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marragurl · 3 days

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I have this VISCERAL need for an AU where everyone’s perception of Ratiorine is completely skewed and they all think they hate each other when in reality they’re actually married.

They had a small ceremony years ago, fully live together, have matching pajama sets, cutely bicker and have inside jokes with each other, constantly use endearments when referring to one another in public, have a combined 20 step hygiene routine, are each other’s first choice if there’s a mission that require 2 people, AND NO ONE BELIEVES THEY’RE MARRIED! OR EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP!

AVENTURINE EVEN SIGNS HIMSELF AS AVENTURINE RATIO ON INVITES OR LETTERS OR PAPERWORK (Kakavasha Ratio on their marriage certificate, I like to think in this AU they’ve worked through their past trauma together already), BUT EVERYONE THINKS IT’S A TYPO AND HE MEANT TO WRITE THEM SEPARATELY SINCE THEY’RE ALWAYS ASSIGNED ON MISSIONS TOGETHER.

The only people who know are the Stonehearts, and that’s only due to Aventurine’s contract/work as IPC, so they were the ones who officiated/were witnesses to the wedding.

Everytime they all go out to get a drink or something, I need Topaz in the back looking insufferable as Ratiorine are in full lovey-dovey mode AND NO ONE NOTICES. I’d be the same girl, they could broadcast their honeymoon and STILL people would think it’s some weird powerplay hate thing, Topaz is later found crying to Jade about how she finally understands why Ratio calls everyone idiots, how are people so blind?! They’ve even started using the same motions and same phrases Jade, WHY CAN NO ONE ELSE SEE IT???

The only reason the Penacony plan goes off without a hitch is that everyone has the biggest preconceived notion that Aventurine and Raio despise each other WHEN IT’S JUST THEIR USUAL MARRIED BICKERING. NO ONE CAN EVEN FATHOM THE TWO OF THEM LIKING EACH OTHER, LET ALONE MARRIED???

(In this AU, Aventurine gives up his room because the Reverie made the same mistake of not understanding the signature and assigned him and Ratio to different rooms, and now there’s a nice clean way of getting rid of the extra room, making a connection with the Astral Express, AND rooming with his dear husband, what great luck!)

I want it to get to a point where they could fully make out in front of Sunday and the man would STILL believe that Ratio would betray Aventurine. Aventurine during the entire interrogation scene is just constantly in the state of “my husband is such a good actor, I’m so proud of him” *heart eyes and winks to Ratio when Sunday isn’t looking* and Ratio is just straight up looking worried for Aventurine and immediately rushes after him when it’s all over AND NO ONE BATS AN EYE

Ratio just mentally apologizing to Aventurine after every little fake fight they have and dying on the inside and doubling down on every bit of affection he can in between (and even during) the fights, and Aventurine is just having fun having his husband’s attention all to himself no matter the form. (plus the rush of knowing just how much they trust each other always makes him warm)

Aventurine is fully ok with this weird perception people have of him and his husband since it always helps with his schemes and gambles paying off, and while Ratio wants to bash everyone in the head for even daring to think he hates his husband, he keeps quiet because he trusts that Aventurine will always come back to him and make it all work.

But that’s not enough to stop him with showering Aventurine with adoration and love in public. If the public are too much of idiots to realize something as obvious as their love, Ratio won’t stop it from showing his dear husband just how much he means to him.

This is fully AU of course, we all know canon Ratiorine is the longest softest pining game in history. Funny enough, Topaz is still suffering in the back due to their relationship shenanigans. She better be getting some financial compensation for this, I just know Aventurine complains to her about his crush. Ratio is fully at his own place writing out thesis after thesis about the meaning of love and psychoanalyzing his own feelings. He forwards them to Topaz for review because I like to think she’s somehow become a weird bouncing board for his frustrations about her coworker. Topaz is crying.

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr #ratio hsr #dr ratio #dr ratio honkai star rail #ratiorine #aventio #idk what else to put here #I just #we keep getting so much ratiorine food #I’m drowning in them #I can’t-

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 days

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Pussy Magnet

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

Summary: Jake was always good with animals.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: I'm so sorry I had to make this stupid joke, I'm-

Warnings: Terrible jokes, Jake stealing Steven and Marc's clothes, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 567

You can’t help but smile as you glance over at Jake. You’re in the middle of speaking with your friend, whose home you’re currently in. She had invited you to a small barbeque, which had turned into an impromptu dinner party when the heavens had opened.

There were only seven of you in total, so it wasn’t too overcrowded.

While everyone else were seated on, or around the large armchair and settee in the living room, Jake was the exception.

He was laying on his side, his hand outstretched under the bookcase, slowly coaxing your friend’s new kitten out of hiding.

There was the largest, softest smile plastered over his face as the cat slowly inches forward and sniffed his fingers.

He had been carefully befriending the kitten over the last forty minutes, taking it as a personal mission the second your friend mentioned she had a new kitten that was painfully shy around new people.

She was a small thing, the runt of the litter, black and white with wide green eyes. Your friend and her partner had affectionately named her ‘Newspaper’.

Slowly Newspaper crept closer to him, a few careful steps forward until she was completely out from under the bookshelf’s protection. She paused, watching Jake carefully before shuffling closer again.

Your friend asks you a question and you turn back to her and the conversation around you.

It’s about twenty minutes later that Jake comes and sits down next to you, grinning intently.

You turn to him, raising an eyebrow playfully and his grin widens.

He’s holding his shirt, a borrowed one from Steven, at an odd angle. Basically cradling it. Even if there wasn’t a bulge over his left chest it would be easy to work out why.

“What you got there?” You ask innocently.

“Nothing.” He beams at you and leans closer, moving his shirt slightly to the side to show you Newspaper nestled against him and purring.

You grin.

“You think Marc’ll tell me off for getting cat hair on his t-shirt?”

“Nah.” You shake your head. “He might tell you off for borrowing his clothes again, but not for the cat hair.”

Jake snorts. “Steven doesn’t mind when I do it.”

You grin wider.

“It’s Marc’s fault anyway for buying comfy clothes.”

That makes you laugh.

Newspaper moves a little in her sleep, tucking in closer to Jake.

You pause for a moment, watching the kitten. A terrible joke pops into your head as if it was placed there by some unseen force. Part of you wonders if Khonshu is whispering in your ear, but then again Jake would have heard him too.

“Jake…” You say as naturally as you can.

“Hmm?” He glances up, clocking the silly expression on your face before you even get a chance to talk.

You speak anyway. “You’re really good with animals…”

“Yeah.” He pins you with his deadpan gaze, ready for whatever corny joke you’re going to say next.

“Some could say you’re a … pussy magnet.”

He snorts, breaking his nonchalant facade as quickly as he formed it and nudges you playfully in the arm with his shoulder.

You expect an eye roll when he looks back at you, something along the lines of ��that’s awful.’ But instead he smiles, silky smooth. “I have been told that in my time.” He waggled his eyebrows at you until you laughed and woke up the kitten.

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dreamandback · 3 days

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LET'S LISTEN TO THE STARS (na jaemin)

THE UNIVERSE IS OURS, BUT YOU'RE MY FAVORITE PART

synopsis: jaemin was an adorable drunk, forgetting the faces of those around him as he talked fondly of them. even in his inebriated state, he found familiarity in you. maybe that's why he followed you to the roof.

genre: fluff, established relationship, non idol!au, college!au

warnings: jaemin x gn!reader, jaemin is drunk, star gazing, jaem talks fondly of reader to reader, house party at chenle's, mentions alcohol obvi, talks of marriage and proposal, maybe typos idk

word count: 884

author's note: this is purely self-indulgent. enjoy! comments and reblogs are heavily appreciated and encouraged!

the party in chenle's house was reaching its peak as the bass of some random song thumped underneath the floor. jaemin was too far gone, barely recognizing the faces of his friends around him as he slammed back another shot. from the corner of his eye, jaemin saw you sneak upstairs. there was something alarmingly familiar about you, the pull of your eyes on the deepest parts of his mind.

he wasn't entirely sure if you had met his eyes, he wasn't completely certain he had seen you motion for him to follow you. his head felt like it was swimming, the buzz of whatever alcohol he downed throughout the night filling his veins. stumbling to his feet, jaemin clumsily made his way after you.

he caught the end of your shirt disappearing around a corner and found himself following you into the guest room. it was like second nature, following after you. it was like he never let you stray too far without him. he could see your beat-up sneakers through the open window as he approached it, the cool air nearly bringing him out of his drunken state. the sight of him poking his head out, hair as black as the night, was almost comedic. you watched him struggle to climb onto the roof with you, as he dazedly plopped beside you.

he turned to you once he was settled, eyes dreamy and distant like you were a faraway memory. he smiled at you, one that was blurred around the edges as his gaze darted from the softness of your own to the gentleness of your smile. “you look like someone i know.” jaemin mumbled, closing his eyes serenely when the night breeze brushed against his heated skin. “maybe that’s why i followed you up here.” he hummed in a thoughtless murmur. you chuckled then, barely an amused breath out your nose.

“and who do i remind you of?” you asked him, entertaining his musing. he opened his eyes to scan your face, taking in the depths of your eyes in the night, the way your smile seemed to bend the light around it, the way your hair fell in familiar curtains. “you look like the love of my life,” he spoke softly, the sincerity of his words felt like a punch to the chest. he said it so genuinely full of love, that it made your heart ache. steadying yourself with a breath, you asked, “the love of your life?” he nodded.

“tell me about them.” you said. and he did.

he started with how your eyes shone in the morning, opening for the first time only to land on his. the way you’d laugh at his bedhead, only to make it worse. the way you’d push his face away when he tried to kiss you, claiming he had wicked morning breath. he spoke about how pretty you looked, wearing one of his shirts, buried in his blankets, smelling like home. he told you about how content he felt when you rambled on about your hobbies and interests, his mind set on spending the rest of his life with you.

he told you about how cute you looked, dancing in the kitchen with him as he cooked late-night ramen for the both of you. he told you about how the dim lights above the stove somehow looked magical when you were there with him. he told you that he fell in love with you a little more every day. he told you how he couldn’t wait for the rest of forever, and that he was even planning on picking out a ring soon.

he spoke about all the little things that made you, well, you, about all the things you didn’t think anyone would ever notice. he spoke about the things about you that you never thought anyone would ever care about. he compared your smile to that of shining diamonds, your eyes to the stars twinkling above him every night. how he couldn’t hear that one song or see that one shade without thinking about you.

he told you how he couldn’t sleep at night anymore, not without the sound of your heartbeat and the rhythm of your breathing. he told you how every time you kissed him, he felt like he was breathed back to life. the whole time he talked, and it honestly felt like hours, you watched him. he looked like he was talking about the greatest thing in the world, and you were starting to believe that was what he thought of you.

he sang your praises to the sky above and the stars dwelling within it, the party long forgotten, and the drunken haze lifting. at the end of the night, when you were helping him into your car, he pressed a cheeky kiss to your cheek. when you stared at him surprised, he let out a boisterous laugh. “i knew it was you, eventually.” he giggled, hand cupping your face. once you rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, jaemin turned to you, an impish smile pulling at his lips.

“what would you say if i proposed?” he questioned sweetly, cackling merrily when you punched his arm. that night, if you listened closely, you would’ve heard the stars laughing along with him.

dreamandback 2024. do not rewrite, repost, modify, or translate.

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platonicwithacapitalp · 1 day

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theodore nott nsfw headcannons!!

nsfw 18+, minors dni (or do i cant stop yall)

warnings: implied sex, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, p in v, praising and degrading, slight begging, possible more (pls tell me if i missed anything)

side note: italics are like flashback typa things idk what to call them lol

a/n: i was bad grammar and i make a lot of typos, i proofread it but if you find anything i’m sorry, it’s like 12 am rn and i can’t sleep lol also bare with me and the translations i used google.

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he LOVES giving you neck kisses, and leaving hickeys all over you, he wants everybody to know your his.

this man is a pussy eating god, not only does he live eating you out, he’s absurdly good at it, he loves the way he has to push your thighs back open when ever he lets out a throaty moan, sending vibrations right through your core.

he is horny 24/7 his sex drive is actually crazy, he go for rounds. he loves it when you start getting overstimulated. “please theo, i can’t,“ you whine, legs closing around his waist. “shh, it’s okay amore mio, just one more for me” he coos as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your cervix making you let out a string of whimpers and moans. “fuck, quei gemiti sono così sexy, tesoro” (translation: those moans are so sexy, baby)

whenever he is giving or receiving head, there is always a common factor. hair pulling. whether it’s the way you tug and pull on his hair while he eats you out makes him go absolutely feral or if it’s the way he grips your hair, thrusting up into your mouth as he moans, either way he loves it.

he is 1000% a tits man. god he loves your boobs so fucking much. he loves touching them, squeezing them, anything, whether you’re fucking or even just cuddling (really doesn’t seem like a theo thing but he just loves being close to you and touching you)

he likes being rough, especially after losing a quidditch match or when someone flirts with you. he’s extremely jealous and he knows it. he loves hearing the way you beg him to let you cum. “please, theo, i’m gonna- fuck” you moan, your hips bucking up. you expected him to push them back down but he doesn’t, he just smiles smugly down at you “c’mon good girl, cum for me”

even if you weren’t together yet you were still his.

he has a thing for hickeys, he just loves the way you look with hickeys littering your neck and collarbones, leading down towards your chest. he thinks you look absolutely amazing with his hand wrapped around your neck, as he fucks you senselessly.

he definitely has a hair pulling kink.

he loves it when you call him teddy, it drives him fucking crazy.

he loves praising you and letting you know how much pleasure you bring him but on that note he also liked degrading, but he mostly degrades when he’d being rougher.

whenever he’s being rough with you and choking you he is always super gentle, making sure you can still breath, and that your okay.

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sorry it’s so short, i’m at school rn lol and i don’t want my ohine to get taken lol

— juelz.

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4evapika · 3 days

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Don’t Leave Me

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gn!reader x kokonoi hajime — angst — fluff — sfw

warnings: violence — possible typos

words: 1855

synopsis: never ending unrequited love from your childhood best friend who’s still in love with a passed love interest

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You felt the cool breeze of spring as you walked along the sidewalk hand in hand with Kokonoi. The both of you were heading back to your shared apartment building. This was your first date with him after being in love with him since childhood. The date went perfect. Nothing could make you happier. However, shortly after stepping inside and closing the door you heard loud knocks. You looked at Kokonoi confused, and for some reason you couldn’t move to open the door.

“Don’t leave me.” He said, calmly.

“What?”

“Don’t leave me out there.”

Your eyes burst open when you realized the knocking was coming not from your short lived dream, but from your real life. The life where Kokonoi is too hung up on old love and you’ll never be more than a friend.

You struggle to find your phone in the pitch black darkness of your room, but eventually do and check the time.

‘Two in the morning? Koko comes home later every day.’ You think.

You turn on your phone’s flashlight and grumpily stomp over to the front door while trying not to trip over your own feet because of your sleepy state.

While unlocking the door you picture how Kokonoi will look tonight. Maybe he’d have a bloody nose, perhaps some bruised knuckles, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what was actually on the other side of the door.

After unlocking the door you see him standing there looking like he has not a care in the world even though he has come home in a much worse state than he usually does.

“Oh my god, Koko!” You say, surprised.

Both of his eyes were bruised and his nose was actively bleeding. His face was scratched up, his clothes were torn, and when you looked down at his hand where he clutched his side, you noticed blood staining the area.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” You said, about to run over to grab your keys.

“Hell no,” he said, grabbing your arm, “it’s just a scratch, I’ve had worse.”

You’ve had this argument with him before so you don’t even bother debating with him.

“Fine, but I’m gonna bandage you up.”

He doesn’t bother arguing with you here either because he knows you’re too stubborn to not give him some type of care.

He watches as you walk over to the closet and take out the abnormally sized medkit that you guys buy every so often for times like these. He analyzes all of your movements. How you search through the kit trying to find the alcohol pads, how you so carefully apply bandages, and apply pressure to his larger wound. During all of this, he feels nothing but guilt.

Guilty for not being able to show you the amount of love that you show him. Everything he feels for you he pushes away so that he doesn’t end up hurting you. The poor boy has a history of losing the people he loves most, and he can’t have that happen to you. He lets you think he’s still in love with Akane in order to protect you from whatever bad luck he thinks he holds.

“Done! I swear, the next time you end up like this, you’re going to the hospital!” You scold.

“You say that every time.” He laughs.

“But I mean it this time!”

“You say that too.”

You help him up from the couch and he lets you hold his hand for a little longer than necessary. You think he does it because he feels bad for you, but really he does it so he can feel your touch a little longer.

“I’m gonna finish getting cleaned up, thank you, y/n.”

You smile and happily head back to your room to continue sleeping and hopefully continue that dream from earlier.

Unfortunately, your dream did not continue, but the first thing you saw when waking up was Kokonoi. (it cancels out).

“Hey, there’s no food so I’m gonna go buy some.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” You grumble with your eyes squinted because of the brightness in your room.

“You’re barely awake, it’s okay.”

“No, seriously I was about to wake up anyways.”

He rolls his eyes and leaves your room so you can get ready. He knows you weren’t anywhere close to waking up because you tend to sleep in a whole lot on saturdays. However, he also knows you would do anything to get some extra time with him, and once again, he lets you, for the last reason you would think he’d do it for.

You get ready as quickly as possible and head over to the front door where he’s jokingly tapping his foot against the hardwood floor to insinuate his impatience. You giggle at his childish antics and drag him out the door as payback.

The both of you decided to walk to the store as it’s only ten minutes away and you guys weren’t buying much. As you walked along the sidewalk you suddenly remembered your dream from last night. You typically don’t let unrequited love get to you, but reality had hit and all you could think about was how Kokonoi would never let you get close to him, childhood friends or not.

Your mood changed immensely and Kokonoi sensed it immediately. He looked down at you and took note of your uneasy demeanor.

“Something on your mind?”

You get snapped out of your self-sabotaging thoughts by his voice and quickly look towards him. Your heart was screaming at you to confess your love, but your brain was telling you to save the friendship.

“Yeah sorry, I just remembered a dream from last night.”

“About?”

“How I would feel if I was truly happy.”

He turns his head back forward and looks down at the sidewalk. He doesn’t say another word relating to the topic.

Once you guys arrive at the grocery store he goes one way to buy the actual things needed to make food and you go another way to buy snacks. During this time away from him you were able to compose yourself a bit better.

Meanwhile, Kokonoi was debating on how much longer he could practically lie to you about still being in love with Akane. During his brief time of working against Seishu he learned a lot on how to accept that Akane is gone, and will not be coming back. Seishu guided Kokonoi into realizing that you were around and willing to be there for him no matter if the feelings were reciprocated or not.

He wanted to find the courage to confess to you and finally be able to show you the love that you’ve been craving for years, but his want for your happiness was much greater than his need for your safety.

The two of you ended up bumping into each other in one of the aisles and when you guys saw each of your full baskets, you both shared a chuckle.

Both you and Kokonoi were so engulfed in your thoughts that you didn’t realize how much food you were grabbing.

“Do we really need this much?” You ask.

“At least we won’t have to come back for a while.” He smiled.

After checking out and trying to fight Kokonoi for holding all of the bags of groceries, you stepped outside where it was more windy than it was earlier.

“We should’ve taken the car.” He says in an unfortunate tone.

You shrug, “Oh well, I’m not the one carrying anything so I don’t mind.”

He rolls his eyes after realizing the consequences of his actions.

You both walked in silence for quite a while and were only about five minutes away from your home when something had you stop in your tracks immediately. Kokonoi looked back at you, startled by your sudden action.

“You okay?” He asks, his eyebrows wrinkling a bit.

“Koko, I love you.” You say, rather calmly.

His eyes widen and his eyes turn glossy. He has no clue how to respond. He feels that admitting his feelings is too dangerous.

“I…,” His sentence doesn’t continue.

“Koko, say it back. Whether you mean it or not.”

He shakes his head nervously.

“No, I can’t.”

“You’ll regret it, Koko.”

He’s holding the grocery bags so tight that his palms must be red. His hands and the rest of his body have never felt so sweaty in his entire life.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks with his eyes still wide and his head still shaking back and forth slowly.

“At least know that I love you.” You repeat once more.

You tug on his black sweater and move him a little behind you. You go on your tippy toes and hug him by his neck.

“I love you.” He whispers by your ear.

His face is moist with his own tears and his shirt is moist with yours.

In less than two seconds later, three gunshots go off and not one of those shots reaches their target. They all hit you. One in your stomach, one in your chest, one in your thigh. The car which acted as the getaway vehicle for this criminal sped off so quickly that Kokonoi wasn’t able to get a good look after you collapsed to the floor.

“Why… why would you do that!” He screams.

His voice is choppy with voice cracks and tears pour endlessly down his face. They trickle down onto your own face and it’s one more thing helping you stay a little bit aware of your surroundings.

“Don’t scream, my ears are ringing.”

His lip trembles and his hands are shaking. He looks like how you found him after he saved Seishu instead of Akane.

“You do love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You smile.

Your eyes flutter more slowly and your breath begins in an inconsistent pattern.

“I have to take you to the hospital.”

“You can’t save me.”

His eyebrows are scrunched together, his nose is entirely runny and the tears seem as if they will never stop falling. He has your head laying on his lap.

Your clothes have become drenched in your own blood and it has now gone from his clothes to the pavement as well.

With each cry he gets louder and louder, like a little kid. He holds your hands and adjusts you so you might feel less uncomfortable on the sidewalk. The spring breeze continues, but you can’t even shiver due to how weak your body feels.

“Don’t leave me.” He says close to your ear.

He feels your hand lose strength, he hears your rough, choppy breathing end, and he watches as your eyes slowly shut. His life is unfortunately full of ridiculous patterns and coincidences. Everyone he’s ever opened up his heart to has been so easily ripped from his life that it is too damaged to feel for anyone anymore.

This time around, only Kokonoi feels the spring breeze, only Kokonoi is holding hands, and only Kokonoi is heading back to your (no longer) shared apartment.

#super rushed #tokyo revengers #kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #hajime kokonoi #bare with me i have writers block #fanfic #fanfiction #tokrev #toman #tenjiku #inui seishu #seishu #akane #kokonoi x reader #angst #fluff

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ilovewriting06 · 3 days

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Mischief and Angel- Part 13

A/n: I didn't proofread this part so if there are any typos, that's my bad!

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Stiles' POV

I hold Y/n's hand between mine as I watch her face for any signs of her gaining consciousness. It's been 15 hours since we got her to Deaton's and she still hasn't woken up except for those few minutes when Deaton was burning the wolfsbane out of her injuries but as soon as he was done she passed out again. Deaton says it's her body's way of healing itself but I can see the genuine concern on his face and it breaks my hear every time, he doesn't know if she'll ever wake up and honestly, I don't either.

I press the back of her hand to my lips as more silent tears track down my face, "Come on Angel, you gotta wake up. I need you Y/n, if you don't wake up, I'll lose my mind and then Dad and Melissa will have to raise Lola and Dad will feed her donuts and twinkies instead of fruits and vegetables."

After a few more minutes of silence I whisper, "Melissa was right, if I would have stopped you, you would be okay. This is my fault and I'm so sorry, Angel, so, so sorry."

I press a kiss to her hand before setting it back down on the metal table in Deaton's clinic and wiping the tears off my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I run a hand through my hair before grabbing my phone of the table beside Y/n and calling Dad.

"Is she awake?!"

I swallow around the lump in my throat before shaking my head even though I know he can't see me, "Uh, no, no not yet. I was just calling to check on Lola."

I here a sigh before he answers, "She knows something is going on. She's pitching a fit over everything."

I sniffle before putting the phone on speaker and setting it back down so I can hold Y/n's hand again, "Is she eating? Or playing?"

"No. She keeps crawling around going, 'da.' I think she knows one of you is hurt or something and she wants you guys."

I study Y/n's bruised face before watching as her chest steadily rises and falls, the same as it has been since we got the worst of the wolfsbane out of her system. She had so much in her that Deaton wasn't able to get it all, which is the running theory of why she hasn't woken up yet and before I know it I can taste salty tears on my lips.

"Stiles? Son, you there?"

I snap out of my daze before clearing my throat, "Yeah, yeah I'm here. Can someone bring her here? I-I think I need her here with me. I can feel her distress now that I'm focusing and it hurts my heart."

"Welcome to being a parent. I'll have someone bring her over."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I move to end the call before Dad continues, "Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Just hang on a little longer kid, okay. She's going to be alright, if she was going to-to die, she would have already. She's just got her baby back, she's not going anywhere until she gets to hold her knowing with a 100% certainty that Lola is biologically her child."

I nod before wiping more tears, "Yeah, love you, Dad."

"Love you too, kid."

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I look up as angry toddle babbling fills the small room. I can't help the little smile as Scott walks through the door with an angry, yellow eyed, Lola. He makes eye contact with me and he looks absolutely helpless, "Man, you have got to taker her. She's threatening my life I swear it!"

I snort which causes Lola to stop her unintelligible verbal assault and turn to me with wide eyes. When she sees me her eyes flicker back to the honey amber color that matches my own before she tries to claw her way out of Scott's arms, "DA!"

My smile widens as I take her from Scott, "Hey there princess, I hear you're being quite the handful huh?"

She blinks before turning to look at Y/n and her eyes flash yellow before she lays a small hand on Y/n's arm, "Mama?"

My eyes widen in surprise for two reasons, one she finally said mama and Y/n's going to be livid that she missed it, and two, her voice was filled with concern and worry I didn't think a one year old could have.

I hug Lola a little closer before humming, "Mama is sleeping."

Lola turns to look at me with wide eyes before looking back at Y/n and whimpering, "Mama, hurt."

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath before opening my eyes and rubbing Lola's arm, "Yeah baby, Mama was hurt, but she's getting better."

Lola looks at me unconvinced before curling up against my chest causing her hair to get in my face. I brush her unruly locks away before holding her closer than before when she lets out little hiccups and I can feel tears wet the front of my shirt, "It's alright, princess, she's gonna be okay, Daddy promises."

I blink back my own tears as Lola's body shivers from her little hiccupping sobs that are absolutely breaking my hear into a million little pieces. I press a kiss to the crown of her head as her hand wraps around two of my own fingers and I pray yet again, please don't let me be a liar to my daughter, let her be okay.

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I can hear noises around me but it sounds like they're underwater and it feels like my limbs are made of lead. I try to open my eyes and mouth but it feels like they're glued shut and I inwardly growl, unhappy at my predicament.

I think about the last thing I remember and it starts to make sense as to why I can't move, fucking wolfsbane. I remember watching Stiles finally get rid of Gerard and Kate, and then it's blank until I woke up screaming from a blowtorch being dragged across my skin. I remember Deaton explaining that he was getting as much of the wolfsbane out as possible and I remember Stiles apologizing profusely as he helped hold me down, and then I remember nothing until this moment. This dang moment where the only thing I can do is listen to is a muffled voice.

I groan, inwardly since my vocal cords have went on a temporary vacation before focusing on the voice and quickly identifying the person as Stiles. I listen as he speaks, "Come on Angel, you gotta wake up. I need you Y/n."

I whimper at the pain and fear in his voice, I'm trying Mischief, I need you too and I'm sorry for scaring you but I'm here now, I promise.

I focus back on what he's saying and my jaw would definitely be dropping if I was capable of such a task, "Melissa was right, this is my fault and I'm so sorry, Angel, so, so sorry."

I listen in disbelief as anger builds, she said what?! Aw, hell nah! There is no way my mother even insinuated that Stiles could have prevented this, no way in hell she did that. I want to believe that she didn't say anything like that but by the emotions I feel flowing through the bond and his broken voice I know I'm wrong. I mentally scowl and promise that my mother and I will be having some words as soon as I can get the hell out of this coma type ordeal.

I listen as Stiles calls Noah, and I listen as they make plans for someone to bring Lola over and I can't help but smile, Lola is ours, Stiles and I did that, we made a beautiful little girl that has the best traits of both of us.

It's quiet for awhile except Stiles' heartbeat and the occasional self deprecating words that should never even dream of passing through the lips of my mate. There's a constant pressure on my hand that I quickly recognize as Stiles' own hands and occasionally his lips will press against my skin followed by a quiet 'I love you.'

When Lola finally shows up I know Scott is the one that brought her and from the angry babbling, Lola is not pleased about it. I smirk at the fact that she clearly got her father's sassiness and hopefully his sarcasm, just maybe not as bad as his. The moment she yells 'da' I have never wanted to open my eyes so bad in my life, that's my little girl, calling for her Daddy and I don't even get to see it.

I listen as Lola finally says 'mama,' I listen as she starts crying, and I listen as Stiles reassures her as best as he can and my hear absolutely shatters at the pain and fear that floods through both of their bonds. I grit my jaw and I can feel excitement flow through my body as my jaw actually moves, come on Y/n, you have to wake up, your family is scared.

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I don't know how much longer I lay there fighting for control of my own body but I know the second I manage to move my hand because I hear Stiles' small gasp before my hand is engulfed into one of his own, "Angel? Come on Angel, come on open your eyes. You can do it."

I try but they still won't open and I can feel Stiles squeeze my hand before he speaks again, "That's okay, Baby it's okay, can you squeeze my hand? If you can hear me, squeeze my hand."

I will all my strength into my hand before squeezing and I know I manage to do it because Stiles gasps before groaning, "Not so tight, not so tight!"

I grimace and ease my grip slightly as Stiles threads his fingers through mine as he rubs my knuckles, "Take your time, no need to rush, I know you're okay now so just rest. Lola and I will be here when you wake up. She's asleep right now or she'd probably try to crawl all over you again. Oh! She finally said mama! Full word, not just ma, like she says da. Maybe she does prefer you, she also said hurt so her vocabulary is growing. Before you know it she'll be talking full sentences and won't be quiet. Gosh, she'll be walking soon, she's already pulling herself up and soon she'll be running around and crawling on things, giving us heart attacks every five seconds."

I want to smile as he rambles on but it's like every muscle in my face won't listen to what my brain is trying to tell them. So instead I lay there with my fingers laced through my mate's and listen to his soft voice as I wait until my body responds to my brain.

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I don't know how long I laid there unable to move but when the ability came back it was like a switch was flipped and everything moved at once. My eyes fly open as I push myself up to be in a sitting position and I gasp in pain at the quick movements.

Before I have a chance to take in my surroundings Stiles is crouching in front of me to look me in the eyes, "Hey, hey, take it easy Angel! You took one hel-heck, of a beating and you still haven't fully healed."

I lick my lips and nod before whispering, "Water."

He nods before standing to his full height and giving me a quick kiss on my temple before moving around to get me a bottle of water from the fridge in the corner of the room.

Once I drank some of my water, with Stiles mother henning the whole time, "Small sips! Small sips Y/n! You'll make yourself sick!"

I clear my throat as I grab Stiles' hand and pull him to stand in between my legs, "Where's Lola?"

He smiles before looking to the left and down at the floor where Lola is curled up and sleeping on one of my hoodies and a blanket that looks suspiciously like Stiles and I's dedicated cuddle blanket. I smile before Stiles wraps his arms around me and tugs me as close as he can, "She wouldn't calm down unless she had something of yours and she wouldn't let go of me unless she had something of mine, so I had Scott grab our blanket and one of your hoodies that way she can smell both of us."

I smile and nod before wrapping myself around Stiles like an octopus, "They tried to make it so I couldn't have anymore kids. They took Lola from us, and then they tried to take away the chance to have more. Did-did Deaton say if there's any permanent damage?"

Stiles rubs my back as he mutters against my hair, "No, nothing permanent you'll just be sore for another day or two until all the wolfsbane circulates out of your system and your body can heal itself."

I nod before pulling away from the hug just enough to cup his face, "I love you, so so much. I would have died if you hadn't been there. You saved me, just like you always do."

Tears begin to glisten in his eyes as he brings a hand up to hold my wrist, "I'll always come for you Angel, always. You're my world, and Lola is now too, and I'll do anything for you two, and hopefully at some point we'll have more kids, and I'll do everything in my power to keep them safe too. I would lose my mind without you Angel, even before we were mated, it would have killed me to lose you. I'm so sorry that they got you and I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner."

I sniffle as my own tears burn my eyes, "Oh, Mischief, I knew you would find me, I never doubted it for a second. And don't apologize for what they did, there was nothing you could have done to stop it, and you found me. That's all I could have asked for."

I wipe away the single tear that trickles down his cheek as he whispers, "I should have gone with you or made sure one of the wolves was with you. It's my fault this happened to you, I should have protected you."

I scowl and tilt his head back up to look at me, "You couldn't have prevented anything, it was going to happen sooner or later and there is nothing that anyone could have done. Listen to me, this wasn't your fault, it wasn't anybody's fault except their own. You, are the reason I'm alive, you are the reason they can't hurt anybody else, and your the reason that they didn't kill me the first time they kidnapped me."

He goes to protest and I put a finger against his lips, "No, don't! This. was. not. your. fault. Stiles Stilinski you are the reason I'm alive! That's the only thing you're guilty of, being a damn good fiancé and mate."

He nods but I can see the guilt in his eyes which has me remembering something he said when I was in a coma, "You know, I heard you, before I could move my hand, I heard you talking to me. It was what kept me from freaking out because I knew you were right there with me."

He quirked a small smile before it fell as I continued speaking, "I hear what you said, about what Mom said. Answer me honestly, is she the reason you blame yourself for this?"

His eyes flicker around the room as he panics but I wrap my legs around him a little tighter until he is looking at me again, "Stiles, it's okay, tell me the truth."

He swallows before looking down and giving a small nod and I narrow my eyes as I plan the less than pleasant conversation I am going to be having with my mother.

I loop my arms around his neck before carding one of my hands through his hair, "It's okay Mieczyslaw, it's not your fault. Not a single thing you did was wrong. She didn't know what she was saying, she was probably angry and scared because she didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't true then and it isn't true now."

He nods before burying his face in the crook of my neck, and we stay like that, just holding each other for as long as we needed to reassure each other that we were okay. That we are both breathing and safe in each other's arms.

We held each other until I could hear our little fox's heat speed up as she began to wake up. I pull away from Stiles before sliding off the table and taking a step towards Lola, "Are you awake now sleepyhead?"

At the sound of my voice her head shoots up and she's pushing herself onto her wobbly little legs before screeching, "MAMA!"

I feel tears of joy fill my eyes before Stiles and I grab each other's hands and gasp as Lola take little waddling steps. She almost falls a few times before she finds her balance and without realizing what I'm doing, I'm kneeling on the ground holding my arms out, "Come on Lola, come to mama!"

She looks at me with wide, excited amber eyes as she toddles over before collapsing in my arms with a small squeak, "Mama, otay."

I chuckle a watery chuckle as I pull her close, "Yeah baby, mama's okay."

I look up at Stiles to see him in a similar state to me, except he's holding his phone and videoing the whole thing. I wait until his phone is back in his pocket before whispering, "She did it, our little fox can walk and talk."

He crouches down to rub Lola's back before giving me a quick kiss, "Little fox, I like that."

I chuckle and nod, "Yeah, me too."

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A/n: This one was fun to write, specifically the parts with Lola because I am in love with that little girl. As always, let me know what you think and if there is anything you would like to see in the series!!

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WIP Wednesday!

I was tagged last wednesday by @that-angry-noldo to share a snippet of what I am working on :D I LOVE this game yay!!

Here is a snippet from Beneath a Boundless Sky:

Still, even though Thalionel preferred Arwen’s company, he had to admit the mornings when Lord Elrond took him out for a ride were the best, because often they went out onto the hiking trails around the city, and there was always something interesting to look at, or to ask about, or to find. That was how he had discovered this chunk of rock. He hadn’t known what it was at first. He’d just caught the glint of the sun on its glossy surface. There was an entire trail of it down the side of the mountain. He had hopped down from Trastadweg and gone to look at it more closely, and that was when Lord Elrond had warned him to be careful, because obsidian, as he had called it, was sharp. “The mountain made it,” Lord Elrond had said as he slipped off of his own horse to join him at the flow. “Just like it makes the hot pools.” Thalionel had only vaguely listened as he’d explained something about melted rock and rapid temperature changes. Mostly, he’d stayed focused on the chunk of rock he’d picked up from the pile. It was as big as his fist. Rough on one side, and glassy on the other where the rock had broken in one, clean cut. It had been a trick to get it into his pocket without Lord Elrond noticing. Thalionel wasn’t sure if he’d succeeded. He just hoped that Lord Elrond didn’t suspect what he meant to do with it.

To be honest though upon editing it's likely this will change slightly!! I am thinking about writing it out into a full present scene, rather than keeping it as a past-tense memory. I think it will suit it better and we need more Elrond and Thal time anyway!

And here is a snippet from To Partake (it was hard to pick something for this actually because so much of this chapter feels a little spoilery to share, but I do like the writing in this section a lot):

Elrond writes Erestor another note to let him know where he has gone, and when he estimates he will return, slips it under his door, and then starts down the winding staircase of the tower. His footsteps echo in the cool silence of the early morning. As he passes people, each gives him a wide berth, avoiding his gaze as if to ward off any possibility of interaction. It’s nothing particularly new, but it is a little different than the stares he’d gotten upon his arrival. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, he wonders if word about his summons to Gil-Galad’s solar —and Gil-Galad’s black mood— had traveled around the court. It had probably been the fault of the guards. Heniriel is not a gossip, or else she would not hold such a high position. He keeps his head low as he heads out beneath the stars to the far end of the citadel. The closer he gets to the kitchens, the more the air begins to smell like fresh bread. It makes his stomach rumble. The kitchens are a set of buildings attached to the northern side of the castle, close to the king’s quarters, the banquet hall, and the ambassadorial suites. Elrond elects to pass through a courtyard full of babbling fountains, since it looks empty enough. He follows the cobblestone footpath to a tall rock wall with a door in it which opens out onto the kitchen gardens, where carefully tended beds of herbs and vegetables lay slumbering beneath the starlight. Beyond are the King’s orchards. Elrond loves to spend time there. He will have to find a moment soon to slip away and say hello to his favorite apple tree. For now, he takes the path as it curves to the left, heading toward the kitchen proper, and more importantly: the bakery, where the citadel’s baker is likely to be starting on the day’s bread.

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#beneath a boundless sky #to partake #if there are typos in these then on my head so be it #i did not read this back before copy-pasting and it IS the rough draft for both #thank you for the tag!!!

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kaszymanny · 2 months

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Stuff I posted on twitter

#shumika #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #my art #yeah I love those outfits if you can't tell #also the potenital for the angst??#THE DRAMA???#I'm so sane about them #this au lives rent free in my head 24/7 #idk if I've made typos anywhere #pls see none #also if you read this I hope u have wonderful day u deserve it

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mstormcloud · 3 months

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I think applying tropes commonly found in Sonadow fics to other sonic ships is very funny

Like today I saw the cute posts by Blu-ish about how hedgehogs circle and headbutt eachother when courting and how Sonic and Shadow would do that and I agree.

However I think the implication that mobian hedgehogs do this is HILARIOUS when applied to ships that only involve one hedgehog.

Like Silver starts circling around Espio one day and lightly shoving him with his hip or his shoulder and Espio is like: ???? What are you doing??

Or even Blazamy like- Amy keeps circling Blaze and the less Blaze reciprocates Amy does it more to try to get Blaze to react. Blaze eventually just tries to politely tell Amy to stop cause it’s hard to hold conversation while she’s moving all around.

But later Blaze talks to Silver and is like: “I have no idea what she is trying to do…perhaps she is finding a weakness in my stance? Should I fear her hunting me for sport???”

And Silver is like: uh. Well. I think she’s hitting on you? It’s a hedgehog thing.

And Blaze just freaks out because WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMY WAS FLIRTING WITH HER

#silver would hold that over Blazes head for way too long #cause for the FIRST TIME HE KNEW SOMTHING SHE DIDNT HAHAHA #honetsly another Sonadow trope that I think would be interesting to see with other ships is the paw thing?#like yes some Sonadow fics are very strange about it I’ll admit #BUT #I really like the idea that the gloves are a culture thing it’s just very fun to think of how mobian culture would differ from human culture #like ofc I’m an espilver trigger so my brain goes there like #I love the headcannon that Espio reads romance novels #but I also feel like on Mobius a lot of romance tropes would be things usually done by mammals #since just like in real life I headcannon that mammals are commonly seen as cuter than reptiles even in Sonics world #so Espio gets a little self conscious about such things (cuz he’s a teenager and worries a lot)#he doenst ahve soft fur to cuddle or ears to flick or paw pads #but I feel like if he were to show silver his hands silver would not even care about such things #because silver just loves Espio cuz he’s Espio #looking back on my tags and noticing typos is so embarrassing lmao #like uh I meant to write espilver truther above….not trigger #Aw well whatever #silver the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #amy rose #espilver #sonadow #blaze the cat #blazamy

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whateveronfilm · 2 years

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hellfire club featured in the hawkins high 1985-1986 yearbook

#I tried to make it as cliche and cheesy as possible #yeah there is a typo or two but I feel like that makes it realistic #might post a different version later #three years of yearbook in hs prepared me for this?#the one part only has their first names because not every character has a last name so it made sense in my head #hellfire club #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #mike wheeler #vecna stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie yearbook series #gaten mazzarato

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absolutely-not-my-main-blog · 8 months

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#iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #meme #the gang tries desperately to win an award #the high school reunion part 2: the gang’s revenge #anmmbposts #they just want to be loved they just want to be loved #on s9 in my rewatch and Charlie singing oyster oyster oyster in the alt takes is stuck in my head #yo wtf there’s an oyster emoji 🦪#sunnyblr #anyway I have so many words but no articulation but you get it you get it #I just noticed the typo now when it’s too late 100 notes in ignore that

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 22 hours

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Nathan Bateman.. more like.. nathan masturbateman... hah got 'em

Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: M •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

A/N: I am, once again, apologising for my sins.

Warnings: pining, masturbation, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 636

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Nathan huffs through his nose, his jaw clenched tight.

He shouldn’t be reduced to this. To jerking off sitting at his desk all because you’d knocked on his office door five minutes ago and set a mug of green and peppermint tea on his desk. Your fingers lightly grazed his when he reached for it.

You’d smiled at his grumbled, ‘thanks’. Mistaking his low voice and hard stare for grumpiness instead of focus and absolute horror at his sudden, very obvious, but thankfully hidden under the table, arousal.

You’d wished him a good day, your own drink in your hands as you left the room to go about your day.

This was ridiculous. Stupid. Nonsensical.

He moved his hand faster, trying to bring himself to his peak as quickly as possible.

At first, he’d tried to ignore it. Tried to will it away. But after a minute of no work, and his body’s seeming need for all play he’d given up and pushed his shorts to his ankles.

He hadn’t asked you to bring him a drink. Had never even mentioned it. You just did it all on your own. To be nice. To him. Even though there wasn’t any immediate gratification for you. Maybe you had a weird kink where being kind to others got you off. Yeah. That made sense. That was the only thing it could be.

Nathan hissed, his hips jerking upwards despite his orgasm dancing just out of reach.

It wasn’t fair.

The first time he’d got hard around you he hadn’t thought much of it. Why would he? It was a normal reaction. You were the first person he’d been around that wasn’t designed by himself in months. And there were subtle things he’d made note of to work into the design of his androids to make them more real. It only made sense that his body would react.

And then it happened again, and again, and again. And again.

To the point that all you had to do was say his name in that sweet voice of yours and he’d be a full mast in less than a second.

Other things didn’t interest him so much anymore. Which at first had just pissed him off, but now it was starting to become worrying. He couldn’t even get off with an android’s mouth around his dick, but had cum in his pants listening to your voice when you made a video call.

He didn’t want to think about you. Didn’t want to imagine your hand on him, how you’d slide it down his chest and-

Nathan moans so loudly that he curses, embarrassment bubbling along his veins.

He didn’t get embarrassed. He didn’t get flustered over anything sexual. Anything that brought pleasure. He was Nathan Fucking Bateman for god’s sake.

But still, he bit his lip, holding back a sob as he traced his free hand down his chest and cupped his balls, imagining it was you.

God, he was pathetic.

He came almost the instant he squeezed, cum splattering against his desk and keyboard as he called out your name.

“Fuck,” he groaned as aftershocks rattled through him, annoyed at the mess on his equipment.

He hastily grabbed a couple of tissues and began to wipe up the largest spill, when there was a worried knock at his door.

He didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you’d opened it and poked your head around.

“Nathan, you okay? You called for me?” The fret on your face quickly turned into something else when you took in the sight of him. Softening dick in one hand, a cum soaked tissue in the other, his shorts around his ankles.

He swallowed. For once in his life at a complete loss for words.

“I…” You said softly.

Nathan’s cock twitched.

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arcanegifs · 1 year

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Arcane x Barbie Selfie Generator

#arcane #DONT JUDGE ME FOR THE TITLES I DID THIS IN LIKE 5 MINS BC I WAS BORED LMAO #playing around the thing was fun though #literally its just the first things that pop into my head lol #i dont rlly consider this an edit and more of a shitpost so i wont tag anymore #Lol i realized i made some typo errors dksjjdjd oh well..... this is what happens whenever i speedrun stuff

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Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 2, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

#anaïs nin #anais nin #henry miller #a literate passion #lit #literature #typo #typography #fragments #light academia #dark academia #aesthetic #oops typo!#ANAIS YOUR MIND #she was so right #maybe this is only revolutionary to me bc i sometimes feel bad abt living in my head so much ahskdlf #240327

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Eli babe I’m not sure if you’re even still taking Soft™️ prompts anymore but if you are I have a MIGHTY need to see you write #36 - giggling during sex 🥹🙏

Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

But sometimes—Derek comes back to bed in the golden morning hours and Stiles allows himself to be pulled against a strong chest. The only movement from either of them is the slow, rhythmic sweep of Derek’s fingers across his sternum, arm settled warmly over his side. Stiles drifts in and out of sleep, picks up Derek’s hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. It’s returned on his shoulder, a pathway of soft, lingering kisses that make their way up his neck and end in Derek’s teeth gently scraping his skin, and Stiles lets out a full body shudder.

Sometimes they don’t bother fully undressing—

—Stiles will end up on his knees, Derek’s jeans only pulled down enough to expose his cock. He’ll swallow him all the way down and let his mouth go lax, close his eyes when Derek’s hand slides around the back of his head and leave scratches on his thighs that will heal instantaneously as Derek fucks his mouth.

—Derek’s mouth will work it’s way down Stiles’ body, hot and fast and desperate. He’ll unzip the pants Stiles is wearing and rip the fabric of his boxers, jacking Stiles’ cock as he looks up at him. Stiles won’t take his eyes off Derek for a second.

But they’re already naked now, skin to skin in their bed. Stiles brings his hand up and around to scratch through Derek’s hair, soft noise escaping through his mouth when Derek’s hand starts to dip lower.

“Mornin’” he mumbles, voice cracked with sleep.

Derek’s response is barely intelligible, muffled against Stiles’ skin. But his follow up—“This good?” is clear, and Stiles hums in assent. He’s half-hard and Derek’s hand is only just above his stomach, fingers still skating up and down. He grinds his hips down and back slowly, tightening the grip he has in Derek’s hair when Derek moans.

Sometimes they’re quiet—

—Stiles will whisper “oh god oh god oh god”, head tucked into Derek’s neck, will try not to act like he’s not getting jacked off in the middle of dance floor in a seedy club.

—Derek will whisper his name, soft, pleading, bent over the back of the couch while Stiles fucks him, holding him down, one hand squeezing the back of his neck.

Sometimes they don’t say anything at all. Stiles is hard by the time Derek rolls on top of him, cock curving up against his belly. He ignores it to get his hands on Derek; resting on his shoulders, dipping down to his hips, pulling until Derek acquiesces and slides up, knees on either side of Stiles’ head. He kisses the inside of Derek’s thighs, opens his mouth to suck on his cock, so thick in his mouth, Derek’s soft exhale the only sound in the room.

Sometimes they’re loud—

—Stiles will sit behind Derek on the bed, eyes on the mirror, hands holding onto Derek’s. “Tell me,” he’ll say, and Derek will take a shaking breath and a start to talk, will tell Stiles that he wants to suck him off under the table, wants to be fucked over Stiles’ desk at work, wants Stiles to come on his ass and chest and face. Stiles will stroke him as he talks, firmer and faster the louder Derek gets, the more he says, the more detailed the fantasy.

—Derek will say, “let me hear you,” just before he spreads Stiles’ cheeks and licks into him, works his fingers and tongue into Stiles’ ass until he comes, and keeps at it until Stiles is hard again and almost screaming.

But sometimes—Derek’s making little thrusts into Stiles’ mouth, and Stiles lets out a noise of protest when he slides away. “Not yet,” Derek says, chest heaving slightly in a way that makes Stiles feel strangely proud. “Wanted to fuck you.”

“Well,” Stiles says, waving a hand, “get on with it.”

Derek snorts quietly and rolls his eyes, but seconds later he’s settled back on top of Stiles’ body, mouthing at sweaty skin. Stiles curls a foot around Derek’s calf and breathes out, focusing on the feeling, the buzz of arousal singing through his veins, the drag of Derek’s hands on him, the—

He lets out a stutter of quiet, surprised laughter when Derek’s beard brushes his side and sends a ticklish shiver through him. “Sorry,” he says, and Derek looks up at him with such affection that Stiles can’t help but grin and lean awkwardly to kiss him. He settles back down, sighing out in pleasure when Derek’s tongue drags up his cock, and then—

“Jesus!” His leg jerks up at the feeling of Derek’s beard rubbing against the inside of his thigh, and he clamps a hand over the sensitive spot. When he looks back down, Derek is clearly trying not to laugh.

“Sorry,” Derek says—lies—managing to look at least halfway apologetic. Stiles isn’t fooled.

“Maybe we should switch,” he says, but Derek shakes his head immediately. Stiles gives him a look. “No funny business.”

“Never,” Derek says, and his head ducks back down. Anything Stiles was about to say flies out of his head when Derek starts sucking his cock again, tongue swirling around the head, pulling off to lick at his balls, one of his fingers rubbing over his hole.

“Suck me,” Stiles says, spreading his legs a little more, shifting so Derek can finger him. Derek’s hair is soft when he winds his fingers in, and when he moans at the direction, Stiles gives more. “Just like that—god, Derek, that’s so perfect—use two fingers, fuck, fuck, yes—so good, that’s so—argh!”

Derek is laughing when he sits up, and Stiles can’t even be mad.

He can pretend, though.

“What the fuck, Derek,” he complains, pressing his lips against the smile that automatically wants to appear whenever Derek appears outwardly happy. “I was enjoying a perfectly good blowjob.”

Derek snickers once more before taking an audible deep breath. “I really—sorry,” he says, and falls forward when Stiles rolls his eyes and reaches for him. “It seemed funny?”

“It was not,” Stiles informs him, but he grins anyway and pulls Derek down for a kiss. “You gonna fuck me or have you decided to just go for tickle attacks now?”

“Definitely gonna fuck you,” Derek says, and Stiles heart skips a beat when he realizes Derek is still smiling.

Sometimes it’s just a release—

—Derek will come home from the gym still worked up, adrenaline flowing. Stiles will drape himself over the arm of the couch, ass up, stroking himself as Derek fucks him roughly. He’ll plant his feet and push back against it, hope there will be bruises on his hips the next day.

—Stiles will flex his fingers in Derek’s hair, holding him down, rolling his hips. He’ll say, “you can take it, baby, just a bit longer, please, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, you feel so fucking good—” and Derek will take it, hands on Stiles’ thighs, grounding him.

But—

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, the only word he’s said for the past five minutes. “Derek, Derek, oh—please—”

“I know,” Derek says. His voice sounds strained, and Stiles isn’t sure if it’s because he’s close to falling apart or because he’s had his tongue in Stiles’ ass, eating him out since they both calmed down. “Do you want—”

“Yeah, yes, please.” He’s begging; he knows it, and he’ll happily do it again if it means he gets to come on Derek’s tongue. It’s one of his favorite things, and one they almost never have time for. “Touch me again. I’m so close, I swear, just—”

Derek’s hand closes around his cock, and Stiles closes his eyes and cries out when he feels his tongue again, circling his rim before pushing in. Derek has always eaten him out like he’s starving for it, fucking him with his tongue just as relentlessly as he does his cock. Stiles whines when Derek stops stroking his cock but then his fingers are pushing in, hard and fast, and Derek bites at the swell of his ass before leaning forward and over him.

“You look so good like this,” Derek says, voice pitched low; Stiles lets out a sound that sounds half-strangled, but he can hardly breathe. “But you sound even better when you’re begging to come. Come on, baby, let me hear how bad you want it.”

He’s going to burst apart. This is Derek’s apology, he’s sure of it, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. “Fuck me with your tongue,” he says, the words stuttering out, breathless. He’d long since lost his ability to control his breathing. “Please, Derek, please—feels so good, I’m so close, wanna come on your tongue—you can fuck me after, bend me over and—oh fuck yes—”

He thinks he screams. He’s aware that he gets louder when Derek’s fingers rub relentlessly over his prostate and his tongue traces around his rim, but when Derek pushes his tongue in again, Stiles feels every muscle in his body seize up before he lets go all at once, gasping for air as he comes all over the bed and his own chest.

Everything—it floats after that. He rolls when Derek pushes him onto his back, flings his arms around Derek’s shoulders and holds on to sweat-soaked skin as Derek pushes into him, breathing heavily, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of his neck. He winds a foot around Derek’s thigh and tries to pull him in closer, tilts his head to better hear the gasps and shallow breathing, the murmured pleas coming from Derek’s lips, and finally, the sweet sigh of relief when he comes.

Sometimes, it’s all they have time for—

—Derek will grind against him in the kitchen; he’ll suck bruising kisses onto Stiles’ neck as he strokes himself, will come against the soft skin of Stiles’ stomach and rest against him for a few seconds before Stiles will squirm away and half-heartedly glare, his own erection obvious as he wipes himself off with a dish towel that he’ll fling in Derek’s direction with a laugh before grabbing his coffee and taking off.

—Derek will whisper, “come on, come on baby,” and Stiles will come, collapsing against Derek, legs feeling like jello. He’ll watch as Derek brings his hand up and licks it clean, will make a face and say, “look, that’s actually gross—” and Derek will laugh and make sure his jeans are buttoned and drag him out of the alley by the movie theater in time to join their friends.

But now—now, Stiles wiggles until he can hold onto Derek properly, tucks Derek against him and presses a hundred tiny kisses on his face and neck. Now Stiles says, “God, I love you, let’s always take days off together, that was amazing, you’re amazing—” and Derek kisses him back and smiles and tells him if he loves him that much, Stiles won’t mind getting out of bed and getting him coffee.

Stiles doesn’t get out of bed. He pushes Derek out instead, raises his arms triumphantly—and regrets it the second Derek makes a grab for his armpits and starts tickling.

Sometimes they don’t have time for anything at all—

—Stiles will tear through the living room at six in the morning cursing about being late, will talk at Derek instead of to him, will catch himself at the door and turn back to give his husband a kiss goodbye.

—Derek will come home late, cringing at the dark house, the clean kitchen. Stiles will be asleep already, laying restless in their bed, and Derek won’t do more than strip down and brush his teeth before joining him.

But today—today, they won’t get out of bed for hours.

#sterek #smut #plot what plot #stiles stilinski #derek hale #madi this is probably not what you had in mind at all but???#it’s what was in my head #eli writes #again i am sitting in a hotel in copenhagen writing this on my phone at midnight so sorry about any typos

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