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bizarrescribblez · 1 year

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Howdy Mia!! You sent me a very kind, very considerate ask recently with some questions- thank you for sending me that ask, it means a lot to me ;--;!! It'll take me a bit of time to answer your ask due to some irl things going on with me so in the meanwhile, I wanted to return the favor---I wanna turn the questions you kindly asked me back to you:

What’s your favorite sea animal :D?? Or animals (i know its hard to pick!)? Also, I too wanna ask: if you had to pick or assign sea animals to your f/os what would you pick?? I'd love to hear your reasoning for each f/o you feel inspired to answer for :D!!!!!!!

Bonus questions: have you ever visited the ocean?? If so, which side was it- Atlantic or Pacific? What did you experience on your trip? If you haven't visited the ocean, where would you like to go to experience it?

Please know my Ask box is always open to come chat about things you're excited about / looking forward to irl, tell me about your s/is, gush about your f/os, or of course, gush about the ocean with me- I'd love that!

Moxie @tex-treasures

OMGG HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY MOXIE!!!!! @tex-treasures :D OMG NO WORRIES/NO RUSH AT ALL!!! Real life stuff matters more and I hope those irl things aren’t anything bad/you’re able to have free time soon! 🥺💓

OMG YOURE SO?? SWEET @ ALL THESE QUESTIONS ?? 🥺💜 I CAN AND WILL ABSOLUTELY ANSWER ALL OF THEM AAA!!!

For me!! I really really love otters 😭 but also I love seals and also sea bunnies!!! They’re all so cute it’s super hard for me to pick a favorite!!! Then getting JinBeeSan merch is making me obsessed with whale sharks! There’s just too many to choose from it’s hard to pick!!

I LOVE ASSIGNING MY F/OS AS ANIMALS OMGGG ok so let’s see :) I’ll make an image side by side and I’ll have my explanations ehhehe

HERE WE GO :) in order we have Stanley - Otter (Otters just have such.. chill vibes to them usually I see Stan as a bird person but if he had to be another animal it would def be an otter especially with how cuddly and in their own lane they are..), Gideon - Killer Whale (THE COLORS. You cant deny they just match his vibe/aesthetic right off the bat.), Spot/Jonathan - Spotted Seal (Very self explanatory 😌 someone did a webkinz game and picked on for him AND ITS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!), and for Miguel - Tiger Shark (mainly cuz I love the patterns on said shark plus he just.. has shark energy so bad like LOOK AT HIM.)

AS FOR YOUR LAST QUESTION YES I HAVE SEVERAL TIMES!! 🥺 the Pacific Ocean as a matter of fact! I live in California so the beach is not extremely far away which is great!! :D I go with family so we don’t really do anything eventful but I always wanna go to an aquarium! I haven’t been since I was little and remembering those memories really made my love for the ocean grow :,) like my mom distinct aquarium memory is seeing a sunfish for the first time and not knowing what they look like so I thought it was half eaten then rescued by the people there LOL!!!!

BUT OMGGGG YOURE SOSOSOSOS SWEET MOXIE!!! 🥺🥺 SAME TO YOU PLS GUSH ABOUT YOUR F/OS OR ANYTHING IN MY ASK BOX ID LOVE TO HEAR IT!!! TYSM AGAIN FOR TYE SWEET QUESTIONS!!!

#📫 ask box!#self ship #self ship community #f/o community

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tinalbion · 2 years

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This is the main blog for @fluffy-little-demon I can't send asks from there cuz it's just a side blog

Hi I just found you and I am absolutely in love with your Rusty Nail fics 🥰🥰🥰

I really like the name you choose for him I think Roy suits him very well.

I have 2 questions if it's ok to ask

Is there gonna be a part 5 to the Sassy Cat series?

Are you still doing tag lists? Could I please be tagged in anything Rusty related in the future thank you 💕

Hello there, Fluffy! Totally understandable, my side blog is great but can never send asks. Wish we could 😂

But ahh thank you so much! I recently started writing for him because a friend of mine introduced me and I've been smitten ever since! We have a shared doc lf so many ideas for future works, I'm very excited.

I appreciate that you think Roy suits him! My friend and I had a discussion that it should be something suitable and yet not John, that's such a vommon name and it isn't as unique as this character, whereas you don't hear Roy very often. There's even a list of names we had that didn't make the cut. I'm really glad you like it!

And yes, ask away! My inbox is open for all sorts of questions!

To answer yours, I do want to make more of the Sassy Cat Saga, absolutely. I will more than happily do another piece! Is there anything in particular you'd want to see from the next chapter? I'd be more than happy to listen to some ideas!

As for the tag lists, I don't really have any except for one series, so it's easy for me to keep track lol. I'll happily add you to my newly established Rusty tag list!

Again, I appreciate your kind words and you popping into my ask box, you're very sweet 🥰💗 Hope to talk to you later!

#tinalbion speaks #answered #fluffy-little-demon #rusty nail has stolen our hearts #I'm happy to have a tag list for him now!

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sorisooyaa · 2 years

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please keeping sharing more your graphics are beautiful 🙏

For the asks game:

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Hi there, lovely, 💖

I don't have anything to share rn! And come on, do you really want to be put through all that stupidity I do?

ooo yes ask!

Hmmm,

Tolkien and MCU:

1. There are so many popular characters in these fandoms, but I would like to see more on minor characters like in Tolkien; Feren, Fingolfin (defo needs more love), Merry and Pippin (yes, I'm putting them together lol), and there's more (gonna sneak in Haldir here cuz he's my favorite sorry). But really all characters (the good ones only.. looking at you Melkor and Smaug) deserves so much love! Within MCU, I would seriously love to see more on....umm... HELLO CLINT PLZ!!! SERIOUSLY WHY IS HE NOT RECEIVING MORE LOVE?!?! Ok, then with the Eternals, Ik it didn't make much sense, BUT COME ON DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT SERSI DID?!?! GEMMA CHAN ROCKED THIS!! AND HELLO CAN WE ALSO SHED SOME LIGHT ON SHURI!!?!?!? PLZ?!?!? I'M BEGGING YOU!!! Moon Knight is really popular rn, I loved the show but it's really not receiving the love should be! It needs more 🥰❤️

2. I would like to see more authors releasing theirs stories and fanarts with confidence. It doesn't matter if you 2 notes or 200 notes; it really doesn't! What matters is that you release what you love and what you want. And ofc it takes time for ppl to get to know you and your works, but if you don't do it now, you will never get there! So please, press that post button. If you would like my reactions to anything, send me a quick message please! Post what you did, give us the joy of reacting anything you create!

3. Words of encouragement (reblogs): It's really not too much to ask, is it? Reblog is so much better than that like button, you don't have to say anything seriously! A reblog is like silent words of encouragement to a creator! You have no idea how massively it helps someone. Show how much you enjoyed creation! Spiral out with words and all your feelings the creators LOVE it! ❤️. Seriously you guys! There so many ppl in this fandom! Keep it going! Encourage one another; Reblog and support your favs and new aspiring creators! How is one supposed to feel encouraged and motivated if the support isn't there? Why do you think so many ppl leave here? One day you wake up, and one your fav creators has left! WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS? It's the creators' job to post and YOUR job to show support and love to it!

Ok, just gonna stop there now cuz I realised I ranted more than actually answer the questions! Welp sorry, thank you for the question.

I hope I haven't scared you away lovely 😢🥺💖

#shalini answers #ask games #Tolkien #MCU

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taketheringtolohac · 3 years

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I'm a bit confused with seeing your blaseball posts. Do real people play it or is it a spectator sport that you're betting against probabilities?

well the answer to your question is very complicated. to put it simply: yes, mostly. but also no.

blaseball is a horror fantasy fantasy baseball simulator, where you are both a player of blaseball and simultaneously not playing at all. the game itself is very simple, this is QUITE LITERALLY all you know about the teams and it’s players, respectively:

And game play looks like this:

so there clearly just... isn’t very much to do on the actual site. so then what is the POINT of playing blaseball of you just watch numbers on the screen advance bases and like, not even DO anything?

Well as I said before, you, the fans, DO have a role in the game: determining what actually HAPPENS to their teams and the game at large.

voting is the primary way of engagement from fans in the sense that this is how YOU have an impact on the league. there’s several things you can vote for. The first is things that impact the WHOLE league, or decrees. these can be things like introducing enhanced party time to the league or introducing ratification or wild cards, but they always impact the entirety of the league and more often than not tend to impact the next season of blaseball (one season is one week) here’s the decrees from last season:

Then there’s things that impact the team that YOURE a fan of directly. The first thing is wills, these are things your team is GUARANTEED to get two of (three if your team is in the bottom 4 of the regular season) and they are the most direct way to change your team such as moving a player from your lineup to the shadows or exchanging a bad player for a better one from another team. Then there’s blessings, which are done via a pool of ALL voters from ALL teams in the league and a single raffle ticket is pulled. This used to be the ONLY way to improve teams but league changes have added wills, and it’s all random. Blessings can be things like increase a players cinnamon (a forbidden knowledge hidden stat) or give players random mods like Gaudy or Cluttered or even steal players from other teams (Polkadot Patterson was originally a Breath Mint). Here’s what blessings looked like last season!

So now the question is, what the hell? How do I even get money to vote? The answer is simple: snacks from the store! The traditional way (back in my day this was the ONLY way *shakes fist*) of getting money is betting on games using high roller snake oil, when you bet on a game it looks like this:

There’s also passive snacks that don’t require you to bet or change your idol every hour, like seeds and hot dogs which mean that when your idol hits the ball you get money and when they get a home run you get money, respectively. There’s lots of ways to make money to convert into votes (or peanuts to pay tribute to the dead, whichever you choose to do.), it just depends on your build.

So to answer your question, blaseball IS a spectator splort, but it is also much more than that. You are the one who makes the decisions for the league, who all you know about them is that they are players in an awful game and they can never stop playing it and they are just numbers and words on a screen that you watch advance bases and rack up strikes. But you are also helpless and at the mercy of the sim, because you can only do so much to actually help your team and at the end of the day it’s all RNG (the breath mints know this very well 😔). Players can get incinerated or have an allergic reaction or get faxed into the shadows or eaten by sharks/consumers or have their blood drained at any time and totally ruin your teams chances at playoffs that season.

It’s always changing, and the overarching Plot(tm) can ALSO mess with whatever you did to improve your team that season. Plus, the fact that all election elements are decided via raffle means there’s ALWAYS a chance that your team could “wimdy” a blessing they don’t want or even worse, a will they didn’t plan for that either causes drama or actively harms the team.

Some people do play blaseball for the actual splort of it all, but many people also don’t! They play for the communities they’re apart of or for the lore of both the game and the teams (all team lore that is, for the most part, made up entirely by fans) or for many other reasons! It’s just a neat little game and it’s been fun to be apart of.

there is better explanations in youtube video form! heres the one from people make games from season 8/9, so a lot of the information is OLD but it still holds up as a good explainer of the actual game!

#hi I’m so so sorry this got long I just get excited 😔 but also it’s a complicated question/answer because like #there is no real players. there isn’t. but teams and communities MAKE them ‘real’ if that makes sense #and then you like. actually get INVESTED in those players. and cry when they get Incinerated :/#but yeah you don’t actually do very much and yet you also do everything. it’s neat!#i hope i answered your question if not please send another ask cuz i can try again #I am once again asking people to ask me about blaseball I love talking about it so much #blaseball #roxy talks

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eupheme · 2 years

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Can u do another sub battinson x reader cuz I’m rlly obsessed <3

Ahhh yes! I love that side of him too, I couldn’t resist writing another little drabble 💖 Thank you so much, I hope you like it!

On Bended Knee

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.2k

Tags - sub!bruce, sub/dom elements, oral (f receiving), masturbation, orgasm delay, teasing

Summary:

“I bet you could come, just like this.” Your hand presses against him as you coo, and he doesn’t know if you mean from your honeyed words or from your touch; but he thinks you might be right either way.

He’s home as the sun is rising, racing the soft warm beams that fight their way through the heavy haze that always seems to surround Gotham.

Lips brush the back of your neck as you doze, hands drifting across your shoulders, sliding down to your hips, fingers sinking in. He’s damp, smelling rain and grease and your eyes are fluttering open, pushing yourself up from the sturdy couch you’d fallen asleep on in his lair - waiting for him.

“Want you.” Bruce’s voice is low, and he’s inhaling your scent, pressing himself into you, leaving grime smeared across bare legs that you’ll wash off together later.

He fits between your knees as they spread; shoving himself forward until his chest is crushing against yours - your hands winding around his shoulder, fingers twisting in the heavy fabric of his cape.

“Want, or need?” You ask, before you bring your mouth to his, swallowing his low groan at your question.

He’s pliant beneath you, moving with you when you push into him, lips parting when your tongue brushes over the seam. Letting you peel the cowl from his head, damp strands of hair falling across his forehead, brushing the kohl smeared around his eyes.

Sighing when you finally taste him, fingers flexing as they run over the soft skin of your bare thighs, before slowly moving upward.

Eventually pulling away with half-lidded eyes to answer, “Both. Please.”

Fingers hook around the edges of your panties, and you hips lift enough for him to slowly pull them down your legs, his eyes tracking every movement.

Your thighs fall open for him, the long edge of your sleeping shirt pooling around your hips, obscuring the soft space between them from view.

His touch is soft, reverent - shucking his gloves before he grasps the hem, pushing it up around your hips. Never bothering to hide just what he’s looking at, those shadowed eyes staring at the wet shine of your pussy, your thighs shifting wider under his gaze.

“Can I?” Bruce’s voice is a low rasp, and although he’s waiting there’s already a curve to his shoulders, as if he’s coiled to spring.

Only looking away and into your eyes when he hears the teasing lilt in your voice, “Can you what?”

Parted lips close, his jaw ticking as his teeth clench, as he swallows hard.

“Can I taste you?” His voice is ragged and it makes you clench, pulling a low noise from him as he watches where you flutter.

“Yes.”

The word, short as it is, is barely passing through your lips before his mouth is on you, licking a fat stripe from your entrance to clit. A jolt runs through you, your back sinking back against the curve of the couch, your legs spreading wider as he shoulders between them.

His broad hands fit under your thighs, fingers sinking into soft flesh as his tongue pushes against you, dipping inside to taste where you’re soaking for him.

Your fingers reach for him, carding through the long strands of his hair, tugging on them until he moans. Urging his mouth up until he’s lapping at your clit, and you’re sighing with a soft, “Right there.”

You hold him here but you don’t need to, his head fixed in place as his eyes close, dark eyelashes fanning across the shadows of his cheeks as he concentrates. As the pressure, low in your stomach builds, each flick of his tongue sending you higher and higher.

And then one of his hands leaves you, moving to press a palm against the front of his suit - his hips shifting into his touch, needing to relieve a bit of the pressure.

“You need something, baby?” You ask sweetly, and his eyes open, a stormy blue that steals your breath, his breath panting into the wet slick of your cunt, “Are you hard and aching for me already?”

And you can see the curve of him, straining against the fabric, and you shift - your back arching, shifting forward to nudge his hand out of the way, cupping and squeezing him yourself.

Your lips pull in a sweet smile as you sigh, teasing, “Oh, just look at you. You are needy, aren’t you.”

His answering glance is heavy, a flash of blue eyes under those dark brows, but through the fabric you can’t feel the way it makes him throb, as he shifts between your legs. It was maddening how the words seem to spring so easily to your lips. The way they always shot straight down to his cock.

His chin tilts up, eyes heavy, a line of spit clinging from his lips to your clit, just long enough to grate out a low, “Yes.”

And his hips are flexing into your hand, grinding himself against your palm, his breath harsh as he moves to taste you again.

“So good to me,” You moan, wanting to watch, want to see just how far he’s gone, “It’s okay, you can touch yourself. I want you to.”

His groan is low, grateful - yanking at the zipper with a hand as you lean back again, drawing out his flushed, heavy cock, his hand wrapping around and squeezing.

Bruce shudders against you as his hand pumps, traveling the length of him, his hips flexing into the grip. Thumb swiping over the drop already beading at the tip, using it to stroke faster, harder.

Watching, you can’t help but add in a stipulation, “But you can’t come until I do, okay?”

His tongue peeks out to slide across his lower lip, his answer a low, obedient rasp, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

The jerk of his fist is rough, and he all but groans into you - working you up again, his lips sealing around your clit as he sucks. The world seems to grow dim, you can feel your heart pulsing between your thighs as you watch, the wet glint of his lips, a pink flash of tongue.

His other arm moves, his forearm pushing beneath your thigh to the elbow, palm curling around so he can haul you forward - tugging you to the edge, the movement making you gasp.

Holding you sealed against his mouth, until your breath is coming in short pants, hips rocking to meet the sharp flick of his tongue. His own breathing is ragged, the twist of his fist, the flash of his flushed cock between his fingers slowing, stuttering as he tries to hold himself back.

But the pleasure low in your stomach is swirling and then you’re there, tumbling over the abyss with him - his name a loud cry on your lips. The tightness within you coiling until it snaps, until you’re trembling against his mouth as you clench down around nothing.

He groans into you, tongue dipping down to taste your release, leaving you smeared across his chin as he pulls back - his teeth gritting as he followed, spilling with a low groan across the floor, painting it with white stripes.

Collapsing against the curve of your thigh, until your breaths grow steady - until you can reach for him, tilting his head back so your lips can brush his.

“Better?”

Your words are soft as you carefully clean up, before pulling him into the shower - soft hands lathering the filth of the city from his skin.

He leans into your touch then, finally letting out a heavy sigh that’s been trapped deep in his chest all night.

“Yes.”

#the batman x reader #Batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x you #Bruce Wayne x f!reader #the batman #battison

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nohoney · 3 years

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family man shouto with his lil family on a holiday break.

he has twin boys with you, just having reached the age of five and you thought it would the nice to have a holiday to celebrate their birthday. shouto agrees and he takes a week off, waiting in anticipation until finally it’s that last patrol before his awaited vacation, thinking of his children and you and wonders what you all will do together he left all the details to you

you travel to a little country side town while it’s the snowing season, a getaway from the hustle and bustle from the city that shouto is usually used to. you make a reservation for an onsen ryokan, taking into account your husband’s taste for traditional japanese style which your kids have also taken a liking too as well. the boys are full of excitement, they’ve never been so far from home before and they’ve only gone to an onsen in the city so they’re definitely bouncing on the walls at first until papa shouto calls their names and kneels down for them to gather to, quietly telling them to have fun but to also be respectful.

you tour the town with your boys, you and shouto each holding a hand of the twins, looking at antique shops and playing in the snow. shouto keeps a very low profile, it’s supposed to be his vacation and while he doesn’t mind interaction from fans, he’s there to be just with his family and he’s very grateful that the ryokan you chose is helping maintain their privacy. one of the things you’re grateful for is that you don’t have to worry about any of the cooking, you and your family are catered to delicious food; don’t get it wrong, you love cooking for the boys but it’s nice that you get this break.

“papa are you making the snow?” one of the twins asks.

“no, papa doesn’t make snow. he makes ice on his right side.” shouto answers while his kids sit in his lap and they stare out the window together and watch the snow fall gently.

“how is snow made?” the other twin asks, both of them looking curiously at him and waiting for an answer because papa shouto is so strong and smart.

shouto doesn’t have an answer so you take care of answering the boy’s question for them.

you all sit together at the kotatsu table, hot tea for you and shouto while the boys drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. they keep on asking for more marshmallows cuz they love it so much but you tell them too much isn’t good for them. but when you leave to go to the bathroom, shouto adds more to both their cups cuz he honestly just can’t resist spoiling them. “just a little bit okay, finish it up before mama comes back.”

“thank you papa!”

one of the twins is more acclimated to the cold than the other, so shouto wraps a thick scarf around the more cold sensitive twin while you button up the winter coat for your other twin boy and adjust his little snow cap. shouto thinks it’s funny in a way that part of his purpose for being born was to have two quirks to balance each other out and now here he is with his kids, his quirks split apart in his twin boys. he presses the palm of his left hand onto the more cold sensitive twin’s forehead, warming him up just a bit when he approaches papa shouto shivering a little, the other twin that likes the cold following behind to make sure his brother is feeling well.

and you’re watching your husband and boys from afar, a happy smile on your face as you sip warm tea and thinking when should be the right moment to tell your family the good news...

the twins are just put down for a nap and sleeping side by side, their naps are long enough to warrant you and shouto some alone time.

he likes the warmth of your mouth, loves to hear the soft gags of your throat as he fucks your face but he also hopes that the sound of the shower spray covers up the noises the two of you make together. the two of you have been so busy in the recent days that you’re either too tired for sex or you only manage to squeeze in a quickie. so it’s finally nice to have some alone time where you can focus on one another. “you are so beautiful...”

you released his heavy cock with a wet pop, a little sigh escaping your lips as you gaze up at your husband’s hard cock. it was nice to take time to suck him off instead of the quick blowjobs just to get him wet enough before he thrusted his cock into you for another rushed quickie. you grasped his cock, spitting on his length and stroking him to spread the wetness, appreciating his groans. it’s been a while since you could take your time but even so, you don’t want to take too long and your boys wake up alone without their mama and papa. “need you inside shouto...”

“of course darling.” shouto helps you to your feet, has you brace the wall, pressed flush with your back against his chest, and he can’t help but think that’s it’s been a while that he’s been close to you like this. just holding you, really taking you in and just focusing on his wife. “set the pace.”

“be gentle.”

and so he is, gently pushing himself into your tight entrance and just staying inside you for a moment. he loves the warmth of your pussy around his cock, it feels like home, feels like he’s complete inside you, really reminds him how much you mean to him in this moment. he loves how warm and soft you are around him, loves to look down and see his cock pull out until only the tip remains before he pushes back in. and it’s beautiful, fucking beautiful when you arch your back for him and look back to give him that lovesick look, pushing back against him and telling him to go a little harder.

“sh-shouto...!” you choke out when he presses you flush against the wall, the cool tile making your nipples perk up as he fucks a little harder into you. you gush on his cock when he brings a hand to your throat, carefully pressing the pads of his fingers on the sides and he bites down on your shoulder. he’s trying to keep his noises in too, but now you’re struggling to keep your noises in. so he muffles you by pressing the palm of his hand over your mouth and hisses for you to keep quiet. little mewls and sobbed out moans don’t dare echo outside the washroom, but his hips smacking into yours reverberate and bounce around the tiles. you practically almost drop to the floor when shouto reaches down to play with your clit but he’s strong, he won’t let you lose form and he tells you how close he is.

“gonna cum... wanna cum...”

with sharp, jerky nods of your head, his hand still muffled your mouth but he hears you clearly. “cum in me please!”

you cum together with him, wetting his cock with your fluids as he cums inside. he slaps your clit, enjoys how you clench around him one last time before he releases you and let’s you catch your breath.

and you rest together in the bath after having washed up one last time under the shower, you resting with shouto behind you and legs stretched out comfortably. “how would you feel about our family getting a little bit bigger shouto?”

“would you like to start trying? i think another baby would be wonderful...” shouto says it so dreamily that you wonder if he even knows how happy he sounded saying that.

“well actually...”

you take his hands that were resting on his knees, carefully twining your fingers in the spaces between his and put them over your lower tummy. it takes a few seconds for shouto to process it, his eyes go wide for just a second and he asks, “really?”

you look back at him with a confirming nod, pressing your lips to his and told him you confirmed your little bun in the oven just a few weeks ago and was waiting to tell him. and he’s happy, so happy to have another little one, you let him be the one to break the news to the twins and they gather around you to ask how a baby is made, to which shouto lets you handle those kinds of questions again.

day five is spent returning back to the city but shouto swears that he has two more days left of his vacation. you send the twins to go stay with aunt fuyumi for the next day, make them promise not to say anything about them becoming big brothers and give them a little bribe to ensure they don’t spill the beans.

you adored your little getaway with your family, but you jump at the chance of an empty house and having shouto all to yourself. he’s still on holiday and you want him to indulge as much as he can before he returns to his hero work.

#todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #bnha x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki fluff

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non-binaryzombie · 3 years

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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔨

Summary: Jake is a little bit obsessed with you, he needs to know more about you, going beyond what you show on the internet, but his biggest problem now is making you understand that he owns you, and that no one is taking you away from him.

Characters: Jake x reader (a little bit of Darkness too cuz, you know that I love him)

Warnings: Yandere Jake, stalking, possessiveness, lovesick, obsession, not exactly a happy ending, angst, language, use of straw (sorry turtles)

Word count: 2672

A/N: Here it is! I hope you don't hate me for it, I changed the name to fit more with the story, but the context is the same :)

(Most of my pics/gifs come from Pinterest, if I use a photo that belongs to you and you don't like it, please contact me and we'll take care of it)

Fascinating, that's the word Jake would use to describe you if he had to, he could spend hours trying to decipher you, trying to understand how are you able to like him without even seeing his face, without even knowing who he really was? You just know what he allows you to, but you've never been nosy, if you ask something to him and he says that he can't tell you, you just put it aside, not wanting to bother; and that's one of the things he most admires in you, the fact that you're so curious and yet, when he doesn't want to tell you something, you just try to let it go, making a mental note about the things you shouldn't ask, at least not over the phone.

Ever since you helped Jake to find Hannah, he've been more and more interested in you, how did you manage to help him to find his half-sister, and at the same time made him fall in love with you? Something he never thought would happen, suddenly from a time to another, he saw himself in love with someone who he thought be just someone that would help him to find his sister, just a means to an end.

But now, here he is, watching you from the window of the café you're in, he knows that he shouldn't, what would you think if you found out that he've been following you? He is pretty sure that 'happiness' would not be the right feeling, but he had no choice, he wanted- no, he needed to know more about you, and this time the internet wouldn't help him, for some reason you're really reserved, unlikely the most people at your age, you have social medias, of course but you rarely post something about yourself at them, the most interesting thing that the hacker could find about you was your school records and not surprisingly your track record is perfect, you never got bad grades, you never got into trouble, you are simply flawless. It makes him question, it's impossible for someone to be so perfect, you're sweet, kind, innocent and you always want the best for everyone no matter how bad someone has done you; you always forgive them. But you have flaws, everyone has, and that's what he's trying to find out, what are you hiding from everyone? And how are you so good at hiding it?

His blue eyes getting darker when he sees you hugging a man, who is he? And why do you look so happy to see him? You two talk a little before sitting down in one of the tables close to the window, the waitress soon come and both of you place your orders. The black-hair boy on the outside quickly grab his phone, sending you a message, just a 'Hi Y/N :)' waiting to see if you're going to answer him, he sees you pick up the phone and look at it for a few seconds before putting it back in your your pocket, did you just ignore his message? Okay, now he has no other choice then go inside.

And there he goes, entering the place and thankfully he could seat somewhere that you couldn't see you, but he could listen to everything, pretending to be doing something important on the phone. He orders a black coffee, nothing more. Soon you and the tall man started to talk while he paid attention to every single word.

"I am glad that we were able to meet, Y/N" he says with a grin on his face

"Wow, you really talk like this even in person, I thought that it was just you way to text" a giggle escaped your lips

"What do you mean?" he tilted his head

"You just, talk like you are in a really important dinner with the queen" you say resting your cheek against your hand while looking at him

"I think I never stopped to notice the way I speak, is this a nuisance for you?" he asked and you quickly shacked your hands

"Oh, no! That's not what I meant, I happen to like it, actually" he looked relieved

"You are really observant aren't you?" you smiled

"You'd be surprised how many times I've heard this" the girl came back with your orders and you thanked her with a gentle smile

"So, I haven't seen you in the forum lately" he took a sip of his latte

"Of course you've noticed" you giggle playing with your milkshake straw "I should have predicted" he let out a light laugh through his nose

"Is there a especial reason for that?"

"Well if I am being honest, lately I have been too tired to even scroll through the forum" you looked down playing with your fingers on the table

"It’s okay, you don't have to talk if you don't want to" he said putting his hand next to yours

"No, it’s just-" a sight left your mouth "Do you ever feel that everything around you is slowly becoming tiresome? How if the slightest effort to follow your routine makes you tired?" he nodded, you are not sure if he really understands you, or if he is just trying to make you feel better, but you continue "But for a few seconds, something makes you step out of your comfort zone, makes you hope again, but then it ends and everything becomes monotonous and boring again" you didn't even realized that your fingers are now entwined with his, you feel your face turn red and quickly let go of his hand "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you" the hand that was holding his is now between your legs pressed against the soft upholstery of the seat you are on, and the other on the straw of your milkshake bringing it to your mouth.

"You don't have to apologize, Y/N, it’s okay you know that you can trust me" he said straightening his posture

"Yeah, I know, Dark, and I thank you for that, but I don't really want to bother you with this, we're here to have a good time" you smiled, and he nodded

"Let's chance the topic then. How about the guy you told me about? Are you two a couple?" you felt your face turn red again

"Jake? Well, not exactly, it's complicated" 'Not exactly? Of course, we are a couple' the hacker thought with himself

"Complicated?" Darkness asked encouraged you to continue

"Hum, none of us really made a official dating request, y'know?" Jake never thought about it that way, he really has to put a ring in your finger for you to know that you are his?

"But you like him, don't you?" he looked straight into your eyes, like he was trying to guess what was happening in your head

"Yeah, we haven't said 'I love you' yet, but, I really like him, and I think that he likes me too, it's just..." you paused lettings out a sigh "He is not really good at showing how he feels, he is not good at talking at all" you giggle

"Then why don't you take the first step?" he asked confused

"I'm afraid of being rejected." the man sitting in front of you looked surprised, so did the one sitting behind you

"Why would he reject you? You are amazing, anyone would be lucky to have you." a shy smile appears on your lips

"I just, don't think he has time for a relationship, he's constantly busy and moving, because of work" you completed

"Well, this is really a misfortune, but you know I'll always be here for you, don't you?" he said picking your hand

"Yes, I know, and I can say the same to you" he gave you a smirk "Why are your hands so big?" he laughed

"You really know how to change the subject very quickly don't you?" you smiled at him.

The man sitting in the table behind you got up putting the money on the table and got out of the café as fast as he entered, what made him bump into someone that he quickly ignored making his way back to the motel he was staying at, he was angry, how dare this random guy even touch you? Say that he's going to be there for you, you don't need anyone else, you have him, you may don't know it, but you are his, he always makes time to talk to you, and now you say that it’s not enough? You even dare to consider that he's going to reject you? What more he needs to do for you to be sure that he wants a relationship with you? When he finally arrived at his room, he slammed the door shut, sitting in front of the computer, trying to calm down, breathing heavy. He knows exactly what he must do for you to know that you belong to him.

You threw yourself on the bed, with a smile on your face, the day with Darkness was better than you expected, he is not all serious personally, or you just have the ability of making him less keyed up, your phone buzzed on your pocket and you grab it quickly not so surprising it was Jessy 'Hey, how was your little date?' you giggled after answering her 'Not a date Jessy, but it was really good to be honest' Jessy was incredibly supportive when you said you were going to meet your forum-friend 'I'll want to hear everything about it tomorrow' ' Don't worry, I'll tell you everything'. Soon you remembered that Jake texted you early and dialed his number wondering whether or not to call him, you bite your bottom lip before working up your courage, clicking the green button and bringing the cell phone to your ear, settling down on the bed, you start to wonder if this is a good idea right away thinking about just hanging up and pretending it was an accident, but as soon as the call is answered you feel your body tense up.

"Hum, hi" you say shyly "Sorry I haven't texted you earlier, I was kinda busy"

"It's okay" his deep voice make your whole-body shiver "How are you?" he asked

"I'm good, how about you?" why do you feel so awkward?

"Good" he says and keeps silent 'god, why is it so hard?' you thought while trying to think something to say

"I-" you are interrupted by his voice

"What were you doing?" he asked, and you frowned your eyebrows

"What?"

"You said you were busy, what with?" you blinked a few time before answering him

"I went out with a friend" you said and heard a 'hum' coming from him on the other side of the phone "Are you mad?" you asked apprehensively

"Why would I be?" his voice makes you feel butterflies in your stomach

"I don't know, we haven't talked the whole day, and you seem, rough" he sighed

"It wasn't my intention, I’m sorry"

"Don't worry" you heard someone knock at the door

“Oh, wait a minute there’s someone at the door” you said getting up, and walking towards the noise opening it, just to see a black hair boy standing there, with his phone on his ear

"okay" he said before giving you a little smile, your eyes widened and you felt your body freeze

"Jake?" you ask and he nods, that's all that he needs to do to see you quickly hug him tight, he looked a little surprised but then he just wrap his arms around you, feeling the good smell of your hair, you two stayed there for a while hugging in the doorway.

When you finally looked up at him your eyes were full of teas, happiness tears, but that didn't stop Jake of push the tears away

"What are you doing here? I thought you were with Lilly" you said pulling him inside and closing the door

"I've come to see you" he said looking at you

"You could have warned me, you know, I would have at least organized this a little bit" you say scratching the back of your neck shyly

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" he says putting his backpack on the sofa "And it's not that messy at all" you two sat on the bed, your face is so red it looks like you're going to explode

"I have something for you" he says taking a little box of his pocket, opening it and revealing two rings your eyes widen and you quickly look up at him

"Are you serious?" you ask and he nods

"So, what do you say?" he smiles

"Jake, I-I don't know..." his smile disappeared and he looked at you confused

"What?" that's what you wanted a ring, an official request, wasn't it? Then why are you rejecting him?

"It's just- I like you, I really do!" you say as you see his reaction

"Then why don't you want to be with me?" he looks sad

"That's not what I said, I mean, you're wanted Jake, by FBI and by another hackers, I know that there's a lot of things that you don't tell me, I know that you're just trying to protect me but, I can't keep in the dark just trusting that you are doing the right thing" no, he's not sad, he's angry, he closed the box tightly, making you flinch

"Okay, look I don't need a fucking ring to prove that we are together, I just bought it because that's what you wanted, you are mine, and I don't care who the fuck is coming after me, I won't let anyone be on our way, you don't have to worry about it" you blinked a few times trying to process what he just said, he sighed putting his hand on your cheek "I love you, Y/N" he smiled again

"I'm not a pet, Jake, you don't own me" you took his hand off

"I think you should leave now" you said looking away

"I won't leave you" he said firmly

"Are you even listening to yourself?!" you said getting up "This is not love, Jake" he got up standing in front of you, the difference between your highs makes you feel intimidated

"I am lovesick, Y/N, can you blame me?" he says getting closer making you step back "I can't stop thinking about you everything that you say or do makes me love you more, I want you, I need you, why can't you understand that?" you now see yourself trapped between him and the wall behind you

"You're not lovesick, you're just sick, you are fucking obsessed! I would never be with someone who acts the way you're acting right now" instant regret

"If I can't have you, no one can, and I'll make sure of that, my love" he muttered taking his cell phone out of his pocket and showing it to you, your eyes widened

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let him go!" Darkness was tied to a chair with a cloth over his mouth, he didn't look hurt

"I'll let him go, when you accept to stay with me, otherwise, I'll kill him." you can feel the tears wetting your face

"You sick motherfucker" he pretended to be hurt

"You better choose your words better Y/N, I can kill him in just a snap" you looked at the picture again

"Fine, just let him go" he grinned as he put his cell phone away, he took the rings again and offered them to you, you looked at him before picking the ring and put it on your finger, he did the same

"You won't regret it, my love" he says pulling you closer and kissing you 'I already did' you thought with yourself.

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Helloooooo! I love your writing and was looking forward to the request being opened again🥺 I'm feeling so excited right now!

Hmm, may i ask for a nsfw scenario with ichiji where he says "my face is your throne, come sit on it"?

Have a good day 💗

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! I love writing for Ichiji and I hope you like it! I'm not entirely sure what readers and Ichiji's relationship exactly is but I'd say it's pretty close to being in an actual relationship lol Reader is not royal (and maybe is/has been a servant?) and Ichiji just sticks to to her every chance he gets. I hope you're not mad at me but I changed your quote cause it just fit so perfectly but I can change it if you want! Just send me a message and tell me!! Anyway, please enjoy!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, oral, light slapping, name calling, King x Queen (servant lol)

Pairing: Ichiji x female reader

Word count: 2.4k

With an amused look he watched you order the cooks around, wanting everything to be perfect for the big day. He’d usually never even dream of lowering himself to coming down here but the whispering of the servants left him curious and he was surprised to actually see you invest so much time and effort into something so trivial and stupid like a birthday – of all the things you could’ve chosen to invest time in it was a birthday! He found it ridiculous.

“Instead of grinning so smugly you could help too!” you demanded, putting your hands on your hips. Ichiji raised an eyebrow in enjoyment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Help?” he asked, voice sounding cocky. “Nah, that’s peasant’s work. But I guess you feel right at home here, don’t you, Y/n?” He was testing you but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of getting flustered.

“And what if I do?” you retorted, crossing your arms as well, taking up the challenge. The man snickered, the grin not leaving his face. “Serf stays serf, amirite?” his voice dropped an octave, knowing he hit a nerve but not giving a shit at all. You grinded your teeth, breathed in and out of your nose deeply before putting on a fake smile.

“Guess so. Got a problem with it?” He knew he got you and one more word could push you over the edge but he weighed his options and came to the conclusion that you being in a bad mood was not worth the fun. “See you later then, Y/n. Don’t overexert yourself down here. Father’s party is about to start in an hour and I want you to take a shower before you show yourself. Just cuz you like hanging around the servants you don’t need to look like one.” And with that, he left.

You watched him leave; once he was gone, the anger hit you and you let out an angry screech. “Bastard!” you yelled after him before turning back to the cooks who were all standing there petrified at this encounter. Nobody dared to talk to him like that and live. Understandably, they had no idea how to behave.

“What are you looking at?! Get back to work!”

Judge’s birthday was as boring as you had expected – until the drinking came! You knew Ichiji and his siblings wouldn’t get drunk but all these high-profile people that had been invited sure as hell did. You weren’t particularly fond of the Vinsmoke leader but it was always good to be on his good side; especially since he was the one who let you stay here. Ichiji would kick you off this kingdom if his father told him to.

You were standing on the side line, a drink in your hand but still sober. After all, this was still your first and you never intended on getting drunk yourself. Niji and Yonji were drinking two other princes under the table, mocking them for being so weak. Barely dressed ladies kept serving alcohol, being subject to a lot of maybe wanted or unwanted attention, you didn’t know but either way they knew what they were getting into.

“This party is quite the success. You’re gonna stay to clean up after everyone, too, servant?” you heard Ichiji’s voice next to you and were surprised to see him lean casually against the wall, a mug of beer in his hand. “And if I did?” you questioned, turning your whole body towards him, getting closer and leaning your body against his, looking up at him suggestively. “Are you gonna punish me?”

Ichiji’s smirk grew wider, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently stroking it. “Depends….” He said, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “On what?” you whispered, putting his thumb between your lips, lightly sucking on the digit while never breaking eye contact.

“If you do a good job or not. Can’t have a sloppy maid now, can I?” he replied, enjoying the way your sucked in his finger with your mouth. “Guess you can’t. But I guess I’m more of a queen material anyway, right?” you started moving your head back and forth slowly, tasting the salt on his skin. “Queen material?” he chuckled, pulling his thumb out of your wet cave. “You’re not even close to being a princess. So what makes you think you can be a queen?” he smeared your saliva on your cheek, awaiting your response.

“Well…and the reason for that is that you’ve never actually taught me how to be a proper queen in the first place. So I’d say it’s actually your fault, isn’t it?” you bit your bottom lip, loving the way you two went back and forth until one of you won. Or landed in bed.

“Is that so? Then I guess I have to teach you.”

“I’m not expert but I think this is not how a queen behaves….” You said, looking up at Ichiji not overly excited about your position. You had your hands were folded on your naked lap, your bare breasts being on full display for him to look at. When you were thinking about him giving you “lessons” about being a queen, you had the slight hope he would actually let you command him around but you should’ve known better.

“Before you can be a queen, you need to learn how to listen to your king first, Y/n.” he said with a smug grin on his face, sitting in front of you on the bed, you between his spread legs like a good servant, not a queen. “Well, what does my king want?” you asked, looking up at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Your king wants you to please him, like the good little slut you usually are for him.” He purred. “And how does my king wish to be pleased?” you insisted, already knowing the answer. You saw a slight twitch in his pants to your words, getting hard by you being so submissive to him. Why haven’t you done this before? Master and slave, or if you wanted to insist king and “queen”, was really doing it for him. And you two haven’t even really started yet.

“Why don’t you start by opening my pants? You need to serve your king, remember? And undressing him is part of this.” He answered, watching how you got up with a small grin on your lips, starting to undress him completely. He had to get up for you to remove his pants but when you were done, you sat back down between your legs, looking up at him with big eyes.

You tried to ignore his member practically poking your face and instead focus on his face. “You may worship my body.” He allowed you with this condescending tone and shit eating grin but it turned you on. To be honest, this position had you even more excited than originally expected. His harsh eyes boring into you, devouring every inch of your naked body, leaving a hot prickle on your skin.

Your hands started moving up his calved, your face leaning in to kiss the skin of his legs up, over his knees and to his thighs. Your palms came up with your head, rubbing the sensitive skin on his inner thighs, seeing how he got light goosebumps at your touch. His member twitched a little, bobbing up and down in front of your face but you didn’t pay it attention just yet.

Your lips kissed his thighs, your teeth lightly scratching over the flesh before you moved further up to his hip bone, nibbling on it while your hands felt his abs, tracing each pack carefully, feeling how his muscles flexed underneath your touch. His dick brushed against your cheek when you started kissing his stomach as well, his pre-cum leaving a hot and wet mark on your skin.

Your pussy started to get wetter at the short contact, already anticipating the moment it could wrap around him and clench him until he was dry. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, wanted to give yourself some pleasure as well but, in order to be a good queen, you needed to put his needs above your own (for now at least).

Your lips moved down again, kissing the junction of his lower abdomen and dick, his member pressed flush against your cheek while you did. You moved one hand to the base of his dick, wrapping your fingers around him and letting your thumb circle the soft skin of his dick. You wanted to hear him sigh at this contact but you were left disappointed. He never gave you the satisfaction of letting you see how good you made him feel.

“May I kiss your dick, my king?” you asked, looking back up at him again, waiting for permission. His dick twitched once again at your words, the grin growing even wider if that was even possible. “You may.” He allowed, watching how you slowly kissed his member with little butterfly kisses up and down.

“It’s so perfect, my king.” You praised him. Another twitch. “I wonder what it tastes like.” Even though you knew what he tasted like you enjoyed how his dick twitched with each word, betraying his otherwise aloof behavior. He was a human being with a good sex drive, after all. His father apparently didn’t wipe out all of his emotions.

“You can give it a try.” He suggested. “Thank you.” Your mouth wrapped around the hot head, followed by a long and deep suck, eliciting a small grown from him. Finally, you thought satisfied. You let your tongue twirl around the tip, first slowly, then fast, then back to slowly. The pre-cum started coming out more frequently, being eagerly licked up by your tongue and swallowed.

“How eager you are to please your king. Maybe I can make a good queen out of you after all. But first, you need to put in a little more effort. I think you can fit more of me into your mouth, can’t you?” he asked. As a response, you started taking him in deeper and deeper, feeling how his big member filled your mouth to the brim before taking him down your throat, swallowing him to the base. Now it was your turn to grown at this feeling, the vibration stimulating him in return. “That’s right, Y/n. Just like that.” He praised, voice sounding a little strained.

You let his dick glide out your mouth again, sucking on his tip before taking him in deep into your mouth once more, this time only until his tip brushed against the back of your throat. With that, you started to bob your head forth and back in a steady pace, your hands moving in tandem with your mouth, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

You twisted your hand, varying the pressure of your hand around his shaft; your second hand came up to his balls, fondling them in your palm or squeezing lightly. You put in all your effort into pleasing him while your own arousal was dripping to the floor by now. Every time you took him in, tasted his pre-cum, made him twitch your core send up electric impulses through your body, begging to be pleased as well.

“Do you like my dick?” your heard him ask. A quick look up at his face told him you certainly did, hallowing your cheeks to suck at him again before bobbing your head repeatedly.

When you let him slip out of your mouth, you didn’t give him time to complain or reprimand you; you took your breasts and put them around his dick, starting to move them up and down, your eyes finding his anew. “Do you like this, my king?” you asked innocently, wiggling your breasts between your hands, creating a sight he simply couldn’t resist.

“I would be a fool if I didn’t.” he replied, watching how your tits moved around his dick. You lowered your head, letting your tongue flicker over the mushroom head every time it appeared, licking up his arousal once more. Your fingers started twisting your nipples, finally giving you some pleasure even though it was not the desired spot.

“Damn, Y/n. Pleasuring yourself? I thought I’ve told your that you should put my needs above your own…” he scolded you in amusement, loving the sight of your twisting your nipples while you gave him a tit job.

“I’ve been thinking….my job as your queen is to serve you but….what’s the king’s obligation towards his queen?” you asked, continuously moving around him. Ichiji huffed, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“If you have time to think and ask silly questions while your entire focus should be on pleasing me then I guess I was a little hasty in praising you.” He whispered in a deep tone, this bass resonating in your own body.

You bit your lip at his words but didn’t stop your movements; your fingers pinched your nipples hard, making you pant in response. “Maybe that’s because I need your help, my king.” You whispered back, rubbing your thighs together. “I’ve been dripping ever since I started to touch you, my king. Your body has just this effect on me…” you praised him, thinking it will increase your chances of him finally giving you pleasure as well.

Ichiji chuckled at your words and let go of your chin, instead tracing your cheek with his finger. “Is that so?” he asked curiously. “Of course, my king. I’m craving your body.” You kept going, looking him deep into his eyes. “Pathetic.” He purred, making you stop dead in your tracks at his words. What?

“You want to be a queen yet you act like the servant you’ve always been and always will be.” He grabbed your hair and pulled you on your feet, pulling your face close to his.

“But you-“

“- said I would teach you how to be a queen? I did. But the moment I told you to undress and get on your knees you should’ve fought back. Cuz that’s what queens do….”

“You damn bastard, you set me up!”

“I did. But I can’t say I didn’t like what you did. So, as the graceful and just king that I am, I’m gonna make you an offer.” His hand let go of your hair and instead pulled you onto his lab by your hips.

“Since you wanna be a queen so badly, why don’t you sit your dripping pussy down on my face? Cuz that’s the only throne you’ll be sitting on tonight.”

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astheroid · 3 years

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hi hi could i please request any sort of hurt/comfort with oikawa?? maybe reader and oikawa fight and then makeup idk lol :) can be a one shot or bullet points, whichever one ur feeling :3 thank you!!

“I’m sorry.”

⚠️Yelling, angst to fluff

You sighed, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows. “Tooru, you need to go home. It’s not safe to practice for this long.”

He turned around, eyes brimming with an emotion you didn’t quite recognize. “I don’t need you to tell me what’s safe, Y/N. I’m not some child you need to take care of.”

“I know that, but we’re getting worried about you, baby. It was Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa that asked me to come pick you up.”

“They don’t get it,” he spat, “none of you get it!”

“Get wha-”

“Get that I’m not talented like everyone else! You guys can’t understand that I NEED to work this hard. I’ll be leagues behind everyone else if I don’t!” He was shouting now, his volleyball discarded.

“Tooru, please calm down.” You said, reaching for his arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” He snarled, slapping your hand away.

You were starting to get annoyed now, your patience wearing thin.

“We’re just trying to help. There’s no reason for you to be so pissy.”

He scoffed. “If this is your version of help, I sure as hell don’t need it. Now leave me alone, I need to practice my serves.”

That stung. You knew he probably didn’t mean it, but your eyes were starting to water and your hands clenched at your sides.

“Fine. If you don’t need my help, then I’m leaving. Find one of your fangirls to encourage your unhealthy habits, because I’m not going to.” You hissed as you exited the gym.

You regretted your words as soon as your face hit the crisp night air. Even though he had said some hurtful things, you shouldn’t have said them back. On the way home, you pulled out your phone to send him a quick text.

-Sorry

-Get home soon, ok? Stay safe <3

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Arriving at your house, you unlocked the door and jumped onto your bed, falling asleep with your clothes still on.

School was quickly becoming awkward. Oikawa was avoiding you. He chose to sit with his volleyball team instead of his usual spot and pretended not to hear you when you talked to him. Frustrated and guilty, you decided to leave him alone.

When you returned home that day, all you could think about was how much you wanted to make it up to him.

You decided to buy some snacks and visit him, hoping he wouldn’t turn you away at his doorstep. You practiced what you would say the whole way there.

He opened the door to your hopeful expression.

“Tooru! Here, I-” He shut the door in your face. Your stomach dropped. As you slid down to sit next to his door, all you could think about was him hating you.

It was about fifteen minutes before his front door cracked open again, but you didn’t notice until you heard a soft gasp. Oikawa had poked his head out and was now staring at your crumpled form, arms hugging your knees.

“Y/N?” He asked hesitantly, “Are you okay?” Your head shot up.

“Tooru.” You breathed.

His smile was shaky. “You didn’t answer my question, silly.”

“I don’t know.”

Let’s go inside and talk about it, ok?” Oikawa said, opening the door fully.

You sat on his bed in silence as he played with his fingers.

After a little while, he cleared his throat.

“So… um. I’m sorry.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry, ‘Ru.” You said softly. “I didn’t mean it. I should’ve stayed and tried to help.”

He turned his head away from you, not offering a reply. You assumed he was mad until you heard quiet sniffles.

“‘Ru?”

“‘M sorry.”

You quietly put your arms around him. “What’s wrong, baby?” This time he turned around and buried his tear-filled face in your chest.

“I’m so sorry. I tho- I thought you were going to break up with me, so I av- avoided you so you couldn’t.” He choked out. “An’ now I feel terrible cuz you were just trying to apologize.” You could feel wet spots forming in the fabric of your shirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“It’s ok, Tooru. I’m not gonna break up with you.” You said, rubbing his back soothingly.

He pulled his head up and gave you a watery smile. “Good, because I don’t think my mom wants more flowers.”

“What?”

He stood up and grabbed a small vase filled with your favorite flowers. “I was going to give you these and say sorry, but I chickened out when I saw you.” He said, still wiping away his tears. You smiled widely. “That being said, I, Tooru Oikawa, humbly apologize for being incredibly rude to my wonderful, kind S/O.” He joked, getting down on one knee and presenting the flowers to you.

“Aw, thank you.”

“Seriously though,” He admitted, “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Or hit you. Or told you to go away. I’ll listen next time, alright?”

You nodded. “Apology accepted, Trashykawa.”

“HEY!” He yelled, pulling you down onto his bed with a giggle.

“I’m just kidding,” You laughed against his shoulder. “I mean Prettykawa.”

“That’s better.” Oikawa crowed. “Y’know what I think would be best, though?”

“Hm?”

“Calling you Prettykawa, cuz that’s gonna be your name in a few years.”

“Cheeky bastard.” You muttered, but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from growing warm.

“It’s true, Y/N. You’re just too prideful to admit you love me.” He teased, raising his eyebrows.

“Nah, I’d tell you I love you anyday.”

“Say it now?”

“I love you, Tooru.”

“That’s better.” He said, and you pushed your face deeper into his chest. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head before whispering “I love you too, Y/N.”

You fell asleep wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms. You could talk about the argument more another day, but for now it was going to be alright.

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hii why r u not ok w being put on tiktok? im not being rude i swear im curious bcuz lots of other writers have said that too!

hi sweetie! tysm for your ask and I'll answer it under the read more cut cuz i have the sensation that the answer will be a little long !

p.s: everything I'll be saying here will have the indicator of /nm automatically so, please, don't think i was trying to be rude!

to be honest, there are several problems in getting promoted (?, if you can call it by this) in titkok and ill list (some of) them here and also explain them so there are no more questions for you (but if there are, don't hesitate to send me another ask!)

1. tiktok has a very large range of viewers being underage, especially those between the ages of 12 and 17, and therefore these children/teenagers may have access to content not suitable for their age, to say the least, since a good part of the writers (but not all, obviously) interact and produce Dark Content, in addition to the eventual sexual/ns.fw content.

2. Most people who come from tiktok to read tumblr stories, even if they are of age, still don't put their age in the bio (and this gives content creators a huge job of having to keep checking for age from account to account) or on the pinned and usually when they follow the writers, they become ghost readers.

3. People (and in this case, 18+ too) coming from tiktok generally harass writers who write Dark Content even tho absolutely EVERY writer on the face of tumblr puts tags and/or warnings in some part of the fanfic and yet readers coming from tiktok prefer to either ignore it and end up reading something they don't like/have trauma or send hate in the ask with the anon mode.

4. Virtually ALL people who "promote" writers and/or stories on tumblr both fail to warn of possible triggers that should exist in the fanfic and also fail to ask permission (which is the basics of the basics to be done with a content creator) to promote the story.

and, well, these are the overall reasons, hope you could understand bby!

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hanafubukki · 3 years

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Thank you for asking my orevious ask! But,now im wondering about something else.Is Yuulis dead in the future ? Cuz the F!Boys r acting like they are to me

[In reference to this AU]

Hello! 😊🌸

You're welcome! I am glad that I was able to answer your question 👏👏👏 and you're more than welcome to ask anytime ☺️☺️

MC is not dead in the future. In fact, I headcanon that MC had the chance to go back home, but chose to stay. MC saw the trouble the boys, well men at this point, were going through and chose to stay to help them. I want to say that Malleus or maybe even Lilia with the help of some other powerful characters had found a way to send MC back. But MC used that magic to help their cause against the Great Force.

In fact, MC was the catalyst used to allow the F! boys to travel back in time. Between the past and the future, what was one commonality that they both had? It was MC. [This could also imply that some future TW characters had died as well] The Twisted Wonderland boys of the past and the Future have strong bonds with MC and that was why was MC was used as a way for the F! Characters to communicate with the past characters.

[My mind is now also thinking about what ifs, like what if it was another character used as a catalyst to go back in time? What if it was someone like Lilia or Malleus or maybe Leona or Deuce or Ace?? Can you imagine the potential Hurt/Comfort??? but I am rambling now lol]

In fact, initially, F! Characters can only communicate with MC. As time went on, MC was able to grow stronger and their magic was able to build. Which allows the F! characters to eventually take form and communicate outside of MC. MC was also able to use the powers of the F! Characters at one point as well.

I hope that made sense? If not, please let me know. Maybe I can explain it another way. ☺️☺️☺️

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gb-patch · 3 years

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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 1)

And we’re back with many more ask answers! Thank you for waiting.

Is lizzie/the main character tripping over a rock a random event in barbecue? or does it require certain choices? i picked the same choices in multiple different playthroughs but ended up with three different outcomes (1. nothing happens 2. liz trips 3. i trip)

Yep! It’s completely random. Just a little moment of life you don’t have control over, haha.

wait just double checking you stated that derek would be another romantic interest you can pursue in step 4 right??? im just asking cuz hes my fav character

oh wait and btw i was the one that asked the question about derek being in the step 4 just now, and will you have to pay extra for like a dlc or something bc i play the free version rn and i just wanted to check!!

Yeah, you will eventually be able to romance him, but unfortunately it is a paid DLC. Cove is the only love interest who’s entirely free-to-play. You can follow our social media for when we giveaways for a chance to win a key for it, though.

i know that y’all said the step 3 dlc and step 4 will be released early 2021, is there any update to that? for example, a rough amount of days/weeks until release? no pressure at all, i’m super excited!! <3

The Step 3 DLC will be about in maybe two-two and half months or so. Step 4, we’re not entirely sure. Maybe a few months after the Step 3. We don’t want to give set dates until we’re really close to the release since otherwise we wouldn’t be able to 100% guarantee them.

First off love the game. Second I'm a little confused on how the nsfw dlc is gonna work. Because based on some stuff you've said it sounds like a patreon only thing and others make me think it could be an itch/steam thing after the fact? Would you mind clarifying for me 😅. Also if it's a patreon only thing do you need to become one before it's released?

It’s not going to be on Steam/Itch. The actual game of Our Life is safe for teens with no adult content. Any 18+ stuff we’re releasing is separate bonus content. Right now the only for sure plan is having it available through Patreon. If there’s another hosting site that’s not Steam or Itch that’d be easier for people than Patreon we might consider uploading it there too, but nothing else is set.

If you want the bonus Moment you’d have to join once it’s already out or sometime after the release. Joining now would get you our current rewards, but wouldn’t get you future content that’s coming later.

this is probably an awkward question and i apologize, feel free not to answer, but i just wanted to address the elephant in the room....will step 4 acknowledge covid/2020 world events?? i kind of hope not bc i'd like to just exist in a fictional version of the world where things are happy in this quaint seaside town and the world isn't falling apart, but i'd understand if there are some references to it. just thought i'd ask so i can Prepare if that makes sense

Step 4 isn’t going to include Covid or even reference it. When we set Step 4 in that year we definitely didn’t know there’d be a global pandemic during it. It’s too late to move the timeframe earlier or later, but we’re not going to make Step 4 stressful for anyone because the real world became so much more stressful. The universe of Our Life will just be an even more idealized place than it was before.

hiiiii! i'm really sorry if this is a bother. i was just curious if cove has a canon setting for each step, like is it canon that he stays candid the whole game and is super sporty for instance and the rest are variations? thank you for your time!

None of those settings are canon. They’re all equally valid.

I love the game and Cove so much that I ended up spending most of the holidays playing it. Definitely worth it! Idk if you're taking suggestions/criticisms, but I chose the peach skin tone and seeing it written as "my peach skin" in the game broke immersion for me because I kept thinking it was referring to the fruit instead of my skin color. I think that skin color is most commonly referred to as "fair" but "peachy" or "rosy" would work too if you're looking for a different word

Thank you for sharing your experience. We’ll change it to “peachy” in the next update!

So I accidentally overwrote a save file with a different one, is there any way I can recover that save?

Sadly, there isn’t. Not unless you had a backup of the actual save file files in a separate location you can get. I’m really sorry. You can try using the skip feature to quickly speed through the game and get back to where you were though.

Do you try to maintain the color scheme for the clothing throughout the years in Our Life?

Yes, though in hindsight not as much as I wished I did, haha. It could’ve been a little more cohesive. It was a bit too broad in my opinion.

I noticed that Cliff mentions he wasn’t much older than Cove before finding out he was going to be a father when he finds MC in bed with Cove during Part 3 so doesn’t that Cliff and Kyra were teenage/young parents?

Yeah, Cliff was nineteen and Kyra was eighteen when Cove was born. They were just a couple of kids.

Does Cove have a favourite holiday?

It changes depending on the year. Around Step 1 he’s not a huge fan of a lot of holidays because he’s not together with his whole family for them. But once he’s older and Kyra comes around more, he starts appreciating major family holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas more than other holidays because he knows how it feels not to have that. Though summer vacation is of course his most favorite all the time, if that counts as a “holiday”.

I tried to join your patreon but I can’t seem to? The website keeps saying something went wrong and to try again.

I’m sorry you’re having trouble! I think contacting Patreon support would probably be the best option if the joining process itself is having issues.

How much is it to become a part of your Patreon? I don’t have a lot of money currently but would love to help you out more than just buying the games and dlcs.

Aw, I appreciate you wanting to support but the Patreon is really optional. You don’t need to push yourself to join if you don’t have extra funds for it. To still answer the question, the tiers are $1, $5, $10, $15, and $20 in USD. Each come with different perks.

I had this idea for a future daughter for the MC and Cove being named "Poppy", after the flowers on their hill~

That’s a really sweet idea! I’m sure Cove would be a fan.

So if you don't mind me asking, how do you get Cove to propose to you in Step 4 and not the other way around?

I’m afraid that’d be too big of a spoiler to give away before the epilogue’s release, at least in terms of specifics. Generally you’ll just have to be patient and try not to propose first, haha.

will we get to move in with cove in step 4 😮?? or is that a secret

You can be living together with Cove in Step 4! Though you wouldn’t get to see the place itself. That’s up to your imagination.

Is it bad that I'm completely in love with Cove's dad... What I gotta pay to romance Cliff 😭 (I don't mean as Jamie because that would be wack)

That’ll cost one million 20 twenty dollar bills, haha. I’m really glad you like him, though sadly we aren’t able to make a separate game where you can romance Cliff. I wish we had enough time to make tons of new scenes/extra stories in the Our Life world, but it just takes too long. Maybe people will make fanworks about it.

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We released a new FAQ! It answers common questions and we’ll keep adding more to it. Please check there before sending an ask. FAQ Also, if you prefer to just see the main posts without all the asks/reblogs, feel free to follow our side account instead: GB Patch Updates Blog

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the-drakeboys · 3 years

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What I Deserve

Summary: In the heated passion of a fight, Sam pushes you as far away from himself as he can muster; but it isn’t until you finally take the hint and leave him that he’s forced to face the real reason behind it all.

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader

Word Count: 2,236

Warnings: ANGST. Just… yeah, just some angst. And also freezing cold rain.

A/N: I am so, so, so SORRY for how long I’ve been gone. I miss you guys so much! I hope you’re all doing amazing and that this little oneshot can make up for some of the time I’ve been AWOL. Please send asks or messages and let me know how you’re doing! Link me to stories if anybody’s lookin’ for feedback, I’d love to get some reading in!!

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“What do you want from me?” he begged. “What do you want me to say? You want me to make sense of this to you, want me to put it together for you?” He stepped slowly forward, closing the distance between you. Your heart raced, your face flushed, anger filling every vein. “Why’s that my job, huh? Why’m I supposed to know, supposed to tell it to you?”

“Shut up, Sam,” you warned. Your hand out, stopping him at his chest. His feet still advancing. Yours retreating.

“And why can’t you figure it out for yourself? Why? Is it cuz you’re full of shit, is it cuz you’re not smart enough? Are you dumb or somethin’?”

“Shut your mouth,” you snapped, teeth clenching, body shaking.

“Are you blind, is there somethin’ wrong with you?” he pressed, his eyes never leaving yours, boring into you, breaking you, refusing to let up, refusing to back off, even as your back met the cool wooden front door of that musty motel room. “What is it, baby, what’s the matter with you? Why won’t you fucking get it?”

“I said, shut the fuck up!” With both hands pressing to his chest, you shoved at him, with all your strength, throwing him away from you, tearing the air between you apart.

He was breathless as he stumbled back, his eyes only leaving you long enough for him to catch himself at the wall with a hand to his side. Your eyes now the ones reaching into his soul and crushing it down until it struggled for air.

For once, he was speechless.

“Fine,” you spoke through the silent tears that’d slipped over your lips. “I get it now.”

You were out of the door before he could say a word; before enough time had passed that he could ever respond. But you didn’t miss it. That impossibly slight shift, the nearly invisible change in his eyes. For one split second, in a way only you could’ve seen, Sam was a boy again.

Lost, and left. Again.

This time, more his fault than ever before.

You raced from the building, your arms wrapped around your middle, your teeth clenched. The old security guard standing by the doors furrowed his brows and tilted his head at you. “You alright?” he asked in a thick, southern accent. You nodded your head, but said no words, disappearing through the doors as he watched you go, concern in his eyes.

You were in your car, the cold air wrapped around you and your breath fogging out in front of you. Your frigid fingers jammed into the AC buttons, turning the heat all the way up and fighting off the aching burn in your chest.

Your shitty windshield wipers barely swept the pouring rain away, they hardly worked at all. Your knuckles went white against the steering wheel as you drove through the parking lot, squinting through the rain and darkness.

You finally felt the wave crash inside of you... the tears rolling down your cheeks. Heavy, and endless, and hot against your skin.

And your feet slamming on the brakes.

He stood there. Right there, in front of you, in front of the car. His denim jacket soaked through, his hair sopping wet, his shoulders dropped and arms hung at his sides. You couldn’t see his face, but... you could feel his eyes on you.

You honked. “Move! Just move, you asshole!” you cried. “You want out so bad, you got it! Just go!”

Another honk. Another, and in the pouring rain, he didn’t move.

You stepped out of the car, standing at your door, one hand on the frame of it, “What the hell are you doing?!”

The headlights shone bright light over the features of his face. The anger was gone from him, and he just... looked at you. Like he wanted answers.

Like he wanted to know why.

Why.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” you broke, “You’re the one that wanted this.”

“I never wanted this.”

“Then what did you want, Sam?” Your fingers curled around the metal frame of your car door.

He couldn’t form a reply. His hand came up, shoving soaked hair out of his eyes. “Why are you here?”

The question was so empty, and so completely loaded, all at once. “What?” you asked. Confused, and enraged, and desperate.

“Why?”

You slammed the car door shut and stepped forward.

He backed up, just a step.

“What the hell kind of question is that? I’m here because you called me, I’m here because of you, and now—“

“—No.” He cut you off. “No... why... why are you here? Ever.”

You shook your head, out of words. His lips parted one more time.

“With me.”

Your heart sunk.

You wanted to punch him.

You wanted to scream at him, and hold him, and shake him by the shoulders until change fell from his pockets.

“Are you serious right now?”

His eyes fled from yours, finding the edges of the motel walls and doors and windows. Counting window panes.

“Just tell me why.”

You pushed then, pushed forward, inching ever closer to him, watching him look anywhere but at you, watching him refuse to face you. “I don’t know why,” you finally answered, fists shaking at your sides, “God help me, I have never known why. Why I put up with your stubbornness, with the way you disappear, with your guarded, untrusting bullshit like I haven’t earned every ounce of your trust by now with everything we’ve been through together. Who knows why I do this, why I let you have me when it’s convenient for you and push me away when it’s not. I don’t know why I’m in love with you, Sam! I have no fucking idea!”

Your voice had risen to a volume you’d never found before, and his head turned away from you, his eyes closing as he processed the words. Tried to summon the strength to just go.

“But—“ you started. He held his breath. “But I know I like it when you sing to me.” You reached up, pushing your own drenched bangs out of your eyes. “And I know that the world stops turning when we’re not together. And that no one makes me laugh like you do, no one has ever made me smile the way I do when I’m with y-you.” Your chin trembled now, and that bubble was back in your throat. You were in front of him, staring up at him, fighting for him to look you in the eyes. “I know that when you touch me, when you hold me, there’s nowhere else on this p-planet that I’d ever want to be.”

You reached out for him.

He backed up. “Don’t,” he whispered, his gaze glued to the ground. The rain still drizzled on you both, each of you shivering. Neither of you caring.

“Don’t what?” you demanded in disbelief, reaching out once again and watching as he nearly leapt back.

“Just don’t, I don’t deserve it!” he blurted. “I don’t deserve any of it!”

He stood there, those tattoos on his neck shining in the rain and the glow of your headlights, his hands shaking in the cold, or maybe with all of his emotion, you’d never really be sure.

“Sam—“

“No! I don’t get it! I don’t get it, I love you and I shouldn’t get to, I shouldn’t get to have you, I don’t know what I ever did, in my whole godforsaken life, to deserve you.” The way his chest rose and fell with fast, heavy breaths, the way he was struggling to put it all together. You were beside yourself. “The things I’ve done? The man I am? What does anyone want with a piece of shit ex-con with nothin’ to his name but a couple’a fancy coins?”

The metallic pitter-patter of rain on the hood of your car filled the broken silence as his question echoed all around you, the confused, angry, and shattered look on his face begging you to have an answer, or to finally just go. To leave him like he deserved to be left.

You shook your head.

He spoke up, afraid of what you were going to say. “You’re too good for me, y/n. Always have been… always will be. And I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. I never meant to make you feel like it was… like I was throwin’ you away. I just, uhh… I loved you and that’s the scariest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever fe--”

Your fingers grabbed him by the thick collar of his winter jean jacket and pulled him into you, not giving him any more time for any more words, colliding your lips with his as warm tears mingled with the raindrops on your cheeks. He was stiff, as if scared to fall into you again, but you didn’t let him go, moving your lips against his and desperately trying to help him understand just how much you really needed him. Wanting him to know that loving him was no mistake, that you were here to stay, that he would never have to fear watching you go.

Sam’s heart finally began to beat again, albeit slowly, as he sunk into the kiss, his brows knit tightly together, his frozen hands going to cup your cheeks and pulling you back into him with the passion that’d been eating him up inside all this time. Your own heart raced as you felt him kiss you back, his chest finally pressing to yours and your fingers letting go of his collar just long enough to wrap your arms around his neck. His own left your cheeks and slid around your waist, holding you so tight you could barely breathe. You didn’t mind.

You let your lips part, warm air still unfolding over each other’s faces as you breathed each other in. Your hands threading through the wet strands of his hair as you whispered, “It was never about deserving, Sam… You never have to question what you deserve. I’m in love with you… with every part of you… and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”

He cleared his throat, lips pressing together, eyes darting away from you for just a moment as he pulled himself together. Through a shaking voice, and an emotional smile tugging over his trembling lips, Sam mumbled, “You’re outta your mind, y’know that…?”

Your own tearful smile made his heart pound as you brushed his hair out of his eyes. “Maybe I am,” you mumbled. “Still doesn’t change a thing. But... no more, you got that? No more pushing me away, Morgan, or I’ll kill you.”

His eyes met yours. He nodded his head, shivering against you. “Y-You got it.. I promise. No more. I swear, I won’t be such a jackass ever again.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Good.”

He let his lips touch yours, closing his eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, t-too,” you murmured back. “I love all of you, Sam.”

And his lips were kissing yours again, this time fully, this time completely, this time holding nothing back. You gasped at the way it felt, to feel him just let go, to melt into you and hold you so close, and all you wanted was to never, ever feel him let go. Your bodies held together and lips refusing to part, heads tilting, deepening the kiss, your only source of oxygen coming from one another. It was everything. You’d been waiting for him all this time, and now--

“Hey, kids?” a voice broke through, waking you both up, forcing you to pull away and turn to see where it came from. “You two oughtta be gettin’ inside before you freeze to death, it’s damn near arctic out here.”

You recognized the accent and thick mustache belonging to the security guard, and smiled as Sam laughed at the words. “Y-You’re probably right,” you sniffled, going to part from Sam only to feel him take your hand instead. The guard just chuckled at you both, smirking a little as he turned and headed back inside.

And as you went to park the car, with Sam at your side refusing to let go of your hand, his thumb softly rubbing over every one of your fingers as if he’d never gotten to hold them before, you were overwhelmed with the realization that, all this time, this was what he really needed. To know you meant it.

And god, if only he really knew just how much you had always loved him, and always would.

As you stood in the elevator, headed back up to your floor, you turned to him. “You don’t just deserve me, Sam…” His eyes flitted to yours, surprised at the words. “You deserve… everything. You deserve the world.”

Sam was taken so far aback by the words that when the elevator doors slid open, he didn’t move a muscle. He was just looking at you. Wondering how he got so lucky. And closing the distance between you once again, capturing your lips with his, trying to pour how he felt about you into the kiss, his hand cupping the side of your neck. Thinking…

God… if only you really knew how much he loved you. If only you really knew that you were his world.

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kidney9-9 · 3 years

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November Bet Part 3

@hollandlover19 asked:

Oh my god I fucking love November bet🖤🖤🥵 Can you make a part 3 where y/n is cockwarming peter cuz she knows he misses being inside her and they just stay like that for hours cuz he’s so relaxed and it makes him sleepy 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Aw thank you very much! And thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it. Please read the warnings. Everyone is above legal age :) Masterlist is tagged in bio.

Part 1 Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader [Smut] Warnings: unprotected sex (please protect yourself with the devices you feel most comfortable with), cockwarming and swearing Word Count: 1.8k

It was one of the best days that Peter could ask for, with you hanging out with him on for the weekend. The two of you rarely left the room after discovering that both Sam and Bucky lost the challenge. Peter could feel his smile widening again, just thinking of that day again, wanting to relive it, except for that pain. He just wanted to be with you, in you again. And by the way you shivered, standing close to him, he could tell you heard him.

“Peter,” You paused, grinning back to him playfully as he swung his head to your direction, reaching for your hand again. He nodded, wanting to hear what you were going to say.

“I missed it too. There’s something that you might be interested in?” You proposed, leading closer to the question you’ve been wanting to ask him for some time. You knew that Peter would love the idea, but you were just nervous about bringing it up, because it was out of the ordinary for you two.

“What is it babe?” He whispered, knitting his eyebrows to you as you let out a small nervous laugh, letting go of his hand and stepping away from him, leading him closer to the bed. You shrugged for a moment, turning around to pat the bed’s wrinkles away as you thought for a quick second about how to say it.

“I- well have you heard of cockwarming? It’s basically where you just stay inside of me, even after coming. I understand if you’re not comfortable with it, it’s just a random idea, because I know this month was sort of hard- I mean difficult for us, by not being together.” You rambled away, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

Peter felt his jaw drop, already up for the idea. Yeah, he’s heard of it before, and woah, was he interested in it. He glanced down to your ass, blushing as he thought about the idea over again. It made him want to melt in desire, having equal amount of sex, and cuddle time. It was great.

You bit your lip, stopping yourself from smiling as you felt the flow of his thoughts traveling around, increasing in loudness. That meant he was very interested, and you stood back up completely, turning around to face him.

“Yeah! I’m down for it!” Peter answered after he realized how long he was silent for. You laughed slightly, shaking your head, wanting to make sure again. It was different, you weren’t sure how long either of you would last.

“Mm, really? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable again.” You explained, stepping closer to him. Peter nodded instantly, wanting to go through with the idea. He leaned down to kiss you to confirm it, and you sighed into the kiss, tugging him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck.

He nodded again into the kiss, stumbling forward as your knees buckled, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You broke the kiss with another laugh, before sitting back up, grabbing onto his pants. You undid his belt as Peter started to mumble, “I’m so lucky to be with you, fuck.” You raised your eyebrows up at him, feeling the exact same way.

You could sense his thoughts leading into a more dangerous horniness, causing your arousal to build up. You were so thankful you had a vacation right now; you’d rather be here than anywhere else. Just as soon as you tugged his buttons, undoing them, he helped you, leaning down and hopping out of his pants as fast as he could.

He collapsed onto you with another kiss, wanting to just touch you even more. His hand slid under your shirt, causing you to gasp at the feeling. You broke the kiss, wanting to get out of your clothes as well, and wanting Peter to get out of his too. You bit your lip as you concentrated just for a moment, ripping your clothes from your body with your powers and causing Peter to yelp in surprise.

“I’ll never get enough of that – it’s so cool!” He exclaimed, giggling as you rolled your eyes playfully back to him. With the focus on him now, you tugged the shirt off, causing his hands to go up into the air, making sure you didn’t hurt him.

You shifted yourself further onto the center of the bed, before spreading your legs causing Peter to gulp. “How do you want to do this? You have to promise me you won’t move.” You whispered, making Peter’s eyes glance back up to your face instead of your legs.

He tugged down his boxers completely, and kicked them to the corner of the room, revealing his boner. He flushed heavily as he thought of an answer, distracted by your body. “I- I’ll sit down, and you can sit on me.” He responded, nodding as he got onto the bed.

You smiled back to him, sitting back up as he positioned himself back onto the pillows, and you swung your leg over to the other side of his figure. He shuddered, feeling your heat travel throughout his body as you leaned up, pushing your body against his.

You kissed him deeply, causing him to whimper when you blindly found his cock, twirling a finger on his tip teasingly. “Mm, I’m so ready for you.” You whispered, pulling away from the wet kiss. Peter sighed in desire, hand drifting down your back, before settling on one of your ass cheeks.

He pinched your ass slightly, and you pouted back to him, “What did I do to deserve that?” The question made Peter laugh, and you bit your lip watching the big smile on his face, how he already developed so much sweat.

“You ready?” He murmured after quieting down, and you nodded back to him, leaning back to his nose again, kissing it with a small laugh. You shifted your hips slightly, as he helped align your pussy with his cock.

You slowly started go down, gasping his name as he entered and Peter squeezed onto your hips, and you could feel bruises forming already, from the sensitive skin. He grunted, breath stuttering as you finally took his cock all in and leaned down to lay on his chest.

“Oh fuck…” He sighed, realizing how hard this would be. He couldn’t help the unintentional juts of his hips, or how you would slowly move your head, he would feel your pussy squeeze around him. And you felt so much as well, you could feel every part of his cock in you, and when you accidently clenched, you wanted to cry out in lust, the slowness of your orgasm coming just from small movements.

He breathed heavily as he wrapped one of his arms around your back, cuddling even more with you. The warmth of your pussy, causing his cock to feel even harder than ever in you. “I like this a lot.” He whispered, twirling small circles on your skin.

You hummed back to him, with your head on his chest, gazing across from you. “Me too, it feels so good – but so,” You paused, thinking of the word, “Loving.” You finished.

Peter smiled, “Yeah, it does. But also – I can’t move just a bit?” The question made you chuckle, causing movement to flutter in your pussy, and you both moaned. You shook your head no as a response, feeling the same amount of relaxation and desire, when you started to unclench completely in a comfortable position.

After around five minutes, you felt yourself clench up, purposely, now feeling itchy and just ready to fuck him. Peter gasped, feeling the squeeze of his cock. “You sure we can’t move?” He breathily laughed out; his pupils blown out as desire never left his body.

You responded with another shift, slowly lifting your body back up and sliding down on his cock. “I mean, I feel like we should.” You explained, in an innocent voice, knowing he would grab back onto your hips any second now. Peter chuckled in return, but stopped when you raised your hips again, rolling down onto his cock.

He thrusted upwards instantly, groaning loudly in relief, and his cock twitched in you. You whimpered his name, and Peter swore out loud, thrusting again and again. He gripped your hips, and your hands were down on his shoulders, riding him fast and hard.

“Oh fuck, you’re always so good to me, babe.” Peter grunted out loud, and you cried out something incoherent, as you felt him hitting your g-spot. You started to focus again when you heard one of his thoughts, and your eyes widened at it.

He still wanted to try out cockwarming, and you bit your lips, happy that he was still down. But as you listened more, you could hear him speak your name out loud, “I think I’m going to come.” He shuddered, and you nodded, feeling close to your end too.

That was one of the perks to your powers, being able to connect your body with his in a way, where you feel his emotions, especially the lust. It was amazing. You moaned loudly as you rolled yourself down, feeling his cock reach even deeper into you.

“I’m coming,” You cried out, gasping for air as you felt yourself gush around him, Peter continued thrusting into you, now with uneven spurts of energy. He continued just as he started to come, feeling him soak inside you, and you sighed from the lovely feeling of being stuffed with his cock and cum.

“Ooh fuck me… You’re incredible.” He groaned loudly, head hitting against the board behind him. His eyes were closed, and you watched as he struggled to breathe at an even pace as his come spurted out into you, slowing down now.

You felt yourself lay onto his chest almost numbly, from all the intense feelings. You could feel his cock softening in you, and you sighed out at the feeling of his cum and yours mixed on your thighs. Peter hummed quietly, setting a hand on top of your back, feeling exhausted but happy.

You could feel him slowly fall asleep after the next hour of just whispering sweet and loving things to each other. You shifted, groaning when you felt his cock twitch at your movement. You knew when he woke up, he’d be up to having sex again and so would you. But for now, you kissed his chest softly, feeling the sweat dripping from your skin and onto his.

His chest raised and lowered, and you found yourself moaning at the slightest of moves, clenching your pussy on accident but finding more pleasure. You tried not to move now, instead you laid on his chest, happy that he was feeling better today.

You really missed him. You could tell he missed you too, as he squeezed you tighter in his sleep. Your eyes fluttered closed when you finally felt the sleepiness hit you, it must have been a few hours by now, when you noticed the feeling of the sun was gone.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard a drifting thought from Peter, “I want you.” You smiled softly, knowing he was dreaming of the two of you.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #thank you for sending this in #love you all

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alirhi · 3 years

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@goblin-tea this is part of that story I was talking about/sending you bits of. I'll get into the better stuff (imo) in a bit, but this is a much better example of what the main characters are like than what I sent earlier lol

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto,” she mumbled, still clinging to Audrey’s hand as she nervously followed Fiona’s example and took a moment to study the immediate area.

“No shit, Sherlock,” the blonde growled, yanking her hand away. Rebecca could stand there like an idiot if she chose, but damn it! She was going to explore and find a way home, right now. Clearly, her friend’s oh-so-brilliant spell had backfired quite horribly, and now they were lost, with no idea of where they were, when they were, or what was going…

Her thoughts were jarringly interrupted when Rebecca suddenly let out a short, high-pitched scream, causing both of her friends to jump.

“WHAT?!” Spinning to face the taller woman, she took a deep breath in preparation to chew her out, and then promptly hid behind her. “…Is that a dinosaur?”

“Deinonychus,” Rebecca confirmed in a reverent whisper. Her screech had been from excitement, rather than fear; the giant grin on her freckled face was evidence enough of that. Though she knew she was the only one who cared about the details, she still explained in a rush, “Fast, smart, and very deadly carnivore from the late Cretaceous period, probably the basis for the oversized velociraptors in Jurassic Park… A raptor’s colorful feathers make it look like a ridiculous, disproportionate toucan, which is probably why the producers chose to make it look more like our friend here. Fossils of the deinonychus have never been found with any indication of feathers.”

“It does have feathers, you walking Wiki!” Audrey hissed, stepping back. No way in hell was she going to stand there like an idiot and get eaten by some parrot on crack.

Fiona remained rooted in place beside the other redhead, though she did stoop to pick up Rebecca's forgotten staff, just in case the curious animal decided to attack. A tiny smile played at the edges of her lips at the toucan comparison. It did sort of look like one, in a weird way…

Swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat, their nerdy friend nodded. “Yeah… Most of this type of dinosaur did, so paleontologists kinda figured the deinonychus would, too.”

The prehistoric bird of prey studied them, almost seeming to ponder something. Just as Rebecca was about to make a Philosoraptor joke, the fascinating – if deadly – beast twitched, letting out a series of loud clicking noises.

“…Huh. Whaddaya know. That dude on youtube was right…” An answering call echoed from somewhere to the left of the three shivering girls, and startled the amateur paleontologist out of her daze. “Oh shit.”

“What?” Both of her friends shot her nervous glances, reluctant to take their eyes off of the giant predator. Why wasn’t it moving?

“Run.” When Fiona shot her an incredulous look, Rebecca shook her head. Normally, yes, she would caution against any sudden moves around a wild animal, but this was different. More clicks from their right, answered by the one animal they could see, illustrated why. “He’s calling in reinforcements – run!”

That was all the motivation the shivering blonde needed. With a terrified shriek, Audrey turned and bolted into the forest, Rebecca and Fiona hot on her heels.

“I think it’s safe to assume,” the oldest woman gasped out, jumping over a fallen tree limb, “that we’ve somehow been sent back too far.”

“Ya THINK?!”

"Now's not the time to get snippy!” Her lungs were burning, her legs cramping, and though she could hear the creature gaining on them, she had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t putting forth much effort. She and her surrogate sister were both overweight to the point of obesity, and as such, speed wasn’t exactly on their side. In fact, it had been one of the things they’d hoped to go back and change; if they never got fat, they wouldn’t have to deal with the health problems associated with it or the hassle of constantly trying and failing to lose it.

Risking a glance to the side, she noticed Fiona keeping pace with them, and winced. She was hanging back to help them, she knew. By far the skinniest and healthiest of the three of them, she was lightning fast compared to the other two. While both her companions were morbidly obese, Fiona was lithe and fit, with legs like a gazelle. She was going slowly so she could defend them with that big stick if she had to. That was the only logical explanation Rebecca could come up with. The fact that the 'big stick' was her own walking stick was momentarily lost on the eldest of the three.

Mother above, she prayed desperately, if there’s even a trace of magic left in my blood, please, please unleash it now to give us speed.

Too angry and frightened to bother with logic, Audrey just rolled her eyes, yelping when it caused her to trip over a rock and nearly sent her sprawling. Fiona caught her by the arm and helped her steady herself, and she managed a tiny grateful smile, even as she snapped at the redhead, “Shut up! It’s your fault that we’re in our own personal Jurassic Hell, being chased by a fucking raptor!”

“Cretaceous!” Rebecca snarled, dodging around a rather intimidating thorny bush. “And it’s not a raptor, it’s-”

“I DON’T CARE!”

“It’s actually quite fascinating,” Rebecca asserted through wheezing gasps for breath, “if you think about it. We finally… get to see… proof… that dino…saurs… were more like…flightless…birds…than…”

“I don’t give a shit if we’re being chased by an ostrich or a crocodile!” Audrey screeched before her friend could finish. “If I end up something’s lunch, it’s your fault! And you know what? Fuck you! Fuck your stupid spell. Fuck your obsessions. Fuck your fucking imaginary friend and the horse you both rode in on for good measure!” Even in a life-or-death situation, somehow an old inside joke popped into her head, and she managed to suck in a deep enough breath to scream, "AND YES, HE'S NAMED 'SIDEWAYS'!"

“Guys, this really isn’t the time to be arguing,” Fiona pointed out as calmly as she could, glancing over her shoulder to see how they were faring. It wasn't good. She could deal with Audrey and her rather offensive temper tantrum later, she decided; escaping the turkey-sized ball of feathers and teeth chasing them took precedence.

“Sorry…” Pouting a little, the blonde risked a glance back, and nearly wet herself when she saw that their prehistoric pursuer was getting closer and closer. “Oh, fuck me…” Something brushed the side of her head, and she jumped, but it was only a leaf hanging down from another large tree.

Wait. Leaf…tree… She glanced up, relieved to see that the branch was low enough for her to grab hold. Circling around so that she wouldn’t get caught by their feathered menace, she pushed herself just a little bit more and managed to haul herself up onto the branch. “Guys!”

“What are you doing?!” Rebecca cried, having been too focused on running to notice where Audrey had gone. Fiona had been taking up the rear, focus switching between the others and the predator, but had been looking primarily in the latter’s direction for a few minutes. When she turned and saw only Rebecca standing there, she froze and glanced around. As they spotted Audrey in the tree, they also became aware of the fact that their enemy seemed a lot closer than before.

“Can raptors climb?” Audrey called out, wincing as she watched the scene unfold. Though she had long legs and strong, muscular calves, Rebecca outweighed her by a good fifty pounds, and it was visibly taking its toll. She was tiring, and the blonde just prayed she could pull herself up to safety before that thing or its as-yet unseen companions ripped her apart. She had plenty of reasons not to worry too much about Fiona.

“Come on.” Urging her tiring friend on, the skinnier redhead decided to take at least this one cue from Audrey and circled around the trunk of a massive tree, making sure Rebecca followed. It confused their attacker, bought them a little time, and kept them from getting out of earshot of Audrey.

At her friend’s soft, gentle reminder of what she’d been asked, Rebecca frowned. She wanted to remind the treed woman that they weren’t being chased by a velociraptor, but dismissed it as a waste of time. Instead, she considered her question as she doubled back.

Could this breed of dinosaurs climb? “I…I’m not sure,” she panted, one hand coming up to press against her chest. “I don’t think so. Their arms are probably too small to pull them up.”

“Then get your ass up here!”

They reached the tree, and Fiona quickly jumped up like it was nothing, setting the staff aside and braced across two nearby branches to keep it from falling. She and Audrey then each stretched out an arm, hands extended to grab Rebecca’s and pull her up as the youngest of the three continued, “And pray Jurassic Park was wrong about more than just the raptor’s appearance, cuz here he comes, and if he brought friends, you’re toast!”

“It’s not a raptor!” Rebecca reached for their hands, though she harbored little hope that she could actually get her fat ass up there. With or without their help, in her mind, she was dead.

“Please note, you’re the only one who cares,” the other young woman grumbled, grasping her friend’s wrist and exerting every bit of strength she had left to pull her to safety. Rebecca had virtually no upper body strength, and without Audrey and Fiona, would never be able to make it up onto the branch, despite being taller than both of them.

She almost dropped the larger girl when she suddenly yelped. Fiona glared at her, trying to compensate by taking more of their friend’s weight until she got a better grip on her arm.

Still a bit startled, she searched Rebecca’s eyes for some sign of what the hell that had been about, and found only fear. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Pull me up! Pull me up!” Refusing to say anything else, she gritted her teeth and pushed with all her might, kicking all the while. What she knew the blonde couldn’t see from her perch was that the dinosaur had caught up to her while they both struggled, and had grabbed hold of her calf with its sharp claws. Suddenly, she was glad for the long leather boots that, only moments before, she’d been cursing.

As the creature went for Rebecca again, Fiona grabbed the staff and whacked it as hard as she could over the head. It turned on her for a moment, but before it could do anything, Rebecca kicked it in the face. Taking advantage of the opportunity she’d just created, she stood on the hungry animal’s head and pushed off. At last, she was seated on the rough limb, with the deinonychus just barely out of reach. Gasping desperately for air as she turned and clung to Audrey, she glanced down at the bewildered creature and managed a breathless “thanks!” The moment Rebecca was safely out of reach, Fiona crept along the branch and headed for a different one. The tree was old and strong, but the three of them in the same spot could easily snap the branch and send them right to the dinosaur’s clutches.

Once she settled on another perch, they sat there for a moment, contemplating their luck, both good and bad, and watching the hungry animal watch them. All three knew that with a little effort, the thing could probably reach the two on the lower branch with those lethal, powerful jaws. Since it had clearly not yet figured this out, none of them really cared. Audrey was exhausted and sore, the entirety of her plump body throbbing unbearably now that adrenaline had begun to flee her as she had fled the dinosaur. Fiona was desperately trying to get her breath back, and though she felt fine otherwise, she knew she’d feel like she’d been hit by a bus in the morning. Rebecca, too, was exhausted and sore, though the pain in her muscles and joints hadn’t yet registered. Her gaze shifted from the restless animal to the long jagged tears in the back of her skirt, which she studied with a sort of numb, detached fascination.

“Well,” she said finally, still scarcely able to breathe. “That was exhilarating.”

Fiona laughed.

“Exhilarating?” Audrey gaped at her. “Are you fucking kidding me? We just almost became something’s soon-to-be-fossilized lunch!”

Shrugging, Rebecca glanced down at the prehistoric lizard…bird…thing. And suddenly she felt pity for it, and all the living things around them. After a long silence, during which the deinonychus finally lost interest and stormed off in search of easier prey, she finally murmured, “We survived, didn’t we? That’s more than anything else in this time period can say.” Where were its companions? The question bubbled up out of nowhere, and once formed, refused to be dismissed. She'd heard it call to someone, and heard an answer... Or had she? Had she imagined it all?

“We don’t belong in this time period!” Audrey's reply startled her out of her confused reverie. Her voice was shrill, expression aghast as she stared at the other woman as if she’d lost her mind. Perhaps that was obvious. For a second, she considered that maybe shehad gone mad, and this whole nightmarish situation was just a scene playing out in her ever-overactive imagination.

Then she shifted, and the ankle she’d twisted when she tripped on a rock sent a twinge of pain up her leg. The idea of any of this being anything less than horribly, undeniably real was scrapped, and she glanced around. She would merely search for makeshift supplies, she decided. She would rewrite Rebecca’s stupid spell, and get them back to the present. If this experience was meant to teach them anything, she was sure it was that the past can’t be changed, which she was suddenly ready to accept as Gospel truth. Life sucked, but they could make it better if they just focused less on whining about it, and more on actually doing something about it.

A strange weight on her mind drew her from her thoughts and she turned to look. Rebecca was staring at her.

Huffing a bit, she gestured to her shredded clothing. “That’s going to get infected. You’ll probably die before the week is out.”

“Thanks, Captain Optimism,” the other woman growled, rolling her eyes.

“We don’t have anything to wrap it with!” she snapped, interrupting her friend’s attempt to assure her that she was fine.

“I can rip something if you want,” Fiona offered, gesturing to her clothes.

“We have no idea what’s poisonous and what’s not,” Audrey continued to rant as if the other young woman hadn’t spoken, “We’re about sixty-five million years away from peroxide, never mind penicillin. And all of this is assuming you just get some kind of nasty infection. Every carnivore with at least one nostril can probably smell all that blood for miles. If we don’t get the hell back to modern times, you are going to die!”

To shut her up, Rebecca sighed and reached down, shoving her torn skirt out of the way to show the long scratches across her boot. She could see them alright through the slashes in her skirt, but clearly Audrey was less observant. “I’m not bleeding, genius. He was aiming to grab, not gut; he didn’t get through the leather.” She gestured, but wasn’t the least bit surprised when Audrey only shook her head and looked away.

“I’m just worried about you,” she whispered, much more subdued as the fight slowly drained from her. “You got lucky this time, but as long as we stay here, we’re in danger every second, from everything.”

As if only just then remembering that Fiona was there, she whipped around and stared up over her shoulder at her. "And how the hell are you still corporeal? How were you ever in the first place? I mean, nice to meet you, I guess? But what the actual fuck is going on?!"

#claddagh #original writing #crossroads series

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