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etheries1015 · 5 months

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The Twisted Wonderland orange peel theory

The orange peel theory: A theory in which one requests their significant other to peel an orange for them. If they say yes, then it means they are willing to do small tasks for their lover. If they say no, it may suggest they are less willing to offer support, the theory says.

featuring: Lilia, Malleus, Trey, Rook, Vil, Leona, Ruggie, Ace, Deuce, Riddle, Jade, Floyd

Sitting around in the presence of your beloved whilst holding an orange, you glance at him contemplating something. You decided to put him to the test! Will he pass?

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader. Also if you don't like oranges/are allergic to them, just imagine something else! <3

TW: None! Just fluff <3

Lilia

Your fae lover sat at his computer playing away at his video game while you lay upon his bed fiddling with an orange in hand. You glanced over at him, turning around to lay on your stomach and holding out the orange.

"Lilia, love?" You asked.

"Yes, darling?" He replied, eyes glued to his screen

"Will you peel this orange for me please?" He paused his movements and turned his head to look at you with a carefree smile upon his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed the orange out of your hand and began peeling away at the skin and discard it in the garbage that sat next to his gaming desk. You giggled slightly and thanked him with a kiss against his cheek, Lilia removing himself from his computer and engulfing you in a hug tackling you to the bed.

"If you wanted my attention, surely you could have found something more creative than peeling an orange, my little bat~"

verdict: Pass! He had the wrong idea of your intentions, but he still won.

Malleus

"Malleus," You asked the tall male, interrupting his focus in crafting the gargoyle he had been paying attention to, holding out the orange in your hand.

"Yes?" He asked, averting his attention from his craft to attentively look at you. He glanced at the orange and flicked his eyes back to yours, tilting his head in confusion.

"Will you peel this for me, please?" Malleus had furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly- a frown upon his lips as he studied the fruit.

"Are you struggling with peeling it by yourself?" He asked in genuine concern, grasping your hands to study them, "Are you experiencing any pain that is hindering your skills?" You giggled at his strangely focused pout while analyzing your hands, it wasn't even a moment later before he used his magic to lift the orange, peel it, and even take apart each of the slices before grabbing it with his hands and holding one to your mouth.

"Here, I shall feed you. No need to further strain your hands, dearest."

Verdict: Pass...? he has the spirit!!

Trey

The moment you were studying the orange dubiously with an interesting look of focus immediately caught his attention. You didn't even have to ask Trey before he was asking for you!

"Would you like me to peel that for you? You've been staring at it for a while," He chuckled. You smiled up at him and held out the orange with enthusiasm and a nod. He took it gracefully and peeled it perfectly, handing it back and throwing away the peels for you.

"You're the sweetest," You smiled whilst popping a slice into your mouth, Trey responding with a bashful smile and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"There's no need for that...you just seemed deep in thought, so it was more or less an excuse to bring that up. Is something on your mind? You can talk to me about anything."

Verdict: Pass with flying colors!

Rook

"Rooook!" You called out holding an orange to the sky, "Can you peel this orange for me, please!? I don't want my hands to smell like oranges!" You seemed to be calling out into the woods at nothing, but in reality you were sitting against a tree waiting for Rook to finish hunting. You decided to put his loyalty to the test. You heard rustling around before an arrow zoomed past the top of your head, piercing the orange out of your hand and hitting the tree.

Your jaw slacked open, mortified.

You trusted Rook with your life, yes, but he likes to test this sometimes.

"If that is what your heart desires, of course I shall peel this orange for you, my beloved!" He skipped over and took the orange off of the tip of the arrow and began to peel away at it. You stared at him in horror.

"...Rook."

"oui?" An innocent smile as he worked away at the...now miss-shapen fruit.

"Go get me a new orange."

Verdict: ...Questionable pass..? He went and got you a new orange, and peeled it properly for you.

Vil

"Can you peel this for me?" Vil glanced over with furrowed eyebrows and a frown upon his perfect features.

"Why do you require my assistance in peeling an orange? Are you unable to do it yourself?" The question was valid and innocent enough, but you were determined to go through with this challenge.

"Just do it, please?" You gave him puppy eyes, "I don't want to get the peeling under my nails." An excuse you felt he would be able to understand, surely!

"And you believe I do?" He retorted.

Touché...

You flashed him a pout, and he caved. Vil sighed and held out his hand for you to place the orange, slowly and with care removing it's peel. You gave him a bright smile and a little giggle, for you knew he always caves eventually when it comes to you. He loves that part of you though, how you seem to always brighten up at the smallest of things. It's a part of your charm.

"What are you giggling about? It's just an orange, silly potato. You get excited over the most random of things..."

Verdict: Pass with some push

Leona

"No." He was pretty immediate to reject your question. You began to whine and pester him.

"Leona! Please? Will you do just this little thing for me?" You gave him puppy eyes, to which he sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes.

"Why can't you do it yourself?"

"Because I want you to do it."

"That's not an answer."

"Why do I need to have a reason?"

"You woke me up from my nap to peel an orange."

"And?"

He turned around to fall back asleep, you responded with shaking his body and complaining to your lover. Leona turned his body and used his strong arms to pull you into his chest.

"Stop your whining and take a nap with me, herbivore. The orange can wait."

Verdict: Fail...? but in a weird way. You get it?

Ruggie

"Eh?" Ruggie looked up at you with wide eyes, "Peel an orange? Why?" You pouted at the brown haired heyena and placed your free hand upon your hips.

"Because you're my boyfriend, and i'm asking you oh-so-nicely..." He shrugged and took the orange, peeling it.

And then, when you thought he was being extra nice to you and peeling away the slices for you to eat, he took half of the orange and popped it into his mouth. Much to your dismay.

"My orange!!" You complained. Ruggie handed you the other half and laughed.

"What? There's always a price for labor, even if it's just an orange! Besides, you're my s/o, and I wanted it oh-so-bad...sharing is caring, right?"

Verdict: Pass...and you made him go get you another orange. In which he also ate half of before it got to you.

Ace

"Peel this for me," You said in the middle of watching a movie, holding out the orange. Ace eyed it dubiously before looking back up at you.

"Eh? Why can't you do it yourself?" He whined, "I don't wanna smell like oranges."

"Ace, please? for me?" He gave you a deadpan stare and you spent a solid minute just looking at each other in a silent battle. He then sighed loudly and obviously theatrically, snatching the orange away from you and peeling it (not without some attitude.)

"I don't get it...I've seen you peel oranges so many times. I don't think you actually care about smelling like oranges, somethin' else is definitely going on here!"

Verdict: Lowkey failed, but that's okay. Eventually, it worked!

Deuce

"Deuce, can you peel this for me, please?" You asked the blue eyed male, offering up the orange.

Deuce was pretty fast to jump to the opportunity to peel it for you. He likes when you can depend on him on such tasks that are seemingly mundane, it makes him feel important, that you trust him. Even though it isn't that deep. Grabbing the orange and peeling it with eagerness, you smiled fondly at him.

"Here you go!" He said proudly, handing you a...messily peeled orange. It wasn't very pretty, you could see parts of the orange where he managed to either miss some of the peel or scraped some of the main part with his nail by mistake. But that didn't matter to you.

"Sorry it isn't the best...I should practice peeling oranges so it's perfect next time. Huh? You were just testing me? Don't worry, i'll do anything you ask of me! It's important to work as a team, so you won't have to worry about doing tasks by yourself!"

Verdict: Pass, he's a little angel

Riddle

"Riddle," You said taking him away from his studies, "Will you peel this orange for me?" The red head set down his pen and looked over at you and then the orange, holding out his hand for you to give to him right away.

"Of course. Hand it here." You gladly gave him the orange and he peeled it perfectly, cleanly, and discarding the peels right away and standing up to wash his hands.

"I don't mind doing such things upon your request. It's a healthy snack too, much better than the chips and other things I see Ace and Deuce sneak around...hm? No, I don't mind if you eat your orange while we study. Now... where were we?."

Verdict: passed with flying colors (Already knew about this theory beforehand, but wouldn't let you in on that!)

Jade

It was pretty simple, you handed the orange while he was reading something, and he peeled it without you even asking. He peeled it while reading, handed it back to you, although handing you the peels to throw away yourself. You smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek, Jade chuckling in response.

"Were you testing me with the orange peel theory? What, are you surprised I know of it's existence? I actually anticipated you would attempt it at some point. I see some of the things you like to look up. How do I know what you search online? ...hehe. That's a secret."

Verdict: Pass! ...with a few extra questionable things!

Floyd

"Haahhh?" He looked at you with his signature look of annoyance and dismay. "What'dya mean you can't peel an orange? I don't wanna either," He whined, going back to...whatever weird thing he gets up to in his free time.

"Floydddd," You pouted, "Please? for me?" He looked at you, then the orange. Then you, then the orange. This went on for a minute.

"Fine. I'll go ask Jade." You fled the scene before you could reap the consequences of your statement, hearing his loud protests from afar and the sound of scrambling to catch up to you...

Verdict: Fail. Big big fail. Sorry Floyd lovers.

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awfcspencer · 2 months

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Finals Week or Final Week? || ingrid engen x mapi león x reader

prompt: Ingrid has an idea to help you study, Mapi is along for the ride

warnings: mdni 18+ smut, fingering, orgasm denial, praise, oral, established relationship

Finals week, hell week, or otherwise known as genuinely the worst week possible for any university student. Finals week not only stripped you of any free time you had, but it also made you question every single life decision you had made up until this point. In other words, finals week was pure humiliation and incredibly humbling, knowing the information was no longer “common knowledge” and it actually required studying, much to your disappointment. Was it finals week or your final week, only time would tell.

Two essays, three exams, and two projects were on your to-do list for the upcoming week and you felt yourself tempted to take the pen you’d been using to take notes and shove it so far into your skull that you would never have to do homework ever again. It probably would have helped if you’d spent the time in class actually paying attention, asking questions, or maybe even taking notes, but no, instead you occupied your time by mindlessly scrolling on your phone and playing mini games on your computer. Either way, the damage had been done and here you were trying to cram a whole semester of learning into just one night.

Tonight’s objective was studying for your major chemistry exam that was worth 60% of your final grade in nearly just 12 hours. You hadn’t even realized you’d spent 20 minutes rereading the same paragraph over and over, the words on the page still not clicking in your brain. To make matters worse, once you looked away from the textbook, the words completely vanished from your mind immediately.

You’d thought about crying, giving up, and throwing your computer and textbook off the balcony and then yourself next nearly every 15 or so minutes, but each time you almost stopped, a little voice in your head reminded you just how smart you were and how you could do this, the voice belonged to your Norwegian girlfriend who had repeated the sentences several times throughout the dreaded week to you.

You’d made little to no progress and your impending demise was on the horizon, but still you continued to study, hoping for either a miracle by the grace of God himself in the morning or for a car to hit you on your walk to class rendering you unable to take the exam, either option seemed fine at the moment.

You’d already made Ingrid promise to not let the Spaniard into the makeshift office in the guest room you’d been studying in when finals week started, knowing you would get absolutely nothing accomplished with the defender in your presence, and right now you needed complete silence, something the tattooed defender was physically incapable of doing even for any longer than a mere 2 minutes.

You’d heard a soft knock of the door and you shouted come in, knowing it was the Norwegian because Mapi would never politely knock before entering a room. You’d made no effort to peel your eyes from your computer screen that showed a video of your professor explaining how to balance equations, a portion of the study guide you had been completely struggling with.

“How is it going?” Ingrid whisperingly asked into your ear from behind you, her strong hands found your tense shoulders, kneading and massaging the skin, peering her eyes to stare at the mess you’d made on the desk with crumbled up pieces of paper and highlighters scattered across the table haphazardly.

“Oh yeah super good, at this rate I’ll have everything learned by next year.” You told her sarcastically, pointing to the large stack of flashcards that you hadn’t even made a dent in. You’d spent more time trying to make the cute little flashcards with various terms and definitions that you hadn’t even really been studying, focusing instead on drawing little side pictures to go alongside the cards.

“Try two years,” you heard your other girlfriend yell from the living room.

“Oh screw you León. I’d like to see you try to balance equations.” You yelled back in retaliation.

“Don’t pay her any mind.” Your girlfriend told you, “Dinner’s ready, want to come eat? Take a small break?”

“I can’t. I need to study. I have to pass this exam.”

You didn’t have time to eat, you didn’t have time to do anything that wasn’t stare at your computer screen and recite periodic table elements back to the technology as if it were a study buddy.

You were a good student, at least you had been in high school, never missing a single day of class and turning in all of your assignments on time, getting good grades throughout the four years. But college was different, once you’d skipped one class, it made it easier to skip them all, somewhere along the way you’d fallen into the trap and perhaps skipped a few too many classes, and now here you were paying the consequences.

It was either study until your eyes fall out and hope by some saving grace you pass the class or retake the course again next year, and you really did not want to have to subject yourself to another grueling year of boring chemistry. It was now or never.

Ingrid didn’t reply, instead pecking a small kiss to the side of your cheek, bidding you good luck and reminding you that if you changed your mind her and Mapi will be eating at the table. You’d sent her a firm nod in response and refocused your attention to your studies.

“She’s not coming?” Mapi asked when Ingrid returned to the kitchen without you by her side.

She shook her head, a small frown cemented on her face as she prepared the plates. “I’m worried about her, she’s been cooped up in that room for long hours all week.”

Mapi nodded and recalled your very late arrival in bed each night this week and her mouth formed a similar frown that Ingrid’s face had. She remembered how you’d had your nose shoved in a book nearly every day, waving off every attempt the brunette had made to sidetrack you once she returned home from training, trailing to the guest room not much longer after the two footballers arrived back.

When Mapi looked at Ingrid, she looked really lost in thought, so Mapi also pretended to be brainstorming ideas on how to help, but in all actuality, she was daydreaming of how she was going to tease Alexia the next morning at training.

“I’ve got an idea.” The Norwegian said drawing Mapi out of her trance, “But I’ll need your help.”

“Yeah of course, anything for princesa. What are we doing to do?” Mapi asked jumping to her feet and silently clapping her hands, she didn’t like watching you run yourself dry nearly every single day, it hurt her heart, so she was eager to help make you feel better in any way she could.

“Can you be a good girl for me María? Can you be a good girl and help out our stressed kjæreste?”

The honorific and full name sent chills down the defender’s spine immediately, her body quickly becoming rigid and her eyes widened, completely focused on Ingrid. Mapi noticed her large, mischievous smirk and wondered what Ingrid possibly had in mind.

“I can be a good girl, I can.” She pleaded, although she still wasn’t quite sure what Ingrid’s great solution was, but she could already tell she was going to enjoy it as anticipation bubbled in her stomach.

If you’d been present during the conversation, you would have endlessly teased the older girl for her quick submissiveness to the Norwegian. Poking fun at the fact that she liked to act big and bad, but both you and Mapi knew who really wore the pants in the relationship, and Ingrid would always be there to give either of you a quick reminder if you’d forgotten. You usually fell somewhere in between bratty and submissive, it was a line you liked to tetter on often depending on the day.

Ingrid dragged Mapi in for a searing kiss, nipping at her bottom lip a bit before pulling apart and saying, “Good girl, why don’t you go get elskling a bit more relaxed, yeah?”

Mapi nodded frantically before shuffling towards the guest room where you were still located studying. She opened the door and saw you hunched over your computer, taking notes with one hand and running the other through your hair, clearly stressed over whatever subject you were currently studying.

She ushered herself over to you, closing your computer in one quick motion and forced herself into your lap, immediately attaching her lips to yours. You’d met her lips eagerly, letting out a small moan when the defender bit your lip, and then you remembered what you were doing before your girlfriend interrupted you.

“Maps seriously get off, I need to study.” You told the older girl, trying your best to shove her off your lap. Once you managed to get her stronger build off of you, you returned to your notes with a loud huff.

She instead picked you up in a bicep curl motion and threw you as if you were weightless onto the bed. You didn’t even have time to react before Mapi reconnected your lips in a passionate, hungry kiss, her fingers curiously grazing the skin under your sweatshirt.

“Come on mi amor, you’ve been working all day. Let me help you relax a little bit.” She cooed.

It didn’t necessarily seem like a terrible idea when you thought about it, you’d made real progress after you located a quizlet that nearly had every answer you were searching for in the textbook and you were almost finished with the study guide.

Before you had time to disagree, she licked and sucked at your neck, leaving a trail of little pinkish marks all the way down to your collarbone. Mapi’s large hands helped you discard your sweatshirt and bra from your body in one swift motion and you pulled the defender by her chin and brought her lips to your nipples, she takes each into her mouth, sucking and circling her tongue, making you yelp with a little pressure from her teeth.

“You needy little thing, I adore you.” Mapi purred when high, desperate moans left your mouth as she snuck a hand down under your underwear and felt how soaked you were already. Your back arches as she runs her hands over your skin, you can feel your pulse racing as she sinks into you a sensitive spot on your chest, leaving marks you know you’ll have to hide tomorrow.

You saw Ingrid enter the room out of the corner of your eye and she immediately called for Mapi to come to her. You watched as she undressed the Spaniard painfully slow in front of you, whispering to each other sentences that you weren’t quite able to pick up on.

The aching desire between your thighs grew as you watched your girlfriends begin to make out, their hands wrapped around each other’s waists pulling themselves closer to one another, “Hello? Aren’t I supposed to be the one relaxing?” you asked.

The two of them shared another hushed whisper and then Mapi returned between your thighs, pulling off your underwear. She begins by kissing your inner thighs and rubbing her large hands up and down your quads, slowly tracing her fingers along your body everywhere except where you need her most.

Ingrid takes a seat on the desk chair that you previously occupied, fiddling with the buttons on her blouse and escaping her bottom layer. She watches the two of you on the guest bed intently, her fingers now curiously roaming her own body.

You lean back more into the pillows behind you, lips searching for a kiss. Mapi meets them and she takes the opportunity to slide her hand over your cunt, ghosting her pads of her fingers over your clit and eventually toying with the sensitive bud. You can see the devilish smile on her face at the fact that you’re already swollen and puffy.

“Don’t be a tease María.” Ingrid called out, forcing you to look over at her, she sat now naked, running her finger through her own fold, letting out pornographic moans that were music to your ears.

Mapi’s middle finger slips through a flood of wetness and slides inside you. She rubs little circles on your clit with her thumb as she traps you in another intoxicating kiss.

“Feels so good, right, mi amor?” She asks you when she picks up her pace, you vigorously nod in response, not being able to form a verbal one.

Your attention shifted between watching Mapi slam into you and watching Ingrid slam into herself, each was a deliciously erotic sight, getting you closer to the edge.

Ingrid then speaks up, “Elskling, what is atomic mass?”

You thought you were hearing the voice of your chemistry professor in your ear until you looked over at your Norwegian girlfriend who held your previously made flashcards in one hand and her fingers buried in cunt with the other. You thought she couldn’t be serious so you focused your attention back on the Spaniard.

“Stop María.” Ingrid said as Mapi slowed down her pace and pulled out of you, which had you clutching and clawing at her to keep her close but she leaves you empty. You desperately moan at the absent feeling, clenching and throbbing around nothing.

“Ingrid you cannot be serious.” You looked up at Mapi and her eyes were solely focused on what Ingrid was telling her to do, the damn defenders submissiveness was comical if you weren’t desperate and needy at the moment.

“Don’t make me ask again. What is atomic mass? Get the question correct and Mapi can continue.”

“It is the total mass of protons and neutrons in an atom.” You huffed, sending Ingrid a slightly annoyed glance.

“Good girl, go ahead María.”

At lightening quick response, Mapi plunged her fingers back into you, curling her fingertips against your walls. Ingrid leaves her spot on the chair and lies to the left of you on the bed, her hands now toying with your perked nipples.

“And how about atomic number?” She asked.

You now understood that if you didn’t answer the question, Ingrid would tell Mapi to stop, and you could feel the splintering release in your stomach so you continued to answer Ingrid’s questions the best you could.

“Number of protons…” you started until a high-pitched moan let you mouth when Mapi attached her tongue to your already sensitive bud.

“Keep going or I am sure you understand the consequences.” The Norwegian teased while rolling your left nipple with her fingers.

“The number of protons in the nucleus of an atom.” You finished.

“Good girl, my smart, good, pretty girl.” She purred.

This back-and-forth little quiz went on for a few more questions, until you had nearly aced all of the flashcards and both girls could tell by your ragged, uneven breaths and the jerking of your hips that you were deathly close.

“María.” Ingrid said immediately grabbing the defenders attention, “Why don’t you help our smart girl out and let her finish. Our smart girl deserves an award.”

Mapi nodded and picked up her pace to an unrelenting tempo. Ingrid attacked your chest, running her tongue over your rock-hard nipples and leaving similar dark marks like the ones Mapi initially left, nipping and biting at the flesh.

It didn’t take long for your muscles to tighten around Mapi’s digits inside you, the shockwaves of a well-deserved orgasm running through your body. Mapi and Ingrid coaxed you through, uttering remarks of how proud and smart you were that only increased the explosions in your body.

Once Mapi helped you ride through your high, she fell onto the right side of the bed, leaving you nestled between your two girlfriends.

“Can we always study like that?” You asked jokingly.

The two laughed and Ingrid spoke, “Whatever our smart kjæreste wants, she gets.”

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vmpiires · 2 months

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﹆₊注意‧₊˚ PAY ATTENTION TO ME, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ your boyfriend has been on the game for the whole day. why not distract him a little? wc, 1.23K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this idea had me giggling and kickin my feet. i’m back from my “break”. and did yall see the eclipse monday? it was mad pretty. also with gamer!choso, he strikes me as a destiny 2/valorant/overwatch player. hope ya enjoy the storyyyy. reblog to support meeee

␥ tags. gamer!choso, reader is getting bored watching choso play, smut, riding him while he plays his game, female anatomy, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

perched on the edge of the bed, you watched as your boyfriend choso raged and fumed at his teammates, their second loss in a single hour driving him to madness. his body was taut and rigid, every muscle coiled with tension as his nimble fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating the character with precision.

you sat there, wishing those hands were on you, exploring every inch of your body instead of his loadout before starting another round. the room was filled with the sound of clicking keys and expletives as if a storm was brewing within the small space.

your gaze remained fixated on the back of choso's head, tracing every strand of his obsidian hair that flowed from his low ponytail and clung to the pale skin of his neck.

the rest of his hair framed his face in a silken curtain, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and cheekbones. you couldn't help but study every minute detail, from the way strands danced in the breeze to the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

the deafening roar of weapons firing and the frustrated mutterings of choso echoed through the air, seeming to last for an eternity before the match finally came to an end.

with a jubilant shout, choso leapt up from his seat, celebrating his team's victory with wild enthusiasm. your nostrils flared in annoyance and your shoulders slumped in disappointment, but then a spark of determination ignited in your mind as an idea popped into your head.

as you rose from the bed, the springs beneath it groaned in protest. choso was engrossed in his favorite game, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he swiftly maneuvered the controls. you straddled him, feeling the creak of his chair as you settled onto his lap.

choso's smile widened as he glanced up at you, then quickly leaned in to kiss your head before returning his attention to the screen. A warm flush spread across your cheeks and your lips couldn't help but curve into a delighted grin.

"choso," you prodded playfully. "you've been playing valorant since we woke up…are you sure there isn't something else you’d rather do, something more fun?" the room was filled with the glow of the computer screen, but all you wanted was some time with your boyfriend and doing something more fun than sitting inside playing video games all day.

choso let out a heavy sigh, his brow furrowing as he spoke. "i know," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of frustration. "but listen, baby, just a couple more games and i'll get off. we can do whatever you want, okay?"

his proposal sounded intriguing, but your impatience was growing with each passing second. without much thought, you agreed to choso's request and soon found yourself removing your shorts. he didn't even notice, too focused on claiming another victory in his game.

you took a moment to study the man before you. his grey joggers were neatly tied in a knot at his waist, emphasizing the noticeable bulge beneath the cloth. your gaze traveled up to meet his intense violet eyes, which sparkled with determination as he focused on the screen in front of him. it was the same look he gave you when he pounded into you after a stressful day, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

with furtive glances around the room, you leaned forward and gently tugged at the strings of his pants, slowly pulling down both his joggers and boxers. despite your efforts to be discreet, you couldn't help but marvel at the thought of being caught. choso seemed completely oblivious, not even paying you any mind.

once his pants were low enough for you to access, you carefully adjusted yourself onto his lap and positioned yourself above his erect shaft. as you made yourself comfortable, you couldn't help but smirk at how unaware he was. how could he not notice someone pulling his pants off or feel your drenched core pressing against him?

your slick coated his length as you dragged it teasingly against him, reveling in the knowledge that anyone would have noticed such blatant actions. but choso remained blissfully unaware, lost in his own thoughts as you took control of the situation.

choso was completely lost in his video game, the bright graphics and music consuming his senses. he barely noticed when you wrapped your arms around his body, pressing yourself closer and grinding against him, small whimpers escaping your lips. it wasn't until he felt your movements become more urgent that he snapped back to reality.

he let out a low groan as he tried to focus on both the game and the pleasure you were giving him. but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to do so. "fuck, couldn't you wait?" he strained, feeling his breath getting heavier as he rolled his hips back against yours. his vision started to blur as the sensations overtook him.

choso bit down on his lower lip, trying to hold onto his control as you moaned in his ear. "you were taking too long," you finally replied, panting slightly. the chair beneath you both creaked under your weight as your hips continued to grind against each other, the room filled with the sounds of the game and your shared desire.

as the game drew to a close, choso struggled to concentrate on finishing as your urgent movements pressed against him. the rhythm of your body, shifting from slow to fast, kept him on edge. your moans and cries drowned out the sounds of the game, overwhelming his senses.

tears glistened in your eyes, reflecting the intensity of your desire. choso's heart raced as he tried to keep up with your escalating passion. each touch and kiss was like a fire burning through his veins, igniting a deep desire within him. as the intensity grew, he found himself lost in the moment, completely consumed by you.

as the intensity grew, your mouth began to salivate, and drool escaped from your parted lips. the sensation of choso's body against yours was overwhelming, and you could feel him nearing his climax. your moans echoed in the room, mingling with his. your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks symbolizing this passionate moment.

just as choso reached his peak, so did you. warm liquid spurted from his tip and onto his chair and thigh, evidence of the pleasure he had experienced with you. during the aftermath, your fluids mingled with his, coating his now softened shaft. you put your head down on his shoulder, your breath hitting his skin as you tried to catch your breath.

you were about to move yourself off of choso but you felt his arm squeeze tightly around your waist. he kissed your neck and moved up to your ear. "you made me lose my game," he whispered, eyeing his computer screen that showed a death screen.

a mischievous smirk played at the corners of your lips as you looked at him, "well, i can't say i feel bad or whatever," you teased. "i think a little distraction was exactly what you needed." the air between the two of you crackled with energy as you waited for his response, ready to pounce with more playful banter. choso rolled his eyes.

“whatever. next time i’m locking you out,” choso grumbled, finally letting you get up.

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belladonna-moon · 11 months

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☽ Closet Witch Tips ☾

Hi, everyone! I spent years living as a closet witch and wishing I had more freedom to practice. Nowadays my living situation is different which allows me to do things I couldn’t before, but I know that there are many witches out there who are still struggling with this so I decided to share some tips on how to practice in the broom closet

Keep in mind these are all suggestions, you don’t need to have an altar, a book of shadows, practice divination, etc if you don’t want to

Altars

(Disclaimer: you don’t need an altar to practice, but in case you still desire to have one)

Inside a jewelry box

Shoe box

Tin can

Matchbox

In a video game such as animal crossing, the sims, minecraft, etc

The #SelfCare app has a little altar in which you can decorate with crystals, herbs and tarot cards

Notebook (then add the items by drawing them or maybe making collages)

Make/buy a little terrarium (artificial or real)

I’ve heard of people using plant vases as altars as well

Divination

(In case you can’t buy tarot decks/runes/etc)

Make your own tarot cards/oracle cards (it can be a little tiring but it’s what I did when I couldn’t buy my own)

Use playing cards as minor arcanas to read tarot

Pendulums (doesn’t have to be an actual crystal pendulum as you see on witchy stores, anything on a string will do)

Make runes out of seashells, rocks, clay, etc

Flip a coin for yes and no questions

Give dice divination a try

Deity Worship/Work

Wear jewelry that reminds you of them (ex: sun necklace for apollo, moon ring for artemis, etc)

Wear their associated colors

Practice devotional acts such as reading about them, praying, drawing something for them, writing them a letter, something related to your deity’s domains

Keep a notebook in which you can write their myths/domains/associations/etc or write prayers/poems, make drawings of things they like, etc

Keep a small altar

Watch movies that remind you of them

Play video games associated with their domains

Study something they have domain over

Make them a playlist

Make them a pinterest board

Make a devotional blog

Light a candle in their honor (it’s ok if you can only use LED candles)

Keep something associated with them on your desk/shelf

Keep a crystal associated with them near you

Get a small statuette/toy of one of their sacred animals to represent them (on your shelf/desk, on a small altar if you have one, etc)

Make a little deity jar and keep it near you

Have a devotional plant for them

Spend time in nature in their honor

Take care of yourself

Book of Shadows

Notebook

Notes app

Google docs or google keep

Tumblr blog (either private or public, up to you)

Somewhere on your phone/computer

Simple Practices

Enchant your jewelry with intention

Use color correspondence in your clothes/makeup

Meditating

Open your windows to cleanse your room

Keep crystals around you

Physically clean your space

Take showers/baths with the intention of cleansing yourself

Try practicing some kitchen magic if you cook

Enchant your food/drink

Make sigils

Keep plants in your space associated with your intention (ex: protection, creativity, etc)

Keep in mind that you’re not any less of a witch for not being able to do certain things, your practice is still valid

☽ Feel free to reblog with more tips! ☾

#witchblr #pagan witch #witchcraft #witch community #closet witch #broom closet #beginner witch #paganism #witchcraft 101

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ekvan · 4 months

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zero day cast bios (archived through wayback machine) :

Andre Kriegman – Andre Keuck

A classically trained, tri-lingual actor who specialized in Shakespeare, Andre Keuck has held roles such as Oberon, Hamlet, Orsino, The King of France, Astrov, and a young Edwin Booth. For his role in the regional hit, "The Countess", Keuck won an award for his outstanding performance as the dutiful butler Frederick Crawley. Andre, who is 17 years old, is currently editing his first original short film, "Answering Machine", which he plans to submit to numerous festivals. Keuck plans on pursuing a variety of roles in filmmaking and theater. Andre enjoys working with computers, playing video games, pole vaulting, driving, and politics. Andre will start college this year at The George Washington University in Washington, D.C., where he will study International Conflict & Security and International Economics.

Cal Gabriel – Calvin Robertson

At age 8, Cal Robertson was already studying Shakespeare and had his first taste of acting in Stratford, Connecticut community theater. Originally from Minneapolis, Cal is currently a home schooled Junior focusing on the writing programs at NYU and Wesleyan University.

In addition to Zero Day, Cal can be seen in a soon-to-be released indie film [what year], Pursuit of Happiness, with Peter Riegert and Isabella Rosalini and in a new episode of the Sopranos. Cal, 16 years old, enjoys spending time at the New Haven Zen Center, at his family’s bookstore and climbing mountains. He is currently repped by Gersh.

#zero day #zero day 2003 #zero day movie #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #calvin gabriel #cant get andres photo to load

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ravings-of-a-mad-scientist · 7 months

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Workaholics Anonymous

Science Major: Man, I sure wish I had time to enjoy college but I have so much studying and homework to do. At least I'll get an easy high paying job after, right?

Physicist: I think I have a pretty good work life balance (does not, actually) and I think my grad students should have the same work life balance (which is not having that)

Astronomer: I work *about 40 hour weeks, but sometimes there are hours are in the middle of the night 'cause, y'know, stars. But who needs a consistent sleep schedule, really? Not me. I got Redbull.

Geologist: Sometimes I get to spend 15 hours a day wandering through the desert in severe weather conditions looking for cool rocks! also I have to like survey the land or whatever so I can get money

Chemist: Oh, you know, my PI only lets me see my family at night for dinner, then I have to come back and sleep in the lab, but overall I’d say I’m not too stressed.

Physician: Well, I had to work really hard, so why shouldn't everyone else have to work even harder? I'm sure the patients could only benefit from everyone being sleep deprived.

Biologist: I work so much I don’t even remember the last time I wasn’t working.

Science Major: huh?

Biologist: I MUST OBSERVE THE CRAB AT ALL TIMES. I OBSERVE THE CRAB EVEN AS WE SPEAK. IF I DO NOT PUBLISH 60 PAPERS ON CRAB BEHAVIOR BY NEXT YEAR MY COLLEAGUES WILL SENSE MY WEAKNESS AND DEVOUR ME ALIVE, LIKE A PACK OF STARVING CRABS

Computer Scientist: Um… I work from home for at most 8 hours a day then play video games

Biologist: *licks lips*

Computer Scientist (Game Dev): I would murder you if I wasn't so... oh there I go- *passes out from exhaustion (hasn't slept or touched grass in five years)*

#science #physics #biology #chemistry #geology #scientists sitcom #for real though science has a very toxic work culture in general #we should syop eating each other alive like a pack of crabs just because they want to have a family #is sad just how little i am exaggerating with some of these #CRABS #astronomy #computer science

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unorthodoxfaithxx · 1 month

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Soft Yandere Simp with CamGirl Reader, part 2

3, 2, 1, FINALLY IT’S TIME! He can hardly contain himself as he counts down the days until he finally gets to meet you in person.

During your nightly video chats with him, which he’s grown to cherish dearly, you brought the idea of meeting up to his attention. You have no idea how happy he was that you brought it up on your own accord!

Through some shady research, he already knows you are about 3 hours away from his home-city. It wouldn’t hurt to drive your way. He’d row a damn boat for hours if it meant getting to see you in person.

The two of you decide on meeting up for a picnic, and then a shopping date at the mall closest to your vicinity.

The night before the designated meetup, he sits at his computer desk studying everything he had learned about you over the past couple of months, lest he forgets something important.

He wishes he had a perfect memory, but he doesn’t. So he opted to writing down every fact he had ever learned about you in a special journal, dedicated to you and only you. All your likes, dislikes, blood type, height, weight (all three of which he had to break into your medical records to find) , favorite games, health issues, the amount of freckles on your face—every little detail he knew about you was written down, along with many, MANY hearts and grade-school doodles because he really can’t help it. You make him feel like a giddy kid again.

Saturday morning. It’s show-time. He leaves thirty minutes early, dressed up and ready to tackle the day and meet the love of his life for the first time. He shoots you a text when he arrives (Did he ever mention his background screen was a photo of you?), nervously standing at your doorstep with a box of your favorite chocolates in hand, as well as a little vase with succulents in it, since you’re allergic to the pollen in actual flowers.

You greet him with a hug and he just about melts in your arms, taking in your scent and rubbing his face into your beautiful locks.

You’re pretty on camera, but nothing beats the real thing. You’re simply a goddess in the human form. He wishes he could take a photo to capture this moment forever, but his eyes will have to make do.

The drive to the park is an awkwardly quiet, but serene one. He swears you might be able to hear his heart pounding the entire ride, despite the music playing in the background (a playlist he made dedicated to you, obviously). When he glances over to the passenger seat, you’re gazing out the window with the cutest little smile on your face. He’s happy you’re happy.

When the two of you arrive, he opens the trunk and removes all the supplies he brought to ensure today’s picnic would be great. He brought a giant blanket for the occasion, a small speaker for music, and even packed sandwiches and cookies that he had made himself, praying to god they would taste good. He wasn’t the greatest cook, so he watched about five different baking videos on how to make the perfect cookies. He hopes Youtube hasn’t failed him yet.

He silently thanks whatever god lives in the sky when you take a bite into a cookie and compliment his baking skills. You take another bite and moan, making him feel ten times hotter than the warm spring day already made him feel.

30 minutes pass and both his and your bellies are full. You lay down on the blanket, inviting him to do the same, and he nervously lays next to you. He relaxes once you intertwine your fingers with his. He thinks he’s never felt more at peace than in this moment, relaxing with you. The two of you talk about random things, watching the clouds in the sky morph into various shapes as time passes.

Eventually, you both pack up and head to the mall. You buy him a figure from his favorite video game, and he gets you a new set of earrings. You laugh when his face turns fully red as you two walk into a store specializing in lingerie.

He feels like he might faint from the sheer intense feelings he has when you ask him to pick something out, ‘just for his eyes only’ you say with a whisper into his ear.

If he didn’t have such good self control he’d bang you in the try-on rooms right then and there. But no. He’d be a gentlemen.

But be prepared for all his pent up longing when you two finally share an intimate time together. Let’s just say he has…plenty in store for you :)

The date ends with you being dropped off back home. You invite him in for a drink, and chat a little more before it becomes late. He finds your yawns adorable, and he kisses you on the forehead before heading out for the night.

He sincerely hopes you don’t ever find the tracking device he’s planted in your purse when you weren’t looking. He convinces himself it’s for peace of mind since he’ll know where you are, whenever you are. To protect you. That’s what good boyfriends do, right?

Wait. Are you two even dating now?

He wants to pull over on the drive home and just sit in utter defeat because his dumbass totally forgot to ask this.

He sighs as he asks the dumbest, most cliche question in the world. He shoots you a text.

“Hey, Y/N. What are we? (｀・ω・´)”

#male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere male #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #soft yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere thoughts #yancore #yandere blog

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mxdarling · 1 month

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[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (2334)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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halfrican-heat · 9 months

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Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.

Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school

Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)

Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.

Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.

He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.

That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...

...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.

Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.

Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.

Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.

Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.

"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge." "They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen. "I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them." "Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one. "Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."

Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.

"Let me get a hit, baby." "Nigga, you don't smoke!" Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you. "Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth." You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve. "Okay, baby," You say, sparking up. Afterwards "Shit, where my inhaler at?"

Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.

Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation. "That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says. Little does he know... "What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight. Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets "Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."

Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.

After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then... "Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma." You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down. "Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face. You had that man's toes curling and all.

Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.

Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call... Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music. See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall... He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another. Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.

Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.

"Papa, you seen my bong?" "Judie?" "No, the other one." "She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."

"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?" "The fuck you doing drinking those?" "Bae...the tool. My tool." "Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave." a moment later "Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"

Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.

"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed. "Shut up, nigga." "Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."

A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!

#Onyankopon x reader #Onyankopon x black!reader #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon smut #Onyankopon fic #reader insert #black!reader insert #fan fiction for black women #black reader #Lyv Writes #My Writing #Ony's Observatory #Lyv's Library #Sober!Ony

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jinwoosungs · 3 months

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{ 017 }

- when you fall asleep on them -

featuring: megumi, yuji, yuta

[ megumi 💤 ]

he will be the last to admit that he loves the way you fall asleep on him so casually; seeming to trust him and finding comfort in his presence as your head gently lands on his shoulder.

megumi convinces himself to head over to your place and study because he knew just how lazy you got each time you tried to study by yourself. there was an exam that was quickly approaching, and when he realized that you hadn't even begun to study when he last spoke to you-

he could feel the tension headache forming within his temple.

during the weekend, he stops by your house and invites himself inside, (your parents actually adored him and how he was such a positive influence for you), so it was actually pretty easy to catch you slacking off in such a casual manner.

he enters your room, seeing your eyes fixated on your computer screen as some cheesy drama was playing. your eyes were wide when you look up at him, with parted lips holding a piece of pocky in its corner, and megumi had to fight back his annoyance.

"oi, you need to study for this exam. come on, quit messing around." he slams your laptop shut and takes a hold of your pocky, chewing down on the treat with an unnecessary amount of force.

"aw, 'gumi, i-i was going to study! a-after one more episode."

he rolls his eyes at you, knowing you a little too well when he says, "sure, and then one episode turns into another, then another- and next thing you know, you're bingeing the entire season with your plans of studying becoming nonexistent."

your pout was all that he needed to know that he truly knew your intentions, reading through your lies like an open book.

after a bit of bickering, he convinces you to study with him, with the both of you settled on the hardwood flooring of your room, your backs pressed against your bed. megumi allows you to review his notes, since he remade them specifically for you, highlighting all of the important concepts in your favorite color while writing detailed, bulleted notes at the side.

he did a lot for you, for reasons he refuses to specify because he didn't think his heart could take it if and when he admitted to turning so soft for you and you alone.

megumi was caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize when you had become slumped over against him, your warmth suddenly radiating on his shoulder as he glances over at you. the syllables that make up your name were close to escaping from his lips, yet when he catches the familiar sounds of your soft breathing was when he allows himself to smile down at you.

"you dork..."

he brushes back your hair, smirking when he sees the tiniest bit of drool settled near the corner of your mouth. letting out a feign, exasperated sigh, he closes his notebook and textbooks, choosing instead to humor you as he picked you up and carried you in his arms. with a gentleness he reserves only for you, megumi places you on the bed before laying next to you.

brushing the back of his hand against your soft cheek, he sighs while whispering to himself.

"what am i gonna do with you?"

perhaps when you wake up, he'll promise to take you out on that date so long as you do well on this upcoming exam.

[ yuji 💤 ]

a literal puppy who will do anything to spend as much time with you that he possibly can. he was your best friend, and you often spent your weekends together, having slumber parties while pulling all-nighters playing your favorite video games.

"whoa! the zombies are insane on this level!"

surrounding the floor of his bedroom were empty snacks and half-eaten bags of chips along with bottles of your favorite sodas as the only light that illuminated the room came from the television screen. the volume was turned down to a minimum to avoid the risk of waking anyone up at this ungodly hour.

while yuji was enjoying his game, you were comfortably settled on his bed, watching his joy with amusement and love in your eyes. you loved this side of your boyfriend a lot; just seeing him enjoying his life as a young teenager should.

yuji was laser-focused on his game, being so caught up with beating the level that he doesn't catch your soft yawn. it became a struggle for you to keep your eyes open, seeming difficult to hang on to your consciousness.

maybe if i just...rest my eyes a little bit...

succumbing to your drowsiness, your body slumps against yuji's bed, your breathing becoming softer and more even as you fell into a peaceful slumber.

yuji continues to play his game for the next hour, unaware that you had fallen asleep. only when he clears the level of his game did he let out excited cries of your name.

"babe! did you see that?! i finally beat the level-"

he trails off and immediately covers his mouth with both of his hands. realizing that you were asleep, yuji makes a great effort not to disturb you. he picks up the candy wrappers that surround your sleeping form, along with all the trash that was littered on his floor. he tosses everything in the trash before tiptoeing his way closer to you.

for the first time ever, yuji actually makes an effort to quietly get into bed with you. his movements were slow, not even daring to breathe when he manages to hold you in his arms before pulling the blankets over both of your forms. a look of complete and utter adoration was seen in his gaze as he allows you to bury your face within his chest.

with a sigh of your name, yuji closes his eyes, knowing that he will be filled with dreams of you the moment he joins you within this peaceful slumber.

[ yuta 💤 ]

despite being a busy man, he deeply cherishes the time he is able to spend with you. those moments where he is truly able to breathe and just unwind with you- those moments were his greatest treasures.

yuta had agreed to take the day off, wanting nothing more than to spend it with you as you decided to have a movie marathon consisting of all your favorite films.

from romance to comedy, to even horror, no movies were left untouched. feeling like this was a much needed day off for him, yuta was able to spoil the both of you with delicious takeout for each meal, reassuring you that you didn't have to lift a single finger or cook anything.

as such, you and he were both settled on your plush couch, with your head resting against his lap for the entirety of the day, your eyes engrossed in the current movie that was playing. of course, you would let out a whine each time yuta had to stand from his seat and change movies, which often prompted him to play an even longer movie that would last at least 2 to 3 hours in duration.

night had long fallen across the skies, yet yuta couldn't bring himself to retire to bed with you in his arms. it was obvious that he didn't want this day to end, because he knew that when morning came, then he would have to leave you for his latest assignment.

and truly, was it wrong of him to wish to spend every waking moment with you?

so, he continues on with the movie marathon, surrounded by empty takeout boxes with his deep blue eyes focused on the television screen. his hand mindlessly runs through your hair, earning a content sigh from you as you end up burying your face within his abdomen.

admittedly, yuta was not paying a speck of attention to the movie, so focused on your warmth and the steady sound of your breathing. only when the movie ends does he softly call out to you.

"honey, did you-"

he cuts himself off, finally looking down to see that you had already fallen asleep, with your gentle breaths felt against his shirt. yuta huffs in response, silently berating himself for being such a bad boyfriend, forcing you to stay up so late due to his own selfish desires.

"what a selfish lover i am." he trails off, pressing a kiss against your skin before picking you up in his arms. the way your body slumps against him was a clear indication of how exhausted you were. "forgive me, my love. forgive me."

even when you were so tired, you didn't speak a word to him of it. he knew that the reason why you remained silent was solely because you wanted to be with him, too.

and as yuta carries you back to your shared bedroom, he supposes that he could ask for another day off- just for the sake of your happiness.

a.n. - i am finally on spring break, with having a full week of freedom from classes, so i apologize for my sporadic updates 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro fluff #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x you #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #yuji itadori x you #itadori yuji x you #itadori yuji x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu yuta fluff #.stories

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exrellian · 3 months

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Replaced MC AU

I’m pumping this out cuz I’m motivated! Still in third person

TW: the brothers being mean, MC getting bullied-

Part Two!

Everything is Changing

Mammon was the first to fall for Amelia, then Levi, Asmo, and Beel followed quickly

Satan, Lucifer, and Belphie were… weary about the new girl, the three found it odd how quickly their brothers fell for Amelia, seemingly forgetting MC completely

“Hey Beel, Hells Kitchen has a new menu item, it looks delicious! Want to go try it together?”

“Sorry, Amelia and I are going to try it in a couple minutes”

MC shrugged it off, happy Amelia was making friends

“Mammon, I’m bored, wanna go to the casino tonight?”

“Amelia and I are going to watch some movies tonight, no can do human.”

What? MC started to feel weird about this, not really too phased by the fact that the two were hanging out, but the fact that Mammon so nonchalantly called him ‘Human’

“Asmo..? Want to go clubbing tonight?”

“Hm? Not with you, not really. Sorry!”

Oh.

What?

“Levi? Want to play Raft together? I heard a new update came out!”

“I already beat it with Amelia, it was really fun!”

“Oh? Well would you mind playing it with me?”

“Amelia used your account, so we would have to start over for you to really see the update and that would just be boring”

“Oh um… alright, I’ll just play it on my own!”

This went on for about a month before the next brother dropped

“Hey Belphie, do you still have my blanket? It’s kinda cold in my room”

“Oh, I let Amelia have it because she was cold.”

“You gave my blanket to Amelia? Why couldn’t you give her one of yours?”

“She liked yours, don’t be selfish MC, you can just go buy another.”

“Fine.”

MC left, frustrated and still cold.

It was then when the worst so far came to be.

“That will be 18 Grimm”

MC swiped his card and it… declined? That was weird, he had more than enough Grimm! He had a part time job for a while and was payed by Diavolo for hosting events at RAD too! He opened his DDD and checked his account

-143 Grimm

What!?

He puts his DDD away and pays out of pocket for the blanket before returning home in a rush and going to his and Amelia’s room. Luckily for him, Amelia wasn’t there. Grabbing his laptop and checking his bank account he sees a bunch of online purchases on various video games. He slams his computer shut and runs to Leviathans room to see Amelia and Levi playing some random gacha game.

“Are you on my account Amelia?” He tried to keep his voice low and calm but he was shaking

“Oh! I’m sorry MC, Levi said I could!”

“Did you buy anything?”

“Well yeah! I didn’t like your account so I reset it so I could get the characters I wanted! Levi said his card was attached so I could spend as much as I wanted! Wasn’t that so nice of him?”

MC was writhing

“MY card was attached to that! You drained my account completely!”

Amelia looked almost… happy?

“It was your card attached? Sorry MC” leviathans tone was disingenuous and annoyed

“Since it was meant to be your money can you just pay me back for what she spent? I was saving up for something!”

“I’m not giving you my money MC, you need to stop being so selfish. Get out of my room.”

“No! Amelia spent all my money thinking it was yours so clearly you have the money to reimburse me!”

Levi stood up and walked over to MC

“I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you are not the person I fell in love with. You are almost more selfish and self centered than Mammon. First you go bullying Amelia, then you think I have to give you money for a little mistake. Leave my room MC, I don’t want to see you.” The hatred in Leviathans eyes struck a fear into MC that he hasn’t felt since he first arrived in the Devildom, weighing his options, he left, deciding it would be in his best interest to talk to Lucifer about it. He arrived at Lucifer’s study to find it empty, he then checked his room, finding it also empty

MC [Hey Lucifer, are you home?]

Lucifer [I am in a meeting. If you need to talk meet me in my study tomorrow.]

MC [K.]

Tomorrow could not come sooner

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me oc #obey me one master to rule them all

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your-resident-boat-person · 6 months

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Time for a new autism post. It is extremely frustrating looking for a job that will not just completely eviscerate me. Like, I do research online for jobs that are good for autistic people, and all I can find are things that require degrees or extensive levels of study. Like computer programming, mechanic, laboratory technician, Video game designer, statistician, accountant, animator, engineer, things like that. Meanwhile I'm just looking for a job that won't make me want to kill myself while I'm in college. Is every single entry level job really just customer service? I worked as a cashier at a grocery store for a year, and the experience was deeply traumatic for me. I just want a way to make money that plays to my strengths, or at the very least suits my needs.

#autistic adult #autistic feels #actually autistic #autistic #autism #autism spectrum disorder #autistic experiences #autistic problems #autistic things #autistic spectrum #neurodivergent #actually neurodiverse #neurodiverse stuff #employment

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husbandhannie · 1 year

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waiting

pairing: wonwoo x reader

word count: 600

warnings: one (1) kiss, reader has had negative experiences with gamer friends in the past (yes, this is uber specific to me)

a/n: i'm not sure if i have the ability to write anymore, but i miss the catharsis of the process. i think i'll push myself to write more because i like just doing it, although i'm not quite sure about the quality.

tags: @leejungchans @junhui-recs @itsveronicaxxx

the dim light from your living room greets you as you step inside your home, gladly taking off your rain-soaked boots at the door. your quick announcement of “i’m home” is met with silence, and you can kind of guess why your boyfriend isn’t responding.

you make quick work of taking off your bag and hanging your wet jacket on a chair before making your way to the small study room down the hall, pausing to take in the image of your boyfriend in silent concentration at his video game.

it’s a little silly, but your main apprehension about wonwoo when you first started dating was his video game hobby. you don’t have anything against video games or people who like playing them, but you’ve lost a couple of friends to the addiction of gaming, and have realized first-hand how much it hurts when people in your life refuse to make any time for you.

it was hard enough to feel like you didn’t matter to your friends. you could only imagine how crushing it would be if you felt that way about your partner.

that’s not the case with wonwoo. over the years of your relationship with your boyfriend, you’ve realized that his hobby is just that — a hobby. he enjoys it, but has never made you feel like it’s more important. he’s also never yelled at his computer or taken his gaming frustration out on you — which is very different from your past experiences.

a light grunt from your boyfriend brings you back to reality, and you can’t help but smile as he frowns at the screen. he probably lost a game, you think, he’s cute.

you make your way silently into the room, thinking you’ll greet him quickly before changing into pajamas and grabbing something to eat. he doesn’t notice you until you’re right beside him, and barely has time to greet you before you plant a kiss on his cheek, smiling against his skin at the content hum he lets out.

it’s quiet for a second then, just the sound of your combined breathing, the rain hitting the tiny window in the corner of the room, and the background music from the video game humming from wonwoo’s headphones. you step back and wave before turning around, fully intending to leave wonwoo to his game while you relax with some snacks and a nice little documentary.

it seems wonwoo has other plans though, for he grabs your wrist as you’re about to leave and pulls you closer, one hand resting on your cheek while his lips touch yours in a gentle kiss. you’re not sure how long the two of you stay like that, with your hands cradling his face and his arm wounding around your waist.

both of you are sporting matching smiles and foggy glasses when you pull back. his headphones are around his neck now, his game long forgotten.

“hi”, he whispers, “didn’t hear you come in”.

“that’s okay”, you murmur back, “i was just going to say hi and leave you to your game”.

you don’t bother trying to guess what he’s playing. he’s probably told you about it before, but you’re laughably terrible at keeping track. you can remember storylines and genres, but you can’t remember the names.

wonwoo’s arm tightens around you in response, his face leaning into your touch. clingy.

“wonwoo”, you chuckle, fingers threading through his hair, “c’mon. i need to eat”.

he pulls back reluctantly, retracting his arm. but then, he turns off his computer and takes off his headphones, standing up before you can voice your protests.

“oh, you don’t have to —“

“i want to”, he takes your hand and brushes a soft kiss on your knuckles, “i was waiting for you to come home”.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #wonwoo imagines

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