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alun-ura · 1 year

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Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do? and What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it? (Alun)

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Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?

I wouldn't say Alun gets jealous per se, instead what she feels is something more akin to protectiveness and spite to some extent - the way and the intensity of it varying of course depending on the person. In that regard Alun is usually very calm, she doesn't carry a sense of possessiveness over people for multiple reasons; one being that I hardly imagine Alun being a monogamous person, but going deeper into it would be that because of her lifestyle and past experiences, she wouldn't want to be heavily romantically invested to someone so she nips it at the bud before it can even get to the point of bubbling such a feeling.

Specifying a bit HOW she feels, when it comes to being protective of someone she does care about - Alun isn't exactly bothered about them being with someone else. Still, it is a lingering feeling of 'Is this person good enough for you?, Are they able to keep you safe? Will they hurt you?' that can make her somewhat hostile to this other party, or even seem jealous. When it comes to spite, it is usually aimed at partners she doesn't care as much about - people that tend to be more physical with her and, ironically enough, people that try to make her jealous. Most times, people with this kind of dynamic already have a nasty attitude coming from Alun, of overall being a prick and not pleasant - she'd often describe such people as her leftovers, if the other party wants that then she is more than fine with it. It's usually in a degrading way to both people, which can also seem like spiteful jealousy.

Alun neither feels bad nor regrets either situation, she feels entitled to both feelings in the way that A) She is seeking the best for that person when being protective to the point of being horrible to them, and B) She was never in an emotional tie to care about being spiteful to someone, often lacing it with the fact that she would have most likely warned them that things would be like that. Both are not exactly good, both her behaviors and her reasoning for them are rooted in deeper issues within herself that just flower up in such a way.

What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

I think the main thing that comes to mind is her inability to emotionally connect or rely on people, though I realize Alun has many varying obstacles in all categories (go girl!) so for this I'd just go down the list.

Emotional; to explain this better I'll dip toes a bit into some past stuff as Alun has been on an emotional rollercoaster since she left the Steppes - which was the exact opposite of what she used to be like, in quite the opposite, she had experienced little and none during her time living there, to the point of getting into a 'stunted' personality and emotional. There was far too much to address and to live once she left, and hardly any care for it at the time as if one decided to eat a huge hearty meal after being starved for weeks. As expected, it didn't go too well which leaves the current times not too different from what she used to be - there was a myriad of situations and feelings she had never properly experienced truly, and the main and lingering one at the current times is love and grief. What slingshot Alun into the current person she is, how she behaves, and how she emotionally responds to things and people is the loss of a loved one caused by herself, perhaps the only one she deemed true in her life despite never truly allowing room for another after that accident happened.

It is one of the biggest themes when it comes to Alun as a person in a deeper sense of her character (and something plastered all over her aesthetic tag) but particularly this encompasses the feeling well.

"my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this."

This branches out in other aspects of her obstacles per se but I believe it to be the biggest of them, realistically she should get over it - but the damage made by her and to her due to such feeling is the one thing that I find it incredibly hard to see Alun surpass as it grew into an enormous knot between emotion, physical and social all. She is constantly haunted by it, in her dreams and losing sleep over it, it follows her in a personality adopted by herself and traits that did not belong to her, she sees them in shadows and the corners of her eyes during medication, the crystal necklace being the only thing she has from them - that sometimes seems to talk to her with that same voice. And she has questioned her sanity before due to it all, even when she is doing good or when she is completely awake it is there as a constant ringing of what happened will be shackled to her. So it ends up reflecting an unfulfilled bond, in guilt and fear that she has to surpass to truly, emotionally connect with someone. I don't think she needs to get over ALL of these to make it happen personally, but because of the type of person she is, it is very easy for the other side to fuck up in the way and have Alun retract from any progress made.

Alun is bitterly aware of it, it has come into the topic before and she recognizes it as the issue it is when she began questioning her own sanity due to it, but she isn't trying to overcome it in any way. She has, as a character, gone full circle where she hated the lack of motion her life had brought her, only to willingly walk back into it herself - Alun is 'comfortable' in the stillness of carrying her life as it is until she dies and hopefully can meet them again.

Physical; I think this can be addressed both in a bodily manner and a physical interaction way so I'll ramble about both. Going deeper into that, due to the scarring that such a loss left on her, the regards for her wellbeing were knocked away as well and this turned into a couple issues with her current days. She has sustained a couple injuries over the years, the worst being over her ribcage as I mentioned somewhere here before - the wound clearly affects her breathing if one has a keen eye for it. She also puts too much attention into defending that side, enough to leave room for other crucial parts of her body open as a target. Because of her behavior regarding her own body, she doesn't go through too much trouble in defending it, though of course she won't take blows if she can avoid it - but the scarrings over her are clear enough. To this point, she doesn't exactly have too many issues besides that which brings the actual bodily obstacle; her dependency on medication. Her body is usually aching, due to exertion, injuries, and the chemical response to the constant cocktail that goes inside her - usually all deafened by it. It has got to the point where she doesn't heal properly due to it, her response to a magickal approach isn't good too in both the body and mind, and on top of it, it has been affecting her inhibition and cognition to some extent. Her necklace takes part in how her body takes all of this in, but her addiction is by far her worst physical obstacle - and yet again, she is aware of it but she doesn't see it as a problem that has any other solution to it because she doesn't see the dependency as the problem, but how her body & health currently are now.

The other facet of a physical obstacle is how she physically connects to people since the emotional option is usually out of the picture. This is the way that Alun will gladly invest herself into, though yet again it is in a destructive way as I mentioned above regarding her wellbeing. It is the easiest way to connect to her, and also the easiest way to completely shatter any opportunity to get anywhere 'closer' to her - and also what she WILL offer in most scenarios if the chance is given. This doesn't have to be romantically or sexually exclusive, and goes as far as offering herself physically to a foe [ in a fight right? :) ], ultimately, she gets the same satisfaction of being beside someone either as a partner or as an enemy. And this can go in any way, be together in combat or opposing, sharing a respite together, or in bed. With this, she is steadily building wall after wall that, as closely as it gets with the other person, she is putting her actual self further and further away while getting that high of a company she desperately wants, not that person's company but just A company. In a physically social way, I think this is the biggest obstacle and something Alun is actually not aware of - she is lonely and starved for different aspects of comfort, and she seeks all of these with the company of strangers regardless of if they are hostile or not.

Social; I think all of the above builds into her social issues and the knot I mentioned within all of these, that builds into her biggest social struggle that's her fear of getting close, her emotional distance while being physically close, how her medication aids in hindering her personality to an extent - all of these builds into Alun being a tricky individual to get close to because she is constantly shifting from cold and hot. It flickers back and forth, from friendly teasing to cruel remarks, of interest to silence, toothy grins that follow that perpetual monotone voice. Though the reason for it is an amalgam of all of the above, she has adopted many traits of the people that she knew, people that she lost, and built who she currently is as a walking monument for those. In a way, it is one of the reasons why she won't take the approach of just choosing to die - I know I posted this quote of hers here before but this is the best take I have of the creature herself about it.

“All that I am now, every memory, everything that I know, every thing that I did, every single fucking step of the way– I would give it all back t'him if it meant getting him back.”

All that she currently is is pieces put together of those that she affected somehow, that Alun blames herself for - and this shows in her very personality, in an adopted form of speech, or her preference for certain drinks, down to the very fidgeting habits she has. She does this in a conscious way while seeing that both as the person she is and someone she also won't always be - which can make it difficult if someone is after knowing Alun in a deep sense, of who she is, or keeping up with her behavior.

#asks #thank you for the ask!#this got #so incredibly long oh my god #I'm sorry NFJKDNJG AAAAAA #I was even like #hm hm I'm going to try and keep this short and not ramble too much #wHICH I DID I SWEAR #I think my favorite parts or themes about alun is #literally all of these aspects #she has so many social issues #and huge emotional issues #and physical ones too #go GIRL #and it is genuinely hard to implement all of these when writing her without being just Too Much #moreso because when writing her in a scene with someone these things won't be in their face to read like in an ask right #it will be small details that are JUST THERE #Alun poking at the crack of her horn or grinning and laughing are all signs of these things #even her speech #so I like to mull about these things a lot in my mind because they are core pillars to the character she is now even if it reflects in #too subtle ways #OK I'M SHUTTING UP NOW

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sombrashe · 1 month

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If you’re comfortable with it Id like to request a Norm x chummy fem reader smut, so far I can’t find any smut for our short king Norm T-T

Teasing

content reader is a seasoned wastelander and knows how to survive but is completely clueless when it comes to sex so norm is here to help <3, nipple play, thigh riding, mentions of giving a blowjob but nothing comes from it, afab!reader, chubby!reader

note(s) reader is a fillian and joined lucy's group on their way back through after collecting norm | i hope that this ready is chummy enough!!

"Hey Norm, I was thinking for Lucy's par-."

Your words die on your tongue as you walk into the room. Norm is sitting there cock in hand mouth open at your discovery.

"Fuck."

It's all he can think to say. Months without a release has made his mind foggy. This fog is exactly why he's propped against a pile of wooden boxes. Why he told you he was going next door to 'double check the terminal'.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I don't want to interrupt. I can leave you be if you want."

You give him a gentle smile as you keep direct eye contact. You got a good look when you first walked in. He wonders what you have to say about it.

"What?"

He's normally so comfortable around you. Your soft and sweet personality makes him feel safe and calm. He thought you might turn and run out of the cramped room. Instead, you continue standing there as if you were waiting for orders.

"Did ya' want some help? I don't know how much I can do, I've never seen a penis before. But I'm willing to learn if you want. :)"

He was not expecting this. Not you offering yourself to him. He can tell you mean it too. What with the way your fingers danced across your thigh as you waited for an answer.

"Okay."

He was normally so confident and yet here he was giving short answers while you rambled.

"Cool."

You strip yourself of your armor and weapons to join him on the floor. Sitting down cross-legged in front of him you make sure to flash him a warm smile. He removed the hand that was loosely holding his cock and rubbed his palm against his thigh. You push your fingertips together eagerly watching as it twitches against his abdomen. He was more muscular than you imagined and it fit him nicely.

"Go ahead."

You blink at him and gather yourself onto your knees. Sitting back on your heels you feel comfortable enough to continue. Reaching forward you trace your pointer finger down the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. He tilts his head and focuses on your face instead of your actions. Gathering up the courage you wrap your hand around his shaft. Pulling it down slightly you take in the subtle curve. Your stomach starts moving and you heat up at the feeling. Moving your hand you gently press your fingers into the skin. His fingers end up wrapped around your wrist after a few minutes of prodding.

"Is there a better way?"

"You can use your mouth or I can show you how to use your hand."

"Can I try both? The girl I used to go scavenging with said to stick to one. Is it because it's too much?"

"You can try both."

Here he was, vault suit pooled at his ankles, while you sat waiting for his instructions. His cock jumps at the idea.

"Come here."

You scoot yourself up along his leg and settle with you resting on his thigh. He reaches up and searches your face as he pulls your distressed shirt over your head. You allow him to undress you, going through your layers until the straps of fabric holding your breasts in place are the only obstacle left. You take over then and skillfully remove the knots letting the fabric fall pushed off to the side. He reaches forward and ghosts his thumb over your right nipple. You quickly grab at his wrist with your dominant hand.

"Did you like that?"

"Mm-hm."

He gently pries your hand off of his wrist and instead wraps it around his bicep. You dig blunt nails into smooth skin as he brushes his thumb over your nipple again. Letting out a soft sound he twists the bud. He dips his head down and towards your chest. Your cheeks twinge with strong heat. When his lips clasp around your untouched nipple your throat lets out a sound. Something deep within your chest. You keep it in your mouth and swallow it back down.

"Try moving your hips. No, in a circle. Like this."

He removes himself from your chest completely to guide you. His face is calm even when you bump your knee into his ruddy cock. You remember how sensitive he was and you wonder if it felt similar to the pressure building in your abdomen. When you seem to have gotten into a rhythm he removes his hands from your hips. Cupping your breast he raises the fatty mound to his mouth. Peppering the flesh in soft kisses he finishes with the nipple back into the warmth of his mouth. Huffing you slam your palm into his bicep. He grunts and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

"It's a lot. In my stomach."

"That's normal, is it a nice feeling?"

"I think?"

He hums as he sucks on your nipple while his hand tweaks the other. Your hips smear your clothed cunt against your underwear. The feeling in your abdomen grows stronger and your hips start to suffer the consequences. Struggling to continue your movements you cup at Norm's cheeks. Finally, he releases your nipple with a wet pop.

"Can we kiss?"

He gives a small soft smile and presses his soft lips against your chapped ones. Using his hands he once again helps guide your hips. Slide, slide, circle, slide. You don't want to make sounds but your throat has a mind of its own and you're unable to swallow the squeaks that pass into his mouth. You feel embarrassed.

"Why didn't you make sounds?"

"Didn't have enough time, I would have. Especially with you touching me."

"Oh~"

This time a soft whimper was swallowed instantly by him. The way his lips move against yours has the heat building in your abdomen coming to full force. His hands leave your hips to continue tweaking your nipples. You press yourself fully down onto his thigh. The overwhelming feeling has you forgetting his main rule of kissing- don't bite. To his credit, he doesn't say a word even when your mouth starts to fill with copper. Your teeth click against his as you double down. Sharp canines cut at his perfect lips and the only indication of pain is how painful he twists at you. It felt heavenly and soon the heat in your abdomen was sending sharp electricity through your veins. When the electricity reaches your toes you feel the denim between your legs start to soak through. Letting out a sharp yelp the heat slowly leaves your limbs heavy.

"Are you okay? How do you feel? Did you like it?"

He's asking a million questions a minute and all you can do is give him a thumbs up. Leaning forward you let your cheek rest on his shoulder collarbone. He gives you a chuckle as he gently rubs circles into your back.

"Oh, what about you? Don't you need some release?"

"I'm fine. I already came."

"Is that what I did?"

"Yes. Exactly the same."

Looking down slightly you see the creamy white stains covering his toned stomach. Humming you cuddle into him and close your eyes as cozy heat covers you.

#fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #fallout 2024 #fallout smut #norm maclean #norm maclean smut #norm maclean x reader #norm maclean x reader smut #sombrashe writes

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cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos · 2 months

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"This is real, this is me" - Demi Lovato, at some point back in the 2000s

TL;DR: Hi, my name is Laura and this is my personal blog. I'm Christian and vocal about it, we can talk about it if you want. I'm Brazilian and bilingual and so is this blog. I talk a lot so my posts will be often lengthy; I'm a librarian and a writer so I'll be posting about things around these themes - info science, organization, book-related, writing, short stories, OCs… I have a lot of interests ranging from Ts4, BG3 to kpop and poetry so expect those too. I'm an insecure artist, looking for a place to call mine, basically. More info bellow the cut.

It's probably the millionth time I try to kick start this blog, but anyway

Hi everyone! My name is Laura and this is my personal blog. Before anything, lemme present myself.

First of all, I'm Christian. I think it's important to clarify this right off the top so we're clear on how this blog goes and how I go. I'm Christian and really value my faith, I'm rather vocal about it, so that's within basically everything I do. I'm also always avaiable to talk about it to curious people or fellow Christians wanting to talk. Hit me up if you feel like it ✨

I do not enjoy this bit but, if things get rather hostile or aggressive, I'm unfollowing/blocking and ask you do the same bc there's no need to keep annoying ourselves. Jesus said to turn the other cheek, not to become a doormat so we'll keep things respectful and friendly as to not get into heated arguments ok? Ok.

With that on the clear, here's other things for you to know me: I'm Brazilian! And living in Brazil (for now). I speak Portuguese as a first language, and English as a second - and do risk myself at Spanish sometimes, and I'm learning Korean, so: this is a bilingual and at times multilingual blog. THOUGH I will be speaking English most of the time. That's what most people speak around here, right, so let's go, bora pra cima Brasil 🥳

⚠️This is a warning⚠️ please be noted that I talk a lot. I know I do. I talk way too much in person and type even more, so please be WARNED that my texts (this bio included!) will more often than not be lengthy. I apologize but also don't. That's it.

Hmmm, what else? Oh Yeah Well

I'm a Librarian! And a writer! I have an insane amount of projects going on now (you can call me a workaholic lol). I'm an enthusiast for Library Sciences and topics related to information, organization, books! Everything Info Science is on my radar, so I'll be probably talking about that or linking my other blog with texts about that. Feel free (and please do) to ask me about those things!

As for the Writer part, I'm a fantasy writer, with about 3 to 4 different sagas going on inside my head and very little written about them 🤡 I'm trying to get better at that as to be able to actually have something to show people rather than loose drafts. I'm also an enthusiast for short stories so I'll be eventually posting drabbles about random themes!

That's actually the whole point of this blog, writing.

Other interests and possible themes to be happening here are related to:

The Sims 4 (hi Simblr ^^); I do play this too often and will be rambling about my Sims OCs;

Baldur's Gate 3 [screams]; I am OBSESSED with this game but only get to play it when I go to my bestie's place, so not that many posts about it BUT I WILL DEFINITELY BE TALKING ABOUT ASTARION. No, I'm not a weirdo Astarion Girlfriend, I'm a normal person;

Cats. I love cats, I have cats, I'm obsessed with cats;

Poetry; I take my chance at those very rarely but I do;

Super Junior and other kpop subjects; 🤩 I'm ELF, yeah, I did write a handful of fanfics about SJ so I'll link them at my catalog, though I don't write those anymore. I do talk about them tho;

Hm, idk, the color blue, art, sea and storms (huge fan of those), random reblogs about aesthetic stuff, photography, museums, wtv. If you can't tell I have major hyperfixes in random things.

I do think of myself as an artist and I've been considering and not doing things like this blog for way too long. This is my try at making it work. I do write and post on other platforms (you can navigate through them on the buttons on the top of my blog - on desktop view - or on the links on my soon to be pinned post) but they don't usually take lengthy (I really like this word) posts like Tumblr can so HERE AM I.

I hope to find my people around here.

This is a very quick shortened bio of mine (believe me), ask me questions if you want to, my askbox 📫 is always open. And please remember: internet is just a slice of someone's life so don't go around making assumptions.

ー L

#hello tumblr #personal blog #writing #writers on tumblr #simblr #artsy #and a lot of other stuff i cannot categorize right now #oh #books #books & libraries #library science #librarian #idk what else #yay !

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skyward-floored · 6 months

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so ummm I started following your blog right before 2023 whumptober and I keep seeing AIU being posted and though I get this jist (I think) I'm super scattered lol. I've gone from baby twice to sick sky to Time being kidnapped by majora? If it's not too much trouble, what's happening in your AU? I'm really interested and it seems fun🙃

Ah yeah I could see how all of that would be confusing 😅 I’ll do my best to explain!

So linkeduniverse Incredibles au. Short answer is that it’s basically an AU of The Incredibles (good movie, I highly recommend) with some things changed to make more sense with lu. Basically the boys are family, have powers and are superheroes... it’s basically a superhero au that happens to be based off a Pixar movie.

I hop around the timeline of things a lot though, so it can be confusing heh. So like, Time vs Majora happens when he’s a young adult, the thing with Sky being sick is right around in there too, but Twilight isn’t born for a few years, same with the rest of the boys. I don’t make it easy 😅

If it helps though, all my fics for the IAU are on ao3, (the collection is here), and I try to make an effort to explain when everything is going on in those at least XD

I’m also sort of trying to write out a timeline to make things easier for people, but so far it’s a lot of hard-to-read pencil scribbles in a notebook I’ve got lol. I’ve been trying to figure out a good way to make things easier for people, but I haven’t had any brilliant ideas aside from a timeline. Maybe a bulletpoint list of important events would be good? Hm.

Ah well I’m rambling. Hopefully this answered your question!

#if you have more questions feel free to ask! I don’t mind explaining :)#answers from the floor #dragonloreranger #Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #main tags because it’s sort of an explanation

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marvelousbutterfly · 1 year

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Real growth takes time

Chapter 1

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"Are you annoyed with me?"

Bucky froze, caught off guard by the straight-forward question. "What?"

"I know sometimes people get annoyed by me, because I talk too much and I can't keep still, and I'm really bad at reading facial expressions so I don't notice when people get tired of me. But I'm a science guy, and I noticed a pattern that when people get too quiet it might mean they're annoyed or they want me to shut up and stop rambling-" he stopped, finally taking a breath. "Sorry. So, are you annoyed with me?"

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or in which Peter teaches Bucky about masking, and helps him unmask. Featuring awesome Tony and Sam in the 2nd chapter.

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"Bye, Happy!" Peter shouts as he dashes for the elevator of the Tower, greeting Friday with the same excitement. It had been a good day and he was in a great mood, unable to keep it all inside as he bounced on his feet, clapping his hands.

As the elevator approached Tony's personal floor, he could hear indistinguishable voices chatting, with a few laughs here and there. Who could it be? He wondered. His question was soon answered as the doors opened to reveal a few of the Avengers lounging on the couches.

"Hello, Peter," Natasha was the first to notice him. He smiled wide and waved. The others, Bucky, Sam, Clint and Steve greeted him with a mix of Hey Pete and How's it going?

Hearing his teammates, Tony emerged from the kitchen.

"Hi buddy, how was Ned's?"

Peter once again clapped in excitement. "It was great, we finally finished assembling the quinjet!"

"A quinjet?" Bucky inquired.

"Lego," Tony clarified, before squeezing Peter's shoulder affectionately, "I'm glad you had fun! Now go put your stuff away so we can have dinner."

They all watched in fondness and amusement as the boy skipped to his room, his backpack bouncing with the movement.

"Pipsqueak is excited," Sam commented, to which everyone hummed in agreement, none of them containing their smiles.

Bucky was smiling too, but his eyes were pensive as he watched Peter stim. Sam looked at him, mouthing You okay? The man simply nodded, giving his friend a tight-lip smile.

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The evening was spent with Peter excitedly talking about lego sets, naming different pieces and mechanisms. Everyone listened attentively, asking questions here and there with genuine curiosity as none of them knew much of the subject.

The only quiet one was Bucky. Usually that wouldn't be odd at all, but Sam knew him. He noticed the distant look on the man's face, the way he would try to hide his frown and barely touch his meal.

Peter noticed his quietness too, though he couldn't quite decipher his facial expressions and body language. Was he sad? Tired? Bored? He couldn't tell.

Once they were all settling in the living room once again, Peter noticed Sam and Bucky talking quietly. By that he means that Sam was talking and Bucky simply shook his head or nodded in agreement to whatever was said. He approached with bouncy feet, flopping on the cushion next to the soldier.

Bucky inhaled sharply and Sam immediately adjusted his posture, smiling to hide his previous concerned expression. "Hey short stuff!"

Peter rolled his eyes in fake annoyance as his fingers tapped on the cushion beneath him. Bucky watched the movement intensely.

"Bucky?" Peter called, making the man shake his head and look up with raised eyebrows.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?" Peter inquired sheepishly.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Are you annoyed with me?"

Bucky froze, caught off guard by the straight-forward question. "What?"

Bucky's expression turned unusually soft. "Of course not, you could never annoy me, Peter," he assured the boy.

Peter sighed in relief, his tense shoulders finally relaxing. "Oh, that's good. That's good."

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way," he apologized, then added in a playful tone, "You know I'm known for my quietness and intense glaring."

Peter smiled, "Yeah, that's true." After a pause, his expression went from relaxed to concerned once again. "What's wrong then? You don't seem to be having fun, something must be wrong. Was it the food? Did it have a bad texture for you?"

"No no, the food was delicious," Bucky said, ignoring Peter's skeptical expression. No one has commented on it, but everyone has noticed that the man had barely touched his meal.

Peter also noticed he had been holding himself from moving sometimes. At one point, Bucky had rocked forward and back in his chair during dinner, then stopped suddenly, his back straight as a pole. In another moment, he was grunting quietly - no one seemed to have noticed, but Peter's hearing was far better than anyone else's -, before biting his lip to keep himself quiet. Peter had noticed how Bucky would tense his body, as if forcing it to stop moving. Making himself stop snapping his fingers, or tapping his hands on his legs. Peter had noticed those patterns, he just couldn't quite figure out what exactly was going on. Were those stims, or simply anxious tics, or something else entirely?

"You know, you can tell me the truth," Peter said with his signature kind smile, "I talk a lot but I'm also a good listener."

Bucky snorted a laugh, tapping his fingers on his leg, looking anxious and unsure. He looked around. Clint and Nat were bickering, Clint hanging upside down from one of the vents; Tony and Pepper were cuddling on a nearby couch, talking quietly; Sam and Steve were talking excitedly about musicians from the past century. No one seemed to be paying attention to the conversation between Bucky and Peter.

"I've been watching you- uh," Bucky paused, trying to remember the word Peter had taught him, "moving? Like-" he flapped his hands.

"You mean stimming?" Peter aided him.

"Yeah, stimming."

"It's okay, people tend to look and stare a lot. You don't have to feel bad about watching me, I know you're not judging."

"You're right, I'm not judging you at all," Bucky agreed, "It's quite the opposite, actually."

At that, Peter tilted his head to the side. Like a puppy, Bucky thought.

"What do you mean?" The boy asked.

"I'm watching because I'm trying to learn."

"Learn… How to stim?"

"Yeah?" the man answered, unsure of himself. "Learn how to do it without stopping myself, at least. Like you do," he admitted.

Suddenly, realization hit Peter. So those movements he'd notice Bucky stop himself from making were not nervous tics. They were stims. And Bucky was suppressing them.

"You want to stop masking ," Peter said, not quite a question.

"Stop what?"

"Masking. It's what we call when you suppress your autistic traits and hide them, from the world and from yourself even."

"That's a thing?" Bucky asked.

Now it all made sense. Bucky grew up in a time when autism wasn't known. People like him were not only ridiculed, but forced onto cruel treatments and isolation. Just like his attraction to men, Bucky had to hide his traits so no one would notice he was different. He couldn't hide it all, of course. He learned how to be good with the ladies by reading a lot and noticing patterns and rules. He followed a strict routine and relied on Steve to learn some things, as well as

understanding certain jokes. Besides Steve, he didn't have many friendships. The girls were only one night stands, no one stuck around.

So his subconscious forced him to stop the traits he could, for his own protection. So he wouldn't be taken away from his mother, from Steve and the life he knew.

"How do I stop doing it?" Bucky asked.

Peter pursed his lips. "Honestly? I don't know. I barely mask, I can't really hide my traits so I'm not very experienced with this, but we can figure something out."

Bucky nodded, sighing in relief and smiling gratefully at the kid.

"Hey, old man!" Sam approached, hanging his arm over his friend's shoulders. "Ready to lose on Mario Kart?"

Bucky gave him a half-smile. "You bet."

Sam laughed, before leaning closer and whispering, "you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay."

#autistic peter parker #autistic bucky barnes #peter parker #mcu spiderman #my fics #butterfly writes

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pigeonwit · 9 months

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hullo pidge!

ive got three for you: ✄ , ✦, ♡. i already forgot what each of them means, but i trust that you can check the list and know. (for the one thats about comments u can choose what fic its for xx)

also notre dame by paris paloma as vice vermin virtue is so accurate literally everytime i hear that song i think of triple v

sneep you really feed my need to just talk about things all the time and i love it thank you so much for feeding my inane ramblings.

✄ what’s your editing process?

,,, yknow i dont think i really have one? like for oneshots and stuff i just sort of write it all down and try to see if it all Works for the character's POV and the story i want to tell. i try to break it up into segments so i can look over it piece by piece instead of slogging through the whole thing afterwards (cause i hate that and hating it makes me rush through it and that's how i make mistakes) but that's kind of it - for oneshots at least. for stories that i intend to keep adding to i want to make sure everything's followable, like character motivations and mental states and etc etc, so i go scene by scene and REALLY scrape over it. i have a bit in rbr4 that i've revisited at least eight times now because it's just not QUITE getting davey's motivations down the way i want. and then once i'm done analysing all those sections and fitting them together, i normally go to @rebuke-me for beta-ing just to make sure everything's flowing in an understandable way. i don't really do first and second drafts because i've already been drafting every scene bit by bit, so when i'm all done i just proofread as best i can and send it off to jupes if she's not too busy. unfortunately i do occasionally make some little mistakes (repeating a word or phrase too much, mixing up my metaphors, some small grammar stuff, etc) and i have a PROBLEM of getting too bogged down in little details that don't matter, but fanfictions a hobby, not a profession, and treating it like a profession is always what ruins it for me, so i prefer my casual editing process. it's not perfect, but i wouldn't be enjoying myself if it was.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

ayyy this is. hm. probably 'matches' since it was so short, and i had the idea just kind of pop into my head fully formed. it's literally just one snippet of jack and davey's lives so it was pretty easy to get down. and the hardest is absolutely 'run boy run'. it's every single davey thought i've ever had written into a loveletter to my own autistic experience, which is... taxing, and on top of that it's a bit of a struggle to keep davey's motivations and character clear without projecting too much of myself onto him. but it's my baby and i love it dearly, and even if i don't get it all out perfectly it's still going to be my most treasured fic.

♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy

without a doubt this goes to the comment left by ao3 user 'tablesaltiv' on 'say you came on first (i think you came on fine)' - it's too long for me to feel comfortable putting it in this post, and honestly i'd feel a little vain even if i did, but it's probably the most reassuring comment i've ever gotten. i stopped writing fanfiction when i was around sixteen/seventeen due to a very VERY big personal spiral and didn't post any again until i was twenty. i was REALLY scared of posting 'say you came on first' because it was probably the most character-studyish thing i'd ever done before, and i was. very stupidly paranoid that i had completely misunderstood the characters and should just call it quits again - and then tablesaltiv left their very lovely comment saying that having seen the show live themselves, my fic felt entirely accurate. it was incredibly reassuring for me and filled me with a lot of confidence, and even though i know i'm never going to understand these characters FLAWLESSLY, i at least feel confident enough to think that i understand them well - and now i'm still here and writing a very ambitious fic that i'm worrying about a LOT, but i'm determined to finish anyways :) thank you tablesaltiv

(also - i know i can't REALLY count this since it's not on a fic like the ask game said but i have to say thank you to YOU, sneep, for saying that you think about one of my own silly little fanfics every time you listen to a song?? that's crazy to me. i can't believe that. that's so kind and meaningful in ways i can't put into words. like. holy shit my fic exists in your brain. i can't believe that. so yeah that made me extra happy too fshhs)

#sneep you are an incredibly encouraging person and hearing from you is wonderful :))#newsies #ask #sneepsnoopboopideeboop #long post #fic thoughts

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tomyo · 9 months

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I know I suddenly posted a lot of backlog adventure stuff back to back haha but just a little lore building here. I felt some energy to actually try games after the rush of playing KH3. At the same time, games are hard alone bleh.

Next week though, I'm briefly staying with a friend who I might try to play through with on Sonic Riders and Nights. Last year when I visited him, I brought my Dreamcast down and we went through Jet Set Radio on it so this is the next playthrough together I guess hahaha.

I would of liked to play more Dreamcast games soon, however a lot of mine don't actually work at the moment. Shenmue and Sonic adventure need to be polished which is big oof anxiety and to a much less extent, Cooking Mama cook off. Might even trade that one in to be real. I think it'd probably be the most fun for us to one day attempt a Dream Cast Binge together. Shenmue will certainly be....a heavy meal of a game and other games like Time Stalkers and Space Channel 5 would just be fun with friends. I might even bring the 360 at some point so I can force him to do Free Riders with me too hahaha.

In general since basically buying every Harvest Moon game out there (as I write this I may or may not be getting grand bazaar and hero of leaf valley 💀) my attention jumped to my Sonic collection. Basically my biggest gap is with Wii era games surprisingly. When I was in elementary to early high school I was pretty big on the games and bought a lot of them for the sub $15 the GameCube ones cost at that time. There is a distinct pain over the fact the copy of Adventure XD I had I had to return for being to scratched given the prices now and for personal reasons, there's someone who I've wanted to be the one to give me their old copy of even though it won't ever happened hahaha. My biggest desires right now are to get my hands on Black Knight but I've also wanted a 360 copy of Unleashed, Generations, Zero Gravity, and Shadow the Hedgehog. Rush adventure and Shuffle also catch my eye but my wallet hurts enough as is. I really need to stop getting into game collecting.

Part of the reason to bring Sonic up is also because I'll probably be playing a replay of Sonic 06 with the friend who leant me his PS4. He apparently never played it but wants to and I love just... Backseat gaming rather than actually playing. Hahahah. Games can be magical but art takes up too much time in my life now. The switch has been helpful for my more on the go lifestyle these days but I often still run short on free time. Even now Ive been wasting work hours to do KH3 this past weekend.

I guess my final little ramble is back to my HM collection. God it's kinda scary how many games I had suddenly bought at once. I keep meaning to play but I know they're the kinda games I have to secretly dedicate a lot of time towards. If I do end up getting the two aforementioned with my recent impulse gets, I've pretty much achieved most major versions of the game. My biggest other missing ones probs come down to the Og Story of Seasons, A version of Back to Nature, and the FoMT remake. Another wonderful life is on there but I'm starting to question my need for that one when I hate all the bachelors which I'm required to marry. Overall though I've reached what feels like a pretty doable conclusion from all of those.

Playing them however.....is a separate case hahaha. I had briefly started a AWLSE run which I might try to pick up, I want to return to Animal Parade as well over the winter, and a Save the Homeland run should??? Be quick??? I just started a my little shop attempt which is a pretty pick up and put down game so I will likely do that daily with Animal Parade when I play that. Overall I think my biggest scare is the handheld games. They should be easier but they feel harder. I want to do A New beginning the most but the game mechanics are daunting. The DS cute Skye playthrough might end up being the better choice from those right now. Which leads me to question how long will I take to go through all those games since I haven't been playing them over the years like they were meant for.

I think if I do go through end of the year as I intend to, recovering from surgery, I will try to go through a bunch of them.

#tomyo's backlog adventure

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loveume · 2 years

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# bubbly 🥂

getting brunch with your friends is a occasional treat. having delicious food and drinks in the sun as laughter rings through the air. you're truly grateful for the days you get to enjoy their company especially since you're all adults with obligations and your own busy lives.

what you aren't grateful for is your absolutely abysmal alcohol tolerance.

when you go out clubbing with your boyfriend, suna, he's quick to cut you off after your third drink, fourth if you're lucky. he can hold his liquor far better than you, damn that boy and his iron stomach.

and it's not like you particularly enjoy getting drunk, you can't stand the burning sensation in your throat after a shot but this is brunch. which means the drinks they serve you and your friends are fruity and fun. it's like apple juice to a five year old, so it's no surprise that by the end of your little gathering that you're tipsy. thankfully not fall-down drunk but bad decision-making tipsy.

"call her boyfriend." you hear one of your friends say with a small giggle. she has your arm over her shoulder and her's snug around your waist to keep you still.

a precaution apparently, since you vaguely remember something about you wanting to take off your dumb heels and spin in the sunshine. ah it's such a nice day today.

another friend pulls your phone out of your purse and the one holding you uses her free hand to grasp your face gently so they can unlock it.

meanwhile, you're giggling like a six year old that had too much sugar.

"did you really save suna-san as; 'my pookie wookie preheat oven to 350°', with like eighty heart emojis??" the friend with your phone asks through her laughter. "no fucking way, lemme see!" your other friend urges.

even through your alcohol haze you find it in yourself to feel a bit bashful, your cheeks feeling warm.

"just call him pleaseeeee," you whine.

"okay okay."

suna as aloof and uninterested as he may seem is actually quite the devoted boyfriend. he adores you, and you know it, so it's no surprise that a short while later he pulls up where you and your friends are waiting for him.

"rinntarooo!!" you squeal, wiggling out of your friends grasp to throw your arms around him. you're so happy to see him, burying your face in his chest and grasping his broad shoulders. your boyfriend is so hot.

suna thanks your friends for caring for you while you busy yourself with trying to drown in his scent, he smells incredible.

soon you're safely in the passenger seat of his car and he leans over to fasten your seatbelt before driving you home.

he keeps one hand on the wheel while the other squeezes your thigh, something he does when he wants you to pay attention to what he's about to say.

"my poor girl," he sighs, "did you at least have fun?"

you giggle, even though nothing is funny.

"soo much fun, rin. the drinks there are reallyyyy good, they had one that tasted like happiness. let's go together sometime."

suna listens to your rambling for the rest of the ride, and even carries you up to his apartment.

"you're never going near a place with alcohol if i'm not present." he mumbles, more to himself than you, as he sets you down at the foot of his mattress.

"let's get you outta that pretty dress hm? so we can get you to sleep."

your selective hearing only picks up the first part and it makes you perk up. you glance up at suna and make what you think is your most seductive face. "ohoho if you wanted me nakedddd all you had to do was ask." you finish with a wink.

all you get in response is a pillow to the face.

"you're lucky i like you," suna says with a sigh.

and you are. you are lucky that suna likes you. likes you enough to deal with you tipsy and bring you home safe. and for that you love your suna.

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro drabbles #oh em geeeee #long time no see guys lol #love.notes 💌

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smallesttits · 2 years

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▪︎UNEXPECTED▪︎

Inspiration from a book called drenched in my reading lists I'm pretty sure. Go check it out, it's a quick cute read <3 [Wattpad]

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ NSFW, SMUT. If you’re not comfortable, exit is this way ↖️

"Oh fuck, vin!" I squeal, feeling extremely heated in the moment.

We'd literally just left the gym, hot and sweaty we both were, and he carried me to an empty restaurant. I was extremely hesitant, noticing it read "CLOSED FOR THE TIME BEING"

"are you sure we are allowed in her- AH!" I yelp when he unlocks the doors quickly before slamming me into a wall. Without another word, our lips connect and his hands roam my body. I start to slide down the wall, he grips me up and holds me in his arm. Swiping everything off the closest table, and spreading me out on it. My shirt is ripped through the middle, I wince at the fabric being torn. My shorts and yanked off of me, resulting me to be left in my thong and push up bra.

He unclasps my bra, and slides down my thong as quickly as he can, before stuffing my thong in his pocket.

Weirdo.

He reaches over and under the table for a black box, which has a lock on it. I don't question even if I should, knowing his reputation. he unlocks it, grabbing out a long thin mesh rectangle that is fastened around my wrists. He pushes them over my head, and I feel exposed.

"So beautiful.." he murmurs, pushing his finger down my folds. I whimper, grinding my hips along with him. I feel like I stink, I feel disgusting actually.

But what's the point of being clean just to get dirty again?

Double work out.

"So wet for me, hm.." he whispers, squishing my cheeks together as I hear the sounds my clit and folds make against his fingers.

"Probably half discharge." I mutter to myself.

I moan quietly when his fingers slide down to my entrance, prodding it. When he slides them in, I don't even wince as for I am soaked.

Speeding his pace, I feel my thighs begin to quiver, and I start to squirm. My mouth opens, and a breathy moan crawls it's way from my throat as I squirt my juices out for him.

He doesn't stop, instead speeding up as my hips lift off the table. Poor table. I shift to grab his hand, forgetting I'm tied up. I move in an awkward position, and he laughs at me before shifting me back without even trying to slow himself.

I whine and whimper before squirting again all over him, feeling like a broken pipe. My orgasm doesn't stop, bursting over and over again as I spray myself out unwillingly.

"Vi-vin wait, m-can't!" I cry, feeling him pull out his fingers and pat a couple slaps on my parts as I spasm.

"Yes you can, I know you can. Let it out..give me all of that pussy baby.." He crouches down and burrows in my crotch. My thighs tighten around him as I scream, my pussy begging for mercy.

"Can't vin.. please! Too much!" I cry, tears freely streaming down my face, my nipples erected and my clit on fire.

He sucks the life out of me as I squirt the rest of what feels like my bodily fluids out into his mouth. I cry and twitch, screaming my orgasm in spurts of cries.

When he finally detaches himself from me, I feel my body begin to drain of energy, before his bulge from inside his boxers tapped on my clit. I shake my head, haha. Head. Quickly denying as I can't take anymore. I would explode if he shoved that long ass dick in me.

"Ok baby I'm sorry. I don't wanna push anymore of your limits, so now I gotta go fix this situatio-" he rambles, and I slide myself off the table down to my knees. I probably look a hot mess, tears, mascara and eyeliner already smudged down my cheeks.

"Are you sure?" He asks worriedly, seeing that my legs were practically vibrating and my hands were extremely shaky. I nod up at him, licking the underwear protecting him from me.

He grunts, holding my face and narrowing his eyes down at me. I smile, snapping the elastic band around his V-line. I start to palm him, from the outside only while continuing to play with his elastic band with my tied hands.

"Y/n, If you keep messing around i- fuck.. I'm gonna fucking shove my dick down your throat you little fucking .. Youre my whore.. aren't you?" Vinnie's voice burns through my ears, erupting coochie butterflies throughout my.. well coochie.

I strip him of his boxers, my mouth almost watering as I see the beauty of him without clothes. He stands long and hard, dripping and twitching. I rub my lips on him, smiling.

I shove him deep in my throat immediately.

Curling my toes, my gag reflex almost disappears, and he chuckles. He snatches my head back, pulling my hair so I look up at him, drool sliding down my lips. I do look a hot mess now, no doubt.

He shoves my head back on him, fucking my mouth without mercy. He shows me another side of him as I gag and choke on his dick that repeatedly slams in the back of my throat. A glob of spit is makes its way up my throat, and I whimper, pushing him away with my still tied hands.

He unties my wrists, and I spit in my hands before wrapping them around his dick and twisting. Vinnie let's out guttural moans at my method, twitching in my hands.

"Fuuuck.. I'm so close.. don't stop. M-m..!" He whimpers as he climaxes, spurting hot whiteish cum all over my face. I feel amazing, even If we both are absolutely disgusting right now.

But at least we are together.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful. Let me go get my Polaroid from a cabinet in the back. Don't move an inch." He murmurs, a smile on his face.

I watch him pull up his boxers, and make his way to the back. I frown suddenly, realizing we are in someone's restaurant. Fucking eachother.

And he has a Polaroid in the back...

Standing, I start to observe the room. Tables, covered with checkered table cloth. Nothing else. Everything seemed to be pushed to the middle, nothing really on the sides.

I see a little... closet? On the far right corner. I quickly walk over, not trying to get caught by Mr. vin vin.

I open it silently, and my heart drops to my ass. Stocked with toys, lube, clothes, blankets, even food.

This wasn't just any abandoned restaurant.

This was the place he took all of his hook ups.

I'm so stupid.

I felt sick. Why did I think I was so special?

I try to piece myself together quickly, grabbing a random shirt and sweats from the closet. I wipe my face with my old ripped shirt, tossing it somewhere in the middle with all the tables.

I grab my belongings, and sprint my way out just as I hear my name being called from the back.

Vinnie's POV

I had to get to her. This was the quickest place I could come to. I needed her. Yes, I knew it might be a bad idea bringing her to a place I used go hookup with people at, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

I hope.

She was different. I needed her to get through the day. I need to see her every day. If I don't show it, then I'll start showing it. Anything for her. Seeing her work the gym was too much, and I needed to have her.

I've watched her at college, I've watched her at the gym. I watch her every second I can. I'm obsessed.. but I don't care.

As I searched for the camera I kept in the back of my little stock up drawer in the abandoned kitchen, I hear rummaging in the front. I thought I told that little lady to stay put. She can't do damage to anything, I own the place.

I grab the camera when I see it, calling her name to warn her I'm coming back in, just as the door bell jingles.

Someone's there? Did she leave? Did she just open the door? Whats happening.

I jog my way out the kitchen, my heart shattering when I'm met with the sight of nothing, and a little more nothing.

She left.

I look over and see my closet open, and my stacks of clothes rummaged through.

Shit.

feels like I haven't written in a fat minute hmmm

Lily out :P

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sweettodo · 3 years

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we're your best friends.

jean kirstein x freader x eren jaeger.

includes : smut, threesome, swearing, innocent / naive y/n, taking virginity.

word count : 3,4k

a / n , thank you for 400 ( 450 as of 3 / 8 / 21 ) , i love you all <3 you're all so special to me and i’m grateful for you. i hope we can grow together as a big ole’ happy family !

"Do you guys ever stop?!" you bellow, your bedroom filled with the shouting amongst the two men in front of you, their rough voices which completely washed away any interjections you gave.

Sighing, you grab one of your notebooks from your desk, winding up your shoulder, and throwing it at Eren. The book slaps him in the face and he shouts, his hand rubbing his face.

"The fuck y/n!" He screeches, Jean, shutting up right after Eren, hair messy from tugging at it out of frustration. You wondered why a simple conversation about who would be the better gentleman; the better man. We had commenced in the formal meeting area- your room- hours ago, to study; hence the notebook used to bonk Eren's pitiful face, "you don't get it." He huffs.

"You two better stop acting childish before I kick you out." Walking between them and plopping down on your bed, pleased to see that the battle had now dwindled from your -very- empty threat. You couldn't kick them out even if you wanted to.

Everyone at school was very well acquainted with the fact that Jean and Eren both had a persistent problem of rivalry, they fought about everything; from who had the better penmanship, better wardrobes, better walk, to who was prettier.... yes, prettier.

Eren stubbornly sits on one corner of the bed, traversing his legs with his back pressed against the wall, Kerstein made himself relaxed in your desk chair, "as I was saying, before I was so impolitely interrupted-" you snort, glancing at the two men, "you both are gentleman, but it's more than just how you talk to a girl."

"Yeah don't be ridiculous, I'm good at more than you think y/n." Jean boasts, smirking and tauntingly glaring at Eren who returns the glare, hair seeping down his shoulders as he rolls his eyes at the cocky Kerstein.

"I'm a sex god, I can sex anyone up, anytime- anywhere." Jean lunging to his feet and stupidly rocking his hips side to side like the fuck-boy he knows he is, virtually wearing it like a badge. Eren and you snickered at him.

Jean grunts, finger in the air tauntingly, "alright! It's not that funny anymore! Quit laughing!" tears brimming your eyes, chest aching from laughing, the blonde now taking into account that you two were more laughing at him, rather than with him.

Defensively, he shouts, "Keep laughing, virgin." Jean grins, squatting back down in the chair dramatically.

"I can name plenty of girls who want to get with me." Eren retorts. Laying your back against the headboard, listening as Eren spews stories about the 'countless sexcapades' he has with girls every week and the 'countless' girls who plead to fuck him on the daily.

"So childish, especially for a couple of university students."

You're dismissed again, "Y/n, who do you think would be better in bed, be honest!" you evaluate the question as much as you could, not to mention how hard it was to even imagine.

Simply putting it, you were a prude.

They wait hastily for your reply, curious to what you had to say, the silence provoking them to shuffle in their seats.

"I think... hm, Jean." Eren groans out in defeat, Jean cackling and throwing his head back, Eren pouts and crosses his arms, huffing out.

"You know what, how the fuck would you know anyway, huh?" rolling your eyes, Jean who is taking his sweatshirt off and hanging it off your chair, heeding to Eren, who is still weeping, "Jean, that doesn't count, she's never gotten with either of us, to begin with, her judgment doesn't count." Declaring matter-of-factly, Jean rubs his chin with his thumb and index, looking into the distance like he was contemplating to speak.

You watched as Eren stands in annoyance, his arms still crossed, "I mean, we could show her, but-"

"-We should, then it'll be fair."

Left in utter shock, were they insinuating you do something so delusional and sinful with your two closest friends? wouldn't that ruin years of friendship? Have they no morals? And to think Eren would have a little more decency.

"No, no way, don't be ridiculous."

Jean sucks his teeth, leaning in his chair so his elbows sat on his knees, the energy in the room had drastically changed, they were now watching you, making your hands anxiously tremble, their eyes scanning yours, while you tried to look at anything but them, heart out of your chest and now in your throat, they sat so relaxed, so casual like the proposition of sex didn't even phase them.

"C'mon, I want you to tell us who's better, you're our best friend, you're the best one to determine who's best." Jean pouts, this was a very clear-detectable manipulation, and you were not inept.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, Kirstein?" he shakes his head, leisurely stretching back into the chair, "because if you are it won't work on me." Jean peeks over to Eren, looking to be affirmed.

Eren plays with the hem of his shirt, a smug look on his lips, looking down to attempt to hide it.

Both men have talked about getting you to become their little toy, countless times at dinner with all the other cadets to embarrass you- or during the summer when you wore shorts to practice with your gear, sparring with a tank top, they both imagined unholy things, things you would believe to be appalling. "How about- better kisser?" tilting your head, that wasn't so much worse.

"Yeah, we've nearly kissed before too," Jean interjects, he saw your eyebrows scrunch, looking mindless, eyes so naive, his head full of vile thoughts, ways he and Eren could corrupt you, tear you open, and leave you begging for more. But they clearly couldn't let you know what they talked about.

So innocent.

"Sharing drinks," nodding slowly, the boys internally prayed you would loosen up only just a little, just a foot in the door so they could kick the fucking door down and break you in- they both figured it was about time anyways; you were a college student and hadn't done anything?

But you had not even a clue, that dumb little head of yours, how could you not comprehend their tactics. This was their way to get your legs open? This was laughable to them; too easy.

Dragging your ass across the bed, not leaning on the wall anymore; you sat criss-cross in the middle of the mattress, center of their attention, "I guess you're right." Mind racing, Jean would never talk to you again if you had said no to at least kissing, and Eren would probably get upset with you, not eager in being your friend, most likely following in his friend's lead.

Jean rolls closer to the side of the bed in your chair, not even a foot away from you.

"I can go first, Eren?" Eren nods, he was beyond delighted, this was fucking crazy. Truth was, Eren, who was seldom nervous over this type of thing; yet he was envious that Jean could be so... persistent; wishing he could be the same. With Jean grabbing your chin, such a pretty face you had, especially when you were anxious.

Easy to mold, easy to manipulate you; to do whatever he wanted with a bat of his eyelashes and a polite smile.

And here he was- in the back of his head - telling himself that he needed to teach you not to be so susceptible from now on.

He squanders no time, capturing your lips with his own, moving in a swift and low action, you kiss him back. He was incredible, it was at the perfect pace, the residing taste of mint gum that filled your mouth.

No wonder the girls loved Jean so much.

His thumb caressing your cheek which sent little cringes of anxiety throughout your body- realizing you had to kiss Eren after this, this was going to make you so dirty, but how could you kiss Jean and leave your other friend out? How unreasonable that would be.

Eren's abrupt words make you jump, "alright horse face, stop hogging and share." Jean pulls back, lips light rosy pink, even a little swollen, he rolls backward in the chair, the other young man sits up in front of you while still comfortable on the bed.

Instead of Jean's approach, Eren tilts your head, kissing your jawline first, tensing up from the ticklish feeling, soft lips establishing morale towards your choice in agreeing to do what they asserted; it wasn't that terrible after all.

He kisses up to the corner of your mouth and then slowly kisses you on the lips, eyes fluttering closed, drunk off his smell, stomach doing backflips.

Gradually pulling back, he's smiling like a fool before scooching backward back to his spot.

"Who do you think was better?" Jean rushes, blushing and looking to your lap, thumbs playing with each other, subconsciously hoping they would do a little more. You didn't know who was better, they both were so good, too good.

"I don't know, you both are really good,"

Jean was going mad, you tasted so fucking good, and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, trying to remain relaxed.

Eren's dick twitching in his pants when he heard you finally say his name instead of Kerstein's, he was ecstatic...

Jean stands and scoffs, "alright I'll give him that, but I'm good at everything else. Eren s' a fucking virgin boy." biting your tongue, you felt guilty, Jean was really good, telling yourself 'maybe I should stop being so uptight, they would never actually hurt me.' Eren sees you ponder, looking into space while you stewed on your sentiments, Jean with no awareness as he rambles on and on about how experienced he is.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, anxious, you needed to make the first move- you needed to make this right.

Slowly, making sure they're both watching, you begin to unbutton your blouse, bottom-up.

"What are you doing?"

"You two wanted to show me who was better?"

Jean's eyes bug out of his head, smile growing across his face, Eren stands, embarrassed from your suggestion, they were nearly jumping for joy, "but I don't know ho-"

Jean jerked your shoulders, "relax," He whispers, out comes a shaky breath when his hands waste no time to finish unbuttoning your top. "You trust us, you wanna' feel good, right?"

The room was silent besides the pounding of your heart; could it have been any louder?

Blouse wide open for both of them to see your chest. Eren, who sat inches from you tugged at the fabric on your right shoulder, "so pretty- look at these Eren," Jean's large hands cupping your tits, sitting pretty in your bra, your throat grows increasingly dry, the feeling in between your legs tingling, though, you had no idea how to interpret it.

Eren stands back up, standing shoulder to shoulder with his friend, his hand caressing down your back and gripping at the flesh of your skin.

Looking at them as they stare at your chest, their hands all over you. "Do you know how to do anything at all?" Eren asks, shaking his head, he looks at Jean and pulls his hand back, "Jean and I are gonna ake care of you."

"Yeah, okay." Jean pushing you on your back, legs barely open, unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off hungrily. Both looking at you with lust-filled eyes, they had never seen you like this; so bare. Your legs are propped up so Jean and Eren can both stand before them. Their hands trailing up your jittery thighs.

"I'll get you ready, yeah? I don't want to hurt you." Responding with a simple nod, Jean is crouching down so his head is leveled to your clothed cunt, Eren sits back on the bed and slides his hand under your back; with one hand, he's unclasping your bra and peeling it off your body, his soft hands massaging your tits, nipples sensitive when his thumbs spend extra time on them.

Nerves doubling over when Jean's hands now pulling down your matching panties, head snapping up, legs shutting to deter them, Eren pushing you back down. "Calm down, you'll be fine." He reassures.

Eren feeling the soft skin, under his hands, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, Jean dragging his large hands in between your thighs, "have you ever fingered yourself y/n? Made yourself cum?" beyond embarrassed, the way they were taking their time on you, slowly feeling you up, you were almost becoming frustrated. Shaking your head, Jean clicks his tongue, "this might feel weird, but you trust us, right?" An audible gasp is shot out of your mouth when his middle finger is raking up between your folds.

Hissing out as he adds another finger, both of them running up and down your slick pussy, pressing down on a bundle of nerves, "feels- weird!" the more he played around with your sensitive clit, the more your leg twitched, the ticking feeling filling up your stomach, core flexing as he repeated his offense, the same sensitive rubs as his two fingers curled and fucked into you.

"Jean-” He was going so slow, making sure he didn't stretch you out too much, he needed to save that for later.

"Here, come taste."

Eren's grabbing Jean's hand, your tongue lolling out, his coated fingers dragging down your tongue, lips wrapping around his digits, tasting the juices from your cunt.

"Tastes good, right?" fingers still deep in your mouth, you're nodding like a fool, Jean smiling at the sight of the reaction bestowed on your face, the taste of your cum tainting your tastebuds; "of course she likes it, look at her, she wants more."

Eren nods in return, he leans down over you, soft hair falling on your chest as he leaves wet little kisses down your chest, peppering you with his lips down to your belly button.

Watching Jean, who is getting on the bed beside you, his knees next to your head, Eren jumping into action to take his best friends place, his sweats falling low just blow his v- line, he pushes them down, craning your neck to look up at Jean who his also pulling down his pants.

Your throat squeezes shut, lifting your head, "I don't you think that I-" Jean's hand grabbing your hair to silence you, jerking your neck up.

"Don't worry, I told you we'll help you."

"Jean, chill out a little." Eren mumbles, your head getting dropped back onto the bed, eyes fixated on Eren's wide torso, the tent in his boxers which made your mouth water, "I'll go slow, okay?" Palming his cock through his boxers, he holds your legs from under your knees, his boxers just under his cock, sliding his hand down and removes the little bit of coverage he had left. Your eyes widening, he spits in his hand, stroking his throbbing tip a few times with his thumb before adjusting forward and rubbing his raw cock up against your slicked pussy.

The feeling of Eren's thick tip squeezing inside of you makes you cry out in pain, the stinging pain of Eren taking his time to slide into you, fitting into you as much as he can.

Jean pinning your arms up above your head, tears spilling from your eyes, "h-hurts!" you whine, Jean beside you pumping his cock in his fist.

"So fuckin' tight, no wonder it hurts so bad." His hands pinning your legs open and up, he pulls out.

Without warning, he picks up speed, your body curling up from the pressure.

“I forgot what virgin pussy feels like, so tight-” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the way he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, he needed this so bad.

The pressure soon becomes desirable, wanting to feel it everything he thrusts into you, your complaints soon turn to moans, looking at jean through your eyelashes while he's fixated on the way your boobs bounce while Eren dives deeper into you.

"Don't forget to help Jean out, remember?"

You're situating yourself up on your elbows, turning your body so your head is between Jean's thighs, he's pushing your hair back and holding it in a loose but sufficient grip, "let me guide you."

His thumb swipes down your bottom lip, opening your jaw, tongue sliding past your lips to wrap around his cock like it's instinct.

"Good, just like that," he groans, his hand on the back of your head guiding you further down the base of his cock, Eren fucking you slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls clench around him, sucking him in, he could stay like this forever.

Your neck uncomfortably stretched to pleasure Jean made it all the more painful when he started pushing down the back of your throat; harder to catch your breath, harder to swallow the saliva that was seeping up the back of your throat, trying not to cough around his length.

"Been waitin’ too long for this,” Eren grunts, the lewd noises of his hits snapping against yours on one end while your nose is barely brushing against Jean’s hair around his stomach.

Jean slowly pulls out of your throat, drool following, giving you the chance to speak, “Eren, h-hot!” you cried, your stomach twisting, pussy squelching around his wide cock, head dizzy as you begin to feel like your floating.

Jean sees your body shake from beside him, while he pumps his cock in his free hand, his other hand is kneading your tit in his hand. “Oi, I think she's gonna cum- c’mon it's gonna feel so good, you're so close, pretty girl.” Eren drilling into you with your legs pinned open, moaning and gasping for air as you feel your hole spasm, body tingling as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“C- I'm cumming!” your hand on Eren’s pec, pushing against him to ease the pressure of his cock buried fully inside of you, “f-fuck! Fuck, Eren!” his body sticky on top of yours, thighs uncomfortably stuck to his waist.

“God, can stay like this all day.” You panted like a dog, blinking the blurred vision out of your eyes from the blinding orgasm.

Jean’s getting off the bed, slapping your thigh to sign for Eren to get off of you, “I hope you can take it, pretty girl.” The brunette pulling up his boxers and sitting on the bed where Jean was just seated.

A panting mess, Jeans tearing you from your spot and pushing you on your hands and knees, Jean presses against the small of your back, pushing you into a deeper arch, abused pussy mere inches away from another cock.

Eren picks your head up by your hair, an evil smile growing on his face as he sees your face twist with pleasure, Jean pushing into your cunt, a mixture of his best friends’ cum already leaking out of your cunt, “gonna fill you some more, just stay still for me, okay?”

He holds your hips in place, the further his cock sunk into you, the more it hurt, the more he stretched you out, the more you were split open by the intimidating of him.

“If you keep squeezin’ me like that, ” he spits, unable to finish his sentence.

He thrusts into you from behind, held grounded in place as Jean ruts into your pussy mercilessly, Eren watching you cry and beg for stupid little nothings.

Cream covering his cock, feeling your walls tighten around him, he snakes his hand over your thigh, and to your clit, rubbing lose and light circles around the bud, your legs quivering, back jolting up from the overstimulation, “hm, what did I say about stating still?” ripping away from your clit, you whine and your back is pushed back down.

Jean mere inches away from climax, hips sputtering against your backside as you feel your juices drip down your thigh, sticking to his stomach.

Your head drops into the mattress.

“Pretty girl, we're far from done with you,” Eren’s purring into your ear, “dont give up now, we haven't gotten to the best part.”

The pad of Jean’s thumb is pressing against the rim of your tight, pretty virgin ass, “you can trust us, we haven't hurt you yet, have we?”

Nodding, this was only the beginning of a very- very long night. One of many, actually.

#i love jean and and eren pls #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut #eren jeager smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #jean x reader #eren x reader #eren x reader x jean #lemon #attack on titan eren yeager #attack on titan jean #aot #aot smut

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laboflove · 3 years

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Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

#jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumifushiguro #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi

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frickenfaded · 3 years

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--SFW--

This is my first headcanon ever. It's kind of a headcanon anyway.. This is how I think the Feral Boys would react to (f!) Reader getting mad over something stupid while she's on her period.

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Dream

It was about midday and {Y/n} had to force herself to get out of bed to retrieve food. She decided she would get cereal and return straight to her blankets. Once in the quite kitchen, she reached up in a cabinet and grabbed a bowl, however she accidentally set it down way too hard and the brittle glass bowl shattered everywhere.

She was absolutely enraged. All she wanted was a bowl of cereal and *this* is what she gets? It didn't take long after to hear the thomping footsteps of her boyfriend coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. {Y/n} stood with her arms crossed, about to make a move for the broom. "Fucking damnit." She cursed, unbelievably mad at the smallest event.

Dream ended up beating {Y/n} to the broom, sweeping up the shards of glass that littered the tile. He was being extremely careful and thinking his words over before speaking. He knew she was in her period, and that meant she gets angered easily and doesn't like being clung onto by anyone during the week. However, he recognized that she still appreciates his presence.

He steps a little closer, giving a small forehead kiss to his girlfriend before resuming the cleaning. "Baby, if you want too, you can lay in my bed while I edit. I'll clean this up and bring you some cereal." He suggested. "How did you know I even wanted cereal?" She asked. "Because, that's normally what you crave." He answered. She thought for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. "Thank you, baby." She mutters before heading upstairs.

George

The relationship between {Y/n} and George was still fairly new, this being their third month together. Therefore, he still isn't exactly sure what his girlfriend needs during her special time of the month. However, he's sort of getting the idea. It's just a bit tricky for him to know for sure when she's going through it, because she doesn't tell a soul. She leaves them guessing, taking pride in it even.

But this time was a little different. She was laying down in bed, trying to read the book "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen, when the realization struck her that she was currently using her last (pad/tampon/other). She didn't want to leave her bed, much less her house. She angrily closed her book and slammed in down on the nightstand, thinking over her options in her mind.

George just happened to be passing by her door whenever she slammed her book. It startled him a little, but he entered her room nonetheless. Although she heard him come in, she refused to tear her focus away from her thoughts. George knew something was up a couple days ago. The possibility of her monthly happening was a thought, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, walking over to the edge of the bed before sitting down. "No." She immediately answers, crossing her arms over her chest. She still didn't really want to give in that easily, though. She still had her pride, despite her situation. "What happened?" He wondered. "Nothing." She replied, avoiding his careful gaze.

"C'mon, Love, we both know that isn't true." He says, softening his tone of voice. She almost instantly melts into his stare. She huffs out a breath, however desperate to keep her silence. He treads lightly, brushing a strand of messy hair from her face, whilst caressing her cheek in the meantime. She finally gives way, breaking through to him as if a dam just broke. "Fine." She states.

He smiles, knowing he won without asking the question that would set him up for failure. "I'm on my last (pad/tampon/other) and I don't want to leave the house." She explained. George breaks into a small fit of laughter. "Was it really something that simple? That's nothing compared to what I thought was wrong. But I can get you what you need, Love." He says, after narrowly avoiding a harsh glare. "Would you like anything else while I'm gone?" He wonders. "Hm.. Maybe some chocolate... Please." She answers. He nods before giving her a swift kiss.

Sapnap

Sapnap.. Is quite the special case, to say the least. He does n o t pick up on hints very well... Which leaves him very lost and confused when his girlfriend all of the sudden starts acting a lot different than normal and suddenly more distant with him. She didn't exactly mean too, it was just what happens during her period.

He was scared that he did something wrong because of this, but he couldn't come up with a reason why. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Maybe he accidentally ignored her? What if he forgot about something they were supposed to do? Dear God, did he forget their anniversary or her birthday or something? Despite what he thought he did, he wanted to try and "make things right."

He entered her bedroom as she watching a John Mulaney special on Netflix. He stood beside her bed. "Hey, could we play Pokémon together?" He asked. "No. I don't feel like it." She didn't mean to add the annoyed tone to her voice, but she did. She was just annoyed in general. "D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, scared of her answer. It was then when she realized she was being short with him and distant.

She sighed, knowing she owed him an explanation now. "I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't mean to come across like that. I'm just... cramping really bad today, and I'm really really really craving some ice cream, but I don't want to get up either." She explains, rambling just a little bit. He blushes a little when he realizes what was going on, but he quickly retrieves some ice cream for the both of them, before joining her in bed and finishing the John Mulaney special together.

Karl

Manz is prepared. I'm talking, he's got a secret box in his closet filled with everything she may need, from pads, to tampons, to chocolates, to a heating pad, he has it all. He's so dedicated to making sure he does everything right that he has a period tracker app on his phone to know when she's about to start. Therefore, he knows when he needs to back up and give you some breathing room.

So one day, when his girlfriend got very upset just because her phone died, he knew exactly why. "Do you need absolutely anything? I brought you a chocolate bar." He says when he hears the ruckus from her room. She softens up almost immediately, always touched by the way he knows what to do and say.

"Thank you.. Could you plug my phone up, please?" She asks. He happily jumps on the simple task, despite her charger literally being right beside her. "And maybe... could we cuddle for a little while too?' She wonders. He smiles brightly. "Definitely." He agrees, before slipping in bed with her as they start to watch Hamilton for the third time.

Quackity

Quackity seems to think it's comedy gold whenever his girlfriend gets infuriated by the tiniest things. He was sitting on the couch, watching something on the T.V., while {Y/n} came out of her room for the first time since today. She came to get a snack herself, not wanting to bother her boyfriend much.

But what she failed to notice as she was walking through the Living Room, was the Thanos doll that Quackity completely forgot to pick up earlier. And of course, she stepped on the damned thing. She yelped, almost falling over thanks to the toy. In a fit of rage, she picked the doll up and stomped over to one of the open windows, throwing it as hard as she could into the outside world.

Quackity could not stop laughing from the moment she stepped on the plastic toy, now laughing harder than ever because of it. "Shut up! It's your stupid fucking fault the thing was left there anyway!" She cursed, clearly displeased. He didn't listen, of course. "I-I'm sorry." He said through his laughter. As much as she wanted to stay mad, his laughter was contagious.

She ended up bursting with laughter as well, their voices mixing like milk and honey in the atmosphere. {Y/n} joined Quackity on the couch, laying across his lap as he played with her hair, the two starting to talk about random topics. She always went through a few days on her period where she was just a little more clingy than the others, but Quackity just learned to accept that. He wouldn't say it exactly, but he did actually enjoy it.

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lustbile-archive · 4 years

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Come Here Often?

MarkxReader

Word Count: 4K

Summary/Warnings: usual for the series. Smut, public sex, sharp objects and blood play. Also rip sorry for the dumb title I thought it was funny

APART OF THE CLUB X SERIES (recommend reading other works)

“So which dating app did you meet this guy on?” you teased your friend as you stumbled out of the back of the taxi, the last of your friends to exit.

The friend in question grabs onto your forearm, helping you get steady on your feet making sure you don’t fall regardless of the way your words makes her face warm in her shyness, “Bumble. So if it makes me seem any better I did make the first move.”

You pull your arm out of her hold to wrap it around her waist, nuzzling at her neck as the rest of the group laughs at your conversation and begins walking to the entrance of the club. You two follow slowly behind, cuddling and tripping over each other as you walk, “nothing bad about finding him from an app, i’m just teasing because I love you.”

“I know, I love you too,” she lovingly pets at the top of your head as you get closer to the entrance. The person leading the group almost steps through the door, before someone interrupts, quieting the group.

“Wait, don’t we have to show our ID’s?” they ask, warily eyeing two men that stand by the door. Their all black clothing and the way they carry themselves telling you they are the bouncers of the club, but when you lock eyes with the shorter of the two, his eyes look hollow and disinterested as he shakes his head.

“Nah,” you shake your head as you playfully curl into your friend, unable to move your eyes from the men, “I don’t think they really give a fuck about what we do.”

Your words only earn satisfied hums and giggles from your group, and a slightly amused shake of the head from the men, before you crowd the entrance, pushing against one another to get in.

The loud music rattles against you as you continue to cling to your friend, the dark red lighting forcing you to stop and let your eyes adjust to the room. The atmosphere of the room makes your breathing deepens and slows as it feels like there’s something that lingers in the air and slows down your mind with every breath you take. It feels like you’re cemented in the same spot, staring blankly into the crowd of writhing bodies, before your friend’s voice and the way she tugs on your arm breaks you away from your daze.

“C’mon,” a few more tugs and your feet pick up again, and you're following behind her as she moves through the club like she’s been here a million times, “he texted and said they had one of the big booths towards the back.”

You can only dumbly nod as you follow closely behind, some of the other people in your group also following while the others break off in search of drinks.

It’s as if your body had gone numb when you walked in, as you barely register the way that the sweaty bodies of strangers bump and knock into you. You’re only brought back to reality momentarily when a man wearing a decorated mask interrupts your path. He only nods in a quick apology when he sees you jump, but continues walking as if he’s trying to catch up with something.

“Come on, don’t be so slow,” your friend finally resorts to wrapping her arm around your waist and all but dragging you in the direction she wants, as you move it feels like the room is passing you at a hundred miles a minute, “I think I can see the booth.”

She thought correctly, as it's only seconds before you’re approaching a booth in the shape of a semicircle, one half of it being occupied by a group of men.

You’d be lying if you said they weren’t all attractive. All in their own different ways as they look up and smile at your approaching group, but when you meet eyes with the boy at the center you’re hit with a concerning feeling of recognition. The way he smiles doesn’t fully reach his eyes, this and his slim face and dark hair makes it feel like your brain short circuits.

You don’t have time to process the feelings seeing this man makes you feel, nor break the eye contact he’s forced you into, before your friend is shoving you into the booth to sit directly next to him as she babbles apologies for keeping the boys waiting.

You can tell which of the boys she was meant to be meeting, as when you start to settle into the seating, he eyes her in admiration from his spot in the middle of his friends and he reassures her that the wait was no problem. He seems enraptured with her regardless of her frazzled energy as she sits you and your other friends as if you were rowdy children, the infatuation he radiates for her warms your heart so much you almost don’t notice how close your seated to the boy that still continues to stare at you.

You’re smiling at their interactions, when you feel something touch your arm, making you jump. An amused chuckle comes from beside you as you look over to the man, the tips of his fingers still brushing the skin of your forearm. The dark around his eyes makes them seem sharper than they we’re probably naturally, and the taunting smile he wears makes you want to lean away, but there’s an aura that dances around him that makes it impossible to look away and you even find yourself leaning closer when he speaks.

“I’m Mark,” he offers as he smiles at you, the surrounding noise of the club almost muffling as he speaks. His hand moves from your arm as he reaches to rest his arm on the seat behind your head, and you offer your name in return. He repeats your name back at you slowly and moves a few inches closer, the low rasp in his voice when he speaks makes a shiver run up your spine and your body starts to warm.

Your eyes are unmoving from his face as he glances at the other people that sit around you, and you feel your eyebrows thread together at the oddly determined look he wears.

“You don’t seem like the type that would be brought here,” he says when his eyes return to you. You smile softly, slightly confused as when he says it, all he knows so far is your name so how would he know anything about your “type?” But the way he smiles and forms his words, it doesn’t seem like he means it in the way that it sounds.

“Well this is where your friend wanted to meet mine, and since he was bringing his friends, she wanted to bring hers,” you ramble from the way speaking to him makes you nervous, you shrug quickly before continuing, “you make it sound like you come here often, so what type of people usually come in here?”

“Ah yeah,” he nods, reaching to pick up his glass from the table, taking a drink as his arm slips from the seat to rest on your shoulders, “sometimes it feels like I can never leave this place honestly, but with all the people I’ve seen, none of them have been as gorgeous as you.”

Any other man, and those words would have made your skin crawl as you tried to find an excuse to leave, but when his eyes lock onto yours as he speaks, it feels like leaving was never an option and you feel yourself leaning into his hold.

Your mouth opens slightly, but before you can respond you feel your friend grab at your knee to get your attention. She seems just as dazed as you when you turn to look at her, and you exchange dopey smiles. You ignore the way her eyebrows wiggle at the way Mark holds you, and instead let out a questioning ‘hm?’

“We’re going to get drinks,” she says as her and the rest of your friends go to stand from the booth, the group of boys following suit, “you two wanna come with?”

The way his fingers softly dig into the flesh of your arm locks you in place. His hold on you isn’t strong enough that you couldn’t get up if you had wanted, but the way it makes your chest tighten makes it feel like his grip was made of steel.

“Ah no,” you smile, shifting closer to the boy as you shake your head, “I think I’m gonna stay back and get to know Mark better.”

She grins at your words, clearly thrilled that you’ve found someone to talk to so quickly. She nods to the rest of the group and they start to move towards the bar, your head tilting in confusion when the last boy to stand looks at you confused at the last words you spoke.

Your confusion is short-lived, when Mark squeezes at your arm to bring your focus back to him, “well i guess we’re alone now,” the suggestive tone he adopts warms your skin and the pit of your stomach.

“Seems like it,” you nod as you're filled with nerves mixed with a weird sense of calm. Something about the way he smiles and speaks to you makes your mind swim and your stomach turn. With a small dose of shame you admit to yourself that, if he were to ask, you would go home with him right then.

“What made you want to hang back with me?” his head jerks back slightly when he asks, the gesture making you grin at how endearing his mannerisms are.

“I don’t know,” your tone is far more flirty than you had intended as you answer honestly, but he only looks amused as he moves his hand from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck.

“Hm… you will eventually,” he murmurs in a way that suggests he was speaking to himself as he ignores the confused look that returns to your face, “so you just came for your friend huh?”

“Um.. hm yeah,” you stutter and nod as his fingers start to pet at the skin protecting your jugular, making you squirm slightly in your seat, “she gets nervous meeting new people so we wanted to make it a group thing to make her more comfortable.”

“But is that the only reason?” you feel your body flinch back at the nonsensical question, but his hold keeps you in place, “I think you’re also here for yourself.”

“Is that so?” you asked, amused at his assumption. Admittedly, you had been stressed lately with all that was happening in your life but it was odd that he would just guess that.

“Yeah,” he nods as he moves his face closer to yours, “I think you need some stress relief, and lucky for you I'm really talented at relieving stress.”

“Are you now? And how would you do that Mark?”

“Well,” he starts, repeating your name in the same inflection that you spoke his, “I can help in any way that you’re willing to let me.”

His hand lands high on your bare thigh once he finishes speaking, the gleam that dances in his eyes is dangerous and feeds the excitement that builds in your chest. If you were willing to let him take you home earlier, the way that he looks at you makes you even more willing now.

“If you think it will help,” you tease as you start to drag a finger down his chest, “I’d say you can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” he asks rhetorically as if he knew that would be your answer.

“Yeah you’ll just have to drive cause we took a taxi,” your nail catches on the collar of his shirt, ready to drag him up from his seat.

“Nah,” his hand moves to hook at the back of your thigh, pulling you from the leather of the booth to straddle his lap. You can’t help but let out a surprised yelp when your skirt shifts up, allowing you to feel his bulge pressing into the fabric of your underwear, “I think I can get what I want done right here.”

“You want to mess around in the middle of this club?” your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt to help balance yourself. The cocky smile he wears on his face at your shocked expression makes your stomach flip. Why didn’t this sound like a bad idea?

“Yeah I don’t see why not,” he shrugs, his fingers dance up the skin of your thighs until they slip under the fabric of your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass.

“Really? You don’t?” you say sarcastically while leaning back to get a better look at his face, “don’t see why messing around with someone you just met in the middle of a crowded club where anyone can see might be a bad idea?”

Regardless of your words, you allow him to start moving your hips to drag you against his crotch, little sparks of pleasure making your shoulders relax and your head tilt back.

“You might think its a bad idea,” he speaks slowly, one hand moving from your hips to wrap around your throat as his hips start thrusting up to meet yours, “but your body doesn’t.”

“Shut up,” you groan as the grip he has on the sides of your neck cuts off the blood flow to your head, making you dizzy. You could feel yourself cracking, your comment of letting him do whatever he wanted only becoming more true, “if anyone sees us, especially our friends, I will kick your ass.”

“Trust me when I say, no ones going to see us,” the intensity in his eyes when he says this makes it feel like he really does have control over everything in the room. He most definitely has control over every inch of you when, after you gently nod with a pout forming on your lips, he pulls you down by your neck to press his lips against yours.

His tongue is warm in your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours and making you feel like you could get drunk on just his lips. You release the fabric of his shirt to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your chest, when you get this sudden need to be as closely pressed against him as possible. Your hips begin to desperately grind on him at a faster pace, this and the way you start to quietly whimper into his mouth makes his chest shake slightly as he laughs.

“How wet are you right now?” he breaks away to ask, only leaving centimeters between your mouths.

“Wet enough,” you speak without thinking, but it was the truth. You could feel your thin underwear sticking to your core, his lips and hands and every inch of him getting you aroused faster than you’ve ever been before.

“Good,” his hand falls from your neck, squeezing between your bodies to undo the button and zipper of his pants. As he works, your lips press harshly back against his and you feel him groan roughly into your mouth when he reaches inside his underwear to pull himself out.

You can’t help the happy sigh you let out when you feel his fist brush the inside of your thighs as he tugs on himself a few times. The idea of him touching himself to get ready to fuck you makes excitement build in your body and you begin to bounce slightly on top of him.

“So impatient,” he breaks away from your mouth again, his hand that isn’t wrapped around himself moving to flip up your skirt and move your underwear to the side. The feeling of the stuffy club air hitting your newly exposed skin makes you pant and clench at the possibility of being seen, “but I don’t know if we have a lot of time, so I don’t think I'll get the pleasure of teasing you too much.”

“Mark please,” you plead, pressing your mouth against the skin under his jaw before digging your teeth into the sensitive skin. The pain that shoots through his neck from your mouth, makes his hips stutter against his hand and his dampened tip nudges against your clit.

He must enjoy the way you jump at the contact, as he starts dragging his tips from your entrance and back up to your clit over and over, quiet grunts falling from his lips.

“Feel a lot more than just wet enough sweetheart,” he teases, pressing less than an inch inside you before going back to teasing your skin.

“Fuck Mark,” you curl around him trying to sink down every time he pushes into you, “please just fuck me already.”

He seems fed up with his own teasing, as after your final complaint, he finally pushes fully inside you. The feeling of him stretching you so suddenly has you moaning loudly as you forget where you are. His hands pull you tightly against his chest as you flutter around him in an attempt at getting adjusted to his sudden intrusion. The warmth of his hands petting your skin making you melt calmly in his hold.

You start to slowly move in his lap, making him drag against the nerves deep inside you. You’re unable to move too much from the tight hold he has on you, but the way the fabric of his shirt rubs against your clit and his breath puffs warm against your neck makes you crumble in his hold.

The air is knocked from your lungs, when he starts to cant his hips up to meet your movements, shoving him deeper than you thought he could go. His name is the only coherent word that slips past your lips as your nails dig into the leather of the seat behind him.

“Look at you,” his fingers squeezing your skin in a way that you know you’ll have bruises from him the next day, “taking me so well aren’t you? I knew you would.”

You keen at his praise, your hips moving quicker in response. The pleasure that builds in the pit of your stomach is enough to distract you from one of his hands moving away from your hips, enough to distract you from the sound of breaking glass behind you, but not enough to distract from the stinging pain that bites into the skin of your collar bone.

He doesn’t let up on the way he thrusts into you, or the way he sweetly coos at you as squirm in pleasure and pain. The same moment he discards the jagged glass and returns his hand to your skin, he latches his mouth to the deep cut he left behind in your skin, his tongue lapping at the blood that spills from it.

You knew that if your mind wasn’t fuzzy with arousal and you weren’t teetering on the edge of your orgasm, you would have freaked out. Something about the man below you skews your judgment, making you willing to fold in any way he’d ask.

He doesn’t move an inch from the wound he created as he starts to rub quick circles onto your clit, the sudden friction has you hurtling faster into your finish. It’s when he starts sucking harshly, bruising the skin around the cut, that you start to come around him.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts in any way, making you feel like you’re being pulled apart at every seam. You can feel moans and whines of pleasure flowing from you, but the static that fills your ears muffles the sound.

Tears begin to roll down your face, as he pushes you away to sit up straight. The air hitting the cut stings enough on its own, but it stings even more when the fingers, that only moments before were abusing your clit, brush against it to collect your blood that continues to spill out.

“There you go,” he says darkly, as he shoves his bloodied fingers deep in your mouth. He’s stopped thrusting as he holds you tightly against him to grind with him pressed fully inside you, “make me come baby.”

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, the taste of your blood mixed with the evidence of your orgasm that was left behind makes your heart pound as you grind faster against him. The way his head tilts back against the seat behind him as he watches you move makes you feel like you’re being hunted.

The second his lip tucks between his teeth is the only indication you need to know that he’s started to come, a pathetic whimper muffles around his fingers when you feel him come deep and warm inside you. You clench harshly around him in hopes to prolong his pleasure, a groan deep from his belly a prize you receive in return.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to your lips for a second. The now free hand moves to join the other on your hips, slowing your grinding until you’re sat still on his lap.

His warm hands knead the wound up muscles of your thighs as you even your breathing, a dopey smile pulling on your lips as he smiles proudly up at you. You can help yourself as you reach out to run your fingers across the skin of his cheek bone as you stare at him in awe. A weird feeling suddenly fills you as you look down at him, a warmth flooding your chest.

He lifts you from his lap, placing you gently back onto your seat and adjusting your clothes back to the right places. He adjusts himself back into his pants, before he turns back to you.

“Your friends are coming back soon,” the sureness of his words twists at you in a weird way, “I have to get going.”

You sit up straight, your hands latching back onto the fabric of his shirt in panic, “I mean I know I said I didn’t want to get caught, but I don’t want you to leave either.”

“Next time you come here, you’ll be by yourself,” he shifts to move away from the booth, his fingers prying yours from his shirt and holding your hands reassuringly, “and you’ll find me pretty easy.”

Words escape your mind as he lets go of your hands and moves away from the booth, the smile he throws over his shoulder making you shiver and sigh.

You’re sinking into the leather as you watch him disappear into the crowd, when your friends come skipping back, the boys following close behind with their drinks held tightly in their hands.

You immediately lighten up as your friend slips into the booth beside you, a warm smile on her face as everyone else sits as well. Her bubbly mood is dampened slightly when she realizes you’re now seated by yourself.

“Where’s um… the guy,” she turns to the boy she came here to meet to ask, “your friend, what was his name?”

The boy who had thrown you a confused look earlier, adopts the look once again as he butts in to answer, “that guy wasn’t our friend.”

You and your friends let out matching sounds of confusion before you speak, “what do you mean he wasn’t your friend?”

“Yeah no,” he shakes his head as he sips his drink, “said he was friends with you guys but took a separate car and got here before you.”

You turn to look at your friend with a concerned look pulling on your features, but the smile she wears fogs your brain, “this club is kind of weird right?” she asks, a dazed laugh following the words.

“Yeah weird,” something about the words feels like cotton in your mouth. You reach for the glass she placed in front of you, hoping that just a sip of alcohol will help with the mixing emotions in your chest when she starts to poke at the skin of your chest.

“Hey, when did you get that scar on your collar bone?”

#nct smut #mark smut #nct imagine #mark imagine

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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Happy Monday!!! ♥️ let’s start the week with a little self ship love: Vanderwood says he has a new trendy restaurant he wants to take to you. After finding the proper attire you two leave. Describe your evening after walking in and being met with this sight:

Lea, hi! Omg I'm so late to this xD

But this topic was kinda funny to me, because the other day, one of my friends and I talked about why we don't really like going to restaurants 😂 the timing is just *chef's kiss*

This was really fun to write, though! Gave me a big boost of serotonin 💕

"This is the place?"

"Mhm."

"Nice. Yeah, it's real fancy. So uh... You showed it to me and now we can leave", I rambled, at the same time turning around to walk back right out of the door again. Though Vanderwood stepped into my way, resulting in me simply bumping into his broad chest.

"Come on, I reserved a table for us", he murmured, hands resting on my hips to keep me in place. "Besides, do you really want to go home already after you got all dolled up?"

"I dressed up for less before."

"Baby girl..."

As much as I felt out of place there, it was impossible to not give in to him. Letting out a defeated sigh, I pouted up at him for good measure, resulting in him pecking my lips.

It didn't take much longer until a waiter led us to our table, handing us the menu as soon as we were seated. And as expected, everything was a bit more on the expansive side, making me feel a little more uncomfortable than I had already been walking into the restaurant. The entire time my face was in a frown, while I tried to look for something I'd like that wouldn't cost too much.

Though when it was time to order, I didn't even get the chance to open my mouth, Vanderwood taking it upon himself to order food and drinks for both of us. Knowing way too well what my favorite dishes are.

"You know I'm perfectly able to order for myself, right?"

"I know you would've only picked a salad", he countered with a raised brow, amusement fairly visible in his brown eyes. "I remember someone saying that we should try some new places, every now and then", he went on, reaching out to take my hand.

"I know I said that. But I didn't mean crazy fancy restaurants where dinner costs as much as our groceries for two weeks or so."

I kept my gaze down as I began to play with his fingers. Something I usually did when I felt nervous for whatever reason. Though in order to make me look up, he reached out with his free hand to cup my cheek, the way his expression softened causing my cheeks to heat up ever so slightly.

"You always insist on spoiling me. Let me return the favor now, hm? Just enjoy the food, I'll take care of everything else."

Once again it was just unfair how easily he was able to make me give in to him. But then again, I knew just how weak I was for him, especially when he was being so sweet.

"Unfair... Also, what happened to Mr "I'm only gonna talk as much as possible and keep it short", huh?", I teased, mainly to distract a bit from how quickly he'd won.

"Well, he got a very chatty girlfriend, who always expects him to answer with more than two words", he countered with a smirk.

And even though I pretended to be offended by that, I couldn't help but chuckle, giving his leg a light nudge with my foot under the table.

"Oh, come on! I'm not that- okay, maybe I am chatty. But I pretty much had to talk for two when we started dating!"

The lighthearted bantering slowly but surely helped to ease the rest of my nerves and the conversation continued comfortably over the main course, making me nearly forget that he'd taken me to such a fancy place. As it happened rather often, my world easily narrowed down on him, nothing else really mattering outside of our little bubble when we were together.

We chatted over everything and nothing, really. Just whatever came to mind. Planning what to cook for dinner, the next couple days. Reminding him that my mom insisted on us visiting her when the weather is nice, so we can catch up while relaxing in the garden. Him in return reminding me that we had to take the dog to the vet in a couple days for her yearly check-up, and so on. All in all, it was a very nice evening, making me glad that I hadn't insisted on going back home before giving the place a try.

While we waited for dessert, Vanderwood reached out to take my hand once again, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. After flashing him a wide smile, I let my gaze wander, taking in all the beautiful decor, which easily made me feel like we were in some kind of fantasy world.

"Cute..."

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked back at him just in time to see him put his phone back down. With the most fake innocent expression I've ever seen on him.

"Did you just take a picture of me?", I asked in amusement, leaning a bit closer over the table, him mirroring my movements.

"I did. It's my new lockscreen."

No matter how long we've already been together, sometimes his bluntness still surprised me, making me blink a couple times before I laughed quietly.

"Oh, you're allowed to take sneaky pics of me for lockscreen purposes but when I do it you tell me to delete it? Doesn't sound fair to me."

But I had to admit he did let me keep the adorable picture I once took of him, napping on the couch with the dog sleeping on his chest. And I doubted I would've switched that one out anytime soon anyway.

"I did let you keep the ones that didn't look weird", he smirked, leaning in further until his lips brushed against mine.

When dessert arrived, whe both straightened back up, if a little reluctantly, but he refused to let go of my hand. A small thing that easily made my heart skip a beat.

Without really thinking too much about it, I held my fork with a piece of the chocolate cake he'd ordered for me out to him. It was a normal thing we did at home all the time; feeding the other one something in order to share it or when he wanted me to try something new.

"Becky..."

"Yes?"

"We're in a restaurant."

"So? That doesn't mean I can't share my cake with my boyfriend, does it?", I hummed, moving the fork a little closer to his lips.

Even though he let out a long sigh, his cheeks sporting a faint pink tint, he still leaned in to finally eat the cake.

"You're the worst, you know that", he muttered with a playful glare.

"You still love me, though~"

"Mhm... That I do, indeed."

#self ship #self insert #mystic messenger #mysme #vanderwood #mystic messenger vanderwood #mary vanderwood 3rd #vanderwood x becky #my writing

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albatris · 3 years

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hello logan i feel obliged from love to finally ask a burning question about jacob greer: how much therapy does he receive??

this question can be generalized to all atdao, ofc, but you know my feelings for jacob

hello!!!! how's it going?? :D :D

thank you so much for the question, I am literally always waiting to pounce on any opportunity to ramble about jacob ahahaha

so I think I've joked before on this blog about how a potential ATDAO sequel is just "jacob greer goes to therapy".......... there's enough content there for at least a whole 'nother book imo

but anyway anyway yes hmmmm, a good question, ok, alright

short answer....... none for 90% of his life so far, then a lot of it

long answer,

well, he was never in any therapy as a kid because his 'rents didn't really ""believe in"" it......... n like, there was a lot of pressure on jacob growing up to keep up this image of the perfect golden child, n samuel and shauna saw him more as a prized object to be paraded around to make them look good rather than a human person..... so this meant no straying outside the norm, n if you had any negative feelings or resentment or anxiety u better repress that shit RIGHT away

so the rhetoric surrounding mental illness for jacob was very much..... any symptoms you experience will be fixed if you just try harder! and the fact that his parents saw him succeeding at everything that was important to *them* and were like??? you can't possibly be unhappy?? what do you mean?? you're doing fantastic in life??

and unfortunately he internalised all that so he kinda just........ Dealt With Stuff on his own for most of his life because he just always assumed his experiences were Perfectly Normal and he didn't have it "bad enough" to warrant therapy

n like. jacob has absolutely no issue with other people getting therapy. he just thinks, oh, but that's DIFFERENT, they actually NEED it, their problems are real not like mine

as a side note samuel and shauna greer's only motivation for allowing tris and becca into therapy was because they were Difficult and Not Like Jacob, it was not done with the intent of being supportive or out of concern for their wellbeing, it was basically just "we are at our wits end trying to make you normal so maybe this will"

n even then tris only landed in therapy initially cuz he got himself hospitalised and they were like "ma'am psychosis is not caused by the devil your son needs to see a psychiatrist"

anyway. jacob!

so....... he thankfully gets a lot of therapy after the climax of the story is over and done with!! to begin with, it's mostly to try and handle the aftermath of the unreality and all its associated trauma. poor sweet boy's been through a LOT. like, yeah, of course the unreality was fucked up for tris too but jacob spent weeks there terrified and alone and convinced he was dead and in hell the whole time...... lots of fun! yeehaw

n even SANS all the unreality stuff that ensued, dude almost got crushed to death in a car accident which is. hm. a lot

he basically gets out of hospital post-unreality, goes home, and is like. ok. here we are. time to get back to regular life. huh. why is my vision clouding over. why am I hyperventilating. why does my chest feel like it's going to explode. I think I'm having a heart attack

various people around him are like "yeah fam that's a panic attack also you went through something super fucked up and traumatic you should probably do some therapy about it" and he's like "nah"

he has to get over this mental hurdle of how like..... him going to therapy wouldn't be "cheating" (whatever that means) and how you don't have to have a capital M capital I Mental Illness to go to therapy (although he has several)

n after some gentle coaxing from tris and some "dude I love you but you're a dumbass" he agrees to it

and it's great help for coping with post-unreality life! it also opens up the floodgates to 25+ years' worth of trauma that he didn't realise was trauma

so ya, it starts off as mostly centred around his experiences in the unreality and around [redacted other story content I can't reveal due to spoilers], but also opens the door to him finally starting to work through...... a looooot of other stuff

complicated feelings towards his shitty parents, self-worth issues, identity issues, obsessive perfectionism, the ever-present panic that people will abandon him the instant he's not useful, his tendency to land in awful relationships because he's incapable of setting boundaries and can't recognise red flags, the years of stress from trying to protect his siblings from the same treatment his parents gave him, and the usual Growing Up In A Literal Reality-Unraveling Apocalypse

I feel like that's kind of an oof note to end on but, like, he's...... absolutely heading in the right direction? he has a lot to untangle and a lot of work to do and it’s probably not something that’ll ever have a definite End Point, but as with all (story) endings in ATDAO it's kind of just like....... yeah, he's gonna be alright, he's got this

y'know

he does make it to a place in life where he gets some consistent peace and happiness and is surrounded by good people who love him very much

so to answer your question, lots of therapy, finally, at long last, thank god

in conclusion,

*gives jacob greer a gentle kiss on the forehead*

#i am so sorry for how long and rambly this got i literally have zero filter #fdjghdsfkjghsdkjfhg #anyway. anyway. anyway #jacob greer is................. my favourite atdao character #i'm very fond of him he's a good kid #atdao #polyacery

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moderngirlmp3 · 3 years

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<33 i'm honored bestie

oh really?? i think you either give me tall person energy or short person over-compensating for a lack of height with the power of Sarcasm energy /pos

ooh funky !! i mean ours was alright hsdklj. but typing games were a Thing in elementary school it wasn't just my school right ? oh that's such a valid reason to cook! mac and cheese with the bread stuff on the top,, absolutely incredible <3

rIGHT !!!! i want the shirt. so bad i spent like half an hour blind clicking on stuff to see if anything is selling it and eventually i found some very questionable looking website so,,, :/ rip to that i think shdlkfjx

SOCIETY IF WE COULD DRAW !!! the gay creations that could have been born if only society had not deprived us of that :pensive_nonartist:

oh that's fair :( looking back there were a Lot of things that i could have just,, not done?? and it would have helped my sleep habits so much but too late now!! cactus patch sbzdjxknclmgsnjzbhkxgy dUDE <33 but !!!! all of those sound really cool n swag bestie. oooh that's smart, plants are awesome but they do require upkeep and whatnot and i know that i'm Very Forgetful capital v and capital f

WOAH. WOAH. i did not know about that website that's actually SO COOL. FHSKLDJF you're absolutely right about tumblr dot com

oh? i did not know there was a google docs dark mode i'm going to be installing that soon so thank you for that!! i don't have honey or grammarly but yeah i can imagine why they'd be annoying ://

i LOVE that!!! that's a brilliant idea you should start a podcast for that i'd absolutely listen/tune in for that.

if i started a podcast,, hm. maybe it would be something Random and Gay, in which i invite some friends on to talk about their different hyperfixations and let them ramble, and then some episodes i go on a mini rabbit hole of learning something random and then making a fun little presentation or something, idk! i do not listen to audiobooks... i suck at them. i've listened to exactly 10 minutes of sword in the stars, and 7 minutes of radio silence before getting bored/distracted, even on 2x speed when i'm doing other things. they're great if you like em, but just not for me lmao

friends and good vibes and a ton of books and lots and lots of space and windows!! and a yard and a nice lil spot for stargazing/watching the sun rise and set, and lots of fairy lights and candles. and it would have happiness, because in a perfect world i'd live with my friends and close to my family, and they would all be alive and okay and happy. because everyone deserves to be happy and have the things they need. and i mean. not particularly, but i don't mind writing essays if they're for fun rather than school!!

what would your ideal house be like, in a perfect world? do you have a favorite shirt? opinion on live concerts? do you have a song right now, that maybe isn't your favorite favorite, but you really like? - 🌵

hey beloveddd sorry i took forever to answer this <33 forgot to take my meds and got sick lol

okay yeah that second part is me lmao. short person overcompensating yeah. i am a very short but very angry person. it's fine. it's FINE.

typing games were for sure a thing in elementary school!! we did a super boring one and it was BAD

aw thats too bad :( i hope u find a decent website with good shirts ™ so u can be vibey and gender

no LITERALLY. i think i might try to learn. (read: i will tell myself this, not do it, and then be disappointed in myself and feel guilty) :pensive_nonartist: so true tho

no SAME i physically cannot keep plants alive to save my life. or theirs. apparently.

yes yes google docs dark mode is a godsend. yeah they just have a LOT of popups and stuff. bleh

omg that podcast sounds absolutely wonderful please it would be the first and only podcast id ever be interested in. NO HELP. I CANT DO AUDIOBOOKS EITHER. my brain does not like it </3

yes yes yes that sounds absolutely immaculate. best vibes. BEST VIBES. and yeah that makes sense re essays

my ideal house would .uh h . uhh . . it would have lots of comfy floor space with rugs and beanbags and stuffed animals and pillows and stuff. and various types of chairs. and lots of string lights EVERYWHERE. and reading nooks and bookshelves everywhere full to the brim and. and and and. just. lots of comfy vibes like hey come over and u will never want to leave but not in a creepy ur trapped here forever way (unless??)

favorite shirt uhhh. i don't think so ?? i mean. hang on i will check my closet. oh there i am wow look at that. SORRY COULDNT RESIST ANYWAYS. umm theres this white cropped graphic tee that i stole from someone at camp. and i really like it :D

live concerts are cool but i could never . . it is just Too Much. yk ??

ooooh song song song song song. uhh. august is a fever ella jane i am once again losing my SHIT over it. also motion sickness by phoebe bridgers.

what's a song you really like right now? what's your favorite texture? what do you miss the most? what's something super random and mundane that you're scared of? how about something deep?

#plu answers #radio silences #🌵anon

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