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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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needs

pairing: chris x reader

summary: chris is struggling to figure out who he is and the reader offers her help

warnings: smut! confusion, worry, doubt, reassurance, help, comfort, sub chris, needy, lust, mommy kink, riding.

a/n- a request with my own little twist on it

word count: 991

chris has been acting so weird lately..

not even weird as in like abnormal but just weird as in unnecessary clingy.

well, sometimes at least.

one day he’ll be himself where he’s independent but the next day he’ll be so dependent and needy with me.

it’s even followed us into the bedroom where sometimes he’ll get all soft and needy instead of taking complete control

i figure that i should probably talk to him about it before jumping to conclusions.

i make my way to the bedroom and find chris coming out from the shower.

“hey babyyy” he says happily as he places a kiss on my cheeks

“can i talk to you about something real quick?” i ask

“yeah sure what’s up?” he says cautiously

“i’ve noticed that you’ve been really clingy and needy lately? is there any specific reason? .. that you would like to share?” i hesitantly say

“um? i haven’t really noticed .. in what way?” he questions

“like .. i don’t know .. you’ve just kind of been submissive lately..” i reply

“submissive? i’m not submissive.. why would you think im submissive? you know im not submissive..” he defends like he had been caught

um? why is he so defensive

“alright chris. what’s going on? cause that’s really just my opinion. why are you so jumpy at it?”

he lets out a sigh, “i don’t really know. i want to try a new dynamic in our relationship where you take care of me.. in a sense that i can rely, be clingy and depend on you. not all the time in every aspect but.. certain things” he confesses

“like what specifically?” i ask

“.. like sex”

“you want me to take more charge in sex?” i confirm

“yes- but not only that. when we have our romantic moments too.. i guess sometimes i wouldn’t mind being little spoon or someone you cling onto” he continues

“why didn’t you say anything earlier baby?”

“i was scared of how you’d react.. if you’d be down with it or kinda shut it down” he shyly confesses

“of course id be down with it baby” i grab his chin and places a kiss on his lips, “you don’t ever need to feel ashamed to tell me about a fantasy”

he whines as i pull my lips away from him and slowly chases after another kiss to which i complete

we slowly make out before i prop myself into his lap give myself a better angle at his lips

he whines at the contact and i push him back into the bed as i straddle on top of him, not breaking the kiss

i grind slowly into his lap as i start to take off my shirt

he continues to whine and look up at me

i bend back down and kiss his neck before sliding him out of his shirt

i hop up off the bed and slide him out his pants and boxers before doing the same with my own, slowly.. giving him a show

he whispers a “fuck” at the sight of my teasing

i hop back up on the bed and sit on his thigh as i start to jerk his cock

he leans back on his elbows and stares at the motion of my hand going up and down on his cock that was dripping precum

he whimpers a soft “please fuck me y/n. i need you so bad”

i smirk at the comment and tell him to beg for it

“don’t do this to me. please i need you so bad baby i need you to fuck me.. i’m yours mommy just fuck me please” he whines out

“mommy? so you wanna be a good boy huh?” i respond to his slipped up fetish

“yes mommy. fuck- i wanna be only your good boy”

i prompt myself on his cock and sink down onto the tip

“fuck- mommy you feel so good please bounce on me” he whimpers

i continue to bounce up and down a few times before slowly grinding on his cock

he looks up at me through squinted eyes from the pleasure and pulls me down to suck my tits

licking and sucking at my nipples while he tries to thrust up into me

“you like the way mommy makes you feel?”

i feel his cock twitch inside me as he hums at my nipple

“such a good boy baby! mommy’s gonna make you feel good. don’t worry” i say as i raise back up and start to pick out the pace

breathing heavy and throwing his head back into the bed, he continues to let out a series of gasps and whimpers

“fu- fuck mommy mmmm i don’t kn- know how much longer i can last.. feels too good” he mumbles out through his whimpers as he shuts his eyes closed to chase his high

“it’s okay baby. you can cum for mommy. cum for mommy like the good boy you are” i spit out before going down to kiss him as he cums

he moans sloppily into my kiss as he starts to fuck up into me and let his orgasm wash over

i sit back up on his cock and slow down my bouncing

“that was so hot chris.” i let out

“mhm. so good” he mumbles out as he tries to regain his breath

i laugh and make my way to the bathroom to pee

i come back with a little towelette so i can clean up the mess off his dick

after throwing it away i come back and cuddle him underneath a blanket that was pushed to the side of the bed

“im glad we did this. you make me feel so understood and complete”

“of course chris. i love you so much, you don’t have to hide anything from me”

“i love you more baby.” he says as we drift off into each others silence

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slytherinshua · 3 months

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CHOCOLATE CAKE

genre. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. warnings. exams/exam stress mentioned. crying. brief mention of drinking/partying. light profanity. food (cake hehe). mentioned that reader wears makeup. intak cheers you up!! pairing. intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for my kyo @blue-jisungs <33 ilysm and i'm so proud of you, ik you've worked so so hard <33

By the time your bus was almost to your stop to get off, the tears had dried on your cheeks. You felt absolutely exhausted, and there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and just sleep. Exam season was always stressful, but the past month had been a living hell.

You didn’t exactly do great on your midterms, despite studying almost every second you were awake. It frustrated you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get the high marks that you strived so hard for. Your friends seemed to pass so easily, some of them not even bothering to study in advance. While they had all gone out drinking or partying now that it was the last exam day, you were prepared to study more tomorrow in order to retake exams next week.

You had cried all day— after one of your more stressful exams, after getting a bad mark back on an earlier exam, at lunch when your friends asked you how you had done. It was both embarrassing and exhausting. You were so, so tired.

You felt numb and mindless as you grabbed your bag and got off the bus. The air was cold and sharp, but the breeze was welcome. Even the shiver that ran up your spine as you stepped onto the pavement wasn’t a bother. It allowed you to breathe. The dark cloudy sky seemed to be mirroring your mood, and you found a small comfort in that.

You didn’t bother to knock or announce your presence at all when you reached your apartment. You didn’t have the energy to talk; your entire body feeling sluggish and slow as you dropped your bag on the chair and shuffled out of your boots.

“Fuck- Did I not set the timer?! No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

The voice of your boyfriend startled you at first before you registered the familiar tone and relaxed, a whisper of a smile even playing on your lips. He hadn’t said anything about stopping by today, but given his love for surprising you, you should have expected it. You weren’t quite ready to show yourself to him, though, so you made your way quietly to the bathroom, still able to hear him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Chocolate, chocolate… melt for… 30 second intervals? She likes chocolate- so 2 packets? Yeah.”

You wiped off any makeup that had survived your many crying sessions and washed your face of the tear stains and exhaustion of the day. Once you changed into pyjama pants and one of Intak’s stolen hoodies, you finally felt at ease. The weight of exams and the thought of retakes still looming over your head wasn’t something you could ignore, but just for tonight you willed your brain to not focus on it. Just for tonight, you deserved to rest.

You shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen, still trying to be as quiet as possible. Intak had his back turned to you, and didn’t notice your presence at all as he worked near the stovetop. The smell of chocolate cake and cherries reached your nose, and your chest felt warm. Intak always knew your favourite comfort foods and the best ways to cheer you up after a long day.

You didn’t realize until now just how much you had missed him. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, completely oblivious to your figure in the doorway, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You missed his hugs and his kisses. You missed your late night talks and when you would game together where he would let you win on purpose. You missed telling him how much you loved him and watching his eyes brighten.

Given how busy you were studying and preparing for exams, you barely had time to see him in the past 2 weeks. He would send you encouraging text messages in the morning, and you would text him during your breaks, but most of the time you had to keep your phone far away from you and on Do Not Disturb to keep your focus.

You missed him so much that it was almost hard for you to keep watching him silently when you knew that he would hug you as soon as he was aware you were there. But he soon turned around to transfer a bowl to the sink, and his eyes quickly met yours and froze. You watched as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before turning up into a big grin a second later.

“You’re back!” He chucked the dishes into the sink and practically ran over to you, capturing you in his arms and lifting you slightly off the floor. “I thought the exams would swallow you whole, I missed you so much.” He mumbled in your ear, prompting a smile to form on your face.

“Me too.” You sighed in content. The feeling of Intak’s arms around you was one of your favourites in the entire world. From how close you were, you could smell his woody cologne as well as his gentle natural scent peaking through. He hugged you tightly, swaying softly from side to side until you made moves to escape his embrace.

“One sec!” He rushed to the other room, coming back with a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “For my academic weapon of a girlfriend.”

You were going to protest about the academic weapon part, but with his cheesy grin plastered on his face as he held out the flowers to you, you didn’t have the heart to. You knew he wouldn’t accept any objection from you anyway. In his eyes, you were nothing less than perfect.

You ranted about the past week to him while he finished decorating a chocolate cake, discouraged by the fact that you would have to retake some exams. But Intak would only say how proud he was of you for making it through the stressful month.

“You worked really really hard, and I’m so proud of you, baby. The scores don’t reflect your self worth, okay?” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you had told him everything.

You wouldn’t have believed the words coming from anyone else, but he was your boyfriend and you knew he wasn’t even capable of lying to you (after all, he had tried in the past, and you had caught him every time).

Seeing Intak’s smile and hearing his words of encouragement gave you back energy for almost an hour, but you felt a crash of tiredness again once you settled on the couch with him to eat cake and snuggle.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’ll have to carry you to bed.” Intak joked, watching you sleepily blink with love in his eyes. Despite being worried about how hard you had pushed yourself, he knew the best thing he could do was just cheer you on and let you recharge with hugs. He wouldn’t care even if you fell asleep on his arm and it was sore for hours the next day.

“You’re comfortable.” You argue in a mumble, only melting into his arms more. You were practically a puddle on top of him— letting your entire body relax and trusting that Intak would let you sleep.

“My girl is that tired, hm? Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” He spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face and making sure the blanket covered your shoulders.

“You’re more comfortable than my bed.” You whispered, already teetering on the edge of consciousness. You heard Intak scoff, and though your eyes were closed, you could picture his adoring smile perfectly. You were half asleep by the time his response fell on your ears, and entirely too tired at that point to comprehend his words. You smiled when you felt him press a kiss to your temple, and finally allowed yourself to slip away to your dreams after the long day.

With Intak by your side, the stress of your life seemed to lessen, and your mind stopped racing as much. You let yourself relax and just enjoy being with him, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

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griffintail2 · 9 days

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Wolf in Duck's Clothing (Part 4)

Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.

Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Implied Trauma, Implied Past Bad Caretaker

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A/N: Omg there's so many of you enjoying-- Thank you for the love and I hope you keep enjoying!

And-And he tried to work on his project while his mind was still muddled. But he realized he was still focused on the child when he noticed his duck had wolf ears now.

“Fuck.” He put his head in his hands.

Why did he care? Why were they stuck in his head? He’s never cared about a sinner before! He even knew there were children sinners! But this one…this one was stuck in his head. And fuck! He cared…he cared if the kid was ok.

It was messing with his head! He’d asked them for their name, he comforted them, and he even gave them his place to stay even if it was temporary! He shouldn’t care, they’re just another sinner…

But that felt wrong to think. He cursed to himself as he paced in his workshop. It was another day, he had little sleep (which was normal but it felt distressing right now) and he couldn’t understand his own mind.

He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.

Fine, ok. He’ll just show himself! He’ll show himself what he’ll get if he shows the sinner kindness. Remind himself what sinners were all about. You give them an inch, they’ll take the mile.

So, he put his care forward and was ready to let it be shattered, just like every other time…

The child came to the kitchen to get food in the morning, frowning in confusion when they saw Lucifer in there, humming to himself as he was cooking.

“…Good morning.” They muttered.

He looked over, smiling at them. “Hey, I hope you like pancakes.”

They watched him carefully, shifting nervously. It was his home so of course he could come out. They just weren’t ready for this.

“I think so.” They nodded.

Lucifer noticed their ears pointing back as their tail wrapped close to them, and he frowned softly at their response.

“Well, come sit down they’re almost done.”

They hesitated for a moment before coming to sit in the chair at the dining table. Lucifer nodded before he went back to the food in front of him.

“Did you get some more sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good.” He nodded as he put a pancake on top of a small stack, bringing it over to them. “I figured after last night you should get a good breakfast.”

“Thank you…” They tilted their head as they looked at the food as he went to grab his own food. “Do you need something?”

Lucifer frowned as he looked back at the sinner. “No?”

They simply watched him for a moment before humming and turning back to the food, picking up a fork. “Ok.”

…What? He watched the sinner confused. They were a bit of an odd one for sure.

“OK then.” He muttered before grabbing his plate and sitting at the table with them.

It was silent besides the scraping of forks and knives on plates. He was always terrible at small talk. He could put on a big show sure! But he wasn’t very good at simple socializing, especially after being a shut-in for the past few years. It didn’t really help the inability to small talk with that.

He looked around the kitchen, trying to think of anything to say. It was spotless in here other than the small mess he’d just made. Pausing, he thought of something to say.

“What have you been doing around here?” He asked.

They looked up, putting an arm over their mouth as they swallowed. So, they had pretty decent manners for a child.

“Cleaning.” They answered.

He waited for more but they just sat there, tail slowly swishing behind them.

“Wait, wait. You’ve only been cleaning since you’ve been here?”

They nodded snout scrunching up slightly. “The dust kept making me sneeze. And it needed to be cleaned.”

“So, you haven’t been…playing or reading? Anything like that?”

“…I’m not supposed to touch anything I don’t need to.” They shifted in their seat. “And I only need to when I clean.”

Damn it Lucifer.

He hung his head for a moment forming words before he looked up and put his hands on the table.

“You don’t have to clean. That’s not your job, this isn’t even your house.” He told them. “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. Look, let’s change that rule. You can touch things when you want, you just can’t take it from the house. Ok?”

They sat there, taking it in before nodding. “Ok.”

“Great.” He took a breath. “You know, I say what have you been doing, I guess I don’t have much for you to do other than read. You can read right?” They nodded and he nodded as well. “While that’s good, it wouldn’t be fun all the time…hm…Alright. Finish your breakfast then I’m going to show you something.”

They continued eating with that and he watched them carefully. He should have been clearer about his rule, but he didn’t think they’d take it that way. Strange kid.

The pair of them finished their food and he put the plates in the sinks. He’ll…probably come back to clean them later. He led the child down the halls, their ears pointed back and their arms behind them as they followed behind him. With a grand bow, he opened the door to his workshop, grinning as the little one giggled.

“This is where I do my work.” He motioned for them to come in. “And…my more personal projects. But, the reason we’re here. You can take one duck from any pile, except that one.” He pointed to one closer to his desk. “Those ones are more dangerous.”

The child came in, their eyes lighting up at all the colorful little things. They came in such a variety. They’d never seen so many colors in one room either, especially such beautiful bright ones. Their ears perked up in delight as their tail started to wag. Going towards one of the safe piles, they went to touch but stopped, hesitating as they looked at him.

Lucifer, himself, wasn’t able to help the soft smile as he watched the wonder and joy in the child’s eyes. No one had been so excited to see his ducks in years. Charlie used to love them when she was younger, but she’d grown. Not as enthused. But the little one was enthralled by them all.

“You can look through them.” He encouraged.

“…they’re all yours?” They asked him.

“Yes, but like I said. You can choose one for yourself.”

They retracted their hand though. “I can’t take your things. That’s wrong.”

“What have you been doing around here?” He asked.

They looked up, putting an arm over their mouth as they swallowed. So, they had pretty decent manners for a child.

“Cleaning.” They answered.

He waited for more but they just sat there, tail slowly swishing behind them.

“Wait, wait. You’ve only been cleaning since you’ve been here?”

They nodded snout scrunching up slightly. “The dust kept making me sneeze. And it needed to be cleaned.”

“So, you haven’t been…playing or reading? Anything like that?”

“…I’m not supposed to touch anything I don’t need to.” They shifted in their seat. “And I only need to when I clean.”

Damn it Lucifer.

He hung his head for a moment forming words before he looked up and put his hands on the table.

They sat there, taking it in before nodding. “Ok.”

They continued eating with that and he watched them carefully. He should have been clearer about his rule, but he didn’t think they’d take it that way. Strange kid.

“You can look through them.” He encouraged.

“…they’re all yours?” They asked him.

“Yes, but like I said. You can choose one for yourself.”

They retracted their hand though. “I can’t take your things. That’s wrong.

He laughed softly. “It’s not, I’m giving you one. You need something to play with. These are perfect.”

They looked at the pile, shifting slightly, clearly wanting to just go in. He couldn’t understand why they weren’t though.

“What do I give?” They asked, looking away from the temptation and back to him.

He frowned. “Nothing?”

“But you’re giving. I need to give back. That’s how it works.”

He still held his frown as he came over crouching in front of them. “No, this is a gift. You don’t give anything for a gift.”

“…Gift?”

He chuckled quietly thinking it a joke…but the child tilted their head in confusion. He stood in his crouched position for a moment before sitting cross-legged in front of them.

“Yeah, a gift. Things you get on birthdays and holidays. You know?” He waved his hand, but their ears went flat as they looked frustrated by their own confusion. “…Has no one ever given you a gift?”

“…no, I don’t think so.”

He let out a humorless laugh of disbelief. “Who was taking care of you before?”

That question got him closed out as they wrapped their tail close and clasped their hands together as they looked down. He sighed deeply as he tapped his hands against his legs.

Ok. Ok. A lot of things were starting to make sense.

“Ok, let me see your hand little one.” He held his hand out to them palm out.

They hesitated as they stared at his hand. Cautiously, they put their hand in his.

“Palm up.” He told them gently as he looked over to the pile of ducks, looking over it carefully.

They silently followed his instructions as he saw a cute little duck wearing a little fishing hat and holding a fishing hook (That actually reeled in! But that’s not what matters right now.). He took it into his free hand before he put the little duck in their hand. Carefully, he had them close their hand around it gently.

“This is yours. It’s a gift from me to you. A gift means you don’t give me anything. It’s yours to enjoy and do whatever you like with it. It’s yours.” He emphasized as he put one hand carefully on their shoulder.

His hand let go of theirs and their hand shook slightly.

“And, I want to gift you a few more, make up for all the gifts everyone should have been giving you.” He smiled gently. “But I want you to pick the ones you like instead. Sound good?”

“You promise?” They muttered instead.

“Promise what?” He asked.

“It’s mine?” They looked up at him with misty eyes.

He smiled sadly as he gently put a hand on their cheek. “I promise. I won’t let anyone take them away from you.”

They let out a quiet whimper and he sighed as he gently pulled them forward and into a hug. He gently pet the top of their head and instead of hugging him, they hugged their gift close.

“You’ll be alright now little one.”

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Dude, imagine something like: TADC x Mime! Reader. Reader usually stays quiet most of the time, but sometimes they suddenly talk startling everyone around them. At the same time, they are like, very expressive, using exaggerated gestures and facial expressions, and usually communicates solely through their miming skills. And if you wanna go extra crazy THEY COULD ALSO HAVE SOMETHING LIKE MR. MIME FROM POKEMON, where they like, do a mimic of a wall, and then a invisible wall appears out of nowhere or something like that

I hope you understood what i meant, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language 💖💖

TADC cast x mime!reader !

eueueu i totally understand what youre saying and i love the idea sm!! i love it when mime characters have mime physics, or when clown characters have clown physics!! love it so so so much!! sorry if this is a little short, ive been writing personal stuff all day and the back aches are starting to creep back in already </3

CAINE:

his jaw drops the first time you speak, he genuinely thought you were totally incapable of speech thanks to your whole theme going on... i think he would love your little mime tricks with the invisible walls and barriers and... did you just no clip through the floor while pretending to walk down some stairs...? where did you go?? where? was there another no clip glitch issue thing going on? he thought he fixed that...!

POMNI:

ah, a jester and her mime.... not the weirdest pairing... though granted pomni doesnt commit to the bit of being a jester and doesnt do tricks or jokes.. while you do commit... i think she would grow frustrated if you put a barrier up and made her slow down... calm down.. chill.. sure you understand the whole "finding the exit" thing going on with her, but rushing things probably wont help.... to time out she goes... probably gives you a side eye if she sees you just randomly walking on some invisible platform to just. leave in the middle of an IHA

JAX:

tries to coax you into using your powers for evil... i have a feeling jax doesnt like people who arent talkers... like being incapable of speak is one thing, i think at most is that he would make decisions for you (ie wrap an arm around your shoulder and be like "oh well me and (reader) were just thinking about......." yk? like in a joking way) but i dont think he likes quiet people... tries to coax you into speaking more... imagine you never spoke before in front of anyone and you finally reveal that you can talk, to jax, and he tries to tell everyone but no one believes him. psychological torment 101

RAGATHA:

i like to think she plays along with your mime antics, pretending to also be putting up invisible props and such... though her actions and movements are noticeably more sloppy and not as... fluid...? afterall, ragatha hasnt spent time practicing to be anywhere near your level! is a little surprised when she finds out your stuff is at least somewhat tangible within the digital world... thinks your emoting is cute..

KINGER:

so you know how he gets startled by gangle simply standing next to him? its like that with you, but he jumps when you randomly start talking next to him.. ponders... invisible safe square/cube/whatever... though i think part of the comfort of a pillow fort is that hes out of sight... but i think he would enjoy it at least a little if you created something like that for him

ZOOBLE:

enjoys that you dont talk much, zooble doesnt like chatty people i dont think... though they are willing to listen to you on days where you do feel like striking up a conversation... you actually get a laugh out of them when you banish jax to time out (aka putting up 4 see through walls around him for whatever length of time to atone for whatever crime he committed that day)

"he took my arm off.. give him an hour.."

GANGLE:

art kid meets art kid, you guys are both a little silly... okay sure your stuff is more performative, and while gangle does have a comedy and tragedy mask her thing is more so in drawing and painting imo, i love me artistic gangle... loves doing your makeup, if its not just a permanent part of your digital face, and can be customized... not much to be said here... theres comfortable silence between the two of you when you hang out since you dont talk often and gangle doesnt know what to talk about and may or may not fear ruining the dynamic between the two of you

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #jax x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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hoes4lino · 9 months

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Do you wanna share a Towel | Pt2.

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains nsfw content! Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) mentions of alcohol and knifes; minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: Childhood friends to Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: it's spring break and your mom and her best friend decide to rent an airbnb to spend the week in, everything sounds great until you realize Minho has to tag along.

Authors Note: This is part 2 of the story, its not necessary to read the first part to enjoy this part, however I would recommend to read part 1 first!

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The soft moonlight caresses your face as you sleep soundly on your bed, the sound of crickets and rain embracing the ambience. You don’t remember what you were dreaming or how long have you been asleep, you stare at the clock to see is not even dinner time, yet it looks so dark outside.

Your eyes move around analyzing the room, you woke up because you swore something touched your leg. The room was pitched dark due to the rainstorm, you tried to find the switch to turn your lamp on but couldn’t find it and getting up to turn on the bedroom light wasn’t definitely not part of your plan.

The sharp sound of a thunder echoing in the silent room, your eyes squeezed shut as you embrace your plushie. Eyes trembling as you saw something moving on the corner of your eyes “YAH MINHO IF YOU ARE THE ONE DOING THIS IS NOT FUNNY” You screamed in panic.

The room was silent again your heartbeat ringing in your ears; you decided to call for your mom “MO-” you were interrupted as something launched on top of you like a cat, panic filling your body. Muffled screams falling from your mouth as you felt a warm hand covering your mouth, you body moved trying to escape their embrace but it was hopeless they had you pin your bed.

“Y/n relax it’s me” His voice had no reason to sound that soft and comforting, you open your eyes to be greeted with his. Big orbs that shined under the moonlight, his gaze was soft as he slowly started to unpin you from the bed. He moved to turn your lamp on; his eyes quickly moving to focus on the wall and his body tensing. His ears turned into a slight shade of red as he realized you were wearing only a t-shirt and your underwear. Your messy hair and puffy face were quite a sight, he could feel blood rushing down to his… He got smashed out of his thoughts as a pillow flung to his face.

“YAH LEE MINHO IM SERIOUSLY GONNA KILL YOU” You started attacking him with your pillow, he did his best to try and defend himself, however there was no way to block your punches as you were basically on top of him. “YOU SON OF A BITCH DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO” You kept screaming as you hit him, his chuckles filling the room.

“I was trying to recreate the old times” You stop at his words and scoff. Minho and you used to prank each other every time you got the chance to, however, as he started high school he became too sensitive and would actually get mad at whatever prank you pulled on him. The last one being the one that broke your friendship.

It was a sunny summer day; you, Minho and your ex boyfriend (who was also his friend) were chilling at the beach, everything was good although you noticed Minho was quieter than usual and seemed rather out of place. You thought an innocent prank would lighten his mood, so you decided to fill a bucket of water and secretly sneak behind his chair. The cold water poured on his brown hair and his whole body tensed. His eyes burning fire as he stood up to look at you and your ex boyfriend laughing.

He walked away without spatting a single word, your stomach dropping as you followed him closer to the ocean, you knew he was mad. Next thing you know he has his friendship bracelet on his hand and he is throwing far away on the ocean. A tear rolled down your cheek as you look dumbfounded at him, you both made those matching bracelets during first grade craft time, it hold a lot of symbolism in your friendship. “Now you are just a memory” Were his last words as he left. Since then you would only see each other when your mothers made reunions, however, never spoke like actual friends again.

“Old times?” You questioned while looking at him, he just hummed in response and a sharp thunder filled the silence of the room. You didn’t realize his hands were resting on your hips until you wanted to stand up “You creep” You mumble.

— — —

“We are going to buy some stuff for today’s movie night, you two stay here and organize the rest of the stuff, we left a list on the counter” The loud clinging of the keys plus your mom’s words were ignored by your brain as you think in the living room couch about Minho’s behavior this past days.

It’s been 3 days into the trip and so far you have noticed his been acting strange, suddenly he is not the cold teenager you knew, he is turning back into the soft funny Minho you knew back when you were 12 years old. What happened that he suddenly want to go back to your childhood times.

“I call dips on the baking part” You look up to be met with Minho standing in front of you holding a list, you must have been really distracted to notice his presence.

“What are you talking about” You furrowed your eyebrows “Did you not hear what your mom said” You look around trying to find you mom but she is nowhere to be seen “Oh my god y/n” He rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration.

“They went out to buy the last ingredients for dinner, they left of a list to prepare the movie night” He hands you over the list, you give it a quick scan before pouting “Why you get the best part” You shot at him “Cause I’m the one listening to what our moms say” He scoff, a lightning illuminating the living room and your eyes shooting up to met his “Wait, but what about the storm? it’s dangerous” Your eyes filled with concern: Minho just shrugging in response “I’m sure they will be fine” He said before leaving to the kitchen.

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You had no business to be so paranoid, sending texts to your mom every 30 minutes to make sure she was ok, 2hrs passed and you were done setting the living room, you made sure it looked comfy and perfect for the movie night, however, you still kept worrying about your mom.

“Can you stop bothering her, nothing bad will happen” Minho said behind you as he placed a plate with brownies in the table in front of you “You never know” You spat back, your hand moving to reach for a brownie.

Your hand being smacked as soon as you touched one “OUUCH YAH” You slightly turn your head to look at him, your heartbeat stopping for a second as his face was already close to yours “No dessert before dinner” He scold you, you could feel his breath hitting your face although it smell like fresh mint you pretended to be disgusted and pushed him away.

“Ewww get your stinky ass away from me” You made a sound like if you were about to puke, Minho just stood there and couldn’t help but laugh at you “I’m sorry princess” He said leaving the living room and leaving you there with a your face red as a tomato. Princess you thought.

The sound of your ringtone filled the silence in the room and caught your attention. Your mom’s name appearing on the bright screen. In that moment you were both relief and concerned that she called you, afraid she might give you bad news.

“Hey mom, everything alright” You were quick to say as soon as you answered the phone, your words catching Minho’s attention and making him come back to the living room.

“Yeah Honey, but theres a slight problem” Both of you turn to see each other with wide eyes, Minho gesturing you to put the phone on speaker as he sat next to you.

“What’s wrong” You could feel your voice trembling a little bit, deep inside you knew you might have been exaggerating the whole situation but it’s your mom and you deeply care about her.

“So we got all the ingredients we needed for dinner, however, a tree fell on the road and now its blocked. The authorities told us to wait inside this restaurant and well…” Her words were interrupted a faint voice speaking in the background. “Here is the pasta you asked for ma’am” Both you and Minho comically gasped as if you both got backstabbed.

“You are eating without us?!?” You place your hand on your heart, your mom laughed in response “We were hungry I’m sorry… But hey you have Minho he a great cook. We will be back soon hopefully, please don’t kill each other” You mom said in a cheerful voice.

“Love you~~~” Both your mom and his said over the phone, giggles being heard as they hung up.

You threw your phone on the table and laid back on the couch “ughhh” You cover your face with your hands as you see Minho’s smirk forming in the corner of his mouth.

“Guess its just you and me” He leaned over teasing you “Why are suddenly excited?” You sat down looking at him with an eyebrow raised. He just laughed.

“Im serious, you been avoiding me for years and suddenly you are all clingy? idk” You said with a dead tone looking at him. His face was emotionless although you could tell by his eyes that he regretted the way he treated you years ago.

“Y/n I-” He began to speak but you were quick to speak “Save it” You stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, his body following yours like a magnet. You scan the fridge and took out some chicken and salad ingredients.

“What are you doing” He questioned you from behind as you started to clean the vegetables “I’m cooking my dinner, you might be a better cook but I’m an independent woman” You smug at him.

“Let me help you” He said, his body caging you as he moved to grab some tomatoes —you turn your body around to face him, a knife in your hand “I rather do it myself” You carefully tapped the knife on his chest, your eyes never moving from his as your hand traced lines on his shirt.

His eyes moved to look at the knife, a smirk plastered on his face. He leaned over so he was closer to your face “Do I have to remind you our mom’s want BOTH of us alive?” He emphasized the word as he chuckled.

“You are lucky to be mommy’s boy” You sighed turning around and continuing your task of cutting the cucumbers in small pieces. He chuckled behind you, your blood boiling.

“There’s better cutting methods” He teased leaning over to your ear “I’m sorry Gordon Ramsay” You weren’t having it, one part of you wanted to give in into his teasing; the other part wanted to punch him due to his sudden switch up.

A gasp unintentionally left your mouth as his hand was placed on top of both your hands and his firm body was pressed against yours, caging you between the counter and his body.

“This way is easier” He whispered in your ear as he guided your hands. You weren’t going to lie— you felt like Gordon Ramsay cutting that cucumber… you made a mental note to take some cooking classes.

“Now keep that pace and I will move onto the tomatoes” He let go from your body and left to wash the tomatoes. It felt wrong the way your body missed his warmth behind you, you felt like something was missing.

— — —

You came back to the kitchen, a bottle of red wine in your hand. Minho looked at you as you place it in the counter in front of him. “My mom said no alcohol in the house” You look around at the kitchen “No mom’s no rules” You said as you opened the bottle of wine, the sound of the pop and wine pouring in the glass echoing in the kitchen.

He was hypnotized by the way your lips attached to the glass, the liquid going down your throat as you drink it all at once. You groan as you place the glass on the table with a loud thud.

“Want some?” You raise your glass at him. He looks hesitant but grabs it anyway.

— — —

Bottle almost empty you too stand in the kitchen washing the dishes. Even though the wine wasn’t as strong to get you wasted you could tell you were tipsy. You could also tell Minho was tipsy— maybe it was because he was giggling more than usual or the faint pink tint on his cheeks.

“So I guess I was jealous when you dated Jisung” He confessed, his gaze looking at the cup he was cleaning— your laugh ringing in his ears “So you are telling me- 16 year old you, stopped hanging out with me cause I dated your best friend?” You kept laughing making him more embarrassed of his confession.

“It wasn’t like that!” He defended himself “I was happy trust, but then you started ditching me for him and” He stopped mid sentence, his mouth opening and closing.

“And?” You questioned, tilting your head to find his gaze “And…” He continued “I missed your attention I guess…” He trailed “Plus Jisung was really annoying! He would always brag about your relationship” He rolled his eyes “That idiot lucky I love him to death.” He spat taking the last sip of his wine.

You chuckled at his words, hearing this confession cleared out so many things of your friendship “And here I was thinking you hated me this whole time” His eyes quickly moved to look at yours— they were soft and hold a lot of emotions behind them. A pout formed on his mouth before he moved to place a hand on your face.

“Princess I would never hate you” One of his hands moved to your waist and moved you so his body cornered yours against the kitchen counter.

“And… if I ever did… it was out of love” You couldn’t believe his words at that moment… He loved you?— your eyes scanned his face in search for something, a hint. Something that would tell you he is lying… that this is a prank.

“Seeing the way you would kiss him… the things he told me… it all made me hate you… because I wanted your love” He chuckled nervously, his face was inches away from yours. You placed a hand on top of the one he had on your face.

His soft eyes scanned yours, a fond smile forming on his face as he saw your confusion. “May I kiss you” Neither of you knew were this boldness was coming from, maybe it was the alcohol but you didn’t really care as you softly nodded.

Your lips met with a soft peck, his lips felt smooth and warm against yours. A million butterflies ran through your veins as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to grab your waist and move you to sit on top of the counter.

You spread your legs so he could fit in between them, you thighs trapping him— his body pressed firm against yours.

His hands roamed free on your body as your hand wrapped around his neck. The wet sound of the kisses echoing in your ears. You could feel a pool forming in your panties, your body craving his touch.

Unconsciously you grind on him making him moan in the kiss, the gasp as you bite his lip. Both of you making eye contact as you pant for air. “Not to be a creep but… I have fantasized with this moment” He confessed chuckling.

“You horny creep” You spat back latching your lips again with his— this time your hands roaming under his shirt and moving down to unbuckle his pants. “Will this ruin anything” He stopped your hands and looked deeply into your eyes, trying to find any hint of regret.

You smile at him hoping this would ease his nerves— your face leaning to his ears “If anything it will improve our friendship” You whispered nibbling the flesh on his neck— a purple mark starting to form.

“Fuck” He whimpered, his lips crashing on yours. The way he kisses you is so addicting, the way he would pull your lips with his teeth just to crash back on them. He would also variate the pace, from slow and passionate to fast and hungrier. You know what they say— slow kisses are sluttier, definitely your favorite ones.

Each kiss told a different story, some told you how much he loved you, others how much he craved you, and others how much he was enjoying this. Minho isn’t a man that will express his emotions through words— his way to express emotions is through his body language, and that’s how you know he desperately wants to fuck your brains out.

The way his body would match yours, both grinding against each other like horny teenagers. Maybe you two were 21 now but you know that at some point through your teenage years you fantasized with this. After all he was hot and popular… could you blame you?

A loud moan echoed the room, the way his fingers would tease your dripping entrance while he nibbled the flesh of your neck. “If you are this wet from a little make out session I can’t imagine with my dick inside you” He took his fingers out your panties and move them to show you. His fingers were coated with your arousal, slowly dripping into your thighs— he chuckled before sucking his fingers clean, his dark eyes never breaking contact with yours.

“You are truly a delight” He smiled at your flushed face “Next time I’m eating you out until you forget your name” He chuckled before kissing you again. He pressed his tongue against yours so you could taste yourself. This man was driving you insane.

“I will be gentle I promise” He said as he slid his tip on your slit, covering it with your arousal— he teased your entrance, a moan coming out of his mouth due to his teasing, he was also getting desperate.

“Minho” You squealed in frustration as he slowly pumped in and out his tip on your entrance “Fuck y/n, say my name like that again and I will fill you to the brim” A sharp moan left your lips as he started to move all the way in.

You made a mental note at that moment to ask if he was still going to those dance classes you both joined in high school— He had no business to be so skilled, the way his hips would move sharply but gentle at the same time had you on the edge.

Minho was a man that would put your pleasure first than his. When he saw your back arching as he touched THAT spot multiple times, he felt butterflies running all over his body.

Your mouth half open, eyes rolled back. You felt like you were scratching an itch that you couldn’t find. It felt heavenly.

“Min- I-” You mind goes blank as you try to scramble words together, your vision going blur as you feel your high approaching “I know princess” He placed a hand on your tummy pushing you down on the counter.

With your body fully laid on the counter he had a better access to your dripping cunt. His thumb drew circles on your clit as he kept hitting that spot you loved with the curve of his dick.

Your moans echoed on his brain, it was like a melody to him, he wanted your whimpers and moans engraved in his brain.

A sharp moan left your mouth as you felt your warm cum washing down, your arousal dripping from your cunt and his dick and spilling over his legs and counter.

Minho felt his high approaching as your sensitive cunt squeezed his dick, the way your walls sucked him in was making him reach cloud9. “Fuck” He whispered as he was about to pull out to cum on your stomach.

“Please cum inside me” You grabbed his hand so he wouldn’t pull out— your command was music to his ears. Making it easier for him to cum.

Long shots of warm cum spilling inside of you. It was a sensation you have never experienced before. You were on the pill for a while but never dared to have unprotected sex, however, with Minho… you trust him so much you didn’t care about anything.

Once he pulled out of you, his body crashed on top of yours in the counter. It was indeed uncomfortable but you both didn’t care as you both got off your high.

A ding from your phone startled both of you and straighten your postures. Minho laughed as he checked your phone. It was your mom.

Mom: There in 10 ❤️

It was comically how both of you rushed to clean the kitchen and try to make each other look decent. Both of your bodies crashing on the living room couch once done.

“I should take a shower” You said as you felt sticky and disgusting “Maybe we should share a towel” He teased leaning to peck your lips.

You chuckled as you stood up “Help our moms with the bags and met me in the shower” You wink at him before running upstairs.

In that moment Minho didn’t realize he was smiling like a lovesick boy, until he spotted his reflection on the tv screen. He swears he has never loved someone like this before.

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Authors Note: I originally finished this at 1:30am… when I was scheduling my tumblr crashed and erased the smut part… I was going to give up and postpone it for next month, but I’m tired of procrastinating so I speed ran the smut part with what I remembered 😭

Finished time: 2:47am

#skz smut #skz fluff #lee know fluff #lee know smut #stray kids #lee know imagines #leeknow smut #lee know angst #minho smut #lee minho smut #stray kids smut #lee know

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ateliersss · 3 months

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Red Dead Redemption 2

...is part of The Bookshelf.

Arthur Morgan

He Used To Be Mine

Crimson Snow

Young Love

Hibernate

Just Friends Summary: You’ve been good friends with Arthur for some time, and when he visits Mary, your jealousy gets the better of you.

Happy Ending Summary: When the gang splits and Dutch shows his true colors, you and Arthur grab the gang's money from deep within Murfee Brood Cave and escape to live a happy life together.

A Selfless Act Summary: Your former partners abandon you in the mountains. Luckily, you come across a lonely cowboy who saves you from freezing to death.

Chance Encounter Summary: You have been working on Emerald Ranch as long as you can remember. One day, you notice a cowboy who from this day on seems to appear more often to do business with Seamus. You are not sure why, but this man has your fullest attention.

My Last Confession Summary: A robbery goes awry and you find yourself fighting for your life.

Lost and Found Summary: After getting separated from the gang, you thought you would never see Arthur or any of the other Van Der Linde’s again. That is, until you run into a familiar outlaw in the streets of Rhodes.

The Gala Summary: Dutch and Hosea take you out on your first job to a fancy gala. And Arthur isn’t too happy about it.

First Kisses Summary: Robbing rich folk in Saint Denis takes an unexpected turn, when Arthur and you are running from the law and in order to blend in, Arthur decides to kiss you - not knowing he had taken your first kiss. After finding out about it he hopes for a chance to redeem himself.

Placeholder Summary: You and Arthur have been together for a while, but Arthur gets another letter from Mary and goes to see her. You overhear their conversation, and it wasn't what you were hoping…

The Job Offer Summary: You get an offer for an honest job outside of the gang, making Arthur begin to confront his feelings for you.

No Offense Summary: You unintentionally offend Arthur while out in town.

Violet Flowers Summary: You find John Marston staring at you longer than you'd come to appreciate. As you confront your friend, he can't help but let it slip that Arthur has a big surprise for you.

Our Dear, Green Little Friend Summary: Oh, jealousy. When the thought of you straying too close to the comfort of Charles, the green monster claws its way into Arthur’s head.

The Final Choice Summary: Arthur has to make a choice, you or Mary?

Delicate Summary: When Arthur and the gang are out in Valentine, you can’t help but notice that he left his journal by his bedside, unattended. You’re aware that Arthur is never careless enough to leave something so valuable to him in camp and see you see it as an opportunity. Upon reading his journal, you discover something that changes everything…

Spark (Series) Summary: An impulsive and reckless girl who stands for everything Arthur tries to overcome joins the gang. Even worse, she is related to Micah Bell. What starts off as a relationship of mistrust and hate slowly transforms into a beautiful, deeper connection, as both parties realise that there is more to the other person than what meets the eye at first.

Your Protector Summary: Arthur comes to your rescue while you’re being harassed.

A Proper Woman Summary: After getting all dressed up for a day on the town, you need Arthur's help getting off a corset.

Low Below 0°C Summary: You’ve just escaped from Blackwater, barely ducking from bullets that were shot your way. Your trusted horse, however, wasn’t so lucky. Stuck in Colter with no stables to buy a horse from, Arthur decides to go out and get you one, but not just any one, a White Arabian. Is the horse the only thing he’s bringing back?

A Bastard Child Summary: After finding out that the reader is pregnant with his child, Arthur can’t help but think about Eliza and Isaac. Hosea comes to find him when after Arthur stayed away from camp for a while.

I'll Be Here in the Morning Summary: Words spoken so late at night are not always the most honest.

Accused of Love Summary: It reaches your ears that there in camp goes on a bet that you and Arthur will end up together. You decide that as an involved party you should get a cut from it, and go on to make sure that the bet is won.

Can't Buy Me Love Summary: Almost everyday like clockwork, Arthur brings you gifts like some sort of offerings. Is he trying to win you over? It doesn’t matter though, because you already like him, but a personal conflict is keeping you from telling him that. Until…

Walk Cut Short Summary: The tension hung thick and heavy as you walked down the deserted main street of Rhodes. “This don’t feel right,” said Arthur. That would be an understatement, you thought as you looked around the town that usually bustled with people, currently looking like a ghost town. Suddenly, a gunshot rang, sending everyone in action, and you on the ground. Was this it for you?

Liquid Courage Summary: Confessing your love to Arthur while he’s drunk is a great plan, since he wasn’t going to remember it in the morning, right?

Protector Summary: You can defend yourself. Arthur knows this. But he makes sure Micah knows you aren’t the only reason he should keep his hands to himself.

Defender, Protector, Keeper Summary: Arthur steps in to help you with your son after a run in with Micah.

More Take Than Give Summary: After Blackwater, things are only getting more strained between you and Arthur.

Loyalty and Liabilities Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but to stand up for Arthur when Dutch talks down on him.

Intuition Summary: You fear Arthur may have done something horrible.

Captive Summary: On your way back to camp, the O’Driscolls attack.

Lake Summary: He's walking in on you bathing.

Graphite and Gratitude Summary: After a difficult day in camp coming to a head when Micah crosses a line, Arthur comforts you in an unexpected way - by sharing his journal with you.

Drunken Flirtations Summary: Arthur is drunk, and some drunken flirtation ensues between the two of you.

Downtime and a Bath Summary: You take a part time job at a hotel near camp, hoping to find some leads on potential jobs for the Gang. Being called away from your normal duties to give a gentleman a Deluxe bath, the last person you expect to find in the tub is the Gang's enforcer, Arthur Morgan.

The Art Of Thievery Summary: A curious evening in the Parlour House when you meet a certain deputy.

Charles Smith

Beer Bottles and Broken Fingers Summary: Charles doesn’t like how Micah speaks to you.

Lake Summary: He's walking in on you bathing.

The Protrait of Charles Smith

Dutch Van der Linde

No Title Summary: Dutch seems like a stranger to you now and maybe it’s time to take a step back.

Of Cigars and Delicate Flowers Summary: Dutch just wanted to get new cigars. Who knew you had to save him.

Thus With a Kiss I Die

Bruises

Pregnant?

Micah Bell

Lilacs Summary: Someone keeps leaving flowers on your bedroll. Guess you have a secret admirer.

Lake Summary: He's walking in on you bathing.

Hosea Matthews

That Old Time Feeling

Flaco Hernandez

Home With You Summary: You hadn’t seen Flaco in ages, so decided to pay him a visit.

Mrs. Hernandez Summary: Whilst finally being reunited with your sweetheart, Flaco calls you something that he’s never called you before, and you love it.

Sean MacGuire

I Will Always Come Back

All I Need

Home

No Title Summary: Sean seems to have disappeared, but on his return he seems to have a strange surprise with him, and is it for you?

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #charles smith x reader #charles smith x you #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x you #hosea matthews x reader #hosea matthews x you #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x you #flaco hernandez x reader #flaco hernandez x you #micah bell x reader #micah bell x you

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inbarfink · 7 months

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Goddam, just seeing Simon in these last two episodes is really flooding me with so many conflicting emotions.

Because, on the one hand, after his lowest point in Episode 4 - resigning himself to death in the hands of the Scarab - he’s clearly finally doing better. Just look at him making plans

And showing off his smarts

And finally genuinely smiling and feeling happy

And being so glad to meet the alt versions of his friends

And getting excited about his nerdy shit for the first time in glob-knows-how-long

And cracking goofy geeky jokes

And offering others the same grace and kindness he was given when he was trapped under the curse of the Magic Crown

And trying to be comforting and fatherly and give Fionna advice and cheer her up

He’s so clearly doing a lot better now, he’s rediscovering aspects of himself that his depression has torn away from him, he found a meaning and purpose in his life again. And it should warm my heart, and on some level it does....

But it also sends a chill down my spine knowing that this purpose that brought back the light into Simon’s eyes, the purpose he finally found is sacrificing his mind and identity again for the sake of Fionna’s happiness and her world.

He’s throwing himself right back into the miserable existence and the trauma he tries so hard to move forward from. He’s dooming himself because he honestly believes now that he’s always going to be miserable and lonely and fucked up so he might as well have be the kind of miserable and fucked up that is not lucid enough to know how miserable he is all of the time. The kind of misery that at least fits into his world.

Because he started to romanticize being the Ice King in a twisted kinda way, and now he has found the excuse to turn it into a selfless, noble act. Because the only way he feels like he’s useful and like he has worth is by protecting and helping and sacrificing himself for the sake of others.

(And like, especially in light of how he was trying to resign himself to death just moments before coming up with his plan. Not to get extremely dark, but.... suicidal people often seem to ‘get better’ just before the try to kill themselves. Because they feel like they’re finally ‘doing something’ and their misery is almost over. That kinda feels what Simon is going through right now? Becoming the Ice King again is not literally death, but it is a sort of death for Simon Petrikov’s identity.)

And this new sense of purpose in saving Fionnaworld by dooming himself is clearly blinding Simon to so many obviously telegraphed signs that this is a horrible idea.

He saw hints of just how badly Farmworld Finn has been dealing with his own Magic Crown Related Trauma

and maybe if things would’ve been different this could’ve been something they could have commiserated over. Simon could’ve had someone who understood a bit of what he has gone through, and seeing a version of Finn, of all people, face similar struggles - maybe could’ve helped him feel a little less Uniquely and Irredeemably Fucked Up. (For bonus points, they're ALSO both dealing with the grief of losing their Significant Other)

But his newfound obsession that Everything Will Be Better Once He’s Cursed again was making him totally ignore all of this.

And then there’s their little adventure in the Winter Kingdom. Which had both the Candy Queen/Princess Bubblegum as a perfect reminder of the suffering and pain involved in being trapped in the Madness of the Magic Crown

And the Winter King as a reminder of the harmful and twisted things he was capable of doing as the Ice King.

But instead he basically refused to learn any lesson from that Universe that’s not just ‘Fuck That Version of Me Specifically’ and tried to advice Fionna to do the same.

But well, while I am still worried about Simon’s mental state, his improved disposition does give me a little bit of hope. Hope that maybe he himself will notice that he is doing better and won’t be quite so eager to sacrifice his own sanity. Or maybe more likely, hope that now that he’s not just a miserable sadman screaming at their faces

Fionna and Cake are growing to appreciate Simon Petrikov for who he is and will simply refuse to let him sacrifice himself for their sake. Because, yeah, Simon tried to tell Fionna to not worry about all of that Winter Kingdom stuff, that it was just that Simon was ‘messed up’ - but since when does Fionna Campbell do what she’s told?

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angxljxrdyn · 3 months

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☆▪︎daily shenanigans with your husband, Toji Fushiguro▪︎☆

filipino au, reader x toji 🔞

an: i haven't seen any filipino smuts here in tumblr and twt so i am so glad to post one 🥺

You were laying down on your shared bed with your one and only, Toji Fushiguro. Nags-scroll ka lang sa facebook waiting for your husband to finish showering.

“Sarap mo talaga” he said trying to catch your attention which he succeeded in doing because you turned your head towards his direction.

As he finished using the bathroom, lumabas siya para kumuha ng damit at magpalit and as he did so. he noticed you laying down on the bed with your right leg flexing to the left exposing your thighs and ass.

“Ulol mo, gusto mo lang makaiscore eh” sabi mo habang tumatawa which provoked him to do so.

“Totoo naman eh nakikita ko yung bakat ng puke mo hanggang dito oh ang sarap kainin” he said as he was slowly approaching you.

You on the other hand was cringing at what he said then you replied “Tangina mo makakaisa ka na naman parang hindi mo ako kinantot kanina ah”. “Eh kanina pa yon tsaka dapat 24/7 kang dinidiligan” sabi niya habang tinatanggal ang kanyang tuwalya sa kanyang bewang

“Grabe oh tayong tayo na toh dahil sayo” he said while looking down at his dick and climbed the bed hovering above you.

“Pucha wala naman akong ginagawa. Ang bilis mong tayuan nakakaloka” sabi mo habang inaayos ang iyong pwesto sa ilalim niya.

“sa tuwing nakikita ko yang puke mo inisip ko lang kung gaano kasarap kantutin yan tsaka labasan sa loob mo” he said while reaching out for your pussy and tapping it which made you lightly squirm. "oh tignan mo gusto mo rin naman pala" habol niyang sabi.

You then rolled your eyes jokingly then said “sige papayag ako basta ako nasa taas”.

“sasakyan mo ako? sige ba tignan natin kung kakayanin mo” sabi niya while plopping beside you then laid down comfortably and then you removed your shorts and shirt leaving you with just your panty.

You sat on his lap then stared at his dick for a few seconds then decided to give him a hand job first.

“Fuck ang galing mo talaga humawak ng tite” he moaned at your actions. Skilled ka na sa mga ganitong bagay dahil lagi ninyo itong ginagawa.

Your right hand was gliding up and down his dick sending him shivers down his spine while your left hand was occasionally massaging your pussy.

Hindi naman ata makukumpleto ang isang handjob kung hindi chuchupain diba that’s why you quickly made your way down to suck him off.

When you were about to suck him off, Toji stopped you from doing so and carried you from your arms to sit you on top of his dick.

“Basang basa na nga puke mo hindi mo pa ipasok” he said vulgary to you while grabbing your hips then slamming your pussy down his dick. “T-tangina mo sandali lang” you moaned out as you tried to take him in fully.

“A-anlaki mo talaga…i am so fucking full” you said as you held on to his arms for dear life. As you get comfortable with his dick literally impaling you, you start to bounce slowly. You moan every time you bottom him out while he on the other hand is enjoying the view of you bouncing up and down.

"Fuck mas tinitigasan ako dahil sa boobs mo shit anlaki pa tapos tayong tayo pa utong mo” sabi niya while reaching out to your boobs for him to massage it.

Putangina ang galing niya talaga humawak ng dede kapag libog na libog, you thought to yourself pero wala ka ng magagawa ganyan talaga asawa mo eh.

As he was feeling your body, ikaw naman ay nagpapakahirap sakyan ang kanyang tite. Your clit is even hitting the base of his dick which made you squirt and let out the most pornographic moan you could ever release.

“S-shit shit shit” you cried out as juices from your dear pussy came out. He chuckled as you tried to control yourself from losing it but then you lost it when his fingers made contact with your clit.

“W-wait wag muna…’m sensitive” you said as you hold on to his wrist as you try to stop him from doing what he wants to do.

“Anong wag muna, first time mo lang toh nagawa” he said at oo totoo naman na first time mo lang magsquirt sa buong buhay mo pero he’s persistent as fuck kaya hinawakan niya parin ang puke mo to add pressure on your clit.

He followed your pussy as you started to go up and won to finish what you started.

You were a moaning mess on top of him as you bounced up and down his very big dick.

Tangina his girth is to die for talaga o baka yun ang papatay ata sayo ni hindi na nga gumagana utak mo kakasakay mo eh.

The only thing that’s going on inside your head is kung gaano siya kalaki at kung gaano ka sarap pinapatamaan ng ulo niya ang cervix mo. Malapit na kayong labasan kaya medyo bumabagal ang iyong galaw kaya’t si Toji nalang ang gagawa ng paraan para sa inyong dalawa.

“Don’t give up on me, pretty…kailangan ko ilabas tamod ko sa loob” he said as he lifted his hips up to meet your pussy.

As you both try to reach your climax, your pussy was pulsating signaling that a few more thrust and you are cumming which Toji knew and obliged. He met your thrusts halfway and held your hips to make sure the tip of his dick is really kissing your cervix

“Fuck fuck eto na lalabas na, babe” you said as you bounced up and down before cumming all over his cock and completely stopping from riding him.

“Paano naman ako kung titigil ka” he said which made you come to your senses and slowly lifted yourself up then slamming your hips down gradually increasing your speed. As you rode him for quite some time, he finally came inside you.

“Ang init ng tamod mo, babe” you said as you look at him straight on to his eyes. “Magulat ka na lang kung malamig yan” he said trying to make you laugh which he successfully did while caressing your thighs with his big hands.

You lifted yourself up, his dick sliding off you which made you feel empty for a few seconds before all of your cum seeped out from your pulsating hole. “Gago andaming tamod” he said as he reached out to your pussy then slipped his two fingers inside of you.

“Syempre hindi natin sasayangin yan kaya ibabalik natin” he said while smirking and fingering your pussy. His fingers were full of cum and pussy juices making it a lube for him at dahil don napadali ang pagfifinger niya sayo.

His fingers were so fat it could form a dick and the fact na it curls to reach your spots tangina. Lahat ng parte ng katawan niya malaki puta tama talaga na pinakasalan mo tong gagong toh.

“Shit p-pag ako nilabasan ulit” you said but he quickly replied with “edi labasan ka, mas maganda nga yon eh”.

He continued on fingering you which made you squirt and cum at the same time which he really found hot. “Tangina ang hot non gago tumayo ulit tite ko” he said looking at your pussy and slowly caressing your folds para ikalat ang tamod ninyong dalawa.

He sat up meeting your face then kissed you passionately. Oh tignan mo pati sa paghalik expert siya. Parang ganon ata talagaa kapag malibog.

His lips were attached to yours at talagang lasap na lasap niya ang iyong labi. His lips were so soft and tender kaya't natempt kang kagatin ito.

Your stared at him with you biting his lip, he said “pwede pa namang makaisa diba” then winked at you.

Mukhang hanggang madaling araw ata kayo sa kuwartong iyon.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #imagine #anime #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #filipino #tagalog #smut

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loupy-mongoose · 6 months

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Fuji stood in silence, the two Mews and the little Mewtwo floating in front of him. Randy's widened, horrified eyes locked onto Fuji's, neither seeming sure how to go on.

Finally, Fuji shook his head lightly and turned away. No... It... I-It has to be a dream... It's too... too surreal... Another Mewtwo, with Mo of all Mews... It has to be a dream...

Lavender floated toward him, casting a nervous look at her parents. I-It's not... I'm sorry... She gently reached out and touched his arm. We're real, and we're here...

Fuji steadily met her gaze. Then the gentle man turned from her to Randy. He looked long and hard at the pink Mew, and in the little bit of his consciousness that wasn't panicking or wishing to wake from this sudden nightmare, Randy thought he saw a lifetime flash in the man's eyes.

Finally, Fuji spoke. You aren't Mo, are you...

Randy felt as if his heart had been stabbed, and his blood went cold. Thoughts flooded uninvited into his mind.

How many times had he tried to convince himself that over the last five years?

How many times had he looked at himself in the mirror, wishing he would one day wake up with his old brown eyes, to find it had all been a cruel dream?

How many times had he been fine, only to be slammed with the fact that he was Mo...?

In his hesitation, Akoya answered for him. He's not... But we knew him...

Fuji's gaze darkened. Suddenly it makes sense why you'd know about Nico...

Randy, who could feel his attention being washed away by his anxiety, snapped back at those words. He vaguely noticed his wife's pelt puff up again.

His voice shook. ...What do you mean...?

Fuji looked at him questioningly. ...Wait, you didn't learn about him from Mo?

Randy felt a twinge in his mind. Mo... hadn't told him... right?

Surly he would remember that...

He... never mentioned him, no....

Fuji's eyes grew sad. I guess that makes sense too... He wasn't exactly happy about Nico...

So Mo knew him? How?

Fuji's gaze drifted into a time long passed. He took a breath and closed his eyes. Mo's DNA was used to create Nico... As an attempt to find a way to bring Mews back from extinction...

But... when he saw what was coming from it... He left...

And... I don't blame him...

His eyes bore into Randy. Are you related to him, at least? You look so much like him...

Randy's ears fell back, and his brows creased together. His voice was shaky and hoarse. ...I.... ah....

Akoya floated close to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned to her, fighting his daze of rising anguish, and anchored himself in her rich, sapphire eyes.

As he took a reassuring breath, Akoya turned back to Fuji. Are we still welcome to stay in your guest room? Or has that offer changed, now that you've seen what we are?

Fuji gave her a warm smile, though his eyes were still clouded with questions and his old memories. My arms and house are open to those in need. People and Pokemon alike. An eyebrow raised questioningly. Or... In between...? He shook off that train of thought. And I'd say you guys are in need of at least a place to rest.

Here you are.

The room was pleasant. A good sized bed loomed in the center, painfully inviting, with a short dresser at the foot of it. Two side tables flanked the head.

There are extra blankets and pillows in the dresser there. Make yourselves comfortable.

He gave them a deep, finalizing nod.

Have a good rest.

Akoya smiled at him. Thank you so much, Mr. Fuji. We really do appreciate it. It's just a... Well, it's been a weird day for us, too.

Fuji smiled back at her. He waved farewell, and they close the door.

Randy, now in human form, trudged over to the bed, leaning heavily on his cane. He fell onto it without a word and lay still.

Akoya, still in Mew form, hovered over and psychically repositioned him to be more comfortable. By the time she covered him with the blanket, he was fast asleep.

Lav, also still in her Mewtwo form, asked her mom quietly, Where are the twins?

Akoya looked at her, filled with a warm love and encouragement that Lav hadn't felt in quite awhile. They're with Persim, outside of Lavender. She thought for a moment and giggled. ...I'm not used to saying that word and not having it be about you.

Lav gave a light chuckle, but her mood wasn't lifted. She hugged herself, her tail resting on the floor around her feet. Her expression dropping, Akoya floated over to her.

I messed up, Mom... I didn't want you and Dad to get hurt... She looked at Randy, sleeping soundly on the bed. But he's still the one paying for it.

Akoya wrapped her tail around her daughter's two necks and gave her a hug on the head. She sighed. We all make mistakes, Lav. Some bring more weight than others. But we'll bare it together, okay? We'll work through this. Just remember, we've got your back. She glanced at her mate. And we've got his back.

Lavender gave a small scared smile and nodded.

Akoya pecked her on the cheek and floated away from Lav, toward where her best friend lay sleeping. She stopped and turned to Lav. You're welcome to join us on the bed, if you want.

Lav's tail flicked, and her ears went back. Thanks, Mom, but I think I'll pass...

Akoya gave her a sad but understanding look. Okay. Hey... We love you. Both of us. Very much.

Lav smiled, half-forced. I love you too, Mom.

She watched her mom fly over and disappear behind her dad. She hesitated, then floated over to him herself. She gave him a small kiss on his head, though she wasn't sure he would be aware of it.

Then she gathered some extra blankets and pillows, and floated over to the corner of the room, where she curled up in a makeshift fort and drifted off to sleep.

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plooto · 4 months

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⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 12 — kuru play ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. teacher ! reader , fingering , oral ( f rec . ) , improper use of kuru , pet names ( baby ) . lmk if i missed anything !!

now playing : have yourself a merry little christmas ; jackson 5

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lyle wasn’t always the smartest when it came to his new avatar body, even before when you were trying to teach him things he didn’t listen.

“ corporal, pay attention! ” you ridiculed, flicking him on the head to gather his focus once more.

“ ow! damn y’n, cut me a break. ” you scoffed, turning your head to the side with an ‘unbelievable’ smirk.

“ i’ll give you a break, ” you sat up, tiny hand grazing past his neck as you grab a hold of his kuru to pull it over his shoulder. “ when you tell me what this is for. ”

lyle looks down at you with a smirk on his face. you made a face back at him, raising your eyebrows, “ well? ”

“ what d’ya say we stop playing these games and we can get to the real questions. ” you feel a shiver run down your spine once your brain registered that his hand was slipping around your waist.

“ c- corporal? ” flustered and unsure what to do, you kept your grip on his kuru—the only thing that could ground you—as he pulled you into his lap, he same smirk still splayed on his face. hips spread and knees pressed into the hard surface below you, you stared up into lyle’s lust-blown eyes. a particularly loud swallow from you fills the still air, lyle grins at the sound, finally understanding the chokehold he has on you. his left hand lifts to rest under your chin before pushing it upwards.

“ y’re prettier like this, don’t y’think? ” your lips parted yet no sound came out. his smirk grew and his tail slapped against the floor. “ y’know, these li’l shorts y’wear, yor teasin’ me aren’t cha? ” finallly digging deep enough, you found your voice. your eyes darted around everywhere else as you tried to come up with a reply,

“ um.. no- they are only comfortable. ” you say, your voice was smaller than normal. you didn’t fight against his hand as he pushes your head upwards—just enough for him to slot his head in the crook of your neck. he takes a deep breath of your scent before his textured tongue licks a long stripe up your neck. your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth, a feeble attempt to quiet the deep moan that left your throat. you felt him smile against your neck, his tongue retreating before it’s replaced with his lips.

“ ah! ” you whimper as you felt him pull the skin of your neck into his mouth. your lips tuck between your teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet, to deny the pleasure that he is pulling from you. you heard him chuckle, his body vibrating as he pulled away from you.

in an instant, your back was met with the cold hard floor, lyle’s hands pushing on the backs of your knees to keep them spread.

“ y’know, all this teaching y’been doing.. i can smell ya, sweet cheeks. ” he brings your ankle to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the bone as his other hand moves down your thigh. you push your head back against the hard floor, you tried to fight it, convince yourself that you didn’t want the pleasure that he was bestowing upon you. so caught up in your own brain, you didn’t notice that lyle parted your shorts, exposing your pretty lace underwear to him.

your mind focused, feeling the chill of the air curl around your hips. lyle was growing impatient, as if he wasn’t the one denying his own pleasure—your pleasure. when you finally looked back down, you found lyle fixated between your legs—on the wet spot that was calling his name in the most devious way. your back arched off the floor, the sweetest noises lyle’s heard from you leaving your lips as he blows at your clothed core.

“ y’smell so good. ” he presses his nose against your cunt, committing your scent to memory. “ christ- ” your head turns downwards, you watch his eyes flutter shut, his ears flatten against his head.

“ c-cor- oh! ” your inquiry gets cut short by a moan, lyle’s tongue completely derailing your train of thought. you squealed, toes curling as lyle doesn’t move your underwear, rather ravishing you through it. your hips shifted, fuck you needed more.

lyle could smell it—smell you.. he needed more, more you. his tongue flattens against your clothed, wet hole.

as your head fell back against the pillows, your other hand gripped at his shirt. hot white pleasure filled you as you felt his large tongue on your naked cunt. you whined, your empty, wet hole squelching around nothing as his lips close around your sensitive bud.

“ oh yeah.. that’s it, baby.. ” he groaned into the sensitive nub, the vibrations of his voice encouraging pleasure to trickle down your spine. he adjusted his position, his left hand rising to take his kuru from your hands,

“ y’want more baby? ” you nod your head, almost in disbelief that he pulled away so disrespectfully,

“lyle- lyle please..” you whimper, his hand pushing down on your stomach as he sit back on his haunches. the hand on your stomach traveled upwards, flicking at the hardened nubs under your tee shirt and in an moment, maybe a fraction of one, your shirt was split. your back arched off the floor, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering without restraint as the knuckles of his other hand brush against your underboob.

“ y’can get more when you tell me what this is for. ” you let out a whimper in frustration. there was no way your brain could function, not when there’s an incredibly attractive recom between your legs. you squeezed your eyes shut and began to describe what the queue is for. you didn’t make it to the thirrd syllable of your sentence when something latched onto your nipple, interrupting your speak by drawing a loud moan from your lips.

“ what was that baby? ” now with both hands free, lyle leaves one to play with your other nipple while the other teases your sopping entrance.

“ nng~ mating and bond-ing w- with pandora’ss~ creatures ” you rushed out, your empty cunt fluttering around nothing when his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves.

“ good girl. ” he replied, stretching the vowels, as he eased a finger into where you needed him the most. just as the air left your chest in a moan, you found yourself with lyle’s fingers pressing down on your tongue as he inserts another finger. immediately curling his fingers against the spongy patch inside you, he groaned into your clit, feeling your drool coat his fingers.

his fingers were relentless, abusing the spot inside you that made you see stars as you were filled with heat. a brush of his teeth against your clit sent you over the edge, your tummy tensing with the orgasm that ripped through you. once the waves of pleasure finished, he pulled his fingers out of your holes, licking them clean before shedding his own clothing.

the sight of him had your eyes bulging out of your head. this was going to be a long tutoring session.

tags -> @poisonousrain444 , @luvv4j4ybe11

#recom lyle wainfleet #lyle x reader #recom lyle x reader #corporal lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet x reader #avatar lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #. character // lyle wainfleet

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companionjones · 1 year

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The Love Expert

Pairing: Beck Oliver x Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: You’re the Love Expert of Hollywood Arts. You’re responsible for putting all the great couples together, including Beck and Jade. What will you do when they break up?

Warnings: None that I can think of

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When Beck and Jade broke up, it affected you in a few different ways. In one, it felt like your parents had gotten a divorce all over again. Beck and Jade were the couple of Hollywood Arts. It broke your heart to see them go their separate ways.

In another way, Beck and Jade breaking kind of hurt your reputation. You see, you were the one who got them together in the first place. You were known as sort of a love expert at Hollywood Arts. Getting Beck and Jade together had been your greatest feat. They were so opposite on the outside that you were sure no one else could have done it. But Beck kept Jade grounded, and Jade kept Beck guessing, and suddenly you had one of the greatest couples you had ever seen.

Now that they had broken up, honestly, you had been feeling kind of down on yourself. You decided to go for an easy love. A couple that just needed an extra push to become official.

Robbie and Cat weren’t that hard to set up. Just a little meddling later, the two were holding hands as they went to lunch.

But they were easy. You wanted something difficult. Something you could sink your teeth into, like the old days.

Your eyes widened as Beck walked by the table you were sitting at, alone. “Hey, Beck.” You got up to follow him.

It seemed he knew exactly why you were talking to him. “Hey, Y/n,” he greeted as he knowingly rolled his eyes.

“So, you and Jade broke up?”

“Mhm.”

“Any particular reason why?”

He thought for a moment. “We...had different interests.” He sat down at his normal lunch table.

“Different interests?” You absentmindedly sat next to him. “Interests that I didn’t know about? I highly doubt it.”

Beck shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Y/n.”

“Interesting...” You bit your lip, thinking. “Do you have any interest in getting back off the market?”

His eyebrows raised. He gave you a once-over, then smirked. “Maybe.”

“Great. Come to my house at 7:30 sharp tonight,” you told him.

“Hey, how come you never tried to pair me with anybody?” Tori asked.

You hadn’t noticed she was sitting at the same table. Straightforwardly, you answered, “Because you never asked. And no one asked to be paired with you.”

Tori pouted at your words. “Ouch.”

“Don’t feel that bad about it,” you tried your best to comfort her, “It’s rare that I get someone asking to be paired with a specific someone else. And the person that I see you being with has never approached me, anyway.”

“Oh yeah? And who’s that?” Tori wondered, almost jokingly.

“André Harris.”

Tori let the bits of salad she was holding in her mouth drop back onto her plate. “Me and-and André?”

“Yes.”

She blinked. “Well, that’s impossible, because André and I are just friends.” Suddenly, it was like she was trying to convince herself of that statement.

“Yeah, okay.” You gathered your things. “You two have a fine lunch.”

“Wait.” Tori stopped you. “How come you don’t see me and Beck as a couple?”

Beck put down his fork and stared, surprised, at Tori.

You shrugged. “Because with Beck, it’s either Jade, or no one.” And with that, you walked away.

It was nearing 8 that night when there was a knock on your door.

“Beck?! What are you doing? You’re late!” You were walking away from the door as quickly as you answered it.

He followed you to your dining room table. “You invited me here. I don’t ever show up on time the first time I’m invited places. I don’t like the power dynamic it creates.”

“So, does that mean you’ll be on time from now on?”

Beck just shrugged, and grinned when you got exasperated.

“Anyway,” you tried to move on, “Plans to get you back with Jade...” You started looking through the papers you had spread out on the table.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck gently grabbed your arm to get you to stop moving. “I don’t want to get back together with Jade.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. “Then...why did you come here?”

He answered softly, “Because I thought this was going to be a date with you.”

You pulled your arm from his grasp, and just looked at him.

Beck defended his stance. “You asked me today if I wanted to get ‘back off the market’?”

It took you a second to respond. “...I also said that it’s either Jade or no one when it comes to you.”

He looked a little sheepish at that. “...I guess I wanted this so much that I kinda...didn’t listen to that?”

“You...wanted this?” It was like your brain couldn’t compute what was going on.

Beck smiled. “Yeah. Do you want this too?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” You answered so fast that you didn’t think about it.

Beck’s gaze softened at that. “What do you--”

“I would like you to leave now.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“What? Why--?”

“I said I would like you to leave.”

“Okay! Okay.” Beck put his hands up in surrender, and started headed towards the door.

You didn’t breathe again until the door shut behind him.

The next day at school, Tori was pestering you about André.

“No, but seriously. There are hundreds of boys to choose from. Why me and André?”

You rolled your eyes, but you had a smirk on your lips. “Because look at you two. You guys are best friends. That’s a great foundation for any relationship.”

“Yeah. But what if we’re just...friends...” Tori trailed off. She had a lot of thoughts running through her head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Beck walking toward you in the hallway. You turned away before he saw you. “So, I’ll let you go through all that. Meanwhile, I’m gonna go--”

“Hey, Y/n!” Beck caught sight of you.

You started booking it down the hallway.

Unfortunately, Beck was faster than you. He didn’t grab you to make you stop. Beck just ran in front of you and blocked from running any farther. “Y/n, come on. I just want to talk.”

Exhaling through your nose, you looked around at all the eyes on you. You then tugged Beck into the janitor’s closet. You shut the door. “It’s what you said,” you told Beck.

He seemed immediately concerned. “Something I said yesterday? What did I say?”

Embarrassed, you mumbled under your breath.

“What?” Beck stepped closer to you.

“You said you wanted to go out with me,” you informed, a little clearer, yet you were still self-conscious.

A smirk flashed across his face. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

Not knowing what else to do, you eyed the door for an escape.

Beck gently put a hand on your arm. “No, no. Tell me why that’s a problem. If you don’t like me in the same way, that’s fine--”

“No!” you responded a little too loudly. You felt your skin grow hot. “People...don’t...like me. They only like what I can do.”

Beck began, “Well, I think what you can do is cool too. To this day, I still don’t know how you managed to get me and Jade together. But Y/n, I gotta be honest, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you too. You’re smart, smarter than anyone I know, and talented, and, well, not to mention, attractive.”

You didn’t know how you were still standing upright. “Well, I-I never thought you in that way before, Beck. I remember when I was pairing you and Jade up I figured you were one of the best actors in this school. You don’t do it much, but you have a really beautiful singing voice. You care about your friends lie no one I’ve ever seen, and--”

Beck kissed you.

The kiss wasn’t much, just a simple meeting of the lips, but you suddenly felt like you were floating through the air.

Beck slowly parted from you. “Was that your first kiss?”

“Was it that obvious?” you wondered, worried.

Beck chuckled and shook his head. “No.” He leaned in for another kiss.

A little while later, you and Beck emerged from the janitor’s closet, hand-in-hand.

Connected hands was something you had in common with Tori and André, whom you saw walking down the hallway. “Y/n! Look!” Tori waved you down and brought your your attention to her and André’s hands.

Just as you were nodding your approval, you spotted another couple striding down the hallway, hand-in-hand. Jade and...Trina.

“That’s right! I am now dating the second scariest girl at at Hollywood Arts,” Trina bragged. “So everyone better back off and leave us alone. KK?”

Wow. You did not see that coming. You looked at Beck. He just shrugged. He shared a smirking ‘We did it’ look with Jade as the WLW couple rounded the corner, and Jade put an arm around Trina’s shoulder.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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tartigglez · 10 months

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I saw you were taking a break and I hope everything with you is okay I love your writing! <3 long time lurker here.

Whenever you are doing better or feel up to it I was wondering if I could make a request for Megumi x fem reader. She’s like way shorter than him and she’s also a sorcerer, it would take place in like the canon time period (idk if I’m saying that right haha). Could it be about them in a pre-established relationship and Megumi starts acting distant so reader thinks he’s mad at her but really he’s upset about something else? I hope that was detailed enough I read your rules lol.

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ITS LATE BUT ITS HEREEEE

"apology"

megumi x fem!reader

・❥・fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny smidge of smau cuz i couldn't help myself

・❥・1k

・❥・gumi lowkey struggles with his emotions, physical touch, one instance of petnames, reader is hurt by megumis actions but it's okay they all live happily ever after don't worry, megumi picks at his nail briefly, i think that's it

it started a couple of weeks ago, and you tried to ignore it at first, putting it up to high tensions over his grade promotion. still, this really couldn’t be an excuse to keep blowing you off, right? even a text to ask if you could go off campus together for lunch, replied with a simple “no, sorry”. a phone call asking if you could accompany him during his training session with panda left unanswered. and most recently, flat out walking away whilst you were trying to talk to him.

why was he being so strange? what could have possibly inspired this? could he be getting tired of you? was it your fault? were you doing something wrong?

he used to always text you goodnight, but he hasn’t been lately. in fact, his communication has been completely minimised as of late. you decided you weren’t going to try and reciprocate something that didn’t exist, frustration growing as you feared losing him. he would still answer if you really needed him, right? was he really not at all afraid of losing you?

“hey” he said flatly, door clicking open as he peeked his head inside. he then closed the door behind him, “you know i’m not supposed to be in the girls wing this late at night, what is it?”

he didn’t sound particularly angry, or upset. but he didn’t sound like he had any opposite feeling in the words either. it was just empty.

“i think we need to talk,” you preceded, moving to sit on the edge of your bed, legs dangling off the side.

“seriously? this couldn’t wait until the morning?” he muttered, plopping down in the chair next to your desk. was he really being like this? couldn’t he tell you were upset? this isn’t the megumi you know, this isn’t the megumi you love.

“don’t snap at me, megumi” you raised your eyebrows at him, then shifted so your back was against the wall at the other side of the bed, crossing your legs.

“right, sorry,” he spoke, even quieter than his initial comment, “what’s wrong?” he questioned, black irises meeting with your face as he picked at the side of one of his nails.

“did i do something?” you asked quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear. he was silent, almost like he was waiting for you to keep talking, or he was deep in thought, it was one of the two. “i just feel like i’ve done something and that's wh-”

“no,” he replied, a guilty look washing over his face, “no, you haven’t”

“are you sure? because you’ve been acting really weird and maybe i’m overthinking it, but something seems off with us…”

he got up out of your chair, quiet movements capturing your attention as he sat down on the bed perpendicular to you, also crossing his legs, mirroring your position.

“so you noticed,” he opened gently, almost sighing through his words, “i’m sorry” he said, avoiding eye contact, trying to do anything to make things less awkward. “In all honesty i’ve been acting that way with everyone, not just you”

you reached your hand out to him, which he took in his before pulling it on to his lap. you squeezed it gently a few times, allowing him a moment to compose himself.

“what’s been up 'gumi?” you tilted your head to the side “stuff with your promotion?” you looked up at him once again.

“no, it’s not that. it’s just…” he trailed off. He seemed to be debating whether or not to tell you whatever he was going to say next. “i got assigned a mission a couple of weeks ago, and gojo said i couldn’t tell anyone about it, or they could be in danger. so i figured it'd be best to avoid everyone as much as i could. there’d been a grade one curse active in shibyua, and i was assigned to it.”

“a grade one? but why would they assign a grade two sorcerer to a grade one curse, unless…”

“i passed the assessment for promotion,” he said flatly, as if it wasn't an achievement.

“what? really?! gumi, that’s huge! congratulations!” you smiled at him, getting up on your knees to plant a kiss on his cheek, and give him a hug.

“thank you,” he said quietly, before silence fell between the two of you for a moment.

“you’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” you whispered to him.

“yeah” he replied. megumi wasn’t one for talking much about how he felt, which was a trait you’d grown to respect, understanding that he knew if he needed to talk about something, you’d be there. instead of trying to push something out of him, you settled for a more gentle solution to your conflict.

“do you want to lay here with me for a while?” you questioned, and he nodded at you.

“what if we get caught though?” he asked as you laid down with your head on the pillow, pulling him towards you so he could place his head on your chest.

“it’d only be gojo if we did, and he’d understand surely?” you whispered as you stared at the ceiling, moving your hands almost purely by muscle memory into his hair, slowly massaging his scalp as you played with his hair.

“yeah, i guess you’re right” he said against the cotton of your hoodie. Once again, silence filled the room. this time, however, it wasn’t tense, nor awkward, it was comfortable.

“i’m sorry for how i acted, love”

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admirxation · 1 year

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I’ve missed this

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader and Leon are in a relationship, appreciating each other's company after his recent mission to save “baby eagle”. The reader is heartbroken with how little time you guys have together, but Leon reassures her with kisses and cuddles which eventually turns into NSFW 18+ content (fluff at the start and smut in the middle and end).

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (no minors!), smut, unsafe sex, degrading, hair pulling, spanking, mentions of bruises and injuries, nipple pinching and sucking, hickies, dominance and submission.

Word Count: 1.6k

Authors note: Hey, this is my first Leon Kennedy one-shot that I have written and posted, I used to write fanfiction when I was 13-15 but stopped. But now I am a 20 year old, English Literature university student, craving to write more fanfiction because ugh I have an obsession with fictional men lmao. I hope you like this, any feedback is appreciated (be nice though haha), and you can request anything you would like or drop a message if you ever want to.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon with the remnants of the sun shining through the gaps in the curtains, you and Leon were lounging on the sofa, watching TV— enjoying each other’s company. A day to just cuddle with him was rare, and you treasured every moment you had when he was around; just being in his arms and presence made you feel safe, with every trouble and stress easing its way out of your mind’s focal point when you felt the warmth of his body against yours. While you knew the demands of his job, it was always hard to see him go and come back hurt and beaten up; you wished he could just stay with you so your lazy afternoons wouldn’t be a rare treasure. Every time you saw the cuts, bruises, or any injury you found when gazing upon his body— it just left you in pain—just imagining how close he had been to death and the living nightmares he had to endure.

Leon had recently returned from saving “baby eagle”, and when he came back, he told you about the people and events he encountered, mainly about the objective of protecting Ashley and how tiring it was. Every time he came back, there was a mixture of feelings, moving from being proud of him to having your imagination fall into the darkness where you pictured the possible fate of the mission being unsuccessful—it taking Leon’s life—the thought of it led to your heart sinking, no matter your current reality. The injuries, seeing him exhausted, and the nightmares he experienced every night—triggered your mind to dive into the abyss of dark thoughts. Of course, he had to be the hero and save the day, but still, you always yearned for him to stay every time you had to say goodbye—afraid it was your last. While these thoughts circled in your mind, you consciously tried to battle against them and focus on the afternoon you and Leon were experiencing. You tried to enjoy the moment; you didn’t know how long you had with him until he was gone again.

You nuzzled into his chest, breathing in that scent you missed; you no longer had to cuddle into the pillow and hoodies he left to remember his smell. He had his arms around you, and you were in your safe place.

“I’ve missed this,” Leon uttered, breaking the room's comfortable silence.

“Same; you know I always count the days until your return,” you answered him, giving an innocent smile to him as you cuddled into his chest more.

Leon already knew how much you anticipated his arrival; you loved him more than anything and would cross off days in the calendar and jump in his arms when you saw him again. How could your thoughts not be preoccupied with hoping for his safe return? But even though you were talking about your happiness, Leon noticed a trace of sadness lingering in your words, knowing that you were holding back some thoughts. He lifted your chin, moving your face closer to his, telling you in a soft tone: “I’m sorry I can’t be here more often. You know if it were up to me, I’d be around more,” he looked into your eyes to reassure you. You tilted your head and smiled at him, loving how cute he was with you. Leon then placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you closer to kiss you; melting into the kiss, you couldn’t think of anything else but how much you loved him.

“I always forget how much of a great kisser you are,” you giggled, “it’s always a nice surprise to enjoy everything when you get back,” you said softly and gently.

“I know you do, baby; you make it quite obvious,” he laughed.

“Wow, look at me trying to be nice, and this is what I get,” you faked a little gasp as you nudged him a little. Leon laughed with you and shook his head a little at how sweet you were being.

“Just come here. I wanna cuddle you more,” you blushed at Leon’s request, shifted your weight, and moved your leg over him, positioning yourself to straddle him. You knew Leon loved this as much as you. His eyes then wandered up and down your body: “You know what I missed (Y/N)?”

“What, Leon?”

“This. Feeling you on top of me...” you saw the smirk on his face after his flirtatious comment, and you knew what he wanted to do to you, “and what happens when you get on top.”

You locked eye contact with him, taking the hints he was giving, beginning to grind your hips down into his, circling them as his hands travelled over your body.

“This feels so good... you know exactly what I like,” Leon said under his breath as you grinded on him; he admired your beauty by looking at you up and down and biting his lip when you pushed your hips further down—you felt yourself getting wetter as you felt his cock twitch with excitement.

As Leon released heavy breaths, grabbing your hips to move further into his lap, his hands traced upwards. Holding your hair, his fingers tangled in it and pulled you closer—kissing you passionately. You melted into the kiss, it growing more passionate with continuous grinding. With his spare hand, it wandered to your ass, squeezing it until you gasped between kisses. As your kisses became wetter, he couldn’t deal with you being fully clothed anymore and needed to see what belonged to him. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, throwing it across the room, slowly moving to your bra and unclasping it—admiring you as it fell and exposed you.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re so sexy,” he looked at you, thinking about how lucky he was.

He moved closer to your breasts, starting to suck on one of your nipples and twirled his tongue around it, pinching the other and getting harder as he felt your soft moans at his touch.

“Fuck, Fuck Leon... mmh. Keep going. Please don’t stop,” you managed to say as your bodies intertwined in intimacy, and you felt how hard he was under you, “Leon. Just fuck me already, I-I need you.”

Leon smirked at you, “Anything you want, princess.” He grabbed you, pushed you to the sofa and hovered over you, leaning in for another kiss which moved to your neck to provide a hickey—to show who you belonged to.

He pulled away, leading you to whimper for his touch again, looking at you beg for him as he grabbed your underwear and slowly dragged them down your legs—revealing your wet pussy. He traced his finger down, softly grazing over your clit. You shivered as you felt him tease you and begged for more.

“How much do you want me (Y/N)?” dominance lingering in his words.

“I-I need you, Leon, please.” He loved seeing you submit.

He positioned his cock towards your wet entrance, rubbing against it to tease you. As he did, he whispered: “you’re so wet for me, baby, fuck,” wanting to just ram and fuck the shit out of you, there and then, but not wanting to surrender to his urges—yet—he wanted to see you squirm with anticipation more.

When you were about to beg again, he leaned his cock inside you melding your bodies together. You both gasped at the entrance. Your moans became continuous as Leon started to push back and forth, whispering into your ear how sexy you were: “You’re so beautiful (Y/N). I love your b-body, mmm, god! I missed this so much.” After efforts to fragment a coherent sentence from being interrupted with pleasure, he quickened the pace. He was lifting his body as he did, positioning himself upright as he held and dug his nails into your thighs, looking at you while you were screaming his name. You were lost in each other, having the room filled with moans, having your eyes roll back as you went crazy under Leon’s control.

“Whose my dirty wore?” He looked at you and demanded an answer; he loved degrading and putting you in your place.

“Me, I, I’m your dirty whore, Leon!”

Leon looked at you and noticed how close you were to cumming. Since he loved to tease you, he pulled out, to which you pulled a disappointed face as he did.

“I’m not letting you cum yet. Turn around... Now!” you submitted to his request. You turned to all fours, arching your back and waiting for Leon to begin fucking you silly again. As you were about to look back, he rammed his cock inside, and you gasped as he did.

Leon was the type to have you cum first, but he still liked to be in control when he could. He wanted a bit of fun to see you want more, getting a kick from seeing the desperation in your eyes.

His hands grabbed your hips, spanking you often until your ass was red, fucking you at a quick pace leading to your wetness stream down your inner thighs. As he pulled your hair and squeezed your ass harder, Leon felt your pussy clenching around his cock, eventually releasing hot ropes of cum into you—meeting your release as you squeezed your eyes shut with tears brimming in the corners as you orgasmed.

As Leon pulled out, you were both breathless; both lost in ecstasy as you experienced a mutual release. Your legs were shaking, and your pussy was sore, exhaustion plastered over your face. Once you caught your breath, you told him: “You’re so good... I love having sex with you when you get back.”

“I love it too, baby,” he smiled at you, “Come on, let’s go get ourselves cleaned up, then I’ll give you some aftercare,” he gave you a little spank as he walked closer to the bathroom.

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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Helloooo, i was reading the request for the reader who has iron deficiency anemia (pretty great, hun). Can you do that same request but for alejandro and rodolfo? Tysm.

I got your ask that you wanted it to happen during a mission, so some angst and comfort and I love it!!

(Side note: I love writing for Alejandro and Rudy! My brother’s name is Alejandro and I have family with the last name Parra, so writing for them is therapeutic in that sense lmao)

Alejandro Vargas:

You should’ve known shit would hit the fan that day when you woke up with a migraine. You trudged over to the medic and took some advil, washing it down with breakfast and some coffee. You’ve gotta be strong, today especially. Just muscle through it, you’ll be fine.

“Sargento! Nos vamos!” Alejandro called out, you waved at him and gathered your gear, you nodded at Rudy as you climbed in the back of the jeep,

“You ok?” Alejandro asked as he watched you from the mirror, you squinted at the sun’s rays and even after getting in the car,

“Always.” Curse the colonel for having a sharp eye,

“Well, rest while you can, querida. Bit of a drive.” And with that he let it go, silently deciding to keep an eye on you regardless. Sure enough, he was right. It was quite a drive, you tried to get a wink in but with the pounding behind your eyes it was near impossible. When you finally arrived, you were told where to go and you all made your way to your posts.

Overwatch was uneventful for the most part, you took down a few of the cartels getting too close to your boys. As you loaded another round, you felt your head start to feel light.

You’ve gotta be shitting me.

You tried to even your breathing as you looked back through the scope, not today fucker. Please god not now. You were so focused on your breathing and keeping an eye on Alejandro and Rudy that you didn’t notice that you’ve been compromised.

“You’re clear to mo-” Your call out was cut short when you greeted with a boot to the ribs, you could vaguely make out Alejandro shouting on comms over the ringing in your ears. You were disoriented by the dizziness swimming in your head and you weren’t as fast as you normally are. Fuck.

Alejandro’s heart was pounding, he could hear the struggle crackle in and out of your radio and in that moment the mission was irrelevant. He turned on the ball of his heel and started sprinting in your direction, he was shouting at Rodolfo to wait for him. He finally made it through the door to your building, when a gunshot had him freeze for a split second. He raced up the stairs, gun at the ready, his legs eating two steps at a time.

And when he came into the room, your assailant was dead and bleeding out beside you. You, on the other hand, were on your side and unconscious,

“Amor!” He shouted as he ran towards you, he ignores all his training as he scoops you up in his arms, hands working quickly to get your vest off of you and start checking you for injuries,

“Alejo, I’m fine. Just give me a second.”

“Amor, how did this happen?” He held you in his arms, his hand still looking you over but less frantically,

“I was too focused on keeping an eye on you both, I didn’t see him come in.” You shooed his hand away and moved to stand up, he got up before you and offered you his hand.

“That’s not like you. This wouldn’t have anything to do with you visiting the infirmary this morning, would it?” He steadied you with his other hand, watching as you stumbled a bit to the side, seemingly off balance,

“Alejandro…” You sighed,

“Do you have any idea how reckless that was?! You could’ve been killed!” He really tried not to but he couldn’t help raising his voice,

“We’re short handed, if I didn’t come along we’d have to-”

“You think I care? Mi vida, you could’ve been killed. Do you understand?” At this point he was gripping your shoulders, shaking you a little as he spoke, hoping that it’d shake some sense into you. It didn’t but he’d still try.

“If you won’t do it for you, please take care of yourself for me, amor, ok?” His heart is still pounding in his chest when he rests his forehead against yours, you nod and lean against him.

And with that he called Rodolfo to pull back and meet you both back at the starting point, his hand never leaving your shoulder as you leaned on him to steady yourself.

Rodolfo Parra:

He was right there when you mentioned your headache that morning, he disappeared from your side and came back in moments with some headache medicine and some water. You smiled gratefully and gently bumped into his shoulder with yours by way of saying thank you.

“Take it easy today, ok?” He pecked your forehead before taking the plastic cup from your hand and throwing it away. He waved at you as he walked off, content in knowing you’d listen to him. Well, at least he’d hope so.

But then he’d see you helping to unload and restock the humvees in the middle of the afternoon sun, he’d see you going over inventory with sweat glistening on your face and neck, and then he saw you giving the new recruits instructions on proper gun handling. Today was your day to train them after all, and who better than you? One of Alejandro’s favorites.

Rodolfo watched with fond eyes as you walked behind one of the newest recruits, your hands positioning his arms where the needed to be, moving his hands into the right way to hold his firearm, legs gently kicking his into place to support his weight better. He looked away for just a moment to address Alejandro who had joined him in watching, then he heard a gunshot a little too close and commotion following shortly after. When he looked back at the source, he saw you collapsed on the floor and his blood went cold.

He shouted your name as he sprinted across the room, shoving the rookie away from you. A surprising demonstration of aggression on his part, but who could blame him? He’s shouting for a medic as he’s gently gathering you up in his arms,

“Rudy, I’m fine. Just… give me a second.”

He spots the medic in the corner of his eye and tells them to wait a moment,

“What happened?” His voice is gentle and steady as he slowly guides you into an upright position,

“Just got a little dizzy, that’s all.”

“Mi vida, you shouldn’t be doing all this when you’re feeling like that. It’s dangerous.” Even in his admonishment, his voice is soft and full of concern,

“It’s fine, amor, I’m fine.” You takes his arm to signal you wanted to get up, he stood before you with an arm outstretched, pulling you back up on your feet,

“And if this happens again, will you be able to say the same?” He asked as you seemed to wobble and fall back against him,

Fuck. You hate when he’s right.

“Let’s at least get you some water, vale?”

How could you possibly say no to that sweet smile?

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callmemrskenway · 2 years

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LMK Characters + Fanfiction Troupes: Meeting Their Children From the Future

Characters: Wukong and Macaque

Reader is Fem

Monkey King:

- Honestly, I can imagine Wukong is just napping when suddenly these three children wake him up by jumping onto his chest and telling him to wake up and calling him "Dad"???

- He's so confused and trying to figure out where these kids parents are and trying to figure out where their parents are but they keep claiming that he's their dad and he just doesn't believe it. Like, don't get him wrong, he's irresponsible but he's never been THAT irresponsible.

- He won't deny that they obviously did look familiar, having some (h/c) fur and some of them having (e/c) eyes- But then it hits him like a freight train when he notices the big smiles, he immediately recongizes it. After all, how could he forget that smile? It was the same smile that made him fall in love with yopu, the same smile that melted his heart.

- And now there was three of those smiles looking down at him making his heart melt once more. Okay, okay, so if he is their dad, then that means only one person could be their mo-

- "MOM!" All three kids cheered as you walked in, checking in on Wukong like you always did.

- You laughed and beamed at the young monkeys who saw the peach chips in your hands and immediately bent down to gave them some, Wukong's heart nearly stopping at the sight of you held one on your hip and fawned over how adorable you are.

- "Wukong, whose kids are these?" You asked, giggling as one kid gripped your leg.

- "Ours, apparently." Wukong answered, a lot more accepting of the fact that these could be his children.

- The oldest two just stared at each other before rolling their eyes at their father (or future father) as Wukong grinned cheekily at you and your flustered and confused reaction.

Macaque:

- YOU CAN'T TELL ME HIS KID WOULDN'T BE AN ABSOLUTE BRAT. So when they just casually show up at their dad's base, they make themselves comfortable right away and just roll their eyes towards Macaque's questions.

- When he tries to use his shadows to scare them, they're all: "Ugh, I'm not 4 years old anymore, Dad."

- "QUIT CALLING ME "DAD", I DON'T HAVE A KID!" and then his kid just is all: "In the future you do, DUH!"

- So he decides to try and play along with this little...CHIMP and play into their delusions that he, the Six-Eared Macaque, is their father from the future.

- "Alright so if I'm your father, whose your mom?" The dark-furred monkey asked. The younger macaque just smirked at their dad.

- "Take a guess. You always tell me I have her eyes." and he ends up giving Macaque the puppy eyes and when he does, it finally registers where he knows those eyes and he blinks dumbfoundedly before being all, "...IS YOUR MOM (Y/N)!?"

- The way the kid got even more smug made it all evident that Macaque's guess was right on the money. And Macaque, while he didn't fully believe him, was a but more...inclined to take his word for it.

- No but he starts to interrogate him and ends up asking him questions like: "How long are me and (Y/n) married? When do we start dating? Who confessed first."

- And the child just laughs before opening a shadow portal, "If you want answers, dad, then you're gonna have to catch me." before jumping in and teleporting.

- Macaque looked annoyed as the child reappeared but then grins to himself a little. Yeah, he might've had your angelic (e/c) eyes but its clear they get their personality from their dad.

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #macaque x reader #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Private Practice

Summary: problems in the bedroom lead you to your doctor for help

Warnings: smut, doctor!Rudy, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship, fingering, oral (male & fem receiving), rough sex, choking, 18+

You sit on the cold, sterile chair in the exam room, palms sweaty with embarrassment as you wait for the doctor to come in. Do women really go to see their gynecologist when they are having issues orgasming? Your friends had assured you it was perfectly normal, letting you know that your doctor would be able to help. The soft knock on the door before it swings open startles you, the figure entering the room makes your breath get caught in your throat. This was not your doctor, Monica, who you felt comfortable enough to explain the issue. This was her partner, Rudy, whose chiseled jaw was enough to make your panties damp. "Hi y/n, I'm Dr. Pankow, filling in today. What seems to be the issue?"

Your cheeks flush pink, lump forming in your throat at the thought of telling him what was wrong. He notices your pause, sitting down on the stool opposite you and scooting closer. "It's okay y/n. Whatever it is, we can deal with it." The sincerity behind his aqua blue gaze made you feel slightly better, swallowing your pride before continuing. "Lately I have been having issues....finishing." He starts to type on the laptop in front of him, muscles in his arms flexing as he types. "Okay so issues reaching orgasm, got it. Now is this only during masturbation? Or are you having issues when with a partner as well?" Your cheeks grow even hotter, unable to look him in the eyes when you answer. "Anytime, alone or with a partner." He nods, making additional notes before turning to face you again. "Have you tried toys? Just your fingers? Oral sex? Penetration? Also, is this issue recent?"

You swallow thickly again, mind conjuring up extremely vulgar images of what it would feel like for him to touch you, lick you, fuck you. There's no way your panties aren't soaked through, probably seeping out onto the chair at this point. "Um, yes I have tried both toys and m-my hands. Previous partners have tried to um, go down on me, but it never gets anywhere. Am I just broken?" He smiles and your stomach flips, dimples in his cheeks doing nothing to quell the fire burning in your veins. "No y/n, you aren't broken. Why don't you get undressed so I can take a look and make sure everything anatomically looks good?" He hands you the thin sheet of paper to cover your modesty, turning around as you drop your shorts and panties, folding them over and praying he doesn't notice the dark mark on the fabric from you arousal.

You situate yourself on the exam table, letting him know you are ready. "Okay sweetheart, you know the drill. Scoot down to the edge for me and put your feet in the stirrups." He helps guide you, gloved hand wrapped around your ankle to bring your foot into position, his touch only adding to the lust. You secretly hope he doesn't notice just how wet you are, trying to think of anything else other than him getting up close and personal with your throbbing pussy. "You're going to feel my hands now, just going to touch around the outside first, okay?" "Okay." He gives you a reassuring smile, settling on the stool between your thighs before you feel the cool latex meet your folds. His fingers dip between, spreading your lips apart and teasing around your clit. You bite back a moan, mind reeling at how just these small touches could feel so electric. His thumb presses down over your sensitive bundle of nerves, starting to rub in slow circles making you let out a gasp.

"Doing okay up there?" The sight of him peeking at you from between your legs is so hot, forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip to hold in your whimpers. "Doing fine." He grins, returning to the task at hand. "Okay, you're going to feel my fingers inside now. Try to relax." One thick finger probes around your entrance, collecting your slick before plunging inside. You can't help the moan that escapes your lips, hips jolting at the pleasure he was bringing you. He continues pumping in and out of you, curling his finger and hitting a spot you've never felt before that makes your back arch off the table. "Ah that's it. Where I just touched is your g-spot. As you can see, it brings a lot of pleasure." You suck in a shaky breath, trying to calm your breathing as he plunges a second finger inside.

"Doing so well for me. Everything appears to be in working order, I think maybe you just need a lesson on how to make yourself cum. Once you know how, that will help you guide your partners. Would you like me to show you?" You can't believe that this is really happening, that a talented, sexy doctor would be interested in showing you how to get yourself off. "Yes Dr. Pankow, please show me." He smirks, scooting back and peeling off the paper sheet covering your modesty. Next he peels off his gloves, masculine hands catching your attention as you swallow thickly. "I want you to experience this how it should be, skin to skin. Is that okay?" You nod, not trusting your words as he scoots closer again.

He leans down close to your sex, breath tickling your overheated skin as he breathes in your scent. "Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel so good." He wastes no time, thrusting two fingers inside of you again and curling just right, your eyes threatening to fall shut as you strain to keep them open to watch him. His other hand comes up to tease your clit, rubbing soft circles at first to gauge your reaction. "What feels better? This?" He alternates to up and down flicks, rolling your clit back and forth. "Or this?" He goes back to the circles, pressing down slightly harder as your hips start to roll. "The circles. Fuck, feels so good." "Remember that for future reference when you touch yourself. Here, why don't you try?" He grabs your hand, bringing it down to your pussy and placing his over yours, making you rub yourself as he had just been. "Still feel good?" His other fingers continue to pump in and out of you, making coherent thoughts a struggle. "Yes, not as good as your fingers though."

He chuckles, withdrawing completely and making you whine. "Don't worry sweetheart. Going to move to level two now, oral sex." Giving you no time to react he leans down, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit and groaning at the taste of you. "God, you taste so sweet." Getting back to work he glides his tongue up and down for several minutes, each flick over your clit making your hips jolt up. When his tongue pushes inside of you your thighs tremble, overwhelming pleasure surging through your system. "Fuck Rudy, please." Your hands instinctively wind into his hair, desperate holding him close. He fucks you with his tongue, thumb rolling your clit in circles as your orgasm races closer. "Oh I can feel you tensing. Getting close for me baby." He latches onto your clit now, sucking it between his teeth and giving it soft flicks with his tongue that have you seeing stars. His fingers easily slide back inside, thrusting in and out slowly while he quickly flicks your clit. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." "That's it sweetheart, give it to me." A few moments later you fall apart, vision going black as you feel a surge of wetness between your legs. "Good fucking girl, you squirted for me."

He stands up from the stool, lips shining with your release and huge tent in his scrub pants. "Now, level three. Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes, please. Teach me." He nods, untying the elastic band and dropping his bottoms. He rounds the table to stand by your side, bringing your hand to his cock and wrapping it around. "Want you to touch me baby. Stroke me, make me feel good." You nod, sitting up and sliding your hand into his boxers. He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, starting to stroke from root to tip. He pulls his boxers down, stepping closer as you start to jerk him faster. "God, just like that. Want to be a good girl and let me feel that mouth of yours?" You eagerly agree, dropping to your knees on the cold tile floor and looking up at him through your lashes.

You wrap your tongue around the tip, teasing before swallowing him down until your nose meets his pelvis. You get straight to work, bobbing up and down his impressive length as his hands wrap around your hair. "Shit, sweetheart. So good." His praise spurs you on, fondling his balls as you twirl your tongue around his shaft. "As much as I want to cum in that pretty little mouth, I'd rather cum in that sweet pussy. Stand up and bend over the table." You do as your told, arching your back as you grip onto the far edge of the vinyl. "Hold on tight," he calls, teasing his tip through your folds before slamming inside. You moan in unison, rocking your hips back to meet his thrusts. "You feel like heaven wrapped around me baby. Like you were made for my cock."

Each thrust make your hips bounce against the table, surely leaving bruises but you just don't care. "Harder Rudy, please." He groans, wrapping your hair into a ponytail and pulling you up into a deeper arch. He lifts your left leg up on to the table, bending to drive up even harder into you. "Fuck, please." His other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tight enough to bring you even more pleasure as he pistons in and out of you. "You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? Let me fill you up?" You moan loudly, forcing him to squeeze your throat tighter to keep you quiet. "Oh Rudy, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum." The hand in your hair trails to your clit, rubbing it just right to make you explode, legs threatening to give out as he fucks you through it. "Oh baby," he groans into your ear, hips stilling as you feel his warm cum coat your walls. He withdraws and grabs some paper towels to wipe you clean, turning you to kiss you softly on the lips. "You ever need any more sex lessons you come to me personally, okay?"

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