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chaotic-iguana · 8 months

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Woo hoo! Congratulations on 400 followers. Bravo!!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 I would like to send in a request for Javi P x Reader with “Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!” I don’t know why but the idea of him saying that &/or chasing a cat just sounds so endearing and funny to me lol. Not sure if we have to say if we want it NSFW or SFW, but there is no preference for me. Thank you & once again, congrats. ❤️‍🔥

i didnt even know that was on there LMFAO i should have read it properly. anyways. took the liberty of changing coin pouch to wallet because. yk he wasn’t a little victorian boy, but apart from that - i love it, it’s such a challenge, here goes:

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This had to be your favorite time with him. No Escobar, no sicarios; nothing to chase, hunt or find. You were in Javi’s arms, laying on him with your chest pressed against his, a sheen of sweat encasing both of you, panting in each other’s embrace. Peering up at his half-lit outline, you watched him put a cigarette between his lips and take a long drag before returning his gaze to the corner of the room where his adversary was seated. You did love spending time with Javi, relishing the pure bliss when it was just you, him, and - well, er - your cat. The one he was currently engaged in a staring contest with.

You snorted, nearly laughing at the furrow in Javi’s brow. He constantly claimed that your cat, Mouse (shut up it’s smart), was sabotaging him; ruining his day. You’d made fun of him for it - at how seriously he took the rivalry with Mouse, when you had never seen the cat so much as come near Javi.

Until you heard a rustle behind you, and suddenly Javi jolted from the bed, pushing you to the side to chase an unknown figure. Your instincts kicking in, your fingers began inching towards the drawer with the gun - until he shook his head.

“Quick, catch the cat. It stole my fuckin’ wallet,” the panic in his voice, paired with his grumbling tone, had you laughing days later.

As if he was going to get that wallet back now. You’re happy to let him try, if he’s up to get a free tattoo all over his arm, courtesy of Mouse. Something tells you that won’t be happening, though. (Namely, Javi refusing to walk into a room in your house without ‘scouting’ it for Mouse first.)

thank you for reading and sending the ask!! taglist: @imherefordeanandbones, @theywhowriteandknowthings, @josephquinnswhore, @millerscoffee, @nostalxgic, @sscorpiiio, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @its-nebuleuse, @sofiparallel, @mandoisapunk, @bastardmandennis, @pawnshopb1ues

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Hi Karrde! Might be a little late but congratulations on the 400, that's an awesome thing to celebrate over!

If there's still time and you're willing: can I have a "I'll stay for as long as you let me" and "Stay forever then." with Tech?

HELLO ANON! Thank you for the kind words! And you were not late at all. If anything, I am late as I'm slowly poking away at these (but it's the holidays, we're NOT putting pressure on ourselves. IT'S ALL GOOD). This one got super soft on me, and I see an emerging theme between the last two ficlets I've written: I just want our boys to rest. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AND THANK YOU AGAIN!

Pairings: Tech x GN!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, nudity, showering together)

“Hello, darling.”

Your heart flutters as his tall, thin silhouette materializes in the doorway of your apartment, helmet in hand. You put down your datapad, sweeping him into an embrace. His arms wrap around you, and you bury your nose in his chest, inhaling deeply. He smells like blaster smoke, sweat, and the soap you bought him last time he was on Coruscant. Tech was never one to allow himself even small indulgences, not seeing the practicality in it, so you’d made a habit of gifting him small luxuries here and there.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

“And I you.”

You take his helmet from him, setting it on the table to be cleaned eventually. There are a few more scuffs and dirt streaks than normal. Tech carefully steps out of his boots, leaving them by the door so as not to dirty your floor. You help him remove the rest of his armor, which you’ll meticulously clean in the way he showed you later.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he replies, giving you a small smile.

You note he’s carefully stripping out of the top of his undersuit, wincing slightly.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just a few abrasions.”

You nod, knowing he’s downplaying it but not arguing with him. You know making a fuss won’t change the number of injuries he has, nor the likelihood that he’ll sustain more like them. “Sit down, I’ll bring you some food and get the medkit.”

He’d only given you a few hours notice, so the best you could scrounge up was leftover stir-fry from the night before and some cookies, but Tech devours it as though it were a gourmet meal. While he eats, you carefully clean and bandage his wounds. You know he could do this himself, but he’s always told you that you do a better job. You’re not certain that’s true, but you never have called him out on it. It’s nice to have him appreciate your medical skill, and you’re more than glad to put it to use on him.

You’d met in the med ward here on Coruscant. He was escorting his much larger brother in after a mishap with a faulty explosive. Wrecker had been lucky, only burning his palms and breaking a finger. Tech had stated he’d normally have dealt with it himself, but they hadn’t restocked their medical supplies yet, and most of the other clone medical centers were full of more serious injuries at the moment. You’d assured him it wasn’t a problem.

At first, you’d been annoyed at how he’d hovered over your shoulder, watching you carefully as you cleaned and bandaged Wrecker’s hands. When you’d gone to grab another roll of gauze, he’d followed you, and you’d finally whirled on him, allowing your annoyance to get the best of you.

“Do you think I can’t do my job without your supervision?” you’d snapped.

“I apologize if I gave you that impression. My presence was more intended to calm Wrecker. He often looks to me to determine if an injury is worse than it looks. I was hoping that by watching you closely and showing no alarm, it would calm him down.” He picked at his glove a little sheepishly, and you’d ducked your head in embarrassment.

“I… I’m sorry. I thought-”

“I understand how you could come to that conclusion,” he assured you. “I’m sure you noted the injury on the side of his head. When he sustained that, it was severely downplayed by the civilian medic that treated him. The medic then made him feel as though he were overreacting and exaggerating his pain levels, but the damage was quite severe, and that instance bred a sort of mistrust for medical professionals that aren’t me.”

You nodded, reaching for the gauze. “I’m sorry he went through that. No one deserves to have their pain downplayed like that.”

He smiled at you. “I agree.”

You moved to step past him, but he hesitantly laid a hand on your arm. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s admirable how you care for him. Many consider us to be expendable, but it’s apparent how attentive you are and how you’re paying careful attention to his reactions and pain. I know he appreciates it. As do I.”

Your face flushed with heat, and you returned his smile. “Of course.”

You’d completed your work on Wrecker, suddenly noting that the large clone occasionally shot his brother a nervous look as he watched over your shoulder, and Tech would give him a reassuring nod when he caught his eye. It was so subtle you’d have never noticed it without Tech telling you, but now that you knew, all you wanted to do was wrap them both in a hug. After you’d completed bandaging Wrecker and he’d mumbled his thanks, Tech had asked you to dinner under the pretense of learning about the technique you’d used when splinting the broken finger, but you both knew that was a bold-faced lie.

You’d never minded.

Now, you gently applied bacta to a blaster burn on his shoulder, smoothing the gel over the damaged skin there. Tech hissed slightly between clenched teeth. You pause, whipping out your penlight to look more closely at the wound, worried you’ve missed something. Tech chuckles quietly as he watches you over his shoulder, immediately knowing what you’re thinking. “The bacta was just colder than I expected. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Better to be certain.”

“One of the things I love about you.”

You smile, giving the burn one last cursory look before carefully bandaging it, placing a light kiss next to it when you are done. He catches your hand in his as you stride past him to replace your supplies, kissing the back of your knuckles.

“Thank you, darling.”

“Of course, my love,” you reply, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. He leans against you, and you can feel the exhaustion in his muscles. Quickly, you clear his dishes from the table before leading him down the hall to your bedroom.

You help him shower, gently washing the dirt from his skin and ensuring not to scrub too hard at the fresh bandages peppering his chest, arms, and back. He allows it, watching you without protest as you lather his skin carefully and massage his scalp with shampoo. You know letting someone else take control is a struggle for him, and you appreciate that he’s finally comfortable enough to let his guard down around you, to allow you to take care of him in the way he deserves but will never ask for.

When you’re both rinsed clean, you stand for a while, your bodies pressed together as the water trickles down your skin. You hope the constant patter of the water on his shoulders is working some of the tension from his muscles and spine as he presses chaste kisses along your neck and shoulders, finally allowing his chin to rest there, his arms wrapped around your torso.

“I love you very much,” he whispers.

“And I love you,” you reply. Those three words had always come easy to the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to choose a “right” time to express your affections. It had just come out of him one night as you sat next to each other on your couch, and you’d never hesitated in saying it back. You and Tech both had discussed early on that you were fine with being upfront about your emotions and feelings. War didn’t allow for the luxury of beating around the bush when it came to important things being said.

You feel him sag against you slightly, and you take that as your cue to retrieve the fluffiest towel you own, helping him dry off before leading him to bed.

The two of you slip under the sheets together, him pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. One arm slips under your neck, the other wrapping around your waist. You resist the heat swirling in your belly, knowing he needs rest right now and to heal. If he’s still here in the morning, you know there’ll be time for other activities, but for right now, you just want him to sleep peacefully next to you without any expectations beyond that.

“Do you know how long you can stay?” you ask, knowing he probably doesn’t have a definitive answer.

“I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”

You reach down, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling his hand up to your lips, brushing his knuckles with a kiss. “Stay forever then,” you whisper.

You both know it’s impossible, that eventually his comm will go off and he’ll be whisked away once more on some mission he can’t tell you about on some world you’ll likely never visit. But it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few moments. As pragmatic as Tech is, he allows himself the indulgence this once, nuzzling against the back of your neck as he breathes you in.

“I just may.”

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

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linksthoughtbrambles · 10 months

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Congrats on the milestone Brambles!

Hmmm okay how about “Zelda gets Link one of those floppy gardening sun hats”

Thank you for the adorable ask, Newt! Here's a 3-sentence-fic for you!

Peripheral Vision

Link eyed Zelda with a sideways smile as he opened the cylindrical box, revealing a wide, spring-green cloth hat which shot his eyebrows up under his bangs, a grin filling his face as he plucked it from the box and plopped it on his head, declaring it “put Nack’s to shame!”; he left the house wearing it the next morning with a smile full of last night’s memories (of thanking Zelda thoroughly) and the day’s sweet weather, sauntering into the garden like his floppy, shoulder-width hat had crowned him king of the outdoors—but one step from the tangle of trestled tomato vines, he glanced back with a grimace.

The foliage obscured him with his next step, and Zelda’s sudden palpitation (had he feigned his liking for the hat?) decided it warranted immediate investigation, sweeping up her tools and bustling into her meticulously-ordered herb garden, taking her usual notes and clippings while snatching furtive peeks at Link; she found the hat frustrating, for it kept hiding his expression—she in turn would shift position, and each time she stole a glance, he turned away as though he’d been studying her: it clearly necessitated a change of tactics (dropping her tools, marching toward Link, kneeling on the rice-straw mulch, and ducking beneath the hat’s wavy brim to kiss Link’s cheek).

Her excellent excuse to peruse his face (which had been pensive until her kiss) produced a flurry of words between them (“What’s troubling you, Link?” “Nothing!” “Nonsense.” “No, really!” “I’ll keep asking.” “Will you keep kissing me?” “I shall indeed—you shall have no relief until you confide in me.” “Confide?” “Of course! You may trust me with the truth, Link.” “…HUH?”)—and between each set of words a kiss arrived on Link’s skin—on his cheek, forehead, nose-tip, all over his face, Link laughing more and more between his protests until Zelda swept his hat to the straw with a slow kiss to his lips; she cupped his face, asking if he’d pretended to like his new headwear, but he balked: “Are you kidding? This is a fantastic hat—but it does make it harder for me to make sure you’re okay, I have to turn my head-“ and her giggle cut him short, her arms now wrapped about his neck—her noble knight, concerned not with aesthetics, but his peripheral vision.

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["3-sentence" fic 💀]

[Believe it or not, I cut this down! 😂]

#3 sentence fics #400 followers celebration #cheaty cheaty punctuation #which I enjoy doing #tis fun #loz #loz drabble #botw #hateno homestead #same universe as the invertebrates stories #will go in with them at some point!#zelink

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thedamageofherdays · 2 years

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well, first of all yaaaaay again!! <3 if you feel like it (but only if you feel like it), you could write me some SteveBucky (obviously) in the 40s or something, with mutual pining and super happy ending :) I don't know how detailed you'd like me to go with this, but basically I'm happy with anything vanilla <3

Thanks so much still darling 💕💕 Sorry this took approximately 500 years to fill 😅 I hope you like what I came up with <3

It never gets easier. Sitting at home in their tenement, waiting for Bucky to come home while he's out with the girl of the week. It's slowly killing Steve. It hurts more than any physical ailment that plagues him. And he can never tell Bucky. No. Telling him means losing him, means risking it all. While Steve is not above risking his life for the things he believes in, when it comes to helping people find justice, he can’t risk this. He's not an idiot. Bucky is the most important person in his life aside from his mom. He can’t lose him.

So he waits at home. Waits until Bucky stumbles through the door, the smell of alcohol still on his breath. He helps Bucky out of his clothes and doesn't let his hands linger the way he desperately wants to. Then he guides Bucky to his bed and covers him in blankets, makes sure he drinks a bit of water before his eyes drop shut. And then the next weekend it happens all over again.

They don't talk about it. Not about the lipstick stains on Bucky’s shirts, not about the fact he drinks this much, not about the fact that it's always Steve he comes home to. Steve doesn’t dare. He can’t bring this up. He can’t. He doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t want to know the answer to.

Then one night Bucky comes home from the dance hall and decides it's time to talk, apparently. He's drunk and he's slurring his words and he won't stop looking at Steve like he's something precious, something holy.

Steve doesn’t know how to deal with that gaze.

"I love you, you know?" Bucky says.

Steve looks away. "You're my best friend, too, Buck," he says softly.

Bucky grabs his arm and pulls him closer. "No. I mean I love you. I love you so damn much Stevie. You're so goddamn special. Thank my lucky stars each night that you notice me at all."

"You're drunk. I'm not one of your damn girls Buck."

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Always wish it was you out there with me. I know you don't like dancing, doll, and that's fine by me. Just wish I could love on you. You're pretty and you're smart and I wish I was half as good as you," Bucky rambles, "and it's okay if you don't feel the same. It'll break my heart but I'll handle it. You're everything to me. Just wanna make you happy."

"Do you mean this or are you just drunk?" Steve’s voice shakes.

"I mean it, Stevie baby. I never meant anything more. I'm not that drunk, I swear," Bucky says. He rubs his thumb over Steve’s skin. "Tell me, doll. Do you feel the same?"

"I do," Steve says. "Thought you could never love me. You're always out with your girls. And I'm just plain old me."

"Don't be insulting," Bucky says, "you're the best guy in the world. 'M lucky to have you around. Thought you couldn't love me either. Thought you'd prefer one of your art pals."

"Buck. It's always gonna be you," Steve says. "Always."

"Till the end of the line," Bucky says.

"Till the end of the line," Steve repeats.

Then they kiss for the first time and it's like a cold drink in the summer sun, like coming home after a long day, and fireworks on the 4th of July. This love will last forever.

#stucky #asks #lovely people #400 follower celebration #(which happened ages ago oops)#stevebucky #stucky fic #r makes things #r writes things

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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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ITS TIME EVERYONE!

Welcome to the first follower celebration for @theblogofdurin!! I can't thank my readers and followers enough for all the love and support, you all have given me this past year!!

Before continuing below the cut, please read the first announcement-link here-, for this event. It explains everything a little bit more in depth and in length.

-Step 1:

-Step 2:

please fill out all the questions to be apart of the scavenger hunt. If you don't, you won't be able to collect any of the awards.

scavenger hunt form - link

You'll be given 1 riddle at a time, you must answer the first riddle to be able to the next.

Please write out all your answers to the riddles in ALL CAPS and no punctuation. So the automatic system works.

For all 10 riddles, each participant will be given 3 hints to use whenever they like to help them solve the puzzles.

As well as the hints, where the answer to the questions are in the series or other posts. A little * or ** will be either right next to it or at the begins of the sentence or paragraph. ( a blues clue type thing for my early 2000's late 90's peeps.)

On my blog, the tags #my fun, & #Cloaked in Green or any post/chapter tagged under my series masterlist-link will be where you may find the (**) asterisks, that indicates the answers to the riddles.

My pm's is always open for any questions regarding this event or the series (Cloaked in Green)

taglist still open! @lokigirlszendaya @caelum-the-part-time-nihilist @emrfangirl @lathalea @hr-nm-grnd-zr @markosgirl @demigoddesofchimichangagod @imaginesfire @kaysteahouse @tamnight @mithrandirssidehoe @panhoeofmanyfandoms @petrelrose @irisv-x @fandoms4everyone @Leabeiersdorf07 @nunyobuisness @fallinloveinoctober @mysterypotatoink @whore-of-many-hot-men @generalgoldfishldrm @thevanillahorizon @cloudcatchingstark @wolfers-stuff @depressedemo-152 @triffidgurl @nessarosefiction @itswritingphoenix

#the hobbit #cloaked in green #the hobbit fandom #the hobbit fic #thorin x reader #thorins company #400 followers #follower celebration #my works #my followers #scavenger hunt #lets help this freaking works.#i have been stressing yall #thorin oakenshield #richard armitage #fili durin #kili durin

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shadowofahope · 2 years

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Somehow along the way, in the middle of me writing I realized we've hit 400 followers! I can't believe we're here, thank you so much for taking this journey with me. For allowing me to expand my writing and interacting with me.

As a thank you I'll be doing:

Character asks for any of my posted fics

Any sneak peaks for a WIP of your choice

These I'll have open for the next week!

And as a bonus, it'll be a Changbin drabble AND a Taehyung drabble gracing you tonight!

Once again, thank you all so much. I can't tell you how much I appreciate each of you.

#400 followers #follower celebration #bts taehyung #skz changbin #bts drabble #skz drabbles #bts fanfiction #skz fanfiction #Does anyone want to go through my fics and cross post them on AO3 for me? I keep forgetting #I'm the worst!

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Why'd I have to break what I love so much💔 - give me a prompt or quote with a character and I'll write something with it

reader taking care of remus (whether it's after a full moon or he's sick etc is up to you) ?

again congrats on 400+!!

Here it is!!!! Hope you like it:)))

Thank you again<333

#jj's 400 followers celebration #jj's moots<3 #remus lupin #remus lupin fic

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sughuru · 5 months

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seventh of december

- gojo satoru x reader

Satoru was never one to celebrate his birthday. Matter of fact, he actually hated it. Except on three occassions.

genres/warnings: fluff, birthday fic, kinda rushed tbh, not proofread

notes: happy birthday gojo, i know you're alive pls come back :((( anyways enjoy, i kinda rushed this bc i still have some school stuff to do so i hope you guys understand! as always, english isn't my first language so pls excuse my grammatical and spelling errors

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Not merely Satoru's birthday, and he despised that. He loathed how his powers and name were incessantly brought up, dominating every conversation, overshadowing his personality and achievements.

All his life, he hated his birthday except on three occasions.

The first birthday he ever genuinely enjoyed was celebrated with his high school friends, Suguru and Shoko.

Satoru checked his flip phone and noticed the endless SMS notifications from relatives to clan members he doesn’t even know the face of. He's well aware that these messages are only a formality, driven by respect and perhaps a tinge of fear. Deep down, he understands that some clan members harbor hatred at the fact that his parents were the ones to give birth to the next Limitless and Six Eyes user. He knows they all secretly pray for his downfall. Aside from that, if it wasn’t out of respect or fear, perhaps they wanted or needed something from him.

"Satoru," Suguru called to his friend, who was lost in thought on the sports court. Satoru looked up and acknowledged Suguru with a nod. In response, Suguru mouthed, "Come here," while waving him over.

The white-haired male walked towards Suguru, “hah? What’s this all about?”

Suguru brushed off his friend and kept walking, ignoring Satoru's attempts to get his attention. This annoyed Satoru even more. "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!" Satoru whined in the most grating voice imaginable, prompting even Suguru to question why he was friends with him.

Suguru shot a glare at Satoru, “maybe if you just shut up and follow me, we’ll get there sooner.”

"Why can't you tell me now? Where are we going? Wow, are you here to take me somewhere quiet and kill me there?" Satoru quipped with a sarcastic tone.

"If you don't stop asking questions, yeah," Suguru replied dryly. Satoru rolled his eyes but continued to follow his friend.

Before long, they arrived at their classroom. Suguru opened the door to reveal a sight that surprised Satoru— all their friends were inside wearing party hats. Even Nanami and Ijichi were there.

"Gojo!" Shoko waved excitedly at the tall male. Suguru grinned, saying, "Happy birthday, Satoru," as he patted his friend on the back. He then led Satoru into the room to join the celebration with their friends.

It was a simple birthday, really. Celebrated among friends and closed ones. Nevertheless, Satoru regarded it as one of his favorite birthday memories.

The following year, Suguru left, and once again, he hated his birthday. Shoko was there to celebrate with him but it wasn’t the same without Suguru. After all, the trio did everything together.

“Happy birthday.” Shoko hands him a bag of kikufuku picked up from a store down the street. Before he could thank her, she was already off to treat some first year who got injured on a mission.

Oh right, they’re third graders now. The final year and final step to being a true Jujutsu Sorcerer.

After Suguru left, Satoru met with two kids and took them in. Megumi and Tsumiki, aged five and eight, respectively. While Tsumiki was generally well-behaved, Megumi proved to be a bit troublesome due to his sharp wit and sarcastic nature. Satoru couldn't help but wonder if he had been similarly mischievous as a child.

The second time he enjoyed his birthday was when he went home that day.

“I’m home…?” He was about to call out the kids, but heard someone bustling in the kitchen. Kitchens clanging and the water running.

"Don't touch that, Gojo-san said we shouldn't use the stove!" Tsumiki warned.

"Well, how do we make something before he gets home then?" Megumi interjected.

"Should we just serve it like this..." Tsumiki examined the plate before her. Megumi deadpanned at his older sister, "A banana on a plate?"

“Shhh! I hear him coming!”

Satoru giggled to himself, hearing their whole conversation, he peeked in the kitchen, “woah, what did you guys do while I was gone?”

Tsumiki and Megumi froze before slowly turning around, “s-surprise!” the two said.

"Happy birthday, Gojo-san. Thanks for taking us in!" Tsumiki presented him with... a banana on a plate.

Satoru smiled, charmed by their efforts. "Aw, did you two prepare this for me?" He didn't want to hurt their feelings, and truthfully, he was genuinely touched by their gesture.

“We also have our own gifts too aside from the cake-”

“Banana.” Megumi corrected.

Tsumiki was the first to present her gift to Gojo. "I hope you like these!"

As Satoru received the gift, he couldn't help but recall the evening a few weeks ago when Tsumiki had asked him to accompany her to get origamis, claiming it was for a school project. Little did he anticipate that those origamis were intended for him. Tsumiki had crafted a jar filled with meticulously folded paper stars, each one carefully placed inside.

Megumi was next, shyly handing Gojo a birthday card. "Happy birthday," he muttered, avoiding eye contact with Satoru. Satoru couldn't help but smile, affectionately ruffling the younger boy's hair. "Oh, you're so cute. Let's see what you drew, hm?"

Opening the card, Satoru observed that Megumi's handwriting had improved. The small card read, "Happy bday Gojo." It was evident that the boy hadn't quite figured out how to spell "birthday" yet.

Satoru promptly hung Megumi's card on the fridge door and placed the jar of stars in a cabinet alongside other souvenirs for display. "Thanks for making my birthday great, guys."

The trio gathered for a photo to commemorate the moment. In the picture, Megumi frowned at the camera while Satoru and Tsumiki beamed with smiles. To this day, that photo remains tucked in Satoru's wallet, a cherished reminder of his first celebrated birthday with the kids.

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After hearing Shoko and Megumi's stories about how they used to celebrate your boyfriend’s birthday, you found yourself pondering how to surpass the efforts of those two. You bought a small cake from a local bakery shop recommended by Nanami.

“That girl was really nice, I should go visit again next time.” you muttered to yourself as you walked back home.

Satoru shouldn’t be home for another hour so you got to work. You printed pictures of him in high school, his baby pictures, pictures of him and the kids, students, pictures of you two; you transformed them into small cake decorations. Carefully pasting each one onto a wooden stick, you inserted them into the cake.

"Babe, I'm home." Satoru tossed his keys onto the table and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. "Today was such a long day at work," he whined.

You kissed his cheek. "Aw, is my baby tired?" you cooed, to which he nodded and began smothering you with kisses.

"Well, I hope you're not tired of blowing out some candles." You handed him the small birthday cake adorned with pictures of his face. Satoru's eyes immediately lit up. "You did this all for me?" he exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

"Well, I know it doesn't compare to what Shoko and the kids did, but..." you started to say.

Satoru immediately cut you off, his eyes filled with genuine warmth. "But it's perfect. No comparison needed. This is the best surprise, and it's all from you." He pulled you into a tight hug, expressing his gratitude and affection.

"I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me. You really know how to make a birthday special." Satoru continued, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Come on, let's have some cake before I start crying from how sweet you are," Satoru teased, leading you over to the table.

As you both enjoyed the cake, adorned with those little memories on sticks, Satoru couldn't help but comment on each photo. "Ah, high school me, can't believe you found these. And look at Megumi's grumpy face, classic!" His laughter filled the room, creating an atmosphere of joy and celebration.

As the evening unfolded, you exchanged stories, shared laughs, and basked in the warmth of the moment. It might not have been as elaborate as previous celebrations, but the personal touch made it uniquely special. Satoru couldn't stop expressing his gratitude, making you feel that all the effort was more than worth it.

"There's one more thing," you said, leaving the table briefly and returning with a bag. "It's not the best, but..."

You handed him the bag, and as Satoru peeked inside, he found a red scarf carefully knitted by you. His eyes widened, and a genuine smile spread across his face as he ran his fingers over the soft fabric.

"Did you make this?" he asked, with admiration in his voice. The warmth in his eyes showed just how much he appreciated the thoughtful gesture. "I love it, thank you." He wrapped it around his neck, a cozy addition to the perfect birthday surprise you had prepared for him.

The seventh of December. A date to remember, a date that will go down in history. This is because it was the day Gojo Satoru was born. Born into the renowned Gojo clan, he is the first in 400 years to possess both the Limitless and Six Eyes. However, that’s all they ever celebrated about. The seventh of December was the day the strongest sorcerer alive was born. Not merely Satoru's birthday, and he despised that. He loathed how his powers and name were incessantly brought up, dominating every conversation, overshadowing his personality and achievements. All his life, he hated his birthday except on three occasions.

The first occasion was when Suguru surprised him with his friends. The second was when the kids, Megumi and Tsumiki, brought a touch of innocence and joy to the day, making it about connection and family.

And now, as the day came to a close, the third occasion unfolded. You, with your thoughtful surprises and genuine affection, turned a day usually marked by the weight of power into a celebration of love and connection. Satoru found something he hadn't expected — a day to cherish, not for his abilities, but for the people who chose to celebrate him simply for being him. Satoru no longer hates his birthday, and he looks forward to his upcoming birthdays.

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kissatoru · 6 months

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍!

🪦 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ⭑ to celebrate spooky season and reaching 400+ followers (oh my god?! thank you so much?!), i’ve decided to do a mini halloween smut event !! since i’m starting quite late in the month, the event may be moved further into november if i need more time.

💀 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ⭑ all fics will be sub!character x dom!reader with a spoooky~ halloween twist! the reader’s anatomy and position (top/bottom) will vary depending on the fic. more content info will be added once the fic has been posted. the tag for this event is #( ★ ) hornyween ‘23.

please remember to read the warnings and, as always, do not interact if you are under 18 !!

🕸️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⭑ the form for the taglist is here. if you have trouble accessing the link, feel free to dm me or reply to this post with which fic(s) you’d like to be tagged for.

please note that you must be 18+ and have your age or an indicator of it somewhere on your blog or you will be blocked!

☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ☆

🩸 OUR LITTLE SECRET ; levi ackerman [ ✓ ]

content. sub!vampire!levi, dom!gn!reader, implied virgin/touch-starved!levi, ooc levi at some points cause of vampire hormones, plot before porn, blood/blood-drinking kink, oral fixation, dry humping, handjob, inappropriate use of cravats, petnames (dearest, darling)

synopsis. in 19th century society, everyone has secrets they want to keep from seeing the light of day — so what will happen when you unveil levi’s?

🦴 BAD DOG ; toji fushiguro [ nov. ??? ]

content. bratty sub!bottom!werewolf!toji, mean dom!top!gn!reader, size difference, degradation kink + more ...

synopsis. stories and fables always warn of the big bad wolf, but personally, you think he makes quite a cute pet.

🫀 INSATIABLE ; keigo takami [ nov. ??? ]

content. sub!incubus/succubus!keigo, dom!gn!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation + more ...

synopsis. lust demons are known for their hunger, but when one visits you in the night, your appetite turns out to be larger than his.

🪞 PRETTY GIRL ; mitsuri kanroji [ nov. ??? ]

content. sub!mitsuri, soft dom!ghost!gn!reader, modern au, mirror sex, praise kink, cunnilingus + more ...

synopsis. strange paranormal encounters have mitsuri considering moving out — until an encounter unlike the others persuades her to stay.

#divider by benkeibear #divider by cafekitsune #kinktober #dom reader #sub character #sub levi #sub toji #sub hawks #sub mitsuri #sub aot #sub jjk #sub mha #sub bnha #sub kny #( ★ ) hornyween ‘23.

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lynnlovesthestars · 1 month

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So my Tav’s name is Seraphine! She’s my high elf bard that follows the goddess Seraphina, Goddess of Hopes and Dreams (made up god). She’s Seraphina’s chosen and spreads hope and joy through her songs. She’s very kind, probably to a fault, she’s very patient and she’s got all the love in the world to give. You could insult her and she’d still smile in your face and give you a compliment. She can be a bit naive but most find that endearing. Most, but not all.

I can already picture how Seraphine and Wyll fall in love:

Seraphine is concentrated on reharsing a new song and Wyll couldn’t resist the urge of sitting nearby like a child listening to a fairytale. It was not the first time he had heard her music, but in that moment- as everyone was getting ready for the night- it was like her music tasted sweeter and irresistible.

It kind of happened in the blink of an eye for him, one moment he was staring almost dreaming at her, and the following he was blown away by the realization.

He can’t hide his emotions at all, so instantly it was like his cheeks suddenly scorched with a blush he had no way of hiding.

Days later, outside of her tent, there’s a bouquet of freshly picked flowers with a simple note that reads “Nothing is as harmonious as your voice”

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hyerinrose · 1 year

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Milestone Event!🎉

In which, i'll be posting daily for 7 days* to celebrate this blog achieving 400+ followers! Thank you for all the support you've given me, it is all greatly appreciated :)

*Note that Day 7 might be posted late as it's a huge fic

🎉Event Masterlist🎉

•┈••✦ 🎀✦••┈•💌•┈••✦ 🎀 ✦••┈•

💌Day 1

Yandere! Prince

Synopsis : He's willing to sacrifice anything for you, even if at the cost of the King and Queen losing their lives. Soon, you'll be ruling by his side. Until then, he'll just have to play pretend.

💌Day 2

Yandere! CEO

Synopsis : He was the owner of a multibillion company, he could have anything in the world at the tip of his finger. Yet, he only wants one thing, You, his sweet assistant.

💌Day 3

Yandere! Twins

Synopsis : You've caught the attention of one of the twin brother but soon you'll catch the other's too. However two is better than one right? You'll love them both right?

💌Day 4

Yandere! Husband

Synopsis : You're married to the love of your life, he was the perfect husband anyone could've asked for. But was everything as perfect as he'd like you to believe?

💌Day 5

Yandere! Cheater

Synopsis : Cheating is not a mistake, it's a choice. It takes losing you for him to finally realise your importance in his life.

💌Day 6

Yandere! Spirit/Ghost

Synopsis : Moving into your older relative's house that they left after their passing gained you a new roommate, a ghost. What if said ghost becomes attached to you and won't let go?

💌Day 7

Yandere! Male leads

Synopsis : You have transmigrated into an Otome Game your best friend last played. With no knowledge about the game, will you be able to survive in this new world you had been thrown into?

•┈••✦ 🎀✦••┈•💌•┈••✦ 🎀 ✦••┈•

Event durations : 24th April ~ 1st May

#yandere x reader #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gender neutral reader #yandere male

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Congrats on 400!!!! 😍🥰 I'd like to request Kix with the quote: "Don't touch it, it hurts!" (Gotta love me some major ouch with cute fluffy comfort). Thanks so much and congrats again!

Thanks so much! Alright, I really love writing Kix and don't do it enough. This one got cute and I DIG IT. Thanks again for the ask!

Pairing - Kix x Medic!Reader

Rating - T (mention of injury, language)

“Kix, I’m FINE! Just slap some bacta on it so we can move!”

“It’s not that simple! You need to stay here so I can work on it, otherwise we’ll be down another medic.”

“If you stay here with me, then we’ll be down two.”

“Coric’s gone on ahead and Sticks and Stones are inbound to support. He’ll manage until they get here, now sit still.”

“I said I’M FINE.”

The clone medic gave you an unamused look as he gripped your thigh and shin, bending the knee that you’d just taken a blaster bolt to just enough to send pain radiating from the joint. Your stubborn muttering shifts to a yelp.

“Ok, stop, stop, STOP! Don’t touch it! It hurts!”

He sighs in exasperation. “I know it hurts. So if you’d quit arguing with me for five minutes, I’ll be able to make it hurt less, understand?”

You finally surrender, laying back on the ground and folding your arms over your eyes in defeat. Kix takes this as you relenting, reporting to Rex on his comm that the two of you will hang back for now, catching up with the others when you’re able. The captain’s voice is strained, but not angry, so you take some solace in that.

You’ve only been serving with the 501st for a few weeks, but in that time, you’ve managed to become an anxious mess. It was clear that the other medics around you, both civilian and clone alike, were far more qualified, leaving you wondering why you were here and instilling you with a fear of failure that kept you up most nights. You were determined to prove that you could be useful and help those in need, but right now, you feel more like a burden than anything else.

The sound of boots and blasterfire has faded into the distance as the entire battalion has moved on without the two of you. Now, all you hear is Kix’s modulated breathing as he shuffles around in his kit, looking for supplies.

Of all of the medics, why’d it have to be him?

You can’t quite put your finger on why Kix is the one you’re most desperate to impress. Maybe because you admire his professionalism, his calm demeanor, the way his brain works.

And maybe you’re also a bit in denial. While he shares the same face as his brothers, there’s always been something about Kix that you’ve found exceptionally endearing. Sure, you’ve got your face covered right now because you’re embarrassed to be the thing keeping him back, but also, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as he manipulates your leg a bit to get a better look at your injury.

“Just a graze,” he surmises. “I hope you didn’t like these pants too much though. I am going to have to cut them away a bit to bandage it properly.”

You shrug. “‘S fine.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then you hear the unmistakable hiss of his helmet being removed. Your arms fly away from your face as you sit up to stare at him in alarm.

“Kix! You need to keep that on! It’s not safe.”

He tosses you a smirk. “You’re not wearing one.”

“Yeah, well I’m a civ. We don’t get issued armor.”

He glances over at you as he begins cutting away at the leg of your pants. “Still. Most civs have them. So why don’t you?”

He’s distracting you, and it’s obvious, but you’re more than willing to let him right now as your knee starts to noticeably throb. He’s always been good at redirecting attention. It’s one of the things you admire about him.

You shrug. “Gear’s expensive. Would rather have a kit that holds up.”

Kix is removing his gloves, and you feel your heart thundering in your chest as you start to think about what his hands are going to feel like on your skin. You’ve absolutely thought about this before, but you had somewhat hoped it would be under different circumstances.

Very different circumstances.

A sharp prick as he injects the knee with a painkiller jerks you back to reality before your thoughts can wander further. He’s watching you out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction, and you try to not whimper. Instead, you swear quietly under your breath. He doesn’t acknowledge it.

“So if you can’t afford the proper gear, why fling yourself out here?” he asks, taking out a solution to clean the wound a little better. “Most civs would say that’s justification to stay out of it.”

“F-family business,” you stutter. He pauses to watch your reaction, but you nod at him, urging him to get this done quickly so that you can get moving. “Mom’s a doc. Been following her around since I could walk and eventually went into medicine on my own. Figured my skills would better be put to use here than just staying on some cozy backwater moon and pretending the war isn’t happening.”

Kix pauses, turning to face you fully now. “That’s admirable.”

You feel like your face is on fire, and your eyes burn with tears of frustration. “Haven’t exactly been helpful,” you rasp, gesturing at your leg.

“This’ll heal quickly,” he replies, gently dabbing at the damaged skin with some gauze before carefully applying bacta. “And you’ve been plenty of help.”

“Kix, I know I just get underfoot. You don’t have to sugar coat it for me.” Your eyes drop to your lap, where you’re nervously picking at a cuticle. You feel him stop touching you for a moment before his fingers slip under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his. All of the moisture evaporates out of your mouth, and you swallow hard.

“Now let’s be clear about one thing,” he says, his soft brown eyes piercing into yours. “There are plenty of people in this galaxy that see my brothers and I as expendable, nothing more than cannon fodder. Even those that don’t see us that way are more than fine with letting us die anyway. You are here. I see how much you care, how much each loss affects you. People like you are the ones I fight for. You’re the reason I keep going. Because there are good people out there, and you’re a reminder of that. So don’t you dare belittle what you’re doing here. I wouldn’t stay behind for any civ. I stayed because it’s you. Got it?”

You nod, swallowing hard again. Your tongue darts out to moisten your lips, and he notes it, his eyes flicking down to follow it. You suddenly become extremely self conscious about the amount of dirt you’ve got covering your face.

Kix seems to be turning something over in his mind, his brows furrowed in the way they are when he’s thinking. After a moment, his hand slips from your chin to wipe at some grime on your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch a little. Both of you freeze for a moment, and he chuckles quietly. If he was looking for confirmation as to how you felt about him, he’s absolutely found it, but his reaction is far from what you expected.

Kix smiles at you, but he almost seems bashful, something you’re not used to from him. “I would uh… also be remiss to not tell you that I enjoy having you around. For more than medical reasons. You’ve got a big heart. It’s… it’s nice.”

A tear slips from the corner of your eye in relief, and he withdraws his hand quickly, thinking he’s done something wrong, but you grab his hand with yours. “Thanks,” you whisper quietly. “It’s really nice to know I’m not just a pain in the ass.” You squeeze his hand reassuringly. “I like being around you too.”

Kix grins, his cocky smirk slipping back into place as he goes back to work on your knee, carefully wrapping a bandage around the joint. You’re not sure if it’s the pain meds or the high from both of your confessions, but the pain has faded to a dull ache. When he fastens the final end of the bandage in place, he inspects it one last time before nodding.

“That should do it.”

You feel a little bolder, for just a moment as his eyes find yours again. “When… when we get back to base, I’ve got a bottle of spotchka in my tent. If you feel like spending some time together where we’re not being shot at.”

Kix smiles. “I think I’d like that.” He pauses, looking around cautiously. Seemingly satisfied the two of you are very alone, he leans down and places a light kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You giggle. “Yeah. At least able to walk.” He pulls you to your feet, and you search for something else to say, realizing your time together is coming to a close, and in a few minutes, you’ll be back with his brothers. “You know, I think a lot of you too, Kix. You’re a very skilled medic.”

You kriffing idiot, could you be any more awkward? You fight the urge to clap a hand to your forehead.

Kix winks at you, seemingly flattered nonetheless. “I’m skilled at other things as well, but you’ll have to wait until at least our third date to find out about those.”

Your face burns, but you can’t hide your smile as the two of you make your way back towards the battle.

Thanks for participating in my 400 Follower Celebration!

#karrde writes #Karrde's 400 #400 follower celebration #follower celebration #star wars #fanfiction #fan fic #the clone wars #tcw #clone medic kix #kix x reader #kix x you #fluff

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linksthoughtbrambles · 10 months

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Congrats on 400!! 💃🎉Could I maybe request TP Zelink with fluff?

Oops

The sycophantic Prince of Labrynna couldn’t stop sneezing: he sneezed in the courtroom, he sneezed in the garden, he sneezed at the center of the hedge maze (startling even the guards high in the ramparts)—he sneezed at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, his handkerchief having become an ever-moist object of repugnance at court, not least to Queen Zelda (though her poise reflected only patient, kind politeness).

His affliction abated each evening after bathing and resumed in the presence of the Queen, her faithful guard-captain Link, or her faithful guard-wolf (also Link), the cause appearing obvious to them—the Prince, of course, must be allergic to dogs!—so, Link remained in his human form as he and his Queen underwent a meticulous regimen of de-furring themselves (bathing, laundering clothing and bedsheets, scouring their personal chambers, and cleaning items they kept on their person).

Zelda opened her door to give Link a quick kiss the next morning, then retreated inside (the Prince had threatened promised to escort her to breakfast)—he arrived right on time, approaching Link (ostensibly standing guard), and when a colossal sneeze wracked his frame he blew his nose into that infernal cloth, leaning in to whisper, “I say—that scent will be the death of me!” despite Link’s grimace and sniff, which detected no hint of guard-dog whatsoever; when he said so, the Prince scoffed: “I have hunting dogs, young man—no, it’s that perfume!”—and Link’s eyes shot wide: oops.

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[Thanks for the ask!! I have a lot of fun with TP Zelink drabbles 😄]

#3 sentence fics #400 followers celebration #tp zelink #loz tp #twilight princess #drabble #answering asks

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west-brooke · 1 year

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“Krang! Dad, it’s in the Lair!”

In celebration of New Hardware reaching 400 kudos, I’ve drawn a quick comic!

Thank you to all of my readers and people who’ve been following along with this story. Chapter 1-2 were posted together at the very beginning to kick off New Hardware, so I thought it would be appropriate to go back to where everything first started!

For those interested in reading the fic who haven’t, it’s linked in the pinned post on my profile!

Time taken: 1:30

Program used: Procreate

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #new hardware #rottmnt new hardware #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt art #rottmnt krang #rottmnt fic

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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You Cheated On Me With Your Husband (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: You try convincing Wanda to leave Vision for you. (2000 words)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI this fic includes smut, Oral (Reader giving,) strap-on sex (Reader receiving,) Cheating, PWP, AFAB reader, Squirting.

A/N: This is my first time writing Smut so please give me feedback! Also, I guess you can say this is my 400 followers celebration post.

When you walk into the kitchen, the last person you expect to see is Wanda. Ever since you two accidentally hooked up two weeks ago, she avoided you like the plague.

Earlier that week you found out that she was seeing someone, actually, that she’s married to somebody. You've been an Avenger for almost a year and yet no one told you about Vision and her.

The two are sitting on the couch. You give them a disgusted look as you watch them watch tv. Vision doesn't seem to notice you, but Wanda does.

You cross your arms trying to get Wanda's attention. ‘You’re trying to annoy me,’ you think, in an attempt to communicate to her through your mind.

She doesn't pay you any attention, Instead, she moves Vision's hand so that it rests on her upper thigh. She shuffles closer to him and rests her head on his.

You roll your eyes at the action. You could tell that she’s doing this to rile you up, but instead of reacting, you walk past them.

“Cheater,” you think as you pass the couple.

Wanda watches you leave, your voice ringing in her head. She tries ignoring it so she can go back to the movie but nothing works. She huffs as she shifts uncomfortably in his arms.

Wanda bursts into your room without any warning. It’s a surprise to say the least but you knew it was coming. You just got out of the shower, a towel in your hand to dry your hair and another wrapped around your body.

“What was that?” She questions, almost like she’s interrogating you.

“I want to talk,” you say as you towel dry your hair. She seems unfazed with the way you’re dressed, she barely even noticed.

“You should have said that instead of sending this.” She pulls out her phone and shows you the photo as if you didn't know. “Vision could’ve seen it, I was right next to him.”

Right before your shower, you decided to send a quick risky photo of yourself to Wanda. You wanted to make her pay for the ‘stunt’ she pulled earlier and for not telling you about Vision. You knew there could be a chance he’d see it and you sent it anyway.

“I know you wanted to see me, you were itching to get away from him.” If only you could see the reaction on Wanda's face when she opened the message.

“Delete the message now, please,” she demands in a stern tone. Her words only encourage you more.

You walk closer to her, your face right in front of hers. You look to her lips and then her eyes, “I can do it better than him.”

Wanda looks away, you can sense that she’s fighting back whatever she’s feeling. Wanda fidgets with the rings on her hand since the urge to touch you is almost too much. “We can't do this, I'm serious. Vision…”

“Say stop and I’ll stop,” you whisper before brushing your lips against hers. Your eyes are closed as you wait for her to press her lips to yours. In only a few seconds, Wanda hesitantly did and the pace starts picking up. The towel comes undone and slides off which exposes all of you.

You feel the back of your knees hit the bed right before you lay down on it. Wanda moves on top, your bodies connecting to each other as the kisses start to get more desperate. Her hand went to your waist as yours were cupping her face.

Suddenly you feel her hips moving against yours, grinding down in search of relief. You inhale sharply, feeling her jeans against your naked body. It isn't the best feeling since the denim’s uncomfortable but that only gives you another reason to tug them off.

Wanda's pants come off and you feel her much softer underwear rub against you as she straddles your thigh. Soft noises release from Wanda's lips as she rubs herself against you, you can feel the wetness collecting on her underwear. The kissing never stops as her clothing comes off, the two of you now naked on your bed.

You remove yourself from her lips, to catch your breath. The only thing you can focus on while kissing her is kissing her, not even breathing being a priority. “I’m out of my mind for you,” you admit.

Wanda bites her lip. “Show me.”

Eagerly, you flip Wanda onto her back and switch positions. You give her one more languid kiss on her lips before moving to her neck. You softly press your mouth along her, slowly moving down with every kiss. You take your time exploring her body while enjoying the breathy noises coming from her.

Soon you reach her chest. Your thumb rolls over her nipple, causing her back to arch up into your touch. You take her breast into your hand and start massaging it as your tongue darts out to lick the other.

Her hand rests on your head, you can tell she’s growing impatient. Arousal goes straight to your core when you hear her whisper ‘please.��

You don't spend any more time teasing, you want to show her how much you want her. You have to prove that you’re better, not him. Wanda has to realize and you’re determined to show her.

Your face lowers down and your hands grip her thighs to keep them open. You lick up her slit, collecting the wetness up to her clit. When you feel her buck up, you take her clit into your mouth, your tongue flicking it once to get a reaction. A shuttered breath leaves her mouth and you continue flicking and sucking on her.

Quiet moans and whimpers left her mouth as you ate her out. You wanted more so you took one hand off her thigh and dipped a finger inside. Wanda's Hands lace into your hair as you enter two fingers.

You pull out and then enter back in with another finger which made Wanda squirm. “Don't stop,” she groans and you continue.

As she gets closer to her climax, Wanda starts moving her hips to the pace of your fingers, practically grinding against your face and meeting your thrusts. From where you are, you can't see Wanda's face, but you can only imagine her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

Her hips soon become erratic and you have to use your free hand to hold her down. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Wanda moans. Your fingers bend, making a ‘come here’ motion inside of her. Your fingertips hit her g-spot as your mouth continues to stimulate her clit. You ignore the painful ache in your own core to focus on making her finish.

Without any warning, Wanda cums, her orgasm rippling through her. You swallow as much as you can while the rest of her cum covers your mouth. Your fingers continue moving through her climax until Wanda's hand reaches down to stop you.

You move up, seeing the look of ecstasy on her face. You give a quick kiss on her nose and then on her lips. The smile on your face turns into a smirk.

“What's going to happen when he finds out?” You ask. You’d never tell Vision about what happened, but the look on Wanda's face is worth asking.

“He's not,” is all Wanda says. She doesn't seem to think your comment is funny, but that didn't stop you.

Your fingertip softly runs across her chest, the smirk still staying on your face. “What about when I tell him?” You question in a teasing tone.

In an instant, Wanda moves on top of you. One of her hands holds both of yours down. When you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, swivels of red surround the bed. “You’re not.”

A large silicone red strap-on appeared around her waist and your hands tied up above your head with her magic. “You’re not going to tell him,” she says almost aggressively.

She guides the toy with her hand to your cunt. The strap rubbed up and down your slit, purposely avoiding your clit. “Wanda…” you trail off, trying to get her to do more.

“Shut up,” she mutters. In an instant, she pushes the strap into you entirely. The stretch hurts but it feels so good at the same time, you crave more. Your face scrunches up as you got used to her full length in you, but without a warning, she pulls out slowly and then thrusts in fast. She reaches deep inside you every time she repeats the same motion over and over.

“Please, faster,” You whine desperately. Her pace teases you by the way you constantly feel her hips connect to yours with each slow thrust. You want her to ruin you already.

Wanda continues her tortuous movements, allowing you to feel every bit of her inside you. She stills her hips, burying herself deep inside you without pulling out. A hand comes to cup your face lovingly, “Oh malysh, if you want to cum tonight, you’re gonna have to keep this between us.”

You nod frantically and try moving your hips up for her to continue but she stops you. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”

You huff, “I won't tell anyone, I won't tell Vision.”

Wanda smiles despite your annoyed look. She gives you a quick peck before pulling out of you at a fast pace. “Good girl,” she tells you then rams into you. Your legs wrap around her waist as she pounds her cock inside of you.

Louder moans leave your mouth at her new pace. You bite your lip trying to be quieter but instead, they come out as whimpers. You feel embarrassingly close to cumming all over her strap. Constant waves of arousal ripple through your body, but something seems different. Everything felt so intense, you rarely felt this way.

“Wanda, Wait– Wanda, I’m gonna ruin the bed,” you warn but Wanda continues pounding into you with more force. Just as you’re about to cum, her thumb comes to your clit and presses down.

Your arms pull her down onto you, your chests rubbing against each other as you clench around her strap. A gush of wetness pours out of you and onto the bed. Wanda watches more cum dribble out of your cunt as she pulls out. You feel embarrassed but the woman above you looks in awe.

“Are you okay, baby?” She asks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard.

You would have responded with another snarky comment but instead, you nod. “Mmhm,” you hum. Seeing as you are exhausted from all of this, she reaches to discard the toy onto the nightstand.

She rolls onto your side and faces you, her smile quickly disappearing. “I’m only trying to protect you, you know that right,” Wanda says in a more serious tone. “I don't know what Vision would do if he found out and I don't want to know.”

“I can protect myself, Wanda,” you say. “But I understand. He’s your husband and I’m just, well I don't know what I am,” you admit. Were you just someone to hook up with? You wanted to ask her but were too afraid to ask.

“You're my girl,” she responds. “And once I figure out how, we're going to be alone together.”

You smile at her words. Even though it was wrong, it felt so good. You couldn't care less that she's cheating on her husband because she's cheating on him with you.

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