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[kithtaehyung]

Everyone knows Reader and Jungkook went back to their rooms to masturbate. That's no surprise.

WHEWWWW just know I wasn’t the one to say it!!!

[stargirlstabber]

hi, i’m sorry if this a tad weird i’ve never really written a request before (i hope you can forgive me😭) but i’ve been thinking WEEKS now about simon with a single!mon reader but her kid is not a baby or little child. instead it’s a teenager, around 13-16 years maybe…

it’s all i can think about lately because, how would simon treat the child, how would he try to ‘gain their trust’ but also, how would the child react to their mother having a boyfriend? are they protective, or happy or sad, angry?

i hope this is not too much and it’s absolutely okay if you don’t write about thinks like that but i just needed to share it with someone😭

have a good day, i like you🫶🏼

awww anon this is so cuuute, thank you. it's not weird by any means. you may have a good day as well ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

simon with a single!mom girlfriend

featuring. simon riley

simon riley... he thinks he's so bad with kids, not sure if he treats them right. that's why he didn't want any kids himself.

but well... then you appeared in his life. with a 15 year old child from your marriage. failed marriage.

he'd try everything to get on their good side and build up a friendship with your teenager.

if it's a girl he'd watch tutorials on how to style hair or how put on nail polish.

on the other side if its a boy, he'd play football with him or basketball, buy him a new skateboard, ...

whatever a kids heart desires, he will do it

at first he was actually scared your kiddo wouldn't like him or would be dismissive

but it turned out the two of them became best friends

they spend lots of time together and sometimes you ask yourself whose boyfriend simon was; yours or from your kid with how much they are together

your kid's happy for you two and simon is happy

[jumpingjoltiks]

Um hiii!! Could I request an x reader for ingo and emmet (seperately) with a reader who is autistic but like. REALLY masks? Like a level of masking where the boys don't even know that they're autistic at first, and they're VERY different when they aren't out in public/don't feel the need to mask. I love ur writing btw >_<!!!

AAAA Thank you smmm! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my work! <3 <3 <3

I’ve already written a little bit about the twins being autistic already, so I’m happy to get to finally write some x reader stuff to go with it!

Biiiiig mood. I've spent most of my life masking, so I think a lot of this will probably come from my own experiences. I ended up making this a few different sections instead of just one, all coming out of different ideas I had. :)

The twins with someone who is also autistic, but masks heavily

Ingo Gets It. He understands the fear and the pressure to fit in. Emmet doesn’t, but he tries his best to respect your decision (though, secretly, he wishes you’d be more yourself. Both boys love when you’re being the most authentic version of you, but Emmet really wants to see it all the time).

Being actually comfortable around them takes a while (as it would with anyone) – its hard work to decondition yourself like that, to convince yourself you’re really, genuinely safe being yourself – but the twins’ (especially Emmet’s) refusal to mask is enormously helpful in this regard. Their unabashed devotion to being exactly who they are is inspiring.

Emmet devotedly listens to your infodumping, especially if it’s something he’s also interested in. Ingo is thrilled to find someone else who will listen to him too. Late in the evening, when Ingo is cooking and you’re all three in the kitchen together, you all talk like no one has ever looked at you strangely before – open and honest and genuinely excited just to share knowledge and enjoy this moment together.

There’s a certain amount of bluntness between you three, but none of you really mind. If hurtful words are ever said, you can be sure that they weren’t really meant to be cruel. You can always talk things out. Emmet, in particular, has trouble with his straightforward attitude, and sometimes says things that come out wrong – do you as well? He knows how hard it can be to find the right way to say things.

And if you don’t feel like spending time together right now, the twins understand that too. There have been plenty of days when one or the other will come home and lock themselves in their room for a while, just to cool down. If you should come home from your job or a grocery run and need some time, they’ll handle the rest.

Decompression

Would it surprise you to know that it’s Emmet who catches on first? There’s a good reason for that! He’s had a lifetime of keeping an eye on his brother, who also used to heavily mask.

Your own tells are different then Ingo’s, to be sure, but they’re there regardless.

After a tough day, you’re taking the subway home. He notices that your posture and gait are different & your expression is stiffer. You’re clinging to your sense of self-control.

He’s got things he needs to attend to, but you’re a dear friend… your wellbeing comes first, he decides. Emmet doesn’t hesitate to fall into step next to you as you traverse through the station.

“Good afternoon! Are you doing alright?”

You know he’s not one for small talk… so what is he doing? The flash of a puzzled look crosses your face before you smile up at him. It’s humiliating, but you can’t seem to summon up words right now. This will have to do.

Emmet knows smiles. Yours is tight and strained, not at all like your usual smile. And you haven’t answered. He doesn’t like this at all. All signs are pointing to a systems crash.

“Your engine is overheated. I can tell. Do you need a place to step aside for maintenance? My office isn’t far.”

You stare at him blankly, trying to parse exactly what kind of metaphor he’s making.

But you’re too overstimulated and tired to put too much thought into it. Eventually, you sigh and nod. He leads you through the crowd with swinging arms and legs, and people part before him.

The office is an open space that is fastidiously tidy. A sofa is tucked against one wall, opposite is a set of shelves with all kinds of books and files neatly arranged. A pair of matching desks are stationed toward the back of the room. You’ve never been in here, but somehow you instinctively know that this is a safe place for you.

“I have a mini fridge. You are welcome to any of the snacks and cold waters I have. There are also noise cancelling headphones if you want. I know that Gear Station can be verrrrry noisy when overstimulated.”

You think that’s the longest stretch of words you’ve ever heard Emmet say, and you can only stare up at him wordlessly in response. You didn’t realize he had you figured out. Shame threatens to creep in, but then he smiles as he holds out a bottle of ice water to you. He smiles like he knows. There isn’t a single trace of pity or belittlement in it, only understanding.

You take the bottle of water with a small, genuine smile of your own. It’s the first one you’ve had all day.

When you sit down on the couch, Emmet takes off his coat and places it over your shoulders. It’s pretty big on you… but it’s also really heavy. You hadn’t realized it was weighted this whole time. The pressure feels nice, and you bury yourself into it. Emmet seems pleased, like he knew this would happen.

“I am going to do some paperwork at my desk. Would you like the lights off?”

You nod wordlessly and he flicks the light switch off in response. The only light in the room is the warm glow of a desk lamp, focused down onto his work station and away from you. Even the faint hum of electricity that would usually come out of a lamp like that is silent, which is an enormous relief.

The only sound for the next hour is Emmet’s pen near silently sweeping across the pages of his work. You stay quiet and buried under his coat, eyes closed and dozing somewhere between sleeping and waking. You feel safe.

After what feels like an age, you shift from under the coat and re-emerge, feeling much better. Emmet’s eyes flick up to you.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. His voice is quiet.

“Yes.” You answer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “Do not apologize. Ingo and I have spent many afternoons doing the same. I’m just glad I was there to offer help.”

From that point on, things are… different between you and the twins. Emmet must have told his brother about what happened, because Ingo is more open around you.

You’ve been friends for a long time, but something seems to have unlocked now. The three of you quickly catch like a struck match.

Parallel Play

You spend a lot of time over at their place, and they at yours. Expect Ingo to politely ask if he or Emmet or both can come spend time with you.

This worried you at first, when you were still friends and not yet dating, but the twins don’t actually want your attention, per say. They just want to be in the same room as you while they do their own thing. Not having to “host” takes so much pressure off of you that you wonder why anyone entertains any other way.

Ingo will be reading, curled up in one of your chairs or on a couch, so still you’d think he was asleep if not for the intermittent turn of a page. Emmet is reviewing battle plans and notes, spread out across your table, one leg bouncing. Occasionally, he gets up to pace and mutter to himself, not looking at either you or his brother. You’re working on one of your hobbies in the living room. Not one of you bothers the others. It’s… peaceful. And nice, just having them unobtrusively nearby.

Do you stim? They have a cache of puzzle-y, twisty toys and clickers in a drawer. You’re more than welcome to them, or to anything else you need.

Eventually, if you’d like, you can curl up with Ingo underneath the weighted blanket he’s got spread across his lap. He’ll swing an arm around you without looking up from his book, and you listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing as you nod off.

Or Emmet might come over to you and quietly offer you a warm mug of hot chocolate. The two of you sit back-to-back in silence, sipping your drinks and working on your respective projects.

How nice it is, you think, to spend time with those who understand.

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[isaut]

Diluc feeling shy and troubled over his perverted thoughts for you lakdjfjfh i cant decide if it would sooner drive him away from you out of shame (making the yearning even worse) or if he’d suddenly be wanting to confess to you out of feeling like it’s the gentlemanly thing to do even though he wants you carnally HHHHHHH

it could certainly go both ways....

diluc drags his hands over his face. he debates spilling his inkpot over his journal to erase all the thoughts he just spilled out on the page. each pen stroke was something more debauched than the last. it had started off innocent enough. started off like every other journal entry, with today's date and the recount of his day. breakfast, lunch, ride to angel's share. then you had entered.

he must ask you to stop wearing corsets that tight. that press your chest up so it bounces with every step you take. your lyre rests against the soft tissue and it makes diluc over pour.

he must ask you where you get your perfume so he can buy you as many bottles as you want. he must ask you to stop wearing your perfume, because it fills his senses and he wants to sniff you like a dog to ingrain the scent in his mind.

he must ask you to stop moving closer to patrons. they look too long at you, and it makes him want to wrap and arm around you and protect you from their lustful gazes, to press you up against a wall and kiss you until he's breathless. the only lustful gaze you should be under is his own.

he gets lost, here. because he doesn't know where he wants to ravage you. is it on the bar top, so no one ever glances your way again? is it in the cellar, so your skin is cold and your nipples are hard? do you bruise easily? would you let him press his face against your breasts for hours and all but latch onto your nipples?

no. he needs to ravage you in the safety of the manor. he has to keep you away from lustful gazes, he needs to remind himself. he needs to remind you that you're his. you're his pretty little bard with a voice like the angels and the body of a succubus.

maybe you'll be the one ravaging him. maybe he'll confess, offer to walk you back to your apartment and admit he dreams of you. maybe you'll push him against the hallway, grab his coat by the lapels and pull him in for a kiss. maybe your kisses would be as lust filled as his own. maybe your hands are flying to his buckle before his can even begin with the strings of your corset.

he wonders if the rest of your body bounces the same way your breasts do. he wonders if when he thrusts inside you how you'll cry out: high pitched? low? surprised? relieved? relieved as he is to be buried inside you?

when he has you on your stomach will you grab the headboard? the pillows? reach between your thighs to feel where he's perfectly melded into you? he has to take you in his bed, it's the only place you're worthy of. no counter, no cellar. maybe he'll light the fire, have you sweat all over so he can lap it up.

lick stripes up your sweat-slicked skin, salty and sweet. lap between your legs, nip at the swell of your thigh, lap up the mixture of yours and his juices swirling together, leaking from your fluttering hole.

the inkpot seems poised, ready to be spilt. diluc lets his eyes glaze over the words one last time, and takes a deep breath. he wishes it was your essence he was breathing in, not the wood of the winery. one of his big, scarred hands reaches to adjust himself in his pants.

he ought to confess to you.

or start journaling in his night clothes.

[belovedapollo]

I was going through old boxes of letters and cards, I miss a certain kind of warmth that I felt in those days - but - I am in a happier place now ✉️ reblog is ok, don’t repost

[nyxscave]

Hi, it's Nyx! Welcome, have some tea 🍵

she/her, intj - 5w4

Health Informatics graduate, CompSci post-grad soon

Medical Bioinformatics researcher (neural networks for virus genotyping)

Former violinist, ballerina and writer; sold my soul for stem

✨ chronic procrastinator ✨

tags for easy search:

[jormation]

In the 1870s, 37 cats were tasked to deliver mail to local villages in Germany. However, the cats were not disciplined enough so it was quickly dropped

[elixirfromthestars]

the one where we’re friends? 👀 🤍

Hi Jo!! 💖 Thank you for asking 👀✨

So The One Where We’re Friends is actually a series inspired by a show from my childhood called Friends. The premise is basically the reader living with Natasha in the same building as Steve & Bucky and many antics ensue 🤭💞

It follows Mechanic! Bucky Barnes and Fashion Designer Reader and their love story. The reader has recently broken off an engagement when she reconnects with her childhood best friend Natasha. Soon, she moves in with her and meets a handsome mechanic who catches her eye 👀💗

The reader will work at Wanda’s cafe, play hide and seek in the dark on Halloween and team up with Bucky, spend the holidays with her friends, and so much more!! ❤️

I have the plot like halfway planned out. There’s still so much to flesh out for the story. So for a snippet I’ll give you a dialogue interaction and a few quotes:

interaction ᯓᡣ𐭩

“As much as this amuses me, not her Barnes. She's off-limits. Go break another girl's heart.”

“Damn Romanoff, I ain’t that bad.”

miscellaneous quotes ᯓᡣ𐭩

“ You almost convinced me I mattered.”

“ I made a bet with myself that when you opened your eyes they’d be pretty. Looks like I win.”

“ Nat, we're just friends—calm down. She’s not even my type.”

wip game 🖋️✨

[loveridden1999]

how are u still booping

[diogenesz2020portugal]

Kedvenc postaládáim 📯

[kithtaehyung]

I have request..

Pierced Yoongi.

https://www.instagram.com/yoongiseyo/p/BrkEydUACIn/

holy mf shit you got yourself a deal

now it’s up to everyone here.. we will have a pierced yoongi wip but what hair do y’all want👀👀👀

[stargirlstabber]

i know i am spamming but i warned you-oops

Gently warming up their Lovers hands during the winter with Theodore Nott BUT he is the one with the cold hands…- bye 🫡

<3

babes, again and again, spam me, i love it🫶🏻 lmao as someone who rarely freezes i can sooo relate to that, to everyone around you getting cold hands and you're there just like- hm. cool. very nice.

cold hands

featuring. theodore nott

snow was falling as the cold winter months reached the magic school. everyone was wrapped up in blankets, jackets, and scarves, not letting the cold air touch them. the slytherin house was no exception to that, y'all sitting in the common room, trying to warm up your bodies while spending some time together.

theo was sitting on the couch, your place was on his lap, sitting sideways and leaning into your boyfriend. across from you were mattheo and draco slouched into the soft cushions, mindlessly chatting with theo and blaise, who sat next to the two of you.

the fire crackled, pushing soothing warmth into the dark room although it didn't really do it's job right. you couldn't help but nothing theo rubbing his hands together, here and there blowing some hot air onto them.

so the good girlfriend you are, you wordlessly took his big hands as you spread your thighs a little, pushing his cold palms in between and closing your legs again. your boyfriend just smirked at you, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your shoulder.

his hands shall not get cold that evening...

[jumpingjoltiks]

Here’s another idea for a bit of a comically anarchist reader who doesn’t believe in rules; Imagine Emmet and Ingo getting together with a person who loves to break into restricted places(such as their office or… Well… I can’t think of many other place they wouldn’t mind *too* much for their s/o to break in, but I’m sure you’ll have ideas of your own! ( >౪<)ﾟ) only to leave sweet gifts like hot chocolates or coffees for their beloved or objects Ingo and Emmet might have forgotten when going into work or needed once at work? Like, if one day it suddenly starts suddenly raining, umbrellas or, if it starts snowing, scarves and snow gloves? Wouldn’t that be just the sweetest??? (灬º ᗢूº灬)

How mischievous! 🤭

At first, they don’t really notice. The twins are kept so busy with work – the minding and upkeep of the subway trains, writing up and checking over incident reports, and, of course, the battle subway – that it’s easy to lose track of things.

A pack of Emmet’s favorite energy drink, the one he keeps in the mini-fridge by his desk, mysteriously replenishes over the weekend.

It rains, and suddenly, a pair of umbrellas appear on either side of their office door. Had those always been there?

How considerate it was, for the depot agents to drop off a pair of coffee orders, done up just the way they liked them.

They’re a little surprised at first when they realize that none of these things are coincidence.

It’s the day they’ve forgotten their lunches at home. The brothers had bemoaned the mistake, but they’d been in a rush that morning. The two had slept in a little too late after a long night of movies with you. They would have to resort to the quick service sandwich shop in the lobby instead of the homemade meals they preferred.

So when a pair of perfect lunches, packed neatly and placed on the center of each of their desks, appear, they’re naturally a little surprised.

Chandelure had sometimes done things like this. It used to be, on particularly late nights, the ghost pokemon would silently vanish out of the room and return with a box of leftovers, or better – warm takeout.

But she’d been battling with Ingo all morning. She’d had no time to go all the way home and back again.

Ingo and Emmet puzzle over it, trying to determine where the mystery food had come from.

Ingo steps into the hall to grab a depot agent and ask them some questions.

Emmet has a different suspicion. He texts you.

Honey Bunneary, did you reallllly come all the way to the station to drop off lunches for Ingo and I?

The text he receives only a moment later is proof of his suspicions

Hehehe Guilty! I couldn’t stand the thought of my favorite guys going hungry <3

Emmet narrows his eyes at the phone

and you didn’t wait to say hello while you were here! Verrrrrry mean! we would have liked to see you! :(

I wanted it to be a surprise! Don’t worry, I’ll give you a warm hello when you get home tonight Hope you enjoy baby xoxo

Ingo returns from asking the depot agents if they’d seen you (or anyone unauthorized) enter the employee-only area. They hadn’t, but your texts confirmed what the depot agents had overlooked.

So how had you managed it?

Back home, you neatly tuck your stolen gear station uniform away into its storage box under the bed. There it will stay until the next time your boys needed something.

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[isaut]

32!

its so funny you say this. because like. this is such a chrollo x hisoka song. we gonna fight when i see you? that mean we gonna fuck. but its ok. im not writing that. megan drop your blog please. tw: reader reads acotar. chrollo x f!reader

send me a # and ill write a fic based on it!

"so you're seeing him?" your best friend, deidra, asks. she's standing over you where you sit at your work desk, trying desperately to hide your phone.

"i'm seeing him, but not like that," you say quickly.

"you're glowing," deidra says. she places her hands on your desk and gets into your space. "you haven't glowed like this in years. how many times did y'all fuck?"

"we didn't fuck!" you defend, albeit poorly. poorly because you've never been a good liar.

"i'm done talking," you had admitted, setting your martini glass on the table. there's one more sip of an espresso martini left in it. incense circles in the air, and your knee is touching kuroro's.

his eyebrows had raised in surprise, and he set his glass down as well. two sips left. "did i say something?"

you shook your head, leaning into his space "no, what you just said about liza was really hot. i'm going to kiss you now."

kuroro did not mention that he nailed liza's characterization from perusing your copy of notes from the underground. instead he gave you a lopsided, boyish smile and shamelessly flits his eyes from your own to your lips. it went straight to your core.

deidra snaps her fingers in your face. you jolt in your seat, brought back to reality. "what?" you snap.

"just admit you fucked! was it good?" deidra presses.

was it good? gods...

you had gripped onto your pillows like there was no tomorrow. your heel was squarely pressing into the middle of kuroro's back, one hand on your waist and the other pulling back your mound to reveal your pretty puffy clit.

kuroro's lips had barely left yours, his tongue sweeping through your slick. his arm applied pressure the best it can to your thigh, feeling it begin to close in against him. you had let out countless, shameless moans and they reach a crescendo as your hand tangles in his hair. you didn't know if you wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

your back had lifted off the bed when he removed his hand there, fingers joining his tongue. the coil winding up inside you tightened as his finger joined his tongue, as it swirled around your hole, already tight from how close you had been...

you cross your legs, remembering how it only took two of his fingers slighting through the tightness of your hole to make you cum instantly. how he shamelessly lapped everything up. how wet his face had been. how wet he made yours by lifting him up your body, fingers still moving slowly within you, to capture your lips in a deep, breathless kiss. how you had tasted on his tongue. how his tongue— you clear your throat and set your phone aside, face down. after all, the text that's begging your response is flirty in nature. i have ideas about tonight. he'd been typing when deidra had walked in.

"fuck off, deidra. i'm trying to grade," you say, picking your pen back up.

deidra laughs. "is he better than rhysand?"

"yeah," you admit, clicking your pen. "he's real."