ve fainted if i were her😫”

enhypenpen: “our ice prince and princess strikes again with some now ice skating content!! *photos of you and sunghoon skating* i missed watching our royalties skating together!!☹️”

ineedmorey/nhoon: “does anyone else just go back to that I-LAND episode where y/n and sunghoon went to skate together or is it just me? they looked like those cute couples that you see in ice rinks”

ε ї з — sunoo

i’m sorry to break it to you but you and sunoo are basically bestie and fans know that damn well.

you + sunoo = world domination! fans love love LOVE your friendship all the way from the first episodes of I-LAND.

they always say how your vibe matches his vibes so much!! some even see the both of you dating each other because you’re literally perfect for each other, like the other’s lost puzzle piece.

you won’t stop talking about each other, going around to places together A LOT, even skin caring together. your love for sunoo is very visible and you’re not even trying to hide it, same for him.

you’re his partner in crime and he’s yours, no one can take you away from him and it’s the same the other way.

“i’m gonna grab some coffee sunoo come with me” you got up from your seat and called sunoo.

all eight of you were sitting together when you suddenly decided you want some coffee. “it’s like a minute walk away can’t you just go there alo-“

“no riki! i need sunoo”

suny/n: “y/n and sunoo has that kind of friendship that everyone wants but never gets😭 suny/n teach me your secrets!!”

givenhypen: “i wouldn’t be surprised if sunoo and y/n would end up dating i’m ngl! look at how they always look at each other i’m so jealous”

ddeonuddeonu: “they’re the cutest! *photos of you and sunoo hanging out together* they probably sneaked out to hang out alone without any other member😫”

ε ї з — jungwon

oh it’s definitely the responsible siblings type of relationship. both of you are the official therapists of enhypen, and you’re each other’s best therapists too.

jungwon, being dealt with lots of worries, always came up to you to get advice, and you did the same. people who watched I-LAND and your conversations, found it so comforting and beautiful.

jungwon has mentioned you as someone he relies on so much and you did the same. fans ships you as the healing couple, you’re jungwon’s healing and he’s yours, and there’s something so special about it.

you and jungwon basically know everything about the other, that’s why you feel more attached to him more than others, and the fans noticed it right away.

they can’t explain it, but you’re in someway jungwon’s guardian angel, and he’s yours.

“how are you today?” you asked jungwon as you hugged him tightly

jungwon hugged you back, “i’m okay, thank you for listening to me even though we stayed awake until like 5 AM”

“EXCUSE ME?? 5 AM??” ni-ki asked and the both of you shushed him.

istany/nwon: “they’re so precious together it makes me cry😭 i want y/nwon as my therapists right now!!”

srjlvr: “im so jealous i need people like them in my life😭 i envy enhypen members so bad rn😞”

engeneforlife: “i’m just replying y/nwon’s therapy times and i love it!! y/n and jungwon are just so perfect for each other”

ε ї з — ni-ki

you have adopted ni-ki as your younger brother as soon as you first saw him in I-LAND and you didn’t even try to hide it.

fans started notice how childish you’d be around him, and when you were asked about it you said it’s because you want ni-ki to still live his teen years in the best way he could.

after making your fans sob over the fact that you’re so cute, they paid more attention over you and ni-ki. they found itself the most adorable friendship they ever saw.

ni-ki looks up to you so much, and takes so much after you. he always searches for you and takes care of you whenever he can. you do so too, playing around with him and teasing the other members all the time, going to do some mischievous plans and pissing them off together is never failing to make the fans and you laugh.

you always ask ni-ki for dance tips and he’s always happily helps you out because he enjoys his time with you.

“who took my phone away!”

it’s the third time jake shouted that question. you and ni-ki tried your best not to laugh as you know where it’s been hidden.

“hey why’s there a phone in the refrigerator?” sunghoon suddenly asked.

“Y/N AND NI-KI I SWEAR—“

y/niki: “i bet hiding jake’s phone was y/n’s idea this time😭😭 she’s getting worse lately but it’s really worth it after seeing ni-ki laughing so hardly”

enhaenhaenhypen: “y/n and ni-ki are like my little siblings, always annoying but so adorable that you cant even get mad at them���”

rikissquid: “having y/n and ni-ki together is like asking for a death wish but it’s so funny pls”

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Short imagine + Headcanons for Schlatt :)

☆ Schlatt X Reader

☆ Headcanons

☆ Fluff/suggestive

☆ If you are going to request: please check at the pinned post if requests are open,otherwise I will delete your requests which I have already been doing

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Masterlist | Pinned post

☆ Schlatt is going to announce your relationship by posting a photo of you two cuddling (you cuddling him because he doesn’t want to seam “weak”) and saying something like “I’ve bagged a woman”

☆ Schlatt is honestly so sweet off camera,the different personas really making a switch. Like if you came onto his stream he would make constant jokes about you but if he’s not streaming let’s be honest,he cuddling up to your chest.

“Ignore that it was a moment of weakness chat.” He’d say if you came into stream

☆ “Guys I hate Valentine’s Day it’s all bullshit-“ Buys you roses,chocolate and a small necklace for you

☆ If you ever joined one of his streams and got hate in dms,twitter etc he would definitely post something on twitter like ; “I love my girl and if you don’t fuck off,fucking idiots hating on someone you don’t know,get a life.”

☆ “Schlatt come to bed it’s late” You know what he would do? Mock the shit out of you before coming to bed to cuddle with his little girl ; “Awh does baby want some hugs?” || “Awh can you not sleep without me?”

☆ Honestly I feel like he wouldn’t actually go too far with his jokes, he knows the limits and boundaries of what he can say/joke about and wouldn’t cross them to save himself.

☆ Honestly a sweetheart but tell him that and he’s immediately a tough guy ;

*You and schlatt laying in bed together with schlatt on your chest*

“You’re such a pretty boy.”

“Don’t push it.”

☆ And adding to that,he secretly loves every nickname you have for him because he knows that it’s special to him and you don’t share that nickname with anyone else.

☆ The dominant one in the relationship,massively,not just in bed but all around the house he’s a very masculine presence. Need help with something? He’s on it immediately. Need help getting off?he’s going down.

☆ Will constantly let you have your way with his hair,though he would sit there and complain in actuality he has all the time in the world for you and so if you want to fiddle with his hair,put it in small pony tails etc. go ahead.

☆ If you needed it he would definitely help you with more feminine typical things such as hair,makeup and nails. (Disclaimer: I’m not saying these are feminine things I’m just saying it’s feminine typical!)

☆ If you are on your period he’s immediately by your side. “What do you want? Chocolate,hot water bottle?” || “I heard that *insert thing* helps”.

☆ He’s not letting anyone talk to you the way he talks to you,at all. If someone calls you a nickname he uses he’s making his presence known in the most intimidating way. Jealousy.

☆ He has the best music taste,long road trip? Turn that shit up !! Definitely the type of person to listen to any genre of music,as long as he likes the tune,he doesn’t care.

☆ Would help you with stream/youtube set ups. Would buy you lights/leds/cute little toys he’s found etc. Just to add a bit of himself to your set up.

“Babe I got you some more Leds for your room!”

“Awh you didn’t have to,thank you.”

☆ Would definitely brag about you to his friends. Ted has heard every single positive description of you along with multiple pictures of you whilst he brags about how pretty you are.

☆ Would absolutely spoil you. You know when you mentioned 3 months ago that you wanted a new pair of converse in that new colour you saw? They’re now at your door

“Jay you have to stop buying me things!”

“You’re my girlfriend,I’ll do whatever I want.”

☆ Would definitely call it weakness whenever he showed affection on stream. He would joke about it enough on stream but the moment he’s off camera he’s showering you with affection and praise.

“Chat you didn’t see that,that was weakness.”

☆ “Schlatt + His girlfriend,cute moments!” They come up more regularly on your YouTube feed than Schlatt himself.

☆ He isn’t a huge fan of PDA but he will wrap a light hand around your waist,kiss your forehead etc. he wouldn’t do any big gestures in public.

Bestie, that piece about Wild in Barbarian Armor was hot as shit 🔥🌟

Could I request a piece for Time? I like a bit of semi-public sex and got thinking…what if the chain and s/o are in a town and perhaps a worker at the inn they’re staying in has taken an interest in Time and s/o does. not. like that. So they rile Time up until he fucks them in the open and the worker walks in on them and s/o gets to look on in pride because Time is fucking *them* and not anyone else?

You’re the best!

-👻

i love jealous reader !!!! and thank you ghost <33 you’re too sweet

cw: pretty short!! full nelson cause i really really really want time to put me in a full nelson, slight degrading, humiliation, exhibitionism, time is loaded!!!! reader has a vagina and no pronouns. not proofread at all i literally typed this out in the car

minors do not interact.

to say you were pissed was an understatement.

who did this little punk think they were? was it not obvious that the gorgeous hunk of a man next to you was your husband?

the two of you had walked into the small shop just to browse a little. at least, that’s what your intention was. time was absolutely going to buy you everything you glanced at, whether you wanted him to or not. you were his spoiled little brat and he’d treat you like so.

“this will look lovely on you, won’t it, dear? it’s only 700 rupees—“

“oh my gosh, i told you it’s fine—“

“hello, sir!”

only, the cashier didn’t seem to quite care for what you were wearing. instead, they took the opportunity to show time everything that they thought your husband would look good in. every time he’d go to pick out something for you, there they were, telling him that this piece of clothing over here would look great on him.

“beloved, don’t you like this dress? the color fits you well—“

“if you’d look at this button up over here sir, i think it’d be a great fit! it’ll really bring out your eyes!”

you were so. over it.

finally, time had picked out enough clothes for you where he felt satisfied. by this point, you’d devised a sneaky plan to quell your own jealousy. when the annoying little clerk went behind the counter, you called time by his name, which you’d only do when you two were alone.

“link. i think you should try on this shirt, yeah? come with me.” he immediately quirked an eyebrow, wondering what you were up to. he let you drag him into the single fitting room, anticipating your every move.

once the door was closed, you sat the clothes down on the tiny bench inside. you then turned to the mirror and gave him a sneaky little smirk. “you said these pants would fit well, huh? why don’t you help me try em on?”

your lover gave you a pointed look. though, you were awfully hard for him to resist. he couldn’t help placing a hand on your hip. “you’re doing this now? after i spoil you rotten you still want more…” you only giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“just look at you. can you blame me? you really gonna neglect me like that?” his hands trailed down to your ass, giving it a good squeeze. “little brat.”

shorty after his “scolding” he’s sitting on the bench with you in his lap. you grind on his lap relentlessly while he kisses the daylights out of you. he held the back of your neck with one hand and your thigh with the other. he wouldn’t admit it, but his hips were desperately bucking into yours too.

your hands find his hair and tug, which is his last straw. he grabs your waist, moving you into position. “enough of that. i’ll give you what you want but you’d better not make a sound.”

you thought he’d have you ride him, but oh no. his arms are hooked up under your legs and he literally rips your pants apart. “it’s fine,” he insists, “you can just wear the new ones out.”

he wastes no time pushing into your wet cunt. you moan pathetically, to which he growls. “quiet, or you won’t be cumming til we reach the next village.”

your eyes widened, your moans becoming soft little whimpers. you were biting your lip so hard you thought it’d bleed. but nothing could quiet the slap of his hips against yours. as much as he claimed you were spoiled, he wanted you just as badly. it was easy to tell just by how relentless his thrusts were.

time was so caught up in fucking you to put you in your place, he didn’t hear the clerk step in. his forehead was against your back, his teeth clenched as he hissed to quiet his own moans.

“sir? did you need—“ of course, this little fucker was looking for your husband in the dressing room. once they saw you two, they gasped, making direct eye contact with you. despite your embarrassment of being caught in such a lewd position, you held it. you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. they scrambled out of the room as fast as they could without another word.

when the two of you checked out, the clerk didn’t make eye contact with either of you. time handed over a ridiculous amount of rupees, your arms full of clothes he bought solely for you. he once it was paid for, he took all of the bags out of your arms. he kissed your cheek sweetly, smiling. “let me, darling.”

you smiled a bright and happy “thank you!” before leaving, giving them a nasty smirk that said “i win”.

and your husband was none the wiser.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮?!"

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary You love teasing your shy step-brother, Gyutaro. Always wearing revealing clothes and flaunting in front of him every chance you get. Even though he tries to hide it, it's so obvious that you turn him on. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, step-brother!Gyutaro, virgin!Gyutaro, stepcest, dubcon, handjob, vaginal sex, creampie. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.1k words. This ended up being one of my favorite entries to write! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

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Having two step siblings move in with you wasn’t ideal, but your father insisted that they’re your family now - your new stepmother and her two children, Gyutaro and Ume. You were only a few months older than Ume, while her brother Gyutaro was three years older than you. 

Ume liked you a lot, mainly because your father always spoiled you. So you had the cutest clothes and makeup you’d share with her. Gyutaro, on the other hand, did not like you as much. He thought you were spoiled, but for the most part he didn’t hate you. But it was hard to gauge his opinion of you because of how antisocial he was. Always opting to eat his dinner in his room instead of at the table with everyone else. Not to mention how he seemed to avoid you at all costs. Every time you’d enter the kitchen he’d leave, or if he was forced to be around you he'd never speak unless spoken to. Giving only single word responses or shy nods. 

At first, you worried that you may have done something to make him dislike you. But you haven’t even spent enough time around him to have done something like that. No matter what you tried, he seemed to never warm up to you.

You just couldn’t figure him out. 

Not until you noticed the way he stares at you. You had been reaching for something in the kitchen cupboard while Gyutaro sat at the dining table. Looking over your shoulder you could see how intently he stared at your ass as it peaked out from under your pajama shorts. Quickly he turned away, face turning red as he shot out of his seat and sped back to his room. 

The reason he was so awkward around you was because he had a crush on you. A crush that he was deeply ashamed of and tried to do anything to push those thoughts away. But he just couldn’t, especially when you would walk around in those slutty pajamas of yours. Your hello kitty booty shorts and matching crop top were his weakness. 

And the attraction certainly wasn’t one sided. You’ve seen him walk around shirtless and found yourself staring at his muscles. Daydreaming about what it’d be like to have him on top of you. Not only was his body unique and sexy, but so was his personality. He was so shy and antisocial, you knew he must be a virgin. How fun would it be to teach your virgin step-brother a few things about sex? 

Ever since you found this out, you made it your mission to torture him. Always wearing revealing clothes around him, teasing him every chance you got. Like bending over in front of him or hugging him when you weren’t wearing a bra. Every time he’d get hard and have to rush to his room.

But tonight was by far the worst you’ve ever teased him. 

His mother yelled at him for refusing to eat dinner at the table, so tonight he did it just so she’d get off his back. 

He nervously sat beside you and quietly ate his meal while your parents conversed. Ume was spending the night at a friend's house, so it was just you, him, and your parents. 

You smirk as you get a devious idea. Finally having Gyutaro where you want him. You snake your hand under the table and start to caress his thigh. 

Instantly he chokes on his food and starts to sweat. His heart beating fast as you touch him, inching closer and closer to his crotch. 

“Something wrong?” his mother says sternly. 

“N-No! The food’s great! I um- I just swallowed too fast…” his voice shakes as he looks down at his plate, refusing to look up. 

His mother scoffs and continues her conversation with your father. 

His cock is already rock hard and straining the front of his sweatpants. He feels incredibly uncomfortable right now, but there’s nothing he can do about it. All he can do is try to keep his cool so no one notices. 

You start to run your hand against the length of his erection, causing him to whimper softly as he tries to continue eating. 

“Wow,” you whisper, “It’s so big.”

His face turns bright red and he looks at you from the corner of his eye, not able to say a word. Just nervously gulps as he looks at your innocent facade. 

You hum as you slide your hand under the waistband of his pants and start touching him. Trailing down his navel, feeling his pubic hair, and finally his bare length. You can’t see it right now, but you can feel that it’s covered in veins. 

He whines quietly and squirms under your touch, but he doesn’t push your hand away or tell you to stop. So, you start stroking him slowly so as to not draw any attention to what’s happening under the table. After only a few pumps you can feel him throb and twitch in your hand like he’s already getting close to cumming. 

He clenches his fists and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down. Honestly, he looks like he’s about to throw up. 

“Gyutaro,” his mother snaps, “Clean up the kitchen. We’re finished.” She glares at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh! Uh, y-yes ma’am,” he whimpers. 

His mother eyes him up and down, but ignores his strange behavior and leaves the dining room with your father. Tossing her dishes into the sink on her way out. 

Once they're gone, Gyutaro pulls your hand out of his pants and shoots up from his seat. “Don’t do that!” He whisper yells.

You stand up and look down at his erection clearly poking through his pants. “But you seemed to like it,” you giggle, “C’mon Gyu! No one noticed!”

“I don’t care,” he blushes and takes your plates to the kitchen, “It wasn’t funny.” He starts washing the dishes, trying to ignore you.

But you follow him and hug him from behind, “C’mon~ I know you liked it.” You coo as you reach over to touch his crotch again. Instantly you can feel his cock twitch with excitement. 

“N-no, we can’t do this Y/N,” his voice is breathy like he’s trying to hold back a moan. He’s trying so hard to deny his attraction for you, but he can’t hide it that easily. It’s just so damn obvious. He looks at you with a flustered face, cheeks red and eyes teary. His words are begging you to stop, but his face is telling you to continue. 

“Don’t worry, no one will notice,” you chime, taking his hand and leading him over to the couch in the living room. There you push him down to sit, while you slowly slide down your shorts. 

His complaining stops as his eyes are glued to your body. Watching with perverse satisfaction as you remove your shorts and panties, a string of slick connecting to your panties as you pull them down. 

“F-fuck, she’s so wet,” he thinks to himself, “Does she want me to put it inside her…? I-I can’t do that! She’s my step-sister!”

“Hello?” you wave your hand in front of his face, “Earth to Gyutaro!”

He snaps out of it and moves his gaze up to meet your eyes, “Huh?”

You giggle and lean forward, wiping his chin with your hand. “You were drooling. Haha, want it that bad huh?” You wink at him as you climb onto his lap to straddle him. 

“N-No! That’s not it. I um,” he tries to think of some kind of lie that will make him seem less like a pervert. 

“It’s ok, I know you want me. You don’t need to be ashamed about it,” you lean closer to his ear and whisper, “Because maybe I want you too.”

His eyes widen and he feels like he can’t breathe. There’s no way you actually just said that to him, right? Well, he doesn’t have very much time to think about it because you’re already pulling down his pants and lowering yourself onto his cock. 

It stings at first as you feel him stretch your walls to accommodate his size. But it’s a discomfort that you openly welcome. Just the thought of being split apart by your step-brother’s cock turns you on so much. And once you settle onto him fully, the pain lessens and the pleasure builds - feeling completely full by him.

“ Fuck! Y-Y/N, what’re you d-doing?” he whimpers, watching as you sink down onto him. 

“Silly goose,” you giggle, “I’m gonna make you cum.” Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around his neck and start bouncing on his cock. 

Your walls are so tight around him, and you feel so warm, so wet, so perfect . He feels like he’s in heaven. His eyes roll back and he bites his lip to stifle his moans. Grabbing onto your thighs and digging his nails into your soft skin, he already feels like he’s going to cum. 

But you’re quickly overcome by pleasure too. He’s supposed to be a virgin, so how is this feeling so damn good? He isn’t even really doing anything! He’s just so big, and watching his flustered expression as you ride him turns you on so much. He doesn’t even have to do anything and he hits you in all the right places.

It’s so cute watching him trying so hard not to cum, so you pick up the pace to torture him more. “ Ahh! Gyutaro! You’re so big,” you moan cutely. 

“ Ngh- Shhhh! Wh-what if mom hears you?!” He says through his moans, “We-we really shouldn’t be- Ahh~ d-doing this!”

“Haha sorry,” you giggle, “You just feel so good I can’t control myself~”

“I-It’s fine,” your comment makes his heart flutter. He clenches his teeth and quickly starts losing control, moaning a bit too loudly himself when you pick up the pace. “I-I can’t -Ngh- can’t last much longer,” he whines beneath you. 

“Gonna cum in me? Gonna fill me up, huh?”

“No I-I can pull out, just-” he groans as the pleasure overwhelms him, “Just stop for a second -Ahh! ”

You hold onto his wrists so he can’t push you away, and you move faster. Your velvety walls clenching him so tightly, practically begging for his semen. “C’mon Gyu~ Please cum in me!” Your mind is so fuzzy and drunk on lust for him that you don’t think about the fact that you aren’t on birth control. All you care about is having him pump you full of his seed.

A pathetically needy whimper escapes his lips as his body moves on its own, his hips rutting up into you as he spills inside of you. His cock twitching along with the rest of his body as he pumps your walls full of his hot sticky cum. 

“ Ah ah aaahhh… Y/N ,” he moans.

While he sits there recovering from his intense orgasm, you finish yourself off by rubbing circles into your clit with your fingers. Your legs shake as you orgasm all over him. Eliciting a hiss to escape him as he feels you tighten around his sensitive cock. 

With a satisfied grin, you move off of him and stand up. His cum slowly seeps out of you and rolls down your thighs. 

He stares at you with a perverted smile - watching with fascination as his semen spills out of you. You hurriedly put your panties back on, pulling them up and forcing his cum to pool in them. Keeping your cunt nice and soaked. 

Gyutaro quickly pulls his pants back up to hide the fact that he’s getting hard again from seeing his cum create a wet spot in your panties. After how hard he came, he still feels pussy drunk. Still unable to believe this actually happened, but too satisfied to complain anymore. He knows it’s wrong, but your pussy feels so good that he’ll find any way to justify it just so he can feel you around him again. 

He looks so cute and flustered right now, like he wants to deny what just happened for the sake of his dignity, but is torn because of the lust he feels for you. He just needs a bit of convincing. So, you sit beside him on the couch and snuggle up to him. Laying your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“You’re the best step-brother ever, Gyu,” you whisper.

genshin men + love language

ft. kaeya, albedo, alhaitham

✽ kaeya believes his love language to be the short quips and flirty lines he throws at you more than anyone else. he does make it quite obvious how much he adores you, even through more than suggestive dialogue. however, you know for a fact it’s the little touches he never intends to grace you with: the hand on your shoulder when the tavern men glance at you, the fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear, the way his head only ever finds your shoulder to rest upon. kaeya has the need to be engulfed in your presence in one way or another, especially if he’s feeling vulnerable. but of course, those moments for captain kaeya of the knights of favonius must be quite rare. surely…?

“you alright there?”

you try to hold kaeya’s head a little higher. it lolls back onto your shoulder anyway, kaeya burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“i love this new shampoo you’re using,” he mumbles. it’s not like him to be straightforward but the sheepish smile on his face makes you giggle.

“i never changed it, stupid,” you laugh.

“oh? i could swear you were stealing mine.” he chuckles. “just to smell like me...”

you shake your head. there’s hardly a reason to debate over shampoo (though you have been using his for quite a while).

“oh archons, i feel like shit,” kaeya groans, his arms snaking around you tighter and his head shifting to find a comfortable spot.

a friday night at angel’s share is uncommonly visited by diluc ragvindr and commonly visited by kaeya alberich. it’s not the best idea to have them in the same room. broken bonds cut deep even after they’re severed. a comment turned into an argument and the argument inevitably turned into a sickening pile of guilt held as a knife against kaeya. or, as he expresses it: drinking beyond his limits. of course, you’re nearly duty bound by your love to take him home and put him to bed.

“you have to take it easy on the drinks, captain,” you speak softly. “i know charles is terrific at his job but i’m getting concerned with how these nights turn out.”

“would it be so terrible if i could just pretend everything’s alright?” he hums, the sensation of his breath against your neck making you shiver.

he pulls away. he never feels quite deserving of your love, especially when alcohol whispers in his ears words he’s shut himself off from. he doesn’t deserve to be held, to be understood, to be cared for the way you do regardless. and yet, he cannot help touching his cursed ice cold fingers to your skin.

you place your arms around his waist, a hand reaching up to the back of his head to smoothen his hair.

“everything’s alright in this moment, kaeya.”

and kaeya swears he will never feel love like he deserves it unless it’s you.

✽ albedo’s knack for creation extends to gifts thought out extravagantly, almost out of character for him. he says he made them just because he could, that it didn’t take out a chunk of his time from advanced alchemical research. besides, he says, creation is a part of his experiments after all. however, it’s a little hard to believe his casual gift-giving is truly casual when he keeps away from you working on them for days just to see the surprise on your face. and every time, you’re reminded that it’s okay to just be, that being loved is enough to exist. you only wish you could return the favor in a way so meaningful. in his snow-covered lab, you can only stare at the wonders he flowers just for you.

“albedo?”

“hm?”

his focused gaze does not shift from the alchemical cecilia he just bloomed, only for it to wither away in seconds. 

“that was beautiful,” you whisper.

“i wanted to make it last longer.”

“oh, surely, it would have been just as pretty?”

albedo finally looks up at you, his eyes more or less softening. “i suppose so. i just wanted to gift you your favorite flowers as... something more permanent. i wish you weren’t risking the cliffs all the time.”

you look down, smile wavering. oh, how you wish he wouldn’t spoil you with his time and patience like that.

“climbing’s part of the fun,” you reason, not meeting his eyes. “besides, i have my glider. your glider, that you made sure was failproof.”

and a color so rich and beautiful, you’re sure only albedo could make it.

albedo goes silent. you bite your tongue, cursing yourself for making it so obvious. “is something wrong, (name)?”

“no, love,” you try to reassure him. “i just... i just wish i had... more of myself to express for you. i wish i could make something quite so beautiful.”

albedo tucks the hair away from your face, smiling softly. the snow outside slows, the evening glow accentuating their appearances and disappearances.

“my creations exist because you exist, (name). there’s a reason i can only make mockeries and imitations of the real feeling.”

he says it as though stating a scientific fact. you look at him, slightly confused. he simply brings you to an embrace.

“i’m confident i couldn’t make anything as lovely as you are. and how you make me, as i am, feel.”

✽ alhaitham shows love in private. you knew that when you were just friends, you know that now. however, his concerned bickering and lover’s gaze is all for the world to see. it’s funny how everyone around him can read the name on his heart. after all, yours is the only one he ever takes. he’ll often pin notes for you by your bed when he leaves, the adoration nearly oozing through his straight-laced words. it’s always, don’t risk this, (name), or, don’t be silly, (name), or even a daring i’ll be checking up on you, (name). your name is always on the tip of his tongue and it spills like coffee, staining every word. it’s no wonder gossip about him goes hand in hand with tales of you. it’s not a big enough deal for him though... till you decide to grace him with a teasing smirk. alhaitham can deal with teasing from kaveh and the rest, but you boil his blood like no other.

“is this alright?” he asks, hands still cupping your cheeks as he pulls away from the kiss.

“what if i say no?”

“i’ll never touch you again.”

“that’s quite extreme, mister.”

“then don’t say no.”

alhaitham places another kiss against your lips, touch as tender as freshly picked zaytun peaches. another follows, and another, till you’re giggling his name, begging for him to stop. a small smile graces him when he finally does pull away, a rare spectacle that blossoms just for you.

“i thought only rationality could guide you,” you tease, gently pushing his hair out of his face. “yet, here you are in my bedroom again.”

“you bring me quite enough rationality, (name).” he says it so casually, like he doesn’t care how romantic it sounds. perhaps he isn’t aware of the romance of it. after all, the only books he reads are research journals.

“besides, am i not paying for this room you’re renting? i don’t think you have the right to get cheeky with me.” he draws his hand away from you to lean back on your bed. 

you stick your tongue out. “i thought i’d sneakily extort some mora out of the akademiya’s infamous mr scribe.”

“your acting skills are worse than your sense for danger... which is saying something.” he shakes his head.

“and yet, your swordsmanship falls short of saving me.”

“it was one time, (name).”

“you still got knocked on your ass by an eremite.”

“only because you ran into me.”

“please, i hardly looked in your direction and you were already flat on your ass. i have that bedazzling effect on you, don’t i?”

“you’re...” he stops himself from bickering further. his self-restraint may be above average, but there’s no one who unties it quite like you do.

you beam at him despite his look of disdain, a wash of affection flooding you. 

“you love our little squabbles. don’t lie.”

“love is a strong word.” his eyes are mesmerizing even under the moonlight peering through your window.

“but you feel it?”

“yes. yes, i do.”

Could you request an au royal with prince!wanderer x servant!reader where wanderer during the night asks reader to stay until he falls asleep and she ends up falling asleep kneeling next to his bed? (Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, English is not my native language)

HOW DID I JUST SEE THIS IT’S BEEN MONTHS I’M SO SORRYYYY

no worries anon, english isn’t my first language either so we’re twinning bbg (it’s four am help)

APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE SINCE THIS SUCKS😭

idk what got into me while I was writing

anyway, here my silly little requested fanfic is 🫢

bg:

before your family had gone broke, you never thoguht you’d find yourself in this situation. at the palace, you really were just a simple servant like everyone said.

…

before your father lost everything there was a rumor which was slowly passing from everyone’s mouth - whoever started working for the royal family wouldn’t make it out of a miserable life, they’d have you wrapped around their fingers.

there was a reason to think that though - the payment wasn’t enough to change job. yes, it was simpls like that. they do offer you a place to stay and food to survive, but overall it was just enough to afford taking a week off when you’re sick, apart from national holidays and all that.

your life isn’t a normal one, nor one somebody would aim at. you are nothing but one of the servants at the royal palace. no-one knows you for who you are, but it’s not all that bad. you have the whole palace for you and your friends, your families and many people you care about, who actually do know the real-you’s worth.

the royals aren’t so bad either! the queen is the one who rules the kingdom as there’s no king, she’s independent, enterprising and has an intimidating story behind her. her name is Raiden Shogun. meanwhile, her son, ‘the wanderer’, is a spoiled brat with an ass attitude who’s against the whole world.

this gremlin spends most of his time around the castle, glaring at every servant while they’re doing their job and stand there watching, only to walk away like nothing happened. there was this one time, when you were mopping the floor… he didn’t take his eyes off of you for a split second! …at least it felt like so.

after a couple more of such events happening to you for no reason, because you work properly (if not splendidly), he suddenly calls out your name while you’re doing your thing. “Y/n.” you turn around all freaked out since it couldn’t possibly mean good things when someone had to deal with this guy, he looked so stern and cold and and-

“meet me in my room after dinner.” he said and just left like that. eh?

His room? did he want you to clean it? Dust it? Make his bed? That wasn’t in the contract… he didn’t mention the reason, so you decide to just go with it.

after dinner, in his room

you greet, slightly bow and stand right before the doorframe, dressed up for the occasion, as you see him in his pajamas. he didn’t even bother to greet you - instead, he straight up ordered you: “stay with me for the night” what. you? what. what again? “me?” he nods and gets in bed looking skeptical as usual “who else?” you just watch from afar, scared you might do something to give him the ick. so this isn’t about cleaning, huh?

“well? aren’t you going to sit down somewhere?” he asks and you just kneel down next to his bed at his height, perfectly intersecating his gaze. “don’t you dare wake me up before 7 am.” ‘bitch?’ you want to reply as he just stares at you. ‘aNyThInG hIs mAjEsTy wAnTs’ like hell you were gonna stay like this for a whole night for no reason.

“Uh, no? This isn’t in the contract.” you contradict him and were prolly one of the few people who did that to him in his whole life,

“alright.” he says as he rolls in bed, turning around and closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.

…does he actually expect you to fall asleep in this position?

some time later

‘can’t deny he looks pretty though.’ you think as you finally come to terms with the fact that he wants you there. your mind can wander all it wants thinking of all the possibile reasons behind this blessing in disguise, but no true reason can be found.

well, it’s only for today. after all, how do you know who you might see as you get out of his room? and what will they think? ugh

aside from that, you could get in his majesty’s graces, soo

this is no occasion to waste.

God, I beg you, write something for our iconic men from far cry 5😭😭

The yandere fandom of this wonderful game is dead, and all hopes are only for you, Mommy!

What about jealousy headcons?? Or a scenario where Jacob is jealous of Stacy??? Like, Y/N and Stacy are friends and then bam! We are Jacob's woman, and Stacy... And Stacy is Jacob's dog...I can already see old, dirty and incredibly sexy jealous Jacob...

It’s very well known that Jacob has his own strange and twisted world views. What makes him jealous and what doesn't really is just a coin toss. He could be completely fine watching you be around the others as they’re covered in blood and you all share a laugh, but could be so ballistic at the sight of someone making you smile in private, or someone being patched up by you without him or someone else in the room. Now, he doesn’t care what happens as a group endeavor, packs are strong and he’s their leader, but in private?Well that's a completely different story. In private, they can see more of you than their dirty, weak, vile eyes deserve. A smile can send mixed messages to these dogs, can make them believe they deserve your time and more of it. That leads to touches, that leads to affectionate touches, that leads to him aiming his gun between their eyes and feeding their meat to the other followers as a lesson. As a group they should worship you but if they ever try without him in the room, He’ll make “the cook” look like a saint.

Staci is a relatively new follower. Trained well, or so Jacob thought. The man obeys, is brainwashed and under his control, should know his place by now. But he seems to forget who you are, and who your lover and leader is. Much too much private time, lingering behind during chores to catch up with you and talk to you. Feeding times he’s seen sitting one seat too many to you, chatting away about whatever it is that comes to mind.

Honestly, he should just string the mutt up and leave his head hanging from a rafter, but he so rarely sees you this happy without Jacob in the vicinity. Perhaps he could use this music box for more than just killing. Contrary to popular belief, you can teach an old dog new tricks, especially if you threaten their lives.

You, his sweet, dear little lamb, deserve a guard dog. One who knows how to keep you away from other unsavory, unholy followers who dare turn on their master. To keep you company, but not too much. Staci can be the one who protects you when Jacob is gone, and obey his every command to make sure you are kept safe, sound, and maybe even spoiled.

“Staci” Jacob calls, watching as you two feed the wolves and laugh about how they shake the blood filled meat around like toys. “Come with me. I need to speak with you. Alone”.

-Mommabean ((I hope this was alright! ❤️))

High Noon

part 1 Part 2 of Steve tries to get the Party to watch Westerns with him...

Years of waking up at stupid o’clock for swim practice left Steve a permanent early riser. After the movie (Short Circuit- which had just come out and everyone was dying to watch, he probably shouldn’t have tried to compete with that) and playing games until past midnight the rest of the group was still passed out in the living room. The older kids, seeming to sense at least a little bit that Steve’s feelings were hurt, steered them into board games instead of D&D for once and he had actually enjoyed himself. 

Now it was almost 6 in the morning and he was wide awake, Robin snoring quietly beside him, grey light streaming through his window. A sort of sad feeling curled up somewhere between his stomach and his ribs and Steve had the urge to do something he hadn’t done since he was a little kid. He padded down to the living room, navigating around sleeping bodies in his socked feet and took the tape of High Noon upstairs with him. Down the hall, into his parents’ bedroom.

There was a big screen tv in here too, and a vcr although they almost never used it. When Steve was young and they would stay out late he used to curl up on their bed and fall asleep with the tv on. The babysitters always liked to use the downstairs television after his bedtime but Steve had a hard time falling asleep in his own room without at least one of his parents home. They didn’t get mad when they came home and found him asleep, as long as he used the throw blanket and didn’t mess up the duvet, his mother would kiss the top of his head and his father would carry him back to his own room. It was the only way his father ever tucked him in. 

The room now had the church-like silence of someplace that is more for remembering than for living in, despite being meticulously cleaned once every other week. Steve slid the video in and curled up in his old spot in the middle of the king size bed. As the credits played, the door to his parents room pushed open and he heard footsteps. Eleven poked her head around the door and gazed at him.

“Hey, did I wake you?” 

She shook her head no. “Can I stay? she asked.

“You want to watch with me? It’s one of the boring ones from last night.”

“I don’t care. It will be less boring than sitting down stairs awake all alone.”

“Ok.” They watch together in companionable silence for a bit. El makes admiring noises at how pretty Grace Kelly and Katy Jurado are, how they tell the men around them that they’ve made their own decisions about their own lives. After a while Steve senses a kind of restlessness in her. Figures, he thinks, she’s probably bored. 

“Can I ask questions?” El interrupts his thoughts. That is not what he was expecting. 

“Sure, shoot.”

“You won’t mind? Sometimes I have a lot of questions and it makes my friends not have fun watching the movie with me.”

“I don’t mind,” and he doesn’t. 

She asks questions but mostly she just reacts to the movie. Every time somebody else turns Gary Cooper away and refuses to stand beside him against the oncoming villain she tenses. When Grace Kelly professes her belief in peace and her Quaker religion but decides to stand and fight anyway she smiles. Two thirds of the way through the movie, with the tension at its highest she asks him to pause it.

“Mike doesn’t like to tell the endings. That’s called spoilers because it spoils the movie, so you don’t have to tell the ending but can you just say if it’s happy or sad?”

Her little face is so serious it kind of melts his heart. “It’s happy.” They’re almost at the end when the sounds of life can be heard from downstairs. There’s voices in the hall, looking for Steve and Eleven and then Dustin, Mike, Will, Max and Lucas all pour into his parents room. 

“Whoa! You have another tv up here, that’s amazing!” says Dustin. They’re all looking around like they’ve just discovered an ancient pyramid. “How come you never let us in here before?”

“We can watch two movies at once!” says Lucas.

“No,” Steve says, “You can’t. I can, because it’s my house. Everybody out now.” Damn, he’ll probably have to start locking his parents’ door again. It’s almost as bad as when he used to have his old high school keggers, except he’s liable to find random groups of teens in corners painting miniatures instead of doing body shots. “Downstairs now, skeddadle.” The commotion has happily robbed Robin and Eddie of their continued sleep and Steve foists breakfast duties onto them.

As he’s leaving Mike stops and stares at the paused movie. “Are you watching Steve’s movie?”

“Yes,” says Eleven, “It is very good. Please can we finish it before breakfast Steve?”

“Eleven can stay, everybody else go help with breakfast and start putting my couches back together.” They fuss but file out, all except Mike.

“Well if El’s staying can’t I stay too?”

This kid. This has to be his most exasperating kid. “There’s like, fifteen minutes left.” Steve sighs, “Fine, you can stay but you can’t talk- Eleven can talk,” he clarifies, “You, Wheeler- silence. Got it?”

Mike gives him a combination nod and eye roll but he flops at the foot of the bed while they finish the movie and doesn’t make any snarky remarks.

Afterwards, Eleven tells him that it was a very good movie. Steve kind of feels like crying again but it doesn’t feel bad this time. “We could watch the other one sometime, maybe?” Eleven asks. Mike is muttering something that Steve can’t quite hear.

“Sure kid, any time.”

@nelotegreitic @sangrientojoe @its-all-ineffable @moonshadows-13 @fallingleavesinthewind @cornwallisandkerley @inmoonywetrust @samcoxramblings @ineffablecolors @goblin-eddie @theysherobinbuckley

urgent business. tommy shelby x reader

A/N: hi! new writer here for the peaky blinders! please enjoy this cheeky one shot. :) 

Warnings: fluff, language, sexual themes, light spice. not canon for how our fav gangster would behave but i like to think this is how tommy would be if he found the right woman.

“Don’t you just hate how they’re always all over each other?” your eldest son, Peter said, face twisted in disgust. You, Tommy and your four children were supposed to be having a family walk through the gardens, but Tommy had other ideas, leaving your four children trailing behind, his arm wrapped around your waist, telling you funny things that made you cackle with laughter. 

“No,” your second child, Katherine replied back. “I think it’s quite romantic.” she said, dreamily.  “What’s romantic mean?” Isabel, tied for youngest with her twin brother, William asked, her little legs barely able to keep up with her older siblings.  “Like--lovey dovey. You know what romantic is!” Katherine snapped at her.  “I’m only five.” Isabel shot back in response.  You turned around to see your children, and smiled at them, their father only looking at you. Only ever having eyes for you.  Tommy adored his children. He would walk through fire and in front of a bullet for any of them, but you: his wife, his beloved. You were the breath in his lungs. Fire in his belly. Apple of his eye. His one true love. The one who gave him strength to wake up every morning.  You pulled him out of the depths of his shell he had retreated into after the war. Made him remember who he was before. Helped calm his shattered nerves, shattered heart. You picked up the pieces and loved him back to life. And for that, he vowed he would spend the rest of his days loving, cherishing, ravishing and spoiling you to absolutely no end.  Tommy said something else you found funny and you turned back to him, playfully hitting him on the chest.  “Do you think they’ll have another baby?” William asked, cogs in his mind whirring. “I sure hope not. There’s too many of us already.” Peter sneered.  “I think another brother would be nice.” William said, a smile on his face.  Peter rolled his eyes.  “Children!” Tommy called behind him as they approached the barn. “Your mother and I are going to go for a ride. We’ll be back shortly. No playing around the ponds, am I understood?” he said, expression stern.  “Yes, father.” they all replied in unison.  “Good.” he smiled at them before turning his attention back to you. You had jogged ahead of him a little ways, giddy with his boyish promises of ravishing you in the horse stall like he used to when you were first married.  The children plopped down beneath an apple tree, a good distance away from the barn. Horses still frightened Isabel, despite their father’s attempts to dull her fear of them. He had tried riding with her and it had ended terribly; she screamed and cried, only spooking the horse. Tommy had to practically throw them both off the horse and tried to calm him down before throwing Isabel over his shoulder and walking the whole way back to the barn. 

“Why do we never go riding with them?” Katherine asked quizzically to her older brother.  “It’s their alone time, silly.” Peter responded sarcastically, plucking grass, blade by blade from the patch around him.  “They’re always alone.” She responded, a pout on her face.  “It’s because they can’t keep their hands to themselves.” Peter replied, a devious look on his face.  “Don’t speak that way about them! Father would have your head if he heard you say that.” Katherine responded. Isabel and William were preoccupied with trying to catch a frog.  “Can’t ever say anything poorly about mother,” Peter rolled his eyes. “He always yells when I do say something, even if she is wrong.” he said in disgust.  “Mother is rarely wrong, Peter.” Katherine told him.  “Yes, but sometimes, she is and he never lets me tell her my side of what I see. It bothers me.” Peter threw the blades of grass into the wind.  At that moment, their parents emerged on their fathers favorite horse, a huge black stallion with a white patch on his left side. Their parents both looked rather disheveled.  You rode in front of Tommy, his arms and legs caging you in, holding you tightly against him. Moments before, he had pushed you up against the stall door of the barn, hands needy as he tugged at the neckline of your blouse. “Thomas,” you said weakly, out of breath from his kisses against your lips, pulse point, collarbones. “Thomas, not when the children are so close.”  “My love,” he rasped, grabbing your backside. “We’ve done far worse with them far closer.”  “Tonight, you may have your way with me.” you promised him, kissing his nose.  He gave you a devious smirk before leading the horse out of his stall. 

A half hour later, you and Tommy returned. “Go see to the children while I put ‘em away.” He told you, helping you down from the horse.  You nodded, walking back towards your children. “Mother! Did you see if any of our flowers have bloomed yet?” Isabel asked. A few weeks ago you and your daughters had planted some wildflower seeds in a field close to where you keep the garden.  “They haven't bloomed yet, but I did see some small, green stems!” you told her excitedly.  “Where’s father?” Peter asked, standing up.  “Just putting the horse in his stall. He’ll be here soon.”  “Do you think he’d play ball with us today?” he asked.  “I’m not sure, son. I think he may need to go back to his office, but why don’t you ask him when he comes out?” you hated disappointing your children, but more often than not, Tommy had very few spare hours to spend with his children. Much to your dismay, most of their waking hours were spent with their tutors and the nanny. You and Tommy were often busy with business.  “Ask me what?” Tommy asked, coming up behind you and taking a hold of your hand.  “If you would play ball with us this afternoon.” Peter said.  Tommy looked at you nervously for a moment. “I don’t have anything pressing to attend to today. Why not!”  Peter and William cheered. “Can I play?” Isabel asked.  Peter rolled his eyes. “She can be on my team.” Tommy told his eldest, who started to walk back towards the house. 

When you got back to the house, Tommy, your sons and Isabel stayed outside to play while you and Katherine went back inside the house to get some lemonade, cheese and crackers for a snack. “Mother, do you love Daddy?” she asked.  You smiled to yourself. “Very much. What would make you ask such a question?”  “Just wondering.” she responded dreamily. 

That night, after all your children were safely tucked away in their beds, Tommy began working on the promise you had made him in the horse barn. “Gotta be quiet, love.” he rasped in your ear, his hand between your legs.  You bit back a moan. “Thomas,” you whined.  “Sh...” he chuckled, pushing your nightgown further up your hips.  You were in fact, not quiet that evening. Your husband was good at many things, and delivering pleasure filled nights was one of his favorite pastimes.  You woke up the next morning, sore between your legs, but an unmistakable glow about you. Tommy loved lying in bed with you, watching you gradually come to life in the mornings.  “Good morning, my love.” he whispered, pulling you into his chest.  “Good morning,” you yawned, curling into him.  “Sleep well, my queen?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You mumbled a yes. He chuckled. “You seemed thoroughly exhausted by the time you did fall asleep.”  “I was.” you chuckled, cheeks flushing.  “Don’t be embarrassed,” he smiled down at you, heart swelling in his chest. “I loved every second.”  You heard what sounded like a stampede of footsteps, followed by the bedroom door being flung open, and the nanny screeching, “No, no, no!” Three of your children bounded in the room and launched themselves into bed with the two of you.  “Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, I am so sorry!” The nanny stammered, trying not to look at your almost bare forms, barely hidden by blankets and sheets.  You and Tommy laughed. You were glad you both had decided to slip some scraps of clothing on before you fell asleep the night before. “It’s no bother, Sara.” you chuckled. Tommy had Isabel and William pinned down, ticking both of them at the same time.  “They’re late for their lessons.” she fussed, cheeks flushing hot, seeing Tommy’s chest bare.  “That’s alright. They can work a little later into the afternoon today.” you told her as Katherine snuggled into your neck. “Good morning, my girl.” you cooed at her.  William and Isabel had managed to overpower their father, who was now being held down by both of them. “My love, help!” he laughed, playing into their game of play fighting as they tickled his stomach. You grinned at your eldest daughter.  “You reckon we ought to help Daddy?” you asked her.  “Take it like a man, father!” William laughed, causing Tommy to laugh harder than you’d heard him laugh in a long time.  “Okay, okay, okay, I surrender! I am waving the white flag!” Tommy said, breathlessly. “What do I have to do as your prisoner?”  Isabel and William looked at each other, a sneaky look on their faces. “We’d like chocolate biscuits for lunch.”  You gave him a smile. “Very well then. Small price to pay for my freedom.” he said. “Sara, see to it that they get chocolate biscuits for lunch, please.” he told the blushing maid, who was still frozen in place.  “Yes, sir, Mr. Shelby.” she said.  “Alright, children, let your mother and I get dressed. We’ll see you shortly.” Tommy told them, pressing a kiss to each of their heads. Sara ushered them out of the room quickly, closing the door behind them.  Tommy flopped back down on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. “That was fun.” he chuckled.  “Do you reckon they heard us last night?” you ask, eyeing him as he reached for a cigarette.  “You mean heard you?” he asked, chest rumbling with laughter.  “We need a bigger house.” you groan burying your face in his chest.  “You can have whatever you want, my love.”  “I’m not gonna ask ‘er!” you overheard your oldest daughter screech to your younger one.  “Fine, I’ll ask Daddy.” you heard William say as they walked down the hall to where you were sitting, sewing a quilt.  Thomas sat next to you on the loveseat, reading the paper.  “Daddy,” your youngest son said, standing in the doorway. “Daddy I have urgent business.” he said.  Tommy chuckled, setting the paper down in between the two of you. “Yes, son?”  “It’s--it’s mans business.” he said confidently.  “Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of your mother, son.” Tommy said sternly. “Your mother is as much a part of this business as I am.”  “Well,” William said, digging his little hands into his pockets. “Do you love Mother?” he asked.  “Of course I love your mother. Isn’t that obvious?” he chuckled.  “Well--we thought so but then last night there was a lot of shouting. And we figured she was upset at you because she kept shouting your name like she was upset with you. And sounded like she was crying.” he said. “We were--we were worried, that’s all, Daddy.”  All of the blood drained from your face, heart hammering with anticipation of how your husband would explain this one to your son, and daughters who were eavesdropping.  Tommy rubbed a hand over his face. “Son--”  “I tried to tell ‘em, Dad. Tried to tell ‘em they would understand when they were older.” Your eldest, Peter chimed in from behind the other three.  “Understand what, exactly, Peter?” your husband asked, eyes serious.  “The love between a husband and a wife.” Peter said matter-of-factly, shooting his dad a knowing look.  “Yes, Peter. Sometimes, the love between a husband and wife can be so--intense--” your husband paused, searching for a cigarette. “That it causes them to shout.”  You stifled a giggle, clearing your throat to distract yourself. “Mother, are you certain you’re alright?” Your youngest son asked.  “Of course, lovey. Your father is right. I love him very much.” you said, smiling gently at him.  “Right, well, go run along now, please.” Tommy said, sitting back in his spot on the loveseat.  The three youngest children scurried off, but your eldest remained. “Thank you, son.” Tommy sighed.  “Keep it down next time, will ya? I can only answer so many questions before they aren’t satisfied with what I tell ‘em.” Peter said, giving his father a stern look.  “Yes, Peter, I will do my best to contain myself from now on.”  “You too, Mother.” your son shook his finger at you.  “Careful how you speak to her.” Tommy warned.  “Yes, Sir, Mr. Shelby.” you smiled.  Peter shook his head, turning on his heels and walking out of the room.  You and Tommy shared an embarrassed look before chuckling to yourself. “Thank God for Peter. Fifteen going on fifty, eh?” he sighed.  “Thank God for Peter.” you agreed, smiling at your husband. 

child reader getting turned to stone hcs ; dragon cookies

requested by ; shinydrakeon15 (10/09/22)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; ananas dragon cookie, longan dragon cookie, lotus dragon cookie, lychee dragon cookie, pitaya dragon cookie

outline ; “Could I ask for the dragon cookies with a child reader that got turned to stone by longan since they’re a cookie? If you wanna add longan as well that’s fine with me”

warning(s) ; child getting turn to stone, grief, some other general angst

none of the dragons could say what had caused their attachment to you, but they certainly had their theories — lotus dragon cookie believed it was something to do with biology (the need to protect their young), lychee dragon cookie thought it was just a matter of you being adorable, ananas dragon cookie blamed pride (the need to prove themselves as powerful by protecting something as fragile as a mortal child), and pitaya dragon cookie didn’t care enough about underlying reasons to hypothesise about any

not that any of that affected how they treated you, of course, because at the end of the day you were their child and they all adored you in kind regardless of your origins

pitaya dragon cookie’s time with you was spent being playful and adventurous — flying with you in their arms, play fighting with you (and sometimes even letting you win), tossing you up in the air and carrying you under their arm, and just generally doing whatever they can to have you positively shrieking with laughter

lychee dragon cookie is by far the most affectionate member of your new family — smothering you with hugs and kisses whenever you visit their island, bragging about how you’re ‘the most adorable child in the world’ to anyone who will listen, happily resting with you curled up in their arms even when they’re actually quite busy, and generally being a very doting parental figure who loves you more than anything else

lotus dragon cookie does whatever they can to ensure you are set up for a successful life as you grow up: hiring the best tutors for each subject from across the world to ensure that you only get the highest quality of education mortals can offer, using their servants to make sure you keep on top of your studies between sessions of lounging and play, offering their own insights into subjects like history and biology when asked, offering dozens of rewards and incentives for every success, and just generally being an incredibly supportive figure in your life despite coming across as a bit overbearing at times

ananas dragon cookie, meanwhile, instills a strong sense of pride within you and never misses an opportunity to spoil you rotten and show you how much better you are than other mortals: covering you in jewellery and fancy clothes, buying you any toy you ask for the moment you mention it to them, paying for grand outings to fun places around the world, making sure you have as many enjoyable experiences as possible as you grow up, and encouraging you to look down on others whenever you come across them (the other dragons also share that view, they’re just a bit more subtle about it around you)

really you were set to grow up loved and educated and understood in your found family of dragons… until longan dragon cookie found you

until they saw you all on your own, a tiny fragile mortal in the realm of the silver dragon

until they decided to deal with you in the way that they deemed the most appropriate for such an ‘offence’

until you were turned to stone before you could even blink; the eternal child frozen before you even had the time to scream, expression contorted with the beginnings of a terror you never truly got to experience or perceive

until your life came to a sudden, bitter, cold end — just another statue amongst the hundreds that adorned their lair

… your family never was the same after that unforgivable offence, after losing you because of some stupid oversight that led them to bring you with them to that meeting (because, surely, between the four of them they should have been able to keep you safe… should)

they blame themselves, blame each other, and of course are all furious with longan — which leads to them all burning their bridges and going in their own directions to grieve

lotus and lychee have support systems in their followers and, whilst they never truly get over their loss, they are able to live with it afterwards as the centuries go on

ananas returns to their isolation and becomes much more volatile and violent to any mortals that try and approach their lair, grief turning to anger as they relive that day over and over again — they are the one that took what remained of you after the fact and they keep on talking to it in the hopes of bringing you back one day

pitaya leaves everything behind and starts a new life in another kingdom, abandoning their draconic body and becoming an adventurer to avoid their grief — and they do so very well until they run into hollyberry cookie and her companions and end up face to face with a young hatchling that needs to be cared for

a child, so like you and yet so very unlike you at the same time, that forces them to finally face their grief and it breaks them — they are distant in their help with snapdragon cookie but they do offer advice when asked, but it doesn’t hurt any less when they see them and see your excitable face in their own

it hurts, but they will live on no matter how impossible that seems to them in the present

none of them outgrow your loss and they all grieve you and the life you should have had, but that grief manifests differently for each of your family members: pitaya leaves their old life behind, ananas festers in their grief and refuses to leave the past in the past, lotus adapts their grief and grows from it by doing things in your honour, and lychee becomes more isolated and reliant on those under their control to fill the void you left — all different, all separate, all grieving

except for longan, of course, who feels nothing for the life they took for they didn’t know or care to know of the impact that life would have despite how short it had been

you were loved

you are loved

you will always be loved

even if that love changes and grows in your absence

Spies Are Forever (theatre) | Epithet Erased (webshow & lite novel)

Agent Curt Mega & Tatiana Slozhno:

1. they meet as spies working against each other, and are soon after both sent to seduce the other as part of their respective missions. when tatiana's employers kidnap and torture curt, she betrays them to save him, and then saves him again when he almost gets himself killed by them a second time. curt brings her to his safe house, and his mother assumes they're a couple. they wonder if maybe they should give it a try, they kiss, and then they both confess that they absolutely are not interested in the other like that, and so they decide to just be friends. they take down the bad guys together, and then curt gets passports made for tatiana and her family so they can safely get to the united states and she cans see them again.

Giovanni Potage & Molly Blyndeff:

1. THEY’RE SO SILLYYYYYYY i love them. they’re such a prime example of friendship with an age gap in media, which, i think needs to happen a bit more. i have friends older than me! i have friends younger than me! and also they’re just. goofy. silly 2. Would any friendship bracket truly be complete without this dynamic duo? She’s a serious an disillusioned elementary school student, resigned to her miserable lot in life after years of neglect and doing her family’s taxes. He’s a wacky and optimistic teenager turned supervillain, here to sweep her away from her abusive family. Together, they commit CRIMES! 3. She is an anxious child who has the power to dumb down noises or impacts to help her deal with the literal everything in her life, as she has to balance school and her family’s toy store, especially as her father and sister seem to prioritize their own selves and not care about the family as a whole. Molly is like 11 or something and has to do her family’s taxes! He is a villainous mastermind!…well, he says he is. In actuality, Giovanni is a captain in the Bonzai Blasters, with ambitions of being promoted to Vice Principal…or even Associate Justice or Valedictorian! (Yes. This is how that system is organized) But unlike the rest, he prioritizes the wellbeing of his minions above all else. He’s comfortable with his masculinity, as he knits for his minions and packs them all some soup in case they get hungry. Oh! He also has the power of soup. He can make soup, make steam of soup, and every 13th physical hit from him deals critical damage (that has nothing to do with soup. It’s just what he does). After a heist gone wrong, these two meet, and Giovanni adopts Molly as one of his minions (giving her the minion name “Beartrap”, on account of her bear hoodie. She likes bears). Together, they thwart/do a heist and steal a valuable amulet. Giovanni also distances Molly from the Banzais when the cops show up, so she will not have to worry about legal troubles. Not spoiling much about the book (Prison of Plastic, go read it), but Giovanni continues to stand up for Molly against her family, who continues to write her off. He tries to get her sister to connect with her and soften up. He can’t do much with the dad because he sucks. Giovanni makes sure Molly knows how cool she is as a person and that she doesn’t let herself be walked all over by other people. He helps her stand up for herself, and in turn, she helps him with crime.

Note: This blog is run & followed by aromantics. Insisting any pairs are ~actually romantic~ will not only cause you to be blocked on the spot, but you'll out yourself as someone not safe to be queer around. No one wants to hear how stupid you look with those shipping goggles on.

☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Sanzu

⧫ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

⧫ WARNINGS: Switch!Sanzu, oral (reader giving & receiving), angry sex, desperate sex, mentions of toys and public sex, pegging

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ it depends on the mood, if he's angry or busy (aka Office sex) There’s not much aftercare except for giving you some water and helping you to get dressed

ꕤ if you two were a bit softer He will ask if you're okay and wants lots of cuddles

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ Sanzu likes his arms and eyes the most, trying to draw his attention there instead of to his scars

ꕤ He LOVES your thighs. He's a big thigh man and could have his head on or between them all day

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ most of the time on you, doesn't trust condoms or other things to be safe enough

ꕤ if he's feeling very jealous or possessive He cums inside of you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ When you're not home and he's needy He humps your pillow in a desperate attempt to release with the thought of you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ He’s not that experienced but does know his way around your body

ꕤ otherwise just try and gently tell him what you like but be careful, you can hurt his ego fast

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ Missionary is his number one, loves to see your face contorted in pleasure and He can be close to you

ꕤ reversed cow girl follows right after

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ He’s not really goofy in general so he's also more serious in the moment

ꕤ Looks like a man on a mission mostly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He trims it every other week

ꕤ doesn't like to be completely bare but too much hair makes him feel not clean

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He is a total surprise each time, it depends how the day goes for him

ꕤ Can range from sappy “I need you” Sex to some hate fucking, taking his anger out on you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He NEEDS it

ꕤ Doesn't care if you would do it instead but He just loves to touch himself, alone, in front of you, doesn't matter

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ …is there a kink He doesn't have?

ꕤ very big on degradation, bdsm, impact play, knife play, Mommy kink just to name a few

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ Everywhere you let him

ꕤ if He had to choose it would be his car or the bedroom

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ When you Baby him and treat him all nice and soft, spoil him even

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ He has a lot of kinks but draws the line at feces

ꕤ But not much else is on here except for seriously hurting you

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ if he's in a dominant mood He prefers receiving, watching you choke on his length

ꕤ if he's in a submissive mood, He would like to stay between your thighs for hours, worshiping you like the queen you are

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He prefers slow and deep / powerful strokes that get the bed crashing against the wall

ꕤ if he's really needy He goes fast with more shallow thrusts

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ likes them a lot since He doesn't have that much time

ꕤ usually happens bent over any object at the Bonten headquarters or in his car

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He doesn’t give a flying fuck who catches you doing what

ꕤ So don't be shy, don't hold back even in public ;)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ He seems to have endless stamina

ꕤ doesn't last super long, especially when you're on top but He can go for a lot of rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He has a whole nightstand dedicated to them, for himself, for you, for the both of you

ꕤ his favorite one is the vibrator He can turn on with a remote when you wear it for him outside and the big strap you sometimes use on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ teases a bit but if you voice out what you want He stops

ꕤ But please, please tease him! He turns to putty in your hands and gets all desperate

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ he's shamelessly loud, high pitched moans, whines, grunts, dirty talk… He's very loud

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ his biggest fantasy is sharing you with another man, not keeping it strictly straight since He would like to try out some things as well

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ decent size of 6-7 inches, rather slim but the light curve upwards reaches all the right spots

ꕤ he’s cut and has a cute light pink tip with a small beauty mark on his shaft

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ way too high

ꕤ wants to fuck at least twice a day so you two are at it like bunnies

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ again, that depends on the mood and time of the day

ꕤ if he's angry/ jealous He won’t be sleeping any time soon

ꕤ But if he's sappy and you play with his hair while his head rests on your chest he's gone quickly

UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C

Dr. John Watson Propaganda:

He literally admits that he changes his stories. "One day the true stories may be told"? Do I need to say more?

Gideon Nav Propaganda:

(Spoilers for Ht9) She just. Fully ignores most of the magic plot happening around her in the first boom to be a dyke. In the second book it’s even less reliable and it’s fully fucking insane. It’s first person but she’s telling YOU (harrow) what is happening and it’s impossible to decipher. The appearance and personality of every character is fully morphed by Gideon’s mean dykishness.

MASSIVE spoilers. Like even mentioning that this is a thing is a huge fucking spoiler. I normally don’t care about spoilers that much but I legitimately feel awful for anyone with even a passing interest in reading these books who has this spoiled for them. Anyway. Yeah turns out the second-person narration is actually a first-person narration by the dead girl living in Harrow’s head whose death traumatized Harrow (and the entire fandom) so badly that she literally lobotomized herself to forget it and give Gideon a chance at not having her soul digested.

constantly adds her own commentary, does not pay attention to the interesting moving parts of the plot bc she's too busy looking at pretty girls, cannot be trusted to read her own intentions correctly never mind anyone else's. I love her dearly

she just doesn’t notice or doesn’t give a shit about a ton of plot-essential information. Harrow and Palamedes are talking about a necromantic theorem that would blow open the entire story if we could hear them? You can instantly feel Gideon’s eyes glaze over and her mind wander to the nearest available hot girl, and our attention goes with her. It’s handled so smoothly that you might not even notice it happening until a second or third read.

More Propaganda under cut!

Gideon Nav is all but useless as a narrator, and we love her for it. So first of all, she knows absolutely nothing. She grew up under a rock. Almost literally. When the plot is happening near her, she almost never tells us about it. Politics, history, and the magic system are boring. Let her know when there's something she can FIGHT. She also has very selective emphasis and focus that can change a scene completely without ever actually lying. She can tell the same story—to us, in her third-person narration as a factual recounting—and in one version the incident will be a schoolyard scuffle, while a later telling will reveal it to have been a near-homicide. She'll confidently interpret other character's motivations and emotions, only to later be proven wrong. But the thing that makes her REALLY unreliable? She lies to HERSELF constantly. She will tell us in her narration that she doesn't give a shit where someone disappeared to, and then spend the whole day searching for them. She'll say she hates someone, when. Well....

okay so i am actually going to do one segment about her own book and one about harrow’s so many apologies and also many spoilers ahead okay? okay so in gideon the ninth it’s a well known thing that she’s an unreliable narrator on two fronts: she lies to herself and therefore us about how she’s feeling and what she’s thinking, and also she isn’t paying attention to the plot at all. the only things she pays any attention to are hot girls, swords, and hot girls with swords. at one point she watches their only way out be sealed off and is so bored about it that she goes to sleep watching it happen, taking absolutely no note of “oh hey they’re trapping us here”. later someone asks IN FRONT OF HER “hey where did all our shuttles go” and shes like “😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌” and still does not make the connection. babygirl. but THEN!!!!! in HARROW the ninth (MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD) gideon is the narrator the ENTIRE TIME (except for the revised canaan house parts) and not only does she editorialize, she also straight up lies about events and motivations! partially justified by her being inside harrow’s head, but like. babygirl. beloved. the interjections of “holy fuck” and “pommel” and othersuch things is so important to my mental health and wellbeing. thank you. thank you for lying to us so so much.

His Wife…

Quaritch x OC teaser

Contains: angst/mentions of death/ sadness/ weapons/blood

Warning ⚠️

This contains avatar the way of the water spoilers! Heavy on it please do not read if you have not watched it to not be spoiled and be confused on the story!

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The the slowly rising ringing in her ear as she slightly wakes up, groaning she sees blurry figures in front of her, she gasps instantly jolting him hissing before she was grabbed “amiya! Hey hey calm down,” one of the guys said “you’re okay, calm down,” somebody else said “who the fuck are? What are you- what’s going on?” She questioned glaring at them “you died and now you’re brought back as one of those savages,” one of the marines said I raise a brow looking down I notice my hands were blue, not… white? I’m an avatar?! How did this happen, I thought… I died? “How did-I died-what the fuck!” I freak out.

“Well why don’t you asks these scientists they’re the main ones who thought you back,” one said with his arms crossed. “Besides you have other things to worry about, you’re back and that’s what matters,” one of them said, I huff, after changing I wore s green crop top with a army cargo pants, my hair was out. Al I could do was stare at my new self, being an avatar… it feels weird, having a tail and cat ears, it’s actually cool, I cannot see what the others fucking crying like weak bitches see, I was brought to the main area where the other avatar people that were brought back as well were.

I stood off in the corner not wanting to be around them, “we have been brought back as our former enemy,” a familiar voice spoke, soon a man walks into view leaving me wide eyed, “we’ll find them and destroy them and everything they know,” quaritch said menacingly, I couldn’t believe my eyes it was him he was back too!!! I stood off in the back watching everyone and didn’t feel comfortable nor didn’t want to be around them so I leave walking down the hall, “lost young lad?” He questions making me stop in my tracks, i looked forward before turning my head “why would I be?” I ask sarcastically, “I feel like I know you, you look very familiar,” he says, “we’ll keep feeling maybe you’ll actually see,” i sassed and attempted to leave to leave till he grabs my arm yanking me back “you smart talking me girl?!” He hissed “yea and what about it… don’t talk to me like I’m one of your bitches in that room, they maybe sucking your dick every damn day but I sure as hell ain’t one of em, so I suggest you let me go before I snap your jaw off your skull killing you again and making sure you don’t come back the next time!” I threatened harshly, the boys ooed snickering around as quaritch only gave me a smirk and let me go.

But I elbowed him in the stomach making him wince grunting in pain, I walked away angrily.

The next few days I was watching videos of the old me, I couldn’t believe I was brought back to life because of this sick humanity, storing my memory just to make a puppet! It angered me so much, I looked out looking around the forest, noises came from above and the men aimed their guns at the prolemuris “scared of prolemuris?” I smirked shaking my head, they side eyed me but I could careless because it wasn’t my fault they were really a bunch of pussies that claim their the top dawgs. I walk forward and look around, i come across a old shack or something, I went over there and looked around and went inside my eyes go wide realizing this is the school. The school they shot innocent children, “what is this place?” One asked “you should fuckin know what it is,” I said with a snappy tone.

“Watch the attitude,” he said, “or fuckin what?!” I walked up to him he aimed his gun at me but I continued walking forward “if you can’t fight me fist to fist like a real man then you shouldn’t be existing, all y’all know is shoot, so scared to loose a fight so y’all shoot,” I said …

To be continued👀?….