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byunpum · 9 months

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Ghost girl | part 3

Pairing: Neteyam x Albino na'vi!fem x Sully family

Warning: All the characters are aged up 20’s, bad relationships, teyam is a shy babygurl, soft & crush moments.

Note:Sorry for the late update, I've had a lot of work to do and I'm finally on vacation. I will try to catch up. But thank you so much for all the love you have given to this series. BTW… I'll keep answering requests. I have a lot of them in my inbox, so please be patient.

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4,Part 5(final)

3 weeks had passed since the Sully family took you into their home. Your injury had healed, and little by little you had started to help more in the family home. Because the camp was a rather uncomfortable and small place. Neytiri convinced you to live completely in the family hut, in a way she felt responsible for you. After all she was the one who had found you in the jungle. She also felt that you needed her, so she promised herself to take care of you. Jake didn't mind this, he thought it was adorable… to see neytiri so worried about a girl totally different from them. But he supported his mate's decision, you were a girl who had lost her entire clan. They should help you and make you feel like part of the new clan. Or so they were trying.

The Omaticaya had never interacted with the Na'vi of the cold mountains. They had heard stories, and only a few had seen a few. Your clan was known to be very polite, a bit of a hermit and not very sociable. They were not aggressive, but they did not like to mix with other clans. Besides the physical and social differences. Your clan was different in their way of living. In the last few weeks you could see how everyone did their chores, how the clan lived together. Of course, all this from the door of the hut. You were still a little afraid to go out, you had walked around the hut. But no more than that. You were curious, how you were going to help them. You had to learn to do something. You hadn't noticed, but Kiri had already come closer to you. Sitting down next to you. "Hey…what are you looking at? Are you looking at tarsem?" kiri teased a little. This comment caught the attention of neteyam, who was getting his things ready to go fishing. "Oh no" you laugh nervously, yes you had noticed this guy's presence, but that wasn't what you were looking at.

Neteyam clears his throat, coming over to where you two were sitting. "What are you two talking about?" the boy asks, playing dumb. "mmm nothing…about Y/N. She's spying tarsem, that's bad" kiri continues teasing. "Stop!!!" you push her a little. As your eyes meet neteyam's, he had a forced smile on his face. The last few weeks, ever since you had arrived at the hut. Neteyam has been silently close to you and your baby. Watching you from afar, or sitting closer to you at meal times. Helping you take care of him, or just holding him while you did other things. Making sure everything was okay, of course…all with a low profile. Everyone thought neteyam was being nice and wanted you to feel at home. So did the other members of the family, but you… you knew this was not the case. Neteyam was forgetting that your gift as a seer allowed you to feel and see things that others did not. You didn't know exactly what that feeling was that neteyam radiated when he was around you. But you knew it wasn't something normal…it was something very intense.

"Tarsem is a guy…quite interesting" neteyam speaks with a hint of annoyance in his tone of voice. Playing with your baby, which was in your lap. Kiri laughs again, nudging his brother on the shoulder. "He's interesting…and he's very cute" kiri looks at you, watching you roll your eyes back. "I'm not looking at him…I'm looking at that" you point to the group of women who were separating some fruit. Others were making baskets. "Ahh they're just picking fruit" speaks neteyam.

"They didn't do that in my clan…in the cold there are no fruit trees" you say, while still looking at the group of women. Kiri and neteyam stand silently looking at each other. "No fruit? So what did you eat?" asks Kiri. "Meat…and some berries and herbs" you smile awkwardly. You watch the look on kiri's face turn to one of sadness. "It must be very sad," says Kiri. You laugh and settle closer to neteyam. "It's no big deal… my clan was located in the area where there are many storms. So these foods are perfect for survival" you try to explain to them, but you could still see the anguish in their eyes. If it could be a bit depressing, you could occasionally enjoy some fruits that survived in the cold snow. But you were used to it. "But… I'm glad to be here, I've eaten a lot of fruits and I love them" you smile shyly. Noticing how neteyam was literally glued to your side. Your arm was bumping against his. After a short silence, neteyam had an idea.

"Why don't you come with me to get some fruits?" asks neteyam, placing his hand on your thigh. You bristle under his touch, he doesn't know what he's doing to you. Of course, he couldn't feel what you could, it was all too intense. "I'd like to…but" you lower your gaze, watching as your baby played with one of your braids. Braids that Neytiri had made for you the night before. Kiri steps up, and takes the baby in her arms. "I'll take care of him…it will be good for you to go for a walk" says Kiri. You think about it for a moment, but agree. Herwì had just turned 2 months old, so he was a little easier to take care the baby. You stare at Kiri for a moment, you swear you can hear a voice saying "he'll be fine". You panic a little, they turn your head. "Everything okay?" kiri asks, you try to laugh. "Yeah, yeah….esta fine, if anything happens you look me for me" you agree. Watching as neteyam gets up from the floor, going to get some baskets.

"So what are we waiting for….let's go" neteyam says, placing his hand on your back guiding you. You give a last to kiri and then walk out of the hut. The further you walked, the more surprised you became. Not only by the differences between the na'vi. But by the amount of humans walking normally, it made you a little nervous. You knew that everyone got along well, and that these humans were not dangerous, even your instinct told you that you shouldn't be afraid. But still… you felt fear. "How about we go to my ikran, what do you think?" neteyam asks you, trying to distract you. "Really?" you sound excited, ever since you had seen the ikran you wanted to ride them. A couple more minutes and you are ahead of the ikran. You grab the creature's head. Neteyam is silent, watching his ikran go calm under your touch.

"You are precious" you whisper, closing your eyes. Neteyam's ikran becomes even quieter, just as you touch it. You could feel its heartbeat, you look up, staring into the animal's eyes. "You haven't named it, why?" you look at neteyam, who had already walked beside you. "Ahh I don't know… I didn't think he wanted a name" says neteyam laughing a little. Holding up the baskets. "Well yes…you should" you speak. "I should" there is a small pause between the two of you. "Ok…all set" neteyam climbs into his ikran, inviting you. You take his hand, and he helps you get comfortable. "Hold me tight" neteyam says, as you wrap your arms around his waist. Holding you tightly, so that the ikran begins to fly.

The view was so beautiful. The mountains, the wildlife. The clouds that adorned the tops of the trees. Neteyam was silent, noticing how you were relaxing. Just as you were gaining altitude, in the distance you could see what had once been your home, Neteyam's eyes opened wide. You could see the large area that had been burned. As smoke billowed from the burned trees and floated up to the heights. Neteyam can feel your grip getting tighter. He moves one of his hands, to touch yours. Which was now on his chest, giving it a squeeze. "That was my home" you speak, laying your head on his back. Neteyam holds your hand tighter. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry" neteyam feels you settle more on his back hugging him, he knew you were looking for some comfort. Neteyam has never seen first-hand what the brutal loss of his clan was like. Neytiri and Jake only talked superficially about it. Sure, he had seen destruction. But the destruction of this magnitude never. And that you had experienced it firsthand, it broke his heart. He felt bad…knowing that his mother had to suffer as much as you did. Or worse.

Neteyam diverts his ikran a bit, to take another route, and so get away from the area. After flying for a while, you both land on a branch. You cautiously climb down from the beast, while Neteyam begins to place several baskets on his shoulder. "I told you that I'm not very good at climbing?" you say, looking down at the ground. "No? Why?" neteyam comes to your side, looking at your worried face. "Well… I didn't have the need to climb trees. I was just…walking" you feel yourself getting a little dizzy, seeing the height of the tree to the ground. Neteyam holds you by the arm. "Oh I understand…mmm climb on my back" says neteyam, bending down to be more below your height. You move closer, hugging his neck. Feeling neteyam's hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you up onto his back in one swift movement. "Hold on tight," neteyam says.

"You're not going to let go…are you?" neteyam can feel how nervous you are, you're shaking a little. And your tail was thumping his hands. "No…but if you want me to release you to the ground" neteyam jokes with you loosening his grip a little. You scream and hug him tighter. "Just kidding… calm down" neteyam starts to climb down the tree carefully, it wasn't very tall. So you reached the ground quickly. Carefully releasing you on the ground, making sure you were okay.

"Well…that wasn't so bad" you speak, adjusting several pieces of your top. You were still getting used to how revealing these clothes felt. Neteyam comes over, and adjusts a piece. Carefully, checking to make sure it was in the right place. You stand still, noticing how carefully he touched you and cared for you. So different…so kind. Making your heart clench. "If we follow this path…there are some trees that have the best fruits" neteyam speaks, he was so close to you. You could see all his expressions, and how his little ears moved as he tried to find his way through the jungle. Taking your hand, to start walking. You don't complain, you let him guide you. After walking for a while, about 6 minutes. You get to where the trees were. They were all full of yellow and red fruits.

"It's harvest time…I know you're going to love them," says neteyam, watching you walk away. To get closer and investigate the fruits further. They were so strange to you, Neytiri was bringing another type of fruit to eat..this one was bigger and brighter. "These days are supposed to start picking this fruit…look" neteyam plucks a fruit from the tree, and offers it to you. He gestures with his mouth for you to bite into the fruit. You laugh a little, it looked funny. You take it, and take a bite. Enjoying the new texture, taste and smell you were experiencing. Your ears perk up, and your tail starts wagging fast. "You like it, don't you? It tastes wonderful" neteyam asks, munching on a fruit. "This…is delicious" you speak with your mouth full. Neteyam laughs, he thought it was adorable to see you discovering something new for the first time. You both sit on the ground, laying your back on a log. Eating more fruit, while Neteyam told you all about the fruit. He told you that this was not the only fruit there was, that there were hundreds of them and how they should be harvested and cared from them. You listened to him very attentively, surprised that there was such a variety of fruit.

After a while, the two of you started talking about anything and everything. Until the subject of your baby came up. Neteyam was curious. Since you didn't talk about your mate, usually couples talked about their mates. Even if they had died, they still remembered their memory. You had barely mentioned it once. Now you were sitting, eating another piece of fruit. Neteyam cleared his throat and spoke. "Y/N…I have a question?" you could tell the nervousness in his tone of voice. You respond with a "Hmm?" but continue eating your fruit. "I wanted to ask you something about …. the father of your baby" speaks neteyam. He notices how you have stopped eating, and you put the fruit in your lap. You look up, to see neteyam. "I've noticed that you hardly talk about him, and…" you interrupt neteyam.

"seyey was one of the strongest hunters in the whole clan, at such a young age he had a lot of experience. He had earned the respect of the entire clan. Including my father…the clan chief" you pause. So you were the clan chief's daughter, now it all made sense. "I guess…he wanted you to be with him," says neteyam. You nod your head in agreement. "He thought seyey was the perfect mate. Our clan thinks about preserving our lineage, it must be pure. So as soon as we came of age, we united before eywa" you spoke with your eyes on the ground. Neteyam didn't want to say anything, he could see how uncomfortable this topic made you. "The only thing that came out enjoyable, was my son herwì… we were unhappy together". "I'm sorry for everything…" neteyam put his hand on your back. "My father only wanted the clan lineage to stay intact…no matter what I really wanted. He wasn't a bad father, but he didn't listen to me" you speak.

"And what did you want to do?" asks Neteyam, trying to cheer you up a bit. You blush a little, a little embarrassed. "I wanted to be a slinth rider" you speak, neteyam is a little shocked. The slinth were dangerous creatures. "Those creatures are not from the jungle?… they are also very dangerous" neteyam notices how you laugh. "Yes…but the ones found in the cold mountains are another type of slinth…they are just like me" you laugh, taking a bite of fruit. "You can still be a rider…if that's what you want" speaks neteyam. You let out a sigh. "Well…what's done is done. There's nothing I can do about it. Besides…I think I know why I'm here" you tap neteyam on the shoulder.

"Really? And what's that reason?" neteyam moves closer to you. Wiggling playfully. "mmm I can't tell you" you change your face, laughing a little. "Come on…tell me!" speaks neteyam in a soft but at the same time playful tone. The atmosphere had become more peaceful, you both started to laugh. You knew what the reason was, you had a feeling that the reason why he had come to this clan. It was because of neteyam…because of the dream you had of him. Now you just had to find out what was the reason for your encounter with him. You two were so wrapped up in your own world that you didn't hear someone approaching. Neteyam was the first to notice the noises, there wasn't supposed to be anyone in the harvest area yet. Rising to stand in front of you, you carefully stand up.

Neteyam pulls out his knife, ready to strike at anything. But he immediately relaxed when he heard his brother's voice. What the hell is lo'ak doing here, Neteyam thinks. "Don't worry…it's lo'ak" neteyam lowers his weapon, watching as the voice continues to get closer. Out of the bushes comes lo'ak who was talking carelessly next to spider. You let out a low cry, and move quickly behind neteyam. Hugging his arm. "What's that 'thing' doing here?" you sound scared, you had seen the humans. But from far away. You had never seen one so close. "This 'thing' is spider…it's good" lo'ak says trying to calm you down. "Yeah…I don't bite" says spider, laughing a little. Everyone knew what you had been through, so this was a very normal reaction. "I see you" spider gestures with his hands, and you copy his greeting. Looking at neteyam, but not taking off from him. "I promise I won't hurt you…I'm good" spider felt somewhat responsible, even though he hadn't done anything to you.

Lo'ak had talked about you, the last few days. And he was fascinated to meet you. An albino na'vi and from the cold mountains. That sounded wonderful. "You've met norm?…you'd blow his head off" spider jokes a little. But your face turns to horror again. "no…I don't want to blow anyone up" you yell a little, whining. The three boys laugh out loud. "Babe..no. He says norm would be impressed with you. He just said a human quote" neteyam explains to you. "I'm sorry" spider apologizes. He doesn't want to scare you. "And you were doing here?" neteyam asks. Lo'ak points to the fruit in his hand. "Same as you guys…but without the romantic atmosphere" lo'ak scoffs. Neteyam laughs uncomfortably. "Why don't we go back to camp?" neteyam looks at you, and can see that she was still frightened by spider's presence. "Yes…I want to go back" you squeeze neteyam's arm tighter. You two begin your walk back to neteyam's ikran. Hearing the giggles of the boys. "Ignore them…yes?" neteyam takes your hand. You take another look and follow neteyam. "She's…she's very impressive" says spider. "I know…I've never seen anyone like that" says lo'ak.

Near the cold mountains…

"Sir…we've looked everywhere and nothing" says one of the warriors. The man clears his throat, holding back tears from his eyes. He could not look weak in front of his warriors. "Make a scan in the southern area, closer to the village" says the man. The warriors quickly look at each other with concern. "But sir… the humans may be nearby and" the man slaps the ground. "I gave an order!!!" the man shouts, all the young warriors get up and leave the cave.

"Father…I don't think we're going to find her" says a younger boy. The man strokes the back of his neck, letting a tear come out of his eye. This situation was killing him, he had to find her. "tekxe…we have to find your sister. I have a feeling she's still alive" says your father. Eywa always protects his chosen ones.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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Mommy's good boy

PAIRING | Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft Dom!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4K

SUMMARY | Ransom has been under a lot of stress lately, and all he needs is to forget about all of it, and give himself completely over to his needs. The only person who can help him with that like no one else can, is his wife.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], D/S dynamics [ Sub!Ransom & Soft Dom!Reader ], swearing, smut [ subspace, slight dumbification, mommy kink, oral fixation (finger sucking), praise/praise kink, subtle edging, anal fingering, use of a butt plug, thigh riding, nipple play, lactation kink (without milk), slight bondage (use of handcuffs), oral (F&M receiving simultaneous), face riding, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, anal pegging with a strap-on, a lot of aftercare ].

A/N | This is my first fic for the wonderful Ransom Drysdale, so let me know what you think! I'd also love to start writing for him more, so please don't hesitate to drop your requests in my inbox! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

You got home earlier than usual today since you only worked for a half day, using some of your much-needed time off. Now you're working on preparing dinner for yourself and your husband, Ransom.

When you're about to put the casserole you made into the oven, the door slams open and shut, notifying you that said husband just arrived home, and he isn't happy.

''Hi Puppy, how was your day?'' you ask him, and you immediately see his facade slipping at the nickname. You can tell he needs you more than ever, and you're willing to do exactly what he needs right now.

''F-fuck, I just- I need you, need you to care of me and forget everything,'' Ransom says as he walks over to you, clinging onto you like a lost puppy.

You decide to finish dinner later and tell Ransom to go upstairs and assume the position. He quickly runs upstairs and practically tears off his clothes. He puts them in the laundry basket like you taught him and sits on the bed.

He is facing the door so he can see you walk in, but he's completely naked, on his knees and his hands behind his back. His cock is throbbing and rock hard, precum leaking from the tip.

You make a quick stop in your walk-in closet to change your outfit. Sure, the lingerie you wore is lovely, but you decide to treat Ransom a little and put on the new black set you bought recently.

''Are you ready, Puppy?'' you ask when you walk in the door, and he can't answer because his jaw is practically on the floor when he sees you in the lacey black garments.

''Does my Puppy suddenly not know how to talk anymore?'' you coo at him as you walk over with a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, Ransom's eyes following every last step.

He shakes his head because, of course, he knows how to talk, but words seem to get lost in his throat, and his mind gets a little fuzzy. He enjoys getting lost in this headspace but wants to enjoy everything you have in store for him.

''R-ready, Mommy,'' he manages to get out, feeling himself slip further into the fuzziness.

You walk over to the bed and know you're not too rough on him tonight because it will mainly be about his pleasure. When you're there, you crawl onto the bed to where Ransom's sitting.

''Are you going to be a good boy for Mommy today?'' you ask, letting your hand slide softly over his cheek as he leans into your touch.

''Yes,'' he whispers, and you pull him in for a loving, sweet kiss which you don't deepen, but the moment you pull away from him, you hear soft whimpers from Ransom.

''Don't worry, baby; I'm gonna take good care of you tonight, so you don't have to worry about anything. And I will let you cum whenever you need to, as often as you need to. Tonight is all about you,'' you tell him, and his eyes shoot open, looking into yours.

Your hand moves from his cheek to his mouth, and you touch his bottom lip with your index- and middle finger, putting them in his mouth when he opens up for you.

His mouth closes, and his eyes flutter shut again while he sucks your fingers. ''You're being such a good boy for Mommy right now; you're doing great, Puppy,'' you tell him, and you see his thick cock twitching at the praise.

He starts sucking harder when you press down on his tongue, and as much as he wants to touch you, he fights his urges right now. He knows you will treat him well if he listens, and he can't wait.

You pull your fingers out of his mouth, and he looks at you through half-lidded eyes, giving him a fucked out look already despite not having done anything yet.

''Alright, Puppy. Sit on your hands and knees for Mommy so I can prep you for later. I'd love to fuck you later, so we need to insert a plug first,'' you tell him, and he does so without protest.

''Hmm, such a perfect Puppy for me right now. You're listening so well, and I'm so proud of you,'' you tell him as your hand snakes around his hips towards his hard, leaking cock.

Your hand wraps around the base, and you tug a few times, giving him just enough pleasure to drift even further into the fuzziness, but not enough to make him cum, yet.

''M-mommy! Please!'' he whimpers as you take your hand away.

''You get to cum soon, Puppy, don't worry. First the prep, then I will make you feel so good you can only think of me,'' you tell him, and you place a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his hip.

The lube and the plug you need for the prep are on the nightstand, so you move away from Ransom and off the bed to retrieve them. You pick them up and show the jet-black plug to Ransom, who starts salivating at the sight.

You move back to the bed, and this time he's wiggling his ass for you, notifying you he's more than ready for you to start working the plug into him.

''It will be cold, Puppy, but don't worry. Mommy's proud of you, and I know you will be my perfect boy,'' you coo at him, making him moan softly.

You squirt some lube onto your fingers before spreading his ass cheeks with your other hand, bringing them to his puckering and slightly pulsing hole.

As soon as your fingers make contact Ransom's hips buck up against your fingers, making you grin widely. ''Such a needy boy for me, huh? You need Mommy's fingers in you?'' you ask teasingly.

Ransom knows the answer to this, he really does, but he can't seem to get it out of his mouth. His mind is entirely blank, except for the feeling he's experiencing, pure and utter bliss.

''You can just nod, Puppy. I know you've had a hard day, so just a nod is okay for today,'' you tell him as you give him soft kisses. When the words sink in, he nods and releases a quiet 'yes' too.

''Good boy,'' you say, and your fingers first twirl around his rim a little until he relaxes, so you can push your middle finger into the first knuckle.

''Look at that, Puppy, you're taking me so well right now. It feels fantastic to have me fill you up, huh?'' you say as you work the rest of your finger in with soft thrusts, making sure to take your time with him.

It doesn't take long for him to take your entire fingers with ease, so you decide to add another, and when Ransom feels that, he lets out a deep groan from deep within.

''F-fuck, Mommy!'' he groans at your extra finger, which he also takes without a problem.

''You're doing so amazing for me, Puppy. Taking my fingers so well, can't wait to fill you up with my thick cock later,'' you say, pumping your fingers out faster as his moans become more erratic.

''Is my Puppy going to cum on Mommy's fingers? Go ahead, you know you're allowed to tonight,'' you say, and with a few more quick pumps of your fingers against his prostate, he cums, thick white ropes of cum shoot onto the bed from his throbbing cock.

''M-MOMMY, YES!'' he screams out as you work him through his orgasm, and you feel your own panties get wet at the power of the orgasm that washes over your husband.

''You did so well for Mommy, Puppy. You're my best boy right now, cumming beautifully for Mommy. When the plug is in, I will clean you up with my tongue as a reward for being such a good boy for me,'' you tell him, and his cheeks turn a deep red color at all the praise.

Because of all your praise, he didn't notice your fingers slip out until he suddenly felt the plug teasing against his hole.

''Relax, Puppy. I'm going slow, so all you have to do is relax for Mommy,'' you say, and he does, his chest now lying on the bed, too, so his ass is even higher.

Your hand nudges his thighs a little further apart, and you work the plug slowly into him, which feels fantastic as he's gradually getting stretched around the metal of the plug.

''Just a little more before it's in Puppy; you can take it. Bet you already feel so full right now, huh?'' you say, and he nods with a moan when it fully slides in.

''Fuck, your ass looks absolutely amazing with that jewel in there,'' you say as you tap on the white diamond at the plug's base.

Ransom lets out a deep moan at the feeling, and you place a few small kisses on his ass cheeks before letting him sit on his knees again.

He has to shift several times to find a comfortable position with the plug. Still, once he does, he looks at you, wondering what's next, and you can tell there's not a single thought behind those eyes right now.

''The Puppy deserves a great reward, and I promised to clean you up. Go lay on your back for me so I can do just that,'' you say as you guide him onto his back.

He has gone soft again after his orgasm, and even though it takes him a little while to get hard again after his orgasms, you don't mind.

When he's lying down, you move until you're between his thighs, and your tongue starts licking softly at the tip of his sensitive cock. His back arches as soft groans leave his throat, but it feels oh-so-good.

''Mommy, please,'' he whines, and you're reveling in the thought that you're the only thing on his mind right now. Nothing happens in his head except for you and how good you make him feel.

''Don't worry, Puppy, I'm still here, and you're going to make Mommy feel good, okay?'' you tell him, and he nods softly. You finish cleaning him off with your tongue and move up to him, straddling his thigh as you hold his face in your hands and lean in for a deep kiss.

You have always had a thing for Ransom's thick and muscled thighs, so you're planning to take full advantage of that now.

Once your soaking cunt makes contact with his thigh, you let out a deep moan, and Ransom's eyes flutter shut at the sound, knowing he's the one pulling it out of you.

''You feel so good, Puppy. Gonna let you make Mommy cum. Can you flex those muscles for me?'' you ask, and he does, and you immediately start riding him.

The moans you're letting out are borderline pornographic, but seeing your beautiful husband be turned into a puddle of mush underneath your fingers gets you going like nothing else can.

''R-Ransom, yes! Fuck, doing so good for me! 'M gonna cum for you,'' you say as the fabric of your panties gives you precisely the right amount of friction you need right now.

In combination with him flexing his thigh muscles, your orgasm washes over you quickly, pulling moans from deep within you, and soft moans coming from Ransom make you cum fast and violently.

''Mommy, need to taste you,'' Ransom says as he finally manages to lift his arms, softly grabbing your breasts and rubbing his long, thin fingers over your now hard nipples.

''Need your milk,'' he croaks out, and his hands move to the clasp on the back while you lean forward. He quickly rips it off your shoulders when it's open and attaches his mouth to your left nipple.

The suckling sounds from his mouth and his hands on your ass almost send you head first into another orgasm; your breath picks up when he lands a hard slap on your ass.

''Fuck, yes! Keep sucking on Mommy's tits, and I'll cum for you,'' you tell him; he doesn't have to be told twice. His hands keep guiding you back and forth over his thighs, and your head swings back as your second orgasm rushes through your veins and body.

''RANSOM, YES! You feel so fucking good, suck on Mommy's tits like that; Take all the milk you need from Mommy's tits, Puppy. Such a good boy for me right now, doing perfect for me,'' you pant as you ride out your orgasm.

Ransom quickly moves over to your other nipple and sucks the hard nub into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, sending shocks up and down your spine.

When his mouth releases your nipple, you fall forward, and your whole body is splayed over Ransom. His arms circle around your waist as he holds you close while you recover from

everything that happened.

''You're doing absolutely perfect for me; you're doing so good for Mommy,'' you whisper in Ransom's ear, and he feels like absolute heaven right now. He needs you and your sweet words, precisely what you're giving him.

The two of you are lying like that for a few minutes. When you get back up, you can see that Ransom is already hard again, so you quickly attach the handcuffs to the headboard for the next part of the evening.

''Give me your hands, Puppy. I'll just tie these to the headboard for now, but if you're a good boy for Mommy, I'll let you out of them to help me feel good,'' you tell him, and his eyes flutter closed at the thought, a small smile appearing on his lips.

''Love you, Mommy,'' he says, and your heart melts at those words.

''I love you too, my sweet boy,'' you say as you lean down for a soft kiss.

When the handcuffs are attached, his hands are wrapped tight enough but not too tight to not hurt him.

You look back down at Ransom and see he is still hard. ''Hmm, Mommy's is going to make you feel so good, Puppy,'' you say as you climb onto the bed and over his chest, your ass facing Ransom's head.

You lean down to give him soft kisses on the tip of his dick, and he hisses softly at the feeling. ''Now I'm gonna let you have some fun too, Puppy,'' you say, and you remove your panties before sitting down on his face.

He immediately knows what he needs to do, and his tongue starts swirling through your folds, over your clit, and into your entrance while you writhe on top of him.

''Oh, R-Ransom, Jesus, that feels amazing,'' you say, and when you're about to reach your orgasm, you put your hands on his chest, riding him through your orgasm.

When you're done, you lean forward and take his achingly hard cock into your mouth, wrapping your hand around the part you can't get to with your mouth.

Ransom doesn't let up and keeps fucking his tongue into your entrance, needing to get every last drop of arousal out of you. ''Oh, Puppy, yes! Right there,'' you tell him as his lips attach around your clit, and he sucks like his life depends on it.

Suddenly you get an idea, and while you're sucking Ransom off, your fingers trail down to his ass, gripping the plug's base and softly moving it inside as it hits his perfect spot each time.

''M-Mommy, gonna cum!'' he says when he finally lets go of your cunt, and before you know it, he shoots his cum deep into your throat, and you swallow every last drop of it.

''Hm, you're Mommy's good boy, aren't you? Making me cum like that, you're the most perfect Puppy Mommy could ever wish for,'' you tell him when you've turned around, placing soft kisses on his face.

He looks absolutely fucked out, and he feels like his limbs are noodles at this point. He has a content smile, and his head lulls to the side, giving you the perfect opportunity to shower his neck with kisses and love marks.

You move over to straddle Ransom's hips, and you line his cock up with your entrance when he's hard again after a few strokes, sinking down in a single move.

The groan from Ransom is almost animalistic at the feeling of your tight, soft walls clenching around him. ''Fuck, you feel so fucking good when you're this deep inside me,'' you pant out.

He is trying to fight against his restraints, but he doesn't have enough strength to do it right now, so eventually, he gives up and lets you use him however you need.

''Yeah, look at you, Puppy. Letting Mommy use you as her personal sex toy, huh? Being such a perfect fuck doll for Mommy to use however she pleases,'' you say, and your nails scratch over his chest, making him groan again.

The pain and pleasure combined feel so good in his fuzzy headspace. Before realizing what's happening, he's cumming again, deep inside you, as you clench around him.

You follow him soon after, and you're so sensitive after him hitting your sweet spot so many times that you squirt all over his legs, stomach, and bed while screaming his name.

''Mommy,'' he murmurs, and you lean forward, cradling his face in your hands as you kiss his lips softly.

Then you climb off him, and he whines when he slides out of you. You release his arms from the restraints and rub the red marks softly before placing kisses.

He pulls you in for a cuddle, and you must remind him that you're not done yet.

''Not yet, Puppy, I still have to make you feel good; remember when we put the plug in?'' you say, and you gently tap it. His back arches at the feeling, and he moans softly.

''Mommy's gonna make you feel even better by filling you up way better than they ever could,'' you tell him, and he nods slowly. ''Don't worry, I'll make you feel so good; you've been such a good boy for me after all,'' you say, and you give him a soft kiss on his forehead.

You prepared your harness earlier, so you can step into it and return to the bed. Ransom opens his eyes and lifts his head to see what you're doing, and his eyes go wide at the sight of the dildo between your legs.

''M-Mommy, it's too big,'' he croaks out, but you assure him it'll fit.

''Don't worry, Puppy. We've used this one before, and you always were such a good boy for me, so I know it'll fit again,'' you tell him, and you give kisses from his chest down his stomach.

Your fingers wrap around the plug's base, and you slowly start working it out of Ransom while giving his dick a few more licks and kisses to relax him. He finally releases the plug with a soft whine, and you lube up the dildo attached to your harness.

When you're ready, you grab Ransom's legs and fold them back for him, ordering him to hold onto him as you line up with his gaping hole. ''I'm gonna go slow, Puppy, don't worry,'' you reassure him and start pushing in.

''Fuck, you're doing so good for me; look at how good your ass is taking me right now,'' you say, your head thrown back as you push yourself deeper into him.

When you bottom out, you immediately start thrusting, not giving him time to adjust to catch him off-guard one last time.

''Oh, Mommy, feels so full!'' Ransom moans out, and the grin on your face isn't going anywhere when you see the wholly fucked out look your perfect husband has on his face right now.

You start thrusting faster, and your hand finds its way to his hard cock, and you start pumping him in time with your thrusts, making him pant and moan like crazy.

''Come on, Puppy, I know you can give me one more orgasm, after that I'll take good care of you and treat you like the perfect boy you are for Mommy,'' you say, and with a few more thrusts, his cum spurts out, over his chest and abdomen, making a mess.

After that, you slowly pull out, and Ransom whines at a loss again. Still, you quickly unbuckle and step out of your harness before going to the headboard and grabbing two bottles of water from the nightstand.

You always like to be prepared with water and snacks when Ransom is in a subspace like this.

''Come on, Baby, you're okay; we're all done. It's time for cuddles right now,'' you say, and you're sitting up against the headboard, allowing Ransom to sit between your legs and with his back against your chest.

You twisted open the water bottle cap and slowly put it against Ransom's lips so he could take little sips of it.

''That's it, Baby, you're doing very good for me right now,'' you tell him when he has finished half the bottle. Then you grab a chocolate bar, break small bits off, and feed it to him while he's slowly coming down from his headspace, ensuring he won't have a sub-drop later.

''I love you so much, Ransom. I'm so glad I have met you and that I have gotten the chance to fall in love with you,'' you whisper to him, and when he's come down enough, he tells you he loves you too.

''Love you too, Cookie,'' he says, and you can't help but smile at the nickname he gave you when you started buying his favorite Biscoff cookies before the two of you were officially dating.

You and Ransom sat on the bed like that before it was officially time to clean each other up. The two of you moved your cuddle session to the shower when he could finally stand on his legs again.

Now here you are, holding onto your husband, your hands making lazy patterns over his back, his hands washing your hair with the shampoo he loves so much.

''Thank you for coming to me when you needed me the most, Ransom. I'm still grateful you trust me to such a level,'' you tell him, and he leans down for a kiss.

''There's no one else I trust more than you, Cookie. And there's nothing else I'd rather come home to than my gorgeous wife. I still find it hard to believe you wanted to marry me, but I'm so fucking glad you did,'' he says, rinsing out your hair, making sure no soap gets into your eyes.

''You're the best husband a woman could ever ask for, Baby, you really are,'' you say, standing on your tip-toes to kiss him this time.

''And you're the best wife I could ever have,'' he tells you.

After the shower, you help each other dry off and slip into some comfortable clothing, and Ransom lends you one of his sweaters to cuddle in.

The two of you go to the couch, where you just cuddle for the rest of the night while watching a movie, content in the silence that hangs around you.

That night the two of you sleep like logs, and you wake up tangled up in each other.

''Good morning, Cookie,'' he says as he pulls you closer. This is precisely what you've always dreamt of. Waking up on a wintery Saturday morning with the love of your life and not a single worry for either of you.

When it is finally time for you to get up, you walk to the kitchen while holding each other's hand.

''Would my perfect husband like some waffles or pancakes?'' you ask, and he just sits you on the counter.

''I have an entirely different idea about breakfast,'' he says as he drops to his knees, pulling your panties to the side and diving in like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

Yeah, this is perfection, you think to yourself while cumming.

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There's a scene in One Piece where Koby is talking about his frustration and disappointment with the Marines as an institution, and Helmeppo tells him "Well, you just have to become some big shot and fix it all, right?" and Koby agrees with him, and that's got me thinking about how, in canon, Koby's endgame is pretty clearly going to be exactly that -- he's set up as not only Garp's successor but as the one who will surpass him. Koby's goal is to become so powerful and so influential that he's able to enforce massive reforms on The World Government's Entire Military, which is. No small task! Koby's motives are so selfless that it's easy to overlook that, actually, he's aiming for just as much power and prestige as the other top hitters. This man, like so many others in One Piece, is trying to swallow the sun, and it's been made clear that he's one of the few who has what it takes to actually succeed.

And that has me thinking about people constantly being surprised and confused by Zoro's loyalty to Luffy, because Zoro could be a pirate captain in his own right. People keep expecting him to be gunning for the crown, and we're told that if he did, honestly, he might make it! Zoro has the makings to be Pirate King, or at least to be a top dog, an emperor of the sea. People see his skill and his ambition and they assume, and every time he has to be like "Nah man, you got it wrong, my dreams start and end with that grinning rubber idiot over there. Yes, really."

and all of THAT has me thinking about Koby's Bad Day, and how hilarious it would be if Koby ALSO dealt with that on occasion. Technically he already does have experience as captain of his own crew (although being a captain in the navy isn't really the same kind of autonomy and freedom as a pirate captain, that's not Nothing!) and he certainly has the skills and the strength to get peoples' attention. However, unlike Zoro, Koby is very much Just Hanging Out. Like, Zoro knows he's hot shit, and it doesn't surprise him when other people point it out to him. He understands where the confusion comes from. He just corrects people and moves on. But Koby? If somebody just started assuming that Koby must clearly be the REAL captain, or that obviously Koby must want the Pirate King title for himself, I think Koby would explode. I don't think he'd know how to react. And I think it would be really, really funny.

Anyway I'm just sharing thoughts cause I'm on a reread. Thank you so much for writing this fic btw, easily one of my faves and reading it is always such a blast.

Man. My inbox loooves not showing me messages. Sorry to answer this so late!

First of all you are SO right, Koby would combust at the idea of being a contender for Pirate King. Where on earth would anyone get that idea?? Well, Koby, you’re a very powerful pirate with potentially the best observation haki in the entire world. People are gonna assume.

But of course Koby still mentally thinks of himself as a Good Boy, hasn’t fully reconciled with the fact that he is objectively and inarguably a pirate, in a world where most pirates are back-stabbing scumbags. He’s a member of Luffy’s crew, he is very proud to call him Captain! But honestly I think he sometimes forgets that they’re pirates, since 90% of the time they’re not doing anything illegal 😂

Combine that with the fact that he chronically underestimates how strong he really is, and that he is Luffy’s most ardent supporter? Yeah the Pirate King comments would BAFFLE him.

Thanks so much for sending this ask! I’m so happy you enjoyed KANGVCD enough to re-read it! It means a lot!

#asks #kangvcd #koby’s awful no good very confusing day #one piece #wren don’t look

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hanilessa · 11 months

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Loving you is pain and bliss

` Summary: Loving a person who suffered from unrequited love for another girl can be simply unbearable. You can say it with confidence.

` Childe x Fem!Reader

` Genre: roommates!au, angst, argument, happy ending

` Word Count: 1,2K

` Author’s notes: for you, dear @stxwpid!! i hope you like it ♡ enjoy!

likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

This has gone on countless times. You have already lost count, each time wringing your fingers and biting your lips to small wounds, when you saw how Ajax returned home late at night, completely beaten, with dripping and clotted blood that was on his cheekbone.

Every time your heart contracts painfully when you see him in this state. Your hands are trembling, salty tears are trying to flow from your eyes, and your lips are trembling in the desire to scream. You want to hug him, comfort him, help him, take away all his physical and mental pain for yourself so that Childe can feel better at least for a second.

He leans against the wall, completely broken and tired. There is a crimson bruise under his eye, fresh blood dripping from his lips, falling on the soft white pile carpet, and you feel like you're gradually starting to go crazy. It's like a vicious circle from which neither Ajax nor you can get out.

Your hands are trembling, your throat is dry — you have the feeling that you're in the middle of the desert without a single drop of water. You timidly take a step closer to him. The ginger man takes a shaky breath and you can literally hear him swallow blood mixed with saliva, making his Adam's apple twitch.

Childe's eyes are closed, he breathes raggedly, and you can feel the pain he feels with your whole being, just looking at him with your big watery eyes.

"You got into a fight over her again?" You asked in a trembling voice as his blue eyes snapped open and met yours. He continued to breathe raggedly, squinting painfully from his wounds, and you understood everything without words.

Your heart was torn apart, but it didn't matter now because the first thing you had to do was take care of Ajax. About your beloved, beautiful Ajax, for which you woke up every day and dreamed about every night.

You will think about yourself later — you have long ceased to put yourself in the first place. But what else can a person, who loves, do if not to put the loved one first?

"Come on, your wounds need to be treated." You speak in a choked voice and gently take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. Childe doesn't resist and follows you, sniffing softly with his nose, smearing bright scarlet blood on his face.

You sat him on the washing machine, then turned to the locker to get medicine chest from there. Ajax leaned his head against the wall, and the dull sound of a blow made your heart clench painfully. Why was you the only person in this house who cared about his state?

With gentle movements, gentle hands, you wash the blood from his hands, forgetting how to breathe when you see the scars of past fights on his fists. You dip a small cotton into the disinfecting liquid and press the cotton wool against his scratches, slowly treating all of his wounds in silence.

He's breathing nervously and carefully watching your every move, you know that he's in pain, but the only thing you can do is to ease his physical pain. Ajax won't let you in on his heartache. When your eyes find his bloodied lips, you swallow hard.

There is blood on the skin of his lips. You gently run the cotton over the cut, hoping you're not pressing too hard on the cut. You continue to tend to his wounds in silence before Ajax's hoarse voice breaks it.

"Tell me, Y/n, why does it hurt so much?" You gasp when you feel this pain, doom and sadness in his voice. Childe pauses in anticipation of your answer, which you hesitate to give him, because you're afraid that you will burst into tears right now.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and ask in a trembling voice, "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I'm almost done treating your wounds."

You brushed the bloodied cotton from his lips, turning to medicine chest to get a band-aid. A medicine chest contained only children's band-aid, which Ajax had brought from home as a gift from his siblings. You took first dinosaur band-aid you could find and carefully glued it to the ginger man's lip.

"Why does it hurt so much? Always be one of many for her when she's the only one for me." He exhales, and you clench your hand into a fist, leaving crescent-shaped patterns on your skin.

It was unbearable. See how he suffered from unrequited love. Feel his suffering with every cell of your body, simultaneously writhing in the agony of your own unrequited feelings. Every time you see him come back after meeting the girl he loved, it was unbearable for you. Because every time after Childe returned, he cried or was injured.

The last conversation about this ended with the biggest argument. For the first time, you two — childhood friends — quarreled so much. You begged, you were ready to fall on your knees and ask him not to torture yourself anymore, not to go to the girl who only used Ajax's love, smearing his feelings on the floor like real trash.

Loving a man who loved another girl and whose feelings were razed to the ground was a huge burden for you. Even if he never returns your feelings, the only thing you wanted was for him to never suffer because of her again.

"It’s even harder to love someone who is the only one for you, knowing that you will never be the only one for him." You answered, raising your tear-stained eyes to him.

Ajax's heart fell on the heels as he saw tears streaming down your beautiful face. It felt so wrong, Childe was sure you were never supposed to cry. And he was the reason for your tears now. This fact, like a wild animal, devoured him from the inside.

"Please…" You sobbed, wiping away your tears with trembling hands. You felt so small and sad at that moment. "Please stop torturing your soul. Seeing you unhappy is what hurts me the most."

You covered your face, wet from tears, continuing to tremble and sob when you felt warm hugs. It seemed that Ajax didn't care at all about cuts and wounds, because the only thing he had to do now was calm you down.

"What a big idiot I was." The ginger man chuckled as you looked at him. His blue eyes shone with tenderness and warm that you loved so much. Ajax's words caught your attention. "Constantly hoping that the girl who did nothing but use me will return my feelings when you were next to me. Someone who really cares about me."

Your heart fluttered with happiness when you heard those words.

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but if you'd given me this chance, we could…" Childe didn't have time to finish his thought when you pulled him closer to you, connecting yours and his lips in a kiss.

A sense of relief spread throughout your body as Ajax hugged you back and deepened the kiss, marking the moment when your and his suffering was finally over.

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elusivewildflower · 2 years

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Just Another Case | Holland March x Reader

Pairings: Holland March x F! Reader

Summary: You and Holland have been partners for the last year, solving case after ridiculous case together. Even though you’ve been mistaken as a couple countless times while working, the two of you are simply close friends. You might have feelings for him, but you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same. That is, until one particular case comes along on your laundry day, where you’re down to your last piece of clean clothing---a dress and no underwear.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, the case is about catching a husband cheating. Mostly turns out to be pretty sweet.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve written or posted anything, but I hope I’ll be able to get back on track soon! Work and life has been pretty busy lately. I know in the movie Holland mentions that a “no-fault” law ended a lot of his cases like this, but let’s just say one pops up every now and then. (Because let’s be honest, even if I could divorce with no fault, I’d still like to have proof my spouse is cheating). Thank you to @ninjathrowingstork & another friend for beta-ing this for me! Based on the scene idea I had last week and the request I had sitting in my inbox by @wndawtch.

You press your back against the wall in your kitchen, holding the phone to your ear as your fingers twirl the cord impatiently. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before you cursed under your breath. If he hadn’t answered by the third ring, you knew he wasn’t going to. It rang two more times before you were greeted with the familiar message of Holland’s answering machine.

“You have reached March & Co Investigations. This machine records messages. Wait for the tone and speak clearly.”

The answering machine beeps and you begin speaking.

“Holland, did you forget you’re supposed to be working today? We were scheduled to meet Mrs. Jenkins at noon and you never showed.” You paused, heaving a sigh. “I swear, if you’re fully dressed and asleep in the tub again—“

The other line picked up and Holland’s groggy voice reached your ears, cutting you off. “What’s so bad about sleeping in the tub?”

“Aside from the chance of drowning?” You asked rhetorically before continuing, “because you think that sitting in a tub full of water washes both you and what you’re wearing. Which is so not true, by the way.”

“Oh yeah, says who?” He retorted defiantly.

“I do—and probably a lot of other people if we asked.” You responded quickly, not even waiting for Holland to come up with a response before you began speaking once more. “Get yourself dried off and ready to go. I’ll pick you up in an hour so we can actually start working—I’ve got a lead.”

Holland gave a grumble of agreement and you slammed the receiver back onto the base to hang up. Sometimes you couldn’t understand why you had agreed to be Holland’s partner over a year ago. He had a serious drinking problem and always seemed to get himself into trouble. On the other hand, he was also extremely intelligent—one of the best private investigator’s you had ever seen on his good days—and he was quite attractive. Throw in his sob story about being a single father to a teenage daughter who lost his wife in a house fire and you were hooked.

Not that the two of you had ever crossed over the line of being business partners and friends aside from a few flirtatious remarks, but honestly you wouldn’t mind it. You had grown rather close to the young widower and his daughter, Holly, over the last year. Hell, when Holly started her period a few months ago, she called and told you first before mentioning it to her father. You spent more time at their rental home than at your own, and you honestly lost count of the times people had mistaken you for a couple when you were on a case.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall before heaving a sigh and pushing yourself from the wall you were leaning against to call Holland. There was enough time to start a load of laundry, but it wouldn’t finish drying before you had to leave. As you rounded up the hamper from your bedroom filled to the brim with dirty clothes, you cursed yourself for not waking up earlier in the morning—and also cursed your past self for not doing laundry sooner. You had donned your last piece of clean clothing this morning before meeting Mrs. Jenkins, which was a knee-length floral dress. Its color complimented your skin tone nicely, and the deeply cut neckline made your breasts look fantastic. It wasn't exactly what you'd wear on a normal day of work---unless the day consisted of trying to catch a man cheating on his wife. Which, technically you were, but today's lead included the address of his supposed mistress. You and Holland would simply need to do a bit of a stake out to see if you could catch Mrs. Jenkins' husband coming or going from the property, and the dress was definitely not needed.

Before you knew it, an hour had ticked by. You grabbed your purse, slid your heels back on, and locked the door behind you as you exited your house. You told Holland you’d pick him up in an hour, but you only lived a few streets away and he was never ready on time, so you didn’t care that you were late. Honestly, you weren’t the best with time management either, so you were thankful you had a partner that ran late. A few minutes later, and you were pulling into March's driveway, honking your horn to announce your arrival.

About ten minutes later, Holland finally emerges from his home, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. As he climbs into the passenger seat he glances over at you, doing a double take as he realizes what you’re wearing. “What bar or club are we going to?” He questions curiously.

You shake your head as you reverse out of his driveway. “We’re not going to a bar or club.”

Holland’s brows furrowed in confusion as he ashes his cigarette out the window. “But you’re wearing the dress.”

You should have known he’d recognize the dress. “I have the address to the alleged mistress, we don’t need to go to a bar. We’re gonna do a stake out.” You explained.

Holland still seemed confused, a frown forming on his face as he eyed you over. “What, do you have a hot date after this or something?”

He was clearly not letting this go, and did he seem a bit upset at the thought of you having a hot date? You had to be imagining that.

“No, no hot date. I just felt like wearing a dress,” You gave a shrug as you lied. After criticizing his method of laundry—the thought of sitting fully dressed in a tub still made you shudder—you didn’t feel like admitting that you didn’t have anything else clean.

Holland must’ve believed you, because he stopped badgering you with questions about it. He did, however, start asking about the case. You spent the rest of the drive filling him in on the details he missed when he overslept the meeting you had with your client.

As you pulled off to the side of the road to park, your heart dropped to your stomach. Your client neglected to mention that the mistress’s house had a seven-foot tall fence all of the way around and a gated driveway. You could feel Holland’s eyes boring into the side of your head. Ignoring him, you grabbed the binoculars from the back seats and simply exited the car. You walked up to the gate at the driveway, double checking that you had the right address. Your shoulders slumped when you realized that you were at the correct address. This was going to make capturing photos for proof of his cheating more difficult.

You heard the passenger side door slam shut as Holland joined you. “Well, this is great.” He deadpanned, placing his hands upon his hips as he surveyed the fence.

You sighed, nodding your head in agreement. “Yep.”

A moment of silence passed between you until Holland broke it with a click of his tongue. “Alright, come on. I’ve got an idea.” He ushered, moving to kneel down beside the fence.

Your brows furrowed as you watched him, unsure of what he was planning.

He noticed your look of confusion and sighed, beckoning you closer. “Come on, I’m gonna lift you up there.”

“What?” The question tumbled out of your lips before you realized it, your heart rate rising as fear coursed through you. Holland wasn’t exactly the strongest man in the world, and he tended to be clumsy. You trusted him with a lot of things, but being capable of not dropping you wasn’t one of them. Not to mention that you ran out of clean underwear this morning and were currently going commando under your dress. You swore to yourself that this was the last time you’d ever wait so long to wash clothes.

“Well, I don’t see you lifting me, and someone needs to be able to see over the fence.” He explained as if his idea made perfect sense. Which, in fairness, it did. Except for the two things you were currently worried about; Holland dropping you and seeing up your dress.

You remained still for a few more moments, your feet refusing to move from where you stood as you mulled over your options—or lack thereof.

Holland rolled his eyes at you as he grew impatient. “Oh, come on.” He beckoned you again, “before someone sees us!”

Taking a deep breath, you finally agreed. “Fine,” you began, “But do not look up my dress, Holland.” You warned him sternly, pointing a finger at him.

Holland looked insulted. “Why would I look up your dress?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your finger now wagging at him. “Because I know you.”

Holland raised his hands in surrender, dropping his insulted act. “Alright, alright, I won’t look up your dress.”

Appeased by his answer, you close the distance between you. Holland laces his fingers together, giving you a spot to place your foot. You hold onto his shoulder as you step into his hands, and he lifts you up as he moves to stand. He lifts you a bit too high too fast and you’re suddenly scrambling to grab hold of the fence so you don’t fall.

“Jesus! Not that high!” You scold him as you struggle to find your balance.

Holland mutters out an apology and lowers you slightly.

Leaning yourself against the fence, you raise your binoculars to your eyes. You scan the windows of the house, starting with the first floor. Disappointment flooded your veins as you were coming up empty-handed, that is until you panned to the last window on the second floor. A nude woman was pressed against the window getting railed from behind. You couldn’t tell by who, but you assumed it was your client’s husband. You let out a gasp. Jesus Christ. That must be nice. Just as you opened your mouth to tell Holland what you had found, you heard his voice below you.

“Holy fuck—You’re not wearing any underwear!”

Holland’s words caused you to release your grip on the fence in a panic, snapping your attention towards him. You find him still staring up your dress in shock, his jaw dropped open. You reach out to swat at him, shouting his name in an annoyed tone. “I told you not to look!”

Your words seemed to shake Holland out of his stupor, but your swat only backfired on you. Holland tried to dodge your hand out of instinct, which only served to make him lose his balance and send the both of you toppling to the ground. It happened so quickly you don’t even remember falling, but you definitely felt the pain of the impact. Every part of your body ached, but it didn’t feel like you had broken or sprained anything, so that was good. Your head may have been pounding from smacking the ground, but it was better than your skull being cracked open by the sidewalk. You had missed that by just a few inches, you realized as you rolled onto your side. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you lift me,” you groaned out, looking over at Holland.

Clearly, you had taken the brunt of the fall, as Holland was already sitting up and staring at you. “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?!” He asked incredulously, ignoring your previous comment.

“It’s laundry day and I didn’t have any clean!” You admitted.

Holland shook his head unbelievingly. “Jesus Christ, I need a cigarette…” He spoke as he reached into his jacket, pulling out his lighter and a cigarette just a moment later. After pulling the first drag, he regarded you once more. This time it seemed like he was checking you for any injuries, rather than staring at you like a deer in headlights. “I’m sorry for dropping you. Are you alright?” He asked sincerely, gesturing towards you with his hand.

You nodded and moved to sit up, another groan tumbled from your lips as your body ached in protest. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You assured him. You may wind up with several bruises and have a hard time getting out of bed tomorrow, but you’d survive.

A comfortable silence fell between you once more as Holland smoked and you let the pounding in your head subside. After a few moments, Holland snuffed out his cigarette in the grass. “That’s why you’re wearing the dress,” he announced, having put together that you lied to him earlier. “You didn’t want to wear that, you just didn’t have anything else to wear today.”

Your eyes snapped up from the grass to meet his as he broke the silence, but you didn’t bother giving him a response, your facial expression was enough. He was right and he knew it, you didn’t need to confirm it with words.

“I may bathe in my clothes, but at least I always have clean underwear.” He spoke in a chastising tone that had you rolling your eyes. “So, did you see anything?” He asked after a moment, gesturing towards the binoculars that were lying on the grass.

As you glanced at where he gestured, you remembered what you had witnessed right before Holland dropped you. “Yeah, I saw a naked woman being railed against her bedroom window.” You shrugged and continued speaking as Holland reached for the binoculars. “I couldn’t see by who, though, so we’ll just have to wait until he leaves.”

Springing up to his feet, Holland tried his best to see over the fence, hoping to catch a glimpse of the action. It was no use, though, as he wasn’t tall enough to see over it unless he backed all of the way up into the street—and then he’d likely be hit by a car. He sighed defeatedly and turned back to you. “When does Mrs. Jenkins say her husband comes home after this?”

You looked down at your watch, your eyes widening as you realized what time it was. 1:54 p.m. Mrs. Jenkins said her husband usually got home around 2:30 p.m. and you were about thirty minutes away from where she lived. As if on cue, you hear the sound of an engine starting up in the driveway. Your attention turns back to Holland, his blue eyes connecting with yours. “Right now.” You spoke hurriedly, rushing to get yourself up from the ground. Like the gentleman he is, Holland helped you to your feet and the two of you took off running towards your car.

“Why is our timing always so terrible?” Holland asked exasperatedly as you ran.

“I don’t know, but I blame you.” You replied, slamming the door shut behind you as you hopped into the car.

Holland’s door slammed shut right after yours. “You blame me? Why?”

You’re digging around in the backseat for your camera, not even looking at Holland as you respond. “Because you distract me,” you admit carelessly, not paying attention to the words that fall from your mouth until it’s too late. The car in the driveway is growing closer to the gate, and if it was your client’s husband that was leaving, you needed to capture a picture of it in order to be paid. As you return to your seat, fiddling with the camera to turn it on, you realize what you just said to Holland and your heart hammers in your chest.

Holland shakes his head in disbelief. “I distract you? No, no, it’s you who distracts me.”

Your brows furrow as you glance over at him . “How do I distract you?”

“Are you kidding me? Did you forget what happened not even fifteen minutes ago?” Holland gestures towards the spot the two of you were standing previously. “I just saw up your dress and you’re not wearing any fucking underwear! Do you know what that did to me?”

His question seemed rhetorical, or maybe you had just lost all function in your brain at the implication of his words.

“And don’t even get me started on that dress. You look so god damn sexy in that, and I hate that you only wear it to lure married men into flirting with you for a case.” Holland admitted, only pausing long enough to suck in a breath of air before he continued. “I get so fucking jealous watching those men think they have a chance with you, and you don’t even notice!” Holland stares at you as he finishes, waiting for a response as your brain tries to wrap around what he just confessed.

Your thoughts are running a mile a minute, trying to remember every time you’ve had to flirt with a married man for a case. Did you really not notice that Holland was jealous? Or did you just try to shrug it off because you didn’t believe he could ever feel that way for you? Your mouth suddenly feels dry at the realization, but eventually you speak. “I didn’t realize you felt that way about me….”

“Of course I do, how couldn’t I?” Holland spoke as if he couldn’t believe you didn’t notice sooner. “You’re gorgeous, extremely smart,” he then gestured towards himself, “you put up with my bullshit, and you’re so good to Holly.” A small smile spread across his face as he spoke of his daughter. “She loves you, you know?”

You returned his smile and nodded, leaning in closer to the center console. “Yeah, I know.”

Holland closed the short distance between you, his face mere inches from yours as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, hesitatingly whispering his confession. “And I love you, too.”

Gazing into his cool blue eyes, you couldn’t help the blinding smile that grew on your face. “I love you, too, Holland.” You admitted before capturing his lips. Holland’s hand rose to your neck, gripping the back of it as he locked you in a passionate kiss. His tongue prodded against your lips for entrance, but the sound of a gate opening made him pull away.

“Mrs. Jenkin’s husband, Mrs. Jenkin��s husband!” He cried out, pointing at the car that was pulling out of the driveway right in front of you.

“Oh, shit!” You exclaimed, pulling yourself away from Holland and quickly grabbing the camera from your lap. You raised it to your eye and managed to snap a few incriminating photos of the man who matched the description of your client’s husband driving away.

You placed the camera back into the floor of the back seat and turned towards Holland with a grin. “Well, let’s go get paid.”

Holland leaned over, gently grabbing your jaw and pulling your lips to meet his. “As soon as the check’s in the bank, I’m taking you on a date.” He promised, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek.

“I’m looking forward to it. I’ll even buy a new dress.” You spoke softly, nuzzling your nose against his before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

A smirk spread across Holland’s face. “Any chance you won’t be wearing any underwear then, too?”

You scoff and swat at his chest with a laugh. “Holland!” You shout his name in a scolding tone, turning back to face the steering wheel as you turn the keys in the ignition.

“Well, that’s not a no….” He trails off as you start the drive back to your client’s home, eliciting a giggle from you.

#holland march #holland march fic #the nice guys fic #holland march x reader #the nice guys #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling #myfics #requests #holland march fanfic

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 2 months

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hello i’ve got some thoughts and updates for this blog.

i’ve been on a bit of burnout for a while, including life outside of writing. naturally the termination has sped up that burnout. i’m exhausted and struggling to be graceful about it, but that’s to be expected. i’m not one to sit on my feelings even though i’ve lacked the energy to write. which really bites because that’s my number-one passion really.

however i’ve taken some time to relax by diverting my attention away from social media and niji streams. i’ve relearned an old hobby and splurged a little too much on a new one, and i kind of can’t believe how much i missed drawing on real paper with a real pen and pencil. and thank god the love and deepspace sponsorship wrapped up before the termination, because that game has me in not just a chokehold but like one of those umbilical cords from astral projection. the silver cord? that

i’ve been watching other vtubers lately as well. i’ve always considered adding holostars en to my list but hesitated because everything else on my blog was niji-related.

consider this confirmation that i will be adding holostars’ tempus hq, vanguard and armis, and first stage productions’ avallum to my list of characters i will write for. i admit i’m not as familiar with armis, but i’ll be paying closer attention in the near future as i branch out from strictly watching niji only.

(might also be adding idol corp’s e-sekai? maybe? i watch them once every few months and i haven’t seen pochi or yuko stream since they debuted 💀 no clue on their gen 2 either)

i’ll be overhauling my masterpost for organization soon. so apologies for the horrors about to come… to be clear i will not delete any of my writing so don’t worry!

i’m unsure how much niji i’ll write in the future. give me some time to think as the situation hopefully cools down. i appreciate your patience.

and who knows maybe i’ll write for non-vtuber fandoms too

i think it’s about time i clean my inbox out soon too. i‘ll answer what asks i can and delete the remaining ones. i’ve had a few requests sitting in my inbox for nearly a year now and i’ve recently realized how stressed i was over them and learned about some boundaries i didn’t know i had beforehand, among other things, so so it’s about time i face them head-on. i apologize if i never got to your request! please don’t take it personally if i don’t answer your request. but above all else thank you for being patient, understanding, and kind enough to send in a request. even though i tend to bite off more than i can chew i always get so happy whenever i see a notif in my inbox and i appreciate your time for a little unit 4402.

even though i’m not watching niji streams atm i’m hesitant to stop writing for them because, like, i keep thinking of this clip of doppio saying he feels like he’s allowed to buy healthy/organic food because of fan support and donations, and among other reasons... it’s very easy to make conclusions on people you only know through a screen and i just can’t bring myself to cut them out so abruptly, even if i’m a fan creator on a site none of them use.

idk when i’ll post next and it feels nice to say that. i usually try to post once every 2 weeks, but considering how i’m trying not to think about niji right now and am instead embracing other parts of my life, i dunno. it’s nice. this blog is a major source of joy for me and it feels like i’m preserving what makes it so special for me instead of turning it into a chore. hopefully with time and rest i’ll have a clearer idea of where to go from here.

that’s pretty much everything on my mind, i think? thank you for bearing with me and my yapping. i hope to return soon and that the next time you see me, my blog will be cleaner, more expansive, and with a fresh mindset. take care of yourselves and don’t get immersed in toxicity. don’t forget to do what you love 💛

#unit 4402 reporting #this post was drafted at 3:30 am so hopefully i covered everything

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blacksgarden · 5 days

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Just send a boob your way, I seriously have no idea what it is but you're just a boob, I found out that me and our Prongsy boi have birthdays on the same day, And it made me sooo happy, I aslo asked one ask to Lilly you know @thebestofoneshots, if she would like to write a wolfstar x bday reader on my bday, and I feel like I'm asking for to much, bc I know how much there is on her mind lately, with Remus as a priest, I love the idea and I'm dyeing(omg I feel like I did not spell that correct)over GC bc I love it soooooooo much it is hard to explain how much I love it. But this week has been pretty good, i've started listening to all the young dudes on Spotify because i don't want to read it and i love it so much i think i stared on saturday and i'm already at chapter 23 i love her reading it so much.

Now I must go I also wanted to say that you can always send asks my way if you help with something or need to talk your heart out I'm here and I'm online a lot. Bye,

I'm gonna take the boob thing very positively 😭😭😭 Like yes, calling someone a boob is insulting, but I've always wondered why? It's a human body part? What's so insulting about it? We gotta change it to a positive meaning here, people. Where my Gen Z's at when you need 'em sighs

But yes, I can very much understand why you called me a boob and what exactly you meant by it so thank you, darling! ALSO, I didn't know you shared a birthday with James! Happy super belated Birthday, luv! I'm so late to answer this ask too, therefore so late to wish you... 🥲 Very sorry about that.

And don't fret too much over annoying @thebestofoneshots with asks. She absolutely loves them, I've learnt that myself when I felt I was annoying her too. (I've sent her asks myself, but either I forget to send them or they just get lost in her inbox but it's all good 🤣). Plus, I'm right! 😃 She did write that one-shot for you, and I'm very happy for you that you got a one-shot as a gift!

Also, I know how you feel about ATYD. It's definitely a lot of chapters, plus with the MsKingBean89's oc story also weaving in between the main book definitely gets confusing. If you ever do plan on reading it, I'll tell you now, it's definitely worth it.

I've just been caught up reading this amazing series by Sarah J. Maas, called A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR). Absolutely brilliant. Best decision I've made to read that series. It's just so- urgh. It's infuriatingly good. Read it with such speed, could've been the Flash (not that fast, but you get what I mean). You can check it out if you want to, just felt like sharing 🤭

Thanks for the asks as always, darling. I'll be sure to drop you some as well 😉

#blacksgarden #gardener's tricks

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unrequitedloveletter · 10 months

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Hi!! Wylan x reader who’s an inventor of sorts & just made a camera for the sole purpose of taking a picture of him <3 👾

Wylan x male! inventor! reader headcanons

hi!! Thank you for sending in the requests that you have and I'm sorry that they've taken so long to come out! I will say that tumblr has been very glitchy on my end lately and I've been losing requests and not seeing them for a bit--or ever again, some of them have been missing from my inbox for a couple weeks now--so if there's anything of yours I've missed that you can recall that you really wanted me to write please don't hesitate to just plop the idea into my inbox! If I end up deciding to write it I'll put it into my drafts to ensure I don't lose it but if I decide not to, I'll let you know!

I went ahead and did this as headcanons, which I hope is all right!

Fic type- this is just fluff straight out the gate

Warnings- this was written and then posted almost immediately after it was done, so there's not much to speak of as far as editing is concerned

Okay, so!

Photos as a concept were something that was being discussed just generally around Ketterdam a lot

Mainly in circles of the stadwatch because if they could get photos they could have evidence through more than some very shoddy paintings, sketches, or word of mouth

and with a lot of effort, a level of planning by which even Kaz would be impressed, and a bit of practice in being startlingly quiet footed, you wormed your way into the rooms where those discussions were taking place because you had an idea of your own.

You took the words spoken by government officials and inventors under the Kerch Merchant Councils employ and went home. You drew up a plan that was completely different to the sketches you'd seen while you observed from a point high in the ceiling, the back of your head pressed against a wall as you willed yourself not to breathe too loud and to avoid being noticed

You developed the first camera that Ketterdam had ever seen across the weeks to follow, something different to the sketches you'd seen from afar while you listened to the government drone on about how much of a benefit to society cameras would be while they were in the hands of the stadwatch

The ideas that the government were circulating all involved relatively clunky cameras, ones with tripods that came out the bottom and were exceptional only in stationary situations.

You developed a camera that you could take anywhere. It was lightweight, could fit between ones hands, and had the option of attaching a strap so that it could be carried while slung over ones neck.

The entire motivation behind the project made you feel a bit silly, but Inej found it to be rather romantic and Jesper thought you cheesy, as they were the only two you had told until the first prototype of the camera was complete.

They were your best friends, and they'd both happened to walk in on you planning out the invention at different points, ask what it was out of curiosity and receive your honest answer.

The entire reason you'd liked the idea of cameras was not for the gang related purposes most would've assumed had they known of it. You were not developing a portable camera to help Kaz and Inej gather intel for their schemes and their battles that would eventually have lead to a gang war.

You liked the idea of cameras because it meant you could take photos of Wylan, your boyfriend.

You could capture the moments where he looked so at peace while the two of you watched the sunset in the garden, the look of focus as he worked on an explosive, the sight of his head tilted back as he laughed.

You could capture all of the unforgettable moments that you were scared of forgetting anyway, seconds in time wherein you felt infinitely happy and needed something to remember that.

So, it was the first night you'd let yourself exist with the final product that Wylan finally discovered it.

He discovered it while he and Inej were laughing, glasses of wine in their hands when suddenly--

click!

Wylan glanced in your direction, where the sound had come from, found you yielding the camera with a grin on your face.

He would ask you how you got it and nod when Kaz observed that the government had unveiled prototypes that looked completely different at a discussion only open to those living in the merchants district.

You would shrug and tell him you invented things, and that you needed an excuse to get five steps ahead of government inventions anyway.

You were smarter than the lot of the government idiots combined and they wouldn't start shrinking camera sizes for a bit by your predictions, so you had time before a government official got wind of it all and approached you, offering to give you money in exchange for the patent and you said no.

You told Wylan the opposite of the truth in that moment, not wanting to get called a hopeless romantic or face any of Ninas teasing for the romantics right then and there.

You told him and the rest of them it was for intel gathering purposes and that it was the first prototype--Kaz would get the second, maybe the third, and he would get it for a price because you weren't going to sell one of them off for cheap.

Wylan knew you were lying but didn't push it.

Later that night, you told him the real reason you'd bothered to invent a camera that was so far ahead of the one that the Merchant Council was unveiling in fits and starts.

You'd done it because you didn't want to forget even the most unforgettable moments, and upon learning that, Wylan nearly melted.

He kissed you, and he told you he loved you, and he called you an absolute sap before he grabbed the camera and looked at the photo you'd taken.

He loved it. He'd never quite anticipated loving anything of that sort, but he looked genuinely happy in that split second, and knowing that you were the person behind the camera made him love the photo that much more.

In short, he loved you and he loved that you created a camera just to take photos of him and to not worry about forgetting the unforgettable moments you both lived through.

#wylan van eck #wylan van eck x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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Idk if this is appropriate or not (feel free if this is something you don't want to answer) but as a casual kpop stan who really only stans seventeen and listens to other kpop artists on a somewhat frequent basis I just feel as though seventeen is reaching their peak in a way that's far from satisfying. Like idk if this makes sense but to me it seems as tho the members are struggling to keep out of "scandals" with mingyu's incident last year, minghao/seoksoon being labeled as fat phobic earlier this year over out of context clips and now with Joshua (he's not even close to being my favorite member but these rumors and pregnancy stories are honestly making me so upset rn) ...as a fan who feels a genuine attachment to these people it's hard for me to be happy because while Ik the boys deserve every good thing coming their way fame comes with a price and that price is what I'm worried about. Like I get that Pledis isn't SM and seventeen definitely see themselves as family unlike NCT who view themselves more as colleagues I'm so scared that Joshua will eventually leave like Lucas or heaven forbid anything more drastic happens. It's just that I always see these "we could never save them" posts but then the same people who post them also comment the worst things forgetting that idols are humans too. I'm super sorry for the long ask but I just read that jeonghan got hurt and that made me think of the rest of the members and everything else they've been going thru. I'm not even the type of person to get attached to people I barely know but with Seventeen it's like I'm really and honestly praying for their success because they seem that THAT genuine group of people who are just trying their best. Sorry for the rambling

i get what ur saying. dont worry abt sending a long ask! ur welcome to rant abt svt in my inbox whenever! honestly i havent stanned for too long so idk how things were before this past year but i do worry for them lately :/ theyre getting injured too often and they get no rest. i dont like how pledis/hybe are managing them at all. theyve been constantly touring japan very repeatedly for seemingly no good reason at all which has obviously tired them out (theyve been dropping like flies, LITERALLY). pledis had the opportunity to promote them in ways that didnt involve constant performances but have just chosen not to for some reason. i really hope they get to rest soon (unlikely tho since theyre likely gonna have a world tour next year).

about the joshua thing. i feel sosososo bad for him. idk and idc if hes really dating that girl honestly. i do feel like it was kinda dumb of her to consistently post herself in the same places/clothes as him if they really wanted to keep it a secret BUT neither of them deserved the hate/scrutiny they got for it. not even with the pregnancy thingy on her stories. i don't think joshua and lucas' situations are comparable whatsoever since joshua has not done anything wrong unlike lucas. im hoping pledis somehow protects him better but thats unlikely. i dont think any member of svt will ever leave bc as u said, theyre family. cant rlly compare to nct tho lol bc i only stan svt so idk any other groups' dynamics like that. i do get what ur saying tho i have friends who stan nct and svt and theyve said to me that they do see a drastic difference in dynamics between the two groups but thats neither here nor there.

lastly, i have the best hopes for svt. they keep saying theyll only go up from here and i believe that. idk how that will play out with military service in consideration or with what seems to be chronic incidents that keep happening to them (gyu, cheol, and han in the past few months) but i trust and hope they'll be okay. they have a very established fanbase and a rlly good support group with one another so i only see good things for them in the future. hope they get at least a month off soon though.

#hope i didnt sound like im coming at u anon i agree with most of the things u said 😭#and i totally underatand ur worries theyre very valid! things have been very hectic in caratland for a while now #hope theyll all be ok #and also hoping han has a speedy recovery poor guy shouldntve been performing on a bad ankle this whole time :(

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thatlittleegyptologist · 1 year

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It feels weird that random anons seem to require performative reassurance and can't just take a straight "no" as is :/ sorry you're dealing with this

There’s actually been a pattern over the past few weeks (I want to say around mid November) where people have been repeatedly crossing boundaries, developing the idea that I’m somehow their friend, or just straight up treating me as ‘content’ rather than a person. I haven’t spoken about it, since, like many blogs with a large-ish following, you often get people who do this. However, lately it’s been a lot. Here are some examples:

Demands for why I haven’t posted Egyptology content because “that’s what I follow you for. Why advertise you’re an Egyptology blog if you don’t post it” as an anon message

DMs making jokes about my content from someone who’s followed me less than a week trying to get into my inner circle of actual friends

An anon message which, unprompted, unloaded a Lot of trauma (which I felt deeply uncomfortable receiving) because one of my tags had reminded them of something tangentially related in their past

Anons asking for personal information about me (hell no)

DMs asking for the same because I’m “a bit secretive” (girl I’m an adult who grew up in the ‘do not tell anyone your real name’ internet and I still abide by that)

Saying that I’ve had people message me with information that they’ve been able to find out about me. Severely limited though that is, it’s creepy.

People wanting research that would take up so much time I could do it for a job, but wouldn’t contemplate that because I don’t get paid for this I don’t want to do it

Strangers talking to me like they’re my friends in my DMs…several times a day…for weeks. I don’t respond because I don’t want to talk to them and I don’t block them because I don’t believe they’re a bad person. But you know who you are so this is a public call to stop it

There’s definitely some parasocial stuff going on because people forget they don’t know me, and there’s definitely some “you are just content to me and you’re behaving not like the content I want” going on. It’s a bit exhausting.

I’m a person who speaks very straight. I say what I mean 95% of the time. I don’t dress it up if it’s not necessary and that has on multiple occasions on this site got me an anon either like the one you saw or one that reads “why are you such a miserable bitch?” And it’s news to me, who’d been quite happily answering questions, only to refresh the inbox and get that. Sometimes I’ve answered the question so frequently in the past that I literally have a boilerplate response for when someone asks it again, and then sometimes the only answer to a question is “no” and I’m not being mean about it. I intend no ill will. The answer is no and there’s nothing more to say on it. I can say “no” and move onto the next question. Like the question about Cleopatra’s tomb? I’ve answered that about 4 times publicly, and 7(? memory fails me) times in private. I’ve said all I’ve got to say before and it boils down to “no. No one says we have either” because….well they haven’t. I don’t know what else to say y’know?

I don’t do performative happiness. Never have. What you get is however much energy or time I have to devote to something and very little else.

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Hi! With the new drops do we now know why JM was extra shy during his birthday? 🤔

Thanks for your hard work doing all the compilations/timeline updates! Always stay safe! 💜

OH BOY. Okay, soooo I like almost don't want to Answer this because "shippy" theories have me EXHAUSTED lately, ive been sticking myself firmly in a just vibing with the facts headspace for the past month or so. But ever since memories dropped I've had people referencing back to this ask, that I got a WHILE ago now. Where I said, ask me again after memories 2021 and I have more content to base my thoughts around over why Jimin was in his "blushing era" around JK during Fall/start of winter of 2021. And well, yall certainly didn't forget about that 😂😂 And I apologize to you, anon, in particular for making you wait for MONTHS with this ask just chilling at the bottom of my inbox lol

As I mentioned in the ask, we saw blushing Jimin start at around the beginning of September and we didn't see it much again after the last time which was during the PTD Concerts when JK got super up in Jimin's face

But after we got more content, in the form of bangtan bombs, concert dvds and memories, the amount of times Jimin was blushing (including the 2 I've shown here and the others mentioned in the previous ask linked above), there were not anymore instances. So the "theories" i mentioned having about a possible dynamic shift, I'm not so sure if it was a shift, or just them enjoying the moment and/or just enjoying each other. Plans were starting to get set into motion, everyone was discussing exactly when they would start enlisting, what concerts they would get to have and get to do before that happened. Something else to note was that during this time frame, Jimin and JK had also started to plan out and start doing fittings for their photofolios for this time. We know because in one of the preview sketches for Jimins, he was in the same outfit as a ot7 vlive they did and for JK all his piercings match up to that time frame too. He didn't have as many before and he has since had multiple taken out/closed up. And those were some sexy concepts they both participated in. With some interesting dynamics and expressionism portrayed too

And well who knows how this stuff carried over into home settings, into conversations they were having. If either of them looked over ideas/sketches together or any selcas taken and sent to each other. All that is just guess work but who knows. My partner doing sexy photoshoot concepts would be something I find enjoyable and could attribute to possibly blushing or just general enjoyment of each other (not necessarily in an 18+ only either)

So, we have incredibly sexy photoshoots they are coming home from planning and shooting and sharing with each other. We have blushing happening on JKs birthday, where we know they saw each other, spent some time together and worked on the 3J butter routine, where Jimin blushed a bit watching JK push his hair back repeatedly. Which um, where do we see JK repeatedly pushing his hair back and trying to thirst trap us again? Oh yeah, Jimins birthday video THIS year lol

We also saw a bit of an uptick in the matching accessories between them during that time period too. But as I also mentioned in the first post, it's not like JK never made Jimin blush before. He has done so OFTEN over the years actually. JK just has this affect on Jimin where he just melts like butter when he looks at him. Lol its adorable. And it also goes both ways. Soooo I guess what it's coming down to here is.... I have NO IDEA. And I'm okay with that. I don't think he was shy and blushy over things like hickeygate. I don't think he was blushing over people thinking they were boyfriends. I don't think they went off and got married and was blushy through their "honeymoon period." I don't think there was necessarily any shift in their dynamics here either.

I think they were just.... happy together and a little extra in love. Maybe because they were reaffirming their commitment to each other over those few months as all their futures were up in the air and MS was around the corner and they knew things were going to be changing. Maybe they were making sure to see each other in New light and reconnect together and make promises together through all these events where they didn't know if it would be their last ones for a while yet or not. These were conversations being had between the members for years finally coming to a head and... maybe they just made sure to give each other extra appreciation and love through it all. Which affected Jimin in this way of blushing and shy happiness. Or when JK was being extra attentive, like on his birthday when he was super sweet to Jimin all through practice and then through his VLive too. They really were just very soft those few months. It's really nice to see too.

Sorry that's not much of an answer honestly, but it's all I've got for yall at this moment. And I personally, am okay with that. I'm okay with not knowing what was going on during those months or what Jimin was thinking about during those times. I think they are cute and precious moments that highlight something a little special about their bond. But everything else above? That's just pure speculation. I'm good with just leaving it at, their bond is pure and special and sweet. And these moments give us a peak into that dynamic between them just a little bit. And I'm grateful for it.💜

^ from practice on Jimins birthday 🥰

Hope that helped explain my thoughts at least a little? It was probably really rambling, but I hope it made sense. Lol thank you for the ask and always holding me accountable to follow through on what I say I'll do! 🤣 Hope you guys all have a lovely day!

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i’m so curious about what your ask box usually looks like, i always associate you with being someone who is very in touch with their community, do you get a lot of asks usually? how do you decide which to answer?

ooo okay so it’s very here and there with my ask box. sometimes i’ll get a bunch of asks in a day and some days i’ll get none. right now though there’s about 300+ unanswered asks in my inbox LOL.

honestly there’s three different reasons why i won’t answer an ask.

number one is sometimes i see one and i mean to answer it but then just forget unless i do it right at that moment. and then too much time goes by and i feel like “oh well if i answer it now it’s a bit late isn’t it” so that’s why a most of them are still sitting in there.

reason number two is sometimes they’re just straight up mean or rude and that’s not something i want to dignify with a response unless i’m feeling particularly argumentative that day, which is rare.

and the last reason is because sometimes i’ll get asked about certain people and while sometimes i want to say fuck it and just spill everything, i do have the self control and awareness to know that it’s not positive to feed into that kinda thing. and it’s not necessarily all bad things either like sometimes i want to say really nice things about some people because they’re not all bad, truly. it’s just i think that some things are best left unsaid and kept private. even the people that i have negative opinions of, for the most part it’s just personal beef LOL. like i said all i needed to say about the people that it had to be said of yk?

sorry i went on a bit of a tangent there but anyway yeah those are usually the reasons why i won’t answer an ask. i love reading what you guys send me regardless. and ik that a lot of people are a little shy which is why i don’t mind having anon asks on as well. anyway yeah i loved this ask ty anon <3

Edit: also sometimes i want to answer some asks so bad but y’all love to namedrop people i can’t talk about in the ask n i have to contain myself LOL. i’m just a yapper and a shit-talker but bc i have a somewhat public presence i have to refrain.

#andianswers

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congrats on 800 followers 🥳 how about “Wait, you think I’m cute” with keqing ?

“Wait, you think I’m cute?”

Characters: Keqing x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: Like always you and Keqing argue about your convictions, only for you to call her cute in the heat of the moment

This request is part of my 800 Follower event, if you want to request something yourself before it's too late, check out the event announcement on my blog.

a/n: Keqing is definitely one of the characters of all time /j. I don’t think too often about her, but whenever I write/read about her I’m immediately start simping for her, but just a little bit. So… thanks, I guess.

Also, totally unrelated of course, if anyone has tipps how to build keqing, feel free to send them to my inbox /hj

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Keqing

Keqing and you had a lot of things in common. Both of you had a strong work-ethic — and while you weren’t a workaholic by any definition of the work, you never failed to reliably finish whatever task was assigned to you — both of you wanted to better Liyue and neither of you were afraid to say and defend their opinion.

But while having similarities was a good thing most of the time, your different views on how to make Liyue a better place, combined with your reluctance to budge on them proofed to be a perfect recipe for heated arguments.

When you had walked into the Yuheng’s office, with paperwork relating to important topics in your hand, you couldn’t help but notice her secretary strategically positioning themselves right next to the door, almost as if to dip the moment you and her boss would start to argue. As far as you knew people directly working underneath Keqing wouldn’t stay for long, resigning or requesting to be transferred after a few weeks at best, so seeing how this one had already grown so accustomed to your interactions with her boss that she devised a plan to vanish once things got heated brought a small smile on your face.

“Is it something important or can I finish talking with my secretary first?”, she asked, only make up her mind the moment she laid eyes on the documents in your hand, asking the person already stationed next to the door to leave the two of you alone for a few minutes.

What was supposed to be a civil discussion regarding a small choice for which decorations to use for the next festival, quickly turned yet again into an unnecessarily long and heated argument. And while it at first had at least something to do with the decorations and the festival, by the end of it neither of you remembered what even started it.

“Without Rex Lapis, there wouldn’t be a Liyue to govern in the first place”, you angrily responded to Keqing’s remark, your blood boiling to a level that you probably wouldn’t be able to calm down for the next couple of days, only for the Yuheng to immediately counter in a similarly upset manner.

“Rex Lapis is no longer with us, or did you forget what the whole ‘Rite of Parting’ thing was even about?”

“Why in Rex Lapis’ name does someone as cute as you have to be as stubborn as a mule? It’s almost making it go to waste”, you asked yourself aloud, your much quieter voice still betraying your frustration.

Keqing herself was just about to chastise you for comparing her with a mule when she suddenly went silent, having realised what exactly you said, causing her to stare at you surprised. “Wait, you think I’m cute?”, over the years people had called her many things: uptight, intimidating and too taxing on her secretaries, but being called “cute” was a new thing.

It took you a few seconds do realise what she was talking about, but once you did you answered without hesitation. “What, did you think I was blind or something? Just because we argue doesn’t mean that I’m-”, you were in the process of doubling down, only to shut up the moment you noticed the blush on her face, causing the room to fill with awkward silence as the two of you finally sat down again, not even being able to remember when you the heat of the argument caused you to stand up.

Why are you blushing? You asked yourself, catching you almost asking it her out loud, instead going through all the possible reasons in your head. Did she- Did she think I was trying to hit on her? You suddenly began to panic, only to calm yourself down shortly afterwards. That was impossible, this was Keqing you were talking about. If she had interpreted your comment as you trying to hit on her in the middle of one of your heated arguments, she’d probably be beating your face in right now, or at least would have thrown you out of her office. But if that was the case, why was she blushing?

“Ahem, how about… a compromise?”, you eventually broke the awkward silence, deciding that you didn’t want to overthink the situation even more. “There can be traditional and modern decoration, that should make everyone happy”, you suggested, your voice getting more and more silent with every word that came out of your mouth. You would have been able to gauge her feelings about your proposals, if you were actually looking at her instead of trying to hide your own, increasingly warmer-feeling, face by staring anywhere but at her.

“That… should do. I’ll fill out the necessary paperwork. W-We can discuss it further tomorrow or some other time”, she responded, trying to sound as much as possible like her usual self, only for her occasional stutters to butcher her delivery. “Have a nice day”, she added while you were on your way to the door, causing you to stop for a moment and return the favour before closing the door.

“H-have a nice day.”

#JustASimp'sSimpingEvent #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #keqing x you #keqing x y/n #keqing imagines #keqing x reader

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