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kyeomofhearts · 3 months

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Again & Again | C.SC

+ summary: you caved in and fucked your best friend, but it was only a one-time thing… right?

+ pairing: scoups x fem!reader

+ word count: 4.3k

+ content: fwb!, chubby reader (love ya'll), friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, pussy drunk cheol, size kink, angst, fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)

+ WARNINGS: drinking!, smut, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, rough sex, praise?, sizekink, creampie, pls lmk if I missed anything

“I’m ready!”

Seungcheol’s ears perked up at your sudden announcement. Turning his head, only to be met with a breathtaking view of you. The way your clothes hugged your figure had his head spinning. He always loved seeing your curves and the way you filled out everything nicely. Although you weren’t wearing anything out of the ordinary, it was just a simple outfit. Something that would match the mood for Jeonghan’s party.

But Seungcheol being… well himself, he was mesmerized. He was for sure going to struggle to keep his hands off you, especially at Jeonghan’s party. As much as he was willing to risk it all for you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he kept it to himself.

“Let’s go then.”

…

The car ride was comfortable, nothing different from the ordinary.

Well, maybe a little different.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Seungcheol looking at you at times. It was easy to guess what he was thinking about… but you were literally two minutes away from Jeonghan’s place!

And they would know.

You took a deep breath.

“Don't even think about it.”

“What?” Seungcheol tried playing it off, even though he knew he had been caught. Even his voice raised a few octaves.

“We can’t! Not now at least…” As much as you tried hiding your pout, you couldn’t.

Of course, you wanted to fuck Seungcheol but with how rough he got… you knew you would get your makeup all messed up and that was something you did not want to deal with at the moment.

“Well… can I get a kiss before we head inside?” He gave you puppy eyes after putting the car in park.

God was he annoying. It annoyed you that his tricks always worked on you. But before you could say anything he was already leaning over the console, fluttering his stupidly long eyelashes with his lips puckered. He knew he looked stupid but teasing you was his favorite thing to do.

Without a second thought, you leaned in to give him a light peck. That should be good enough to hold him off for the next few hours right? Nope. Just before you were finished pulling away, his hand swiftly pulled you back to his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from following his lead, especially when his hand was keeping your head steady.

Before it could escalate to something more, you felt your phone vibrate. Finally, pulling away while ignoring Cheol’s pleas, you went to check who had texted you.

Ugh.

It was Jeonghan, asking why you weren’t there yet.

“We can continue this later Cheol. Jeonghan’s asking me where we are.” You spoke softly, you knew how sulky Seungcheol would get if he didn’t get what he wanted, but it had to be done.

But fortunately, that was enough to convince him to hold off on his desires. And so he finally stepped out of the car, but only after telling you to not move an inch.

After he opened the door for you, you both began to walk to Jeonghan’s place. It was a nice walk to his place. It would have been even more nice had Seungcheol not tried holding your hand. Was he trying to give you a heart attack? Seriously, everything he did made it feel like he was your boyfriend… which he was not. It really didn’t help your blossoming feelings for him either, it was like he was purposely adding fuel to the fire. But you knew there was nothing behind his gestures, he’s been like this even before you started hooking up.

“C’mon… my hands are cold without yours!” God was he annoying. He was a living embodiment of the pleading emoji, always finding a way to use his puppy eyes to his advantage. But you loved to indulge him every single time.

You rolled your eyes, “What about your other hand? If I only hold this one, then the other one will stay cold.”

“The other hand is connected to the other, so once you hold my hand they both get warmed up.” Seungcheol countered all smug as if that didn’t sound like the dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“I don’t think it works like that-”

“You guys took forever!” Jeonghan said while looking at both you and Seungcheol. You immediately ripped your hand away from Cheol’s.

Jeonghan’s eyes were carrying an entertained look to them, you hope he didn’t see the whole thing between you and Seungcheol. That would be really hard to explain.

But before you could think anything of it, the sound of your favorite voice (besides Cheol's) had gotten your attention.

“y/n~ there's a special surprise waiting for you in the kitchen!” Soonyoung had yelled out behind Jeonghan.

“And… that's my cue!” You immediately sped off towards the kitchen. Tonight was all about having fun and you were going to take advantage of it. Head empty, no thoughts. That is what you were striving for.

Now Seungcheol and Jeonghan were left alone.

“So… you and y/n? Finally?” Jeonghan prodded after your swift departure. He has been waiting for the day that you and Seungcheol finally got together.

“No… not yet at least,” Seungcheol said with a sigh. Even when he didn’t mean to get all sulky, it always happened. It was like second nature to him.

Jeonghan raised his eyebrow to this. While it was amusing to see both of his friends be blind to the other’s feelings, it was just as frustrating. For the past few years, he witnessed how stupid people could truly be. How was it possible that you and Seungcheol were not aware of each other’s feelings? Anybody could see it clear as day. But he couldn’t do anything about it, since at the end of the day, it was not his place to get involved. So with a loud, disappointed sigh, Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s back. All he could really do was provide advice and comfort.

“Just tell her man, I am more than sure that she will return your feelings.”

Seungcheol groaned at the thought.

“I will but I still need to find the perfect-”

“Time, yes I know that. You’ve been saying that for years now.” Jeonghan was displeased. “But what if y/n begins to think that she’s wasting her time with you? What happens then?”

Seungcheol really wanted to fire back but he couldn’t find anything to say.

And just like that, Jeonghan went inside, leaving Seungcheol outside in the cold.

Jeonghan's 'party' was quite small in reality. It was really just the guys with some of their significant others, nothing crazy.

Well.

Except for Soonyoung and his drinking.

You weren't known to be a heavy drinker but when it came to special occasions, your friends knew you could get down.

Luckily for them, today had been quite stressful in terms of work. So after a few pleas from Soonyoung and Seokmin, you indulged in a few shots. After all, a little never hurt... right?

Wrong.

Needless to say, you got wasted within a matter of hours.

It wasn't your fault though! The games Soonyoung came up with were really entertaining, you just couldn't help yourself.

The burn of the alcohol didn't phase you as much after your fourth shot. The aftertaste was still disgusting of course, but nothing a chaser couldn't fix.

Soonyoung, being the lightweight that he is, was already nearing the edge of blacking out. And Seokmin... you didn't know where he went to. Maybe the bathroom? Well, he was for sure in the house, you'll find him sooner or later.

God, your eyes were beginning to feel heavy and it didn't help that everything was starting to look blurry as well.

You decided to stand up and walk off the sudden drowsiness, that usually helped you wake up a bit. Instead, you felt a sudden rush go straight to your head, which threw you off balance.

Maybe you should-

“…And I think we’re done with the drinks,” Seungcheol said as he magically appeared behind you, taking the empty cup in your hand and throwing it away.

His free hand snaked its way down to your waist. "Feeling good? Need some water love?"

If you were in the right state of mind, you would be definitely thinking about how intimate this would look to the others.

But all you could think about was how his hand was leaving a warm, tingly feeling on your waist. The way his touch was firm yet gentle at the same time.

You were so focused on his touch that you forgot to answer the question he had originally asked you.

He leaned his head further into your neck, "I'll take that as a yes... did you want to head out?"

It was nearing ten o'clock, which should be considered a reasonable time to leave.

"Hmmm... I guess so."

The idea of climbing into bed and just dozing off was so tempting. Unfortunately, you had to wait which was the worst part of it all.

Before you could continue thinking about how comfortable your bed was, you felt something cold press against your cheek.

You shrieked at the feeling.

“Why would you do that?” You yelled out in surprise.

Turning around to look at Seungcheol, you couldn’t help but freeze. His gaze sent you shivers, or maybe it was because of the water bottle still pressed to your cheek. Either way, you were rendered speechless.

“You need to drink your water that’s why.” His tone was innocent but the smile that accompanied it was quiet… mischievous.

“…and maybe because you ignored me today. ”

There it was. He always found a reason to pout and sulk to you.

So you did as you were told and drank from the bottle. It did help wake you up a little bit but you were still far from sober.

"Let's say goodbye to everyone now." He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. This action alone making your body burn up.

You don't remember too much after that, only slurring out your goodbyes to your friends.

It had only been a few minutes since the two of you had arrived at his apartment. He decided it would be better in your case since his place was closer to Jeonghan's compared to yours.

“Since when did you have these products?” You stared in drunken awe, most of your skincare products were in his bathroom.

Shit. He hopes you don't think he's a complete freak. He bought your skincare products for the nights that you would spend at his place. He just wanted to make you feel at home with him. (And maybe this was his way of convincing you to stay the night with him since you had everything you needed…)

“Um… just figured it would be more convenient for you…” he prayed that you would think it was a kind gesture rather than him being a weirdo.

You took a second to respond, admiring how thoughtful he was when it came to making you feel comfortable.

“It's cute, I'm honestly more surprised you were able to get some of these products, some of them are exclusively online...” your eyes flitted to look at his. "Although, I don't think I'm capable of doing my whole routine right now." It was true, you were barely able to stand, imagine trying to do your skincare like this…

“I can do it for you,” he chipped in immediately after.

This filled you with that warm feeling you were now getting accustomed to. What was he doing to your heart?

He tapped the toilet lid, waiting for you to sit so he could begin his work. You knew it was pointless trying to stop him, once he had his mind set on something he wouldn’t let anything get in his way from completing it.

“Not yet. I still have to brush my teeth first.” And maybe this was your time to calm down before he eventually caressed your face for ten minutes straight.

Seungcheol took advantage of the little time you gave him and got changed into something comfortable. He also pulled out some more loose-fitting clothes since he knew you liked wearing baggier clothes to lounge around in. He wondered if it would be too ridiculous if he put them in the dryer to warm them up for you. It shouldn’t be, right?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked apprehensively.

"Of course." He said without a second thought.

"Anything for you, remember?" His eyes were filled with something, some would say love but you didn't want to get too ahead of yourself.

He started to warm up the oil cleanser in between his hands. Then he gently applied the oil to your face, rubbing it in slow circles as to not irritate your face.

It was at times like this that made you worry if your arrangement was a bad idea. Sometimes you wish you would have just confessed to him instead of jumping straight into bed with him. Maybe things would have turned out differently had you done so.

Unwanted tears began pooling in your eyes. Why were these thoughts eating you up all of a sudden?

Seungcheol was quick to notice the tears.

"Did I get it in your eyes? I'm so sorry-"

“Cheol… I don’t think I can continue with- whatever this is,” you hiccuped, “i-it's just too much for me.”

His heart dropped.

What do you mean stop? He thought everything was going great, he was even planning on officially asking you out tomorrow.

“Why? I mean if that's how you really feel then we can stop, but at least tell me why, love.” Though his tone was understanding you could still see the concern in his eyes.

“I don't know... I just feel so conflicted. Like the way you treat me makes me want more with you but I know that's probably not what you want.” It felt as if a huge weight had been taken off of your shoulders. He’s right, you can't just end the arrangement without telling him why.

Continuing, “I just can't help it, I really like you but I know this is just casual for you and I would hate to put you in an uncomfortable position.” You ignored meeting his eyes, knowing you would cry even more if you saw the way he was looking at you right now.

On the other hand, Seungcheol was stunned, to say the least. But he was also relieved to hear the reason you wanted to end things was because you liked him but now he had to stop you from crying. He needed to let you know that he liked you just as much if not even more.

He was usually good with words but he didn’t really know what to say… so he hugged you instead. Hug was actually an understatement. His whole body tightly engulfed yours. He didn’t want to let you go at all.

“Cheol…?”

You tried wiggling out of his grasp but there was no point in trying, he had a very tight hold on you.

“You actually had me worried there for a second, I thought I actually did something wrong.”

Oh.

He cupped your face, which, by the way, was still oily because of the makeup remover.

"I was planning on asking you out tomorrow," he let out a soft laugh, "but I guess you beat me to it." He pressed a light peck to your lips.

“Wait, so does that mean…” okay that sounds dumb. But in true fashion, you had to ask him if he really meant it (even if he just confessed to you).

He laughs at your confusion but nods nonetheless.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way though," he says wholeheartedly, "I actually wanted to avoid making you feel like I was only using you."

Before you could think of anything to say his hands returned their motions on your face.

"We should finish cleaning you up before we continue talking about us."

It was quiet but not uncomfortable. Soft giggles from either you or Cheol came and went.

He had finished around ten minutes later.

Your eyes were beginning to get heavy again, the sleepiness slowly creeping over you again.

And again, he noticed this. He was always able to read you.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," his tone was soft. He tried his best to not disturb your sleepy state.

His hand went to the small of your back, lightly guiding you to his bedroom.

Once you climbed onto the bed you fell asleep not even a minute later. Seungcheol quickly followed as soon as he cuddled up against you.

It was calm.

It had been almost an hour since you had woken up. Your head wasn't hurting as bad as you thought it would be. Maybe it was because someone kept making you drink water throughout the night.

Speaking of him, Seungcheol was currently busy with making breakfast, which left you the freedom to lounge around the living room.

Until a certain thought came up.

Well, more like thoughts.

You were recounting last night's events and what still weighed on your mind.

You knew you had confessed to Cheol and that he returned your feelings… but something felt off. It still felt like you needed to tell him something but you couldn’t place your finger on exactly what it was.

“Here,” Cheol had placed the food right next to you. God, it wasn’t even anything special but his food looked so damn good.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it.

“Is something wrong?” Seungcheol asked apprehensively, his gaze filled with worry.

You didn’t know where to begin.

Maybe you should tell him about the guy you had hooked up with a while ago, the one that didn’t know where your clit was… that’s a good start right?

Obviously you know you didn’t really do anything wrong but it still weighs heavy on your mind from time to time.

"I need to tell you something, but promise me you won't get mad at me," you pleaded.

He looked at you incredulously, "It can't be that bad."

Taking a deep breath you begin, "I slept with someone else. But, this was before we came up with the arrangement, I think maybe a few days after we..." your voice immediately got stuck in your throat once you caught a glimpse of Cheol.

He was oddly calm. Too calm for your liking.

"Did you like it?" His voice didn't hold any trace of anger but you knew he was bothered by it.

You knew that you had to be cautious with your wording.

"No! I think I was just confused at the time so I experimented ," Your voice was meek. "It didn't mean anything, I promise."

He looked at you briefly. "That's too bad."

Huh?

To your dismay, he stood up and walked away into his bedroom.

You felt frozen in a way, confused about how to handle the situation. But rather than letting it grow into something worse you decided to follow him to his room. Talking it out will for sure help.

As you walked towards his door, you noticed that it had been left wide open.

Was this a setup?

Carefully, you stepped inside his room while searching for him. You were met with the sound of the door slamming shut, and a sudden presence behind your back.

"Cheol-" He turned you towards him, his hold was quite firm; though not to be confused with harsh.

"I'm not mad I promise," he leaned closer to kiss you. While his tone was gentle his kiss was not.

He pulled away for just a second.

"Why be mad when I have you all to myself now?"

Before he could go any further he pulled away again.

"Is this okay?"

Immediately, you nodded to let him continue his ministrations.

He cupped your cheeks once again to kiss you.

After a minute or so, he moved down to your neck. At first, he pressed light pecks but eventually started lingering on certain spots.

"Need to let everyone know that you're mine."

With that, he continued marking your neck, making sure that everyone would be able to see that you were now taken.

And while you loved the feeling of him marking you up, you couldn't help but want more.

"Cheol, please," your breaths were labored.

He hummed into the crook of your neck.

"Can you please just fuck me already?" You were growing needier by the second. Your panties were sticking uncomfortably against your heat.

He scoffed at your sudden urgency.

"I still need to prep you though," he tried reasoning with you, but to no avail, it fell upon deaf ears.

"We can do that any other day Cheol," the thought of having to wait a second longer pained you.

But, if that's how you wanted it... how could he deny you that?

He roughly exhaled before focusing on you again.

"Clothes," he instructed with a tug to your (his) shirt.

He did the same in return. Once you were both done stripping, he pushed you towards his bed so he could begin his work on you.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to get prepped first?” He was lightly tracing his fingers over your inner thighs.

Had it been with anyone else you would for sure need prep but Cheol was always careful with you, you trusted him.

“Yes, god, please just fuck me.” Desperate couldn’t begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment.

With that final confirmation, he began to work. While he knew you didn't want to be prepped he still wanted to work you up a bit. Gently, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and started spreading them apart.

He trailed soft kisses at an excruciatingly slow rate. But eventually, he landed on your core. He peppered it with another round of kisses, the pressure varying between each kiss.

After a minute or so he pulled away and slotted himself right in between your legs.

Holding his cock in his hand, he stroked it twice and then ran the tip up and down your slit. No matter how many times you fuck Seungcheol, you will never get used to the initial sting of his cock. It also doesn’t help that he’s so big.

He slowly nudged the tip towards your entrance. Gradually, he carefully pushed himself deeper inside you, cautious knowing that he hadn’t prepped you. After the first few seconds the feeling went away, leaving you with want. You moved your hips to let him know you wanted more.

"Fuck," you manage.

"Can't take me?" He almost pulls out fully before snapping his cock into you again.

You hated when he got this cocky, but you couldn't deny that it didn't turn you on even more.

“Shut up,” you tried hiding the pleasure in your voice while he slowly went in and out of you.

He only hummed in response. Soon he became enveloped in you, his thrusts were slowly picking up pace while he held onto you tightly. Your senses were completely invaded by Seungcheol, only being able to think about him.

“I will never get used to how tight you are,” his voice was strained, trying his best to not cum inside you. (because that would be embarrassing, not for you but for him)

All you could do was moan in response.

After a few months of consistent hookups, Seungcheol had learned about your body pretty quickly, from your kinks, to your turn offs… he practically knew your body inside and out.

Which explained how he knew you were on the brink of coming, your walls tightening around him being a common telltale sign.

Usually, he would edge you for a good hour or so, but after last night’s ordeal he just wanted to show you how much you affected him. So with that, Seungcheol lazily brought his free down to your clit and began to rub slow yet firm circles. He knew that playing with your bud would immediately send you over the edge. It also didn’t help that his pace was becoming more erratic, by the looks of it, you would be coming together.

And just like that, after a few more thrusts he felt you begin to spasm underneath him, letting a loud string of moans out during the act. Seungcheol dipped his head towards your lips as he came inside you, making you swallow his groans in the process.

Shortly after, Seungcheol’s body fell completely limp on yours, feeling only pure exhaustion. It felt nice, only being able to feel his heavy body on top of yours… kind of therapeutic in a sense. But unfortunately that didn’t last very long, because after a minute or so, everything began to feel wet and sticky.

As if reading your mind, Seungcheol mumbled out a low, “let’s get cleaned up.”

While you were obviously up for it, the thought of having to stand up at this very moment felt horrible. As he slowly pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but just stay on the bed. This did not go well with Seungcheol.

“Y/n c’mon, we have to get you cleaned up,” he whined while tugging on your arm.

“Just five more minutes, I still can’t feel my legs!” Were you being over dramatic? Yes, but it’s not like he’s not used to it.

“Y/n we have to get ready to go out.” This time he pulled you all the way up, keeping you steady while you regained your balance. You did recall him mentioning going out today but you don’t remember exactly where.

“Really? Where are we going?” The excitement of going out completely masked the feeling of your jelly-like legs.

“Nowhere in specific.” Your smile dropped. What does he mean nowhere? You hated when he turned things into surprises. (Hate is a strong word but you get the idea.)

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just wanted to show my new girlfriend off to the world I guess…”

Ugh. He is so annoying.

“Never say that again, ever.”

Yet, you couldn’t hide the smile slowly creeping up towards your face. Hearing him call you his girlfriend was definitely something you could get used to.

I am so so so sorry for leaving you guys hanging! It was not my intention I swear,, I just kept taking and adding to the fic which is why it got delayed so bad… at least the finale is here right? The last part was not proofread so I’m hoping that it’s legible, hope you enjoy :3

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tlou-reid · 3 months

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Hiii! I absolutely love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something about Spencer reid and reader who have just started dating and they get into their first ever argument and it’s a bit angsty but cute(?) cause he gets all worried while reader is more experienced in the relationship department so she (or gn!reader, your choice) doesn’t worry as much cause she knows it doesn’t mean they’re over? And then he gets all pouty and clingy when they make up cause he hated being far from her sm🫶 I know its very specific and idk weird so its totally okay if you don’t wanna write it but I’d really appreciate it!!!

as an insecure certified lover girl i love this request and i am so sorry it took me so long to get to <3

spencer was not expecting you to leave. to argue, to complain, even to berate, but to leave? the thought the didn’t even cross his mind.

the argument had started over something stupid, probably like a teasing remark that had gone too far, or the fact that he had been nagging you about doing the dishes. he wasn’t sure. all that filled his mind now was the fact that you walked out the door and slammed it behind you. he wasn’t sure where you went to, or if you were coming back.

yet, he was frozen in place. his knees had begun to shake as tears started to well up in his eyes. for a genius, you are really fucking stupid, he thought. he couldn’t believe he blew things with you, already.

you two hadn’t officially been together long. only around 3 months, but had spent much more time together prior to that. he was truly falling for you, something he wasn’t expecting to do. he loved the way you laughed and the way you listened to him. he loved that you were always there to greet him with a wide smile and a tight hug when you he came back from cases. he loved being around you and he loved the positive energy you put out.

and he just ruined all of that over some stupid argument.

spencer was rarely one to be unsure. after all, he is a genius, so there wasn’t many things he didn’t know. but, standing alone in front of his apartment door, he was clueless. should he run after you? should he wait it out? should he start packing up all of the things you’ve left at his apartment over these three months? he didn’t know.

so, like with most things he didn’t know, he was going to research. sure, to the common person googling “what to do after a fight with your girlfriend” would be corny, maybe even a little dumb, but not to spencer. when he couldn’t figure stuff out, he found other sources that could. so that’s what he was trying to do now.

much to spencer’s dismay, he was met with a whole bunch of editorials. not a single academic paper, dissertation, or research project had been conducted on the topic. so, he took what he could get and began reading over the newest People Magazine article titled “steps to making your girlfriend happy after being a bad boyfriend”.

he wasn’t sure how long he’d been reading, or how many different pop culture magazine websites he’d accidentally signed up for on his old desktop by the time his phone rang. it startled him, but he moved quickly to get it, assuming it was hotch calling him to come in for a case.

his heart sped up but his stomach dropped when he saw your first name, with the little otter emoji next to it. you had picked it, spencer didn’t even know there was an otter emoji.

his thumb slid over the answer button as quickly as he could move it, but once he brought the phone up to his ear, spencer couldn’t find any words.

the line was silent for a minute. you weren’t sure if he was even breathing on the other side. you wanted to give yourself time to cool off, separate from spencer. his little remark about your poor cooking skills had gotten to you, and you didn’t want it to become a massive argument. you didn’t know that spencer had spiraled after you left.

“are you going to come over or what?” you couldn’t help but let the residual anger you were holding slip out. despite this, spencer’s breath caught in his throat. you heard him take a deep exhale before saying, “you want me to come over?”

the desperation in his voice was so apparent, it broke your heart. any anger you were holding onto, or any bitterness about the comment he made completely wiped away when you heard spencer’s voice. you guessed that he had probably been crying. you softened your tone, and spoke slowly as you answered him, “of course i want you to come over, spence. we don’t get to have two sleepovers in a row very often.”

spencer’s hand was shaking as he listened to your words. he thought for sure you were going to break up with him. all he said was, “i’m on my way.” before hanging up.

you shouldn’t have been surprised at spencer throwing himself in your arms when you opened the door for him. he always craved physical touch, despite his fear of germs. he knew you and he cherished you, and all he wanted was to be close to you.

your hand snaked around his back as he buried his head in your shoulder. you tried to pretend you couldn’t feel the tears escaping from him. he wasn’t sobbing, there was just other way for him to have the emotional release he needed than to allow his tears to fall. your hand rubbed lovingly over his back, letting him adjust to being back with you.

“i’m so sorry,” he muttered against you. his hands were balled up between you two and you could feel him nervously squeezing his fists tighter. “spencer, it’s okay,” you assured.

you pulled away from him, only to wipe his tears away and move his hair out of his face. despite his height, he looked so tiny and vulnerable. “i didn’t mean to upset you,” he whined. “it’s okay,” you repeated, grabbing his hand to move him to the sofa.

you sat across from him, but he stared at the floor. “i thought you were breaking up with me,” he muttered. his voice was quiet and gentle. you couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “why would i do that?” you moved closer to him, tucking his hair behind his ear to get him to look at you. “i-i don’t know! you just left and you were angry and i thought you weren’t coming back,” tears were filling up his eyes again as he finally met your gaze.

“spence,” you cooed, “couples fight and sometimes they need space. a little argument like that is nothing. we’re okay,” you promised him. he nodded, then reached out to pull you into his chest. “i don’t like when you storm out like that,” he said. “‘m sorry,” you mumbled against him. he just nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

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roturo · 6 months

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him.

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.”

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this.

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn.

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;(

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?” Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck.

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt.

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.

#gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #nanami kento smut #yuta okkotsu smut #megumi fushiguro smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #megumi fushiguro #yuta okkotsu #megumi smut

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buccini555 · 6 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 — 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

✦𓈒 𓆇 While Ran was busy, you took his phone to look at something random and ended up finding romantic messages from other people...

✦𓈒 𓆇 x m a l e r e a d e r !

✦𓈒 𓆇 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani

It was already late when Ran finally arrived home, even so, despite your exhaustion, you remained anxiously waiting for him, when you finally heard the door open, you went to welcome him as usual and then you went up to the room together.

"Wait until I take a shower, hmm? Could you tell Rindou that I'm already home?" The taller man entered the bathroom and handed you his phone, then you went to do what he asked you to do.

Sending the message to Rindou, you noticed some notifications, but you just ignored it all when some heart emojis caught your attention.

"We should see each other more often, my love!" That was all it said, even though you trusted Ran and thought invading his privacy was a terrible idea, you opened those messages and it really was the worst thing you did.

Trying to hold back your tears with each of Ran's words, you just waited for him to get out of the shower, which didn't take long.

"Finally! My day was extremely tiring- what are you still doing with my cell phone?" He immediately changed his mood when he realized he was discovered, still silent, you just looked at him with the biggest disappointment in your eyes.

"Was it nice to spend the day with him too?" You questioned in a single teasing tone, noticing Ran's mask falling.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He pretended to be surprised and questioned in a subtle tone of voice.

"You've always been a good actor, haven't you?" Still ironizing the situation, you questioned him again.

"...I'm not going to sit here and listen to some stupid kid's complaints." Ran said as he dressed in a hurry, he definitely didn't even care about the seriousness of his actions.

"Complaints? How did you have the nerve to betray me? I would never do that to you!" Tired of holding back your tears, you just spoke, making clear all the pain you were feeling.

"I needed to have fun! I just wanted to have fun, okay?" For a moment, Ran stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a look of superiority and saying that he just wanted to have fun.

"Having fun throwing our relationship in the trash? How much consideration you have for us!" Looking directly at him, you replied, with a trembling voice and still trying to deal with the crying that insisted on continuing.

"Shut the fuck up, you're so fucking annoying." Ran shouted before snatching his phone from his hand, making you feel scared of his reactions.

Amid solutions and tears, you could only realize that Ran wanted to blame such betrayal on you. "...You behave as if this is all my fault."

"If you were enough for me, I wouldn't look for fun out there."

"Alright then, go away and have a great time!" You laughed, still watching Ran mock all of your pain.

Seeing who Ran really was, in that moment you just accepted that he had become the worst kind of person he could be.

"Thank you for letting me go, now I don't have to hide anything from you anymore, right?" Finishing getting ready, he continued to ignore you, Ran didn't seem to care about the fact that he was discovered.

"No, of course not, you remain free since our relationship meant nothing to you." Once again, you responded to Ran's taunts.

"Don't talk that shit, man." That's all he said, Ran definitely thought you wouldn't break up with him or something, but, you just ended it that night.

The last thing Haitani heard from you was just goodbye.

"Go away Ran..."

When he realized that you were really firm in your decision, Ran left, leaving you with only the pain of having been betrayed by the one you loved most.

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ghostlygeto · 1 year

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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

warnings: mentions nsfw things (“suggestive”?), so MDNI, mentions the same dildo from the last scenario lol, reader nd sakusa are drinking, first kiss moment, i dunno. same universe as the last sakusa thing i posted (shocked pikachu emoji), omi kind of pines hella hard

wc: 1.5k

“you should tell me a secret about yourself, kiyoomi,” his first name rolled off your tongue as if it lived there, you couldn’t remember the last time you had called him anything else. “and it has to be a real one, not something stupid!” you laughed slightly and took another drink of whatever alcohol the two of you had been sharing for the night.

“don’t you have to tell me a secret about yourself as well, then?” sakusa asked. he was thankful that his cheeks were already tinted pink from the alcohol, he didn’t have to worry about you noticing his blush from the use of his first name. “it’s only fair isn’t it?”

“you already know a big secret about me,” you remind him, rolling your eyes as he raised his eyebrows as if asking what secret. “remember? ‘tsumu doesn’t so lovingly call me dildo girl for no reason.”

“oh.” was all sakusa managed to get out, somehow forgetting about the incident that brought you two together in the first place. “but that can’t count, everyone masturbates, y/n. it’s normal.”

“but you saw the dildo! with your eyes! and according to ‘tsumu he like, swung it around and stuff!” you shouted playfully, cheeks and ears flushing red at the memory, “i still haven’t used it. and it was expensive, too. you guys should feel bad.”

“i don’t have to feel bad for anything,” sakusa shook his head, finishing his drink before grabbing both of you another one, “i didn’t do anything. i told him not to open the box.”

you huffed, grabbing the drink from sakusa (who kindly opened it for you, since you always struggled to on your own) before taking a big sip of it. “you should, i asked you to get the package and protect it with your life. you did not do that.”

sakusa laughed, not just a small chuckle but a real, genuine laugh. sometimes he felt like you were the only person that could get those out of him. “i don’t think you asked me to protect it with my life, but whatever helps you sleep at night i suppose. i’m sorry i didn’t protect your precious package with my life,”

this was probably your favorite side to kiyoomi. the alcohol in his system made him more laid back than usual, he’d feel comfortable laying his legs across your lap or draping his arm across the top edge of the couch, his hand barely ghosting your shoulder. plus he laughed a lot. little giggles, chuckles, and sometimes full blown belly laughs. he was a completely different person with you (and with the alcohol).

“so what’s your secret?” you ask, shoving his shoulder, “tell me a secret, kiyo. i want to know everything about you.”

something in your words gave him butterflies. everything about him? he wondered if you really meant that, if you wanted to know all the reasons he is the way he is, the color of his childhood bedroom or the name of his pet hamster when he was seven. or if you just wanted to know the things that all the other women wanted to know about him. his workout routine or how many women he’s slept with or how long his-

“kiyo,” you called him out of his thoughts, a concerned look on your face, “y’know if you keep your brow scrunched like that all the time you’re going to get wrinkles. and then girls wouldn’t find you as pretty anymore. are you gonna tell me a secret or do i need to kick you out of my apartment?”

“maybe i should keep doing it then, i don’t need women to find me attractive.” sakusa rolled his eyes, but thought for a second about a secret to tell you. he thought it only fair to tell you one equally as embarrassing as yours (even though yours was mostly funny and not really embarrassing). “i’ve never been kissed before.”

you tried to hide the shocked look on your face, “what? never? like not even once when you were a kid as a dare or something?” you didn’t mean to make him feel bad, but somehow you couldn’t believe a man as attractive as kiyoomi would have never have kissed someone before. “why not?”

“i was never interested in it,” he shrugged, taking another sip from the bottle in his hand, “and i’ve never met anyone worth wanting to kiss, y’know?” he didn’t ignore the shocked look on your face, giving you a small laugh in response. “you’re surprised, knowing what you know about me and you’re surprised i’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“i think it’s more surprising to hear you say you’ve never met anyone worth kissing before. i mean, you see bokuto, hinata and ‘tsumu on the daily. if i got to see them i’d want to kiss one of them for sure.” you teased, “maybe you just don’t like girls?”

“i’d die before kissing any of them, especially atsumu,” sakusa shuddered before shaking his head at you, “i know that i like women, y/n. it’s just a matter of finding the one that doesn’t disgust me.” he hesitated for a moment before sighing, “and it’s hard to find someone that wants to know me. not sakusa of msby, but me. like…”

“someone who wants to know kiyoomi,” you finished his sentence. you didn’t know how to tell him that’s how you wanted to know him. you wanted to know kiyoomi, not sakusa. and to an extent you do know kiyoomi, you’re one of the few people he’d ever let see him like this. but you still worried that he’d never fully open up to you. why did you deserve to know him like that? just because you’re his neighbor?

“right, someone who wants to know kiyoomi.” sakusa’s eyes fell to you, and you pretended to not feel his stare. “but how do i trust that the people i’m surrounding myself with want to know me? and not him.” it was a genuine question, sakusa didn’t know how to tell the difference between the two. that’s why he didn’t have any friends outside of the volleyball team.

and you.

“what about me?” you asked, eyes meeting his. if it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you likely wouldn’t be so bold, “do you trust me?”

with everything. he wanted to tell you, though thankfully he had enough control over his drunken words not to. “i do.”

“do i disgust you?”

“not even a little.”

he hadn’t realized it before, but sometime between him confessing about never having kissed someone before and right now, your faces had gotten much closer. he wasn’t sure he had ever been close to someone like this before, aside from maybe the one time atsumu got far too drunk and tried to kiss him (it took days for sakusa to feel clean afterwards). but this was different. it felt different, he didn’t mind being this close to you. nor did he care that he could feel your alcohol ridden breath on his face with every rise and fall of your chest.

“kiyoomi?”

“yes y/n?”

“can i be your first kiss?”

sakusa answered by closing the distance between the two of you, unsure of what to do when your lips had actually connected. his eyes were closed, he knew that much, but what was he supposed to do with his hands? was he supposed to move his head at all?

“kiyo, you can breathe,” you laughed as you pulled away, a smile spread across your face. “you’re as stiff as a board, if you’re going to be kissing women you need to learn to be a little looser.”

sakusa knew you wanted to know everything about kiyoomi, not sakusa. “i’m not going to be kissing women.” he grinned, leaning away from you now. “i think i need to be a little more drunk, though.” he tried standing up but you stopped him.

“more drunk? kiyoomi i think you’re plenty drunk,” you giggled, holding onto his wrist, trying to tug him back down onto your couch, “drunk enough to kiss me, that is.”

sakusa wanted to tell you that he didn’t need to be drunk to kiss you, it just made it easier. but he didn’t, he just sat back down next to you and turned his attention to the tv. “was i bad at it?”

“kissing?” you giggled again, “it wasn’t the worst first kiss i’ve ever had.” you shrugged, tracing the outline of his side profile with your eyes. you were pretty sure if angels existed on earth, kiyoomi would be one of them. “what did you think of it?”

“well i don’t have anything to compare it to,” he replied, “so i think it was nice.” sakusa didn’t know how to tell you the only reason it was nice was because it was with you.

not pictured: atsumu spamming you with snaps the next morning, freaking out over the fact that you sent him a video of you and kiyoomi kissing (you had to beg him not to mention it to omi)

reblogs, comments, nd likes appreciated ;3

#sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #selfship: kiyori #sakusa kiyoomi x reader

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gggreengoblin · 7 months

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Do You Want To See My Elephant?

2.176 words. Summary:: Max, who was visiting West Australia, met a handsome local man named Daniel. He couldn't say no when Daniel asked him if he wanted to see his elephant.

If you had asked Max a few weeks before whether picking up a guy at a club would be on the menu during his West Australia vacation, he would probably say 'maybe, but I don't think so’. But on the second day he stayed in Perth, he was sitting in the bar of a nightclub with Daniel, a handsome local man, who was wearing a shirt with loud prints and a thick silver chain around his neck.

The club was awesome. It had a cool vibe and good music. Or it was just the alcohol in his blood talking, taking over his brain, and making everything seem better than it actually was. Or was it just Daniel’s effect on him? This Daniel, the stranger with kind eyes and curly hair.

Max was a couple of glasses deep already. His head was a little lighter and all he wanted was to giggle at everything this handsome man said. He didn’t mind, though. He would giggle forever as long as this stranger looked at him like that. Like he was the most interesting person in the room.

Even in this horrible lighting, Max could see how Daniel’s dark eyes lit up while he spoke. And he, of course, noticed the dimples in Daniel’s cheeks. They would pop out every time this man smiled or laughed or just moved his facial muscles in general. And the tattoos on his arms and the back of his hands—God, all of that made him feel so thirsty. So he kept sipping his cocktail, the one Daniel bought for him. Sweet, sour, and bitter at the same time.

Daniel leaned in. Max could smell his perfume—manly but not overpowering. Honestly, he just smelled expensive, elegant, and alluring. His breath tickled Max’s right earlobe. That deadly combination made his already light-headed head spin.

“So, how long will you be here?” Daniel said, directly into Max’s ear. His deep, smooth voice and his accent almost made Max's eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Here as in West Australia? Around two weeks, but I am also staying in Perth for two more days," he whisper-shouted back at Daniel. He took that opportunity to steal a sniff at his neck. He couldn't get enough of this perfume.

“Cool." Daniel nodded and took a small gulp of his beer. "Max, do you want to see my elephant?”

Max almost choked on his saliva. How could he say something like that so casually? And also what a weird phrasing? Who would call their thing an elephant? It was so weird. Or was it just how Australians flirt? Max didn’t know for sure, but he would be stupid to pass on this opportunity. “Of course, it would be lovely, Daniel,” he said, almost screaming so Daniel could hear him. He hoped he said it loud and clear.

"Yeah?" There was a smirk on Daniel’s face. His eyes were bright and playful, with a mischievous gleam in them.

“Yes.” Max nodded. He looked around, trying to find the general direction to the bathroom. The club was crowded, but he hoped the bathroom was clean and empty so he could get on his knees for this man. He was already salivating from the anticipation. How he wanted to do it dirty, sloppy, and slow. And he would do his best to make it a good show for Daniel. "Now?”

“Nah.”

Oh, that broke Max's heart.

“I can’t ditch my friends tonight.” He pointed at a group of men sitting on a long sofa. One of them waved his hand to Daniel, telling him to hurry up and come back to the group. “How about tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t pout, Maxy.” He gave Max’s thigh a squeeze with his free hand. His rings were pressing into Max’s muscles through his jeans. “Give me your phone.”

Max pulled his phone from his jeans' pocket. He entered his PIN code and gave the device to Daniel.

“Text me your hotel address. Does tomorrow morning sound good to you? Can I pick you up at 8.30?” Daniel gave him his phone back. He saved his number in Max’s phone book as Daniel Ric with an elephant emoji.

Max couldn’t hide his smile. This guy was one of a kind. Max had never met someone like him before.

“Yes. But why in the morning? Why can’t we do it in the evening?” It wouldn’t go well if Max woke up with a bad hangover. Most of the time, he couldn’t get it up if he did not feel his 100%, and he did not want that to happen while he was with Daniel. So he put his cocktail down and asked the bartender for a bottle of water.

“Don’t forget to text me, yeah?” Daniel stood up from his stool. He leaned in and kissed Max’s cheek. The scratch of his beard made Max feel hot all over. “Trust me, it would be better if we do it in the morning.” He said it with a wink before he went back to his friend.

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To say he was excited was an understatement. Max went back to his hotel right after Daniel left. He did not touch any alcohol after that, only his bottled water.

When he entered his hotel room, he made a beeline straight into his bathroom. He took a long, hot shower and shaved his hair down there. It had been a while, and he was not prepared. He thanked his lucky star, or whatever it was, that he packed a spare shaving razor. It was gross to shave his face with the same razor he used to shave his balls and ass. It could cause cross-contamination, right? He didn’t know for sure, but it was just plain wrong.

He lay down in his bed with his phone plugged in beside his pillow. He made sure to activate a six a.m. alarm. He needed to wake up early in the morning to douche, making sure everything was squeaky clean.

He ate a light breakfast and texted Daniel his address. Not long after that, Daniel told him to meet him in the hotel's underground parking lot. Max was a little bit surprised by that. He thought they would meet in the hotel lobby and did it in his room.

Danie stood in the middle of the parking lot. Dressed in a black cotton jacket zipped up until his throat, a pair of olive-colored fabric shorts, and black hiking boots. He also wore a curve-brimmed trucker cap that had the same color as his shorts, and a pair of black sunglasses were perched upon the beak of his hat. He approached Max and kissed his cheek. "Morning, Maxy Max." He led Max to his parked black Rubicon by his waist. He opened the passenger door for Max.

It took Max by surprise. This Daniel was different from the one he met the night before. He didn't complain, though. He was just not expecting these changes. The guy in the club was metrosexual, adorned with a chain around his neck, rings, a bracelet on his wrist, and a loud print shirt. But this guy was just ruggedly handsome, he thought. Max couldn't look away.

He didn't know why, but for a second, he assumed the car would smell bad, like cigarettes and maybe beer too. It was a wrong assumption, it smelled nice, like coffee, and faintly he could smell Daniel’s perfume from the night before.

Daniel took one of the paper cups from the cup holder and gave it to Max. “I got you a cup of coffee, americano. If it is too bitter for you, I have some sugar.” He unzipped his jacket halfway and took out two sachets of packed sugar from his left breast pocket.

Max accepted the coffee and the sugar. He took a small sip. The coffee was really bitter. He did his best to hide his grimace, even though he almost gagged from the unpleasant taste. He was not a fan of coffee, especially if it wasn't ice cold, but he tried to be polite.

They started driving, leaving Max's hotel. Max was impressed by Daniel’s driving ability. The way he could control that bulky car so smoothly. He was zoning out, looking out of the window, until he felt Daniel's gaze on him during a red light stop.

“Ahh– You don't like black coffee. Just add the sugar, mate. Or put it down if you don't like it,” Daniel said before taking a big sip from his own cup.

No, not a chance, he wanted to drink this coffee with Daniel as if they were on a coffee date. Max put the coffee back in the cup holder and poured two sachets of sugar into his coffee. At least if the coffee was sweet, he wouldn't be so nauseous, right? Was it the right way to make coffee more bearable?

Daniel drove until they left the city center area. They entered an employee parking lot at a recreation park. Max could see the roller coaster track from there. Daniel turned off the car's engine and jumped out of the car. He opened Max's door.

"Where are we?" Max said while stepping out of the car. He left his half-empty cup in the cup holder.

"You will see."

They entered the recreation park, which was still closed, by the back door. Daniel scanned his ID card to open the locked steel door. He took off his jacket, revealing his zoo uniform with his name embroidered on the left side of his chest.

There were several staff and janitors. They were doing their morning chores, like cleaning and checking the equipment. Almost all of them greeted Daniel, but they all looked curiously at Max.

Daniel took him to a parked golf cart. He pulled a bunch of keys from his shorts' pocket, searching for the right one to drive this little thing. He turned the cart on and patted the seat beside him. "Come on. We need to hurry!"

Max looked around the park. It had a lot of green vegetation that was different from the plants outside, animal statues, and safari-themed rides. "So, we're going to see a real elephant?"

"Yes, I promised you I would show you my elephant, didn't I?" Daniel said while pointing to the word 'zoo' in his uniform, right above his name. "Technically, the elephants—we have four, by the way—are mine too because my parents own this recreation park and zoo."

“Oh.” Yeah, it was all he could think about, just 'Oh'. It was a huge letdown, really. It was the first time he met someone who owned a theme park and zoo, but it was also the first time he got ready for nothing. All the grooming he did was for nothing. And the excitement he felt went down the drain.

A meme Victoria sent him popped up in Max’s head. It was a video of two men in a boat, and one of them said, 'I hope you're hungry, for nothing'. Yes, that was how he felt at the moment. He was thirsty for nothing. So he stood there, hollow-eyed, in front of a golf cart. He couldn't believe he shaved his ass and balls for nothing.

Daniel folded his arms on top of the cart's steering wheel. "'Oh'? Just 'oh'? Are you disappointed, Max?" He looked up at Max with eyes that he couldn't read. His brown, wide cow eyes were too expressive, showing too many emotions at the same time, and it made Max confused.

"I'm not really disappointed. Of course I'm happy, I can see elephants up close and without any other visitors, which is a rare opportunity, but I thought we would do something else.”

"Something else? Like?" He smiled. That gorgeous, wide smile that got Max hooked in the first place.

“You know what I mean, Daniel. Seeing elephant. Your elephant. Turned out it was a false advertisement.” Max knew he was beet red. He felt how his blood rushed into his cheeks and ears. Saying what he felt was a hard thing to do, especially when he had to admit what he wanted to Daniel, a stranger who he thought was asking him out for a hookup.

“This is the first time someone is not impressed by my freaking zoo. I have to make it up to you then.”

Max sat on the cart, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Yeah. You better show me the whole damn zoo.” He still couldn't look at Daniel.

“We have a massive collection of exotic birds too. Are peacocks interesting enough for you?”

"Stop with the innuendo, please." Max covered his face with his hands.

"It is not an innuendo, Maxy. We do have peacocks. You just have a dirty mind."

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By the time he left Perth, Max knew all about animals' facts and a promise from a charming local man that he would join him during his days off from the zoo.

#maxiel #f1 rpf #maxiel fic #my fic #tourist!Max #zoo owner!Daniel #daniel/max

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kim2248 · 10 months

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Deeply curious about Ronin's reaction to Y/N's death pre-Skybound retcon ESP @/the other ninja *insert eyes emoji here because trying to add them locks my keyboard's typing ability* mayhaps I'm just wanting to cackle over their faces over discovering this money laundering headache of theirs that comes and goes morally ambiguously went through an "accidentally adopted a child arc" while they weren't looking

Ahhh my very first inbox message, thank you anon!

Just so you know, this one request sent me spiraling and writing an entire alternative ending to Season 6 where I guess Jay doesn't reset everything?? And plenty of father-child angst so enjoy!

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''Took ya long enough, you missed all the fun.'' Ronin quipped after throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at the approaching Jay.

''You find (Y/N)?''

The silence he was met with was enough to make him turn around again, doing a double-take as he looked at Jay's hollow stare and his blood-trenched gi, still red and wet in places, although some of it had begun drying and turned into a shade of dark purple. A beat of silence passed where none of them dared speak, even Nadakhan was silent.

''Jay.'' Ronin's voice was trembling. ''Where is (Y/N)?''

Jay wasn't answering. Ronin repeated his question with more emphasis, taking one step towards the Lightning Ninja whose eye's were still fixated on the ground. The thief felt his heart drop at all it could imply and before long, he was up and running towards the ruin of a building Jay had come from, his breath growing labored and eyes growing panicked as he quickly scanned the cracked pieces of concrete lying about.

Maybe they'd been hit by some of the rubble. Maybe they just had their leg stuck under some and that's why he couldn't find them. Maybe they were just unconscious and that's why he couldn't hear their voice anywhere. Maybe it was anything but what he thought it would be.

Ronin called out their name, hoping for an answer. Nothing. He made his way through the remains of the temple, jumping over what used to be a wall and entering what looked like a ceremonial hall. The ground in front of him was caved in and when he looked down, he felt his blood run cold in his veins.

He froze. There was no adequate reaction to what his mind had to comprehend. Quietly, he felt his conscience curse himself for ever growing attached to a stupid teenager that decided to squat in his flat one day.

Ronin had seen many dead bodies in his life; of his enemies, of strangers, of his dearest friend. But nothing seemed to come close to what he saw that day.

Their head was twisted to the side, Ronin thought if he'd had to see their face he actually would have started crying on the spot, their arms were splayed out on either side of them and a puddle of blood had started pooling beneath them, the rocks scattered around partly painted in bloody handprints and smears.

Whatever had happened to them hadn't been an accident. Someone had killed them. And whoever that someone was, Ronin would make them pay.

Meanwhile, outside of the building the remaining Ninja were growing more than concerned.

''Jay, what's going on, talk to us!'', Lloyd said and put a hand on his shoulder.

''It's…the…he-'', Jay stuttered as he looked down at his hands which were dark red from the dried blood. He could still see the live fading in their eyes.

''Ohh, I understand now'', Nadakhan throatily chuckled, ''My, what a conundrum that must be for you, Jay. Two people so close to you being at each other's throats, quite literally. Now, who do you care about more? You've already forgiven a killer once, haven't you?''

''Jay, what's he talking about?'', Kai asked next to him.

The ginger bit his bottom lip in worry and turned his face away from the other Ninja, fists clenched tight. His eyes landed on the Djinn Blade on the ground. Nadakhan must've dropped it when he was shot with the venom.

''Funny how much can change just because of one simple wish, isn't it, Jay? Say, I'm curious, which one made it out alive? My bets are on the dagger-wielding one, though I would expect they would have some qualms about repeating past mistakes-''

In a rush of anger, Jay picked up the Djinn Blade lying on the ground and struck Nadakhan mid-taunting-laugh with an aggravated yell. The Djinn turned into a little orange light as the grating sound of stone breaking shattered through the air and islands around them started to slowly fall apart.

Before anyone could get a word out, Jay was shoved around and seized by the collar of his shirt by an angry Ronin, lifted up until his feet hung a few inches above the ground. Behind him, Nya could be seen, eyes wide and still in her white wedding dress, though the hem of it had been soiled by the mud it had been dragged through.

''What did you do?! What happened in there?!''

''N-not me-'', he could barely get the words out in the chokehold Ronin was holding him in.

''Well who was it, then?!''

''Guys?''

Everyone turned around to the person that had spoken. 'The Ninjas faces dropped, Ronin let go of Jay out of shock who promptly fell to the ground with a quiet 'oof'.

''COLE!''

All the Ninja except for Jay rushed to hug Cole and bombard him with questions.

''I-it was him…he…killed them.'', Jay quietly said with hurt eyes, gently massaging his neck where the collar of his shirt had dug into. Ronin was the only one who heard it, but it was all it took for him to walk up to Cole and punch him square in the face, knocking him over.

Immediatly, Kai, Zane and Lloyd moved to stand in front of their teammate while Jay scrambled to get up and hold the thief back from punching him again together with Nya.

''OW, what is wrong with you, Ronin?!'' Cole yelled as he sat up, clutching his now bleeding nose.

''What's wrong with me?! What's wrong with you! You killed (Y/N) and you have the balls to just show up and let yourself be celebrated like some kind of deity returning from the dead!'', he accusingly pointed at the Earth Ninja on the ground.

The ground shook and a few more remaining islands started plummeting towards the ground.

''Guys, I think we better get out of here before the entire island comes down!'', Lloyd yelled.

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Hope you enjoyed this! So yeah, basically Ronin gets really angry and starts physically assaulting people because do you really think that mf would express his grief in a healthy way? He would undoubtedly cry later once he can be 100% sure he's alone and then probably uproot the entirety of Djinjago's remains to find their corpse and give them a proper burial. Aaand then he would probably vow to never let anyone get close to him ever again. And maybe turn to some mild to severe alcoholism. We'll see.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #morro #fanfic #lego #lloyd garmadon #kai ninjago #legoninjago #ninjagomorro #ninjago nadakhan #ninjago jay #jay walker #skybound #ninjago skybound #ronin #ronin ninjago #opposites attract

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tangyangie · 1 year

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» LOVE SONG ♪

character(s): spencer reid (insert nerd emoji)

genre(s): fluffier than that one cheesecake recipe

description: f!reader, established relationship, i stole this idea from a tv show you don’t know

notes: here you go you little eggshell (this is aimed)

im never posting this (maybe for valentines idk)

god this is so long

“valentines is coming up, loverboy.”

“how’s your gift to your little y/n-poo coming along??”

“stop teasing me, you guys.” reid sighed, overwhelmed by his indecisiveness to choose a gift for you.

penelope and derek acted like kindergarteners with a friend who had a crush, kicking their legs and giggling. “oh, i know!” penelope exclaimed. “you should bake her a pie with all the numbers of pi on it!”

“you’re so creative.” spencer deadpanned.

“ooh, i have a better idea!” derek chimed in. “you should write her a letter with that one heart graph equation on it.”

“why is that one so horrible?!” spencer complained. “you know what, never mind. i’ll figure it out myself.” he sighed, trudging out of the office. “good night, everyone.”

»»»

“hey, spence! i’m home.”

quickly putting away his computer, he rushed to the door to greet you.

“hey. how was work?” he asked, smiling at you as he took your things and set them down, allowing you to stretch and walk to your bedroom.

“exhausting. how about you?” you laughed.

“about the same.” he stated, doing his best to shield your valentine’s day gift from you.

“…spencer, you’ve never been good at hide and seek.” you giggled.

“how did you-“

“doesn’t take a profiler to read someone like a book, love.”

“actually, studies show-“

“shush. what is that?” you questioned.

“huh? it’s nothing, don’t worry. it’s not important. nothing special.”

“i didn’t even suggest that it was something special, yet you just denied it was twice. now… at least a hint?”

“no, y/n! i can’t tell you yet!” he laughed, attempted to conceal the pile of papers behind he back, you trying to slither around him to steal a glimpse of at least one.

“oh, i see.” you giggled. “is this for the certain holiday that’s coming up on the 14th of this month?”

“possibly?”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone… for now.”

sighing, he waited for you to walk out of the bedroom. he turned his back, stacking the papers together to put them somewhere you wouldn’t find it.

“by the way, your gift is ready.” you smiled, popping your head in the doorway.

smiling, he walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, ruffling your hair. “thank you, y/n.”

»»»

“you’re doing what??” penelope gaped.

derek was laughing so hard, he swore he was going to fall right there and be sucked into the floor and attacked by carpet particles.

“did you listen to a word we said, reid??” penelope was in disbelief.

derek continued wheezing.

“i get it, morgan!” spencer exclaimed.

“y/n isn’t going to fall for the genius-y stuff, reid!! i’ve seen her enough to know she wants something from the heart, not your huge head.”

“a mathematically.. perfect.. song??” derek managed to squeeze between laughs.

“it’s not that bad of an idea!” spencer argued.

“yes, it is!” emily chimed in.

“you too??” spencer whined.

“if you’re gonna write her a song, you need to tell her what you actually feel. and please, please, please, don’t mention her ass.” penelope said with a frustrated look.

the more the group stayed on this topic, the harder it would become for morgan to even attempt to calm down.

the rest of the day, spencer tried to figure out something else. something where math or “genius-y stuff”, as penelope said, wouldn’t come into the equation.

maybe he would have to come up with it all by himself.

»»»

“this is stupid.” he sighed, throwing away yet another piece of paper with seemingly meaningless lyrics.

“aww, what’s wrong, spence?” emily asked, noticing the very audible ‘this is stupid’ from across the room.

“nothing, everything’s fine.”

“are you still writing that song for y/n?”

“..not the same one, but still a song, yes.”

“ooh, are those original lyrics?? if you’re a genius in everything else, you must at least be a lyrical genius as well!” emily scampered over, eager to take a look.

“wait-!”

emily snatched the papers before spencer could react. “aww, spence!! these are so cute!! y/n’s gonna love this!”

“the song’s not finished, and the lyrics aren’t good,”

“they’re amazing, reid! i’m sure y/n will spin in circles when she hears this.”

“i barely have the melody! what makes you guys think i can finish a whole song in less than a week?”

“we can always help,” penelope joined in, looking as though hearts were going to start pouring out of her eyes.

"i thought it was supposed to be from my heart, not your heart." reid joked.

"hey, you were the one who was complaining about how long it was going to take. besides, the lyrics are all yours, we can just help with the actual music." derek suggested.

"besides, no matter how many PhDs you have, it's a little difficult to play 10 instruments at once and have it in time with everything else." emily poked.

"fine, i'm convinced. just don't embarrass me."

»»»

“i don’t think i’ve ever had a work day more exhausting than that.” emily sighed, out of breath.

“i agree. reid, why did you need to make the chorus so long??” penelope chimed in.

“it’s not my fault you volunteered to help.” spencer huffed.

“well, now that we’re finished, how about we go eat and go home?” derek got up from the slumping position on the table.

everyone agreed, so they all enjoyed dinner and drinks at a small restaurant, while brainstorming more ideas of what spencer could do for valentine’s day.

“don’t you guys also need to focus on your own valentine’s day??” spencer rolled his eyes.

“there’s plenty of time for that. now, i think you should get y/n a giant, fluffy, huge cake that says-“

»»»

“so, today’s the day, loverboy.”

“are you going to give it to her?”

“have you hinted it to her at all?”

reid’s head was collapsed on his desk, overwhelmed by the thoughts that you might not like your gift.

“what if i edited something wrong?” spencer started questioning. “what if there’s something in the background??”

“reid, you’re literally a genius. you would’ve known if there’s something wrong.” emily laughed.

“but, what if-“

“shh! reid, even if the song is so atrocious that she’d throw up, she still loves you so much that she’d probably listen to it millions of times if you asked her to!” penelope argued.

“no, she’s very particular about her music taste.”

“but she’s also particular about you!”

“but-“

“listen. you’re gonna go and give the song to her and she’s going to love it, and she’ll kiss you as many times there are notes.”

“but-“

“shut up!”

“...”

»»»

you returned home from work, excited to give spencer his gift. or, more specifically, take him to his gift.

“hey, spence,” you sang. “ready for your gift?”

“one second, y/n!” he shouted lightly from the other side of the house.

“what’s going on in here?” you smiled, stepping past the threshold into the dimly lit room.

“y/n!” spencer jumped. “i’m..”

“is this… a cassette tape?” you asked, sliding next to him.

“…yes.”

“for me?”

silently, you slid your fingers to his hand.

“..yes.” he whispered. “it’s not..”

he struggled to find the words.

“..finished?”

“no, it’s finished, it’s just…”

you leaned into his side. “show me, spence,” you hushed. “i’m sure it’s not that bad.” you joked.

“that’s rude,” he said, smiling, he tentatively pressed the play button.

»»»

“spencer, it’s-“

“i know, it’s bad. it sucks, i’m aware.” he groaned, his head in his hands.

“no!!” you laughed. “spencer, it’s beautiful! you made a whole song for me??”

turning back around, he looked relieved. “i..” he spoke, not knowing how to react.

you stepped over to him, grabbed his hands, and said, “spence, thank you. i love it.” you smiled.

“y/n-”

“shush.” you whispered, brushing your lips against his, before finally connecting them.

slightly breathing in, you could feel spencer’s chest slightly relax. you interlocked your fingers with his, reaching one hand to cup his face.

slowly rocking, he wrapped his arms around you, slowly bringing you closer and breathing in your scent.

“alright, alright,” you say, breaking apart. “now, get ready for your gift. how do you feel about dinner?”

oh my god.

that’s the longest thing i’ve ever written

not even for english class have i written something that’s longer than that

side note i just found out matthew gray gubler plays simon in alvin and the chipmunks 😭😭

#criminal minds #spencer reid #screaming in the void #and the void screams back #idk how to tag yet #what are tags #reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #this took forever #why is tagging fun #reader fic

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sannylity · 9 months

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BREAKING INTO YOUR HOUSE AGAIN HELLO ITS MEEE!!!!!

im interested in your au — the college sports one!! im curious about ur thoughts on a couple of topics, like if their relationship would be long distance or not, considering the fact their schools are far apart

also also alsooo!!!!!!!! i wonder how theyd find each other again :3 my brain was like:

what if the teams are leaving and mariana spots charlie. he has the wallet in his pocket and runs over but the members of both teams are looking at them with weird expressions and charlies out of the suit by now. hes in a plain tshirt and leggings or something but mariana is silently like “GOD DAMN”

he apologizes for intruding but gives charlie is wallet back, who thanks him with a flustered expression. they seperate and go back to their respective teams, charlie looking thru to make sure mariana didn’t take anything. however it just seems like he added a little paper- one with a phone number written on it.

- 💫 (giving myself an emoji for when im in anon mode teehee

Hello 💫 anon!! This took a while for me to answer, my apologies <33

I like what you added for this AU a lot!!

I imagine their rival schools aren’t that far apart, I’m studying in a university where its rival is like fifteen minutes away from me. So I imagine the distance isn’t going to be a problem in pursuing a relationship :))

But yess, the wallet is definitely the ticket for them to meet again!!

I like the idea of Mariana adding his number inside, I think that’s so sweet and romantic dkdkdkd

At first, I was thinking Mariana would try to go to Charlie’s school just to return the wallet but I forgot that he is a known varsity player so he’d probably be recognized by the students and that wouldn’t be fun for everyone involved. So, Mariana looking for him and finding him free from the costume is the way to go!!

I imagine on both sides, they have their circle of friends trying to discourage the other from pursuing a relationship with a rival student. They just have bad misconceptions of each other’s school reputation.

But Mariana and Charlie are stubborn and keep seeing each other, they complain over the phone what their friends think of them and such. During school events are a bit awkward though, they have to disguise themselves (Mariana especially) from being recognized.

Like, a university ball being held in Charlie’s college and obviously Mariana has to attend. But they heavily disguise him with silly sunglasses and wigs lol For Charlie’s end, nobody knows him and he doesn’t really have a reputation that reach Mariana’s school but Charlie doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish. So, it’d be easy to determine that he isn’t from there dkdkkd

It’s just stupid, how much they have to play off because of their schools. But when it’s just them, when they’re alone in their own bubble, they’re the happiest and most in love couple that’s ever been so they don’t mind the extra work and having to do those silly things all over again.

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wawamouse · 4 months

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2023 AO3 stats/reflections

Hmmm well I took the leap and finally calculated my 2023 stats, and I'm a little shocked at the word count I reached, mostly because I don't remember writing that much. It's certainly a step up from my dazzling (1) 2.5k fic output from 2022 😂

Fandom breakdown

1 狂飙 fic ("Bolt from the Blue" - I think I have my friend who's not even in the fandom to thank for the hit count because most of the fandom is Chinese speaking, I wrote for one of the more minor ships, and I wrote it in English 💀 But my friend tells me they revisit it whenever they need vibe inspo... the highest honor tbh)

6 成化十四年/TSOMD fics, including wrapping up "Like a Magpie", which I hilariously started posting when it was 12/14 chapters finished in 2020... then posted ch.13 in 2021... and then... yeah)

9 Oz fics!

Reflections

Well! Here's to more fic writing in 2024. I have a couple of TSOMD wips I'm hoping to pare down and post as oneshots, but it's not really a huge priority. I'm really proud of how "In the Gloaming" turned out in terms of tone and story and whatnot, and it was super fun to experiment with writing a near-stream of conscious style, although I suppose my readership already sort of dispersed by the time I posted it. I was the most prolific writer for the ship, which was sort of a secondary/rare ship to begin with. I hope that readers revisiting the fandom in the future will find it and like it though. In a similar (?) vein, I'm pleased with how "Surpassing Corridors" turned out, and it absolutely delights me that I wrote a 25k fic for basically no one but myself (rarepair absolutely no one but me is writing for), and yet some people came along and read it anyway. It even has 1 comment, with an emoji combination I shall treasure forever:

Anyway, I've got two Oz wips right now that are both a little on the lengthier side, so as far as posting them goes, it'll probably be a little bit longer for that. There's also a movie I want to rewatch soon to maybe write a quick Oz AU for... And I'm not really an AU fic guy tbh (in terms of writing them). But I guess Oz is such a small fandom and I'm sort of just doing god knows what out here at this point that even AUs seem appealing. Maybe the experimental aspect of the show inspired me to experiment more LOL. I kind of cringe at some of the stuff I've written so far (mainly "Holding Up the Sky" characterisation woes and stupid pacing/plot points.... ugh.... Kill me...) but that's the nature of the beast, I suppose. In any case, I'm glad I played with form and style and stretched my creative muscles;

I've never written a 2nd person POV fic, which I did for "In the Blink of an Eye";

I've never written anything quite as nonlinear as "At Rise", so I'm proud of how that turned out;

and I've always wanted to write an epistolary fic but never really felt a motivation to do so until "In The Matter Of Carmen Guerra, #96G522".

Hopefully I will get more confident in my characterisations and whatnot going forward. There are so many great fic writers for Oz who are able to capture such a voice/style that feels so close to the show and then I feel like there's me, puttering around in the kiddie pool, inexplicably wearing giant clown shoes that squeak with every step. LOL. Oh well! I'll get there.

Misc Other

Not AO3 related, but I have had fun writing up reflections on each episode of Oz during my rewatch with my sister. I've never really just written long form posts like that, outside of pointless rambling in the Livejournal days. It's been a bit of an effort to do, but fun, and it's helped me get my thoughts organised about some things and really think about what I watch (as much as my memory problems allow!). My only concern is that I probably sound like I'm bitching about everything the way I comment on it. I'm really not! I wouldn't be rewatching Oz again and again if I didn't like it 😅 I just express my passion by being a hater, I guess.

#text

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mommyghostface28 · 8 days

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hello!! it's the person who was new, who wanted the 🐶 anon. i just realized it's taken! ive sent in a couple asks but i don't know if you're planning on answering them and it's been a while so im gonna send this last one and then stop. i don't want to be annoying but i really really like your blog (and all the dirty things it does to me) and had a couple questions

1) do you think you could write a story or record an audio that's trans inclusive? i can't ever find tgirl inclusive BDSM and your voice talking about something that applies to me would make me a drooling, begging mess for sure. i also really really really like pet play so maybe something about collars and leashes and calling me puppy if you don't mind hhkknhgf

2) i was wondering if you could explain subspace and domspace? ive been trying to come up with a good definition but i just can't put it into words and you're really good at describing things. if you've already explained them and have a link that could work too, ive looked but i can't find one

anyway, i love your blog and would be really grateful if you took time to answer my ask. i know you're really busy and have a lot of stuff in your ask box so take your time, i just love your blog and it's helped me learn about and safely engage in BDSM for a long time. not to mention, you're extremely handsome and pretty and hearing you talk about collaring me turns me into a stupid lil puppy just waiting to be dominated and pounded

if i can have any puppy related emoji id really appreciate it! i know 🐶 and 🦴 are taken but maybe 🐕,🐩 or a combo like 🐾🦴? idk you have so many subs DX

hi there love! Wait that’s so weird, I just answered an ask with the 🐶 twice this week, so maybe that wasn’t you? Damn I’m confused lol I get anons that want that emoji so it’s hard to know which anon I gave it to you. I also recently gave the 🐾 to someone as well so I’m assuming it wasn’t you either 😭

To answer your questions!

Yes I absolutely can make more trans inclusive audio! The only reason I haven’t is because of the mention of genitals, that’s a grey area for a lot of trans folks and I don’t want to upset anyone. So with that being said, what terms are you comfortable with? When it comes describing your body. I obviously want you to feel good and sexy 🥰

Subspace: is a psychological and physical response to being put in a submissive headspace. This may be described as feeling “floaty” “carefree” maybe even absent minded. Euphoric. A bit of brain fog. Every sub experiences Subspace differently however.

Dom(me) space: is a psychological and physical response to entering a Dominant headspace during play. It as an altered state of consciousness. Sometimes our awareness is heightened, hyper focused on the scene, very much in tune.

I’m happy you love my blog and I apologize for all the Confusion! I’ll give you one of the dog emojis so now we can definitely keep track of each other ☺️

- 🐕

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #nsft wlw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #nsft lesbian #bd/sm mommy #wlw domme #lesbian #sapphic ns/ft #nsft sapphic #sapphic ns/fw #🐕

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Literally tempted to send you every emoji on that list 😈😈😈

Instead, I'm going to put some randomly selected emojis here and you can answer any questions they relate to. If I send one that isn't in that list, feel free to make up your own question/free bingo space to do what you want. (There is a very good chance this is a terrible and stupid idea but, what do you know, I am terrible and stupid! 😜)

Also tell me your favourite perfume.

⚽🌕🚞🧲🐓🧝😪🤗💜💝🤲💃🐩🍛💥

asdfghjkl mostly none of these are on there (which is hilarious and i love you) so i’m gonna fill in ones that are that look like them?? or something? who knows 🤪

my favorite perfume, which i’ve worn daily for years, is sí by giorgio armani. 10/10, would recommend to a friend.

the rest of this is under the cut because it’s long!!

⚽ looks close enough to 🤡, so: what's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

from foresight: “How did you —” He paused to moan into your mouth when your teeth gently claimed his bottom lip. “Find a place with — oh, fuck, you taste like spearmint – original crown-molding in this —” The back of his knees bumped into the edge of your mattress and suddenly, he was sitting. “Neighborhood?”

🌕 looks more like a cheese ball than anything, but uhhh maybe enough like 🌞: do you have a preferred time of day to write?

i like writing in the morning best! that’s when my adderall kicks in, lol.

🚞 has near enough to 🛒 vibes: what are some common things you incorporate in your fics? themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

oooh. i think i invoke a lot of space imagery, though it’s not always intentional. always a slut for space. also, everything i touch is drenched in unspeakable yearning?? it’s kind of unbearable to long this much, lmao.

🧲 ummm 🏆 is metal, so: what's your most popular fic?

if we’re basing this off literal notes, it’s darksided (or the jk couch drabble, if drabbles count.) the one people talk to me about the most (or recommend the most) seems to be lacuna.

🐓 terrify me beyond reason, therefore 😬: which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

UM!! darksided and/or blindsided. which one of my sisters read in the brief sabbatical she was on tumblr 😵‍💫

🧝 is green and so is ✅: what's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

i have written a jungkook who mentions ghosts in three different fics, without meaning to. i guess i have some headcanon where jk is really into the paranormal, lmao.

😪 is my face after thinking. 🧐: do you spend much time researching for your stories?

i spend too much time focusing on shit i don’t think anyone else notices or cares about, lmao. some examples:

a huge part of why redamancy took so long to post was because i spent actual weeks trying to find a word for the title. went through so many different sources and languages because nothing fit the exact sentiment i wanted.

with aphelion, i spent hours looking up comets (not meteors) that would have been visible in seoul and what date(s) that would have been, researching paintings, etc. the fic is planned to the minute, which is…. so unnecessary.

for the lee know drabble, i had an actual map up to pick locations that the goose chase goes down.

and lastly, for the namjoon “anywhere” drabble, i literally planned a 30-day european trip and what transportation would be best to get from city to city and how long to stay in each place, lol.

i think i’m insane???

🤗: what advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

don’t let the prospect of notes dictate your decisions. people are going to latch onto stuff you won’t expect them to, and it will be some thing you tossed together — not necessarily what you’re proudest of — so just write what you want, the way you want to write it.

💜 looks kinda like 🍆 : do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

i do indeed write the spicy stuffs. most popular is definitely darksided, which is still wild to me because i thought of it and posted it within two hours. no thoughts, just horny, right when i started this blog. it brought a lot of people here, which was both entirely unexpected and really fucking cool.

💝 i have shitty eyesight and thought that was 💖: what made you start writing?

i don’t even know, lol. i started doing creative writing when i was elementary school and then started fanfic when i was 11-12? so, a love of writing for sure and then being a simp, i suppose!

🤲 hands! ✍: do you have a beta reader?

i’d never used a beta reader until i started aphelion and had to cry out to @here2bbtstrash and @jihopesjoint! i am way too close to that story so i had to recruit friends to tell me if i was being insane.

💃 looks like 💔 if you squint: is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

see above, lol. it shall hurt worse than lacuna did, which also broke my heart. and the “what sarah said” drabble someone requested for the darksided couple because fuck!!

🐩 uhhh white and round in parts, so 👀: tell me about an up and coming wip please!

meet me at the bar is my inaugural kim seokjin smut/main fic and it is going to be a graduation gift for my law baby @yoongiphoria! it’s about law school study buddies preparing for the bar exam, which is a nightmare, lol.

🍛 the carrots here kinda has the graph, i guess!📈: how many fics do you have?

thirteen full-length fics and upwards of 50 drabbles 🤪 it has been a busy five months over here.

💥 how do you feel about criticism?

if it’s actually constructive and solicited, good! if not, bad!

#this took so long hahahahahahah #moni!#moots #jade speaks #ask game

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