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#like I’m sorry u might not trust me but I also don’t trust you for wanting to know!! Goodbye!
briarhips · 2 years
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Mean post but I hate when ppl, even if not especially friends, say they would loveee to hypothetically room with you. No. Absolutely not. Stop talking.
#mine#this has happened 3x in 2 months#3 diff ppl#like slow down and breathe bestie ur saying this bc ur mad at ur parents rn#and perhaps u also miss me but knowing u ofc it only manifests in this here’s what reuniting would have in it for me way for u#i can count on the fingers of one hand and not even the full hand#the friends I know and trust I could really thrive w living together#everyone else would piss me off eventually if not very soon no doubt abt it#it’s like cooking! I need efficient mature ppl who pay attention and step up I am not not not a babysitter#i think… I am friends/acquaintances w a lot of ppl who are just too flighty and unreliable for me to ever live with#and it’s not a sin to not know everything abt chores or maintenance or how the world generally works#i know I don’t know it all either. but sm of these ppl r helpless mostly bc of their parents I’ve noticed#and they don’t. act my definition of accordingly abt it. which is all well and good in their own spaces but if we’re going to merge spaces I#have ‘harsh’ standards. cant stand ppl who act shamelessly ditzy u can most definitely do better! u just don’t care to. I’m sorry#it’s the dream of my life to live alone. i have to be desperate or u have to be special for me to graduate from living w my taxing family to#living w you. if I can’t even depend on u to take initiative when planning a hang out or arriving on time or w/e we can’t live together#it boils down less to oh I don’t know and more to inconsideration and self infantilization in my eyes#i AM sloppy and messy in multiple ways but at least in group scenarios I can be relied upon and it’s my inclination to step up.#I’d rather choose a stranger similar to me in age and such after a detailed vetting process/get to know u stage tbh#or perhaps a few mutuals. based on our convos I think we might be compatible. all this is pipe dreaming aloud ofc
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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months
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eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation
until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻
and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it
ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡
+18 mdni: Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)
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On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.
Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.
Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?
So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.
Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.
There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.
He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”
“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”
“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”
He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.
The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.
When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”
“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”
Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”
He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”
You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”
“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”
With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”
At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.
“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”
Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.
“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.
When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time. 
“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”
You shiver. Visibly. 
A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.
“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.
He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”
You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.
Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.
“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one. 
When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”
You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.
Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.
“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”
You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”
While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”
Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.
“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.
“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.
His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.
Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.
“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.
His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.
When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.
He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).
“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”
Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.
Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.
When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”
“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”
The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.
“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”
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astrow1zar6 · 3 months
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Astro Notes- 017
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Cancer moon mothers tend to lack boundaries with them. Their mother can be very smothering at times and almost try to “baby” them constantly. Mother could prevent the child from becoming fully independent. Although they are usually extremely close to their mother I notice they always have this codependent relationship with their moms that can be unhealthy at times . Could’ve took these people longer to leave home than most (unless they have Aries or cap placements)
Jupiter in 4th house individuals probably grew up traveling a lot. These people also tend to be very loved by their families (family favorite).
Having a lot of 8th house synastry is when you are the planet person is SOOO painful if the attraction isn’t mutual. This will have the planet person acting in ways they never thought they’d act. I’ve seen this lead to stalking, using love spells on the other or being extremely possessive. (ESPECIALLY if it’s a moon or mars in the 8th). However if it’s mutual it can be one of the most beautiful deepest relationships. These people will usually stay together for a really long time & be able to express the sides to them they let no one see.
Pisces rising’s shoe game is on point. They always are wearing really nice unique shoes.
Having a moon square ascendant can give a very similar effect to having a Capricorn rising. You normally don’t wear your emotions on your sleeves. They are very uncomfortable showing vulnerability
People with Scorpio & Aquarius placements in their big three when underdeveloped can be big energy vampires. They tend to play hot and cold a lot when they are unsure of their feelings. One day they can be so loving and engaging the next you will be completely iced out.
Scorpio Venus’s are usually very secretive about the people they slept with or kissed.
I seen a lot of women with Mars in the 1st house that prefer boy clothes or baggier clothes because they feel like they have a masculine physique.
Having no earth in your big three can mean it’s difficult for you to ground yourself & you’re more likely to have less control of your emotions and overall stability. (Ex: might be harder to keep the same job without changing, or constantly moving)
Virgo Venus’s can be really dull in relationships. I’m sorry to all my Virgo Venus’s but you guys need to let loose more and take risks. Your need to control the relationship and how you should act will stifle the bond over time. Their is no textbook for love let it flow naturally it will help your guys anxiety.
Scorpio suns are usually isolate themselves from their families at a certain point. They’re that one cousin that pops out every once in a blue moon that u know really nothing about. a lot don’t trust their family with their personal life. Most Scorpios are black sheep’s of their family.
Pisces mars are usually amazing dancers
Too much Venus influence in the chart can make someone a big pick me. They tend to change their personalities to make others like them and feel comfortable. Although this makes them popular and likable you can easily loose yourself in others thoughts and values you don’t develop a strong personality yourself. Self esteem if dependent on how others see you.
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explorevenus · 1 year
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something permanent, pt. 2 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader
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nsfw (18+) - minors pls pls pls dni!!! i’m so for serious rn
find pt. 1 here! ♡
find pt. 3 here! ♡
reminder that this is a dark fic!! if any of the following bothers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, manipulation, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding
word count - 3.9k
description - darling wakes up in the infirmary, all patched up after the events of pt. 1 -- upon her return home, leon and darling get to know and trust each other better... sort of. ((no smut in this one i’m sorry but i’m way too invested in this now so i’m Lore Building))
tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, kidnapping, medical stuff (no blood/gore this time tho), implied onset stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, pet names (princess, doll, sweetheart, etc.), dollification if u squint, leon is much sweeter in this one (he’s still deranged tho), a healthy dose of angst, darling misses her friends and family
a/n - AHHHHH i’m so glad y’all are liking this and want more of it. i was so honestly convinced i was going to get shunned for this. anyway enjoy some bonding time between leon and darling. it’s a little refreshing but it also doesn’t mean the deranged shit is over lololol. p.s. my ask box is aggressively open for business on ideas for this series. i love riffing w/ y’all about yandere leon, it’s my life blood, so don’t be shy ♡
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fic below the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !! ♡
- venus ♡
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When you awoke again, you certainly felt much better. Refreshed, almost, if it weren't for the way the lights stung your eyes. The agonizing pain between your legs that was the last thing you remembered before you lost consciousness had subsided into a dull ache.
You reached up to rub the sleep from your eyes and properly observe your surroundings, quick to take notice of the IV line embedded in the back of your right hand. You blinked, looking around the room-- it was white and sterile, it certainly looked like a hospital but remembering the phone call Leon had in the car, you knew it wasn't exactly that. Even so, you were in a papery gown, laid on papery sheets, and an analog clock menacingly ticked away high up on the wall.
You were quick to sit up at the sound of distant footsteps growing nearer to the door-- the time you'd spent in Leon's "care" had kept you especially aware of the sound-- and as your dreary, horrified eyes locked on to the door you heard the beeps of your heartbeat monitor gain speed.
The heavy door swung open to reveal a doctor you weren't familiar with, and Leon was closely behind him. The doctor took in the sight of you awake with a content smile and piped up, "Ahh, there you are! Feeling better?"
Your mouth was dry. You nodded stiffly, shrinking toward the wall as if you could get any further away from them.
Leon shook his head and chided, "Words, princess. Be polite."
You swallowed nothing. "Y-Yes, doctor, I'm feeling better. Thank you."
"I'm glad to hear it," The doctor replied, checking over your vitals on the monitor to the left of your bed, absently marking down his findings on paper. "How about mentally?"
You blinked. "W-What?"
"Mentally," He repeated. "Leon told me what brought you here. Do you still feel you might be a danger to yourself?"
Mouth agape, eyes wide, you glanced over at Leon who gave you a cold look, no doubt in an attempt to remind you what you'd agreed upon before he brought you here.
You looked back to the doctor. "I'm sorry, what exactly did Leon tell you?"
"Do you not remember?" The doctor asked. "You lost quite a lot of blood, so memory loss is not uncommon in these scenarios. Why don't I step out for a few and let you chat while I check over your charts?"
Your eyes widened even further in a look that begged him not to leave you alone with Leon, but it didn't matter. Almost immediately, Leon told the doctor that sounded like a good idea and walked him to the door.
As soon as it swung shut, you piped up, "Leon, what did you say?"
He shrugged dismissively. "I said you had a breakdown while I was at work and I came home to you covered in blood."
It sounded... absurd. Even more absurd upon realizing that a real life medical doctor accepted that excuse. You scoffed. "Are you serious? You told the doctor I threw a fit for no reason and ripped my IUD out and he believed you?"
"I don't see why he wouldn't," He said smugly as he sat at the edge of the bed, taking hold of your hand. "There's a lot you don't know about me, doll. What I say definitely goes around here."
"Oh," You replied in a near whisper, swallowing dryly. "That's... nice."
The room went quiet and suddenly the air felt heavy. If you didn't feel fucked before you definitely felt fucked now. You reached weakly for the water bottle on the table beside you, but as soon as he noticed what you were reaching for he was quick to spring up from where he sat to grab it for you.
"I've got it, baby," He hummed, smoothing your hair out of your face as he perched the straw up to your mouth. "Don't overexert yourself, now."
As if I even could fucking overexert myself with the monumental task of grabbing a water bottle, you thought, casting your gaze to the floor as you sipped idly through the straw. Even facing away from him you could feel his cobalt eyes boring into you, burning holes in your skin. You nearly shivered, but suppressed it.
Soon after, the door opened and the doctor returned. "All caught up, you two?" He asked jovially.
"Uh, y-yes, thank you," You forced a smile.
"Good," He hummed. "You should be alright to head home now. I've prescribed some antibiotics for you to take as a precaution. We don't want you getting infected-- it could lead to infertility."
Is that so? You thought, clenching your jaw. "Infertility?" You asked.
"Yes, unfortunately. Leon told me you two are trying, so I figured we should play things on the safe side," He said.
You felt Leon's grip on your hand tighten. The word alone clearly stressed him out. 
"That being said," The doctor continued, "I would advise you to avoid sex for at least six weeks. There was some trauma to the cervix that's going to need time to heal, and again, we don't want to risk infection."
Leon's grip was nearly crushing the bones in your hand and even so, you couldn't help but crack a little smile. "You're absolutely right. We wouldn't want to risk anything, right, Leon?"
"Right," He agreed stiffly.
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Those six weeks couldn't have possibly passed slower for Leon. He couldn't stop hating himself for what he'd done to you, putting you in so much pain, putting you at such high risk. He couldn't help but beat himself up over it.
He chose to bide his time by doting on his darling relentlessly, even more than usual. He took that entire first week off of work just so he could keep an eye on you at all hours of the day. Any little wince was met quickly with ibuprofen and a hot water bottle. He set an alarm on his phone to make sure you took your antibiotics at the same time every night. He was even more adamant about ensuring you were eating and sleeping enough. When he caught you getting restless, he would take you on little drives around the neighborhood.
The inability to have sex for six weeks left a lot of time for talking, something he hadn't realized he so sorely needed until he didn't have a choice. He did want to get to know you on your terms, to understand the intricacies of your life and the way your brain worked. Truthfully, he wanted to know everything there was to know about you.
That way, he could better understand what you really needed.
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"Le-" You caught yourself, clearing your throat before starting again. "D-Daddy, can I ask you something?"
The blonde smiled softly, cupping your chin as you laid in bed together. He was spooning you tightly and some random crime show was playing softly from the TV, but you weren't convinced either of you were really paying attention to it. You could feel his eyes glued to you the entire time.
"Of course, princess. What's on your mind, hm?"
You swallowed nervously, looking down at the floor. "Am I... am I missing?"
"What do you mean?" He tilted his head.
"Like... my family, my friends. Are they looking for me?" You asked.
He shrugged. "You don't have to worry about that, honey. I have the resources to make that sort of thing go away."
Tears rimmed your eyes, but you didn't show it. You took a deep, controlled breath before nodding, "Oh... okay."
A few beats of silence passed, and you nearly gave it up, but you couldn't help but pry further.
"Y-You didn't really answer the question, though," You said quietly. "Are they looking for me?"
"What does it matter?" He tightened his arm around your waist, nibbling at your ear, "You're safe with me. I intend to give you everything you'll ever need. That's no one else's business but ours."
You didn't think he realized he'd given you the answer without saying it explicitly. Your chest wound up into a knot, your stomach dropping. You couldn't stop thinking about how awful your loved ones must feel, begging for answers to your disappearance only to be met with doors slammed in their faces because Leon somehow managed to keep everything and everyone under his thumb.
Including you.
An image flooded your brain of your little apartment collecting dust as your closest friends and family entered with their keys to find everything exactly as you'd left it. You could see them all wandering your space, trying not to touch anything, scouring every inch for clues and perhaps realizing how much of your things were missing. Would they think you left on your own accord? Would they give up when they realized the authorities wouldn't help them?
Had they given up already?
The dam broke and you couldn't suppress your feelings any longer. You began to weep, tears spilling out over your cheeks as you involuntarily curled back into Leon's warm chest for some semblance of comfort. In your defense, he was pretty good at providing it, and at times like this it was just easier to give in.
He shushed you softly, petting your hair away from your face, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "I've got you, sweetheart. You're okay. Just let it out."
Something about him telling you to let it out made you really let it out. Your eyes screwed shut and you began to bawl, gripping his strong forearms to pull him closer as if he could possibly do so-- you were practically tangled around each other. You shifted your hips and turned over in his arms, burying yourself in his broad, bare chest, wetting his smooth skin with your anguish. He didn't care, he just held you tight and rubbed your back, whispering sweet praises and comforting affirmations into the crown of your hair.
"You're okay, princess. You're alright," He spoke lowly, lips brushing softly over the top of your head. He smelled so good, like cedarwood body wash, like fresh aftershave, like protection. "Poor baby. I know it hurts, but you've been such a good girl for me. Such a brave, sweet girl."
You went truly boneless, melting into his warmth, gripping him close like he'd just disappear if you let go. The irony was not lost on you-- you knew it was wrong to bask in his affection, to cry for comfort from the man who'd caused all your problems to begin with, but what choice did you have? You spent so much of your days alone now that you were starting to get sick of yourself.
It felt like you were going crazy. Every morning he would leave for work and you would feel some kind of relief for maybe an hour or two before you found yourself missing him. Longing for someone to talk to, someone to hold you and kiss you and just be in your presence. Longing for the way he'd play with your hair and rub your back, dote on your every need, even the way he'd mark up your body with his teeth. 6:00 p.m. would roll around and you'd find yourself restlessly pacing the room, glancing over at the door, pressing your ear up against it to listen, gazing out the locked window to search for his car. 
When he'd walk in you'd try really hard to pretend like you weren't so eagerly waiting for him, but you think he was starting to catch on to your lowered guard. It almost seemed like in return, his guard was lowering as well. He still remained vigilant about keeping the doors and windows locked when he wasn't home, but every now and then he would take you out into the living room, let you hang out in the kitchen while he cooked for you, let you sit by the sliding glass door to sunbathe and gaze into the backyard.
The strangest part of it all was you didn't really feel inclined to take advantage of his leniency. He kept his eyes on you at all times, so it's not like you had much of a chance to misbehave even if you wanted to, but knowing deep down that Leon had his resources and his ways of being able to track you down if you were to disappear made the prospect of escape that much less enticing.
In fact, making a break for it was starting to feel more dangerous and scary than just staying put.
Leon's voice, a low whisper, broke you out of your hazy confliction. "What do you need, puppy? What can I do to make you feel better, huh?"
"J-Jus' want daddy," You sniffled, haze settled over your brain, body aching and trembling with upset.
"You've got me. I'm right here, pup," He soothed, swiping your tears away from your reddened cheeks. "Poor baby... I'm right here."
It wasn't long before his hushed reassurances and gentle touch, coupled with the pure exhaustion of crying, lulled you into a deeper sleep than you had had since day one.
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When you woke up the next morning you felt... weird, to say the least. After having cried it out your brain was much clearer now, and with that came the sickening realization of what you'd let happen last night. After all, from the second your tired eyes pried open, the first thing you noticed was Leon's arms still wrapped tightly around you. Suddenly you felt nauseous, disgusted with yourself.
You laid still as stone in his hold, trying your hardest not to move in fear of waking him. Perhaps last night you couldn't stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts but now you felt that was all you needed. You casted your eyes to the alarm clock next to the bed-- it was 5:45 a.m. 15 minutes until Leon's alarm would go off and he would have to get up, get ready and leave for work. Then you would truly be alone.
You couldn't pry your eyes away from the glowing red numbers, seconds stretching into what felt like hours as you waited impatiently for the alarm to sound. Your eyes dried and went sore before you remembered you needed to blink.
The soft peachy sunlight peeking in through the window would have been quite pleasant in any other circumstance. These days, it just came as a sore reminder of the time you'd lost locked in a psychopath's bedroom 24 hours a day. You thought of how nice it felt every now and then when he would let you accompany him to other areas of the house, and how much nicer it would be if you could just leave whenever you wanted. How nice it would feel to have that peachy sunrise beam directly on your skin. How nice it would feel to have grass between your toes, to drive a car again, to go to a restaurant.
With that reality just on the other side of the glass, it was as if the universe was laughing in your face. Dangling what you needed right in front of you and telling you that you couldn't have it. You might have started crying again if you hadn't drained yourself dry last night.
It suddenly dawned on you that if you had any sort of chance of escape, now would be the time. The likelihood of you being pregnant was incredibly slim, given recent events, and he trusted you more than ever by now. You weren't sure how you were going to pull it off, but you didn't have any choice but to try.
Your brain melded into a mush of ideas-- you could try the window, but the bedroom was on the second floor and it wouldn't be much use trying to jump out if you were just going to break your legs on the way down and have him find you that way upon his return home. You had tried jamming the lock on the door before and he'd caught you every time. There was no way he wouldn't catch you trying it now.
Your burning eyes trailed away from the alarm clock-- 5:53 a.m.-- and began to wander the room. Although there wasn't an inch of it you hadn't explored by now, you couldn't help but think there had to be something you could use to take the doorknob off. Anything even remotely resembling a screwdriver would be worth a try. Of course Leon wasn't stupid enough to leave tools lying around for you to play with, but perhaps you could find a viable work-around in something otherwise mundane. A nail file, a coin, tweezers, anything.
You were also painfully aware of how easy it might be for him to find you once you'd escaped, if you could escape. If you had any hope of getting the fuck out of town and hiding out, you would have to get to your apartment first, where your wallet was probably still collecting dust on your bedside table. If you could scrape up enough cash to catch a train or a Greyhound bus, you could be states away before he even got off work. Despite the nagging voice in the back of your head screaming this is a bad idea, all you could think about was how much it would be worth the risk if you managed to pull it off.
If I could manage to get the doorknob off, maybe I can get through the front door, too, and if not, maybe I could smash the sliding glass wi--
The alarm clock began screeching, signaling the start of Leon's day and reminding me you that you were supposed to be pretending to sleep. You screwed your eyes shut and shuffled around in his arms at the noise like you usually would, not wanting to arouse any suspicion that you weren't really sleeping.
Apparently, that wasn't sufficient.
"How long have you been awake, sweetheart?"
The first words out of his mouth. Fuck.
You shrugged innocently. "I don't know. Fifteen minutes or so."
He reached over you to shut off the alarm, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek and look into your eyes. "Hmm. Did you sleep alright?"
"Yeah, I slept pretty well, actually," You replied, looking right back into his own cobalt eyes as if to sell what you were saying even further. "I must be sleeping on your schedule now."
"Must be," He hummed, leaning in to lazily kiss your forehead.
It was a normal response, and maybe you were just being paranoid, but something about the tone in his voice made you feel like he didn't really believe you. You tried as hard as you could to force yourself not to react. You couldn't risk making him suspicious of you when you wholly planned on executing your escape today.
The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes, not atypical for him to want to snuggle for a while in the mornings, but eventually he really had to get out of bed and take a shower. Leon gave you a quick peck on the lips before disentangling himself from you, slinking out from beneath the covers and heading to the bathroom to wash up for the day.
You only really felt safe again once you heard the water running, letting out a deep, labored breath you hadn't realized was stuck deep inside your lungs.
Still, you had a job to do for now, and that job was acting normal.
You rose from the bed, turning on the lights and perusing the closet for something to wear. For the first few weeks you were there, Leon would return home for the day with more and more of your belongings, including clothes, and you had deduced it was because he was gradually moving your entire life into his bedroom. That being said, it was sort of nice to at least be surrounded by your own things and able to wear your own clothes.
Settling on a soft sweater and leggings, you gathered your outfit from where the items were neatly folded and began dressing yourself. On Leon's days off he preferred to pick your clothes out for you-- and dress you himself-- but on days like today when he had to get to work and wasted too much time cradling you in bed, he just didn't have the time, which was sort of a relief.
Once you were dressed you sat at the edge of the bed, turning on the TV to click through random channels. It was nice to have a glimpse into the outside world every now and again. You passed by a blur of morning cartoons, tabloid talk shows and sports recaps in search of a cooking show or a documentary or something, but as you flipped through the channels you saw a familiar face and nearly passed out. You quickly switched back to the news channel.
"--friends and family allege authorities have been no help in the search for the missing girl, leaving them to take matters into their own hands. Concerned loved ones have searched the vacant apartment for clues, attempted to track her devices and have left missing posters all over the city, each and every one, they say, has vanished within hours..."
Your heart sank deeply into your stomach. Tears welled up in your eyes. The fire to escape roared even louder within you. You had to put your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself as you began to cry.
The familiar face on the screen was you.
The image quickly switched over from your face to footage of your distraught friends and family speaking through tears.
"We don't know what's going on, if this is a cover-up or just negligent policing. All we want is answers to what happened to her. She was never the type to up and leave without saying a word. If she's out there somewhere hearing this, we want her to know that all we want is for her to come home. We hope she's safe, wherever she is, and on the off-chance she really did leave on her own, we just want to know why--"
The sound of the shower water shutting off jolted you back into focus. You hurriedly changed the channel back to the cartoons and wiped the tears off your face with lightning speed. Try as you might to relax, you knew you were still stiff, but you needed to compose yourself.
The bathroom door opened, warm steam rolling out in his wake as Leon re-entered the room in nothing but a towel hung low on his waist, water droplets peppering his alabaster skin.
"Cartoons this morning, huh?" He asked, smooching the crown of your head.
You shrugged apathetically. "Couldn't find anything better to watch, I guess."
He got dressed and gathered his things, keys jangling in his large hand as he gave you another kiss on the lips and took ahold of your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.
"Have a good day, princess," He said. "Behave yourself for me, okay?"
There was definitely something in his tone that indicated he knew something you didn't. You nodded hesitantly.
"O-Okay, daddy, I will."
"Good girl," He said flatly, squeezing your jaw just a little bit, almost like a show of power, before walking out the door with a distinct click of the lock behind him.
Maybe you wouldn't be escaping today after all.
find part 3 here! ♡
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uwniha · 9 months
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | JUJUTSU KAISEN
⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝗀𝗈𝗃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗎, 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇, 𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝗒𝗎𝗎𝗃𝗂.
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warnings : none ♡
note : ib tender-rosiey · not proofread bc i live life on the edge
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ໑ ׄ ꒱
⠀ ⠀᭝ gojo would catch on to the fact you’re upset pretty quickly. even if it’s little things like not smiling as much as usual or briefly abandoning your trademark quirks— he’d notice and get concerned.
⠀ ⠀᭝ makes it his mission to make you feel better & will do anything to see you happy again bc you’re low key his seratonin bank.
⠀ ⠀᭝ “are you okay my baby?”
⠀▢ don’t panic but he’s being serious
⠀ ⠀᭝ you explain to him what’s wrong in great detail & for once he just sits there n listens to you until ur done
⠀ ⠀᭝ once you’re finished he will give you the biggest hug & probably talk a load of shit ab whatever it is that made you sad
⠀▢ “FUCK them babe honestly.”
⠀▢ “you deserve better than that.”
⠀▢ *proceeds to roast the shit out of them*
⠀ ⠀᭝ u laugh bc he’s rlly stupid
⠀ ⠀᭝ the rest of the day is dedicated to making you feel better.
⠀ ⠀᭝ he will make Extra jokes that day just so he knows you’re smiling
⠀ ⠀᭝ also becomes more affectionate ( somehow )
⠀ ⠀᭝ has a Vandetta with whoever / whatever upset u
⠀▢ “tRuSt yOu WILL bE dEaLt wiTh”
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ໑ ׄ ꒱
⠀ ⠀᭝ he doesn’t notice you’re upset straight away — he notices something is off but doesn’t say anything because he thinks you’re just tired or something
⠀ ⠀᭝ as the day goes on the Sullen Attitude ™ doesn’t go away & he immediately assumes he’s done something wrong
⠀▢ “have i done something to upset you?”
⠀ ⠀᭝ ur surprised at the question bc you thought ur masking skills were top tier
⠀ ⠀᭝ ( flashback to u borderline dead all day )
⠀▢ “of course not baby, i just feel a little down.”
⠀▢ okay good— WAIT NOT GOOD
⠀▢ “what’s upsetting you? you can talk to me.”
⠀ ⠀᭝ he’s really upset that you’re upset & wants to make you feel better as soon as possible
⠀ ⠀᭝ he listens intently as u explain what upset you
⠀ ⠀᭝ when you’re done he will console you and talk you through the issue in Extreme Detail
⠀ ⠀᭝ you come out low key therapised
⠀ ⠀᭝ will also make you something hot to eat & drink and then proceed to put on a movie that you love ( which he may or may not hate )
⠀ ⠀᭝ if it’s a person that upset you . . . let’s just say he has Plans tomorrow .
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ໑ ׄ ꒱
⠀ ⠀᭝ this mf notices before you even do somehow
⠀ ⠀᭝ he will confront you softly and ask you what’s upsetting you
⠀ ⠀᭝ will listen to you with the deepest concentration ever known to man .
⠀ ⠀᭝ once you’re done he probably won’t spend much time fake consoling you but instead will come up with multiple fully thought out solutions to your issue
⠀ ⠀᭝ he will make it his mission to solve your problems and has no issue doing so
⠀ ⠀᭝ will absolutely get involved if you want him to
⠀ ⠀᭝ might even do it either way
⠀▢ “i’m sorry that happened to you, love.” he will say with a sympathetic look & a sigh
⠀ ⠀᭝ he rlly does hate seeing you upset
⠀ ⠀᭝ after you’ve talked through the issue he will probably make you something hot to drink and read to you to calm you down
⠀ ⠀᭝ might let you put clips in his hair
⠀ ⠀᭝ if it’s a person that upset you he’s probably gonna be cold to them every time he sees them for the rest of his life
⠀ ⠀᭝ will lie awake that night thinking ab it & concocting new ways to solve the issue / low key worrying ab you
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 ໑ ׄ ꒱
⠀ ⠀᭝ do i even need to explain what this hoe will do if he knows someone upset you
⠀ ⠀᭝ he thinks you’re just on your period at first LMAO oops
⠀ ⠀᭝ u chose to date him don’t look at me >_>
⠀▢ “calm the hell down woman.”
⠀ ⠀᭝ in his defence u have been acting like a special grade curse all day
⠀ ⠀᭝ once he catches on that something’s making you sad he will probably feel a little bad and approach
⠀▢ “i demand you tell me what upset you.”
⠀ ⠀᭝ the audacity
⠀ ⠀᭝ you tell him anyway and he just listens w a blank ass face like you have no clue what he’s thinking
⠀▢ “i will be right back.”
⠀ ⠀᭝ he will kiss your head quickly before he leaves
⠀ ⠀᭝ long story short u do not need to worry about that person / thing ever bothering you again
⠀▢ “sukuna what did you do.”
⠀▢ “i dealt with it, darling.”
⠀▢ “i’m never telling you anything again”
⠀ ⠀᭝ he will be Nice ™ to you the rest of the day
⠀ ⠀᭝ will let you paint his nails
⠀ ⠀᭝ he’s definitely not mad when you paint them bright pink
⠀▢ “i will kill you.”
⠀▢ “you love me”
⠀ ⠀᭝ no argument there
⠀▢ “i’ll still kill you—”
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 ໑ ׄ ꒱
⠀ ⠀᭝ notices v quickly this boy is Observant especially when it comes to you
⠀ ⠀᭝ you probably try acting happy around him so you don’t worry him bc he’s high key precious
⠀▢ “babe, i swear i’m fine.”
⠀▢ “come on, baby, that won’t do.” he pouts
⠀ ⠀᭝ you finally give in & tell him in great detail ( more than you need to ) bc he is very easy to talk to
⠀ ⠀᭝ while you’re talking he will interrupt you sometimes to ask follow up questions & will definitely slip in the occasional “oh no” or “whatttt” BLESS HIM
⠀ ⠀᭝ once you’re done he will give you the biggest n warmest hug known to man
⠀ ⠀᭝ follows you around the house all days & gives you his undivided attention
⠀ ⠀᭝ will probably plan something fun for you two to do to take your mind off of it
⠀ ⠀᭝ if it’s a person who upset you he is more than willing to start beef
⠀▢ “i’m gonna say something next time i see them.”
⠀▢ “no no you don’t have to do that—”
⠀▢ “no i’m definitely saying something.”
⠀ ⠀᭝ you appreciate him
⠀ ⠀᭝ he loves you so much
⠀ ⠀᭝ if you’re crying he will definitely make you all of your favourite foods and bring them to you in bed
⠀ ⠀᭝ after you’ve eaten he will cheesily play your favourite song and force you to dance with him around the living room
⠀ ⠀᭝ his heart melts to see you happy ꒰੭ ; ; ꒱੭
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© 𝗎𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗁𝖺 ノ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 ♡
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yuis-art · 8 months
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🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer: Abby Anderson x Fem!Plus size Reader🏋🏼‍♀️
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{Hi! This is my first time writing! So hopefully u guys like it!!}
⭐️ This is a slow burn so sit back and relax, but there is definitely gonna be smut ⭐️
<Reader is plus-sized, around 250 lbs>
Btw I’m plus-size myself! So I wrote this for the plus sized girlies!!?!
Part 2 here: pt 2
Chapter one: The Meeting
< Proof read: kinda? >
“Ever since Highschool I’ve been so overweight dude and I really wanna do something about it.” You say on the phone talking to your friend Nora.
“Dude, literally come to the gym with me! You know I go to an all female gym, so you’ll feel more comfortable I promise.” Nora breathes more heavier, she’s already at the gym, she’s been running on the treadmill the whole damn time while talking to you.
“I don’t even know how you do that.”
“Do what?” She questions, still out of breathe.
“Dude how are you running on the treadmill and talking to me?”
“Oh, my friend Abby showed me how to increase my endurance while running!” You hear her pause the treadmill.
“Actually you know what, if you want too, I could introduce you to her! She’s a personal trainer at the gym! And she does classes. If you want too I could ask her if she wants an extra student!”
You hear Nora breathing heavy, you walk to your bathroom and look in the mirror at yourself.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Girl, I promise she’s chill. We met in college, we were dorm mates.”
You look in the mirror and sigh.
I mean you always wanted to better yourself, better your heath, and if Nora trust her, then you might as well give it a chance.
“Ok. Um.. ok! I’ll do it.”
“Yeah dude! Don’t worry you got this! What about tomorrow? That’s when she comes in; I’ll do the class with you I promise.”
You smile softly. “Ok! That’s fine, gotta go! But I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Ok, I’ll text you the address.”
Nora hangs up.
You look over at your wardrobe. “Damn, I need to go shopping.” You grab your keys and head outside to your car.
“Should I start buying healthy stuff, should I clean out my kitchen. Ughhh I don’t know, maybe this Abby knows how to do meal preps? I could ask her.”
You ponder as you make it to your destination. You pull up at a clothing store, searching for an outfit for the gym, even though you don’t need one you still wanna feel comfortable. All you own is baggy shirts and dirty joggers. But you wanted to at least look decent there.
You immediately head to the plus size section. “Hmmm..it’s not that busy in here.” You hold the clothes up the the mirror. “Ughhh. This is gonna look bad on me.” You say to yourself. “But it would help if I tried them on.”
You grab about 5 outfits. All 2x-3xls, you head into the dressing room.
You end up trying them on and each time you step out of the dressing room you look in the mirror in the hall. “Hmmmm..” you say to yourself. It’s an all light pink set with a matching sports bra and leggings. “Ugh, this looks bad on me, I might as well go with my joggers and shirt.” You turn around, “At least my ass looks good though.” You giggle to yourself, you also hear someone else giggle, you look up. At the end of the hallway of the dressing room entrance is a blonde, tall muscular women, she’s leaning on the wall watching you. Was she watching the whole time? Did she watch you try on each one? “I-I uh, sorry I didn’t know anyone else was back here!” You say as you grab your jacket and cover your top. “Don’t hide, you look good.” She says as she stops leaning and you see that she has a couple of clothes she’s gonna try on herself. She walks towards one of the dressing rooms, but she walks up to you first. “By the way.” She whispers a little close. “My favorite is the blue one, it looks great on you.” She smiles and walks into one of the rooms locking the door. You stand there blushing like crazy. You go back into your dressing room and cover your face. You start thinking to yourself. ‘Oh my god was she flirting..’ you start changing and you end up choosing the blue one, of course. ‘I must be delusional. She probably meant it as a compliment.’ You go to the check out with the blue gym wear in your hand. You see the muscular blonde walk out of the dressing rooms and she heads towards the line you’re in. You peek behind yourself, she’s texting someone. She looks up at you for a split second and you avert your eyes. You blush again and hold the blue gym wear close to your person. She looms over you, “which one did you go with?” You jump a little and you try to calm down; cause you’re wondering why is this beautiful hot women who is way out of tour league interested in what you’re buying. “I-I went with the blue one.” You say with a smile, holding up the outfit. She smiles at you, and holds up hers. “Cute. I’m glad.” She winks at you. You look down again, adverting eye contact. “Wh-which one did you choose.” She looks at you and smiles eagerly. “I chose orange, and the same blue color.” You smile. “Which gym do you go to?” She ask.
‘She’s gotta be interested in me, I’m not delusional.’ You think to yourself. “Well my friend, she invited me to a gym, and I’m taking my first class tomorrow with her!” You say with a nervous smile. “I think it’s called, like wolf something? I have no idea, but weird name.” The blondes eyes open widely. “So you’re the person Nora talks about?” Your eyes go wide. “N-Nora.. wait are you-“ “Abby, but abs for short.” She smiles and holds out her hand. Your face heats up and you go to grab her hand but the cashier yells at you. “Next in line!” You jump and quickly shake Abby’s hand. You say your name with a stutter, but surprisingly you got it out. You end up checking out and as soon as you’re about to leave, Abby stops you and grabs your shoulder.
“Wait here, I wanna talk to you.”
You blush and nod as you watch her check out. You study her for a moment. Her hands, the way she holds her self. Her black tank top. I know Nora talked about Abby once or twice but you didn’t expect her to be this hot. Abby grabs her bag and walks outside with you holding the door open for you. “I wanted you to know that I’m happy you chose my class! I promise I’m not scary, and I won’t be mean either. You got this yeah?” She says as she holds out a fist pump. You blush and look up at her. “Y-yeah!” You fist bump her back. She smiles. “I’ll see you around.” She begins to walk away, suddenly a burst of confidence comes thru you like a bolt. “Wait! Abby!” You stop her before she gets in her car. She looks over at you holding her car door open. “Not to sound weird, b-but what’s your number? Y-ya know just so I can ask you questions and stuff about the schedules and-“ Abby smiles and grabs her phone. “Usually I only give out my business number, but I’ll give you my direct line.” She says as she begins to say her phone number. You copy it down in your notes carefully. “Th-thank you Abby!” You say and you begin to walk to your car. As you get in you shut the door and kick your feet like crazy. “Oh my god, Nora did not tell me this trainer was a fucking goddess.” You get out your phone and quickly spam her.
You: NORA.
Nora: ?
You: YOU DID NOT TELL ME ABBY WAS THAT FUCKING HOT
Nora: HAHA, dude I could’ve sworn I shown you a pic of her.
You: WELL YOU DIDNT, I swear I have never seen a person that attractive, and omg, let me tell you what HAPPENED IN THE DRESSING ROOMCAUSE OMGMGMG
You tell Nora all about what happened and you begin driving home. Maybe it won’t be that bad, maybe it’ll be alright. Abby seems nice enough. You have hope.
authors notes: THANK YOU FOR READING PART ONE AHH, let me know if I should finish this!!
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koolades-world · 3 months
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Helloooo it's me again back with another obey me request :)
Could I get the Demon bros with a depressed MC? I'm having a rough time rn and I just need some comfort but ofc feel free to ignore if u don't do requests like these!!
Have a nice day/night!! ♡☆♡☆♡
hi! of course! sorry I'm so late on this!!! also love your pfp (huge pjsekai fan)
Part of the reason I took so long is because I just didn’t know where to start
I love the demon bro I wanna squeeze them like a squishmellow and they’ve gotten me thorough some tough stuff
it's hard for me to articulate anything relating to depression just because I struggle to open up about it especially after my diagnosis. I don’t think anyone except my mom knows only because she was in the room at the time, and all you guys now of course haha
sorry if that was worded so weird and if anything below is worded weird but it’s just hard for me to find words to put together how I’m feeling but writing is my therapy so thank you for this request :)
Brothers with a depressed Mc
Lucifer
would def notice something was up right away from the first meeting, not because of how you acted, but just because it's Luci
once he officially found out, he made all arrangements needed right away
you need a few days off school? you got it, he's already talking to diavolo
you need a break from chores? you got it, he distributed the work among the rest of the family
there's only one thing you feel like eating? you got it, it's what everyone is eating for dinner
supportive in a quiet way, and does all sorts of little things to lighten the load
Mammon
as your first and best man, he acts as your knight and is willing to do anything to help you out
he tries his best to correct his own bad habits so you can work together on yourself
like, for example, if you struggle to get out of bed in the morning, he will get up and moving earlier so you can be up at the same time
nobody is perfect! he tells you this all the time because he knows how dark everything might seem sometimes
he partially understands how you feel since being the family punching bag for hundreds of years takes a toll on someone
he’s with you in every step of your journey, ups and downs, no matter what
Levi
he often has his own self deprecating thoughts, so he knows what you’re dealing with
everyone copes in their own ways but he hopes by sharing all the things he loves, he can bring some happiness
he shared everything with you, both his physical possessions and his thoughts
if you prefer to just sit together, he can do that, but if you want to talk about it, he will do his best to also share how he’s feeling
he wants you to be able to use him as a support system and as someone to fall back on
he always tries to bring a smile to your face and to be someone you trust, despite his own flaws
Satan
he shows you the little joys in life, the ones you might struggle or forget to see like sunsets and how the clouds change color with the sky, or how soft flower petals can be, or how a smile can change someone’s entire day
often he invites you out to places, for no reason at all so you can enjoy everything, especially the sun
he takes you on trips to the human world to visit your favorite places and occasionally see your favorite people if he’s allowed
he helps you with school work and takes the load when ever he can
if you asked him, he would do anything for you <3
Asmo
he always helps you out with your personal hygiene since often, that's what goes first
it's much easier to keep a routine if someone is doing it with you, and Asmo would never forget, so he help keep you on track
but, he's also not pushy about it. if you'll let him, he'll do some of the tasks for you, no strings attached
he's with you at your worst and best. he's not going anywhere
he's determined to be your personal cheerleader and will celebrate all the small things with you
Beel
at first, he's a little shocked at the changes in eating patterns, but supports you when ever and where ever you need it
if he knows there's only one food you will eat, he will physically restrain himself from eating it because he knows how much it means to you
exercise helps but he knows it's probably the last thing you want to do, so he helps you though little bits at a time and takes you out to get a reward afterwards
spending time with you makes him happy, so he figures it must be the same the other way around so he makes an effort to just be with you, even if its just sitting together while you do different things
often finds himself seeking you out just to ask how you are by instinct, proving what a sweetheart he is
Belphie
an interrupted or strange sleep cycle is something he would for sure notice
he becomes the biggest cuddle bug and will often give you sleepy kisses
when you're resting, he'll give you sweet dreams that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy afterwards
he makes an effort to make the bed just how you like it, and before long makes it a habit to join you in your room for naps and bedtime
he doesn't mind if you wake up at weird time and will wait with you as long as you need to get up
thank you again for such the long wait! hope you enjoyed and hope you're feeling better now <333
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call on me (min yoongi)
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Genre/warnings: college!au, best friends to ?, basketball player!yoongi, college newspaper editor!reader, strong language, sexual themes, explicit content
Playlist: call on me by tove lo//cool by dua lipa//pretty please by dua lipa//at night I think about you by mnek//why r u back by sylo//times we had by the chaingang of 1974//my universe by bts and coldplay//
note: i saw yoongi in busan at 5 am and safe to say, my brain short-circuited. also this outfit screams off-duty basketball player!yoongi so sue me, i couldn’t help being cliché okay! god, i’m so whipped it’s not even funny
words:  3k  image credit: to owner, i don’t own this. masterlist
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Yoongi was talking to a girl. 
She was pretty - in that conventional sort of way. When she flicked her hair back to show her neck, classic mating move by the way, and threw her head back to show more neck, you caught a better look at her. Even across the court, you could see her impeccable makeup and outfit. Put together. Symmetrical. Nothing was out of place, out of the ordinary.
"You're staring."
"Shit, man! You fucking scared me!"
Hobi smiles at you, watching the game unfold in front of him. You’d met him on the first day of the new semester. And six months later, he was one of the only people on campus you tolerated - Yoongi being the first, newspaper crew being the second. 
"Sorry." He said, bumping shoulders with you. "Is that his girlfriend?"
"I'm sure she wants to be."
Yoongi never had any trouble with women. Or men. People flocked to him. He possessed a quiet confidence that put everyone at ease. And he was smart. And kind. Everyone loved him. And anyone who didn't, well, let's just say.....you wouldn't hear from them again. They might as well be socially extinct. 
You on the other hand, sat in that weird place where you couldn't decide whether to bask in the love everyone showed him and thereby showed you or resent it. Yoongi was your best friend. Yours. You'd known each other.....God, how long has it been? It feels like forever. And after meeting him, you didn't particularly feel like expanding your social circle. Why would you need to? You had him. Right? Right?
"I think he wants her to be his girlfriend, too."
Hobi says, a sly glint in his eyes. Man really had no chill. He was so fucking obvious. And you weren't even that perceptive. All through high school, you were best friends with a guy who was practically in love with you. Well, he thought so. You thought it was just that weird thing guys do where they attribute every bit of intimacy to romance. That's besides the point. Hobi, Jung Hoseok, was making it very apparent he was into you. And it was kinda freaking you out.
"You should at least pretend to be a little less happy about it."
"Why? The odds are in my favour."
"Slow down, buddy. Yoongi and I....we’re not....first of all, okay? And also, you barely know me."
"Then let me. Let me take you out."
You lick your lips, smile imperceptibly. 
"You wouldn't like me very much, trust me." You tell him. It was true. You were fun to be around. Funny too. Smart in that way where the banter was good but not so apparently smart it intimidated guys. Tricks though. You could drink anyone under the table, and wake up the next morning to score a modest 98 on a economics exam. But being that girl, the ‘cool girl’, required a lot of trying. And for the most part, you didn’t really feel like trying. 
"Really?" Hobi asks. “What’s my type?”
"That.....is your type,” you say, pointing to the girl talking to Yoongi. “She's everyone's type."
Hobi smiles at you. It’s genuine. You know it by the crinkles by his eyes. 
"For your information, I very much like girls who wear funeral black and use sarcasm as a form of flirting."
"This university has a goth club, you know? Might be more your speed." You tease. Hobi chuckles. He turns to face you, knees pressing against your thigh. 
"Listen, I think you're cool. And we got some banter going on, some chemistry happening here.....But I'm not gonna keep asking if you're really not interested. So, just tell me, okay? Promise, I won't take it personally."
You know he means it. From what you knew of Hobi, he was sincere and open, sometimes in a way that scared the living shit out of you. Maybe that was what stopped from pursuing things further. Or maybe it was.....
You turn back to the game, Yoongi and the girl’s silhouette in your periphery. Then you lick your lips, close your eyes for a moment and say,
"I think you're cool......yeah, I find you cool too. But I don't really.....respond well to persistence. Can we just....get to know each other slowly?"
Hobi’s eyes are like Wille E. Coyote’s in The Road Runner cartoon. He’s in disbelief.  "Yes! I mean.....yes. Yeah. That's totally chill. Whatever."
You smile to yourself, bumping shoulders with him.
_-_
Yoongi doesn't like it.
He doesn't like it one bit. Sure, they're losing. And sure, there's a pretty girl flirting with him right now. But he can't focus on anything but the exchange across the court. He sees you and Hobi talking to each other. At first, you seem a bit uncomfortable. But then your shoulders relax. And you look....happy? You're smiling. A lot. Are you.....flirting with Hoseok? Oh my God, you are! You're doing that thing where you roll your eyes in mock annoyance.
Oh, but Hoseok says something and Yoongi realizes he should politely nod his head at the girl in front of him. This spurs her on. And she keeps saying something but Yoongi is still looking at the two of you. He can't stop. It's like a car crash happening in real time. No. He shouldn't describe it that way. Because Hoseok actually seems into it. And you.....are you into.....oh, you're into it.....you're into Hoseok?
Yoongi has never seen you be into anyone. He's heard the horror stories after dates. Seen the anxiety before it. And the tornado of makeup and clothes that capsizes your room in the process. But this was new. This was..... unexpected.
Completely unexpected. He never thought you'd date anyone. Not seriously at least. Between uni and work and your friendship, how could you? Where would you find the time? Would you make the time? How could you? By cutting Yoongi, your best friend, out of your life? 
He licked his lips, feeling something burning inside him.
_-_
Yoongi is being distant.
Well, he's always been distant. Dude was like a fucking cat. But even when you held him last night, like you always do when he's feeling bad, he didn't relax. What the hell was going on? You were adamant on finding out during lunch the Monday after the game they lost.  
"I'm here, I'm here!" You yell, almost crashing into a sitting Yoongi. He looks up from his phone, the sun glistening on his skin. What ethereal nonsense. Who just looks like that sitting on a bench on campus?
"Finally! I'm starving!"
"What'd you get?"
"Bento. You want miso?"
"Mmh. Here.....take the egg yolk."
"Are you taking care of me?" He asks, incredulous. You scoff.
"As if! I just don't like egg yolk."
After a few mouthfuls of food, you stare at the courtyard. Students mill around. One in particular, catches your eyes. He's wearing Doc Martens and plaid pants. When you scan up, you gasp a little. Apparently, Hobi was really stepping up his fashion game. 
"What? Who's that?'
You turn to look at Yoongi, who's already staring off into the distance. "Oh, just a new guy in my class."
"What's he like?"
"Don't know."
"Your little gasp says otherwise."
"Well.....I was just......"
"Admiring the scenery?"
You shove him away from you and he grabs your hand to steady himself. Just then, guy from class waves in your direction. He smiles brightly. Shit. Who smiles like that at a stranger?
You give him a small wave and a deep bow and then pretend there's something fascinating in the sky. 
"You suck at this."
"Shut up." Yoongi smiles to himself, stealing a bit of chicken from your bento box.
That should’ve been the end of it. A benevolent universe would have mercy and just let things end. But no. No. That would too easy. It would be much more fun for the universe to have you stuff your mouth full of food when Hobi stands in front you. You cough, almost choking. Yoongi asks if you’re okay. You nod, swallowing quickly.
“Hey, hey.” 
"Hey. Yoongi-ah. This is Hoseok oppa."
Oppa?
Who the hell were you calling oppa?
"He just joined my class this semester."
"Mid year? Tough."
"Your girlfriend said the same thing."
"Oh, we're not....."
"He's not my....."
"Good."
Good?
"I've gotta run - basketball tryouts today. Rain check on lunch?"
"Yeah, of course!"
Hoseok nods, flashing you a smile. When you turn to Yoongi, he sits up straight, looking very prim and proper, and says in the highest pitch he can muster,
"Yeah! Of course!"
"I don't sound like that!"
"Pretty sure dogs started barking."
"Shut up, shut up, Min Yoongi!"
_-_
Yoongi looks good.
Three months later, you can see the weightlifting’s really come into play. His arms are toned. And the muscles between his shoulder blades are.....just....You're not gonna tell him that. He didn't need a bigger head on that dainty neck. But he did. You couldn't deny it. You watched him dribble the ball skillfully across the court in the second half, bursting forward to shoot a three pointer. It swooshed in beautifully.
He high-fived his teammates as you started taking notes, showing the latest member of your newspaper team what to look for and what the audience wanted. It was a fun job, really. Tiring. But good for the long run - editors make decisions. And you liked that.
As your eyes scanned the court, you found your eyes on another. Hobi turned to look at you, sending you a cheeky grin and wink before slam-dunking the ball in. The crowd broke into thunderous applause, everyone cheering and screaming, some even crying. You helped your newspaper trainee capture the moment in their notes, pressing your lips together to keep from smiling.
"That was for you by the way."
His voice punctures your thought bubble. It must've been comical, the way you were staring at Hobi. He smiled.
"Just so there's no confusion."
"Should I put that in the story?" Your trainee asks. "No!" You say just as Hobi says, "Yes!"
"It's not relevant."
"It is very relevant, I think. I'm sure the public.....would be very interested." Hobi says, touching your arm before being hauled away by his celebrating teammates.
_-_
He should've sat this one out.
Victory parties have never been Yoongi's thing. But peer pressure man, it gets the better of you when you're not looking. And it was that same goddamn thing forcing him to watch you, watch Hoseok on the other side of the room.
You tuck a strand of hair behind your hair, peer up at him. Why are you laughing like that? He can't be that funny. You chuckle, reaching out and grabbing Hoseok's arm. The man smiles fondly at you.
Yoongi should be happy for you. He is. Maybe. Under all the alcohol, and all the fatigue, and all.....whatever. It doesn't even matter. He shouldn't have come. He just.....shouldn't have come.
Going home, he texts you.
Yoongi waits. Watches. You don't notice your phone. You don't pick it up. He swallows. So, that's how it is, huh? A guy in the picture and you forget your best friend? That's how far your loyalty extends, huh?
Yoongi scoffs, just to himself. Then he goes home.
_-_
With a whole jack and coke in you, you laugh at Hobi’s joke before scanning the room. Yoongi’s usual spot on the couch, where you’d bitch about people you didn’t like and become the subject of sordid gossip, was empty. Last you saw him, he’d just come with his teammates. What was he wearing? He was....
Oh, right. 
It was that outfit. 
The one that haunted your nights and days - thick chains around his neck, “the earth is flat. didn’t you know that?” black shirt you bought him ironically for his birthday which became his signature party outfit. As if that wasn’t enough, his hair was long and luscious and......
Shit, where is he?
“Something wrong?” Hobi asked. 
You check your phone and nod. 
“I gotta go. I’ll see you.....”
_-_
"Hey, are you okay?"
No! He wasn't fucking okay! Yoongi didn't wanna see you. Especially not now, here, at his doorstep.
"What? Why?"
Shit, did he just say that out loud?
"You're saying everything out loud. What's going on? You never drink this much."
"Just tired."
He lies. He doesn't know why he drank. He just....wanted to. It made his brain slow and slushy and he just wanted....a little respite. Was that so hard to believe?
"Okay. Well, get into bed. I'll make you some hangover cure."
"No need. I'll do it myself in the morning."
"Bro....come on....we both know you'll forget."
You say, reaching out. "Why.......are you here?" He questions. 
"What do you mean?"
"I mean.....you looked like you were having fun."
"I was......I uh......saw your text. Got worried."
"Don't be. I'm fine. I'll be fine."
"Yoongi......tell me what's wrong."
"I just wanna sleep....okay?"
"Okay. Okay, come on then."
He gets changed, brushes his teeth and gets into bed. Even hammered as hell, he was a good boy. A decent boy. Why couldn't you see that? Why wasn't that enough for you? Why did you have to go to Hoseok - look at him like that, touch him like that?
Just as his thoughts swirl around like a tornado in his head, you slip in behind him. Your arms snake around his waist, holding him close.
This is.....too much. Tonight. Any other night, it wouldn't be. Yoongi wouldn't think anything of it. Platonic intimacy was normal. Natural. But tonight, your touch was scathing him. And in the burning heat, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
_-_
You woke up from his bed and walked to the kitchen where he was cooking and plating food. All of it was demolished in minutes. And yet, what would usually make him much happier, didn't lift his dampened mood. You wanted to ask what was wrong. But that wouldn't work with him. You had to be patient. If he wanted to tell you, he would. He would. Right?
"Okay," you say a few moments later. You're dressed for the day, he's still in his pyjamas. "I'll be off then."
He doesn't say anything until your back was to him, your hand on the door knob.
"Do you like Hoseok?"
"What?"
"Do you like him?"
"I like flirting with him." You admitted. It was fun. And after almost three years of trying and failing spectacularly, it was honestly just.....nice to be wanted. 
"But you don't......"
"I don't know. Maybe."
God, why? Why was he asking you that, looking like that - loose t-shirt hanging off his immaculate collarbones, lips red and puff, eyes half closed with sleep? He’s never cared about anyone you’ve been with or around before. In fact, he always hated them. Hated talking about them even when he let you complain. Yoongi found a problem with everyone, so much so, you stopped bringing people around. It’s why it took six months for you to introduce Hobi to Yoongi. 
"Why? You interested." You joke. 
"Yes." He says matter of factly. Oh. OH. You'd always thought he was straight. But now that you think about it.....maybe he was bi like you? Maybe that's why you got on so well? Because on a fundamental level you understood each other?
"I'll back off then."
Yoongi looks confused. Why does he look confused? Wait, wait, don't tell me, don't fucking tell me.
"Yoongi.....you meant you're interested in Hobi, right?"
He doesn't answer. Why won't he answer? Why won't he look you in the eyes? Why won't he ........oh God. Your bag drops to the ground. And before you know it, you're standing in front of him, asking,
"Yoongi.....do you like me?"
He stays quiet for a long time. And you can't help the pitter patter in your heart. You......no, no, you can't get ahead of yourself. You can't get your hopes up. You can't let yourself think, believe, that Min Yoongi, your best friend, actually has feelings for you - like you've always secretly dreamed about, like you've almost never let yourself admit?
"I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."
_-_
So, you decide. 
You close the distance between you two. And when your thumb brushes against the scar on his cheek, replaced quickly by the press of your lips, Yoongi almost collapses. How has he gone his whole life without this?
Your mouth was hot against his. Tongue darting across his bottom lip before sinking into his mouth. Fuck. He'd been missing out. Yoongi slips his hands down, fingers round the curve of your ass, pushing and tugging and pulling into him. You didn't stop. Beat on like a waterfall. Until your palms slammed agaisnt hard wall, his back to it. Fuck. Yoongi couldn't stop. He didn't want to.
You undid his pants, palmed him quick. And he's embarrassed to admit, how easy it was to get hard. To ache like he hadn't been touched in decades. He'd hadn't been. Not like this.
This was evolution in slow motion. The kind that friendship afforded, the kind of intimacy he craved - the omnipotence of a deity doled out with the delicacy of a flower. Every breath on his skin, every touch of your fingers, every squeeze of his hips made it more and more apparent. Yoongi couldn't think straight. He just couldn't think.
Oh shit. Shit. You looked so good on your knees. Peering up at him through your lashes, pupils blown. Yoongi would vault this image in his head for all eternity. Oh, the pressure of your mouth, the way you'd just.....shit. What was he saying?
He closes his eyes, focuses on the feeling. He could burst. Explode. But you beat him to it, don't you? You've always been better at everything. Shattering his universe into a billion pieces shouldn't be any different.
Yoongi floats back down to earth. His ears are ringing. He tastes himself on your lips, feels your nipples hard against the thin material of his shirt. God. God. There is one, isn't there? Who else could conjure a picture like this?
Divinity yanks him forward and he takes you like a man possessed. Hands. Lips. Mouth. Skin to skin, breathing you in. Until, until, until, there he was - at the Garden of Eden, the beginning of everything and he's sure, the end of it all.
Fuck. You taste....like honey. And you sound like it too, moaning and writhing and enveloping Yoongi into your atmosphere. He'd always thought he was close to you. Annoyingly close to you. But this....this was.....just......God. He closes his eyes, nose pressing against your clit and his tongue moves slow and fast and slow and fast.
You hiss. Tell him "just like that" with one tug of his hair. Yoongi obliges. Bringing you closer and closer and closer until your low moans meld to high whines and end in a staccato symphony of ragged breaths.
Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. He peers up to see you've thoroughly enjoyed yourself. Good. Cause he's nowhere near finished.
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babyspacekwid · 5 months
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Astrology Observations and Advice ✨ (TW talks of ED)
From a non professional astrologer who has no idea wtf she’s posting half the time 💕
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Chiron 4th house in Capricorn, Your dad may be very hard on you, like a perfectionist dad. Could have also been abusive. Could be the type to comment on your shortcomings. Remember that you are enough as it is, don’t be so hard on yourself, treat yourself as you would a friend. With compassion and kindness. Its okay to make mistakes in life. It’s common to have daddy issues with this placement, so try not to let that affect your love life, this is a personal placement of mine😜 rlly into toxic men, but they ain’t good for me, so let us be aware of that. Don’t take life too seriously, do the serious shit without being too serious about it. Idk if that makes sense but for example, let’s say u got a math test, do the math test seriously, like study and shit but don’t let the stress of it consume you because it rlly ain’t that serious.
Aries moon, especially men y’all’s temper is unregulated af. Ive seen y’all snap at stuff that energy shouldn’t be wasted on, y’all are one of the most emotionally reactive signs I have ever met. Like a ticking time bomb. This moon sign might have experienced a mother figure that was harsh and emotionally neglectful. Very hard on you, wasn’t that nurturing when raising you. The type of mom to tell you to get up and wipe the dust off when you fall and scrape your knee as a kid. y’all gotta delve into those emotions in a healthier manner. Therapy and journaling could be very beneficial. Go to one of those rage rooms where ppl break shit, I feel like y’all would go all out. There’s definitely some pent up anger. This goes for Scorpio moons too, y’all is more internal though, got some deep dark thoughts and intense internal feelings that could easily overwhelm which is why downtime is needed.
Speaking of some Scorpio moons I have met, don’t let your trust issues fuck things up. This a hard placement, y’all feel things so deeply, but just cause one person backstabbed you don’t mean everyone will. Open up to people, trial and error and you’ll find that person. Obviously set boundaries and don’t just trauma dump on everyone you meet, but don’t build an invisible wall as soon as you meet someone. Not everyone is out to get you.
(TW) Taurus risings I’ve met have dealt with some type of eating disorder. Could have had family members or people comment on their weight as a child or just got rlly influenced by the negative parts of social media. Every taurus rising I’ve met has dealt with body issues, y’all are actually so beautiful though, and I’m sorry you don’t hear it often,no matter the size. You guys are also so photogenic, like maybe I’m just the type of person that sees human beings as cute in general but istg y’all could be making the ugliest of faces and I’d still think it’s charming 😭 my best advice would be to stop comparing yourselves, and to learn unconditional love towards your body at every stage it’s at. We’re gonna be 60 and wrinkly anyways, might as well enjoy what it can do for you now!
I have this friend who’s a Capricorn sun and moon, and as a Gemini sun and moon myself I feel so similar to her in like every aspect. Idk if it’s because we’re both born on a new moon, but anyways, this girl needs to learn to open up😭 like hun I wanna be your shoulder to cry on, don’t get me wrong she will vent, and spill the tea, but when the waterworks come out she’d rather isolate. I’m just like naurrrrrr, come back. I might not be comfortable with tears and shit but il awkwardly pat your back and listen to you. Either way y’all don’t be afraid to be vulnerable, you aren’t a burden and you can’t deal with it yourself. Stop trynna convince yourself that you can. Humans are social creatures and our primal instinct is to receive and give love. M
ANYWHOOOO y’all I rlly ain’t that knowledgeable about this shit, I’m rlly going off my friend’s placements (and mine). I am studying astrology tho so maybe one day 🤠 but I got the memory of a goldfish so it might take a while, I appreciate everyone who’s been liking my posts though THANK YOU💕💕💕💕
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Peaky boys and reader who teases them all day and then gets a portion of flip flops or rough fuck.
My morning starts with me going to your profile and watching updates. And my heart blazes when I see that something has come out. You're great!! 🖤
Ohhhh lovely what a sweet little message! Im sorry i know u sent this ages ago but im only just getting round to it now!! I’m so so sorry its taken me so long. I hope you'll like these <3
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Tommy
🌿 Not a forgiving man. At all. He can hold a grudge and he does not appreciate being teased... 
🌿 Especially not when he’s told you 100 times that he's busy, that he’s got a lot of work he should be focussing on, yet you still insist upon visiting him in his office, sitting yourself down on his desk so that he has no choice but to focus on you and not the work in question. 
🌿 When he asks what you’re doing and you can hear the impatience in his voice so you open your legs slowly to show him you aren’t wearing any underwear, he struggles to hold back his temper... he can’t believe you’re really messing with him right now...
🌿 He also can’t believe he’s managing to resist you right now. 
🌿 Sending you away is the last thing he wants to do but he does, his hands firm on your knees as he pushes your legs back together and refuses to show you how much he wants you. 
🌿 If this is the game you want to play and you really think you can push your luck teasing him, then he’s going to tease you back twice as hard.
🌿 He’d lure you in, bringing you so close to him, then he’s whisper something incredibly dirty in your ear. He’d tell you to go home, go to your room, undress and wait for him, he'd promise you he wouldn’t be long
🌿 “If I come home and you have so much as a sock on you’ll be in trouble and not the kind you’re hoping for angel...”
🌿 And then he’d make you wait ALL day as punishment so that you weren’t sure whether he’d forgotten about you or not. 
🌿 But trust me when he does get home you’re in for the roughest fuck of your life. He’s going to exhaust you so that you’ll know never to interrupt him and tease him again. 
Alfie
🐻 Loves winding you up more than he cares to admit. In fact, the more he can tell you want him the more he wants to tease you. 
🐻 He knows you so well that he can tell just from the smallest change in your demeanour that you’re pining for him... and he will use that against you. 
🐻When he notices out the corner of his eye that you’ve dropped something on the floor on purpose so that you can bend down and give him a view to remember, he will make sure not to let you catch him looking, in fact he’ll make a show of busying himself somewhere else so that you know he really isn’t bothered by your efforts. 
🐻He can keep this up all day... if you want him, you’re going to have to straight up beg him because he will purposefully ignore all your hints and subtleties just to torture you
🐻And if you don’t give up and start begging he will basically corner you into admitting to your tricks. 
🐻 “Are you alright there poppet? You look like you want to tell me something... yeah actually, you haven’t stopped giving me those eyes all day... why don’t you come here yeah...”
🐻He’ll let you think for a moment that you’re finally going to get what you want but that isn’t how this is going to work. He’s going to tease and tease and tease. 
🐻He’d turn his chair, pull it away from his desk and towards you, “Come on then darlin, come sit here in your old mans lap, talk to me yeah... don’t just float around my office giving me them eyes... you never know, I might be able to help...eh?”
🐻He’d make you sit in his lap, make you balance with your legs either side of one of his thighs and he’d make sure to apply just enough pressure making you squirm in his lap as he spoke to you. Then he’d draw it out, he’d have his hands on your waist and hips holding you still and in place, smirking at you, knowing he’s stopping you from being able to rub yourself on his thigh. “Now then poppet, why don’t you tell me what's going on... what you looking at me with those sad little eyes for... what do you want?” 
🐻He’d be trailing his fingers over your skin, the cool metallic touch of his rings leaving goosebumps wherever they went. 
🐻 He won’t let you go until you’ve admitted to what you want, and even then, he’d just lean back in his chair and tell you to show him how badly you wanted it, he’d make you get off grinding on his thigh, or have you sit on his desk and touch yourself, the whole time all you want is for him to touch you. 
🐻 Might give you what you want if you put on a good enough show, but the chances are he’s going to make you edge yourself for a very long time before he decides you’ve earned a spoiling. 
Arthur
🍂 You don’t really believe you’d get the chance to tease him?
🍂 Seriously, the first attempt at teasing him and he’s going to flip you over his desk and fuck you till your mind is blank and hazy. 
🍂 He might seem on board with at first, he might laugh when you sit in his lap and grind on him before getting up, trying to leave him with a hard on and no satisfaction... but he isn’t going to let you go and you know it. 
🍂 “where do you think you’re going darlin... get back here...”
🍂 If you don’t do as you’re told you can expect him to respond with force, getting up and following you out of his office, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, carrying you back and throwing you down onto his desk ready to teach you a lesson. 
🍂 “You want to play games do you darlin, you thought you’d come down here and try to tease your Arthur did you? Well love, that ain't how this is gonna work...” 
🍂 He’ll fuck you, hard fast and rough, fucking you from behind and spanking you, bending over you so that he can growl in your ear, so many degrading things. 
🍂 “Wanted to try and be a little slut did you, wanted to play at being a fucking whore well I’ll make a whore out of you yet love, I’ll make you a fucking good whore...” 
🍂 Won’t be quiet about it and will definitely use the racket you’re making to further your humiliation and punish you for misbehaving. He’ll remind you that everyone can hear you making all this noise, that everyone will know now how much of a little whore you are. 
John
🌼 He can’t lie, he likes it when you try and tease him, in fact he loves it when you try to tease him. He likes all the effort you go to, he thinks its cue how desperate for his attention you are. He will ignore you at first just to make you work even harder
🌼 And, he’s a bastard about it, because he loves to tease you right back. Every time you make a move and try to tease him he’ll out manoeuvre you, luring you in, making you think he’s falling for your tricks and then just when you think you’ve won hell make his move, trick you into letting out a little moan for him when he slips his fingers between your legs and catches you out, or when he drags his teeth over the sensitive place on your neck only to push you away and pretend he’s hardly noticed you at all. 
🌼 He will do it all day and what's worse, he’ll laugh at you. The more sexually frustrated you get the more he’ll tease and laugh because it’s so entertaining to him seeing you get flustered and frustrated and needy for him. 
🌼 He doesn’t know why you always fall for his tricks either, you’d think a clever girl like you would know the fifth time he tells you to come sit in his lap and tell him what you want, that you’d tell him to fuck off. That you’d know he was only going to kiss your nose and smirk like a teenager saying something like “too bad sunbeam, that ain’t gonna happen...” and yet somehow he manages to dangle just enough hope in front of you that you fall for it every time. 
🌼He’ll keep it up until you’re all teary eyed and sulky, until you genuinely look a little bit like you can’t take his teasing anymore. But before you get what you want he’ll have you on your knees beneath his desk looking up at him with wide doe eyes, telling him you’re sorry for being a tease and begging him to let you get what you want. 
Bonnie
🍀 He's just as impatient as Arthur and he doesn’t like playing games however, he won’t respond at all like the Shelby because a) he isn’t about to lose his temper over sex and b) he would be worried about scaring you or being too aggressive with you
🍀 Also he knows what you’re like, he understands this game you like to play and he knows that if he’s patient and bides his time then he’ll get everything he wants and more. 
🍀 He won’t really let you tease him though, at least he won’t let you frustrate him. He’ll enjoy how tactile you are with him and of course he’ll let his eyes linger on you when you walk with those swaying hips or you let the collar of your blouse slip down to reveal your shoulder. 
🍀 He’ll let you inspire that possessive nature he has when it comes to you, he’ll let you wind him up and up and up until he’s about to snap and then when he’s really riled up he’ll steal you away somewhere the two of you can be alone. 
🍀 There’ll be no words at first, just his body trapping you between him and the wall, his lips on yours his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, teeth colliding, biting your bottom lip. 
🍀 He’d be just as desperate for you as you are him and he’d definitely take control, fucking you against the wall one hand on your hip the other on your throat. 
🍀 He’d be so soft dom! about it, getting as close to you as he possibly can, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, making you look into his eyes the whole time, telling you not to close your eyes, talking you through your high with little demands and lots of praise. 
🍀 If anything he’s rewarding you for being such a little tease. 
🍀 The one thing which would potentially have him snap would be if in order to tease him you tried to flirt with another man, or you ignored Bonnie in favour of talking to other men, even if you weren’t flirting with them. That would bring out his competitive side and his jealous streak and then you’d really be in for it. He’d fuck you hard until you could hardly think anymore all the while telling you that you’re his girl, you belong to him. Asking you who you belong to, making you say it and then forcing you to quiet with his fingers or tongue in your mouth.
🍀 Overstimulates you as "punishment" he'll keep making you cum over and over, not letting youbrest, watching as your eyes roll back and your body shakes. He loves watching you loose control and exhaust yourself cumming for him and when you're sobbing and mumbling all tired and fucked out that it feels "too good" he'll talk so soft and sweet to you, "good girl, just one more baby you can take it, i know you can, just one more for me little dove,"
Isaiah
🐀Doesn’t like being teased by you, you’re his girl and he wants you to be obedient and respectful. 
🐀 That being said he loves it when you show him how much you want him, how desperate for his attention you are. He knows that because you’re desperate for him you will do whatever he tells you and he loves the control over you he has
🐀 So if you’re being particularly naughty that day, trying to distract him, or trying to flirt with other people in front of him to draw his attention, he will snatch your wrist and take you to the bedroom where he will command you down onto your knees, deep throat fuck you until you’ve tears running down your cheeks. 
🐀 But here's the thing, once he’s cum he’s going to coax you back up to his level, he’s going to let you think that he’s about to take pity on you and reward you for being so good for him and then
🐀 he’s going to sit down, pour himself a glass of whiskey, and have you climb into his lap, sit on his cock... when you’re expecting him to fuck you he’ll just smirk and shrug. 
🐀 “Not just now eh love, someones got to teach you to be patient,” and then he’ll have you cockwarm him indefinitely. He’ll sit there with you balanced on his cock, forcing you to feel him going soft inside you, making you squirm and holding you still so that you can’t grind against him or get any satisfaction yourself... you’ll have to sit there being very still and well behaved even when you feel him getting hard again... every now and then just as you’re beginning to settle down in his lap he’ll twitch inside you and wake you right back up again
🐀 Then finally he’ll ask you whether you’re sorry, make you promise to be a good girl from now on. He won’t let you cum though, he’ll just say something like “maybe next time sweetheart,” and then leave you on your own to teach you a lesson. 
🐀 He'd better not come back to find you trying to satisfy yourself or there will be serious trouble
Michael
☘️ Doesn’t like to be denied anything because he’s lowkey spoiled and entitled. If you try to tease him he’ll be like... “the audacity :o” and he won’t know what to do.... at first
☘️  He’ll be pretty quick to think up a way to punish you, the whole plan being to make sure you know never to try and tease him again
☘️ At first he’d straight up ignore you, at least he’d try to, he isn’t very good at hiding the way he feels and his frustration would be so clear on his face and in his demeanour. So you would know you were winning. 
☘️ Then he’s start his assault on you, subtle at first, little caresses and touches, double meanings when he whispers something dirty in your ear. 
☘️  It won’t matter whether you’re alone or in a room full of other people, his tactics will be the same
☘️  He’d slide his hand up your skirt slowly, really slowly, maybe making it a little further up every time he tried it, before dragging it away and pretending as if he hadn’t done a thing. 
☘️ He’d have you sitting beside him, opposite Tommy Shelby, forcing you to try and keep quiet when his fingers have slipped between your thighs and are stroking over the lace of your underwear.
☘️  he has so many little tricks to build you up and up and up only to deny you satisfaction every single time. Each time he tries something its more intense and yet still with no reward.
☘️  By the end of the day you don’t know what to do with yourself, you’re up and down so much you’re exhausted, your poor heart and clit cannot take much more of these acrobatics. 
☘️ He will not let you sleep, once you’re in bed together thats when his fun and your punishment really begins. He’ll keep bringing you up, taking you so close to your high only to pull away and give you nothing, leaving you begging for him to let you cum. 
☘️ He’ll edge you like that until you’re crying and begging for him to stop but like Isaiah he won’t let you cum, he’ll make you suck his dick and have you apologise for being a little tease and then afterwards he’ll ask you whether you’ve learnt your lesson. 
☘️ “Are you going to try all that nonsense again y/n or do you think you’ve learned your lesson now?”
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homelandofthegods · 8 months
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hey! can you maybe write a thing about julien where like the reader is either pheobe or lucy’s childhood friend or sister and like they r protective of reader? and like reader was in a breakup and she ends up at her sisters house when boygenius is having a meeting and she like needs comforting and meets julien?
only if u want to or feel comfortable tho!!
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Warnings : none really, mostly fluff.
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My older sister Phoebe is in town with her band, boy genius. I’ve met Lucy but never Julien.
You just got back from lunch with phoebe you’re wearing a pink floral dress, when you get a text from your girlfriend:
“I can’t do this anymore, we have to break up”
This takes you by complete surprise as you had thought you were in a pretty good place in your relationship. You call her and you guys argue which ends with you in tears.
You get into your car and drive to phoebes, tears still in your eyes. You have a key to her place so you let yourself in, but you hear talking coming from the living room. You walk in the room and phoebe is talking to her band mates.
She looks at you and sees that your crying, she immediately gets up and asks what’s wrong. “We broke up” you say through tears. “Who you and *ex’s name*” “yeah” you reply wiping your tears. “She just texted me” Phoebe looks sort of angry as she says “what an ass” you laugh a little as you reach to grab a tissue. “I’m so sorry” Lucy says now also standing. “It’s not your fault” you say before blowing your nose. Phoebe asks if you want to stay and sit with them, to which you say yes.
You sit on the couch next to Julien she’s wearing an oversized shirt and jeans, Phoebe and Lucy go to get snacks from the kitchen. There sitting on independent chairs. You give Julien a smile. Immediately realizing how attractive she is. You look down, “Sorry if I- uh interrupted” you say looking at your hands which are fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Don’t worry about it, sorry about the breakup” Julien says smiling at you. You look up at her also smiling “thank you. I don’t think we’ve met, hell of an introduction” you say with a chuckle. “Yeah” the brown haired girl say’s laughing. “I’m y/n” you say through a cheeky smile. “I’m Julien” she says reaching her hand out to shake yours.
You hear the microwave start, you figure they’re making popcorn or something. It reminds you of watching movies with your ex. You dated for a year, you can’t believe it’s over.
You don’t know what came over you but you you hug Julien, trying to hold back more tears. You almost immediately pull away looking down and then back at her, “I’m sorry, I- I don’t know why I did that” “don’t worry about” she says bringing you in for another hug. You begin to cry again and apologize she assures you it’s ok as you cry into her shoulder more.
You break the hug as you hear your sister and Lucy enter the room. Phoebe comments on how she’s glad you two are getting along. You smile and look down as you notice Julien is holding your hand. And you smile looking at her.
This is my first time ever writing a fic so I’m sorry if it’s not the best.. I might write a second part to this if you guys want. Please feel free to leave requests!!
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beefboyandbabygirl · 8 months
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this is my first (1st!!) ever request so im sorry if im not clear or if anything is too vague.. </3 just had a thought about virgin!svt member (any one of your choice) x experienced but shy reader?? like they usually tease each other like crazy and reader is kind of cocky and all bratty (basically all talk) but when it comes to actual sex they're unexpectedly crazy shy and the member just 😞😞 cant get enough... im just curious about how you'd write the dynamic :) it can be vice versa as well! feel free to write about whoever comes to mind when you read this!
- anon 🐱❤️
oh my gooood im so honored to be ur first request hihi <3 i hope u like it!!
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pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader
genre: smut, first time, fluffish
warnings: unprotected sex, handjob, mentions of oral, kissing, mentions of making out, veryyyy slight degredation, mentions of restraint, mentions of masturbation
beefboy quotes: "kitten wants seungkwans cock🤧" (im sorry for including this but it made me laugh) "IM WET".
wordcount: 1k
a/n: phew this was a difficult one. im practising writing more detailed smut and do a little less plot lmao. beefboy says its working so im going to trust i did okay haha.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening right now.” 
What you had told Seungkwan was true. You were fairly experienced when it came to sex. However, experienced didn’t exactly equate to confident, even though you might have given him that idea. And it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t like you had tried to fool him, or pretend you were something you weren’t. All the dirty secrets whispered to make him blush, the not-so-accidental brushes of your ass over his crotch or fingers over his chest, were done out of pure love and adoration. You liked to tease him, and he absolutely loved when you teased him. 
You just wanted his first time to be special, and now you were afraid it was all ruined. 
“No, why are you apologizing? You’re doing great.”
He was laid out beneath you, already all sweaty and glowy from the heavy makeout session that had prompted the current situation. A large hand gently came in touch with one of the thighs straddling his torso, silently saying it’s okay, we’re okay. And his pupils were all blown out, and the room was dimly lit and humid. It was beautiful and perfect. He was perfect, and you were ruining it. 
It all felt completely upside down to you. That he was giving the reassuring words and the calming touches when he was supposed to be the nervous one. He didn’t look nervous at all. He sported that confident smile, the inquiring tilt of his head and he was shirtless underneath your bare thighs. 
“I just feel like I've let you down. Like I made you expect all these things for tonight, that I was supposed to be all dominating, and sexy and what not-”
“Babe, you’re literally so fucking sexy.” 
“Oh yeah, suddenly having a mental breakdown in the middle of your boyfriend's first time. So sexy of me.”
Without replying he grabbed you by the hips, giving them a gentle squeeze and locking eyes with you for permission. Your ‘yes’ was barely a whisper. Slowly, he shuffled you further down his body, so you were positioned over his cock. His hard cock. Really hard and also, really big. Not that you were surprised. 
“You feel that?” 
None of you were even moving, not even the slightest, and yet sparks of pleasure were rushing through you. He could probably feel the wetness soaking through your panties and onto the fabric covering his hard dick, but for the first time that night, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were nervous, you didn’t feel like you had a single expectation to live up to or promise to fulfill. He was hard, and you had barely done anything, which made you both incredibly relieved and wet. 
“M-mhm…”
When he noticed how your shoulders suddenly dropped and your jaw unclenched, he too felt all his muscles loosen up and a held back sigh escaped him. 
“You did that baby, made me so hard. Because you’re so sexy, and beautiful and hot-”
“Okay okay, I get it.” Your attempt at shutting him up was to lean down for a kiss, but he just continued to ramble and mumble onto your lips, and you realized you shouldn’t keep him waiting much longer. 
“Can I take these off?” You asked, your voice quiet as it spilled onto his lips while your fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers. 
“Yes, f-fuck, please.”
Before you could even have the chance though, he was ripping them off himself, so you instead took the opportunity to take your panties off, leaving you both fully naked.
“How- How do you want me?”
His question barely registered with you as his dick entered your line of sight. You had seen each other naked a few times, sure, but only for short moments while changing clothes or walking in on the other showering. Now his dick was so up close you could see every vein, every drop of precum leaking down his shaft, and you hadn’t even noticed you were practically laying on your stomach, crosseyed and nearly drooling at the sight. 
“Don’t look at it like that.” 
His voice snapped you out of your cockdrunk trance and you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from his cock. 
“I’m just admiring it.”
“Yeah, I can tell, but please don’t look at it like that for much longer, or I’ll actually cum untouched.”
You giggled lowly before crawling further up his body again. Your noses were touching and his heavy breaths tickled your lips as your hand dragged over his nipples, down his abs until it reached his cock. 
“That’d be so hot”, you whispered. Your boyfriend let out a breathy whimper in return, one you so badly wanted to hear again, so you wrapped your fingers tightly around his cock, squeezing until he was throbbing so hard you could have been convinced it was his heartbeat going straight into his dick. 
“You like the sound of that? I could touch myself in front of you, have you tied to the bed so you can’t touch me yourself, see how long you’ll last…”
He was already close. Embarrassingly close, but what was he supposed to do? For weeks before you asked him out he would simply think of something gross, like Vernons three week old laundry or the floor in the subway, whenever he accidentally popped a boner around you. But now, that was actually impossible. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel anything but you everywhere, in every corner of his mind. 
“Please, I’m so close…” The way your hand alternated between squeezing him at the base and going up and down in a fast motion, was making him dizzy. 
“I know, I know. You’ll get what you want”, your hand let go of his cock, as you resumed your position from a few moments ago, straddling him, but now with no layers of fabric between you. Your pussy radiated actual heat, and occasionally a drop of your wetness would fall onto his abs and trickle down towards his v-line, and if he didn’t get your pussy around him now he would probably faint. 
“Remind me what it is you want again?” 
This wasn’t your usual teasing. Even though your words were bratty as always, they were now laced with something different, something loving. You were smiling adoringly and your eyes were sparkling, and even though you were being so cruel, you were still so doting. 
“I Want…Want your pussy. Need it.”
You rewarded his answer with a quick kiss, before lining your entrance up with his cock and sinking down slowly. Seungkwans facial expression twisted into one of pleasure and he was muttering profanities into the air. 
“Feel okay?”
He felt more than okay. He had never felt better, but if you began to move even a single inch, he would cum, and he didn’t wanna be that guy. 
“Yeah- Yeah I’m fine just, fuck, give me a second…”
“Hm? But I thought this was what you wanted?”
Seungkwan knew you weren’t actually denying his request. You weren’t moving, and you wouldn’t unless he wanted you to. You were testing him. You had a goal, and once you went for something, there was no way Seungkwan could convince you otherwise. 
“I do! I do, I just don’t wanna-”
“But I do.” 
Your hips began to swivel back and forth on top of him. The subtle movement would have been barely noticeable had he not been so sensitive. 
“You can cum Seungkwan, it’s okay. I want it.”
When he didn’t argue further, when he looked at you with pleading eyes, you kept going, escalating the speed of your hips more and more, until your boyfriend was a wonderful mess underneath you, writhing and moaning desperately. 
“Cum for me, Seungkwan.”
Your words were the last tug pulling at the knot in his stomach. He was releasing inside of you, coating your walls in white and tensing every muscle in his body. It was only after the fact he got to see it, his eyes struggling to open from how tight they were shut, and once they landed on his cum dripping down your plush thighs onto his stomach it was as if the high just kept running through him. 
“Should I- Can I try to eat you out? Can you show me how?”
You hadn’t had expectations of cumming tonight. This was about him. That being said, you were hardly surprised that he wanted to return the favor, selfless as always.  
Your mind wandered to just a few moments ago, when you were so worried about ruining this moment. About making him uncomfortable, or doing something wrong, or not living up to his expectations. Now you were realizing that this hadn’t been about expectations at all. It had been about trust. Seungkwan trusted you enough to be his first. To show him how. 
And there was nothing more sexy than being trusted.
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Rewrite Ideas for Lila Rossi
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I know there’s been a lot of criticism about Lila’s lies and how Marinette’s friends and other people trust Lila’s word over hers, especially Alya her best friend and journalist. What if Lila wasn’t just more careful with her lies(telling more believable lies with fake proof or atleast have benefit of the doubt, more cautious about threats and frame ups), but instead of telling negative lies about someone people should know better about, she instead uses already known truths against them. Does still manipulate certain things but also make those are unto her or see as a threat, dig their own graves, expose their own issues.  Ex, Like how Lila made Aya think the issue was just Marinette having a crush on Adrien and being jealous.
I think it would’ve worked more if Lila actually played into this more. Not just using Marinette’s crush on Adrien but her and the other’s biggest flaws(overthinking things, insecurity, digging herself deeper into her problems, etc) Using their issues and past mistakes to manipulate things in her benefit or atleast make people consider past issues that would make people have to also consider.
Marinette if she decided to just come out and say why she doesn’t trust Lila when she comes back as a new classmate, similar to when she talked to Alya and Nino.
Lila-I really dont get where all this skepticism’s coming from. I was only here one day and I don’t think we even got to meet, let alone talk, so how could you know anything I did-
Marinette-BECAUSE I FOLLOWED YOU!
Class-What!?
Lila-I’m sorry, what?😈
Marinette-I said I…oh boy. Realizes how bad that sounds and can’t really tell them the stuff she’d have to known as Ladybug.
Adrien-Wait I don’t get it, why follow us?
Class knowing Marinette’s huge crush on Adrien and the crazy things she has done involving him-…nervous coughs.
Ayla who also knows this and who Marinette told she was gonna follow them-Oh boy.
Later
Ayla-Listen Lila I’m really sorry, I should’ve stopped her. Are you gonna bring this up with the teachers?
Lila- Hey, don’t worry about it. I mean you’re her friend, not her mom, it’s not your responsibility to watch what she’s up to. I’m just happy this was simply because she likes Adrien and not because she really thinks I’m some “evil manipulative mastermind”, this doesn’t feel like anything I need to involve a teacher with, not like anyone got really hurt. I’ll be honest I have a problem sometimes being fully honest, I may exaggerate or tell a few white lies just simply to fit in, I’m not trying to hurt anyone. But seriously, we've only hung out like only a few times, he really is just a friend to me at this point. I’m sorry for all the trouble.
Alya- Don’t worry about it, honestly this isn’t really ur fault.
Lila-Well thanks and seriously, this isn’t really your fault either. Alya- Thank you. Still, maybe I should’ve been more concerned.
Lila- I mean these things happen, We’re teens, sometimes we might let our hormones get the better of us but I doubt this stuff happen all the time, she seems like a good person. Besides if she did do something that really crossed the line, as her best friend, I’m sure you def would call her out or atleast make it clear u don’t support it, right?
Ayla-…
Lila-Do you think I should talk to Marinette?
Alya- No, no don’t worry about that. Maybe I should though.
Lila-Yeah, I’m sure you’re right. she’d probably listen better to a friend anyway 😈
and doesn’t just do this kinda stuff with Marinette but can pit the whole class against eachother If she plays the cards right, full on Mean Girls Watch The World Burn🔥🔥🔥. All while, looking completely inconspicuous and whatever she could’ve done would be seen as simply indirect or unintentional and certainly no way she could’ve known it would lead to such an outcome…right?
Lila-As such a great designer Marinette, I’d figure you’d understand that rather try to make something completely new, better to make the best out of the materials you already have! And there is just so much to work with, especially with you😈
And rather Marinette not trying to expose her because of Adrien's advice but rather her own self doubt. “What if I really am just jealous and overthinking this whole thing”, “I technically was in the wrong first for following them, granted I had to for the book but I didn’t know that at first”, “what if I make things worse and Alya…won’t be my friend anymore”…”she’s probably right, maybe Lila’s just harmless and it really is all in my head”…”maybe it is just me”.
I just like antagonists who make the protagonists consider their own moral character and actions, if they’re really as good as they think they are. Even if they’re manipulative liars who are trying to be dishonest, there’s always that certain part of what they say that can’t be fully brushed off as entirely wrong, sometimes even being the ones to call out the protagonists’s less moral actions and mistakes.  And I think Lila could’ve really had that sort of potential with Marinette. For better or for worse, her impact could make Marinette reflect on herself.
Lila-You’re the type of person who sees themselves as the hero in their own story and that everything you do is right, but truth is you can just as easily be the villain! You think my lies are bad? Half of what I say is just calling you out on your own mistakes. You just can’t handle the TRUTH!😈
what do u think? How’d u wanna rewrite Lila? I’d love to know💖
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sketchquill · 5 months
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Hallo! I was wondering how the wizzard of Oz wally or the gang would react of y/n going through a break up?
(I'm going through one rn 😪) (But if you can answer this, thank u!)
Oh no! I’m sorry sorry to hear that you’re going through one, that’s so awful! I hope you feel a lot better soon 🫶💕✨
I’m not sure how to write this considering I’ve never been through a break up ((then again I’ve never actually dated anyone imma single pringle lmao 😂)) so I’m sorry in advanced if this turns out bad🙏
Wally:
When Wally sees Y/N crying Wally quickly goes running up to them softly saying “No, no, no please don’t cry.” And he’ll try wipe away their tears, he asks Y/N what happened which only caused Y/N to start crying more so Wally asks them if they want a hug.
Like OG he’ll go limp in their arms when Y/N hugs him and he’ll let them hold him as long as they like. Although they might find holding Wally a tiny bit uncomfortable but that’s mostly because of the pieces of straw poking out of him but that still doesn’t stop Y/N from hugging him and appreciates his comfort.
Also after listening to Y/N explain what happened to cause the break up Wally then says “Well, your Ex must not have a brain if they wanted to break up with someone as wonderful as you.”
Frank:
“Look I may not have a heart but I’m not heartless.”
At first Frank doesn’t know what to do to comfort Y/N but listen the guy tries ok? He really tries that’s what’s most important! He’ll awkwardly hug Y/N and pats them on the back trying to be as reassuring as possible.
This is one of those moments he wishes he wasn’t made of tin cause at least his hugs wouldn’t be hard and cold. He tries to offer Y/N the best advice he can and he’ll hold them close and lets them cry. Frank also poorly attempts to make a joke about if Y/N keeps crying they’ll make him rust which does admittedly makes Y/N laugh a bit.
Y/N may or may not happen to find Frank sharpening his axe later
Sally:
In the Wizard of Oz AU, Sally is quite afraid of most things however when she sees and hears how upset Y/N is over the break up she immediately forgets her fear and wants to go confront Y/N’s Ex for breaking their heart. The only reason she doesn’t though is because Y/N need her more right now. She’ll do everything in her power to take Y/N mind off of their Ex to the point where she’ll let Y/N braid her mane and put flowers in it.
Barnaby:
Barnaby has known Y/N ever since they were a kid and he will tell Y/N every joke he knows to cheer them up and make them laugh “Hey kid, Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Trust me he’ll keep going until they crack a smile then proceeds to give them the biggest and warmest bear hug of their life and tries reassuring them that it’s hard now but he swears that everything’s going to be okay.
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Hi guys! Got an anon ask with some triggers, so I'm copying it here so I can put a 'read more.'
TW: ED, SH
Here's the original ask:
hey Cas!
hru today? <3
I rlly don’t wanna bother u but I just need some advice bc I’m in a pretty tricky situation and I don’t know who I couldn’t turn to who wouldn’t then tell OTHER people (adults etc)
also a TW b4 anyone reads further: ED (not me but a a friend) and generally bad mental health (including sh and sui)
Basically I have this friend (one of my best friends) who’s struggled with really bad mental health and attempted in the past (we weren’t friends during this time but they’ve shared it with me) they have told me they no longer sh but I’m not entirely sure if I believe him on that but I guess there’s nothing to do except just take their word for it and they are definitely doing better than they were before (about a year or two ago)
thing is this friend does still have a (pretty bad I think) ED (specifically I think they have anorexia but I’m really not sure because I don’t know that much about EDs. I’ve tried to do some research but it’s actually incredibly hard to find any info about them especially in terms of ways to emotionally show support. In a medical sense they always seemed to be talked about like minor things(?) idk it’s hard to explain but often times I’ve been reading actual factual medical stuff and just been disgusted at the ways it’s discussed, like they try so hard to describe it from a technical viewpoint that they essentially the entire mental health aspect of it which kind of demeans the whole thing bc EDs ARE a mental health disorder)
sorry went on a little side rant there but basically I’ve tried to find stuff out but it’s really hard to learn about the mental health aspect and even harder to find stuff out about how to HELP someone through an ED
I’ve even resorted to looking thru some more unsavoury places for info (including anablr), I know these types of places encourage EDs and I am actually not a person who really loves their body very much but I do think I’m in a strong enough place emotionally to do this (and so far I’ve been correct, I’m unaffected) because I just wanted some actual insight on what it’s like
the problem with my friend is that she’s ALREADY in therapy. Her parents put her in it when they found out about her vaping habit but they just lie all the time (she tells me about it) because they have like serious trust issues due to past trauma and I’m gonna be honest, I 100% believe therapy is a good thing but sadly it is also entirely useless if the person doesn’t make any effort to get better
all I can do in that aspect of it is hope the therapy is going better than the jokes he makes about it or that eventually she will feel comfortable enough to share and process her issues
in terms of the ED what im really lost with is how to help
and don’t get me wrong, I know you can’t really help a person who doesn’t want to be helped but honestly I’m not giving up on this person I care about that easily. I will NOT be another person in their life who abandons them for being ‘too much’ or ‘too difficult’. I’ve already accepted the fact that I will not be able to help them out of it really (as best as I can at least)
I’ve already taken to carrying gum and mints in my school bag as much as I can (usually I’ll have a pack of both and I just share them with everyone so this person doesn’t actually catch wind that they’re the reason I do as quite often when they skip lunch they do help themselves to a few of my mints or gum pieces but ik if they knew it was for them they’d stop bc she’s just like that)
I just don’t know how else to help emotionally though, I’m one of the only people (I might be the ONLY person at all) that they feel comfortable enough to talk to about these issues and I just think its better that they’re telling someone who cares about them and is trying to help than telling no one at all which seems to be the alternative. The issue is I don’t know how to respond or show support especially because (thank u trust issues and trauma (/s) the window of vulnerability is SMALL (I’m talking a couple of seconds literally) before they’re joking and changing the subject
Also a small (but frankly compared to the rest of this, not very important) detail is that like I previously mentioned I am also not suuuper happy with my body ( I don’t sh really or have an ED in any way shape or form) and sometimes the stuff he says slightly upsets me (just like once I told him about how my mean grandma told me I was fat and had to eat less and he said his grandma forces him to eat more and that my grandma ‘sounds like her wet dream’ - I know this was just a joke obviously but I didn’t rlly love it considering my grandma is a pretty big source of my looks based insecurities)
like I said in no way is it on the same level and obviously I know it’s not coming from a place of malice because this friend also really looks out for my mental health like way more than my other friends tbh (I don’t know if it’s bc they struggled with it or whether they’re the only one who seems to notice I’m the therapist friend haha but they are the FIRST person to ask if anything’s wrong if I’m acting different and I rlly want to stress that because I know that from what I’ve said so far they may have come across as selfish or something but they are actually one of the kindest people ever) that’s especially why I’m worried if I bring anything up about wanting to help with little things or especially anything about not being a fan of little jokes that she’ll just stop talking about it at all in an attempt to make me feel more comfortable)
for context for all of this, I’m 15 (we both are) so still in school and they’re parents absolutely SUCK (in the most non violent way possible I would like to kill them [not actually but I do really hate them and wish them only the worst]) so there’s no emotional support coming from home for him
I don’t really have anyone I can talk to about this in real life because (for privacy reasons) they’ve asked me not to share it with like my other friends and I don’t have the greatest relationship with my parents (they’re not like abusive or neglectful or anything but we just have a lot of differences and just I’ve very much emotionally distanced myself from them)
sorry if this is too much because I do know it’s a really tricky situation and even though all of us sort of deify you, you’re still only one person and if this does make you uncomfortable or upset (not just if it’s triggering I mean just in general if you’re reading this and you don’t feel comfortable) in anyway please don’t force yourself to answer or feel guilty if you don’t because the last thing I’d want to do is put you in that kind of position
Im not sure if ill send in more anons but if I do then ill refer to myself (and you can call me) lacy anon so you know who I am (yes after the song bc i rlly love it haha)
Anyway sending lots and lots of love from the person who does basically look up to you as their adult role model and who I wanna be like when I’m older <3
Hi love! You're not bothering me at all!
So, first, I want to let you know that I am an adult, but when I say this, I hope you don't take it as...condescending, I guess? Because I don't mean it that way at all. I want to be realistic in the fact that these things you are dealing with are VERY grown-up and scary, and you are handling them in a remarkably mature way, but you are still legally fifteen.
This is way too much for a fifteen year old to take on.
You genuinely seem like the most amazing person. The fact that you have done research and carry around things for your friends, all to help them with their ED is frankly restoring my faith in humanity a bit. But I worry that you are placing WAY too much of the responsibility on yourself. I don't mean to be bleak or too blunt, but if god forbid anything ever happened, I would hate for you to blame yourself, and it sounds like you would. Your job is to be this person's friend. Not their therapist or caretaker.
So, here's my advice: I absolutely agree that you should not give up on them! But make sure you have boundaries. It broke my heart to read that you were going to places like anablr just to help- that's not healthy for you! As a friend, especially at your age, your most important job is to make sure your friend doesn't feel alone. And you're doing an amazing job, in my opinion. They seem to be willing to talk to you, and that's a big deal. But, in the best way, you are fifteen, and you don't have to have all the answers! Sometimes, the best way to support someone is to remind them that they are loved and they have someone in their corner. BUT remember that being there for someone doesn't mean you have to sacrifice yourself or your mental health. Say something if a joke makes you uncomfortable. "I love you so much, but that joke makes me feel uncomfortable. Can you maybe not joke like that?" It's okay and healthy to set those boundaries.
Please remember, you are not responsible for this person. You can love them and be there for them and care deeply, but you are responsible for you and your own health. Don't forget you.
My last very gentle suggestion is this: If you ever get to the point that you are so genuinely worried about this friend that you think it is a life-or-death situation, please don't take that on by yourself. I know it is scary, and I know that telling adults mean that there can be ramifications, but remember that if you are genuinely scared, then an adult needs to be there to keep everyone safe. Very bluntly: Trust can be rebuilt but you can't bring people back from some other very permanent decisions.
Again, you are a wonderful person, and a fantastic friend. But remember to take yourself into account and stay safe in all ways. I know this is probably not the advice you want to hear, but I hope maybe you'll consider it.
Sending so much love! <3 <3 <3
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hi mera!! i hope you’re having a lovely day! could i please request a hazbin hotel, chainsaw man, and twisted wonderland matchup if it isn’t too much?
pronouns | she/they
preference | it doesn’t matter!
personality | very shy, but once i’m comfortable with you i become very chaotic! i tend to be mean affectionately when i get comfortable and just say what’s on my mind without much thought cause i know i can trust you. i am the type of the person to tell you if what you’re doing could get you hurt or in trouble in some way. i’m also very big about honesty so it’s rare that i ever tell a lie, especially to people close to me. hence why i want people to be straight up and not lie to me. not very big on people i don’t know well touching me, but if you’re close to me you can hug me if you’d like.
when i’m frustrated or angry, it happens often but it’s never truly that deep. like i’ll be angry but it won’t be for long. i do lash out at people, but it is often not just one thing that caused me to do it, it’s a build of of things over time.
being sad is just the same way, it builds up over time until it boils over. i cry a lot when i’m sad, same with when i’m angry, because i don’t know where to let out my emotions.
appearance | my hair color changes often, but right now it’s blue and purple! my hair cut is a wolf cut with bangs! i’m very pale with pale blue eyes and i’m about “5’3” to “5’4” in height! my style is grunge or alt, but i like to keep it simple! so just cargo pants, a plain t-shirt, and some high tops and jacket will do!
hobbies | archery, writing, reading, drawing, collecting, gaming
likes | 80s music, vampiric aesthetics, victorian fashion, cats
dislikes | bugs, spiders, thunder, loud noises, arguing
lil extras | istp | pisces
i’m a very all over the place person so i hope this is okay! thank you! <3
HI HUN!!! IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. IM TRYING 😭🩷
I’ve decided to pair you with…. CHARLIE, DENJI & MALLEUS
Pretty wide variety… i know!
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She LOVES your personality once you start to become comfortable.
She loves to be chaotic with you. Shes just a chaotic energy in total.
She’d love if you kept her AND other people out of trouble! Thats why she loves you so much :)
Shes also huge about honesty. Did you see what happened with vaggie!
She understands boundaries. Although she’s probably huge on touch, I feel like she wouldn’t do anything unless you initiated it.
When you lash out, she tries to help you not bottling up your emotions, and talking to her anytime something happened, she’ll love to hear whats going on.
She loves your outfits and your hair!! She thinks its super unique, and would say “opposites attract”
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DENJI
Chaotic trio w power!!
If you playfully are mean to him he’ll do the same. I also think he’d try to bite you as a joke. Like chomp chomp.
Hes HUGE on honesty. Like what happened with makima…? Yikes..
Please help him stay out of trouble. He’s always doing something hella nuts or putting himself in danger. Although most of the times he prob won’t listen, he might!!
I think he might be a little annoying, so it’ll make you get angry, but if you talked about it to him.. 100% he’ll try to fix it!
Loves how u look. Honestly probably fell for you bc of it!!
He would probably game with you. And he’d enjoy it so much and be like.. “could you teach me…”
Teach him all your hobbies. PLEASE. HE’D LOVE TO DO IT ALL. He’ll suck butt at drawing and painting but please. It’d be so fun.
He’ll kill all the bugs for you <3
I honestly think at first he’d be scared of thunder, but he’d start to like it, and help you!!
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MALLEUS
Definitely found out abt you thru Lilia. Lilia approached you cus of your style and was like… we need to be bsfs.
He’s also pretty quiet, but when you get comfortable around him, he’d LOVE how chaotic you are.
I think he HATES when people are too uptight. And will look to you for a break!!
Malleus might be a frustrating partner since he seems closed off, but i promise its just cause he doesn’t have friends and he needs to learn :(
He’d be so happy to find out the reason you were shy at first is bc you’re awkward and you aren’t scared of him like everyone else.
He’d be fine with whatever you did to him. Honestly if you lash out at him, he’d be a little taken aback but he’d let you let all your emotions out, and try to help you through it all.
I also think he’d suck at art. At first. I think he’d pick it up super quickly. He’s pretty good at everything.
I think at first he’d also suck at comforting but after a while he’d be super great at it.
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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3
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