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xoxo-greed · 6 months

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idk this might be kinda too specific but like imagine the twst mc isn’t a prefect but a magic user aswell and they’re just some normal student in nrc but they keep using magic excessively and their magic pen is like so so dark and their housewarden s/o is like ‘you should stop’ and yhe mc is like ‘no’ so then the housewarden like fucks them for the whole day so they can stop using magic for the time being

—> minors dni. hardcore smut ig ? all chars aged up, all of them being absolutely meanies.

an - lets give this guy an applause 🗣️‼️ I was running out of ideas and you saved me 🫶 I don’t have a bunch of time, so instead I’ll do Leona only since he seems like the right call. Its pretty long, sorry I couldn’t do more </3 ily tho ! buybyeee and enjoy !

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Pent up frustration that didn’t let him sleep, the fact that you look so tired and miserable because of your magic pisses him off. To him, he’s the one thats supposed to take care of you, for some reason he cares about you more than any other. Then he has an idea.

After a long day, Ruggie walks up to you, poking your shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hey, Y/N! Leona wants you to go to the botanical garden with him.” He tells you, you raise an eyebrow “What for? He always tells me to leave when I go with him.” Ruggie shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think its something serious.” Upon those words, you decided to take care of it.

You leave to the botanical garden, where you find the hidden space Leona always resides in. In which, when you enter, he instantly jumps on you, pressing you onto the ground. “What the hell do you think your doing?” He says harshly. You’re stunned ‘Why is he acting like this?’ You never see him like this. You frown “If this is about the magic thing, forget about it.” You say, turning around, about to crawl away, when you feel him put his hand on your head, instantly pressing your head down onto the grass. “Le-Leona, what are you doing?!” You yell, startled as he covers your mouth. He looks down at you with an angry expression.

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you, thats what.”

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Your clothes on the floor, his hands spreading your legs open. Everything was so.. exciting.. He had ripped of your clothes and his clothes alongside that. The pool of warmth that was in the pit of your stomach had now traveled down to your legs, Leona’s precum covering your wet lips, tongue lapping over them.

Everything felt so warm, your juices soon covering his mouth, and then helping his rock hard cock slip into you, all your thoughts getting fucked out when his first thrust registers into your body, legs bent onto his shoulders and claws holding your thighs open.

“fuck— how are you- god damn it your so tight” he groans out, long hair stuck onto his sweaty face. He missed this, YOU missed this, the feeling of his hips rutting into yours, the way you’d feel full with his cock, as if you’d just eaten a full course of food. It was too fucking good, too good. Its like the both of you became two wild animals in heat, you couldn’t say much about him though, he was technically one with the way he was acting.

“Leo- Leona- Ngh.. stop it.. I have to.. give me my pen b-“ Your cut of by your own moan, the feeling of your pens cold magical stone pressing onto your clit, bundle of nerves causing your back to arch and a dam to open inside of you as Leona releases his own batch.

Your legs felt like as if they’d been liquified.. a little.. too.. liquified?

“leona..”

“Yeah?”

“You put a spell on me didn’t you?”

“Sure did, bunny.” He responds, kissing your forehead and covering your naked body with his blanket, leaving you to rest inside his room.

All the black ink was gone by the time he came back.

#twisted wonderland #leona x reader #leona x y/n #leona kingscholar #smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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how would sam react to their s/o being mad at her, and her not knowing what she did. just curious lol

Whyyyy?

Sam carpenter x reader

This is pretty short but still kinda cute ig

Sam was confused, well actually that was an understatement. You hadn’t talked to her since yesterday evening, you went to your apartment with a small bye and since then you hadn’t answered her calls or texts. You disappeared as soon as she entered, breaking your conversation with Quinn and Tara. She only knew that you were fine because you didn’t answer Tara’s messages. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you were mad, she just didn’t know why. You were fine one moment and the next one you just left, it was confusing.

The whole day while Sam was at work she checked her phone and spammed yours with even more texts, hoping that you’d respond to at least one of them. But you didn’t. So she did the only thing she could think of, drive by your apartment. She used the key you gave her a couple of weeks ago to let herself in, it was already late.

But before she drove to your apartment she decided to stop at a small store where she got you some flowers, chocolate, a stuffed animal and a heating pad. There where two options:

1. She fucked up and that’s why you were mad

2. You were on your period

She decided to get you your favorite things either way, if you had your period you’d be happy about the gift and talk to her again and if she did something wrong she could use those things to bribe you into telling her what she did wrong so she could fix it. She didn’t want to apologize through material things without knowing what she did wrong.

The moment you heard your door open you freaked and grabbed the bat that sat next to you bed, Sam made you keep it there. You carefully walked out with the bat to see Sam, “oh you” you mumbled and sank the bat. “Yeah me, I brought you some stuff” she held the flowers tight in her hand. “Keep ‘em or put em on the counter” you mumbled walking back to the bedroom, causing Sam to groan. “Can you please talk to me? Let me know what I did wrong so I can fix it” she called out as she followed you into your bedroom. There she got here answer, there was chocolate wrappers everywhere, your bed was a mess and a pack of period articles next to your bed. Plus, you were laying in bed holding your stomach.

“Oh honey, is it your time?” She mumbled as she laid behind you in bed, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. You only grumbled in response, “does is hurt bad?” She asked again only receiving a grumble. She went and got you some pain medicine, water, chocolate and the stuffed animal she got you. “Now wanna tell me what I did wrong?” Her voice made you melt, just like the way her arms wrapped around your middle to pull you closer. “You didn’t text me” you answered in a shushed voice, after a small what it suddenly clicked. She was supposed to text or call you when she had her break at work but she didn’t. “Oh baby, I’m sorry” she started as she pulled you even closer placing a kiss on your neck. “Maggi…” as soon as you heard that name you grumbled again which made her laugh a bit, “she didn’t come to work and she didn’t tell anybody so I couldn’t take a break. Im sorry I didn’t call”

It took a second before you turned around and hugged her waist, hurrying your face in her neck which confused her. “Im sorry” you mumbled this time, confusing her for a moment, “Im just very moody and I overreacted” you continued making her coo. “It’s alright. If it hurt your feelings, it hurt your feelings and I’m sorry I caused it. Now what are we thinking about ice cream?” You immediately sat up with a grin causing her to laugh too. “Alright, I’ll be back real quick” she was about to stand up when you threw yourself at her which made her fall back on the bed again. You pressed a couple of kisses against her lips making her smile.

About 15 min late she came back with ice cream and a heating pad. “Gosh I love you” you mumbled as you devoured the ice cream. When you were done eating Sam quickly pulled you on top of her, kissing your head. “Next time, just tell me when you’re moody alright? I could have brought ice cream directly” she joked before kissing you one last time.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera #melissa barrera x reader

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albertdabuttler · 8 months

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Another Nightmare? | M.O.

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fandom: Marvel

pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Latina!F!Reader

WARNINGS: Just imagine yourself as a puerto rican ig because we come in all colors ;) kissing, smut :3 boobie touching LOL, biting, blood consumption cuz im insane :D, oral (f), fingering, size kink (?) p in v, breeding kink ig, his talons clawing into you xx, cockwarming… miguel isn’t an unrealistically animalistic airhead in this (ahem like most fics i read ahem) BUT he’s still rough in a gentle way and in control obvi ;^ i think that’s it 🤨 oh and i proofread this like once lmao READER IS A SPIDER-PERSON BTW

summary: Miguel had a dream about you.

WC: 3.1k

gif not mine, enjoy losers!

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You woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening, watching as Miguel walked through it. Turning over and checking the time, you realized it was almost two in the morning and you wondered what had woken Miguel up this late.

As you walked down the hall to the kitchen, you saw Miguel standing before the fridge, inspecting it’s contents.

“Migs, you alright?” You questioned, moving closer to him. He instinctively twitched and you knew something had to be wrong if he didn’t want you near him.

“I’m fine.” He spoke quietly, keeping his gaze somewhere in the fridge before he took the bottle of passion fruit juice you had sitting in there.

“Qué pasó?” You frowned. “Did…Did you have another nightmare…?”

“No…” He sighed. “Just can’t sleep.” He opened the bottle and took a gulp straight from it before bringing it back down and putting it away.

“I see…” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously, turning back around to go back to bed. “I’ll… See you tomorrow.” Walking back to your room, you thought this might be a night where he’d sleep on the couch again, depriving you of his warm touch. You hated those nights and although you’d never gotten intimate with Miguel, you couldn’t help but feel hollow. His presence and weight on the mattress was the only thing helping you drift off.

“Hey…” He called out to you softly as you pushed the door of your room open.

“Hm?” You looked back at him, unable to hide your frown.

“It’s not about you…” He adverted his eyes to the side before bringing a hand up to cover his face. “Well…” He couldn’t help but chuckle from embarrassment. “It is about you…”

Miguel peeked at you through his fingers, “I’m just…” He sighed heavily.

Turning your body to face him, you scanned him for no reason in particular. Your eyes landed on his again with a look of concern before you did a double take and glanced at his crotch, noticing a subtle bulge. You couldn’t help the blood rush making it’s way to your face.

He noticed this and dragged both hands down his face before running them through his hair with a sigh.

“I had a dream about you. About us…” he looked elsewhere again.

Swallowing hard, you felt jittery all of a sudden. “What happened…?” You couldn’t help but bite back a smile.

“We…” He scoffed at himself. “I…” he hid a smile too. “We bred.” That was the best and simplest way to describe it.

You looked at him confused for a moment before processing what he said.

“We got married… We had kids… Then we wanted more.” He looked up at you, his lopsided smile more prominent.

It wasn’t that you guys weren’t ready to do any of that, trust him. He was just as ready as you were. But he didn’t have time. Neither of you did. You were back in your dimension being the Spider-Girl you were supposed to be, and he was everywhere else, keeping the multiverse from falling apart. You both thought of the risks of being together, until you realized it was nearly harmless. As long as what you did with him as your boyfriend didn’t get in the way of canon events, it would be alright. Because for fuck’s sake, he had thousands of other spider-people in his universe for crying out loud.

Miguel walked over to you. “You were amazing. So beautiful...” He smiled tiredly, reaching to place a hand on your cheek as he kissed the other.

“So sweet…” Moving his hand down to the side of your neck, he placed another kiss on that side of your face before bringing his lips just below your ear. He planted a lingering kiss there before he whispered in a husky voice.

“So flexible.” He moved his face away, smiling and keeping his gaze on your lips. “I need you.” He whispered. “I’ve needed you for so long…” He chuckled again. “Can’t even sleep because of it.”

You licked your lips, keeping your eyes on his. “Me too…”

His gaze moved to your eyes, pleading silently. “Can we…?” You knew what he was referring to. Not a second went by before you nodded, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom.

“Ay,” he chuckled at your excitement, allowing himself be dragged by you. Letting yourself fall backwards onto the mattress, you pulled him down with you, catching his lips in a kiss. He sighed into it, resting his elbow beside your head as his other hand moved down to squeeze your waist.

“Miguel…” You kept your eyes on his lips, dragging a hand down his chest as you pulled at the hem.

“Qué necesitas, mi amor, hmm? Tell me.” He breathed, allowing you to pull his shirt off over his head.

Releasing a low moan at the sight of his bare chest, he giggled at the sound, diving in to kiss your neck and dragging his hand up and down your thigh.

“Tell me.” He spoke again.

“You. I need you…” You spoke just above a whisper, digging your nails into his shoulder at the lack of satisfaction.

He chuckled. “Be more specific.” He slipped his tongue out and dragged it across your jugular, threatening to bite but holding back so not to hurt you.

“Fuck… Just—make me feel good…” You paused, thinking about what he told you of his dream. Leaning your head a bit, you whispered into his ear. “Breed me.”

Miguel chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he blushed. “…Don’t tease…” He questioned if you were poking fun at him or not. He pulled back to look at you once more. His eyes scanned your features and he knew you were serious. Your face told him everything.

He glanced at your lips again before moving down and kissing you desperately, a low groan coming from him. It was now that you began to feel his hard-on against your thigh. He began grinding slowly as his mouth pried yours open, slipping his tongue past your lips. You let out a quiet moan and moved a hand to the back of his head, guiding his mouth against yours. His tongue overpowered yours with no effort, pulling away just barely enough to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth. He let go as it smacked back into place, making his breath shake.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he lowered himself again, kissing your throat and dragging his tongue down to your collar bone.

“Take this off.” He spoke softly but you knew he wasn’t asking. You quickly pulled up your shirt, slipping it over and off your head as he stared down at you, admiring your bare body for the first time.

A long enough moment passed and you began feeling insecure, moving your arms across your chest and looking to the side.

“Say something…” you requested, feeling embarrassed. You thought he might not like it, maybe he didn’t like the shape of your torso? Maybe he didn’t think it fit your face…?

He blinked. “Mi amor…” He placed a hand on your arms. Miguel took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it subconsciously. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You chuckled with a muddled expression. “I am?”

He only whined, “Let me look at you.” He spoke, softly tugging at your arms and you reluctantly pulled them away, leaving you exposed. He traced every inch of you with his hand before he brought it to your breast, gently kneading it in his hand as he watched the soft flesh move under his fingers.

“So pretty.” He sighed, lowering his head to the other one, keeping his eyes on your face as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it cautiously.

“Miguel,” you moaned his name softly, making him perk up at the way it sounded.

“Yes?” He smiled cheekily as he kissed the side of your breast, leaving a hickey.

You couldn’t get the words out and only sighed, looking at him with a pleading expression.

“Por supuesto.” He smiled, kissing down your ribs and below your belly, stopping at the hem of your pajama shorts. He hooked a finger onto it, pulling it down along with your panties, wanting to get it all off at once.

His hands gripped at the outer sides of your thighs, holding them apart. He licked your thigh before kissing it gently, smirking at your reactions.

His fangs poked out and he pulled away, confused at his lack of control with them all of a sudden. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “What happened?”

“Nothing…” He tried retracting them but it was of no use.

You noticed this and bit your lip. “Bite me.”

“What?” He looked up at you.

“Bite me, Miggy…”

He hesitated for a moment before smiling, dragging the two sharp teeth across the skin of your legs. “You sure?” He needed reassurance.

Nodding vigorously, he planted another kiss. His fangs poked lightly at your skin, almost tickling you until he bit down harshly, sinking his teeth into your thigh.

You let out a groan at the pain, bringing your legs together but he held them apart. He pulled his teeth out and sucked the blood left behind, lapping at the flow of the red liquid. He began kissing closer and closer to your lips, teasing you as much as he could before he dove in, licking a stripe up your slit and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Moaning quietly, he began sucking on the sensitive nub, bringing his free hand and slowly pushing in his index finger. You arched your back and threw your head back, making Miguel stop. He kept his still finger inside you as he spoke.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he urged in a low voice, not aggressively but enough that you knew he wouldn’t let you finish if you didn’t. You brought your head up to look at him again.

He brought his mouth back down to your pussy, beginning to move his finger in and out of you slowly. He had long, thick fingers, making you wonder how big his dick was.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, closing your eyes for a moment but remembering to look at Miguel.

He smiled against your clit, pushing in yet another finger. He forced them both further this time, curling them up into your g-spot as you arched your back. His eyes stayed on yours as he held the flat of his tongue against your clit. His digits thrusted into you at a slightly quicker pace, making a crease form in between your eyebrows, your lips parting.

“Feel good?” He asked politely, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded. “Yes, Miguel, please don’t stop…”

He sighed, pulling his fingers out and his lips popping off your nerve.

“Sorry, mi amor… Want you cumming while I’m inside you.” He felt bad for pulling your orgasm out of your grasp. You frowned too, that was until he stood up, displaying a super obvious bulge. It looked like there was a literal log stuffed in his pants, perpendicular to his body.

You stared at it, your legs instinctively spreading on their own. Miguel smiled softly. “Do you wanna help me, or…?”

Quickly sitting up, you reached for his sweatpants and pulled on the string, loosening them and desperately pulling them down. He stood in his boxers now, allowing nearly nothing to remain for the imagination. Your fingers traced his V-line, causing him to huff out a breath.

“I thought I told you not to tease…” he sighed, watching your hands closely. Hooking your fingers on his boxers, you finally pulled them down, leaving his erection on full display. It was nearly red, clearly it’s been untouched by anyone but his own right hand for a long time.

You couldn’t help but trace a finger along a vein on the side, making him moan quietly. “Please, mi amor.” he chuckled. “Don’t be like this…”

Your hand wrapped around him, spreading the precum on his tip with your thumb. He grabbed your shoulder, grinding into your hand, desperate for release.

Letting go, you laid back down, spreading your legs for him and smiling, reaching your arms out to him. “C’mere,” you giggled, excited to feel him inside you already. He smiled and leaned down, hovering over you. You paused.

“Wait…” you bit your lip nervously. He leaned back to look at you, a look of concern all over his face. “Qué pasó, princesa?”

“Can we try something…?”

His head tilted to the side, a small smirk on his lips. “Like what?”

“I think about taking you in every position, night and day… But I always tend to think of taking you from behind…”

Miguel’s face was red, the blush reaching his ears. His heart raced at the confession, although he thought about giving it to you in more ways than one. He bit his lip and smiled. “Of course, mami.”

You bit back a smile and quickly flipped yourself over. Miguel pulled your hips back harshly, making you yelp. He chuckled at your reaction, taking himself in his hand and slowly stroking himself, keeping a firm grip on your hip. He lined his tip up with your pussy, shuddering at your wetness against him. He teased you, moving it up and down your slit and smiling, waiting for your sweet voice to tell him to just fuck you already.

“Ay coño, Miguel!” You scolded. He laughed softly before pushing in slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you so quickly. As he bottomed out, you felt your body relax, your back arching at a sharp angle as your chest rested on the mattress, your arms wrapped around a pillow as you sighed.

“See?” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Flexible.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before he pulled out slowly, pushing himself back in with the same gentleness and drawing out a soft moan from him. “Is this okay, baby?” He needed your approval before he could pick up his pace.

“Sí, Miguelito. Love how you feel inside me…” you whined at his girth stretching you out.

He took that as a sign that he could continue, his hips pulling back before he pushed back into you, repeating this movement until he was moving at an easy rhythm.

He sighed, “So tight, fuck…”

You only hummed in response, stuffing your face into the pillow, his movements rocking you back and forth. You felt the weight of his hand next to your arm as his other snaked around your waist, keeping you steady with his thrusts getting harder.

You groaned, biting your wrist so to suppress it before you heard him speak. “I like your voice, princesa. Don’t be afraid to use it.” He smiled, kissing behind your ear. The hand on your belly moved lower, finding your clit and putting pressure on it, rubbing it in tight circles.

You clenched around him at the feeling, causing him to groan quietly into your ear.

“Miggy—“ you choked out his name. “I’m gonna cum…” you informed him. He kept his pace the same, hoping to get you off on his movements.

“F—Faster,” you choked out, “deeper…” you whined again, his movements making you more and more sensitive the longer he went on. You knew he wasn’t all the way in, because although he bottomed out, you barely felt his hips brushing against your ass. He wasn’t pressed up against you.

“Fuck,” he sighed. You moved your knees further apart and he was able to push himself further into you, making you cry out a sob as your eyes watered at his size. He pulled back, the warmth of his chest against your back leaving you as his pelvis began hitting against your ass, making his breaths heavier.

“I’m gonna cum too,” he groaned. You clenched around him once more, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer. He started moaning with each thrust, throwing his head back as his hands groped your ass harshly.

“Miguel—“ you were able to choke his name out before your walls stuttered around him, your vision getting blurry as you finally came. Miguel felt your liquids around him, dripping out of you and flowing down your thighs, his cock being coated with them every time he pulled out.

He continued moving inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm as you tightened around him, making him whine loudly. “Princesa,” he moaned, “can I cum—fuck—inside you?” He grunted, subconsciously speeding up his pace.

“Yes, Migs… Breed me…Please.” You begged, your cunt growing sore already.

Miguel grunted, his thrusts coming to a sudden halt as he leaned back down, ropes of his cum pumping inside you. His talons protracted into your hips with his orgasm, moaning quietly against your shoulder and kissing it as he ground into you, his breaths hitching.

He finally relaxed behind you, softening inside you as he felt the mess of yours and his cum flowing down your legs and inevitably onto the sheets. He kissed the side of your neck gently before whispering. “That was fucking amazing.” He smiled against your skin. “Yeah…” you agreed, trying to ignore his claws digging into your skin.

You hissed and he noticed something wet at the tips of his fingers, panicking and immediately pulling his claws out of you, he began apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, princesa—” He leaned back down and kissed the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to do that… I’m sorry…” He frowned, realizing how much he’s hurt you within the first time he’s had sex with you.

“It’s okay, papito… I liked it…” you held back a wince, not wanting him to feel bad about anything he’s done because although it hurt, it turned you on. “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and pulled out of you, making you sigh at the empty feeling. “I’ll be sure to do it again…” He went to get a warm wet towel and cleaned you up, dabbing softly at the bite mark on your leg that you completely forgot was there.

It began to sting as you recalled it and you hissed, making Miguel look up at you and pull away from the small wound. “Sorry.” He made a face. You could only smile at his carefulness. “It’s okay, handsome.” You grabbed his face and he smiled with surprise.

“Handsome?” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I’d like to get used to that…” Miguel smiled against your mouth. Pulling away again, he cleaned himself up and did his best to reverse the mess you left on the sheets. After he rinsed the towel out and put it in the laundry bin, he came back to bed and picked up his clothes along with yours.

“We’re not putting those back on, are we?”

He only smirked. “Why?”

“Just get in here, dummy.” You giggled, lifting the sheets for him to get in next to you. He didn’t hesitate for a second and dropped the clothes, climbing in under the covers with you. You placed a kiss on his chin and turned around to spoon with him. Miguel kissed your temple and sighed contently.

You nuzzled your ass against him as he raised an eyebrow. “Another round already?”

“I just like you inside me…” you whispered. “Feels empty without you.” You confessed.

He smiled warmly, grabbing a hold of himself, feeling himself hardening again already. He lifted your leg up and guided himself into you, sighing at your warmth. “I like being inside you too.”

You ground back on him, making him groan.

“You’re such a tease.”

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Thx for reading xoxo

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #smut #iz writes

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zarazmnie-cos · 1 year

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↳ ❝ [baby, i will never get enough] ¡! ❞

requested? yes, for anon ! hihi <3 can i request something with jihoon + breeding kink? only if u feel comfortable ofc ! 💗

contains: park jihoon x fem!reader; smut, porn without a trace of plot; unprotected sex (fr fellas use protection pls); breeding kink, creampie, mating press??? dirty talk??? a lil begging ig; overstimulation, implied round two; lmk if i missed something

words: 749

a/n: i have no explanation for that. none. it sorta just happened. although as always reblogs and feedback is appreciated vv much <3 [masterlist here]

JIHOON ACTED WEIRD FOR A FEW DAYS. A FEW DAYS YOU HAD TO BABYSIT YOUR COUSIN’S LITTLE KIDDOS. AND WHEN YOU FINALLY CONNECTED THE DOTS, IT ALL SPIRALED DOWN TO YOU LAYING UNDERNEATH HIM. A WILD SPARK IN HIS EYES, WHICH YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, MADE YOU GIGGLE WITH ANTICIPATION.

“you’re- so- cute, darling,” jihoon managed to mumble out between long kisses, his hand wandering from your inner thigh to your tummy, then hip. “bet our kids would be almost as cute.”

without any break, he lightly bit on your lower lip, causing you to moan slightly and letting him slide his tongue between your lips. his hand stopped on your tummy, massaging it and pinching it in a few places.

“you’ll look so cute with your belly stuffed with my babies,” the devilish grin jihoon had on his face matched his words. you tried to put your thighs together, but your boyfriend’s hands holding them apart left your aching pussy clenching around nothing. your heavy breathing and hands trying to pull him closer made him chuckle. “you want me to stuff you full of my kids, huh?”

“p-please.” you managed to breathe out, getting a loving kiss as a reward. it took him only a few seconds to adjust himself and slowly push himself into you.

“so- tight, darling. only for me,” a breathy moan escaped your mouth at the sensation. the feeling of fullness you longed for, kind of overwhelmed you in the beginning, but when you relaxed, it felt ecstatic.

“m-more, please.” it was all you could mumble, but it was all jihoon needed. as he finally started moving inside you, you bit on your lower lip, trying to mute your sounds.

“let it out, darling. let everyone hear how good it feels,” almost as on command, you stopped biting your lip and did what he said. hearing your moans and screams, those louder, shorter, and quieter, made jihoon smile. “that’s right, darling. let me hear those pretty sounds of yours.”

the squeaks of the bed, moans, and groans of you and your boyfriend – it turned you on even more. thanks to that, jihoon could even more easily slide in and out of you, making wet sounds that only added more oil to this sinful fire. you almost lost yourself whole to this pleasure and situation, almost not noticing how jihoon grabbed you under your knees and pushed them all the way to your chest.

“i’ll make you full of my babies, i fucking will,” hearing his words and feeling his pace pick up, you clenched even more around his length, as your breathing quickened and your brain stopped producing thoughts. “so- fucking- pretty- for me only. shit-“

as jihoon picked up even more on his animalistic-like pace, your brain turned off for good, turning into mush. unable to produce coherent thoughts and say them, you only blabbered out jihoon’s name in moments when you weren’t screaming in pleasure.

“’m- close-!” was all you managed to glue together between moans and screaming his name. almost as on command, jihoon started rubbing circles on your clit with his finger, causing you to grind yourself on him even more.

“so pretty-“ jihoon still repeated these lines, way too love-drunk with the way you are. but when your high washed all over you, he stopped only for a while. a short one, before he started moving again. “gonna make you so round, gonna make you have my babies-“

it hurt, but the pleasure was bigger. you couldn’t catch a single breath, since your boyfriend was ramming you into the mattress so good you kinda forgot about breathing. all you were focused on was the pleasure, the situation, and his words.

“shit, gonna-“ he didn’t even manage to end the sentence, as his body was quicker. the feeling of something warm releasing inside you made you chant your boyfriend’s name again. “have to make sure you’re taking everything i gave you, darling.”

as stood for a while like that, his length still inside you, his lips found their way to yours. this time, the kisses were full of love, reassurance, and somewhat of pride, almost as if his lips were saying “you did amazing”.

“uh-oh,” when jihoon finally pulled out and said it with a cheeky grin, your eyes widened. you wanted to ask what’s wrong, but the answer came faster. “you’re dripping out the good stuff i gave you. i guess it’s time for round number two, then.”

@ sha-la-la, DONT repost, translate or copy !

#treasure smut #park jihoon #jihoon smut #jihoon treasure #treasure hard hours #treasure #yg treasure #treasure kpop #treasure jihoon #kpop smut #kpop writing #kpop requests

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cookii-moon · 2 months

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so like I made an element post several months ago and. found it today (because I don’t post much right now lol) and was thinking about it so I tried making a chart of how I think elements might be related

I didn’t put the new elements in the “tree” simply because. I think it’d render this entirely irrelevant by the time part 2 comes out. and. I have zero clue how to sort them Ngl.

(Tbh I was very torn on whether to just do elements in general or elements by like elemental masters. Because. the two are very different for me. So I did do an alternative version but I scrapped it cuz it made no sense and I didn’t like it but I’ll show it at the end)

The lines just show there’s some relation between them. Sometimes elements can control eachother, sometimes only one can control the other, etc.

LORE DUMP UNDER THE READ MORE!!!

basically I think that the elements existed in ninjago BEFORE the FSM came into existence. If there was an ocean there has to be a sea floor. If there was a storm there has to be lightning, so on and so forth. The elements always existed and have always been intrinsic parts of ninjago. This might also apply to some of the other realms, specifically the first realm probably also abides by this. Since several native species in ninjago have elemental traits plus. Wojira. it’s probably always been present to some degree, just not usually in humans. So while the original elemental masters of creation may have gotten their powers from the FSM, the elements themselves exist in a lot of places and have always been present in the realm. In fact I think a lot of the “secondary” elemental masters probably got it from the environment somehow like the way water and wind ems seem to have gotten it from wojira (? Tbh I don’t remember much of seabound since I never rewatched it and that part of the lore had tons of plotholes iirc so it was really hard for me to follow)

Gravity, light and time are the most “overarching” elements because they mainly define a lot of the basic principles of the world and so without those elements the others can’t really exist. Especially gravity. Time and gravity are related since time is affected by gravity.

Mind and amber are sort of their own things. Amber is manmade (apparently??? I think I read the comic but I don’t know if it’s still considered canon and I forgot most of it lol ) so it isn’t actually related to any other element even if you would sort of think it was.

mind is really confusing because it’s not really a physical thing or related to any sort of foundational law or… anything, really. It’s just very isolated from the other elements and not really. Connected to any of them. So tbh I’m just gonna shove it with amber in the weird squad.

Also here’s the original list that was based around origins. I think it looks cleaner but it definitely makes a lot less sense.

I mostly scrapped it bc I didn’t like the placements of gravity and stuff or the fact that a lot of related elements weren’t depicted that at.

Sooo yeah that’s the elements chart ig !!! I’ll probably add image descriptions tomorrow I’m too tired

also excuse my extremely poor handwriting

#ninjago #ninjago cole #lego ninjago #cole ninjago #jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #kai jiang #ninjago lloyd #jay ninjago #Ninjago elements #kai ninjago #lloyd ninjago #probably more but I’m too tired to tag

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Chats and cuddles (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got a request for some cute, clingy boyfriend Rúben and then was totally inspired by my favourite model and WAG posting on IG about visiting her boyfriend who plays in the MLS. Thanks, Luna 😅 and to everyone else, enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 1325

Masterlist

Wattpad

"I'm off to training".

"Ok, babe. I'll finish packing and then I'll wait for you. Do you want to do something special today? Or do you want me to pick up some food for lunch or something?"

Rúben turned to look at you and you could only laugh at the pout on his face.

"I want you to stay. Can you do that?"

"I wish. But I have to travel to Paris for work tomorrow. You know that. And it'll be only 3 days this time. It's a quick campaign shoot".

"One day I'll move the entire fashion industry to Manchester and you won't have to abandon me anymore".

"One day", you responded, laughing at your boyfriend's words.

He sighed, picking up his bag and coming back to give you another hug. Separating because of your job was getting more and more complicated. He was usually only away for a day or two. But you could be gone for weeks.

"Let's just stay home. We can watch a movie and cuddle. And eat and cuddle. And talk and…".

"Cuddle?"

"How did you guess?", he asks, hugging you tightly while you still laugh.

"My sixth sense".

When he left, you started to make sure you had everything you needed for these days away in the French capital. That obviously included stealing one of Rúben's hoodies so you could wear it while on the plane. Which one should you get this time?

Once everything was ready and you could relax, it was time for lunch. But Rúben wasn’t back yet even though he was supposed to have finished training over an hour ago.

“I know I’m late, sorry”, he said when he picked up the phone.

“It’s fine. I just wondered where you were. Everything ok?”

“We had extra training. Pep didn’t like anything we were doing today”.

“Poor you. Come back so we can enjoy those cuddles”.

"On my way!"

Since you now had more time to get lunch ready, you decided to prepare something a bit more exciting than a boring sandwich.

By the time you were putting everything on the plates, you heard the door opening and a bag falling to the floor.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

Before you could turn after hearing footsteps getting closer, you already felt strong arms wrapped around your waist. You knew tired boyfriend Rúben was very clingy and secretly loved it when he was like this. You loved spoiling him.

"Hungry?"

"I guess", he said, putting his head on your shoulder and sighing. "You smell so good".

"Thanks. I showered today".

You had to drag him with you around the kitchen while getting the glasses and cutlery to set the table.

"What movie should we watch?"

“I’ll fall asleep the moment it starts so whatever you want”.

That made you laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

“Then we can nap. I could use the sleep too. I’ll be working long hours the next few days”.

And so that’s what you did. Putting all the stuff away in the dishwasher and getting ready for a little nap once you were done eating. You didn’t mind getting into bed wearing the t-shirt and leggings you had been wearing around the house. But Rúben, of course, had to take his shirt off before collapsing on the bed.

You had to laugh at how dramatic he was. But also wanted to spoil him some more, especially knowing you’ll be away from each other for a couple of days. So you sat on his lower back, startling him slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh”, you said, starting to massage his shoulders. He was so tense.

“That’s better than the nap, yeah”.

You laughed and continued to massage his shoulders, moving a little lower, trying to find all the little areas that felt like they needed some help. Honestly, you could spend hours doing that. It was relaxing for Rúben but also for you.

After a little while, Rúben took your hands to stop you and you looked down at his face.

“That’s enough, thank you. Let’s take that nap”.

So you moved to lay down next to him and he brought you closer to him.

“I’ll return the favour when you come back from Paris”, he promised.

And you smiled, closing your eyes and thinking about that. Travelling so much was tiring, but knowing you were going to come back home to Rúben spoiling you made everything so much easier.

The nap only lasted a couple of hours and then you suggested to go watch the movie before ordering some dinner. By the time you went back to the living room, after getting changed, Rúben had everything ready.

“How many blankets do we need?”

“It’s cosy movie night. We need them to be cosy”.

You shook your head, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll get the snacks”.

Bowl of sweets in hand, you sat down on the sofa, allowing Rúben to cover you with one of the blankets before moving you so you were as close to him as possible.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

“What?”, Rúben’s question almost made you choke on the M&M’s you were eating.

“You always say modelling is a short career. And football isn’t that long either. I don’t know, sometimes I think about that”.

“Yeah…I guess I do have a few ideas but I don’t know for sure. I’m just making the most of my career now. I don’t even know if I want to work in the fashion industry for long so…”, you shrugged. “And there is also you as a factor”.

“In which way?”

“Well, you are here now but might not finish your career in England. And for you, it’s easy because you can just play but if we had kids, that’s months of non-work for me…”.

“Sorry, I stopped listening after the word kids”, he said, making you look at him.

You had mentioned marriage and children a few times, vaguely. But it always made you smile to see Rúben looking so happy when mentioning those topics.

The way he looked at you made you turn your body so you could hug him tighter. It wasn’t just him that was clingy on days like today.

“Well, there is work for pregnant models but then the babies are born and they have to be looked after so…you know. It’s something to keep in mind”.

"Our kids will have to look like you".

"Why?"

"You're the model. The pretty one", he said, kissing your nose.

"Yes, you're such an unpleasant sight", you laughed.

"We can guess they'll be tall at least".

"Basketball players".

"Whatever", he rolled his eyes. You loved basketball better than football and always annoyed him with that.

“One can play football and the other one basketball then, so there is no fighting”.

“What if they want to model?”

“I rather they don’t. This industry is savage”.

“You could guide them”.

“I guess…”.

“Well, we’ll worry about that when that time comes. I just like knowing that it's something we both want in our future”.

“Yeah, should we watch the movie now? We don’t want to be here until too late or you’ll fall asleep again and the sofa will undo all the work my massage did”.

“Let’s watch it”, he said, kissing your head and moving you so you could be his little spoon.

The movie you picked was a comedy. You wanted something light for this cosy evening together and you loved laughing at all the silly jokes.

Rúben was laughing too but then he stopped and you just assumed he didn’t find them funny. Your sense of humour was quite different. But then you heard some light snoring and when you looked at him you saw he had fallen asleep…again.

"I guess we'll stay here then".

Another night spent sleeping on the sofa. At least you wouldn't be cold with all these blankets.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fluff #footballer one shot

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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I know you’re past your post limit tonight but you are an unwavering ray of strength and sunshine on here. So calm so chill. That cookie jar though…😏

That being said…are yall not entertained????

For those of you who screamed PR for months (I’m talking about the crazy ones who freak out every five minutes about something new even though they claim they know PR and they know people and have sources (in their own heads LOLOL)) - you want it? YOU GOT IT. It’s been in your face for months and yall still can’t see it?

An article comes out every time ramen breathes. And soba must be inserted. Soba gets articles for IG posts…when does that happen to a third rate noodle brand who can’t even hit 1 million followers after buying bots for two years and marrying the sexiest noodle brand alive? (Just to be extra petty, Jenna Ortega got ten million new followers in a week after Wednesday launched on Netflix (same month someone’s else season two show launched and then got canceled but whoops) and she didn’t marry anybody famous. Soba isn’t even a notable brand in their home country. Soba’s name gets misspelled even in her own movie promo posts. Yet she’s getting us weekly and people articles written about her every movement now? Oh and she’s getting a square on us weekly about celebs who adopted pets - with ramen’s dog even though she didn’t adopt the dog? LOLOLOLOL ok!!

Nobody thinks that’s odd?

I’ll have to admit, I didn’t really want to believe in conspiracy theories for a long time. It felt too delusional and too qanon for me. But after ramen returned to IG and made a post about dogs - a people mag article pops up and inserts a line to make it about soba, unprovoked. Why? Almost like it was intentional to shoehorn soba in. Almost like that’s basically been the MO since this all started. The tabloids have changed but the narrative has not. The rumors turned to confirmation turned to more rumors to more confirmation but never really really by the horse’s mouth except kinda two ceremonies maybe yeah go physical therapy!!

The way that “wedding” announcement launched as an unconfirmed source from page six. Then went immediately viral. After a weekend of extreme social media breadcrumbing…it was almost like watching a puppeteer orchestrate a show in real time. I can’t be the only one…right?

They have continuously gone the route of most resistance repeatedly, for two years - and nobody thinks this is just inane? They are doing this on purpose and the more you overthink it, the more crazy and unsense it will make.

Like you mentioned many times before, people just have to wait and see. And be patient. Try not to overreact over every little thing. (Hard for some, but seriously!)

Fact is: ramen has publicly endorsed soba (well maybe not the name) and they are linked. So until this changes, why wouldn’t you expect soba to be around lurking? Ramen can’t be an investor in a brand and then not show up with it.

Though it would be funny if he was caught eating banza pasta while toting the soba brand, like Britney getting caught ordering a coke while she was a Pepsi girl. 😆

I’m totally half kidding about most of this. But I think you get what I’m trying to put down. Nobody has to agree with me. But the longer this goes, the easier it’s been to look back on how it all started and string the pieces together.

First off are the same anon who has been doing amazing with the pasta analogies?? Because if so can I call you, Mrs. Pasta??

This is what PR looks like. Articles upon articles over nothing. Pushing a name out there for what? You make some excellent points, completely. Now, I’m not confirming or denying anything. Just that this is pointed. The timing is interesting and the entertainment is amazing.

Banza past is an amazing option. Top ramen needs to add a little spice and change. Soba noodles on the regular isn’t good for everyone.

I’m just here ready for the show. I told y’all to keep your eyes open 😉

#mrs. pasta

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delcakoo · 9 months

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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

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give-grian-rights · 1 year

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Minecraft Worldbuilding Headcanons

-Players & Species

here is 1179 words of minecraft worldbuilding infodump

I would be spending several more hours working on this if I didn't cut it short here, so I might make a second part. But i'm.. kinda in finales week so I died today.

Included in this is references to some Minecraft YouTubers and their world building, namely Watchers, of the 2017 Evo SMP.

Feel free to use this for fics, art, comics, etc.

Includes headcanons for how Players work, are created, and function. Also how disabilities are accommodated!!!

Very simulation-esque. essentially my world building is as if The Sims were aware of what they are and they had access to make themselves god ig . cyber tech. yeah

Devs/Developers

The Devs/Developers are the first. As their world expanded, and the Universe grew, more of them would appear. They create the updates, design the Mobs, and ensure the future of their Universe; features, challenges and goals, for the Players to explore and use and learn from. The asexual creation of new Players. Purpose, for the Players to never get bored. Devs created the Watchers to manage the day-to-day of Players. Watchers fine-tune and teach the Mobs, kinda like playtesters, to give feedback to the Devs.

The Devs determined what is and isn’t a Player, and what qualifies something to be a Player.

There are slips, and with malicious or ignorant intent, someone not given the right to be a Player slip through, as man-made creatures. Non-intended “Players” do not respawn, have Communicators (see: Players), or inventories.

Mob hybrids were added one by one, as they assured they could have a quality of life, and make changes as fit to allow them to be.Older Creeper hybrids may look different from younger ones, for example, as they fine-tune their process to make them have the healthiest, safest and most fulfilling possible life.

Devs rarely spend time with any Players. The ones they do speak with are usually first generation, very old Players.

Watchers

(About Me: Watchers are god-like beings featured in an SMP known as Evo. They filled the role of overseers, and are typically interpreted to be the personification of the two things that speak to you in the End Poem. In the series, they were morally-neutral, punishing Players who did wrong, and awarding others. They put them through tasks and challenges, and led them to a series of portals that would take them through time, to new updates. The series started in the first version of Minecraft that featured servers. Nearly everything wrote is from my own worldbuilding or the fanon of others, as there is very little known about them in canon.)

The Player are made from the Universe, and made of the same code, but Watchers ARE the Universe. They don't make the Players, but they make the Mobs that roams in each world. They oversee upcoming updates. There are only two Watchers who are the true Universe, the ones we see in Evo SMP, all other Watchers are “hired”/recruited based on their morality, strength, perseverance, or sometimes just sheer entertainment. Sometimes, in a situation of Permadeath, the Players that meet their standards are given the opportunity to expand their life and purpose by becoming a Watcher. They are taught the true Universe, the meaning of it all, and the power to manipulate it into life and love. Watchers can also turn animals into Players, and do so in the scenario that a world is deleted/abandoned by all of it’s occupants.

The head Watchers are the two that speak to you, the Player, during the End Poem. They are a bit disconnected but well-intentioned. They enforce laws, and assign Watchers to every Server and world to ensure it’s safety. The Old Watchers (as I’ll dub them) are god-like, and are the only ones that typically speak with the Devs on a regular basis. Not all Watchers are good. Some are centuries old, Players-turned-Demi-Gods who have watched all they love die or age. As such, their mentality may begin to crumble.

Those who are Watchers, stop aging. They no longer can scar, and all injuries are cured on respawn. The state of their body from before being transformed remains the same. For example, bad vision, scars, and hearing lost remain. Their body is frozen from where they left off. Temporary ailments, such as bags under eyes, scratches, bruises, etc. can still occure.

They have the ability to shapeshift, but it is something that takes effort, and can be blocked by Servers. Watchers can toggle between their Player form, where they left off when they were human, or in a Spectator-like form. Think biblical angel. Thick bird-like wings, that can come in a plethora of numbers.

The state of their Watcher form is determined typically by their mental or emotional state.

Watcher Form

Cool & Collected: One set of wings, long and angular with slick feathers. Appear in the vision of others like a foggy outline in the mist. Eyes covered by a mask.

Stressed & Anxious: One-Three set(s) of wings, feathers bristled and messy. Purple glow around the edge of the mask, and outline of eyes appear around them. Can appear shadow-like.

Angry & Upset: One-Six set(s) of wings, outstretched with a shimmery-crystal like appearance. Halo of eyes around their head. Their real eyes can also be seen glowing underneath the mask. Visual distortion to any that see's them in this state, like a graphical glitch.

Player Form Capabilities

Their eye color is now a hazy purple-gray. Similarly to their Watcher form, experiencing emotions can cause their eyes to turn to a more vibrant purple, and become illuminated.

They can shapeshift their form. If a Player was a hybrid before it's conversion to a Watcher, their traits remain. Their Watcher Form hides these features, and they can also be hidden or altered by their shifting.

Purple wings are always part of them, becoming part of their default form.

Wings can be altered while shapeshifting. Length, width, color, feathers vs scales, etc. are all able to be changed, but they always must remain part of them. Their size can, however, be made small enough to disguise them and appear human.

Wings, tails, hair length, hair color, ears, and clothes are all that can be manipulated. Unlike wings, hybrid Players can completely shift their tell-tale features away.

Players

Qualifications to be a Player

Cognitive Ability

Awareness of self (pain, desire, etc.)

One limb or more capable of holding and manipulating an item

Land mobility

Ability to care for one's own needs (The children of Players are not registered as Players until they reach that milestone. At ages six-eight, they obtain that status. Dependent on the age and maturity of a hybrid/non-human species)

Capable of Respawning

If all are met, they are registered as a Player. Being a Player comes with a Communicator, the main system to access the greater Universe.

Communicators

Communicators offer: Settings, server-list, world creation, texting/messaging, video calling, basic/generic social media

Players join a Server or world by selecting their desired location, and placing it on an unlit netherportal frame.

Communicators are not breakable, and are tethered to a player. They hover, teleport, follow you, and if you do "break it", like shattering it, it respawns. They are an extension of yourself, that allows you greater control in the Universe.

Communicators are the access point for Inventories. Inventories are a pocket-dimension, which you access through the Communicators Graphic User Interface. Breaking items drops them as a digital, or holographic image on the floor. Stepping or touching it will automatically collect it, and put it in your Inventory.

Players are capable of overwriting the inventory, by turning off the setting. Doing so will make it so your tools do not react how they typically wood, and work as real-world items. However, it also means physically carrying them and real manual labor.

Anthro/Animal Players

In the situation of a world/Server being deleted, Watchers and the Universe will pick the most interacted-with animal(s), and the ones that witnessed the most behavior of a Player, and the former mob(s) will take the Player's place. They are warped and made humanoid to fit the previously mentioned criteria.

The longer they were a pet/companion to the Player(s) the more memories of their time as a Mob they’ll remember. Most forget overtime, and will take on the memories of their Player/owner believing them to be their own.

Spawned

While Players can be born, they can also be spawned by Devs or Watchers. Players can be created anywhere from the ages of 8 and up. They will spawn (typically) in a single player world of their own, an assigned Username, and the knowledge that they're meant to survive and discover.

Hybrids

Hybrid Players are typically Mob and Human to qualify, but that's not always the case. There can be double or triple Mob hybrids, without Human, though uncommon. Hybrid Players can be born from two Human parents. In the case of a Player becoming pregnant, The Universe has a small chance of giving the baby a Hybrid-feature to make it more inclined to their surroundings. Hybrid Players are more common for Spawned, but both is possible. Two Hybrid Players of different species typically ends up with the child being one or the other, not both, but it can happen.

Usernames

Usernames for Spawned are automatically assigned, but can be changed.

Usernames for Players who are born, is a prompt given to them the day the world considers them a Player. At this time, their parent typically have given them a name. Their Username typically contains said name, but with alterations/additions. These Usernames are chosen by the Player, however, and as such can at-times be completely unrelated. That is their legal name.

Disability

Accessibility was painstakingly given to ensure every Player could live a life. Devs do not oversee the creation of every single person. They allow them to live, make mistakes, etc. and do not want every Player the same. There is assistance and accessibility for the hearing and seeing impaired, limited mobility folks, etc.

Deafness

Subtitles on their Communicator act as you imagine they would. Only seeable in your eyes, is a small black box in your peripheral that describes the sounds around you.

Visual indicator of where a noise is coming from. Each line in the Subtitles has a corresponding color, and an arrow of the same color, small and in the peripherals, that point towards its direction until it fades. Able to be turned off.

Blindness

One small earplug that narrates your surroundings. It gives the distance between you and a Player/Mob, the amount of blocks you’re looking at and what they are, the registered Username of a Player, etc. Warnings for steps up and step down.

The option to describe a Player (hybrid, hair and hair color, eye color, etc)

Some use a guide cane, or can train a mob to be their guide. Some prefer the narration and can navigate through life fine that way.

Mobility

Using your Communicator, you can transform something into a wheelchair, crutches, cane, etc. In doing so, Servers will automatically allow you to keep them on/with you. It does not take space in the inventory. They are fully customizable by the Player.

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iloveslllycatss · 1 year

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BLLK BOYS X ARABIC DANCER S/O

(Plz write this my requests never get picked :()

𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙭 𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪, 𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘪

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯: 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘋𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘐 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋…, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘣𝘤 𝘺𝘬, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 😢 , 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, kinda ooc 😢 (fem reader btw)

y. isagi ↴

✮ okay so I feel like he wouldn’t expect u to be a dancer ngl

✮ the way I see it, you got invited to a arab wedding and u couldn’t not join the dance circle 🙄

✮ shik shak shook is playing. (classic arabic dancing song ykyk)

✮ he was watching u the WHOLE TIME

✮ like he would b sitting down kinda awkwardly bc like it’s a arab wedding…. he’s not arab?? but the second u get up and dance. STARING ISTG

✮ blushing the whole time.

✮ when u guys leave he’s like “why didn’t u tell me that u danced???”

you and your boyfriend had been invited to your sisters wedding, hold on let me rephrase.. your sisters ARAB wedding.

you two were sitting down, watching the people dance in the middle of the room, until that song started playing. that song being you and your sisters FAVORITE song to dance to. shik shak shook. you quickly shoot a look to the bride, grinning as she holds her hand out to you with a knowing smile.

“listen baby I’ll be right back okay I just NEED to dance to this.” you tell isagi, he sends u a nod knowing he can’t say no to you and you get up, pulling ur dress down bc it had come up a little, and making ur way over to your sister. the music playing as u start to move your hips to the beat. your boyfriend watches, his ears turning red when you send him a wink, still dancing to the song. your hips roll and your shoulders switch for every beat, your hands twisting, somehow matching your movements. it’s all somewhat the same till the song starts letting out an ominous, mysterious tune. and as if your body is being controlled by the sound, you slowly start to get low, your hips moving in a circle, kinda representing a snake. the beat starts back up and so do your hips. not a beat is missed while you dance.

isagi cant help but stare

after the song finishes, you and the bride let out a giggle and give each other a hug. you then make your way back to isagi, seeing as how his face is red you smirk a little. “u didn’t tell me you could dance like that” he looks away from you, a little flustered and you smile. “well you never asked”

s. nagi ↴

✮ okok so for nagi I think he would b playing games w reo in one room and your just dancing in the other bc u literally have nothing else to do and u don’t wanna bother him

✮ after a while he tells reo that he’s gonna go to the bathroom bc “needing to pee is such a hassle” 😭

✮ so after he uses the bathroom he walks by the room ur in and hears music… and not just any music, arabic music.

✮ hes kinda confused like “why is there music playing in there??” and he slightly opens the door and sees u

✮ ur DEF wearing one of those belt things w the coins on it (it’s traditional ig and I think its made to jingle every time ur hips move??)

✮ FLUSTERED ASL but stays quiet ab it (fucking tsundere 😐)

✮ records u 100% (DOESNT show nb tho, that sight is only 4 him to see)

✮ watches u till the song finishes and kinda lowkey forgets ab reo 😭

you had been waiting to hang out with you boyfriend for the last hour. he was playing games w reo on vc, occasionally saying “reo your actually so shit at this” or “saving u is such a hassle”. you were TIRED of waiting so u decided to get up and go to another room. your scrolling on tiktok until u stop on a video of your cousins overseas at a party, dancing.

idea = created

you get off of tiktok and play a song u think is fit to dance to. you put it on a speaker, not too loud but loud enough to fill the room. and u start to dance. about a minute into the song the door creeks open, your dumbass doesn’t notice and keeps on dancing. you smoothly roll your hips to the music and you boyfriend watches you, his eyes widened, his face flushed. your shoulders, hands and hips moving simultaneously and the coins on your belt jingle and jingle. you have this smile on your face that indicated to nagi that your enjoying yourself and his first thought is to pull out his phone and start recording you. as the song speeds up, so do your movements and the jingling of your belt getting more rapid. nagi doesn’t know how you do it so flawlessly, every movement corresponding to the beat and rhythm. you just look so…

perfect

the song ends after about 3 minutes bc arabic songs r lowkey long (😞). after u finish you go to grab ur phone till u notice your tall ass boyfriend looking at u, cheeks burning. you look at him eyes with horror, “……. sei how much of that did u see.” …… “hmm idk how about me and you check it out?” he smirks lightly and turns the phone, screen facing u. only for u to notice he’s been recording. your face suddenly becomes flushed and you don’t know what to say. “sei u should 100% delete that” his eyebrows furrow “that would be such a hassle, plus that was too attractive for me to delete” if there was a way to make u even MORE flustered than before, he just did it .“damn sei sounds like ur real into me huh” you teased. “hmm i don’t know” you were about to say something back until you both heard a

“nagi are u coming back?? ur kinda dying rn”

this actually was so hard to write bc why are dancing scenes so hard 😐

@/ilovesillycats

please don’t copy my work 😞

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moneygramhaas · 8 months

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TEA TIME AT TWELVE , clement novalak ┆彡༉‧₊

social media & real life au , clement novalak x fem!oc.

in which, a mutual friend sets up a blind date between clement and freyja, in a (succesful) attempt to play cupid.

“clem, mate you cannot be serious.” marcus’ voice rang through the uncleaned room. “just because it’s the off-season doesn’t mean you can lay around and do nothing all day!” clement novalak had been laying in his room for a week now, the only people he had spoken to for months, even before the formula two season ended, were marcus and james. he had hit an all-time low. but, being the (self-proclaimed) most helpful person on planet earth, marcus was determined to help his friend out of his mental slump.

“you know what? get up and get dressed. you are going on a date clem.” marcus firmly stated in the direction of the formula two driver laying upside-down in front of him. “it’s non-negotiable. she’s expecting a presentable, stable man. not whatever’s going on with you right now.”

before even giving clem a moment to completely understand what was happening, marcus left the room and looked around fir his phone. there was no girl waiting for clem, he made up the date on the spot. but a certain red-headed friend of his owed him a favor. and if he was being honest, he was helping her too.

freyja was tired. she had been going on dates with tasteless, and boring men for months now. marcus knew this, he was her best friend. and he just so happened to know a man leaking with personality, just right for freyja.

freyja was painting in her sunroom when she got the phone call from marcus. her phone buzzed from the table beside her, interrupting her concentration. she sighed and put down her paintbrush, wiping her hands on a cloth as she picked up the phone after seeing marcus’ name on the screen.

“yeah marcus? im a busy woman and you’re interrupting the little time i have for myself.” she said slightly laughing at her sarcasm.

“you know how i’ve always been there for you, right?” marcus replied with a mischievous tone in his voice. “i’ve got a small little favor to ask of you.”

freyja rolled her eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, i owe you a couple favors. what is it this time?”’

freyja’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “wait, what? you told him i’m expecting a date? marcus, what are you on?”

“just hear me out,” marcus continued, his tone earnest. “i know you’ve been stuck in your own problem with those boring dates, and i thought maybe you could help each other out. clem’s a great guy, just going through a tough time, and i think you two could hit it off.”

freyja let out a sigh, her skepticism giving way to a hint of intrigue. “okay, marcus, i’ll play along. but you owe me big time for this.”

marcus chuckled. “you’re the best, freyja. i’ll send you his phone number.”

freyja shook her head, a small smile peering through her lips as she hung up the phone.

clement and freyja continued their conversation through imessage for the rest of their lunch. it looked quite awkward to anyone passing by. their heads were bent over their phones, fingers tapping away as they exchanged thoughts, jokes, and emojis. the cafe was completely silent around them, clinking cutlery from the little staff working there.

eventually, the pair paid their bill and left the cafe, deciding to get ice cream after then call it a day. the sun had perfectly set that afternoon, creating the perfect golden hour. and what kind of people would clement and freyja have been if they didn’t stop to take photos?

after taking their photos they went on, walking along the streets and doing the most unimaginable things for people who had just met. they parted ways once they reached freyja's apartment, talking about the great time they had and how they should do it once more.

VIENNA SPEAKS so uh idk its very very veeeeery short but idk i haven't posted in a while and @lomlando wanted me to post so here it is ig..?

anyways i still hate cl*m and the french so no more french people fics from me for a million trillion gazillion years

#moneygramhaas #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 imagine #formula 2 #f2 imagine #f2 fanfic #f2 x reader #f2 2023 #f2 #clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #screaming meals #marcus armstong #lando norris #f2 x you #f2 x y/n

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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idk about you BUT there's this one song that I got absolutely feral over bc everytime I listen to it, my brain goes 'ugh imagine Sevika saying this or thinking this whenever you're with them' or like, more nsfw: them saying stuff like this as pillow talk🥰 I'm sorry, but this scenario just absolutely knocks the wind out of me😭😅 I wanted to share with the class ig, but if this leads to headcannons I'll be flattered.

Good Little Girl sung by Kade McCuen (here's the link if you're curious, https://youtu.be/yd2pxkK2evs )

I absolutely love your work, bless you. I accidentally started a cult for Sevika a couple of months ago, so tyy for giving us holy scriptures 🧎🏼‍♀️

I want to join the cult!! And ooooo I have so many ideas for this, definitely lines up with the concepts in the multichap I’m working on

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of torture, violence, soft and playful Sev, marking and biting

Love love love the idea of Sevika being with someone considerably more kind and virtuous, where their only misdeed is being Sev’s lover.

I can see Sevika silently pondering the differences between the two of you and how it would strengthen the affection, her feelings, or whatever it was she felt for you.

Sevika carefully washing the blood off of her hands, making sure to get under her nails and the grooves of her claws before coming home to you. She wouldn’t particularly care about scaring you away (not anymore, at least) because despite your innocence, you’re not naive. You know exactly who Sevika is and love every part of her. She just knows if you assume she’s hurt you’ll fret until she’s showed you she’s fine, and that frown will remain until she has to exasperate you with genuine impatience to get you naked and beneath her.

“Honey, I’ve had a hard day. Please take your shirt off?”

You remain nonplussed at her attempts to distract you as the cut on her eyebrow still bleeds. Cool air caresses your skin from where she’s subtly trying to lift the fabric that bars her from the only remedy she needs. A slightly irritated breath hits your face as you halt those hands, staring at her with the sternest expression you can muster.

“I’ll go get the alcohol. For cleaning.”

You are Sevika’s world, so she listens to you in every situation unless there’s a threat against your life and you’re asking her not to commit atrocities to find out who it is. Besides that, your word goes and the most protest she’ll make is a slight attitude in her expression while she offers gentle alternatives. This doesn’t stop her from giving you bedroom eyes as you dress her wounds, your soft hands enough to spark desire in her as she watches you pamper her. You don’t consider basic care as “pampering,” but it still ends with Sev saying “You done? Good.” before pulling you down into her lap, back against her chest as she works her hand into your underwear and gives you her thanks. Firm, grateful kisses pepper your neck and cheeks while she renders you boneless, sagging into her hold with soft sighs and happy whines.

“You always take care of me, don’t you? Let me return the favor.”

Might I put the scenario in your mind of Sev opening a cut on her lip through hungry kisses, trailing blood down your torso, chin, breasts, and thighs until you’re covered in her. With your consent, she leaves bruises in the shape of finger and handprints along your body. Just to give you a taste of how it feels, because you’ll never have to experience being covered in blood and bruises unless it’s with her.

“So pretty.” The collar of purple and blue around your throat smarts under the faint press of her hand. All of this unmarked, pure skin available for her to stake claim to.

Also, her teaching you how to mark her up. Igniting a possessive streak in you that you didn’t know existed. Sev giving you her shoulder, her hand, her arm to bite down on as she grinds against you. Probably the roughest sex ever had between the two of you.

After a day of merciless executions and thorough tortures under Silco’s command, she knows she has you waiting at home for her, ready to jump into her arms like they’re the safest place for you to be. You’ll chirp about the food you attempted to make her, so excited about the freshly imported ingredients she was able to get you. You attempt to make her a plate with her hands pawing at your hips, lips glued to your neck while you scold her about her heinous behavior. It’s a dream of yours to have a docile, relatively normal life.

As a zaunite, you didn’t have that luxury and had to experience a peaceful existence through books and glimpses of paradise through Piltover. Sevika doesn’t share the same dreams. Admittedly, she was made of sterner stuff and adapted to her rough upbringing whereas you were significantly affected in a completely different way. You were not made for a life the Undercity had to offer. You could not thrive in the harsh environment and likely would have withered without Sevika to spoil you.

So she made your dreams a reality, as much as she could. She kept you blind from the brutalities of her job, her nature. Bled enough people to flood a town in your name, to build you the life you wanted.

Sevika, beating an enforcer bloody because they dared to hassle you during one of your rare trips around the Undercity without her. All she needed to see was your tearful eyes and the bruises encircling your wrist to set her on a warpath.

So yes, you’re her good girl. She’ll never fail to tell you that as you fall apart under her fingers, especially if she’s the first and only person to make you do so.

“Oh, that’s it. Look at that sweet face. Feels just right, huh, sweet girl?” Slick fingers retreat back to your thighs, but just for a second. Just to see the flicker of desperation cross your face before you’re overloaded with pleasure once again. She could never deny you anything, even with the burning desire to wring every depraved expression out of you, to see what a job she did on her little angel.

When she awakens that lustful side of you and has you pawing at her in public, begging her to take you home and ruin you, the teasing would be unbearable because that’s not appropriate, is it angel? She must have ruined you if you can’t go a few hours without needing her inside you. Of course you’d refute the claim, shaking your head with burning cheeks as your grip tightens on her sturdy bicep. Her eyes would narrow, seizing up your blatant lie like she does with business owners and enforcers alike on a daily basis. She’ll drag you to the back, a corner, anywhere away from prying eyes so she can unbutton your trousers. Two fingers would dip beneath your underwear, expertly finding the damp circle in the fabric that exposes your pitiful attempt at retaining some dignity. Lying now, too? She must be a bad influence.

So now she needs to take you home, tend to you because she promised she would give you everything you need even if you didn’t know what that was.

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader

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brotrustmeicanwrite · 3 months

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Writing Prompt? Kinda

I’ve had this idea for a while now but I haven’t been able to really put it into a story because it much MUCH darker and fucked up than what I usually write so I’ll just throw it out here because I don’t want it to go to waste and I’m also really interested in seeing what other people might make from it.

Genre: psychological thriller (ig? Whatever the genre for stories that are meant to make the reader really really uncomfortable is. On that note I’d put a TW here but the only way I can think to describe this is ig toxic relationship. But that barely does the prompt justice so proceed with caution.)

What would happen if two parallel universe versions of the same character for once didn’t have to close the portal that brought them together before it rips apart the essence of the universe and just got to interact? What if one isn’t the dark mirror of the other and they’re just completely identical up until the moment they first met? They are themselves and the other at the same time. They know exactly what the other thinks, down to the deepest most shameful thoughts; because they are the same person. They share the exact same memories, down to the most embarrassing, most awful things they’ve done, the secrets of which they swore to take to their graves; because they are the same person. What if they’re touch starved, what if they’re lonely? How close would they get once they realise that they can completely and utterly trust the other because they want the exact same as them? How intimate? After all, the relationship with the other is nothing more than the relationship with themselves, right? The other‘s body is nothing more than their own. Right? Whatever they do, to themselves, to each other, it’s the same as if they were still all alone. No one will ever know. No one but the other, who is just themselves.

This idea originally came from seeing a bunch of AUs from all kind of different stuff where different versions of the same character just got to hang out. Most of them are meant to just be light hearted fun but when I though about it I noticed just how weird and uncomfortable it would be to suddenly be face to face with someone who literally knows your every thought. If they manage to get over the discomfort the relationship could start out as „finally someone who I can talk to about my problems“ and be quite therapeutic but it also has the potential to get incredibly fucked up and codependent because every idea they have could be followed by „Omg that’s disgusting, they would never do that. No wait, they’re ‚me‘. They had the same thought, they would do that!“. At that point the only thing stopping them is weather or not they’re willing to abandon the social rules and expectations we have even for intimate relationships. Even normal people irl can go quite far with those things so just how far can they go?

And just to be clear, yes this is meant to be fucked up and uncomfortable and yes it can get fucked up in a sexual way, that’s the point, but I will personally strangle anyone who sends me a selfcest fantasy based on this. Not everything containing sex is meant to or even should be erotic. I can’t stop you from writing that and it’s not my place to do so but please don’t send it to me.

#writing #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writeblr #authors of tumblr #tumblr writers #writer on tumblr #writer problems #writers #oc #writing prompts #writing prompt #prompt #story prompt #psychological thriller #psychological horror #Thriller #Horror

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dreamsofjanuary · 2 years

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drunk confessions | e.m

warnings: drinking (underage ig since reader is at a high school party? but reader is 18), angst ig?, sad/angry eddie, usage of ‘y/n’ lol

notes: idk about this but i haven’t posted in a while sooo

tonight was the night. you were going to the jason carver party. at his house, where more than a few of the legendary hawkins parties had taken place. of course, you had tried to get eddie munson, your best friend, to come, but you knew the answer before you’d even asked him.

“i’m gonna pass. not really my scene.” eddie had said nonchalantly.

“come on, it won’t be as fun without you.” you’d pleaded. “it might be good for business.”

“i think i’ll be okay without selling to those low lives. but you’ll have a great time! i’ll be sat by the phone waiting for you to tell me all about it.” he teased.

“actually, eddie…i was hoping, since you’re my best friend in the entire world…” you attempted to flatter him, hoping that he understood what you were getting at.

“fine, i’ll pick you up.” he rolled his eyes.

“thank you!” you squealed, hugging him. “i’ll see you at one, okay?”

admitting only partial defeat, you had gone home to prepare. after pulling on your newest purchases from starcourt mall, you made your way there. it was going to be amazing. you were sure that if you woke up in the morning with any recollection of the night’s events, you’d love to remember that hazy euphoria for years.

a boy on the basketball team, whose name you didn’t know, was greeting every new arrival with plastic cups of brown liquid. upon further inspection, you realised it was vodka and coke - not your favourite drink, but it did the job. after finding your friend, you walked around together, mingling with others and dancing whenever a song you liked came on through jason’s speaker.

you’d had…a few more drinks. if a few more meant three ciders, two jaeger bombs, a whiskey shot and even more vodka cokes. now, you were looking for the friend you’d lost in between your fifth and sixth drink. clinging onto the wall by the staircase, you were suddenly overcome with a wave of anxiety. in your drunken state, you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was wrong, but you knew you needed to get home. stumbling towards the phone hung on the wall, you forced all of your concentration into putting your favourite phone number into it, and waiting for someone to answer.

“hello?” came eddie’s reply. oh no. he sounded mad.

“i’m sorry eddie…” you sighed, tears forming in your eyes. “didn’t mean to annoy you. i’m sorry i always annoy you, eddie.”

“hey, you never annoy me!” he said. but what if he was lying? unbeknownst to you, he could practically smell all of the alcohol you had consumed through the phone. he’d been in similar positions without people to look after him, and he wasn’t about to leave you alone in such a vulnerable state. “i’m going to come pick you up, okay? can you wait outside for me?”

“yeah.” you hiccuped. “i can do that. yep.”

“good. i’ll be quick. just sit outside for me.”

you hung up the phone, and obediently wandered to the door, your world spinning around you. clumsily, you sat on the doorstep, waiting patiently. most people were in the back garden or the kitchen at this point, so you had the luxury of ten quite minutes to think about absolutely nothing. of course, being you, you didn’t take the opportunity.

eddie sounded really mad on the phone. what if he was sick of you? you didn’t know if you’d be able to live without him. also, why was the sky spinning? it wasn’t before.

before you realised he had pulled up, you heard eddie calling you from the van.

“oh, hey eddie!” you grinned haphazardly, beginning to attempt standing up. within a minute, he was beside you - wrapping an arm around your waist in order to help you up. unknowingly, you leant your body weight on him, making it all the harder for him to support you. he practically lifted you into the van, and buckled you in too - he knew you’d probably forget do it yourself.

“fun night, hm?” he raised an eyebrow, stood by the open door of your seat. you giggled, leaning your head against the headrest, your bleary eyes staring at him.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” he nodded. “where’s your friend?”

“i don’t know.” you shrugged.

“does she not need a ride home?”

you only shrugged again in reply. eddie couldn’t help but feel anger towards your friend for leaving - or losing you, when you were so drunk. but you obviously needed to get home. he closed the door and quickly hopping into the driver’s seat. after double checking your seatbelt, he started driving, laughing to himself at your ditzy drunken state before he heard you sniffling. were you crying?

“what’s wrong?” he turned to you as he pulled up at his trailer. he assumed that as you’d told your parents you’d be staying at a friend’s house, and there was no sight of her, you’d be okay with spending the night at his house.

“you’re mad at me, aren’t you?” you mumbled from your seat next to him.

“of course i’m not.” this was obviously a theme running through your mind tonight. “why would you think that?”

“‘cause you sounded mad when you picked up the phone.” you admitted the thing that had been plaguing you for the last half an hour.

“i wasn’t mad!” eddie bit back a laugh - clearly, when you had nearly a dozen drinks, you got a little paranoid. “i was confused, because i didn’t know who was ringing me.”

“oh.” you said, laughing to yourself. “i’m a little bit stupid, aren’t i?”

“only when you’ve had jäegermeister.” eddie smirked at you, pretending to be hurt as you attempted to shove him - completely missing his shoulder.

“how about i get you some water, and then we get you to bed. deal?” he suggested.

“deal. ‘m kinda tired.” he could tell - your words were slurring together even worse than before.

“come on, let me help you out.” he said, suddenly appearing by your side.

“i love you, eddie.”

“i love you too.”

“no…” you sighed, frustrated. “like, i really love you.”

“you’re really drunk, y/n.” he said as he got you seated on the sofa, pouring you a glass of water from the tap. he so badly wanted to fall for what you were hinting at, but you were too drunk to know what you were saying. you couldn’t ever love him like he loved you. he handed you the glass, watching as you took it with both hands and started sipping it.

“i’m not that drunk. i didn’t even throw up tonight.” you defended yourself lazily.

“well, that’s an improvement on last time.” he took the now empty glass from you, but the water clearly hadn’t had much of an effect on you.

“come on.” he offered his hand to you. “let’s get you to bed.”

you nodded, ignoring his extended hand and lying down on the sofa - your legs dangling off of the end. usually when you slept at his house, that was where you slept. but he wasn’t that mean - you needed a good night’s sleep after how much you’d drank, and eddie’s bed was the best chance you had.

“no, you can sleep in my bed. come on.” he heaved, pulling you up onto your feet.

“with you?” you asked, leaning your head on his chest as you walked to his bedroom. your hopeful tone wasn’t lost on him.

“no, i’ll sleep out here tonight.” he said as he opened his bedroom door, pushing you in. instantly, you flipped onto his bed.

“no, i don’t want you to leave me!” you protested. eddie sighed, taking your shoes off, and then his. now this just wasn’t fair.

“i can’t share a bed with you.” he pulled the duvet over you.

“why?” you whined.

“because…because!” he argued - unable to explain the truth to you in such a state.

“because you’re scared to admit the truth.” you mumbled, words slurring together.

“there is no truth - not whatever you’re talking about, anyway.” he sighed, trying not to show his annoyance.

“yes there is!” you said, rolling onto your side to face him. “you love me and i love you. we just said it.”

“i…” eddie sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair. you were being mean now. “we’re friends, y/n.”

“more than that.” you said, determined. he had to admit - you were right about his feelings. but you had never hinted anything like this to him before. he couldn’t get all of his hope from one drunken night he hadn’t even been fully there for.

“if you really feel that way, then talk to me tomorrow.” he said, turning away from you. “i’m going to sleep on the sofa.”

“i’m sorry, eddie. i want you to stay. please don’t leave me alone.” you said, your voice shaking.

fuck. how could he when you asked him so sweetly? he knew you weren’t going to sleep unless he stayed with you. resigning himself to sharing a bed with you for the first time in years, he turned to you again and climbed in next to you.

“only because you won’t shut up.” he grumbled.

“i love you, eddie. i mean it. i’ve been wanting to say it for years.” you mumbled from next to him. he didn’t say anything, but even inebriated, you could tell he was smiling.

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