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sanjoongie · 1 year

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FFF~ Day 13

♡Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: Incubus ♡Word Count: 953 ♡Warnings: edging, fingering, mirror kink, denied orgasm, dacryphilia, m dom/f sub dynamics ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Nipple Play, JYH | Next Day~ Dom and Sub, CS/KHJ ♡Dedication~@downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

The lewd noises that were coming from your bedroom should have come as a warning to anyone who thought making a deal with an incubus when they were horny was a good idea.

Jongho’s fingers effortlessly fucked your pussy, three fingers deep now, considering how wet and fucked out you were. There was white noise playing in your brain at this point. All you could focus on was the pleasure that was emanating from your lower half. You were practically a full course meal for Jongho right now. And he hadn't even made you come yet.

“Look at your pussy taking these fingers like it’s nothing,” Jongho purred into your ear.

You shook your head, panting. Jongho took his free hand and turned your head towards the mirror that typically you used to see if your outfit worked for that day. Instead, it was being used against you. Jongho had your legs spread, his body framing yours, and wanted you to watch how much you were an eager little slut for him.

“Look,” He insisted.

Your chest was heaving, your pussy juices were pouring from your legs like a goddamn hentai film, and your expression was so fucked out, you almost didn’t recognize your own damn self. You whimpered and attempted to move your head again.

Jongho wasn’t having it. He kept a firm hold of your chin, fingers thrusting into your poor, sopping cunt. “You’re being such a good little morsel for me,” He continued to praise you, in his own way. “The sexual energy radiating off of you could feed me for weeks.”

“Jongho,” You squirmed, looking for him to speed up the pace.

Jongho chuckled darkly. “It’s only going to be more of a disappointment if I take you there, only to take it away.”

“Fuck me harder,” You whined anyway. You wanted release even though in the back of your mind you knew Jongho was going to milk this for as long as he could before your mind broke from never climaxing.

Your cute little ruffled collar and thigh highs only made the picture more perfect. “Such a good little sex slave for me, hmmm?” He nosed the skin behind your ear endearingly. “You look good enough to eat.”

You dry-sobbed at the thought of Jongho eating you out. You knew that wasn’t going to happen, he wanted to monitor you more closely, to see what the edges of your limits were. It was important, the first time feeding from a mortal, that he see just how far they could go.

“Harder!” You urged with a tilt of your hips. “Faster!”

“It’s funny that you think you’ll get what you want by demanding it,” Jongho drawled.

He immediately withdrew his fingers, only to slap your pussy. It didn’t matter; even that stimulation had you crying out. It was better than the same pace Jongho had been fucking you with. The slap was a sharp jolt that felt so good against your swollen clit that you gasped in happiness. Jongho frowned. Giving you that sudden pleasure had not been his intention, he had meant it to punish you.

“More!” You begged, wriggling your ass against the constant hard-on pressed up against you.

Jongho slapped you again and your lower half almost came off the bed, it felt so good to you. His frown deepened. “What kind of line have you crossed over where pain is pleasure for you now?”

“Jongho,” You pleaded, “I wanna come!”

When Jongho slipped two fingers into you, crooking them in a come-hither motion to touch your g spot, you cried out. The pads of his fingers began to tap tap tap against the spongy surface there but at a rate that wasn’t going to get you anywhere any time soon.

“Jong-ho!” You said his name in two deliberate syllables.

Jongho had had enough with your demands. He had warned you and now he was going to show you what happened to little morsels of food that offered themselves up and didn’t play by his rules. He began to jackhammer those two fingers into your hole. He stuck his other fingers in your mouth to shut you up. Your tongue swirled around the fingers in your mouth, desperate for any stimulation that you could receive. Your orgasm went from a steady line to a sharp incline. Your heart soared in hope as your climax built as Jongho’s fingers pounded into you mercilessly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chanted around his fingers, the whine in your voice emulating the anticipation you felt for finally experiencing your climax.

And then it was all taken away from you as Jongho removed the fingers from your cunt and your mouth.

That was when the tears started to pour down your cheeks in disappointment. You sobbed his name, bottom lip trembling and thighs shaking as you came down from the almost-high. You were a strong girl, Jongho knew that. You were stubborn and persistent. If you were crying, this was your limit.

“There, there,” Jongho cooed. He captured your tears with the backs of his fingers and drank them down as well. “You’ve done so well for me. Don’t you feel good knowing that you fed me so much, I’m practically bursting with nourishment?”

Your sharp takes of breath slowed down as your sobs began to die. “Really?”

“Course!” Jongho reassured you. His gummy smile was reflected in the mirror in front of you.

“Will you stuff me with your cock now?” You asked, hiccuping softly.

Jongho pushed your hair behind your ear, to whisper into the shell of it. “I’m full now, might as well fill you up too.”

You shivered delicately. Finally, you were going to get what you wanted.

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Nipple Play, JYH | Next Day~ Dom and Sub, CS/KHJ

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gditrisha · 8 months

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Constancy | part 1 The Commitment

PAIRING: miguel o'hara x fem!reader / afab!reader GIST: Pinterest Boards, Wedding Expos, and all that jazz! Fem!Reader / AFAB!Reader is having a field day sharing her Dream Wedding to her husband-to-be. TAGS: established relationship, discreet proposal, marriage preparations, fluffy, domestic, wedding au TRISHA NOTES: aside from my writing, i designed some visuals and moodboards to make these imagines as immersive as possible! CONSTANCY SERIES | WRITING MASTERLIST

Imagine one day Miguel initiated a conversation you'd least expect - he asks you about your "dream wedding". let's just say he once caught you peacefully curled up on the couch, remote still in hand with the TV auto-playing wedding planning videos it's taken over your algorithm, it is full of it

"Really???" you beamed then immediately retrieved your tablet, showed him your Pinterest Board, and had an absolute field day just explaining why certain details would work best

Miguel finds it adorable how your "Dream Wedding" Pinterest board is organized. He's amazed how everything is categorized with pics from attire such as rich-toned suits to dainty bridal gowns and bridesmaid dresses as well as different possible motifs, venues, venue styling, and table settings

You find it so sweet of Miguel to involve himself in the conversation, "Hmmm...instead of this suit, I'll wear the red maroon one. I don't think green sage is my color."

this came to you as a surprise cuz you knew he'd rather have a civil wedding. weddings are very costly and it's the vows that matter anyway, right? but he's actually giving suggestions???

Miguel notices the furrowed brow, he runs his thumb over it cuz it isn't a good look to your sunny self "What? I said green isn't my color...and sí, cariño...let's have a real wedding."

He then slides the engagement ring box on the table. it's a simple band encrusted with diamonds. he thought the simple design would go well with any of your rings cuz he knows you like to layer it

There's a high muffled "AAAAAAAHHHH" as you cover your mouth. You bounce on your tiptoes cuz you can't contain your excitement, Miguel carries you, carefully swinging you around in the living room, and gives you a kiss on your temples and lips

You'd both attend lots of Bridal Expos for weeks to come; trying to find more inspiration for your wedding and finalize your suppliers. Miguel holding your hand and pointing at the booths for the both of you to try. Imagine feeding each other free samples of cake and drinking wine (as if it were the ceremony already) garnering some "Awwws" from those managing the booths. You'd return back to your place with LOTS of pamphlets and business cards

The prenup photos isn't your typical shoot with a theme set in the day. No. As bubbly as you are, you knew a day photoshoot didn't fit either of you. You both enjoyed the evening as there are no expectations from either of you, everything is more quiet, reserved for each others' company. The photoset features the city night lights and how you both welcome each other in the hazy glow, beautiful smiles captured in stills similar to a Wong-kar Wai film.

You change the name of the Pinterest Board to “Save the Date” and continue your discussion about the board. Editing it during your free time after kicking anomaly butt and saving the Spiderverse

This is the motif you and Miggy come up with. A mix of rich tones and soft hues. The warmth of burgundy and amber blended with the coolness of tan and sage.

TRISHA NOTES: I forgot I owned a wedding board myself and idk the delulu in me was like might as well. But on a serious note, I was just thinking of the possibility of it coming true someday ahihihi getting married I mean. Anywaaay, trying to have intervals between posts cuz I don't wanna rush it but Part 2 goal is 2nd week of September!

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17magpiesinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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TELL US YOUR PK HEADCANONS!!! (if you wanna)

Oh HELL yeah

I’ve already said a bunch of these on ig… but you guys get to have more 😈😈

putting a cut here bc it’s fuckin long lol 💀💀

My fan name for him is Astennu!! Means god of the moon.. and WL’s name is Faraway :D

pan/polygamous: ]

autistic ofc bc I love projecting he's very bad at masking too, he's good at keeping up one specific persona (typical cold ruler mask..) but as soon as someone doesn't act the exact way he expects them to do he doesn't know how to react, and the mask slips, very practiced and good but only in very specific circumstances, another reason why he's so antisocial

he is good at heart and has strong morals, but they're usually overpowered by fear, so he usually just does what's easiest instead of what's right, even though it hurts him more in the long run

he doesn't give a shit about gender, everyone just started calling him a guy and he was like "ok lol"

likes singing and is quite good at it too!! (or. in the case of my au, he was before his voice got messed up)

NO spacial awareness whatsoever, always gets lost in thought, constantly bumping into shit, , he has a bunch of gnarly scars just from that

his godly powers are too much for his mortal-ish body, he regularly gets sick bevause of them, and it was even worse before he used most of them to create hallownest, he was basically permanently in pain lol LOSER

he can't control his glow, so it betrays his emotions a lot (and he can accidentally flashbang people when he feels really strong emotions)

refuses to be vulnerable at all. pushes everyone away, somewhat consciously too, believing himself to be a burden and that they'd be better off without him

drinks literally nothing but coffee {or the hallownest equivalent to it anyway)

very bad memory (projecting again)

he doesn't know how to interact with. people. much less be a parent. he's a terrible parent LOL he tries but he's just not good at it whatsoever

kind of a shitty immune system due to his powers making him sick so often, another reason he's reclusive

ameteur painter (he doesn't understand it much but it makes lurien really happy so)

his special interest is just. inventing intricate technology in general, he completely hyper focuses on it and would spend literal days doing it if it wasn't for wl dragging him out of his workshop LOL

EXTREMELY deadpan and can be very rude without realising it

Stuff always gets stuck in his horns and he usually doesn’t notice until it gets pointed out (which usually take hours bc wl and lurien think it’s funny lol)

Literally does not know how to make connections with people whatsoever every connection he has made has been accidental

dating both lurien and wl obviously 🫶🫶🫶(wl is also dating dryya but I haven’t put much thought into that one yet I should) the gods do not care for monogamy

Hmm.. for his relationships with some of the other characters..

realising that I have not fleshed out his relationship with wl really omg what’s wrong with me I need to fix that ☹️☹️ but uh here’s the other characters for now lol

him and lurien are both deranged autism buddies <33 lurien does not take any form of authority seriously at all, and doesn’t like taking orders (pathological demand avoidance, autistic thing, pretty sure I have it lol) and so.. he never like. acted like pk was a god. he just treated him like a normal person. and pk had no clue how to react to that so he could not keep up his mask around lurien at all.. so eventually they ended up realising they have common interests and ended up becoming friends.. and later.. hmmm?? they are both incredibly awkward and socially inept lol so it took way longer to happen then it should 💀

but yeah they have a very funky dynamic LOL they can talk for hours about their common interests <3 and hmm.. their dynamic is basically this

He never thought that much of herrah other than being vaguely scared of her;; but she fucking hated him LOL she thought he was an inept cowardly moron

but.. the more time she spent as queen, she grew to understand him a lot more as she felt how much that role and pressure could tear someone down

She still doesn’t like him that much, but she understands why he is the way he is now, and tries to be nicer bevause she knows how it feels

He and monomon have a very weird relationship.. they’re kinda friends but also kinda fucking hate each other LOL;; like;; theyre really fucking mean and hostile to each other but it’s not really genuine, it’s more out of habit than anything, and they do care about each other and look out for each other, it’s just sort of the manifestation of them both being emotionally inept assholes who don’t know how to communicate, so they sorta take it out on each other, but neither of them mind, they know neither of them actually mean it

so yeah sorta like;; idk weird ass friendship where they both pretend to hate each other to vent at how shit the world is but they both know neither of them mean it bevause the anger isn’t directed at each other at all, and it’s kinda become a game between them who can come up with the most ridiculous insults LOL

Uhhh I guess that’s it lol!! Yeah I said there was a lot 💀 if you have any questions or more headcanon ideas for me… well you know where to find me 💜💜

#rambling #pale king #HEADCANONS!!!!#shut up lori

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where-dreamers-go · 8 months

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Reading and rambling: The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm

(Tales from Alagaësia VOLUME 1: ERAGON)

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PART ONE: THE FORK

I. Mount Arngor

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Ahem.

*looks at tiny, cute, little, colored map of the EASTERN REACHES*

That looks like it would have taken me the days to color. *imagining the ache of non-stop coloring the same spot over and over and over)

Anyway, what's with the random mountain? They don't get earthquakes do they?

*flipping pages*

Angela! Angela!

... Hmm 2018 copyright. Took me long enough.

*sees drawing of a fork*

Oh! The Little Mermaid! Cool.

What's with the hanging ornament with the page numbers? Should I know these symbols??

The day had not gone well.

I'm sorry. .. Blackberry mead... Like wine or expensive juice?

...picking berries in Palancar Valley.

Awh. Farm boy.

A pang of homesickness struck him.

Now?

...the Academy...

Academy? Oh okay. Not sure I even thought of him giving it a name. Then again he gives names to a number of things. Right?

He sighed, finding the sight depressing.

Do you need help? I can do that. Is it a lot for you? Or a lot in general? Are you exaggerating "mounds"?

It stood alone in the green expanse...

Oh, gosh of I were a place to have dragons... Where would I be? Hmmm. Maybe the big random mountain. A good stronghold though.

Two weeks of sailing to get there??? No. A close environment with the elves and Eragon? No. Can't do it.

How many names can this mountain have? Au least the dwarves know their history. Also, what the crap, elves? You know the mountain's name, but not where or why it has the name??? What? Like that's all you remember from class or something? Not important enough as your obsession with dragons and controlling nature that you claim to respect?

Dealing with them had proven far more frustrating than Eragon anticipated...

FINALLY! Eragon is with all the races in one place. Not just one. At least the dwarves gave him access to history and a MAP back in the day. But now... Oh oooooh. Do you know how happy I am, years later after reflection, that he's able to compare and contrast people? Also in a completely different situation.

Okay, so Eragon is eating. But it's never enough with all the energy he's using to help build??!?!!

I need to introduce him to carbs and stuff. Something.

Good, good. He doesn't want to experience anything like what happened fighting the Empire. Yeah, exciting, Eragon, but... Maybe you need a small hobby to entertain you.

"Barzûl," Eragon muttered.

Oh! That's a curse word. I know that. Right? Wait... Ha! Yeah.

A quill. Good to know.

Awwwwhhh he sleeps under one of Saphira's wings. Where else would he sleep? A rock?

Oh my goodness. Eragon and Saphira, let me do the paperwork. Just pay me in telling me what words you use to get the hair off your face.

A dragon destroyed his homework. That's messed up. I'd be upset about just that. Why don't you just burn it? Huh?

I wanna help decorate the halls!!! The echoes must be creepy in a place that large.

...and then the elves had refined the details.

Dude! The dwarves know very well how to build! When was the last time elves build anything out of stone? You didn't like Eragon's plan enough?? Just want the last say?

Darn, Eragon, get an assistant. Please.

I'll do it, but I require indoor plumbing and a cool cloak.

Oh. Eragon wants to problem solve. He wants to feel productive. Same.

Okay. I need to look up what an 'eyrie' is exactly.

Yeah, those Eldunarí need years of therapy. Poor things.

They can feel the light on their facets? For real or...?

Oh, the elves did windows. Cool. Cool.

*reads about Eragon talking with dragons*

See? I was right. Eragon needs something to do to distract himself.

Wow. That's a lot of information. I'm glad to see Eragon in a different setting, not war. But it's very new for him having so much pressure for the present to make sure the future is safer.

He's working smarter, but also a lot harder.

Woo!

#the fork the witch and the worm #Eragon #where dreamers go #tftwatw #reading and rambling

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santacarlacarousel · 7 months

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Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

Be mistaken for a celebrity?

Have visited the most states or even countries?

Have a collection of books that they may or may not have read entirely?

Speak a foreign language fluently?

Identify types of flowers?

Have the most body count?

Be a sadist?

Be the best at math?

Give someone the wrong directions (intentionally)?

Be an extra in a zombie movie?

Have read a Harlequin book?

Win at trivia?

Give the best hugs?

Fall from the tree?

Enjoy pineapple on their pizza?

Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

1. Be mistaken for a celebrity? Just imagining like modern AU and somebody comes up to David like “has anyone ever told you that you look like a young Kiefer Sutherland?” This works for canon timeline too but they’d probably be like “hey you look like the bully from Stand By Me.” (if I’m not making a joke about their actor I think the answer might actually be Paul just because he really has that like hair metal look going on, I could totally see someone mistaking him for [insert blonde rockstar here])

2. Have visited the most states or even countries? Hmmm my personal backstory for Marko has him hitchhiking cross-country to California, so if I’m being true to that, he’s the answer.

3. Have a collection of books that they may or may not have read entirely? The fandom tells me Dwayne likes to read so I gotta pick him (he might not have read all of them but he’s at least read the communist manifesto lmao). Bonus points to Marko who I’m certain has a collection of diy punk zines.

4. Speak a foreign language fluently? I think we got a couple options for this one. If you support Italian Marko he’s an obvious one. I think one of them is at least conversationally fluent in Spanish if they’ve been living in Santa Carla their whole lives, though, like maybe Dwayne.

5. Identify types of flowers? This feels like David to me, he would absolutely surprise you by knowing the names of the night-blooming flowers you pass on a late-night walk with him.

6. Have the most body count? I love that with these guys I honestly can’t tell if you mean body count or body count. Kills I think it’s whoever’s been a vampire the longest, so probably David. If we’re talking sex, I… still think it’s David, actually, but Paul’s giving him a run for his money.

7. Be a sadist? Once again I’m like, soooo, do we mean sexually or. homicidally. They’re all pretty brutal when they feed, though whether that gets their rocks off or if it’s just the bloodlust is anyone’s guess.

8. Be the best at math? David maybe. This is hard for me because they’re all so gay.

9. Give someone the wrong directions (intentionally)? Paul and Marko would absolutely do this to fuck with somebody and think it was so hilarious.

10. Be an extra in a zombie movie? Honestly I wanna say Marko, I feel like he would enjoy it.

11. Have read a Harlequin book? Oh it’s somebody’s guilty pleasure for sure. Maybe Marko?

12. Win at trivia? I feel like they’d all have their strong suits when it comes to trivia. They’d make a pretty good bar trivia team actually lmao if they could rein in their competitiveness and not start fights with the other teams.

13. Give the best hugs? I think I need to hug each of them to test this out and best answer this question. My initial reaction is Dwayne though, he just looks like he’d give good hugs.

14. Fall from the tree? Other than Michael you mean? I feel like Paul would.

15. Enjoy pineapple on their pizza? Oh I feel like this would be such a debate amongst the boys. Paul would love it, Marko would think it’s sacrilege, David and Dwayne would refuse to pick sides but I think secretly they like it.

#the lost boys #tlb headcanons #tlb 1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #once again very thankful to this anon i love answering these

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baladric · 1 year

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For the writer ask meme!! 🎀 🪄 💌 (I wanted to ask everything but I showed restraint- if 3 is too many just do one or two ok love yooouuu)

hey i LOVE u :')

fic writer ask meme!

🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing

oh boy hmmM well hey there little guy, you sure can write a sentence that punches people in the face!!!!! and you're very good at naming ocs, and your worldbuilding gets lusher and lovelier every time you sit down with it!!!

🪄 What is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

answered here!

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

i say it a lot and i KNOW y'all always tell me to hush but i feel SO BAD that all i ever wanna talk about is pirate au, and yet there's nothing out here for anyone to READ!! STILL!!! nearly a year later!!!!! but it's so in progress, and it only gets better, and i literally cannot wait to tie off the first draft and start the editing pass to make it cohesive from the start—at which point we'll start posting it! like post as we edit kind of a thing!!

so. i mean. UH. HERE'S A FUCKIn PREQUEL PIRATE FICLET IN ITS ENTIRETY a;ldkfjwl;f shhhhh nobody tell celebros i shared her xmas present before we posted the fic (jk she reads my tumblr)

He did not know why he was surprised, but all told, it took a good long while for sailing to become fun. He had theories, of course—six years of running wild with only Freja to impose a schedule had evidently done a number on his habits—and now there were work shifts to keep track of, and problems to solve with only one right answer (“When in doubt, call for Sozu or Arnezha or Iölo or me or literally anyone other than Sinker, I beg of thee, darling.”) There were knots to learn—a startling discovery, as he had thought he knew them all already—and terminologies and what do you mean, there are two ships?

Simply put, it was a lot, and Maia took care not to harbor regrets, but it was occurring to him in drips and drabs that this was maybe a teeny tiny little bit of a mistake. That, perhaps, Shaleän had been right, and he was not necessarily cut out for the sailing life. That maybe Paris had had a point when he hinted that Maia could have been of just as much help (if not more) at home, with Freja.

He was tired and he was sore in places he hadn’t known he owned and he missed his warm little bed in Freja’s warm little cottage and this was all just so strange. Idolatry was a child’s game in which he had seriously overinvested, and now it was like being struck over the head to realize that Shaleän on her gilded pedestal was a criminal—a pirate, the King of pirates.

He’d had an inkling, of course, but it was one thing to fantasize about his rake of an aunt, the glint of her saber raised in the battle cry, and another to stumble across a frightened goblin child in the same cargo hold in which he himself had hidden not two days before, her hair shorn in a servant’s crop and one of her ears notched in a clear sign of past cruelty. It had been another thing entirely to calm her down and bring her to Shaleän, propped on his hip, his collar still damp from her tears, and learn that she was part of a matched set squirreled away in a secret room on the ship, and that her mother was as yet too deep in the megrims that sometimes stole over a person whose situation has taken a sudden, hopeful turn to keep a proper eye on her michen.

Was this smuggling? Soul trafficking?

“No,” Shaleän had said, her frown heavy and fitting far too well on her face; lines Maia had attributed solely to her broad, bright grin suddenly made more sense. Frown lines. Scowl lines, like wheel ruts worn into the hard-packed earth of her. “It is liberation, Maia. We offer what freedom is available in this blighted world to the people who need it most, and my only regret is that I cannot give it to everyone suffering under the weight of man’s cruelty and greed.”

So, he was… adjusting, one could say. In light of the insistence with which he had forced his way into this world—onto Shaleän’s ship, into Shaleän’s so-called business—he found this struggle to be more than a little embarrassing.

It was not fun—it was work. Good work. Work with an undeniably positive influence on the world, regardless of who might label the unlicensed liberation of indentured servants a crime.

Maia brought a smile to the fugitive Min Pallared’s face within an hour of meeting her properly (And Cstheio Cairei, was the hold in which they hid their refugees small) and it was work, but he felt that spark of light as a tectonic shift in the bedrock of his soul. Paris was wrong—he could help here, without a sword. And so he did it again with their next lot of escapees—a family of Telvar, whose anxious tails and too-wide eyes made Maia sick to his stomach in the imagining of the lifetime of cruelty required to so damage them. They reminded him too much of himself, those first few months away from Edonomee, and when he laid in his hammock between shifts and caretaking duties, he could not help but sink into gruesome thoughts of what he himself would have become, had he been left to Setheris’ cruel hands for a lifetime.

It was work, to be sure, but he had never felt so alive as he did in those first months aboard that two-faced ship.

All around him were people, storied and vibrant, and he doubted he would ever tire of cracking them open, that they might tell him of their families, their dreams, lost loves and the folklore that belongs to single blood lines. Sozu Khalamar and his grandmother’s insistence on the ill omens of curdling milk. Sinker Shipsblight and the long string of willful calamities that had earned him his moniker, and the respect of Paris. Iölo Marin and her repeating dream of sprouting wings to fly away from everything she had ever known.

And, of course, there was the music. He had not expected the music.

Sometimes, as they drew to the end of a hard sail, Paris would turn a blind eye to the halving of the usual night shift in favor of a sleepy skeleton crew abovedecks, and everyone else would retreat to the ship’s galley and drain the last kegs of ale dry. It was a raucous thing, everyone thoroughly soused, and then someone would start singing—Sinker, usually, lusty and loud as the south wind.

The repertoire were things Maia had heard before, having spent nearly half his life in sailing communities: rowing songs, shanties, bawdy ballads. He knew the tunes to most of them, if not the lyrics—and the ones he did not know came to him quickly.

Almost six months on, he felt he had nearly gotten the hang of it all. He could scale the mizzenmast in sixty seconds, rarely got tangled up in all the different words for wind, and could wail a bawdy drinking song with the best of them.

They had just finished one such song, and Maia’s cheeks were hot with drink and the youthful embarrassment of singing about breasts with a zealous lot of sailors on a dry spell and a trio of especially fervent marnai. He was fully considering tapping out from the excitement of it all, when someone cried over the merry shouting of the men, “Let’s have Maia lead one!”

The roar that rose at the idea was a thing of beauty. It sped Maia’s pulse, for he doubted that even an ocean’s worth of ale could fake such unmistakeable delight. The clamor rang of something like acceptance, and Maia was helpless to resist the hands that chivvied him to stand atop the swaying table.

Someone pressed a fresh flagon of ale into his hand, and he heard shouts of “Let’s have it, lad!” and “Put thy chest into it, sprout!” as well as a clangor of song requests—and, so dizzied, Maia startled himself as much as everyone else by belting out the opening call of his favorite shanty:

“Ye nations have your princes, you kingdoms have your kings,

But we who set to sail the sea

Bow only to the Wind!”

Laughter and cheers of recognition met the first bit of the tune, and though his voice shook with sudden nerves at the start, by the time he reached the chorus, he had built to a jubilant shout. He raised his flagon as all joined in the singing.

“So follow me, lads,” the crew of the Glorious Dragon wailed as one voice, and Maia stomped the tabletop with all his might.

“‘Fore he storms upon the fray!

Corat’ will whip you down to dust

And blow you straight away!”

The beating of fists and stomping of feet raised the beat of The Ballad of King Corat’, and Maia did not think he had ever smiled as hard as he did then, singing of his legendary aunt, the King of Pirates.

“The baron sees no bloodshed, the emperor no rain,

But the Serpent King who skims the sea

Reigns only over pain!”

The men howled, and a jostling in the crowd caught Maia’s attention—the crew shifting to give Shaleän, Corat’ herself, space as she waded towards the table, her grin a rakish slash of white in the warm dimness of the galley. Maia beamed and reached to haul her up beside him, and they stomped out the chorus together, arms around shoulders.

“So follow me lads!

‘Fore we heel to his domain!

Corat’ will crush us down to dust

And rinse us down the drain!”

“Your krakens and your sirens,” Maia sang, thrilled as Shaleän joined him, her voice rough and far from tuneful.

“Your leviathans and all

Know better than to raise a hand

To Cruelty the Squall!”

She clashed her flagon to his, dousing them both thoroughly in ale, and Maia did not know if he had ever been so happy in his life. It was such a simple feeling, yet so large that it brimmed over all of his shakily sketched borders, rendering him a jubilant creature in Shaleän’s tight grip.

“So follow me, lads!

‘Fore he finds us in a pall!

Corat’ will strike us down to dust

And spell a fell downfall!”

And so they sang and stomped and crowed for the whole sprawl of verses, telling a blazing tale of Shaleän’s conquests—and her pressed to his side all the while, loud and calamitous and alive alive alive. The both of them, so very, wildly alive.

Maia’s voice was shot by the end and his blood ran hot with a palpable sense of belonging unlike anything he had ever felt. Joy, repeating. Life, glorious and wretched and reeking of too many people in too small a space.

Shaleän embraced him then, like she knew what brilliant cacophony was brewing in his chest. Like it was the work of her life to hold him in one piece, whether the shaking be a thing of joy, or of grief.

“I love thee, my heart,” she murmured for him alone. “More than every jewel in thy Lady’s starry sky.”

“Oh,” Maia said—a silly thing, for he had long known the timbre of his aunt’s love. It was only that having this talented, determined crew respond to him with nothing but delight in their collective voices had stripped him raw, and it brought to the surface that little part of him that still curled into a protective ball when he slept. And that part was ever so hungry for all Shaleän and her crew offered.

“I love thee, too,” he replied, squeezing her tight enough that she gave a little Oof of surprise. “More than the whole sea.”

“More than the mermaids?”

“More than every blessed fucking fish in the place.”

Their laughter was lost beneath the clamor of their crew, which was just fine with them.

#aj answers #himbohaggins #ask meme #ask #the writing tag #maia's a pirate now #;alskdfjawl;kfdjw IDK GUYS I WANT EVERYONE TO CARE ABOUT THIS FUCKING STORY AS MUCH AS I DO

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jess-the-vampire · 2 years

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Have anyone ask of Hunter? If not please tell us about Hunter for the ask game.

lennythecat asked:

Hunter

supernova-faust asked:

I dunno if you did hunter (the golden guard) for the character impression thing, but if you didn't I wanna see your thoughts.

(Finishing these last ones cause i promised)

First impression

I always liked hunter from the very beginning, as early as knowing he was the guy introduced next to belos in the s1 finale, i just was curious to know more about this weird teenager belos had clearly given special treatment to. I was already interested in belos as a character so seeing hunter was already leaving me curious because of that alone.

I didn't know what he would be about till he showed up, but i was a fan before he got popular, cause he didn't until ep 6.

Impression now

Still love him, think he's probably one of the best additions to the series as a whole, he's constantly intriguing and interesting and has some of the most interesting drama in the series, his connection with belos adds to him as a villian and hunter is just well written overall.

Honestly baffles me when people either think he's awful or boring, ect ect.

Most people who say this stuff, kinda just seem like they don;t understand his character at all? that or they're biased.

Even if he's not your thing i think there's good reason ppl quickly got attached to him.

The way they managed to make him understandable and sympathetic even when he's technically working for the villain just works so well.

Favorite moment

Honestly i do love his scene with luz in HP when they just talk about things and he admits he's powerless and wants to be free, it's just a nice small scene and his interactions with her are so cute.

His fight scenes are also glorious.

Idea for a story

Gee, what could i put down that no one has done before?

UHHHH, look how about more wholesome stuff, cause 90% of his fics are angst, more wholesome content with friends, wholesome aus where idk he and belos don't have a horrible relationship, human aus where he gets to do normal kid stuff, just more fluff please.

Unpopular opinion

Hmmm, what is an unpopular opinion about hunter? I feel the majority agrees on the same stuff.

HMMM

I....don't think he needs to change his name, or that he even needs to be a clawthrone either. Even if belos did name him after his job role, hunter does not automatically need to change it to something else, witch hunting is not his identity and it never was, hunter doesn't even know what a witch hunter really is.

If he wants to change it, sure, but he doesn't NEED to.

And ppl really want eda to adopt him but the show currently doesn't at least feel like it's setting that up, tbh based on these last few episodes it seems if anyone is taking him in it's darius they're setting up for that role as he is the adult they are giving the most of a parental connection to him. (a bit fast yes, and i think darius was still quite mean to hunter before he saw hunter rebelling and i feel that should not be overlooked because he he talked down to hunter like that was pretty bad, but still).

(Also i dunno, if wittebro married a clawthorne does that technically make hunter eda's grand uncle in a way? would that make adopting him weird or because it was so long ago it doesn't matter since they'd share very little dna at this point?)

Favorite relationship

Just like with belos i find their relationship interesting, even if also very heartbreaking with all it's weird layers.

as far as more positive ones, luz and him are fun together.

Favorite headcanon

Him being a major cartoon fan is the best thing ever btw

#the owl house #toh #toh golden guard #golden guard #the golden guard #the owl house golden guard #the owl house hunter #the owl house hunter

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Ah..... I'm terrible at this game. How about whatever au floats your boat? Also, you need an option for me to say I want you to do whatever is best for you on your two for joy posting schedule poll. ;)

nkjgnern Katia pls the point of ask games is I! dont know what I wanna talk about! Giving a prompt is half the fun of it!

(and ty about the posting schedule, the thing is any of them would be fun! I like the serotonin of posting more chapters, but also want that feel good Soon so posting sooner but only one a week has its perks too!)

Hmmm let's do more kitten AU / Cat's Cradle!

Trinket is going to absolutely adore the kittens. A) because it's Trinket <3 B) because I grew up with a sweetheart lab/golden mix, Griffon, who would dote on kittens. Lick them top to bottom, nuzzle them, the kittens' opinions of this varied.

At some point while the kittens are young but not Too Young, both Vex and Percy will have a full day ahead of them. So Percy will bring the kittens to work with him in a glorified purse and stuff them into his pockets when feeding. That coat has a lot of pockets. (Not sure what his job is exactly - is his workshop stuff a hobby? Is he a freelancer? No clue! But whatever it is it's got more leeway/is safer than what Vex is doing as far as carting a litter of kittens around goes).

Young kittens require round the clock care - this sets the stage for very tired Percy and Vex (when available) leaning against eachother each bottle feeding a kitten and doing their best not to pass out. Also a few slipups while exhausted - say, Percy gets to used to smacking a kiss on the kittens' forehead ('they're tactile animals! their mother would groom them! I want them to be well socialized and set up for success, and people kiss their cats!') he accidentally pecks Vex's crown at one point. They each scold the kittens by saying things like 'don't make me get your mother/father'.

My choice for the number of kittens was Very Specific: both tied to the siblings Percy lost as well as to the canon de Rolo kids*. Part of why Percy latches on to helping out with the kittens is because in the moment he's reminded of himself, orphaned, and how dearly he misses his siblings. He couldn't save them, so he can save these little scraps.

Percy is experienced with humans and machines. His experience with animals is restricted to Trinket (a well-trained and sophisticated gentleman of a dog) and Simon (a corn snake). So he's a little at a loss about navigating his relationship to these kittens, to Vex's chagrin. He keeps flip-flopping between trying to be detached and practical about them (trying to be efficient about scheduling feedings, planning careful socialization for them, initially not wanting to name them bc they'll have to find homes for them) to his anxieties/trauma getting poked and him becoming very involved with them (see: theme naming plans, letting the kittens climb his legs, feeding them cat-safe people food when Vex isn't looking, encouraging them to play with his fingers). Vex is both very endeared by how sweet he is with them and extremely exasperated he's this close to raising complete terrors.

#critical role #percival de rolo #cr percy #perc'ahlia #percahlia #cat's cradle au #my writing #ask #critical role fanfiction #cr fanfic

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 2 years

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Hi Lyn! Thank you so much for answering my IkeVamp ask a few days ago, I appreciate you! I’ve had fun playing the last few days, drew a very handsome Napoleon card, and a 5* Mozart which, while not my fav, definitely helps when battling :)

What routes do you think I should read after Napoleon’s? What are some of your favorite cards and events? I want to learn more about what you think of the game :) (I’m drawn to Isaac, Vincent, and Theo’s routes after Napo right now!)

The one thing about IkeVamp rn is that it feels slower than IkePri, but that’s likely because I’ve played the latter for longer and I’m just starting out in Vamp.

Hi, anon! Sorry if I took so long to answer your questions. I was saving some pics of my fav ikevamp cards :D

OMG you got a Napoleon? Congrats! This idiot doesn’t wanna come home anymore. I draw for his bday banner, but it was an utter disaster lmao

Hmm. Depends. If you don’t mind getting spoilers, do whichever you feel like it xD. But Shakespeare, Comte, Dazai and Sebastian were the latest routes. When I started playing ikevamp, Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, and Vincent were the routes available at that time.

If you’re looking for soft boys, you’ll probably like Isaac, Vincent, Comte. Some people think Vincent’s route is kinda boring and I understand them because compared to other routes there was not much going on. But as I like Vincent, I had a great time reading it. Vincent is one of the few routes I already did both ends. I prefer the romantic one for him.

I think the pace of Theo’s route is the opposite of Vincent’s due to their personality. I read Theo before Vincent, which was not the right order. Imo, it didn’t make a difference. But I think it’s important to play both brothers' routes if you want to get all details about their past lifes.

If you wanna get to know some tsunderes, then definitely Mozart and Theo. Mozart’s route is very underrated if you ask me. Mozart is my type of tsundere.

If you like slow burn romances, Jean and Sebastian are my favorite routes. But there is also Dazai, which is a very intriguing character. I also did Sebastian twice. I prefer the romantic route for him. But his dramatic is very interesting as well because you get more info about his past.

There are only 2 routes in ikevamp that I don’t wanna read again cuz I didn’t like: Theo and Comte’s. I will not explain why I didn’t like them cuz Idk if I can do it without giving spoilers lol. But that's just a matter of preferences. I know people who loved those routes.

I’m not that good in remembering the name of the events hahah, but without a doubt, ‘your wish is my command’ is my favorite story event. I also like the revival that's an AU where MC reincarnated and the boys are trying to find her again.

Favorite cards? Hmmm… There are so many pretty cards. And I didn’t get most of them lol. But the favorites I got so far are these:

#ask anon #ask ikevamp

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ender-r0se · 3 years

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A medusa-ish!George au

Cross-posting a little fic snippet I was conceptualizing on discord

"I forgot that a major part of her story is that people try to kill her and did not in fact take that into account when I imagined a dnf scene but the extra layer of underlying angst if Dream was sent to kill him is interesting to contemplate (o wo)

All I'm thinking of is a scene where they're just talking and Dream wants to get a better look at George (because his mask obscures his vision so it's pretty safe for him to stay in George's vicinity since he can't really look into his eyes) and, well something like: "

George shoots forward from where he's sitting, hands grasping Dreams, halting the way his fingers were fumbling around with the straps of his mask.

"What are you thinking?"

Anger, incredulity, and unwavering panic evident in his voice. Usually he would flinch from the snap and hiss of his own voice when he wasn't mindful, but in this he did not care. The one thing that guaranteed the other's safety in his presence and he was just going to take it off, as if the gesture meant nothing. As if Dream didn't know in explicit detail what could happen if-

He squeezes the wrists held in his grip a fraction tighter, hoping that it would stop the tremors shooting through him. Dream, for his part, doesn't appear to mind, and it baffles and infuriates him in equal measures.

"You know exactly what could happen if I- if you aren't careful. After all of this time under the care of my hospitality, why do this?"

They are silent for a moment, Dream slowly lowering their joined hands from around his head, and George doesn't fight it when he removes his grip to instead clasp his hands between his own, thumbs moving in a soothing tandem while he searches for his words.

"I was thinking that..." his head tilts, glancing first at the fire they had built in preparation for the coming darkness, and then to the afternoon sunshine filtering in through the canopy, "...you would look beautiful in this lighting. That I would like to see you in it, and that we could be careful, just this once."

George huffs a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief as he bows over there hands. It further serves to hide his blushing face, more than the others mask already does he's sure. He can tell that Dream knows the effect he has on him anyways.

Dreams own head comes to lower against his own, and his voice gentles in this closer proximity, forehead to forehead.

"Just keep doing what you're doing now George- avert your gaze to the smoke and sparks rising from the fire. Let me look at you? Let me see you, like this? Warm and glowing in the light."

Hesitantly, George removes himself from Dreams hold, sitting up and turning his head to face the fire.

"...please be careful."

That same shuffling movement from before happens in the corner of his eye.

"Of course," he responds, voice unmuffled and almost too loud in the encroaching silence, sending a shiver down his spine.

Crackling fire. Rising smoke. Dancing sparks. George dutifully examines it as Dreams eyes must surely be doing as well. He flinches at the lightest touch the settles against his shoulder, a brush of fingertips that bring an unexpected shock of warmth.

"May I?"

He cannot deny this man, does not want to in this moment, for all the trust he has placed in him. By the gods-

"Yes."

This gentle touch trails from his shoulder, down the length of his arm, and pauses at the palm of his hand. He inhales sharply at the featherlight kiss that settles in the center of his hand, a blush crawling across his features and spreading as surely as the others curious touch.

His hands continue, two where there was only one, up both arms, hands never grasping, one stopping at the junction of his neck, and the other slipping over the curve of his jaw.

George shudders, eyes finally slipping shut, tilting his head into the guiding hands.

"I was right," Dream whispers, his voice suddenly so close, "You are etherall."

#dnf #written roses #medusa!george #i wanna give this au a good name hmmm #dreamnotfound #I'll come back with a good name later i suppose:)

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years

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{▪︎Expectations Of A Ruler!▪︎}

Self Aware Cookie Run Kingdom! Cookie Queen (Y/N) Au!

"Your grace, you have received a important letter!" Wizard Cookie exclaimed, walking forward with the letter in his hand. Gingerbrave and Strawberry Cookie beside him, staring in awe as he took out the letter from it's confinement. "Oh?" Carefully fixing the puffy skirt, the queen tries to carefully descended off the throne.

To which Pure Vanilla Cookie quickly aids her. "Thank you Pure Vanilla, I'm not used to this kind of get up." "It's alright my sweetest queen, it's a honor." (Y/N) lets him guide her to the young magic user. "Your highness," Wizard Cookie starts, giving a small nod of acknowledgment to Pure Vanilla Cookie.

"A sugar gnome had given this to me before I came to deviler my daily report of magical findings."

"I see, would you mind reading it to me, Wizard Cookie?"

"Of course! *Ahem!* "Dear Queen (Y/N) Cookie, rightful ruler of [Kingdom Name]. May we humbly request for your presence at Her Majesty Hollyberry's Royal Gala." "

" "It would be a absolute honor if you can attend. You may bring your court if you'd like, but you and them must be in your finest attire for this event. We sent you this invitation in advance so we may be prepared if you announced your arrival. Thank you for reading this invitation. Signed by the Royal Berry Family." "

Wizard Cookie finished, folding the letter back in its envelope. He bows his head as he awaited for the female cookies answer. "You should totally go Your Highness!" Gingerbrave said excitedly, jumping up and down in his spot. Wizard Cookie shot his friend a glare. "It's the Queen's decision! Not yours Gingerbrave."

"Hmmm, well what do you think, Strawberry?" (Y/N) asked politely, unsure for herself if she should attend.

"Oh, umm... Maybe? I dunno, I'm not really sure. It sounds important, so maybe.. But if you don't wanna go-!" "Don't stress about it Strawberry. It's alright, I'll figure it out. Thank you, you three." The cookies bow and wish (Y/N) luck.

Sighing, (Y/N) let's Pure Vanilla escort her back to the throne. "What do you think Pure Vanilla? It would be rude to not come, but, with everything happening I'm just not sure..."

The male cookie smiles softly at the worried female cookie. "I think it will do you and everyone else some good to go. And, I haven't seen Hollyberry Cookie in quite some time. It would be good to catch up." The former ruler replied honestly.

(Y/N) takes in his words and remembered the advice of her fellow cookies. Sighing, she decided to relent. "Well, it sounds fun and I'm sure some moving around will do me some good." Pure Vanilla wholeheartedly agreed, his smile beaming brightly on his doughy skin. "I'll go inform Custard Cookie, I bet he would be excited to rule over the Kingdom for a day."

"Are you sure that is wise? He's still so young and those responsibilities seem a bit too much on his tiny shoulders." (Y/N) questioned the powerful healer, remembering Custard Cookie The Thirds, story quest.

"I agree my dearest, but if he wishes to be king one day he must learn. So I see no problem with him doing a test-run, besides he will have his confidants to aid him. And we will only be gone for a short while." Pure Vanilla per-swayed the queen. Which she had finally agreed.

Self Aware Cookie Run Kingdom!

Queen (Y/N) Cookie! Ancient + Legendary!?

Story: A mysterious, humble cookie from a different beginning that became royalty overnight. Known for their fourth coming kindness to all that reside or visit her kingdom. Her dough is sweeter than sugar cane and her smiles are warmer than fresh bread. How can any cookie resist such a sweet-hearted queen.

Relationship Charts:

[Pure Vanilla Cookie]

"You are the one that is cherished by so many. I'm one of those many." (Friendly)

[Custard Cookie The Third]

"You are not of age to take the throne just quite yet." (Family)

[Gingerbrave]

"I must accompany you on your amazing adventures." (Family)

[Strawberry Cookie]

"Everything will be alright, no need to shy away from it all." (Friendly)

[Wizard Cookie]

"You have such a skill with magic!" (Trust)

[Pitya Dragon Cookie]

"Ah.. Pitya Dragon Cookie. To what do I owe the pleasure once again?" (Friendly)

[Milk Cookie]

"I admire a cookie with such ambitions!" (Friendly)

[Herb Cookie]

"Your plants are always so lovely, I'm glad to see them grow again." (Friendly)

[Tiger Lily Cookie]

"She is quite interesting, though I worry for her..." (Friendly)

[Mint Choco Cookie]

"His performances are so pleasing, the melody is always refined." (Friendly)

[Whipped Cream Cookie]

"The way he dances makes my heart jump! Why does he charm me so?" (Friendly)

[Dark Choco Cookie]

"You only wanted what was best for your kingdom, if you can't forgive yourself. I will instead. (Friendly)

[Dark Cacao Cookie]

"Even the greatest and strongest cookies fall, but that doesn't mean that they are worthless. I promise you that."

[Hollyberry Cookie]

"Haha! Your kingdom is so lively, just like you! I wish I could of had more of your famous Berry Juice!"

[Dark Enchantress Cookie]

"I understand your goal, but the path you choose to make it so, is... Not right."

[Red Velvet Cookie]

"The Cake Hounds are so sweet!"

[Rassberry Cookie]

"Your way with your sword is very familiar, but over all, amazing!"

[Eclair Cookie]

"Me? Well, I guess we are all apart of history? Hehe!"

[Affogato Cookie]

"If you wished to find a place to belong, the kingdom was always open."

(For Context, this was saved in my drafts for a long time. But with the new update, I decided to post it! Please enjoy! Ask away for more cookie interactions!! Anyway, thank you! See ya! ILL POST MORE CRK, and GENSHIN I haven't forgotten about you@)

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lexlexlee · 2 years

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"CRAVING"

Mitsuya takashi x reader

Summary:you are craving for sweets but takashi is craving for you

WARNING: f!ngering, oral sex(female receiving), n!pple play, organsm, food play.

TIMESKIP AU:

Mitsuya is 26

Y/n is 23

🔞READ AT YOUR OWN RISK🔞

You are scrolling on social media and lately you've been seeing a lots of sweet foods,this made you crave for them.

Takashi is currently working at hinata's wedding dress and you two haven't done it yet since last month making him crave for you.

You are going out when mitsuya appeared on your back and called you.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmmm?... Ah iam going to buy something to eat."you answered leaving a smile.

"Be back fast"

"Of course"you smiled and kiss him at the cheek before leaving,mitsuya didn't notice that a tent has formed in his crotch.

"Ugh...what the fuck?"he feels more sensitive, whenever you will touch him or kiss him he will get hard.

As soon as you got back mitsuya approached you and hugging you from behind while you are on the kitchen eating ice cream, after you got back he became touchy towards you and you clearly know that he is needy.

You let him do what he wants,he lays his head at your neck and snuggling between your boobs,he will also lick your neck and slip his hand under your shirt.

You'll also see him hard but you keep your innocent face and keep quiet.

"Mitsuya aren't you going to do anything today?"you ask him while you stroke his hair,he is laying his head between your thighs while you still eat those ice cream.

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Maybe i have"

"What is it then?"

He looks at you and smirked"i dunno... pleasure you maybe?"he said his grin is growing bigger making you gulp.

"I mean we haven't done it yet since last month."he unzip your shorts using his mouth,he also pulls your panty using his mouth.

He saw how soaked you are"fuck...your so wet"he chuckled,he give your p!ssy cat licks and snatch your ice cream.

"W-wait,why?"

"So it'll add some flavor"this make your face red and you cant even look at him in the eye,you also feel more sensitive than usual especially its been a long time since you two have intercourse.

He spill the ice cream in your p!ssy making you gasp"its cold!".

"Is it?"

"Y-yes"

"Dont worry my tounge is hot... it'll warm up soon."

He then started to lick the ice cream all over,making you moan in mess,oh how he love to see you moan when he is pleasuring you, it's a big pride for him to make you feel good.

He is swirling his tounge and push it one's he lick all the ice cream all over.your walls clenched and you felt a knot forming up,he keeps on swirling his tounge inside you making you arch your back in pleasure.

You are biting your lip hard not wanting to make any noise since there are people downstairs.

"Come on darling,dont hold your moans back"he said kissing your inner thighs and kissing your p!ssy.

"B-but"

"I wanna hear it"he said in a seductive tone,he pushes his finger inside you making you gasp,he thrust his finger slowly until you get used to it,he added another finger when you moan in pleasure.

He ripped your shirts off revealing your boobs,your nipples are rock hard,his other hand plays with you nipple pinching and sucking it while his other hand are busy fingering you.

You cum once again but that didn't make him stop,he got more encourage when he saw you making a lewd face.

He squeezed your boobs and suck your nipple hard,making you moan again.

"That right moan my name~"he said smirking while he bites your nipple gently"tell them who gave you this much pleasure,tell them who owns your slutty p!ssy"

"Ah~ yes ahhm m-more"you moan loud enough for the people to hear downstairs."ahh m-mitsuya"you wrap your arms around his neck three of his fingers are still thrusting in your wet core,your walls are clenching each timevhe hits your gspot making you cum for the fifth time.

"I-i dont want your f-finger ahh~"

"Really?why?does my finger doesn't satisfy you anymore?"he ask.

"Ahh n-no..."

"Then what do you want?"he ask while he swirl his tounge in your nipple and his hand massaging your boobs.

"Y-your dick"you spread your legs wider"i want it inside me"you said with a lewd face.

He smirk when he saw you spread your legs more like a whore.he stop fingering you and back off,he then unbuckle his belt showing his erected member.

"Time for the real show"

//END//

request are open ❤️

#mitsuya x y/n #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev mitsuya #character x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers oneshot #mitsuya smut #tokrev mitsuya #anime #short imagine

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roscgcld · 3 years

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GOJOTWINS!AU || greatest gift

request: I have a request for the twin-sided-with-Geto AU if you're up for it (as angsty or as fluffy as you like)? As a last request, Y/N twin asks Satoru to look after his niece/nephew. A child that looks just like Geto but with his sister's eyes.

note: hmmm....I was more concerned between if I want to make it angsty or make it fluffy, since this idea was definitely interesting for me to explore. However! This definitely gave me some creative juices! The entire ‘jjk men as parents’ trope is honestly so cute >< I wish Gege showed more scenes of Geto with his two ‘daughters’ - domestic!Geto sounds so fucking hot 😣😣 but writing this also makes me want to write something like ‘the adventures of uncle gojo and his niece’

warning: spoilers for anime-only fans! proceed with caution

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

“You need to finish your veggies, Rei-chan. You know the rules.”

The young girl that sat before Gojo pouts softly, crossing her tiny arms over her chest as she turns her puppy eyes up at the older man. Gojo looks down at the pouting girl, his own oceanic blue eyes were shining behind the darkly tinted sunglasses as the young girl - Rei, as she was named - tried to use her puppy eyes to get out form eating all the ‘tiny trees’ that sat on her bear themed child plate.

From the outside you would assume that Gojo was probably just babysitting the toddler; the man is wearing an odd uniform in Japanese norms, but it is still certain that he is in school. And from the looks of things, he is definitely a young adult - no older than a college student, despite how good looking he was. And they were right to some extend; the young girl, besides the eyes, does not look like Gojo Satoru at all.

But Gojo and Rei definitely shared a unique relationship than your average ‘babysitter and child’ one. “Come on, bunny - you gotta eat all the greens if you wanna grow big and strong like your daddy.”

At the mention of her father, Rei perked up immediately; yet immediately deflated at the sight of the broccoli that was held out to her by Gojo once more. Rei lets out a soft whine and a huff, yet she reluctantly leaned forward before she ate the broccoli; making a face at the taste of it on her tongue. “Not a fan, huh?”

“The tiny tree taste bad..,” Rei mumbles quietly as she finishes chewing her mouthful of broccoli, pulling another face that has Gojo chuckling quietly as he grabbed a napkin from the napkin dispenser to clean Rei’s chubby cheeks. “I know they do, bunny. But you gotta eat them to make sure you grow strong, right? You wanna be a sorcerer like me one day, don’t you?”

Geto Rei was not your average child; born with Gojo blood flowing through her veins, she is the ‘love child’ of Gojo Y/N and Geto Suguru; Gojo Satoru’s twin sister and her boyfriend. When Geto first went ‘rogue’ and kill the village he was sent to, Y/N had found out that she was pregnant with his child. She was sure it was his, since Y/N and him have been dating for about a year up to this point. There was no denying who the father was. And that terrified her; she was worried that the elders will do something bad to the child that was growing inside of her.

Even if she is one of the strongest sorcerers of the century, she is still a woman first - and women who are to have kids outside of marriage, and with someone who isn’t approved by the elders of the clan, are just asking for trouble. And whilst she was sure she can take on whatever the elders will put her through, the thought of her unborn child having to deal with the leftover anger from her parents’ actions, to be brought up in a world where others would shun the little bean, was too much to bear.

So, even with Gojo’s pleas for her to stay, Y/N had packed up and left without a trace for others to find her. Yet Gojo was certain she had upped and left so she can spend her ‘future’ with her boyfriend, even if she knows that their love story will only end in tragedy. So you couldn’t believe Gojo’s shock when he opened the door of his apartment one random night, having been roused from his slumber in the early mornings; only to find a baby sleeping peacefully in blankets placed at his doorstep.

Pinned to the front of the baby’s blanket was a simple letter addressed to him, and immediately Gojo knew what the content of it was. There was no denying who the young baby, who Gojo found out was a baby girl, was either. Because in the morning, when the little youngster finally opened her eyes, were a pair of his very own Six Eyes staring up at him curiously as a thick and fluffy head of black hair surrounding her.

“Dear God...wait until ma and pa find out about this...”

That is how Gojo found himself today; third year college student quietly coaxing the young toddler to eat her veggies as they waited at a café for another two kids he had ‘adopted’ to get off from preschool. He was honestly questioning everything he is doing with his life right now. “Since you’ve been a good girl...maybe later, when ‘Gumi-nee and ‘Miki-nii come over, we order some ice cream~”

Just the mention of the frozen treat had the little girl perking up in excitement, causing Gojo to laugh as he gently rests a hand on her head; already being able to sense the waves of excitement that is coming from Rei. “But in exchange, you have to finish your veggies,” Gojo continues as he gestures towards the child plate before Rei; which held a few pieces of veggies from the small salad that came with her meal.

So that was how the Fushiguros found the two in the café, having grabbed some lunch whilst they waited for the two to get off from school. Rei, who looked over when the café doors were pushed open, perked up at the sight of the familiar duo walking towards them. Gojo just grinned and picked her out of her babychair before he sets her down on the ground, watching in amusement as Rei ran towards Megumi and Tsumiki on her chubby little feet.

Megumi, who was her target today, paused before he bends down to catch her as she stumbled into him; scowling over at the smirking Gojo who was still seated at the table. “Don’t worry Megumi-kun. I was 100% sure that you were going to catch her~,” Gojo called back teasingly, his grin only widening at Megumi’s annoyance as the young shikigami user made his way towards the table where Gojo was seated at once more. “Turn that frown upside down, Megumi-kun - try to be like Tsumiki-chan more, she’s super cute.”

Megumi just rolled his eyes as he settles down in a free seat, letting Rei cuddle up into the younger male whilst Tsumiki giggles at Gojo; who had reached over to playfully tug at her cheek. Soon though Gojo gestures for the two kids to order what they want for lunch before they go home; a habit of theirs now since Gojo cannot for the life of him cook.

The one time he tried cooking...well...lets just say the kids have since begged for him to never attempt cooking ever again.

Hence why, after a brief lunch and a brief visit to the grocery store, the four of them made their way back towards Gojo’s home. He had long since moved out from the apartment that he rented in the beginning, understanding how important it is for Megumi and Tsumiki to have their own private spaces to retire to after a long they. Because after all that they’ve been through and are going to be going through in the future as people touched by the jujutsu world, they are still growing kids first. So Gojo had invested in a nice home close that is close to the college, yet not too far away from the city where the kids might feel cut off from their friends on the outside.

“Alright, time to get you into the shower,” Gojo grins at a giggling Rei, who he had set in her baby seat as he puts away the groceries; Tsumiki had offered to make some katsudon for everyone for dinner tonight. Hence the brief stop at the grocery store. Since it was still little early into the afternoon, the two Fushiguro children retired in their rooms to unwind and catch up with homework before preparing for diner. So for now, Gojo and Rei were alone once more. “Gotta make sure you’re cleaned up before your nap~”

Rei just giggles and smiles over at the older man, reaching her arms up so the man can carefully picked her up as he made his way towards his bedroom. It was a normal routine for him to give Rei a shower after coming home from the outside, worried that she was going to be carrying dirt and germs into her bed before she is laid down for her nap. So Gojo carefully filled the baby tub he set out inside his shower stall before he carefully filled it with warm water and bubbles; making sure the water was warm enough before he carefully strips Rei and sets her in the warm bath.

Many people have questioned him before as to why he was taking care of her like she was his own child. Even though she is her niece, her parents are Curse Users; they defected from the jujutsu world in order to live in a life of crime. Or more so Y/N leaving behind her family and friends for something as feeble as her ‘love’ for Geto Suguru. Many people call her delusional, stupid, naïve - no one can picture just what was it that made her choose between the life on the run with Geto, for the luxurious life that the Gojo estate has, and still would, provide to her. Even after Rei was born.

However, to Gojo, he just knew she saw it differently.

If there was one person who he can rely on completely, without having to fear of judgement, it was definitely Y/N. She was his twin sister, someone who ‘cursed’ with the same power as he was, and knows all the struggles and stress that comes with being ‘the strongest’. When she had found out she was pregnant, she was terrified - running into his room in the middle of the night with the positive pregnancy test in hand. She was scared shitless with the entire idea that she was going to be a teen mum alone.

And no matter how much Gojo had tried to reassure her that if Geto was here, he would be ecstatic with the idea that he was going to be a father, Y/N was inconsolable. She was terrified at the idea that not only would the baby will not have a father, they might even have to suffer through the stigma of having a parent that was a murderer in their world. Y/N was also going through it as well; it was clear as day that Geto was the last thing that was truly keeping Y/N sane. Although Gojo and her had a special bond, it was like Geto was that extra support that made sure both of the Gojo siblings were still staying strong.

Maybe it was the stress of the idea that she was going to be called out by the elders of the clan, or her parents might be disappointed in her, or maybe the idea that she was going to be a teen parent itself officially cracked her. Gojo, to this day, isn’t 100% sure as to why Y/N chose to do what she did; chose to stay with Geto even though she knows that it will bring more stigma onto her daughter after she was born.

At one point even Gojo had admitted to himself that she was naïve and selfish for choosing what she did instead of facing the brief music that will come from the adults in her life.

But as he playfully makes animal noises at a giggling Rei, Gojo hopes that Y/N rest easy knowing how many people loves Rei. How Shoko, Mei Mei, and even Utahime had essentially dubbed themselves as Rei’s godmothers and spoil her even more than he does; and that is saying a lot. Sure, the elders were not as welcoming to Rei, even more so because she was not carry the Gojo name on top of the fact that her parents were not married when they had her, were definitely not helping her case.

However, Rei was special. She was born her with her mother and uncle’s Six Eyes; and it was because of this that the elders have yet to officially cut Rei off from her surviving biological family.

Whilst he was thinking back about everything, Gojo’s body went on autopilot as he bathe, dried, and dressed Rei like usual. He kept her occupied to the best of his abilities, but from the trip they had earlier today plus the grocery store trip, Rei was already nodding off when Gojo was blow drying her soft black hair. This caused him to smile as he carefully gathered the little girl in his arms, letting her curl up against his chest as he made his way towards his messy study desk.

Even if he is a sorcerer and taking care of 3 young kids, he still needs to do mundane things like homework before he can fully graduate from Jujutsu Tech. And as much as he wants to just cuddle Rei and sleep as well - he’s been putting off this essay for about 3 days now. And its due date is tomorrow; so he has to get cracking on this essay if he wants to be eligible for the final exam this year.

“I wish I can live as carefree as you do, Rei-chan,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the young girl in his arms, glancing down at her sleeping features as she rests her ear above his heart. It was quite jarring honestly, since the little girl looked like one of his best friends, Geto Suguru. A man who he sometimes wish late into the night that he had made a better effort into reaching out to when they are at their lowest.

Gojo knew that the death of Riko had effected all of them in their own ways; and although Gojo had asked Geto a few times if he was alright, he just wished he tried harder. Maybe if he wasn’t so full of himself, that he tried to spot more of the chances in Geto’s behaviour - just maybe, he might still be here right now. He would be the one who witnessed Rei saying her first words (it was ‘dog’ because of Megumi’s Divine Dogs that he lets out at home), to her standing up on her own for the first time, to her first steps.

Gojo felt guilty for being the one to witness all of her firsts when her parents should be the one to do that.

“I hope you know just how much your parents love you, bunny,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the sleeping toddler in his arms as he cuddles her closer, his somber eyes watching her tiny back as it rose and fell with each one of her deep breaths. “I know you don’t really understand things now, but I hope you do not grow up resenting your parents for giving you away before you even have a chance to know them. Your mother is a brave woman; she knew what she had to do in order to ensure that you’d get to live a fair and comfortable life.”

Only silence greeted Gojo after his soft admission, yet all that did was make Gojo let out a brief chuckle through his nose. “She may call me a dumbass, but she trusted me enough to know that there was no way I am going to let you fend for yourself in this cruel world,” He hums as he reaches up to stroke her chubby cheek ever so slightly, a soft and fond smile tugging against the corner of his lips at how Rei just cuddled closer to him in her sleep.

“Because at the end of the day, you’re the greatest gift that has ever been gifted to all of us.”

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pillage-and-lute · 3 years

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If you're still taking request - your arranged marriage Au made me think of Jaskier as maybe someone cursed and in a tower, maybe everyone thinks the prince in a tower is guarded by a terrible dragon but the prince IS the dragon, and Geralt investigates?

Cute idea, elementalsight!

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“Rescuing a fair maiden, really?” Geralt said.

“The notice had he/him pronouns, so probably not exactly,” Yennefer said, looking at her nails. “And you need the money. Do you want the contract or not?”

Geralt picked it up from the table and smoothed the parchement.

“There’s really very little information here, they say he’s guarded by a dragon?”

“Mmmhmm,” Yennefer said, brushing at a chip in her nail polish that was probably imaginary.

“There’s no dragons out here, the terrains wrong, we’d know anyway.”

“Mmh, intriguing, right? Bet you wanna take that contract now.” Yen hadn’t looked up from her nails.

“Yen, what do you know?” He lashes cast odd shadows across her face in the torchlight.

“Nothing I’m telling you,” she said. Then she summoned a portal and disappeared with a swish of skirts.

Damn. He really was out of money though.

The tower wasn’t imposing or ominous. It wasn’t made of black stone or crooked, no random lightning storms or smoke, it wasn’t even that tall.

“Go away,” the voice came from a throat like a blast furnace and Geralt was staring into the slitted eyes of a mid sized (still big enough to eat him, just in more than one bite) dragon.

“Hello,” he said. “What’s a sky dragon doing in a place like this.” It was his special ‘talking to horses or big animals’ voice.

“Not a sky dragon,” the sky dragon grumbled.

“Yes you are, and what’s weird is that you should be up on some chilly cliff, not in a forest.”

“I’m a dragon, not any special kind. The eat you all up and burn your armor kind.” There was a pout in the voice now.

Geralt scratched one of the snout scales.

“Sure,” he said. The dragon huffed, blue-silver smoke rings curling from the nostrils. No eating occurred.

“I imagine I’m not very good eating,” Geralt said. Most witchers would probably at least give a dragon indigestion. “I also imagine you know something very important about the prince in the tower.”

The dragon, despite having eyes the size of soup bowls, did not meet Geralt’s gaze.

“He’s not even a very important prince, I don’t know why you’re interested.”

“I’d quite like to know why he’s imprisoned in a tower,” Geralt said, although a mental picture was forming. “And why I have a contract to kill both him and the dragon guarding it.”

The dragon pulled back sharply and hissed. A blade thin line of fire, blue and so hot it nearly seared off an eyebrow, missed Geralt by inches.

“Monster hunter,” the dragon said, shifting up on it’s haunches like it was getting ready to pounce. It wasn’t. He could see it in the muscles, they weren’t bunched right. The dragon didn’t want to hurt him, and the eyes just looked sad and kind of resigned.

“Yes,” Geralt admitted, holding up his hands, both currently sword free. “But I don’t want to kill him...or you. Monster hunter, not prince hunter.”

“Dragons are monsters,” the dragon said.

“Only to stupid people,” Geralt replied. “And sheep,” he added as an afterthought. “I want to meet this prince of yours.”

“NONE MAY ENTER,” the dragon said. “NOW LEAVE BEFORE I BURST YOUR EARDRUMS WITH A ROAR”

“You can’t, that’s only earth dragons, they’re all curled up under a mountain somewhere, and they’re certainly never blue.”

“The dragon looked nonplussed. “I’LL SPIT ACID IN YOUR FACE.”

“Swamp dragons,” Geralt said. “Green or yellow and a little smaller.”

“I’LL...”

“You were raised by humans,” Geralt interuppted.

“No?”

“Yes you were, otherwise you’d know more. Did the prince raise you? I won’t harm him you know, I only wan’t to talk.”

“NONE MAY ENTER.”

“Yes, you’ve said, but I won’t take him away. I just want to know why people want him dead.” Here Geralt looked the dragon right in the blue eyes, close enough to se the silver flecks in the iris. “Maybe I can help him, help you both.”

The dragon looked away. “Come back at sunset.”

Geralt did.

He yelled out for the dragon but it wansn’t there.

“I’m climbing the tower,” he called out. “Don’t flame me, you invited me.” And he clambered up the tower. Coming back down he’d be thankful for the rope he’d brought, because the stones were slick and smooth. He sat on the small windowsill and swung his legs into a room.

It wasn’t a very nice room. It was definitely a prison. small bed, one candle, uneven table and wobbly stool. A young man was sitting on the floor, cradling a lute.

“Are you the prince?” Geralt asked. He hadn’t seen a picture and although he felt silly making sure, he’d feel sillier if he got it wrong.

“Yes, are you the dragon slayer?”

“Witcher,” Geralt said. “And I did’t slay your dragon.”

“He’s not my dragon, he’s my fearsome jailer, keeping me inside this tower.”

“No,” Geralt said. “I doubt it. Show me your eyes.”

“No,” said the prince, not looking up.

“I’ll bet they’re a very pretty shade of blue,” Geralt said. “With silver.”

Blue and silver eyes met gold.

“You knew,” said the prince, swiping dirty, brown hair from his brow.

“You act odd, for a dragon, prince...” he sought the memory. “Julian.”

“Friends call me Jaskier,” said Jaskier. “Although I don’t have many. Just a little bit of dragon blood in the line, barely more than a drop, really, but I just so happen to get all of it. Anyway, I thought all dragons could look human.”

“They can,” Geralt said. “But they’re raised by other dragons, so they don’t act the same. Why are you inprisoned? And why was I sent to kill you.”

Jaskier sighed. “It’s not good, is it, to have a dragon for a son, even if he is your third son and won’t inherit. Father locked me up and had a mage cast a spell. As a dragon I can roam a little, but I can’t climb down the tower as a human, and I’m only human at night, some mishap with the runes as I understand. True love’s kiss breaks the mage’s spell.”

Geralt scoffed. “That pansy stuff never works.”

“It’s just what I was told,” said the prince, shrugging. “Somehow my father got the idea that true loves kiss will also make me no longer a dragon.”

“Not how that works,” Geralt said.

“No,” Jaskier agreed. “But he keeps sending heroes after me hoping they’ll kiss me.”

“The contract said I was to kill both of you.”

“Yes, well, that would also take care of the problem, wouldn’t it?”

“The problem being you?” Geralt said.

“The problem, generally speaking, being me.”

“We’ll break the spell,” Geralt said, although it wouldn’t be that easy.

“And then what? I can’t fight, I’ve no useful skills and nowhere to go. According to you I don’t even make a very good dragon.”

The young man slumped down. “But I’ve been so lonely,” he said. “You know I’ve been here five years? Just me and my lute, I think I’m going mad. You could even be a figment of my imagination.”

“Right,” Geralt said. “Getting you out first, dealing with other problems later.”

“Where am I going to find true love’s kiss?” asked Jaskier. “Do I kiss you?”

“You could try?” Geralt said. He really wouldn’t mind. The prince was whiny and a little dirty but very good looking. “But I was thinking more like, finding the runes and wiping them out.”

“You can just do that?” Jaskier leap to his feet. “They’re right up there,” he pointed among the cieling beams. “I can’t reach them on my own but the two of us...”

Geralt was already lifting the princling onto his shoulders. He didn’t weigh a lot.

“Just a little forward,” Jaskier said, accidentally kneeing Geralt in the chin.

“Hmmm,” he said, to avoid cursing, and shifted forward.

“Thery’re coming off! The runes are wiping away!”

He was loud but Geralt couldn’t blame him, five years was a long time. Although not compared to a dragon’s lifespan.

“They’re gone, I’m free!”

Geralt let the boy down from his shoulders and got a surprisingly tight hug and a very pleasant, extremely enthusiastic kiss.

“Just...you know, covering all my bases,” said the blushing prince. He really was cute.

Geralt carried him down the tower. Delighted, Jaskier turned into a dragon, then back to a human, then a smaller dragon, house cat sized, and perched on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Where are we going now? And what’s your name? Will I meet other witchers? Don’t forget to bring my lute?”

It would probably get old very quickly, Geralt thought. But the company was kind of nice, if a little scaly.

#geraskier #dragon jaskier #creature jaskier #true love's kiss is for sissys #the witcher #askbox answers

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Boy hates girl?

Title: Boy hates girl?

Square Filled: Stanford AU

Ship: AU!Dean x fem!Reader

Characters: Lisa Breaden

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, arguments, kinda cheating, smut, protected sex, enemies to lovers, and they were roommates, mentions of cheating/post shitty relationships, implied smut, implied oral sex

Summary: Dean crashes into your life and won’t stop bugging you.

Word Count: 2,2 k

Written/Created for: @spnaubingo

2020 SPN AU BINGO Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Are you fucking serious, psycho?” hands-on your hips you growl at the guy standing in front of your door. “Did you follow me home? I already told you the pie is mine.”

“Wait—what?” the guy cocks his head, looks you up and down before he gets a piece of paper out. “No, no! Not you again. Crazy chick,” he retorts, eyes a little narrowed now. “Did you hurt my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? What the fuck are you talking about? I came home,” now you lean in the doorframe, grinning like a winner, “ate a slice of the pie you wanted, and had a shower. I didn’t have the time to kill anyone.”

“This is my girl’s place,” you snatch the piece of paper out of the guy’s hand, frowning when you read your former roommate’s name. “She said I shall pick her up at seven.”

“Dude, that’s my former roommate and she doesn’t live here for like seven or eight weeks. I kicked her bitchy ass out,” handing the guy the piece of paper you snicker. “She liked to do this, ya know. Once in a while a guy came around and left heartbroken. Bitch doesn’t even have the guts to break up with a guy.”

“She wants to break up with me?” the guy sighs now and you pity him for a moment until you remember you hate him. “Fuck, here I am, trying to not be a one and done for once. Great job, Dean.”

“Wait…you are Dean Winchester!” you snicker, eyes roaming his body. “You must be last on her bucket list to fuck!”

“What the fuck!” Dean grunts, stepping closer to look over your shoulder. “Is this a sick game? Do you want to make fun of me, Lisa?”

“Dude, relax,” patting his shoulder you sigh. “Lisa, she had a bucket list of guys she wants to fuck during her time at Stanford. You were the last one,” licking your lips you look Dean all over again. “Don’t know why she broke up with you before you did the nasty.”

“I wanted to wait this time,” Dean hands you a single red rose, shaking his head. “I didn’t even like her that much. It’s just, my brother and his girlfriend called me a heartbreaker, and no one believes I can be faithful.”

“Only as you like to have sex and not commit doesn’t mean you are a bad person!”

“Exactly,” nodding eagerly Dean licks his lips. “I never cheated on a girl. I’m young and want to live my life to the fullest. I do not promise a girl marriage or crap. If you go out with me,” he shamelessly drinks your body in, eyes stopping to your cleavage, “you’ll get dirty soon enough.”

“Ahem,” dipping your head you look past Dean to see your nosy neighbor watch you and the cocky guy. “You better come inside or Mrs. Nosy over there will talk trash about me again.”

“You wanna invite me in, sweetheart,” smirk on his plump lips Dean follows you inside your apartment, eyes immediately drifting toward your ass. “I like the view.”

“Asshole,” you know without looking that Dean was staring at your ass in your sleep shorts. “I wanted to have a nap after studying non-stop. How about coffee?”

“Can I have a slice of the pie too?” he asks, eyes drifting toward your legs when you stop in your tracks to turn around.

“If you answer me one question, you’ll get a slice, Winchester,” he grins, eyes glued to your lips now.

“Shoot me, sweetheart.”

“It’s Y/N and I want to know,” fisting his jacket you look up at Dean, lips pressed into a thin line, “if you fucked my former roommate.”

“Nope,” he purrs, leaning closer to inhale your shampoo. “I told you about my problems.”

“You mean the problems other people have with your lifestyle, Dean,” you pat his cheek before you turn back around to walk toward the kitchen. “I don’t do relationships either.”

“Why? I’m simply curious,” he asks, following you toward the kitchen.

“I like sex, not heartbreak,” you shrug, turning your attention toward the coffee machine. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, wet, a lot of kissing and I love to do it in the kitchen,” you laugh nervously when Dean steps closer to grip your waistline. “Sweetheart, I could show it to you right now.”

“I meant your coffee, Winchester but,” your hands are in his hair seconds later, “give me some sugar first.” He kisses you greedily, forces his tongue into your mouth, making you moan.

“I’m on it,” he picks you up to hold you against the wall, hastily tugging at your top while you try to shove his jacket down his shoulders. “Okay, let me get you out of the top and I’ll show you the goods.”

“Deal.”

Your top and his jacket end up splattered on the floor. You are impatient, just like Dean when you grasp for each other.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whines when you take the lead, hand down his pants to get his dick out. “I need a condom.”

“The cookie jar with the naughty girl on it,” you grin when Dean looks at the jar with a naked guy. “Yeah, that one is the naughty cookie jar.”

“That’s a guy but fuck it—” while you stand on wobbling legs, Dean fetches a condom to roll it over his length, his pants still on. “You’ve got some naughty stuff in your kitchen, sweetheart.”

Dean grins when he ushers back toward you. His member stands tall and proud, reminds you of your favorite toy. But Dean’s cock looks much better than any toy you ever saw.

“Come here, lover boy-“ you crook your finger to lure Dean in. “Give it to me good.”

“That is the worst quote you could bring up,” either way, Dean grips you roughly, slams your back against the wall, smirking when you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You love it, asshole. Now, how do you like it?” wrapping your arms around his shoulders you smirk. “Come on, fuck me, Dean!”

“I’m on it,” Dean groans against you, fighting to shove your sleep shorts aside. “Fucking with clothes on is difficult.”

“Don’t act all coy now,” you dig your fingertips into his shoulders when he finally slips inside, thrusting forward to fill you in on go. “That’s much better.”

“Yeah?” he laughs against you, ignores you fought over apple pie this morning. “Worth a slice of apple pie?”

“Fuck me and we can talk about your pie,” how he manages to hold you against the wall and move at the pace he sets is a mystery to you. Dean groans with every thrust, loves the slick sound of your coupling fills the kitchen. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Better than fighting?” he grips your ass, squeezes your flesh roughly while you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Damn me, I should’ve taken you right there, in the parking lot of the fucking store.”

“Hmmm…” you dip your head, try anything to capture his plump lips. “You promised a lot of kissing.” panting you try to focus on the man move inside of you, not your ringing phone. “Fuck, call me later.”

“Shit—fuck—sweetheart I need you to cum for me,” if you ever heard a man make an erotic noise it's right at the moment when Dean moans against your lips. “Y/N—”

“D-Dean,” a choked-out moan leaves your lips as your body trembles violently. “I love fucking in clothes.”

“I knew you are a dirty little slut the moment you stole my pie,” Dean speeds up, chases his release while you tug at his hair, and crash your lips onto his mouth to swallow his deep groans. Seconds later Dean comes with a loud grunt, and a violent jerk of his hips.

“That wasn’t bad, Winchester—”

“It was a B, Y/N,” he sighs against you, tongue licking into your mouth. “Sorry, I was on the edge for months. I tried to be a good boy and not fuck on the first date.”

“Well, congrats and thank you for the orgasm,” you tug harder at his hair, grinning when he growls low in his throat. “If you want some pie, I want round two in my bedroom.”

“Already addicted?”

“Maybe…”

“There is nothing better than postcoital pie,” you laugh at Dean’s words, even pat his chest. It’s been a long time since you felt comfortable around a guy. “So, will you tell me why you don’t do relationships?”

“I thought you were about to leave,” you roll to your side, eyes closing for a moment to not watch Dean go.

“I could stay a little longer,” Dean offers. “I like your bed, it’s comfortable and I’m a little tired after round three. Hell, my jaw still hurts.”

“I had two serious relationships,” oddly Dean spoons you to bury his face in your neck. “My first boyfriend and the dude popping my cherry dropped me shortly after we arrived at Stanford. He wanted parties, random girls and I, well I believed in monogamy.”

“A cheater?”

“Nah, he broke up with me before he fucked the first chick. At least he had better manners than my second boyfriend,” you turn around to face Dean. It’s an odd feeling to have him so close.

“I only had one real relationship. Her name was Cassie and she kinda was the one breaking my heart back then. She wasn’t my first girl, but the first I fell in love with.”

“Anyways,” concentrating on the freckles on Dean’s face you try to swallow the lump in your throat, “my second boyfriend, I caught him in the act, on our bed. After that, I decided to never let anyone in again.”

“Sorry,” mumbling the word Dean slides his hand over your hair. “I’m the last guy telling you they were douches. I’m no better.”

“Did you ever cheat?”

“Nope.”

“In that case, you are a better man, Dean,” somehow Dean feels his chest swell at your words. No one ever cared about his side of the story. Everyone believes he’s a heartbreaker, a cheater even.

“WHAT THE FUCK DEAN!” Lisa drops her keys, furiously waving her hands while you whip your head toward her, grinning like the devil.

“Ah, hey, Lis’,” you give her a wink. “As you decided to steal my favorite dress when I asked you to move out and told everyone I kicked you out, I just snatched your boyfriend out of your hands.”

“WAIT—WHAT?” Dean gapes at Lisa, huffing when she throws insults at him. “Uh-you said she wanted to break up with me.”

“Lisa only sent her lovers to my apartment when she wanted to break up with them. She wasn’t here to meet up with you hours ago,” you shrug.

“I gave him the wrong address,” while you move your hand toward Dean’s thigh to grip it tightly Lisa throws a tantrum. “I called!”

“Ah, yeah,” laughing you look at your phone on the ground. “We were kinda busy fucking. Sorry, Lisa. The joke is on you this time.”

“Good thing I wanted to fuck him once and dump him too,” storming out of your bedroom Lisa kicks things out of her way, even smashes a lamp against the wall. “I bet he’s a loser and can’t get it up. I tried to get in his pants for weeks.”

“Yeah about that, he’s a bomb, Lis’!”

“Did you know she didn’t want to dump me?” brows furrowed Dean looks at you.

“No,” covering your eyes with one arm you sigh. “I told you she likes to do this. Anytime she wanted to dump a guy she left the apartment and only came back after I called her. I honestly believed it’s the same with you.”

“She wanted to dump me either way,” rolling onto his back Dean looks at the ceiling. “Guess I am luckless when it comes to relationships and crap.”

“Same, dude—”

“Why are you here again?” looking at the pie in Dean’s hands you eye the gift warily. “Dean, what do you want?”

“You see—” placing the pie onto the kitchen counter Dean sighs deeply. “I know you don’t do relationships, but I think we clicked. I know you must’ve felt it too.”

“I felt orgasms,” you like to play it cool, and not give away you thought about Dean the whole weekend. “Dean, this won’t work out.”

“How can you be sure if you don’t even want to try? I’m not perfect, but I promise to be honest and never cheat on you, Y/N,” shuffling on his feet Dean looks at you. “We could go for a date. If you don’t like me, we can stay friends.”

“Friends with benefits?” sliding your hand over Dean’s chest you look up at him.

“Deal…”

“Okay, the benefits ain’t that bad, Winchester,” this time you barely made it out of your apartment before he had you in the backseat of his car and later at the room he shares with his classmate.

“I heard you are looking for a roommate,” Dean smirks when you look up at him. “Well, we can’t always fuck at my room. The sock over the doorknob doesn’t always work out.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“Yeah, uh—erm,” stammering Dean tries to convince you to let him move in with you. “I mean, we could have sex anytime. I’m a great roommate. My burgers are the best and we can study together.”

“You will pay half of the rent and help me clean too. Only as I let you see me naked doesn’t mean I will treat you differently.”

“Deal, sweetheart…”

“Deal, Mr. Winchester.”

And then, they were roommates…and lovers…and best friends…and much later…they grew old and grey together…

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