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pascals-doll · 2 months

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bed of roses

ellie williams x reader

🫧 continuation of candy | u dont have to read it since this can be a story on its own!

🫧 TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE VDAY SPECIAL 🥹 i hope you cuties enjoy pt 2!!

🫧 thinking about ellie’s strap all day 🥲

🫧 description: smut smut smut, very cute surprise at the end!, valentines day surprise, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader gets fingered on stairs, fingering (both receiving), strapon!sex (reader recieving), ‘p’ in v sex, panty sniffing (ellie), body worship (reader receiving), power dynamic, back scratching (ellie receiving), finger sucking/gagging, no use of y/n, use of pet names (pretty mama, mama, doll, pretty doll, and babydoll),

“augh-god! ellie” you moaned out, your hand going to grip the stair-railing as you swore you started seeing clouds.

after completely devouring ellie on the staircase, you guys calmed down momentarily.

catching each other’s breath, sharing soft kisses as ellie tells you how much she loves you.

until she began to kiss your neck which eventually lead to her sucking all over both of your tits as her fingers fuck you relentlessly.

“the prettiest tits in this entire world” ellie utters against one of your tits as the other is messily palmed by ellies hand.

“ellie s’good-augh fuck m’gonna cum!” your moans got louder as the forming of your words got sloppy, not being able to comprehend shit in your fucked-out mind.

“oh the night is just gettin’ started mama” she pulls away from your nipple, smirking at you like she was hell’s #1 sinner.

your mouth goes agape, eyes squeezing shut as your feel ellies fingers fuck you through your orgasm.

ellie’s fingers curling into your pussy causing your back to arch within her lap.

“good mama, thats it. cum all over my fingers” she encourages you, slightly moving your hips along with the movement of her fingers.

ellie craddled you as your orgasm melts you into her embrace, legs completely limp in her lap.

ellie planted the softest kisses on your face and forehead “dont get tired yet, babydoll” she whispers in your ear as she runs her hands through your hair.

once you felt yourself coming back into reality, you lifted your head up from in-between her shoulder “we-we should pick up your poor teddy bear” you state weakly, giving her a soft grin.

“yes, ill get it mama” ellie returns your smile, chuckling sweetly.

ellie helped you up, giving your ass a squeeze through your mini skirt “perfect lil’ass” she states playfully, licking her lips.

“shut up and tell me you love the bear” you tell her, just wanting her to come close to you; missing her warmth.

she continues to walk over to you, stepping up the couple steps of the staircase before you meeting you halfway on them.

she bends down to pick up your bra, not caring much for you shirt.

“i-” ellie begins before stopping to plant kisses all over your face and neck, once again but this time she crouches down slightly; scooping you up.

“fucking love the bear” as she completely takes you into her arms.

you let out a squeal out of slight surprise as ellie scoops you up, using most of her strength. you wrap your arms and legs around her, your mini-skirt riding up.

her hands squeezing your ass as she walks up the stairs.

ellie walks down your shared hallway, you in her grasp as you kiss along her neck and toy with her hair.

you didnt miss each pathway of petals that scattered the wooden floors as you got closer to your shared bedroom.

your heart felt like it was going to palpitate out your chest. your mind couldn’t begin to process how lucky you got.

once ellie arrived into your shared room, she put you down gently “dont turn around yet” she says, moving from infront of you to guide you while also making sure you couldn’t see.

“you can turn around now” the second she says that, you wasted no time turning around.

your jaw immediately dropped to the floor as you see a small light-sign that lights up the words ‘you and i forever’, roses and petals all over the floor and bed, and lastly with 3 different heart-shaped boxes of chocolate.

that wasn’t it, ellie had one more surprise but you were just gonna have to wait.

“you-i-you” you tried to speak, but you could barely form a sentence as ellie yet again, found the way to take the words right ouf your mouth.

“just hold on here, yeah doll?” she asks, kissing your temple softly. you gave her a quick nod before she headed into your shared closet.

while she was in the closet, you took upon yourself to quickly grab your pink silk lingerie robe from your dresser.

you stepped out of your mini-skirt since you were already shirtless; leaving you only in your pink heart design thong.

you put the silk robe on, only covering you from being completely naked since you already basically were.

ellie stepped out of the closet in her sports bra but still having her boxers on.

you were on the bed, you had already put aside all the gifts that were on the bed. you weren’t wasting no time.

“you’re so fuckin’ breathtaking” ellie utters breathlessly. she had to let her eyes take you in from head to toe, wether you were wrapped up like a burrito or completely naked goddess statue; you looked absolutely enchanting every single time.

you could completely entice ellie at any give moment, you had her under your spell with just a look.

“take all of me, ellie” you whimper out, extending your leg to reach out to her as she stalked over to you.

“say it again, doll” ellie’s eyes were engulfed with hunger, getting ready to ravish you. she finally crawls ontop of you.

one hand holding her up as it pushed into the bed and the other one helping you rise your hips. ellie pulled down your thong, bringing it up to her nose.

she took in the smell of your arousal, she could’ve licked your underwear if she wanted too; completely wanting to be taken-over by the smell of your wet cunt.

“take all of me, every single part of me is a part of you.” you devoted yourself to her.

there was no one else that you wanted to be completely one with; ellie felt the exact dsme way.

those words leaving your mouth felt like music to ellie’s ears.

“i fucking love you doll, s’fucking much. till the end of this world.” she begins to passionately ramble as her hands eagerly begin to grope you.

ellies hands began by giving your thighs a soft-squeeze then going up to massage your hips, from there going to fondled your hickied titties; robe slipping to the side.

“mmhpm-so wet for me already” she utters out in a pleased tone as she sees your pussy glisten by your juices as she spread your legs apart.

you bit your lip, feeling impatient. you leaned up slightly to pull her down but she didn’t let you.

“nuh uh doll, you already pleased me enough. be a patient lil’girl” ellie coos, taking one of her hands from your breasts slowly tracing its way down.

ellie’s hand found its way to your dripping pussy, her fingers slightly toying with your hole “please-please” you grind your hip up into her two fingers, she retracts them.

ellie turned to her nightstand, turning away from you momentarily. you were confused but gave her time before questioning it.

when she turned back to you, she turned back around with her blue strap-on.

your mind automatically went nebulous.

“please wha’doll ?” her smirk cause shivers down your spine as she returned to towering over you.

your hands impulsively found their way to her back “fuck me till the sun comes up” you meant it, looking her dead in the eyes as you wrapped your legs around her waist.

“your wish is my command, mama” ellie’s eyes felt like daggers pricking at your skin, you felt such delectation at being at ellie’s mercy.

your back arched into her, your breasts pushing against hers “you can take m’cock doll, y’done it before-it’s okay” she soothes you sensually, her lips going back to wander all over your neck as she pushes your legs up to your stomach.

ellie slightly pulls away, to align her strap with your soaked hole. you lifted your hips up impatiently causing ellie to hold them back down aggressively while slamming herself inside you.

“fuck ellie!” you erotically wailed out her name in such a way, it made ellie want to ruin you even more.

“who can fuck this sweet pussy?” ellie grunts out as her hips snap against your skin “huuagh-you! fuck-only you!” you moan out, pleasure being the only thing known to your senses at the moment.

you felt her strap bumping your cervix slightly as her thrusts got more vigorous “s’good-feels s’good!” your fucked-out babble only becoming amusing to the demon that was your girlfriend in this bloody moment.

“what was that, doll? couldn’t hear ya” ellie smirked out, only fucking into you more ruthlessly before moving one of her hands to rub your clit with delicacy.

“awh god! ellie-puh-ah!” you tried to plead through your tears and overwhelmed moans “shh doll, you’re taking me perfectly” ellie coos, the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit now went to your face.

she caressed your hot tear-stained cheek, leading her thumb to your slightly agape lips “open these up f’me, pretty doll” ellie tells you, sliding her thumb into your mouth.

the sight of as you took her thumb into your mouth while she was ontop of you, driving herself into you. the way you admired her tattoo, you took the hand that was on the side of the arm she was extending.

you continued to suck softly as you traced the outline of the veins that protruded through her tattoo.

the sight of it all bringing you closer to your orgasm.

she leaned back slightly as you sucked her thumb and oogled her arm, causing the upward angle to bring you pure rapture.

you let out a choked out gutteral moan against her thumb as her hips devilishly work you to your orgasm.

ellie knew how to make you cum not once, but for days.

the way you arched your back, chest inviting her lips to explore.

the way your legs shake as she fucks you relentlessly always; no matter how.

the way she had you calling out like the lyircs to your favorite song.

the way she turned you into a completely utter pornstar.

“ellie! ellie m’close! gonn-ah!” lips removing from her thumb, your lecherous shrieks ringing through the room.

“yeah, pretty mama? you gon’ cum all over this strap?” she groans out, she swore she could cum just of all of this.

you let out quick nods as your nails dragged out slight blood , feeling small droplets fall into your nails.

“your words, use them.” ellie grits out, her hips fuckiing you well through your orgasm “yes! m’gonna cum all over your dick!” your cries were pure melodies to ellies ear.

“i gotchu pretty doll, i gotchu” as her hips drastically halt, going from fash to now deep thrusts.

“ellie! ellie!” you clung to her as you shook through your orgasm.

“there you go, atta girl” ellie praises you as your orgasm waves through you, nothing but whimpers coming from your foggy fucked out mind.

once you calmed down in her embrace, she slowly pulled out her strap that was now covered in your cum.

“lets take a break, mama?” ellie suggests which you agree too pretty quick.

ellie went to the restroom, grabbing a towelette to clean you up and get you a glass of water.

once she came back, you were laying there wirh your robe tied up. you thanked her for the water as she cleaned you up from your juices.

you had went to the restroom after she cleaned you up. you made your way back into your shared room and as you open the door; there she was.

ellie williams.

there she fucking was…on one knee in only her boxers and a sports bra.

“will you marry me?”

the case that held your sparkly engagement ring being held by the woman of your dreams after just getting ruthlessly fucked, yet treated like a queen.

only something this wonder of a woman could do to you.

“yes, fuck yes, yes.”

you ran to her as she stood up, launching yourself into her arms.

you both went to enjoy your bed of roses t’ill sunrise.

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 4 months

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love🥺🫶🏻I click at my notification so fast when I saw your posting again adfkgk you have no idea how much I like your writing! also I'm new to your blog but if anyone trying to hurt you I'm......going to give them a really bad time... 😤💪//hj

Anyway 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻can I request a reaction of wrio and neuvillette with a darling who has a habit of looking at the price on menus...like why worry your silly little head? when you're with them those silly little numbers mean nothing. it's one of your habit that's hard to let go but he find them really cute so it's okay!

Awwww thank you so much, dear!!!! You'll be happy to know that I've got nothing but love on here which I'm so so grateful for ♡ but I appreciate you so much for your protection ♡

And what a lovely idea!! This is so something I struggle with so it was interesting to write about and imagine what our favorite boys would say!! I hope you like it ♡

✧˖° you're worth all the mora in the world⋆.˚✧

Wriothesley & Neuvillette x gn!reader (separate) II fluff!

"You're not allowed to order water."

"Wriothesley..."

He slides the drink menu over to you with a stern, "Pick one."

"...but I don't need—"

"It's not about needing. I took you out to spoil and indulge you, don't deny me that pleasure."

You've been dating Wriothesley long enough for him to find your cautiousness when it comes to his funds an issue.

On the first few dates you two shared, though he'd rather have pampered you with lavish meals and treats, he decided to look the other way when it came to how you'd always miraculously choose the most inexpensive dishes on the menu.

"I guess that's only polite...", he reasoned with himself, weighing whether or not he should mention to you that money was not a problem for him; but eventually, he thought it better to just give you time.

"Once we get more comfortable, it'll change."

And once you two did get comfortable, and he found that your behavior, in fact, did not change, his patience wore thin.

Why were you still so uncomfortable with him? It was almost an insult that you thought so little of him to assume he'd find paying for you a burden.

So, he takes to ordering for you. He knows what you like, and he knows if he lets you choose for yourself, the price will play a factor into what you order—even subconsciously.

Until you start choosing the most expensive meals on the menu, you're not allowed to make objections or requests without grounds like allergies or dislikes; which you won't have, because he knows you too well by now.

If you try to lie and tell him you don't like something he's picked for you, you will fail. Miserably, so.

"I don't like crab.", you argue—peeking over your menu at him in an attempt to hide your tells that he's become much too familiar with. He could read you like a book, and you have no idea how he's gained so much expertise in the field of you.

"Uh huh, sure, doll.", he doesn't even look at you, his attention on the waiter as he orders. "That one—", he says, flicking his finger to point at you, "is going to have golden crab.".

"And the crab will be market-priced. Will that be all right with you, sir?", the waiter feels the need to confirm, as market-priced foods are often quite expensive.

You jump in, "How mu—"

"That's fine.", Wriothesley interjects, giving you a stern look as he plucks the menu from your hands, revealing your red cheeks (a symptom of your fibbing), and passes it to the waiter before handing him his own. He doesn't need to hear the price, it's just a number, and you're worth more than all the mora in his bank account. No matter how ardently you can try to protest, he's committed to giving you what he knows you want—even if you hesitate to ask for it.

And watching from across the table how your eyes glimmer and beautiful cheeks turn rosy pink as the opulent flavors hit your tongue is more than enough compensation for him to recieve in return.

Neuvillette finds your financial prudence to be a quality of yours he actually quite admires. Too often, he sees thoughtless individuals land themselves in his court with grave, unsettled debts due to gambling or overspending, so your conscientiousness is to be commended!

However, when he is the one footing the bill, he sees no logical need for you to apply this virtue. He knows what he can afford, so you need not worry about it; and to see that telltale crease between your eyebrows as you worry yourself over what to choose on a menu with nothing priced less than ˙✧12500 mora, simply crushes him.

He can never sit right with himself when you have that anxious look on your face, it makes him feel like he’s failing as your partner. And over something so small as a handful of mora! He finds it necessary to talk you through the logic of the situation rather than your—for lack of better word—illogical fixation on a metaphysical number.

“Sweetheart,”, he calls in that soothing, deep vibration of his voice that feels like resting in the coolest, calmest waters of Fontaine, “I am the Chief Justice of Fontaine; as such, I’ve been entrusted to oversee both criminal and civil trials due to my ability to apply sound judgement to otherwise complex situations, unrivaled by anyone else in the nation.”

“…”, you sit quietly with your hands in your lap and blink at him, tongue-tied as his explanation begins to make perfect sense.

“…don’t you think I would have the discernment to manage my own finances?”, he concludes, hammering his claim into you with one last strike.

You have no rebuttal. He’s pinned you so effortlessly, it’s embarrassing. Sometimes, it’s a challenge to date a man with such vast practice in rhetorical argument.

Your worries being soothed with such tact actually makes you quite flustered, your cheeks and nose turning a soft shade of red as you pout in defeat.

The way your expression graduated from nervous to sheepish with just a few sentences of reasoning makes him chuckle, reaching out to lift your chin with the knuckle of his index finger with a cheery, but reserved smile on his face.

“Darling, I’ve brought you out tonight to spoil you. Do me the honor of having some fun while we’re here? There’s nothing more I want right now than to see your beautiful smile.”

You find it’s impossible to hold back the simper that blooms on your face from that remark, to which he smirks with pride.

This was the most fulfilling trial he’s held in a century.

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hunterwritings · 4 months

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑 | 𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍

summary: "Okay so what if reader and Bi Han are in am arranged marriage for Lin Kuei businesses only and they don't love each other at all. But as time passes they soon learn more about each other and eventually love one another as wife and husband. But since Bi Han lacks past romantic/sexual experience reader "teaches" him how. (Iykwim) I hope this makes I just want more bottom!Bi Han content (self indulgent grrrrr) anyways take ur time!!" | requested here warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m!recieving), riding, breeding kink, creampie, small pregnancy mention at end, arranged marriage trope, sub!bi-han, dom!reader, wife!reader, afab!reader, bi-han is mean in the beginning, reader knows her worth! maybe ooc bi-han, notes: ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH | also there was literally another fic scarily similar to this by @kisses4lao and I want to give them some credit! Go read their fic, it's so good!! | also this is soo much longer than I thought it was gonna be

Angry wasn't even the word to describe it; what you were feeling was livid. You understood the meaning of arranged marriages and what they provided, but you couldn't say you were happy with this outcome. You were the daughter of a neighboring clan, you were trained to fight as an assassin and were on of the best in your clan. Your father had made a deal with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Bi-han's father, that if you had married Bi-han as the oldest son, your clan would be at the Lin Kuei's side whenever battle occurred.

Obviously you protested and argued as much as you could, but it was already done. You knew of Bi-han and what the Lin Kuei was capable of. Even though you hadn't spoken to Bi-han directly, you've seen his abilities on the battlefield and seen how ruthless he can be. You didn't know what to expect from this man in a marriage and honestly, you were a bit worried to find out.

Your father and Bi-han's father agreed to let the two of you meet once before the wedding, it was the best thing your father could give you from your constant protesting.

You tried to make the best of it, hoping this was a chance to get to know your future husband and hopes of him being a decent man.

You kept your head low and your hands behind your back as you walked into the temple, following close behind your father. You lifted your head up to scan the area, noticing the intricacies of the temple and how clean it was. As your eyes glazed over the room, they stopped when they met the brown eyes of your fiancé. You thought you could practically feel the temperature of the room drop when you saw him; for some reason it made you nervous. Despite your anxiousness, you were stubborn and weren't going to submit so easily.

Your father had began speaking to Bi-han's father as they both walked into another room, leaving the two of you alone in the common room. Your eyes landed on Bi-han's again as his cold expression was unbreakable.

"It's an honor to meet you, Bi-han." You break the silence, bowing deeply towards him. You could hear a groan escape his lips as he gives you a small bow before standing up straight as you do.

"This is unnecessary." He groans as his eyebrows furrow.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was regarding the two of you meeting or the marriage in general. Before you could respond, he's scoffing and turning to walk away. You shook your head in shock as you let out a scoff before walking after him.

"Have I done something wrong?" You ask, now walking beside him. All he does is scoff again and continue walking without looking at you. "It's not like I asked for this, okay? I'm just trying to make the best case scenario." He ignores you once again. You groan at his pettiness and continue to berate him.

"You should at least try and make things work, it would be so much easier-"

You are cut off by Bi-han grabbing a hold of your wrist tightly and pulling you around to pin your back against the wall. You gasp in surprise, which quickly turns to anger.

"You are a woman who talks too much." He scolds you, resting his fist aside your head, his knuckles pressed against the wall. His other hand was resting on your chest, his palm cold to the touch.

"Perhaps you have forgotten what a 'marriage' entails. I will soon be your wife and I refuse to be pushed aside as a mere foot soldier." You asserted, holding his wrist of the hand on your chest.

If looks could kill, you would be dead. But something was different, why did Bi-han's stature seem to change? Bi-han isn't used to this, he's used to taking what he wants and having no one question him, much less stand up to him. So why did he like this?

"Well that was quicker than I thought."

You hear your father's voice entering the room. The sound makes Bi-han immediately release you, causing you to almost stumble before gaining your balance. He quickly turns and gives both your father and his own a bow. You do the same, but your eyes never leave him.

"You two seem to have 'adjusted' quickly." Your father jokes, assuming you were getting along rather than fighting. "We can't stay much longer." He adds.

"It's alright, I know everything I need to now." You shot Bi-han a nasty look, your words laced with venom. His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

They said their goodbyes and bows, all while both you and Bi-han stared each other down. That was the first and last time you had seen Bi-han since your wedding day.

The day of the wedding was tense, to say the least. There was so much tension between the two of you, both refusing to admit you were wrong and being petty. You couldn't keep your eyes off each other. You wanted to believe it purely out of spite, but there was something that intrigued you about him. How could someone be so hard-headed? And as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was quite handsome. Your wedding was the first day you had seen him without his mask and you'd be lying to everyone if you said he wasn't a pretty boy.

It had been a couple weeks now and you and Bi-han have barely spoken to each other, only essential moments when you needed to speak to each other. You both wondered how long you could go giving each other the cold shoulder.

"Your father has called upon you." You announce as you walk into the shared bedroom.

You hear a groan come from Bi-han as he stands at the dresser.

"Bi-han."

"I heard you." He says as he turns back to face you.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just expect a response when spoken to." You snap back with irony and sarcasm laced in your words.

"Are you through being childish?" He snaps, his eyebrows furrowing together as he peers at you. "You cannot expect a response when you yourself are ignoring me." He adds.

All you could do is scoff before turning to walk out. Before you made it to the door, a familiar hand grabs on your wrist and spins you to face him.

"Let go." You demand as your eyes pry at his.

"I will not let our marriage continue like this." He says, is that a plead in his eyes?

"I will not ask again." You say. He releases your wrist as his gaze stays on you. "You are such a strange man. What is it that you want from me?" You ask as you rub your wrist softly. Your angered expression had softened slightly, not wanting to work up any more energy being upset. He seemed like he was taken aback by your anger dissipating and was expecting more of a fight.

"Peace." The one word was the only thing he could muster up, not that it wasn't true. He did want peace between the two of you, but it was almost an impossible task for him to admit he was wrong.

A laugh emitted from your mouth as you shook your head. You looked up at him before crossing your arms. "I didn't think you knew the meaning of that word." You smirked as he groaned and rolled his eyes at you. "Perhaps we have both been childish." You admit, looking at your feet.

"Perhaps." He reluctantly agrees.

There is a small bit of silence before you speak again.

"Bi-han ― I understand this isn't what you wanted, it's not what I wanted either; but it is now our life." You explain. You observe Bi-han slightly fidgeting with his hands, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. He lets out a sigh before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed as he listened to you.

"Just because our marriage is a result of a power deal, doesn't mean we have to make anything more difficult for ourselves. I mean ― I know that I would truly wish to make it work, rather than us being at each other's throats for the rest of our lives." You stepped closer to him until you were standing between his legs on the edge of the bed. You could see him anxiously shift as you stood in front of him, this being the closest the two of you had ever really been to each other.

"That would be the best option." He says as he looks down.

"Bi-han." You reach a finger under his jaw to make him look up at you. His gaze was soft now and he was trying to pay attention to every word you say; this side of Bi-han was foreign to you.

"I am your wife, your equal, I don't wish to be treated as lower than you." You say, not sounding condescending or demeaning but trying to sound as genuine as possible. "And perhaps ― in time ― the connection between us will be genuine." Your hands now softly held his face, and you could see his body physically relax. His eyes shut as he practically leans into your hand as he lets out a loud sigh. You could tell he wasn't used to this kind of affection or any affection at all, you would assume. Your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks as his eyes finally opened again to look up at you. You knew he wanted to speak, wanted to pour his heart out to you in this vulnerable state and tear down his walls to you, but he never did. All he could do was admire you as he looked up. He guessed that he had never gotten a close look at every detail on your face and shames himself for doing so; you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen.

After sitting in silence for a moment, just observing eachothers faces, you lean down to his level. You softly press your lips against his, moving your hand to press against the nape of his neck. You felt him sigh against your lips as one of his hands snakes up your leg and grips at your thigh.

You pull away for a moment as he groans quietly, scanning his face to make sure he's not protesting your actions. Your question was quickly answered when Bi-han leaned up and harshly pressed his lips against yours, using his free hand to grab behind your neck and pull you even closer to him. The amount of force he used caused you to fall on top of him onto the bed, your lips never breaking contact as you hit the bed. His arms snaked up to wrap around your waist and pull your body closer to his.

Very needy, you thought.

You hiked up your legs so that you were straddling him, feeling him hum against your lips as he felt your weight shift on top of him. Your lips moved roughly against his. He was messy and gripping at whatever part of your body he could. You pulled away from him for a second, hearing a frustrated groan from Bi-han. "Move." You quickly say as he abides, to your surprise, and you both shift so that Bi-han is resting his back against the headboard.

You crawl up to him and press your lips on his again as he eagerly grabs a hold of the back of your head to pull you deeper. You sit down on his lap with his legs in between yours as you begin grinding against his pelvis.

A strained moan falls from his lips before he grips your hips and halts their movements. As you pull away from his lips, he leans forward and presses his forehead against your shoulder, hiding his face from you as he huffed.

"I'm sorry, I can stop ―" You nervously began to push yourself off of you him but he held you still, not moving his head from your shoulder.

"No." He breathes out. "I'm ― " He begins, slowly lifting his head to look at you, his cheeks flustered. "―not well versed." His eyes are pleading with you.

"Oh, okay." You say with a smile creeping up on your face.

"Laugh and I will kill you."

"No, no, it's not funny." You shake your head with a smile as you look down. "It's just ― a surprise." You smirked with your hands snaking up his torso and gently lying on the sides of his neck.

"You've laid with other men?" He asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Only a few, none as dashing as you." You smirk. "Why? Are you jealous, my husband?" You inch closer to his face, seeing his eyes dart from yours and down to your lips.

"Maybe." He breathes out.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask.

"No." He once again pulls your face to meet his as he moves his lips against yours. Your hips began their pace against his, feeling his bulge through his pants. His grip on your head moved downwards to hold your hips as they moved back and forth. You pulled way for moment to remove your top, along with your bra. Bi-han's face goes even more flush than it was before now seeing your bare chest in front of him. You grabbed a hold of his hands and brought them to your breasts, him instinctively squeezing down and eliciting a soft moan from you. Bi-han felt his cock twitch in his pants just by the sound that fell from your lips, knowing he could very well cum just from that.

You reach down and begin to undo the top of his Lin Kuei uniform until his chest was bare. His chest was mesmerizing, he was incredibly fit and had more muscles than you even knew existed. Your hands ran their way up his abs and gripped at his large biceps. Your lips attack his once more as he continues to play with your breasts. You slowly moved from his lips down to his jaw and then down to his neck. Loud sucking noises were heard as you sucked harshly on the skin of his neck, hoping to leave dark hickeys on his neck. He was holding back his voice, but with every press of your lips on his neck he let out a labored moan.

Moving down his chest you left red hickeys on his collarbone and pecs, pulling away to be proud of successfully marking your husband as your own.

"You're so pretty, Bi-han." You smile before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

You pull away and drop down to position your body between his legs. Your hands gripped at his pants to free his cock, it was already falling with precum. He was pretty big, it almost made you a bit nervous. Your hand stroked him up and down a few times as you looked up to watch his face contort as his hands gripped at the sheets next to him. He was using all of his willpower to not cum on the spot.

You pressed kisses up his shaft until you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

"F-fuck... please." Bi-han pleaded, beads of sweat falling from his brow.

You chuckled before happily taking him in your mouth. A loud groan was heard from Bi-han as his hands reached up to grip the headboard behind him. Your head bobbed up and down on his shaft as Bi-han was trying to control his breathing. Lewd sounds filled the room as you could feel that Bi-han was close to cumming by how his hips jerked up into your mouth. You felt him hit the back of your throat as you took all of him, humming at his taste.

"Shit!" He was pushed over the edge as you heard a loud moan fall from his lips as his hips pushed up into your mouth before spilling his seed down your throat. You swallowed his cum as you pulled off of his cock with a 'pop' sound. He looked down at you with red cheeks and his mouth slightly agape, he knew this feeling was addicting and was better than anything he could've done himself.

Before crawling back over him, you removed your bottoms and underwear. You sit down on his torso, feeling his aching cock spring against your ass.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, my love." You reassure him as you pressed a soft kiss to his cold lips. "Trust me, you won't be thinking of any other woman when I'm done ― make you addicted to me. " You smirk seeing a small smile form on his face, it was the first time you had seen him smile.

"You are confident, I like it." He says, still heaving from his orgasm.

A small chuckle escapes your mouth before kissing him, pressing your tongue in his mouth this time, him being able to taste himself in your mouth.

Keeping your lips on his, you reach down and position his shaft at your entrance as you hover over him. You slightly press the tip at your slit, slowly entering you. Bi-han pulls away from your lips when you sink down about halfway down his cock, his head falling against the pillow as he moans. You grip at his shoulders as a whimper falls from your lips, your chest heaving up and down as you slowly sink down further until you bottom out on his cock. Your nails scratch against his chest as you take a moment to feel him stretch you out.

Finally, you slowly grind your hips against his as the two of you moan loudly. Your grabbed tightly at his shoulders as you lifted your hips up halfway around his cock and drop down on him.

"Fuck... wait! ― gonna cum too early." He sighed as his hands jumped up to grip as your waist, feeling the tips of his fingers being ice cold. You chuckled before lifting up and dropping down on him again, whimpering at the feeling of you. Getting the hang of it, you bounced up and down on his cock as the two of you drowned out each others moans.

"Fuck Bi-han..." You whimper out, feeling yourself faltering as you were nearing your orgasm.

You felt Bi-han raise his hips to meet yours as you bounced on his cock, causing you to throw your head back as a loud moan ripped from you.

"I'm gonna ― " Bi-han dug his nails into your thighs, sure enough to leave marks, showing that he was close. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as you clenched harshly around him. You reached down and pressed your forehead against his as you held his head in your hands as you continued your movements.

"Cum in me, Bi-han." You begged. His breath hitched hearing your request, but he held strong.

"But ― " He began.

"Please Bi-han, I need to feel you inside me, filling me with your children..." You pleaded as Bi-han lost all self control and spilled himself inside you with a load groan as he held his hips up in the air to get the deepest inside you. Feeling Bi-han cum inside you was enough to push you over the edge and you came hard around his cock, clenching tightly and milking him dry. Strained whimpers left your mouth as you slowly grinded against his pelvis to ride out your high. Bi-han looked down at your entrance seeing a circle of cum surrounding your entrance and his cock, almost enough to make him hard again.

You panted heavily as you hid your face in his neck, feeling beads of sweat fall from his skin onto yours. You pulled away and observed Bi-han in this state, seeing strands of his hair stuck to his sweaty skin and tired eyes as he looked up at you. You reached your hands up to hold his cheeks in your palms as you felt his hands rest softly on your waist.

"As good as I said?" You chuckled.

"Better." He closes his eyes as he lies his head against the headboard. "You want to carry my child?" He pants as he opens his eyes and looks up at you.

"Of course I do, but you will have to keep filling me up until you put a child in me." You smirk as you press your forehead against his.

"I can do that." He smirks before leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

#— hunterwritings #hunterwritings #mk1 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han smut #sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero smut

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astroels · 1 year

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hiiiii- I absolutely love love love your writing! 💕

I was wondering if you could please write hcs with Ellie and reader who either had an sh relapse or she finds scars on them?

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ -𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡- ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A/n: thank you for the request, hope ur okay love <33

Warnings: talk about s/h, just brief mentions, no description of action

When Ellie first sees your scars, she wouldn't think of them as self-harm. She'd probably think they were from the journey of your life leading you to Jackson. It was a rough world out there after all. Ellie wouldn't point them out or openly ask in a social group what they were. She honestly never considered that people purposefully harmed themselves, considering condition that were being lived in. The conversation would probably happen in her shed, while you cuddled.

"Annnndd, how did you get these ones?" She touched your scars, grazing them in a massaging way.

You'd be a little hesitant to tell her, wondering how she'd react. It had to be said flat out. You couldn't beat around the bush. "Uhm, I have dealt with self-harm, if you're aware of the term." You said while fiddling with her sweater strings, nervous.

Ellie had briefly read some information about it while exploring a hospital. "Is everything alright now?" Ellie wouldn't want to overstep or make it seem like a big deal and overact. "For the most part, it still hits like crazy sometimes, though." Your voice breaking, not wanting to admit it in fear.

"I'll be here for you babe, whenever y'need me, okay?" She'd say gently, playing with your hair and holding you closer to her.

Although Ellie didn't want you to know she worried, she'd always be there checking up on you, especially if it was an upsetting day, and she saw you storm off. She didn't want to treat you differently, but also didn't want to see you struggle.

She'd give you at least two minutes alone and then go check up on you. "Hey, babe?" She'd knock, "You alright?"

You wouldn't want to open the door, but you know that'd just make Ellie worry more. "Yeah." The door would stay close for moments until you worked up the courage to open it. When you did open it, she'd be the first to talk.

"What's going on, babe?" She'd hold you close, in a hug that leaves you near her shoulder. The way she was gentle and her tone of voice made the tears in your eyes swell up so much more.

Ellie always got either a "Nothing," while she continued to physically comfort you, or she'd recieve you spilling all your feelings with no stop.

"Thank you Els, I love you." Is all you would be able to say after her comforting

" 's no problem, I love you too baby." Still in her arms of soothing motions on your back.

Although Ellie wasn't good with comforting you verbally, it still came in actions and physical touch. So when she found you after a relapse, you knew she'd be there to distract you or help you. You never really had to say it out loud, there was always this look, this tension that you gave off when something was wrong.

"Ellie." You'd say while with her. The moment she looked you in the eyes, she knew. Your eyes would be filled with the emptiness that came after relapsing.

" Oh baby." She'd come close to you to bring you into a hold " 'ts alright."

She'd have you on the couch, watching movies with her, catering to your hunger needs, kissing your forehead every now and then, playing with your hair, anything to make you fall into her comfort.

Ellie would stay awake until you fell asleep, knowing that you're safe. She'd continue to hold you and whisper sweet nothings. "You're so precious to me, my love." She'd eventually doze off with you.

Ellie never got mad at you for relapsing, never made you feel like you were broken. She made sure you knew that her love would stay, that she'd never get tired, that she was there for you. She knew her love couldn't stop you from relapsing, but she did her best to help you heal. She loved you unconditionally, never turning away from you.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #tlou ellie #tlou 2

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pansyfemme · 3 months

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hey i just found your blog and wanted to let you know that your gender expression is exactly what i want for myself, but i'm so afraid of getting there.

I identified as nonbinary for four years before I started T and soon after that realized I was just a binary trans man. I used to dress pretty feminine a lot of the time, I used to wear a lot of makeup, jewelry, skirts and dresses, etc and I wasn't ashamed of it. I even would dress up in drag sometimes, and I still have all of that stuff. but I also had really severe dysphoria that was so debilitating. when I started T and first began to pass, I gained a bunch of weight and no longer fit a lot of my feminine clothes. And I stopped dressing feminine at all.

For months I was soaking up the euphoria of now passing as male, it was so amazing and such a huge relief. I liked being masculine a lot of the time, I gradually ended up turning into a bear, and I loved that. But eventually I started to miss my old style, I missed wearing makeup and I missed it all. I started wearing earrings again to work, my boss always comments on them that she loves them, and it makes me happy. But it's not enough.

I have really deeply ingrained internalized homophobia, it's probably something I need to work on but right now I have a lot else on my plate. I live in a blue state, in a progressive city, I've never experienced any LGBT hate personally directed at me, but the fear is still there. I'm also terrified of people assuming I'm nonbinary again, because I know with my heart that isn't me. I'm a man, there is no question to my maleness at all to me. It took me a long time to realize that. Even now that I pass, my dysphoria fears are still there, and I fear that dressing how I want to would cause people to misgender me again, but this time as nonbinary instead of female.

I have a bunch of money in gift cards at this one costume/vintage store I got most of my old stuff at, I want to go and revamp my closet with stuff that fits me now, but I'm so afraid now that I pass as male. I'm afraid of the judgmenet, trying to be a feminine man when I am neither skinny nor hairless.

Do you have any words of advice at all? Looking at the photos in your pinned post, you give me so much gender envy. And we're the same age. I wish I could get to where you are but I have so much fear preventing me. Thank you for your time, hope you are having a wonderful day <3

First of all, thank you for such a sweet honest message. It means a lot that I could be someone you think of to seek advice from.

Given your concerns, i cannot tell you that it's going to be easy. I'm also from a progressive city in a blue state, but even there, i get a lot of rude words shouted from cars, laughs at me, and a lot of hurtful statements pretty reguarly. I also have that issue of people assuming im detranstioning or nonbinary. I'm not saying these things to caution you against it, because I continue to dress the way I do regardless of these things, but I want to be fully honest about how I experience going out in public the way I do. I'm lucky enough to have very supportive friends, teachers and classmates, that are both positive towards, and downright thrilled about the way I present.

I feel very similarly towards my maleness. I identified with various labels in middle and highschool, but remained he/him pronouns and leaned masculine until i realized that perhaps I was just a man who enjoyed presenting femininly. The original transition back to dressing feminine happened while i was still identifying as nonbinary, but already on hrt. For a period of time, i decided to present very differently. I was on hrt, but i shaved all my body hair, wore heavy makeup, and i still had my chest at the time, so i essentially presented as what most would percieve as a cis female but continued to use he/him. This wasn't an act of detransiton, it was actually based on consistant bodyshaming i recieved from another trans person in my life. I'm just spelling this out because at different times in my transiton, i have presented as masculine, feminine, androgynous and something in between both before and after medical transiton. I still have days I choose to take on a more masculine apperance in public for various reasons, though I no longer have the ability to pass as a cis woman. I believe that gender presentation is fully fluid, and I've become pretty comfortable moving between different states of being even when my idenity remains static. What you are percieved as externally has very little to do with your internal idenity, and being fluid in presentation doesn't mean your personal identity is fluid.

For me, the best ways I could manage presenting the way I do is the fact that I have a personal network of people who are very confidently supportive of my choices, as well as seeing a regular therapist who encouraged my crossdressing after seeing how happy it made me. You have to be aware that even if you are already visably queer, this will increase it signifigantly. Queer visability can be good, and theres no way to entirely turn off your visability, but understanding that dressing like this can become stressful or anxiety inducing is a big factor. I, for example, never use gendered public restrooms unless i am presenting masculinely. The main positives of dressing this way is that it can feel really genuine. I don't feel like a girl in makeup and skirts, I feel and look like how I am. You'll also notice a decline in people gendering you specifically transmasculinly. Yes, people will assume you're trans, but you will be left to tell people your actual identity. While having they/them used on you can be an issue, I find people ask your pronouns a lot more often when they can't directly assume he/him or she/her. This has led to me gaining a lot of control over my own coming out, and me being able to tell someone my idenity in my words because they can't fit into boxes immediatly. So yes, people may assume you are nonbinary. However, this can manifest in different ways, including people being less likely to assume things as all, if that makes sense.

The issue with being fat and hairy and presenting femininly can manifest in a lot of ways. It's just an assumption that people make that a man who presents femininly must be skinny, hairless, and submissive. The power we have is being able to show people that that isn't reflective of our community. As a guy on here who's gained a lot of following specifically for being a feminine man who is not what people may expect by that description has lead to a lot of people telling me they've experimented a lot more with gender presentation, and that means a lot. I cannot tell you that people will be polite about it. However, I have experienced a lot of love towards me because of those aspects of me as well, and that's really exciting.

I appriciate the ask. sorry it took a few days.

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love-hol1c · 10 months

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Hi! This feels weird, but can I ask for Relationship headcanons for Reimu and Sanae? Have a nice day

HI!!! DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!! also yes, ask and u shall recieve!! i just hope what ur talking about is what im thinking cause if not, feel free to tell, and ill muster up another one for ya immediately!!!

-relationship headcanons with reimu and sanae!! [touhou] REIMU [BEFORE RELATIONSHIP] - wouldn't be the first one to confess, but would definitely give subtle hints - realized she had feelings for you once she noticed that she started getting a little more shy (somewhat) around you - "me? red? no that's the sun." - def stubborn about her feelings and doesn't admit it, but when YOU confessed, she was just like jaw-dropped. mouth agape, probably blushing, before trying to compose herself - "oh, well- i, uh, that's..." - wouldn't know what to say atp LOL - she just stands there, completely flabbergasted - eventually a few seconds after trying to process that you like her back, she also confesses, and yippie yippie yay u guys get together [DURING RELATIONSHIP] - she's not one for PDA, but would maybe hold your hand, pat your head, or be a little nicer to you than usual - she'd def be overprotective of you, trying to see if anything had hurt you, for example, a youkai. she'd probably fight said youkai for that (no matter if ur human or youkai, she'd try to pick a fight with anyone who hurt you, if mad enough) - "sorry, i just.. er, i don't wanna see you hurt." - isn't fond of kissing, but if you were to kiss her, she'd just let it happen, slightly embarrassed, but she knows its your way of showing affection maybe - in private, she likes embracing you, giving you a small kiss on the forehead, maybe try to impress you with her spell cards whenever she fights, etc etc - would NOT say 'i love you' to you, but would probably show you affection enough to let you know that she does - overall she's stubborn, but hey she still loves u yayaya SANAE [BEFORE RELATIONSHIP] - she'd probably be a bit dense about her feelings, and shrug it off - but like after a while she starts to wonder why her heart races a little more whenever you're around - would def be obviously flustered over small gestures of affection from you, but tries to play it cool - she definitely bombards you with a lot of stuff, she's like a chatterbox with you - "hey!! how are you?! im so glad to see you!!" - definitely melts when she sees you happy - maybe while you're talking to her, she accidentally spills out her feelings and then stays silent a few seconds after realizing - "aww, this is why i love you so much!!- wait." - becomes super red - starts apologizing for slipping up and hopes that you wouldn't leave her cause of sudden confession - when you tell her that you like her too, she becomes absolutely happy and excited - "r..really?!?! OH MY GOOOSHHH!!!" - super yehey [DURING RELATIONSHIP] - unlike reimu, she would DEFINITELY be one sucker for PDA - you want a kiss? she'll give you one! - hold her hand? HELL YEAH!! - hug her? she would never say no to that!! - she'll make it SO obvious that you're her s/o, telling it to all her friends, maybe bragging about it a bit - "oh yeah! MY S/O!!! gave me a hug today!!!!!" - super excited with you, giving you all the attention and affection possible, and maybe vice versa - if u don't like PDA, she'll try to resist and stop herself from absolutely loving the heck out of you - "hi s/o!!! i just wanted to tell you today that I LOVE YOU!!!" - she's very happy u liked her back, and would spend AS MUCH time with you as possible no matter what - if you're busy, she'll give you space, but would check up on you every now and then - overall shes a very sweet gf to have and would do anything to make you happy

#touhou project x reader #touhou #sanae kochiya #reimu hakurei #x reader #touhou x reader #2hu #felt a little silly #silly goofy mood #hi guys #i loove touhou #idk what else to tag #please help #give more requests ill try to fill them out if im available thanks

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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heyy i wanted to request something

im a very affectionate and loving person, almost clingy, and i often feel like no one loves me as i love them and i dont recieve the same "love" that i give back. Sooo i wanted to request reader feeling like that with levi? like maybe he doesnt love them as much

its perfectly fine if you dont want to :))

No!!! You deserve to feel all the love you give x2!!!! I will give it to you! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Ok I think I did it the way you wanted but if I'm going down the wrong path, let me know and I will fix. I did change it a little bit so that he does love you, just wasn't sure how to express it which is why he seemed different. Also if you have a better title for this, PLEASE tell me...titles are hard. So sorry about the wait! Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Affecting Affection

Trigger Warning: Due to the nature of the request there is mentions of neglect and emotionally unstable relationship. Happy ending but please keep this in mind while you read.

Levi doesn't quite understand affection. The description of the word that his mind creates is blurry just like all of his memories of what it feels like to receive this much love.

At first he would be jerking away from your affection only because it was so new to him. It took weeks before he would let you hold his hand, let you play with his hair or even to cuddle against his chest. You be hardly ever seen his face while you initiate thats thing and any time you've asked him to looka t you, you're always greeted with glare and incoherent grumble.

Levi's never been the one to start something either. He just seems so distant and it's not a surprise to see him ignore the changes in your behavior. You've become less touchy, less persistent to get him to get him to take a break and lie with you for a while, you're there in the room but only the body of the person he loves.

It takes him a while but eventually he does notice. It's late...better term, its early morning, when he hears your sleepy voice from the cracked door of the bedroom. Its faint but there's nothing else to cause noise so he can hear you. Theres small whimpers and he gets up to check on you. As he reaches the door, you mutter and he feels his chest constrict.

"Why don't you love me anymore?" Its unclear to whom you're talking to in your dream but it triggers his mind to replay the last couple of weeks. Your absence is outline in red in his memories. The fallen look on your face when you leave him to his work, the way you silently deliver his tea and snacks, you even stopped staying goodnight before you retire.

Panic settles in his body and he backs away from the door so he won't wake you. He hates it. He hates that he's treated you like this because he was afraid of getting used to your affections. He was scared of it and scared of admitting it to you. Some partner he was.

He left his work on his desk and changed into something better to rest on before approuching the empty side of the bed. Slowly he joined you and turned onto his side. His arms reached under the blanket and loosely held your waist. He must've looked ridiculous and his cheeks burned at the thought of it but he managed to snuggle up to you. "I'm sorry" he mumbled into your hair while you continued to sleep. Your subconscious felt him there and you turned slightly to such your face in his chest. He smiled a little and stayed with you for the remaining hours of darkness.

When you woke up, your were greeted by the soft fabric of his shirt and the feeling of fingers in your hair. You looked up to see Levi's head facing the window. He had yet to notice your awakening. This was odd to you, normally he's already dressed and making tea in the messhall, but right now, he's in your shared bed, holding you. You squirm a little to sit up and the familiar flinch from Levi returns. He looks at you and you see the flicker of concern and shock in his eyes. He says nothing, eyes darting down, but his arms are still around you

"Did you...want me to move?" He asks and you blink in confusion. Why would you want that? He's being affection, awkward as hell maybe, but at least he's trying. "Did you want to?" You make him look at you and he sighs.

"I don't know...I'm-" he breaks off looking for the right words and a way to day it that wasn't going to make you feel bad.

"I'm uncomfortable with this, not because of you but because...I don't know how to do this. I heard you talking in your sleep earlier. I love you more than anything, I don't say it enough and I doubt that I express it enough but I do love you" he admits. His body has gone stiff and the silence that settled between the two of you, feels like its choking him.

"I want to know how I can make you feel loved...but I need you to teach me" he continues and looks at you. You're speechless. For good and bad reasons.

The bad being that it took him weeks to figure out that you were acting strange, for nearly ignoring since you guys got together, that even how he's still so hesitant about this.

But he's trying to make amends, and if you've learned anything about Levi, it's that he stays true to his word. The fact that he hasn't left you yet despite his own discomfort, is proof of that already.

"Alright, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook Ackerman" you tease and he relaxes.

"I'm well aware. Thank you" he nods.

"For starters, we are going to stay here for a bit longer and cuddle. If you're going to hold me like this, get comfortable first" you instruct and he does, lying down a bit more to relieve the ache in his back. You then nustled back into his side and he wrapped his arms around you yet again.

"Levi, if I'm gonna teach you how to do this, I need you to tell me what is comfortable, what's new and if you need time to adjust to it, and what not to do" you locked eyes with him.

"This is about you just as much as it's about me" you added and he nods.

"This, this is ok. Thank you for being so patient with me" he smiled a little.

"Thank you for taking this risk" you kissed his lips. He hummed as he returned the kiss, cupping you cheek. You smiled as you pulled away.

Over the next few weeks, you and Levi grew closer as you slowly made progress with him understanding your loving ways. He started to respond better to your touches, engaging with you more when you brought snacks during his late hours of work, even started to plan smaller dates and initiate more cuddles and kisses on his own.

There was a few times when things didn't work well, like when Levi attempted to help rub your back in after a long day of training but you were to ticklish to hold still and it stressed him about hurting you. Or when you tried to cover him with a blanket after he fell asleep at his desk but your fingers brushed his neck which woke him up and set him on guard. They were funny but equally embarrassing on both sides. But it's a work in progress and something you thought you would never see. Sure he still isn't as affectionate as you but at least now he's doing more to show his love for you. As more time passes, who knows, maybe Levi will become as affectionate as you.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #rouge thoughts #drabbles

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katiiaaax · 2 years

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The important things that I wish those who love & know me could understand about me

Let's clarify; I do NOT want to die. I think I just lack the capacity to succeed in life. Loved ones describe me as "too soft", "dumb", "so nice that it's really irritating and looks pathetic" and I tend to "just let people treat and talk to you like shit and giggle about it".

All these things are true. I let the world and the people around me climb up onto myof shoulders while I'm slowly sinking into the ground and burying myself alive under all of their weight. All because I'm so fearful of hurting anybody else that I harm myself trying to make them happy.

Then maybe, after all of that, I might be somebody's first option; the only option they wanted or needed; I would just be enough for them to finally love me, respect me and be proud of me instead of feeling like I can't come out from behind their shadow to be treated as an equal, instead of just a fraction.

I've gone my about life with one key consistency, my mantra or motto I guess. The model in which I've been content with living my life.

It goes; "If I can just give people enough of myself, eventually they will love me; they have to, right? Eventually those people will give me the love that I've been ripping away at pieces of myself and giving it to them just to try and receive back. I'm not asking for too much… am I? Maybe I am asking for too much, I don't need it anyway… "

They say that you can't pour from an empty cup, but I think you can pour as much as you're willing to let go of. I've always chosen to give more, even if the recipient never even bothered to glance back my way and say thank you. All because I had always naiively hoped that life was fair, that the world and its people weren't inherently cruel, and that eventually I would also one day be worthy for somebody to finally love me as I them, and recieve the same care and regard and kindness as I was giving because surely I would deserve it, then.

That's not the way it works, but my reasoning as to 'why' may differ from most; I believe that to love somebody is to understand them. To TRULY understand somebody requires the patience and effort that most people have limited themselves of, because its often painful and testing. To understand somebody is to accept them for whom they are, what they have to offer, and here's the not-so-whimsical factor; how much they are WILLING to offer, regardless of what they actually have to give. Ironically, to me, the willingness to give is the most crucial of all three- because if you are not willing to give everything you have to give plus anything else, you are not selfless enough to be able to understand somebody, accept somebody REGARDLESS of whether you actually agree with their particular ideals or love them fully. This is because the true extent and the purity of the love you give are limited to what you're willing to understand and also accept, faults inclusive.

If I were to die today, I think that it will lift the burden of carrying me through life off of everybody else's shoulders- I've been told that being in love with me and loving me is more like a curse than a gift, and that hurts, because I struggle to see even the cruelest actions perpetrated by the person I love as a curse. Instead I try to improve myself, thinking that if I can just be 'perfect' that I'll finally be that special gift that gets shown off because everything that you needed is in that one gift box, and no other gifts can ever match the sentiment that you only feel upon receiving perfection.

This is the one thing that I wish the people whom I love and who love me could understand. I'm not perfect, I'm not always right nor do I always make the correct decisions, but in your frustration please try to remember that I always tried to, because all that mattered to me was whether I was good enough to love you and be loved by you.

Keep this is mind:

Everytime something was said or done to me that was exceptionally hurtful, I just assumed that I had to try harder to make that person see my value and worth, and so I would keep giving more of myself away to people who continued to pick away at my self worth and watched me unravel.

My ultimate thought being "If they could just see the pain I was in because of their behaviour, they may realise what they have and stop doing things that were hurting me. Why won't they stop hurting me even though they can see what it's doing to me?"

I would cry for hours asking myself what I wasn't doing enough of to make them stop what they were doing that was destroying me.

I would always give up on myself before I could bring myself to give up on somebody I love.

Written by Kate Gentile

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swag-0n-duty · 7 days

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Swagger Fluff Head Cannons :3

Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He actually mostly enjoys to stay inside, snuggling, cooking, gaming, any little inside activities with his S/O. But if he had to go outside, he'd prefer to do something competitive because he loves to show off, especially in front of his S/O.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves a good pelvis and hips. Especially protruding ones, if he's laying on his S/O his hands are usually somewhere around the hips and his face definitely stuffs itself around the pelvis or lower abdomen.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He isn't great with comfort, he can be an affectionate little bugger but when it comes to consoling people it's an awkward pat kind of thing and heightened over protectiveness. He doesn't even know how to take care of himself, but when it comes to his S/O he tries his hardest.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He wants to give them the best fucking wedding ever, everything paid for by him, everything his S/O would want in the wedding would be right there. Atleast that's what he hopes for, he wants it to last and he wants his S/O to be proud of him.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He is secretly less dominant in the relationship, he follows every command his S/O gives without question, but he honestly believes that if there were any control in the relationship, he'd be the one in control.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He apologised instantly for most fights when he realises it isn't playful, but he kind of just stays quiet when his S/O is wrong, he thinks that telling them that they're in the wrong would make them have a lesser image of him (due to past relationships) :(

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Call the little bastard clueless because he is, he's hyper aware of compliments but he's got no clue how to seem grateful for it. Thanks doesn't seem like enough but he probably just says 'I know' when it comes to recieving compliments. Gifts, however, he gives them ten times bigger. S/O gets him a vinyl of the band he likes? He gets them and autograph from the band they like alongside concert tickets.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He's very secretive when it comes to negative emotions, but when he's proud of something he's the loudest and cockiest bastard on God's green earth. He keeps both sad and fun secrets, and he loves when his secrets can turn into surprises because then he feels less guilty for having his other secrets.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

His S/O definitely made him find new hobbies, they also turned him into a clingy mess. He'd never seen him so affectionate until he realised he was inlove, and now he's instinctively turned into an affectionate little puppy. Eventually, his S/O would help him be more honest with his emotions, and he would help his S/O feel proud of their body and themselves.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He can get really jealous, like when a cat senses another cat's scent on their human. He expresses his jealousy through angry cuddling, where he basically just looks moody and cuddles his S/O so tight they probably won't be able to move. He's very subtle with his jealousy but he gets it alot.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He's sloppy as fuck. He's more focused on tasting his S/O's sweetness to the point he probably accidentally hurts them (nothing too much, accidentally digging his teeth too hard into their lip or squeezing them too tightly when he holds them etc). He's affectionate but has no clue how to be gentle.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Miserably attempting to hold their hand, maybe even managing to write something cute on their skin if he manages to get them to let him. He can't just say it, the most he'll do is give too many letters to count.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Like I said, he really wants to get married, he wants to waste his money on their enjoyment, he couldn't care about the wedding as long as it's what his S/O wants and he can see a giddy smile on their face.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He probably calls his S/O a mix of French and Polish nicknames/pet names (E.g 'Bonbon' [Sweets in French])

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Turns into the most affectionate man every, gloating about his S/O, holding his S/O in public, giving sloppy kisses in public, all that jazz.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

At first he doesn't want anyone to know, if someone were to ask if they were dating he'd be all 'What!? No! Sure, they're amazing and sexy as fuck and I'd die for them but dating? Pshh, absolutely not!'. And then when he's ready to make it public, he's a showoff, he's all 'I got this and you didn't, HAHA!' and all that proud buzz.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Shockingly a good cook, like, he's the best at apology food and anniversary food and honestly all foods. He's a mad crazy baker though, probably does baking as a pass time.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Secretly learnt to crochet for his lover, and now finds himself making wool roses and wool vaces. Romantic shit? Pfft, nah, crochet.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He loves seeing his S/O rise to the top, he'll make them a path to go forward if he can, he'll use whatever he has to make sure they get what they want.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He's honestly scared of new shit but if they want it? He'll absolutely allow it. But he has to be the best at it, he'll try extra hard.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He gets to know everything about his S/O, he desperately searches for every drop of information he can get through social media or his S/O himself. He really likes when he can fully understand his S/O as it'll make his incessant gift giving seem even better (in his own opinion).

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship means everything to him, he'd kill for his S/O, he'll die for his S/O. It would probably manage to reach a level where he's a worshipper to an invaluable God.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He starts off as a tsundere type, very clingy and in denial. And then he's like, 'oh shit I want this person in my life' and gets extremely infatuated, probably kept a photo by his bed before he even confessed and cut out photos of them on wedding magazines.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He loves cuddling, sleeping, aftercare, whatever, he cuddles every time he can (he probably talks in his sleep). And loads of sloppy cheek kisses if he can't reach the lips too.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Whining. Alot of 'I miss u :(' messages, cuddling their clothes or plushies and staring at their photo like he lost them forever. He very much acts like a dog.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He probably takes 'I'll kill for you and I'll die for you' a little too seriously. Probably would go bankrupt for his S/O.

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quindolyn · 3 years

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Can I request a Sub! James Potter? Where he did something bad, and reader had to punish him, with some amazing aftercare afterwards?

Permission || James Potter

Word Count: 3016

A/N: This was also requested by @triciam06 and I hope you all enjoy it! I’m the biggest sucker for sub!James. His punishment isn’t anything too severe because I a) don’t think that James would ever break a rule more severe than the one he breaks in this piece and that’s because he’s the most obedient sub and b) I love him but he couldn’t take a hardcore punishment.

Warnings: Mommy kink, sub!James, overstim, light punishment, aftercare

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It was funny really, how easily you could get him off on your hand alone. Desperate to be your good boy James was trying his very best not to buck up into your hand as you lazily flicked your wrist up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally brushing over the blushing tip of his weeping cock.

You dragged your eyes over his perspiring form, his strong hands balled into fists, clenching the soft material of the sheets in between his fingers. He had his back arched against the bed, messy black hair fanning out around his face which was flushed, painting his cheeks a pretty rosy pink. With tears swimming in his eyes, which were there from the tremendous effort he was putting into delaying his orgasm until you said he could cum, your Jamsie was the picture of obedience.

Continuing your hand’s movements on his throbbing cock, a lopsided smirk caressed your face as you moved the hand not on his member to grope at your breast, it only seemed fair that you got to touch yourself as you watched this.

“M-Mommy,” He stuttered out, blinking up at you owlishly, his glasses were still perched atop his nose, but now resting crooked on his face.

Your hand abandoned your breast, instead moving to correct his glasses, “On or off baby?” You cooed gently, gazing down at him adoringly, he was being such a good boy for you, not cumming until he was told he could. He always followed instruction so well.

“Off please,” James whimpered, turning his face so that you could more easily access his eyewear.

“Such good manners,” You praised, folding the legs of the glasses in towards the lenses before you set them down on the nightstand table. In your efforts to discard his glasses you had to lean a bit meaning that James’ painfully hard prick slipped from the palm of your hand, slapping against the hard muscles of his lower abdomen.

You grinned wickedly at the small whimper that left his mouth, watching as he flexed his fingers you knew he was just desperate to get one of his hands on his cock, he was so close to cumming and the both of you knew it.

“Aww baby,” You crooned, eyes never leaving his member, “It looks so pretty right there, lying on your tummy,” You extended a single finger, running it up the length of his prick, following a particularly pronounced vein, “Thinking that I might just let it sit there, be a shame to mess up something so pretty.”

“Mommy,” James sniffled, “Mommy please, I need your hand, I need to cum pretty please, I’ve been your good boy, I deserve to cum.”

You let out a dry chuckle, expertly recapturing his cock in your hand you resumed your hand’s motions on his length. Your movements were considerably quicker than they had been, as you tugged on his prick you tugged him closer and closer to his orgasm until the tears pooling in his eyes leaked out of the corners. Leaving twin trails down his temples as his pleading eyes stared into yours.

“You think you deserve to cum baby? You think you deserve for Mommy to let you make a mess all over her hand?”

“Uh huh,” He whined, squeezing his eyes closed as he nodded his head vigorously, James pulled the soft cushion of his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting harshly before releasing it in all of its swollen glory.

“I don’t know pretty boy, I think you can wait a bit longer, yeah? Be mommy’s good boy and wait till she tells you you’ve deserved it.” You countered.

Not satisfied with your answer James protested, “But Mommy-” But you quickly shut him up with a quick slap to the inside of his thigh. Not hard enough to actually hurt, just leave a pleasant stinging sensation as you rubbed your hand over the offending skin.

“Be quiet Jamie, you’ll cum when mommy says you can cum and not a fucking moment sooner,” A scowl formed on your face, evidence that you were not pleased with his contesting your ruling. Wanting to punish him for his not listening to you, you pulled even more harshly at his cock, wanting to get him so close to orgasm that he was but a subby puddle, ready to do your bidding.

“Look at you,” You cooed, your voice now carrying slight mocking as traced a delicate finger along the planes of his toned abs, following the dips and ridges, watching as he shuddered under your touch. “So pretty like this, all splayed out for me, you look so beautiful baby, so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mommy,” James groaned, “Mommy’s pretty too.”

“Good boy,” You smiled, leaning over to smear a gentle kiss along his brow, never once releasing his cock from the confines of your hand. “But if you think flattery’s gonna make Mommy let you cum, you’ve got another thing coming.”

You took a sick delight in watching him writhe and whimper beneath you as you torturously denied him his orgasm until it was too much for him to take.

His movements had him flailing around the bed as he tried so hard to listen to you, but he could feel the fire burning in his belly and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore, no matter how desperately wanted to.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum,” He screamed, bucking his hips into your hand, “I need to cum Mommy please, pretty please.”

“No,” You snipped, “Mommy’s already let you cum tonight baby, twice, no cumming until she says you can, you know the rules.” And you were right, you’d already allowed him to cum down your throat twice as you took him all the way to his pubic bone.

Your words didn’t seem to completely register with him as he continued to buck into your hand before eventually releasing his load, “Mommy I’m so sorry,” He screamed as he came on your hand, coating it in his sticky release.

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He cried as his orgasm washed over him, completely overwhelming him in pleasure until he could barely even mumble out apologies.

Watching as he trembled beneath you you continued jacking him off, using his cum as a lubricant, making it easier to move your hand along his shaft.

“Baby,” You crooned, wiping the tears off of his face with the pads of your fingers.

“S’too much Mommy, too much.” His whines were positively pathetic as he pushed his hips into the mattress, trying to put distance between his cock and your hand.

A frown found its way to your lips, “But you came without permission love, can’t just let that go unpunished, what kinda Mommy would I be if I did?”

“I know,” He whined, shamelessly squirming, trying to get out of your hold, “I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

You understood that, you had edged him for the past hour or so and you weren’t sure if even you could’ve lasted that long but he didn’t get to cum without permission, he knew that.

“Don’t wanna hear your excuses Jamie,” You were increasingly aware of how his oversensitive prick twitched in your hand, “I know it was hard baby but you know you’re not allowed to cum without permission don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, I know.”

“You gotta take your punishment for me then baby,” You explained, moving your hand to tweak one of his nipples before pulling the sensitive bud between your fingers, where you then pinched them.

“P-punishment?” He stuttered out, his wide eyes, drowned in guilt, staring back up at yours.

“Yes baby, punishment, you broke one of my rules didn’t you?” If only the boy lying in front of you knew just how much power he had over you. He wasn’t even trying, but just watching him get off was enough to flood your panties.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to be a bad boy,” He sobbed and the frankly pathetic tone of his voice as he apologized to you for the umpteenth time in the last couple of minutes was almost enough to make you relent, but not quite.

“I know my love, and you weren’t a bad boy, just a naughty boy,” What you did next counteracted the sweetness of your words as you poked your tongue out just enough to kitten lick the sensitive tip of his cock, taking immense delight as more cum leaked out of his prick. The taste of his seed was the usual perfect salty sweet blend it always was but something about that cum being, for lack of a better word, forbidden, made it taste all that much better.

“J-just naughty? Not bad?” He pleaded with both his eyes and his words, needing the praise he was so used to.

“Just naughty.” You confirmed, releasing his prick for a moment before lightly slapping your open palm against it, reveling in the way his entire body jumped at the sensation. “Now Jamsie, you gonna take your punishment like a good boy, yeah?”

“Yes,” He forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“That’s better,” You praised, continuing to overstimulate him, relishing the noises he made until whimpers turned into him bawling as fat teardrops raced down his face and down his neck.

“M’so sorry mommy, m’so sorry,” James cried shamelessly trying his best not to move.

“You were so eager to cum baby, just giving you what you wanted,” You condescended running your fingers through his locks once again to get a solid grip on them before yanking pulling a strangled moan from his lips. “Is this not what you wanted baby? Thought this was what you wanted when you came without my permission? Just giving you what you clearly want, now are you gonna be good? You said you would.”

In response you recieved a gasp as he released onto your hand again, somehow even more than last time. Feeling both selfish and wicked you bent forward, trading your earlier kitten licks for engulfing the entirety of the head of his cock, slurping on it as one would a lollipop.

The moan that ripped it’s way out of his throat was pornographic as his sensitive cock was overstimulated by the feeling of your warm, velvety mouth wrapped around it. As you allowed his cock to rest against the flat of your tongue you noticed that his cries for you to stop, that he was sorry had quieted to muffled whimpers explained by the hand clamped over his mouth.

The sight sent a surge of pride through you, here Jamie was being as obedient for you as ever because he knew what he had done was not okay. That he had broken Mommy’s rules, it was why he was so rarely punished.

Inhaling deeply through your nose you took him all the way down your throat so that the tip of his dick rested deep inside of your throat. You could feel him twitch inside of your throat and if it wasn’t the most amazing thing to feel that you didn’t know what was. Smiling around his length you decided that if his silence was anything to go by James had learned his lesson. Feeling merciful for the first time that night you swallowed around his cock, feeling him shoot what would be his last load of cum for the night down your throat.

Once he was done you eased him from your mouth, careful to keep your teeth away from his softening length.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” You asked the ruined boy beneath you as you rose to your full height before bending at the waist to smear a kiss along his cupid’s bow.

Too fucked out to use his words James gave you a small nod, his eyes lids resting closed with his lips parted, taking deep inhales of breath as he recovered from his orgasms.

“Can you use your words for me?” You lilted brushing away the hair that couldn’t seem to stay out of his face.

After a deep inhale he did, “Yes Mommy, I’ve learned my lesson,” His voice was hoarse, he sounded parched and he probably was.

Easing him up so that he was leaning up against the headboard you plucked his glasses from the bedside table, beginning to ease them onto his face before you noticed how sweaty he was. Letting the glasses rest in your lap you pulled your wand from the drawer of the nightstand using it to summon a glass of water and a damp washcloth from the bathroom.

Beginning with the cloth you wiped the sweat from his brow before tracing the damp fabric down the sides of his face, calming the heated skin as praise after praise tumbled from your lips.

“Such a good boy for me Jamie, took your punishment so well my love.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” He was still breathless.

“Don’t need to thank me anymore my love, s’time for Mommy to clean you up, yeah? Gonna help you get cleaned up for bed.”

“M’not tired,” He insisted, though if his closing eyes were any indication, he most definitely was.

Suppressing a chuckle you laid the washcloth on his thigh to soothe the warm flesh there as you brought the perspiring glass up to his lips, easing them apart to allow the cool, sweet liquid to drizzle down his throat.

“There you go darling,” You eased the glass apart from his lips to set it down and replaced it with the cloth that you continued to trace his skin with, brushing it up and down his chest and stomach, careful to avoid his sensitive nipples.

“Glasses please,” He mumbled, his hand groping at your leg, “Wanna be able to see you.”

“Of course,” You smiled, balancing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose allowing the world to come back into focus for him as he smiled at you. “Can you take another sip of water for me, pretty boy?” You asked, slipping the glass into his hands, allowing them to bring it to his lips.

He did as you asked before holding the glass in between his legs, “Did I do a good job for you, Mommy?” He looked at you with wide eyes, “I’m sorry I came without permission I just-”

“I know baby,” You cut him off gently, “You didn’t do it on purpose but Mommy still had to punish you, you understand right darling?”

He gave you a bashful nod.

“Good my love, it doesn’t make you any less of my good boy,” You gently reached for his member, handling it with the utmost care as you brought the wet cloth to it, knowing that it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience for him you were efficient in cleaning the cum off.

James hissed at the sensation, once again squirming to escape your grasp. “Gotta clean you up baby, be quick I promise,” And you were, not wanting to prolong his discomfort any further.

As James took yet another sip from the glass, one he very much needed, you pushed yourself up from the bed, traipsing over to the dresser where you removed a pair of sweatpants for him and a pair of panties to wear with one of his t-shirts for you.

You offered to help him put on his pants but James insisted that he was fine, standing up to slip the pants over his feet before pulling the waistband up where your fingers found the cord, tying it in a loose bow.

James’ body was malleable as the two of you settled into bed, with you curled into his chest you faced each other, drawing a single finger up and down his sternum.

“I really am proud of you baby,” You whispered, feeling as though if you spoke too loudly then it would disrupt the peace that had settled over the room.

“Just wanted to make you happy (Y/N),” He admitted quietly, his lips pressed into your scalp muffling his words slightly.

Throwing an arm around his waist you pulled your body even closer to his allowing you to rest your head up against his chest so that you could listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart inside of his rib cage.

The two of you laid there for so long, just absorbing the presence of the other person that you thought he must’ve fallen asleep for it was often difficult for the dark haired boy to stay silent for all that long. But as you pulled away slightly so that you could slip his glasses back off of his face so that he wouldn’t break them in his sleep you found hazel eyes staring back down at you.

“You’re not asleep,” Though your words were accusatory, your tone was not, more observational than anything.

“Neither are you,” Your boyfriend countered.

You giggled gently, “Touche.”

It was so easy to get lost in James’ eyes, that maybe you held eye contact for a few seconds, maybe for a few minutes, maybe for half an hour. But it broke as you let out a yawn, a give away to your state of exhaustion.

“M’tired too,” James said, smiling at how beautiful you looked, even mid yawn.

“We should go to bed,” You reasoned, though your eyes locked back onto his.

“Uh huh, probably,” He agreed, he too not breaking eye contact.

And though you were both exhausted you laid there, in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you refusing to be the one to shatter the intimacy of the eye contact and close your eyes first.

That was until James eyelids became too heavy with sleep for him to fight and they gently fluttered closed. Not a minute later he started emitting, soft snores and you knew he was asleep.

Craning your neck you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose whispering to him softly, “I won.”

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goldenmorningglory · 2 years

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thinking of patpran kuch kuch hota hai au.

pat and pran are the rival best friends, the two diametrically different guys who everyone knows about. where one goes the other follows. there's not an hour where they're not competing in something. they're a set. for better or for worse.

enter ink. she's a transfer, she's classy, strong doesn't take bs. pat seemingly falls like a tower of cards. pran feels like fading into the background.

ink and pat get along like a house on fire. pat thinks it's chemistry. pat waxes poetry about ink uncomfortably to pran while pran thinks his insides should stop squirming. he's not jealous of pat right? ink is nice but really he prefers to be friends. so why does he feel like dying when pat keeps talking about her with stars in his eyes?

pat tells pran he's gonna propose. pran scoffs as is customary for them, then ruffles Pat's hair in encouragement. Pat's eyes flicker for a second, searching before he grins. pran breaks a little inside.

pran recieves a letter saying his mother has fallen ill, and that he should make haste back home. he tries to find pat to tell him but eventually gives up.

pat is busy being in love with ink. why would he care.

ink spots him and asks why he's at the admins office. he tells her the truth, not thinking of what he's wishing for. he's leaving the next day, bags all packed and ready.

he's boarded the train and standing at the door, wondering why he foolishly wants to hear pat's voice again. they were friends, maybe best friends. they competed.

but as luck would have it pran fell in love with pat. and pat was in love with ink.

the train gives a warning whistle when he hears a voice, all too familiar voice, yell over the station din. his grip tightens on the door handle as he spots him.

pat. who's running to him, where he stands in the door of the train, which is now inching away.

"why didn't you tell me???!! pran why...?"

pran shrugs, feeling vindicated and worse. he smiles, hoping his heartbreak is hidden.

"slipped my mind."

he sees ink just behind pat, and in a look of understanding that shocks even him, she nods like she knows all his secrets.

"take care of him?"

"i will."

as the train moves away picking speed, pran trains his gaze on Pat's face, whose expression looks like a battlefield of emotions. right before then bend, he thinks he sees a shine in those eyes he loved so much.

he wonders if pat would miss him enough to shed a tear.

so. pat really needs to take a break. his mom tells him. his sister tells him. his sister in law tells him. gods above even his neice tells him. and pat may not listen to anyone, but he'll listen to his neice cause that's how much he adores her.

"right uncle?" prana looks at him with glittering eyes and a conniving dimple in her cheek.

pat sighs.

"fine. what's your idea?"

prana grins.

"take me to summer camp!"

"the one you've been trying to convince your moms to let you go to?"

"yes!" her pout, puppy dog eyes combo could rival pat's own, as pa loves to remind him, chastising him for teaching her daughter the vile ways of bribery.

and so he does.

well it seems to be pretty popular, considering the number of harried parents scrambling after their kids. prana stays obidently by his side, small hand in his. she really reminds him of -

"okay okay can I please get you guys to form a line? can you do that for me?"

there's no way, there's no way-

prana's giggling gives away the fact that pat has been played, he's been hoodwinked and bamboozled-

"pat?"

pat turns, a war of emotions in his chest. he's so beautiful. he's also blinded by the very obvious ring on his finger. pat feels like he wants to break.

"hey pran."

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #bad buddy series #pran #pat #pranpat #patpran #au #i might #write this?#its a chunky lil au huh #its perfect for their dynamic #oh the angst potential i could cry for joy

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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How He Loves - Eventually pt. 2

Barbatos x MC | Song Fic

How He Loves Series | Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Inspiration ~ Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

Description: Barbatos watches MC fall I love over and over again only to be heartbroken each time. His finally jump leads him to the most painful heartbreak, or does it?

Just a preface, I don't fully understand how Barbatos' power work, I know it has to do with time, and I know when he sent MC to another timeline in the game there were two MC's in one place. So just to clarify how I am using it, I am thinking that he moves his consciousness from one Barbatos timeline to another when he goes through his time doors, not that more than one of him exist at one time. This is just my preference to one make it easier for me to understand, and two to make it simpler to write. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: angst, very fluffy ending

Without missing a beat MC gently held his hand in place and tried their dish. In that moment, Barbatos saw it. His sliver of hope. A single timeline where MC was his.

He saw them cooking this exact recipe, but instead of ending in tasting the soup, it ended in a sweet kiss... Now that he knew he had a chance to be with MC, he just had to figure out which timeline was the right one.

Barbatos thought back to that single hopeful scene. It felt like a distant memory to him now. Immediately after Mammon and MC left the castle that day, Barbatos had rushed to the door that could send him back to the beginning. To his first meeting with MC, to see if he could change it all.

During the first attempt he was chivalrous, going as far as to kiss MC's hand on first meeting. This only seemed to lead to MC falling in love with the prideful Lucifer who flaunted them in Barbatos face every second he had.

He went back again, taking a more calm and friendly approach, only to have MC fall into the arms of Simeon, who eventually took them back to the Celestial Realm leaving Barbatos alone without even getting a proper goodbye.

Attempt after attmept, Barbatos would introduce himself differently thinking the start of their relationship was the error, only to have MC fall in love with someone else in the end.

Hundreds of jumps through time later, Barbatos began to loose himself. Leading to his previous dedication to Diavolo faltering because he was consumed only with winning MC's heart.

His current attempt was one of the most painful. Barbatos had given up on introducing himself long ago when the hundredth time still led MC into someone else's arms. Instead, he opted for silence and a small smile. Time passed and Barbatos watched as MC got closer and closer to Lord Diavolo making his heart ache.

The human was currently running around the castle giggling with the demon prince in a game of hide and seek. While he was stuck in the kitchen forced to hear their laughter echo through the ornate hallways.

Even though Barbatos had a long list of tasks to get done, he could not focus even if he wanted to. Each little chuckle that resounded through the hallways from MC in the distance made his mind drift off. He dreamed about the day when they would finally run into his arms, giving him the sweet pecks he had seen everyone else recieve.

As his mind wandered, Barbatos began to notice the vividness of MC's laughter. It no longer sounded like a distant dream, but something closer to reality. He was finally brought out of his thoughts when he was tackled to the ground.

Even though the blow was fast, it was not too much for the demon to handle. He began to stir under the weight and finally opened his eyes when he heard a voice.

"Oh no! Barbatos! Are you okay?"

With one quick glance Barbatos discovered his culprit to be none other than MC. They were currently hovering over him with concern written all over their face as he lay on his back.

"I'm fine, MC. There is no need to worry about me. Demons are quite resilient and can take a tackle or two." He smiled as he said this. His heart warming at their concern.

Barbatos then pushed himself up so he would be sitting. MC on the other hand, back peddled and sat on his legs. Leaving the demon stuck in this position under them. Their face was red as they looked at the pristine tile floors he had just cleaned.

"I still feel bad about tackling you... is there anything I could do to at least make up for it?" MC fiddled with their jacket refusing to look at Barbatos as they talked. He found this endearing. How could this human be so cute without realizing it? It wounded him.

Barbatos pulled from his thoughts, began to ponder their request until and idea popped into his head. His one sliver of hope, "You could help me make dinner tonight if you wish. We will be having Newt Fire Soup and I could use another set of hands in the kitchen."

"Alright!" With that MC jumped off of him and reached out their hand to help Barbatos up. A smile spread across his face as he grabbed their hand and they helped him stand up.

The pair got to work, and MC was just as good at following instructions in this timeline as they were in the first one. It almost felt like deja vu to Barbatos as MC seemed to follow his commands the exact same way as they did previously.

Of course, Barbatos was just as distracted by MC the second time as the first time, but what he didn't notice before was MC staring at him as well.

Whenever he would turn his back he could feel their eyes boring holes into him, and when he would turn around their face would go red and they would quickly look away. These actions seemed odd to the butler. Wasn't this MC in love with Lord Diavolo?

Eventually, Barbatos got bold and wanted to see if his suspicions were correct, "MC you need to stir it clockwise, not counter-clockwise."

That was a lie, it really didn't matter how the soup was stirred. He just wanted to test his theory. After speaking he walked up behind MC putting his hand on top of their's on the spoon and slowly spinning it in the opposite direction.

MC's face began to flush as they looked up at him, "O-oh, um... thank you." Their words sounded like little squeaks, Barbatos was about to pull away, worried that he had frightened them, until he looked down to see them biting back a grin. Maybe this was finally his chance.

Eventually the soup was finished and just as Barbatos had before, he grabbed a spoon holding it out for MC to taste test.

"Barbatos this is the best thing I have ever tasted!"

"I am glad you enjoyed it, but remember you made it as well so you also have yourself to thank." After these compliments, Barbatos waited, but there seemed to be no kiss in sight.

He sighed sullen and turned his back to them as he began to clean up the kitchen. Even though this time had started rough, he thought that it was turning around MC seemed interested in him, but maybe that was all just an illusion.

"Barbatos."

MC's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Yes?" He turned focusing all his attention on a now fidgeting MC.

"W-well, I just wanted to say something..."

He looked at the human confused, "What would you like to say?" MC seemed to be stalling as they thought of the right words to say.

"Well..." MC took a deep breath before quickly speaking, "I really like you Barbatos, and I hope you aren't mad at me for tackling you earlier today, but I really just did that because Lord Diavolo told me it was the only way I could get your attention."

Barbatos stood there stunned, staring at them as they continued, "I just... ugh... when we first met you seemed so... I don't know... intimidating? I wanted to get to know you better, but I didn't want you to think I was some nuisance."

A nuisance? Barbatos was flabbergasted, is that really how he had made them feel.

"I told Diavolo and he started inviting me over so I could build up the courage to talk to you." MC took a deep breath before continuing, "I really like you Barbatos. I see how considerate you are to everyone else and I just want to do the same for you- Wait are you okay?"

MC runs over to him gently grabbing his face. Barbatos was so overwhelmed by the human's words that he didn't notice tears welling up and trailing down his face like a waterfall.

"You don't know how long I have waited to hear that." A bright smile spread across his face as he speaks. The pair sit for a moment in silence as Barbatos catches his breath with their forehead pressed together. Eventually they both lean in slowly until their lips finally collide in a long soft kiss.

MC pulls away breathless and says, "Barbatos, you might just be the best thing I have ever tasted." Their combined laughter swell and full the kitchen reverberating back to their own ears.

"Better than the soup?" Barbatos replies while chuckling as he pulls MC in by their waist

"Definitely." MC leans in again after answering capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Extra:

Diavolo: "Oh there you are MC! I see you found a prize for being the best at hiding! Remember, no funny business in the kitchen."

MC: *Embarassed* "LORD DIAVOLO!"

Barbatos: "Ever unchanging, my Lord."

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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hello my sweet, i hope you're having a lovely day 💕💕💕

for the requests could I ask for Post Sarlacc Boba and Scars please????

Of course you can! I think we all need a little soft Boba from time to time, so here we go....

96. Scars

Post Sarlacc!Boba Fett x Reader

Boba Fett had never even once taken his helmet or even his gloves off around you. Even after working as the palaces doctor for the past three years. At first you had assumed he was like silver mandalorian that came and went, not able to show his face to others, but after making an off hand comment about it while looking at Fennec's prosthetics you had learned that was very much not the case.

Now knowing the truth, you often found your eyes trailing after Boba’s figure wondering quietly to yourself what lay underneath the green painted armor. And you figured you never would so you allowed your mind to wander and try and imagine the man, nothing ever felt right though.

The curiosity only got worse, when the gifts and soft words started. Boba never came to you for medical help, but you often found him stopping by to ask if you needed anything or if anyone was causing you trouble. That slowly turned into Boba showing up to the med center you were provided, and silently helps you clean things up for the night and walk you to your room just a few halls away, never failing to leave you with out a quiet, and rumbling, "Goodnight little doctor."

And the gifts, oh the gifts. They started showing up randomly. Anything from expensive medical equipment you had mentioned offhandly saying it would make somethings easier, or little gifts of treats or clothes that were some how exactly your size. Each gift never came with a note or any indication of who it was from, but with the way Boba always sized you up in the clothes, and gave off an air of pride when you talked about the gifts, it wasn't too hard to figure out who the gifts were from.

You couldn't help but feel affection grow for the gruff man, and you knew you were a complete goner for the man who you had never seen when Fennec started teasing you for your lingering looks. And while you flushed under her good natured teasing, you never denied the feelings you had developed for the man.

Then late one evening Boba did not show up at the medical room, and you instantly felt yourself fall into worry. You knew he was in the palace, he always told you when he'd be leaving, and Boba had never once missed a night to walk you to your room. So after waiting roughly fifteen minutes after you had finished clean up, you went in search of him, which eventually lead you to the throne room. The room was still packed even for the late hour, so it was relatively easy to slip in and blend in with the other's crowding the room, and your heart panged in relief when you saw Boba up on the throne, looking fine and unharmed at first glance. You decided to stick around for a few minutes, something nagging at you not to leave yet.

Then you saw it, it was small and something the untrained eye wouldn't necessarily notice, but Boba had gently reached over and rubbed at his forearm and wrist like they were bothering him. Shortly after you watched his hand twitch, before rubbing against his knee, and you knew then that he was obviously hurting, and that was most likely the reason he had not come to visit you, always the worrier and never letting you worry about him. You clenched your jaw, trying to think of a way to get him to let you help, when you caught Fennec's gaze. You panicked at first, thinking she was going to blow your cover and whisper to Boba about your presence, but instead she motioned discreetly to Boba and gave you a look that said clear as day, he needs help but isn't going to ask for it.

It was then that you made your decision. Slowly you made your way to the cleared area in front of the throne, bowing your head and allowing the worry to show on your face in hopes to sell the act you were about to put on.

"My king, if I could have a second of you time?"

The response you recieved was only a grunt of acknowledgement, which you took as a yes. You lifted your head, and held your hands behind your back as you looked up at Boba’s helmeted face.

"My king, if you would, there is something down in the medical space that I think you should really take a look at. That is if you have the time of course."

You watched as Boba’s chest rose in a deep breath before he nodded, and said, "Lead the way doctor."

You shot him a smile of thanks, and bowed your head again, and taking note of how he clenched his hands as he stood up, and walked down to where you stood. Quickly, the two of you made your way through the halls, and your felt your heart pang as you saw Boba slip and show a slight limp a few times on your way there.

The second you walked into the room, you started switching on the lights again, as Boba followed you in, quietly asking, "What was it your needed to show me, little one?"

Instead, you turned to him with a stern look and pointed to a medical cot and said, "Sit."

You could feel the confusion radiating from Boba, but he did not fight you following what you told him to do.

"You are hurting," you said bluntly, knowing that with Boba it would be better just to get to the point, "Why didn't you come to me?"

You heard the man let out a heavy sigh, before he rubbed at his knee again and said, "They are nothing but old injuries, nothing much you can do."

You said his name softly, and walked forward until you were standing if front of him. "I can ease some of the pain, please let me help."

Boba did not say anything in agreement, but he also did not say anything to say no, so you turned and grabbed tub of ointment, it contained a small level of bacta that soaked into old scars and help ease pain, something you used yourself on occasion. Turning around, you smiled softly, and said, "Here, rub this on the spots that hurt, it'll help make the pain fade to the point of being more bearable."

Boba looked at you for a few minutes, before letting out a sigh, and saying, "Thank you, little one, but you are going to need alot more than that to help with my pain....."

You just looked at him confused, and worried. Was he in more pain than you thought? You started thinking through what ease you could do for him, when Boba had shocked you completely. Slowly he reached up, and took of the helmet, allowing you to take in his face for the very first time, and maker was he handsome, his brown eyes that seemed to look deep inside of your soul and full lips pulled tight in worry of your reaction, and the scars, oh the scars. They did not take away from Boba’s rough beauty, infact you found that to you they added to it, they showed what all he had fought through during his life and made you understand what was causing his pain.

"The scars, the ugly things, are everywhere, to cover them all you would need more of that stuff."

You pursed your lips, and thought for a second, taking in Boba’s face, and his guarded eyes which were waiting for your disgust or rejection. Instead, you took a step forward and opened the jar, scooping out some of the gel and smoothing it over the the biggest scar covering his forehead, and relishing in the soft sigh that came from Boba's lips. Then you spoke up and said, "Well, we can start with the ones that hurt the most for now, and stock up on this stuff......and my king, the scars are not ugly...they add character, they show how hard you have fought in this life, and I.....I think they add to how handsome you are."

Boba watched you for a few seconds before dipping his head and saying, "My knees and back are what hurt me most, and... today my right arm has been bothering me."

You nodded, and gave him a smile, happy that he was letting you help him, so you asked, "Do you want me to help you, or would you rather take the jar and do it yourself?"

Boba didn't really answer, well not verbally. Instead, he looked into your eyes, and took in your open and earnest face, before reaching down and starting to strip off his armor. Feeling heat raise in your face, you turned to give him a little bit of privacy, and only turned when he grunted that he was ready. When you turned around you knew he was going to be pretty much naked, but you were not prepared for much the sight of his body was going to affect you. Gulping, your tried to push the heat simmering in your belly aside, as you smiled and swallowed thickly.

Gently, you walked behind him, and started smearing the gel along his shoulders before moving downwards. The entire time, you could help but take advantage of feeling the rippling muscles moving and relaxing beneath your fingers, you took in how perfectly built and wide his shoulders and back were, cherishing each bump and scar that marred his tanned flesh. When you were done with that, you moved back around and kneeled in front of Boba, refusing to meet his eyes, as you worked on spreading the gel across his knees. When you were finished, you swallowed, and bit your lip as you grabbed onto Boba’s thick, muscled forearm and gently slid it towards you. Carefully you rubbed gentle circles along his forearm, before flipping it over and down the same with the other side. Then, with a last minute impulsive decision, you worked the gel along his fingers and palm, taking extra care at each knuckle, before switching to repeat the entire process with his other arm. When you were finished, you took a second to watch the way his fingers twitched, before you started to raise your gaze. "There is more in the jar, is there any-"

You were immediately cut off by Boba’s hand reaching under your chin and lifting your face to meet his own in a kiss that took your breath away. It wasn't hurried, nor was it passionate, but I was soft and slow, and held more feeling than you had been expecting from the crime lord. When he pulled away, your eyes stayed closed for a second, before sliding open and making contact with his own.

"Thank you, doc."

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erensangel444 · 3 years

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you got me mesmerized!

gojo satoru x reader

the title is inspired by loverboy by a-wall

this blurb is gojo x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this blurb has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

i want gojo to **** me like a **** and [REDACTED]😁😁

a/n: i’m waiting for crunchyroll to take ep 21 off of premium, also i was surprised to hear jjk’s dub, it’s pretty good. i fell in love with the show, not only cause the character’s are FINE, but it’s fucking amazing, and the animation...*chefs kiss*

edit: i just checked and ep 21 is available on crunchyroll now!!!

warnings: language(most of my fics do contain explicit language), mentions of alcohol consumption, smut: masturbation(male), unprotected sex w/ creampie, degradation, brat taming, denial of orgasm(male!receiving, only once).

word count: 1.3k

summary: gojo dragged you up to the club last night, and ended up in your bed the next morning. how many times has this happened? too many. do you want it to keep happening? yes.

the sun warming your face was a gentle nudge to a not-so-gentle state of wakefulness. you were hungover, how could you not be? you and gojo had taken at least 4 shots last night, on top of drinking multiple rums and cokes, gojo nudging you to try a sex on the beach, ‘you should try it at least once,’ falling from his lips with a smirk.

gojo. you had forgotten he had slept over last night, there were pieces of last that you didn’t even remember, though it wasn’t hard to recall what happened after you made it home last night. gojo gave it to you, and you took it.

you turned over to meet his sleeping figure, his blind fold discarded somewhere on the floor. he looked so peaceful when he was asleep, so calm, it differed greatly from the energy that accompanied gojo when he was awake.

“take a picture while you’re at it,” gojo mumbled, a soft smirk showing on his face. “shut up,” you huffed, laying back down and facing away from him. “no, i was joking!” gojo whined, nuzzling his face into your neck and blowing raspberries onto your skin, causing you to laugh, gojo chuckling at the sound.

“don’t wanna get up yet,” he mumbled into your skin. you could feel his morning wood against your backside as you chuckled, moving away from gojo’s body. “well seems like part of you is,” you said, heading towards the bathroom. “not gonna help a man out?” you could hear gojo joke as you walked away. “i fully believe in your ability to take care of yourself,” you yelled back, laughing as you started brushing your teeth.

after washing your face, and flossing you headed back to the room to ask gojo if he wanted some coffee, but instead, you were met by something much more surprising. of course he would, “i was kidding!” you yelped, shielding your eyes. “i wasn’t” gojo mused, his hand leisurely stroking his cock.

“d-do you want coffee,” “actually, y-yeah” his voice faltered from the slight pleasure, “coffee sounds good,”. you nodded, your cheeks flushed red, walking back out the door. “wait, y/n!” “hmm?” you hummed, still facing away from gojo.

“why are you so stiff? don’t ya wanna help me out?” gojo remarked. he had moved closer now, he was right behind you, you could feel his breath on your ear. “gojo...” you whined, gojo’s hand drifting to the front of your figure, grabbing at your breasts through your sleep shirt. “hmm?” he hummed in response to your whine.

“tell me what you want,” he rasped into your ear, one of his hands drifting down to your panty clad center. “want you,” your voice had slowly become more desperate, gojo’s thumb rubbing slow circles over your fabric-covered clit. “you were so shy before, what happened to that?” “toru!” you whined, your nickname for him slipping out.

gojo laughed picking you up, and carrying you the few steps back to the bed before throwing you down onto it. “well since you wanted to be a brat before,” you pouted, “i think you should do all the work,” gojo finished, the smirk so obvious on his features.

“fine,” you said plainly, tugging at his arm for him to lie on the bed. gojo had yet to move, still standing above you, and grinning. “gojo!” “fine, fine, if you want it that bad,” he teased.

gojo positioned himself to sit against the headboard, you maneuvered to hover over gojo, your hand at the base of his cock, the tip of his cock at your entrance. pushing the head inside, you slowly started to sink down, wincing at the slight burn from the intrusion.

after bottoming out, you sighed for a moment, adjusting. you felt gojo’s hand come down on your ass, the sound from the slap resonating throughout the room. “get to it,” he said, his voice breathless. you clicked your tongue to the roof of your mouth, intent on giving gojo a taste of his own medicine

you bounced relentlessly on his cock, clenching your walls purposely when you would grind for a moment. “f-fuck!” gojo moaned, throwing his head back. “g-gonna cum angel! n-need you to cum first,”.

you were on the edge yourself, but you had better plans for gojo. you paused your movements, gojo’s cock still fully inside of you, but no movement. “w-what,” gojo whined, opening his eyes to look at you. you could see slight tears brimming in his eyes. “god, you’re so fucking” gojo mumbled, lifting you off of his cock.

“wanted to be a brat, huh? gonna make me do it myself,” gojo had flipped you over, your ass in the air, your face down in the pillow. “i’ll show you how brats get treated,” gojo said his voice gravely. gojo pushed into you, inch by inch. he sat for a few seconds before pulling out and roughly thrusting back into you. “s-satoru!” you moaned. one of gojo’s hand pressed your face further into the pillow, his body atop yours, your back pressed against his chest as his cock rammed into you.

you were blabbering nonsense, your drool falling onto the pillow. gojo let out a laugh that turned into a fluttery moan before he spoke, “i’m fucking you dumb, aren’t i? you can dish it out, but can’t take it?” “g-gojo please!” you whined. gojo laughed louder this time, his hand that had been pushing your hand into the pillow delegating down to your clit.

“come on, cum for me,” gojo growled, his fingers rubbing quicker circles on the bundle. “been such a bad girl, but i’m letting you cum, i think you ought to say thank you,” his tone had become so condescending and, god, you loved it. “th-thank you gojo! thank you!” gojo began thrusting harder, your orgasm teetering on the edge. “look at me as you say it,” his voice deeper than before. you strained your neck to turn around and look at gojo, “t-thank you toru!” “fuck!” he groaned, his voice and his cock pushing you over the edge.

your orgasm was intense, reverberating throughout the entirety of your body. upon feeling your walls clench on his cock, gojo was pushed into his own orgasm, his warm seed filling you up. you sighed at the feeling, the warmth spreading inside of you.

gojo pulled out of you, flopping down onto the bed next to you. without gojo’s hands holding onto you, your whole body felt like jelly as your knees no longer supported you, your legs sliding until you laid flat on the mattress.

“coffee?” gojo asked, still breathless. you mustered up a little laugh, turning over to gojo who was already smiling at you. “bathroom first,” you sighed, pointing at gojo. gojo jumped out of the bed, running over to your side as he held his arms out to pick you up.

after using the bathroom, you had thrown back on your sleep shirt, gojo grabbing out a pair of sweats from your bottom drawer, from the drawer that had been designated as his drawer. he smiled at the thought. walking in to the kitchen, gojo had started some coffee, the liquid dripping into the pot.

it was nice, sitting with gojo, drinking coffee and talking. you had been pretty good friends before this whole arrangement, so you were glad that nothing had changed. eventually gojo had to leave, much to your dismay, but you did have a pretty busy day yourself also.

he hustled out of your apartment, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your lips, much to your surprise. gojo wasn’t one for goodbye kisses, or even monogamous relationships for that matter, so the sweet gesture warmed your heart.

you looked up at gojo who had a slight blush on his cheeks as he grinned at you. he hurried down your hall, towards the elevator, waving bye when the ‘ding!’ sounded, the elevator doors opening.

3 hours later you recieved a text from gojo. usually after these nights together, it wouldn’t be a week until you did it again, but gojo felt there was no need to wait. he just wanted to be near you.

‘drinks tonight? ;)’

fin

thank you guys so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed:D this was my first jujutsu kaisen piece!

so much love to you, take care of yourself<3

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eliss-ey · 4 years

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stuff the witches were talking about i didn’t fully understand

Here I am, trying to explain some things I didn’t really understand myself before. Hope this will come helpful.

THE LAW OF ATTRACTION

Now that I looked into it, i understand it at least a bit. I’ll try to explain it to you.

The Law of Attraction is the ability to attract into our lives whatever we are focusing on. The Law of Attraction is the thing, that materializes our thoughts into reality. All thoughts turn into things eventually. Etc. If you focus on the negativity, and bad things you will keep on feeling sad. But if you focus on the good parts of the life, become ambitious of what you want to achieve, and you believe in yourself, at the end, you can do it. It is like witchcraft- witchcraft is basically a big law of attraction. See, you light a candle, etc. red for love, with the intention of attracting love into your life. If you write a spell or if you just say your intention with the most powerful words you can find, you are great to go. It is basically speaking or writing down your intentions, being clear with them and they are send into the universe like a bunch of vibrations. Yet somehow, they come back and they manifest, so you reacieve the love you were looking for! Not a lot of people understand it fully, but, if it works, there is no need to really bother.

so, you basically attract whatever you think about.

MANIFESTING

if you are new to withcraft, you might be already confused. So here I am again, trying to explain it all to you.

Manifestation is basically the result of the Law of attraction. Etc. You send out vibrations with the intention “i attract money and wealth” and manifesting is basically you getting what you let out, so you recieve more money.

Manifestation works alongside the Law of Attraction, a universal rule which is that thoughts can become things.(as i explained above).

You have done a spell, and it doesn’t work. Remember the law of attraction? You have used that just now to make the spell. And you are using it maybe even right now, unconciously. It works like this- if you keep on worrying about your magic, doubting the spell and thinking that it won’t work, it won’t. Try focusing on what you love and on what makes you feel good and happy and alive. Soon you’ll be attracting more of THAT. Manifestation is a magickal way of getting what you want, and the easiest and most powerful way to do that is to feel it. You can also use visualization to aid in manifesting. What I also do, is that i forget. I just forget when I did a spell and let it work for itself. The only thing i tell myslef when i think about it is “It is going to work, my magick works.”

A quick spell to get rid of anything what is blocking you away from manifesting:

You will need a piece of paper, pen, a candle (or just matches).

Center yourself. Take a few deep breaths and focus on what you are doing right now. You can burn some herbs or an incense to get rid of unwanted energies that are trying to interrupt your spell. Ground yourself by keeping your fett on the floor, imagining roots coming into the ground from you.

The first step to manifesting is to let go. So think of what’s holding you back from what you want. Whether it’s an unhealthy relationship, self-doubt, or money troubles, focus on what it is that you want to release. Write down what you want to let go of at the top of a piece of paper, focusing the energy and feelings you have as you write. Be intentional. You can write something like “I am done living in a place of fear” or “I release any self-doubt I may have” or “I am done living from a place of scarcity.” Again, this should feel right to you.

Now, burn it. Either put it in a fireproof bowl, fireplace or burn it by a candle, imagine the fire sending your intentions to the universe. Do it as many times as you like, until you know that it works and you have no doubt. Now ground yourself again.

Oof. This was hella long. I hope you understood at least a bit.

WHAT ARE ALL OF THOSE HERBS, CRYSTALS AND CANDLES FOR?

If you are a beginner witch, you might be wondering: Do I need all of this? Mugwort for this and that, incense, candles and a lots of shiny crystals? Why do all of the witches use these? What are they good for?

First, no, you don’t need any of these. All you need is yourself and a clear intention to work your magic. A lot of witches burn candles while doing spells. Why? Because candle magic is really simple, all you need is a candle and matches. “ Candle magick is a kind of alchemy, where all elements are represented — fire of the flame, air to feed it, melted wax for water, and solid wax for earth” so the candles empower your intention. You can also choose a colour of the wax, essential oil, herbs or carve a sigil into them. Candle magic is really great way to start.

All of those herbs, witchy tools, colorful candles are here to only strenghten your intention with their own energy. When you look at a rose, you might start thinking about romance, love, peace... these are the magickal properties of a rose. See, every item gives off an energy. You can keep your magic as simple as with only yourself and your intention, or you can add in various crystals or herbs only to strenghten it, But why herbs? How do you use them while just saying out your intention? You can burn them (pls be careful when doing so) if you are doing a spell for focus or memory, try burning some rosemary in a fireproof bowl, or lighting a rosemary incense. You can also add crystals around yourself while casting a spell to empower it with their energy. So if you are casting a money spell, try surrounding yourself with citrine, aventurine, anything golden, tigers eye... or of course, just some programmed clear quartz will do.

Both of crystals and herbs can be incorporated in witchbottles also. And jars are simply for storing these herbs.

If you are a beginner witch, there is no need to go off and buy tons of crystals like i did and go broke (like i did). A clear quartz is a substitute crystal for any you would need. As well as is rosemary for any other herb/plant, and aswell as is the color white for any other color of candles. And of course, you can find tons of herbs and spices in your own kitchen cabinet already. Cinnamon, nutmeg, thyme, rosemary, basil... these might already be in there.

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

you might have seen this quote or rather a saying somewhere before. I did a longer research on it, there is not much of a content out there.

(I will update this in a while, pls wait)

WHAT THE HECK IS BINDING MAGIC?

if i had to tell you right now, i wouldn’t know myself. Here i am to research it and give you some information!

A magical binding is simply a spell or working that restrains someone , preventing them from doing something. It is often used to keep the individual from causing harm to themselves or others. It is usually done in a positive way of preventing the person from doing harm themselves or the others. It’s like stopping them from doing bad stuff.

haha i think this is enough, you got it, right?

WICCA, WITCHCRAFT AND PAGANISM

final question. Which is which? what am i?

WICCA

is a religion, a belief. All wiccans are pagan, and they are also witches (basically pagan witches). They practice magick and witchcraft alongside with believing in divine energies. They follow the moon phases, that each moon phase has a different magical meaning. They celebrate 8 holidays- sabbaths, or either called pagan holidays. And since it is a religion, wiccans believe in a God and a Goddess, or multiple deities which is called eclectic wicca.

WITCHCRAFT

a witch is someone who works with herbs, potions, casts spells, crystals, natural healing... someone who does energy workings. Witches can be Muslim, Christian, whatever religion they choose to believe in, or they don’t have to be religious at all.

PAGANISM

is a wide variety of beliefs, in which is the nature worshipped. Pagans follow religious guidelines drawn out by nature- seasons, moon phases, weather... There are maaaany gods and Goddesses, they usually represent a part of nature or a celestial body. They can choose to wroship Celtic, Greek, Hindu, Chinese, Egyptian deities and many more. Pagans believe that we should not be superior to nature, she is the one who created us afterall. It’s like an umbrella of religions, under which are Hinduists, Wiccans, Shamanists...

IN CONCLUSION

All wiccans are pagan, but not all pagans are wiccan.

All wiccans are witches, but not all witches are wiccan.

boom. Period.

I hope you understand it all now, if you notice any mistakes, feel free to correct me.

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