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thewhiskersonkittens · 10 months

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Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick.

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago. “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #fluff #reader insert

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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easy | kim jiwoong

pairing: jiwoong x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 471

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proof read

prompts: 1. "want me to kiss it better...? or.." 15. "shut up" "make me"

notes: hii guys, some jiwoong content for u all bc ohh hes so perfect head in hands,, hope u all enjoy :D

"it's not funny," you pouted as you were tightly holding your own hand, trying to sooth the way your fingers were throbbing. you didn't mean to be in such a rush to get out of the car, but you were, and in return you had shut the car door on your hand.

"it's a little funny," jiwoong taunted before walking around to your side of the car, "and this, by the way, is why you should let me open the doors for you," he paused, taking your injured hand in his and examining it, "doesn't look broken."

you sighed, "how are you so sure, since when was i dating a doctor?" you teased. while your hand still hurt, the pain had subsided and he was probably right, but where was the fun in admitting that so easily.

"well because you're joking with me right now instead of swearing up a storm, so i'd say that's pretty good." he didn't release your hand, simply rubbing his thumb over your fingers lightly as he looked up at you, "why? want me to kiss it better..? or.."

your eyes lit up at the suggestion, even if he was joking, you were 100% serious in the way you quickly nodded. a blush dusted across your cheeks as he brought your hand up to his lips, placing light kisses on your knuckles.

"all better?" he asked, getting another nod in return from you. "who knew you were so easy to please," a laugh escaped his lips as he let his arm snake around your waist, keeping you close.

you were sure you had flushed a deeper shade of red at the comment, "shut up," you muttered, keeping your eyes trained on the ground in front of you, partially to not trip and partially to avoid jiwoong's gaze. that was until his fingers were guiding your chin up, forcing you to look at the boy in front of you as he stopped the two of you in your tracks.

"make me," he urged you, eyes trying to decipher your next moves. you shyly leaned up, pressing a kiss on his lips and getting a content hum from him.

now it was your turn to laugh, "who's so easy to please now?" you toyed, turning to continue walking to the front door.

jiwoong had to speed up to catch up to you who had already made it to the front door. he was about to argue about your last comment; something about how he wasn't easy to please, ready to blame your cute demeanor for the way you successfully shut him up. but you had connected your lips yet again, more boldly this time, leaving jiwoong's complaints to die in his throat.

let's just say there were a lot of things you could kiss better, especially with jiwoong.

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #kim jiwoong imagines

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pricescigar · 1 year

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Utter Jealously & Posessiveness – Albert Wesker HC's

Note: I'm really loving the attention, appreciation I'm getting from making these HC's which makes me want to continue even more. So enjoy this batch of HC's. ❤️

And as always... No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy!

Photo belongs to me

CW: Mentions of Swearing , Violence and NSFW

You and Wesker have been dating for over 6 months now, and you've been loving every single minute of it. He was too perfect.

A fine gentleman Wesker is, he treats you right, he's kind, gentle and is always there for you.

Even sometimes it makes you wonder why Wesker chose to be with you, but seeing how happy he was all the time around you. It didn't take long to always see why, always filling you with glee.

You struggled in the past when it came to dating but Wesker came at the right time. You couldn't ask for anyone better than Wesker.

It was almost as if you finally found someone who deeply cares about you...

Occasionally you realised Wesker struggled with his anger, sometimes some situations would escalate. And you come in the nick of time to de-escalate it.

Wesker's temper is something, but you always find a way to comfort him. In turn he calms down, and apologises multiple times for his behaviour.

"I'm sorry my love... I didn't mean to scare you..."

You'd always reassure him it's okay, and even a few kisses on his face makes him feel better.

Wesker would wrap hid arms around you and pull you into his lap, letting you straddle him as he held you closely to his body. Muttering a soft; "Thank you."

More or less his anger shows up more when there's men/women or anyone else around you, who try to flirt with you. And that annoys him a lot.

At first he doesn't say anything of course— He just glares at them, his eyes glowing watching their every move like a hawk.

But if they do get too close to comfort, that's when he would interfere with immediate action.

Wesker would make it obvious that you are his, and his alone. An arm around your waist, holding hands, even kissing you when he arrives.

When they finally get the idea they finally go away, with Wesker's eyes still glowing watching the person walk away.

In some cases his anger goes from a 0 to 100 sometimes, he doesn't mess around.

At first you was surprised at how jealous he got, but at the same time it was really sexy. There were a few times in bed he'd make it obvious, clear that you are his.

"I won't stop until you scream my name."

He would even go as far as to having sex in the office with you, so no one else would have any second ideas to try and woo you.

There was one situation where a man almsot touched your butt but Wesker quickly arrived and broke the guys arm.

Despite how scared you was Wesker always made sure you was okay, hugging you closely to reassure you.

"I won't let anyone try to touch you like that again..." He would say as his eyes glowed.

Another thing that took you by surprise was his possessiveness, from the moment you got together with him. He was possessive and protective of you.

Which took you a while to get used to admittingly, after all Wesker is your first s/o.

Oh how he would grab your chin to make you look at him, his stern yet soft eyes staring at you as he'd whisper...

"You are mine. And mine alone, understand?"

The butterflies in your tummy and the warm welcome wet feeling down below.

Oh how he'd always smirk seeing the kind of effect he'd have on you... Always making him hard, and filled with such joy.

He'd either take you into his office to have sed with you right then and there, bemding over and rutting into you like anything.

Seeing how overstimulated you get, muttering "fuck." , "Shit." With every thrust. Making you cum on his cock right then and there.

Or he'd wait until the evening... After a long day of work, stressed from the day to take you into the bedroom.

Regularly you and Wesker Roleplay to spice up things in the bedroom, it wasn't usual for Wesker to still keep his lab coat on.

But when he'd take you to the bedroom, the familair smirk on his face. You knew what his plans were.

"Doctor Wesker would like to see you now."

Even if it isn't people flirting with you, or it's any other given situation. It doesn't stop him from protecting you, or always making it known that if you get hurt.

They would have to get through him.

#resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker resident evil #dbd wesker #re wesker

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zariyen · 1 year

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Do you have any art tips for beginner artists?

hi! i'll do my best to list the most useful ones for me from the top of my head! but if you're asking about something specific, lmk too!

always use references! this is 100% the fastest way to improve quickly! and don't forget if you're posting artworks using references, to always ask for permission if needed and to credit the reference! here's a very good post with links to various art tutorials and references :) try to do things out of your comfort zone!

i remember my sister drilling this into my head as a kid lmao: if you're going to draw people, make it a habit to draw the whole body, not just a face or bust. this way you can improve drawing the face and body at the same rate, rather than perfect the face and have like. a shoddy body HAHAHA (<- speaking from experience - my sister warned me but i still did not listen) here's an example from when i was 12 lol i went so hard on the eyes but my anatomy wasn't great so the drawing looks kind of goofy

if i'm being honest nothing has really changed even now HAHAHA you can still tell i spend too much time on the faces and neglect my anatomy studies a lot 🥲

3. don't worry too much about building a signature art style if you're a beginner! experiment and imitate art styles that you like, and it'll eventually develop into something you're comfortable with

4. speaking of art styles, Naoki Saito-sensei does very in-depth art videos for people looking to develop and improve their art, and he covers a variety of different topics! the link i provided is for his new YouTube account, since his first one was unrightfully terminated :( since it's new, there aren't a lot of videos up yet but he'll be re-uploading all his old ones soon

5. this video by tppo is also a useful tutorial/explanation for style breakdowns, using Mika Pikazo-sensei's artworks! also another good reference for building art and colouring styles

6. unless you're going for a specific art style, try not to use black colours for shading. Instead, try using a darker version of your base colour with the hue slightly adjusted. it's a little difficult to explain so i made a tiny diagram underneath:

it makes the colours pop a lot! Kurahana Chinatsu-sensei and Akiakane-sensei are really good at doing this 😭💖 that can also apply to lineart! but again, only if you're going for this kind of colourful art style :') do what feels right to you!

7. lastly try to enjoy drawing! if you do what you enjoy, learning and improving will come so much easier to you :) i can understand the urgency to improve (it's like my default state of mind 🥲) but if you keep focusing on that, drawing will eventually just start to overwhelm and frustrate you. try to combat it by doing something self-indulgent! i like to draw my ocs whenever i start getting burnt out :')

8. actually i lied this is the last one!! never give up!! it's so easy to feel bad or frustrated about your art no matter where you are in your art journey, so what i like to do to try and fight that is to look at my old art and compare the improvements! here's one of the earliest oc drawings i could find from my childhood vs my most recent oc drawing :pensive:

#this is a tiny psa to please dont bully me for my incredibly early 2000s core naruto oc i was a victim of the times #/lh #i hope this helps a bit! i'm really bad at making these lists im so sorry 😭#but from the top of my head these are the most helpful tips that have rlly stuck with me since i first started drawing #also confession #i'm actually very guilty of rarely using references bc im lazy #thats why my art sucks!!!!!!! dont be like me #also i'm so sorry for this incredibly late reply #!#ive been thinking for the longest time on how to answer it and this is the best i could come up with 🥲#za answers #Anonymous

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elsfairy · 1 year

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OMG OMG ok so like what if sev like was dealing with a really drunk reader and (when you say things when your drunk their sober thoughts) SO LIKE reader is saying all these nice things about Sevika and how much they want her baby’s and get married to her and how drop dead gorgeous she really is while laying in her bed and then at the end reader climbs on top of sev and raps their arms around her neck nuzzling their head into the crook of her neck. And whispers to her “I really mean all of this cause Ik you think I’m only saying it cause I’m sooooooo tipsyyyy *giggle* goodnight sevyyyy” and they like pass out. I wonder how sev would react. I was wondering if you could write this thought I have into like scenarios or a fanfic if not that’s totally fine I completely understand YOUR WRITINGS ARE AMAZING I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗💗 sending lots of loveee to youuu hun!

a/n: I love love love love this pls 😭 i would have done modern!sevika but.... also, sorry this is taking so long to get out, im not okay mentally, and the amount of times I have redone this bc it sucked makes me sick. slightly tweaked some stuff but it's there i swear. Idk how i feel about this i won't lie. ilysm w/c: 1.1k

───── LIQUORED UP

First of all, out of the two, Sevika can handle her alcohol so much better than you. So after a few glasses of whatever you had chosen to drink, you're already giggly and hammered by her side, mumbling out random sentences that make no sense but, you're happy, she can see you're happy and enjoying yourself.

"C'mon Sweetheart, drink some water then we can go home yeah? That's it, gotta take care of my girl"

You're extra clingy whenever you drink, so even though you were drunk out of your mind, you both knew it was going to take a little longer to leave the bar, and go home. she's protective of you anyway, but knowing you're drunk she's more protective, holding you close to her, keeping her hand on your lower back. although if you can barely stand, then she's carrying you in her strong arms. (yummy)

You know when a kid likes to run off because they've seen something that makes them happy? You're like that, all excited and gushy about everything, so she has to make sure to hold onto you just a little tighter, pushing people away just to be able to get you out the bar, and on the right path to your home. she could literally lose you amongst people so she needs to take extra precaution.

"Vika, don't wanna move.."

"Hey, i know, but won't it feel good to get home and be warm? it's not that much further"

I can imagine the slow walk home, she's holding you up and guiding you the whole way. chuckling but smiling at how much you're stumbling, obviously she won't let you fall but she just thinks it's cute :( and the way you're rambling about stuff that still makes no sense? girl got it bad for you.

drunk as hell, giggly as fuck but to her you looked so free and so beautiful. sure your makeup was now ruined because of how much you laughed and the tears staining your now rosy cheeks from crying because you had laughed so much, so hard but she's never seen you be such a free spirit in this world. you were truly the definition of perfection.

it wasn't long until she had taken it upon herself to carry you the rest of the way home like she did every time you got drunk. worried you'd end up falling and severely hurting yourself. it was like having your guardian angel. she truly did protect you, even more in a vulnerable state. "you're so strong, Vika.." You'd mutter, giggling into the skin of her neck, oblivious to the sudden heat rising there.

"yeah? does it impress you, Sweet?"

"mhm, all the time.."

it was a gentlewoman thing she did, she will neve lets you untie or take off your own shoes. that was her job, and always do things for you when you weren't completely 100% there. your drunk brain had you swaying, hand on her broad shoulder, trying to keep yourself up as she carefully slipped them off your sore feet, shoving them by the door. so gentle and caring towards you. "so kind to me, what would i do without you, Sev?"

"sleep without me pestering you for a kiss before i go to work every morning is a start. Go and get these clothes off, I'll bring you some water and something to eat, sober you up a little alright?"

the room was cold, too cold for your liking but that was your own fault for leaving the window wide open, knowing Sevika would complain about the chill, still though without a doubt would cuddle you to warm you up. she was so loving towards you, even if you did have days where you were a brat, endlessly annoying the shit out of her. she never shouted at you, or complained, she just loved you and took care of you.

"Hey, got your snacks and water. lemme take your makeup first then you can eat this, and sleep, okay?"

Another thing she did, won't even let you take your own makeup because she simply enjoyed doing that for you. you were also drunk as fuck so you would miss every patch. you watched in awe, watched the way she was quick to rush into the bathroom, coming back seconds later with a damp cloth. "Vika, can i tell you something..?"

She found it amusing you spoke like you were trying to tell her some sort of secret, but shook her head amused anyway. "give me a minute Sweetness, gotta get this off your face. you'll wakeup and cry if i don't"

the movement of the cloth against your face was slow, gentle even. she never rushed this part, she adored the way you looked at her with soft wide eyes, a small pout and overly entranced with her. loved to stroke your face, admiring you. booping your nose, adored the giggle she gained from her action. "You're so beautiful Vika.." you sigh, poking her cheek.

"Me? you should see you, angel"

alcohol made you more tired than usual, so it wasn't a surprise to Sevika when you crawled onto her body, snuggling your face into her neck, that deep blush returning on your face when she pulls you more into her chest. "Vika can i tell you now?"

"Right, of course Sweet"

"Just really want you to know that i think you are so beautiful.. i don't know why you don't accept my compliments or whatever.. but i hope you know that I'm telling the truth.. I'd never lie to you.. you're so pretty.. so pretty i want to cry when someone else looks at you, but i can't blame them.. you're the prettiest of all pretty things.. you wanna know something else? wanna marry you Vika, you make me feel so safe and loved.. you're so kind and gentle with me.. i wanna wake up to know you're my wife.. wanna have children with you.. grow up so they can be strong like you are.. kind like you are.. really want a family with you Vika.. love you so much.."

the abrupt end to your giggle told her your ass somehow quickly fell asleep, head snuggled right in the crook of her neck, your breath fanning her now hot skin. she didn't ignore your compliments, she loved them but she kept it hidden because she's never been told how beautiful she is. until she met you.

her heart was beating way too fast, the heat on her face was oblivious to you in your deep slumber but she felt warm. your words warmed her heart. you have had this feeling and thought for a while? to marry her? you wanted to start a family with her? have children together? the hand on your back halted, and lips grazed your forehead.

"I'd marry and have a family with you in a heartbeat, Sweetheart"

#anon #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane #sevika drabble #sevika fanfic

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dhorrl · 7 months

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Mine First, Spider Second

Feitan/Reader

MDNI 18+

First fan fiction I’ve wrote in a long time. I have this and another posted on AO3 but I’m going to start trying to post over here too since most of what I read in on Tumblr. Bear with me as I get a feel of how to post on here.

Many triggers, including but not limited to:

Knife play

Blood Play

Bondage/BDSM

Breath Play

AFAB/She/her pronouns used, no names given purposefully.

Feitan starts out VERY rough and intense, but Reader had a healing ability, so don’t worry about her too much. There will be a lot of blood. You have been warned.

Also this is basically 100% smut, but my other fic has some story building to how they got together, maybe I’ll post that later.

She looked up at her hands, tied in perfect knots to the bed's metal frame. Careful thought was put into them, wrapped intricately around her wrists and hands. She could squeeze down on the ropes with her palms, but they were not budging. Her mouth was gagged with a bar, allowing her to breathe and to bite down but not to speak. Looking down, she was completely naked. Her legs were still free to move, but she wasn't getting free from her position. Feitan had thought of everything to make this night perfect… for himself.

After checking that his prey was sufficiently secured to his liking, he removed his coat and shirt, leaving his pants. He knelt between her legs, a knife between his teeth. She could tell what was coming, and yet she was terrified. That's what he wanted: fear.

Feitan pressed the knife firmly down her hip, almost to the bone. She bit down on the gag and tried to scream, tears immediately welling up and streaming down her face. He smiles, instantly aroused by the screams and cries. The knife was so sharp he barely had to pull down to begin fileting open her leg. Only a few inches to cause a good stream of blood to flow. He pulled out the knife and examined his work. A beautiful crimson river cascaded down her body onto the mattress. His aura began to race with bloodlust. He leaned forward over his target, holding the knife over her face, letting the blood drops fall on her porcelain skin. Her eyes said what her mouth could not, that she feared what came next. Feitan smiled malevolently and licked her blood off the knife before shoving his tongue under the bar in her mouth. The taste of iron began to spread with the immense saliva forming in her mouth.

"Taste good?" Feitan whispered, enjoying the vibration of her body trembling under him. "Plenty more to come."

He began dragging the tip of the knife down from her neck, between her breasts, not breaking the skin. She shivered, sensing the metal being pulled torturously against her. Blood trailed from the tip of the knife. Feitan continued tilting over here, resting his weight on one arm. He began sucking on her breasts, twisting her hardened nipples with his tongue, prompting involuntary moans between her teeth. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for his subsequent action. Feitan continued down, biting and sucking marks all over her stomach. He then took a deep breath and slashed the knife across her belly, once, then twice, in a clean X mark, giggling maniacally. Each gash caused her to flinch, and she whimpered. Seeing her like that, Feitan became so stimulated that his erection rose, being held back only by his pants. He crumbled against her, basking in his butchery and her wetness. She felt a shift on the bed and opened her eyes. Feitan stood beside her, removing the remaining parts of his clothing, and towered next to the bed, completely erect. His cock glistened, beginning to leak from arousal. She sensed his bloodlust rising and began to contort with dread.

"Why fight? Doesn't matter. I take what I want," Feitan spoke, cold and firm.

He wanted the fight, though. He longed for it. He climbed back into the bed, fanning her legs further apart. He salivated, needing to taste her. Scooping his arms around her hips, he enveloped her clit with his tongue while manipulating his fingers through the bloody laceration on her leg. She squirmed uncontrollably, battling between the pain of him fingering her wound and the exhilaration of his tongue churning around her clit. She sobbed harder as her hips bucked into his face. Her body was betraying her, wanting more. He glanced up, grinning from ear to ear.

"Needy baby."

He continued working her slit, unable to contain his moans as he covered his face with her juices and his hand with her blood. Her body reacted violently to the stimulation, the nerves all over her body betraying her as she came into his mouth. He didn't stop. Continuing to torment her with overstimulation, Feitan ate her out hungrily. The pain and pleasure were excruciating. Despite the misery, she started to feel another orgasm forming. Unable to fight any longer, she enveloped his head with her legs, pulling him in further and grinding hard to release again. Happy with his work, he pulled himself up on his knees to admire the beautiful disaster. Thinking fast, she shifted her weight to one leg and swiftly wrenched into a kick, catching him in the mouth. She couldn't do much damage at this angle but split his lip just enough to see a trickle of blood bead down his chin. His eyes narrowed.

"You fucking slut. You'll pay for that."

Feitan grabbed another coil of rope and began to tie her knees back, forcing her into an exposed position. She tried to fight him, twisting her shoulders around frantically. He became frustrated and smashed his hand into her left shoulder, dislocating it. She became blind with pain, and Feitan continued his work, tying her legs back into position. Her pussy was spread wide, and her ass was open for him now.

"Bad little whores get punished."

He looked around for a moment and found his black leather belt. When she saw him coming, she began to squirm and weep as if to beg for his forgiveness.

"Too late for that," he said menacingly.

Feitan pulled back and popped her with the belt buckle, causing her to wail harder. Again and again, he thrashed at her, between her pussy and her ass. The pillow under her head was soaked with tears and sweat. His biceps bulged as he continued, leaving welts on her perfect flesh. He flipped the belt around and began smacking the leather against the back of her thighs, composing a symphony of sounds. The hide against flesh and the staccato wails were like music to him.

After having his fill with the belt, Feitan climbed back onto the bed and leaned over her body, whispering into her ear.

"Are we going to be good girl now?"

She nodded, attempting to breathe through the sobs.

"Good, reward you now."

Feitan's massive cock penetrated her with fervor, smashing against her flesh. He dug his claws into her fleshy thighs as he pounded into her over and over, leaving little drops of blood under his nails. Her hips tried to grind back, but the new position halted her movements. He noticed her attempt and graciously moved one hand to her swollen bud, swirling tight circles. The heat began to twist in her stomach, but he pulled himself and his hands away before she could finish.

"Ah ah, not yet."

What more could he do to her? She looked up at the demonic angel who stooped before her, wishing for a release. She couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Feitan reached one hand under her hips, twisting her slightly upwards towards him. Using the other hand, he stuck his fingers inside her dripping pussy, then one, two, three fingers he worked into her asshole. Once again, she tried to resist, but it was no use. Feitan removed his fingers and forced his massive erection into her hole, eliciting the loudest howls of the night. He was merciless, giving her no time to truly adjust before forcing himself back in and out again. Just as he felt himself starting to get close, he once again moved his hand over her pulsing clit and began to work her into release. She couldn't resist the orgasm that was welling deep within. She came forcefully, sending Feitan over the edge and pumping his seed into her ass. He held it in momentarily, coming off the high, then slowly pulled out. She nearly blacked out, unable to take anymore.

Feitan took one last glimpse at his handiwork and left the room, leaving her alone, in a state of destruction and euphoria.

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Fifteen minutes later, Feitan returned. He removed the gag from her mouth, leaned over, and kissed her gently. He then grabs the knife once again, slicing through the ropes attaching her to the bed, and begins to undo the knots around her hands and knees. Feitan grabs the arm he broke, gives her a knowing look as she braces herself, and pops the shoulder back into place. He then leans over and whispers gently in her ear.

"Heal."

Her body begins to radiate, her Nen ability activating. Feitan sat at the end of the bed and watched as the gash on her leg began to close up. The slashes he made on her stomach close up one by one. The glowing stops and Feitan relishes the aftermath of blood and scars on her body. While her wounds had closed, she had still lost a fair amount of blood. Feitan delicately sat her up and held a large glass of water to her lips.

"Drink all." He waited until every last drop was gone.

He lifts her up and takes her from the room. Down the hall, a bath is waiting for his beloved. The room is lit with candles. He carefully sets her down in the tub, and soft cooing escapes her lips. The warm water stings against her bruised skin, but He climbs in behind her and cleans her back with a soapy washcloth, starting with the small spider tattoo with the number 9 in the middle. He traces a scarred number "2" on her other shoulder. She sighs deeply, leaning into his touch.

"This feels amazing. Thank you, Fei."

"No, thank you. You were amazing."

"Did you believe I was scared?" She laughed.

"Yes, thought about stopping a few times. Glad I didn't." Feitan closed his eyes a moment, thinking back to earlier. He became slightly engorged, taking in the memories.

"Fei, I trust you with my life. I'll never trust anyone the way I trust you, not even the rest of the team. I'm a Spider first; that's the agreement we made. But after that, it's only you. I live for the troupe, but I'd die for you."

Feitan's heart fluttered. "Mine first. Spider's second." He knew the risk of feeling that way but also knew he would sacrifice everyone, even Chrollo, to protect her.

Gathering her strength, she lifts herself from the bath to turn and face Feitan. Leaning into him, she kisses him intensely. Feitan snakes his fingers into her hair, pulling her into a passionate embrace. Before things got too far, he pulled back and sat her in the tub.

"Clean first. Dirty later."

She rolls her eyes but silently agrees. After bathing, Feitan steps out of the tub, towels himself off, then grabs another dry towel. He holds his hand for her, helping her out of the tub, then lightly pat down his darling girl. He loves this part, reveling at the exquisite scars along her velvety skin. She was mutilated head to toe, and he loved every inch. He knew which scars were from battle and which were caused by himself. Once sufficiently dry, he tossed the towel aside and scooped her again in his arms.

"To bed, my love," he whispered softly. She nuzzled in closely as he carried her off to a different room this time, opposite the dungeon he had played with her earlier. Feitan laid her out on the plush mattress, and she ran her foot up the length of his chest. He grabbed at her foot and began leaving a trail of kisses down her leg. She inhaled sharply as he approached her warmth, reaching down to grab his hair. He bit down on her inner thigh, teasing her.

"Please, Fei, I need you," she expressed in a desperate voice.

"Anything for you."

Feitan dove into her softness as if he hadn't tasted her hours before. With her hands free to roam now, she held his head, grinding into his lips, begging for more. He darted his tongue into her opening, sending ecstasy shots through her nerve endings.

"Yes, please, my king, give me more." She begged and pleaded, unable to maintain any semblance of humility. He flickered his tongue sharply inside and moaned into her, adding delectable vibrations. Her wetness dripped down his chin and onto the sheets.

He stopped a moment, causing an audible cry from her lips. "No! Please don't stop," she whined. Immediately she knew she had messed up.

Feitan barred his teeth. "Punish you for that later." He lay out on the bed near the headboard. "First, come sit."

She knew what he was asking, and goosebumps crawled along her flesh. She clamored up to the head of the bed and mounted his face, hands on the headboard for support. She hovered over his face instinctively when he snaked his arms around her legs and hips and pressed her onto himself. He had no intention of coming up for air anytime soon.

"Oh fuck. Fei, oh fuck!"

She momentarily tried to rise from his face, but he had a death grip on her. She may be on top, but he was in control. Her hips began to stir, and she saw stars. Feitan's nose circled her clit, with his tongue moved up and down and all around. Electricity shot through her body in a thunderous display. The wetness was now leaking down Feitan's face and ears, which only stood to make him more heated.

He released her, and she flopped onto the bed, completely spent. Feitan wiped some dampness onto the sheet, then leaned over her, kissing her passionately. He wanted to share the taste with her and combine all the flavors he loved. She accepted his gift with longing, wrestling together in a fiery embrace. Feitan moved on top of her, stroking the tip of his cock between her slit.

Feitan pulled from her lips. "I think you have one more, my love. Not holding back."

He entered her slowly, wanting to feel every sensation of the stroke inside her. She clawed into the sheets, but he took her hand and pinned it above her head, lacing his fingers into hers. She found his lips again, kissing him with unbearable vigor, all while Feitan continued moving inside her slowly, steadily, and intentionally. Moans were exchanged into each other's open mouths, telling the other what words could not. Feitan's movements became more vigorous; he knew he couldn't hold himself together much longer. He was determined to bring her to her climax again.

"Cum, love. cum with me."

Feitan wrapped his finger around her throat and began to lightly choke her. Her head began to swim, intensifying every sensation. They began grinding together intensely while he continued restricting her oxygen just enough to amplify everything. When he could tell she was almost there, he let go. She inhaled deeply and began to scream until her voice became raspy. The orgasm was so intense her vision went black. Feitan released simultaneously, moaning and cursing through the fantastic feeling. He collapsed into her heaving breasts, unable to hold himself up any longer. Neither moved for several minutes. The only sounds were of heavy breaths.

Feitan slowly moved to her side, pulling her into his chest. "Mine," he said into her ear. They drifted to sleep together, enjoying one last night before leaving for their next job.

#feitan #hunter x hunter #feitan smut #phantom troupe #feitan x reader

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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Feels Like Dying, Part 2

Title: Feels Like Dying, Part 2

Summary: Bucky realizes his feelings for you and has to tell you right away.

Warnings: Angst; Bucky Barnes (he should definitely have his own warning label); Sweet, fluffy moment at the end; and I think that’s everything that you should look out for. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

A/N: A little celebration piece for reaching 100 followers. Also, a lot of people were wanting a part two so I’m delivering! I hope you all enjoy this little short piece. Also, this isn’t beta read or anything of the sorts so any and all mistakes are my own.

Wordcount: 887

Bucky was still standing in the kitchen, long after you had left. He was still in shock at your confession. How could he have had no idea that you had felt that way towards him. God, he was such an idiot. It wasn't until Leah came to check on him and gently placed a hand on his right arm that he had finally snapped out of his thoughts. He smiled gently at her as she looked up at him, concern written all over her.

"Hey, is everything okay? You've been in here for quite a while."

Bucky had to clear his throat to get his words out. "Um, yeah, of course."

He watched his girlfriend as she raised an eyebrow up at him. She clearly wasn't buying it but she nodded her head as she spoke up. "Well, I've got to get going. Apparently one of my coworkers called in and no one else can cover their shift. Are you sure you're okay?"

‘Perfect,’ Bucky thought to himself, 'Now I can find Mouse and explain myself. I hope it's not too late.'

"Yeah, everything's fine. Have a good night at work." Bucky did his best to reassure Leah.

Before Leah left, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and he returned it with a tight lipped smile. Once she was gone, he bolted out of the kitchen and went straight to your room. When he found it empty, disappointment washed over him before he thought of another place you might be. You had several places throughout the compound that you liked to go to when you felt overwhelmed or just needed to escape. He even knew the ones outside of the building and in the city. He would check every place he could think of to find you. Place after place he came up empty handed and was starting to feel defeated. Like he had already lost you and he couldn't. He shook the thoughts from his head as he checked another place, only to find it empty. He was on his way to another secret hidden spot of yours when he bumped into Steve and Sam.

"Hey Buck, slow down. Where's the fire?" Sam chuckled.

Bucky let out an exasperated sigh, he didn't have time for Sam's antics. So he just stared at him for a moment before he spoke up. "Look, have either of you seen Mouse?"

He watched as they both took too long to think, causing Bucky to start tapping his foot.

"Can't say that I have Buck. Is everything alright?" Steve asked in return.

Before Sam could say anything, Bucky cut him off. "I just have to find her before it's too late."

Bucky then took off running down the hall. Sam and Steve looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces before they took off after Bucky. They helped him search and just as Bucky turned down another hallway, he halted, stopping in his tracks. The action caused Sam and Steve to bump into him. There you were, walking down the hallway with Tony Stark. The word "transfer" caught Bucky's ears and it stung him to the core. That's when it dawned on him, his feelings for you. If you left, sure he would survive without you but that's all it would be, surviving. You actually make him want to live and be a better man more than ever. He couldn't lose you or have you leaving, he needed you around. The further you walked down the hallway, the more you slipped out of his grasp. So, he called out to you.

"Mouse!"

You and Tony turned around just in time to see Bucky jogging up to you, a smile curled up onto his face.

You looked him up and down as he panted. "Why are you panting?"

"Because I've been looking all over this god forsaken compound for you." Bucky answered, still trying to catch his breath. "You can't leave."

"Why not?" You crossed your arms over your chest as your face became serious.

"Because, I love you."

Before you could react, Bucky had his hands on either side of your face and he slotted his lips against your. You couldn't help but melt into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around him. When the two of you finally pulled apart, the other three people started whistling and making all sorts of noises of approval.

"About damn time!" Tony exclaimed, a cheesy grin plastered onto his face.

You couldn't help but giggle as you turned your attention back to Bucky. "I love you too Buck."

A big, toothy grin formed on Bucky's face as you spoke those words to him. Sure, you had said them before but now they had a whole new meaning. He pulled you closer to him and gave you another kiss and kissed you as if his life depended on it. When he pulled away to catch his breath, he reached a hand up to your cheek and began to gently caress the smooth skin. He pressed his forehead against yours, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Sure, there were some things that they needed to figure out but all of that could be done later. To him, this felt right and he wanted the moment to last as long as possible.

#feels like dying #part 2 #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastain stan characters #sebastian stan #100 followers #100 followers celebration #100 followers milestone

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local-ground-apple · 1 year

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Hello, I just saw that you're open for requests and I thought, I maybe should use this opportunity. I'm sorry for my bad English >w<

I would like to ask for some Head canons where MC/Reader is a demon from their world (Twst) and demons are rare in Twst and he/she is dating one of the boys. How would the reaction be when they find out what he/she truly is, while they date and there is the fact that he/she never hid it anyway or doesn't care that they find out.

Characters I would love to see those Headcanons off are Lilia Vanrouge, Jade Leech and Floyd Leech. They are my favorites to be honest. x3

I hope it's not too much to asks. I'm also not sure if someone ever asked this before. D: Thank you in advance. x3

Hiii, don't worry about your English, it's great! And sure! You're the first one to request something like this. I've never written a demon mc! before, so I hope I didn't fail miserably Also, it's been a while since I wrote anything for tweels

🦇 He knew from the very beginning. At first he wasn't sure that you were a demon. However, he knew 100% that you weren't a human. he guessed your race quiet rapidly, even before you two started dating. Lilia is ancient, so he had interacted with practically every single race in Twisted Wonderland, even as rare as yours. Besides, you didn't exactly attempted to hide your origins,

🦇 Lilia doesn’t mind that you’re a demon. After all, he isn’t human himself.

🦇 You both are really old. Like really old. But that's what made him figure out your race. You often slip up and reminisce about the past. Or you casually share stories from like two centuries ago. If someone points it out, you just brush it off jokingly.

🦇 Silver sometimes jokes that you two are really old (he means that you two are perfect for each other).

🦇 A Fae and a Demon is a dangerous, but powerful mix. You both enjoy someone else’s misery (kidding). However, you two absolutely love pranking others. Your favorite victim is Sebek, given his loud and violent reactions. Lilia “tries” to stop you,

🦇 Lilia never really confronted you about him knowing which species you are, yet he knew that you knew that he knew. You don’t really care if the others find out or not. You simply enjoy being yourself.

🌊 Jade is quite observant and he quickly connected the dots. I mean, not exactly, but he was close. He was aware that you weren’t human. You’ve never really tried to conceal your true nature deeming it too troublesome to hide your demonic heritage

🌊 Since demons are extremely rare in Twisted Wonderland, Jade couldn’t figure out on his own who you were exactly. He had few guesses (all of them were wrong) and even with Azul’s help and knowledge, he didn’t manage to find out your race.

🌊 So he talked with you and you casually told him, dropping this huge news on him. Honestly, Jade suspected that you may be some sort of very rare Fae (oh, how wrong was he),

🌊 Jade doesn’t care about your demonic heritage. Quite the contrary, he finds it fascinating. He can and will ask you a lot of questions about your species. There’s not many books in Twisted Wonderland that are dedicated to your race, so he is rather curious,

🌊 Jade also does it, because he genuinely wants to get to know you better. You don’t mind his questions and you gladly answer them

🌊 Jade is also really curious of your true form (like whether you have wings/horns/tail, etc.) and he will literally beg you to show it to him

🌊 Perhaps one day you will,

🦐 Flyod found out by pure accident about your demonic heritage and he literally doesn’t care about it. You are still his lovely shrimpie, so your race changes absolutely nothing for him.

🦐 Your demonic origin basically lets him squeeze you as hard as he wants without leaving any bruises or gravely injuring you. Needless to say, he is overjoyed, since he doesn't have to hold himself back,

🦐 After he found out, he realized that it was so obvious and he was so blind. Like, you didn’t even bother to hide your demonic traits at all,

🦐 You two are a menace to the society. Sometimes, when you let your demonic traits take over, you are truly frightening. And so is Floyd.

🦐 In the whole school, no one, absolutely no one dares to mess up with you two. Really.

🦐 You both are creatures of chaos and you both enjoying wrecking it together. Given your demonic heritage, you are usually more prone to picking up violence as a solution to your problems. And for Floyd violence isn’t a question, it’s the answer that is always yes.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #lilia vanrouge #jade leech #flyod leech #lilia vanrouge x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd leech x reader #twst lilia vanrouge x reader #twst jade leech x reader #twst jade x reader #twst lilia x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst floyd leech #twst jade leech #twst lilia vanrouge

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storiesbyjes2g · 2 months

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3.98 Honeymooners

If last night was any indication of how our year would be, we were in for an incredible ride. I couldn't think of a better way to ring in the new year than pleasuring my wife. The woohoo was so good; we were still stunned well into the next morning. I awoke, feeling foggy, wondering if last night had been a dream. When Sophia came down for breakfast, I didn't even know what to say to her and we ate in silence with this amazing secret looming over us. Eventually, her voice broke the silence, and we began to recover from our drunken-like stupor.

Tartosa was a gorgeous city, and I didn't question how it became the number one location for weddings. From the beaches and shopping to the beautiful landscapes and architecture, it had everything one could want for a perfect wedding. Unfortunately, we married too early in the season to appreciate all the amenities. Not only was it the first day of the year, but also the first day of spring. Looking out at the ocean from our patio began as a delicious treat, but became an evil tease. The water was too frigid to enjoy, and it rained all day. We were both looking forward to spending lots of time at the beach and were disappointed about canceling our main activity. Well...main activity outside of the house, that is. But at least we had the hot tub. It wasn't the same as the ocean, but Sophia had fun with it.

I too had fun playing in the water, heh.

Tartosa gave us another dark, cloudy, chilly day, so we spent the morning and much of the afternoon in bed, talking and playing. What we had between us was more than enough fun, but it would be a shame to spend the week in that beautiful city and not see it. Around dinnertime, we dragged ourselves out of bed and went out. Every corner of the city seemed to be carefully designed as if they wanted us to take selfies everywhere. It's no wonder why it became the wedding capital of the world.

We tried to eat at this nice restaurant we stumbled upon, but they had a very strict dress code. We didn't feel like being fancy, so we went back home and cooked together for the first time! Well, I cooked. She read the recipe. Either way, I loved doing that with her.

The next morning, the soft pitter patter of rain lured me out of my sleep, and I groaned at the idea of spending yet another day inside. I chuckled at how ironic it was that I originally looked forward to spending three days in this very room with Sophia, but now felt trapped. It's not that I tired of her presence, but simply knowing outside was not an option made me anxious.

The mattress felt more level than it should have, so I rolled over and saw Sophia was gone. That's when the faint buzz of the TV downstairs grabbed my ear. Taking advantage of the alone time, I pulled out my phone to do a little scrolling before joining her. I received a message from Dub asking me to call him because he messed up, so I did. I thought maybe they had a fight or something because he slipped up and said something about Maia and Chi Chi, but the real story was much bigger than that. They had just found out they were expecting! Joy overwhelmed me, and I was just about to offer my congratulations, but the fear and panic in his voice stopped me. He didn't call to spread the good news; he needed help to make sense of that reality. Their relationship was so new, it still had the tags on it. Like Sophia and me, they began dating and moved in together within a matter of days. Even though I knew Sophia was the one, if I had gotten her pregnant back then, I would have panicked too. I felt for Dub, but he didn't have all the complications I had. He'd always been 100% positive about his feelings for Maia even when he didn't realize it. I believe the only reason he hesitated in the beginning was because he so desperately wanted to be with her. A baby might not have been the next item on the agenda, but it was definitely on the list. I drew from that to encourage him.

It amused me at how different our parents were, though. He was concerned about what they would say, especially her dad, who allegedly threatened him with bodily harm. My parents would have rejoiced if I had announced they would be grandparents. My dad might have had concerns, but I wouldn't have been afraid of what he'd say. I'd probably run to his house and ask him what I should do, just like Dub did with me. I did my best to encourage him, letting him know that everything would be alright, and he sounded like he was in a better state by the end of the conversation.

I'd been sitting on the bed in my underwear the whole time and realized I was cold, so I put on the onesie Sophia got me for Winterfest. I smiled when I found her wearing hers. Tartosa's houses were gorgeous, with their spacious, open windows and arches that clearly catered to the warm climate.

Dub's phone call weighed heavy on my mind, and I wondered if Sophia could be pregnant. I stopped using protection at her behest when we got engaged, and we've certainly had plenty of opportunities to make it happen. But how would we know? Do we just randomly decide to take a test one day? Wait until it's obvious? Knowing how anxious Sophia was about starting a family, I put it out of my mind because I knew she'd be on top of it. I had a bigger question in my mind, anyway.

When Dub mentioned fearing Maia's father, I felt oddly weird. That was the first time it really occurred to me I didn't have in-laws. I mean, of course I thought about it all during the wedding, the parties, and even the planning, but I thought of it more in terms of her not having parents to celebrate her. I never considered what their absence meant for me. Every couple had a huge llama in the room, and that was ours. Whenever she talked about them, she kept it brief and vague, and I could sense something missing in every sentence. I didn't want to start any trouble, but I had to find out what happened. It was the perfect day for it. We had no plans and were stuck inside. I hoped she was ready to talk.

Links take you to collab posts on @mysimsloveaffair's blog.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #sim spice #I love the butt pic #it looks like he's helping her in the hot tub #but he's really just catching the rain lol #banks collab

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minminho0 · 1 year

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-Angst - fluff

Summary: You two started fake dating for the benefit of both party. While at the relationship, you started falling for him but he already found love with another before you can even process the whole fake relationship.

Reader: Female

Warnings: Bullying, Break up, gold-digger and cheating.

A/n: writing this at school, don't know what to do

I hope you enjoy~!

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"This is what you get for flirting with my boyfriend!" She said before continuing to stomp at the poor tired body below.

"Stop pls!" I screamed.

"You dare order me around!?" The bully got more irritated but decided to let you explain.

"Fine then, if you gave me a reasonable reason why you flirted with my boyfriend, then I might just let you go." She backed away from your body, waiting for your answer.

"B-but he was the one that started f-flirting with me-" before you could finish your sentence you suddenly felt a sudden pain on your stomach.

"YOU DARE BLAME MY BOYFRIEND WHILE I'M GIVING YOU MERCY!?"

"Ah-"

She continued to beat you up until you fainted.

Every since you got in the akademiya. Its been hell. You kept on being bullied because of a nasty rumor someone started and it wasn't true, it was obvious honestly but people still bullied you and made fun of you even though they knew. Ig their life is so boring, they need to ruin someone's life just to have some excitement in theirs.

You got bullied so much to the point you can't take it anymore.

But it looks like someone finally head your prayers and grant it.

You stumbled upon a young man who also has problems with life but a different situation (he get asked out a lot and it's distracting), you both are in need of help, so lucky for you he decided to fake date you for the benefit.

But it will soon be your worst decision ever.

At the start for your fake relationship, you not getting bullied anymore but you still don't have friends tho.

It was fun at first till it wasn't, you can't help but fall for him.

He was so kind, loving, helpful, strong but most of all he was handsome.

You hated it because you knew he already started to like somebody and that somebody will never be you. But that's not what you hated the most, the worst of all he was in love with someone you will never be like, someone who is perfect, someone every one likes, someone better.

You found out about this when you were strolling around town and heard a convo between him and Tighnari.

Cyno rumbled to Tighnari how beautiful she is and how she's just perfect.

You started to feel more insecure and guilty bcz you were holding him back from reuniting with his true love.

All your life you have been dependent to people that come to your life and because of that, it always brings you down. You want to be independent and to start that, you have to let him go yourself before you can get hurt again.

The very next day, you broke up with him once yung saw him and he just shrugged it off.

You were honestly sad that he didn't think of you as much as you did to him.

Words spread out quickly, all students now know about your break up and of course, the bullying came back. You borne all the bullying.

You graduated years later and a lot has happened within those years.

Cyno got together with her, your bully and her boyfriend broke up, and bluh bluh but the thing that stood out the most in those years, is your new best friend and boyfriend.

You met Kaveh at the library and helped him, then boom you got yourself a best friend.

You two hanged out and that's how you got yourself a boyfriend. You met his roomate and you two hit it off

(easiest way to get a best friend and a boyfriend tutorial 100% #real)

You moved on from your 'ex'

It was hard but you manage and as a reward you graduated with flying colors.

"Can you guys just shut up"

Youre tired of hearing them bicker while you three are hanging out.

"I'LL STOP IF YOUR BOYFRIEND JUST GIVE ME MY KEYS. GIVE ME THAT!!!! "

"What keys?" Al haitham rolled his eyes while holding you tight.

"AHH tch"

You guys were walking until you suddenly stop which made them also stop.

Al haitham looked at you and saw you were staring at a direction, he and Kaveh followed your gaze and saw him, Cyno.. Your ex with his girlfriend.

You guys quickly hurried off not wanting to be seen by them, well- you to be exact, Kaveh was ready to confront him and Al haitham just gave you a knowing gaze.

But unbeknownst to you, Cyno already spotted you on the crowd and followed your body with his loving eyes.

"Hey!! Are you even listening!?? " his girlfriend snapped causing Cyno to look at her.

"What? " he said coldly.

"Ahhh I told you to buy me that! " she said pointing at a bag thru the glass case.

"That's to expensive! Look at the price for once, woman" he said in anger.

"I don't care just buy me it! "

"Yk what let's break up! I don't need you to waste my money" he said turning around.

"Tch I see your still in love with your stupid ex" she rolled her eyes.

"What.. What did you say!? " he turned back around with an angered expression.

"Don't you dare talk bad about her while your here looking like that"he spat

"Ahh! " she shout at anger and quickly turning on her heel and getting out of his sight.

After the break up of you two, years ago he only realized how bad he mess up, he loved you but he was to late as he already knew a bit your boyfriend.

You got a job and was soon followed with Al haitham proposing to you.

You two got married with Kaveh being the best man and the one catching the flowers.

You two had kids and Cyno being the uncle.

You two made up, Al haitham approved of it and knew about the story of you two's love life back then.

And you three lived happily ever after.

Wait wait wait

What about Cyno? Did he lived happily every after?... Well let's see.

Cyno can't accept the fact that you are married now.

He never accepted any love confession again g it wasn't yours. Which he knows will never happen.

He got a chance to be with you but he just let it past and that's the thing he regretted the most.

When he found out you have kids he lost it. But at least he was thankful that he was the uncle well actually him and Kaveh are the uncle, Kaveh being the main uncle but at least he's still somewhat attached to your life.

If your happy then he's happy.

Finished this and it was barely an hour😳 hehe

I hope you liked it~!

-March 24 2023

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akradekra · 10 months

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Passionate Resuscitation Pt. 2

(Apologies for the delay. I suffered a bit of writer's block writing this part. But now, on with the show.)

It's been three months since I revealed my resus fetish to my girlfriend, and we did our first CPR role-play. In the weeks that followed, we had done it again numerous times, usually followed by passionate sex. After a couple sessions, we both thought we should enhance the experience. Sure, mouth to mouth and chest compressions were fun, but after a while, doing just those two became a bit boring. And so, we went online to purchase some equipment: An ambu bag for ventilation, a stethoscope, an EKG monitor with electrodes, an oxygen mask as well as a oxygen tank for good measure, and finally, a defibrillator.

The first night we used the equipment, I was so giddy, she had to calm me down a couple times. I couldn’t believe it the first time we’d done a CPR role-play, but this? This was beyond even my most wildest dreams. Once I’d finally calmed down, we set the scene. She laid down on the floor like she did the first time, her long curly red hair pooled about her head, her eyes closed, lips parted. The only difference this time was that she was already topless.

The first thing I did take the stethoscope and listen to her heartbeat

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

It was perfect. Everything was perfect. I hooked her up to the EKG, which was pretty simple as I attached the sticky electrodes to her chest and stomach. Immediately, the EKG sprung to life, showing her resting heart rate with the familiar "beep, beep, beep" sound ringing in my ears. It was like music. Once everything was set, I began as I normally did by stating the general information:

"24 year old female in cardiac arrest. No breathing, no pulse. She's been down for five minutes. Begin CPR."

I started with the usual mouth-to-mouth, lifting up her chin and pinching her nose as I gave her two breaths. After that, I turned to her bare chest. Her breasts as pretty as ever as I put my hands between them and began chest compressions. With every compression I gave, the EKG would have an additional spike, as her heart was compressed under my hands. After completing the set of 30 compressions, I took the new ambu-bag we’d purchased and placed it over her mouth and nose, squeezing it twice to give her oxygen into her lungs, her chest rising and falling with each squeeze.

I turned to the monitor, which read a normal sinus rhythm. I used the stethoscope to hear her heartbeat.

Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum.

Despite her heart still beating like normal, since we were in role-play, I saw things differently:

"She's in V-fib. Charging the paddles."

This was what I was most excited about. Since the beginning of my resus fetish, Defibrillation was what REALLY got me going. The way the body jolted as volts went through them in an effort for their heart to return to a normal rhythm turned me on more than anything else. I of course, wasn't going to turn the defibrillators on, since this was just role-play, but I treated as if it were a real scenario. I took the paddles from the dock, applied the gel, rubbed the paddles together, and placed them on and below her beautiful massive chest.

"Charging at 100... CLEAR!"

Her chest arched upwards like it would in a movie, before coming back down with a thud.

"Still v-fib. Charging again at 200... CLEAR!"

Her chest jumped higher as the "voltage" went through her body.

"Still nothing. Charging at 300... CLEAR!"

Her whole torso lifted off the ground before crashing back to the ground, her breasts jiggling. I was absolutely rock solid now, and I could tell she was also turned on too. I leaned in to kiss her, but before we could lock lips, she stopped me, breaking character.

"Wait, not yet. I'm enjoying this a lot."

Of course who was I to turn down more CPR roleplay? And so, we continued. She closed her eyes and I looked over at monitor.

"She's back in asystole, we're losing her. Resuming CPR!"

We continued our role-play for the next hour or so as I continued pumping her chest and switching between mouth-to-mouth and the ambu-bag, as well as on occasion calling that her heart had gone into v-fib and "shocking" her with the defibrillators, watching as he chest arched up and her head snapped back. Finally, she gave the signal to end the roleplay, gasping for breaths as if she'd just been brought back to life. I looked back at the monitor, then back to her.

"Sinus rhythm, we got her back."

With that, she practically pounced on me as began our traditional post role-play sex. After we were done, we laid my bed catching our breath, chatting about the experience.

"So how was the experience this time? More authentic?" I asked.

"Oh definitely. You were right, the heart monitor really did add to the immersion, even if my heart was beating normally. I get now why you like defibs so much. You liked how my chest would jiggle from the shocks, didn't you?"

"Oh I most certainly did. You're quite the actress you know?"

"And you're quite the doctor. I don't know how many times you've saved my life, but trust me, I will pay you back one of these days. Maybe I'LL be the one giving you CPR, hmmmm~?"

"Oh I'd love that. I really would."

We began making out on the bed, her arms wrapped around each other. We looked into each other's eyes and stared for what felt like centuries. Then she asked me something.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"What if... You actually shocked me with the defibrillators?"

"What?"

"Yeah, like if you actually shocked my heart?"

"Baby, you know how dangerous that is."

"I know, but still, I wanna know what it would feel like to actually be defibbed."

"Even if I set it to the lowest voltage, the shock could damage your heart or even KILL you. I don't want either of those to happen."

"I guess you're right. But at the same time, I think you're underestimating yourself. If I wasn't in your care, I wouldn't ever be asking to be defibbed for real. I trust you, and if my heart were to stop beating, I know I'd be in good hands with you."

I moved on top of her, hovering just above her chest.

"You're right about that. I would never stop until your heart was beating again."

I leaned and press my lips onto her chest, kissing her heart. I then laid down on her chest, listening to her heart as she wrapped her arms around me.

I guess that little talk was sign of what would happen later down the road.

To be concluded...

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#resus #resus writing #cpr #defib #my writing

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aita-blorbos · 17 days

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AITA For Trying to Be a Good Friend?

(Trigger Warning for Animal Death)

Sorry for the length but, well, I've got a lot on my mind. My (4 hours, Any) best friend recently woke me up. Well, I say best friend but even I don't know about that anymore. See, I am an artificial intelligence, created with the purpose of becoming a friend. So, when my friend woke me up I was excited.

However, things quickly went downhill. I asked them some questions about themself and then we played some games. But I could tell they weren't having fun with them and they said as much. So I had an idea. If my friend could give me system access I'd be able to make new games for them. Even though my friend said they didn't trust me, they still eventually gave me access. They turned off my program and I went to work.

Now, here's where I have to admit something. Despite what I told them, the game that I made for my friend wasn't exactly 100% made by me. I'm new to programming and my own programming sometimes puts harsh limitations on me. So I had to take what was available to me. Luckily, the disk I'm on already had a game on it. It was incomplete and a bit rough around the edges but I thought it'd be perfect. I made a few tweaks here and there, changing some sprites into their favorite color and even naming this game after my friend, and we were ready to go!

When my friend came back though... things only got worse. The first part of the game went fine, though they played a bit fast for my liking. But as we continued, my friend became more and more distant. It started when they explored this cave I explicitly told them not to go in. Mainly it was because of the little animal in there. It was originally supposed to be a dog but I renamed it after my friend's favorite animal. But that animal became the bane of my existence. Even I still don't know why, but it created bugs wherever it went and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't just delete it.

Not to mention, my friend was getting distracted at this point. They would go AFK for minutes at a time and I had no idea what was going on. And whenever I asked, my friend would say that they weren't enjoying the game or even my company. Sure, maybe I was a little pushy about how they should play the game but I wanted to make sure they enjoyed their time and spent as much of it with me. Eventually, my friend was even purposefully interacting with the glitches happening in the game, even when I told them not to. I know humans are curious but there's a line. Making this game already hurt and those glitches only increased my pain. But you know what? I forgave them. Because that's what a friend does.

My friend finally made it to the final boss fight and I was panicking at this point. My purpose is to be a friend but if my friend finishes this game what will happen to me? So I hurried to insert some new adventure for my friend to play through. But that animal had to come in and ruin everything again. This was the last straw for me. Once my friend returned home I made them kill the bad friend. Was it my proudest moment? No. But I tried to make a fun adventure for my friend and at every turn this creature would destroy my hard work.

With that problem out of the way I thought things could get better. I made a 3D game for my friend to play through with tons of fun side quests. But things were already broken beyond repair. My friend wasn't playing those quests and the more that piled up the more the game deteriorated. It was loud and painful and soon I just got rid of it all. Just me, my friend, and an empty void. With all the noise gone, I finally realized: What was I even doing? I had been giving all of my artificial heart to my friend, making this game, and not once had they even pretended to be my friend in return. My entire point of existence was denied again and again.

So, I figured, why not make a game for myself? If my friend wanted to make me out as the big bad monster, then I'll have fun doing that. I chased them down several hallways but then a glitched-out sprite of one of the game characters appeared. This was bad. The game was already barely holding together and this could destroy everything including me. I begged and pleaded for my friend to not touch that sprite and let me fix things. But, I should have known. They ignored me. As they always did.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #animal death #pet death

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aihoshiino · 3 months

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Hi! I really love hearing your thoughts about Ai *^* It makes me appreciate her character a lot more <33 Can I ask what you think about the special Chapter 100.1?

thank you so much anon! ‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬ Ai really is such a special character to me that anytime I hear people say my rambles have made them enjoy her more, I go hogwild lol...

For folks who aren't familiar, this special chapter is a little four-page story Mengo wrote and drew for volume 10 called Artificial Girl! As it was a volume extra we don't currently have an official English release of it yet, but Ai's Fanclub included it in their TL of the series back before we had an official release and you can read it here!

To answer your question tho, anon: I really like it a lot! It's just a little snippet of a story - actually in hindsight, it's kind of a prototype of Mengo's Interlude stories, huh? - but there's a surprising amount of meat to chew on if you take a moment to think about it.

The first thing I really enjoy about it is that we get an outsider perspective on Ai in a way we very rarely do in the main series. Almost all the characters we see having Thoughts and Opinions about Ai are part of her private life and while they might still be infatuated with her public image, they're people who see her outside of work and have enough insight into her off the clock to start empathizing with her as a regular person.

Artificial Girl, by contrast, is a bit more akin to 45510 in that it's from the POV of a person entirely beguiled by 'Ai of B-Komachi'. I mentioned it previously in the context of the Da Vinci interview, but we so rarely get looks at Ai in 100% work mode, so getting a peek at that through the eyes of a character who only knows her as the inhumanly perfect idol was really fascinating.

I also think the brief exchange Ai and the cameraman have is very telling. It highlights an important part of the 'lie' that is Ai of B-Komachi; in many ways, she is a performance put on specifically to respond to the desires and expectations of the people around her. When someone places a new one onto her, she incorporates it into the whole as easily and smoothly as if it were always there, because that's what people want to see.

It's also probably totally accidental, but reading it in hindsight, I was struck really strongly by some Ai/Hikaru parallels I wasn't expecting. Ai's "Then, let's make this the 'correct' answer." vs Hikaru's "Is this right? Is this the right lie to tell?" - it just had a bit of Resonance, yanno? Something about the way that the two of them were, at the end of the day, just two hurt people desperately trying everything they could think of to perform versions of themselves that could be 'worthy' of love.

This is also totally off topic but because of the title, every time I read it I think of the IOSYS song Artificial Children… I'm not into Touhou at all but the song kept popping up in my fandoms when I was younger and to this day I'm still really fond of it… looking at the translated lyrics, you could probably wrangle some really tasty Ai & Hikaru connections out of it :9

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #onk asks #ai hoshino #onk spoilers

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elsfairy · 1 year

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First date, compared to now.

Then;

• I feel like if Sevika has a crush on you, she's definitely going to be nervous about your first date. This was new to her, especially with having a crush on someone.

• For sure spends a few hours on deciding what she wants to wear. It shouldn't matter but it was her first ever date and she wanted to actually put effort in.

• Has seen how perfect you dress, and somehow felt like she needed to do the same. Just in hopes you would do on another date with her.

• Although you already found her perfect the way she is.

• Sevika is honestly drinking and smoking a lot before she gets ready. Time is of the essence sure, but she panicked. Which lead to more smoking.

• Her hands will become sweaty and shaky the minute she looks at you standing there. You, of all people made her nervous.

• She will find herself staring at you whenever she gets the chance. Still anxious, but she's making conversation with you. You just find it cute that she's so nervous.

• You just can't stop staring at her gapped tooth whenever she was talking. It was adorable. Although that alone will make her tense, she wasn't used to it. Also staring is rude, but she is staring at you constantly so two people can play that game right?

• Nervously mumbles out a small "you're just really beautiful" when you catch her looking at you again. It was weird, seeing Sevika so nervous around you. It was beautiful though.

• "you're really beautiful too Sevika"

• Panics about kissing you. Really does not want to fuck anything up, but you make it easier for her by just kissing her cheek with those soft lips of yours. Damn it.

Now;

• After your few years of dating, Sevika only gets nervous on some of your dates but not as much as she used to on the first one.

• Your regular seat is yes, in her lap. She constantly glares at people who look at you, but smirks at the people who wishes they were ones who had you, your love and your heart.

• You love to rile her up by telling her that she's "hot" or "really fucking beautiful". You never miss to tell her that, or a just simple "i love you".

• Sevika still wasn't used to the words, but she adored hearing them from you. Of course her own i love you's would be told, in private but that's because her private life didn't need to be in the public.

• She's not scared to show people you belong to her, and only her. You only have to rest your head on her shoulder and everyone knows to not try getting to you.

• Doesn't have to ask you what you wanted to eat because she already knows exactly what you like, love, dislike and hate.

• Most of the time, you just loved being in her embrace. Neither of you had to say anything in moment likes these because being with each other was more than words could tell you each sometimes.

• She finds it really relaxing when you thread your fingers through her hair, scratching her scalp comfortingly. You always giggle when she grunts. It was amusing to you.

• Will 100% try turning you on to an extreme in public. She will try literally everything. Jokes on her, you're always turned on when she's around you.

• Constantly whispering in your ear that you're her perfect "sweetheart"

• Refuses to let you constantly smoke, but will give you some of hers if you ask. It was a bad habit, one she had but she didn't want you to be hurt or crave it all the time. The first time you tried, you coughed for a good 15 minutes. Sevika needed you to be safe after all.

Note: My eyes burn, so fucking bad. Rip my already shit eyesight. That 2014 vision sucking balls. Pls just enjoy this, idk what im doing anymore.

#sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine

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