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novemberheart · 10 months ago

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{overview} your pack comes back…. it's not a happy ending for everyone though

{warnings} fem reader, a/b/o dynamics, poly141, cursing, fighting, intimidation, Simon and Kyle both pop off in this chapter, mentions of torture and violence, threatening, protective boy

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Today was the first day you had nothing planned. Just you and your thoughts. You slept in till noon until you decided to get up and make some pancakes. The boys had fully stocked all of your favorite things before they left. You had no business being in the cafeteria without them- Johnny's words, not yours.

It was kinda nice actually. You’re not sure if you've ever had a full day to yourself your whole life. You dragged your desk chair outside on the patio to eat your pancakes. You even made friends with a pigeon. When you went back inside you decided to look up yoga tutorials on TV. Couldn't hurt to be flexible, could it?

It was a new feeling of freedom. You didn't have to worry about any housemate or watch yourself to make sure you weren't a disturbance. You could play music and sing as loud as you wanted. You could learn a new dance. Try a new recipe. Or you could just sleep all day and no one would be able to judge you.

You decided on a bubble bath.

It was that time of night again. Choosing between who's room you wanted to crash in. Your eyes darted back and forth between Kyle and Johnny’s room. Yet there was a tingling sensation at the base of your neck at the thought of John’s room. He never gave you explicit permission and you had never slept in there before.

But he doesn't seem like the type to get mad at you for that. Maybe in two days, your scent will wear off and he won't even notice you slept in it. You were on high alert like a bandit about to be caught. Your knees nearly crumbled as you opened the door to his room. His scent permeated into every surface, your eyes lulling closed. You shook yourself awake, making your way over to his bed. There was a jitteriness about you, the flesh under your skin buzzing. Something wasn't right. It wasn't cozy enough. You huffed back to your room grabbing pillows and an extra blanket, getting to work.

You kept John's pillows against the headboard and added one of yours to the side of the bed against the wall and one on the other side so you would be cocooned in the middle. His blanket and top sheet were pulled tightly against the bed and you tried your hardest to climb in without disrupting them. You folded your blanket and laid it down on the edge of the bed, so your cold feet would have a few extra layers. You held your jellyfish close to you and nuzzled your way under the covers.

Heaven. That was the closest way to describe it. You were quite proud of the nest you had made, well John did help- unknowingly. You gasped softly, your eyes snapping open.

A nest. You had made a nest.

You had only ever done it in your heat and when you did it then you had no materials to work with. You have heard that some omegas nest even when they aren't in heat. Happy ones at least. You grinned curling up on your stomach, your face melted against his pillow.

“You smell that?” John asked, stepping inside. They carefully putting their bags by the door, trying to not alarm you. Johnny groaned from behind him.

“Happy girl,” he commented. The tightness and anxiety his body was storing slowly ebbed away at the smell. He knew that scent. It was extra strong when you were sleeping since you weren't able to hold anything back. He could picture you in his head, curled up against his chest, a sleepy smile on your face with very little awareness of your surroundings. Your soft skin twitching under his rough hands, warm from absorbing his body heat. Your warm peachy scent developing an undertone of cinnamon and spice from his. It sent a shiver up his spine, the hair on his arms standing up.

“Go take a shower. You'll get time with her in the morning.” John yawned. He made his way to your bedroom with the intent to check up on you, only to realize his door was open. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness quickly and he could make out a rather apparent lump on his bed. Although you wouldn't take up that much room. He snuck over a smile etched on his face. Warmth spread through his body at the sight before him. You were comfortable enough to not only sleep in his bed, but make a nest out of it. The overwhelming urge to crawl in there with you made his shoulders twitch.

He quickly made his way out of the bedroom, making his way to Johnny’s bathroom. He didn't want the sound of water to startle you and he couldn't climb into bed with you stinking like he did.

“She nested,” John spoke peeling off his clothes.

“She did? In her bed?”

“No, mine,” John clarified quickly.

“Great, now it's going to smell like horny, pompous alpha in here.” Johnny groaned, scrubbing at his scalp, making room for the broad alpha under the running water.

He picked the clothes out of his closet quietly. It was about time he used his training for good.

“Sweetheart,” he greeted. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of those claws if you got scared. He’s seen the damage they could cause. Your eyes opened harshly, making him wince.

“You’re back?” you couldn't quite believe it. They weren't supposed to be back for another two days. You pushed yourself out of bed, your fingers holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Why are you back? Is everything okay?”

He hummed in assurance.

“We were able to finish up early,” he explained. “Came back as soon as possible.”

The truth was everything was different. They were different. The team had always been “the best of the best”, but with the addition of you, they had turned practically untouchable. It was easier to move, easier to think, and most importantly they had a reason to get home. It might've just been luck, but they knew instinctively there was a change- a natural one. Their bodies transforming into vessels to protect and provide for you. It has been that way forever, consequently why the government has always taken advantage of this evolution. That didn't matter now.

“Is Johnny back?” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Yes. He's tired though, already crashed,” it was a lie, one he was hoping you wouldn't investigate. It wasn't that he wanted to keep Johnny from you, he wanted to keep you from Johnny. He knew the Scot would get you curled up in his arms before John could blink. It was his turn to have you. “Let's get you back to sleep, pretty girl,” John sighed, setting you back down in the bed, and tucking the sheets tight around you once again. He crawled in next to you, his arms wrapping around you trapping you against his chest. You nuzzled your way closer, a now familiar warmth spreading throughout your body. You were safe.

“So happy you're back,” you mumbled, already growing tired again.

“Me too,” he whispered, keeping his lips pressed against your temple.

“Is it okay that I nested here?”

“Course. I'd be happy to leave it if you wanted. I know you like to cuddle with the betas, but I wouldn't mind being worked into that routine,” he chuckled as you smiled against his chest.

You squealed as you were picked up and spun around. Johnny held his grasp on you as he flopped down on the couch, you perched atop of him. You leaned down peppering his face with kisses.

“Thank you for not being gone too long,” you smiled against his cheek.

“Had to get back home to our girl,” he purred, flipping you on the couch so you were under him. His blue eyes were sparking, making you feel a bit nervous. He was inspecting you. “Can I?” he asked softly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Please,” you whispered. He wasted no time connecting the distance. You were a bit unsure what to do. All your kisses with John had been little pecks.

“Relax, hen. Follow my lead,” he murmured, making your lips tickle. You did and once you found your rhythm you didn't want to pull away. Your hands clasped behind his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He chuckled against you, his smile interrupting the kiss. “Knew you’d get addicted,” he smirked.

“You’re right, come back,” you murmured, pulling him back down. He gasped but quickly regained his footing, hoping to keep you occupied long enough for the burning of his cheeks to disappear. He wasn’t used to someone so responsive. Eight times out of ten he had to instigate physical contact, but you were so accepting and matched his effort. You whined as he growled against you, pulling away before it all became too much. He chuckled against you as you panted, kissing across your cheek stopping just below your ear.

“Thought about you a lot you know. It was hard, especially at night. You were alright here by yourself, aye?” he questioned, his eyes softened to a point that it made your breath hitch.

“I was alright, Tavy,” you assured, resting your forehead against each other.

“Peaches, I need to tell you something”-

The door sprung open. The words “I love you” getting caught in his tongue.

“There you boys are,” John was the first to greet them. You shimmied out from under Johnny and he let you, watching as you nearly tackled Kyle to the ground.

The force of it knocked Kyle back into Simon.

You growled as all you got were scent blockers instead of fresh linen.

“I know, lovie, I know,” Kyle soothed. “Fuck,” he groaned, your scent hitting him like a tidal wave.

“Steady yourself,” John chuckled. You wormed yourself away from Kyle and wrapped your arms around Simon. He ran his hands up and down your back and you gave him one last squeeze before pulling away- not wanting to push it. “You’re both good?” John hummed, his hands resting on Kyle's shoulders. Kyle dived in for a hug and John quickly reciprocated, the feeling of finally being home settling in. You figured it was time to allow them some privacy and so you bounded into your room to change out of your sleep clothes.

“Can I talk to you two?” you questioned, closing the patio door behind you. They were having a smoke. Simon hummed in acknowledgment putting the cigarette out so you wouldn't be forced to breathe it it in such a small space.

“Something wrong?” John asked, putting his cigar out as well.

“Not really, but something happened while you two were away and I think you should know about it,” you explained hesitantly. They shared a look, before Simon nodded his head towards the inside. You took the hint as he opened the door for you. It wasn't that you didn't want the betas to know, you just felt that the alphas would want to be the first to know. “I went out with Priya one day”-

“Who’s that?” Simon interjected. John looked over, smacking him with his leg.

“Let ‘er talk,” he directed.

“I met her at that breakfast in the park thing. We have hung out a few times,” it was partially a lie. “Anyways, we were trying to figure out what to do and she said that the hospital had a rec center so we went there.” You paused trying to get a gauge on them. Their faces were like stone. You began losing the confidence you had.

“Go on,” John encouraged, his voice soft.

“Well she left to go to the bathroom quickly, and it was right across the hall. Then this doctor came over and he thought I was a freelance healer so he grabbed me and”-

“Grabbed you?” Simon interjected again.

“Where?” John pressed. You tucked your arm into your sweatshirt, pulling the hem up to show them the bruise on your upper arm. It had faded a decent amount since the incident, but there were still greenish-yellow fingerprints.

“Name,” John commanded.

“I'm not done,” you asserted. They were stiff in their seats now, John was trying his hardest to be level-headed. How many times did they have to prove not to fuck with you? This had been one of the reasons they were so unsure about an omega to begin with. “He grabbed me and put me into a room, with two”-

Simon stood up, heading towards his room to collect one of his balaclavas. He and John couldn't just stay home after this information.

“Simon, keep it together,” John snapped, his eyes still trained on you. He knew nothing too bad could've happened to you. You were fine last night- fuckin’ glowing actually.

“One was an alpha I had never seen before, the other was a beta. The beta that had attacked me by the water fountain.” John’s breath hitched and you could feel Simon stiffen from behind you. “He apologized and begged me not to hurt him,” you nearly chuckled. “I know that you two handled it- obviously, but he was talking about Lieutenant Hale,” you peaked over your shoulder at Simon. He had his back turned to you, his head facing the wall. “He wanted something with me- the beta didn't know what. I'm sure you both know much more than I do, I just wanted to let you know,” you finished.

“Thank you”-

“Thank you?” Simon snapped. “You’re on house arrest,” Simon growled pointing at you.

“What?!” you exclaimed, standing up yourself. “I'm not a child, Simon. You can't do that.”

“Like fuckin’ hell I can't. Until you can learn to not be abducted, attacked, or threatened by bloody strangers you're not leaving this fuckin’ flat,” he snarled.

“John, do something, please,” you begged, turning to John.

“I agree with him.” John sighed. “Not for long but until we figure out strategies to keep you safe,” he reasoned.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you sputtered. “It's not my fault these things are happening,” you shot back.

“No one is saying that”-

“Simon just did! He said and I quote “Until you can learn to not be..” he blames me!” you recalled.

“It's not forever,” John continued, trying to diffuse the situation. “Your incidents happen when you are left completely alone. We just need to make sure you're not”-

“You can't do that. You two have enough control over me as it is!” you spat. “I know it's the destiny of an omega to be under the pack's thumb all the time, but this is ridiculous and I think probably illegal.”

“Now I know it may feel like that at times but we do it to protect you,” John said.

“Not that it's working,” Simon grumbled.

“Fuck you, Simon,” you growled. You couldn't believe the turn of events. Just yesterday you had your hand down your pants thinking about them and today you didn't even want to be in the same room. You wished the betas were here. You wished you never said anything. Simon's deep chuckle made you falter. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, as he raised a hand to his mouth to stop the sudden onslaught. “Are you laughing?” you muttered.

Truth be told he has never enjoyed you more than right now. You, of all people, cursing at him with complete rage. Even now, your face scrunched in confusion and lingering anger, your whole being flushed with a beautiful heated glow.

“Alright, pup. You proved yourself. You're still on house arrest but just till we go on leave. Then hopefully people will have moved on to some new drama by the time we get back.” He sighed, heading towards the front door, John following close behind. Leave was scheduled for three days from now.

“Wait, are we still fighting or not?” you questioned slowly.

“I can keep going,” Simon smirked.

“No,” you replied a bit dumbfounded.

“Did I win? I feel like I won,” you mumbled, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, pup. Come on, let's go get dinner.”

“What is happening?” you murmured, beginning your trek to the door.

A knock on his office door caused him to raise his head. He flinched at the sound, harsh against the silent hallway.

“Come in,” he sighed, spinning his chair around to face the door. The door opened slowly and the reveal had him shooting up from his chair.

“Dr. Malcolm?” Kyle clarified. Johnny followed behind him, shutting and locking the door. “Easy, mate,” Kyle soothed his hands extending forward. “Just here to ask a few questions,” Kyle offered a smile, sitting down in one of the other office chairs. “At least I am. That one over there is still a bit worked up,” Kyle chuckled, nodding his head towards the Scot leaning against the door. The glint in his eyes was heart-stopping and Kyle’s relaxed nature only added to the uneasiness in the air. “Now we heard her side of it and we saw what happened on the cameras but I think it’s only fair if we heard your side of it before making any rash decisions,” Kyle explained. “Right, Soap?”

“There’s a lot riding on your answers. That’s for sure, doc,” Johnny spoke.

“He’s right. I imagine it being hard to do your job missin’ a few fingers, yeah?” Kyle hummed. The doctor was leaning against his desk now, knees too weak to do anything else.

“I'm not afraid of you, punks,” Dr. Malcolm managed. Kyle winced.

“Strike one,” Kyle tsked, as Johnny took a few steps forward. Dr. Malcolm quickly held his hands up, shaking his head profusely.

“Wait, wait,” he pleaded. “Alright. I made a mistake. We get freelance omegas from holding housing all the time to help with healing. I just assumed she was one of them. Honest mistake,” Dr, Malcolm sputtered, his hand still surrendering.

“That’s interesting,” Kyle sighed, coming to a stand, his broad shoulders blocking most of the light from Dr. Malcolm's frame. “Because to me, an honest mistake would you be askin’ her if she was a freelance omega. Her saying ‘no’. You takin’ that ‘no’ as an answer and going about your day. Not you dragging her down the hallway as she fights against you. Your fingers leaving bruises on our girl's arm,” Kyle finished. “You get that, right?”

The reasons behind why they wanted to take his fingers becoming more and more clear to Dr. Malcolm.

“You’re right. Completely and utterly right. I'm ashamed of myself, honestly,” Dr. Malcolm appeased. “I can transfer,” he offered. Kyle’s eyes widened a smile spreading across his face.

“That's a brilliant idea,” he praised, making the doctor's shoulders begin to relax. “But that's unfortunately not going to work for us,” Kyle became tight lip, a disgustingly fake sorrowful look on his face. “You see if we just let you go, then that's sends a message, that anyone can just come in and make our omega feel unsafe”-

“I didn't know she was yours!” Dr. Malcom nearly sobbed.

“Well, we’ll just call that strike number two then,” Kyle cleared his throat. “Now you know. And when you walk out of this office, everyone in the building will know too,” Kyle smiled.

“Gonna be missing a few pieces, though,” Johnny grunted, heading towards the doctor. The doctor's shout was quickly cut off by Johnny’s hand.

“Not to worry, mate. Sure you can find someone to attach them back,” Kyle smirked.

Hello everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It has honestly been my favorite to write…..what does that say about me….Anyways Love all of you! Thank you for your support and interacting with this post! 🧡

P.S. See you in three days for chapter 19!

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insight-chronicles · 3 months ago

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Chapter 2 - Latte Anyone?

Word Count: 3.1k

Content Warning: Swearing

Summary: Free Chai Latte with your best friend is ruined when Jinwoo shows up with fangirls in tow

Authors Note: Edited on my phone rather than my PC so i could get it up for you guys sooner so sorry if there's any mistakes with spelling/punctuation! Let me know if you find anything and I'll edit!

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You didn't want to move; you didn't want to think. You just wanted to enjoy your day off without any problems popping up. Everything had been fine, and all was going according to plan. Then, that new mission appeared, and nothing has been quite right since. You supposed it was a demon of your own making; you were so busy worrying about this new player and protecting the system that you didn’t stop to think. Or maybe you weren't thinking enough? See, this was the problem. You just didn't know what to think!

Every other mission, you had gotten side missions or level-ups when you were moving in the right direction, but with this one, you got nothing. The System had just left you in the dark.

You had even tried talking to the System. Or, well, talking into an empty room and hoping to get a response. But nothing. You'd tried it once before when the System had first contacted you, it hadn't worked then either. It was like you had completed a tutorial in a game, and then been dumped in a new area with no direction as to what to do next. You just felt so lost.

But today was Tuesday, and that meant you couldn't stay in bed and mope all day, unfortunately. Every week, you had Tuesdays and Fridays off work. You didn't mind working th weekend as it was usually quieter and allowed you to get more work done that wasn't evaluating hunters. What it being Tuesday meant was, it was your obligatory trip out to your best friends cafe.

In an attempt to stop you from being a total shut-in, Aera lured you down to the cafe with free Chai Lattes, your favourite drink, and hers was the best you had ever tried. Everytime, you attempted to pry the recipe out of her, she would refuse, saying it was the only way to get you out of the house, so why would she tell you. She was right, but that’s not the point. You deserved to know what made her version so damn heavenly.

With the thought of what was waiting for you, you dragged yourself out of bed and had a shower. A shower in the morning on your days off always seemed to refresh you more than any other time, even though the whole process took exactly the same amount of time whenever you did it. Psychology for you.

You dressed casually, in jeans and a dark oversized hoodie, you always relished your comfort clothes when you could wear them even though you liked to look smart and put together at work. A small spattering of makeup, which consisted of some mascara and a touch of tinted lipgloss. You loved a dark lip, but that was more for evenings and events, not popping down to the local coffee shop, so a tinted lip balm or gloss was your goto. Styling your hair is never as fun as people make out, you put in the effort when you had somewhere special to be, but in the day to day, dry and brushed was the standard. Happy the outfit worked together you left the bedroom heading towards the kitchen deciding to have breakfast first before you went out, that way you missed the worst of the morning rush and would be gone before the lunch rush began.

When you first started this routine, it had taken you a few traumatising visits before you got your timings right so the cafe wasn't too packed but still satified your friend that you were being social. You had also tried going on Fridays but the cafe was packed all day from open to close on a Friday and Saturday so that also ended in a failed attempt and quiet nearly a nervous breakdown on your part thanks to all the emotions that bombarded you at once as you walked through the door. It was always harder to deal with emotions in enclosed spaces than when you were out in the open.

Aera, of course, doesnt know why you can't stand crowds of people all she knows is that for some reason around a year and half ago it started to become harder and harder for you to be in crowds. She's been so supportive and is trying to help you in the only way she knows how and that just makes you love her more, even if she is a nosey gossip.

With breakfast made you take it to the sofa so you can catch up on your favourte programme before someone you follow on socal media spoils it for you. As you flick to the right streaming service you eyes catch on the book case, or more importantly on the medical books that line the bottom shelves, the memories flow back thick and fast.

As an E-Rank Healer you magic was pretty useless, but that didn't mean you had to be useless. Unlike most healers, who relied on their power, you went out of your way to learn everything you could about healing and medicine. You did every course short of becoming an actual doctor. All so you could help him. All so you could keep him alive. He meant everything to you but in the end it wasn't enough. You weren't enough.

A single tear escaped, sliding down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily. Annoyed your emotions had gotten the better of you again. This was why so many people had advised against you becoming a hunter, you were too soft. Overly emotional. Not cut out for the violence of a gate. They thought they were all proved right when you quit hunting and joined the archive team for Assocation but they don't know the real reason you stopped going into gates. Something you felt was much worse then all the bloodshed you had seen inside them. Becuase unlike what people assumed, you lived by a hunters moto “What happens in a Gate stays in a Gate”. You could compartmentalise better then anyone you knew, the fights and the bloodshed was almost easy to forget, after all you never got that attached to people. Aera and Him were the only people you have ever felt something for deeply aside from your parents and He had left, even after promising to never leave you. He broke his promise.

Dropping your head onto the back of the sofa, you let out an annoyed cry. Why does the memory of him always have a way of popping up when you need it the least? You know you should probably have thrown the books out, or at least donated them, but you just couldn't bring yourself to. There was something that made you want to hold on to them. Maybe the memories of the past, when things were better.

An hour later, you’re still staring at the ceiling, your breakfast lay untouched beside you.

The cafe is a short walk from your apartment, a walk you could do blinfolded thanks to Aera living above, and you hating people in your apartment so always meeting at hers. Another one of yur quirks that Aera just accepts.

With a deep breath to prepare yourself to the onslaught of emotions you were about to face, you walk through the door. A bell jingles to alert the staff of your presence.

Hae-Won Cafe was a small, simple affair whos decor lent to both the name of the cafe and the owners name. Styled with vines of cherry blossom and lanterns, Area had some how brought the outside in, making it feel like you were sat out in a garden in the spring time despite knowing you were in the middle of the city. It created a very romantic location that was a go-too place for dates and even proposals. Aera had a wall in her office covered in pictures of all the proposals that had been accepted at the cafe.

“Ahhh there you are!” Aera called across the room, making a few of the patrons already seated glance up before realising nothing special had happened and they could return to their drinks without missing something..

“Here I am.” Your face gave the impression that you had just eaten a sour piece fo fruit as the emotions of the room settled into you psyche, there was definitely at least one date happening in the cafe right now. and you hopped by the feelings you were getting that it was not a first.

“Seo-yeon, can you make us a Chai Latte, and I'll take a Green Tea.” The barista nodded that she understood before turning to fulfill the order “Thanks, darling, we'll just be over in the booth in the corner.” Aera called over her shoulder as she pulled you over to your usual booth. Situated in a quieter corner of the cafe where you were able to see everything going on in the cafe as well as the street beyond the store front. “Soo, how have you been?”

“I've been good.” There was something about Aera that just made you smile whenever she was around. “How about you?”

“Ah, ah, ah, you're not getting away with it that easily. Details, darling!” You rolled your eyes, you should have known. Aera was anything but easy to please, a perfectionist and gossip by nature, she was always looking for the next story and is only satisfied with all the details.

“Honestly I've been good, nothing to tell.” You try again, never one for sharing your feelings. She just continues to look at you expectantly. Damn. Sigh, “I've been busy, the Chairman's got a new assignment for me but…” you shrug.

“But…” Aera tries to coax more out of you. “What, girl, give me something! By the looks of your face, it's not more of that stuffy archive stuff you love, so it must be juicy.” She looks like a cat that caught the canary.

“Uhh, yeah not more archive stuff. Chairman Go wants me to find out more about Sung Jinwoo.”

“That sounds like boring archive stuff?”

“He wants me to do it by getting close to him.” You grimace. Aeras mouth dropped open, forming an O shape, she stayed like that for a few moments before getting herself together to continue her questioning.

“Wait, hang on a second, Chairman Go, wants you to get “close” to Sung Jinwoo,” you nod, “As in the most notorius S-Rank Hunter to probably have ever existed?”

“Exaggerate much” you laugh, shaking your head at your friend.

“No but seriously? You have to get close to Sung Jinwoo! How are you going to do that?” Just then, Seo-yeon placed your drinks on the table, “Thank you darling” Aera then lent forward, elbows on the table eager to hear the plan you didn't have.

“Umm. I dont really have a plan aside avoid Hunter Sung and trying to get others to reveal what happened on Jeju Island during the media blackouts in the hope I can figure out the extent of his power myself.” It was said in a rush as if you hopped that it would sound like a logical plan if you said ti fast enough. But you reaslised as you said it outloud how hopeful, yet hopeless, your plan was.

“Im sorry, WHAT? That's your plan? To go against the wishes of the Chairman and just hope you can figure it out by yourself? That is a stupid plan.” She said it so matter of factly you just shurgged, What else could you do? “You need to come up with a better plan, preferable one that actually gets Sung Jinwoo to trust you and reveal his secrets.” Just as you were about to respond with some snarky comment about your ability to be social, the barista called across the room at her boss. Aera looked over and saw that was a large queue at the counter.

“Shit, I better go help. We'll have to continue this later.” She stood up, grabbing her green tea to take with her. A thought suddenly occurred to you,

“Aera!” drawing her attention back to you, “I have a lunch date on Friday and I have a feeling none of the clothes I have will be suitable.” You grimace, at the thought of Aera reaction to the date, shopping for the date, or the date itself you weren't sure.

“WHAT!” That was more of a scream then anything else, “YOU HAVE A DATE!” Her eyes ping-ponged between you and the counter debating her options. “This conversation is not over.” She gave you a menacing look and then turned to make her way over the counter to deal with the sudden mass of people. Where had they all come from?

As much as you loved Aera she could be draining at times, the constant questions and happiness sapped your energy, you really didn't have to deal with so mnay more people emotions. You decided to pull your book out of your bag and read for a bit in the hopes it was distracting enough that you could finish your drink without getting overwhelmed by the number of people now in the cafe. With any luck by the time you were ready to leave, Aera would still be busy at the counter and you could leave without her noticing, having the conversation over text would be so much easier then her screaming at you the whole time.

You tried to concentrate on the latest chapter of your book, but the group of girls by the counter were being very loud and giggily. The tangle of emotions coming off them suggested there was something very exciting happening, feelings of nervousness, excitement, and even lust eminated from the group. God, it was bad enough when there was one date happening in the same room as you let alone a group of people all trying to get the attention of someone. It was too much. You looked over to the gaggle of girls just as they parted and the reason for all their emotions was revealed.

Sung Jinwoo.

Fuck, this could not be happening. The two of you locked eyes across the room, you gave him your best death glare whereas he seemed had a look of confusion and curiosity. Probably because a complete stranger was glaring at him. But for some reason he still took it as an invitation to come to your table.

Watching the faces of the girls fawning around him fall as he made his way to you was almost comical. Pathetic. Before you knew it, Jinwoo stood in front of you, behind him, you could see Aera giving you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” He indicates to the side of the booth that Aera had just vacated. You looked longingly at your Chai Latte and signed, taking one last big gulp before getting up.

“No, you're all good, I was just leaving.” gathering your bag you made to leave.

“You don’t have to go. You just looked like you needed some company.” His eyes were so dejected you almost felt bad, but there was that nagging feeling that you couldn't trust him. Not being able to feel his feelings was so strange. You had spent so long now knowing what people were feeling, not having to trust what they said at face value, that you had forgotten how to read people like you used to. How can you trust someone when you don't know what they feel? You know everyone else has to, but you haven't for so long. Instead, you default to snark and sarcasm.

“Do you often go around telling people they look lonely?” You raise an eyebrow in question.

“Uhh,” he reached up with the hand not holding a drink, and scratched the back of his head, “No I can't say I do. Do you make a habit of running away from people when they approach you?”

“I certainly do when they are people I don't know and they come with a bunch of fangirls.“ You guesture to the women still stood by the counter, half of which were buying drinks with the other half watching your interaction closely.

“Hey, it's not like I invited them. They just seem to appear wherever I go these days.” he seemed embarrassed by them

“You are literally an S-Rank Hunter with superhuman speed, just lose them.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To you, it was.

“It's not that easy.” Apparently you were wrong, “One of them sees me and they post it on social media and suddenly there's a whole group of them. Had to stop them from following me in to a Gate the other day they were so oblivious to their surroundings.” There was a weird combination of a laugh and a head shake in disbelief of the people that fawn over him.

“Too many fan girls and not enough time.” You put on a fake pouty face

“I'd like to set the record straight right now,” He was suddenly serious, his eyes burning into you. “I don't want these fangirls. I never asked for this, and the sooner it calms down, the better. I much preferred being in complete obscurity, but it is what it is, and I have to deal with it.”

“Sure, whatever, I've never met a guy that wouldn't love that attention, so forgive me for not taking what you say at face value.” With renewed energy to turn to leave, only to have your progress stopped by a hand on your arm. Gasps from the fangirls filter across the room, you look down at the hand on your arm before moving your gaze to the face of the man holding you, it took all your will to stop your eyes from glowing green like you know they did when your power was close to the surface.

“I know it's difficult to understand but I would appreciate it if you gave me the benefit of the doubt. At least until you know me.” His eyes were soft, despite not being privy to his feelings you felt like he was being sincere in his confession. He lowered his voice so only you could hear it, it was strangely intimate, “You’ve been on my mind since that night 6 months ago. There was something about you then and there's something about you now, that draws me to you. I want to know you, what you think, what you feel. I want to know what makes you tick. But you have to let me in. I don't know why you don't trust but I promise you, I am someone you can trust.” You snort, unable to stop yourself. His brows furrow in confusion. You rip you arm out of his grip and sneer at him as you walk away.

“I know you plenty.”

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silent-sanctum · 1 year ago

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Your last fics tearing my hearts apart😭😭Anyways may I request jotaro kujo with a pregnant s/o? He probably would be defensive like that time when Holly got the fever

Ah yes! We have another 2-for-1 special! But let's make it a list of headcanons to switch things up 😉This one's for @lolsandlmaos and anon, and let me just say, yes; I love writing wholesome dadtaro content and I'm glad the audience likes some wholesome dadtaro content too. So, hope you enjoy! ♡

Before I start, can we all just silently agree that Jotaro really just wanted a family of his own canonically?

Think about it, we know he isn't the type to sleep around at random. What if the man wanted what his grandparents had and live a life without the Stand bs? The fact he found somebody and had a kid with her tells us that he tried to make it work, but we know that it didn't as we see in the series.

"I've always cherished you"

He wanted that life. He wanted to be a good father to his daughter. But he couldn't because of the family curse.

Anyways! Let's forget the canon for a moment and delve into some wholesome headcanons!

When he first heard the news, he was pleasantly surprised that he couldn't speak for a solid minute. He simply stared at you with wide eyes and stunned silence.

Later that day, the man is glued to your side holding you in his arms and he's uncharacteristically showing affection: He's nuzzling your neck, planting kisses wherever he could, gently swaying you back and forth, and most importantly, he's often caressing your flat tummy.

Now that's done with, Jotaro's already gone into Papa Wolf mode as early as the first weeks

He knows he isn't the sunny Golden Retriever type of guy like his grandfather or great-grandfather, so he isn't naturally attuned to being a first-time dad. Lowkey, he's anxious he might end up as a shitty husband in the process.

But what he does know is that he loves to research, is adaptable, and is a quick learner

He begins to visit the nearby library and study "maternal and child care". Then proceeds to go over what to do for each trimester, he studies proper diet and eating patterns for pregnant partners, and studiously digests a whole book's worth of "How to be a Good Father".

Being in this mode also means he naturally becomes protective of you. He makes sure that he has time for you and your needs. Want to go anywhere out of the house? He'll be accompanying you there. No doubt.

If anyone even remotely makes a rude remark about you, Star Platinum has already punched their teeth out.

If you thought Jotaro couldn't cook, then think again because when his partner is pregnant, you bet your ass that he'll learn how to cook faster than you expected him to.

At first, he's still working on the basics like knowing what ingredients and kitchen paraphernalia should be used. He has a recipe book or two propped up for him to skim over and study. He even calls Holly for cooking tutorials when he feels like he's hit a learning slump. His mother has already booked a ticket to your place and immediately teaches her son numerous cooking lessons

Weeks later, you're surprised that Jotaro has become a natural in the kitchen, being able to dish out your favorites with seemingly no issue. It turns out that while Jotaro did most of the work, he had Star assist him with the "finer" stuff (i.e. measurements, cutting, etc.)

Suffice it to say, he takes pride in himself that he can now make you smile with his newfound talent.

Then there are the cravings. Of course, when you ask him to buy the most random food combinations, Jotaro would simply say "okay" and buy them anyway, as long as the food choices weren't harmful to you and the baby. He'd also give you food even if you asked him in the ass crack of morning.

Anything to make you happy after all

When it comes to building the nursery, Jotaro leaves you to do the interior designing and aesthetic choices since he's shit at that. But when the furniture arrives in their boxes, then it's time for him to step in and does all the arranging, moving, and assembling for you. Have a planned layout? He'll follow them. Want the walls painted a certain color? No problem.

After you planned everything out and he finished his tasks, the nursery ended up being marine-themed with all the pastel blues and aquatic decor like sea animal plushies, a shell lamp, glow-in-the-dark fish wall stickers, and more bringing life to the place.

Remember when I said he'd do work, yeah he'll do the work. House husband style. He'll do the chores and let you rest, grumpily insisting you sit and relax when you try to convince him that you can do the lighter tasks.

From time to time, when both of you aren't doing anything, Jotaro would occasionally turn to your round stomach and reach forward to caress it, blushing as he does so.

Then a kick happens and the man's fully attuned to you in awe. On the outside, he's still a calm dude but deep down, he's so excited that the baby responded to his touch. You ended up scooting closer to him, seeking cuddles while he reciprocates as he still continues to stroke your tummy.

Jotaro, at this point in his life, has the patience of a monk towards his loved ones, so when the mommy mood swings kick in, he is more than ready to adapt to your every emotional breakdown even if he's just going to be there to either take it, calm you, or comfort you in silence

That also includes the part where you become horny. Of course, he'll be gentler with you during this time of your pregnancy, but he can't help but include a few rough bucks of his hip when he's about to go off the edge.

Other times, just touching you can help ease that heightened libido

He'll immediately drive you to the hospital once your water breaks. He'll wait with you throughout labor, hoping his soft caresses are enough to make up for his lack of comforting words. At times, Star will come out to help him distract you from the contractions.

He'd pace around outside the delivery room, anxious with his mind already overthinking what bad could happen to you and the baby. It's a good thing Holly is there to help reassure her son that his wife and child would be okay.

When Jotaro finally gets to visit, his eyes land on the swaddled little one in her tiny crib stationed beside your bed. He beelines straight to it and pauses in complete awe at the tiny baby cooing before him.

You can't help but giggle as your husband's eyes start to water as he gingerly reaches down to pick up his newborn daughter. He's still in awe, completely fixated on baby Jolyne.

Then after he sits down on the chair by your bedside, he brings his index to touch her and his heart skips a beat when the baby grasps it with her whole hand.

And the waterworks are broken and he ends up leaning against your side while you nuzzle against him as he tries to regain composure from tearing up so much from seeing and feeling his bundle of joy.

Admittedly, Jotaro is scared about whether he'd do a good job being a father, but to both you and himself, he promises that he'll do his damn best.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro headcanons #jojo headcanons

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mxbo · 10 months ago

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I couldn't fit the tutorial on a reply lmao, here's a full post explaining my process :]]

STAMP TUTORIAL (TF2 edition, but works for everything)

99% of the process is done on the website ezgif. Ezgif carries the stamp-making process lmao

1. Get your GIF

Tenor: Ok place to grab your GIFs. Average quality of the GIFs is good enough, and looks ok when resized to the size of the stamp. You'll find like 1 normal GIF every 4 buff characters GIF tho.

GIPHY: Average quality of the GIF is better (I don't think the web compresses the GIFs that are uploaded)… If you find what you're looking for. You'll have to SCROLL before finding what you're looking for because there are always non-related GIFs on the top of your searches or the same GIF multiple times, it's crazy.

makeagif: You will find cool GIFs, but the quality is pretty low (I think the web itself compresses the GIFs a lot). It looks bad even when resized down. And it has a watermark, which I recommend cropping because it's not even visible when resized, it just looks like a gray blob on the corner.

Google: Best option by far, quality is pretty good and the ratio of “things I was looking for/things I actually find” is SLIGHTLY in favor of “things I was looking for” (and most of “things I actually find” are just the characters rotating, not NSFW, so that's only a nice change from Tenor). You won't have to scroll much to see different and interesting GIFs. JUST REMEMBER TO FILTER BY GIFS.

You search whatever > Images > Tools > Type > GIF

Make it on your own: Aka, you download your video, go to ezgif's “Video to GIF” (then you can crop it, CUT IT. THIS IS IMPORTANT, YOU DON'T NEED TO GO ANYWHERE ELSE TO CUT YOUR CLIP, YOU CAN DO IT ON EZGIF ITSELF). Ok, I lied, it wasn't Google, this is the best oftion by far. You get exactly what you want, the best quality if you don't compress it much until after the GIF has been resized into the size of a stamp… It's just super time-consuming, and you'll have to spend like an entire hour just watching a video to find the clips.

OK, I HAVE MY GIF NOW

Hehe, his legs go pipupipu

2. Resize

Go to ezgif, this is where the fun begins (if you weren't on ezgif already). You download your GIF, or copy the link and insert it, or you'll have it there if you made it yourself.

A STAMP MAKES 99px × 56px

THE INNER PART OF THE STAMP MAKES 91px × 47px

I RECOMMEND MAKING YOUR GIF 92px × 48px

BTW, THESE MEASURES ARE FOR THE TEMPLATE I'LL GIVE YOU LATER. If you use another template, just go to an image editor and see what the inner size of the stamp is.

So, you set your GIF's width to 92px.

Then crop it, so your height is 48px.

Or you can resize it so it's directly 92px × 48px, but the crop will be in the center, and SOMETIMES YOU DON'T WANT THAT.

For example:

It's a vertical GIF whose area of interest is not in the center, so if we resize it directly-

oops-

ANYWAY

Once you have your GIF resized:

IMPORTANT: BEFORE THE NEXT STEP, REMEMBER TO CONVERT TO GIF IF THE FILE YOU'RE WORKING ON ISN'T A GIF ALREADY

Sometimes you'll be working with a webp without even noticing (EW, I hate webp) and transparencies don't work particularly well with that extension.

3. Overlay

Click on this icon.

Ok, now that that's fixed:

Extend the size of the canvas.

Select your template and Upload image!

This is the template, btw.

Then move the overlay around until it contains the GIF nicely, or just set Left to 43, Top to 20 and Generate image! (I have these numbers memorized, it saves you like 20 seconds lmao)

Also, again, these numbers work on MY template, if you use another one, you'll have to figure it out yourself.

4. Crop

THIS OPTION IS A TIME-SAVER FR

5. Optimize (optional, highly recommend)

I always set my optimization method to Lossy GIF and level 10 because I find that there is no quality loss, and the file size might drop by 30%-70% (actually crazy). These percentages don't change much in higher compressions, even though you'll start seeing a drop in quality around level 35 of compression (the default).

6. Save

YIPPE!!! Your stamp is done :D

You can save it and look at it and place it on your profile or website.

Here it is btw, in case someone wanted it :]] The Sniper GIF but correctly cropped and made into a stamp as well.

Now do that another… eleven times, and you'll have a stamp pack to make into a Tumblr post... Oof TT

There's no website that lets you make stamps faster lmao (I wish)

@sir-broken-bones (I'm @ them so they actually see it, I made this tutorial for them after all lol)

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #stamps #da stamps #tutorial #graphics #old graphics #neocities #old web graphics #old web

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dearwhs · 3 months ago

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✶ i'd get you ∿ psh . . . 박성호

⨳ genre: angst (i tried ☝️) wc: 1.1k warnings: mentions of family conflict towards the end ! selfless sungho (MY BABIEEE)

⨳ notes: was the angst angsting 🔥 first sungho fic and its angst 😭 my poor baby i love him sm– i'll cook him a cute fic soon :3

⨳ now playing: nobody gets me

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every time your world would fall apart, sungho would always try to fix it as much as he could, helping you stick back the pieces together. when you would find out your crush likes somebody else, sungho would always comfort you, making your tears drift away—making sure you end your little ranting session with a bright smile. when your furniture would arrive, you'd have no clue how to build it whatsoever despite reading the instructions a billion times, even flipping it over and over again. you'd even search on google and watch on youtube for tutorials, but you'd always fail without a doubt, and of course sungho would always be there along with his handy tools. when you'd call him at 1am, he'd answer immediately. you don't even get to see the way his phone's ringtone filled up the whole room, his eyes barely opened, yet you're already in a call with him, and he just woke up, freshly yawning. it was always him, and yet... it was never him.

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as for sungho, you were never a bother to him at all. instead, he'd be playing fifa with riwoo but the moment his phone dings, he'd immediately check who the notification was from. and if it's your name that popped up, he'd stand up as fast as he could that you'd barely see him go. "jaehyun! go play for me for a second!" and in a blink of an eye, he's already running to his room, replying to your messages in an instant as he takes his things.

yn 💗: sunghooo! how do i unclog... the toilet...?

you: yn... what? i'm omw

yn 💗: hehe the door's open! 🫡

his reply seemed nonchalant but oh. he was beaming with excitement, his smile visibly seen spreading across his whole face.

you were his safe haven. his comfort zone. his home. his everything. he wouldn't risk anything to lose you, even if it deeply pains him inside—but it doesn't matter anyways, as long as he was with you.

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sungho pops up right at your door, headed straight to the bathroom. he sees you stumbling everywhere, trying your best to find your way to unclog it. sungho chuckled at you, giving a light knock on the bathroom door. "SUNGHOOOO! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!!" your face lit up at his presence. you looked like you were about to cry as you sniffle, wiping what about to be your stress-tears off.

typical sungho gets the job done in a second. you jumped at him, sincerely thanking him as much as you could, even casually throwing him an "i love you so much!" though, it didn't mean what he wanted it to mean—hearing it made his day anyway.

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as you two were preparing to leave and join your friends for dinner, you were rummaging your room trying to find the bracelet you deeply treasured. sungho came behind you, tapping your back—and to your surprise, he's holding the bracelet you were desperately trying to find. "oh– sungho! you found it! thanks for saving me the trouble.. i couldn't remember where i last placed it heh." sungho just gives you a gentle smile as he secures the bracelet on your wrist. "you always leave it on your bedside table, yn." the two of you just laughed off your silly mistake of forgetting things easily and continued getting ready to leave.

sungho's like that. he knows more a lot about you more than you do because you're the most special person in his life. he knows the way you'd cry almost immediately the moment you see an emotional scene in a movie—he'd prepare the tissue right away. the way he'd always give you a call to make sure you're not sleeping again whilst doing your homework, which you always do. the way he knows you don't like any kind of nuts in your ice cream, so he tries to check if the ice cream contains any before buying it for you. or the way you screech the moment you see the cutest little stray cat—which sungho would always warn you first to be careful not to get scratched. he knew the smallest details about you, yet you just think that's how friends treated each other, just how sungho is.

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it's 11:16pm, sungho's in a deep heavy sleep– his phone rings and he's immediately awake. as he was groaning, you in were silent for at least a few seconds before deciding to finally speak up, "sungho, i.. need you right now.. can you please come over..?" you sniffled. the pain in your voice was so obvious and that worried sungho.

knock knock, he was already there at your door. you hugged him, but that didn't matter to him at the moment, what mattered to him is the reason why you were crying nonstop. it was a sight that'll always hurt him—you sobbing.

"everything's a mess... i just fought with my parents again... it's so frustrating. i really didn't mean to blow up on them.." sungho just hushed you, telling you it's gonna be okay, it was the chance he could finally hug you tightly without a reason, without holding back. you cover your face as it was a mess, tears were everywhere, and it seems like your whine isn't going to stop anytime sooner. you were just in a very vulnerable moment, in between your broken cries, you continue to vent to him, letting out all your problems. "... they just don't get me." sungho at this point was trying to muster his courage to let out these words, "i'd get you, y/n. even when no one else would." he hoped these words doesn't turn the line between you two a glass—that his feelings would be see-through. he simply doesn't want to over-complicate the friendship you two have. being friends is enough for him.

without a thought, you just tried to smile lightly at him. his words comforted you. but for you, that's all—it was just some comforting words to make you feel better. you don't see the deeper meaning behind his words, not knowing that's the best he could've done to hold back, to say what he really meant. "i know, sungho. and i'm thankful for that." and that lit a tiny bit of hope in him, but you didn't mean it the way he wished you did.

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yeah, it pains sungho—a huge amount. but he just couldn't bare leaving you. at the end of the day, even with the amount of "i love you" you shot at him—all feeling like bullets piercing right through his heart, he still wouldn't.

if the only way to stay by your side is to lock his feelings away forever, then so be it. he'd rather stay with you for 400 years, rather than taking the risk of possibly losing you permanently.

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if you liked this, a like, reblog, or comment is highly appreciated, thank you! ><

#bnd imagines #bnd au #bnd sungho #sungho angst #boynextdoor #bnd x reader #bnd #sungho x reader #sungho #dearwhs

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greencloakedfae · 1 year ago

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Nell's Shirt Recreation

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Alright, being a Renegade Nell fan and a historical fashion fan has unsurprisingly led me down the rabbit hole of their costuming. So, I'm recreating Nell's shirt best I can, cause gender envy :D

I'm also gonna try document my progress as I love to infodump and a few people on the renegade nell discord server have asked me to lmao. This post is gonna be about planning, drafting and cutting!

Planning:

Above is my collection of screenshots (and gifs u can find if you search #sewing reference on my blog) from a rewatch of the show, with notes about construction details. I am so sorry about my handwriting, but if anyone is curious about anything they can't read please ask and I will happily provide.

The rundown though, is that it's a classic 18th century men's shirt, which you can find countless tutorials for if you want to make one that isn't so specifically Nell's.

There are a number of key details to note that are specific to this shirt however. The sizing of the shirt is a bit abnormal to the brief research I've done, with Nell's gussets (the triangle under the arm that allows movement) being a bit larger than what's to be expected, as well as the length being extremely long compared to other men's shirts. Eg:

(Credit indigomood for the gif, my phone couldn't handle searching for it in gifs so I had to download it)

Which, would make sense for a shirt she's taken from her late husband, but the sleeves are so fitted perfectly to her arm length, that I'm gonna just chalk these up as a mix of design choices for the comfort of Lousia when filming and giving the illusion of an oversized shirt.

Also, the cuffs and collar have a simple embroidery edging to them which I love. They have most likely been done on a modern machine, but we can cut Tom Pye some slack with the rest of the amazing work he's done. It looks like a zigzag stitch, with a straight stitch running on the side closest to the edge.

Also also, if anyone has seen Bernadette Banners pirate shirt tutorial, the sleeves and collar have less fabric and as a result less gathering. It's also mostly situated at the very tops of the shoulder, rather than all around the arms eye.

Alrightly onto the pattern drafting:

The Pattern:

The first image is a not-to-scale sketch up of all the pattern pieces, with my estimation of measurements (with about 1cm seam allowance idk I learnt to sew without a sewing machine and this project isn't very fussy) for each piece, as well as some short notes for how I got some of the measurements. The second image is just a guide/plan of how to lay each piece out on my fabric with minimal waste, and will be different for each person if yall attempt this.

I'm ngl, I snatched Bernadette's pattern as a base, cause I've made that shirt before. The measurements also are a weird mix of the guides given in Bernadette's video, a great informative comment on the video by musikkfreaken342, and a general taking measurements of my own body (which is a similar body type to Nell's) and seeing how they compare to the photo references. I wish I could give more guidance here but I'm ngl I went based on vibes for most of this.

*Note: despite how long Nell's shirt appears to be in that Billy intro scene, I'm going to run on the assumption that the length was for actor comfort, and will be cutting mine shorter.

Also, ignore the neck slit lining/reinforcement for now. Idk how I'm doing that yet... so yeah.

Alright!! Moving onto actually cutting out the fabric!

Cutting the Fabric:

Historically these shirts are made from linen (and sometimes cotton I think?). Great material: looks great, breaths easy, whips sweat away from the skin to protect your outer layers.

I've personally chosen a lightweight linen/rayon blend, cause it's soft and I don't have the money for full linen. Def recommend a lightweight linen if possible for these shirts, it just works out nicer and comfier.

However, with linen comes the challenges of cutting everything out straight. As you may have noticed, all our pattern pieces are rectangles, and it's very important to cut these as straight as possible for the shirt to drape properly. As such, I've used a method called drawing threads, where you pull one thread out to make a guide to cut along.

You can skip the next few photos if you are not actually interested in sewing techniques and just want to see Nell's shirt.

First measure your piece. I've placed pins in where I want to cut.

From there, I have cut a little notch, and separated out a thread.

Here comes the tedious task of pulling on the thread until you end up with a gap in the weave! The thread will break on you countless times and you have to be patient I'm so sorry.

You then cut along that line to end up with perfectly rectangular pieces. I also recommend doing each piece either individually or in small groups.

Okay end of needless tutorial about cutting linen!!!

At the end of this whole process, I've ended up with all my pieces :D

The collar slit reinforcement piece is just a scrap piece of fabric rn. Like I said idk what I'm doing for that yet.

Thats what I have for now! I'm lowkey planning on sewing most of this by hand, cause I'm that sort of person, so it might be a moment before I have a substantial update for if anyone is actually a fraction of the interested in this as I am sjfjskf.

#if anyone gets to the bottom of this post ilysm #nell jackson #costume recreation #renegade nell #sewing #cosplay

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cass-windfeild · 8 months ago

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Star stable Creepypasta: Staring Horse

At last, my sso creepypasta is complete! Sorry it took a while, work and Halloween preparation got in the way. But, as promised, it is ready for Halloween!

As stated before, this isnt going to be anything spectacular. Ive never written anything horror related before, and while I tried to do my own thing, I was mostly inspired by creepypastas like Ben Drowned, Sonic.exe, and lot of WildCraft creepypastas Ive been listening to. Its also mostly just a very edited first draft. This was more or less a test of my skills.

As a warning, there is no gore or blood in this, however there is a description of a pretty messed up horse model that may or may not be considered body horror, as well as mentions of a possible mental break? Not 100% sure, but I want to cover my bases.

Without further adieu, enjoy.

And Happy Halloween!

I've never really been obsessed with video games.

That's not to say I don't like them, or even that I don't play them. I game quite a bit in my free time, from action packed first person shooters, to emotional story driven games, even relaxing farming and life simulators. I've always tried to be open to all kinds of games. However, the issue is I never seem to stay interested. I tend to hyperfocus on specific games for weeks, even months at a time, and then, eventually, I just put it down one day, and don't come back. I just tend to lose interest, be it in the story, the mechanics, the characters. I just get bored and move on to new things.

Except for one game.

Star Stable Online. An open world MMORPG horse game where you can create a character, buy horses of varying breeds, coat colours, and patterns, train your horses in races or a variety of other disciplines, talk with friends, join clubs, dress up your character and horses, and complete story quests to save the world and learn about the island. Everything an equine crazed individual like myself could ask for in a horse game. Out of all the games I played in my life, Star Stable was the one that seemed to have a constant grip on my psyche.

It started out as just a way to finally unleash my love of horses, an obsession that had started as a child and only increased in my late teens, without shame or judgement. But over time, it became so much more. It became my comfort. My way to cope with all trials and tribulations of everyday life. No matter how mentally straining school was, how exhausting work was, or how bad my mental state was at any given time, so long as I had wifi, my laptop, and the will to stay awake into the dead of night, I had my escape. I could let my mind wander to a world where I wasn't alone or stressed. Where there was no homework that made me feel like I was going insane, no entitled or argumentative customers, no overbearing managers. Just me and my horses exploring the island of Jorvik, saving the world from evil organisations and dark magic, and living peacefully, knowing the real world couldn't hurt us here.

At least, until recently.

In the game, there are certain areas of the game that are closed off, having both invisible and physical walls around them to prevent players from getting in. They're either areas that aren't done yet, or ones that just never ended up opening up. Not that that stopped anyone though. If there's any area people know they're not supposed to go, they're gonna do everything in their power to get there. This is usually done through knowing the layout of the land, knowing what steps to take, and, often, getting a bit creative. There's countless tutorials online of how to get into closed off areas. Some are no longer working due to patches in the game, but finding one that still works is never too difficult. On days when there are no quests or special events, and training starts to feel repetitive, I've taken to testing these glitches and seeing just how efficient they are. I've glitched into Ashland, Devils Gap, Marchengast Castle, Cape Point, the typical areas that seem of interest to players. I even started trying the techniques in other areas to see if I could glitch myself somewhere no one had seen yet, though my efforts have so far seemed to be in vain.

Late one night, I was attempting to glitch into Mystic valley, like I had before, in hopes of getting some nice photos. I jumped out of the Secret Stone Circle and fell into the purple haze as usual, when I heard a familiar whinny, followed by a black screen with the text “Your horse was badly hurt.”. Great. I must've messed something up, I figured.I waited for my screen to return, expecting I'd be transported back to my home stable and have to start the glitch all over again. But to my surprise, when it did, I was in the Mystic Valley, as though I'd successfully made the fall, only, the area was now covered in a thick fog, like when you entered the Mirror Marshes.

I suspected that it was a glitch, or maybe the area had been updated. Hoping to find something new, I rode around a bit, checking all the edges and open space of the area. But after around 15 minutes running around and bumping into invisible walls, I still found that everything seemed normal. Just the same old rolling hills, sparsely placed bushes and trees, and occasional unfinished textures. After a while, I grew bored, and just started looking for some nice photo spots instead. But as I rode past an indented area in the mountain, I saw something I hadn't before. Something white amongst the trees and shrubs that was just barely visible through the fog. A horse. A grey horse with a black mane, standing perfectly still near the base of the mountain.

I had seen plenty of unused or work in progress models hidden in supposedly unreachable areas to keep them out of sight from players, and although I'd never seen one in Mystic Valley before, that's what I suspected it was. Possibly a new NPC horse or even an unreleased breed or colour the developers had been testing. I tried to get closer to see it better, but was blocked by an invisible wall that hadn't been there the last time I visited. Of course, they had to block off the most interesting thing in the area. I tried a few times to pass the wall, but no matter the angle or area, my horse halted and reared in refusal. I was giving up hope of getting any closer, so I resorted to just taking a photo and zooming in as much as possible. I got off my horse in the slim hope that I could get a little closer for a better angle. Only, this time, the wall didn't stop me. My horse couldn't pass, but I could walk on foot as close as I wanted. It was odd, but I wasnt about to question it.

I started approaching, but the closer I got, the more I realised how odd this horse looked. It didn't look like any breed of horse in the game, or like any breed I knew of. Everything looked… wrong. Like a bunch of different horses merged into one. Its legs were thin and long like a saddlebred, but its body was thick and wide like an ardennes or Jorvik wild horse. Its neck looked like that of the friesian, but it was bent down at an odd angle, like its head was being forcefully pulled against its chest. Its long, dark mane looked twisted and tangled, like a longer version of the mustangs. But what was the most disturbing was its face. It looked like it meant to be shaped like an Arabian, but the eyes were all… wrong. They were angled far more forward than they should have been, placing them more on the front of the face than more to the sides. Not only that, but the eyes themselves looked inverted, making it appear as though there were instead two hollowed out sockets in their place. Even the shading made it seem as though that was the original intent. Everything about this horse was downright creepy. Why the hell would SSE make something like this?

I decided to take a picture and see if anyone online knew anything about this eerie horse or if they had any idea why it looked like this. I pressed the photo button, but the second I entered photo mode, the horse vanished as though it wasn't even there. Was SSO so determined to hide this thing that they even hid it from the photo mode?

Not wanting to leave without evidence of this thing, I resorted to screenshots, taking a few photos before clicking out of the game to check the folder. But when I did, what I saw made no sense. In every screenshot I took, I saw my character, the area, the fog, even my own horse in some shots… but not the NPC horse. How was that even possible? The screenshots weren't in game, they should have just captured what was on the screen. I clicked back to the game to try again, but completely froze.

The horse had moved. It's neck twisted at a harsh angle, as though it had been broken in half. Its previously hollow indents of eyes now had two small pinpricks of light at their centre, barely big enough to make out. And with those tiny dots that made up its eyes, it started.

It started at me.

Not my character.

Me.

Have you ever had someone stare at you so intensely that, even if you had your back to them, you could feel it? Like an almost primal instinct kicks in to warn you that there's danger and to prepare to defend yourself. The moment you notice, you get this split second where your body freezes up, and everything around you goes numb except for that feeling of a pair of eyes. That's what I felt when I saw that things eyes staring back into mine through my computer screen. Those hollow eyes felt as though it was staring straight through to my very soul, making my blood run cold. I wanted to move, to scream, to do anything, but I felt frozen in place, as though that things cold, unblinking stare had me trapped. As I stared, I began to hear the faintest sound in the back of my mind. Almost like a raspy, gargled breathing. The longer it stared, the louder the sound got, slowly becoming the only thing I could hear. As though, even without moving, it was drawing closer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I managed to snap out of my frozen state, quickly slamming my laptop shut, not even caring in the moment if it broke. The second I did, everything stopped, and I found myself gasping for air despite not even realising I had been holding my breath. My eyes flickered around the room, instinctually looking around the room for danger. After a few minutes, I managed to calm myself down a bit. My body trembled as I became drenched in a cold sweat, and questions ran through my mind faster than I could even process any kind of answer.

What the fuck was all that? Why did it feel like that thing was actually staring at me? Like it was actually in my room? What was that messed up breathing sound? Why was that disturbing thing in a game targeted at kids? What the hell was going on? The questions, as well as the lingering adrenaline and paranoia of what just happened, kept me up the rest of the night. My eyes cautiously scanned the darkness, as though that thing would creep around the corner at any moment, until sunlight finally poured in the windows of my room.

I went about my day in an exhausted haze, still mulling over what happened as I tried to find a logical answer. I just couldn't stop thinking about it. Was it a glitched horse model? Or a new scare tactic to keep people from glitching into areas they weren't supposed to, like the old anti-pirating screens of old video games? Maybe even an early model of a new Halloween horse? But why was I so freaked out by it? It was just a pixelated horse in a video game, but when it stared at me, it felt so terrifyingly real, like it would crawl out of the screen or even like it was already in the room with me. Maybe I was just tired from staying up late so often, and I was starting to become paranoid because of it?

The more I thought it over, the more I managed to convince myself. Of course it wasn't staring at me. It was probably just a glitch. Just a bunch of pixels on a screen. It wasn't real. Hell, maybe it wasn't even as scary looking as I thought. My brain was probably just experiencing hallucinations from lack of sleep. That had to be it, right?

Besides, even if that thing was real and as scary as I thought, I wasn't going to let it stop me from playing my favourite game.

That night, after I had dinner and finished my homework, I turned on my computer (which, thankfully, was not broken from the rough treatment last night), and logged on to Star stable again. As I waited for the site to load, I couldn't help but wonder. What if it was real? What if I loaded into Mystic Valley again, and that thing was still there? What if I froze up again? I pushed the feeling away. I had already left the lights on to ease this ridiculous fear, I wasn't backing down. It was just a stupid creepy horse in a video game. It was fake. I was safe. The game opened with the familiar welcoming ring, and I was thankful to see I was back in front of my home stable, and there was no glitched NPC horse anywhere to be seen. I sighed in relief. It was all just in my mind.

I spent the next few hours training my lower level horse, completing race after race as I made my way across the map like always. I even competed in a few championships, despite being one of the only people online at that time of night. However, I couldn't shake this eerie feeling. Everything was normal, but I kept feeling as though I wasn't alone. Like there was always someone or something watching me from just out of my line of sight, and whenever I looked around, it would disappear. I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was my imagination or that I was still just anxious from everything.

At around 4 am, I had finished all the races and decided to call it a night. I called for pickup, and went to enter my stable. But after a few seconds of loading, I noticed something. There was no image of Maya walking through the stable to take care of the horses. Just a pitch black screen with no text. At first, I thought my computer had frozen, and I begrudgingly waited for the “Star Stable.EXE has stopped working” pop up. But, after a minute or so, the loading finished, and I was standing inside the stable. Only, my horse was gone. All of my horses were gone. Was my game crashing? I looked around briefly before clicking the stable button to see where my horse went.

What I saw made my breath catch in my throat. In place of every icon that was meant to be one of my horses was instead replaced by that same, deformed face of that horse, staring back at me with those dark, soulless eyes. And where my horses names should have been, was instead my name. My real name.

How was that even possible? I never used my real name anywhere on star stable, or anywhere online for that matter. I exited the stable menu, and there it was. That mangled, horrifying thing standing in the stable aisle staring at me. I felt my body tense, but I refused to let that thing trap me again. It's not real, I told myself. It's a glitch. That's all.

I pressed the exit button to quit the game, but nothing happened. I kept pressing, but no menu appeared. I started to panic as I heard the distorted breathing begin again, and as it did, I watched in horror as the horse's jaw slowly unhinged, stretching down towards the ground, revealing a set of sharp, fang-like teeth that lined its jaw. I felt its eyes burn into me, like a predator sizing up its prey before going for its throat. This wasn't in my head. This wasn't just a glitch. Whatever this thing was, it was real, it was sentient, and it wanted me. I kept clicking every button I could think of to get the game to close, but still, nothing worked. Even when I finally had enough and slammed my laptop closed again, I could still hear those tortured breaths getting louder and louder in my head. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, begging it to stop, to just go away, but still it persisted till I couldn't even hear my own panicked heartbeat over it.

I was about to scream out of pure fear and desperation when all of a sudden, it stopped. Just as quickly as the breathing had begun, it stopped, leaving me in the silence of my room. I sat motionless for a few moments before slowly opened my eyes, tears threatening to fall as I looked frantically around the room for any sign of danger, but all I saw was my lit bedroom and my computer all but tossed off my lap, teetering near the edge of the bed.

Was it over? Was that thing gone? I sat as still as possible for the longest time, as though waiting for something, anything to happen, but still, nothing. After what felt like hours, I mustered up the courage to reach for my computer. I had to know. Just a quick peak to make sure it was off and that that thing wouldn't come for me. Slowly, I lifted the screen, just enough that I could see the light of the screen.

Nothing.

Inch by inch, I opened the laptop fully, only to be met with a black screen. A sigh escaped me as I confirmed the computer had powered itself off after being closed. So long as I didn't log on to the game, that thing couldn't possibly get me.

But as moved to close it, my eyes caught sight of my reflection in the darkness of the screen.

And I saw it.

In the reflection was that long, grey, mangled face with its dead, hollow eyes staring motionless at me from the shadows, its jaw still unhinged like a snake.

The next thing I remember was my parents rushing into my room as I screamed bloody murder, thrashing violently as I tried to get away from that thing. They practically had to restrain me to get me to finally calm down. I cried in their arms as they frantically pushed for answere to figure out what had happened. When I tried to explain, they chalked it up to a night terror brought on by stress. The more I tried to insist it was real, the more they assured me it wasn't. I only stopped insisting when they started suggesting getting me psychological help and the idea that I was having a mental breakdown. I knew no one would believe me. Even if I got proof, what could they really do about any of this anyway?

It's been months since I last played Star Stable Online. Even the thought of logging on makes me feel anxiety build up in my chest. I want so desperately to have things back to the way they were. To just log on and forget the world again. And yet, I know that I never will. That thing didn't just traumatize me. It stole a part of me. It stole my comfort. My escape from the world. It stole that sense of peace and safety, a part of me I will never get back.

What's worse, it stole my sense of reasoning. I tried researching what I saw and asking around the community. I even emailed Star Stable Entertainment themselves, just hoping for any kind of answer, and still got nothing. I dont have an explanation for what happened or why it affected me so much.

I can't explain why it chose me, or how it was able to do what it did.

I can't explain why I still see it, or why it almost appears to be getting a bit closer everytime I see it in the corner of my eye.

I can't explain why every night since, the moment I start to fall asleep, I hear those same, horrid, gasping breaths in my ears, getting louder and louder.

And, no matter how hard I try, I can never explain why Ive started feeling a cold rush of air run down my neck in time with each breath.

#sso #star stable #star stable online #star stable creepypasta

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rookinthecrownest · 6 months ago

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Hii, I hope you’re doing great and have had a wonderful start to 2025! You already know I love all your DA fanworks because I’m yapping about them non stop 24/7 but since you’ve been posting more art lately (that latest Lucanis study was SO AMAZING 10000 out of 10 highly recommend staring at it forever), I wanted to ask you if you had any tips you’d be able to share for someone who wants to learn digital art (my delulu 2025 resolution is to try my hand at it lol, we’ll see how that goes): from best apps to use to techniques or anything you think could be useful. For context, I’m familiar with sketching and drawing on paper, but have never done digital art, so my question is less about the mechanics of drawing and more about the medium, if that makes sense. Thanks so much in advance!

Thank you for the ask! <3

AND TYSM FOR THE LOVE ON MY ART IT'S SO APPRECIATED!! ;-; <333

I'm so glad to hear you wanna get into digital art for 2025! I'm happy to share some things that helped me get into it and bits of wisdom I've picked up from others along the way.

Digital art is an awesome medium that gives you a TON of freedom to basically create whatever (so does traditional but obviously with a few more practical constraints like materials etc.) - that being said when you're first transitioning from traditional -> digital it can be a bit finicky. Give yourself a LOT of grace/patience because just getting the hang of the basic mechanics of digital art can be a steep learning curve (at least it was for me).

I'll put everything below the cut bc this will be long and full of rambling.

App Recommendations

Recommendations for apps depends on the kind of digital drawing you're going to be doing. I have an iPad so I can only really recommend apps for iPad lol.

If you have an iPad, I recommend Procreate - I love it, it's what I've been using for the last year or so. It's intuitive and fairly easy to pick up for beginners (and there's a TON of tutorials on Youtube on how to use it/intro to the software).

It's easy to download custom brushes/patterns/textures into the app. Procreate also does this neat thing where it automatically records all of your brush strokes so you can make process videos without having to go 'oh, I should screen record myself drawing this so I can play it back later!' <- nice for someone like me who is very forgetful lol.

I tried the adobe one too (forget what it's called), and I think Autodesk Sketchbook as well a long time ago but I didn't love them. I always go back to Procreate lol.

If you have a computer/PC set up then I assume you'd be working with a tablet. Apps for this kind of drawing would be things like Photoshop/Paint Tool Sai/Clip Studio Paint. I'd recommend watching a few Youtube speedpaints by artists who use these softwares to see how they function and if they would be a good fit for you but I don't have a tablet myself so I can't offer much guidance there.

The Right Tools for the Job

I don't know if you've ever heard this, but I used to hear it all the time. The tools/software shouldn't make a difference, a good artist can work with whatever they have available and make a masterpiece.

And this is true! For expert artists. I've seen some amazing artists pull off masterpieces in MS paint without layers/brush pressure sensitivity/etc.

This is not quite so true for novices (in my humble opinion and heavily coloured by my own experience).

When I first started using procreate and was just using the default brushes I hated absolutely everything I drew. Nothing looked right. I couldn't even make a simple sketch without hating it. It took me a long time to admit that the default brushes in Procreate were just not helping me create what I wanted to create, so I caved and started buying custom brush packs made by other artists. I'm not saying if you use Procreate you'll run into the same difficulty I had, just that if you do find yourself getting frustrated with the default brushes being hard to master at first, don't be like me and feel like an utter failure instead of finding the right tools to help you succeed.

I really like Jing Sketch's brushes, I use them ALL the time.

And now that I'm more experienced, I can use those default brushes and actually prefer them in some instances.

The Right People to Learn From

There's a ton of great artists out there who make digital art/general art tutorials, who I learned a lot from.

On Youtube, check out:

Sinix Design

Marc Brunet

ChrissaBug

On Instagram, check out Derek Domnic DSouza (lots of great content about Procreate in particular, but also just in general very helpful with digital art tips). He also does free workshops sometimes :)

And that's about everything I can think of! Hopefully that answers your question! <3

#asks #thank you for the ask!#always happy to chat about art and such #although i'm still very much a novice myself lol #hopefully this was helpful

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good-beanswrites · 1 year ago

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A little comedy drabble for @kyanako5972 in return for their very impressive musical skills! (The Jailbreak mix wouldn't have fit together without ya👍) Fuuta gets his hands on some slime... They've done some art for it here :3

[I couldn't think of something funny enough, but insert broadway bootleg Milgram Slime Tutorial joke here]

Fuuta was open-minded. Of course he was. He was the most open-minded guy here. He knew that vengeance could come in many shapes. Sometimes it took the form of beautiful, poetic violence. Sometimes it was cutting words and a grand victory. And other times, it appeared as sticky craft slime. You just had to have an open mind to see it.

Not everyone was in as receptive of a mood.

“A-are you sure it’s not a, a toy?” Haruka asked.

“It’s not.”

“B-but,” he pointed, “it’s --”

“No! It’s a weapon.”

“I don’t know if you know what a weapon is…” Amane looked down at the table. “You couldn’t have requested something a bit more… sharp?”

“Eh!? This is a pri-son. Like they’re gonna give me something like that. I’ve got to take matters into my own hands.”

To prove his point, he picked up his creation. The color wasn’t as flashy as the others’, but it held the perfect consistency for what he needed. It had taken some time to formulate the perfect plan of attack. There were rules he had to work around, after all. (No matter how open-minded he was, rules were rules.) There was a no-violence ban. Fuuta had already tested that one -- several times, actually -- and was sure he couldn’t get around it. Their requests were monitored, and it wasn’t as if he could go and order weapons. And then, even if he did get his hands on something truly dangerous, the original ban would stop him from using it. That left him with only one option.

“It’s definitely a toy. The others are playing with it.” It was true, Haruka, Muu and Yuno had their own colorful creations. Amane herself hadn’t grabbed any, though she sat with her eyes glued hungrily on the others’ projects. Her interest in it wasn’t helping Fuuta’s case.

“Exactly, it’s the perfect disguise! They’ll never see it coming.”

“There’s nothing to see coming…”

Muu poked at hers. “Look~ Mine’s cute and pink, see? I’m even going to add some glitter when Haruka’s finished with it.”

“I-I Uh, I think I added too much… sorry…” Haruka’s slime had lost all appealing texture, turned into a clumpy, sparkling mess.

Fuuta heaved the loudest sigh he could manage, but the others continued paying him no mind. He was doing this for them, shouldn’t they care? Es had slapped Haruka during his interrogation, for god’s sake! That was child abuse! Yuno was only a year older and returned from her interrogation with complaints of violence! And Fuuta --! Well, he actually hadn’t experienced any of that, but that didn’t matter. No hero of justice would let all that go unpunished.

His moment came quicker than expected. He’d planned on ambushing Es coming in or out of their room, but they surprised everyone by coming into the common area. It was fate.

“I heard you all were playing with some crafts in here.”

Amane glanced at Fuuta. He shot her a look back that meant “don’t say a single word.” His exaggerated expression only drew Es’ attention.

“Something to say, prisoner three?”

“Yeah!” He wound up his arm.

He had an open mind, but not necessarily a quick one. With more time, he could have come up with a righteous cry, something along the lines of: “this is for Haruka and Yuno, you damned scoundrel!” Or even: “meet your judgment, tyrant!”

But as the slime came careening toward’s Es’ face, the only thing he managed was, “fuck you!”

Splat.

The common room fell silent. Fuuta froze. The slime had hit its mark perfectly. It hit Es squarely on the side of the head. It splattered onto their hat. A good deal had tangled itself in their hair. It oozed toward their shoulder, clumps falling onto the uniform. As they tried to wipe it from their face, the material clung to their gloves, getting stuck between their fingers.

Their eyes moved slowly from their ruined clothes to Fuuta’s still outstretched hand, to his face. “I see.”

They turned on their heel and left.

“That’ll teach ya!” He called out, a moment too late after they’d gone. He turned to Amane, who was watching with a mix of amusement and disappointment. “There’s no way that stuff’s washing out easy. Maybe they’ll have to put on a spare uniform in the meantime.”

“You shouldn’t have made them so mad,” she said.

“Pah! What’s the brat gonna do? Name me guilty over it?”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #es #amane momose #thank you for your help!!! i was just expecting a few little pointers and you had whole pictures and thorough info -- im so grateful ;-;#(and so impressed >:0)#not pictured here: es sitting dejected in their room because it really doesnt wash out easily and they have to tell jackalope what happened #that OR they have a closet comically full of identical uniforms and return in like five minutes perfectly clean and it makes fuuta So Mad 😂#at first i kept getting off topic and focusing too much on the others but i think haruka would find the slime very soothing :')#muu would make a bright green one at one point making es do a double take #alternate version where fuuta tells amane she can get back at shidou in the same way and she gets to play with slime as well 👏✨#fuuta 'this is a pri-son' kajiyama.....#i love the thought of him having all these dramatic visions of knights and righteousness and absolutely none of it translating irl #hes just so very uncool and i love him for it 😌#im excited for the ice cream request -- ive been toying around with possibilities...#drabbles

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simping4villains · 2 years ago

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As requested, here’s the fourth chapter of my latest Shiggy fic, Losing Streak. I update more regularly on Wattpad and ao3, so check there for more chapters! I’m also happy to take requests so dm me if you’ve got one <3

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Warning: Sexual content, non-con elements

You decided to skip the rest of your classes that day. It wasn't like you could've actually focused anyway. You received a few concerned replies from your professors after your initial email letting them know you'd be absent. It wasn't like you to miss a lecture.

You laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon. You didn't even bother getting up to turn a light on once the sun had set, instead letting your bedroom remain dimly lit by the blue light of your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through social media. It was a pathetic attempt to try and distract yourself from what you'd be doing later that night.

No matter how many hair tutorials and life hack videos you watched, you still couldn't shake the questions that bounced around inside your head. How did those photos come into existence? How could you stop them from being spread? And, most importantly, was there a way to do it without having to fuck Shigaraki?

You weren't sure what was worse: the thought of having sex with him or the very real possibility that you might've done it already. That was what the photos led you to believe, anyway.

A knock sounded at your door. You didn't respond, but Hana let herself in anyway.

"You're still in bed? You should be getting ready."

She was right. You had to leave soon. Though it wasn't like Shigaraki struck you as the kind of guy who'd care if you put any effort into your appearance or not. He had demanded a blowjob from you while you were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, after all.

"The guys are going to be here soon."

You looked up at her, confused. "The guys?"

"Oh my god. Don't tell me you forgot?"

"What?"

"The party? The one we're hosting in like twenty minutes?"

"Party? I thought it was just the two teams coming over."

"It is, but you know how the guys can get."'

You did, which is exactly why you hadn't wanted them in your home in the first place. At least this meant your time with Shigaraki would have a silver lining—that you would have an excuse to miss all the 'fun.'

"I won't be around tonight," you told her.

"What? But when I asked the other day you said you were free. What are you doing?"

"I'm supposed to meet up with Shigaraki."

You hoped you'd said it casually enough that she'd connect a different set of dots and think the two of you were just studying. She took the bait.

"On a Friday night? Just cancel! We have so much time left for those stupid projects anyway."

"I can't. It's important."

"More important than bonding with your team? Don't you want to make captain next year?"

You did. Hana was a year above you, and before she graduated she'd be giving the coach her recommendation for who she thought should take her place. You couldn't imagine she'd recommend anyone but you—she knew how strong your work ethic was—still, her frustration was palpable.

You bit your cheek, wondering how lenient Shigaraki might be. "I mean, I can ask him if he's alright with rescheduling."

"Let me know what he says," she called over her shoulder as she left, closing your door again.

You pulled up your conversation with him on your phone.

You: "Hey, I forgot I have a team thing tonight. . ."

His response was immediate.

Shigaraki: "Skip it."

You: "Can't we just reschedule?"

Shigaraki: "I don't like to be kept waiting."

You: "What's one more day?"

Shigaraki: "What's 5,000 people seeing your tits?"

You: "Fine."

Shigaraki: "Don't be late."

You wanted to push back and write 'Or what?' but you worried he'd take it as a challenge to make your night hell. So instead, you rolled out of bed, grabbed your bag, and headed downstairs. Hana, Akiko, and your other roommate, Jin, were all in the living room, dressed in their usual party attire of ripped jeans and crop tops. They were pulling out packages of red solo cups and setting up a beer pong table.

"That doesn't look like a party outfit," Jin joked as she saw you.

You hadn't bothered changing or anything. You were still in the same hoodie and sweatpants you'd thrown on in a rush that morning.

Hana looked up at you and frowned. "I'm guessing this means you couldn't get out of it?"

You nodded.

"Wait, what?" Akiko asked, looking between the two of you. "Are you skipping out on tonight?"

"Yeah, sorry."

Hana turned to her. "She's ditching us for a boy."

Akiko gasped. "No way! Y/n never dates! Who is it?"

You rolled your eyes. "It's not like that at all."

"It's Shigaraki," Hana said.

Akiko's expression fell, going from excited to horrified in seconds.

"We're just doing homework," you assured her. "It's not like I want to hang out with him."

Hana shrugged. "Then don't."

"Come on, cut her some slack," Jin said. "You know how she is about grades. Besides, I'm sure she already feels bad enough just missing out on the party."

Honestly, you were glad to miss the party, and you had a feeling that Jin could tell, but you appreciated her sticking up for you nonetheless.

"Well, there's always the next one," Hana conceded. "Don't work too hard."

"Thanks," you smiled. "Have fun tonight. Tell the team I said 'hey.'"

"Will do," she smiled back.

They waved you off and you began your funeral march across campus. You shrugged against the chill of the air, once again having forgotten to grab your jacket on your way out of the house. At least earlier the sun had been out to help a bit, but it had set hours ago. You hated how short the days were in the fall.

The address Shigaraki had given you was for an apartment building kind of down the block from the pub you'd stopped at the night before. You were a bit worried you wouldn't make it in time, but you knocked on his door with seven minutes to spare. To your surprise, he wasn't the one to answer. It was another boy with acne-scarred skin and spiky pink hair that pointed every which way.

"Oh, sorry. I think I must have the wrong address."

He looked at you with disbelief. "Are you Y/n?"

"Yes."

"Shiggs, she's here!" He called over his shoulder before stepping aside and gesturing for you to come in. Hesitantly, you did. "He's gaming, but you can just go in. His room is down there on the right." He pointed toward the end of the hallway.

"Thanks."

You followed his directions to Shigaraki's door. No response came when you knocked. Feeling uncertain, you looked back at the other boy to find him nodding and gesturing for you to go in.

Taking a deep breath to collect yourself, you turned the knob. Immediately, you were met with a distinct smell—it was that of a typical college boy's dorm, only ten times worse. The air in the room felt incredibly stale and almost muggy. Shigaraki didn't look up when you came in. Like the other boy had said, he was busy gaming.

"Hey," you greeted, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey," he mumbled in response, not bothering to peel his eyes from the screen. "Gonna be a sec."

You frowned. It pissed you off that he'd made such a fuss about you being on time, but here he was making you wait around. You threw your bag down and moved to stand next to him, crossing your arms over your chest. "You know you picked the time I was supposed to get here, right?"

"I wasn't sure you'd actually show."

You scoffed. "As if you gave me a choice."

"Just have a seat. I'm almost done."

You looked around the room for a spot to sit while you waited for him to finish. The only source of light was his computer screen, but even that was enough for you to be able to tell that his bedroom was an absolute mess. There were empty cans and piles of dirty clothes strewn about. Not only was his bed unmade, but it didn't even seem to have a sheet on it from what you could tell. Unless you felt like clearing a spot on the floor, there was nowhere to sit.

"Uh, do you have an extra chair?"

He didn't answer, just wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You yelped as you crashed into him.

"Relax. You're fine. No need to be so dramatic."

"This isn't what I meant when I asked for a chair, you know."

"Yeah, I know," He replied casually, resting his head on your shoulder so that he could see the screen. "But isn't this more comfortable?"

"No, it's not," you insisted, shifting to keep his knees from jabbing into your thighs.

His breath hitched. "Mm maybe don't move around too much."

You froze, panicking as you realized that it you could feel his cock getting harder beneath you.

He couldn't help but smirk when he felt you stiffen. He loved getting to watch you squirm when you were uncomfortable. It was cute seeing you all flustered. To add to it, he leaned in and whispered, "Unless you're trying to start something. Which, in that case. . ."

Pausing his game, he snaked one of his hands underneath your sweatshirt. When he reached your chest he snorted. "No bra? Damn, you really did want this, huh?"

"No, I didn't!" you snapped. "I was just in a rush."

The first time. Why hadn't you put one on before leaving that night though? You'd had all day. Maybe you figured there was no point. Deep down, you knew where the night was headed.

He started kneading your chest. "This whole time I thought you were some uptight bitch, but really you love being treated like a little slut."

"No, I do—ah!"

He pinched one of your nipples.

"Oh, you liked that?"

You did, but you would absolutely never admit that to him. You shook your head.

"Really? I don't believe you."

He started rolling the sensitive bud between the tips of his fingers. You bit your tongue, trying to choke back a moan.

"Come on, no need to hold back for me."

His other hand reached up to your jaw, gripping it in a way that forced it open. You couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped as his fingers kept working your chest.

He snickered. "I knew it."

You hated him so much, but not as much as you hated your own body for actually enjoying what he was doing to you. Despite how much you tried to fight it, heat was quickly building between your legs as if you really did want him to be touching you like that. You couldn't let him think he was right about you.

He shifted his legs so that one of them was wedged between yours. You knew what he wanted you to do before he even said it. "Ride."

"W-What? No!"

He yanked your head back by your hair so that he spoke directly in your ear. "I'm sorry, did it sound like a request? Fucking do it."

Timidly, you rocked your hips. You couldn't stand the way your body welcomed the friction, taking pleasure in it.

"Don't stop until you come," he said.

It was meant to be humiliating. He wanted to break you down and make you feel worthless. So then why were you enjoying it so much? Each time your clothed cunt dragged against him felt like ecstasy—like your body was being given exactly what it needed.

"That's it," he encouraged as another moan escaped you.

His mouth found its way to your neck. The rough friction of his lips caused you to shiver. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Shigaraki. You could feel him smirking against your skin before he latched onto you, sucking a bruise just above your collar bone. He let go with a 'pop' and pulled away to admire his work, humming in satisfaction.

"I'm going to mark you up so that everyone knows you're mine."

"I'm n-not," you protested weakly, barely able to get the words past another moan.

He only laughed at you. "Are you joking? Look at the way you're falling apart on my thigh. Are you telling me that you act like this for just anyone?"

The truth was, he was right. The sex you'd had in the past was pretty vanilla. You wouldn't normally be taking orders and humiliating yourself the way you were now, and you'd never been this close to coming with someone else—So. Fucking. Close.—but it's not like it was because of him. You were the one doing all of the work, after all.

"I asked you a question," he growled, grabbing your hair in a threat to pull again.

"I—ngh—" You were seconds away from coming undone. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to pretend you were anywhere but in Shigaraki's bedroom, using him to get off.

"Oh my god. Are you coming?" He asked, suddenly excited. "Are you actually fucking coming right now?"

"Shut up."

Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he didn't like that response. He grabbed your jaw, prying it open so he could shove his fingers in your mouth. You weren't sure if he wanted you to suck on them or if he just wanted to teach you a lesson for talking back, but either way, you bit them as you came. Surprisingly, he didn't complain.

Before you had a chance to come back to earth, he told you to turn around. You didn't want to, but obeyed. He shifted so that you were straddling him. In this position, you could feel how hard he was. It made your stomach churn anxiously as you wondered how he'd make you deal with that.

He moved his hand between the two of you, reaching to slide it under the waistband of your sweatpants. Your immediate reaction was to try to stop him. You grabbed his wrist, which only earned you a warning glare.

You had to play by his rules if you wanted to save your reputation.

You let go, feeling even more nauseous than before as his spindly fingers dipped under your panties, coming into contact with your clit. You drew in a sharp breath. You were still so sensitive.

You hated the grin that spread across his face. "You really are a slut after all, huh? You're fucking soaked."

You couldn't even respond because you were too busy proving his point, moaning as his fingers explored your folds, curling inside of you. Your hands found their way to his hair, lightly tugging as if begging for more. God, you'd never hated yourself so much in your life.

His eyes watched your every reaction as his fingers explored deeper, dragging over that spot that made your brows knit together each time he pulled them out. He'd never really thought about kissing anyone until he met you—until you fell so perfectly into his lap. And here you were now, practically writhing from his every touch, not daring to refuse him. So why was he so nervous?

You tugged at his hair again—god, he loved when you did that—and he decided that it meant you were trying to pull him closer. It meant that you wanted him. So, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you.

It was sloppy. He didn't really know what he was doing and you didn't seem particularly interested in kissing back. He decided you were probably too distracted by what his hands were doing to actually try. He'd started hitting that spot your liked more aggressively. He wanted to be the one to make you come, to watch as you unraveled at his touch, and he could tell it was working. He kissed you deeper as he felt your walls starting to clench, happily swallowing your moans as they entered his mouth. For a moment it felt like maybe you had kissed him back, but he could have been imagining it.

He pulled away so he could look at you. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing was heavy. A sense of pride bubbled in his chest knowing he'd actually managed to make you feel good.

Maybe he wasn't such a hopeless virgin after all.

You opened your eyes again to find him staring at you with wonder, like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. Like you were something to be had. You were worried he was going to try to kiss you again, but instead he opened his mouth, tugged at your waistband, and said the last thing you wanted to hear.

"Take these off so I can fuck you already."

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t4kalcvr · 2 years ago

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So for my next request, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo with gags please? In the fic, he discovers he gets better orgasms whenever is mouth is gagged. So along with gagging himself at home, he also wears secret gags in public while masturbating as much as he can. What do you think?

[ SECRET GAGS ] — jjk!Gojo

GENRE : nsfw

WARNINGS : masturbation (private and public), gag kink, gag toys and methods, honestly it’s just as is, gojo getting off on gags 😭 so honestly that’s enough to know what to expect but if there’s something pls lmk!

WC : 4.0k

Spurts of hot cum shot out of Gojo’s easing erection and right back onto his hand. He relaxed back into his bed, drifting off into a heavy sleep but not without thoughts about how this reccurring event of pleasure was starting to feel too ordinary. Too typical.

Sure he's had fun with it but to what extent could he go to make it so mind-numbing delicious? And that question brought him to where he stood right now.

A local clothing store.

Yes, it's a little strange, but once you enter the store there is clothing carefully placed everywhere on racks and mannequins. And once you search deeper within the store, that's where you find everything sex-related; Books, toys, magazines, posters, everything.

Gojo headed straight for the books and magazines. He would grab onto one that's title concluded of kinks and trying new things, he would skim through it, analyzing the pages that included photos and demonstrations. And he came across a certain magazine with an interesting headline, Best Gag Ideas to Try with Yourself!

Now that quickly caught Gojo’s attention. Gagging? He's never really thought about that. What if he ever just passed out? Or choked? He could just use his sorcery if he came close to any type of mishap, maybe.

Regardless, he flipped open the magazine and examined each page carefully, word for word and color for color. He wasn't gonna lie, the summaries and reviews were pretty heating. All talking about how choked up they felt and how they lost themselves in the pleasure, moaning and squirting like they never have before, seeing white before having the most breath-stopping orgasm of their lives. It was enticing and Gojo was all in for it.

He continued to scan through the magazine, finally reaching the last couple of pages and seeing examples, suggestions, and actual descriptions of tutorials.

Incredible.

Gojo licked his lips in anticipation, he's pretty sure he's found his new thing. He just needed to know where to begin. There were so many ways, he just had to pick one.

He skimmed through the entirety of the magazine again, trying to have a lightbulb idea. A lot of the things in the magazine were more like stuff that you’d do after your first time doing a gag session. And it seemed intense in some parts.

Gojo snapped out of his heated daze when he heard a soft voice beside him, “Hey.”

He whipped his head to the side to see a petite woman with a red worker shirt and blue ripped jeans, she had her hair done up in a bun and various staff necessities wrapped around her body along with an earpiece with a wire leading behind her head, “You looking for something?” she resumed.

Gojo had to stammer through a few of his words before actually getting a sentence out, “Uh... A good way to start a gag session, like for a beginner.” he knew there was no way across any dimension there was this exact scene playing out without his face burning a vicious crimson color.

The woman stood there seemingly stunned as she couldn't believe someone had spoken those words to her. She felt her own face heating up, also not believing what she was about to say, “You should start off with a simple ball gag toy,” she advised. Gojo gave her a slight head tilt, obvious confusion written all over his face. She sighed and looked to the side embarrassed before speaking, “Follow me.”

They traveled farther down into the store, the back to where the toys were. Gojo has never gone passed the vibrators and flesh lites considering he’s never been too explorative with his sex life. There were new things he was seeing but reading the labels as they slowly passed, they were new to sight not newly heard of.

The woman came to a slow halt before reaching out to a toy and pulling it off its hook, “This,” she confirmed, handing it to Gojo.

Gojo analyzed the toy, it was literally as the name portrayed it to be, a ball gag toy. It had a rubber ball in the middle while two straps came out of either side of the ball, hooking up eventually with the adjustable strap. “I- Thanks...” he muttered, slowly retrieving it from her hands.

She gave a small hum before speaking, “Don't worry about the pay, just... take it.” she gave a warm smile despite the situation and Gojo returned it before asking for a bag at least.

He walked out of the store with a new pair of sunglasses and a new toy.

As soon as he got home, Gojo stripped himself of his shirt, tossing it somewhere along the sofa before untying his sweatpants as he made his way upstairs. He had the bag swaying from his wrists as he loosened his pants, opening the door to his bedroom as he finally slipped them off.

He grabbed a black control, turned on his TV, and began playing a porn video. It was quiet but loud enough to hear the soft moans of the people. He decided to put one on that included gagging for his special occasion. He sat down on his bed as he unboxed his new toy. It was cold, which excited him a little bit, and he squished the ball for fun. He was genuinely impressed with the creation but he was too impatient to just sit around and admire it, so he finally took a breath and gulp before placing the ball in his mouth and bringing the straps around his head, adjusting it just perfectly for him to certainly feel gagged but not suffocated.

He could already feel himself growing in his boxers, his brows were furrowed as he let out a heavy sigh. He wanted to tease himself suddenly, instead of going straight into it.

So with that, he did.

He got comfortable before tracing his fingers down his body slowly, he drew small circles once he reached his abdomen, he could feel himself spasming from his own touch. Once he arrived at the band of his boxers he slowly lifted the band before letting it go, allowing the band to smack against his skin, and a small whine to escape his clogged mouth.

His breathing was already becoming ragged, he oh so desperately wanted to just touch himself but the desire for a mind-blowing orgasm consumed him more.

He began to graze his growing bulge with his fingers, his thighs tensing, and a whine choked up in his throat as he felt the tickle. His eyes were already rolling to the back of his head, his hips beginning to stutter upwards.

Gojo finally let himself lay his hand completely down to palm himself through his boxers. A pitiful whine escaped his mouth, slightly muffled through the ball, as he grinded against his own hand.

He really couldn’t wait any longer so he ultimately let his hand slip below his waistband, gradually creeping near his painful erection before he instantly pulled his hand back. His patience had run out a while ago so he shoved his boxers down to his mid-thigh before wrapping his long, scrawny fingers around his weeping cock.

Gojo began with leisurely, languid rolls of his wrist, sighing in relief at the more appeasing friction.

He lugged his other hand down to fondle his balls, they were heavy, ready to discharge the salty white fluid he's been aching to shoot aimlessly.

A choked moan escaped his mouth, he didn't even notice saliva pooling in his mouth. However, it only egged him on. He started pumping himself quicker and harsher than before, whining when he accidentally gave his balls a not-so-gentle squeeze and it made his hand stutter but not stop.

Suddenly, he was drooling now. His brows furrowed as he concentrated on the rising tension in his abdomen, moans constantly exiting his mouth, nearly choking due to the persistent spit leaking out of the corners of his mouth. He was losing his mind, and he tightened his grip as much as he could as he started fucking his hand erratically.

“Haah...” A muffled and shaky breath escaped his lips, and his eyes were squeezed shut as he felt the pressure in his abdomen become painfully present. His fist was colliding with his pelvis as he slammed his hips up and fist down in sync.

Gojo’s truly never felt this good before. His eyes were at the back of his head once he tried to open them. His breathing was out of control, “Puck!” he attempted to curse with the ball between his lips, teeth digging into the rubber material as his breath unexpectedly got caught in his throat, his entire body tensing and muscles spasming. His back arched as warm spurts of cum shot up and came down on his abdomen and thighs, some slowly trickling down his easing erection and down his balls.

Gojo sighed in contentment as he still felt his dick twitching from his orgasm. He laid there a while longer before reaching around his head to unbuckle the gag toy, it wasn't until it was completely off and his mouth slowly closed shut that he realized how sore his jaw was. He grabbed some tissues, wiping his mouth clean of the drool that escaped.

The orgasm had smacked Gojo out of nowhere and that's what he loved. He felt it but it wasn't something he could hold back. And although he didn't necessarily want to admit it but this is where his addiction begins.

God as much as Gojo wanted to go deeper into the exploration of sex toys and kinks, gagging was just such fun. You couldn't mess it up, and it felt so right. You could have endless fun with gags, and that's when Gojo showed the biggest signs of an addict ever. With endless possibilities, why not add more spice? He could stay in his room, tease himself and jack off all day but where's the fun in that?

That's why, this week was going to be an exciting one for Gojo.

Every single day he has something planned with someone. Movies, dinners, a simple hang out, arcade, it doesn’t matter because it was scheduled and ready to go. And he had an extra bit additionally planned for each day as well.

God, he could be sitting with Nanami for lunch on Monday and simply be sitting there because he was smart enough to eat prior to the interaction before stuffing his face with some random panties he sneaked from the store, they were blue.

“Satoru,” the blonde spoke as he picked at his salad. Gojo hummed in response, letting his tongue run around the designs of the fabric in his mouth. “You’re suspiciously silent, what is the matter with you?” Nanami’s brows furrowed in perplexity.

Gojo gulped whatever saliva he could with his occupied mouth, attempting to clear his throat. “Mmm..” he sunk his head deeper into the unusually large collar of his jacket, “Nuffing...” he mumbled, trying to hide the slightly different pronunciation he had.

But for some reason, he was suddenly getting harder whenever he spoke. Maybe it was the cause of the excitement of being caught, or perhaps it was just the slight embarrassment he felt for doing this. “Are you certain?” the other male questioned further.

Gojo felt his breathing get scarcely heavier, why does the arousal keep ambushing him? One moment it's hardly there and the next it's dizzying and extremely scalding. “Yeff, I'm shure!” he felt himself salivating.

The blonde hummed in understanding, however, Gojo immediately excused himself to the restroom. Lunch break would be over in about 10 minutes and Nanami was already nearing the end of his meal so the only rush there was was the time limit til he was on the job.

And that’s how his week went. Almost exactly how he wanted it to be.

Tuesday, Gojo decided to keep it simple and easy, he used the uncomplicated trick of duct tape around his head, holding the corners of his mouth strong. He also reused the hiding method from Monday, hiding in the unusually large fabric of the collar of his suit. He was only going to dinner so he had to use something that had little airways so he didn't come off as suspicious.

It was at a fine restaurant with Geto, there was bound to be wine. And Geto is quite observant, that was the only thing he feared. And ultimately, he almost did get discovered due to his lack of conversation and dominant aura, but how could he be dominant when he felt absolutely taken over by a simple toy? His body was weak and all he wanted was that precious release. So, a little too soon into the dinner he excused himself. Jerking himself so hard he painted the tile walls with his heavy loads.

Wednesday, Gojo wanted to take it up a notch, he didn't wanna stay in the small circle of toys and strategies when there were so many more risks to take and pleasure to feel. So, he used a bit gag. One that had a rope wrapped around a metal pole, and oh man was that going to make his jaw sore, he had decided to cover it up with a scarf well wrapped around his head. He was going around the city with Shoko and today was a little chillier than others so what day would be more perfect? He ended up excusing himself when they got to a nearby cafe for some warmth and jacked off right in the restroom of the place. His cum almost shot over the stall wall due to how hard he was thrusting into his hand, loving the sensation of his palm running across the underside of his dick. Afterward, he had to take extra time to calm down, and he didn't fail to notice the pain in his teeth from biting down on the bit so aggressively. Certainly a time to remember for the man.

The need to have such a body-shaking, mind-melting orgasm only grew after that experience.

Thursday, Gojo wanted to go into a little more fun much like the day prior but instead, he used Tegaderm tape to shut his mouth, and a neck gaiter to hide the situation. He was going crafts shopping with Yaga this day, he wasn't too worried about conversation as Yaga preferred silence or short answers or spoke to himself, especially when it came to hearing Gojo’s voice.

So there they were within a small store that carried a lot more than it appeared to on the outside. He actually pulled record time with how long he’s lasted within a public space with a growing erection, it took an hour or so within the trip to start breathing heavily as he only had one way to draw breath. Surprisingly, Yaga didn't notice any of his strange behavior for the first couple of minutes but when he spoke, Gojo almost stopped breathing entirely.

“Just go to the restroom Gojo,” Yaga spoke. Gojo’s heart almost sank to his ass, did he know? But that question soon disappeared after Yaga’s next words, “You're so close to doing the dance, and your breathing is insane, just go,” and without another word, Gojo darted to the bathroom. With the edge of being caught and his heart racing and cock throbbing it made him feel more adrenaline than the previous times. He was hammering into his fist, unable to do anything but swallow as saliva pooled in his mouth. All the noises he wanted to make were cut off while his whole body tensed as he reached his peak, this time he shot into the toilet because he was drilling his hips downwards, he knew he couldn't take too much time with Yaga. He was an impatient man.

Alright, I mean seriously, a summary of the week? A hangout with someone featuring some object tangled and shoved in his mouth, salivating at the sensations, and unexpected attacks of arousal until he excused himself to the restroom to rub one out. And it all felt so much better when there were so many risks. He had to be quiet each and every time, sure noises could slip because nothing was so hollow that it'd catch every noise but the last day came with a surprise. One that Gojo did not anticipate and that solidified his unhealthy addiction to gag toys.

Friday night. Oh how exciting it came to be. Gojo would go out to the theaters with Kiyotaka with something shoved into his mouth, ambush arousal, go to the bathroom and rub it out. Except, that's not exactly how it went. Yes, he went to the theaters with Kiyotaka. Yes, he decided to go a little further by wearing a face mask that had a dildo attached to it, slightly larger than anticipated that it would tickle the back of his throat. But no, he did not want to wait an entire 2 and a half hours to be able to go to the bathroom when he got painfully hard two hours ago.

It was incredibly unexpected, much like his arousal, when he found out just how many people would be going to see this movie and how many individuals would be crowding the theater tonight. But then again, it was a Friday night.

Much to his dismay, every time he got up to use the restroom it would be packed, and/or the line got longer. And to add on, he had to sit far longer in his seat because Ijichi was beginning to get suspicious.

“Satoru, are you alright? Short bladder or something?” he leaned over to whisper in the said man's ear. Now don't judge Gojo, he wasn't attracted to Ijichi, but when you're head spinningly dizzy because all your blood is down at your dick, hot breath from anyone would make your cock twitch and make you hold back a groan too, okay?

Gojo swallowed without choking and glanced over at Kiyotaka, he felt his eyes getting glossy and his thighs tensing. His lids felt heavy and the room was slightly spinning. “Uh-huh,” he breathed, his head falling against the top edge of the chair.

“Just try to hold it in, there's only like five minutes left, maybe cut back on the amount of slushie you're drinking as well,” Ijichi whispered before sitting back in his seat. Meanwhile, Gojo let out an involuntary groan from the heat of Kiyotaka’s breath tickling his ear.

And those five minutes felt like two more hours but Gojo managed as best as he could. As soon as the movie ended he told Ijichi to wait for him as he sprinted toward the restroom, it was the emptiest he's ever seen it since three hours ago. But that wasn't important, what was was getting his damn erection to calm down. So, he darted into the closest stall before rapidly undoing his pants and shoving them down to his knees.

He instantly began to palm himself through his boxers, there was a small stain where the color had darkened. His precum was leaking through terribly, he whined at the realization, feeling the dildo poke the back of his throat, but also noticing the echo. Fuck, this place was hollow as hell.

Gojo could barely breathe at this culmination, he was always able to make the slightest bit of noise but everything echoed. It would amplify the smallest noises and sounds no matter what.

But at that point, it wasn't that big of a concern to him. Fuck, he only just noticed how heavy his balls felt too. Plus, being caught was always the thrill, it was riskier now. Just what he's been looking for. So, he didn't stop.

He didn't stop his hand from massaging his weeping tip that peeked out his boxers, nor from pulling them down once that wasn't enough, or when he finally wrapped his entire hand around his crying, suffocating strained cock.

All he desired was relief, the relief he could've gotten two hours ago. But that didn't matter, he was getting it now and it couldn't feel any better.

Until it did.

He stretched out his other arm, engulfing his balls with his other moist yet warm hand. Another high-pitched moan escaped his mouth, echoing throughout the entire bathroom yet slightly drowned out by the crowd. He wasn't even fucking up into his hand before he felt his orgasm rising. This session wasn't nearly as messy as the other ones until he heard aggressive knocking on his stall door, scaring the bliss away and edging him. “Occoopie!” Gojo spat. How dare he get edged like that? But that didn't stop the knocking, “I fwaid occoopie!!!” he spoke louder this time.

The knocking stopped before a voice followed, “Oh sorry! Haha, you're talking like you gotta dick in your mouth, bro!” the stranger joked before walking off to a nearby stall. And honestly, that would have embarrassed Gojo if it weren't for the intense craving for an orgasm right now.

So, he got back to work quickly. This time he was fucking his hand and drooling uncontrollably at the mind-blowing sensation. God, it's never felt this good. But the more he salivated, the more he kept trying to swallow and the more the dildo would poke his throat. His grip on his balls tightened more, electrocuting him with pure pleasure. His back arched against the wall as he let out a quiet but long combination of a moan and a whine.

The lude echoes as the bathroom cleared and the burning sensation spreading all over his body had Gojo panting for his release. Sweat was beginning to form at the rim of his hairline and his hips were stuttering as he let out pathetic, muffled moans, tears streaming down his face as his orgasm approached. Suddenly, he heard a voice, “Hello? Is everything alright in here?”

Gojo didn't even bother getting scared this time, god he just wanted to cum.

“Mhm...” Gojo replied weakly. He almost thought the man was gone because of the small break of silence, a moan almost ripping through him before hearing the man speak again.

“You sure, dude?” patience was thin.

“Yuff!!” Gojo choked out, he heard the footsteps retreating, echoing off the walls.

It was then, he felt his orgasm shatter him to dust. His eyes rolled back, the grip on his cock tightening as he fucked through it, choked noises escaping his lips, and shit tons of hot cum spilling out of him. “Oh... My... Goh.” Gojo panted. This one is definitely the one that takes the cake.

Gojo was scared out of his euphoria at the ring of his phone, he grabbed it before flipping it open and raising it to his ear, “Iff Fahoru,” he greeted, quietly snatching toilet paper to clean himself up.

“What the hell is taking so long?” Ijichi’s voice rang through, seemingly irritated. Shit.

“Uhh...” Gojo tried to think, “Fowwy!” he attempted an apology, but the gag wasn't really helping his current case.

“Just hurry up, the theater wifi is making you sound funny.”

Saturday, Gojo found himself back in the clothing store but not for a toy this time. In fact, he had decided late last night to come by once he recovered from his “mess.”

A worker approached him, “Hi! How can we help you today?” she welcomed.

“Um, hi, I'm looking for a smaller woman who usually has her hair done up in a bun,” Gojo gestured the adjectives as he spoke, trying to give a clearer vision of the individual he was seeking.

“Oh I think you mean our manager, sure I'll go get her for you!” the younger woman walked away with a joyful smile. Not long after, the familiar woman from almost two weeks appeared, walking toward him.

“How may I help you?” she immediately displayed a face that implied she recognized him. Because how could she forget?

Gojo stood there, peering down at her for a few seconds before bringing his hand up and gently caressing her cheek with his knuckles, then opening his mouth.

“Thank you for my new addiction.”

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Note : another wonderful request, took a little more time on it, again i’ve injured my hand so stories are taking a wee bit longer than intended! But i’m having a lot of ideas, hopefully i get motivation to write them and heal properly! ANYWAYS, Enjoy!

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sweetorangepoptart · 3 months ago

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2 and 5 for the ask game!

Thank you! Fanfic Ask Game

2. Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

I did answer this over on my Wuko blog here! Its Secret and I am just really proud of myself for finishing it and for how it turned out. I had lots of help, though, between beta readers @kingbadgermole and @badgermolebender, and tutorials from @pikapeppa, and all the incredible comments and asks I got throughout the time I was updating it. I couldn't have done it without them (or without my 300mg daily dose of Bupropion lol)

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

Ella Fitzgerald was 17 when she won her first singing contest. She had planned to do a dance performance at Amateur Night at the Apollo Theater, but when she arrived she was intimidated because she was underdressed while the other dancers had sequined costumes, so she changed her mind at the last minute and decided to enter the singing portion of the contest. (I think about jazz music a lot while I'm writing LoK stuff so naturally I end up reading about the Queen of Jazz herself)

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House Of Ashes in Among Us 7 : Goodbye Despair

Nick : No.... It could... be... CLARICE!!!!

Joey : Wait a minute... But how did she die without any of us seeing it??

Nick : .....

Rachel : That's because the impostor must have taken advantage of the time everyone was fixing the ship to attack Clarice...

Merwin : Aaahh without the pretty girl this game is boring. *sad gesture*

Jason : I wanted to know who could have done something horrible like that...

Nick : Do you still have doubts? It's obvious it's him!! *he points his finger towards Salim*

Salim : What? This is already becoming unbearable....

Rachel : Calm down! You don't have proof, do you?

Nick : I know why you killed her! You killed her because she was helping me! Is not true? Because if you kill me everyone will know it's you! So you killed her! Am I right?

*Nick holding back his tears as others continue to flow, he continues his accusation firm and strong*

Jason : This isn't working... I don't think it's Salim.

Salim : .....

Nick : AND WHY NOT??? YOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME?

Merwin : big guy tries to calm down, this is getting out of control...

Nick : I'M ONLY GOING TO BE AT PEACE WHEN THIS SCREATER LEAVES THIS SHIP!!

Jason : Joey do something!

Joey : Why me???

Jason : You're the tutorial kid, you must have something there!

Joey : Oh, I see there's a lot of pressure on me. Well, it's not that easy...

Nick : BUT OF COURSE IT'S EASY! WE VOTED FOR SALIM AND WE WON, ISN’T IT OBVIOUS TO YOU!!!???

Rachel : My god, what happened to you Nick?

Nick : HAHAHAHAHA DID YOU SEE? IT'S HIM IT'S HIM JUST HIM!!! HE KILLED ERIC, DAR AND CLARICE! OPEN YOUR EYES!!

Merwin : Oh this sucks.. really annoying.

Salim : If that's what you want then whatever, just stop! I plead guilty...

Rachel : No, don't do that! I know it's not you!

Jason : Dude think about what you're doing! If you do this it will be difficult to find the culprit.

Joey : I think I'm starting to understand what's going on here...

Nick : ARE YOU SURRENDERING???

Salim : ....

Merwin : I think it's Nick...

Nick : WHAT?? ARE-ARE -Are you serious???

Joey : As I imagined.

Salim : What did you imagine?

Joey : Looking at Nick's situation, I can say that he has fallen into despair.

Salim : Despair???

Jason : I knew you had an ace up your sleeve!

Joey : Not only that. I discovered something very important...

Rachel : What ? What did you discover??

Joey : The impostor isn't just an impostor... He's a Shapeshifter!

*Everyone present there is shocked by the discovery that Joey made*

Rachel : Are you sure about that? And how did you discover this??

Nick : What? No no no no that's not true you're trying to defend him too aren't you?? You are all against me...

Rachel : That's not it Nick...

Joey : As I said, I know this because when I was going to school I saw someone transforming into Jason.

jason : what??? It can't be!

Rachel : Are you sure it was someone turning into Jason and not him back to his normal form? I mean... I still don't trust him.

Joey : I can't confirm anything, but Jason couldn't be I suppose...

Merwin : Grr! This is getting more and more confusing, I don't understand! Isn't it Salim and isn't it Nick? And now the impostor is a lunatic who can transform into other crew members? But what the fuck is going on??

Joey : oh Shit. Merwin is falling into despair too.

Jason : Joey! You have to tell me who turned into me!! *Holds Joey by the shoulder*

Rachel : Hands off him You impostor! You won't fool us again!!

Nick : EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!!

Nick : This isn't working! Is this what you wanted Salim? You won... I... I give up!

Salim : But but I've been trying to tell you since the beginning of the match that it's not me...

Merwin : That's because Nick is the impostor! Right bitches?

Nick : No, it's not me but I'm tired of saying.. of trying..You won't believe me and to be honest, I don't even believe it anymore...So, vote for me and you'll see that it's not me.

Salim : Stop! We are making the situation worse!

Merwin : What are you trying to do to defend the guy who accused you the whole game? Really boy?

Nick : Don't tell me...

Rachel : ( Everyone is getting desperate, like Joey said, I have to do something! I'll change it!)

*Time Has Run Out, No One Voted.. 1 Impostor Remaining*

Merwin : oh no We are all fucked up...

Salim : Wait, what happened???

Joey : Time ran out without us being able to vote... Bad day for us...

Jason : We're going to have to put our differences aside and finish our tasks by doing this and we win, remember?

Salim : Yes, it's true if we complete everything we win!

Merwin : I still suspect Nick...

Nick : Whatever to me...

Rachel : (I still think it's Jason but I'll just watch before I'm sure this time)

Jason : Do we have a deal Rachel?

Rachel : Yes, we do but I won't think twice if you try anything!!

Jason : Alright then... Everyone, let's do the tasks..

Merwin : And that last meeting???

Jason : Nothing came of it, unfortunately we didn't find the impostor...

Merwin : Are you serious?

Rachel : Don't start merwin!

Merwin: Okay, let's do these stupid tasks!

Not The End 🩸

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