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bonewreath · 1 month

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so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

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koralira-kira · 8 months

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him as a boyfriend ★bang chan★

pairings : idol!bangchan x reader

genre : romance, fluff, dating an idol, i'd say slice of life

synopsis : little sneak peak of you and bang chan's cute little secret relationship

warnings : profanities used

wc : 336

notes : cute little bang chan fic cuz i said so. i'll also try and attempt to do other members too! that is if i could WAHSHJKAKAJSH. anyways, enjoy! and also please feel free to message me for any suggestions. fandoms that i can write is skz, enhypen, jjk, and bnha at the moment. that's all!

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-i feel like i'd imagine him being that type that would stock a bunch of snacks inside the bedside table, pantry, living room, anywhere and everywhere, really. heck, maybe even in the bathroom. he would find any places that he could stock snacks for the both of you. sometimes he'll just surprise you by offering you one of his snacks while lying on the couch

"you want some?"

"since when did you get that???"

-calling chan by his full government name when you're upset or angry. his eyes would expand the moment he'd hear you screaming his name. mind scrambling, he doesn't know what to do, he was panicking like a motherfucker, honestly.

"did you finish the pack of goldfish again??"

"it's in the pantry besides the ramen, darling!"

"...oh found it! thanks, love!"

thank god you didn't notice the vanilla ice cream he accidentally ate had gone missing.

"hey, have you seen the vanilla haagen dazs that i bought a week ago?"

well shit.

-he'll secretly ask for felix's brownie recipe for the both of you to bake when it's his day off. he knew you always loved felix's sweet chocolate delicacy. so, what better way is it to make it with you?

"woah, this tastes just like felix's. did you get his recipe?"

then he's all in denial like

"no, i searched a few recipe's online and tried what worked best."

-he'll definitely let you hear a little sneak peak of a few unreleased songs. sometimes, he'll ask or call you to help him with a few lyrics.

"oh yeah, that would definitely sound better with the drums."

"right? it really makes a whole lot better."

-tell me that he doesn't make a playlist for you cuz he certainly will. no doubt. like two weeks into the relationship, he texted you that he made a whole playlist for you.

"hey, i made a playlist for you," then he proceeds to send the link to you.

folded. like straight up folded, i tell you.

fin

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kiiraverse · 3 months

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fujin riding hcs😈

fujin riding hcs♡

WARNINGS: smut duhh

A/N: definitely didn’t make these while on a call with my friends, but yeah these r all i could conjure up so have fun with em (MDNI!!!!)

he gets handsy, so you might wanna tie his wrists to the bed. for science purposes

either that or just pin his wrists down to the bed, that works too

HUGE whimperer, like he’s the most whiniest fucker you’ve ever seen

if his wrists aren’t restrained or pinned down, he’d probably wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your chest to stifle his moans and whines

he also likes to hold your hands while you ride him

pull. his. hair. he’s a sucker for it

when he cums he starts shivering, throwing his head back, and his eyes roll back in his head

#mk fujin #fujin x reader #lord fujin #mk11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #writing community #my writing #writing #kira writes

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sparklemotiongalaxy · 1 year

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Ficlet time for the No Gem Roads AU! AU by @vinylroadsjunction This time about…

Leschenaultia or otherwise known as “First Love’s Grass” in Japanese!

Leschenaultia: Yinu and her family

(Note: Mama and Papa’s personalities… are… wildly HCs here...)

Without further ado, enjoy!

It is evening. The moon shines down on you as you make your way home. Alone, not that you ever minded the existential dread that comes with it. No matter how many times you come to the view of the Natura district, it is spectacular. The paved roads, the splendid houses, the fountains, the flower shops... you could go on!

If it weren't for the explosions that occurred just a few hours ago. The paved road was slightly damaged, with cracks all over. One fountain was leaking, water trickling down the basin. Must get Timmy to help you fix everything, you note.

It is already rumored to be the fault of the new-fangled Rock duo, Bunk Bed Junciton. You never had an affinity for rock, but you appreciated how much sheer energy they brought to Vinyl City.

Then you notice a child that will change your life.

You realize the child is lost. All dirty. With scrapes all over their body. And without their parent. In the middle of the city.

But most of all, you know that look in a child's eyes. That red, messy sobby eyes.

You are a busy man. You understand that. Still, you bend down to greet the child.

"Do you need any help?"

The child, wearing strange blue robes, flinches. Then she dashes away.

"No no! I will not hurt you!" Although running after a child who is clearly afraid of you is illogical, you do so anyways.

Pitter patter!

After running down the hill marked with buildings oh so familiar to you, the tiny footsteps come to a halt.

The glowing light makes the child glow in almost an angelic manner.

"Please... I need help! I'm lost... and I need my Red Coral!"

The child's already large eyes widen, desperate for any sort of kindness. Hopefully.

"Who is this 'Red Coral?'" People nowadays have such strange names. Not that you mind, of course.

The child gasps and covers their mouth as if they'd said something wrong. But their eyes go back to a neutral state as they continued.

"Red Coral and I came here for an important job. I can't tell you what it is but- we lost. And now Red- Red Coral is gone!"

Whoever this Red Coral is, that person is quite important to this child. Which only means-

“I will help you find them. Can you tell me what they look like?”

"Ummm... tall. Golden eyes. Gem on the back of her head. Long hair head. A dress! Blue like mine!"

Gem? Like the gem monsters that surround this city? But if she is... sentient like the child in front of you, how?

"Let's set off. Take my hand. You might get lost."

The child hesitates for a split second but listens. You feel the small hand, cold, in yours. Making sure you don't accidentally squish it, you hold it tenderly.

"Now... where could she be?"

The artificial lights of the district brighten the road you two walk on. It casts a shadow of two people. One tall, one short. Just like a father and his child. No. This child will find this Red Coral, and they'd leave. Like they always do.

You were passing by the flower shop when they gasped.

"Did you spot her?"

"No... but I found something! Are those- flowers? Actual flowers?"

This child is surprised about seeing flowers. Not to be judgemental... but how odd.

"Yes. They are roses. Do you want some?"

"May I?"

You walk to the cashier and ask for the yellow and red rose bouquet. Adorned with blue flowers on the sides. He happily places the beautiful thing on the other hand once you pay and tips him.

"Always come back! Maybe this time bring someone... important, okay?" He flashed a cheeky grin.

"I'm not looking for dates! I'm going to give it to this child!" you tell him as you give the flower bouquet to the child.

"I'll gift you these."

The child lets out a smile, for the first time. It looks precious. Especially the way she had dimples. Then the smile faded.

"I can have them? But I didn't deserve this... I haven't done anything to do so."

"People always deserve flowers. Especially for those who are feeling...blue." You say, pointing at the child's outfit.

It earned you another small smile, so it's worth it.

You wave goodbye to the flower shop employee. As you walk hand in hand, you meet Amal.

Like always, he was on all fours, while wearing his blue unicorn outfit.

"Amal... I know you are a unicorn right now, but we need help. Have you seen a woman in a blue dress, with golden eyes, and-"

"Red." The child cuts in while still admiring the bouquet.

"..."

"Amal, please. No horsing around now!" You said another pun.

"Yeah. I kinda think she went to Metro Division. Looked like she was really searching for something."

"That's her! Thank you, Amal!" The child suddenly perked up.

You had to get there fast. Metro Division was much larger and more... chaotic than here, so it would take much.

"Is it okay if I pick you up? A piggyback?"

"What's that?" This child also doesn't understand piggybacks.

"It is when a person picks up another person... and puts them on their shoulder!"

The child let out an excited breath but flinched again. "I'm not that high ranking!" Even more strange words.

"You are my first priority now! Besides, we must get you to the Divison."

"... okay."

Your back may hurt for a while, but this was worth it.

You pick the child up. Surprisingly light.

As you feel the breeze run through your hair, you run past that flower shop, across the bridge, and enter the bask of the bright Neon lights of Metro Division. Not as bright as before, but still. Quite fancy.

Then you spot her.

As the child (wonder what their name is) suddenly yells for her, she looks back. The broken carousel makes a stark contrast between her blue dress.

Red Coral has sparkling golden eyes. The world glimmers in those eyes as she lunges toward you and the child.

"DID YOU KIDNAP MY GOLDEN CORAL? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!"

Her eyes pierce through you.

She had a beautiful voice, too.

The child jumps down from your shoulder and stands between you and her, arms wide open as if to protect you.

"No! Red, he helped me find you! He- gave me this, too."

The child, no, Golden Coral, hands Red the bouquet.

"What?" Now with an astonished look, she gingerly takes the bouquet. She turns it around and examines it.

"Actual flowers?" Once again, an odd response.

"Yes!"

Her look melts, as she kneels down to meet your gaze.

"I am deeply sorry for my past words. And I must thank you for helping me unite with my protege." Now she looked mortified by her past action, eyes glistening.

You let out an assuring smile. "No worries! I would be scared too if I was lost in another place and separated from my family! Do you have a place to stay?"

"... no."

"If so, I can invite you to my house. We have more flowers. And a roof over our heads."

Golden Coral tugs at Red's skirt. "We can see more flowers? We should go, Red!"

Red Coral lets out the sweetest smile known to humankind. "If you insist. Then I must accept such an offer."

Whatever happens with these two from now on, you were going to be involved too. And something told you, it was going to be big.

But this was going to be a good big change.

The Neon lights shined down on you and the Corals. It made the two look as if they were glowing more under it.

You take a deep breath. Time to introduce yourself to them. "Nice to meet you. My name is-"

#ficlet time #no gem roads #nsr #no straight roads au #no straight roads #nsr yinu #nsr mama #nsr papa #okay this one is LONG #but worth it!#also my first time writing in a style like this #i am currently on a writing spree right now #i am a fic factory #bonding with the fam #here we gooooooooo #Kira Writes

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kiraofthewind · 1 year

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WIP Word Search Tag Game

I was tagged by @rachaellawrites, and thank you for the tag! I love these kinds of games <3 My words were dark, rain, simmer, smoke, and frame

I will use words from GOOD THYME WITH BAD COMPANY, or whatever this book eventually gets titled. It was originally going to be a single book, but now this damn thing has turned into a trilogy siiigh. Oh, but I love it so much, I could write about these characters and their shenanigans forever. The current title works best for the third book, and I'm currently only on the first, so the snippets here will inevitably be in a book with a different title.

DARK

You fled into the sunrise, and I into the sunset. Have you been embraced by warmth and light yet? I have sentenced myself to writhe in the cold and dark.

RAIN

Immediately behind her chair was the great clock, its many gears forever buzzing. The evening was still early; the guests had plenty of time to be rowdy yet. The weather calendar hung on the wall next to the clock. It would rain tomorrow, bringing in more guests seeking to stay warm by the fire.

SIMMER

Dinner hours had just started and the common room was full of guests, merchants and townsfolk alike, bumping elbows, sharing laughs, enjoying their ale together. The scent of Parsnips’s Family Stew—filled with parsnips, shallots, onions, and turnips—wafted through the room, enticing all who were enveloped in its aroma. The guests had filled their bowls and taken their seats at the tables, so Shallot could take the boy to the hearth, where the pot simmered over the flames, without fear of being interrupted.

SMOKE

Onion and Beans came through the common room entrance. The bartender carried his pipe of azurhizome powder, blue smoke trailing in his wake. “Thought I heard you hollering out here,” Onion said, her eyes on the hand as it flailed about in its prison. “What in the dominion is that?”

FRAME

Shallot clutched the net, stepped onto the balcony, and looked down. There were two naked kids—boys from a quick glance—skin so pale they practically glowed in the ringslight. They had extinguished the flames on their wrists to stay hidden in the darkness, but Aloutia’s rings and moons shone enough light to illuminate their pallid, fragile frames. “Two boys,” Shallot said as she hefted herself upon the balustrade. “Get the other one!”

Anyone who wants to participate, feel free! I'm also going to tag @valeriestorm, @nightfoxproductions726, and @purviswrites if they want to play. Your words are SOFT, HOLLOW, TERROR, BREEZE, and FELT

#gtwbc #pentagonaldominion #kirasnippets #kira writes #writer tag #tag game #wip snippet #wip word search

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irrisistibledoom · 2 years

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though the rain makes my mascara run

and the cold numbs my fingers

i am never more myself than i am in october

#kira writes #poetry #quotes #lyrics

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myempireofsalt · 9 months

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Catalyst WIP

A short clip of something coming about a chapter or two from the current that I'm happy with.

"If I might trouble you a little longer, would you grant me a favor?" the former Count watches as Vala's shoulders stiffen. Her expression remains that too-familiar mix of wishing to flee out the nearest window and guilty obligation.

I ask one last favor of you.

At least the eyes in the man before her's face are filled with life. Lined with grief and the stress of age weighing their corners as cleaves within mountain stone even as they are.

A slow nod, heavy as the sword lying at rest within the job stone nestled at the hollow of her throat. "Ask it and it is yours."

"Careful," Edmont cautions her, eyes half-consumed by the smile her grave answer conjures forth. "I might take advantage and ask you to pack your Scions and sequester them here in Ishgard in selfishness."

He leans forward, hands gripping the smooth dome of his cane topper with intent. "Would you indulge me with a private performance? Particularly the one you would serenade young Alphinaud with during your time here."

A beat. "If I am not mistaken, it is also the very same I have heard over my son's grave as well."

Her heart sinks into her stomach and freezes colder than the night outside. Cheeks aflame with shame and embarrassment, it takes Vala a precious double fistful of seconds to manage a response."You-"

"Were not asleep, no." His smile fades. "You held my son's word and offering of his honor, but not my trust. I was not going to sleep undisturbed with strangers in my home."

Vala's mouth thins, jaw clenched briefly as she grapples with the emotions his words invoke. Embarrassment, as those were private moments between herself and Alphinaud, the boy she considered her adopted kit, and Haurchefant, her former lover and friend besides. Humiliation at the thought that she had been trusted– and how she was so foolish to believe that one's generosity equals trust.

Yet another reason to doubt herself, her own judgment; there are too few people who say what they mean and mean it genuinely in this outside world.

I want to go home.

The thought springs unwelcome, unbidden, to the front of her thoughts. The desire and sheer force of want has her eye casting in Golmore's direction. East. Ever, ever east. Far, far away to the east and south where a life she knew and loved and understood lie eternal and unchanging. Predictable in its unpredictability and dangers known and unknown alike.

But she can't. Like the world of the Ancients. Like the former shards of the worlds destroyed in their attempt to make this one whole again.

Home does not exist for her; there is no going back.

#kira writes #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #Vala is having an extremely bad one in this fic and I feel bad #i love edmont but be srs rn he wouldn't be that at ease with three strangers in his manor #he probably didn't sleep well for at least a month or so until his concerns were proven unfounded #Vala once again getting checked into oblivion on how suspicious and ulterior motive everybody is in Eorzea #Viera from Skatay and Golmore being all 'bitch you really live like this?? WTF'#going from a society that works together and cooperates to live and thrive to 'we plot on each other for fun and avarice purposes' sucks #oh guess who just learned you can EDIT TAGS

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kittysauce · 7 months

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au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

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writergeekrhw · 8 months

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Why did Kira keep getting hooked up with random men when she was clearly a lesbian?

Real talk? It was the '90s. Paramount wasn't ready for LGBTQ+ Kira.

If you want an in-universe explanation, remember that Kira's pretty conservative religiously and socially, and probably more than a little repressed.

#ask me anything #tv writing #ask me stuff #ds9 #star trek ds9 #star trek #deep space nine #star trek deep space nine #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #kira #kira nerys

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 9 months

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Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

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bonewreath · 2 months

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in which ellie shows you exactly who you belong to.

18+ minors dni!

You and Ellie aren’t together.

You’re not a couple. You’d both agreed to keep things casual. You’re just roommates who mess around sometimes; simple as that.

So why do you feel so guilty for going on a date with someone else?

You’re dressed and ready, adding the final touches to your makeup in the mirror, and you should be feeling excited - your date is a total dreamboat. Perfect on paper and so, so hot. But instead of that giddy, fluttery feeling in your stomach, all you feel is guilt.

You and Ellie aren’t together, you keep reminding yourself. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. There’s nothing wrong with going on a date, right? Because you’re single… Right?

On your way out, you run into Ellie, because of course you do. She’s sprawled out on the couch, head propped on a pillow, playing her Switch with a determined look on her face. Your stomach clenches when you see her. She looks up when she hears you walk to the front door, her eyes following you as you slip into your shoes.

“You look nice,” Ellie says from the couch. You look over and see that she’s paused her game; she’s sitting up and drinking in the sight of you, eyes lingering over your frame. You pretend not to notice.

“Thank you, Ellie.” You grin and look down at your outfit, palms smoothing over the fabric of your skirt. You do look nice.

“Where are you going?”

Your cheeks go hot at the question, and your first instinct is to lie - to tell Ellie that you’re going to see a friend. Just catching up with someone from college over dinner. But it’d be stupid to lie - you’re single. You’re allowed to go out.

“I’m, um, going on a date.”

You don’t look at her when you say it - you know you’d feel guilty, even if the two of you are just friends with benefits. Or… Roommates with benefits?

“Oh,” Ellie says, as you busy yourself picking off nonexistent lint from your shirt. Anything to avoid her gaze. “Okay. Have fun, then.”

There’s no bitterness in her voice, which you had expected. You glance at her face, and she’s back to that determined expression, focused on her Switch again.

You clear your throat. “Thanks. I’ll, um… See you later.”

Naturally, you spend the entire date thinking about Ellie. Her eyes, green and dotted with flecks of brown. Her hair, which falls in her face just right. Her mouth, and the way it feels against the supple flesh of your throat, Ellie’s lips soft and wet as she trails kisses down your neck.

And her hands - her strong hands. You can almost feel them on your hips, on your chest, between your legs.

God, this date was a mistake.

Still, you have the common decency to see it through. You pretend to be interested in your date’s job, their hobbies, their five year plan. They drone on for hours, only asking you a few pointed questions about yourself, and when the dinner’s finally over and they’ve signed the check, you’re itching to leave.

Not long after you’ve made it back home, you’re face-down on Ellie’s bed, moaning into the mattress as her tongue circles your clit.

She’d asked you about your date between heated kisses, her lips flushed and swollen. You hadn’t given her much details aside from it was boring and I just wanted to come home and do this. That seemed to give Ellie some sort of complex, because now, as she pumps her fingers into your cunt with one hand and lands a stinging smack on your ass with the other, she pulls back from mouthing at your clit to rasp, “That’s it, moan for me.”

And she’s always been talkative in bed, all slurred curses and dirty comments, but there’s something different this time. You arch your back deeper, giving her more access to pound her fingers into you, and she groans in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” she breathes, using her free hand to dig her blunt nails into the flesh of your ass. She gives it another spank for good measure. “Wanna tell me whose pussy this is?”

There it is - something she’s never said before. You can feel yourself getting wetter, tightening around her fingers as your hips involuntarily push backwards against her palm. You forget to respond entirely, every thought in your head smooth and shapeless, disappearing as quickly as it came. But Ellie won’t let you off so easily.

“Flip over,” she orders, the rasp in her voice sending a thrill up your spine. You obey wordlessly, and when you’re on your back, you see it: a possessive glint in her gaze, a sharp edge to her expression. You gush impossibly wetter, cunt clenching around nothing - the absence of Ellie’s fingers makes you want to sob.

“Ellie,” you whisper, brows knitting together. Her gaze softens. “Please make me come.”

A smile tugs at her lips and she nods, her palm rubbing over your stomach in soothing circles.

“I will, princess,” she assures you, “but I need you to tell me who you belong to. Think you might’ve forgotten.”

Guilt twists in your gut. “You, Ellie.”

“What about me?”

There’s a challenge in the teasing lilt of her voice. You swallow. “I… Belong to you.”

“Mm, that’s right.” Ellie’s hands travel upward from your abdomen to your chest, closing around each of your tits. You suck in a shaky breath when her thumbs stroke over your pert nipples, making them draw even more taut. “These are mine?”

“Yours,” you gasp, chest rising and falling quickly. Ellie’s bangs fall in her eyes as she leans over to suck a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling over the bud until you go cross-eyed, hips canting upward. She repeats the same torture with your other breast, leaving both of your nipples swollen and sensitive.

“What about this?” Ellie asks when she pulls back, her hand moving to the heat between your legs. You whine, a desperate, pathetic little sound that makes Ellie want to eat you whole.

“Yours, Ellie, it’s yours,” you say, voice betraying how needy you are. She dips a finger into your wetness, your folds silky with arousal, and you almost miss the way her eyes flicker back into her skull for a moment. She’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

“This is mine?” She drags her fingers up to your clit, drawing torturously wide circles around it - close, but not close enough. You could start crying right there. You nod, frantic.

Ellie clicks her tongue, tuts in disapproval. “No, baby, I need to hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?”

And it’s not so hard to admit - Ellie’s had you under her spell long before you went on that stupid date tonight. You realize it now, cheeks warming at the obscene sounds of Ellie’s fingers playing in your cunt, unable to look her in the eye without squirming.

“My pussy’s yours,” you pant, “s’all yours. Nobody fucks me like you, Els.”

You’re pushing your hips towards her touch, your tits in your own hands now, pulling at your nipples like it’ll relieve the growing need in your belly. Ellie eyes you with half-lidded eyes, lust heavy in her gaze, and it’s like you can see the remnants of her resolve break. She sinks between your legs and finally, finally laps at your desperate cunt, drinking in the taste of you as you whine and writhe above her.

When you come, it’s with Ellie’s name on your lips. And you know it’s true - you’re entirely hers.

#a lil blurb for yall on this fine friday #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie fic #ellie smut #ellie x reader #ellie x reader smut #my writing #possessive!ellie #kira writes

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koralira-kira · 8 months

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take a chance with me? ❆park sunghoon❆

pairings : park sunghoon x reader

genre : fluff, romance, sunghoon asking you out on a date :)

synopsis : your crush asks you out on a date at the wrong time.

warnings : profanity but just a little bit.

wc : 538

notes : inspired by niki's song "take a chance with me". actually took me like almost an hour to find good pictures on pinterest and thank god i did. i was also thinking on what fic i should be writing next so if you have any suggestions, feel free to message me! anyways, that's all hope you enjoy!

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you've been crushing on this guy for god knows how long. you could even swear that his laugh is the kind that colors the sky. heck, you'd even die for it. you've seen him countless times around campus and even in a few classes but yet he doesn't lay an eye on you. not even once. you two have been in hangouts together because of a friend of a friend and he still doesn't make a single conversation with you. i mean what can you expect from THE park sunghoon? he's got everything every girl wants in a man, and that includes you. his eyes, his smile, his hair, his body, and even that goddamn mole on his nose. god, you're clearly a sucker for that man but no matter how obsessed you are, you'll still straight up deny them. you wished you could be the one that could love sunghoon more than a friend. you wished that you could be the one to comfort him when he's not in the mood. you'd even wished that you could be the person that he'd call you "his". but all came to a stop when he asked you on a date.

"wanna go out with me?" he said just outside of the front door of your apartment.

"i'm sorry, what?" you replied all confused. i mean in your defense you just got up from your cute little afternoon nap and now here you are. all confused and sleepy to even comprehend a word he's saying, let alone a sentence like that.

"look, if you don't feel like it it's totally fine-"

"oh no no no, you don't understand, i would love to go out with you but like why?" you asked. god, you look so stupid right now. like would a pajama party be an ideal set up for you to ask somebody on a date? no.

"well-" poor boy got cut off again.

"you know what? i'll go. when and where do you wanna take me?" at this point you can't take it anymore. him looking at you in this state especially when you just woke up from that two hour nap is a definite no no.

"well, a picnic at the park on friday next week maybe? i'll pick you up here at around 2pm. that is if you're free."

good lord that smirk. made you fold easily but of course you didn't. now you're blushing like bitch.

"oh yeah, sure i'm definitely free," god, you hoped that he wouldn't notice.

"so it's date then, yeah? alright i'll see you on friday, sweetheart," he winked.

'uhm squeeze me?! where in the fucking world did that "sweetheart" come from???' you thought. standing there like an idiot.

"sure sure, see you then, sunghoon," you really tried your best to keep your stance, you really did but as soon as that door was closed, you couldn't help but squeal, screech, scream, and cry at the same time. all you hoped was that sunghoon had a good distance far from the door.

but he didn't. he quietly walked to your door shortly after you closed it and listened while smiling at himself. you could tell he was really proud. damn that little bitch.

fin

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#kira writes #park sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen x reader #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon x reader fluff #fluff #enhypen fluff #x reader #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon

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kiiraverse · 2 months

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movie kung lao headcanons <3

WARNINGS: none! just some cute hcs :33 (not proofread i made these past 3am😭)

A/N: sigh.. filler post😞

if you’re sitting next to him during dinner, he likes to rest his hand on your thigh and gently caress it. (physical touch king !!!)

and if you’re still hungry after dinner, he’ll gladly give you some of his food.

he’s like a cat, he loves when you play with his hair. specifically when he’s resting his head in your lap nearly falling asleep.

in either your room or his room, he likes to slow dance with you. he just does it for fun.

biggest cuddle bug!!!! after a long day of training and sparring, he just wants to settle down in bed and cuddle with you (if you let him be little spoon, he’ll become putty in your arms)

sucker for massages, his muscles can get sore after a long day, so he asks you for a massage from time to time. he falls asleep pretty quickly in the middle of it tho

gives you cheek kisses at the most random moments. you could be talking to him about something and all of a sudden, he’s leaning closer to you and giving you a smooch on the cheek.

he loves to fluster you. the smallest things he does can get such a cute reaction out of you. he could just kiss your hand like the gentleman he is and your face is red within seconds

likes calling you “sweetie” “darling” “my heart”

#mortal kombat #kung lao #mk 2021 #mk movie #mk kung lao #kung lao mk 2021 #kung lao x reader #mortal kombat x reader #writing community #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #kira writes

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sparklemotiongalaxy · 1 year

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Despite Everything (More Fics!)

So @the-cecilia-egg has been cooking some amazing No Gem Roads AU Fics that I recently managed to discover. So based on one of the fics, Kimberlite, I decided to write my own. As always, OG AU is by @vinylroadsjunction!

(Note: to understand the full context of the fic, you also might want to read Monster Reunited by yours truly! Shameless fic plugging)

The green mantis wandered. It knew it had to find, find, find. Something? Someone? Somewhere? A ship. Gems. Find. Find. Find. Commander. Troops. Starlight. No. They were gone. They left. They left?

In a forest, it found two gems together. Red and yellow. Like his troops. Vines. Earth plants covered them. Not like his troops. Not them. Not them.

Near the ocean, it found five gems. They were in a cave. One floated towards it. The other gem caught it before it got too close. Five? Familiar. But no ship. Not them. Not them.

It also found many gems in the humans place. The humans were bad news. They threw rocks at it whenever they came close. But those gems. Humans babbled towards them. They did not fight. Not them. Not them.

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“Corals, Akoya Pearl. You will fight for the legacy of her luminous Pink Diamond’s legacy, for revenge!”

“Yes, Kimberlite.”

“I understand how this is not part of your usual mission. However, after her luminous Pink Diamond got shattered, we must get as much gems deployed to end the Crystal Gems once and for all!”

“Yes Kimberlite.”

“I am sorry how this war is involving you.”

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“Red!”

“Goldie! Oh, did they hurt you?”

“No! I’m fine!”

“I must thank you Paraiba. For letting me reunite with my protege. I thought I had failed her.”

“No worries soldier! Hurry! Evacuate from Earth! No time to lose!”

“We will try... but... how far can we run? I have my Goldie here... she is not...”

“Then leave without me! I don’t want to lose you!”

“No! I will not lose you again!”

“... better get going.”

“Stay safe!”

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“Akoya!”

“Oh my! You look like a mess!”

“Evacuate! Hurry!”

“We can’t!”

“Why not?”

“One of my managers... she isn’t here... and the others are looking for her! I don’t want to go alone!”

“... fine. Get out of here as soon as everyone is here, understood?”

“Yes!”

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“Rebels!”

“Finally here to end us, huh?”

“We know your shtick now. And we’ll win, whatever it takes.”

“No! I’m not here to fight! Leave this planet! Whatever happens, it won’t be--”

“Wait wait wait! We are here on Earth because it’s where we are free! We’d rather get shattered than go back!”

“Understandable... shame though. I liked you two gems. How you fused to defeat us.”

“Aren’t you Homeworld gems against fusion?”

“They are. I am not.”

“What the-”

“I have a Starlight. My universe.”

“Ooh. So you were in...”

“Not now, ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ... You better get on going. We still see a bunch of gems.”

“Thank you rebels.”

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Red and Golden Coral closed their eyes.

“Whatever happens next, we will hold each other very tight.”

“You won’t let go of me?”

“Never.”

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Akoya Pearl and her crew huddled in the cave.

“It was a good run guys. I’m glad I met you.”

“Me too!”

“I’ll miss you.”

“It’s not like we... we're gonna get...”

“I’ll sing for you!”

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The rebels were trying to get the humans to hide when they saw white.

They held their bodies close.

light Light LIght LIGht LIGHt LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT LIGHT

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Kimberlite felt her cave’s heat as she fell into another slumber.

They’d come for her.

#no straight roads au #no straight roads #no gem roads #NSR #SU AU #steven universe #steven unvierse au #i don't know if I did your writing justice for this fic #it is more experimental #and do tell me if it's too confusing #title is a reference to Undertale #Kira Writes

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kiraofthewind · 1 year

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Daily PD Art

“Aloutia produces so much food that there aren’t enough people living here to eat it all,” Su said. “We owe that blessing to the Goddess Cherribell, your Goddess. When we go to the Plant Church tomorrow, perhaps we should thank her for the bounty she has provided us.”

Quote from MERCHANTS OF LIGHT AND BONE

Art of Cherribell, Goddess of Plant, by @kittensbooksart

#pentagonaldominion #kirasfantasyworld #kira writes #gods of the pentagonal dominion

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irrisistibledoom · 1 year

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i love you like a feral animal

i need you like fentanyl

#kira writes

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