#i'm done struggling w this now love and light

[mimisempai]

Not the same goodbye anymore

Summary

Aziraphale and Crowley have said goodbye many times in the past, but today, as he watches the Bentley drive away, the angel realises that now every goodbye will be different.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #46: A lingering kiss before a (long) trip apart.

On Ao3

Rating G -  902 words

Crowley glanced at his watch and sighed. There was no point in putting it off, it was time for him to go.

He said quietly, "Angel..."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "Say no more, it's time for you to go, isn't it?"

They stood up at the same time and walked side by side to the door of the bookshop.

The demon turned to the angel and, taking her face between his hands, said softly, "The longer I delay, the harder it will be. Don't be sad, it's only a few days, you won't even have time to miss me".

Aziraphale replied in a slightly wry tone, "I know, you're only leaving for three days and yet it feels like a trip around the world."

Crowley stroked the angel's cheek with his thumb and replied softly, "I know, Angel, believe me, I know. I feel like I'm going away for a long time too."

Aziraphale had done his best not to show the melancholy he had felt at the thought of the demon's absence. He had told himself that he should be happy that Crowley was so passionate about his work at the planetarium.

It was just for some days.

They'd been apart for much longer, with no certainty of seeing each other again, which was not the case now.

But despite all this good reasoning, now that Crowley was about to leave in a few seconds, the angel found it hard to put up a front.

He wanted to put his hand over his mouth to stop the words coming out, but Crowley still held his face in his hands and the Angel's mouth was running faster than his brain so he couldn't help but blurt out, "Will you miss me?"

The demon gave a small smile and replied in a low voice, "I miss you already, Angel.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the angel's in a tender kiss. 

When he tried to pull away a fraction of a second later, he could not because Aziraphale's hands had caught his face and were pressing against him to make the kiss last. The demon didn't struggle, of course, and the kiss lasted a few more seconds.

When they finally broke apart, Crowley ran his thumb over the Angel's lips and said sheepishly, "I really have to go now, Angel.

Aziraphale, his throat tightening, nodded and walked out with the demon to accompany him to the car. 

Once in front of the Bentley, Crowley planted a light kiss on the Angel's temple before getting behind the wheel. 

Aziraphale waved at him through the window and, seeing his sad little smile, the demon couldn't resist and rolled down the window.

Poking his head out, he said to the angel with a half-smile on his lips, "One last one for the road?”  

Smiling, Aziraphale leaned over and, after one last kiss on the demon's lips, said softly, "Have a good time, my love."

They looked at each other in silence for a few moments before the Bentley decided to take matters into its own hands and sped away.

Aziraphale, chuckling slightly, followed the car with his eyes until it disappeared around the corner.

"Hard to let him go, isn't it?"

The angel, who didn't really have the heart to deflect, replied softly to Nina, who had just arrived beside him, "You have no idea." 

Nina nudged him with her shoulder and replied, "Oh, I think I have a little idea, you know, when Maggie decides to go on one of her trips in search of rare records. I may know she'll be back, I may know it'll only be for a short time, this little place she's got here..." 

Nina tapped her chest before continuing, "remains empty, and the emptiness is felt until she's back. So, knowing your story, I can imagine... how it is for you."

Aziraphale nodded without answering, for Nina couldn't have described what he was feeling more accurately. 

But at the same time, today was different from all the times he'd watched Crowley leave, not knowing when or if he'd see him again, not being able to say how he felt, never knowing how the demon felt.

Everything was different.

Crowley loved him and he loved Crowley.

They both knew it.

He knew that Crowley would be back in three days.

He knew the demon would miss him, just as he had made no secret of the fact that he would miss the demon.

So, sure, that little void Nina was talking about was there, in his chest, but it was bearable because he knew Crowley would be back soon to fill it again.

So instead of focusing on that void, he decided to focus on the perspective of the demon's return.

He turned to Nina and asked with a smile on his face, "So, Nina, what sweet treats are you serving at the cafe today?"

Nina threw on that little smile she always had when she understood a situation, put her arm around Aziraphale and led him to the coffee shop, giving him a detailed list of the day's pastries.

Three days later, when she saw the Bentley parked outside the bookshop, she thought that it was unlikely that the bookseller would be coming in for a pastry today, as he probably didn't need any comfort food.

His beloved was back.

The emptiness would be filled again.

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[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

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[filmbyjy]

Hehe imma send multiple

Maybe something like bf Jungwon & y/n being shy w skin ship but like both of y’all are clingy idk how to explain it

HOLD ME TIGHT

a/n: why is this me. like I am clingy but I am so shy on skinship and plus I constantly overthink things😪 also so sorry if this was bad 😭

both you and jungwon were currently at a cat cafe. since, you wanted to play around with the cats. jungwon nuzzles his nose right on the kitten in his hands. He smiles and continues to do so over and over again as the kitten attempts to lick his nose. All of this happening right in front of you and you can’t help but feel a little sad.

well the better term would be jealousy. as you could say since the kitten was pretty much getting his attention way more than you. you were just a witness to the cute action that was happening in front of you. you craved for this type of cute affection with jungwon. however, you weren't that brave to voice out your own thoughts.

while other couples in public could easily display affection, you can't help but get shy over it. it made you feel disappointed in yourself. why couldn't you over come this awkward feeling. you had a boyfriend that was probably more than ready to give you affection you craved but you always hesitated to do so.

"(name), look. this kitten keeps meowing back whenever i meow." jungwon calls out, seemingly pulling you out of your small bubble of thoughts.

he meows and the kitten meows back. he laughs before pecking the kitten's small head. oh how adorable he was. you didn't understand his cute little tangents he liked to go on whenever you two hang out. sometimes, you even wondered if he was a cat. he seemed so...cat-like and playful.

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing really comes out, it was like the words that you wanted to express to him were not coming out. "jungwon?"

he hums, "yes, baby?" he continues to give the kitten a little more attention but stops a to look up at you.

"i- nevermind." he could sense the slight hesitation in your voice and so he carefully puts the kitten down.

"is there something wrong?"

"it's nothing. just something stupid." you brushed it off but jungwon goes to hold your hand which he rarely does since he too was shy with skinship. this was a big step that jungwon took and it was completely out of concern and love.

"tell me, i want to know whenever you're struggling." he lightly squeezes your hand. his adorable cat-like eyes staring into yours.

"i- can we cuddle?" you hesitantly voiced out.

"of course, we're dating. why can't we do that?"

"i know but...i'm scared that you might not want to cuddle. besides, we are still early in our relationship." you pout.

jungwon tilts his head. "are you kidding me? of course i do. you're my girlfriend. i wanna cuddle with you."

"what if you don't like it?"

jungwon playfully scoffs, "how could i hate anything about you? you're just saying random things now." he gets closer to your face. "i like everything about you. now, will you let me be your first ever official cuddle buddy?"

you nod and so jungwon goes to wrap his arms around you. you laid your head against his chest as the multiple cats were lazing around the both of you. jungwon's heart beats were calming. it actually made you sleepy. you could feel jungwon leave a small little peck on your forehead. just a light one.

"we should back to your home. you look tired." jungwon whispers.

"mmm, we should." you tiredly mumbled.

and so you and jungwon went back to your apartment.

"we're taking steps to our relationship. i'm proud of you for voicing out what you want to do." jungwon says.

"i tried to. i don't know if i'll be ready to fully voice out. after all, you are my first boyfriend and the only person i've done some sort of affection."

"don't worry, if you can't do it. i'll initiate it first. i tried my best today too. i'm not that great at showing affection too." jungwon admits.

"really?"

he hums, "yeah, i usually some sort don't do affection. you can ask the hyungs. they probably can tell you about it."

you blushed. "so this is a first time for you too?"

"yup. honestly, i think i'll do my best. i wanna see you blush and get flustered more often. it's cute." you groaned at jungwon's words. "that blush is reserved only for me, right?"

"yes." you looked away from him. jungwon laughs.

"good. now, let's get you to sleep. my little princess."

my little princess...

you liked the ring to it. jungwon's little princess. you couldn't wait to see how the next few months and even years would go with him.

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[ooo-yeah-baby]

Wandering Eyes

Yan!Gilbert Blythe x f!reader

I only write sfw, not proof read, noncon hugging/forced hug, feel free to send requests

Gilbert has always been nice. He has always been well liked and popular. There have never been noticeable flaws in him. 

You didnt know him very well. It's not like you were strangers, you just never really got a chance to talk to one another. Which was why it was so weird when you began to notice him stealing glances at you *every so* very often. 

The glances quickly turned into staring. You thought there was something wrong with you at first. Maybe you had something in your hair or your clothes were messed up. As it continued happening you began to think you were being conceited. 

But you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. Especially that day. 

At lunch you sat with the other girls in your little nook, whispering about unimportant topics. You sat by the window. 

It got to the topic of boys, like it always did. You didn't have much interest in the conversation. It usually began with someone bringing up a boy and Ruby saying how sad and handsome he his. You decided it was best to just tune it out this time around. 

Of course when you're not paying attention to one thing you're paying attention to another.

Gilbert. You could see him peeking at you from the space in the sheet that Dianna and Anne had put up. "Why was he staring? What did he want? Its creepy." You fidgetted with your dress as you tried not to make it obvious that you were uncomfortable. 

Suddenly you felt a hand clasp yours. 

"Are you okay, y/n?" Anne said, bumping you from your panicked state. 

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I'm fine. Thank you, Anne," you smiled and squeezed her hand. 

Truthfully, you were irked.

After school you hurried to get your things and ran after Gilbert. 

"Blythe!" You yelled as you approached him. 

"Y/n?" He said turning to you, a light blush reaching his cheeks. "W-what is it? Is everything okay?" 

"No. It's not." You stopped in front of him. "Why do you keep staring at me?" You lunged directly into the topic. "Did I do something? Do you have something to tell me? If you do then say it!" 

Gilbert was flustered. It took him a moment before he sputtered something out. 

"No! You didn't do anything!" He grabbed your hand, tracing his finger around your palm as he looked at it. A shy smile grew on his face. 

"Then why are you staring at me?" You quirked a brow, now being more confused than ever. 

"Well, I guess there's no use hiding it." He shrugged. He intertwined his fingers in yours and began walking, of course you followed, warily, he was practically dragging you.

You got a ways away from the school before he finally piped up. "Y/n, you aren't courting anyone? Are you?" He asked. You felt his thumb rub against the back of your hand. You shook your head in response.

You could see his eyes twinkle. "Well... I'd like to," he swallowed mid sentence, "court you." 

"What?" You stopped walking. Gilbert looked worried. "Gilbert, I'm flattered but... I mean, we don't even really know each other."

You felt his grip on your hand tighten. For a second Gilbert looked panicked but he brushed it off with a nervous laugh and a smile. 

"Of course we know each other! We've been going to school together for years." He rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell you weren't budging and that he was making you uncomfortable but he also didn't know if he'd ever get a chance like this again. 

"Gilbert, I'm sorry but I can't court you. Now, please, let go of my hand." You began to pull back your hand but he wouldn't let go. 

"N-no!" He pulled you closer to him and grabbed your free hand. His breathing became erratic. "You don't mean that. I mean, how could you mean that? I've never done anything wrong. How could you not like me?" 

"Gilbert you're scaring me!" You struggled in his grasp but he pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/n I love you." 

"Gilbert you're delusional! We barely know each other!" You squirmed against him but he wouldn't budge on his hold.

He didn't respond. He was hugging you so tight that you could feel his body heat. His breath brushed the place between your neck and the shoulder of your dress. 

"Gilbert if you don't let go I'm going to scream." You spoke firmly as you pushed on his chest. 

He didn't let go though. Maybe he was testing whether you'd actually do it. Maybe he didn't hear you, too wrapped up in the feeling of him having you in his arms, wrapped up in him. 

He didn't want to let go. 

"Scream then." His grip tightened as he waited for your response. A smile grew on his face after basking in the few seconds of silence. 

#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #anne with an e #anne of green gables #yandere gilbert blythe #yandere #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere sfw

[an1mu5]

vessel's pre-venue jitters [nsfw - gn!reader]

-had to pause writing my lewis fic cause i listen to sleep token while i write and had a wicked idea pop into my head. now i can't stop thinking about vessel having mad anxiety before a show and the reader, who's also in the band, helping him calm down-

(i did not plan this out, i wrote it all on the spot, i just needed to get this out of my brain - i'm still prioritising my lewis fic)

word count: 886

cw: nsfw, swearing, sub!vessel, dom!reader, oral sex (m!recieving), reader's anatomy is not mentioned, no use of y/n, first fic posted! - author doesn't know what else to put here????

god i want him to mount me like thatfjsgtrwdsgvfyuiuh

you were a part of the band and served as a second guitarist next to iv, and you were always quite close to vessel - in ways that the others would always tease you about. although, you kept assuring them that there was nothing between you both, even when you used little petnames with each other.

you were searching for vessel right before a show to seek validation for a quirky idea you had about a little something you could do on stage. you never made rash decisions on the spot for fear you'd mess up the performance, very unlike the others.

you find vessel, still in one of the dressing rooms behind stage rather than getting ready to go out and perform.

you then notice that he's facing away from and has got his head against the wall, muttering small things to himself, and shaking slightly.

you approach to ask him what's wrong, to which he jumps a little, clearly not expecting you of all people to find him here.

"just... gimme a minute... get out there, i'll follow later..."

you're not having it. you make him sit down and notice the light sheen of sweat on his neck, which is already testing the integrity of the black body paint coating his skin. and he hasn't even done all his little dancey dances yet!

you ask him again what's up with him, kneeling down in front of him to appear less intimidating. he simply sighs. his shaky hands reach for yours, searching for that anchor to ground himself.

"just a bit nervous, love..." he mumbled as his hands interlocked with yours. "dunno why..."

you do your best to comfort him but none of your words seem to work, he always has a negative thought step in and frustratingly deflect your consolation with it's iron shield of self-deprecation.

as the time ticks quickly and you've now likely just less than 10 minutes before you have to go out on stage, and you definitely can't let him go out there like this. you need to release his tension somehow.

it's in this moment when you abandon your value of not making rash, on-the-spot decisions.

you slip your hands out from his, roll your mask up just above your nose, and begin make quick work of his belt, which ultimately made him panic a bit more.

"shit- w-what are you doing?!" he tried to stop you, but you simply swatted his hands away and began to shimmy his pants down his thighs.

you shushed him, telling him to just lay back and focus on the sensations. you assured him that you'd ease his nerves.

was it his fault that he trusted you?

he definitely goes commando under the costume, fucking fight me, i will die on this hill. he's also like 7-8 inches, yet you still believe you can take him all when you watch the length of it roll out like a red carpet.

you feasted on both his fat cock and the little moans you illicit out of him with stripe you lick up his long shaft, enticed as you witness him go from soft to rock hard after mere moments of you touching him.

your hand rested on his thigh while your other was tenderly fondling his balls as you suckled on his swollen, leaky tip. it was a struggle for him to keep quiet, who knows who could be lurking outside the unlocked door of the dressing room.

he could probably pass it off as him practicing his vocals should anyone have heard him.

his hand came up to nest on top of your head, gripping at the fabric of your mask as you slowly begin to take an inch of him into your mouth.

he struggles not to buck up and fuck the ever-living shit out of your throat.

you make quick work of him, taking as much of him in as you can, wasting no time in sucking him off. he softly whimpers out your name.

he finishes quickly with a loud stifled moan, you made it hard for him not to when you're bobbing up and down on his length like that, your tongue flattened, and your cheeks hollowed to optimise his pleasure.

he shoots his fat load deep down your throat, you swallow it all gratefully. your mouth pops off his cock, which is beginning to soften as he pants. he's certainly a lot calmer now.

however, he doesn't know if he could look at you the same while performing without getting hard again.

you may have eased his nerves but what have you done to his mind?

he tucks himself back into his pants, you pull your mask back down over the bottom half of your face, and you both leave the dressing room without uttering any words to each other.

vessel has a bit of a haze clouding his head while you regroup with the rest of the band, who are definitely smirking at you both for being gone until last second.

"you two snogging back there, or what?" iii teased you, making ii and iv giggle.

vessel was a little embarrassed, but he ignored it, finding comfort in the fact that they didn't exactly what it was that you two were doing.

you simply told them to get fucked as you all began to flood onto stage.

hey, hoped you enjoyed this! i haven't read it over, i wrote it all on the spot and am now posting it. please let me know if you have any icks or recommendations on how to make this better!

thank you for reading!

-leo :3

#sleep token #vessel #vessel sleep token #vessel x reader #gender neutral reader #sleep token x reader #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token fic #smut #sleep token smut

[ticklishthoughts1]

Hyperfocus:Ribs

NGL, this was long overdue but I have been busy as of late ^w^

I'm just sitting down, reading, a relatively often occurence. I look up as they come in, and a smile lights up my face. I wave them over, setting the book down and hugging them, then moving over on the bed so they can lay next to me, they themselves getting a novel. Life can be so chaotic, fun but wild at times. It makes these times with them, just quietly being together, enjoying each others presence, all the more precious. Of course, them being them, the silence wouldn't be forever. I feel a poke in my side, and look up, only to see them reading. Hmm. I slowly look down, and 3 minutes later, another poke. I whip my head up, and see them looking at the book, a barely contained silly smile on their face. Aha. I roll my eyes playfully, then pretend to look back down. As soon as they slowly reach out to poke my sides again, I grab their wrist, turning, straddling their wasit, and using my forearm to hold both arms above their head, on the pillows. I smirk as they struggle to pull free, but don't, and touch foreheads with them softly, whispering "New Story. This one is about the Little Lee who liked to poke the bear...The Lee with Ticklish Ribs~". My insinuation is noticed, I can tell by the small look of lee panic in their eyes. I smirk, and simply rest one hand on the left side of their ribcage, before drawling out "Now...let's see how many toys we have to play with, hmm?~". I roll their shirt up, before resting two fingers on an individual rib, "counting" it, by vibrating both fingers on the rib and moving on to the next rib as they squirm around under me. "1......2......3...4.....5....6....Dang it! You're so Squirmy! I lost count of which one I was on...guess we gotta start allllll Over!~ Try to be still this time, Darling. 1.....2....3.....4...5...6...7...8..........Ah heck, I got lost in your eyes about that. Dang. What number was I on? An 'EEHEHEHEHEIHIGHT' ? What is that? Guess we'll just restart again~". I "lose count" 3 more times, and get it right on the 6th try, then I stop, locking eyes with you, and growl out happily, my voice deepening. "I'm gonna do it again. Not because I lost count. Because I can tell you're loving this, and that's just so cute I wanna keep going forever, Sweetheart~". The Flustered Expression on their face tells me I hit the money on my Analysis of their feelings about this whole event. Good. I count the ribs one more time, Painstakingly Slowly, and then finally, I stop counting, and get up.

Oh but I'm not done.

Not by a long shot.

Instead, I tell you to wait, leaving the room for just a second before coming back with a couple of paintbrushes, and paint that's safe for their skin. I giggle evilly, then climb back on the bed, drawling out "Here's the deal, cutie. You have to keep your hands above your head, whether gripping each other, or on the bedframe, while I paint. If you can't, I'll pin you again~". I tilt my head, smiling as they lock their arms over their head, then go over, and straddle them once more, beginning to paint. I'm thorough, using a smaller brush to get in between each rib. My concentration is pure, but not enough to not notice how hard they're trying to keep still for me, which I note on: "Awwwww, you're doing such a good job Baby!~ Being nice and still for me...guess you still like this, huh?~". I wink at them, both of us knowing full well that you loving it was the entire reason I do this. After about 3-5 minutes I finish painting, then raise a washrag, giggling as I begin to scrub the paint off, wiggling my fingers through the rag, and watching them stop holding their arms above their head, cooing "Calm down baby we've gotta get you clean!~". When done, I grin at them then say slowly, softly "There we go...clean enough to eat~". I chuckle when I see their eyes widen, and before they can stop me, I start nomming their ribs gently. I do this for 2 minutes, then, scrub them off AGAIN, and finally, pull you into a hug, stroking their back gently. After a while, we get back to reading, and it's like nothing happened.

Except for the blush on their face.

And the warm smile on mine.

#tickle thoughts #sfw tickle community #ler mood

[itsravenbitch]

I'm done. I'm done with the struggle, I'm done being afraid of my own power. I'm getting in the void today and living the life of my dreams.

I scripted it already. I just want to slide right into my new life with ease. Investments have paid off. I have millions. My financial paperwork will be tucked in the safe in my closet along with some 10k stacks of USD, EUR, GBP, and CNY...30 gold bars and stacks of nicely stored Silver Coins. Throw in some Copper Couns and Titanium Bars for diversity. Self storage cause I'm a Dragon.

In this safe the paperwork will be for my equity portfolios in Blackrock and Fidelity as well as my automatic Treasury Bill portfolios which churn about $10million of liquid USD in interest generated income (currently 600k a year). I'll also have the check books for my 10 liquid cash bank accounts/money market accounts, which always have 250k in them each...my independent financial advisor in NYC makes sure of it...also my tax guy. I visit with them once a month and take a long weekend to enjoy NYC and New England.

I haven't bought any houses yet. Still shopping. Still wondering where I want my routines to be set. But I will be in the process of buying my Mother and Sister properties...also setting up some cash transfers for my friends...anonymously ofc. They'll know I'm good, but I'm keeping all my shit private.

I'm gonna be a dragon. One unified by light and dark. A witch. A curator. An explorer of the multiverse. I will spoil TF outta my family and friends. Live by example and inspire others. Explore all studies of this reality concept and make my life a masterful piece of art. I'm not a gaudy rich person, I'm intentional and tasteful. Luxury that is feng shui.

I've been here all along. And I'm now getting in the vehicle that will ground me into this reality.

ain’t gon lie you kinda lost me.. but i love to see ppl finally be done w the bullshit of the same cycle

[papercupids]

good good night - kim mingyu

pairing -> mingyu x gender neutral reader.

word count -> 0.6k

summary -> mingyu has made it a habit to bail on his friends to not spend more than even a minute than he has to, but he soon regrets it

warnings -> mentions / implied use of alcohol and drinking but that’s about it.

a/n -> this is literally the third or fourth time i've tried to publish this because tumblr loves fucking w me (it didn’t save my last drafts). anyway, i love writing these little mingyu pieces so much i might even convert it into a series or something.

the bell rings and you pause watching, even though you just started watching the movie, gathering all the snacks and drinks and finally sitting down to watch it. and you think about who it could be since you don’t have any parcel deliveries scheduled for today and neither has mingyu.. or does he? 

when you open the door, it reveals not your boyfriend’s package but he, himself, standing in all his 6’3 glory. 

“hey, you’re back!”

“i am,” he walks past you, almost too glad to be home. 

“wait, didn’t you leave like just 2 hours ago or something? mingyu, did you bail on them again?” you ask as you slowly close the door.

he sits down on the seat next to the shoe cabinet, and removes his shoes and smiles at you. he looks drunk but not as drunk as he is everytime. 

“...no I just had enough of the drinks and i was super tired and i just. wanted to be home with you,” he’s done removing the shoes and he holds out his hands, signaling you to come closer. “kinda missed you,” you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you further in, rubbing his nose to yours.

“aw, as sweet as that is, you know you shouldn’t bail on your friends everytime right?” he’d been doing this for the last few times, coming back too early, saying he preferred to spend his only free time, the weekends, with you. you walk up to the sofa and he joins you there after he changes into his home clothes.

“i think they were too drunk to notice. and besides, aren't you happy to have me home?” you look up and grin at him, a grin he’s kinda afraid of you, a grin that means that you have ulterior motives. 

“ofcourse! trust me there's nobody happier than i am.” you play the movie you paused as eerie music starts playing.  “a new horror movie just came out on netflix and i was about to start it so i'm so so happy you came home early so we could watch it together.” 

mingyu attempts to get up quickly but your hands grab at his quickly and he gives you a pleading look. 

“no baby, you can't escape now,”

“i think they're calling me though….”

“too late, baby,”

a bit later though, as the tv sounds go on and on filling up the empty house with the lights off, as you both lay asleep on the sofa, with your face on his chest and his hand lying limp on the floor with the remote still clasped.

he shakes awake slowly, due to some noise in the tv and struggles to slowly move the remote and turn it off without any movement because he was too scared of waking you up.

you had obliged into watching a romcom for the sake of mingyu but deep down he did feel like it was because after a jumpscare or two even you were kinda scared, not that you would ever admit it. 

he strokes your hair gently so if he moves it doesn't wake you up suddenly and scare you, and then he gets up from under you as silently as possible and makes sure you're asleep, which thankfully, you are.

he steps inside the bedroom, turning on the lights and sets up the bed, complete with the blanket on the side folded away to accommodate you and then to be over you.

and he comes back, and again gently kisses your forehead before picking you up, scared that it will wake you up but sleeping on the sofa is a 2 days worth of back pain because of the cramped space and he does not want that to happen to you again.

when he lays you down, you curl up to snuggle yourself and he tucks the blanket to cover you. 

admiring the scene just standing there for a bit.

and then he got into bed beside you, pulling up the covers above his shoulders and facing your side. 

goodnight.

#i say 4-5 times but i've been trying to post this for a fucking month so its more than that ugh #anyway god goodnight its 5 am here i'll go sleep now #mingyu fanfic #mingyu angst #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x you #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x oc #mingyu imagines #svt imagines #svt reactions #svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt scenarios #svt headcanons #svt hhu #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #seventeen x reader #seventeen soft hours #seventeen scenarios #hhu x reader #mingyu headcanons #kpop x reader

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Snowed In

Dom!Diluc x SubFem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

A/n: My first smut was well received, so I've returned with another! <3 Enjoy.

——

Diluc quickly pulls you into a nearby cabin before shutting and locking the door. Thankfully, it seems to be long abandoned, with no trace of the owner in sight. The redhead quickly begins searching the house as you take a seat on the couch you'd seen upon entry. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep whatever heat you had left in your body.

"Shit... no blankets." He angrily sighs. He glances over to your shivering form, his eyebrows knitted with concern. He shouldn't have taken you with him. You had insisted on joining him on his patrol tonight and weren't planning on taking no for an answer. He knew you'd be able to defend yourself, but had he known the snow would be this heavy tonight, he would've been more insistent that you stay in the Winery. Now, the snow was so heavy that he could guarantee that you wouldn't make it back to the Winery in time.

However, now is not the time to reflect on the past. His eyes light up as he comes up with a solution. He has a pyro vision, he'll just use that to warm you up. He walks over to your curled up form before speaking. "Take your clothes off." You snap your head towards him. "W-what? Excuse me?" Diluc looks at you seriously. "Take your clothes off. It isn't ideal to warm up in cold, wet clothes," Diluc gestures to your current attire, dampened from the heavy snowfall. You supposed he was right. Besides, it's not like he's never seen you naked before. Diluc turns around, giving you some privacy as you strip yourself of your clothes, shuddering from the cold as you do so. "Alright... I'm done." You whisper, slightly embarrassed. Diluc turns back around, paying little mind to your state of undress. He sits down on the couch, removing his gloves and opening his arms to you. "Come. I'll warm you up." You hesitate for a second before giving in. You climb into his hold, and he wraps his arms around your waist. You shudder as you feel his hands warm up. Before long, you find yourself sinking into his hold. Maybe you should ask him to do this more often...

Diluc smiled softly at your relaxed form. However, there was only so much he could do to keep his thoughts from wandering.

"There's also something else I can offer to warm you up." His voice lowers in pitch, the implication making you shiver, but not from the biting cold this time. "Oh? What is it?" You play along with his little game.

His left hand moves upwards towards your breasts. He lets his hand linger right underneath before asking you for your consent. "Are you sure?" He genuinely asks, to which you give him an affirmative yes. His hand finally cups one of your breasts, massaging it as you moan quietly. His other hand begins to trail down your stomach, nearing closer to where you want him the most. "Say you want it, dear." Diluc teases, ghosting his fingers over your clit. "Fuck you..." You whine. "That's the intention, my love." You can almost feel him smirking against your neck. You give in a little too easily. "Diluc, please... I want it." With a grunt of satisfaction, he finally begins to toy with your clit. You try to hold back your moans, somewhat successful, until Diluc nips your neck. You yelp. "That's it. Let me hear you." His fingers move lower, now prodding at your entrance. At this point, you're wet enough to let his fingers glide through your folds. You grind down on his fingers, and he gets the message. He sinks a finger into your cunt, feeling satisfaction when he hears your noises of pleasure. He adds another finger, moving them faster, gauging your reaction. His left hand twists your nipple while he palms your clit. He feels you clench around his fingers, groaning lowly. Without warning, you cum on his fingers. He eases you through your orgasm, staring at you through lidded eyes. You struggle to catch your breath as he carefully removes his fingers.

You're definitely warmed up now, and if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by, you'd be here for a while.

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #diluc smut #diluc #genshin impact #diluc x reader #female reader #genshin smut

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

#thanks for the ask! #commander wolffe x reader #tcw wolffe x reader #clone thirsting #so indulgent #not even a little sorry

[ctheathy]

I'm meat munching Secret history tails rn.. could I request a secret history tails x Hyper cuddly! Reader a reader who is just very hyper definitely not allowed to have coffee but there looks are deceiving and They know how to fight really well so let's just say somebody tries to fight them and they just Kick there Butt and there completely whipped for tails- Like they would do anything he tell them to do kinda like harley quinn with the joker The reader just joins in on his Chaos sometimes or if he just tells them to hand him stuff they would do it in a heartbeat

Secret History Tails w/ Hyper cuddly!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Mmm smegsy lipbite😏

Author’s note : HA! Gotta love pampering this unstable a$$ fox. Let’s just not add in on the toxic dynamic between Harley and the Joker, though😭 you two are wholesome babey’s with one another on this blog.

This is malewife x girlboss dynamic fr.

The request had it stated, but in case anybody just so happened to miss it, SH Tails from There’s Something About Amy was chosen

SH Tails/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Amy’s brainwashing is mentioned •

୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.

Right off the bat, he just doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to end up with somebody such as yourself. To him, you truly are like an angel. And he doesn’t behave indifferently about that fact either. You’re like an absolute sunshine in comparison to the horrors they call the multiverse, as if you are the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. He praises you to no end as he covers you in tender and passionate kisses, gently holding onto you as you make your ways through the multiverse. I can see TSAA Tails being a lot more mentally available and composed rather than his past self back in Secret Histories. He’s more mature now and has complete control over the situation you currently find yourselves in, making him slightly less vulnerable. He oftentimes tries to brush off your acts of service, telling you it’s not necessary at all-! You’re his beloved, after all. But he cannot help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever you do manage to get the job done for him. But due to his determined nature, he tends to give you back a favour for your own self every single time.

Despite the fact that you might have enough control over your surroundings and are physically prepared and capable when it comes to self defense besides the potential threats, Tails cannot help but remain the same overprotective fox that he always has been. He’ll allow you to take the reins, but not without quietly observing from a distance, keeping a close eye on you and jump in at a moment’s notice when he notices one single hint of struggle. He doesn’t wish to underestimate your strength, knowing it has the capability of upsetting you, but he wants you safe so.damn.badly. The man wouldn’t know what on Mobius to do with himself if he allowed you to get hurt in one way or another.

He most likely just lets out a singular chuckle of his own at your hyper demeanour and allows you to cling to him with no hesitance. You truly are an endearing soul in his eyes. And how you’re so dead set on keeping him in high priority and ensure his safety wherever you both go, it truly just results in him being all wrapped around your little finger if you look deeper into it. And despite the risk of his position, he completely allows it to happen too. He trusts you with all his might and the things you do for him among the dimensions only makes that devotion grow even stronger. I could for example see you protecting the fox with your life whenever you both end up in a world that hold an endangered environment. You just insist and ensure he stays in the back while you deal with the little issue yourself, leaving him to stare in awe at your form in combat.

I certainly believe you’d get along with Amy quite a lot aswell. Especially when being in similar positions when it comes to travelling through the multiverse and often needing Tails to guide you two through the place, the both of you are able to relate a lot on your current conditions. You did feel a little bad for letting Amy be brainwashed like she had been though, but then again, it was what he desired for the quest after all. And regrettably saying, your priorities just seem to find themselves in the wrong direction. You try your best to not let the dimensions get to your head, but it can become hard due to just how much your companions alone have been caught up in it over the course of time.

୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧୭ ˚○◦˚.

#secret history tails #mashed tails #sh tails #secret history tails x reader #tails x reader #yandere tails #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #yandere tails x reader #sonic the hedgehog

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

oddly specific maybe, but could you please write a smut fic w habit and a reader thats the lead singer in a band? gn or ftm, either or X3

I love this one!! I'm so sorry for the wait :(( I hope you like it!! This is a the first time someone requested a ftm fic and I love it.

HABIT x FTM,lead singer Reader

WARNINGS: biting, blood, mild possessiveness, idk playful slut shaming?

I envisioned gerard ways stage performances when I wrote this I hope that comes through

The set had just ended, and lord was it a high-energy show. By the time you’re done packing up, you’re still covered in glitter and sweat, your throat is raw and sore, and all you can think about is falling face-first into the bed of your motel and sleeping for a week. And that’s just what you do.

Not long after picking up, you’re struggling with a finicky keycard. You sigh, jamming the keycard in the slot and shoving your shoulder against the door. Surprisingly, that worked. You open the door to see Habit sitting on the bed in the center of the room, staring you down with a sinister grin that you don't take the time to acknowledge. Instead, you walk straight to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. As you wash your hands, Habit greets you in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and staring you down. You give him a look as you shake the water off your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I saw you out there. Pretty impressive, y’know.” His voice is plain, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely impressed or not. He seems bitter. You roll your eyes light-heartedly as you walk past him, sitting on the edge of the bed to take your shoes off. “Was the moaning into the mic really necessary though?” There it is! He’s being a jealous bastard. You let out a small laugh before tossing your shoes towards the door.

“Well, yeah, it’s written into the song.” You put your feet up on the bed, stretching yourself out and thanking everything that you chose semi-comfortable clothes to perform in.

“I know damn well it wasn’t! C’mon, you really did not need the fan service.” You aren’t paying much attention to what Habit’s saying, you’re more focused on the fact that he’s within perfect kicking range. So you kick him. Gently, of course, but enough to earn a surprised scoff. He throws his head back, putting the back of his hand against his forehead theatrically in mock betrayal. “I can’t believe you! First, you act like a harlot on stage, and now this! I just can’t believe you.” You scoff in response, putting your hand to your chest.

“Harlot?” You say in mild surprise. “Who do you think you are?” You sit up, supporting yourself with your hands behind you.

“Oh sorry, would you prefer manwhore? A complete and total slut?” You laugh, but Habit seems very committed to being serious. You take the opportunity to play tackle him, which quickly ends with you being pinned against the bed. He’s very proud of his victory, and you suppose you’ll let him have that. He moves to press a rather aggressive kiss to your lips, and that’s all it takes to make you aggressively aware of how this is gonna work out. You can’t help but wonder how much glitter is gonna be on Habit at the end of this. He trails one of his hands up your torso, landing it right on your throat for higher leverage. He squeezes lightly, just enough to constrict your breathing uncomfortably. He bites your lip, shoving his tongue in your mouth the second you open it. As soon as you let your guard down his hands are all over you.

Habit moans into your mouth, moving his knee in between your legs, pressing against your crotch. You yelp when he nips at your tongue, slapping his shoulder and getting your wrist pinned above your head as a result. He spends a while feeling you up like that before moving down to bite your neck, and he bites hard. You think he’s trying to rip out your jugular the way his teeth are digging into you, and when you try to shove him off, he just bites down harder. You’re so sure you’re bleeding, but by the time he gets off you his hand is down your pants, fingers toying with your tdick. He gives you a long, deep kiss before pulling away.

“Oh so loud rabbit. Tellin’ everyone around how good I’m making you feel, huh?” You nod, closing your eyes tight. It really shouldn’t feel this good, but being on the road and all, you haven't really been touched in weeks. He teases your entrance a while before shoving his middle and ring finger into you, angling everything just right—you just about cry, and he’s not even close to done yet. He’s not even making an attempt to stretch you out, he’s just looking for reasons to mock you for being sensitive. “Rabbit I’m surprised, you normally last a lot longer than this don’t you?” He speaks so condescendingly, leaning down, his cheek against yours, and you're pressed tightly against him. He couldn’t have been touching you for more than three minutes, and you’re already at your first whining orgasam.

Now, Habit is lifting you off the bed slightly, enough to get your pants down and as soon as they're off he's undoing his own. He just can't help it, I mean how else is he gonna prove you're his? You deserve a treat after such a good performance. Or maybe you deserve a punishment for painting yourself like that in front of so many people. Habit can't decide which, so he'll mix both. He barely has to line himself up he knows your body so well, and as soon as he's ready—which is the second he has the chance—he's ramming into you so hard you're about 80% sure he's gonna shatter your cervix if he goes on like that.

All of it aside, Habit still has you screaming and grabbing at the sheets like your life depends on it. He keeps his pace and intensity as he bends down to suck dark hickies into your neck. The combination of him biting—practically chewing on your neck and how full he's making you is almost unbearable. It's just not enough for Habit, though, so he has absolutely no choice but to reach a hand down and jerk you off. That sends you into an absolute frenzy—you're arching your back, pressing yourself against him and simultaneously trying to get away from him, and he's not sure if he's amused or annoyed by your defiance. He moves to grab both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head and getting more aggressive with his biting. This time, you know he drew blood, ‘cause when he comes up to kiss you it's dripping down his chin and smeared across his lips, and when he goes in for a kiss you taste it—salty and metallic.

Habit moves down to lick up the blood he drew, and as he does so he hits something just right it makes your dick twitch and throb against his fingers. He moves just a little faster, almost growling. “C'mon rabbit, cum for me cum on my dick.” You nod, moaning his name loud enough the people next door bang on the connecting wall. Habit laughs, leaning in to lick all the way up the side of your face.

“My good rabbit, huh?”

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[mr-bas00nist]

Bro I'm stupid and I press send without fucking finish the sentence

ANYHOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE BY TELLING MR YOU WRITE FOR KÖNIG

I look at your pinned post and you said you write angst

CAN I GET A ONE SHOT, HC OR WHATEVER YOU WANT REALLY WITH LIKE KÖNIG ARGUING WITH HIS S/O? BUT LIKE they're arguing and he ends up saying something really mean. Good old hurt/comfort or hurt/no comfort, do what you deem fit 👀

CAUSE IM TIRED OF SEEING SHY UWU BOI KÖNIG AROUND, I WANT THIS MAN TO DESTROY MY FEELINGS

This one was kinda self indulgent because I’d do the same thing König would do to really close friends and people I knew. 😕 This one is a sadder on so be aware.

Reader is Non-Binary!!!

Cw! Angst with no comfort, Arguing, abuse mentions

You and König had a great relationship, very open and loving. You guys always respected each other no matter what. But König had outbursts due to his anxiety. He constantly would belittle himself and look for comfort from you and usually you had no issue helping him out but It got tiring. He just got more and insecure about your relationship and himself that you just started to leave him to his feelings. 

He’d get anxious, yell at you, start crying in your arms and say it’s all his fault. And it was this almost every single day. You tired to reassure him but it was like he was just using you for comfort not even like a real relationship anymore. You believed that he thought you were just his therapist. He’d barely ever kiss you hug you it just turned into yelling and sobbing and you turning into the ‘asshole’. 

You were so fucking tired of it. And what do you know it happened again like usual. König was beating himself up about stuff yelling at you about it while you just sat there with a blank expression. When he finally calmed down he spoke shakily. “C-can I have a hug?” He asked sadly and you continued to give him that exhausted expression. 

He was confused beyond belief, why weren’t you rushing to comfort him? 

“No.” You stated turning the TV off. “W-wha- why?” You stood up. “Because I’m sick and tired of you just using me, we used to have such a great loving relationship now all you ever do is take your emotions out on me and expect me to comfort you!” 

You rubbed your temples and you could tell he started to get mad. “I’m not u-using you! I didn’t say you couldn’t talk to me about  anything-“ you cut him off “every-time I’d ever try to talk about  anything you were always busy and didn’t have enough time for me. But when I’m doing something you can say whatever you want, I’m so done with it!” You shout angrily.

“B-but you can’t just-“ you cut him off again “No just shut the fuck up for five seconds! I understand you have problems and struggles and I have no issue with helping you but it’s become to the point where all you ever do is yell at me to make yourself feel better than leave me with a headache and heartache.”

He begins to cry while you can do nothing but glare at him. “We need to take a break, if you can’t see what you’re doing is wrong than the last thing I need is to be in a relationship with you.” You grab your phone. “Get your shit and get out, I’ll call you a taxi. When you’ve finally decided to not be an asshole you can talk to me, now go!” He drops to the ground sobbing uncontrollably on the ground holding onto your leg as he begs for forgiveness. 

You kick him off making him stumble back. “If you don’t hurry up I’ll also add a restraining order to the list, now go. Get. Your. Stuff. Or I will set it on fire.” He slugs himself up sadly still crying as he goes to get his stuff. You turn the TV back on scrolling through whatever is on. He comes back down a few minutes later with his eyes all red sad. You look at your phone. “Taxi’s right around the corner go wait outside.” You speak emotionlessly. 

He sniffles as the bright glaring lights of a car show up. You stand up putting your hand out. “Keys.” He whimpers not wanting to give them up. You yank his keys out his hand taking the one to your house. “Go.” He cries weakly walking towards the taxi. As soon as he sits down in the car you slam the door shut. 

You sighed tiredly. You looked around the house, at the pictures of you and him. You both were so happy, but not anymore.

#könig x y/n #könig x male reader #König x NB reader #König #cod mw22 #call of duty

[dollywheeler]

September 13th, 1996

Dear diary,

I have an idea for Will's assignment and I'm itching to work on it, but as I wouldn't dare using something as messy as charcoal in the Stevenson's living room, I'm just going to write it down so I don't forget. I tried using pencil but it just doesn't translate the way I want it to. I'll have to get back to it as soon as I get home - or maybe tomorrow as it'll probably be pretty late.

Anyway, my idea is as following; I want to redraw the bulging wallpaper so it has a tear in it, as if the thing beyond the wall has already breached it. I want a single, sharp fingernail to be visible, but it's not monstrous, just normal, manicured. That way it's both horror and escape at the same time, depending on the person looking at it. I want to do something with the lights too - play on it. Maybe I can ask Will for some advice on that. I'm struggling with the shadows and contours anyway, and it's been fun talking with him in class these past few weeks.

People seem to like him a lot too. Everyone except Whitney, though I don't think it's personal. Apparently he's taken over yearbook from Mrs. Newman, much to Whitney's chagrin, who's been working towards gaining her respect for the last two years. She's always liked a challenge and I doubt Will is going to be a worthy opponent - he's way too agreeable and too reasonable to dismiss someone as talented as Whitney.

She's already done her own assessment of him and interviewed him about his credentials - probably without his knowledge - and according to her, he seemed intimidated. It wouldn't surprise me if he was.

Also! Daniel asked if I wanted to sign up for an elective together next semester! Apparently he is bummed we don't share more classes as well! He really wants to do Film as Literature which sounds amazing except it's, of course, taught by Mike - and Will too, somehow. Don't know how they sprung that but I'm sure they're ecstatic about it.

It sounds so cool, but what's the point of getting to spend more time with Daniel if those two will be watching the entire time? Absolutely not. Maybe I can convince him to take psychology instead. It's not as fun and we won't be able to talk as much, but of course those two would monopolize the arts and literature department.

It's not that Mike has been terrible. Sure, it still sucks to just see him existing around Hawkins, but now he's taken the hint and leaves me alone I can actually focus on class again. He's not a half-bad teacher either.

I just w

Damn, I had to calm Marial down from a nightmare and now I have no idea what I was going to write. That's going to itch at me.

I hope the Stevensons get back soon; I need to catch up on so much sleep. Their guitar isn't in its usual spot in the living room either which is a bummer as I'd been looking forward to playing it again. I was sure I would make it to the chorus this time.

C'est la vie, I guess.

Love, Holly

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[http-tokki]

"You were supposed to be the one"

oof this one hurt.

bakugou x villain reader! c/w: yandere behaviour! mentions of blood! unhealthy relationships!

Kneeling in the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo, droplets still falling around you as you stared up at Katsuki. He is backlit by the street lights and oil fire raging behind him, the once quiet street now littered with rubble. The quiet night ruined by the ever-creeping sirens, lights flashing in the distance. You had minutes before you were surrounded, taken into custody, and locked away. Minutes to make Bakugou Katsuki pay for what he did, for your shattered heart.

"This isn't how it was meant to go" you whispered, looking down at your blood-soaked hands, the rain running clear rivers along your skin. "You weren't meant to go"

You hear Katsuki take a step forward, hesitation laced every movement.

"I'm sorry" his voice soft and comforting despite his battle attire. Despite the fact he was here to stop you, the destruction you were causing as you struggled to mend your broken heart. Anyone else would have dealt with it with booze, drugs, or ice cream. Blacking out in a club, or spending the night in a sleazy trap house, hell even eating your weight would have been healthier than going on a city-wide rampage that resulted in your subsequent arrest. Any normal person would have had a normal reaction.

"Please, you need to stop and come with me" Katsuki closes the gap with another step. "Please"

If you were any other villain, he wouldn't have hesitated to blast you to hell but it was you. You were different; you were someone he did love, but it wasn't healthy. It was all-consuming and soul-draining and god, all he wanted to do was scoop you up and carry you home. Katsuki wanted to live on the run with you, he would go anywhere and be anyone to just spend the rest of his life with you but he was a hero and you were a villain and there was no changing that.

"You were meant to be different. You promised you would be different but you lied, you lied like all of them" your sentences start to break with sobs, heaving breaths between words as tears start to flow. "You were supposed to be the one"

"I know and I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not. If you were sorry you wouldn't have done this but you did and now, I can't stop crying" fingers dig into your palms, nails pressing deep. "I don't want anyone else but you 'Suki. It was just you"

Bakugou doesn't know how to respond, throat closing as his own tears well.

"You're not allowed to have anyone else, I don't want you to" you lift your head, eyes now blazing with simmering power. "You are mine"

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[haphira]

Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler By: Haphira

Chapter 39. The Aftermath - Ladybug feels the fallout but she isn’t alone anymore 

The group landed a few blocks away on an abandoned building, Ladybug was holding back a sob, as she turned to face the group. 

“I don’t... I don’t think I need to, remind you... that we have to... have to keep his identity a s-secret.” Ladybug struggled to say, holding her arms together tightly.  

“Ladybug...” Dìonadair said softly, “It’s okay, you can let go.” He opened his arms as an invitation for her. Ladybug sniffed then rushed at Dìonadair, hugging him tightly and started to sob.  

Sionnach and Hachi quietly came up and started to rub Ladybug’s back in comfort. 

“He was supposed to support me! He was supposed to stand by my side!” Ladybug bawled. Dìonadair held Ladybug a little tighter. 

“How could he betray me on both sides of the mask?!”  

Dìonadair, Sionnach and Hachi froze. “What do you mean, Ladybug? Do you know Adrien Agreste personally?” Hachi asked, a rough edge to her voice as if she too were holding back tears. 

Ladybug nodded, “In my personal life he said he would support me but did nothing whenever a certain liar came after me. She tore up some of my friendships and always painted me as the bad guy. And Adrien just stood by! Said that ‘taking the high road’ was the best course of action, like it was a path of action in the first place! He just wanted me to be the punching bag, to just sit there and take it without saying anything! And I went along with it! Because I thought I was in love with him!”  

The gears in Sionnach’s head were turning, this story felt very familiar, but a fuzziness kept creeping up, making things difficult to concentrate on. Dìonadair was frowning in concern, a strong sense of Déjà vu hit him, along with the weird fuzzy feeling, but Luka pushed through it, thinking about the similarities between Ladybug and Marinette.  

Hachi looked a little hurt and confused, “Adrien did nothing?” Ladybug nodded again.  

“Then he is not the person I thought he was,” Hachi commented. She had thought that Adrien was finally turning a corner for her, the last few times they hung out at sword fighting practice he had been a bit more focused on Kagami, and she was pleased. Now, after learning what he did and didn’t do, put things in a different perspective. Kagami was hurt.  

“Oh, Ka-Hachi, I’m so sorry, you knew him too, I'm sorry.” Ladybug sniffed. She reached out and held Hachi’s hand.  

“You have nothing to apologize for, Ladybug.” Hachi replied, giving Ladybug’s hand a light squeeze. 

“B-but I should have done something to curb Chat! O-or told Adrien that his advice wasn’t going to w-work. Or-” Ladybug rambled. She felt guilty, she wasn’t the only one to have lost someone tonight. 

“No, Ladybug, none of this is your fault. You did what you could, and you did the best that you could. No, this is the result of Chat's - of Adrien's - own actions.” Hachi said firmly.  

Ladybug paused for a moment then nodded. “Sorry, I forget that not everything is my fault, it’s hard sometimes when he always said that it was.”  

“Oh, Ladybug.” The group smooshed together a little tighter to give Ladybug a hug. Ladybug giggled and wiped her eyes.  

“Thank you all. I couldn’t have gotten through this without all of you.” Ladybug took a little time to look at each of them in the eye to show her sincerity.  

“We wouldn’t be here without you too.” Sionnach said softly. Ladybug smiled at her.  

“Well, what happens now?” Hachi asked. Ladybug let go of everyone and stood up straight. 

“Now, the Black Cat goes to Dìonadair.” She replied.  Everyone looked at him as he stared back at Ladybug. 

“If you are ready, Bug, if not, giving me the Cat Miraculous can wait.” Dìonadair said. Ladybug smiled and shook her head.  

“No, it’s time. I need a new partner and Paris needs a new protector.” Dìonadair nodded. 

“How are we going to do this?” He asked. Ladybug turned to Sionnach and Hachi. 

“I think it’s time for you guys to go home and rest. It’s not quite time for a reveal yet.” Ladybug said softly with a hint of humor in her tone. Hachi and Sionnach smiled and waved their goodbyes as they headed off into the night.  

Ladybug turned back to Dìonadair, “Okay, you need to de-transform the Turtle Miraculous then I can give you the Cat Miraculous.” Dìonadair nodded and closed his eyes as he said the de-transforming words. Light flashed and Luka stood tall as Wayzz floated then bowed to Luka. 

“It was an honor working with you Master Luka.” Wayzz said, he glanced at Ladybug and smiled. 

“I look forward to seeing the previous Turtle again, we have much to talk about.”  

Ladybug nodded then reached into her yoyo and brought out the Cat Miraculous as Luka took off the bracelet of the Turtle. They exchanged Miraculous as Ladybug put the Turtle into her yoyo and Luka put on the ring.  

A flash of light was seen then Plagg popped up. For a long moment no one spoke as Luka and Plagg looked each other over. Ladybug watched in apprehension, wondering how they were going to get along.  

“Very different from the last Cat, but that can be a good thing.” Plagg finally broke the silence. Luka smiled at him. 

“Well, even if the instruments were the same, they would still sound different.”  

“True,” Plagg replied, “And maybe a new cheese is what is needed here.” Plagg and Luka were silent then nodded to each other.  

“I expect good things from you Kitten and know that I won’t let things slide.” Plagg leaned in closer to Luka, eyes sharp as he looked at him. 

“I would want nothing less.” Luka replied resolutely. He wouldn’t mess up like the previous cat. Sure, he might make mistakes, but he would never abandon Ladybug or Paris.  

“Ready?” Plagg called. 

“Ready,” Luka responded with a grin.  

Plagg told him the transformation words and Luka repeated them without hesitation. Another flash of light then in the place of Luka was the new Cat Miraculous holder.  

Chapter 40

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