#these two are sending me FERAL and i make no apologies for it

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Favourite stsg moments: JJK S2 Episode 1

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Peaches and Cream || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x f!reader

Summary: There's a stark difference with how your husband and Miguel treats you, starting with how rough the latter can be.

Tags: SMUT, NOT BETA READ, unprotected sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, pussy slapping (once), fluff (?), jealous!Miguel, Miguel has a big dick.

Words: 2.2k

I got distracted from writing domestic Miguel after he replaced the dad!Miguel after he got shot. This is shit, my apologies I'll do better and add more flavor next time, promiseee. Title is from the song I was listening to the whole time by Noah Davis.

I don't know how to navigate tumblr as a second blog but thank you to all your comments, reblogs and likes, it really does motivate me to write more and better stuff. Also thank you to two blogs for putting me in their recommendations! I made it guys :''DD!!

cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love || hermosa - beautiful || pobrecita - poor thing (correct me on this one please) || calladita - quietly (thank you sm @eminenceplant for this)

There's a stark difference between your husband and the man hovering above you like a predator about to pounce.

Your husband's hands were soft and loving as it caressed and wandered your body as he peppered kisses down from your neck and to your inner thigh. All of his gestures are a sweet concoction of loving and adoration.

Whilst Miguel's touch was desperate, territorial as he clawed down your flesh, human nails digging into your thighs and breasts as he left a trail of purple bruises around your neck, collarbones before stopping to nip at your hip bone. Everything he does is animalistic, deprived and hungry as if he hasn't eaten for centuries.

His red eyes were clouded with dark lust, glinted with something carnal, even feral, in the dark that got your spine tingling with anticipation.

To see and feel his perpetual desperation for your skin, your scent and desire for your touch had your pride piercing the heavens. To be wanted as he does like you're the air he breathes is dizzying and you can't help but want more.

It's exhilarating, addicting even.

It hasn't been long since you found yourself in love with another version of your husband, yet you grew to crave more of him as seconds ticked by.

Miguel's muscled arms curled around your thighs, forcing them open before pulling you flush to his face with a surprising strength. A pleased sigh escaped your lips as his hot breath fans over your pubic bone, hand falling to knot onto his hair and tugging him closer.

You soon realised why he paused on top of your mound as he inhaled you in, immediately your cheeks flamed.

"You smell heavenly, baby. So wet for me as well, makes me want to taste you."

You bite your bottom lip, nodding urgently as you tug him closer and he clicks his tongue.

"Hermosa, I need your words."

"Please darling? I'll be nice I swear, eat me out please."

Miguel doesn't need to be told twice, dipping his tongue onto your dripping folds. Your back arched at the sensation, after months of no intimacy following the change in your husband, your arousal lit your nerve endings ablaze.

His left hand that was digging into your flesh then reached to splay itself onto your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress as his tongue flicked your clit with a firm pace.

With every flicker of his appendage, hot pleasure rockets into your stomach, body growing feverish as pressure builds up inside your abdomen.

As if sensing your orgasm from the hitch of your breath alone, his right arm unwinds from your thigh to trail down to your fluttering entrance, caressing the rim so sweetly it hurts.

"Miguel please."

He ignored you, focusing on suckling on your clit with a reawakened fervor. You tugged onto his hair, hard enough for it to hurt, for him to listen to your pleas yet he only grunted, sending ample vibrations to quake your bones.

"Beg for it nicely, cariño. I want to hear you beg for me."

"I want your fingers in me, please! Miguel, baby, I want to feel you in me, please."

He groaned, it rumbled in his chest before sending shockwaves down your spine. Then he shoved two of his thick fingers inside you and you jerked. The burn of being breached got your blood buzzing as it mixed with the pleasure his tongue gave you.

If your husband was gentle with his fingers, inserting them one by one with utmost care, Miguel is everything he stands against. 

His fingers immediately found a punishing pace, plunging in and out of you whilst curling up to touch the spongy spot in your walls. Encouraged by his digits, his tongue grew frantic as it sucked and flicked your clit rapidly, driving you closer and closer to your precipice. You opened your mouth to scream but it was caught short by his other hand clamping over your lips.

"Calladita, you're going to wake Gabriella up."

Miguel's gaze burns your face as he brings you pleasure atop pleasure with every thrust and lick .

To see your eyes roll back and your chest rise as you arch, the greedy monster claws at his neck, wanting for more reactions.

Bet her husband had also made her this way...

An ugly head reared out of the back of his brain, whispering taunts into his ears and reaching around with its rotten hands to blind his eyes. 

With the bitter realization, his fingers pistoned in and out of you with a punishing pace, the heel of his palm slamming into your engorged clit as a pathetic wet squelch echoed in the room. The sudden change in pace got you writhing, your mewls muffled by his hand.

"So fucking wet for me, hermosa. Tell me, do you get this turned on for your husband?"

You didn't respond and that seemed to anger him, pulling his fingers out and cutting off the intoxicating thrum of heat in your veins and you whined, displeased. Hearing this, he brought his hand down for a firm slap onto your clit.

"Fuck…"

"You don't get to react, mi amor."

He sat up, pushing down his sweatpants along with his boxers and his erection stands, slapping against his stomach. Your eyes immediately caught the dribbles of pre-cum pulsing out of his tip and your tongue grew heavy, hand reaching out to grab onto his dick.

Miguel, in more ways than one, is bigger than your husband. Your hand barely closed up around his length and dread loomed over you. He's about to ruin you, mind and body, with this dick.

Fuck, will this fit in me?

"You're so big."

He chuckled darkly, fingers pinching your chin. "No, your husband's just lacking, hermosa."

You should've been angered by his comment but you couldn't find it in yourself to reprimand him for it. Instead, you find yourself flustered at his confidence.

"On your knees."

As if hypnotized, you followed despite the disappointment rumbling inside you for not being able to pleasure him. 

You pushed yourself off of the mattress to turn but he was quicker, ever the impatient man that he is, his large hand splayed between your shoulder blades and pinned you to the cushion, forcing you to present your ass up at him.

"Darling? I really don't think it'll fit."

A resonating slap echoed in the room as he swatted your ass and you whimpered, body lurching away before strong arms dragged you back under him.

"You can and you will. I will make sure of it."

His cockhead poked your entrance and a thrill slithered down your spine. You looked down to your pussy, watching with rapt attention as he dragged himself up and down your folds.

The sight of his disheveled self with his head thrown back and mouth agape to let out groans made you shiver. How could someone look so attractive?

Miguel soon pushed in, the head of his dick immediately lodging into your small hole, stretching you wide as he slowly inserted more of his inches. The sting it brought got you gasping and grabbing tight onto the sheets, already feeling full to the brim with barely half of him in.

"Fuck, you're so tight for me. Pobrecita… your husband must've never fucked you wide open before."

Just when you thought it was done, he continued to push more of him. Your head grows light, pleasure shocking all your nerve endings awake from your legs and to the tip of your toes.

He didn't even let you rest, already pulling back and you almost shot up to grab him, scared he'd leave you hanging but Miguel left his cockhead in before thrusting all of his inches back in with one fluid motion and your mouth fell agape. 

"Fuck…! Miguel please!"

"What a greedy girl. Don't worry baby, I'll treat you well tonight."

If his slow thrust already had your mind fuzzy from the pain of the stretch and pleasure, his callous and frenzied pace got you praying as he released shockwaves after shockwaves of bliss to shatter your bones and down to your trembling legs.

You barely had the mind to bite onto the sheet to muffle your cry as he drove manically behind you. 

Seeing this, Miguel grew displeased. Despite knowing the reason for your actions, he wanted to hear how well he fucks you. It was childish trying to outdo someone he'd never encounter again but his pride is bruised.

That fucker got the chance to devour and have you pliant and panting under him for decades while he withered back in his lab trying to get rid of his unwanted addiction.

The bastard has ingrained himself into your body for years and he can't have that.

There should only be one man you should think about at night and be reminded of when you sit to feel the soreness rendering your lower body boneless.

"I'm gonna install noise suppressors in our room tomorrow then you'd be free to scream my name whenever you like, mi vida. You know how I love it when you cry for me."

You didn't say anything but instead nodded frantically. Fire licked every inch of your skin as the familiar tightness in your abdomen appeared, lightning shooting up your spine with every savage thrusts.

There was nothing else you could think of, focused on reaching your deserved nirvana and desperately shaking your hips to meet his thrust. Seeing how fucked and blissed out you were, Miguel groaned before swatting the globes of your ass, pulling a mewl from you.

"Look at you, so cock drunk for me. So beautiful… It makes me wanna tease you a little."

Feeling your orgasm being torn away as he slows, you whine and reach back to grab his hips, forcing him to piston in and out of you with a mewl. Miguel watched you with heavy lidded eyes, he has never seen such a sinful yet delicious sight until now.

If there was a scene he could ingrain into the back of his eyelids, this would be it. 

You, so desperate for a release and trying to chase it when he refused to. Eyes glazed with tears of frustration as you gave up trying to control his hips and bucked your hips like a madwoman into his dick.

There's no such thing as guilt when he got to witness you in such a vulnerable state, only gratefulness.

"Mi cielo, please! Move, I want to come so bad please…!"

He had a different plan for the evening but if you begged so sweetly like that, there's nothing he wouldn't give you.

A house, a new ring with the biggest gemstone you love, the world, the universe or something as simple as a climax becomes acquirable if you want them so badly, he'd give it all to you.

"Anything for you, cariño."

Despite the callousness of his touch driven with wanderlust and desperation to the point of passionate worshiping, Miguel differs from your husband by being love-starved and his brimming confidence in pleasing you a hundred ways before tomorrow without breaking a sweat.

A welcomed and fresh change nonetheless, the difference only led you to fall deeper in love with him.

He drove his dick back into you with a fresh yet ravenous pace, pulling back till his cockhead remains before plunging all of himself in. Miguel's nails dug deep into your flesh enough to make you fear for a permanent dent in them.

Your skin flared as the coil in your stomach reawakened, tightening further and further with every thrust. The warmth is maddening yet deliciously addictive as it lashes out, wrapping around your swelling heart.

"Let me come please? I want it please…! Ah!"

He leant down while his hand reached down to roll your clit in tight eights, decreasing his pace yet hitting deeper as he swept the hair behind your ear before tugging it hard.

"Give it to me, mi vida. I want it all, come around me."

With his proximity and whispered command, there was nothing else you could do but burst. 

Ecstasy easily drowns you as it floods your senses, white hot pleasure exploding behind your eyelids as you screamed into the sheets. Your orgasm rippled through you, shimmying under your skin and turning your limbs useless as they grew light.

There's nothing else you could call what you were feeling except 'heavenly'.

With the constant pulse of your velvet walls clamping down on him, Miguel soon followed with a deep resonating groan to his annoyance, painting your insides white with his liquid arousal.

It was a wonder he lasted this long after having only his hands to entertain him for years in the laboratory and spider hub. Nonetheless, he has his life to spend with you, years where he could discover and evoke your deepest desires. 

Placing gentle kisses on your shoulders, he grinned. "Te amo cariño."

"I love you more…" You mumbled back, exhaustion weighing your eyelids. You barely picked up his clicking tongue before he spoke up, sounding determined as if it was set in stone.

"No sleeping, mi vida. We're not done yet, I have months to make up, no?"

[pierregazly]

1+ 2 = ...4? ꨄ pierre gasly smau

pierre gasly x wife!russell!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of twins, george having a meltdown

in which pierre put his tripod to use and caused two major outcomes, george has a meltdown, and all the fans just want to know what's going on?

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ynrussell joyeux anniversaire mon amour. three years ago today i married the love of my life and became the official mrs. gasly, so excited to give you your present tonight 🫶🏻

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username omg babes post the present!!! let us all be jealous

username happy anniversary mom and dad

charles_leclerc 🥳💗

username feel like it was just yesterday that i was jealous out of my mind about their wedding... still jealous tho

pierregasly joyeux anniversaire ma chère, i am the luckiest man in the world

pierregasly can't wait to give your your own present tonight

pierregasly it rhymes with tierod

username TRIPOD PIERRE

username im SCREAMING send this man right to PRISON

georgerussell63 god every time i see anything to do with you two i have to bleach my bloody eyes. happy anniversary you two, im disgusted.

username poor george, him and carmen are so tame compared to these two... i love the polar opposite sibling trope

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pierregasly i hope the pizza was good ma chérie, and hope it satisfied the little bean's cravings

ynrussell it was delicious... but we kind of want chocolate now too :(

pierregasly ill check ubereats and see what i can do

ynrussell mine and the bean's saviour 🫶🏻

pierregasly

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pierregasly unfortunately not the finish we would have liked, the 15 second penalty cost us significantly and i apologize to my team and all our fans for it. will come back bigger and better next time 💪 now time to go and spend some well deserved time off with my family

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username thank you for pushing through and giving us an awesome race to watch pierre!

username loved your helmet this weekend pierre!

username sad that mother ynrussell wasn't here this weekend, but happy to see her in the likes

username 'well deserved time off with my family' do we think that's alluding to something else????

username girl he's obviously talking about his wife and his family??? like what

username ummm sorry he almost always says 'my loved ones' gotta push the pregnancy rumour agenda some more

ynrussell we're all so proud of you pear 🫶🏻 the track limits and penalties are bullshit and i'll be sending a strongly worded letter to whoever costs you anything good

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pierregasly 😂😭🤍

username who is 'we're all' who is the plural that she's referring to omg

username i'm telling y'all... mother is becoming a real mother idc what any of y'all say

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ynrussell omf make sure you get extra cheesecake... and extra elcairs, and a few brownies... maybe get a few of everything??? the bean's want them!!!!

pierregasly well if the bean's want them....

username this SCREAMS my wife is pregnant and sent me on a late night snack run omf

username tell us your secret!!!!

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ynrussell sorry just have to appreciate how incredibly sexy it is seeing my super sexy amazing husband with kids!!! like how lucky am i!!! can't wait til' you're holding our future babies (my ovaries are exploding, i am crying, it's going to be a long day)

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username girl this seems a little feral idk

georgerussell63 this is certifiably disgusting. please grow up.

username you know who would post something like this??? a wife expecting a baby who is getting more excited about that baby seeing her husband with kids

username seems legit idk

pierregasly is this your nice way of asking me to pickup more eclairs on the way home?

ynrussell cinnamon buns too?? please?? je t'aime

pierregasly can't wait to hold our future bean's too ma chérie

username pierre as a dad is going to be so sexy, ynrussell is so right??? those babies are going to be beautiful omf

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pierregasly october 2024 / gasly thing 1 and gasly thing 2 🐣🚼

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ynrussell omg i'm pregnant???? SURPRISE

ynrussell maman is begging for them to come sooner, her poor back.

username AH I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT. MY HEART.

username THING 1 AND THING 2 AHHHHH

username pierre is gonna be a girl dad AND a boy dad?????? we're so blessed

georgerussell63 excuse me????

georgerussell63 you knocked my sister up????

georgerussell63 i told you to stay away from her??? this is outrageous i am disgusted

pierregasly sorry, tripod's work well.

ynrussell pierre delete this comment rn, i swear to god.

georgerussell63 (i am so excited to meet my baby niece and baby nephew. uncle georgie loves you both so much)

lewishamilton congratulations! roscoe is so excited 🤍

charles_leclerc uncle cha reporting for duty 🫡 congratulations, you two.

georgerussell63 i'd like to emphasize i'm still having a meltdown from when you casually gave me a bottle of gin to announce this. gasly genes should not be casually mixed like this.

username i dont think anyone understands the joy im feeling??? im honoured to be alive to see this

username they're gonna be such amazing parents im literally ????? so excited??????

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ynrussell thank you for the beautiful baby shower, auntie carmen already has spot number 1 🫶🏻

username omg omg omg omg

username this is SO CUTE

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username girl u look like ur about to pop (lovingly)

pierregasly my beautiful wife

ynrussell i don't feel very beautiful right now. i feel huge and tired and exhausted.

pierregasly still the most beautiful woman in the world

ynrussell

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ynrussell things are getting very, very real (not real enough for my back to not hurt, thing 1 and 2 you both are killing me)

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username this aesthetic is so CUTE (that room is fucking beautiful i want a house tour????)

username they're literally due in like less than 2 months???? pierre is gonna be a dad that soon???? praying for u ynrussell

charles_leclerc im personally demanding compensation for the bruises i have from putting the nursery together

ynrussell shut up cha, you literally offered and begged to be involved

pierregasly yeah shut up cha

alexandrasaintmleux can't wait to see my art piece up in the bébé's room 🫶🏻

ynrussell knew i could always count on you angel

username im so invested in this pregnancy none of you even understand

username starting a poll asap on the babies names omf

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ynrussell 2024.10.16 / welcome to the world my precious théodore and éloïse. maman and papa love you so much.

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username omg congratulations!!! such beautiful names.

username they share a birthday with charles im crying

lewishamilton congratulations! so beautiful, you are a rockstar ynrussell

charles_leclerc truly the best birthday present i could've asked for. ellie and théo should be so proud of their maman.

pierregasly the happiest day of my life, given to me by the most important woman in my life. thank you for blessing me.

username again i am so invested in this. i am so happy for these two, they're going to be incredible parents.

alpinef1team welcome to the family baby éloïse and baby théodore!

mercedesamg welcome to the family x2

username oh girl the racing teams are gonna FIGHT over these two just you wait

and there she is! after weeks of gasly!twin asks, i finally decided it was time to bring them to life in the realest way i could. i hope you all loved this as much as i loved writing it. thank you to everyone for all the incredible inspiration, and for continuing my obsession.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

Is it just me or is there something hot about premature ejection?

Like let’s say you finally got Zevlor to come into your tent at the teifling party. It started off so shy, he knows what to do but it’s just been so long since he’s touched someone. He doesn’t want to mess it up, to scare you off. But soon you’re straddling his lap, taking the lead wanting to egg him on so much till he goes feral. Then once you manage to slip him through your tight warmth, he just can’t help it. With a husky groan and a throbbing of his cock he’s filling your cunt, and you only had gone down half way…it’s pathetic…but you want him to do it again…

Rolan I imagine is even more pathetic, poor thing is all faux confidence and experience. When you two sneak off into the woods, he can hardly keep up with you. His cock so painful hard as your tongue slides against his, your hips grinding against his hard length still trapped in his trousers begging for touch, for that warmth he has only ever imagined in those late lonely nights. It’s all perfect, your body so soft, your grinding feeling so fucking good…then when you moan how wet you are, he can’t take it anymore. Poor Rolan cums in his pants, his face so flushed in embarrassment, his voice stuttering excuses. All you can do is smile and sink down to your knees, offering to clean it up…he didn’t realize you would be with your tongue. He couldn’t help himself when he came again shaking and whining as it spurted on your face…what an adorable loser….your going to fuck him hard…

I read this so many times anon… like…. So so so many times.

I- that Zevlor part, was so good. Holy crap I would let him do it again, premature ejaculation Zevlor is sooooooo hot like this made my body feel all warm and babbbbeessss my face was so flushed!!!!

Imagine how embarrassed he’d be, trying to hide his face with his hand, apologizing profusely. But he’s so cute like this, so you just move his hand out of the way and kiss the tip of his nose, your hips grinding down onto that perfect cock of his, “I don’t mind commander, you don’t need to be embarrassed~ I know it’s been a while for you~”

Ughhhhh and Rolan!!! What a beautiful disaster!! Yessss like imagine how pretty his cock looks as you pull it out of his pants, his cum decorating it with such a pretty shine. How could you not want to lick it off? Your warm lips wrapping around his messy prick, your tongue dancing around it cleaning his mess up. It’s enough to make him cum again.

Thank you anon for sending me this <3 it was beautiful xoxo

- 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓌𝒾 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Virgin Destroyer Dress

(Dress designed by https://twitter.com/Dishwasher1910)

Oblivious Y/N: *back from another shopping trip where Aphrodite assisted in picking out a new outfit* Lookie~! I got a new outfit! What do you think?

-Buddha: *if he was holding something it is now on the ground in thousands of pieces as he froze in shock, words escaping him as he trotted up to him, blinking up at him as he didn’t answer you* Y/N: Love~ are you okay? *He didn’t care that you were in the middle of his paradise, snatching you up before easily pinning you to the ground beneath him, eyes red with lust and passion as hearts appeared in them* You better hope I don’t rip this, because I’m going to ruin every inch of you!

-Poseidon: Sea God.exe has crashed and burst into flames *no words came as his brain couldn’t comprehend your body in such an outfit; when he tried to speak* Dolphin sounds *his face burned bright, his cold facade breaking as he threw you over his shoulder again, sprinting to your bedroom* You’re going to pay for this!!

-Sasaki: *he dared not turn around, remembering the last time you did this, the dress that he ravaged you in for hours was hidden away, so he wouldn’t attack you again* *he swallowed hard, slowly turning as you called out his name and he felt his heart stop and instantly his hands flew to his crotch as his face burned and lewd thoughts quickly took over* Y/N!! Are you trying to kill me?! *You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, confused by his words before he quickly grabbed you, rolling you to your back so he loomed over you, his eyes blown wide with lust before removing his scarf and grabbing your wrists to bind them...again*

-Jack: *he couldn’t believe his eyes, he refused to believe them, turning back to his tea, sipping quietly, not looking over at you, thinking it was a trick of the light* *When he finished his tea he looked again, seeing you smiling warmly at him, giving a dainty twirl, asking for his opinion. He wiped his mouth on a napkin before folding the newspaper up and stood* My dearest Y/N, I am a gentleman and shall always be one. However, for the moment, I am going to indulge with you in an uncontrolled and savage way. *Before you could blink, he had thrown you over his shoulder, rushing to the bedroom as if you were going to disappear before he could fulfill his desires*

-Loki: *drops to his knees as a light shown from above upon him, tears cascading down his cheeks as he beheld the most stunning of creatures before him* *a feral grin quickly takes over as he rushes you, pinning you to a wall* Can I ravage you Y/N? Please say yes! *You turn your head with a pout, arms folding beneath your chest* Y/N: no, you ripped my dress last time *instantly he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, his chin resting on your belly, apologies falling from his lips like a mantra, hearts appearing in his eyes* I’ll beg, please let me have you, please, please, please~~~!!

-Odin: *the mug in his hands instantly shatter as you twirl in front of him, showing your newest outfit off with a bright, unaware smile. With a sigh, Muninn and Huginn are quick to make their exit again, knowing what was going to happen...again* *Odin quickly snatches you into his arm, sitting you on his lap so your back was to his chest, his large hands coming to rest, only momentarily, on your hips* You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N *you blink up at him, innocence in your eyes which only seems to make him more feral* Y/N: what do you mean? *Yeah... you couldn’t walk for two days after he finished with you but requested the outfit to be worn again. He was the only one to send Aphrodite a thank you message.*

[scalingsvt8thusiast]

Skin-Deep Chapter 1

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

A/N: my very first fic ever. not proofread, except by my obsessive editing. this is just chapter 1, so it's going to be a series :D . please bear with me, I have the entire draft done already and depending on the reception I may release the other chapters. also you can probably tell from my grammar where I'm from D: .

All you could think about was the music. So loud that you could barely hear your own thoughts, so loud that it made this random individual standing too close to you think that it was alright to speak into your ear. You could literally feel their breath down your ear canal and their spit on your neck. The lack of distance between your bodies was making it hard to breath and you felt too warm to be comfortable. 

You did not ask for this conversation, this person just thought you looked “lonely". Sure, standing in the corner next to the lamp and a vase made you look odd, but you were very content standing in the corner unnoticed, very content scrolling through Pinterest, very content left on your own. 

You watched as their mouth moved, hearing nothing but “finance” and “investment”. On second thought, maybe you were thankful for the loud pounding in your ear, not wanting to subject yourself to this conversation even in a library. Occasionally throwing in a smile or nod when they looked expectant of a reaction, you tried your best to discreetly text Mingyu to come and save you. 

Just as you were about to hit send on a poorly written text message, you felt an arm snake around your waist. Your eyes snapped up and a series of unsavoury words about to leave your mou-oh?

“There you are, princess,” that familiar drawl. Your turn and your eyes met a pair of familiar brown ones, your lips stretched into a smile. Not Mingyu, but this was much better.

That random individual immediately pulled back, it helped that Seungcheol had a larger build so he basically pushed the person away. You relaxed into his grip, relishing the feel of his arm around your waist. It felt like the music was drowned out in the time you looked into his eyes. 

“Sorry, she’s taken.” Seungcheol had managed to pry his eyes away from yours to give the unwanted individual a hard stare. They seemed to get the hint and muttered an apology before slinking off, probably to bother another poor unsuspecting party goer. 

You turn your body so you were facing Seungcheol, both his arms now around you and your hands rest on his hard chest. His eyes sliding back to meet yours, a confident smile decorating his face. The two of you could stand there forever if it weren’t for the loud music and rowdy party people. Someone elbowed you causing you to stumble further into this chest. 

“Woah there princess, drunk already?” He leaned towards you, “knew u were a lightweight but come on.”

The distance between the two of you not leaving any room for Jesus. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach going feral and your heart rate speeding up. His eyes pulling you in further, his smile making your knees weak. Maybe you did need to get a health checkup. 

“Y/N?” Both of you jolted out of your trance, realising the position you were in, you quickly pushed yourself away from him. His arms left your waist and all you could hear was the loud music again. 

“Y/N? Y/N!” Mingyu pushed himself through the crowd, “there you are, my god.”

Mingyu ushered the two of you towards another part of his house, the music wasn’t as loud here as it was in the previous room. There were lesser people and it was much easier to have an actual conversation here. 

“Gyu, I thought you said this was going to be a small party,” you say with your arms crossed.

Had you known that it was going to be such a big party, you would have rejected Mingyu’s invite immediately. You weren’t fond of large parties, preferring to spend your nights rolling around in bed with a good book and a nice cup of tea. When you did attend parties, you were almost always standing in a quieter part of the party scrolling through your phone and you only attended because of Mingyu’s constant pleading, he never liked it when you stayed at home for too long. 

“Yea, that’s what I thought,” he said, looking exasperated, “I told Soonyoung and next thing you know half the uni’s at my house. His fault really.”

The three of you turn to stare at Soonyoung who was currently doing a keg stand with Seokmin and Seungkwan at his sides shouting words of encouragement. You and Mingyu rolled your eyes while Seungcheol chuckled. 

Seungcheol gave you a pat on the arm before walking off to join Jeonghan and Joshua on the sofa. Watching his retreating figure, you hated to admit that you already missed his presence.

Once Seungcheol was out of earshot, Mingyu whacked you on the arm. “What’s up with the two of you?”

“Okay, ow.” You say while rubbing your arm, sometimes you wonder if he thinks everybody is as muscle-y as he is. “Nothing’s going on, he just saved me from some finance-bro.” 

Mingyu made a face, he quickly excused himself when he noticed Soonyoung getting off the keg looking like he was about to throw up in a nearby vase. Luckily Mingyu managed to catch him in time to redirect him towards an empty bucket. Seokmin and Seungkwan, who you were assuming were equally as drunk, booed at Soonyoung’s bent over figure as he slumped into the bucket. Mingyu turned to look at you with a look of pure disgust on his face. 

You grinned at him, not making any move to help. This was actually surprising, normally at this time of the night Mingyu would be the keg stand-er, everybody else would be drunk off their faces and you would probably be in Mingyu’s position right now. The only reason Mingyu was very sober, too sober he would argue, was because he had originally planned a movie night with your small friend group before it was clearly ruined by Soonyoung.

“And this is why we don’t tell Soonyoung anything in advance,” you muttered under your breath. 

Honestly you, and probably Mingyu, didn’t know 90% of the people in the house. You shuddered to think what was happening in the upstairs bedrooms. The last time Mingyu threw a party this big was on his birthday and you had stayed back to help his house staff clean. Whilst going through the rooms, you found that each and every bedroom was occupied by a couple or multiple couples doing things that you wished you had not seen. You then spent a month after that regularly attending Sunday masses, trying to rid your brain of the unsavoury images. You weren’t even religious!

You found yourself an empty spot on the sofa and decided that was where you would stay for the rest of the night. Pulling out your phone, you were just about to resume your very interesting read on dating sims and it’s effects on one’s love life when you feel a dip on the sofa and someone settled next to you. 

No doubt, it was another respectful individual trying to add you into their long list of women that they’ve hit on throughout the night. Maybe you’d be in this person’s top 10 if you were lucky. Once you’ve finally motivated yourself enough to greet the person, you planted a tight smile on your face and lifted your head. You were surprised to come face to face with your knight in shining armour. 

“Don’t look at me like that, princess, you forgot to thank me for saving you back there.” He tilted his head in the direction of the room you just came from, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind you.  

“I had it under control, my good sir,” your smile becoming more genuine, happy that you were finally in a softer environment where you could truly appreciate his voice.

“Didn’t look like it, milady,” he quipped with a playful gleam in his eyes, leaning closer to you. “You looked like you were 5 seconds away from investing in some poorly constructed pyramid scheme.”

“Was that what he was talking about? Honestly the music was so loud, all I could really feel was his spit.” you stick your tongue out, shuddering. 

Seungcheol chuckled, that deep baritone chuckle that would have millions of girls, including you, swooning. In fact right now some girls were throwing you dirty looks.

“Why are you here anyway? You were pretty quick to abandon me for Hannie and Josh.” 

“Aw come on princess, didn’t want your bodyguard over there t’have any reason to punch me.” Seungcheol gestured to Mingyu who patting Soonyoung on the back while Seungkwan and Seokmin danced around them. You were about to tease Seungcheol further when you felt a shadow loom over the two of you. 

“Cheollie baby, you promised me a dance!” You swore it was the highest, whiniest, squeakiest voice you had ever heard come out of a person. Some girls you didn’t recognise had surrounded Seungcheol and were currently giving him fuck-me eyes and pulling on his free arm. They purposefully pushed between the two of you, blocking your view of him. 

It was amusing how panicked Seungcheol looked. He eyed you, silently begging for help as the tugs got stronger and more violent each time. Some girls had, for the lack of a better word, started molesting his arms and chest. 

“Don’t let me keep you, Cheollie baby~” You say with a pitchier tone and the brightest smile you can manage. You give him a slow wave as you watch him be yanked off the couch by the giggling banshees.

Turning your attention back to your phone, you hear one of them say, “Why do you hang out with her Cheollie? She has a job? She’s like poor!” 

You weren’t sure if Seungcheol heard it. He probably wouldn’t care anyway. 

Now, back to datings sims and your love life.  

A/N 2: I always welcome constructive criticism. Send me something if you think I need to improve somewhere

[tending-the-hearth]

so bc they're on my brain and the amount of people acting like clarisse should be hated on the same level as luke is making me go feral so hcs about one of my favorite girls and her annoying brother percy <3

she and percy's names in each other's phones are "rissy" and "prissy" and they absolutely refuse to tell that to anyone

the only time people find out about the nicknames is post-blood of olympus when the head counselors meet with the camp jupiter senate and they go off in private and percy just grins at clarisse and says "hey rissy" and it's one of the only times anyone ever sees her truly cry and they have a teary reunion where they're definitely hugging each other way too tight

clarisse definitely gets closer with sally and paul when percy disappears. she visits more, and even spends the weekends there if she's having a bad time. she also bonds more with annabeth during that time too

post-chariot quest percy and clarisse check in on each other a little more. for them, it's in the form of sparring, so people think they're back to their rivalry, but they're really just having the time of their lives, laughing and grinning at each other

they have a heart-to-heart in the time between battle of the labyrinth and last olympian, where clarisse genuinely apologizes to percy, and they have a talk about everything percy's ever overheard, everything that happened with chris, with ares, with gabe, end it's very very healing for both of them

honestly that's the point where they start to see each other as siblings. percy brings clarisse back to the apartment, and sally and paul immediately just fall in love with her and are ready to adopt her then and there

clarisse and grover are the next ones that sally and paul reveal the pregnancy to, and clarisse tries so hard not to freak out until sally talks about how happy she is that estelle will have two wonderful big sisters to look up to.

GOD when percy first disappears, and clarisse wakes up to the sound of annabeth screaming for her boyfriend. it's the first time since silena's death that she's felt utter and horrifying fear in her heart

clarisse is one of the main campers to go out looking for percy, to the point where she's barely at camp

they send each other the stupidest photos, like i mean the absolute ugliest photos in the entire world, and each of them has a separate folder in their camera roll for it

there's a point during heroes of olympus where clarisse starts calling sally and paul mom and dad, and when percy comes back and it happens in front of him he just gets the biggest, stupidest smile on his face before clarisse punches his arm and shoves him off his chair

clarisse and percy have weekly dinners at sally and paul's <3333 where it's just the four of them + estelle once she's born

percy, texting clarisse after living in nr for a while: "hey i'm visiting mom for the weekend do you want to get lunch"

clarisse: "i hope your bus crashes and you die in a fireball"

also clarisse: "noon @ mcdonalds tomorrow if you're late i'll have a panic attack"

annabeth and chris see their text conversations and half of it is the two of them threatening to kill the other and use every piece of blackmail they have on each other and the other half is the deepest, most emotional conversations they've ever seen

literally no one understands their friendship, the rest of the seven asks annabeth about it one evening after seeing clarisse clothesline percy and steal his food before he sits down beside her and they engage in a quiet, obviously personal coversation that ends in a tight hug and annabeth just shrugs

[frostironfudge]

Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut

Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.

A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.

Word Count: 1k

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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine. 

In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze. 

“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises. 

The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only. 

“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place. 

“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out. 

“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes. 

Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other. 

“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other. 

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core. 

“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours. 

“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”

Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks. 

“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember. 

“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”

“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks. 

“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper. 

Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens. 

Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.

His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips. 

Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows. 

Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat. 

You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears. 

Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit. 

Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over. 

Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin. 

He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

Your whimper as he shifts inside you. 

“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly. 

You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.” 

“Ari.” You huff tired. 

“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. 

“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder. 

“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair. 

-x-

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hello hei hi yes. Uhm i was wondering if i could perhaps make a request to. Something relating to maybe modern aegon or even tgc! However u want it! And for the plot part could it be sth of the fact their partner was nott very welcomed by people in their life all the time and so now they do evrrything to always make them feel wanted and needed and safe and all that jazz. Thank u love your stories!

heya bby, thank you for sending in this request!!! you know I'm a sucker for angst lol! I appreciate you, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it xx apologies for the long wait!!!

Approval & Acceptance.

PAIRING: Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,018.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, mentions of slut-shaming, soft!Aegon.

A solid year had passed by since you'd plucked the courage to accept Aegon into your life, beyond the title of a mere friendly acquaintance. A wonderful, solid year it has been, now approaching the eve of your 1 year anniversary. Even prior to committing to Aegon as his one and only partner, you'd knew very little about him, although the extent of what you knew was not as pleasing as you’d liked…

A traditional part of living out a college life, many students often found themselves entangled in some sort of fraternity, which just happened to be the case for Aegon. He was quite the social butterfly, the centre of attention, although in a notorious way. The partying hardly ceased, only encouraging his previous habit of excessively drinking till he was passed out in some remote location of the campus. And the ladies… He relished in their undivided, carnally driven attention too, opting to satisfy his lust through sexual means, Aegon was a wild boy.

On the other hand, you had a rather mellow tune about yourself. More reserved and diligent with studies, although you did not mind the occasional outing, perhaps even a cocktail to go with it. You much rather preferred intimate, soulful gatherings than the chaotic mess of parties. Nonetheless, Aegon and yourself had mutually met one another and clicked instantaneously. The dynamic between you two was perfectly balanced, and gradually, romantic feelings had developed mutually.

The more of his time and thoughts you had naturally preoccupied, the more committed Aegon became, eager to devote his energy towards you. He began to disassociate himself from the all the unnecessary proclivities he'd previously pre-occupied himself with. Strenuously investing his efforts into making you as happy as can be.

The dates were splendid and fruitful, Aegon was infatuated with spoiling you with grand gestures and intimate, passionate love-making.

"I cannot get enough of you, sweetling, what have you done to me?"

Aegon would often mutter such pleasantries into your nearby ear, as he firmly held you close against his larger, warm body, enraptured in his arms, nothing but bare skin to skin contact.

It was undeniable, however...

The affection you naturally showered Aegon, was something that he'd been craving yet denied so vicariously throughout majority of his life. Upon mingling with you, it was all he could crave for, so desperately. Seeking for your approval and acceptance at all times. Your sweet, delicate scent had even become some sort of an addiction for him, that made him feral. Girls had come and gone in his life as means to satisfy his 'manly' needs, although none had remained, nor impressed him enough to have such a profound effect on him. With each lovingly, passing day, Aegon became more serious with you, serious enough that he had been intending to introduce you to his kin, as his girlfriend.

****

You'd been feverishly hesitant for tonight, as the hours tolled throughout the day, you could've sworn you were falling ill from the anticipation.

"Wh-What if they don't like me, Aeg? If they don't approve of me, what then? Do we stop seeing each other?"

"Oh, Y/N-C'mon, now. Be serious...Perhaps, they might not warm up to you but rest assured, they could never say no to some cake-" Aegon chuckled, as he fleetingly eyed the baked good resting on your lap, that you'd meticulously prepared hours ago, before resuming his attention back on the road ahead.

"Aegon, stop! You are absolutely no help right now! You know how these things stress me out," You defeatedly sulk, as you continue to dreadfully stare out across the vicinity beyond the car window. You could suspect Aegon's side glances towards your stoic direction, as he sensed the tension oozing from your stiff body.

"Y/N, baby, you know I'm only fucking with you, right?" Another glance exchanged between the road and you, you'd silently shrugged to Aegon's words.

"Y/N-"

A large hand gripped your chin firmly, pulling your face towards his direction.

"I mean it. I'm certain they are going to love you, baby, how could they not?"

His sweets words, earned a half-hearted smile from you, as you further leaned into his touch. His grip releasing from your chin, now reached over to your closest hand, as he pulled it over for a quick peck. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, before resuming the wheel, you felt a calm wash over, easing your worries for now...

****

"Aegon, that was fucking terrible. That went to shit pretty quick!" You vexed, as you aggressively smacked your clutch down on the dining table, Aegon silently following you behind as you entered your shared apartment. The car ride home felt long and painful, you both remained quiet, no words exchanged as you pondered over your vivid thoughts, emotions tense. You felt sick to your stomach, for the family dinner did not go accordingly, nor as Aegon had desperately hoped. The words he'd shared with you just moments before arriving to his family's place, now meant nothing, fuelled with delusions.

"Y/N, I-I'm sorry-" Aegon softly uttered, followed by a sigh, as he undid the tight buttons of his shirt, plopping himself defeatedly on the couch, as you removed the fine earrings you'd donned.

"It's not your fault, Aeg... They ripped into you just as much as much as they did me."

It was unfortunately the truth...

The moment you'd even entered the grand home, gifting the backed good to Alicent, who carefully eyed it, you'd already managed to trigger some spiteful side glances from his mother. As she closely eyed your figure up and down, beside her eldest son's side, her lips pursed in an almost disappointed look.

Aegon's father unwell, his health declining, as Aegon had pre-warned you, only managed to stay for a quick greeting, before resuming to the comfort of the bed. He seemed rather pleasant towards you, and rather wished for him to have stayed in place of Alicent, however, he too had a pre-dispositioned distaste for his eldest son, from again, what Aegon had disclosed to you.

"Forgive us, Aegon often rushes the girls out of the house, not bringing them in to be introduced, so this could be the first of many," Alicent spat, exchanging a smirk that you felt was fuelled with spite. Almost as though it was her jab at reducing you to the same type of 'company' Aegon would previously seek out.

"I should've known they would have acted this way, baby. A-As if they're trying to test me," Aegon exhaustedly stuttered, rubbing the furrow of his brows as he rested his head forward over his hands.

"And I just had to drag you into their fucking shit."

"Mother- You said you'd play nice... Now, this- This, is my darling, Y/N, Y/N this is everyone-," Aegon teased and hastily proceeded, a poor attempt of trying to alleviate his mother's harshness, as he gently pushed you forward.

"Helena, Aemond and Daeron-" Aegon continued as he gestured toward each sibling, you shaking each of their hands cordially. Respectively, Helaena too, seemed pleasant enough, although withdrawn and uninterested in the evening. Upon, close examination of her interactions with her own mother, it seemed the poor girl remained closed off towards her too, probably as means to not mingle with such bitterness. Daeron, Aegon's youngest brother, immediately succumbed to the distraction of his phone, silencing the conversation at hand with his costly looking headphones.

Aemond, on the other hand, showed no interest nor the slightest inch of a smile, as he stood self-assuringly by his mother's side, exchanging a private word with her as they guided you into the dining room, where the meals had been set and prepped already.

Questions had been asked about your studies, job and general background, although you felt they were said more out of obligation than the actual itch of wanting to know.

Aegon gradually grew rigid as the minutes went by, his mother and brothers, exchanging quick jabs at the eldest for his indecency, lack of dignity in his ventures and poor choices. You felt for Aegon deeply, wounded mutually by their brutal words, for it seemed as though they were reluctant to get to know the reinvented version of himself. Stubborn in their perceptions of him, deeming him "incapable of change" as Aemond insisted, in the confinement of the kitchen as he aided his mother in the dishes... You had overheard their private conversation, although refused to mention such things to Aegon, for it would upset him even more.

For a while, Aegon continued to divert the conversation onto you, wanting his family to optimise the opportunity to know you, although it seemed his efforts were pinned against him.

After revealing that Aegon and yourself had met mutually at a party, you'd witnessed a sly, haste exchange between Aemond and his mother, before Alicent coughed up the audacity to say:

"So I see you are not so different from where my son finds his usual tastes."

"Aegon, you didn't know-" Slowly walking over towards his dejected side on the couch, tenderly rubbing small circles on his back.

"If anything, they were quite volatile to you too, baby."

"Yes, but Y/N this is nothing new for me...If I'm being honest with myself, I gave them all the reasons in the fucking world, to hate me, but you?-" His attention panned towards you, as his hands cupped your tearful face in his instinctively, a saddened look struck upon him as he noticed your hurt one.

"How could they say such awful things about you, my sweet, sweet angel-" Aegon leaning in closer, closed the short distance between you both, as he planted a passionate kiss against your soft, lipstick stained lips.

"I truly am sorry about their behaviour, baby- I'm going to have a real, hard chat with them tomorrow, trust. Let's just get ready for bed." As you nodded your head in agreement, you both stood up, Aegon following you closely behind, holding one hand, whilst the other cheekily spanked your ass, as you gracefully walked. Turning swiftly to face him, now a sly look strewed across your face, you knew that Aegon deserved some sort of reward for putting up with tonight.

****

Nonetheless, you fucked him real good, it seemed it greatly helped to relieve the tension built up from the night prior, for the both of you. Having been drained mentally from the dinner, and physically exhausted from the long, sensual rounds of sex, you awoke the next morning to Aegon's missing figure from his usual side of the bed. Your arm reaching out only to be met with cold, empty sheets, instead you reached over for your phone. The unlocked screen had already displayed an unread message from "Aegon."

"Gone to speak to my family, angel. Don't wait to have breakfast, I'll be back for some more fucking as my reward. I love you."

You couldn't help but smile, for despite how belittled Aegon was, he was considerably resilient. He never hesitated to defend those that he cared for, those that he sincerely loved, and you were nothing less.

He had retuned an hour later, and disclosed the exact discussion that had taken place. From what you'd heard, it seemed Aegon had plentiful to say this time, whereas his mother and Aemond, remained to be the ones biting their venomous tongues. Giving them the ultimatum to apologise, or he'd refused to see them once more, Alicent immediately insisted he bring you over for another attempt of a family dinner.

Aegon and yourself agreed, however on your terms. You'd be the ones to arrange the date and time that best catered for yourselves.

And just as he'd mentioned and liked to remind you, you had rewarded Aegon with a generous amount more of fucking, before lounging around in each other's pleasant company. Warmly embraced in Aegon's arms on the couch, as you nestled in, to watch a cringe rom-com, the night before slowly became a blur.

It was the small, precious moments that mattered most...

[soaps-mohawk]

i'm so sorry to send two asks in one day but that other anon got me riled up.... beach day?!?!?!

i genuinely think i'd pass out seeing both price and soap shirtless in my general vicinity. two big, burly, hairy, bear-ish men? i'm sold, immediately!! (it's clear who my favourites are 🤭)

and i know soap would be like.. intently zoned-in on creating a sandcastle kingdom or something, and i'd totally help him out. get price to put on my sunscreen maybe 😉 and simon could totally get that impeccable bronze tan he talks about in mw3

i'd be SO feral. all 4 of them? beach? shirtless? get me there immediately. absolutely foaming at the mouth.

- a very rabid 🪐

No need to apologize 😂 send as many as you'd like lol.

Mm the way I'd just sit and stare at all of them. Definitely getting teased by Simon about getting sand in my mouth if I hold it open too long 😂

Y'all are just trying so hard to make me write a beach day aren't you 😂 who knows? Maybe they'll take a little vacation soon.

[atarathegreat]

Drunken Dancing Atsushi Sendo

Akkun loved to make you happy. Nothing lit up his nerves more than when you would smile that huge smile and laugh because you were awkward when people did anything for you. Apology flowers always getting met with light giggles and waving it off, saying "It's okay, Atsu, really." He would buy you things he knew you liked and set them in the open for you to find while he was at work waiting for the picture you'd undoubtably send as soon as you spotted it.

Going to a nightclub, you once told him, was on your bucket list. You had never been and wanted to experience it in full force. For your safety and bank account, Akkun took you to one of the clubs he owned. Who didn't like free drinks and the rights to say "my boyfriend owns the club." Shame was something Akkun stopped feeling years ago so he didn't mind when you would drunkenly pull on his belt, giggling and teasing him, trying to entice him onto the dance floor. "I'm not a dancer, babe, you go have fun." Akkun smiled and nudged you away as he reached for his non-alcoholic drink. Someone had to drive you home.

Multiple men had watched you and the group of girls you'd molded to, a few speaking lewdly and making Akkun kick them out. He didn't care about any damn reviews as long as you could party without being ogled by morons with shriveled balls.

The blame was really on him, and Akkun knew that. Letting you leave the house in that low cut, shorty dress that hugged you far too perfectly was the worst idea he ever had. Not only was he going feral, despite having already taken you in one of the back rooms, but a few of the men on the dancefloor were getting too close to you. Thankfully, two of the girls in your group were sober enough to push them away, keeping you drunker ladies safe from the unwanted harassment.

Like a ghost through a wall, one of the men had managed to get close to you. Anger swelled in Akkun's viens as the monster put a nasty paw on your waist. "Don't do that." Akkun hissed when he was close enough, his slender fingers grabbing the mans wrist and throwing his hand away from you and your velvety dress. "Yeah!" Your smile and giggles didn't help Akkun any, but it was cute, "My boyfriend will kick your ass!"

"Enough." Akkun mumbled and led you swiftly back to the bar with him, helping you onto a bar stool, "Just...sit here and enjoy your drink, okay?"

"Okay!"

How you always smiled was a mystery to Akkun. What was there to smile about at every second of the day? Whatever your reasoning was, he could only hope it was never taken from you.

"Hey, Atsu?" You set down your empty cup and leaned towards him, the smell of alcohol prominent on your breath. Did he make sure you'd eaten plenty before leaving? He rested a hand on your exposed knee, pulling lightly on the bottom of your dress to cover you more, "What is it, babe?" He was bored and the silent way you watched his hand was a little annoying, but he couldn't really blame you. Alcohol was making you slower, less aware of what you were doing, Akkun just had to remind himself to speak gently. "Will you dance with me?" he'd be lying if he pretended your question hadn't caught him sideways. It was more than common knowledge to you that Akkun had two left feet, seeing as it was your feet he stepped on and tripped over. More than once he'd tried to move all the furniture to give you both enough room, but you both still ended up on the floor.

"You know I don't dance." Akkun mumbled as he sipped his drink. Your pout would be the end of him, and the sweet way you rubbed his wrist to get what you wanted. "But, Atsushi, I wanna have a good time with you." Whiny, you were so whiney when you were drunk. Whiny, demanding, and touchy. Not that he minded the affection, Akkun always gave in to you and spoiled you with whatever you wanted. That's the only reason he once again found himself at home, pushing the couch back and tucking the coffee table out of the way.

It had been nearly an hour since you finished your last drink, but you were still fairly inebriated, giggling quietly as Akkun dusted off his hands. "Something funny?" He couldn't help but smile at you, a hand raised to beckon you to him.

"Mhm. It's really nice to watch you move things. I like seeing how strong you are." He caught you as you stumbled forward. "If that's the case," Akkun picked you up, resting his hands under your butt to keep you in his arms, "then let's dance like this, hm?"

Your weight was comfortable to hold for him, a nice change from the way you normally avoided letting him carry you about the house. Akkun smiled as you relaxed, finally just resting your head on his shoulder and letting him sway with you on his hips. Music from your playlist droned on sweetly as Akkun held you, and he could feel when you started humming along. "You're adorable when you're drunk." Akkun chuckled, "But I know you're gonna regret this is in the morning."

And he would take care of you, bring you a cup of water and some Tylenol. All while keeping you in bed and pampering you until you felt better.

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A/N:  apologies for the long wait!! but it’s here!! we’re excited to come to a finish with these two, we love them, but they’re all grown up and so are we. they’re just... too cute - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

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word count: 3.4

“Angel… I don’t want to ruin your dress.” He panted, hands gripping her waist tightly as she tugging him towards the hotel bed. 

“Harry? Ruin the dress. I don’t care. I need it.” 

Prom had been a dream for her. 

Harry picked her up with roses. The photos they’d taken had been amazing, her dress a silky red with a slit in the leg for a peekaboo thigh. Harry matched with a red tie, going with contacts for the night instead of his glasses, and god- if only he knew just how sexy he cleaned up. Y/N was already a mess over the graphic tee shirts and sweaters. To see him all cleaned up in a suit and tie, hair slicked back that way? She was nearly feral. 

In true cliche tradition, he rented a hotel room after prom. Saving up for it a bit, he had gotten a nice package for them both and managed to get a good place for them to relax the next day. The after prom bonfire was discussed but if they were being honest? They’d had enough of their peers tonight. They wanted to be with each other alone, relish in their own love for once. 

Y/N had always dreamed of having a boy treat her the way Harry did. He didn’t have to be asked or poked to grab her flowers, he did it on his own free will. He wanted to spoil her and make her feel special. So, so special. She knew that she would never let him go if she could help it. A man being so devoted and in love was a rarity. 

Giving herself to him was not a hard decision to make. While tonight wouldn’t be their first time, it was one of them. The discussion had been around it, and as unsexy as some may find it, Y/N felt a lot better about planning. Their first time had been a bit awkward. Giggly and soothing as the stretch had obviously been a lot, they’d done it at Harry’s house when they had the place to themselves while the family was out of town. Candles, roses, the lot. It was memorable. 

Y/N argued that their prom night was supposed to be almost seamless and she didn’t want to be too careful. She wanted to let them have the passion she was confident would arise during the night- and she had been right. They were desperate for it. 

Condoms were in his pants pocket, eager to be used. A whole strip, considering they’d had enough practice as is to make it so she wouldn’t be terribly sore after one round. Harry wanted to make love to her at least once, while Y/N said she definitely wanted to be fucked. 

Who was he to tell her no? 

“Mm…” he groaned as he felt her hand slide over his pants, gripping him through the fabric. “I want to see it again, baby. Let me take it off.” Her lips sucked on the hinge of his jaw before giving a slight huff, kicking the heels off of her feet. She wanted a bit of ripping action but it was obvious he was feeling a bit more tender today. 

“Thank you.” Harry knew his girl was impatient. Now having the promise of good sex on the horizon, she was antsy for it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t either! But… this was the memory they were making. He wanted to show it clearly how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. A finger curled under her chin, tilting it so he could kiss her fully on the lips. “I love you, baby.” 

That had her melting into his grip. 

“I love you, too. I’m sorry. I jus’ want you.” A smile could be felt against her lips. Harry was so patient with her and she owed him the same. Y/N had been anticipating this all night, mostly because she wanted her back blown out… though this was just as good. 

“I know. I want you too, my lovely girl.” The kiss was repeated before he pulled back to smooth her hair out of her face. Hands slid down her sides, stopping at her hips to squeeze again. “You’re just too beautiful. I’m in awe every time you’re around. Feels like m’the luckiest man in the world.” Harry was, In his humble opinion. 

Y/N was the most incredible woman to exist and no one could change his mind. Not when she was genuinely so sweet to him. His angel. The body he craved, the mouth he wanted to memorize, the words he wanted entrained on his skin. She had shown him a love he didn’t know capable. 

The dress was slowly slid off of her form, pulled over her head and her surprise displayed for him. Y/N wasn’t usually one to pull out a lot of lingerie, mainly because she truly knew Harry was eager to get what laid underneath. This time, however, the pieces matched her outfit. Red, smooth lace covered her. The bra pushing her up, giving the most delicious cleavage that Harry had been admiring all night long-

And finally it was available to him. 

“God.” His voice croaked, feeling a lump in his throat as his hands slid down her bare waist. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.” It could have brought him to tears, if he was in the right headspace. Y/N trusted him with her body. With her heart. She belonged to him and he, her. The trust she gave him to allow his eyes and hands on her this way, to let him be with her? It was something that he would never take for granted. 

He’s always been an observant type of guy. He saw that the moment that a man started to take his woman for granted was the moment the magic ended. Reliability was great, comfort was too, but adding in the reminder of how amazing you have it constantly and never letting the awe leave was how the relationships survived. 

Y/N never felt more shy and more gorgeous at the same time. His eyes drinking her in. His hands running down her skin and his breathing heavy as he observed every dip and curve he had become more and more obsessed with every time he was exposed to it. 

“You think so?” The shy peep was something that surprised him a bit. “I chose it for you. I know you like me bare but…” a tiny shrug, making him want to coo. 

“Angel… Christ.” The tip of his finger ran over the band of her panties. “I love these. I don’t even want them off. I just.” He paused. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. That you dress up so gorgeous and let me have you. I’ve been dying for this. My whole body is hot, m’feeling so much but.” His eyes went back to hers as she was pulled closer. “I want you. I need you. I want you to feel good. Know we have done it a few times but this feels different.” 

Y/N leant into his warm palm as it cupped her jaw, leaning into his hold. He was so safe. The heart was thundering in her chest, but his gentle, loving touch had her wanting more than she ever anticipated. “So have me. I’m yours, H. I’ve always been yours.” The doe eyes up at him were intended to strike. Manicured fingers began to pop the buttons of his shirt, the tie already off in the car. “I’ve been yours since we texted that night, and you were so… so sexy. I’ve never had anyone treat me that way, and god…”’she groaned, throwing her head back a bit dramatically. “I’ve never made myself cum like that. Just because you were telling me to. You look like such a sweet man, H baby… and you are.” Another button pulled out, more of his skin exposed. “But you’re so dirty. So good for me. You give me everything I could have ever fantasized about.” 

The fluffing of the ego, the truth in her words only increased his confidence. Hooded eyes glazed over as he looked down at her, breathing deep as she worked his shirt off and down his shoulders. For the lack of experience, they had been able to explore healthily and enjoyed it so much that it was almost addicting. He had been worried about his stamina- and yes, it was fast the first 2 times- but now he was getting the hang of it. Her pleasure was his favorite part. 

“You drive me crazy.” The words were murmured as her fingers gripped his belt, pulling the leather through the loops of his trousers. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know how long I’ll last the first round, but.” His own fingers grabbed the strip of condoms, tossing them on the bed. “I know it won’t be a one and done.” 

Lips were pressed back together as the zipper was audibly pulled down, the pants falling to his knees. He didn’t care about anything other than being just as naked as her. 

-

Lips trailed up her arched body. Heat coursing through her veins as she tried to control her breathing but it was too hard. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath with him so close, his wet kisses everywhere 

Her body was hot to the touch, his lips leaving wet imprints of the wet kisses all over the skin. Not a spot untouched if he could help it, hands flexing over her lace covered breasts with a groan in his throat. Round 2. Room service half eaten as the mood has struck again, both of them fully warmed up and worked up. New to sex and new to this, the feeling was too addicting to go too long without another fill. 

The panties were discarded but the lace bra had survived, just barely. It was almost pulled off but the sight of it pleased Harry to no end. This was his girlfriend. The most beautiful person to exist, sweaty and soft and wet for him alone. He needed this, he needed intimacy and her love. 

She had winced when he had pushed into her the first time, the stretch still being a lot despite his tongue and fingers warming her up- but this? This was far more enjoyable. Second time was the charm, her body feeling every inch of him as he filled her lazily. This sex was amazing. Needy. Whispers crossing skin and ears, her lips seeking his as he dug into the hilt of her. 

He’s never imagined himself as a loud lover, though he was proven otherwise. Whimpers and groans and shaky inhaled escaped him as he felt her clamp up around him. Her nails tracing down his back with a bit of a bite. The pain was welcome, pulsing inside of her as she scraped over his shoulder blades. 

“My everything.” He murmured against her sweaty neck. “You are the best thing to happen to me. I feel so good.”

Words were slurred slightly because he was being extremely honest. It was that good. The thump of his balls against her ass and their lust induced words were the only things audible in the room. “Most beautiful girl in the world. M’gonna be with you forever.”

“Mhm.. forever.” She dug her nails in deeper as she tried to get him closer, the lace of the bra brushing against his chest as her legs pulled him in. It was hard to tell where one of them began and the other ended . Love making. Soft and wet and perfect, easy to get lost in. 

He filled her to the brim each time. Each push inside has her keening, heels digging into his ass as he thrust into her. The feeling of being so stretched and full had been uncomfortable at first, but now? Now, Y/N was finding herself craving it. This was the first time she was fully enjoying the sex without feeling any discomfort. Maybe a tiny bit of sensitivity, sparks flying every time he touched her clit, but this was how it was meant to be. 

What took the cake, though, was his sweetness. The nuzzling of noses and sticky kisses as he tried his best to keep himself from letting go too soon. She could feel it just as well, his throbbing inside of her. How he let out his uneven breaths and squeezed the pillow beside her as he drove into her, kissing her messily as he worked on getting them both to the edge. “I love you.” He rasped. “I love you so much, my girl.” 

The stark contrast from beginning to now was incredible. His confidence and their intimacy. How she was able to get his feelings openly. This was what he had needed and what she had craved for them. Perhaps it was puppy love, but she knew it was one of those that she wasn’t going to let go out. This was the high school sweetheart she was going to marry. Especially after they’d decided on a school together. 

“Just a few more months… and we’ll be in our own place. Goin’ to school… get to wake up and take you like this every day.” Harry reminded her, thighs shaking slightly as she clenched up around him. “Fuck. I can’t wait. I love you.” The repeated sentiment was mirrored by her, clutching him close as she felt the burn of her own orgasm hit her. 

“Can’t wait- M’gonna cum, H.” The first time with him inside of her. They’d been realistic about it before, Harry having gone down on her beforehand just in case, but this was the perfect storm. His groin against her clit hitting perfectly, finding a perfect spot- she was understanding of the hype now. 

“R-Really?” He whispered, keeping the pace. The research he had done had told him not to change a thing. Keep her stimulated just like this… exactly like this. 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Her nails dragged down his skin as she moaned loudly, the bubbling over in her stomach beginning. “Cumming- I’m cumming for you, i love- fuck.” The girl couldn’t even finish her sentence as she began to writhe under him. Clenching and grasping at him, pulling and pushing him away as the pleasure washed over her like a dryer warmed blanket. This was what sex was supposed to be. 

It was impossible for Harry to keep it together. Just seeing her, feeling her cum for him this was more than enough to get the second orgasm from her. Mouth dropping open and a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as each spurt of cum filled the condom inside of her, he didn’t dare stop. Rocking into her as he could feel the fluttering and milking of her cunt. Two pieces of the puzzle connecting. This was his other half. There was no doubt about that. 

His hands smoothed the sweaty strands of hair from her face as he tried to recover on his shaky thighs, sagging on her a bit as he lazily peppered kisses over her jaw and cheeks. The settling spot was the crook of her neck where she found relaxation, hands combing through his equally sweaty hair. 

“My god.” He croaked into the skin, letting out a breathless chuckle before she broke into soft giggles herself. The statement was right. Nothing had ever felt that good in his life. This whole situation had healed a part of him he didn’t know he needed, solidifying their relationship further. 

“That was fucking good.” Y/N muttered, exhaustion coating her words. “That’s what it’s supposed to feel like… and I have a feeling we will be doing a lot of it.” 

—-

They’d settled in the same school by accident. 

Well, sort of. 

They’d wanted to keep a general time frame of 1 and a half to 2 hours in space because they knew that they’d schedule their classes to allow them time together. It was a coincidence that both of them were offered scholarships to the same school, both for their desired programs. It was something like fate. Y/N was a little nervous for it, but ultimately let those numb away when Harry had broken the news to her. 

His family had been particularly supportive to their relationship. Seeing a change in his behavior since meeting Y/N and bringing him out of his shell all the while staying respectful, they knew that this was a good match. So they offered to take care of their two years of rent at an apartment a few minutes away from campus. 

Y/N had even hesitant to agree, saying she was thankful but that was a large gift and she would want to pay it back. They came to the compromise that she could choose to pay half it back after they graduated if she still felt uncomfortable, but they all knew that at some point Harry would be popping the question for her. He wanted her forever, and everyone knew they’d end up together that way. 

Sure, it was a little fast but they would have two rooms in case one person needed space. It was college. Almost like a fanfiction, if you will, things would work out the way they needed to. Ultimately she gave in, and they had begun to make Pinterest boards together and make lists for the things they’ve been wanting in their place when it comes time. 

Harry was just thankful she said yes. He wanted this experience with her. Y/N was his best friend, his love, everything he ever wanted. To live with her and wake up next to her would be a dream, something he reminded her of consistently since the decision had been made. 

The next morning, she was a bit too sore for anything inside of her but they’d taken care of one another in the shower before settling on the bed again. Harry had thoughtfully changed the sheets while she had been cleaning up the night before, so she felt ok sitting with him under the sheets again. Room service trays sat on their bed as they were snuggled together, the home renovation channel on the television. 

“It’s crazy.” She whispered, taking a stray string from his sweatpants. “How things works out. How our parents agree of each other and us. How much you’ve taught me. And now we’re almost done with school. We’re adults. We’re going off to college. Together.” She leaned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him. The glasses perched on his nose were adorable, a newer pair with a bit thinner rims. Tortoiseshell in pattern, she found herself wanting to coo at how endearing he looked. 

“I know.” A shy yet giddy grin colored his face. “I’m glad you said yes. It’s just… I will miss the old normal. But I’m excited to move on. Make new friends. Be a bit different.” Harry knew he was a product of their environment. Getting out would only further open him up. Y/N was only looking forward to it, seeing him blossom into the man he was meant to be. The trauma of the bullying would never fully go away, no, but getting out of the Place and staying away from people who had taken part would only help him. 

“Mhm. I agree.” She took possession of his hand, smiling at the ring with the Aquarius constellation engraved on it. It had been one of her gifts to him. “It’s going to be a new level for us. A level up.” The knuckles of his hand were brought to her lips, a tiny kiss pecked for the softness of them. He took good care of his hands, thank god. They were meant for typing, gaming, pleasuring, and opening the pickle jar for her. 

“Huh. That’s a good way to look at it.” He beamed, loving the affection and touches she gifted him with. “Yeah. Life is like a video game, isn’t it? That’s why we shouldn’t be so sad about leaving town. It’s a whole new episode, a new chapter. It isn’t the end of a story. Just a new beginning for us.” 

“Exactly, H.” Her nose nudged his jaw before leaving a kiss on his birthmark. “Just a new thing for us. Our game is one that can’t be beat.

They’d Leveled Up from the place they had been all those months ago. The confidence, the love, the happiness. All of it felt like the perfect beginning to the rest of his life. 

….

To be continued?

[lilac-den]

I hope you don't mind and if you'd feel like it, you could entertain me a little. ROs scenario ask incoming, for both series. But first, a little explanation where it comes from.

So, ever since last weekend started, I've been dealing with a big headache made by a toothache. and only today I finally have a dentist appointment. I'm tired from five days of barely sleeping, taking a little too much strong painkillers, and overall feeling dizzy and just too much, as well as being nervous as hell, since the last dentist visit I had (a few years ago) left me a little traumatised. I had a wisdom tooth removed waaay sooner than anesthesia kicked in (basically, I started feeling numb only after getting home). it hurt so much I left the dentist crying, with some adults looking at me like I'm crazy and kids looking scared. and I might be lucky the dentist didn't take it against me when I was so close to touch them myself (in attempt to take their hands off of me). so, today I wouldn't mind some little... fluff? comfort? anything, really, as I'm already standing in a store choosing my comfort plushie for today. (I may be 25 this year but I'm also adult enough to admit I need it).

anyway, the scenario? lets say MC is dealing with all that: a cheek so swollen they look like a hamster, toothache so big it leaves them either crying or dozing off in between, dizziness both from pain and as little (or as much) food they were able to get. add to that that little bit of trauma/being scared of dentists. and for whatever reason they need to wait a few days before meeting with a dentist. how would ROs help them, maybe comfort them in meantime? especially if all that could make even the calmest, kindest of MCs snap a little? (and they'd apologize either right after or once the pain is gone, depending on MC character)? 🥺

It's a bit rough for me to write answers for ROs from both series (cuz it's a lot) but I'll try my best XD

Pls try not to send me asks of both series at once though. It's a bit much for me 😢

(But I'm sorry to hear about your dentist visit ;u; if it helps - I never got to visit the dentist till about a year or two ago for the first time and jesus fuck was it a disgusting experience ._. I'm just glad my dentist was patient and informative) [And no judgement here - pretty sure being an adult means you got to have a horde of plushies if anything XD]

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Zeus: They'll treat MC like how you would treat a feral pet: Carefully and slowly approach them from the rear. XD But for real, they would start learning a whole new system for this rare event to get the pattern worked out.

Zeus wouldn't feel like MC needed to apologize - in fact, they had fun discovering this new side of MC.

Hermes: As someone who has medical knowledge and experience in the medical practice...Even they agree that dentistry sucks. But Hermes, while they would be pretty peeved about getting snapped at, is pretty up-to-date MC's state and understands the pain MC is in isn't their fault (that, and they know better than anyone that the snappy words MC said were out of the pain from the toothache, not from Hermes themselves). But mark my words, they'll be the ones to record MC being under loopy world from the dentist procedures of putting patients under anaesthesia with their phone and then show it to MC when they apologize to Hermes.

Dionysus: They'll be fretting so much - and also be sensitive with MC's mood, trying their best to not overstep anywhere. They would be the most comforting presence, but they'll also end up walking on eggshells around MC in fear of accidentally pissing them off. ^^"

Moment MC apologizes tho, Dionysus would relax and reassure MC that it's fine.

Ares: They're the most steady presence for MC but they're also not afraid of replying back to MC's snappy tone - just in a more of 'yes, dear, whatever you say' sort of manner (not in a careless one, but more like a spouse that's just so used to chaotic shit that this is their new normal XD) But Ares would go instinctive, protective mode of sorts - MC feels some discomfort? Ares tries to find out what's causing it then adjust it till MC is satisfied. MC's feeling dizzy? Ares ends up picking MC up to either let them rest on the bed or, if MC wants to, let them cuddle against them on Ares's lap.

Dolos: Huh...Kinda hard to picture how Dolos would do. Farthest I get is that they would already have things prepared, like they know MC just before MC asked - at least, stuff that's part of MC's routine/common choice of comfort/relief.

TSR

Maverick: Considering his ability to wield ice, he's the endless supply of ice packs for your swollen cheek! He'll personally tend to MC too - at least, until the staff had to convince him of the paperwork and stuff that's been piling up, which Maverick would work on it if it seems like he's suffocating MC a bit too much.

Rydigan: Unlike Maverick, he's gonna end up being attentive and maybe overprotective? I can picture MC being both exasperated but also nostalgic about Rydigan fretting over them.

Ittania: She'll help out if MC asks for it - not because she's uncaring (far from it!) but because she trusts MC to know what they need. Only time she'll put a hand in is if MC tries to do something that they shouldn't do in their condition - basically a limiter for them?

Enid: Hrm...She'll probs be pissed if the doctors try to do the procedure before the anaesthesia even kicked in, an amateur mistake since the House of Scales is known for having the best knowledge of medicines, including how long it takes for the anaesthesia to kick in for both susceptible or resistant to it. You can imagine her picking a fight with the doctors who's dumb enough to remove MC's wisdom tooth without the anaesthesia (even when MC tells her that it's not that bad, given how high MC's pain tolerance is).

Then...I guess she tries her best to care MC? (Tho she's pretty bad at this, so Ittania would take notice and try to help her when she can XD)

Thank you for the ask!

[mastermindmiko]

The Malfoy Sister (Part 5)

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 4337

Summary: Harry tries to reconcile your relationship

Trigger warnings: Fighting, kissing, getting caught, smut

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It only took Harry seven hours and twelve minutes and fourteen seconds to come try to talk to you again. He tried before but every time he came near you, you were with Draco and he gave him a glare that would’ve sent him six feet into the ground. He tried again and again, but you had Draco or Theo. He tried to talk to you in your compartment but you had the entire Slytherin trolley locked, Draco’s doing. He tried to talk to you in one of the toilets but you had the door locked. He knocked on the door, but he didn’t get a reply just the sound of the sink running.

He thought of sending you a hundred letters, but due to previous experience he knew it would only make you more angry. He decided to apologize and make it up to you after break. He would have two weeks to come up with a brilliant plan. The burrow burned down, and so did the paper that had his speech. He was stressed, he couldn’t remember the words that he wanted to say that’s why he wrote it down in the first place. He didn’t come out of Ron’s room almost the entire time. Mrs. Weasley and everyone else was worried about him, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than winning you back. When anyone asked him what was up with him, he would just shrug his shoulders. Ron and Hermione did all the explaining.

Remus asked Harry if he would be in need of some flowers and Harry nodded feverishly. He sent a letter to Neville asking him for flower recommendations. Harry told him he needed something romantic. Neville said Camellias. Remus and Harry went out to get a large amount of flowers. They were exactly a hundred different colors for different meanings.

The train ride back was spent searching for you, but he couldn’t find you. The male Malfoy was on the platform so naturally you didn’t miss the train, but he couldn’t find you. It was as if you were invisible, to the point where he had to check if he still had his invisibility cloak with him. He entered the Slytherin Trolley and he was pulled into a wall with a wand under his throat. He thought it was you because of how this had happened to him before, but the angry “Potter” alerted him that it wasn’t you. Everyone else was in their own compartment, no one was watching this scene unfold.

“Where’s Y/n?” He asked Draco, paying no mind to the wand up his throat. A fist slammed into his face. He was punched again until Draco let go of him and he stepped back. Both of them knew regardless of what the situation was that if one of them hurt the other, you’d go feral. Draco took a deep breath and he said, “Don’t fucking talk to her.”

“That’s not your choice, she’s not your puppet.” Harry said angrily. Draco wasn’t going to ruin his chances of getting you back with threats. Draco scoffed and folded his arms, “Yes, but unlike you Potter I don’t want her hurt. Not everyone is Dumbledore’s puppet.”

Harry was shocked by his statement. Of course you would tell your brother, he wasn’t mad. You weren’t going to leave him even with the tempting promise of being with Harry. He felt so stupid for telling you that. It was true that Dumbledore told him, but it was never his intention. He lost his virginity to you, he wouldn’t go that far for an order. “I didn’t do what Dumbledore told me to do.”

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry knew that of all people Draco wasn’t going to believe him. Draco poked his finger into Harry’s chest and said “Don’t come near her.” He said, slowly. “I know some spells that could turn you inside out.” He turned around and walked into a compartment, but not before checking that Harry was out of the Slytherin trolley.

Harry needed to know what was up with Malfoys threatening to turn him inside out, but first, he needed to find you. Just as he closed the door to the trolley, he was met face to face with you. His eyes were wide and he fumbled with his clothes to try to take out his paper to start the speech, but you hit his shoulder with yours and entered the trolley. Before you were completely out of sight he slipped a Primrose into your bag, he had a protection charm around it so it wouldn’t lose a petal or get bent. “I can’t live without you.” That’s what a Primrose means and Harry meant it.

***

The Great Hall was loud as it always was and you were busy chatting with Theo about your breaks. You saw each other at Christmas multiple times, but you wanted every detail since when you meet, you both just sit in silence and let the adults talk. He was talking vividly about how boring his break was and how much his father hates him. It was weird how he can make describing something boring interesting. You had your bag beside you, the one that you always had with you. You were about to show him the gift that Draco got for you, but something else caught your eye.

It was a Primrose and you heard Theo say, “I can’t live without you.” Your face turned into a smile at his words even though you weren’t sure what brought it up. “Aww Theo-” You were caught off by him saying “No that’s not what I meant-” He shook his head as your face started to turn into confusion and a slight scowl. He shook his head again as he waved frantically, “No, of course I can’t live without you. That’s just not what I’m saying-” Your expression turned into one filled with confusion. Theo stopped talking and put his hands down, he took a deep breath before saying, “The flower, It means ‘I can’t live without you.’ That’s what I meant.”

Your mouth turned into an O shape in understanding. You tilted your head towards him as a way to ask if he got this for you and he snuck it into your bag during the train ride. He shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders. You turned to Draco and asked him if he gave this to you. He said no. So your eyes trailed to the only person in this Hall that would give you a flower without being scared of having his head ripped off. He was sitting across the Hall looking at you with a kind smile and you gave him a sarcastic, rough one as you whispered, “Incendio.” You turned back to Theo and you continued chatting as if nothing had happened.

Harry watched, mouth open as the beautiful flower turned into flames. He heard Ron snicker but he gave him a sharp look that made him stop immediately and stuff food in his mouth. He was hurt but he knew he hurt you a lot more. He wasn’t going to give him. He had that Gryffindor determination after all. He just had to try harder, and he will. Hermione tapped his shoulder and said “I don’t know If I should tell you this especially now-” Her eyes trailed to the flower’s flame that was just beginning to die down. “But uh she sent me a letter on boxing day. She asked if you were okay after the burrow situation. She said that her aunt came back very jolly, but said that you unfortunately haven’t been maimed or anything. She wanted to make sure. She told me not to tell you.”

He didn’t deserve you. He really didn’t deserve you. He had broken your heart and stomped on it, but you still had to know if he was okay. He’s an idiot. A big idiot that didn’t cherish the wonderful thing in front of him when he had it. An idiot who has anger issues and can’t control what he says to the person he loves the most. He was supposed to be the person who loved you the most but he hurt you the most. He left the Great Hall and went to his dorm. Where 99 flowers were left. His dorm mates complained about the flowery smell that was all over the dorm except Neville who just admired them. He held his wand and he contemplated setting them on fire, but he decided to have them there as a punishment for himself. He needed to feel pain at least a fraction of what he caused you to feel. He scratched his forehead and he decided on two things. That he never hated himself more than he does now, and how losing someone to death hurts less than losing someone while having them in front of you.

He looked at the large bouquet and he noticed the twenty seven purple hyacinth. He plucked one out of the bouquet and he put his hands in his pocket to make sure that the paper was still there. He headed out of the common room. He couldn’t have you, he doesn’t deserve you, but you deserve an apology so he was going to give it to you.

He walked towards the dungeons, dinner would be probably over by now. He knew you’d walk through here because that was the place you always walked through. He knew it from the countless times he walked you to your common room after dark. He sat on the floor, back rested against a wall and he waited for you to walk past. He heard your voice and he jumped to his feet. You walked with Theo and as soon as you laid eyes on him you stopped talking. Nott was glaring at him and he couldn’t say he was offended. He would glare at himself too.

He walked closer to you and he could see Nott straighten up beside you. You looked at him with your face blank. He kept a few spaces away from you and he was very conscious of Nott fisting his hands. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, and you have every right. I wouldn’t want to talk to me either, and you’re probably sick of how much I ramble but I just have one last one. It’s long and I’m sorry if it will annoy you.” He took the paper out of his pocket and he was reminded of the flower. He took it out of his pocket and he held it in front of him. “I got you this too. I’m sorry if it’s cheesy and you don’t like it. Someone told me that it’s the best way to win back a girl and I’m grasping onto anything really.”

He had a slightly embarrassed, shy, sheepish expression on his face and you didn’t like how much you like that face he made. You took the flower from his fingers and you were sure not to touch him. You weren’t sure what would happen then. His face brightened when you did. Harry then looked at the paper and he was shocked to find holes all through the paper. The flower poked holes through his paper and he couldn’t read a single thing. From the amount of times he practiced it, you’d think he would have memorized it but with the nervousness he had, he wouldn’t remember a single thing.

He took a deep breath, he was going to have to make it up. You accepted his flower and that was major progress, he couldn’t mess it up. However your facial expression hasn’t shown any signs whether negative or positive, so he didn’t really know. He opened his mouth but he heard your voice, “Tell me Potter-” He was hurt by the usage of his last name, but he deserved it. “You’re apologizing and that’s good, but did Dumbledore actually tell you to do that?” Dumbledore did tell him to do that, but that wasn’t the case at all. “Yes but-”

“Then I don’t see a reason why you should keep talking and waste my time.” You said, sternly. You kept your emotions at bay. You walked away with Theo walking beside you. The flower was still in your hand and you heard Harry shout, “I didn’t mean to-”

You turn around as you halted with your steps. “But you did!” You screamed at him. You continued to walk and Theo leaned in closer to you. He tapped one of the flower’s petals and said, “I’m sorry and regretful.” You looked at it again and you threw it on the floor. You weren’t going to forgive him anytime soon, you knew you would eventually. You loved him and that’s the way love works, but even then every moment you’ll spend together will be overshadowed by the fear of having that look of pure hate again on his face.

***

If there was one thing you knew how to do, it would be holding a grudge, especially with Harry. You’ve had years of practice after all. He would try to talk to you and you would leave him without even sparing him a glance. As he said, you had every right to. You had almost cracked once you received a grand total of twelve flowers.

Three purple hyacinths. One during class, one at the great hall and the one he gave you. One was on the ground and the other two were in the trash.

One sunflower. You got it after class when you had received the top mark in a potions test. Harry didn’t use the book, and you knew that. Theo told you it meant adoration and you threw it in a bubbling cauldron.

One Camillia. It seemed like Harry was following you around because he had a flower for every occasion that could fit in the event that had just happened. You were out with Theo and Draco near the black lake. You were avoiding looking at the tree. You had sneezed and then you scrunched up your nose. You giggled and as soon as you finished laughing, a flower landed in your hand. “You’re adorable.” That’s what it meant. You ‘accidentally’ dropped it on the ground and you stepped on it. It felt like a huge resemblance to how Harry stepped on your heart.

One stock. You had a history of magic quiz, and due to conflicts with your feelings you hadn’t been able to study well. You stayed up all night and you woke up with dark circles under your eyes while your hair was a mess. You felt ugly and Harry knew you would. Last term you couldn’t count the amount of times you stayed up studying and Harry had to tell you how gorgeous you were either way. “You’ll always be beautiful to me.” That’s what it meant, and you hated how you felt because he remembered. You whispered, “Confringo.” The flower exploded on your desk.

Six red Chrysanthemums. Theo didn’t need to tell you what they meant because each of them had a note attached to it. “You’re so much smarter than me and I love that about you.”

“You’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. I love that.”

“You’re very dedicated and stubborn. It makes me more attracted to you and love you.”

“I didn’t want to tell you because you’d make fun of me, but during break, I searched for houses in Mrs. Weasley’s magazines. I love you, please talk to me.”

“What can I do to make you believe that I love you?”

The other two were short and simple. “I love you.” You looked at what was in common with all of them and you knew what the flowers meant. You kept the notes without anyone noticing but each time you received the flower, you’d pick off each of its petals. You wanted him to stop with all the flowers, but Theo told you not to because he wanted to brush on his flower knowledge. You rolled your eyes and you agreed. You were a bit curious on how he got all that flower knowledge. You kept receiving more and more flowers. You didn’t keep a single one of them. You received the same group of flowers repeatedly along with Lilies that meant first love. You never thought much of them. You know if you did, you’d start crying.

One day, you were walking and then Harry was behind you. He was crying and you hated how you couldn’t change your habits. You cupped his face and you asked him what’s wrong. He kept apologizing saying that he didn’t know. He kept saying that he loves you and he knows you’ll never forgive him after this. He told you that you should go to the hospital wing. You furrowed your eyebrows, and you acknowledged the blood stains on his hands. You wondered what he could’ve possibly done now. You went to the hospital wing, and with the sight that you saw. You couldn’t see anything after that.

***

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“You’re too heroic for that, I know.”

“Can you talk to her about forgiving me?”

“You’d think I’d do that after you killed me.”

“You’re still breathing.”

“Barely.”

“So, I take it you won’t talk to her.”

“Go to your classes Potter. You’ve been here for three days. I don’t think she’ll want to see you when she wakes up.”

You heard this muffled conversation around you as you started to gain consciousness once again. You groaned loudly and you heard the voices stop. You heard a sound of footsteps rushing towards you then you heard a shout, “I told you to get away from her you idiot. Pomfrey said that she won’t be in her right mind.”

You shifted slightly and your eyes focused on beautiful green eyes. You smiled softly. He had dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for days. He had a worried expression on his face. He placed a hand to your forehead to check if you had your temperature up. You grabbed his wrist slowly and you placed a kiss on his hand. You looked to the side of your bed and you saw over twenty flowers. Several Purple hyacinths along with even more red chrysanthemums. You plucked a stock from the big bouquet and you handed it to him. He walked away from you slightly and you finally registered the fact that you were in the hospital wing. The smile dropped off of your face when you caught sight of Draco in his bandages. Your brain started to remember the past events and your eyes landed on Harry. “You! You foul git! You almost killed my brother! I swear I will hex you-” You started to get up in search of your wand and even to punch him a few times.

Harry rushed towards you and he placed you back on the bed. “Madame Pomfrey said that you shouldn’t be out of bed.” You punched his face as soon as he sat you back down on the bed. “I think she’ll understand wanting to kill you for doing the same to my brother.” You started to squirm in his hold as you started hitting his back repeatedly. Your body started to grow tired because of how you’ve been unconscious for three days. You started to relax your arms a bit and he leaned you back against the pillow.

You were still furious. Your expression was filled with anger as you looked at him. He fiddled with his ring and you noticed which ring it was. Your eyes softened slightly. He held both his hands into yours and he rubbed his thumb over your hand. Even in your weak state you could still feel butterflies. You haven’t touched him in so long. You were about to pull away until he said “Please, please-” the second was more desperate than the third. His voice even cracked. “Listen to me.”

You stayed silent and Harry took that as a sign to start talking. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything. All I do is hurt and I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry. For your father. For Malfoy. For hurting you. For everything. I didn’t mean what I said, I swear I didn’t. I was just so jealous of Nott and how you didn’t want to leave with me. You just said his name and everything went red. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt, and I regret every second of it. Dumbledore did tell me to do it, but I never did it because he told me to. I swear. I haven’t even thought of what he said when I’m with you. Honestly, I don’t think of anything when I’m with you except how much I love you, and I do. I really really do-” Tears started to fill his eyes and you cupped his face brushing away the tears that fell onto his cheeks. “I had this entire monologue planned for you and fireworks. I just didn’t have the chance to show them to you. I even bought you a hundred flowers. I just really want you back-” Your eyes started to water too. “But I don’t deserve you. I know I don’t. You don’t even have to say anything, I just want you to know all this-”

You cut him off with your lips on his and you could feel more tears fall on his cheeks. The kiss was salty and desperate. Draco was watching the scene unfold and just as the kiss deepened he was about to shout when madame pomfrey entered. “Alright, pack it up Mr. Potter. She’ll need to gain back her strength.”

She handed Draco a sleeping draught and he was out cold. She gave you a calming draught and told Harry to leave you to relax for a bit. He laid on the bed beside you, and you laid on his chest. “Does that mean you’re not mad at me about your brother?”

“Don’t push it. I’ll punish you as soon as madam Pomfrey lets me out.” You said and you could feel him tense under you. You looked up to find his cheeks red, and you asked him, “Did you do anything with anyone else?”

He shook his head and you mumbled, “Good boy.” You trailed your hand down his chest and were grateful that you were both covered with the white blanket. “Did you touch yourself?” You asked and he shook his head again. You reached his pants and you put your hand down his boxers. “Why?” You asked as you teased him with your hand.

“I was a bad boy and I didn’t deserve to feel good while thinking about you. I hurt you and I deserve a punishment.” He whimpered and your panties started to feel wet. You nodded your head as you started to climb over him, “You’re right you do deserve a punishment.” you took your hand out of his pants and he whimpered again. You pulled down his pants and his boxers. He ran his hands up and down his length. You pushed your underwear aside, and you sank down on his length. Harry moaned too loudly and you pressed a palm to his mouth. You looked over to check that Draco wasn’t awake, with that draught you were sure that he wouldn’t be awake for a while.

“Mommy, I don’t deserve to feel your tight pussy.” he whined and he tried to pull out of you, but he couldn’t stop feeling that amount of pleasure after such a long time. “You’re right Harry, you don’t.” You whimpered his name specifically and you felt him twitch inside you. “But you want to please me don’t you?” He nodded his head feverishly. You stayed on top of him for a while and you laid flat on his chest. You heard his breaths getting heavy. You didn’t even move! “Harry. Don’t cum I want you to stay inside me.” You said sternly and he whined loudly. You pulled his hair and you hissed at him. “Don’t be a bad boy. People could hear us.”

He nodded and he tried to hold in his cum. He started to regulate his breathing and as soon as he relaxed inside you. He fell asleep and you fell asleep on top of him for a quick nap. After thirty minutes, Madame Pomfrey came back and she saw you laying on top of Harry. “Mr. Potter, I told you to leave her to rest alone!” She shouted and both of you started to wake up. She was marching towards you and you both acknowledged the situation. Her hand was aiming for the blanket and you both started shouting “No! No! No! No! No!” You both tried to fix yourselves but him being inside you made it much harder. She took off the blanket and she screamed loudly.

a/n: the amount of flower research that I did for this

[sluttyhollow]

I don’t write for UA students but Bakugo and me are the same person and we’d be best friends if I was at UA 😂. I was listening to Bakugo by KVMIL and it just had me thinking about Bakugo x black american bestfriend reader (this has been sitting in my drafts forever lol might as well let it go)

No warnings, just two foreign besties with bad attitudes and terrible language (purely platonic)

Katsuki definitely speaks English, he’s a rich kid, and his parents traveled to the states a lot for work and they used to takes him in the summer. He just refuses to speak English because he thinks it sounds stupid.

The back and forth trips are how he ended up meeting you in the first place the summer between first and second grade. Your parents were working on a collaborative design line focusing on mixing Japanese and African American street fashion styles

Neither of you liked each other. He was loud and you thought his red eyes were creepy. He thought you were a loser and hated the noise your hair made when you walked (it was the beads, he thinks they look “cool or whatever” now though) you guys actually ended up fighting, Mitsuki thought it was funny because Katsuki lost (he started it) she bought you ice cream for winning.

After that day you guys came to an agreement to not speak to each other but by day 3 of vacation you were sharing games and sending each other colored screens on your DSIs. You guys did argue everyday of that summer though, and every day of every summer you spent together until middle school when he started staying in Japan to train.

Fast forward to high school and you still text each other. He’s at UA and you’re at a well known hero school in the states. Both of you are loud mouths with quirks worthy of helping saving lives (yours a quirk reversal/theft quirk that allowed you to reverse a persons quirk or utilize their abilities for a certain amount of time, like toga and all for one mixed).

Let’s just say your school has a sports festival similar to UAs that’s also televised and streamed nationally and internationally which prompts Miruko to want you intern abroad with her. Of course you accept and your school works with UA to get you into a transfer program thus starting your 1 year stent at UA. Now for fun’s sake you didn’t tell Katsuki you were coming to UA so imagine his surprise when all the rest of 1A is talking about some American transfer student and he walks into the common room and sees you sitting there.

“What. What the fuck are you doing here you fucking loser” the rest of 1A is shook, they know he’s an ass but they didn’t think he’d just be mean to new student. Just when they get ready to intervene you respond to him with a “you know you’re happy to see me fucker it’s been like 3 years” and the rest of the class is just like wtf is going on here. Y’all of course explain that you knew each other and that you’re besties. Deku being the only one not surprised considering you’d met him once before.

From then on you too go back into your old ways from childhood but with added addition of training. When you’re not busy with Miruko and him with Jeanist y’all go back to the Bakugo house and eat dinner with Mitsuki and Masaru.

You make him apologize to deku (long before canon) when he tells you what happened during middle school and how the first half of the semester had been. You beat his ass and told him to get over himself (he knew you were right).

You and Deku going feral when he gets hurt, LOV attacks and the three of you have to be put on house arrest by Iida cause y’all get too emotional over one another

Forcing him to class 1A gatherings. Neither of you wanna go but Mina saw you two getting ready to disappear after dinner and dragged y’all to movie night

Katsuki likes American food. Spice levels are just a little higher, flavors are a little more intense than typical Japanese food. You can cook a little bit and help him make American style dinners for everybody sometimes

People think you guys are partners cause of how relaxed you two are around each other but he’s like your brother and you would kiss m*neta before Katsuki

Yeah just two foreign besties (your American friends thought you were lying about your best friend living in Japan all through middle school, they didn’t realize you were serious until you moved and FaceTimed them with Katsuki in the camera)

[teaveetamer]

It really sucks that you're getting harassed, but u should look back at the harassment you never really stopped to support and the harassment you avoid talking about too. Everyone sucks here, you're incapable of decrying the harassment coming from your "side" because you care more about blorbo discourse... Do you actually stand up against harassment if you don't say anything when it's from your "side" or at least people who enjoy your blorbo? If you only do so when coming from fans of the character you don't like?

I sincerely hope the harassment you receive stop, to be clear you absolutely do not deserve the shit you're dealing with, nobody does. But I hope you'll genuine look at yourself and the people surrounding you too.

Anon, I'm going to take this in the best possible faith, but holy shit this is so fucking terminally online. Like, you are aware that I'm an adult? I'm slaving away at an unpaid internship, I'm in graduate school, and I've got 20k words worth of academic papers to write and exams to study for. I'm spending time with my dying grandpa and I'm finding new and inventive ways to give a semi-feral cat heart medicine without getting my thumb bitten off. I'm not "intentionally ignoring" things going on, I'm just not an omniscent god who can keep track of 472 million Tumblr users at every given moment of the day and also have a job and a life. So if you've got beef and you think I'm not properly calling someone out then I'm going to need you to send me a link. I get maybe and hour of Tumblr time a day, and I don't actually follow 3H discourse because, shocker, I don't actually find getting into the exact same tired fights we were getting into 5 years ago all that fun or enjoyable. Isn't it wild though? It's been half a decade since 3H launch and I've spent like half of that with people stalking me and sending me death threats for no fucking reason!

Anyway, I could not give two tenths of a fuck whether or not you like my blorbo. I'm primarily concerned by the people sending death threats, actively defending genocidal rhetoric, stalking people, making false pedophilia accusations, et-fucking-cetera. I've done literally everything in my power to try and come to an understanding with the people inflicting the harassment and they're stiiiiiiill just doing it, years later, cuz I guess they don't have anything better to do. The only remotely comparable thing I've witnessed from "my side" in recent days, which frankly doesn't even come close to the level of vitriol and harassment of death threats, was that one of my mutuals called the genocidal freak (who intentionally tried to trigger me in the past) a mean name. And I only found out about that because a friend of mine saw it and talked to me about it. And wow look at that, if you actually go to the post you can literally see me telling that mutual to knock it off! And I spoke to them privately about it too! Which is something, frankly, I think I had every reason to not do given the way that person being insulted has treated me (And the lack of apology I've received from them for that). So like, not sure which kidney you want me to sacrifice to prove that I'm not actually cool with people stalking others and sending death threats.