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call me by his name | yoon jeonghan [M]
summary ⇾ to you, one of jeonghan's most admirable trait is his candid nature. he's straightforward with most people—if he's angry, they'll definitely know. but with you? he'd rather swim the ocean day and night than take his anger out on you. well, that is, of course, unless you ask him to.
PAIRING // yoon jeonghan x fem!reader
GENRE // explicit smut, established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut, sub!reader, jeonghan tries to be angry hard!dom but is actually a soft!dom cause he's too in love with mc, not much plot tbh mostly just smut
WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex and fingering (f receiving), degradation, choking, hair pulling, some spanking, creampie, slight dacryphilia, orgasm denial(?) ig, mentions of mc's past relationship with ex!seungcheol
WORD COUNT // 8.6k
AUTHOR’S NOTE // me casually coming back on here and posting after almost 2 years of radio silence (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡ btw this is my very first svt fic hehe i started liking them like a month ago? watching going svt is the only thing keeping me sane during my second year of uni :') i love jeonghan and all his manipulating mind games & cheating ways, it's the most attractive thing to me !! might drop a wonwoo fic soon too bcs he's a cutie and his wip is coming along nicely. hope u guys have been doing good hehe do like and reblog if u enjoy reading this, song rec is blue foundation - eyes on fire (skeler remix)
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Jeonghan isn't a particularly placid man. He's not excessively ill-tempered per se, but he is remarkably patient when it comes to you. You know how he is when he's angry, and you can't recall a single time when you've been on the receiving end of his wrath.
When something ticks him off, his eyes will darken and the heated stare he gives is shrouded beneath his lashes. When he is truly livid, he'll usually walk away from the situation, and there'll be no room for anyone to say something they'll end up regretting later on.
It's incredible, really, that he possesses the ability to bottle his anger up when it involves you. Anger is an emotion that can rarely be suppressed, but Jeonghan does it with remarkable ease.
On any other day, perhaps you'd appreciate his effort to control his anger, but not tonight. You've made a serious mistake, one that goes against the one thing Jeonghan had explicitly stated from the start of your relationship—keeping secrets is a recipe for a failed relationship, so if you have something important to say, just say it. Jeonghan is a great boyfriend. He gives you the freedom and privacy to do things you want to do, but this particular boundary was crystal clear, and you just crossed it.
It was your fault, really. You had broken up with Choi Seungcheol only a year prior to dating Jeonghan. The break-up had been a mutual agreement, and there were no hard feelings involved. Over time, you gradually drifted apart and had minimal to no contact until... well, two weeks ago.
It had been at a dinner party hosted by one of your acquaintances, someone who just happened to be Seungcheol's cousin. Jeonghan hadn't been able to accompany you, so you hadn't been able to introduce him to Seungcheol. Meeting Seungcheol again after more than a year hadn't been awkward. It was like meeting up with an old friend.
Tonight, however, the universe seems like it's conspiring against you. You had been preparing dinner when you heard a notification chime on your phone. You had haphazardly tossed your phone onto the living room couch before cooking, and your boyfriend just happened to be doing his Lego in the living room, so you called out to him to check the notification.
There was shuffling in the living room as he stood. When he strolled into the kitchen, his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he held your phone in one hand, eyes fixed on the screen. "Who's Choi Seungcheol and why is he asking to catch up over lunch?"
Fuck.
To be fair, you really weren't expecting Seungcheol to contact you after the dinner party. You had gone without contacting each other for more than a year, so what changed now? You had told him that you found someone new, so he definitely knew there was no possibility of rekindling your relationship. He was most likely trying to be friendly, but you understand why it would seem questionable to Jeonghan.
Contrary to what you expected, Jeonghan hadn't gotten angry at you. He simply listened to your explanation and nodded. He became quiet, a glazed look in his eyes that you couldn't interpret. Then, he sets your phone down on the kitchen counter and hummed. Oh, he was annoyed, that much was obvious.
"Okay, well, I trust you. Just... don't do it again," Jeonghan spoke with a slight frown, then walked out of the kitchen as though you hadn't just violated the one, single rule that you had both agreed to abide by.
Perhaps you've gone stupid, because as your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen, you found yourself trailing close behind him. A tinge of irritation slowly bubbled up in your chest as you watched him casually plop down onto the floor to continue doing the Lego set he had been doing since earlier.
"Is that it?" you asked him.
Jeonghan momentarily diverted his attention from his Lego to meet your gaze. He blinked a few times. "I'm sorry?"
"You just... you're not even getting angry at me?"
"Um, am I supposed to be angry at you?"
You were taken aback by his response because it suddenly occurred to you just how silly you sounded. Did you really want him to get angry at you?
"Yes?"
Jeonghan nodded wordlessly, seemingly mulling over something in his head.
"I made a mistake, you should be mad at me."
There was a pregnant pause before he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous about it. If anything, it sounded a little... sinister. "You want me to get mad at you, baby? Want me to show you how I'm really feeling?"
You swallowed. Suddenly, you felt small under the weight of his unyielding stare. You shouldn't have nodded, shouldn't have ever said anything about it at all, because now, Jeonghan has you on the bed, doing the one thing you had practically begged him to do—take his anger out on you.
"G-God, please..." You're not sure what it is you're begging for. It's hard to think straight when Jeonghan is between your legs, lapping at your dripping cunt with his tongue. He had warned you not to touch him, but after several attempts of burying your fingers into his silky hair, he decided to take matters into his own hand, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your heaving chest.
Your fingers continuously curl and uncurl against your chest, desperately trying to grab at something to ground yourself. The pleasure coursing through you makes your head spin, your mouth feeling as dry as cotton as you continue to chant your boyfriend's name.
Jeonghan hums against you, mouth suckling at your swollen bundle of nerves. Your jaw drops open at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as you let a moan slip past your lips. He repeats the cycle a few more times—kissing, sucking, licking—until you feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach.
To your disappointment, Jeonghan withdraws his mouth from you but is quick to replace it with his fingers. He's familiar with your body by now, knowing what gives you the most pleasure and which spots to press to have you coming undone in minutes.
He's rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb, middle and ring fingers ghosting over your hole, not dipping in, only lingering there to serve as a reminder of the control he has over you. "Keep your hands there," he says, squeezing at your wrists once as a warning. Then he lets go of your hands and settles his palm on the inside of your thigh, spreading you open further.
"Jeonghan..." you whimper, legs beginning to shake as the telltale sign of your climax begins to show.
"I need you to cum on my fingers once before you can have my cock," he says, voice coming out huskier than normal.
Straining your neck, you peer down at your boyfriend with half-lidded eyes, only to feel a rush of heat in your stomach when you see that he's already looking at you. In the dim light of your bedside lamp, you can just make out his blown-out pupils, almost obscured beneath the strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. His lips curl up into a wicked smirk, and your focus shifts from his eyes to the way his mouth glistens with your wetness. It feels so shameful, but the sight only makes you drip even more.
"My angel wants me to be angry at her, right?" he asks you, pressing down harder on your clit, which makes you yelp with surprise, head dropping back onto your pillow.
"Don't stop, please, I'm cumming... F-Fuck!" It's all you manage to say as you begin to writhe under Jeonghan's hold.
He clicks his teeth in disapproval when you shift your hands from your chest to your sides, fingers tightly grabbing at the bedsheet, twisting at it recklessly. He lets it slide, however, knowing you're trying your best not to touch him like he knows you so desperately want to.
His ring finger dips into your hole just slightly, and the stretch isn't much, but it makes you keen anyway, breath catching in your throat as he plunges it deeper and deeper until it reaches his knuckle. He doesn't move it after that, keeping it buried there as he continues to play with your clit.
"I've barely even started and you're already like this," he says in a mocking tone, teasingly biting down at your plush thigh. "Go ahead and cum for me, then. Show me how much you want my cock, baby..."
Your body caves to his words. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you cum with a loud moan that you don't even attempt to hide. Without warning, Jeonghan promptly replaces his thumb on your clit with his mouth, sucking hard, prolonging the pleasure. He doesn't mind the way your whole body is trembling or the way your thighs try to snap shut.
"H-Hannie, fuck... fuck..."
The way you're mumbling out incoherent words only makes the blood rush down to his cock. He's painfully hard in his pants, wanting nothing more than to sink himself right into your tight pussy. It's getting increasingly difficult to think with his head than his dick. His self-restraint is starting to fray at the edge.
"That's it, baby..." he mumbles, removing his ring finger from inside you, grinning when your hole tries to suck the digit back in.
With his index and middle finger, Jeonghan spreads your pussy lips apart, ignoring your whine of protest as he continues to stare at your soaked cunt. It's humiliating to be so exposed and vulnerable like this, but why do you enjoy it so much?
Jeonghan snickers, warm breath hitting your bare pussy. "Baby, I wish you could see yourself right now. Your cute pussy is clenching around nothing."
With a sheepish whine, you splay your hands over your face, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Hannie..." you grumble, hoping he would show you some compassion and stop teasing. But of course, Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't just stop there. You should know better by now that there is no one in the world more cunning and sly than your boyfriend.
Jeonghan pushes himself up into a sitting position, sighing when he sees the way you've covered your face. He doesn't like it when you hide from him but surprisingly doesn't say anything about it.
When you feel him shift on the bed, your curiosity gets the best of you. Peering cautiously through the gaps of your fingers, you're left dumbfounded at the sight of your boyfriend tugging his shirt over his head. The wisps of his dark hair that had been snagged by the shirt are left askew, and the view would be endearing if it wasn't for the devious look in his eyes as he looks at you.
Then he stands, and for a second, you're afraid he might leave you there. It wouldn't be unlike Jeonghan to suddenly leave. He's unpredictable, always trying to be a step ahead of everyone. This time, however, all he does is stand by the end of the bed, eyes roaming over your exposed figure as if trying to determine the next course of action that will deliver the most favourable outcome for him. Damn him and his mind games.
With slow movement, you press your legs together, concealing your most intimate part from your boyfriend. He shakes his head in disapproval, but you make no move to rectify your mistake. It's impossible not to hide from him when he's looking down at you as though he wants to devour you inch by inch—like a lion ogling at a wounded deer.
Very slowly, he begins to undo the string of his sweatpants. It aggravates you to see how composed he is, movements unhurried as if he doesn't see just how much you need him. Surely he notices how your eyes rove over his bare torso, committing to memory every little detail about his body even if you've seen it myriad times before. He's not particularly muscular; he's more lean than anything, elegant, and refined in all the right places. It only makes the waiting feel even more agonising.
"Don't tease, Hannie, please," you plead, your pulse quickening when he finally steps out of his pants.
"Don't tease? Aw, princess, you were the one getting all friendly with your ex, and now you want me to treat you like a good girl who hasn't been whoring around behind my back?" His tone is condescending, sending a surge of electricity up your spine.
You're suddenly reminded of what landed you in the current predicament in the first place. You want to explain and justify yourself, but you're rendered speechless when Jeonghan sweeps a hand down over his torso, eventually wrapping around his hard cock. He tugs once, twice, hissing slightly at the much-needed contact, smearing pre-cum all over the tip and shaft, the ring on his pinky glinting in the low light.
Sitting upright, you're about to speak and deny his previous statement, but the words die down in your throat when he suddenly climbs onto the bed, slowly crawling closer to you.
You squeak in surprise when he grabs at one of your legs, tugging you down just slightly so that your face is parallel to his. Then, he settles himself between your legs, cock pressed against your stomach. He has you right where he wants you.
Jeonghan captures your lips in a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours. You sigh into his mouth, tasting the remnants of your wetness on his tongue and lips. It's a pleasant mix of bitter and sweet, a combination that makes you feel dazed despite the fact that he hasn't done anything to you yet.
Jeonghan sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, relishing the way you mewl. He starts pressing wet kisses onto your jaw, trailing down to your neck and collarbone. "You smell so good, pretty," he mumbles against your skin, licking at your sternum.
Reaching a hand down, you grab at his hard cock, wanting nothing more than for him to slip himself inside. You're sure you're dripping down onto the bedsheet by now. Jeonghan, however, has other plans. You only get to pump him twice before he slaps your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. "Don't act like such an impatient whore..."
Your whine of protest trails out into a moan when Jeonghan suddenly wraps his mouth around your nipple. His mouth is hot against the sensitive bud, and the light grazes of his teeth against it makes you arch your back.
Jeonghan's eyes suddenly meet yours, hooded with lust. He's suckling so noisily, hips grinding into yours. It's so obscene—the way he's looking at you, the sounds he's making, the way his balls press down on your clit whenever he grinds into you. Feeling overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensory, you turn your head to the side, burying your face into your pillow as you huff out a shaky breath.
You should've known Jeonghan wouldn't be too pleased with this. He withdraws his mouth from your chest with a lewd pop. His hand leaves your wrist in favour of grabbing at your chin. His grip is harsh, but not enough to hurt. With a sharp yank, he forces you to face forward, where you have no other choice than to meet his eyes.
He clicks his tongue disappointedly, and your eyes flick down to his lips, red and puffy from sucking. This doesn't help your case at all, because Jeonghan immediately starts vigorously shaking your face left and right, compelling you to look back into his eyes. Your head feels dizzy, but you don't miss the look in his eyes. There's irritation swirling in them now, imbued with desire and the hunger to ravage your body until you're left a broken, muddled mess. It makes you shudder, legs squeezing tight on each side of his hips.
"You know better than to hide from me, right?" His thumb caresses the skin of your jaw. The touch is so soft, a stark contrast to the way he's glaring down at you. When you take a little too long to answer, Jeonghan taps at your cheek a few times, hard enough for you to feel the sting.
"Y-Yes..."
He coos, stroking your stinging cheek. "Mhm, but you're not behaving very well tonight, are you?"
"I've been good, Hannie," you assert, trying to maintain your composed front even though you desperately need him to fill you to the brim. You're aching, and you need his cock to soothe the pain. Noticing his sceptical gaze, you decide to reword your sentence. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."
Jeonghan is thinking about something, silently plotting something in his head. Fuck, you're screwed now. The intensity of his gaze tells you he's about to do something that's unlikely to be in your favour.
"You want to hide from me that bad, hm?"
You're quick to shake your head. "No, Hannie, I want you to see me."
Jeonghan scowls, pecking your lips once before sitting up on his knees. "On your stomach."
You frown, dread washing over you. He knows how much you loathe that position. "Jeonghan, please, no..."
Jeonghan's face remains impassive. "I won't ask you twice."
"You know I take a long time to cum when I can't see your face," you grumble, feeling your stomach churn, chest tightening.
"Who said you were cumming tonight?"
The question sends you into a frenzy. "Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, please..."
When Jeonghan has his mind set on something, no amount of begging or grovelling will sway him. He's glowering at you, and three seconds pass before you relent. Having his cock inside you is better than nothing at all.
"There you go, baby," he says when you finally shift onto your stomach. He's quick to straddle your thighs. "Wasn't so hard, was it?"
You say nothing, feeling sulky now that you can't look at your boyfriend's pretty face anymore. "Angh!" you yelp when you feel a spank on your ass. Jeonghan does it a few more times, rubbing the tender skin between each hit. The touch should be soothing, but it only makes your ass burn even more, raw from his smacking.
Gritting your teeth from the tantalizing sting, you bite back an apology, knowing it's probably the last thing Jeonghan wants from you. Saying sorry would only make it worst for you. He's testing you, pushing the boundaries to see how much you can endure before you break and plead for some semblance of his kindness. The longer you hold out, the better.
You feel him dip his head down, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale to breathe in your smell. The fragrance of your perfume and natural scent is exhilarating. He wants to stay there and breathe you in all day, fill his lungs with your sweet scent so that he can still smell you even when you're miles away from him.
A groan rumbles in his chest, you can feel it on your upper back, can hear it right beside your ear. He starts pressing kisses down your shoulder blade, digging his teeth into the smooth flesh.
"Keep your head down," he warns you, as though he knows about your urge to turn and look at him. He sits up, his knees on each side of your legs, willowy fingers kneading your hips.
You whine into your pillow, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. Your whole body is trembling, yearning to see him, touch him, tug on the silken strands of his dark hair. God, just the thought of it has slick gushing out of your throbbing hole.
"I'll be good," you promise him, voice coming out breathy, desperation bleeding through. "Just, please..." you beg, quietly moaning when you feel Jeonghan's hands on your inner thighs, spreading your legs just enough for him to comfortably press the tip of his leaking cock onto your cunt.
You hear him chuckle when your whole body stiffens, anticipating the moment when he'll finally fuck you full. He sighs to himself, looking at the way your pussy is all coated in your wetness, slick gushing out onto his cockhead as he brushes it over your clit.
"Hmm, but you only behave after you're caught doing something bad, isn't that right?"
You don't answer, unsure whether you should defend yourself or agree with his question. You gasp when you feel him slide in just slightly, stretching you out, tip prodding at your gummy walls just enough to make you feel the agonizing stretch. "More, Hannie," you mutter, practically drooling at the prospect that it would only take a roll of his hips for him to fill you up.
However, the delicious stretch never comes, and you're left there feeling stupid, panting with only his tip buried inside of you. You whine once, lifting your head to look back at him. Big mistake. You've barely craned your neck before you feel his hand pushing down onto the crown of your head, fingers yanking at your mussed-up hair, shoving the side of your face back into the pillow.
With a growl, Jeonghan leans down to press his lips against your ear. "What's with you today, princess? You've always been such a good girl for me, but you keep pushing my fucking buttons today. You want me angry, hm? Is that what you want?"
His crude words shouldn't make you feel the way you do, but when he speaks, his hot breath against your ear makes your eyes roll back, pussy clenching around the tip of his cock, desperate to suck more of him in. You respond with a quiet apology, voice quivering from the arousal wracking through your body. You crave him, ache for him like a desert thirsts for rain. "Need you..."
Then, as if he senses your distress, he decides to show you some mercy. Little by little, he slides into you, slipping in easily, aided by the wetness seeping out of your pulsating hole. He ignores the way you call out his name with a shattered gasp, slowly pressing forward until his hips are flush against your ass and his cock is snug in your heat, buried to the hilt.
You can feel Jeonghan's groan rumbling in his chest, and the noise makes your pussy clamp down on him tighter. You're fisting at the bedsheet, feeling relieved, desperate, and frantic all at the same time. God, why isn't he moving? You want him to fuck you into the bed, want him to ruin you, use you until you can barely remember your name.
Perhaps this is Jeonghan's way of taking his anger out on you—tormenting you until you're reduced to nothing but a sputtering, drooling wreck. Maybe he wants to see you plead, beg. Or maybe, he wants you to curse him out, chastise him, berate him for putting you through this torture.
Afraid of further repercussions, you decide to patiently wait, clenching your teeth to bite back from begging him to move. Seconds seem to drag on endlessly, and you resort to imagining the sight you'd be met with if you were to turn around. Would you see Jeonghan's face contorted into a mixture of frustration and hunger? Would his eyes be crazed and heated? Maybe he's enjoying the excruciating wait, peering down at you with an amused grin, tongue peeking out to rest against his lower lip just slightly. You're dying to know.
Then, as if he is satisfied with your unwavering determination to remain still for him, he loosens his hold on your hair, gently brushing the dishevelled strands back. His thumb extends out to stroke at the tendrils of baby hair stuck to your temple, damp with perspiration. "You want me to move, baby?"
The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you have half a mind to consider saying yes, but a nagging feeling tells you it might be a trick question. Jeonghan must've sensed your apprehension because you hear him chuckle.
Without any warning, he draws his hips back, pulling out until only his tip remains inside before plunging in again. Your jaw slackens into a silent moan. The lack of stimulation has made your body feel so attuned to his, sensitive to every little movement. You feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, feel his breath on your neck, and the ridges of the veins on his cock against your pussy.
"It's not a trick question, you know?"
You're quick to nod your head as best as you can. "Please move," you breathe out, feeling like you're on the verge of just turning around and demanding him to fuck you the way you both need it.
His hand grapples onto the sheets by your head, delivering another thrust into your cunt. His movement is languid, as though he wants to take his time. It's driving you crazy, just how collected he seems compared to you. Your body feels as though it's burning, lit ablaze by his kisses, touches, and every single point of contact between his skin and yours.
Your eyes zero in on his hand propped up on the bed, right in front of your eyes, honing in on the way the sheets bunch between his fingers and the way his ring sits snug on his pinky. Subconsciously, you reach out for it, fingertips digging into his knuckles, nails pinching into the skin when he thrusts again. The movement is more rushed this time, jostling you up on the bed just a little, which makes you gasp.
He removes your hand from him, hurriedly pressing your palm into the bed, cradling your hand from behind, his fingers sliding through the spaces of yours to intertwine them. The gesture feels so intimate, and it leaves you feeling disoriented. "Fuck, Hannie, so good..."
Jeonghan chuckles, peppering kisses all over your bare shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake wherever his lips meet your skin. "I've barely even started, baby."
Jeonghan pushes himself up onto his knees, letting go of your hand to place both his hands on your hips. He doesn't miss the way you groan at the loss of his warmth on your back, but he dismisses it. He pushes in once, twice, his gaze fixed on the point where his cock keeps appearing and disappearing into your drenched cunt.
You barely register it when Jeonghan hauls you up onto your hands and knees, lost in the thought of him, only comprehending the situation when he once again slides into your aching pussy. You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat, elbows buckling, almost sending your face flopping back into your pillow.
Jeonghan doesn't feel the need to take it slow anymore. His thrusts are no longer feeble, and his pace is steady. The sound of skin meeting skin fills his ears, mixed with your broken moans. It sounds like an obscene euphony, a harmony that makes his head feel foggy and hazed.
"Fuck, pretty, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" Jeonghan grunts, sneaking a glance down, only for his pace to falter when he sees the way your slick is coating your inner thighs. The view is so lewd, salacious, dirty, and messy. "My messy fucking baby," he mumbles, picking up his speed, eyes fluttering when he feels your walls tightening around him.
"Jeonghan... Jeonghan..." You're chanting his name like a mantra, eyes pinched close, savouring the feeling of being pumped full.
"Yeah... that's my name, baby," Jeonghan responds, restrain starting to slip, evident in the way his voice cracks just slightly at the last syllable. "Can you cum like this?"
You promptly shake your head. "N-No." It's not entirely a lie. You hate relying on your imagination like this. You want to be able to touch him, hold him, want to be able to look into his eyes as you let your orgasm crash down on you. You want to see the way his hair frames his pretty face, want to see his flushed cheeks and the sweat gathering at the dips of his collarbones. You want to see him, or you think you'll die on the spot.
"Good. Don't cum, princess."
"W-What?" you squeak out.
Jeonghan snorts out a laugh. "I told you before—you're not cumming tonight."
You gulp, stooping down low onto your elbow, too weak to support yourself up on your hands. "I wanna cum, H-Hannie... Please let me..."
Jeonghan only snickers, ramming into you harder, letting out a content sigh when your moans seem to escalate, becoming more wanton and desperate. You're squeezing him so tight, white ring of your milky slick forming a ring at the base of his cock, causing him to groan out loud. He'd like to think that he's in full control, but everything about you is making him feel delirious—your smell, your pussy, your moans.
Ever the competitive man, Jeonghan feels like he's losing this game. He's supposed to be angry at you, but why does it feel like you have the upper hand? Feeling irked by this sudden revelation, he stretches a hand out, wrapping it around your neck. He hears the surprised gasp you let out when he pulls you upright into his chest.
Your hands immediately fly up to circle around his wrist, taken aback by the sudden change of positions. His other arm slithers around your waist, keeping you balanced as he continues to fuck you from behind. "Fuck, Hannie, your cock feels so good," you can't help but murmur, arching your hips just slightly so he can reach deeper into you.
He scoffs, burying his face into the crook of your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the spot underneath your ear, strands of his hair tickling your skin. As he expects, your head lolls the other way, granting him better access to your neck. "Of course it feels good, baby. I've fucked you so many times your pussy is used to me now. Wouldn't be able to take another cock without thinking of mine, would you? Wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't my cock, right?"
His fingers dig into the sides of your neck, constricting just enough for you to gradually feel the drowsiness from the lack of air. It's intoxicating, being able to surrender yourself to another person completely, knowing they have you in the palm of their hand.
You're too preoccupied with the feeling of his hand around your throat to realise his other hand sneaking down to settle between your legs, middle and ring fingers starting to draw gentle circles into your bundle of nerves. It's almost too much—the way his cock slides in and out of you, the way his lips skim over your neck, the chokehold he has on you, the breathy groans he murmurs against your skin.
"Unghh! F-Fuck, Jeonghan, 'm gonna cum..."
He chuckles, delighted at the turn of events. He doesn't stop the motion of his fingers against your clit and instead presses down harder, making your head roll back onto his shoulder, a throaty moan spilling past your lips into the open air.
"Oh?" he says in a sardonic tone. "You said you couldn't cum like this. Or were you just lying to me, baby?" His mocking shouldn't have such power over you, but it makes your heart pound with the intensity of a raging storm.
"N-No, it's because you're... your fingers—"
"Hmm, what's with my fingers, angel?"
The fingers on your clit start moving faster, motions rushed and relentless, bringing you to the verge of your climax quicker than you would ever anticipate. The sudden shift in speed makes you cry out in shock, eyes pinching shut. You're quick to bring a hand down to his wrist, tugging, trying to yank his hand away from between your legs.
He doesn't relent, slapping your hand away and briefly resuming his assault on your aching bud. "Don't try to stop me now. I thought you wanted to cum."
"You told me not to," you rush out, heat starting to swell in your stomach, ready to burst.
Jeonghan lets out a chortle. "That's right, baby. Ah, you listen so well..." Stretching his tongue out, he licks a broad path up your neck, stopping right underneath your jaw, where he proceeds to suck the skin. He wants to mark you, claim you. What better way than to bruise your pretty skin, right? To show everyone only a sliver of what goes on between you and him behind closed doors.
"Oh, god, let me cum, please, please..." You have no other option than to resort to begging. Cumming without his consent would be catastrophic now. Not being able to see his face is punishment already to you, you're terrified of just how far he'd be willing to go to take his anger out on you.
Jeonghan presses the tip of his nose into the plushness of your cheek, humming as though he's weighing his options. "I don't think so, princess," he mumbles, the snap of his hips not once faltering, maintaining its hasty rhythm. "I don't think you deserve to cum."
You don't have much time left. Simple begging won't work now. You're wracking your brain for anything, anything. Forcing him to cum before you would be close to impossible, noting just how composed he seems. He's breathing hard, gravelly groans bubbling up in his chest, but he's nowhere near how wrecked you are.
Through your haze, you suddenly grow aware of the hand still draped over your throat. He's not pressing or squeezing, simply just letting his hand rest there as a means to keep you balanced on your knees as he fucks you open from behind.
Sheer desperation makes you reach both hands up to claw at the hand on your neck. You're clinging onto the last threads of your rationality, knowing if Jeonghan puts even the slightest amount of pressure on his grip, all your sanity will go out the window, and you'd be hurled face-first into your much-awaited orgasm. You're playing with fire, you know it, but you only have one chance.
"Unghh, f-fuck, please, choke me... I've been a bad girl, H-Hannie, choke me as punishment, and let me cum..."
You feel his mouth stretch into a grin against your cheek. Your walls are clenching around him so tight, pulsing, so hot and tight. He knows he has won. It's this notion of winning that has him thinking about giving in, but one look at your face has him reeling back his words. The furrow of your eyebrows, your slack jaw, your scarlet cheeks... it makes him feel sadistic. You wanted him to be angry at you anyway, what boyfriend would he be if he didn't give you any reason to make him angry?
Then, Jeonghan watches. He tightens the hand around your neck, and continues his assault on your clit with the other, all while he continues to ram his dick into you again and again. You start to babble out incoherent words, and that's when he finally strikes.
"Don't cum."
Those are the two simple words that send you dissolving into a whirl of pleasure and euphoria. Your ears feel like they're ringing as pure, white heat consumes you whole, moaning out your boyfriend's name repeatedly as you go rigid in his embrace. It's like shockwaves, rippling through you so forcibly you have no choice but to succumb to the raging tides, riding it out until you can fully apprehend the situation again.
Gradually, you begin to notice the way Jeonghan holds you tight to him, how both his hands wrap around your waist to keep your body pressed to his, how his hips have stilled, hard cock still sheathed in your throbbing heat. He's pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder, coaxing you down from your high.
Jeonghan lets your tired figure collapse onto the bed before sitting back and propping himself up on his heels. The sight is so endearing to him—you, still huffing breathlessly, hushed whines slipping past your lips at every exhale, so spent after only one orgasm. Jeonghan feels like it's so perverse of him to reach a hand down to stroke at his still-hard cock, touching himself to the sight of your curled figure. From this angle, he can see the mess between your thighs, remnants of your juices and his pre-cum smeared all over your puffy pussy lips. Oh, he definitely isn't done with you just yet.
He hears you mumble his name groggily. Jeonghan's not sure whether you're calling out to him or just saying meaningless things in your post-orgasm haze. He doesn't waste time thinking, though, immediately swooping down to cage you between his arms, kissing along your hairline. "Tired already?"
Your eyes flutter open, looking up at your boyfriend who hovers above you with a smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. Fuck, you're really in for it.
He coos at you, but it sounds sarcastic. "I told you to hold it, didn't I?"
You puff out a breath, shifting onto your back, obediently parting your legs so Jeonghan can slot himself in between them. "But your fingers—"
"Good girls don't talk back, do they, pretty?"
"N-No..."
He nods, eyes wandering downward, not trying to hide the way they zero in on your breasts. "No, they don't... But you're not a good girl, are you?" he asks, lowering himself to blow cool air onto your nipple, earning a choked gasp from you. Without any warning, he latches his mouth onto the skin at the top of your breast, sucking earnestly, not letting up until he's finally satisfied with the reddening of the skin there. He always loved to see the reddish hue of your hickeys turn into delicate shades of blue and purple as they heal.
"I can be your good girl..."
"No, no, baby, you're a lying whore who doesn't do as they're told."
"Hannie, I asked you so many times—"
Jeonghan doesn't give you a chance to object, immediately slanting his lips over yours. He pushes his tongue past your spit-coated lips, exploring every crevice of your mouth, letting his tongue tangle with yours lasciviously. He feels you sigh against his mouth, hands coming up to curl around the nape of his neck.
Reaching a hand down, he positions his cock over your entrance, plunging himself into your sopping pussy without any notice. It's easy to sink back into you—you're still sopping wet and stretched open from before.
Shocked, you break away from the kiss to let out a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break the skin there. "God, J-Jeonghan!"
He doesn't give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a rhythm that makes you arch your chest, pebbled nipples brushing against his front. You finally have the chance to look at him, really look at him. Fuck, you wouldn't trade this sight for anything else. He's the most beautiful thing you've ever had the privilege of seeing.
He notices your lovestruck eyes, cock twitching inside you as he pounds into you. He thinks you're so pretty, all splayed out underneath him, so pliant, letting him do whatever he pleases with you. Your hair fans out over the pillow under your head, thin tendrils of it clinging onto your dewy temple and neck. He understands why you love to see his face so much whenever you fuck—he thinks he could cum earlier than anticipated if you keep looking at him with that infatuated gaze.
"Fuck, baby..." he curses, and it's the first time you've seen him lose his composure. "Fuck, you're such a pretty little thing..."
Your body sings at the compliment, shuddering, legs pressing into his sides, wanting to close shut but unable to. You're light-headed, still sensitive from your previous orgasm, but this feels too good to stop. With quivering hands, you slip your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling carelessly. He's growing his hair out, so the length falls just shy of his shoulders, some strands curling over his neck like delicate tendrils of silk.
Jeonghan's low groan pulls you out of your dazed thoughts. "Hannie..."
"Mhm, am I fucking you good, gorgeous? No one else can fuck you like I can, hm?"
You rake your nails across the nape of his neck, whimpering when he shifts just a little, hitching one of your legs up and hooking it around his slender waist. He thrusts a few more times, and his cock brushes against a spot that has you jolting, mewling as he grazes it repeatedly.
"Oh? Right there?" Jeonghan noses at your cheekbone, listening to your gasps and whimpers, feeling his abdomen tighten at the obscene sounds you let out.
"R-Right there..."
"That's it... You think Seungcheol can get you like this?"
At the mention of your ex's name, you whine loudly. A part of you hadn't expected Jeonghan to remember the earlier incident, but you should've known better. It seems stupid to think Yoon Jeonghan wouldn't remember an incident that occurred only an hour ago.
"H-Hannie..."
"Hm, you gonna meet him for lunch? Gonna let him try to win you over? Gonna let him have what's mine?"
You shake your head, on the verge of sobbing, feeling your eyes fill with tears. "Wouldn't do that," you rasp. "I'm yours, Hannie..."
Jeonghan doesn't seem very convinced. "Yeah? You're mine?" he mutters against the apple of your cheek. His voice is low, any traces of anger or annoyance concealed. "You wanna say you're mine, with his contact still saved in your phone, baby? Don't be silly."
Your heel digs into Jeonghan's lower back, anchoring him to you as he continues to drill into you. "But I am yours—"
"Are you?"
"Y-Yes, always yours..." A hard thrust has you gasping, tears trickling down your temple, getting caught in your hair.
Jeonghan's pace stutters, distracted by the way you blink up at him through your damp lashes. Tears gather at your lash line, and he can't help but want more. It's a sick thought, but Jeonghan doesn't care much. How could he care when he's balls deep inside of you, feeling like he's about to explode from the way your heat wraps around him so well? He wants to see you cry for him, sob, snivel, all because you can't get enough of his cock. He wants you to cum so hard you see stars and forget about everything but him, him, him. Choi Seungcheol will be the last thing on your mind.
When Jeonghan lowers himself down onto his elbow, he seals his mouth to yours, kissing you fervently. It's a bruising kiss, teeth digging into lips, tongue rolling together in an alluring dance. After some time, Jeonghan reluctantly pulls back, taking a much-needed breath. He groans at the sight of your lips, all plump and damp with a mixture of his and your spit. "Fuck, baby... you're mine, aren't you?"
"Y-Yes, yes!" you babble, vision blurring as more tears fill your eyes.
"You're gonna let me fill you up? Have your pussy dripping my cum for days so you don't forget who you belong to. You like the sound of that?"
"God, yes, yes..."
Your thighs are starting to shake, Jeonghan can feel it on his hips. He brings his lips over yours again, not kissing you, just barely letting it brush over yours. He can feel every hot breath you release against his mouth. "Say his name, baby."
"Unghh... Hannie—"
He snickers. "I said his name, not mine," he says darkly, pecking your lips once.
You're confused and so goddamn frustrated. You're teetering on the precipice of your orgasm, and he wants to play mind games with you now? "No," you whine, shaking your head.
"No? Why are you so scared?"
"F-Fuck, please!"
"I won't get mad at you for saying it, princess." His voice has dropped down an octave. It feels like it's seeping into your brain, turning it into mush.
"C-Can't..." you murmur, drool gathering in your mouth the more Jeonghan splits you open.
"You can't? Why? Scared you might cum if you say his name? Scared you'll think of him when you cum?"
Your eyes grow wide in alarm. "N-No! I wouldn't do that, oh god, f-fuck..."
"Then say it or you're not cumming," he threatens, grinding harder into you, angling his pelvis just slightly so that it brushes against your clit every time he thrusts in. He watches your eyes roll back, pleasure fogging up your brain. He feels your juices coat his pelvis, splashing over his lower abdomen. Whenever his cock dips in and out, the wet sounds resound throughout the room, and it makes him hiss. "Say it," he repeats, knowing he won't last much longer.
You frantically shake your head, moans coming out stuttered. "N-No, please don't, I can't...Hannie—"
Jeonghan notes the way you're starting to sound distant. "Say it or I'm leaving you here to cum by yourself."
Your eyes meet his—frazzled, panicked, dazed. "Please, I can't!"
"You wanted me mad, right? This is it, princess. Show some gratitude and say his fucking name."
You're trying hard to read him, to possibly decipher his intentions, but it's so hard when you feel like you're on the verge of passing out from the onslaught of pleasure. You reach one hand down to rake at the skin of his lower back, earning a throaty groan from him, a sound that makes your skin prickle. Your other hand settles on his face, cupping his jaw softly, as if begging him.
Your eyes roam over his face, taking in his exquisite beauty that always leaves you short of breath. His tousled hair hangs over his forehead, dangling in front of his eyes, dark like pools of obsidian, drawing you into their depth. There's a radiant flush that colours his cheeks, drawing your attention to the contour of his cheekbones and jaw, dusted lightly with sweat, highlighting the sharp features. Then his lips—so inviting and soft, parting with each breath.
Jeonghan feels almost flattered under the weight of your affectionate stare. He briefly closes his eyes, breathing in through his nose, trying to pull himself together. He tries to push everything out of his mind—your delicious sounds, your intoxicating scent, your warm cunt around his cock. It's your sweet, quiet whine that pulls him out of his reverie. When he locks eyes with you again, he knows there's nothing he can do to delay his impending climax—not when you're looking up at him so tenderly, eyes fixated on him like a moth drawn to a mesmerizing flame.
"I c-cant... Don't make me say his name, p-please..."
Jeonghan swallows hard, one hand curving at the nape of your neck. With his grip he tilts your head up, letting your lips caress his. "Say my name, then. Say my name when you cum. Look at me and show me who you belong to..."
You cum with a shout of Jeonghan's name, your whole body shaking at the sudden explosion. You squirm in your boyfriend's hold, toes curling over the back of his thighs as the pleasure ravages your whole body, surging through every nerve and every cell. It's numbing and so overwhelming at the same time, every inch of your skin humming with electricity, and every vein feeling like they've been set ablaze. For a moment, nothing else in the world matters except you and Jeonghan, entwined in each other as you lose yourself in the whirlwind of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, should I fill you up, baby?" Jeonghan's voice quivers just slightly.
The question sends another flood of ecstasy through you, cunt fluttering around his cock a second time. "Yes, yes—"
Your voice is like a siren's call to him, beckoning him, tempting him. Jeonghan is only a man, and he's not immune to a force as powerful as you. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he finally empties himself inside you with a drawn-out groan. Your tight cunt is pulsing so tightly around him, milking him, forcing every drop of cum to spill into you and coat your walls. A rather high-pitched whine escapes his lips as he slumps into you, hips flushed to yours, aching balls slick with the mixture of your release and his.
You're panting heavily as you wrap your arms around Jeonghan, blinking up at the ceiling blearily, feeling filled to the brim with his cum still in you. Despite having the urge to clean yourself up and get rid of the stickiness between your legs, you lie there for another minute, feeling so content with Jeonghan's weight atop yours and his lips on your neck. Being with him is pure bliss.
"Jeonghan," you say softly after some time, not wanting to ruin the peace and quiet.
He hums, rolling over to the side to lie on his back, letting his softening cock slip out of you. He pulls you into him with one arm, allowing you to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets out a pleased sigh, one hand grazing over your bare back, fingertips gliding down the dip of your spine.
Placing a palm on his chest, you rest your chin on the back of your hand, gazing up at him tiredly. He seems to glow so prettily, eyes fluttered shut and a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Despite the heaviness of your eyelids, you gather your resolve, knowing that you still have something to clarify with him.
Without thinking too much, you mumble Jeonghan's name again and smile when his eyes flutter open to peer down at you drowsily. His free hand comes up to brush back the hair from your eyes.
"I'm sorry for not letting you know," you mutter, the weight of your guilt just now settling in your heart. If you don't apologise now, the feeling might devour you whole. "I should've told you..."
The hand on your back ceases moving, palm splaying on your upper back, warm against your skin. "Baby, I wasn't really—you know—angry about it. I was a little stumped, sure, but... I trust you. I always trust you."
You shake your head, pulling yourself up slightly to look at him better. "You deserve to be angry. Jeonghan, you should be so angry at me. I should've told you as soon as I got home from that dinner party."
Jeonghan chuckles, much to your dismay. "Okay, then why didn't you?"
"I just... didn't think it was important. I felt like it wasn't anything worth telling you. It's not a good excuse, I know."
"Is Seungcheol important to you?"
Your eyes widen in disbelief, unable to fully grasp what you just heard. "What! No, of course not!"
"Then what's there to apologise about?" Jeonghan says with a snicker. "Did you kiss him at the party? Did he try to make any move on you? Did he seem interested in you?"
"No to all of those. I... I told him I already found someone else," you admit in a quiet voice.
When Jeonghan smiles at you, it looks somewhat smug. "That's my girl... Besides, it wasn't his face that you were sitting on when you got back home from that party, was it?"
Appalled by Jeonghan's words, you bring your palm down on his chest, smacking him. "You're disgusting, Yoon Jeonghan."
He only laughs, eyes crinkling as he pulls you even closer. "Don't act like you don't love it."
You say nothing, only bringing your head down to rest it on his chest again. His heartbeat is strong against your ear, and his skin feels warm under your cheek.
"So..." Jeonghan begins. "Round two in the shower?"
He doesn't have to ask twice—you're already off the bed and sauntering towards the bathroom.
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SMOOOOCHES!!! hello sweetheart!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
I hope you’ve been well since the last time I came on here!! (little update on my test results: everything came back clean except a few things came back indecisive but nothing to worry about! Chronic illness doesn’t seem to be getting any worse as of right now.) but asides from that here’s a little drabble as I was re-reading a few of my earlier drabbles from last year!
We know fragile!reader despises examinations and having to endure the painful injections every few weeks when Dottore batches up a new medicine. However, what if it backfires completely? Causing fragile!reader to be in an even weaker condition, barely able to move and clinging onto Dottore as tightly as they can. Perhaps running a fever, feeling miserable as they feel as if though their whole body is being pricked by thousands of needles as they shake from their fever. Dottore would try his best to not let his emotions show, but deep down he’s panicking and trying to figure out how he can cancel out the current “medicine” running through their body. To say Dottore feels guilt is an understatement, he knows that any medicine that they take can easily backfire quickly, but he never would’ve thought the symptoms would be so severe. :( once their condition stabilizes I like to think Dottore keeps them close for at least a few days, just to make sure everything is fine. Even if it means they’ll be all clingy to him, he’d rather they be safe and alive rather than induced in a coma once again.
A bit of fluff: I like to think Zandy definitely also tries to cheer you up after the whole ordeal. He’s not sure why you weren’t visiting or reading books to him anymore, other than that “you were busy with Dottore”, is what you had told him. But even the little baby knows you look more weaker (even if it’s been a few days, your condition had still worsened anyways). So perhaps he tries to draw you adorable silly drawings, and also show you his “safe” experiments. (Lest he get a scolding from Zandik or the clones again…)
‘m giving you so many chu chus n cuddles like always smooches hehe gonna make your cheeks all rosy pinky! <33 I hope you have a lovely day n spend it with a smile like always!
-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ
HELLO MY DEAR 🎐 ANON!! Ahh I'm so glad your results were okay! I'm so happy for you and for getting through all of this! *hugs you* And I LOVE this brainrot! ❤️ I've always brainrotted about this idea hehe because angst of Dottore failing... teehee.
Dottore, being the skilled scholar he is, never fails to concoct new medications and treatments for you in hopes of creating something that sticks, along with the actual cure. These meds always go through a few rounds of testing, on his experiments of course (as you said before) but sometimes there is only so little that can be done. After all, your body is very different from the average person's. So, there have been times when the things he's given you didn't agree with your body very well, but they were never anything drastic. However, that was until this instance.
Dottore is a confident man. He's smart, he plans ten steps ahead, and things always go exactly as he orchestrated or predicted them to. So that's why he expected nothing different to be with this batch, maybe you'd have a few minor side effects that he'd note and so on, but he expected you to be fine, to then whine about how all of this was so much work, and he'd only hum at your complains to which you'd pout at. In the beginning, you seemed fine. Looked fine, your vitals were fine. But in a matter of minutes, when you got off the operating table, all of that changed, as dizziness and blurriness.
You tried to wave off Dottore's concern, observing your worsened state immediately, but your resistance was futile as your knees buckled, though your husband caught you before you could fall. Your skin was on fire, sapping away your strength as you couldn't even bring your hand up to stop your hacking and coughing. You try to speak but everything hurts far too much for you to muster your words, and you can barely process the muffled voices, footsteps against the floor, and hands running over your body (he must have called a few segments in too.) You pass out soon after, unable to see the blank look on Dottore's face, how his hands don't shake, how he is unfaltering and flawless in his steady work to counteract what he put in his body. Unable to see what only you can see - what he's really feeling underneath everything.
You don't wake up until a few days later, to which Dottore spent trying to figure out where he went wrong constructing this medication. If only he had been more careful, if he had run more tests, perhaps this may not have happened. Perhaps he wouldn't be the cause of your even weaker state. But even when you wake up, you just smile at him, assuring him that you're okay. You'd never blame him. Even though this was all this fault. He despises it sometimes, how you're so kind and forgiving. It's a weakness.
Sure, Dottore has a lot of work to be done, and having you around so much serves as a distraction to his work... but he'll let it slide. Just for a bit. At least it is a reminder to him that you're not permanently sleeping again.
Zandy, despite being left out of the loop many times, mostly due to your insistence that he not be burdened with your own troubles, can still sense something is wrong after a while. Yes, he's a child, but he's a rather smart one. And a very attentive one when it comes to his favorite person, you. He can see how much time you spend for "check-ups" with the segments and Prime now, far more than what it used to be... how you always look exhausted but force yourself to perk up and smile around him, assuring him you'll play with him "next time", even though numerous "next times" have passed. Zandy doesn't know the exact details, but that's okay, he can see what you're going through. So obviously he's going to try and make you smile! In the time he's not with you, he spends it doing all the things you like to do too. Drawing you two together of course, in a happy little house in Sumeru where the two of you play outside together all day with no worries! Maybe he even tried baking by himself to surprise you with something yummy (quickly stopped by a segment before he hurt himself or perhaps blew up the lab.) Maybe the child should take up sewing... maybe he can sew a little Puffttore squish ball for you! Oh, but you always told him to stay away from needles... well, it's okay if you don't find out until after the fact, right?
#smooches talks#🎐 anon#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#zandy bb <3#giving you a million more chu chus!! and cuddles!!#i always luv luv ur brainrots!#only one post for tonight bc im eepy
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hi kiaa!! i hope youre doing good and school is going good too :) dont overwork yourself pls girl 😩❤️
since requests are open i figured id come and request something!! how would the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) react to the reader being extremely sick? how would they take care of the reader? would they be scared of catching the sickness? etc etc. ❤️
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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: yeee, uni's been fine! i'm done until september now so all I really have to do is pray I've passed all my modules (looking at you, spanish and latin american culture and italian history) and do my summer reading for next year's modules <3 and i make sure to never overwork myself on my blog! i really like what i do here anyway so i can manage lots of writing hehe
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight angst in Jacob's part
｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad
♡ Altaïr takes a break from his work to look after you. When he knows you'll do alright on your own for a while, he'll go out to train for a few hours to stay in shape but that and cooking meals for you are the only times he'll be leaving your side.
♡ he'll do everything he can to keep your temperature normal whether it's tenderly wiping down your body with a cool, damp cloth while another is folded over your forehead or he's having to bundle you up with blankets while he spoon feeds you, he'll stay by your side to keep you company and will be reading books while you rest.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore
♡ Ezio brings in whatever doctors he can find to look after you but he'll be hovering around in the meantime to make sure they're treating you well and being careful (he'll honestly treat you like you're made of glass).
♡ he'll stay by your side for as long as possible and even if he has to leave you in Claudia's or a doctor's care for the day, he's in the kitchen in the evening cooking meals that Maria taught him to make and then sitting on the edge of your bed to feed them to you while he asks how you've been and he tells you about his day.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnaké:ton | connor kenway
♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton will treat you himself for as much is in his ability to before he goes into town to call out a doctor to see you. He'll diligently follow any perscriptions that you're given and he'll put almost everything on hold to look after you. He grew up without a father, he lost his mother and his whole village - he's not going to lose you too.
♡ he'll make sure you get enough fresh air, enough water, enough to eat. He'll be making herbal concoctions for you to help you heal faster. He just wants to see you better again.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian
♡ he calls in the best doctors he can right away. He doesn't want to leave your side and he'll take some time away from the brotherhood is he has to. He'll cook for you, light meals like soups or stews that are easier for you to eat in your current state.
♡ he'll read to you but he keeps his distance a little. He doesn't want the both of you to get sick because then he won't be able to look after you.
｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye
♡ Jacob's never really been good at the caretaker role. Even when he was younger and Evie was ill, their father was the one to look after her while he was just left to his own devices. Jacob would always notice that he didn't receive the same level of emotional care from his father when he fell ill though.
♡ so, he calls in a doctor/nurse and follows all the instructions they give him to look after you. He doesn't care if he gets ill too, he'll cuddle with you and chat with you and he'll even sing quietly to you while cooling your forehead with a damp cloth or bundling you up in blankets. He'll basically care for you in every way he's advised and then in every way he noticed Evie got but he didn't from their father but he always wanted. He doesn't want you to feel the way he did.
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Hiiiiiii I love ur Randy stuff so like…. What if Randy and reader were trying out role playing their fav horror characters (reader as final girl, Randy as the slasher) but he keeps calling out reader for being ooc, so reader gets annoyed and makes them switch roles. And Randy is like,,,, INTO it 🫣
anon. anon..... u r the love of my life i fear we are to be married in three days time bc omggggggg THIS REQUEST DID SOMETHING TO ME...... thank you. anyways i rlly hope you like this!!!!! i had sm fun writing it hehe >:) and maybe perhaps ill do a part two for this later on but for now hehe
Randy Meeks x GN!Reader
WORD COUNT: 1482
WARNINGS: nsfw, roleplay (killer/victim,) predator/prey dynamics, knife play, degradation, dom!reader, sub!randy, dry humping, premature ejaculation, implication of oral (reader recieving), lot's of 'victim's and 'slut's are said, mention of having a safeword but it's not used, sorta kinda proofread yall know me at this point
“They wouldn’t do that!” Randy’s voice calls out again, back to his usual tone with a hint of annoyance. You pause, grinding your teeth as you turn around. You had just reached the front door of the cabin you and Randy had rented for the weekend for your little roleplay and he had dropped the act in an instant, huffing from behind you. His mask is off and held in his hand at his waist, his eyes narrowed. “You should’ve run up the stairs.”
“Randy, c’mon-”
“I’m serious! Why would you run outside?”
“Because that’s what I’d do if a masked killer was chasing me!” You huff, tugging at the pajamas you were wearing. “Are you sure you even want to do this? You say you want the whole ‘thrill of the chase’ and then keep stopping to tell me I’m fucking it up.” Randy sighs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to him.
He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m being a dick, I know.” You hum, agreeing, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulls back from you and shrugs. “Maybe I’m just not gonna be able to get the vision out of my head… I don’t know, let’s just… stop for the night, okay?”
“No, no, I want to do this with you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stare at him for a moment, your mind searching for a solution, when an idea hits you. Your soft smile turns slightly sinister as you reach down, taking the mask from him and running your finger along the white ghostly face. “I have an idea… if you’re up for it.” You say quietly, looking up at Randy.
He cocks an eyebrow at you, noting your change in demeanor. “Alright… I’m intrigued. Can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on by your smile… I think it’s sexy how scary and cryptic you’re being.” You snort at his words, rolling your eyes. “So… what’s your idea, baby?”
“Let’s swap places. You’ll be the sexy guy home alone…and I’ll be the killer.” You palm him, the fabric of both his jeans and his costume impeding most of your touch, but you get the desired result; Randy groans under his breath, eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments. “That way you can be the perfect victim for me, won’t you baby? Get your adrenaline running… get the chase you’ve always wanted… but you’ll just be the one getting chased.”
You can see the gears turning in his head as he considers it, his eyes flicking upwards towards the ceiling before he shrugs. “Fuck it, why not.” Randy takes a slight step away from you and pulls the costume off of him, bundling it up and passing it off to you. He watches with an eager smile as you pull the robe over your clothes. “Might need this,” he hums, passing you the large hunting knife and the sheath from his belt, and you grin, holding it tightly before you pull the mask onto your face. “You look sexy.”
Grinning, you tilt your head to the side in silence. Randy’s eyes have a flicker of recognition of you taking your role seriously. He gives you a wink. “Right, right. Silent killer, only taunting when they’re ready…” He looks around the dim cabin and shrugs. “Wanna start back up where you and I left off, then?” You answer by slowly pulling the knife from its sheath, the blade bright against the dark background. Randy turns on his heel and runs, bolting up the steps. You follow quickly, hot on his trail.
Randy puts up a pretty good fight. He’s faster than you and he dives into the character of ‘final boy’ with ease, kicking you off of him when you finally catch up and grab ahold of his shirt. He curses, breaking character to reach over to you and ask if you’re alright. You respond with a slice of the knife, grazing his arm.
He yelps, stumbling back onto his ass as he clutches his arm, staring at the thin cut across his arm before you jump on top of him, pushing him onto his back and pinning him to the floor. “Get off me!” Randy says, struggling underneath you, but the sight of the blade waving in front of his face causes him to still. You sit back onto his stomach, your legs on either side of him. Carefully and silently, you drag the tip of the knife down his face.
“Pretty little Randy,” you coo, an edge to your voice he had never heard before. “So desperate to get chased around and fucked, right?” He swallows heavily, flinching away from the knife as you drag it along the side of his face. His lips part, ready to say something, wincing when you dig the knife into his cheek a little harder. “Don’t fucking talk.” You fix the mask on your face, allowing you to see a bit better, before you remove the knife from his face. Scooting backwards, you grind against his clothed cock and laugh cruelly at the bulge you can feel. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
Randy shakes his head, his cheeks flushing, but he can’t deny the way he lifts his hips to grind against you harder or the small gasp he lets out. “N-No, I’m not,” he says, his voice catching at the end as you grind down against him harder. “Fuck, fuck, o-okay…” Randy swallows hard, closing his eyes. “I kinda am.”
“Isn’t that just pathetic.” You hum, setting a slow pace against him. The movement of your hips was driving him crazy, whimpers spilling from his lips despite his best efforts to hold them back. “Aww, is it feeling good? Your heart’s beating like crazy,” you say as you lay your hand flat against his chest, the knife in your other hand coming to rest against his neck. “I can feel it. You know what else I can feel?”
“Wh-what?”
“How much of a slut you are.” You leer, digging the knife into his neck, just enough to scare him. Well, scare a normal person. Instead, Randy’s eyes shut and he lets out a loud groan, his hips sputtering slightly against your still-grinding hips. You grin, tilting your head again. “See? Only a dirty, disgusting, depraved whore would like this. Bet you’re close, too, aren’t you, Randy?”
He shakes his head, gulping, his eyes still squeezed tight. “M’not, fuck, I’m not close.”
“No? So if I stopped, you’d be alright with that, then?” You question, purposely slowing your hips down. Randy whines, shaking his head despite the threat of the blade, and you grin. “See? You want me to keep going so you can cum in your pants with a knife to your neck.” You grind down harder, rolling your hips, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. You had to pretend you weren’t into this just as much as he was.
Randy's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums in his jeans, his hips thrusting upwards to gain even more friction against you. “Fuck,” he pants as you finally slow your hips down, still positioned on top of him. He blinks up at you, letting the mask come into focus when he laughs, reaching up and pulling it off of you. “That was fucking amazing. You did way better at being the killer, honestly.”
You snort, leaning down to kiss him briefly before sitting back up. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” You ask with a tilt of your head, your smile growing at the confusion on his face. You drag the tip of the knife down his chest gently, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue before slipping the blade under his shirt and slicing. Randy flinches at the sound of the cutting fabric, his heart hammering in his chest.
“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He asks, looking down as he watches you trail the knife over his stomach to his freckled chest. “C-come on, knock it off.”
“You know what to say to get me to stop,” you say harshly, though your eyes are a little softer, searching his fear-filled eyes to see if he needed a break. When he doesn’t respond with the safe word, you grin, standing up. “Stay fucking still,” you grunt, putting the knife inbetween your teeth as you pull your shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the side before settling back down over his lap. “Be a good little victim and do what I want and maybe, just maybe,” you coo as you slide up his body, hiking your costume up over your hips, and it’s clear by the glint in his eye that he understands what you want. “I’ll let you live."
#b does ft13#f1nalboys masterlist#f1nalboys writing#f1nalboys works#scream#scream 1996#scream 1997#scream 2#randy meeks#randy meeks x reader#randy meeks x y/n#randy meeks x you
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WRITEBLR INTRO
— about me
Hii, my name is Kaiati (Kai - uh - tee), but I'd prefer you refer to me as Kai if that's too confusing. 19, 20 in August. Afro-Latinx (Haitian and Cuban). any prns but prefer They/them. Genderfluid. Queer.
This honestly is long overdue, and that's mostly because of my weird obsession with perfection paired with my GAD (anxiety) that I have just been stalking other writeblrs and procrastinating on my own.
I'm an aspiring writer, and my work ranges from speculative fiction. Fantasy, historical, supernatural, sci-fi, ghosts, eldritch terrors. I love it all, typically lgbtq+ and bipoc-centered to mundane romance (I'm a sucker for a good romance). I fell in love with writing after reading Narnia when I was 10???? Still never finished anything. I'm pretty new to this and tumblr in general since I never really was the type to be active even though I have several other old accounts, but this time I'm gonna make more of an effort and promise to be active instead of lurking on your pages, hehe.
— genres I love
Fantasy / Science Fiction / Contemporary / Mystery-Thriller / Folktales and Fairytales / Horror / Gothic folk / Romance ** I also live and breathe angst if I'm not balling my eyes out over fictional characters, then what's the point**
— tropes
found family . rivals to lovers . friends to lovers . opposites attract . sibling dynamics . revolting against the patriarchy (eat the rich!) . sapphic mermaids and other monsters and mystical creatures (monster girls in general) . girls in blood .
— my writing
...or lack thereof, I have a bunch the most I focus on now are:
Project JOG (all of the titles are wip cuz im lazy)
Captain Sooyoung had always dreamed of proving her worth as a fighter, yet after years of hard work, her achievement resulted in guarding the South Gate and examining merchants and produce. But when her father summoned her to the Capital, her hopes were reignited, only to be immediately shattered as she discovers she is being demoted to the guardian of a traitor, Jiwoo. Sooyoung abhors her assignment; the two women despise each other. However, as they get to know one another, they begin to form an unlikely bond. Despite their growing friendship, Sooyoung can't help but feel suspicious about Jiwoo's anonymous nocturnal absences. Sooyoung must keep her guard up and uncover Jiwoo's secrets before they threaten to destroy her, as well as her kingdom. This is a tale of trust, love, and deception, testing the strength of bonds forged on the battlefield.
Project HML
Jaebeom, a gumiho sentenced to eternal damnation for his crimes. Haunted by the endless suffering of his one true love, Jaebeom is forced to watch her die and be reborn in each of her lifetimes. But all hope is not lost when an unlikely ally presents him with an opportunity to earn his love's freedom. Armed with determination and a thirst for revenge on those who wronged him, Jaebeom embarks on a dangerous mission to find a mysterious scroll that holds the key to his lover's release. However, collecting enough despair to gain favors for his journey proves to be a difficult task until he meets Ada, a young businesswoman with a dark past and an even darker future. Forced to work together, the two soon form a bond that complicates their mission, threatening to derail everything Jaebeom has worked so hard for. Will they be able to overcome their differences and save his lover before time runs out, or will their own selfish desires get in the way?
Project BHA
Coretta's life takes a drastic turn when her younger brother falls ill. Determined to find a cure, she joins forces with a warlock named Lysander on his quest to protect the magic realm. But as they journey deeper into a world of danger and mystery, Coretta realizes that her own inner demons may pose an even greater threat. With Lysander by her side, she must navigate treacherous terrain and face her deepest fears in order to uncover the truth behind her brother's ailment and the secret that threatens to tear apart the very fabric of their reality. From magic spells to mythical creatures, the pair face impossible challenges and unexpected betrayals as they race against time to save the magic realm from mortal hands. But as secrets are revealed, and tensions rise, Coretta must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she will make to achieve her ultimate goal. Will she be able to save her brother and restore order to the magical world, or will her own inner demons ultimately be her downfall?
— What I'm looking for
More writers to follow!
books and recommendations
Beta readers/Critique Partners for fun ofc (i will also beta read for people if you want!)
Good vibes and friends
I also love and would like to play tag games but bear with me. I'm really shy, so it'll take a while...
I'm sure everyone on here has this problem, but it is really hard for me to finish anything, I get all in my head, and I end up deleting everything and moving on to another project I probably won't finish, but I'm hoping that through being on here and meeting writers and their incredible stories will give me the courage to finish my own.
As you can see, I ramble when I'm nervous but yeah! Excited to be here!!
— I'm also on here
wattpad
Archive of Our Own
Pinterest
Fin.
#writeblr#writeblr intro#black writblr#blackwriters#black writers#writeblr introduction#new to writeblr#queer writers#lgbt writers#writers of tumblr#latinx writers#will edit this later
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Hello ^^ I’m honestly pretty late, but may I partake in the event?
Name— Suzuni or nickname of Suzu
Description— I enjoy writing stories (though I more often than not find myself daydreaming about what I could write instead lol) and artistic activities such as painting/art & ceramics. Ofc I suck at my hobbies 👍👍 (I think so anyway)
I like,, honestly I have no idea. Daydreaming/picturing scenarios in my mind? I do it rlly often lol, so ig I probably like it? As for dislikes, myself— And rudeness and arrogance lol
I try to surround myself with people who are both playful/teasy but also decently observant (Warning for mental illness mention— I have depression and consequently may make darker comments at times). I also tend to use a lighthearted and casual tone when talking about serious topics relating to myself (e.g., warning again here, self-death)
Oops that got long, sorry about that :’l
I’m a lee, and as for fandom, either Haikyuu! or My Hero Academia if that’s alright ^^
Relationship— romantic because why not lol
Preferably a male character
Anyhow, have a nice day/evening ^^
Hiiii!! Sorry for the inactivity... again 😅 istg this period is driving me bonkers but I'm also having lots of fun!! Anyway, thanks for participating, I hope you'll like who I matched you up with ❤️🍡 *hands you the usual dango to eat while you read*
🔮 So, for my event your pair is... SHINSOU
🔮 Why did I choose him for you?
1. Sneaky, fairly smug and a little mysterious. Perfect ler material if you ask me 😌
2. I see him as a very caring and careful soul, who doesn't bond with everyone but holds extremely close the ones who manage to gain his trust
3. He would be able to understand if you need help or are struggling mentally, and he'd be there 24/7 for you
4. He could use his quirk to induce relaxation and/or make you fall asleep... obviously if you're comfortable with it and give your consent
5. He would totally get involved in your hobbies! I already see you two painting or doing ceramics together
6. You probably have made a "couple sculpture"... like a heart broken in half and each one of you keeps a half in their bedroom
7. He trained with Aizawa. He knows how to be silent. Expect surprise tickle attacks from any direction at any time~
8. He'd be extremely happy to read your writings and give you a review about them!! He'd probably use tickling to convince you to let him read them hehe
9. Tickles whenever you say that you suck at what you do! He doesn't tolerate when someone talks badly about someone he loves (even when it's you talking badly about yourself)
10. He finds it extremely cute when you space out and daydream, so instead of interrupting you, he would cuddle up to you and hold you in his arms while you imagine any kind of scenario
11. He probably volunteers cat shelter, and sometimes you join him. Seeing how gentle he is with cats made you fall in love with him all over again.
12. When his insomnia hits hard, he comes to your room and you two end up hanging out together all night long. Or if you fall asleep, he just cuddles you and watches over you, as if he could keep bad dreams away.
🔮 Tickle scenario
Everyone liked weekends, but you surely had one more reason to enjoy them. Both you and Shinsou were free from school, which only meant one thing: date!
You always did something different: watching anime, making sculptures, painting, chatting, taking walks... one time you even tried to crochet, but he made a mess and got so grumpy that you decided to drop that activity.
That Saturday, you two decided to go at the cat shelter to do some volunteering. It was a really unusual date, but you loved spending time with each other and a ton of purring furballs. Also, the happy, adoring expression on Shinsou's face was so endearing...
The owners of the shelter were extremely nice with you, and they adored how you spent your free time on "volunteering dates". Obviously they made you work a little, but then they let you play with the kitties as much as you wanted!
Actually, they let you play until it was closing time... or else you would've never gone back home.
"Hey baby I'm done with Kai, we can go home." Shinsou called for you after leaving a 5-month-old kitten to sleep, but he got no response. He saw you sitting on a chair, your back was facing him. "Baby didn't you hear me? We got-"
"Shh!" You suddenly interrupted him.
He raised an eyebrow and approached you, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The new refugee of the cat shelter, who refused even to approach the sweet owners, was cuddled up on your lap and peacefully asleep.
"Would you look at that..." the tall teenager smiled, "seems like this little rascal finally chose someone to trust." He was overjoyed to see that furball finally open up.
"Too bad that this human is already busy with someone else~" He reached out to grab the kitten and put him back in his sleeping pillow, but you swatted his hands away. "You're not ruining this moment..!" You whisper-yelled to not disturb the sleepy little angel, "It took me the whole day to get to this point, now we're staying here." You stated, more assertive than ever.
Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused with your antics, "Oh really? Then it would be a shame if a sudden earthquake disrupted your peace~"
You didn't have time to ask him what he meant. A tingly feeling spread throughout your body, making you almost jump and throw away the poor kitten.
"Shinsohohou!! Stahap ihihihihit!!" You did your best to keep your legs still and not wake the little furball, but at the same time you desperately tried to swat Shinsou's hands away from your sides.
"But I'm doing nothing, honey... it's just the earthquake." He mused, close enough to your ear to make it tickle, and then blew a raspberry on your neck for good measure. He had to admit, he was a little surprised by how much you were resisting the impulse to squirm away. In other circumstances, you would've already jumped away and hidden somewhere, maybe curled up in a ball.
"Wow, not so squirmy now that you have the little rascal on your lap, huh?" He asked as his fingers played with both sides of your ribcage as if it was a piano, "I think we should name him Giggles... a fitting name related to a wonderful memory like this one..." He thought out loud with the clear intent to tease.
However, the fun had to come to an end. The owners were closing up and you two had to go back to school. He chuckled evilly and without wasting time, he drilled softly under your arms. This time, you couldn't hold back the squeal, which woke up the cat.
"Ah... you're finally awake, Giggles. Did you have a nice rest on my girlfriend's lap?" The violet-haired guy slowly approached the cat, "Now it's time to go to your actual bed, though. But we'll be back soon, alright?" He picked up the little one and laid him on his sleeping pillow and waited for him to fall asleep, then he looked at you and helped you up.
"Come on, say goodbye to giggles and get ready to go, or else I'll let you alone in Aizawa's clutches if we arrive late to UA." He told you with a smug grin on his face.
You quickly got ready, not wanting to be scolded by the strict teacher, said goodbye to the owners and got on your way with your boyfriend.
"So... did you have fun on this date, Giggles 2?" Shinsou asked, laughing at how red your face turned, which made you smack his arm in utter embarrassment.
"Shut up..."
#350/400 followers event#tickle matchup event#my hero academia tickle#boku no hero academia tickle#mha tickle#bnha tickle#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ler!shinsou
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Hi there! 🔥🐈
Im 20FTM, and I go by he/it, looking to do some My hero Academia/BNHA rp! Ive been feeling my old BNHA phase coming back, so I’m really hoping to rp it with somebody who’s 18+. Im hoping to do a MxM, CCxCC or OCxCC, as I like to play canon characters most. I don’t do doubles, since it confuses me too much, sorry.
I rp only on discord but we can discuss plot here on tumblr. I tend to enjoy making a server to keep track of everything. I tend to write about 4-5 paragraphs or the discord message limit, but I try to copy my rp partner in response length.
I’d like to be able to talk outside of RPs, lets share all our different headcanons and ideas. I welcome darker themes like dead dove, some 🍪, gore, stalking, corruption, etc, if that’s what you’d like to do. Id like for the rp to have smut, but Id like to have at least a little plot we can fall back on. All ships are welcome.
I prefer to play bottom characters, either dom or sub, though I have some characters I have preferences for. I don’t typically just play top since I like to see my fave characters getting railed 🤭. I also play both Cis or FTM characters, and welcome you playing either, as long as we have fun. I do have a weakness for rough and muscular guys being submissive though 🤭.
I also welcome most AUs, except for non-quirk AUs, as id like to keep that part of the story. I like to use some of canon, but since I’m not fully caught up to the manga its mainly just the setting, everything else is up to us! Most AUs are welcome, from Omegaverse to dom/sub dynamics to time travel or dimension travel, just let me know if there’s anything specific you want to do.
I don’t have any specific plot in mind, so throw anything you have at me. The only thing I have is preferences for characters I play, when it comes to if they’re sub or dom, and a bit of an idea of what they’d be like, hehe.
Just interacting with this post and ill get back to you!
Heres the characters id like to try playing, and ill put in brackets if I have any preferences, as well as darken the ones I wanna play the most.
Enji Todoroki (Cis or FTM. pre or post redemption, prefer him as a sub bottom. Pre as a bratty guy who needs to be put in his place, post as him being more quiet and guilty who needs to be taken care of)
All for One (Cis or FTM. Id like to play him as a Bottom, can be both dom or sub bottom, I’d like the thought of him being put in his place by somebody)
Natsuo Todoroki (Cis or FTM. No preferences, though I like to rp him scarred and angsty with daddy issues and a powerful ice quirk he keeps hidden out of spite)
Toya Todoroki/Dabi (Cis or FTM. Id like to play him as a bratty Bottom. Can be both your character as the dom, or Dabi as a dom bottom)
Hiroshi Tameda (Cis or FTM. Sub Bottom. Would be cute to see this endeavor fanboy with his hero or other characters. Had the thought of maybe some corruption, or making him “get a new favorite hero” even if it’s a villain)
Jin Bubaigawara (Cis or FTM. No other preferences. Though it would be kinda fun for him to be a little pervy and touch starved)
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#mha roleplay#mha rp#my hero academia roleplay#my hero academia rp#mxm#rp search#dark roleplay#dark rp#spicy rp#18+ mun#dead dove
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SPEAKING OF STUDYING😭😭
I also wanted to submit smth else yippee
Ofc its gyro again its me were talking ab🙏
Idk if its like modern au or smth so we can make this work but yeah ill leave that to u💯
Soo to get to the point Gyro w a fem reader who cannot focus on her homework even if she rlly wants to like zoning out etc (adhd moment hahahahaha send help😻) and is frustrated about it (im gonna pull my hair out im so mad with my brain rn😻🙏)
SO YEAH THATS BASICALLY IT FOR MY ADHD GYRO LOVERS OUT THERE 😘😘(its me)
Yippee TY FOR UR TIME UR WORKS R TRULY AMAZING also keep an eye out for more dpf as soon as im done w exams hehe🤭🤭
Distractions - Gyro Zeppeli
notes - AHHHH DIEGOSAUR MY BELOVED! I have had a CRAZY Gyro brainrot as of late and remembered this was here, so I thought it would also be a nice short fic to get me out of a block! Thanks so much for the request and I hope you're doing well <3
word count - 328
summary - (modern AU) You are stressed out for exams coming up and keep getting distracted. But luckily, your boyfriend, Gyro, is willing to help you study
You chewed on the end of your pen and zoned out for.... what was it.... the fifteenth time now?!
You groaned at yourself, nearly feeling like you were losing your mind.
College was getting too damn stressful and it didn't help that you had to work a job and exams were coming up.
"Hey, I'm back." You heard Gyro enter your shared dorm, placing his keys in the bowl in front of the door. "How're you doin' pumpkin?"
"Fine." you said rather passive aggressively, making Gyro giggle.
"You don't sound fine." he said.
"I just can't focus and it's pissing me off. Stupid brain." You rested your hands on your head.
"Do you need help?" he asked super nicely.
"You would do that? I mean, I know you're busy with your internship and-"
"Look," he interrupted, placing a little kiss on your lips. "If we cut up time into sections, that might help. I can study with you for 45 minutes and then we can watch TV and cuddle for... lets say... 20 minutes, and then back to studying."
You thought about it in your head. Not only would that help you a lot, but you would get the reward of cuddling your boyfriend.
"Sounds good!" You high fived him and quickly got to work. Whenever you would space out, Gyro would be able to help get you back on track or know when a break was in order. He was so used to doing things like this by himself that helping you was a piece of cake.
The breaks consisted of TV and dinner, and finally, you felt succeeded in your studying, not scared for your exams one bit.
"You ready to cuddle then?" Gyro smirked.
"Yes please." You hugged around the back of his neck and pressed a kiss to his ear.
He carried you upstairs and the two of you fell asleep with smiles on your faces.
You were ready to kick that exam's ass.
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sorry i know you probably get this ask a lot but!! how do you figure out how you want to draw new people/characters?? or like how do you manage to keep up the steam of drawing them even if they dont turn out exactly how you want the first go around... your arts always been such a massive inspiration to me and ive always wanted to be able to stick with drawing the same people as devotedly as you do!!
hello! and no worries about it i love answering this kind of question! and thank you!
lately i kind of just got into the habit of like, accepting that the first few times of drawing someone new, is always gonna look a bit like dookIE,,
like earlythis year i think was the first time i drew jungle boy, and these were the initial drawingS..
there's a lot of stiffness in these bc i had to try my hardest to not just make 'luke perry' . but like he DOES have some resemblance..but still has his own like.. facE NDIOSHFDSIF. it was hard trying to figure that out
so a lot of the drwaings of him came out kinda stiff or just clearly insecure. usually i'd let it ruin my month but now i only just let it ruin my week (HEHE..JOKES). i kinda of just let it go and accept that it's gonna be ugly and move on to the next attempt!
i do this over and over and over until i finally reach an 'aha!' moment for the face. and once i have it i RIDE IT TILL IT'S DRY BABYY
it helps a lot to doodle as much as u can! use doodle time to just attempt the face and let that me the moment you allow the ugliest shit you've ever witnessed..ive been recently doing this with christian cage, since my weakspot is older people..CRINGE
so with enough scribbling and mindless doodling (YES.. MINDLESS DOODLING!) , i eventually get to a point where im confident enough to draw these guys without reference or with an easier grasp on how to simplify them in my style!
(with jack i realized he sort of has luke perry's face but has a big cabbage patch head. but i also take note of his eyes which is something that stands out to me a lot!)
(with cage.. we are still working on that, but i know ill get it eventually, just need some more time and patience!)
i hope this helps!! remember, just don't stress too much about it. it only really matters for a guy to look consistently good if you're literally doing hand animation at disney in 2002 NFOIHJSFIODHIGOD have fun!! compare contrast and accept the uglies!
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Finally! Posting the first piece of artwork in 2024!! (Sorry it took way longer than I thought, but that's life lol XD )
Anyways!! Me and my bestie @gorefolk created sonas for Chaotic. If you haven't guess, yes, I had way too much fun with designing her, sorry, can't help it. XD
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So now, I'm happy to introduce you to my Chaoticsona, Alessa.
-Alessa has been player in Chaotic for a long time, she would come everyday to hangout and explore Perim. But... things changed and well, she comes and goes. Players thought she got a job and was busy, even believing she would get tired of the game. That wasn't the case for Alice...
-She didn't have too many friends, only two, Bon and Violet, Chaotic players and people she knows from her hometown. She was shy and had a hard time talking to people. However, she did have one best friend she met online. They would talk a lot and hangout, it was the best for them.
-And then, her best friend would disappeared from Chaotic for 4 years, Alice felt heartbroken, she worried about her friend... but she felt helpless... only to wondered why she left, she hoped that her friend would message her soon...
-During the four years, she and her friends would carry on with their lives, at least Alice would try, she got a job at an art studio and was happy to work with a famous artist. It was good, till she came to Chaotic to she her long time best friend there... Alice was so happy to see her, she was in tears.
-Alessa still is shy but is a little confident with herself and is able to speak to people better thanks to her best friend.
-She does not like conflict, tries to keep the peace with anyone. Basically tries to be the mediator. (It's stressful but she doesn't care)
-Drawing and photography are her hobbies.
-Has a dog named Penny that lives with her in her apartment, she a sweet and sassy dog that loves attention. But can be a good dog as long as you give her pats on her head.
-During her time alone in Perim without her friends, she traveled to the Mipedian area, near the palace, sketching and taking photos till she 'kind of' met Prince Iflar, well she didn't know it was him, but he and her would talk a bit, they slowly become good friends...
-Alice enjoys making things, basically arts and crafts are her specialty.
-When it comes to competition, Alessa isn't so interested in the game but plays with her friends sometimes. As for going to Perim for scans, well, Alice gets nervous to ask the creatures themselves, can't handle it, so she offers to trade the art she makes for the mugic/gear/creature scans from Chaotic players. (Easier for her than asking the creatures themselves but that will have to change soon...)
-She's enjoying her time in Chaotic and now her best friend is back, all should be good now... but unfortunate.. nothing stays good forever... Alice would start to feel ill in her stomach... she would learn about her chronic illness... but never told anyone about it, not her friends, not even her best friend... she doesn't want anyone to know... but that will become her nightmare as time goes on...
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And that's all about my sona, I'm so excited to draw her soon. Can't wait for what me and my bestie cook up with our sonas in Chaotic hehe. XD
Enjoy and here's to the new year!
Art, Oc @ Mine
Chaotic @ Merlin P. Mann & Martin Rauff
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It‘s almost my birthdayyyyy
Tmrw!! (25th) so excited but so scared
I‘m turning 16 and it’s scaring me for some reason
Also Idk if you remember the ask abt the two guys I sent once but the 19yo invited me to his birthday half a year prior so now I’m invited to his 20th birthday in July and he‘s gonna party into it??? Sounds so stupid but I just translated it word for word from my native language („reinfeiern“ which means partying into one’s birthday) but yeah I’m excited :) also scared? I swayed off topic and i‘m just ranting atp but I looooveee telling you stuff hehe :3
omg!! if you’re who i think you are— i have your bday in my calendar :3
(that sounds creepy i’m sorry— it’s just that you’ve told me before and i like to keep track of that stuff!!)
ANYWAYS!!
there’s no need to be scared!! 16 is just like turning any other age!! not much changes, at least from my experience. i mean— you might grow into your looks but, that’s about it (though i can’t say the same for myself. unless i have makeup on, i look like a 15 yr old and i’m literally about to be 20).
now onto the ‘reinfeierin’.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL!!! DO NOT feel pressured to drink either!!! just because everyone else is, doesn’t mean you have to!! and DO NOT take drinks from others. ALWAYS make your own drink. make sure you share your location with friends!! or family!! considering you’re from europe (germany, i presume?), i’m sure he will have bought alcohol for it (also i bring this up as a drinking age thing and not a stereotype).
more on the drinking stuff— while i suggest you DO NOT drink, i was once a curious 16 yr old so i would understand if you did (i hope this doesn’t come across as me condoning it). and if you do end up drinking, please have a safe way to get home. it doesn’t matter how much you drank, you should always have a plan. NEVER stay the night.
now, i’m not sure if marijuana is legal in europe or not, and i’m not sure if he or others would be able to get any— but, if there happens to be some there, i don’t suggest smoking it. though, like drinking, i’d understand if you did. because, again, i was once a curious 16 yr old as well. when it comes to parties, a lot of the time, the marijuana will be laced with something. usually stuff like shrooms or acid (unless that’s just an american thing…).
just like drinking, if you do end up smoking, have a safe way home. and DO NOT smoke a lot. depending on what you use, take either a small/half bowl or just two hits (of a joint/blunt [could also be called a cigarette]). and if it’s edibles, DO NOT eat any.
don’t do this all on an empty stomach either— for both drinking and smoking. it will genuinely fuck you up and make you sick.
if you start to feel ill, call your ride home!! be sure sit near a toilet until they arrive (trust). if you begin to twitch or almost consciously seize, try to stay calm and call your ride home— either have them take you to a hospital or call an ambulance because you could have been drugged or maybe just smoked more than your body could handle. either way, it’s best to get checked.
if you do go to a hospital— since you’re a minor, your parents will more than likely be called. don’t worry about them getting angry because it will only make your state worse. i know this all because when i was 17 i smoked way too much and ended up going through that. i was so afraid my mom would get mad but, instead, she was worried. she was scared for me and just wanted me to be okay. of course, she did scold me but there weren’t any harsh punishments because she knew how dumb teenagers could be.
anyways. like i said, be careful. share your location. make your own drinks. try not to drink alcohol and smoke. have a safe way home.
(sorry my older sister complex came out)
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rating things my boyfriend has said during sex - anthony beavillier.
summary: rating things tito has told you during sex.
word count: 1.4k
warnings: borderline smut, mentions of smut, bad words.
*it is smut so read at your own risk
a/n: part two of the rtmbsds series, hope you guys enjoy.
sidenote: I used google translate cause I wasn't about to ask my french speaking friends for help on this sjsjs.
(*credit to gif owner*)
something in french.
eyes did indeed roll back.
all I got was something about being mine.
dude knows that when he talks french ill drop on my knees right then and there.
fucking broke the rating scale.
110/10
You and Tito had just gotten back from hanging out with Mat. The whole time he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and well you noticed… and Mat noticed too. Saying that he had errands to run after only one hour of hanging out. Probably knowing that his best friend could take you right here in broad daylight if it wasn't for all the surrounding people.
Ok of course that was a bit of an exaggeration but he knew how his best friend was. So throughout the whole hour of hanging out and on the drive back to your guys apartment he couldn't keep his hand off of you. I mean he always did have his hand on your thigh as a sweet gesture but you could sense when it was something more, like right now.
So as soon as you stepped into your small New York apartment Tito rushingly took off his shoes and pulled you towards the bedroom.
Laying you on the bed admiring you he laid soft kisses on the corners of your lips and then trailed them down your neck. Soft moans and groans filling your bedroom. Both of you partaking in a bit of afternoon delight.
Unbuttoning his shirt and him placing his hands on the small of your back. Trying to pull you in as close as he could. The cold of his hands raising goosebumps on your skin.
"je suis si content que tu sois à moi." Tito spoke softly in your ear. God you had no idea what he had just said but you couldn't help but feel the feeling in between your legs at his words.
2. "I am one lucky guy."
made me feel things.
hehe, im soft now.
9/10.
You and Tito had just gotten back from celebrating the guys' win. Except the celebration was cut short due to someone not being able to keep their hands to themselves, no not Tito.
~~~
Here you stood at the bar waiting for your drinks when you felt someone approach you.
"Well hello pretty lady, you here on your own?" A dude around your age said, clearly very intoxicated.
"Sorry, not interested." You said as you grabbed your drinks and tried heading back to the table, where Tito was. Then the dude grabbed your wrist and as Tito kept an eye on you from afar this was where he knew he should intervene.
"Don't touch me." You said as you tried to loosen his grip.
"Aww come on sweetie." He said.
"Look man, she's not interested." Tito said as he grabbed the stranger's hand and pulled it off of you. "Want to get out of here babe?" He asked as he looked up at you, now completely ignoring the stranger. Both of you waving goodbye to your friends and heading home.
~~~
Upon arriving home you asked Tito to help you with the zipper of your dress. Him placing soft kisses on your neck, leaning back to give him more access. Soft moans being heard throughout your New York apartment. Him pulling you into him and pushing you slightly on the bed.
"You know, I am one lucky guy." Tito said as he continued to kiss you all over your body. "I'm so glad you're mine." He said as he ran his cold fingers over your body, causing goosebumps to rise, as he dragged them lower and lower, until he reached all the places you ached for his touch.
3. "I fucking love you."
sweet.
sexy.
made the moment better.
I want to marry this man.
8/10
Tito was trying to make dinner. It was his turn to cook for date night and now he was trying to prep dinner. Except that you sitting on the counter was more distracting than making dinner.
"Well don't you look so pretty sitting here." Tito said as he placed a kiss on your lips. You slightly pulling at his hair. Wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Well maybe we can do something about it." You told him in between a kiss, a smirk appearing on his face, knowing exactly what you meant. Him bringing you over to the couch and pulling off your panties, lifting up your dress to your waist, him pulling down his pants.
~~~
"I fucking love you." He mumbled into your neck as he kept thrusting into you. His hands on your hips. (bruises were definitely going to be evident the next day) You moaning his name into his ear as he picked up the pace, filling you up.
4. "Oh shit did I hurt you."
12/10
checking if I was alright.
unwell.
makes me feel ajdjfjcjcjsk all over.
Tito and the New York Islanders had lost. They could have easily one but didn't. So now here he was being a little bit rough with everything. Throwing his bag down and heading to the bedroom, you giving him a few minutes before you joined him.
"Hey baby. Want to talk about it or want to forget about it." You asked. It was something you always did. If he wanted to talk about it you sat next to him and let him talk about whatever he wanted but if he wanted to forget about it it usually resulted with making out and then him inside of you.
"Forget about it." He said as he placed a kiss on your lips, him taking off his shirt.
~~~
Him entering you and you soon readjusting being used to his size. Him going a bit faster than usual you trying to get used to the pace. Your eyes sort of watering as he filled you up all the way going faster and faster.
Both of you finishing soon after. "Shit did I hurt you?" He asked as he pulled out.
"No no I'm fine, you just went a bit faster than usual." You said.
"I'm sorry baby." He said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, grabbing a cloth to clean you.
5. "god you're so pretty."
11/10
made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
once again I'd like to marry this man.
no you're so pretty.
You and Tito were at some hockey association gala for the Islanders. And honestly being in stuffy clothes surrounded by a bunch of people you didn't know wasn't your ideal Saturday night. Mat and his girlfriend sitting next to you guys busying themselves with small talk.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked you as he placed a hand on your thigh.
"And where would we go?" You said as you let out a laugh. It's not really like you guys could leave and anyone wouldn't notice.
"I have an idea." He said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the banquet hall. Him then pulling you into the bathroom.
"Oh so we're about to hook up in the banquet hall bathroom." You said as you looked over at your boyfriend.
"It's not like it's the first time we've done it." He said as he smiled and placed a kiss on your lips.
"Ok, lock the door." You said as you hopped on the counter.
"Where's the fun in that?" Tito looked at you with a smirk on his face, you giving him a look. "Fine, fine I'll lock it."
"god you're so pretty." He said as he placed soft kisses on your neck.
"Come here. We have at least ten minutes before someone realizes we're gone." You said as you unbuckled his belt, and you lifting your dress.
"We don't need these anymore huh." Tito said as he removed your panties and threw them behind him.
Him slowly entering you, making you let out a moan. Someone trying to open the door, as Tito picked up the pace. Kissing you so your moans wouldn't be as loud.
~~~
Both of you coming out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later trying to fix your hair and dress and Tito tried to fix his tie.
"Where were you guys?" Mat asked as you guys approached the table.
"Bathroom." Tito said.
"I was outside getting some fresh air." You replied back. Mat just looking at you guys not really believing you. You and Tito just smiling at each other knowing what you guys were actually did fifteen minutes ago.
.☆☆☆.
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Maybe thats why you find me a little bit addicting<3 & i love things turning out in my favor bc the fact that youre an august virgo is a win🤭 i will say, i cannot fully beat the god complex allegations its a small need to be worshipped.
Cute<3 i'd be a fucking idiot if i never took advantage of you, its not even a question. I will say i dont think im a grear person bc if you start to cry i'll get wet, I like seeing someone realize they fucked up, I like seeing cute little toys like you realize i picked them to be my little victim<3 Youre so soft i wouldnt be able to help myself 🥺
You've no clue how much i wish i could see that video, ive only seen a little bit bc of an older pic and i just know its pretty. I need to make out with your pussy until youre crying from being so sensitive and begging me to stop. I've supposedly almost made someone squirt but they panicked bc they didnt want to make a mess in my room and i feel so disappointed in that (partly bc i think its bullshit). But maybe we can try to recreate that minus you stopping me 🥺 and i hope i can add to that log sometime<3 how many times have you added to your log so far, sweetheart?
God i could info dump to you about the play modes and how much i hate blizzard entertainment fucking boo i hate that company but i spent a lot of my teen years bonding with old friends on overwatch so i have a soft spot. And nooooo i dont want you to get motion sick i will avoid apex 🥺 im a bigger asshole on overwatch anyway 🤭
I hope to one day feel comfy enough to go into your dms, dunno if i'll tell you that its me out the gate tho. I might be a lil shy about it since im much more bold behind anon status 🫣
And i dont mind, to keep it simple i work at a hardware store. But the place isnt actually open and we're actually low key still building the shelving and stocking the store. Like my first week i was installing shelves, today i built some frames/bases for the shelving. Yesterday was a different story though for the last two hours i was hauling heavy shit from one side of our giant store to the other. Im still tired from that 😭
good morning my dear butch!! i hope u slept well! i slept okay but am still sooooo sleepy
hehe i love god complexes i love worshipping i love making sure people know their worth so true me, ill feed into that god complex
cute lil victim omg i love that 🥺 please i need it soooo bad
ive never squirted before but feel free to try as hard as u can! im sure my body will give in hehe!!! and my log has too many to count, im like average 1.3 times a day
booo we hate blizzad!!! but thats sooo fair, i wanna know the lore!!!
hehe i get it! take ur time! anon is there for a reason!!
omg thats sooo fun!! i love building things!! but come here and lemme give u a massage so u can relax
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hey guys its been a while ^^
lately I've became addicted to playing obey me so just decided to write some of my thoughts i mean pure and innocent ones lol just for a change XD and not me totally being a beel simp :") anways enjoy this fluff and wholesome story oh last thing if i find good respond to this one ill maybe make more of those lol enjoy then ^^
☆mc's favoritism☆
♡
It's another morning in the house of lamentation you woke up from your comfy bed opened the windows for some morning air-even tho there's no sun but for some air change-u did some stretching then u wore ur outfit for working out u get it right today ur goin to workout outdoors with beelzebub after he insisted frequently and even gave u some of his cheeseburgers as an exchange for doin morning workout with him although u told him that u will start after breakfast cause no way u ll be able to handle beel's workouts with an empty stomach and he agreed with big smile u went to the dining room
lucifer : "good morning Mc judging from ur outfit i take it that ur going to workout with beel ?"
"yep im starting to notice that i m gaining weight cause of someone lately "
beel with puppy eyes : "Mc did u not like it when i bring u food ? :"("
"NO I FUCKING LOVE IT PLEASE BRING MORE FROM NOW ON"
beel with a big innocent smile : "leave it to me Mc ^_^"
lucifer :" I see ,so because u cant go on a diet due to some indoors food delivery ur only hope is to exercise to lose weight well i dont think uve gained that much weight u look as beautiful as ever*smirk*
"thanks i guess hehe"
mammon : "Hey Mc i found a good place where u can sell stuff and u can gain alot of money there lets go after breakfast "
"oh sorry mammon I'm working out with beel after this"
mammon spaced out for a sec and then blushed : "huh u w-what ?///:
"mammon u perv u got it wrong we r going to exercise outdoors *sighs* even tho u see what im wearing ur still asking ??"
satan:" don't blame him Mc blame that stupid brain of his guess its just full of money thoughts too busy to think properly "
mammon :" WHAT DID YA SAY?IM UR OLDER BROTHER YA KNOW!"
satan:" OLDER BROTHER MY ASS AFTER YOU SOLD MY FREAKING UNDERWEAR TO SOME RANDOM BITCH U CALL URSELF MY OLDER BROTHER !!!STFU STUPID MAMMON"
asmo :"did u literally just go and steal satan's unwashed green underwear mammon u perv~"
satan:" AND HOW TF DID U KNOW ITS GREEN AND UNWASHED BRO THATS GROSS!"
asmo : " iyaa~ dont blame me this time i was PURELY going to wash my underwear then i saw u going out of there then saw it "
satan :"*sighs*AND WHY THE FUCK R U WASHING UR UNDERWEAR AT 3AM,oh wait please don't answer
beel :" Mc try this cake its so delicious :) "
"Thanks beel ^^"
beel :" about our workout i modified urs a little bit because i dont think u can keep up with my pase but for the jogging u have to keep up with me at least 10 rounds around the town *munch* *munch* "
""HUH ?! 10 ROUNDS AROUND THE TOWN BEEL R U TRYING TO KILL ME ?
beel :"Huh ? but ithink its too easy, for me i do about 20 so u can do it but if u reached ur limits don't worry ill carry u home on my back hehe ^^ oh and for the exercises we're going to do all of it together im so excited *excited beel noises *
as beel was eating with eyes sparkling with excitement u couldn't ignore his outstanding appearance beel was used to workout early in the morning so he just made an exception just for u ^^ however his body was aching for some exercising so he did some rope jumping and pushups just minutes before coming to the dining room so he was sweating while wearing a short sleeve black t shirt which were tight around his big chest and muscular arms with sweat dripping from his face reaching his sexy Adam's apple then going straight between his chest just the thought of this big muscular man being excited to workout with u makes u shiver
*simping mc noises (haha caught u bish)
then u try to reach the strawberries which were in front of beel he noticed u staring at strawberries so he picked some
beel :"Mc here , I'll feed u this :)"
"oh thanks beel ^^"
as u ate the strawberries from his hand u licked ur lips and then u felt everyone 's eyes on u as soon as u where about to speak beel licked some of the strawberries close to ur mouth
everyone:" STOP RIGHT THERE !"
as beel realised what he did he turned to a blushing mess cause of his gluttony he just licked it unconsciously
beel :" im sorry Mc i didnt mean to >\\~\\<"
mc simping noises again *touching his cheek :" i dont hate it love~"
then as soon as beel saw the smirk on ur face he was blushing even harder he stood up and hugged u tightly :" lets go Mc cant wait to start our workout /// "
everyone : "AS IF ILL LET U TWO GO ALONE!"
mammom : "I SUDDENLY FEEL LIKE WORKING OUT IM GOING WITH U-"
beel :" but u never workout in the morni-"
mammon:" SHUDDUP!"
"how about going to the witch u sold satans underwear for and give it back to him that will be a good workout right?"
everyone laughed
Lucifer :"*cough* , recently i read that working out will lessen the stress and make u more productive so i think ill-"
"no luci not this time dont pretend that u didnt get a call from diavolo minutes ago to come after u finish breakfast asap"
everyone: "EVEN LUCIFER GOT REJECTED"
beel :" let's go mc :)"
" yea im coming ^^ "
everyone glaring at beel :" UNFAIR "
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i’m gonna be real with you, i’ve saw like maybe two or three origins streams ;-; ooo, i would like to hear about them whenever if you’d like!! and if you don’t want them to to public or anything, you can always dm if you want to! gosh, i love headcanons, feel free to come to me and tell me about them anytime you wanna :D
poetry is so nice. i used to write poetry sometimes when i was in really bad moments of mental health stuff, so most of my poetry is really triggering probably. i totally understand you with feeling like characters are living and breathing people, i feel that so much. i had an oc who i adored some years ago and haven’t touched on her since those years ago. unfortunate, i miss her so much (her name is june btw). i miss writing, it’s one of the only things i’ve ever truly shared and created because i used to be good at it, but now i think i’ve lost a lot of that. the last thing i wrote was a short c!ranboo poem that i posted a few months ago (i think). and i completely get you, makes total sense. i think writing in that way is really nice
oh? that’s cool then! i don’t know if you remember, but someone asked you a bit ago what names you’d pick for cs!tubbo if his name wasn’t tubbo, and i can’t remember if that was on anon or not (i think it was, and that was me actually. so we have cs!tubbo and cs!ranboo, haha. mhm, i get you, but i wanted to! because the fic is genuinely so fucking incredible and i wanted to add to the lovely community for it, but turns out it was a guy in my brain. i haven’t seen her in a while…. she’s incredibly mentally ill so she’s weary of being around. but if i see them anytime soon, i’ll let him know you said that. i’m sure they would appreciate that. oh no, she’s fine with it. one of the names he goes by actually is mare, because of you, so i’m very positive they’re comfortable with being associated with you and everything? also please let me know if her using a name of yours makes you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t like to make you uncomfortable :]
HELLO I AM SO SORRY I AM REPLYING SO LATE hope you are well <3
i don't have all the energy atm to explain my full headcanons but basically i had a fic AU set in a modern, non-fantastical universe where the osmp cast lived in this smaller quaint town and eventually o!Ranboo left to move into the city after a natural disaster event happened in the other town and caused her some trauma. her relationships are generally strained but are better with some people than others but inevitably she is able to find her way home. there's more to it than that but that was my idea hehe
poetry is so so so fucking healing seriously, and honestly like! any kind of writing is so important to keep regardless of whether it fits on this metric of "good/bad", like. it's coming from the heart and your experiences and these characters that you connect to (june sounds lovely by the way, <3) and that's what's most important. i've had to give myself a lot of grace with cough syrup about whether or not i was writing it perfectly because, yeah, the first couple of chapters are objectively on the shittier end compared to the rest of the fic. but what matters is that it conveyed what i wanted it to, and it gave me a way to spend that summer, and it meant a lot to me.
i hope this isn't uncomfortable to say but the fact that your csranboo uses the name mare because of me makes me like, tear up a little. and yes, i remember that anon! i find it so interesting how many people have asked me about alternate names i'd give the characters for purposes of fictives because to be entirely honest i am so ungodly shitty with names that every time i flounder LMAO, but it's very sweet that people ask me haha . also tell your cstubbo i say hello as well , there are many brain guys in this community too and i think that's realy neat honestly
#nightmare.ask#nightmare.fave#honestly i used to have issues with people having the same first name as me like. it'd freak me out#but like i feel like in this case that's not really paranoia inducing that's just really sweet#i hope fellow mare is doing well/better
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