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razornevermore · 9 months
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Remember these terms for professions to help encourage gender neutral language!
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mockerycrow · 10 months
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Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!
400 Follower Celebration
—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost
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Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.
A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS
[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]
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It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.
You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.
“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.
You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.
You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.
Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.
You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.
You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.
A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.
Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.
No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..
It’s him. It’s Ghost.
All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.
Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.
He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
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thee-horny-thicky · 11 months
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Shut Up and Sleep
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Bakugou Katsuki was good at many things. Staying up late, however, wasn’t one of them. The man is a morning bird that raises with the sun, and once it went down, so did he. He struggled to stay up past 9 pm, and if he was awake when the clock struck ten, he was miserable.
So, when you and he were holed up at his agency until midnight, tackling the pile of paperwork he’d been neglecting, the formidable hero resembled a walking corpse by the time y’all left.
“Watch it, babe,” you chided as you placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, trying to prevent him from walking into another light post.
A nasty bump was already forming from his run-in with the first one, and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing at your grumpy lover. Luckily, his head was extra hard, so you didn’t have to worry about him being concussed.
He sidled a glare at you, though he let your hand linger on his muscular shoulder. “I’m fine.”
You snorted, mentally cheering when your luxury apartment building came into view. “Could’ve fooled me.”
Your boyfriend grumbled something under his breath. You didn’t bother deciphering it, instead focusing on keeping him awake as you rode up the elevator. You discovered long ago that standing up wouldn’t deter him from falling asleep. No, the man was like a horse, possessing the ability to sleep in any position when tired enough.
You were thankful that neither of you was scheduled to patrol that day, as office attire is far easier to remove than hero gear, a fact Katsuki quickly took advantage of. The moment you two crossed the threshold of the bedroom, his clothes were coming off. You admired his athletic physique as you undressed, your boyfriend’s form the result of years of hard work. Scars littered his well-built body, evidence of all the battles he’d survived. 
  “Where are you going?” Katsuki questioned with a frown as he settled on the bed, a pair of boxers being the only thing preserving his modesty.
“I have to brush my teeth,” you answered as you picked up the discarded clothing, intending to throw them in the bathroom’s hamper.
He made a sound of protest and reached toward you, the childish gesture making you smile. “Do it in the morning. I wanna sleep.”
“Then sleep,” you said with a giggle.
He was especially needy when he was tired. You found such a big, strong hero becoming a whiny mess adorable, all because he wanted to cuddle as he drifted off.  
“Not without you,” he complained.
With speed his tired body shouldn’t possess, he hopped out of the bed and advanced toward you, throwing you over his shoulder once you were in arm’s reach. You gasped as he effortlessly lifted you, the clothes in your clutch falling back to the floor.
“Katsuki,” you squealed as he carried you to the bed, flailing your legs in a futile attempt to be released. “Put me down!”
“No,” he said as settled onto the mattress.
He kept his arms around you and positioned the two of you to his liking, only satisfied when his hard chest pressed against your back.
“Katsuki, I need to brush my teeth,” you reminded him as his breathing began to even off. “My breath stinks.”
“That’s why you’re facing away, idiot,” he mumbled, the exhaustion in his voice persuading you to give in.
“Whatever,” you huffed as you shifted closer, letting your eyes flutter shut. “Just don’t complain when my morning breath is extra brutal.”
“Shut up and sleep.”
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beatificwrites · 4 months
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—you suck off sub!mike in his office ★
pairing: sub!mike schmidt x reader
content: porn w/o a plot, smut, no use of y/n, reader has grippable hair, oral male!receiving
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“What’re you doing??” his brows furrowed at the feeling of your hand sliding into his inner thigh.
“Don’t mind me.” the corner of your lip curved up and your hand remained in place.
Mike’s doe eyes waltzed aimlessly around the TV monitor as he flicked through the noisy cameras. He was already tired of this stupid job.
Your fingers could not help themselves as they crept closer and closer to your boyfriend’s crotch. Once they had reached jackpot, your hand began to gently rub against his bulge.
A restrained moan slipped out from his mouth, “babe, not here. Not here…” he groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.
“Pffffft!” you scoffed. “Nobody’s watching.” you proceeded to slowly fondle with his ever-growing bulge.
“Please, I can’t loose this job.” he begged as he clamped his hands on the arms of the chair, knuckles turning ivory white.
“Gosh, you’ve always been super sensitive.” you rolled your eyes and copped a light feel of his sack before unzipping his jeans.
You bit your lips unconsciously at the sight of his precum already seeping through his briefs. Your hand practically led itself up and down his hidden cock.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cream yourself already.” you snickered.
Mike frantically shook his head, but his flushed cheeks gave himself away.
“You need to relax, baby.”
You dropped to your knees and spread his legs further apart for better room. Your hand returned to gently rubbing against his shaft and your ears peaked up at the sound of him steadily sucking in the air through his teeth.
He began to feel your delicate kisses sprinkle all over his dick. He had no option, but to clench his fist to hold back from spilling all of himself too soon for your liking.
His huge eyes watched every move you made, anticipating the next. Ready to get high off of whatever treat you were about to give him.
You admired from below as the man above was spiraling out of control by the second. You had not even put him in your mouth and he was already about to come undone.
“I can’t relax like this-oh god!” he immediately threw his head back as he felt himself spring free and your hand gripping his length. Your touch was enough to send him to the stars.
You took a moment to ogle at his massiveness. You figured it shape-shifts and adjusts to it whatever state its in because your brain still couldn’t comprehend how such a thing could be supported by him all day long.
“Fuck..” he breathed out once your wet lips wrapped around his cock. He laid further back on the office chair and pulled his hoodie and shirt up just a bit.
Your tongue swirled around his tip, before you took it back out and lazily slipped your tongue up and down his length. You took your sweet time coating him in your slobber, testing his patience; your fave thing to do.
You rubbed his thickness with one hand and rested the other on his stomach, particularly his happy trail.
His mumbled curses came to an abrupt stop as soon as you started bobbing your head. With his mouth agape he threw his head back and you sucked as tenderly as you possibly could.
He reached out to guide your head, placing his coarse fingers through your hair. The urge to shove and move you, so you could suck at the pace he wanted you to, was strong. However, he knew he better.
You relinquished his cock for a moment. “grab as much as you want, sweetheart.” you breathed out.
His eyes widened a little, not expecting that from you. You gave a faint smile, deciding he could have his way with you for once.
He clasped a chunk of your hair not a millisecond later; not roughly, yet not gently either.
You hollowed your cheeks and blew twice as hard. “Jesus Christ!” he whined, through gritted teeth, as he pushed you further down. He was seconds away from spilling all of his load into your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck..I can’t hold it anymore!” he wailed.
His eyes rolled far back as he felt the intense wave of pleasure wash over his body. His cum spat out non-stop and you graciously took every drop he had to offer. The amount was too much to bare and it would drizzle down the corner of your lips.
You licked the salty stickiness from your bottom lip. Mike marveled, in his disheveled state, at the scene below him. You looked so beautiful right now despite the fact that you had just sucked him off.
You sprung off your knees and shared the taste with him.
“How you like that?” you titled your head as you rasped out.
“mehhh.” he answered with lidded eyes.
You giggled, “you’re so cute.”
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kortsitron · 5 months
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Both Hearts Pumping
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✮ PARING Mauga Malosi × Gender Neutral! Reader 
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS smut, overstimulation, blowjob (Mauga receiving), hand job (Mauga receiving), cursing, size kink
✮ SUMMARY You heard he has two hearts and it made you wonder… How much those two hearts could take?
✮ A/N I won’t explain myself, enjoy xD
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It all started with a question that seemed rather innocent.
“Is it true that you have two hearts?”
The question was so innocent, Mauga did not pick up the malicious intention behind it. He thought you were curious. After all – it’s not like you meet someone like him everyday.
He confirmed with a grin that almost never left his face. You knew that grin way too well. And you already knew that you would wipe it off his face soon.
And that's how he ended up in your room, sitting on your bed, groaning and moaning as you made him cum for the fourth time. His thick and warm cum was on your already sticky hands once more, while you bit your lip, looking at Mauga like he was a treasure you couldn't believe you possessed.
His breathing was fast and uneven, his large hands gripping on the mattress. His eyes opened when he heard a chuckle that escaped those pretty lips of yours. His eyes darted to you, he studied your face for a moment, excitement rising in his stomach.
“Someone's enjoying themselves.” His usual grin made a way to his lip, revealing his sharp canines. You had to remind him who's in charge just in case he was about to think otherwise. You squeezed his cock gently, making Mauga groan. You felt his large cock twitch in your hands, begging for more.
“Doll, come on…” He hissed, throwing his head back. You snorted, your thumb brushed against his sensitive tip. He hissed, unintentionally spreading his legs. 
The beating of his two hearts was ringing his head. He couldn’t focus. It was too much, but he knew you wouldn’t stop there. And it excited him even more.
Then he felt it. Your mouth wrapped around his tip. He gasped. “Fuck, [name]!” The words came out louder than he intended.
You couldn’t take him all in his mouth, you knew it and he did too. So you used your sticky hand to stroke him, playing with his balls once in a while to keep it interesting. You knew exactly how to make him go crazy.
His large hand was buried into your hair, his legs shook. You never saw him like that before, being at someone’s mercy. He always seemed like the guy who liked to be on top, being the one to tease, milking the orgasms from you.
And yet, there he was – letting you do what you wanted. Begging you to not stop, as your tongue teased his tip and your hands gripped his balls.
“Don’t stop, damn it! Don’t you even think about it!” His voice was hoarse as his hand gripped your hair tightly. You shivered, his voice was already making you lose your mind.
He was close. So close.
Suddenly, you felt his grip tighten, pushing you onto his dick, making you take more of him. You gagged, before he came inside your mouth. He instantly let go of you, watching you push yourself away from him. 
The loud gasp was heard from you. He smirked, when he saw his seed on your lips. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, collecting the liquid.
“Don’t make it go to waste, sweetheart.” His voice was low as he murmured, he pushed his thumb inside your mouth. The way you looked up at him while sucking on his thumb, it all made him excited all over again.
It was gonna be a long night, he knew it, but he didn’t mind at all. You could make him cum all night, making sure everyone in Talon would hear his moans and growls. But as long as you were the one pushing him over the edge, he wouldn’t mind.
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lyomeii · 6 months
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j high trio with an oblivious! reader
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->warnings: yandere themes but lightly, manipulation, typical violence.
-> request by anon! Hello author! Can I ask yandere j high trio with oblivious reader? Thank you
-> a/n: it’s a little late, but here it is! and it’s a little short compared to my usual works, but I hope you guys enjoy.
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DANIEL PARK
-> aren’t you adorable? someone that easily stole his heart by basically being nice to him in his both bodies. also, who couldn’t fall in love with you? the nicest person in school who cares and befriend anyone despite their looks or personality. it wasn’t hard enough to ask you out after classes for a simple date at the city.
-> and the date was perfect! a small cafe where he payed for the entire meal (despite your initial offer to pay half) and even walked you back home after! what a sweet guy he is, it easy to say that he stolen your heart in minutes and Daniel is quite lucky to have someone like you in his life!
ZACK LEE
-> most of the time, he is losing his mind over how oblivious you are about everything. what do you mean you never noticed his crush on you? he literally walked you home several times and even got you numerous gifts in the recently weeks! gladly, he spoken about his feeling for you in a way that thankfully you managed to get it.
-> despite the harsh start, Zack is more than willingly to date you and of course, he is super happy having you as his significant other after spending so much time admiring you from afar. his efforts were payed with you holding his hand during lunch breaks and the many dates he is planning to take you out.
VASCO
-> no one truly know how the two of you are together. he is already a little awkwardly around girl, but around you? he seems like a different person (in a good way though). more gentler than ever, careful and more aware of his surroundings.
-> it’s quite a cute view seeing how Vasco follows you around during the times you hangout with him after school. the knuckles see you as a great addition to Vasco life after everything he has gone through and even though you are sometimes spacing out, they know vasco deeply love you and would do anything to assure your safety.
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@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost
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auroracalisto · 1 year
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the morning after
jake "hangman" seresin x gn!reader, 550 words tw: no description but some parts allude to sex, nakedness, a general bout of worry from the reader, brief self-doubt a/n: jake seresin. that is all.
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Your eyes fluttered open, gentle sunlight casting through the curtains of your military-provided accommodation. Body sore, exhaustion running through your body, recollection was far from your mind. But it hit you when you felt the mattress shift beside you, Hangman turning to face you with a smile.
"Good morning, gorgeous," he said, resting on his hand as he watched you.
Your cheeks flushed, burning as you remembered the night before. You hadn't been drinking, but the heat of the night influenced your every decision leading up to the point in which Jake Seresin was in your bed. You would have been screaming in excitement had it not been for the fact that this could seriously end up being a one-night stand—a one-time deal between friends that would never happen again.
You knew Jake. He was never one to take the same person home twice. And the fact that when Monday came, you'd have to return to a facade of pretending this didn't happen, and you were just work colleagues.
But the way he looked at you... it made you think twice. It made you wonder if he felt anything more towards you than just a fling. More than just a friend he made a mistake with.
Jake's smile was unmistakable as he watched you. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
"You know you talk in your sleep?" he asked with a grin, covers falling further down his body as he shifted once more.
"Do I?" you answered with a question, embarrassment flooding your body. You didn't know—hell, it wasn't often you even slept with someone in the same bed as you.
"It's cute."
You press the palm of your hand to your eyes, your smile evident.
You both lie there, bare under the covers, and yet, he called your unknown nighttime habits cute. Was he serious?
Jake cleared his throat, averting his gaze.
"I, uh, can leave if you want me to. Don't be afraid to tell me to leave. But... I was thinking. If you're okay with it. Maybe we could go to the diner down the street? Get breakfast together?"
You part your fingers to look at him as he sat up, sheets pooling around his hips. You bit your lip, watching him from where you lay.
"I don't really want this to end, but if you want it to, I understand," he said. He seemed... hesitant. Had you ever known Jake to hesitate before?
"No!" you quickly said, sitting up in the process. You gripped at the covers, keeping them over your chest as you watched him—surprise making an appearance on his handsome features. "I mean—I mean, I don't want this to end either. I'd love to get breakfast with you if you want me to."
He began to smile. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. He brought up a hand to the side of your face, fingers gently brushing against your skin.
"We should shower before we go," he said.
"Oh, yeah?" you began to smile, giggling as his hand dropped and took ahold of the hand that gripped the blankets. He pulled you out of the bed, pulling your bare body flush against his.
"Oh, yeah," he said, grinning as he watched you.
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momochiikawa · 10 months
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soft genshin x gn reader headcanons.
characters: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Lumine, Aether, Eula, Ei, Diluc, Cyno
cw: like one swear in lumine's headcanons.
Kaveh
HE. LOVES. YOU. SO. FUCKING. MUCH
he giggles and kicks his feet whenever he thinks about you.
when you kiss him, kaveh literally melts. buys you matching stuff <3. if you want to cuddle with him, he'll drop everything he's doing just to spend time with you. lets you brush his hair!!! thinks about you literally 24/7.rants to you, about how awful alhaithams taste in furniture is, and how cruel he is to take his keys on "accident." if you buy him anything, he'll treasure it, and NEVER lets it get dirty.
Alhaitham
shows his love towards you by helping you with your work or giving you solutions for your problems.kiss him on the neck and he will get SOO flustered by it <3333. when you two sleep together he'll hold you so close you can feel his hot breath on your neck <3 (goodluck trying to get out.) you're the only one who's allowed to interrupt his rest time. he may not be the best at comforting you, but will hold you whenever you want him to.
Lumine
WILL PROTECT YOU WITH HER LIFE!!!! as a reward for defeating an enemy she wants a kiss <3. will tell you stories about different worlds, late into the night. paimon tells her to shut the fuck up. will get you anything, she would trade paimon for it. loves your smile the most and will do everything it takes to make it last forever.
Aether
so cute!!
gives you kisses you on the forehead. cooks for you!! and paimon. he'll introduce you to ALL of his friends (goodluck with traveling thru every nation.) he gets super shy if you hold him by the waist (please do) <33 .shoos paimon away when you two want alone time. compasate it by buying her food. he has chubby cheeks and they're sooooo squishy!!!!
he's just a cutie patootie
Eula
congrats! you just gained yourself a bodyguard! will call you babygirl/boy/person(?). very impressed if you manage to raise her claymore. teaches you how to make a moonpie <3 (very patient.) sometimes she puts her cold hands on your bare shoulders to startle you. isn't really cuddly but she enjoys being the little spoon sometimes <3
Ei
oh lord. very veryyy overprotective. won't let you go anywhere alone. (she's scared you'll leave like her friends and sister :[ ). make sure to bring some sweets for her!! she'll reward you with lots of kisses <3. if anyone ever dares to disrespect you, the shogun will deal with them. thinks it's cute when you lay down on her thighs.
Diluc
:hearteyes:
huge simp for you. doesn't give a fuck about anyone else. thinks about you 24/7. very very bad at flirting(you have to initiate everything.) likes when you hold his arm. the best heat pack ever, you won't even need a blanket when cuddling with him
Cyno
your TCG sessions take like 7 hours.can go from serious to silly very quickly. bed talk takes 2 hours. PLEASE laugh at his jokes, he's trying. loves tickling your tummy (poke his ribs in return.) sometimes he thumps his headwear against your forehead while you two kiss
just a silly little guy
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Dear Cis People,
Stop saying "folx." Stop saying "womxn" and "mxn." Stop saying "Latinx." Stop trying to be gender inclusive like this and attempting to make words gender neutral in the worst way possible.
Stop adding an "X" to words that are already inclusive of everyone, such as "folks"!
Stop adding "X" to words that don't need it because, newsflash, nonbinary people ARE NOT binary trans people! We are not binary men and women. We have terms like AFAB and AMAB to use instead of forcibly being lumped together with binary men and women! You wanna talk about women and AFAB enbies? SAY THAT! You wanna talk about men and AMAB enbies? SAY THAT! But please stop including us all together all the time!
Stop anglicizing languages like Spanish to make them gender neutral when there are better options, like saying "LatinE" or "Latin." And options like using an "E" instead of an "X" to neutralize gendered terms! Stop using an X when it literally doesn't make sense and is hard to pronounce anyway!
I get it; some of you wanna be inclusive of everyone. But this ain't it. It really is not. This isn't helping anyone and is so unnecessary. It is performative and, honestly, racist and transphobic/enbyphobic, whether it's intended or not. Please stop!! And PLEASE talk to actual nonbinary people on how to be gender inclusive towards us instead!!
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bloodonherknees · 10 months
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Nameless Ghouls pt.1
So this is part one of a series I’m thinking? Polyghouls vibe, gender neutral reader?
No warnings for this part
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You couldn’t decide wether being the ghouls handler was the best, or the worst job in the world.
On the one hand they may have looked scary but they were the most adorably kind creatures, deep down. They had accepted you into their pack almost immediately. On the other hand though they made the absolute WORST messes you had ever seen.
Walking down the the ministry corridors, you were almost complete knocked off your feet by Dewdrop bowling past you, followed by Rain, then Swiss. They were coming in from outside and left a trail of mud, leaves and twigs along the corridor.
“What the fuck guys?? I just swept up!” You yelled after them, only Swiss seemed to hear you, turning back and blowing you a kiss, without stopping. He shouted “We’ll make it up to you!”
“Ugh.” You’d clean it up in a minute, you were still stiff from kneeling on the floor of Aethers room brushing fur out of the carpet.
To be honest you didn’t know why they each had their own room, especially the band ghouls as they tended to sleep in puppy piles. The boys in one bed and the girls in another, sometimes all in one huge pile in their common room. It did look awfully comfortable though.
Walking into the kitchen you saw Cumulus peering into an open oven with a confused look on her face, after a few seconds she closed it and huffed. “My cookies are burnt.”
“I’m sorry honey, do you want me to make you some more?” You asked, using nicknames was reserved for the Ghoulettes.
“Please.” She nodded.
“No worries” you said getting to work “Hey do you know why the boys were outside? They left a huge mess for me clean in the corridor.”
“Nope, sorry.” She had sat up on the counter and was swinging her legs.
“I dread to think with them.” Cirrus chimes in making the three of you laugh.
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At the end of the day, after making multiple batches of cookies, and sweeping the hall a second time, you finally retired to you room. It was at the end of the ghouls quarters, small but quaint, with a little kitchenette so you could enjoy some time away from your noisy housemates if you wanted to.
You never wanted to.
Opening the door you saw a thin black vase with a single rose standing in your counter, with a small note beside it.
“Sorry we’re a lot, we love you!
/A Nameless Ghoul”
You recognise the handwriting, Swiss. He had probably gotten the rose from mountains greenhouse. You inhaled it’s gorgeous smell and smiled. They were definitely a lot, but they were yours.
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wronggalaxy · 7 months
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Some random queer stuff that you don't get told at initiation but are expected to know anyway because people are bad are remembering past experiences like being a baby queer(dictionary and edits at the bottom):
1) Being aromantic does not mean you're loveless/heartless but some aromantic people are loveless/heartless and that's okay too.
2) A lot of queer people are also disabled, especially neurodivergent, especially autistic, so learn about those communities as well.
3) If you don't like queer slurs then tell your friends, that's a boundary, but you have no right to tell anyone they can't say them, especially if you don't know the person. Unless you know for a fact they aren't queer, then kick them in the crotch(I don't care their genitals, this will hurt).
4) Queer may be an identity now and widely used in the community, but it is still a slur so if someone asks you to not call them queer/say queer around them then don't. Non-queers can say queer if they're talking about an identity(i.e genderqueer), but otherwise shouldn't. And if they're using it in an insulting way, kick them in the crotch.
5) Person who menstruates, menstruation/period products, person with uterus, etc. forever. All of us, or none of us. You don't get to ignore trans people just because you're cis.
Dictionary:
Aromantic: A person who feels little or no romantic attraction or only experiences romantic attraction in certain circumstances.
Loveless: An aromantic person that does not feel, understand, or connect with love in any form.
Heartless: An aromantic person that feels separated from romance and any or all forms of love.
Neurodivergent: Differing in mental or neurological function from what is considered typical or normal; not neurotypical.
Genderqueer: Denoting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond to conventional binary gender distinctions.
Menstruate: Discharge blood and other material from the lining of the uterus as part of the menstrual cycle(AKA period).
Trans(gender): Of, relating to, or being a person whose gender identity differs from the sex the person had or was identified as having at birth.
Cis(gender): Whatever gender you are now is the same as what was presumed for you at birth.
Edit for confusion: Queer identity=queer community, including fictional. Tell me if anything else doesn't make sense(but don't be rude about it because disrespect doesn't lead to respect and at best I'll just delete the comment/ask)! This is all a bit vague since it was like 3 AM and I hadn't really expected more than 2 or 3 people to see and interact.
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extra-v1rgin · 1 year
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Moments they appreciate most
Csm boys: Aki, Beam, Denji, Kishibe, Violence fiend (Galgali)
Sfw (one line of nsfw in Kishibe’s)
Aki
Our signature male-wife definitely appreciates the quiet, domestic moments the most. When you’re cooking dinner he can’t help but sneak up behind you. The man enjoys eating in quiet joy. Afterwards he’ll smoke outside on the balcony and pull you into his lap. If you smoke too he’ll share the single cigarette with you. If you don’t then he’ll just enjoy the feeling of your side tucked into him.
Beam
Attention whore. He’s not happy unless your full focus is on him. Even if your running your fingers over his head and through his hair, he needs your eyes on him too. When it’s just the two of you, and you’re sat on his lap (or he sits on yours) his hands roam over your entire body. Beam is eager to receive whatever you give him, as long as he’s the only one there.
Denji
He’s also desperate for any kind of physical attention, albeit in a much softer way. Denji loves it when you hold his hand as much as he loves it when your bodies are pressed together. Different from Beam though, he’s almost nervous to ask for the attention. If you only offer your pinky to intertwine he’ll be satisfied with the single point of contact until you ask him if he wants more.
Kishibe
He also appreciates the quiet moments. Most everyone he’s known is dead, so any reminder that you’re alive soothes him even just the tiniest bit. (It’s why he fucks you so much, to feel your warm skin and racing heart.) When you’ve just fallen asleep, or before you wake up, he’ll sit and watch the quiet rise and fall of your chest.
Galgali
Not only does he love to watch you enjoy life, he loves to be the one to cause that joy. It’s small and simple things, like buying you a trinket you’ve been staring at. When he presents it to you, and your face lights up, his dead heart comes back to life.
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mockerycrow · 10 months
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Sugar (Gaz x GN!Reader)
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Summary: You’re a civilian and you’re across the world from where Kyle is on a mission. It’s late at night when you get the phone call you’ve been waiting weeks for.
A/N: The title is from the song “Sugar - BROCKHAMPTON”. Gaz needs more stand-alone fics. I’m here to provide.
[WARNINGS: short fic, slight angst, fluff.]
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It’s been quite a few months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend, Kyle Garrick. It’s to be expected as he’s in the military, but that doesn’t stop you from missing him any less. Goodbyes between you two always tended to be bittersweet—full of gentle kisses and whispers of “see you later”s even if they weren’t guaranteed to be true. You usually get a call or two whenever he’s on a mission if he can. You don’t exactly expect a call because you know he’s busy doing something important; of course you don’t get the details. All you know is that it’s important enough for all communication to be occasionally cut. Sometimes Kyle doesn’t even have his phone for weeks, so you sit there by your window sill, staring off into the night sky and praying that he’s okay.
Tonight, you lay in your bed in your underwear and a loose t-shirt—Kyle’s, of course—and you’ve tossing and turning all night. A light sheet matching your comforter lays across your legs and partially your stomach. It’s a luke-warm summer night and it brings such a nostalgic, yet sad feeling. On nights like these, you’d find yourself crawling into Kyle’s arms, his body radiating just enough heat to be comfortable. His sleepy, low voice would let out a cute little “hm?” when you press your head into the crook of his neck. You can hear his chuckle as he would rub a hand up and down your back soothingly, accepting all of your tiny habits. You can’t help but tear up at the memory. You never know when that memory will never be repeated again, right?
You glance over at Kyle’s side of the bed and you sniffle as you roll over onto his side, transferring your head from your warm pillow to his cold one—which you desperately wished was warm. You pull the sheet with you and you curl up on your side, glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand, it’s red letters blaring 3:49 am at you. You sigh and rest your head comfortably against his pillow again, listening to the natural silence of the house. You hear a creek of the foundation shifting every once in a while, the springs of the mattress every time you move yourself. Your hand drifts to your neck and grabs at the necklace—a gold chained necklace with a locket in the middle, a picture of you and Kyle with your dog that passed away about half a year ago. With Kyle gone, you wanted a companion to keep you company; but soon that one left this world, leaving you alone in a quiet house that only awakens when you do.
You can feel the exhaustion pulling at you, begging you to close your eyes and sleep for the night, but you force yourself to stay awake. ‘Just in case he calls,’ you try to justify it, but you haven’t gotten a call in a month, nearly a month and a half. Your heart burns every time you think about it as you can only come to one solution—one you know isn’t true because Kyle is strong, he’s resourceful, he has his teammates. Honestly, the only reason you know he isn’t dead is because Captain Price hasn’t come to your door to tell you.
You don’t originally notice that you’re falling asleep until your phone blaring a familiar ringtone wakes you up, your heart jumping out of your throat as you jolt. A startled noise leaves you as you breathe hard to gain your bearings and when you realize it—it’s Kyle’s ringtone—you immediately sit up and scramble back to your side of the bed, practically ripping the charger out of your phone and seeing Kyle<3 is calling… at the top of the screen. Without a second thought and with a wide smile on your face, you lay back onto the pillow and you swipe to answer the call you press the phone against your head and it’s like all of the weight is lifted off of your shoulders.
“Hey, sweetheart.. Did I wake you?”
You breathe out a heavy sigh of relief and shake your head, not caring that he can’t see it. “No,” You immediately say. “I was already awake.”
Kyle chuckles, murmuring, “Staying up for my call, I see?”
You return a quiet and soft laugh, turning your head to partially look out the window. “Maaaybe..” You pause for a moment, your smile faltering ever so slightly. “I miss you.” Kyle doesn’t miss a beat. “I miss you too, dove. More than anything.” You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks, your free hand coming up and clutching the locket. “How is it going? Your mission, I mean.” You borderline whisper, but you never have to ask. He always tells you what he can, but you just want to hear his voice instead of listening to old videos or voicemails for a change. Kyle hums excitedly, a slight crunch coming over the phone—he must be eating. “It’s been good! Price said we should be nearly done now. Last home stretch.”
You shuffle properly back onto your pillow, plugging your phone into the charger, and laying the phone on the bed. You click the speaker button and lay your head down. “You there, [Name]?” Kyle asks, nearly concerned.
“Mhm, just putting you on speaker..”
Kyle doesn’t say anything for a moment, but when he does, his voice is damn near vulnerable. “You don’t know how excited I am to come home to you, sweetheart. It’s been a gruelin’ mission..”
You put your hand near your phone instinctively, as if you could comfort him physically through the phone. “I wish I could help you, Kyle.” You whisper softly into the phone, your heart tightening at the thought of his distress. He takes care of you in so many ways and you want to return the favor “You know what? When you come home, Kyle, give me a heads up. I’ll make us some dinner, we can play a bunch of games, anything you want. How about it?”
He laughs softly, like his ugly mood has been lightened. “Yeah? You wanna?”
“Of course I want to,” You answer without a doubt. “You work hard, Kyle. Too hard. We need to spend time together and you need to get taken care of. Two birds with one stone.”
You nearly think you can hear Kyle tearing up, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Okay.. Okay, dove. Yeah, we can do that.”
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thee-horny-thicky · 11 months
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Controversial take here, but Sukuna definitely eats ass. Like, this man is a thousand year old curse that can summon mouths wherever he pleases. And, considering his disregard for humanity, why would he abide by societal limits on pleasure?
His priority is making you feel good, not following silly rules created by lesser beings.
The way you squirm as one of his mouths lap at your puckered rim is absolutely adorable, and your whines of how taboo the act is only makes him want to do it more.
The pleasure you feel once you relax enough to allow him entrance into your tight hole makes him smug. While drool slips out of your mouth, your mind blank due to how blissed out you are, he'll degrade you the entire time, teasing you for putting up such a fight when all he wanted to do is make you feel good.
When his dicks start to get too hard at hearing the wanton noises spilling for you, he sits you on a cock and summons a mouth on his hand to continue tongue fucking your ass.
And this man has stamina that's out of this world. He'll keep you there until he's satisfied, which can take hours. By that point, you're a mess, nothing but a toy for him to do what he wants with.
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beatificwrites · 8 months
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TYPICAL DATE NIGHT WITH HOBIE ★
an: a lil sumn sumn with hobie
gender-neutral!reader & no use of y/n
content: cheesy bc i say so, some silly cuteness, heated make-out sesh
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You heard continuous light taps coming from your bedroom window. You recognized the sounds as pebbles being thrown and instantly, you knew it was him. Glee began to overflow your entire being as you hurriedly bookmarked the page you were on and dropped the book you were reading.
You practically jumped off your bed and rushed over to open your window. Your eyes drifted downward and landed on Hobie’s figure that was currently in a humanly-impossible position against your apartment’s brick wall. His feet seemed glued to the wall while he balanced himself vertically off of it.
He was always random with the stunts he’d pull since he disliked consistency and loved finding different ways to surprise you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him in disbelief, not being able to fully grasp the fact that your boyfriend was quite literally defying gravity; a perk of being spiderpunk.
“Hey, babe, got somethin’ I wanna play for you!” he shouted.
You watched as he effortlessly whipped out his guitar from behind as if he wasn’t 40 feet off the ground.
“shoot!” you shouted back.
With zero hesitation, Hobie powerfully struck the chords once before playing an impressive guitar riff, just for you. His gifted fingers ran up and down the chords, allowing the guitar to produce the electrifying, melodic sound you loved so much. He was nothing short of a virtuoso, so cool, you thought.
“What’d you think?” Hobie asked, not needing your approval, though he’d appreciate it very much.
“It was awesome!! I loved it, baby.” you gushed with clasped hands.
“Good.” was all he said, then he shot a web at the edge of your window to yank himself up and kiss your lips.
The soft embrace of his lips was all you needed to feel warm and at peace again. Life outside of your relationship was tiring and hectic, but the precious moments you shared with him calmed the storm.
“Come in!” you beckoned, after pulling away.
“Ma pleasure.” he said before tucking his guitar behind him and climbing in through your window.
“So, I got a couple of movie ideas…we down for rom-coms or slashers tonight?” you asked as grabbed the dvds.
“I think we exhausted all the slasher films known to man, love. I could go for some ‘13 going on 30’ right about now.” he threw himself on your bed.
Your mouth slightly fell agape, “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What? A man can’t switch it up every now and then?” his brows furrowed.
“He can, but every time I put on ‘13 going on 30’ you fall asleep half way through!” you lightly smacked his side as you laid down next to him.
“I’m not the same person I was last week, hell, I ain’t even the same man I was two seconds ago! I’m a changed man.” he shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh, cut the crap! You do not wanna watch it with me.” you claimed incredulously.
“Like I said, I’m a changed man.” he told you in a half-serious manner.
“You’re so stupid.” you rolled your eyes again, then you both laughed it off.
“No, but I do wanna see it with you, babe. I can’t handle another modern horror film, it’s all just uncalled for gore and porn; no substance whatsoever. It’s bollucks.” he shook his head disapprovingly.
“I’m sayinggg!” you agreed, remembering how dreadful the last horror flick you saw was.
“Wait, before we watch, can we make pizza like last time?” he asked hopefully.
“Sure, why not?” you got up and tossed the slasher dvds to the side and placed ‘13 going on 30’ next to the dvd station.
Hobie hated ordering pizza. Not because he was too shy to order, that’s why apps exist. Moreover, he hated ordering pizza because the anarchist in him preferred baking pizza at home instead of supporting the cooperate companies that prepared the same pizza.
He’d physically cringe and his face would contort into disgust whenever you’d suggest delivery instead because you were too lazy to bake. “I’ll do it by myself then!” he’d groan.
That is how the first three hours of your date night with Hobie is spent; attempting to bake spidey shaped pizzas with the clash playing in the background, throwing sauce at each other’s faces, eating said pizzas while watching 13 going on 30, teasing Hobie for shredding a tear at the wedding scene, Hobie teasing you for sobbing after that scene, you two cuddling at the end while being wrapped up in your largest blanket, and you rewarding him a kiss because finishing rom-coms with him gives you the best feeling ever. It’s the rom-com glow.
You’ll usually suggest another film or perhaps a show to binge watch, and you two immerse yourselves in that for about another three hours. Sweet whispers are exchanged from time to time and Hobie’s dispersed kisses across your neck make a feature.
“You’re really cute when you look all focused.” he said out of the blue.
You hadn’t realized he had been admiring your face for a while now, or that his focus was shifting elsewhere.
“This is reality tv! There’s lots of drama to keep up with.” you reasoned without turning to look at him.
“Look at me.” he simply said.
“Amanda’s just about to find out her husband’s having an affair!” you quickly tapped him, trying not to lose concentration from the screen. Without warning, the show was suddenly muted.
“Hey, why’d you-
“Com’ere.” he gently grabbed your chin and hushed you with his lips.
You kissed him back, then pulled away asking, “what?”
“I don’ know. Just felt a huge urge to kiss you.” he admitted as his mouth curved into a smile.
“Oh. Well, I have no problem Mr. suspense-ruiner, as long as you continue to do it.” you cupped his face, forgot all about the tv and brought him in for another smooch.
He rubbed one hand on your hip. You two were laying side by side, but his slow, gentle touch made you want to change that.
The hand rubbing on your hip made its way up to your shoulders and down again, in yet another slow, teasing manner. He caressed the side of your body, then let his hand slide dangerously down onto your rump. He gave it soft squeeze and you hummed; his touch aroused the growing swarm of excitement in your abdomen.
You swung a leg over his torso and he was able to smooth his hand over your thigh. He’d run his hand up and down, his gentle caressing becoming a bit more firm. The feel of your bodies pressing against each other made this moment all the more enticing. Neither of you could get enough. With every hum or whimper you’d allow to escape, Hobie could feel himself twitch.
You extended your hand and lightly rubbed his shoulder. After a moment, your hand dropped to his bicep and began to grope the defined muscle. Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath and you both would only chuckle while looking at each other.
Hobie kept his hands on you as you took the initiative to straddle his waist. His hands shifted to your hips and he gave you a reassuring look before saying, “Absolutely no pressure, love. We go as far as your comfortable with.”
You appreciated how he reassured you every time to ensure that you were comfortable. He made you feel seen and at ease. Definitely one of the most refreshing parts of your companionship with him.
“Mhm, of course.” you nodded.
“I love you, sweetheart.” he professed with hooded eyes.
“I love you too.”
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kortsitron · 4 months
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Comfort
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✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Gender Neutral! Reader
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS hurt/comfort, drabble, avenger! Loki, unsure!(?) Loki
✮ SUMMARY You came to Loki for comfort
✮ A/N I won't lie, I have been feeling like shit and honestly I would die to go to sleep in Loki's arms while he tells me I'll be alright. I also made it neutral enough that the comfort can be read no matter what your situation is [ao3]
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He couldn't quite recall it really happened. He wasn't exactly the nicest nor the cuddliest one, or at least that's how Loki saw himself.
But somehow you ended up at his door in the middle of the night. You were a sobbing mess, not being able to catch your breath, and as much as Loki thought he wasn't the right person to comfort you, he couldn't just let you suffer.
You came specifically to him, so he took you in, even though he believed there were other people who would be able to take better care of you during that situation.
And that's how he invited you to his bed, where the two of you cuddled, as he played with your hair as his chilly fingers of his other hand traced your spine. It seemed like his unusual body temperature calmed you down, even though your breath was still shaky at times and you were catching deep breaths uncontrollably.
He found the sound of your heartbeat quite soothing. At first it was almost furious, making him worry that your heart was going to jump out of your chest. But then started to slow down, until it became nice and steady.
He kept murmuring sweet nothings into your ear. His voice was a little raspy from sleep, but it gave it a nice, soothing effect. He kept giving you little, but meaningful kisses, over your forehead, on the crown of your head, on your cheeks, nose. All over your pretty, tear stained face.
When you finally fell asleep, Loki held you tighter. As much as he wasn't sure for long he wanted to be a part of Avengers, he knew he couldn't just leave you alone with your troubles, especially when you were hurting so much.
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