Scott and Stiles' sister
Hello beautiful person! Welcome to the dar- my blog! This is a multifandom blog, and
you can tell how many fandoms I'm in by my posts 'cause I'm just too lazy to list them all. Oh, my name. Right. Uhhh call me Fae, or Thals whichever one you think is less dark like my sou-.... So yeah, hi. I'm 21! (Gifs, pictures and theme are not mine)
hey guys! so after a long time with this blog i’m finally comfortable enough to share this.
you can call me thals or fae, whichever is totally fine. my pronouns are she/her/hers and i’m a cis woman. i’m biromantic demisexual, though i’m very very comfortable being called queer. i’m 22, and i currently live in north america, though you can’t tell that from my blogging schedule (which is non-existent). if you think you know me irl, no you don’t lmaoooo. since this *is* a multifandom blog, you probs won’t see consistent content. though what WILL be consistent will be the reblogged fanfics that i read, whether they be sfw or notsfw. sometimes i write as well. i think most of them are under the tag thals writes or thal’s writing. :)
this is basically where i dump all my hyperfixations, so i’m really sorry if you came here for a certain fandom lol. my inbox is always open to chat and also just talking about and thirsting over any characters that you can see here. really, do feel free to message me! i love making friends! i love reading fanfics and x readers, so there’s gonna be a lot of that. i’m pretty sure that there’s some of my writing buried somehwre in here, too. i made a masterlist of writing resources, though i haven’t checked it in a veeery long while. i also take writing requests for any character that you see here!
current hyperfixation: attack on titan
warnings
i reblog a lot of NSFW stuff, so if you’re a minor, be warned. this isn’t a spoiler-free blog, either. and i also reblog a lot of politics, usually international. i’m usually on mobile (i know, literall hell) so my tagging system isn’t as great as i’d like it to be, heh.
Threesome witk SATURO GOJO and SUGURU GETO, but it’s being Geto who‘s being the whole center of it. All overstimulated and sprawled out on the messy sheets. Geto just a mess at this point. Drooling and moaning with two mouths on his cock.
The way Gojo and you move your tongues on Suguru‘s tip drives him crazy, dick twitching and throbbing in your holds when both of you two begin to suck on the head of his cock. A little fight over who gets to lick the black haired‘s pre cum off. But Satoru just goes for it and sticks his tongue down your mouth after.
Several rounds later, it even turned into a little guessing game who is pleasing Geto. He’s winding and whining, Satoru is even being a little mean. Making him cum so many times that it is even too much for him to handle when you and Gojo slobber all over his cock while making out. Of course, you two are going to lick the cum off his shaft to get Geto fully clean.
I would immediately ask him the stupidest questions. “Did you have toilets back then?” “Do you know what an oven is?” “Things must’ve been great before guns were invented, huh?”
— contents ⋮ fluff + sfw, slightly suggestive at toji’s — minors do not follow me though i’m an 18+ blog
— notes ⋮ THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA
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gojo has never seen a bad picture of himself before—not until now, at least. he stares at the picture on your lock screen in pure shock, grimacing slightly at how his lips are parted and his cheek is smooshed against your chest. he even thinks that’s a tiny bit of drool on his lips, and he stares at you with narrowed eyes and a pout.
“sweetheart, you have to change this picture,” he whines, “if megumi sees this he’ll be so mean—you have no idea how mean kids his age can be, it’s ridiculous!”
“what’s ridiculous is you getting hurt over a kid in the first place,” you snort, smiling fondly at the image on your phone. gojo looks relaxed for once, nestled comfortably against your chest as his body drapes over yours—you’d snapped the picture as blackmail at first, but the soft flush of his cheeks and the slight crinkle on his nose makes you rethink if it was ever ugly to be blackmail in the first place.
“hey! you’re just as rude,” he huffs, “are you hanging out with him more? he’ll be mean to you too, just watch. and then i’ll—”
“you look cute, toru,” you hum, smiling gently as you stare at the photo. he blinks at the way your eyes soften as they fix on him through the screen, and he thinks for a moment that maybe there’s not one bad photo of him after all.
“yeah, you’re right. only i could make drooling adorable,” he grins smugly, plopping himself to lay on your chest, sighing quietly when your fingers thread through his hair.
geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.
but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.
“suguru, what are you—”
“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.
“what are you—”
“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”
and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.
the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.
“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.
“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.
“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.
tags: college au!, suggestive comments, i characterized him how i wanted to idc
notes: in that case i’ll call him that just to make him mad <3
“don’t call me that,” geto huffs quietly, rolling his eyes as you snort from your spot on his chest. the television is simply background music at this point, and you don’t think either of you has paid attention in the last fifteen minutes to the movie playing—but you think you have other things you’re rather be watching right now. like the pout that’s slowly tugging at geto’s lips.
“what’s wrong with it?” you raise a brow, eyes laced with amusement as he grunts.
“sounds stupid,” he mutters quietly.
“i think it’s cute,” you insist, “a cute little nickname for my cute little boyfriend.” you lean up to peck his jaw with a giggle, and even despite the clear unhappiness sprawled across his features, he tightens his arm around your waist.
“i am not little,” he says firmly, and he almost sounds insulted that you’d make such an untrue claim, “i think i’ve shown you that more than once.”
“okay, maybe not little,” you hum in agreement, “but you’re definitely cute.”
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