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Interlude No. 7 | wjh x f!reader

Interlude No. 7: You snap at Jun and he teaches you a lesson in the art of patience.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.6k | Pairing: wjh x f!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: fingering, edging, orgasm delay/denial, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, referred to with she/her pronouns

You regret snapping at Jun the very moment the words leave your stress-bitten lips.

“Can I not have just five minutes of goddamn peace in this house?”

You shudder thinking about the frustration and impatience in your voice, the ringing of your words in the otherwise silent bathroom, the way Jun immediately shrunk into himself and left without a word.

You were in the middle of your skincare routine when he came in, coming up behind you to settle his hands on your hips before asking where the extra formula was. You told him, for what had to be the fourth time, that you keep it on top of the fridge, that it’s exactly where it’s been since you bought it.

He hummed and nodded, squeezing your hips in apology before saying, “Right, I remember now. How much should I use, though? I don’t know how hungry he is, you normally feed him.”

You took a deep, centering breath and responded, “Half a scoop in the bottle, fill the rest with water.”

“Okay, perfect. And where are the-”

That third question, that’s when you snapped.

You shouldn't have, and you know this, but if you’re being honest, all you wanted was to get through your skincare routine uninterrupted. You don’t think that’s a big thing to ask, especially when you haven’t been able to carry out the sequence in a timely manner since you brought the baby home.

There’s always something to be done, a mess to be cleaned, a question to be answered. It’s been weeks since you had even a modicum of personal time, both by yourself and with your fiance, and you knew you were stretched thin, but you didn’t realize you were about to break.

However, you have to admit that Jun isn’t to blame for his lack of knowledge, not when he’s working and you’re doing the brunt of the caring. You hate that you got irritated with him for asking questions you wouldn’t have known the answer to if you were him, and you hate even more that you couldn’t keep it inside and instead let your frustrations out on him.

After that, you barely even felt like finishing out your routine, though you went through the motions anyway, not wanting it all to have been for nothing. You also, perhaps, wanted to hide from him and your shame for a little bit longer.

Now here you sit on the bed, psyching yourself up to approach him and apologize.

He’s your fiance, it should be easy to say sorry to him, you tell yourself.

Truthfully, you don’t want to come face to face with his downturned mouth or his muted spirit or his big, sad eyes. You’re expecting all three, and you just know the combination will feel like a punch to the gut. It’s what you deserve though, for the way you acted.

So you force yourself to stand up and amble to the door, your steps weary and your shoulders tense. You’ve just opened it and entered the hallway when you hear Jun’s soft voice, barely traveling to where you stand.

“We’re gonna be spending some more time together, baby. I think I’ve been working and leaving mommy alone with you too much, she needs to be able to take care of herself too.”

You tiptoe down the hall and peek around the cased opening, finding Jun sitting on the couch with his back to you and your seven week old foster kitten held up in his hands so they’re eye to eye. Peanut blinks his big eyes, seemingly listening to Jun and content to be cradled in his big, warm hands.

Every hint of exasperation melts away as your heart swells, leaving you feeling weak enough you have to rest against the wall to hold yourself up. You’re about to stumble your way into the living room when a knock sounds on the front door, making you jump and wonder who could be here at this hour.

Sure, it’s only nine PM, but it’s nearly your little family’s bedtime, your schedule much more regular now that you have a kitten to care for. Jun doesn’t seem fazed by the visitor, rising from the couch smoothly and hugging Peanut to his chest as he turns to walk toward the hall.

He does startle when he sets eyes on you, before he sends you a boxy grin and smooches your cheek on his way to the front door. You follow him on light feet, watching as he carefully sets Peanut in his carrier and picks up a canvas bag. The door opens to reveal Wonwoo, who takes both the cat and the bag without much fanfare.

“See you tomorrow, Peanut. We love you,” Jun calls, waving as Wonwoo returns to his car before closing and locking the front door. He faces you next and smiles a bit more shyly, taking your hand and guiding you to the bedroom without speaking.

“What’s going on?” You ask cluelessly, your fingers clinging tightly to his when he tries to pull away.

“I thought you could use a night off, so Peanut is having a sleepover with his cousins,” he says nervously. “I hope that’s okay. I can go sleep on the couch if you want to be completely alone.”

“No!” You exclaim before continuing, “I mean, the sleepover is sweet and thoughtful, and I do need a night off, but I don’t want to be alone without you.” Your other hand flies up to grab his and pull him to sit on the bed next to you. “You’re not upset with me for earlier?”

Jun shakes his head rapidly, his hair tousling on his forehead, “Of course I’m not upset with you, baby. You just needed a break.”

“Well… I’m sorry, anyway,” you frown, playing with his fingers. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It happens,” he shrugs easily, brushing the moment off like it’s nothing.

You’re lucky to be engaged to someone who balances you out, who can withstand your high strung tendencies, who understands when you’re overstimulated and stressed and knows how to make it better.

God, you love him. And you want him to fuck you brainless.

It’s been hard to find time for intimacy lately, between raising a kitten and trying to get enough sleep, and you’re aching for him in a way you haven’t felt since his last long business trip.

His sex drive is even higher than yours so you’re sure he’s missed you too, and it takes little more than a look into his eyes and your hand dragging his up your thigh for him to get on board. His lips are on yours before you can take another breath, his other hand freeing itself so he can cup your neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance immediately.

You grant it without a second thought, your lips parting for him as his fingers slip into your pajama shorts and skim over your pussy. He loves to tease you, loves to make you gasp and plead before giving you exactly what you want as if he never withheld it from you in the first place.

Usually, you can endure it with no problem, but tonight, you’re desperate.

It’s been weeks since you had the time and energy for more than a messy makeout in the dark, and already you can feel heat gathering deep in your stomach, feel your cunt starting to throb for him.

You pull away to whip your shirt over your head and scooch further onto the duvet, smiling at the way his eyes immediately zero in on your bare breasts. He follows you, climbing up and straddling your waist, pulling his own shirt off before leaning down to kiss you again, his lips hungry and his hands wandering.

His fingers roll your nipples, tugging them, pinching them until your back arches and you whine into his mouth. He swallows it eagerly, responding with a low moan and dragging his hands down your stomach. They can only go so far with him on top of you like this, and you feel him huff against your lips when he realizes he’ll have to move to get your shorts off.

A giggle bubbles out of you as he heaves a dramatic sigh and shifts to lay at your side, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your pajamas and wrenching them down to give him access. You bicycle your legs until you can fling them away, uncaring of where they land now that Jun is slipping one arm under your neck and pulling the leg closest to him over his own to open you up.

His fingers swirl over your stomach and down between your legs, the light touch making you tense in anticipation. You expect him to tease you, to make you wait for it, so you cry out when his fingers coast over your clit and sink right inside, curling into your sweet spot before you’ve even gotten used to the feeling of fullness.

You turn your head to look at him with shocked eyes, and he just smiles to himself and spreads his fingers, scissoring them inside of you and grinding his fingertips against your front wall again. You find you can’t look away now, not when you can watch every expression play out on his face, watch the way his eyebrows furrow when you clench around him and the way he bites his lip when your hips buck into his touch.

He’s so beautiful, your Jun, and so, so, so good with his fingers.

It helps that they’re long, lithe, agile, his knuckles dragging against your squeezing walls as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. They crook into your g-spot every so often, not frequently enough to build you up but enough to make you want more. You always want more of Jun, it’s part of how you got together in the first place.

When you were friends, you wanted more.

When you were dating, you wanted more.

Now that you’re engaged, you still want more.

You have a feeling that this desire for him will never fade, that too much could never be enough, that even after you’ve spent your life with him, you’ll still. want. more.

Thank goodness Jun is always willing to give himself to you, even if he does make you work for it.

You’re working for it right now, fighting not to beg him to just make you cum already, your pussy wet enough that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. You know he can hear it too but you’re long past being embarrassed with him, especially when you get this wet for him every single fucking time.

He’s pleased by it, you can tell by the light flush on his face, the dark look in his eyes, the weight of his gaze on your pussy as it sucks in his moving fingers. Finally, he starts hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his thumb shifting to press flat on your clit and rub tiny circles that make your brain melt.

You gasp and let your head fall back on his arm, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself get closer and closer. It’s almost in sight, your orgasm, you just need a little bit of focus and maybe one more finger.

You open your mouth to ask him for it, but before you can even get a word out, he’s saying, “No, I don’t want you to cum yet.”

“What?” You ask despondently, blinking your eyes open to stare at him in disbelief.

“I want you to wait,” he tilts his wrist to get a better angle, fucking his fingers into you even harder, even faster. “I’ll let you get close, but I don’t want you to cum until I’m inside of you.”

“Why?” You whine brokenly, your hand coming up to grip his arm for strength as he denies you.

“It’s an exercise in patience,” he smirks, his eyes playful when they dart over to connect with yours.

You don’t ask any further questions, gravely accepting his decision and resigning yourself to this new form of teasing.

For what feels like hours, he builds you up and brings you back down, tapping directly into your g-spot then leaving his fingers stagnant inside of you, rubbing your clit with his insistent thumb then shifting it just to the side.

You take it all, blubbering half the time and moaning for the rest, your eyes filling with tears as he pushes you right up to the edge then pulls you right back.

It’s a method of torture you didn’t know him to be capable of, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more you don’t know. You almost hope there is, because that just means there’s more of Jun to learn (and you always want more).

You wonder how he’s got so much self control. You can feel his dick twitching and leaking under your leg, even through his pajama pants, and if the roles were switched, this would already be over.

It’s getting to the point where you’re on the verge of cumming every other minute, needing less and less from him to work you up, your orgasm dangling so close you can almost taste it.

“Juuuun,” you whimper desperately, unsure of how much more you can take.

He glances over at you and can’t seem to look away, his face growing closer to yours until he’s nose to nose with you, your watering eyes connected with his.

Then he pulls his fingers out, tears down his pants, and fills you with his cock before you even register the emptiness.

The stretch is immaculate, the heat of him otherworldly, the pleasure all consuming.

You suck in a breath, feel yourself bear down, and cum harder than you ever have in your whole goddamn life. It steals your voice and your vision, leaving you to listen to every choked out sound leaving you and every grunt and whimper coming from Jun. His hips smack into yours rapidly, wildly, the drag of his cock inside you intensifying every feeling in your overwrought body.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you shudder against him, your legs trembling and your pussy spasming as he bursts within you, his cum painting your rippling walls and filling you to the brim.

When it’s all over, you don’t move for eons, your eyes gently closed and your body limp in his hold. You sense him pulling out, leaving the bed, cleaning you up with a warm, damp cloth. His fingers smell clean when they drift over your face, he must have washed his hands before coming back. He’s whispering to you as he dresses you in new pajamas, murmuring words you can’t make out in your muddled mind. They soothe you anyway, bring you to the surface enough to blink your eyes open and gaze at him.

He smiles when he notices, cupping your cheeks and brushing his thumbs under your eyes, sweeping away the tears that fell without your notice. You summon enough energy to pucker your lips, and he smiles even wider before pressing his mouth to yours in a sweet, soft kiss.

Soon enough, you’re drifting off again, his head resting on your chest and his arm banded over your stomach, keeping you safe.

He fucks you three more times that night, and when you wake up to a knock on the door and a kitten to care for, you actually do feel like your patience has grown.

AN: i still don't feel super confident writing Jun but I'm glad I tried! I had a good time and I enjoy him immensely!

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azure-cherie · 2 years

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𝙋𝘼𝘾 : 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 ⛓️

If you aren't 18+ , my spirit guides will make sure to tell your spirit guides to give you a spiritual smack on the face and pimples for you for 3 months and your crush will call you a bitch now you decide 😈

So 😂 i never thought I'd do an 18+ reading but nevertheless I'm here, this will describe your sexual state , what are your best features physically and personality wise and the tactics which you will be known for as a seducer.

I don't know how this will be i never wrote an 18 + pac so 🤣, please change the gender according to yourself ♥️

This is a general reading, take what resonates and leave the rest, you can choose two at a time .

Pile 1 :

Your sexual state

Lady in the streets, devil in the sheets y'all are lowkey contradiction for everyone , they see this pretty little innocent face but behind it is a horny bitch who imagined every little scenario in their head , y'all read hentai manga a lot , and some of you start masturbating in the middle of the day because of sudden stroke of sexual energy. Yall want domination, you're full of various kinks. ,it keeps changing, every time you watch a show or read a book , you have a new kink 😂 , you're the one to tear things apart cloths and everything is falling off the tables and bedsheets are all messed up because you literally forget everything when you're up for the deed , you believe sex is an art , and art is supposed to me messy and you also believe in devotional sex , the other person must devote to you , it makes you feel the best .

Best features

Your voice is really a turn on , do you have sidereal cancer placements? Your skin is very soft , you're very sensitive, you can be aroused with the touch of a finger , your breasts are really beautiful, your way of walking is just mesmerizing, on top of that you're really lovey dovey baby who knows what they want , you're very romantic as well , you have really great lingerie choices , you taste great , some of you have your vertebral column or ribs structuring your skin people find that attractive.

Tactics

You will be known for being flexible you can try a lot of positions, if you're a female you're really good at receiving huge , if you're a man you have a huge dick , you're actually down every time so you're a really nice partner to have and you will be known for actively seeking pleasure, without any shame , you know it isn't a bad thing to want so you seek it .

Pile 2 :

Your sexual state

You're actually already on a pedestal you're extremely sexy and attractive, people like to see you and imagine things in their head and i think some of you don't even like it too much, you have a dominatrix vibe , people tend to bow down to you because they don't know what else can they do in front of a diva like you , you make them loose their minds , but the thing is you're very hard to please, you reject a lot of people because not everyone deserves you , you are only down for one person you're a ride or die ! You're a devil dressed up but you're an angel who wants to be fucked and you also wanna dominate people really well , who's the daddy ?

Best features

You're thick af , your eyes are beautiful, they hold a very nice gaze , your hairs something about them , you smell very good, your very skilled with your hands , you know when to do certain things to make an interaction spicy , your dressing sense is very amazing, something about your legs as well , your curves are just lovely, okay so some of you maybe into pole dancing, that is really attractive to people and it turns them on , some of you may actually post pictures like only fans and people are just crazy over you .

Tactics

You will be known for the way you look at people , the i own you vibe , you will be known for your dancing skills , probably pole dancing or belly dance or a lap dance , also i think your abdomen turns people on , do you have piercings? Like nipple piercings you may be known for that as well , you could be into recording yourself, and i get something with paints like painting each other's bodies like art ? Do you like it? You're all in all a feared person whom everyone wants , no one has .

Pile 3 :

Your sexual state

You are actually the shy type but when you find a person with the same sexual vibration as you , you go feral it's like you wanna get on top of them and the other person is like sit on my face rn , you're so desirable , you're the one to go on for the longest time, because well fuck you got stamina , your sexual power is very related to manipulation you can get whatever you want if you use your sexuality enough, not I'm not telling you to go around and sleep with everyone, express yourself more , wear dresses which fit , your expressions on top of that are to die for 🤡 , lol people will be crawling in the ground just to breathe the same air as you , you're just so phenomenal, like the alluring woman we see in movies.

Best features

Everything is already best about you , just get that damn confidence, never hold back ever , your lips are so kissable it's like honey , you are really good at blowjobs and your grasp is amazing, you're also very youthful and tight , some people even get mommy vibes from you , your neck is really soft and you're really wet and you do great on top of people , great rider 😏.

Tactics

You will be known for withholding people spiritually, sex with you is more of a spiritual experience, once they have tasted you it's perdition for them , you're a goddess and they can't deny , you're someone like a trophy , sex with you is once in a life time experience, you will be written down in books if a poet wants to because you became their eternal muse , you have a really beautiful body all together believe it or not , you're a figure of devotion, people are all lined up to be killed in the ambience of your sweet love.

😂was i able to explain it ?

Let me know if you resonate ♥️

Thank you have a great day/night ✨

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luvtonique · 2 months

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I just woke up and I chose violence let's go.

Look all I'm sayin' is

If you're gonna attack AI generative art

You should, for the same reason, attack Toby Fox.

The reason I've seen the most for people not liking AI is that it's not "Real art" and that it "Takes jobs from artists" and that it "Steals from other artists"

Well, then, let's talk about how Hopes and Dreams by Toby Fox uses fake Violins to mimic a symphony orchestra. Toby could have hired a real orchestra but he used a fake one and y'all came in your drawers over it.

Why'd nobody ever lift a finger to cover social media in how Toby Fox doesn't deserve to make money because his song "Undertale" uses a fake guitar that sounds just like a real one? He could have hired a musician to play guitar but he didn't! That cost a REAL guitar player a job, didn't it?

And how come when it was found out that Toby Fox stole entire lietmotifs from other games like Kirby n shit, y'all had like 600,000,000 excuses to defend him?

I don't dislike Toby I think he's amazing, like 100/10, one'a the brightest examples of a success story of all time and one of the nicest most pure-hearted people on earth who made two of my favorite games of all time and a ton of my favorite music. Spider Dance has been my ring tone for like 8 years.

I'm just saying, the literal same reasons I see people attacking AI gen art is shit that Toby does, all of it, and y'all worship Toby for it but attack artists.

And neither here nor there, but hear me out?

Y'all will say you're in defense of artists keeping their jobs and their livelihoods which is so very noble of you, but if an artist draws shortstacks that are just a little too short, or if an artist utilizes AI, or if an artist draws Rose Quartz skinny, or if an artist draws Sans and Frisk getting a little too Frisky, or if an artist votes for Trump, or if an artist says a dirty word you don't like, or if an artist draws a black person that looks just a little bit too stereotypical, or if an artist draws a lesbian character getting fucked, or if an artist doesn't believe in gender identities, or if an artist doesn't put trans characters in their graphic novel, or if an artist makes a sexy character with butt-jiggle the protagonist of their video game; Y'ALL ARE COMPLETELY OKAY WITH SAYING THAT ARTIST SHOULDN'T BE MAKING MONEY, AND BANDWAGONING A HATEMONGERING BRIGADE AGAINST THEM.

Or in the Sans and Frisk case: PUT SEWING NEEDLES INSIDE OF COOKIES AND GIVE THEM TO THE ARTIST WHO DREW IT, PUTTING THEM IN THE HOSPITAL.

Listen

Spare me this "We hate AI because we care about the jobs of artists" shit, you lying scoundrels. You don't care about my job! You've tried to cancel me like 500 goddamn times, got my Patreon frozen twice, got my PayPal frozen over 100 times even right in the middle of conventions, flooded my stream chat and spammed the N-word in chat trying to get my Twitch banned, flooded my Discord multiple times with links to CP trying to get my Discord banned, and you have entire Discord servers literally called things like "Jay is an asshole" and "The We Hate Jay Society" (YEAH I KNOW YOU FUCKERS EXIST, HI, HAVE FUN SCREENCAPPING THIS).

My artistic career has been under fire for the past 12 years because I draw things y'all disagree with, have opinions you don't like, and have family members who vote for politicians you think are the boogeyman that's the cause of all your problems (and haven't disowned those family members). With all due respect, when I hear "We hate AI because we believe in fair wages for artists and want to protect the jobs of artists" I just wanna strangle your lying ass.

You hate AI because it's popular to hate AI.

AI is like a prosthetic robot arm that helps you carry the groceries, and disabled people like myself (rheumatoid arthritis) benefit from its uses greatly (such as being able to draw backgrounds much easier which has greatly improved my art and INCREASED MY COMMISSION REVENUE DUE TO MY ART QUALITY IMPROVING [But y'all don't care that AI helps artists earn more money, you hate AI because you claim it's hurting artists' ability to earn money]), but you're so hung up on people using the robot arm instead of their real arms that you think you're some crusader against injustice.

You aren't.

You're just looking for reasons to attack people, it's what you do. I've been dealing with y'all looking for any goddamn reason to attack someone that you can muster for the last 12 years, hell even before that I dealt with you types. You just want to hate, you want to be prejudiced so fucking bad that you look for literally any reason you can possibly find to make some vaguepost about how much you hate an artist and post it to Reddit, and then when you get called out, get so surprised that I found your bitch ass that you start pretending you didn't mean any ill will, and start pretending that you're someone else in the most pathetic attempt to dodge blame I've ever seen.

[Context: The OP of this post accidentally revealed who they are on Tumblr, and then when I called them out on Tumblr, they pretended they were someone else because they were scared I was gonna out them on Tumblr and they tried pathetically to cover their ass, and even politely said "I never wanted to garner hate against you" when they literally posted "I hate the way he draws women" on r/mendrawingwomen and flooded the comment section (mostly now deleted) with how "disgusting of a person" I am, while I was in the comments politely giving context to the shit he was saying about me, and he started getting furious when other people were liking my art and agreeing with me instead of him. I have like 600 screencaps of all the cringe this guy spewed, but I'm not gonna post it all because it's tangential anyway. Case in point? This guy's blog is absolutely covered with how much he hates artists for drawing things he doesn't like, and he regularly posts about how AI is taking jobs from artists. Not gonna out his blog, but that's who he is. A shining example of exactly what I'm talking about. "I hate AI because it takes jobs from artists!" "THIS MAN-THING DRAWS WOMEN IN A WAY I DON'T LIKE AND HE'S A DISGUSTING PERSON, EVERYONE JOIN ME IN HATING HIM AND TRYING TO RUIN HIS REPUTATION AND THEN WE CAN CELEBRATE WHEN HE LOSES HIS JOB!!!"]

Like, y'all can sit there and act like you're defending me and artists like me all you want, you're liars. You're boldfaced fucking liars. You are disgusting. It's completely pathetic watching you attack a tool that can be used to improve our art, and claim it's in defense of the authenticity of our art and the continued financial stability of our artistic careers. Fucking give me a break.

You're looking for people who say positive things about AI art so you can attack them and feel justified because it's popular to attack them.

All while sitting there and gladly swallowing the cum of any musician who makes amazing music with synths, fake symphony instruments and autotune.

"We care about the jobs of artists."

Yeah.

Long as those artists fall in line with your opinions and only draw things that agree with said opinions, right?

Wouldn't wanna care about the jobs of "problematic" artists who draw "offensive" stuff or vote for politicians you don't like.

Final note: This isn't even an attack against any political opinions or activism or anything like that, but I'm being realistic here because these are the people I see brigading against AI art. It's not me saying those people are dumb for having their opinions or political standpoints or being activists for their beliefs, it's me saying those people are the ones who are constantly attacking AI art in "defense of artists," while in the same breath attacking artists for not sharing their political standpoints or also being activists for the same causes. If you truly, truly cared about the livelihood of artists, you'd stop attacking artists' livelihood for disagreeing with you. Or for that matter: Any reason. Stop attacking artists' livelihood, or stop pretending you care about it. Be consistent, at least.

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neverchecking · 10 months

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Hey again, thank you so much for the banana (haha) it was nice of you. And ever since we started talking about Wild and Sage, I couldn’t help but draw them. (Lowkey sorry, I couldn’t put much detail into them since I use a cheap app and it doesn’t like to do much, but I’m more of an traditional artist anyways, I’ll make a better one.) I want to join in on the “request train” but I’m not too creative with what I want like the others, but I’ll try.

So female reader had met both Wild and Sage but thought they were the same person. So she gets invited to their house and realizes.. twins… You can make it NSFW if you like, and you can use any kink that you would see fit… I’m not to good with kinks. But enjoy my drawing and have fun. 🍏

“Prepare for Trouble!”

“And make it Double~”

OMG THAT ART IS SO GOOD THE GERUDO FIT AHHAHHH NAD SAGE MY BELOVED LOOK AT HIM JUST WANNA MONCH ON HIS FACE softly and with love bc he deserves it.

So the way this is worded makes me think you wanted Poly, so I went with these two as poly. Even though they hate each other.

Remember. They are not in love with each other, as that is Linkcest and I Will Not write that, but they are in love with Reader. Thank you!

I love the team rocket bit, cracks me up-

I am monching my second apple and offer you 🍌 *to the Zelda tune when you find a chest* BA-NA-NA-NAAAAAAAA

I am so funny I swear

Yall can thank @fanfic-fairy-fountain bc that picture of Sage is absolutely SENDING ME- I cackle every time I think about it

Sage is TotK Link!

Smut so MDNI, 18+!

Smut CW: Double trouble, threesomes, AFAB reader!, they turn it into a competition.

A Tick

Could he honestly say that he was one hundred percent okay with the way things have played out?

...No.

He was still weighing his pros and cons actually. While he adored you and wanted to show you off to the world, he probably should've thought this through just a touch more.

But the fallen hero had a way of just getting under his skin. Like a tick. Staying there and eating away at him over and over again. It was infuriating. The competitive streak in him wouldn't let him just let this go. He had to prove to this...creature, to Wild, that he was better in every single way.

Every. Single. Way.

So he introduced you to him, against his better judgement. Just to rub it in his face. You were the light of his life and Wild deserved to know that Sage had won. Just this once he had beaten the odds, gave Hylia the middle finger, and had won you.

He did not account for Wild taking as great of an interest in you as he did.

Whenever Sage turned his back, there was that failure. He started off slow and timid, like prey poking at a snare trap, but soon grew cocky. What was once just handing you a single flower that they had found on the trail soon turned into Wild handing you a bouquet of flowers that he had obviously gone out of his way to get. What was once just offering you an apple or a handful of wild berries turned into hand-crafted snacks catered to your semi-specific tastes.

And thus the tick was back.

Only it had evolved. Feeding off of him and his actions, mannerisms tuning themselves to an echo of his own just to impress you. Which just would not stand.

You were his. Mind, body and soul, you belonged to Sage. You two had a house together, had talked about getting a pet, threw around the idea of marriage, had gotten as close as two individuals could get. He had felt the way your muscles moved under him as you clawed marks up and down his back. Had felt your teeth dig into his neck in a way to muffle your cries despite the fact that they were music to his ears. Had held you as your clenched and quivered around him, dripping onto his lap as your broke beneath his touch.

Sage just had to prove this to Wild.

Wild would never amount to what Sage was. Sage was just better. Faster, stronger, smarter, he had the failure beat in every way.

Including this way.

You were hanging onto his, arms locked around his neck, as your thighs shook from where he held them. He was standing, already nestled deep within you as he glowered down at Wild. Every second he wasted was another second you were left growing more and more nervous. You were already unsure about the idea, but agreed nonetheless. Because you were oh-so benevolent and oh-so kind. Perfect in every way.

Still, you pushed you face further into his neck, panting heavily against his ear. Your fingers clenched into fists against his neck before they released, knotting themselves in his hair. He could hear your silent plea all too clearly.

"Hurry up." He snapped, watching Wild flinch. What the hold up was, he had no idea. Wild just needed to get the fuck over it. "Hesitate any longer and I won't need to worry about showing you up."

Wild bristled, but remained silent for a second, coating his shaft in a clear oil before stepping behind you. His hands hesitated before landing on your hips. He stepped closer, fiddling with something Sage couldn't see before you were gasping. Your grip tightened and he immediately hushed you, cooing soft nothings into your ear.

People called him an asshole, a heartless lunatic, maybe even a rat bastard, which was probably all true, but he would be damned before he treated you as anything other than the divinity you were.

"Keep breathing, sun flower. You're doing so well." Sage hummed, rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh. Your entire body clenched, making him suck in a breath, before you were relaxing and Wild was lowly groaning behind you.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, feeling Wild so close-- something he never thought he'd have to put up with-- but he had a point to prove.

Sage was the first to move, gently pulling out and making both you and the Tick hiss before he was pushing back in. His whispers never stopped as he spilt praise after sweet praise, all for you.

"You're doing so well, my light. Taking us both like this? Truly impressive."

"Goddess-" Wild cursed, head falling to your shoulder as his bangs fell in front of his face.

He made it too easy sometimes. Sage smirked. "Gonna burst already, road rash?"

The nickname made the other growl under his breath, lip lifting in a snarl. "You wish, No-name."

Sage's movements went from a slow and languid pace to his hips suddenly snapping against yours. Your entire body jolted as you cried out, pulling at his hair. He gently cooed at you once more. "I'm sorry, I know. I'm sorry, princess." His attention turned to the other. "I can tell just by the look on your virgin face that you're practically bursting at the seams."

"Ha-ah-" Wild quivered behind you, knuckles turning white against your hips as he moved back an inch. "'doing just fine."

"Sure, you are." His rhythmic tempo picked up once more, only tempered by Wild slowly gaining confidence with his own thrusts. "Take one of her legs."

Wild did as told, freeing one of Sage's hands so it could move to thumb at your clit. You squeezed around them once more, making both males freeze as low groans growled out of their throats.

While he wanted to prove Wild wrong, so fucking badly, you came first. Your pleasure came before either of theirs. You were his goddess, and Sage made sure Wild understood that before letting him anywhere near you.

One look over your shoulder told Sage all he needed to know about the matter and where the Tick stood on it. His eyes blazed with a familiar lust, but not one driven by the want to see how far he could push. No, this was a need to feel you cry around him, coming undone as nothing but pleasure ran like fire in your veins.

For a parasite, Wild was a quick learner. Not as fast as he was, but fast enough, as his other hand took your other thigh from Sage, freeing both of his hands.

Sage knew your body, and he knew it well. He was able to play you like a fiddle and make you sing for him, doubly so now that you couldn't close your legs to keep him out.

Sage would never like Wild. Of this he was certain. However, there was a certain amount of respect he could lend to someone just as dedicated to treating you like the Goddess you were.

Just as long as he understood who had the upper hand.

And it wasn't a measly little tick.

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kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit · 8 months

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Raven queen x gn! Reader

Prompt- the reader is Apples sibling and the two get it a argument and so reader finds Raven to comfort them and feel safe and Raven helps tremendously

(i did it a little differently but I think It's still good)

I'll be using they/them pronouns and [name] as substitute for (y/n)

Nickname used for the reader from Raven -Dove or my little dove

Angsty/ comfort

Art not mine found on pinterest

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It was afternoon in the school in ever after high,and the two siblings Apple and [name] white had been avoiding eachother since the beginning morning.

The students all around the school simply couldn't help but notice this strange behavior coming from the two, there where whispers and gossip, people where trying to figure it what wa going on between them but no one was brave enough to do so.

Not Briar oh no she was closest to Apple and she knew better than to even try to pick at what Apple was putting down "she was frowning the whole time in princess 101" Briar said to goldi who was interviewing her gasp where heard all around the schoola s everyone was intently watching

On the other side there was [name] they were more quiet than usual,and that was saying something since they were a person with a Bubbly personality much like their sister,but today seemed like a dark day for them, not a peep,not a sound the whole day

They would avoid anyone who would ask and stay silent if anyone tried to talk to them, totally mute and it terrified everyone

Then by the end of the day the two siblings had crossed paths and all of a sudden by the blinknof an eye they started a shouting match between the two

It was fiery, it was hurtful, oh godmother was it bad

And it ended up having [name] running in the middle of it tears ran down their face they couldn't hold it any longer, all this for something so dumb they had

disagreed the night before bed

It was about their destiny's,and how it was unfair that Apple had to be the one having the happy ending ulile [name]-s girlfriend Raven who they have been dating the summer before school started ,[name] loves Raven more than anything more than status they would give anything up to make her happy, they surly would at the snap of a finger

[Name] now was curled up next to a tree sobbing uncontrollably they couldn't help it the tears just cane down by themselves like unwanted guest atnyour own home, inside [name] felt hopeless could they truly even give Raven the happy ever after she deserved?

"[name]!!" A voice called out from the forest a voice [name] new very well, it was Raven coming to heir rescue like she always did for them no matter how small the issue

[Name] raisd their head from the ground and saw her, her gorgeous Purple and black hair, those confident yet loving eyes that held a secret meaning of longing for something greater, her dark lipstick that looked flawless on her and only her truly a rare beauty in [name]'s eyes "Raven" their voice was raw and weak barely able to utter their partners name

Raven rushed to their side and quickly held them in her arms, imediately they melted into her touch,her warmth was always so inviting " hey,Hey its okay dove I'm here" [name] felt a sigh of relief as if though she was right everything would be okay,but only if Raven was there to care for them "i-i don't know why she doesn't get it" they sniffled, Raven by instinct started to gently pet their head trying to eas that pain...and it did

"[Name] look at me please" they did as she said (e/c) staring into her purple ones "you don't have to say anything now okay? We can just cuddle till you have calmed down" once again they nodded and then position themselves into a more comfortable position

Raven held them on her lap and put her arms on their torso the tears that once where there seemed to have completely vanish now that she was her holding onto them as the two whee the only people in the woods just the two, Raven said nothing but sweet nothings into their ear "your amazing, I love you, you deserve everything good, I'll always will be here"

Gently Raven keep one hand on the waist and the other up to their hair which she adored, actually not just that Raven loved every single part of them, how sweet and Bubbly they where how bashful they could get how their fashion was different from her own.

All of it, all of them

Raven then kissed their cheek, a slight smile came from [name] "thank you Raven" they said in a wisper "no problem my little dove" [name] chuckled the Nickname was cute they loved it since the beginning of the relationship even before when they started as friends.

There the two where cuddled up in eachothers warmth Raven decided a litte hum wouldn't hurt, and she was right, sometimes staying in eachothers embrace is what [name] needed today and hopefully it would be one of the many things that the two would do for their happily ever after.

#ever after high x reader #raven queen x reader #fanfiction #x reader #character x reader

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julieverne · 1 year

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Jane calls at 3am sometimes. Maura has a ringtone for her, so she doesn't have to wake up and announce herself when she hears the noise. She answers and says 'hey' and listens to Jane ask over and over if she's okay.

It never occurs to her that she could ask Jane to stop, or to block Jane between midnight and 6am, because Jane is so panicked and breathless when she calls that it would be cruel to leave her alone and worried. And she also worries that if she did, Jane would wake Angela up and get her to check, or she'd send out the squad cars. Or get dispatch to call instead, or Jane herself would show up and she has a key so she'd come crashing into Maura's bedroom in the middle of the night in her singlet and shorts she sleeps in in summer, and she knows Maura sleeps in the nude.

It hasn't put a damper on Maura's social life. She didn't have one before, just a sex life. If Ian showed up, she'd turn him away. She works with the police, and while she loves him, Jane has taught Maura that she deserves better. So the phone calls don't bother Maura. It's nice to feel someone worried about her. It's nice to feel like someone cares about her so much that in the few hours they spend apart they have to check in.

But she works long hours, and one night she thinks she's plugged her phone in (she needs a new one, the battery life lasts much less time than her shifts do) but instead she's just jammed the charger against the headphone jack and fallen asleep across the bed. It's hot, and she's tired. It's an easy mistake to make.

Jane lives a twelve minute drive away at this time of night. It's 3:07am when Jane bursts into Maura's bedroom, throwing herself on the enormous bed and using two fingers to check Maura's pulse at her throat. Maura startles awake, surprised at pressure on her throat. She's plagued with nightmares too, and she struggles against the threat, tipping Jane onto the bed beneath her with one of her moves she learned in one of her martial arts classes, pressing Jane down with one hand against her chest.

Jane knows where she is, so she doesn't fight back. Maura pauses with one arm drawn back. Jane reaches for the bedside lamp and switches it on, so Maura blinks down at Jane, then up at her raised fist, then they both look down at Maura's unclad body.

Jane's eyes catch on Maura's chest, then slide further down, where Maura straddles her. Jane has a muscular, firm body beneath her skin-tight tank top, and Maura can see every muscle in her stomach contract a moment later.

It doesn't help, because a moment later Maura feels the stilted twitch from Jane's hips, Jane struggling desperately not to push up against Maura, her breath completely caught, her eyes impossibility dark. Maura looks down at her best friend, her confidante, her protector.

And she has mercy.

"Why didn't you call?" Maura asks, her voice low. Jane doesn't answer; she still hasn't drawn breath or made eye contact. Maura leans over to grab her phone, feeling part of her brush against Jane's face, and she's trying not to press down against Jane now, the hand on Jane's chest now aware of a softness she hadn't noticed when she'd thought she was being attacked.

The charger falls away and the screen stays black. Maura plugs it in and the battery icon comes on. She looks at the screen in consternation, aware vaguely that one of Jane's hands is resting over her hip to help her balance now that Maura has removed her hand from Jane's chest. Without the aircon and with the obvious rush Jane had to get over here, Jane's hand is burning hot against her bare skin, and Maura wonders for a moment the benefits of turning on the air conditioning. There's a different heat rising from beneath her, and she's not sure which of them it rises from. She presses the power button, watches as the phone boots, avoiding Jane's eyes. Jane, who is still trapped beneath her. 3:10am, 4% battery.

"I plugged it in," Maura says, rubbing her face and yawning. She turns the lamp off, lying back down, carefully pulling herself off of Jane, careful not to brush too much against her. Jane still hasn't spoken, and her breath is coming in gulped gasps. The nightmares. The reason Jane calls. "If you stayed here, you wouldn't have to call," Maura says reasonably. "It's 3am."

Out of some kind of habit Maura doesn't know - it sounds like a conditioned response, like a script, Jane says "I must be lonely."

Maura sighs. She knows she's worth more than just loneliness, and she thinks Jane's trying to shirk off her obvious response to Maura they both noticed as mere loneliness. She's aware of the signs of arousal in many species of mammals. She's been aware, vaguely, of her own response to Jane - which is normal, most women have some level of response to other women, especially when they're so attractive and affectionate and protective. She's also been aware that Jane has exhibited several signs of attraction to Maura. None had, however, been as clear as the raw admiration on Jane's face when Maura had been straddling her. The tilt of Jane's hips, pressing up into Maura. If she doesn't address it now, Jane will deny it in the morning.

"I can't help but be scared by it all sometimes," Jane whispers, and Maura wonders if Jane means her attraction to Maura or the nightmares, or the serial killers she faces or the sad, tragic deaths they face every day. But Jane wraps her arms around Maura, and Maura is too weak to challenge her when she's being soft enough to hold Maura the way she asks to be held when someone tries to kill her without having to be asked. If she turns around now and kisses Jane, Jane might let her, or she might run out into the night. And while Maura doesn't mind one night stands, her nudity implies that they'd be free and clear to consummate. But she wants more from Jane. She doesn't want to fall asleep sated but uncertain that Jane would be there in the morning. She wants to know that Jane would mean it. Maura knows whatever they do together would be amazing, but she knows Jane would withdraw, be ashamed of her want. She'll be a little homophobic - not to Maura, but to herself. This isn't the way to start a relationship with Jane, and Maura wants a relationship with Jane more than she wants to attend to the throbbing want Jane's burning hands over her ribs has awakened.

That Jane hasn't mentioned Maura's state of undress and is holding her regardless is a good sign. Jane shifts behind Maura, and the press of her soft cotton against Maura's bare skin is so comforting. It feels like acceptance. Like Jane has grown up a little bit. She hasn't asked Maura to dress, and she's not pulling away. She wants to ensure Maura is safe and comfortable more than she wants to deny that she enjoys Maura's body.

"I'm okay," Maura tells Jane, noticing only now that Jane hasn't asked her usual question. Jane chuckles behind her, her thumb running over the ridge of Maura's ribs. "I'm better than okay, now that you're here."

And outside, it starts raining.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles ficlet #rizzles fanfic

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Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈

My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI

My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy

Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself

Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...

Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it

Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now

A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding

A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski

An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.

Favorite picture:

this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul :re #tgre #kaneki ken #sasaki haise

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rosenallies · 11 months

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may i request #3 for the drag racer au im obsessed with them 🥰

This is kind of a follow up to this if you haven’t read it and would like to :)

Cw for mommy issues </3

3. “Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.”

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For years, Anetra pushed away any pain her mother had caused her. She avoided the thought of the woman who resembled her so much by getting high off the feeling of racing. At first, she enjoyed the feeling of raving because it felt as though if she drove fast enough, she could escape her mother entirely. But running from your problems, even in a state of the art racecar never worked the way you wished it would.

Years after the last time she saw her mother she found solace in something other than going fast, but in other people, Sasha and Marcia to be exact. They gave her everything she could ever ask for in a partner, they were loving and caring and cheered louder for her at her races than anyone else ever had. But even they couldn’t make her forget completely about her mother. The only hope she had was reconciling with the woman, and she thought maybe she was lucky when her mother reached out, only for it to turn into a mess within an hour.

She went home to Sasha and Marcia and fell into their arms until they calmed her, but the pain still crept it’s way back in the middle of the night when Sasha and Marcia were both asleep peacefully in bed beside her.

Feeling the same panic rising in her chest as before, she crept from the bed and into the en-suite bathroom, locking the door behind her before slicing down to the floor, knees tucked to her chest. She specifically remembers being in this same position in her childhood home, trying to block out her mother’s words about her being a failure and a disappointment. She breifly wishes she could go back in time and comfort young Anetra but how could she when present day Anetra couldn’t block out to sound of her mother’s voice saying things you could never expect a mother to say to her own children. Present day Anetra was just as frightened as young Anetra.

Anetra didn’t know how long she sat there, her bottom becoming numb on the tile floor when a knock sounded at the bathroom door, pulling her from her wallowing.

“Netra? Are you okay in there?” Marcia said, sounding worried.

“I’m fine,” she replied, “I’ll be out in a second.”

One thing Anetra never expected about Marcia when they first met was how perceptive they were. Just by the sound of her voice, Marcia could tell she wasn’t fine.

“You’re not fine. Please talk to me. I need to know you’re alright.”

Sighing, Anetra unlocked the door and let Marcia come in on their own.

“Oh Neech,” they cooed, dropping to their knees beside her, “what’s wrong?”

There was no use in lying, Anetra knew Marcia would be able to tell within a second. “I-it’s my mom again, I just,” she took a shaky breath, trying not to melt down again, “I just don’t understand why she’d reach out if she didn’t- if she wasn’t-“

“It’s okay, I understand what you mean, I don’t think it was fair of her. You deserve so much more than that.”

“I hate that it still affects me this much to this day. Will I ever be able to let it go, Marc? Will I ever be able to see a mother and daughter holding hands in public without wanting to scream? Will I ever be able to not see her in my dreams every night? Will I?”

Marcia sighed deeply, an ache in their chest. They grew up with a mother that loved and accepted them the way they were so they didn’t have the answer Anetra was looking for. Though, Sasha didn’t either and she related more to the struggles Anetra had with her family. “I don’t know, love, I really don’t. I wish I did, but you know what? I’m here for you through it all and I know Sasha is too. We’re both here through every feeling, every up and down and everything else in between.”

They laced their fingers with Anetra’s, stroking over the back of her hand with their thumb. “You can’t get rid of us at this point.”

Anetra giggled, hiding her red cheeks in Marcia’s shoulder. “Thank you, Marcia. I love you.”

Marcia kissed her forehead, lips lingering. “I love you too.”

#drag racer au #prompt request

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zonerobotnik · 9 months

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There are some ships I've seen art of that I would like to know your thoughts about.

Hugo x Nuru

Hugo x Rapunzel

Varian x Kiera

Stalyan x Caine

Rapunzel x Nuru

Hector x Zhan Tiri

Quirin x Ariana

Gothel x Cyrus

My personal opinions? Ooookaaaay. HugoxNuru - Kind of cute, but I hc that Hugo is strictly gay, not bi. He more sees her as a little sister once they grow past the "annoying princess/stubborn ex-thief" stage. HugoxRapunzel - Same with Nuru, I hc him to be gay, not bi. I know some people hc him as pansexual, but I personally think he's only into guys. Anyways, I could see him tolerating Rapunzel's happy-go-lucky nature as a friend, but he would need to excuse himself to take a break from it after a while. VarianxKiera - Again, sibling relationship, not romantic. Kiera never showed the same interest in him that Catalina did beyond messing with his inventions and teasing him along with Lance. StalyanxCaine - Okay, this I am listening to. Especially fun if you go with my hc that Eugene briefly dated Lady Caine, so they can share stories about how much of a selfish lover he was and show each other how selfless THEY can be in bed. RapunzelxNuru - Okay, uhm...first of all, Nuru is TWELVE when Rapunzel is eighteen. That's a literal preteen, that is Dipper and Mabel age, that is Yong age. Would you ship Varian and Yong? No. That's gonna be a big age-up for Nuru, or Rapunzel is really looking at robbing cradles, as if fourteen-year-old Varian isn't young enough. Secondly, with how sheltered she is, to the point of not even coming to the Contest of the Crowns, I doubt Rapunzel and Nuru would ever meet before Rapunzel is already married to Eugene. I think they could be pretty good friends, though. She seems to get along better with younger princesses than ones her own age, if the comics are any indication with Princess Narcissa compared to the Contest of the Crowns. HectorxZhanTiri - As if Gothel isn't bad enough? What's with all these old ladies going for Hector? What would Zhan Tiri even get out of messing with Hector? I don't ship it, she wouldn't bother with him.

QuirinxArianna - ...Why? He barely acknowledges her existence in canon and has more history with Frederic. The only reason I can see him going for her is as a middle-finger to Fred, but we got adult Varian to do that and she doesn't deserve that anyway.

GothelxCyrus - Donella will burn that cradle-robbing witch to the GROUND if she lays a HAND on her little brother! Yes, I hc that they are brother and sister and he was with them for the Trials before as support and works with his sister after they, uh, went their separate ways from Ulla at the Eternal Library.

But, these are just my personal opinions, based on my headcanons and lore, and you don't have to share them or agree.

#ask zone stuff

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theirtheretheyre · 1 year

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I posted 11,111 times in 2022

That's 1,347 more posts than 2021!

2,589 posts created (23%)

8,522 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 4,860 of my posts in 2022

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#theres a very clear line in nick’s head from ‘this girl asked me out’ to ‘her dog died’ but theres a few bits of context that you forget-

My Top Posts in 2022:

i just really like yahaba being more batshit than kyoutani bc kyoutani is more of a “all bark no bite” guy, he looks like he’ll rip you a new one but he just wants people to stop bothering him and has a really mean resting face, but his boyfriend? oh sure yahaba looks like a polite harmless boy at first, but underneath that nice exterior, hes fucking feral. he had a behavior chart in elementary school, he literally threw his boyfriend against a wall and yelled at him in the middle of a game, he says he’ll rip your throat out and he means it

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art for the haikyu!! x v.league all star special match

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do you think bokuto knew about the first time akaashi saw him and that being the reason he went to fukurodani or did he find that out when they exchanged wedding vows

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My #1 post of 2022

consent is important and not just with adults in a sexual context! i have a lot of little cousins and neighbors, and i always ask before picking them up or hugging them! and if they dont want to be touched, i let them know its okay! one of my cousins always wants me to pick her up as soon as i see her, but usually wants to be put down after a bit, so i do. sometimes one of the neighbors only wants to do a fistbump, so we just do a fistbump. another one of my cousins is really iffy about touch, so i always ask before holding his hand or sitting down next to him, and if he says no, then i dont do it! even before they can talk, babies and toddlers can communicate about touch, and they deserve to have that respected!!!!!

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cursingtoji · 3 years

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𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊

FEATURING>> Choso, Yuuta, Yuuji, Toge & Megumi

WARNINGS>> suggestive, gn!reader. the usual blah blah tattoo awareness

PART 1 >>gojo, geto, toji, sukuna | M.List

𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔

✧ this man himself is the tattoo artist

✧ and a lot of people come to him to get their lover's name inked on them

✧ he tried to talk them out of it a couple of times

✧ but they always seem so happy afterwards

✧ so he decided to do the same

✧ the thing is

✧as a tattoo artist choso already has the greatest part of his skin marked

✧ but there was one available space

✧ one he could actually tattoo himself…

✧ you thought it was weird your boyfriend didn't try to make a move on you for a few weeks

✧ until one day he just stopped at the bathroom door frame in nothing but a towel around his waist and damp hair after he had a shower

✧ you look up from your book to see his pose against the frame laughing and asking "what?"

✧ then he just dropped the towel

✧ along with your jaw

✧ because there it was your name on his pretty dick

✧ and now it was nearly healed

✧ why don’t you show him how much you loved it ;)

𝖄𝖚𝖚𝖙𝖆

❀ precious bby Yuuta

❀ he didn’t plan on having many tattoos

❀ at some point he decided to get one that meant something for him

❀ then another, then another…

❀ anyways there’s still not many of them for Yuuta to be considered “heavily tattooed”

❀ the occasion that made him think about it was your upcoming anniversary

❀ he would stare at showcases for hours looking for the perfect gift

❀ until he stopped at a tattoo studio

❀ And remembered how much you love his tats

❀ always tracing them with the tip of your fingers when you’re laying on his chest

❀ so he got in and asked for your name on the inner side of his forearm, but the artist suggested that he put another element since that part was completely free

❀ And together they came up with a similar design of his sword that would fit that area nicely

❀ with your pretty name inside the blade

❀ now you demand cuddles so you can trace your new fav tattoo of his when he spoons you

𝖄𝖚𝖚𝖏𝖎

☆ as an opposite of yuuta, yuuji would get tattoos for fun

☆ like tats from his fav movies

☆ or quotes

☆ once he showed up with wilson from cast away on his arm and megumi questioned if he would ever get something meaningful on his skin

☆ ouch

☆ he knows megumi was only being a meanie

☆ but it did make him think

☆ he should get something meaningful

☆ like his beloved s/o name!

☆ but that alone is not enough, is it?

☆ for the following weeks yuuji tried to get some hint from you

☆ he would propose some movie nights in order to find something you liked and that he could put along your name

☆ you watched all rom coms that existed

☆ yuuji found the one when you were watching lord of the rings for the 23873th time

☆ the way you sighed lovely when arwen said 'I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.'

☆ yuuji smiled so widely at this

☆ thankfully you were laying on his lap and didn’t see it

☆ he picked up his phone and schedule an appointment for the next morning (with choso)

☆ then he came home with a loud ta da! flexing his bicep

☆ that quote beautifully fitting his muscle and your name under it in a pretty delicate font

☆ that shut megumi up :)

𝕿𝖔𝖌𝖊

✼ precious boi ™

✼ but also secret menace ™

✼ tattooed toge would express himself towards the art on his body

✼ which includes a ‘bitch’ on his palm so he can just do like ✋

✼ toge would secretly have a naked silhouette that looks like you hidden in the middle of his other tats

✼ he would also have way too many pandas

✼ every important person of his life got some kind of tattoo on him

✼ it’s his way to show love okay

✼ yes a hedgehog as megumi is the way he chose to show love

✼ but you’re his special one

✼ so you deserve something more

✼ and he still had a lot of space

✼ out of all the free space he chose the place below his belly button (pelvis?) with your name and little lipstick mark because ....ya know

✼ and let’s say that shocked some of his friends

✼ somehow that became a joke between you and toge so he would often tap his lips and points down

✼ and you just have to get down and kiss your name on his pelvis

✼ whatever that leads to… it’s just a consequence ;)

𝕸𝖊𝖌𝖚𝖒𝖎

♡ i like to dream of megumi looking up to toji

♡ with a heavily tattooed dad megumi would dream of getting tats since he was a lil gumi

♡ before gumi was even legal he would have tattoos already

♡ thx to dad

♡ mom why u beating dad

♡ but he thinks a lot before getting a tattoo

♡ he’s extremely aware that those will be on his skin forever

♡ he researches a lot of artists before choosing the one with the best set of skills for that specific design

♡ and he came across you for a design you would do often

♡ you bond so well, every other tattoo he had an idea of he came to you to do it

♡ it was inevitable you two starting to date

♡ and you would always tell him funny stories about how your clients would come in to get their partner’s name tattooed and afterwards you give them your card in case they wanted to cover it in the future

♡ that made megumi wonder

♡ he always thought that inking some else’s name on you was dumb because if you break up their name will stay there for good

♡ so why does he keep thinking about how good your name would look under his collar bone?

♡ one day you got a call scheduling a name tattoo for the last available time of your woking day

♡ you were confused when gumi showed up, the shop was empty except for your coworkers

♡ gumi sat on your chair saying he was the one that would get the name tattoo and you would be the one doing it :)

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #choso x reader #toge x reader #itadori x reader #megumi x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader #.jjk tattooed

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𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

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Pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,507

Warning: SMUT!! (18+), use of toys, handcuffs, vibrators, mild bondage.

Summary: written for @celestialbarnes' 4k writing challenge with the prompt 'handcuffs'. congrats raachel! you deserve it love ♡. bucky came home from a mission and found a toy in your drawer that kept you satisfied while he was away. he decided to take advantage of it.

a/n: it's been awhile since i wrote a filthy one shot. enjoy! please leave a like, comment and reblog! :)

You stood in the middle of the room, anticipating his return. “Stay here and don’t move,” he whispered in your left ear, awakening the chills that ran down your spine. You only nodded in response and obeyed him. Your thoughts were racing, eager to find out what he had in store for you. Bucky had always had a way to keep things exciting in the bedroom, but this time, he took it to another level and you didn’t know whether you should be nervous or thrilled. (Thrilled, you were mostly thrilled.)

Since you began dating him, you learned that Bucky could be intense and passionate in making love. He tended to be more dominant, but he always had his limits and he’d never let himself hurt you. Until one night, you were reading an erotic novel while he was away on a mission and you needed something to relieve yourself, so you utilized that buzzing toy you kept in your drawer but never had the chance to play with (why would you when you have the sexiest and most generous lover?) and lost yourself in the fantasy of you and Bucky doing the scenario that the two characters were doing in that page.

Bucky found that toy a few days later once he came home and he was looking for his key and he had you pinned on the mattress that night for three hours. The next day, you and he were cuddling on the couch only in your underwear and you nervously told him about a fantasy you had while he was gone. Bucky was initially ambivalent about it, but the more he thought about it and the more you assured him that you were okay with it, that you wanted it, the more interested he was in the idea.

So here you were, staring at the wall, bare and cold from the air conditioner of the room, waiting in the dark, the only thing that illuminated your view was the city lights and the moon from the window. You were worried that Bucky changed his mind but Bucky was a man of his words and he was willing to try new things with you. Including- no, no, especially sexual activities.

You heard his footsteps from behind you and you couldn’t help but tingle from his presence. You wanted to turn your head to look at him but you didn’t want to disobey him. He stopped in front of you, his darkened eyes looked into yours as he took one of your hands and locked something around it. You looked down and saw that a pair of old prisoner handcuffs hung from both of your wrists now.

Bucky slightly pushed you back until the back of your legs hit the bottom of the bed, and he brought your hands up so he could attach the chains of the handcuffs to the wooden rod that was part of the bedframe. Once the chains were securely attached, Bucky stared into your eyes and kissed you deeply, his mouth devouring yours, tangling both of your tongues.

He backed away to admire the work of art in front of him, exposed and vulnerable just for him. His heart swelled with pride to know that only he could touch and see you this way. Bucky walked closer to you again and he pulled down the one last item that was still clothing your body and it was the black lace thong you bought a month ago at Victoria’s Secret.

Your legs stepped out of the thong once it hits the floor and Bucky brought it to his nose, inhaling your scent that intoxicated him. Watching him smell your underwear made you breathless, it was so lewd yes so fucking sexy. Bucky put it in the pocket of his sweatpants, then he reached for something on the bed and it was the vibrator that led to this moment. You were flustered and your eyes dilated, you truly never expected Bucky to ever use it on you.

You could see the smirk on his face at your reaction, oh how you wanted to wipe that smug sneer off his face but it only turns you on even more. The hold this man had on you…

Bucky turned on the magic wand and the sound of buzzing made you dizzy. He pressed it to your clit, making you whimper at the way it stimulates your cunt. He pushed it further into you and moved it up and down in your vagina, making you squirm. You tried to shut your legs but he slapped your butt, not too hard but just enough to alert you. “I didn’t tell you to close them,” he warned.

You could only mewl in response, you closed your eyes and let him toy your arousal as your thighs began to shake. He dialled up the speed, bringing you closer to the edge. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you yet you’re already a shaking mess,” he chuckled. “Now I understand why you love this thing. Seems like I can make you wet without even laying a finger on you, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, Bucky please…”

“Are you close, baby?” he sultrily whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, making you gasp. “Does my baby wanna cum already?”

“Yes, I’m so close, Buck…” you pathetically whined.

He chuckled, then he dialled up the speed to maximum and his other flesh hand made its way into your hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, allowing him to have easier access into your throat. He bit your sensitive spot, leaving a small bruise there as you cried out from your orgasm. The vibrator was still buzzing between your legs as you began to come down from your high, then Bucky turned it off and threw it on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn to make you cum,” he stripped himself out of the sweatpants and his boxer and kicked them aside on the floor. His thick cock sprung free, glistening with pre-cum that always made you want to wrap your lips around it. He stroked his cock a few times and then kissed you slovenly, leaving you breathless once again. He didn’t waste any time in hosting your thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He used your wetness as lube to make it easier for him to slide in. When he was slick enough from your juices, Bucky lined his cock to your entrance, then he pushed inside until he was fully sheathed by your walls. He groaned in your ear, giving you time to adjust to his size. Bucky started with a slow pace, moving his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts. Once your moans grew louder, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair and kissed you as he fucked you harder.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good around me,” you wailed as his cock brushed your sweet spot, causing your head to spin. You looked down to see where your bodies were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared in and out of you. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, making the knot in your abdomen tight. His metal arm that was on your hip made its way to your front, finding your clit and he rubbed it in circles furiously, making you clench around him.

Bucky groaned as he kept dominating your mouth and you could feel your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, unable to think of anything else but him. Your thighs shook and your toes curled, the echoes of your cries were music to his ears. A few more hard pounds, and you felt your climax approaching, making you feel hazy. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” his voice, his touch and his cock drove you off the edge, the tightening coil in your stomach shattered as you screamed in pleasure, your orgasm hits you like waves of ecstasy, making you see stars.

Bucky snapped his hips vigorously and then he followed you to a place of euphoria, spilling himself deep in your womb, painting your walls in white. You both panted as he was still buried in you, Bucky kissed you once again to calm you down but this time, it was soft and sensual, instead of dominating. Once you began to regain composure from the aftershocks of pleasure, Bucky retreated himself out of you and he unchained the cuffs from the wooden bar and unlocked them off you.

“Are you okay?” he huskily questioned as he held you close to his chest, kissing your temple.

“More than okay.” you smiled, weary yet satisfied. Feeling safe in the arms of your lover who was glistening from sweat as you were. The warmth of his body soothed you.

“Let’s clean you up, hm?”

“Yeah, but afterwards… Maybe some tacos? That really drained me but now I’m famished,” you looked up at him, smiling contently at the man who just made you writhe.

“Sure. Anything for you, baby doll.”

tagging some of my favorite writers; @celestialbarnes @jobean12-blog @buckyblues @starsvck @sebstan-simp @saiyanprincessswanie @extremelyblackandwhite @cjsinkythoughts @baezen @balenciagabucky @onceuponabarnes @notborkybarnes @bucksbestgirl @badassbuchanan @wannabeschyulersister @golden-barnes @buckys-black-dress @buckybarnesplumwhore @chris-butt @fairytaleseb

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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What do you think about Nicki? On the one hand I don’t like how he and Louis are often conflated as ‘twins’ (although that’s largely due to AR) since both are uniquely their own person despite their similarities and Lestat definitely having a type. I also believe Lestat genuinely loved Nicki and even though that relationship was probably never one built to last, I also think Lestat never wanted him to die and felt real remorse over it (the trauma of that relationship clearly spilled into his ‘marriage’ with Louis) and would always love him as his first love. It just makes me sad they couldn’t amicably part or have any sort of closure. Sorry I just get sad over Nicki lol

(Okay this is my second time writing this after the hellsite ate it so it's probably not going to be quite as insanely long, but here you go! Maybe that was Tumblr nerfing me for talking too damn much)

God NICKI. I am always crying in the club over Nicki.

First of all, like you said, I absolutely do not see Nicki and Louis as interchangeable. They are both clearly Lestat's infamous Type (sad, rich, intellectual brunette with a drinking problem), but I think Lestat sums up the difference between them pretty well in TVL and IWTV, which I'll get to later.

To start off, Lestat is clearly drawn to men who are a foil to himself, and he seems to seek out partners who will need him (Nicki touches on this a bit when he talks about how much he needs Lestat's "light", his joy and optimism) and I don't think that's a coincidence. Lestat has a deep need to BE needed, and I think Nicki filled that niche for him. He also has what I would diagnose as I Can Fix Him Syndrome and it's terminal, so again, sad, morbid, angry Nicki was the perfect person for baby Lestat to fall for.

Nicki was absolutely Lestat's first love and I think it was mutual too. There are so many heartbreakingly romantic moments between them, and the chapters of TVL with the two of them as mortals is one of my favorite parts of VC. It's so lovely and bittersweet, the perfect portrait of starry-eyed young love. They were both robbed of their innocence by inside and outside forces, and that's heartbreaking to witness as a reader. They deserved better.

I think what was truly devastating for Lestat was not that it ended, but HOW it ended. We can see their relationship beginning to sour even before Magnus, but it's only after that Lestat (and the reader) really gets why. During the turning, Lestat sees the darkness that Nicki had always described to him and finally understands that the problem is not that Nicki doesn't see his own light, but that he doesn't have it. It's not part of his worldview, he doesn't even have a frame of reference for understanding Lestat. They are fundamentally, essentially, different creatures who, for whatever reason, don't have the common ground necessary to support a relationship.

Nicki is propelled through life by the chip on his shoulder. He wants to get back at his family either by being the best violinist to rub it in their face or to crash and burn to give his father the middle finger. It's his bitterness and anger that moves him forward and it's the lens through which he understands the world. At best, he looks for "good art and bad art" and wants to claw his way up out of spite, whereas Lestat measures his own creation not by quantifiable objectives but by how much happiness it brings, the good it does. That illustrates the larger rift between them pretty well, and I don't think they ever had the ability to truly empathize with or relate to each other. There was love there, but that's not enough.

It's not really Nicki's fault for being the way he is, and I don't think he's a bad person. A lot of his behavior and thought patterns feel like mental illness, though I couldn't say what specifically (@sofipitch any thoughts, psych queen?) and that's simply part of what makes him tragic. Maybe in another time, his story would've ended differently and he could've had a life with Lestat. As it was though, love wasn't sufficent to hold them together through that disconnect, especially after the turning. I feel like becoming a vampire makes these characters more of what they are, the good and the bad. Any possible chance Lestat and Nicki had at making it work as humans was destroyed by Magnus.

As you said, so many of the problems Louis and Lestat face in their relationship stem, at least in part, from Nicki. Lestat's controlling behavior feels like a manifestation of his abandonment issues. His desire for Louis to be dependent on him reads like a response to Nicki's rejection of him once he was no longer needed. Even Lestat's aggressive insistence that Louis stop sulking, enjoy vampire life and stop being miserable seem like a desperate attempt to stop history from repeating itself, especially since we know Lestat was very aware of their similarities.

Where I think Louis and Nicki diverge, and what makes Lestat compatible with Louis in a way he wasn't with Nicki, is that worldview I mentioned. I'll refer to this post I made about Louis as an optimist for more of what I think about him specifically, but for now I'll just say that Louis, despite surface similarities, is actually much more similar to Lestat than Nicki when it comes to their outlook on life. In TVL, Lestat describes Louis as having a softness to him, a kind of love for the human experience and a reverence for the world that Nicki lacked. We can see that in Lestat too right from the beginning and it's a huge part of his character, but it runs deeper than just personality. It informs his actions, his beliefs, how he interacts with the world.

It's the same for Louis. All of his sadness and existential angst aside, it's still those same ideas that drive him, the hope for goodness and for happiness in whatever form it takes. Surface personality traits aside, he and Lestat can very much understand each other on that level once they give it a chance. Louis is different from Nicki in the way that really counts, and that softness, that optimism, that Lestat-like worldview, is why Nicki went into the fire within a year or two and Louis survived two centuries without even going underground. It's also why he can understand Lestat and Lestat can understand him in spite of their other differences.

I'm going to put a pin in discussing Nicki's death because I have a whole meta post planned. I'll say for now that I don't think it's suggested in any explicit way in the narrative that he wanted Nicki dead, but I still have some reasons why I think that's a possible reading. I also totally agree that Lestat loved Nicki and genuinely grieved for him. That was still his first love and the one he thought he'd share his life with, the one who was there for the best and some of the worst times of his life. I think Lestat will always have love for Nicki.

(Not to plug my own shit, but I talk in-depth about literally all of this Nicki stuff as well as Louis and Lestat's personal outlooks on life and philosophy in chapters 8 & 9 respectively of my current fic, so if anyone is interested in that, there you go! 18k of this discussion in prose form.)

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Warning : A very cute Diluc try not to get Heart attack, NSFW, yandere themes, possessiveness, I do not support such behavior it's purely for entertainment purpose, if you are sensitive to such content than refrain yourself from reading it, Art belong to respective owners.

Look at him how cute he is! My heart

✥⚜✥ It's weekend, sun still waiting to come out to greet everyone and chill cold air surrounded you as you groaned and get dressed in peach coloured blouse and black high waisted pencil skirt which was cut off in the middle of your thighs for a meeting that was set by your Boss for some important project. Since you have prepared everything with your hard work, you wanted to arrive as early as possible to give your best impression to let them see that you are capable of becoming a leader.

✥⚜✥ You looked towards the love of your life Diluc sleeping peacefully, He looks so cute like this I wish I could stay and enjoy this weekend with him, you thought while removing red strands from his pretty gorgeous face. Hoping that he doesn't miss you too much after working so hard for almost a week he definitely deserves to have some rest, you cooked his favorite meal and wrote 'Babe I am sorry I have some important meeting to attend I have to go, your favorite meal is prepared have a good day I will come home by evening', you wrote on a sticking paper and placed it on the table besides bed.

✥⚜✥ Diluc might run out to find you if you don't do this and will die worrying about you, as you smiled at least you don't have any complain like other girls have from their husbands. You kissed his forehead before making your way out of your room not before giving him a last glace. Suddenly you felt long slender fingers warped around your right wrist stopping you from going outside the room, you turned back seeing, Diluc half asleep rubbing his eyes to adjust the vision.

✥⚜✥ Where.........where are you going?",he said in his deep hoarse voice 'good thing' you thought, it's better to inform him face to face. "I have some meetings to attend right now", he looked at the time and turned towards you, looking up at you with his puppy eyes. "It's so early why does your boss always calls you, you and I work all the week and then the last thing your boss does is to take you from me, arranging some meetings", Diluc felt somewhat sad and angry why does your jerk boss keep on calling you? He is taking all of your time which is rightfully his, if only he could stop you but it's your happiness that allows him to let you do your dream job.

✥⚜✥ "Babe don't say that it's mandatory for everyone to attend today's meeting not just me", your answer made his face sour as he hugged your waist and put his face on your stomach, "No you can take leave for today I want to stay with you, I am so tired not being able to spend time with you no you can't leave me all alone if you wanna go then take me with you I am coming too". "You have to understand I will come early alright". He hugged you even tighter refusing to let you go "Last time you said that too but you didn't come early, are you leaving because I ate your (favorite snacks) then I am really sorry please forgive me", his voice sounded like he could cry anytime, everyone wants to take you away from him should he just lock you up so that you could only love him and give all your time to him. Your daily work kept you separated from him and now even in weekends, he can whine like a kid if it can make you stay.

✥⚜✥ "Diluc baby I forgave you for that already, besides you brought so many that I can't even eat all of them alone" you said while patting his head soft hoping it calms him down. "Then it must be because I haven't been able to give you enough time and love that you wanna run away from me, are you upset from me?, I will try my best, it's all my fault please forgive me I will accept everything just don't go please", then he finally looked at you, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, just what was he thinking all this time. "Babe I only love Diluc and no other men okay", "If you love me then you must stay we can do many things please don't go", at this point Diluc kept his head at the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet smell occasionally peaking your skin, still holding you tight not wanting to let you go.

✥⚜✥ "Y/N are you sure you going home we just started celebrating", one of your colleagues stoped you since your team got the leading project and everyone wanted to celebrate. "I have to, it will be dark soon", you arrived in your residence parking the car in the parking lot. You pressed the ring bell hopping Diluc won't be angry from you since you weren't able to keep your promise. Not even a second passed and door was opened, to your surprise Diluc grabbed you waist, greet you with his lips touching yours and pulled you inside while closing the door with his other hand. His passionate kiss was filled with desperation and longing and refused to depart from you but instead Diluc pulled you closer with your back against the wall.

✥⚜✥ "You said you will make up to me how are you planning on doing that?", his smirk smirk lightly causing your to go red "When did I said that?", he placed his lips against your neck and spoke making you to shiver in his embrace. Diluc strong arms holded your body close as if it's your last, was he sad your intention wasn't to hurt him, you got distracted from your thoughts when suddenly when Diluc bite your neck interlocking his finger with your and pressing himself against you causing your breathe to get uneven, his long soft hair giving you a ticklish feeling, his waist and legs touched your now completely inseparable.

✥⚜✥ Diluc started leaving purple hickeys on your neck marking you since he could smell others cologne coming from you, his jealously reaching heights. How can you be so cruel to leave and forget about him, it can't be your fault you always try to give him your time even if you are tired it's always them, they are being curel on you, he did everything to make you join his company, then you both will together anytime but you rejected continuously since you want to get the job with your own efforts. Diluc pulled away from the work he was doing, making you look at his face dusted with light pick color across his cheeks eyes filled with immense love and lust glittering heart shaped, telling that you can't have your way out.

✥⚜✥You pressed your lips against his soft pink lips gently, Diluc seemed shocked a bit but was soon to caught up with you slipping his tongue inside your mouth exploring, for a second you felt his smiling against your lips happily and you warped your hands around his neck. Diluc bend down to grab your thighs and lift you up making you warp your legs around his waist and kissed you against wall before taking you to bedroom "I suppose you ain't walking tommorow".

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