#its like its fucked up but its like making peace w what happened

[zenyuumi]

I hate it here

#vent tag #i just want to have PRIVACY #i just took a bath and got all excited bc ''yay no ones in the bedroom rn and that means i can dress in peace ^_^'' #boy was i fucking wrong . the second i stepped into my room my grandma followed after me because she wanted to use the charger??? #the charger that we had in OUR room???? #this bitch does not give 2 shits about our privacy. she will come in like its nothing WHILE IM CHANGING #i tell her im uncomfortable and she just tells me im being too sensitive like?? is it sensitive to NOT WANT PEOPLE TO SEE YOU WITHOUT #CLOTHES ON??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME #I DO NOT CARE IF WE ARE FAMILY YOU ARE MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE IN MY OWN HOME #PLEASE JUST LEAVE W THE CHARGER IF ITS WHAT YOU WANT #i was so happy abt being alone too bc it barely ever happens that i get to dress up in peace #even if i lock the door... they'll just either force it open with a key or bang on the door till i respond #i dont want to live w these people anymore man. #im getting my own room soon but i can alr imagine them doing the same thing anyway #please just leave me alone im not 8 anymore PLEASE #AND STOP USING THE ARGUMENT THAT YOU USED TO BATHE ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG!!! Im not a toddler anymore #and i get uncomfortable now #+ the fact that my grandma often comments on how chubby i am #i cant trust her anymore #im sorry if it seems like im whining like a child abt this im just in a bad mood rn :( it'll be fixed in a bit

[anakinsdove]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

pairing: sam monroe x shy!girlygirl!fem!reader

summary: sam can’t seem to get hard, he also can’t stand you, but he needs your help.

c/w: nsfw, fluff, friends to lovers, sam pretends not to like reader but they’re actually friends, handjob, makeout session, overstimulation, unintentional dacryphilia? reader doesn’t know she has that kink, also sam is mean and reader is kinda innocent if not naive.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 𝟮,𝟮𝟱𝟴.

Sam stroked his cock lazily, laying on his messy bed while “Paranoid” from Black Sabbath played from his stereo volume insanely loud, he stared at the ceiling eyes wide open. To say he was frustrated was an understatement, he’s been stroking his cock for the past 45 minutes and he can’t even get hard yet, he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, “fuck!” He yells in frustration, he watched every single porn tape he owned and couldn’t even pop a boner, from time to time he looks beside him to the porn magazine, hes just not focused, not even his imagination can help him… it’s been like this for the past week. Maybe it finally happened, his cock doesn’t work anymore and he’s still a virgin, he’s pathetic.

Weed doesn’t work, porn doesn’t work, imagination doesn’t work and he’s not lucky enough to get action, the only thing worse than not being able to get hard himself is not being able to get hard with another girl, he would rather kill himself. His wrist aches and he cries out in frustration, he’s so needy, and he’s sweating, it’s so unfair…. he doesn’t hear you knocking on his window.

“sam!” you been calling his name for the past two minutes but it felt like an eternity for your antsy little ass, he’ll kill you if you go inside without his permission, you don’t understand what his deal is when not letting people go inside he’s too dramatic you think “sam!” you call again, now you’re starting to get impatient so you decide to open his balcony door and get inside.

Sam cringes at sunlight and cries out “get out!” throwing at you the porn magazine beside his head as he quickly covers himself with the sheets… what the fuck?

“What is this?” you ask curiously as you kneel to pick up the magazine your eyes instantly landing on the woman with big tits “Turn around!” Sam yells furiously, you do as he says and quickly puts on a pair of boxers, when he realizes you’re still flicking through his magazine, he walks over and takes it right out of your hands, you don’t say anything only look up at him with doe eyes… sam looks away.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask with that sweet and calm voice of yours, exactly the opposite of Sam’s “Go where?” He asks annoyed, you never made plans of going anywhere together, “My house, we’re going to watch a movie” sam pretends to think hardly about it, making you think he might have more important things to do, cooler things to do than to watch a movie with you, well he doesn’t. “Fine but I’m picking the movie” you nod and Sam turns around to grab some pants from his floor.

“Let’s go” Sam says like it’s obvious he’s done and you’re just standing there like an idiot, you follow him downstairs and to the front door and this time sam opens the door for you but still pushes you a little to get out faster.

You start walking trying to maintain his peace, and steal glances at him when you can, before he notices it “What?” Sam asks… so he did notice after all “Nothing its just… you’re not wearing makeup” you say “So?” He asks “it’s uncommon” he doesn’t roll his eyes or anything, you might be starting to think you’re friends. 10 minutes later you arrive to your house and this time you open the door for Sam.

“Where’s your mom?” He asks “she’s not home” “cool” Sam knows very well the way to your room, your room is completely different to his, clean bedsheets and freshly made bed, pink wallpaper decorating your walls and what might be the star of your room, your pretty vanity displaying all of your makeup, Sam always looks a little bit interested in your makeup but when he realizes it mostly soft colors and pink, blushes and lip gloss he loses interest just as quick, he thinks the only cool makeup product you own it’s black eyeliner, you grab your favorite disc “six pence none the richer” by six pence none the richer and “Kiss me” starts playing, Sam’s face instantly turns in disgust.

“What?” You ask, “isn’t there anything less awful you could play?” “Huh?” “Limp bizkit or something” “Limp what?” Sam decides to drop the topic due your answer. “Wait here, I’ll make the popcorn” you sprint out of your room and sam wanders through your room, he’s done it a dozen times by now, even knows which one is your underwear drawer, where your diary is… he beats up your plushies and when he’s done he goes across the room and stares at your Chad Michael Murray poster you probably found in a girly magazine and gives it the middle finger.

He can hear you singing downstairs and he rolls his eyes, what’s wrong with her? Sam asks himself, and two minutes later he decides there’s nothing worthy of his time in your room and lays on your bed staring at the ceiling “Here” you say putting the popcorn bowl on his stomach, he didn’t even hear you come upstairs, you sit next to him and squirm trying to get comfortable, Sam quickly looks away when he sees your skirt riding up a little bit “So, what movie are we watching?” You ask excited

Sam smirks

“Sam!” You cry out trying to cover your eyes with the popcorn bowl, of course he picked “Texas Chainsaw massacre” you’ve never watched this movie before and you totally hated it, 40 minutes later into the film.. Sam ignores your plea and his eyes are still focused on the tv, “Sam…” you say weakly with a pout in your face, “Sam can we please watch something else?” Sam sighs and grabs the tv remote to pause the movie. “Why?” “It’s too scary” “You’re such a crybaby” Sam says annoyed “It’s all fake, you know that right?” “It’s still very awful” you say and Sam grabs the popcorn bowl from your arms “sorry” you say apologetically.

“Do you want to go outside?” You ask “No” “What do you want to do?” He doesn’t respond “Sam” you try again “what!?” Sam says annoyed and you look like wounded puppy “what’s wrong? you seem really annoyed today, more than usual” “I’m fine” you sit closer to him, now your thighs are touching and he can smell your dizzying body lotion that smells like cupcakes, he stares at your lips and your cleavage…

“You can talk to me, I won’t judge you” Sam knows you would never do it, you’re too pure to make a joke of any situation that might be hurting him “My dick is broken” he lets out abruptly “what?” “I can’t get hard” Sam confesses “Oh” you don’t really know what to say…. “Why?” “I don’t fucking know” there clearly annoyance in his voice

“Are you going to see a doctor?” “What!? Why the fuck would I go to the doctor” “I dunno” you say confused and mostly to yourself “Are you going to tell your mom?” “You give the worst advices ever, seriously, are you that stupid. I wont tell my fucking mom” now he sounds genuinely angry. “Hey you’re not being nice!” Now it’s your turn to yell at him “I’m not trying to be!” You grab your pillow and hit him in the face with it, hard enough to make him yelp, then he grabs your other pillow and hits you with it, you gasp offended “Hey!” You grab the pillow again and start hitting him repeatedly pushing him on his back and getting on his lap as you keep your assault, you’re practically jumping on his dick as the bed moves and creaks beneath you, “Stop!” Sam yells urgently under you, you keep going and Sam lets out a moan and urgently grabs your hips to keep you still “S-stop! I’m sorry”

You finally stop the assault, your expression changing to confusion when you realize Sam is panting beneath you, “What’s wrong?” You ask, he looks up to you in shock and sits up, you try to get off his laps but his hands hold your hips still “Did I hurt you?” You ask with evident sadness and regret in your voice “I’m hard” Sam confesses breathlessly “But I thought you couldn’t-“ “I couldn’t!” You carefully remove yourself from his lap, his blue eyes stare at the obvious tent in his pants and you do it too, he takes the pillow and covers himself feeling ashamed “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” There’s slight annoyance in his voice “You know what is like trying to jack off soft?” You shake your head “It’s fucking annoying” “But I made you hard isn’t that what you wanted?” He shakes his head “I thought I helped you” you said confused “You could help me if I could kiss you” he says and you look at him shocked “i thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not friends” he says “Are you my boyfriend then?” “What!?” He says shocked “I dunno” you say “L-Look sometimes what you think you know doesn’t necessarily have to do much with reality” you tilt your head to the side “Okay”

You start leaning in and he lens back a little bit, you open your eyes in confusion and quickly closes them when he finally kisses you, his lips are soft, inexperienced just as yours, he moves his lips a little more impatient than yours, he’s uncoordinated, you moan when he grabs your waist roughly with one hand trying to pull you close to him, he’s not gentle, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t know how to… “Sammy… I want to help you” you say breathlessly… he kisses you again and moves him hands to tug on his pants, also his boxers, his cock is freed and slaps against his stomach… “what do I do?” You ask, so much for helping him “Just w-wrap your hand around it” you wrap your hand around his dick too loose for his liking he groans in annoyance due your unintentional teasing.

Sam wraps his hand around yours instructing you to tighten your wrip, and you do, he guides your hand to stroke him faster “Yesyesyes something like that” Sam says and his eyes screw shut “g-give me your hand” he says breathlessly, you do as he says and he spits in your hand “You can go again” you feel the familiar wetness in your panties as you keep jerking him off, the wetness you feel in you aching pussy that can only be relieved when you grind yourself against your plushies rubing nicely against you clit.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Sam say between moans, “Play with my balls c’mon” you cup them gently in your hand not knowing much about what to do with them.. when you start rolling them between your fingers, they feel nice and heavy on your palm fuzzy skin feeling so delicious against your fingers, his heavy cock in your hand is pulsating, you look at him and see his stomach contracting where his shirt rode up… he can’t help but let out pathetic whines “You sound so pretty Sam” you say and his eyes roll back, he moves his hands up to grip your tits and massage them, unexpectedly he grips them too hard and you make a small “ow” sounds make him grip them more gently Sam thinks he’s in heaven… he might be.

“c-cumming cumming!” he pants “ohh f-fuck!” Sam spams, his eyes roll back and his thighs shake, it’s a sight for sore eyes… white ropes of cum paint your hand and your wrist, you keep moving your wrist to help him ride his orgasm, just like when you keep grinding against your plushies after you cum… but Sam is not used to it “w-wait wait!” Sam writes on the bed trying to get away from your touch, “what?” You ask as your wrist keeps moving up and down still at a really fast peace, his head rolls back and you hear a whimper, his toes curl inside his shoes as he kicks his feet desperately… “ah ah ah!” tears start falling from his eyes wetting his eyelashes as he gasps for air “s-stop” you stop instantly when you hear the word and Sam groans tiredly… what the fuck… you gave him the best orgasm of his life… You “Y/N L/N”

Sam curls into himself panting still… you move to your nightstand to grab a wet wipe, you clean your hand and move him on his back… wiping the cum that landed on his stomach and some on his dick, Sam hisses at the contact of the cold wipe on his dick… “Did you- did you like it?” you ask nervously, Sam opens his eyes and puts his softening cock back in his boxers and tugs his pants up. Sam nodds shyly “T-thank you” You unexpectedly hug him falling on top of him, “I’m glad I could help-“

“Y/N!” You hear your mom call from downstairs shes coming upstairs Sam panics a little “Hey Sam!” Your mom greets Sam and he weakly waves at her “What are you guys doing?” “W-We just finished watching a movie” “Oh Okay” finally your mom leaves to her room.

Unexpectedly sam kisses you again, this time is soft and gentle, not rushed but still passionate, “You’re so pretty” he admits “I thought you didn’t like me” you admit “I do” “I thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not!” Sam says and kisses you again.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?

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dividers @i92-93 @sweetparty

#sam monroe x you #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe smut #sam monroe fluff #hayden christensen #sam monroe imagine #sam Monroe Hayden Christensen #sam monroe life as a house

[exhaslo]

PLEASE! Please make a part 3 of the bully!miguel x ghost reader ITS SO GOOD!!!!

Haha, I'm glad you enjoyed it!! I'll just make this a quick summary of afterwards since I do have to write some other stuff! Hope this will suffice!!!

Part 1 Part 2

Warning: Minors DNI, Smut, fluff

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After your night with Miguel, you had worked with the campus to move out of your dorm. It took a while, but you had successfully moved into Miguel's apartment right by the campus. It made you happy to know that you did not need to worry about people bullying you as much anymore.

Miguel made sure of that.

There was a new rumor going around campus. How if anyone dared to try and catch the ghost that they would be beaten to a pulp. You had an idea as to what happened, but you couldn't be mad at Miguel. Miguel was only trying to protect you.

Miguel was so kind to you and you alone. He always walked with you to class and made sure that you were never alone. Sometimes he had no choice since he was in class, but people started to get the hint. It still happened every now and then, but you were pretty much free from bullying.

The only bullying you received repeatedly was from Miguel in bed. There have been times where Miguel made sure you couldn't go to class the next day. He would fuck you so good that you swore you saw stars most nights.

Currently, you were sitting in the library beside Miguel. You had wanted to study in peace for your finals. Miguel watched you, whispering every now and then that he could tutor you back at the apartment.

"I know you're smart...B-But you're tutoring will end up...well, w-with me not learning anything." You whispered, hiding your face in your textbook. Miguel just chuckled in response,

"That's the point. You'll do fine on your exams."

You smiled as Miguel nuzzled against you, wanting you to give into him. Of course you would. Miguel was hard for you to say no too. He was a charmer.

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"See, I told you I'd help you learn," Miguel hummed as he thrusted into you from behind. He held your hips up, chuckling as he watched you lay against your textbook, "Or maybe not?"

"M-Miggy~ S'much~" You babbled, gripping onto the bedsheets.

"I suppose, you're getting drool on your book,"

Miguel chuckled as he changed positions. He pressed your legs against his chest, leaning closer to you. Your cute fucked out expression just begging for more. Miguel could never get enough. He captured your lips for a kiss before sharing in your orgasm.

Sighing softly, Miguel carried you to the bathroom. He stepped into the bathroom with you, helping you wash yourself,

"I heard the funniest thing today," Miguel started as he stroked your sides, "People were claiming that the campus ghost was now possessing the campus bully."

"W-Why can't they just l-let it go!" You stuttered, huffing your cheeks out. Miguel nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck,

"I don't see anything wrong with this rumor. As long as no one is bullying you," He kissed your neck, "Who cares if they say I'm possessed. It isn't a lie-"

"M-Miguel! I-I'm no g-ghost a-and...and I don't-"

"I'm teasing."

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You had stayed by Miguel's side for the rest of your college life. Once graduation came, Miguel boldly proposed to you in front of everyone. You had turned a million shades of red, but agreed. Miguel made you happy and you were contempt with living your life with him.

When it came time for your wedding, you stood in front of Miguel in a gorgeous all white dress. Miguel just smiled as he read his vows to you,

"(Y/N), there is just one last thing I want to get out of my chest," He hummed.

"Y-Yes?"

Miguel smiled as he placed the ring on your finger,

"I caught the campus ghost."

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Hehe, this was a cute mini series. I hope you liked it!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099

[arthenaa]

Can't think right, too tongue-tied, It must be love | GOJO SATORU

5+1. 5 times Gojo Satoru's confessed to you through his cryptic love language and one time you've had enough.

note: fluff. crack. idiots in love. not proofread cuz im bz w commz. it's gender-neutral. based on experience cuz i like projecting myself into my writing. (if my clients r seeing this, im so sorry i just have to get this off my head or else i will explode) listen to the playlist for immersive reading (its actually part of the story! but its optional if yall prefer silent environments and prefer to listen later hehe)

story playlist:

01: Gee by Girls Generation

"Hey, check your dms."

He nudges you with his elbow—quite rudely if one might add but you've learned to deal with Satoru's little quirks after years of torment. Who wouldn't if you were subjected to concealed torture under the guise of tumultuous hiiiiiiii's, heyyyyyyyy's, and the occasional heavy ass arm around your neck that he keeps leaning on with his fucking weight because he claims, and you quote, "we're besties."

He's annoying and yes, you've since learned to desensitize yourself with his entire existence completely.

However, there are still times when he's managed to surprise you despite all the years of experience you've worked hard and traumatized (exaggeration, yes, but it's Gojo?) yourself for.

"Did you just send me Gee by Girls Generation?"

He looks up from his phone, the circular sunglasses drooping down with the raise of his eyebrows. He glances at you before looking back down again to his phone.

"Yeah?" He replies as if you shouldn't be asking him in the first place. You blink at him in confusion. "Reminds me of you."

"What?" You furrow your eyebrows. "Gee .... Reminds you of me?"

"Yeah," He responds with no hesitance. Somehow, this makes you squint your eyes at him.

"Are you trying to get something out of this?"

"No?" He raises his eyebrow before chuckling, raising his hand to gently bump his knuckles against your forehead. You flinch back at the sudden gesture.

He tilts his head with a smile. "Listen to it on the way home."

There's a pause of silence as you look at him with wide eyes, the phone screen dimming down with every second you leave it untouched. He then purses his lips, shrugs, and slips his airpods in before waving and wandering off to Geto who had just come out with Shoko from the convenience store with a bag of ice cream.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as the two erupt into laughter—Gojo swinging his arm around Geto in the process. You see Shoko turn towards you, an unlit cigarette stick hanging from her lips.

"Y/N!" She calls before nudging her head over. You sigh as the two walk on ahead, too immersed in their conversation to wait for the two of you. You walk over to Shoko as she waits for you with her hands tucked within the pockets of her sweatpants.

Shoko gives you a once-over as you take another peek at your phone. This is just him fucking with me probably. Surely.

"What's with you?" She asks with a drawl of her voice. She adjusts the cigarette with a roll of her lips.

You pocket your phone with a quiet sigh, eyes boring into the back of Satoru's head. "Nothing. Let's go."

02: Super Shy by New Jeans

The next time it happens is when your phone is connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the common area. It was a peaceful morning really, lounging in the kitchen bar, and drinking your coffee while listening to Laufey surely was one way to pass the time.

There weren't any missions for the second years and so you had the place all to the four of you.

You take another sip, eyes drowsily blinking as Bewitched by Laufey plays beautifully in the surround sound speakers that the school funded at the awful behest of Gojo Satoru. (Of course, he gets his way around the administration because they have no choice) It has its use despite how it was taken but past is past and you just want to snuggle yourself deeper in your oversized hoodie, the feeling of a fresh shower, a cup of coffee, and music.

Just as you took another sip of your drink, you heard padding of footsteps descending the stairs from the boys' side of the dormitory.

You turn your head to see the new addition to your peaceful morning only to let out a sigh at the sight of Gojo Satoru yawning, scratching his stomach, then finally turning towards you with a slight surprise—all in that order.

"Y/N," He greets, voice riddled with sleep as he waddles over to you, encasing you with his arms around your shoulders and head against your neck. "'m so sleepy."

"Satoru," You take a sip of your coffee, unbothered by the weight on your back as he almost completely nestles his weight on your body. "You're early."

He has half a mind to take notice of the soft tunes coming out of the speakers as he digs his face into your neck. You stay unbothered to his sudden need for physical intimacy as you place down your coffee to grab your phone.

He raises his head from your neck, chin on your shoulder as he notices your prolonged silence—presumably, distracted by something else. Turns out, he was right as he watched you rack through your playlist for a song to change to.

Taking the opportunity, he snatches your phone swiftly and pressing the search button to play something else entirely.

"Hey!" You complain as you grab his wrist when he tries to dodge your attempts to get your phone back. You force it down to your range of vision as he begins to search for whatever song he wants to play for the morning. "Please don't—"

"Too late," He grins, pressing Super Shy by New Jeans. Soon enough the playful beats of the song surround the area and he's back to his usual giggly and energetic self. He hugs you close and tight, shifting your body back and forth to the beat.

It's too early in the morning and you don't have the energy in you to stop this assault.

"Can you stop?" You whine as he gathers you tightly in his arms, cheeks mushed together, your arms pressed against your chest, and his face buried against your hair.

"Why?" He drawls out the last syllable with an annoyingly cute tilt of his voice. You want to body slam him to the floor. "This song reminds me of you though!"

There he is again.

You're not too sure if you should question it when he's holding this much energy in the morning. He tries to sway your body back and forth to the song and you could almost feel your stomach empty its contents when Geto finally comes to your rescue.

"Satoru!" Geto's voice reaches the kitchen with ease as he stops by the entrance and shakes his head. "Get off Y/N before they die, would you?"

"Fine," Satoru lets go of you reluctantly before trudging over to Geto who comforts him with the promise of making him breakfast. You send a thankful glance to Geto who gives you a sympathetic nod.

You let out a sigh. Your coffee has gone cold and another song from New Jeans' album plays on the speakers

You suppose interrogating Gojo can wait.

03: Love Lee by AKMU

Your eyes glance up from your phone to glare at the winter wonderland-haired boy sitting on one of the chairs to the far right of the classroom. He balances himself on its hind legs with his feet perched up on the table as he continues to type on his phone.

Few seconds later another ding alerts you of a notification.

There's a huff of laughter from his side of the room, presumably from your conversation. You let out a sigh, tucking your left hand in your pocket to cup around for your poor tangled earphones.

"Did he send you another song?" Shoko peers from your shoulder at the open conversation tab of you and Satoru's messages. You grumble in response as you pull the offensive knotted wires from your pocket.

The brunette heaves a sigh as she plops down to the seat next to yours. There's about an hour left before Professor Yaga bursts through those doors and disrupts your moment of reprieve. It's better to just make most of your time now.

You press on the link, leading you to your Spotify app as the song pops up on the player.

"Love Lee?" You say loudly enough for Satoru to hear amidst his conversation with Geto. "Really?"

"You say that as if AKMU isn't godly," Satoru retorts with a raise of his eyebrow. Suguru chuckles beside him, coughing into his hand as if to hide his laughter.

"This is the last time, Satoru." You comment as you slip one earphone to your ear. The blue eyed boy rolls his eyes.

"Is it so bad to send you songs that remind me of you?"

"I said, last time."

He raises his left hand and mimics talking in a mocking demeanor with a close and open of his fingers and thumb. You glare at him shortly.

You press play and the song hums a soft melody with its lowered volume within the speakers of your earphones. Shoko glances at you and then Gojo before shifting her body towards your armrest and resting her arms on it with her chin perched on top.

"He's not gonna stop is he?" Shoko asks with a soft smile on her lips. You glance down at her, hand coming up to brush a stray hair away from her face.

"He's just being Gojo," You retort with a sigh. You twirl a strand of her hair within your fingers. "He'll get bored soon enough."

Shoko stifles a giggle from her lips causing you to raise an eyebrow.

"Sure," She says with a roll of her eyes. You don't like her tone.

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you don't believe me." You frown deeply. Shoko glances down at your phone and then at you.

"You said he sent you D.O the other day."

"And?" You raise your eyebrow at her in confusion. You're not sure what to make of what she's saying but the steady gaze of Shoko's eyes on you somewhat makes you nervous.

"Rose," She adds as if she's trying to prove something already obvious. "Rose by D.O. Then he sent you Love Lee today."

"Yeah, I know?" You sound out the last syllable with a careful tone. Shoko eyes you once more before shaking her head.

"You're hopeless." She grumbles, opening the window to her side and lighting a cigarette. You furrow your eyebrows at her sudden frustration.

"What the hell does that mean?"

04: Only by Lee Hi

"It's good, I promise you!" Gojo flashes you with his cerulean blue eyes that seem to get shinier by the second. You feel uneasy under his stare as he tilts his umbrella to shield you further from the rain.

The two of you are walking to the Samgyupsal place that Shoko suggested eating out at. It had been a while since the four of you gathered in one place— You and Ieri often paired out in reconnaissance missions while the other two were sent to more physical curse-related operations. It wasn't exactly easy to find the right time to catch up but with luck on your side, the four of you coincidentally ended missions on the same week. Currently, You and Gojo have woken up late from an afternoon nap and decided to go there together. The other two had already left a few minutes earlier.

Bad news, it had rained on the way there. Good news, your umbrella was with you.

Since the walking Burj Khalifa had a taller physique and a longer arm, you gave him the role of keeping the both of you dry from the rain.

Your only problem right now though is that Satoru's doing his thing again.

"I thought I told you that last time is the last time?" You shoot him a stern look as he tries his best to give you his mimic of puppy eyes. Well, as much as he can with that sunglasses of his.

"But this one's really good though?" He pouts. "If you like Laufey, you'll like this one. C'mon, please?"

He pulls out one of his AirPods from his right ear before holding out to you. You give him a defeated look as he grins at you cheerfully.

You put it on with reluctance as he pulls out his phone to scroll through his long-ass playlist. You could only get a glimpse of it with how he used the scroll bar you couldn't even see with the amount of songs he's jam-packed in that collection of his. You ought to teach him the importance of sectioning his music, you suppose.

He then finally lets out a noise of victory when he's found the song he's looking for. Soon enough, piano instrumentals begin to play and the mood suddenly shifts to a mellow vibe.

Your chest huffs with recognition as Lee Hi's voice fills your ear with carefully woven melodies and detailed harmonies.

"Only?" You turn to him with a soft smile playing on your lips. He glances down at you with a smile as you both walk to the beat of the song.

"See?" He says. You look up at him with the subtle sway of your head to the addictive flow of the tune. "You like it."

"Of course, I do," You retort with a scoff. "It's Lee Hi."

"Yeah, yeah," He rolls his eyes before licking his lips as he turns to face the street once more. "I meant this. You're starting to like it, I can see it on your face."

You halt your footsteps, causing him to stumble as he tries to shield your body causing a few of the droplets to splash the side of his arm. He stares at you with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

"No I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do, though?"

"Nope."

"Okay, you don't." He peers at you with raised eyebrows as if he's waiting for you to say something else entirely. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

"You don't get to reverse psychology me, Satoru."

"Not even once?" He raises his pointer finger with a pout of his lip causing you to slap his hand away.

"No!" You put your foot down on this conversation because you know if you don't, Satoru's just going to start to defy until he's going to get what he wants. "Point is, I don't and you can't keep sending me songs for whatever reason."

"I literally sent you them because it reminds me of you."

"You sent me Sour Grapes in the midst of shitting."

"Okay?" He shrugs his shoulders high as if that shouldn't be enough to convict him of murder or something. "That was one time! I told you after that it reminded me of you though?"

"Yeah, like I would want someone to tell me that when they werejust having explosive diarrhea in the dormitory toilets."

"You're kinda mean sometimes you know that?" He huffs as his shoulders droop. In this lighting, he looks like a puppy ripped off its precious treats. You prevent a smile from blooming on your lips.

"It's my charm," You wink at him. He flushes under your watch. At the embarrassed flush on his face, you let out a few chuckles—admiring the way the redness of his cheeks spread to his ears.

"And, cut!"

Your moment gets cut off by a loud clap mimicking a clapperboard. You both turn toward the culprit as Shoko stands with her hands outstretched in front of her and clasped against one another.

"That was a wonderful shot. I'm sure you'll get Couple of the Year at the KBS Drama Awards." Shoko smiles as she tucks her hands in her coat. Your face flushes and soon enough you duck out of the safety of the umbrella with hands outstretched to grab at Shoko. The girl squeals as you chase her inside.

Satoru on the other hand doesn't come in for a minute and a half.

05: Signal by TWICE

"You're keeping a playlist?"

Geto chimes in as he rests his chin on your shoulder. It's the weekend, the day is free, and there's nothing to worry about so you and Geto are in the comforts of the common room in your shared dormitory, playing about 5 rounds of Valorant since 12 in the afternoon.

You glance at Geto who peers into the list of songs. They're mostly Korean pop (He's that obsessed okay) ranging from Girls' Generation to AKMU to TWICE then a couple of NCT, SEVENTEEN, and even Mamamoo. He reprimands you to not lose them buried and laid to waste in your messages because he says, 'I sent them so that means they're carefully thought of and that also means you have to remember them because I said so!'

You responded with a smack under the head and an array of curses you jumbled together in an attempt to scare him off.

It didn't work.

"He just sent me Signal by Twice." You groan as you add yet another song to the lengthy playlist that you only just curated a few days ago. Your eyes take a short glance up at the computer screen with the waiting time on standby as your match queued up in competitive.

Geto pulls away from your shoulder and gives you a raise of an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm just going to be real with you because all of this is physically making my bones hurt and I'm not even in my twenties," Suguru heaves a sigh. "You've got to be that fucking dense if you don't get that at all."

Suguru looks at you as if you've just murdered his precious 2-year-old Chinchilla named Tiana. You stare back at him with the same intensity.

"You and Shoko have been saying the most cryptic shit—Should I have assumed something?" You retort with a furrow of your eyebrows.

"Should you not have?" Geto doesn't want to be the one to relay whatever Satoru's thought process is but this just has to be one of the most blatant shit he could come up of. He thinks the problem is the fact that it's you.

(To be fair, Gojo's never serious about anything unless it's curses, sweets, or the photocard album collection he has of Huh Yunjin piling on his shelves.)

You throw your hands up in the air and make a series of wild gestures that Geto would’ve laughed at if it weren't for that vein almost popping out of your head.

"Damn, my bad if I didn't get the memo?" You claim with sarcasm, your shoulders are raised and your hands are too busy making circular motions and random movements just to make a point. Damn, Suguru's really trying not to laugh. "Should I have broken down every single writing process, thought, idea and symbolical allusions that these songs went through or something?"

"That's too much of an exaggeration but not technically," Suguru responds with a smile. "It's really just common sense."

A ding from your phone cuts off your conversation causing both of you to peer down at the screen of your phone perched on your knee.

You conversation with Gojo opens and a realization comes next.

You press on the link and immediately takes you to your Spotify. Your breath hitches.

"He sent me Must be Love," You blink slowly before glancing up at Suguru. "He sent me Laufey."

The two of you look at each other before your hand pulls up the live lyrics from below. Soon enough, you confirm your thoughts. Suguru purses his lips as he peers down at the song playing. He scrunches his nose. Oh my Lord, he's cringe.

Suguru repeats your words with a sigh. "He sent you Laufey."

+1 : Must be Love by Laufey

Finding Gojo was a piece of cake (No it's not).

The boy's always wandering about and Principal Yaga's complaints about his absences always left the three of you grappling at whatever possible evidence that might lead you to grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him back home.

It was a problem, sure, but it didn't take long with careful observation that Gojo always visits one or two sweet shops regularly when he's craving a cavity or his frequent quiet spots around campus that no one seems to even consider because everyone just assumes that the almighty six eyes user will not subject himself to the cramped and dusty space just to stream and vote on Mnet.

This time, it was easy—too easy that he's actually just in his room because it only took him one glance from Shoko staring into his soul as he tried to sneak out again for him to go back into his room with his tail tucked between his legs.

So yes, you think it's a piece of cake (It's not).

"Do you like me?"

You barged into his room, and marched up to the foot of his bed as he screamed like a little girl with you glaring down at him. He pulls his covers up to cover him even though he's fully clothed. It would be funny if you weren't fuming right now.

"What the fuck?! Privacy?!"

"Yeah, whatever," You roll your eyes before shoving him your phone with the playlist on screen. "Do you like me? Answer the question."

Satoru looks at you with wide eyes and disheveled hair as he peers down at your phone then back at you.

"Can this wait? I still have to watch another episode of Leniverse—"

"Wait, my ass," You snarl as you push him back flat on his bed causing him to squeak before climbing in and encasing him with your leg on each side of his hip and your arms beside his head. You peer down at his terrified eyes but flushed cheeks with a determined look on your face. "Did you hear me complain about you playing me Super Shy the other day? Or fucking Signal?"

"What's wrong with New Jeans?"

"Nothing's wrong with them, it's you who's fucking weird," Your fingers grip the sheets as your breath falters. "Sending me songs as if I'd get that shit."

"... I did say it reminded me of you ..."

"No shit, Sherlock? you think I'd waste the time to assume things?" You deadpanned. Your cheeks flush as you look down at him with pursed lips. "Say it."

His eyes glance at the expanse of your face, admiring your soft little imperfections before raising his hand to move the hair blocking the light from your face. There's a moment of silence before he smiles at you.

"Hey," He starts off light and cups your cheek. "Look, I'm just gonna make this simple for you. You've got two choices—"

There's a certain familiarity with the way he's trying to normally recite the words. You furrow your eyebrows at him. "Are you ... Are you reciting Mina's intro?"

Gojo flashes you an uneasy grin before closing his eyes as he hits his head back against the pillow in frustration. "I didn't expect to confess today. Give me a break."

"So you resorted to that?"

"You didn't exactly give me a chance did you?!" He complains, tone raising defensively. "Acting like you own the fucking room— Which you don't by the way! I'd have you know that my family funded this dormitory so technically I own it. You can't barge in like that! What if I was naked? Or masturbating? Or worse, looking at my Mark Lee pc collection?!"

"I'm not sure as to what the basis is when it comes to ranking those things from least to worst but—"

"Ah Ah Ah!" He sticks his palm against your mouth causing you to be cut off from your response. He continues off on a tangent. "I'm not done! You also so blatantly mounted me at my most vulnerable moment and didn't even let me speak when you tried to interrogate me about my feelings. What if I suddenly just kissed you if I succumbed to my raging hormones!?"

You stare, deadpan as he continues to ramble off.

"After all the work I did," He whines. "The songs! The careful deliberation—"

You tug off his hand with a harsh pull. "There was no careful deliberation with sending those songs because you just fucking sent them for no reason at all!"

"What do you mean?! They all have one thing in common! I told you it reminded me of you!" He argues back. You're both shouting and arguing at each other whilst still in that damned position and you both could care less with it when this is happening.

"You weren't exactly specific, were you?! How the hell am I to even perceive that when I don't know what I'm looking for?!"

"It's right in your face, Y/N!" Gojo exclaims. "All of them are about love. All of them are about liking someone. I can't stress it enough that I basically just sent them to you in different fucking fonts."

You gape at him from your position above as his face completely submerges in a sea of red.

"My bad for being so fucking cheesy! Don't give me that look because Suguru told me he cringed to oblivion when he heard Love Lee. My mental capacity is at an all-time low right now so my shitty ass K-POP playlist will have to do." He delivers one last chance to defend his dignity before letting out a defeated sigh. "So yes, I do like you. Happy?"

There's a pause of silence as you look down at him with a steady gaze. You were already aware of it the moment this idiot delved into your side of music. Sure, you had half a mind to at least understand why he was doing it in the first place but Gojo was skilled in being Gojo. In being himself.

Serious in certain things but not all. Arrogant, selfishly unselfish, and just outright an asshole in a good way. You're not really sure how to assume things when there weren't any reassurance that you could in the first place.

He was too good in being a friend and now as he peers up at you through his beautiful white lashes with the nervous flush on his cheeks, you're suddenly sure about something else.

"If you're not going to say something, can I please just watch Leniverse and wallow in miser—"

"Shut up, Satoru," You whisper as you lean down on your elbows and press your lips into his. He lets out a shaky gasp at the feeling of your lips against his. He responds with ease, encasing you in his arms as he pulls you down to completely rest your weight on top of him. Your hands make way to cup his cheeks as you kiss him deeper with a tilt of your head. He follows your lead quietly before softly pulling away at the slight loss of breath.

You two look at each other with a certain daze in your eyes from the kiss, gaze darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips. He licks his lips (your eyes carefully following the motion).

"You're an idiot, y'know that?" You cut the silence off with a tender smile on your lips as you rest your chin on his chest. "You could've just told me you liked me like y'know, a normal human being?"

Satoru rolls his eyes with a grin. "I'm not exactly normal, am I?"

You nod with careful consideration. "You have a point."

There's a pause of comfortable silence as the two of you gaze at each others eyes before Satoru feels for his phone under the covers. You watch him as you lay your head on his chest, watching as he pulls up his playlist and begins to play the last song he sent you.

Laufey's vocals soon echo in his room and the soft sounds of the guitar accompaniment creates a mellow vibe between the two of you.

"Thank you," You whisper, reaching up to place a chast kiss on his lips. He smiles at the peck of your lips. "I did love it. If it's not obvious enough, I do like you too."

Gojo chuckles with glee as he pulls you to rest beside him in his arms.

"Okay, enough of that. Let's make out now." He pulls you close with a pucker of his lips. You angle your head back away from his assault with a laugh pouring from your lips.

"Stop it!"

"Fuck wait, gotta set the mood—"

"What are you— Why the fuck are you playing White Tee—?! Get off Satoru or I will body slam you into wet concrete. I swear to God—"

"What if?"

"You're sick in the head."

"Thanks, I call it love."

a/n: I was gojo in this and i often sent my ex random ass songs with no context at all and she'd always be like ? HAHA we're just friends now and I still send her stuff and now she knows to put it in a playlist whenever I do it <3 neways hope yall enjoyed this. first time writing Gojo! so mb if it was a lil ooc, had to just get it off my chest and project through his character. teehee. also the playlist serves as actual part of the story! yall can imagine its gojo who curated it for u hehe. have a great week ahead yall!

update: someone sent me who i'd think gojo's ult group is,,, if it isnt obvious from the fic its lesserafim 🫶🫶 he's an avid huh yunjin pc collector but he also listens to other groups like girls' generation, IU, and a sprinkle of nct bc noise core is somehow so like him 😁☝️‼️

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So I was thinking about a Dom reader who fidgets alot and lost like his toy so he is picking at his nails and messing with his hands. So Steven see this and puts his book down and go's over to him because reader is watching tv on their couch. Reader explains what happened and steven says reader can fidget using him thinking he was going to play with his hands. But actually leads to reader fingering the fuck out of Steven and jerking him off while causality watching tv and steven can't think of anything.-50%🐻‍❄️

I really had fun writing this! I love this idea a lot, so i'm glad that I wrote it out! Thank you as always for requesting my 50%

Warnings, Detailed smut, fingering, handjob, jerking off, sweet after care, nail biting mentioned,

SUB STEVEN X FIDGETY DOM MALE READER

Steven and Y/n in the living room both of them doing their own thing. Steven was at his desk reading books about Egypt. While Y/n was on the couch watching TV. Everything was normal and peaceful in Steven’s opinion. 

But for Y/n it was hell for him. Y/n kept tapping his foot against the wood floors as he picked and sometimes bit his nails. Y/n eyes looked away from the tv about a hundred times. He looked down at his nails picking at them. 

Y/n looks back at the tv crossing his arms trying to stop picking at his nails, but the only thing it does is make him start bouncing his leg. 

Y/n let out a groan before unwrapping his arms going back to mess with his hands. 

With all the movement and semi loud sounds Steven looks up from his book and he glances down over to the couch at Y/n. Steven gives Y/n a worried look before setting the book down and walks over to the couch sitting beside Y/n.

Steven sits down next to Y/n watching him mess with his fingers for a while before Y/n sees him in the corner of his eyes and stops moving his hands apart from each other. 

“Y/n, are you alright? You're fidgeting quite a lot.” Steven asks genuinely concerned for him. 

“Oh uhm yeah. It's just that I lost my toy and now I have nothing to fidget with, soo yeah.” Y/n answers showing Steven his nails/ fingertips. “If that's the case you can fidget using me, if you want.” Steven says with a smile. 

“Really? Thank you Steven.” Y/n says thanking his boyfriend before kissing him deeply. Steven kisses Y/n back with the same passion not noticing Y/n’s hands running across his body. Y/n’s hands travel down to Steven’s waist tugging on the belt before taking it off. 

Steven pulls away from the kiss looking down at Y/n’s hands. Y/n unbutton Steven's pants and pulling them down alongside his underwear swiftly. Steven lets out a slight gasp in surprise not noticing Y/n put his own fingers in his mouth sucking onto them. 

Y/n uses his free hand to keep Steven’s legs apart. Y/n pulls his fingers out of his mouth and gives Steven one last kiss before moving one finger inside him. Steven lets out a breathy moan feeling Y/n’s finger inside him. Y/n gives him no time to adjust as he moves his finger in and out of him.

Steven breath hitches as Y/n's finger moves deeper inside of him. Steven's hard cock begins to harden as he lets out breathy moans.

Y/n begins to curl the tip of his finger searching for Steven's prostate. Steven's body began to give up on him as he lay down on his back with his legs wide open as Y/n fingers him. Steven's cock stood tall with the precum already leaking from the tip. Y/n added another finger inside Steven causing him to moan out even louder.

Steven's eyes began to roll to the back of his head as the two fingers inside of him moved in and out. Y/n's fingers spread apart from each other stretching Steven out just to move them back to its original pace.

Steven squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm build up. Steven finally gets the courage to open his eyes and to look at Y/n.

Usually Y/n would have been looking at his body telling him praises and kissing him, but Y/n currently is just looking at the TV so casually like he isn't fucking the soul out of Steven with his fingers.

Steven threw his head back again moaning endlessly as he held onto the couch for dear life. Steven's cock twitched and ached feeling the knot in his stomach tighten.

"Y-y/n!~ I'm cumming! ohh- I'm cUmming!~" Steven moaned out before cumming hard onto his stomach messily. Steven's cock shot white streaks of cum one after the other as Y/n fingered him even faster.

After Steven finally calming down from his high Y/n pulled his fingers out of him letting Steven catch his breath.

Steven opened his mouth to say something, but he gets shut down by a moan escaping his lips feeling Y/n's hand grip onto his cock rubbing the tip with his thumb.

Steven tried to tell Y/n no not wanting to feel the overstimulation, but pleasure took over him and let Y/n do want he wanted.

Y/n's hand pulled and tugged on Steven's cock before jerking him off properly. Steven thrust his hips into Y/n's hands as his cock as he began to moan endsley.

Steven's mind began to feel fuzzy as pleasure and lust over took him.

Y/n's hand gripped on Steven's cock tightened as he went back tingo jerk off Steven faster moving his hand up and down at a faster pace to the base all the way to the tip. Steven's eyes began to water as he trembled ansd whine out. Y/n eyes were glued to the TV laughing when anything funny happened not even taking notice of Steven current state.

Steven watches intensely as Y/n' hand wraps around the tip of his cock squeezing and tugging on it. Steven's cock practically was covered in precum and cum. Y/n began to tug on Steven's cock pulling the tip and such. Steven was so close to his orgasm he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore as he began to moan and cry. Steven thrusted inside Y/n's hand faster feeling his orgasm about to reach.

Steven's mind was blank as he came hard all over Y/n's hands staining them white with cum. As Steven was calming down from his high Y/n finally looked away from the TV and to Steven.

"Oh! I'm sorry uhm.. Let me get you cleaned up alright." Y/n says picking up Steven in his arms taking him to the bathroom before sitting him down on the sink counter running him a bath.

Y/n walked back over to Steven taking all his clothes off for him and picking him back up and into the bathroom cleaning him.

"Thank you for the help Steven... How about I make it up to you tonight?"

THE END

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The Babysitter (28)

A Moment Together

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 28- W/c 4.3k This chapter contains 18+ smut

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A Moment Together

The sound of shuffling slowly pulled you out of your peaceful slumber, your face pressing further against the pillow in front of you to remain locked in this tranquil moment, the older woman having plans of her own. Her lips peppered across the exposed skin of your back as you laid on your stomach, a smile creeping its way onto your lips as you tilt your head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the striking green. Instead, you simply feel her body climb on top of yours, her thighs wrapped around your waist while her hands gently press into your back, briefly massaging the muscles there before leaning down so her mouth was at your ear, your eyes having fluttered shut at the relaxing feeling of her hands on you.

"I know you're awake Detka," she hums out, pressing a kiss to your temple, letting her lips linger there before pulling back, catching the soft and shy smile etched onto your face as your cheeks tint pink, face turning to hide the blush. Her nails scratch down your back in a soothing way, a low sigh escaping you at the feeling, the gentle action lulling you back to sleep. "Come on Moya Lyubov, get up for me," she murmurs, moving to press her body into the back of you, the sensation of her naked body pressed up against yours causing you to wake up.

Her skin was so smooth, her breasts soft and squished slightly against your back as she leaned into you, her touch featherlight as her fingers skimmed across your waist and hips, encouraging you to wake up. You made a sound of protest, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed and her embrace, a smile permanently engraved on Wanda's face as she admired your adorable state. Her nose scrunched up cutely when your hand moved to grasp her own, interlocking your fingers together but making no move to wake up properly as the older woman wished, having an idea of how you could spend your last little bit of free time together without the twins being present.

When her lips peppered across the side of your neck, her hands pressing harder against your hips, a low sensual sigh escaping her, did you only open your eyes again, heat building between your thighs at her attempts to work you up.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" she purrs sinfully at the shell of your ear, a groan escaping you.

"Yes," you murmur out, voice raspy from having just woken up, the tone of your voice causing the older woman to bite down on her lower lip, your head turning away from the soft fabric of the pillow to meet her gaze, arousal fogging your mind at the darkened glint in them.

"Turn over for me Dorogaya," she whispers, the warmth of her body slipping away as she moves to let you do as she asked, your body rolling over and looking up at her with an enamoured glint.

Enchanting green met yours, almost putting you under a spell as you refused to end the loving gaze, only doing so when her eyes left yours to roam your exposed body, yours doing the same as hers. Your eyes drifted down the soft skin, mind clouded with the thought of her as you couldn't help but stare at her beauty, in awe of her.

Her body moved to straddle one of your thighs, her hands travelling up from your abdomen until they reached your shoulders, her hands pausing in her tracks when they reached your breasts to tease them, before guiding you into an upright position. Her chest was dangerously close to your face, your self control slipping as you couldn't help but lean forward to press your lips to the top of the soft, sensitive flesh, a lustful glint in the older woman's eyes as she stared down at you.

You pressed another kiss to her chest, eyes peering up at hers while her fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close to her chest, a soft sigh escaping her at the way your tongue swirled over one of her nipples, your hands slowly making their way up her body.

"You're such a good girl for me," she rasps out, your blush darkening as you take one of her breasts into your mouth, swirling your tongue and sucking on it to make her hips roll against your thigh, the lack of clothes allowing you to feel how wet she was. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" she murmurs and it's so fucking hot, her tone low and loving yet mocking and condescending all in one, her free hand cupping your jaw as you let go of her breast with a pop, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss at the valley between her breasts and moving towards the other. "My little slut," she whispers and you groan around her nipple, the older woman's hips bucking against your leg at the pleasure it sent through her, her fingers tightening in your hair momentarily.

"Your slut," you murmur around her chest, letting your tongue roam around her sensitive skin, eyes peering up into hers with nothing but lust and submission, waiting eagerly for her to tell you what to do, what she wants from you.

Wanda continues to grind against your leg, tugging your head away from her chest to crash her lips against yours, taking complete control of the kiss as her tongue slides effortlessly into your mouth, a whimper escaping you at how she slides it against yours. It's passionate, soft and hungry and you don't know how, all you know is that she's dripping onto your leg, her hips relentless as they roll over and over again against you, her mouth also merciless as she steals your breath away, moaning into your mouth when she grinds a little harder.

"Fuck Detka, you feel so good," she groans, biting down on your lower lip softly before letting her tongue swipe over it to soothe the brief pain, another desperate noise leaving you as she causes arousal to pool between your legs, the heat unbearable. She pulls back, her fingers holding your head back as you try to chase her lips, your eyes blown with desire and lust as you furrow your brows momentarily, eyes flickering down to her lips that pull into a smirk. One of her hands moves so she can place a finger under your chin, directing your gaze upwards before she cups your jaw, letting you lean into her palm while keeping your eyes fixated on hers, the various shades of green you love so much darkened.

"I want to use this pretty face of yours Detka," she husks out, your mind blanking at her proposal. Fantasies run wild in your mind at the idea of her sitting on your face, her thighs wrapped around your head, fingers buried in your hair, causing an audible groan to escape you at the mere thought of it.

"Please," your tone is laced with desperation and Wanda doesn't even have the chance to ask if you were ok with it before you were begging her to do so, your hands sliding up and down her body in anticipation. "Please use me, use me however you want," you sigh out into another heated kiss, her smirking into it as she pushes your body back down against the mattress, her hands reaching down to your hands and moving them up your body till they were pinned above your head by one of her hands, signalling for you to keep them there

"However I want?" she murmurs, mouth ghosting yours just to tease you, not quite letting you connect them once again as she pulls back cruelly. Instead of meeting your own, her lips move along your jawline, pressing a sensual one on the underside of it before moving her mouth to the shell of your ear, "I want to ride your face until I'm screaming your name Detka."

You clench around nothing as a groan is ripped from the back of your throat, your core throbbing at the idea of her words, her lips burning into your skin as she kisses down the side of your neck, encouraging you to loll your head back to let her lick a broad stripe across the column of your throat, feeling the vibrations of your groan.

Your hands desperately want to move to settle on her curves as she moves her body at a torturous pace up yours, but you refrain from doing so as she smiles at your obedience of staying still, being the good girl she wants you to be.

When her core hovers over your face, her arousal glistening in the light that's seeped through the curtains, you lean your head up to meet her, wanting to taste her and make her scream like she wanted to, her hands threading through your hair once more to keep your head against the bed. The dominant glint in her eyes sparkle as she watches you stare up at her, desperate to please her, making her speak quickly to let you do as you wished.

"Tap my thigh three times to stop," she whispers and you know why, it's a gentle reminder but quite frankly, you don't care. You'd never want to stop. When you nod, she lowers her hips, a moan escaping the both of you at the action.

She tastes like heaven, your tongue swiping through her soaking folds as her fingers scratch at your scalp softly, encouraging your movements by the breathy moans and sensual sighs, your hands moving from their position to hold onto her curves, eventually travelling to hold her ass.

Wanda moans lewdly when your tongue moves to swirl over her clit, your eyes closed in pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of her. Her soft, strong thighs wrapped securely around your head, her fingers tugging on your head, her moans filling the room, just her. Your mind is only filled with her as you move to kiss her clit before sucking on it softly, alternating between that and swiping your tongue through her folds, groaning into her core when you can feel more arousal pooling between her thighs.

"That's it Detka, just like that, that's it," she groans, a guttural moan taking her by surprise when you thrust your tongue inside her, moaning into her core when you can feel her walls clenching around you, how warm and wet she is for you. Her hips roll a little against your face as your tongue continues to thrust in and out of her, more sinful noises spilling from her lips in a chant as she moans your name, your fingers moving to her clit, circling it in time with the way you curl your tongue against her walls, causing her to clench around you and legs to tremble. "So good for me, right there Detka," one of her hands fist in your hair while the other moves to the headboard for support, Sokovian curse words falling from her lips as she nears her orgasm. "I'm so close Y/n," she pants out, her thighs tightening their grip around you and trembling slightly, her hips stuttering.

"Come for me, please come for me," you murmur into her core, a loud moan reverberating around the room as she crashes into her powerful orgasm. You moan into her her when you can feel her cum coating your tongue, dripping into your mouth as you continue to lick her through her orgasm, her hips stuttering even more across your face as you prolong her pleasure, her fingers tugging your hair to ask you stop momentarily.

Wanda lifts her hips slightly, unwrapping her strong grip around your head, cursing under her breath at the sight of you. Your eyes have never been so dark before, your mouth and chin coated in her arousal, not that you would care as your hands reach out for her body again, wanting to give her more.

She loves how caring you are, waiting patiently for her consent before pulling her closer, your mouth going straight back to her core, eager to make her come as many times as possible.

"Detka," she groans, body still a little overstimulated but that goes ignored by the older woman as your tongue just feels so good, an idea entering her lust driven mind. "Flatten your tongue for me," she says, voice low, raspy and dominant.

You do as she says, her hips then rolling against your tongue, your hands simply holding her hips as she ruts against your face. It's hot and desperate, almost animalistic as she grinds against your face, needing to feel her second release. You think this, the sound of her moans muffled by her thighs, her hips rolling back and forth, back and forth, coating your face in her slick, is better than any release you could imagine, the sheer desperation to come again fuelling her movements.

Her hand untangles itself from your hair, moving to grope at her chest, pinching and pulling her nipples as you let her use your face, your fingers only moving to her clit when her hips were moving frantically, losing their rhythm as she neared her second orgasm.

"Fuck Y/n," She screams, body trembling above yours as a string of low moans escapes her, thighs tensing around your head as pleasure courses through her veins, her chest rising and falling as she pants, body jerking a little during the aftershocks and how overstimulated her body felt.

"Fuck," you mutter when she climbs off your body, not caring about the sheets as she falls onto the bed next to you, trying to regain her breath. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," you murmur, the older woman chuckling a little at your tone, her eyes meeting your own. "Please can we do that again soon," your tone is almost a plea, the older woman smiling against you as her arm wraps around your middle.

"We are definitely doing this again," she whispers, her eyes meeting your own before flickering down to your lips, your lips pulling up into a smirk as you crawled on top of her, kissing your way down her body once more while her hand guides you back between her legs, addicted to the taste of her.

***

Arms wrap around your middle as you stand in front of the pan, pancake mix sizzling quietly in the heat as you make breakfast for the two of you, having learnt how to make the perfect pancake tailored to the older woman's liking. Her head rests on your shoulder, a content and soft sigh ever so gracefully falling from her lips, her arms squeezing your middle softly before she simply just melts against your body.

Vision wasn't bringing the twins back until after lunch, the clock only just striking half past ten, giving you and Wanda plenty of time to relax together before the usual chaos returned back home.

It felt nice having the house just to yourselves, but you couldn't deny that you didn't miss the twins and their antics, you just wished you and Wanda could have more private and intimate mornings like this.

You were snapped out of your brief thoughts by a low hum, Wanda subtly reminding you about the pancake in the pan, your fingers tapping her arms that were snaked around you to let go, allowing you to step back.

With strands of her messy bun falling in front of her face, a soft, perfect smile adorning her features, Wanda watched you from the countertop she moved to sit on as you flipped the pancake in the air, a proud expression taking over your face when you caught it with the pan, having successfully flipped it. You turn to her with a wide smile, Wanda's heart melting at how adorable you looked, making breakfast for her in her shirt, her teeth biting down on her lower lip.

"I did it," you mumble to yourself when you turn back to the stove, Wanda having to stop her soft laughter at your satisfied tone, watching you as you finished making the rest of them and now ready to eat.

Wanda had a variety of fruit with her pancakes, you opting for syrup instead as you didn't have to share any with the twins, the older woman laughing at your blissed out expression after taking a bite, your eyes opening to meet amused green.

You loved the domesticity of mornings like this, Wanda's head leaning against her hand as you rambled on about something, love swirling in her eyes as she happily listened to whatever story you became passionate about telling, whatever random fact you recently heard of, it didn't matter to her what it was, she just loved seeing you so content and carefree.

"Sorry, I'm rambling now," you mutter quietly after having realised how long you've talked for, Wanda's hand reaching across the table to interlock your fingers, letting her thumb gently caress the skin.

"I love it when you ramble," she whispers, nothing but honesty and care lacing her words as she gazes at you in that enchanting way, her green sparkling with tenderness as you look down at your connected hands, smiling bashfully to yourself. "You get so passionate about whatever you're talking about, it's cute," your cheeks tint pink at her words, still so easily flustered by her, making the older woman chuckle softly.

She stands from her chair, making her way around the table you were sitting at to wrap her arms around your body that had turned to welcome her embrace. Your head rested against the soft fabric of her shirt, her fingers scratching your scalp as you relaxed against her chest.

"I love how easy you are to fluster," she murmurs teasingly, a small groan escaping you as you snake your arms around her waist, tightening your grip to add to the comfort you felt. "Do I make you nervous Detka?" She whisperers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling her body back, catching your shy gaze as she did make you nervous. In a good way obviously.

"No..." you trail off, not meeting her gaze which amuses her further, her finger lifting your chin to make you look at her, her auburn locks perfectly framing her face, lip caught in between her teeth.

"Liar," she murmurs playfully, leaning down to kiss you, her soft lips perfectly meeting yours as you lose yourself within her again, her hands cupping your jaw and thumbs stroking your cheeks.

"You tell me a story now," you murmur against her lips, wanting to hear her ramble about something, enjoying the way her eyes light up at being able to tell you something else about her. You both just simply loved learning more about each other, even random little tales that hold no significance other than to make the other laugh.

"What kind of story?" she asks, voice soft to match the tranquil atmosphere of the room as you peer up at her from your seat, her fingers still caressing your cheeks. You bite down on your lip, taking after the older woman, a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips as she raises her eyebrow curiously at you.

"I still want to know what happened on your 18th birthday," you say, a wide smile breaking out on your face, a matching one inevitably breaking out on her face as she chuckles at your determination.

"Why do you want to know that story so much?" she chuckles out, moving to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face, her nose scrunching up at your content expression.

"I want to know what you did on that table," you mutter, moving to stand and wrapping your arms around her waist, leaning back against the table and letting her softly pin you to it. "You know so many embarrassing stories about me, I want to know some about you."

"You know plenty of embarrassing stories about me," she whispers, countering your argument as she leans in for another kiss, hoping to distract you.

"Please tell me," you murmur, "I promise I won't laugh," she laughs angelically at your enthusiasm, the gentle glint in your eyes.

"It's not as funny as you think it is Detka, Pietro was just exaggerating," she mutters, thinking back to the day and all the bits she could remember.

"I don't know, you seem to want to hide it all the time so it must be pretty funny," she kisses you again to keep you quiet, sighing into the kiss before giving in.

"You really want to know?" she whispers to which you nod at. "No laughing, ok?"

"I won't," you quickly sigh out, eager to hear the story.

"Mama and Papa had to go for some work thing away from home, leaving Pietro and I alone for our birthday, not that we minded because we had planned a party at our house," she starts to tell you the story, the memory causing a smile to take over her face as your fingers play with the end of her shirt, listening intently. "As you can imagine, I had rather a lot to drink," you bit your lip to try and contain your smile at her small grumble, imagining Wanda in her emo phase enjoying a party. "Jennifer and Monica, another college friend of mine and also a co-worker, decided we wanted to give everyone a... show," she pulls a face at the embarrassing memory, your entertained gaze warming her heart. "We climbed onto the table and started dancing to whatever was playing, absolutely wasted as the party had been going a while," she laughs as she remembers the way they all moved together, their dancing skills affected by the amount of alcohol they'd consumed.

"We all got rather hot doing the dance so we started giving everyone else a different kind of dance..." The suggestiveness in her tone makes your jaw drop, an amused, wide smile engraved on your face.

"You gave everyone a striptease?" your tone in disbelief, trying to contain the laughter that wanted to spill from your lips.

"That's not even the worst bit," she grumbles, hiding her face at the crook of your neck at what happened next. "Turns out Pietro broke one of the table legs recently and didn't tell anyone so when Jennifer dropped down on the edge..." she stopped speaking as she could feel your body shaking slightly, pulling back to see your eyes closed, teeth biting down hard on your lips as you try your hardest not to laugh. "Detka," she groans in embarrassment, her hand gently hitting your shoulders as they shook with laughter.

"I'm- I'm not laughing," you manage out, your words unconvincing by your humoured tone. "You fell off the table," you couldn't keep the laughter in anymore, imagining all their shocked faces as they tumbled off, their drunken states confused by what on earth they had done to end up on the floor.

"Shut up," she mutters, hiding her face once more against your neck, her cold fingers slipping under your shirt to make you squirm, only adding to your laughter as you can't stop. Your cheeks hurt, Wanda's continuing protests and grumbles making it even harder to breathe, your stomach soon hurting as well as you lean against her body for support, hands wrapping around her.

"I'm sorry," your tone breathless, her muttering something else in Sokovian as you wipe the tears that spilt down your cheek, smile wide and bright as she pulls back, meeting your amused gaze. Her grumpy expression vanishes as soon as she catches your loving look, nose scrunching as you cup her cheeks, bringing her in for an apologetic kiss. "Would you ever dance for me on a table?" you murmur into the soft kiss, her chuckling into it at the strange question, pulling back to meet your curious gaze.

"If you want me to give you a striptease Detka, all you have to do is ask-"

"Please can you give me a striptease?" you waste no time in replying, even interrupting her words with your enthusiasm making her laugh into another kiss, unable to stop showing affection to you in some way.

"Maybe if you're good for me," she whispers, her eyes subconsciously flicking down to your lips and back up, the look not going unnoticed by you. "Now come on, I want to watch some of the Dick Van Dyke show without the twins," her hands clasps yours, eyes glistening with love and joy as she softly pulls you away from the table.

You get lost in her eyes as the stare lingers, her fingers interlocking with yours ever so gently as she guides you away from the kitchen, pulling you along to the living room and onto the sofa.

Her arms snake around your waist, causing your body to gently fall back to hers on the soft cushions, her head resting on your shoulder as you sit between her legs, the older woman reaching over for the remote before starting the show, your head tilting back to look at her.

"I love you," you whisper, eyes trained on the softening green, her smile stretching a little bit wider at your content tone.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before the two of you savour the tranquillity, getting lost in the moment together.

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[poppy-metal]

i have not known peace since u said jordan has a daddy kink and its worse in their fem form. i feel like this would really come into play with toxic!jordan. they’re always encouraging u to wear the shortest skirts possible when u go to parties so whenever u indulge in getting attention from anyone but them theyre all “you like being a little slut? be good and tell daddy you’re sorry”

jordan li who loves their hyperfemme gf with their whole being but gets all pissy when other people notice how pretty you are too, like look but dont touch kinda thing. although sometimes it is fun to rile them up, especially when they're being a grump, refusing to dance with you because they wanna do lines w their friends instead so you roll your eyes and find someone else to dance with.

girl or guy it doesn't matter, as long as they grip your hips and grind into your ass and the poor soul probably thinks you're into it, but the excited flush to your body and rolls of your hips are just because you're anticipating jordans reaction, when their eyes find yours and darken at the way you're being groped at. doesn't waste a second before they're basically shouldering the loser off you to take their place.

"hey-"

"fuck off somewhere, this ones mine."

you giggle when you feel their hands settle on your waist, tug you back into them. they shift into their masc form so you can feel their dick when it presses against your ass in that skirt.

"jordan. hi."

"you think you're cute." you feel their lips skim the shell of your ear, goosebumps prickle along your arms. butterflies in your belly. "his hands were practically up your fucking skirt."

you bite your lip at their tone, the possessiveness in it. jordan doesn't dance often, but they're fucking good at it, like most things they do. the way the pull you back into them, time their movements with the beat of the music. makes you shiver.

"you wouldn't dance with me," you pout, tipping your head back when they nose along your jaw. "i wanted to dance so i-"

"you wanted to be a slut." jordan corrects, "can't fucking leave you alone for a minute without some dickless cunt trying it on with you."

you spin to face them, barely being able to hide your smile, "you like it when im a slut. you like that other other people want me and can't have me."

jordan shifts again, soft hands coming around to grip your ass, fingers digging into the fatty flesh there. "can't being the operative word. don't rub that pussy on anyone that isn't me, you got it?"

"yes daddy." said in a sugary sweet voice, candy coated and soft pitched. you see the way they inhale, feel the way their fingers flex against your ass, their teeth digging into their bottom lip.

"so it's like that?" a dimple showing as their lips quirk to one side. "alright. daddy's gonna take you upstairs and remind you what happens to bad little girls. yeah?"

you nod, "y-yeah."

they smile, "so easy for me."

#ask #jordan li x reader #jordan li smut

[ppnuggie]

slides in,, claps hands together,, crosses legs,,

hello tumblr user ppnuggie i say ominously

i have a tarn request for you 🦀

first contact au where they dock on earth to snag a run away thats posing as reader's truck!! reader livin their best life pampering their old truck and driving on the beach and then theirs just a massive ass space ship on the beach and then giant ass robots come out and reader "nopes" the fuck outta there but when she gets to the parking lot her trUCK DUMPED HER and now shes having a very awkward staring competition with some purple man thats like "what is that thing?? its so small and squishy?? what do we do with it??" but also "its so cute,, it sounds adorable,, i like it,, i like this thing" and just fuckin,, nabs her

itd be absolutely delicious of you if there was a language barrier

　　　　　　TARN x fem reader

　　　　『　tarn ,, female reader 』

　　-> first contact au w/ tarn

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, kidnapping

　　— kaon takes reader ,, lmk if you want another part to continue w/ this 🙏

        " are you sure he's here kaon ? i don't remember this planet or sector ." voice gruff and questioning the smaller bot . the red mech nodded ,, optics dark and empty as he smiled . " i'm sure of it , tarn ." he replied . the mech known as tarn nodded in return ,, looking at the scanners aboard the ship known as the peaceful tyranny . there was barely any trace of a cybertronian signal . barely ,, that is . there was a faint dot on the screen ,, showing one life signal .

        " prepare yourselves for departure . lets make this quick ,," tarn said to his crew ,, the djd ,, or better known as the decepticon justice division . " watch out for the life here ,, theyre .... organic ." he said slowly ,, disgust dripping from his words .

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        thankfully there werent a lot of people here today . not exactly hot enough for a beach day ,, per say ,, but you didnt mind that one bit . resting in the driver's seat of your old truck ,, you smothered your face with sunscreen . just because it was 70 degrees out didnt mean you were gonna risk getting toasted by the sun .

        glad there werent too many little kids around ,, you were able to enjoy your little day off without many interruptions . or so you thought ,, when all the sudden a gigantic ass space ship came outta nowhere . aint no way in hell you were gonna let this moment go though ,, knowing the ufos exist and the government was keeping those aliens locked up and away from public . fishing for your phone in your bag ,, you quickly drew it out and snapped your camera app open .

        switching to video ,, you got out your truck and starting to tape the spaceship . this was something outta star wars because aint no way this was government property and a thing for a movie . or maybe it was ? you werent too sure ,, busy being in awe of this majestic ship . until it had landed and out popped its crewmates .

        this had to be for a movie ,, it had to be . nothing like just happens on a wednesday . the most that happens is that commercial with the camel saying its hump day . this sorta thing happens on a friday or sunday . one of the robotic beings opened their mouth ,, static and chirps coming out . you werent too sure what it was saying though .

        it was all fine until they started looking around and one spotted you . it was quite big ,, purple with tank treads maybe ? it surely didnt look like something from the government ,, but it did look like it was some sort of military machine . a shorter yet more lanky one stomped forward ,, water splashing up against its legs as its hands wrapped around your body .

        your phone slipped from your hand ,, eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open . " hey !" you yelled ,, pointing accusingly at it . " put me down this instant ! who do you think you are ?!" you spat at it . the being looked curious ,, chirping at the purple one you were just looking at .

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        " boss ! look ! its one of those organice you told us about !" kaon exclaimed ,, vos coming up beside him and looking at the creature . " it even gave me its goo ! that must mean we've bonded ! oh boss ,, can i keep it ?" kaok rushed excitedly towards tarn . he shoved the creature up at him ,," just look how cute it is ! please boss ! i promise to take care of it !"

        tarn backed away a bit ,, leaning down slightly to get a better look at it . " fine fine ,, just focus on the task at hand . as long as you keep it in your habsuite only ." the mech grunted ,, waving kaon away as he pulled up his internal scanners .

        tarn would later question his decision . the bot they were looking for had gone into hiding and with night falling ,, the leader had become quite irritated . he would just have to wait ,, it would seem .

#transformers x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #tarn x reader #tarn x female reader #human reader #x human reader #🎇.mtmte #🎇.tarn #⌛️.first contact au #mtmte tarn #tarn #transformers tarn

[trickstarbrave]

I will give you a shiny quarter if you explain Morrowind to me like I’m five (pretty please)

its is quite difficult given i dont know how complex of topics 5 year olds can understand. but i can try to explain it in the most simple way possible because i explain it regularly to one of my roommates and wife who do not understand elder scrolls lore at all. be warned: this is still gonna be long and weird bc the story is long and weird.

(also excuse the swearing i wouldnt swear like this to a 5 year old)

a long long times ago, some 3000+ years before the game actually starts, there was a dude named nerevar. he made friends with some dwarves (dwemer) who lived underground and united the whole country of resdayn (later renamed to morrowind) to drive out the nords who had taken over. he also had a rly cool ring named moon-and-star, which was magic and let you be really persuasive, but he also enchanted it to kill anyone besides him wearing it so it couldnt be misused. this is relevant later

well he married the queen almalexia and made a big council of important people mostly made up of his buddies. he called it the first council and important people on it were his bestie voryn, his wife almalexia, and two younger friends sotha sil and vivec, along with the king of the dwemer dumac and dumac's mage kagrenac (the dwarves use weird magic with sound. if i go into details this will get very confusing).

for like 200 years because elves live for a long time, everything was pretty alright.

but it turns out the nords were there for a reason. they were looking for the heart of a dead god. the god's name for the sake of the story is lorkhan, but different places call him different things like shor or shezzar. the nords worshipped lorkhan and wanted to bring him back or something (probably, or at least just find it because hey thats their guy). but after 200 years of peace the dwemer found it underground in a volcano they lived in. and kagrenac had an Idea

the idea was to build a really cool really powerful giant robot mecha god (because the dwemer were really steampunk) to protect them. and it would be powered by the heart lorkhan.

voryn, nerevar's bestie, ended up finding out about this and told nerevar "hey the dwemer are up to something weird". and nerevar went "huh? they are?" and went to ask his goddess, azura, who knows a lot of things. azura said "yeah they are. stop them. what the fuck" and so nerevar went to his other bestie dumac.

and nerevar told dumac "hey why the fuck are you building a giant robot god?" and dumac's reply was "nerevar what the fuck are you talking about?" and nerevar, being mad his friend was Lying to him (maybe dumac didn't know. we dunno) because he already had multiple people confirm they were in fact doing that, he told dumac their friendship was over and kicked him off the first council and they went to war.

the details here get fuzzy. the nords showed up and joined in. the dwemer had steampunk robots everywhere. cat people showed up because why not. there were orcs there too. it was a big clusterfuck and there were different accounts of what happened. some people say voryn was fighting alongside the dwarves. some say he was fighting with the nords. some say he was fighting alongside nerevar. its hard to tell.

but most accounts have one thing kind of in common that a lot of the fandom agrees on: kagrenac grabbed their three cool tools to control the heart of a god, banged on it really hard, and then every single dwemer (except for one who was on holiday) vanished in an instant. and everyone was pretty confused by that, not really knowing what else to do. they now had a giant robot, the heart of a god, and 3 tools to wack the heart with to make weird shit happen.

so nerevar, unsure, said "hey voryn watch the tools for me." and left voryn with the tools and the heart. voryn said they should just destroy the tools, but nerevar wanted a few different opinions before just chucking them in lava or whatever. but while he was gone voryn started fucking around with the tools and the heart to see what would happen.

nerevar asked his buddies. almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil said they can use the tools to help resdayn/morrowind. nerevar didnt know if that was a good idea or not, so he asked azura. azura said "fuck no, dont ever do that". so nerevar made his friends pinkie promise him on azura's behalf not to use the tools on the heart.

and then again the accounts get weird here. some say nerevar died in battle against the dwarves/nords. some say voryn killed him. some say his friends (almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil) killed him. but regardless nerevar and voryn died. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec had the tools. and they decided to use them on the heart and became gods.

this pissed azura off. they pinkie promised. what the fuck. so she made all the elves that lived there into dark elves. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec became known as the tribunal and said "we dont need you anymore azura fuck off" and became living gods who could help their people and preform miracles! though they needed to take the tools up to red mountain and recharge their batteries on the heart regularly. azura tells them "nerevar will be back one day and beat all your asses" and made a whole prophecy about it called the nerevarine prophecy (reincarnations get the name+'ine' tacked on in the elder scrolls)

also the tribunal destroy voryn's house/family, the sixth great house of morrowind, house dagoth. just destroy it all. kill a bunch of ppl and the others kinda go somewhere else if they lived. because they sided with voryn or whatever and were deemed traitors

a bunch of other shit happens. septim empire rises to the throne. vivec trades the not working robot to tiber septim who makes it work with a bootleg wish version of the heart of a god and takes over. more time passes. its now the third era and its been 3500 years.

the protagonist is a prisoner who is released from their sentence in morrowind because the current emperor wants to use the prophecy to keep a better hold on morrowind politically. the protagonist was chosen because part of the prophecy is being born under a specific astrology sign and not knowing who your parents are. which could be anyone but y'know.

so the protag/nerevarine has to do a bunch of shit and finds out through weird dreams, oh hey, voryn's back. he's calling himself a god and dagoth ur now. asking nerevar to call him back, go grab the tools, and come meet him at red mountain. also maybe get married to or hook up with him or something. nerevarine thinks that's weird and ends up finding out dagoth ur has also unleashed a plague onto morrowind which turns you into scary eldritch monsters. and then one of dagoth ur's minions infects you with it.

nerevarine finds a cure which makes you not go insane and not turn into a big scary monster. but leaves all the cool shit of "you cant catch any other disease" and "you will never age". the never aging and getting diseases thing was also part of the prophecy. cool.

then the nerevarine needs to go to the nomadic ashlanders who live up north where theres a bunch of ash (hence the name) and worship azura (and the two other og gods) and ask all four tribes to name them nerevarine. they all think youre stupid because an outlander (someone not born and raised in morrowind) cant be the nerevarine. but you find an original copy of the prophecy and go "nuh-uh, i can be" and also go find the moon-and-star ring only nerevar can wear. then they go "well shit" and have you go a bunch of quests and then decide you're cool enough to be nerevarine.

then the nerevarine goes and convinces the three great houses you can talk to (the other two are on the mainland) to name you hortator, which is a war lord/classic roman definition of dictator, and it was the title nerevar had. you do some stuff, kill some guys, boom--named hortator.

then vivec hears about this and calls you in and says "well i guess you are the one doing the prophecy huh. look i need you to kill dagoth ur he's dangerous. here's our plan, are you in? i can give you one of the tools of kagrenac, you need to get the other two from dagoth ur's goons, and then kill dagoth ur's weird brothers he has put his power into. then bang on the heart with the tools and cut him off". vivec then teaches the nerevarine how to use the tools.

you can also just like. kill vivec and take the tool. you wont know how to use it tho and if you use it wrong you will take so much damage you die really fast. if you do this you can go to the only living dwarf who also has that disease but hasnt lost his mind and ask him how to use it and he'll be like "UHHHHHH i'll see what i can. fucking do i guess. i didnt make this." and he'll jerry rig it for you.

then you can kill voryn's brothers or not (you'll need to kill at least 2 for the other tools) and then march up to red mountain. dagoth ur will then be like "yo. are you really nerevar?" and you can say yeah or no or idk. and then have a conversation. and then you fight. but after you kill him he's not really dead, so you gotta run up and start wacking that heart while he yells at you to knock it the fuck off. and then he's cut off from the heart, you run away, and he falls in lava and dies.

and then azura shows up and goes "hey thanks man i have some other shit for you to do though". after which you can do some other content or play the dlc.

thats morrowind baby

#morrowind #tesblr

[infranthrax]

helo. im one they call 🍂 and id like to. make a request. i hope ur doing okay (*＞∇＜)ﾉ ur free to write this or not

i would like to request an angst w/ a good ending type of thing if its okay. a platonic f!reader&heartslabyul (seperately. if its limited to one character, you can go with riddle) headcanon that has the following plot;

mc is a pessimistic person, a very tired, overworked one. all they want is a bit of peace and quiet, but they care about the heartslabyul gang very much. they have kind of become a mom/older sister to the group (kinda like trey). anyway, one day the gang realizes that mc seems more irritable than usual which results in them making a snide remark/get in an arguement about the guy's flaws (like how riddle hurt many pre-overblot, how ace runs his mouth at the worst times, how deuce is not the brightest around, cater being addicted to his little social media sites, and trey ignoring the problems regarding riddle because he didnt want conflict, etc etc) that would hurt them.

they kind of ghosting everyone for a couple of days to calm down, and then they awkwardly come back with a box of sweets (that they managed to purchase by scraping by lmao, girlie's poor as hell...) to apologize, and eat them over tea! mc apologizes directly and wants to make up for their words, but they are not the best at speaking their mind.

ive seen countless fics where the main cast gets to be the agressive and sad, sopping wet cats, and reader comforting them. ngl, i wanted to write a piece where MC is the "sad little pathetic shrimp" but i just didnt have the time. anyway, i hope you like this prompt

oh my god I love this prompt! the mc is definitely the therapist of the group and I can imagine this happening… I restricted it down to just riddle given how detailed this prompt was, the rest of the dorm is self explanatory.☺️/pos (and thank you for your kind words! I hope you’re having a good day/night!)

generating new memory… please, one moment… ✨

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

Heartslabyul x f!reader — headcanons!

sypnopsis: mc has had enough of the anal shenanigans after a near traumatic event, and she lashes back out at riddle, who is left bewildered and heated at the event.

light tw // domestic conflict, implied traumatic event

riddle rosehearts

riddle is just anal and sometimes he comes off as bossy and or ungrateful. that’s not really his intention however. that’s just an act of conditioning he’s been through.

so when he sees that you’re overwhelmed, at first he blind sighted to it. riddle isn’t great per se at emotions— let alone the ones of other people.

he gets on you for being late to class one day and it all piles up. You’re in a dorm full of boys— what girl wouldn’t have enough? at the time it was little around the time in which riddle overblotted, and he just went on with daily life like none of that ever happened.

he fucking hurt your ass. quite frankly that was the first (of many) overblots you’ll have to go through, and that’s how you’re gonna handle it? hell no, especially after the fact that you had to play superwoman to get the goons out of a near death situation.

before this, you had gotten into tiffs with the redhead on numerous occasions, trying to ground him down. never really did it work though as he was always stuck in his perfectionist ways. and you hated that about him because his mannerisms reflected into you.

he expected you to be able to carry yourself in a manner that would suit him. he expected you to dress a certain way. he expected you to follow his orders, his rules, his ultimatum. that you couldn’t stand any longer.

when he got on you for being tardy, the melting pot overflowed… and it wasn’t pretty either. let’s say you were in pain, in addition to your mental health plummeting due to not really having anyone to talk to, and then when mother nature calls upon you for your monthly drain you must attend.

you shouldn’t mess with the wrath of a woman on her period. this, riddle learned the hard way… with you.

“riddle… i swear… on god’s green earth, if you don’t shut the hell up… i’m fucking TRYING. I’M TRYING! FUCK YOU, YOU UPTIGHT PIECE OF SHIT, GO ON SOMEWHERE!”

and then the fire brewed. and then it exploded. (quite literally.) it would be hellish screaming match between you two, despite riddle claiming he is above such things. he really isn’t, he’s got a temper that’s about as fagile as glass. (no, it’s not microwave safe.)

after your blow up with riddle, you both proceed to give each other the silent treatment for the better part of a month. during this time you find comfort in your other classmates, spending time with other students outside of heartsllabyul, namely vil and rook, just for a boost of female empowerment.

and while riddle was contemplating all the bullshit that went down between the two of you, he began to feel a little bit of guilt. mattered if fact, both of you did. you shouldn’t have been so aggressive and he shouldn’t have been so… well, himself.

before class one day you enter your lab room to see a small box at your seat with a little note attached to it.

it was from riddle— a little chocolate potion bottle with those biscuits— the exact ones from the disney movie. little did he know, you happened to pop by sam’s shop to get him some mini fruit tarts and snuck into his class early to put them on his desk. you ate his little gift up, in a little bit of worry. would he accept that?

at the end of the day though, you had to return to heartslabyul to see him. and what a surprise, he wanted to talk to you.

call it him playing kiss ass— no, he’s not. he’s sorry. to be true, he should be more careful and more intuitive as a dorm lead to ensure the comfort of his students, and he does understand that sometimes he can come off as overbearing or, dare i say dictatorial. it’s really not meant to cause harm. it has a lot to do with his upbringing.

and you were sorry too. and you both hugged it out. every couple has their tiffs, right? just something he’s gonna have to work on.

#📍|| infra is logging… #twisted wonderland #memory bank #quick access #files application #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #heartslabyul #twst angst

[nieceeee]

"SOON AS I GET HOME"

P/C: babydaddy eren POV from leaving your house.

W/C: 1.3k

A/N: Little quick fluff and emotional whirlwind yall been asking for. Just wanted to get this one out my head while I build the next part.

I think I need to build out a playlist and put these in order so we can know where to go from here. I never actually established their relationship before the baby and I want to share that. Its alittle wild but I think it will make sense to further the plot

My heart was heavy as I started my engine and pulled out of y/n’s driveway. What the fuck Eren? Why would you ask her that? I reprimanded myself. I shook my head at myself. I didn't head straight home. My mind still spinning. I knew I was getting too close to her but I couldn’t help it. Y/N was my everything at one point in my life. And now, seeing her with our child, watching her from afar, my heart started to long for those familiar moments. Memories of being cuddled up with her, my head in her legs as she stroked my scalp gently. Or when I would see the shock on her face as I would surprise her at home with dinners and gifts. She was so important to me but we never seemed to work out when we got together. It's like the balance was always tipped and it was easier to fight and leave than sift through the drama. 

Still, that never erased the good moments. I let out a heavy sigh. You can't do this Eren. You can't get attached. You’re in a relationship. I thought about my girlfriend. We had been together before I found out about the baby and recently after y/n had given birth. It’s been a tough journey. I knew that she knew I had gone back to y/n when we broke up. We weren’t dating but that definitely didn't stop the other things we did. My mind flooded with images of the day I helped her and a small ball of fire ignited in my stomach. I refocused again. As much as I wanted to relive some of those memories, I wouldn't do that to my girlfriend. She didn't deserve that. Part of me wanted to leave and try to convince y/n to work it out. But the fear of it failing and driving a wedge between us was too much to bear. I couldn't lose her and my baby. And being in a relationship made it easier for me to not act on the urges, at least not with y/n. Now the things I did alone in my room were different. 

It wasn’t intentional but I couldn't deny it and say sometimes my mind didn't shift to another person to get myself off. I was always riddled with guilt afterwards but it didn't change the way it made my body react to her. I groaned aloud. Why is this so damn complicated. 

I drove around a little while longer. I knew what was waiting for me when I got home and I wasn’t ready to let the small sense of peace I had leave just yet. When I was with y/n, I felt at ease. There was no confusion, just us. We could sit and talk for hours and I would long for it the moment it stopped. Y/n made me feel whole in a way I couldn’t explain and I wanted that wholeness all the time but she wasn’t on the same page. I could see it in her eyes when I asked her about us. The way she would shift the topic or dodge the questions when I mentioned what we could've been. I know we weren’t perfect but I at least hoped there was something to salvage with her. 

Tears burned in the back of my eyes but I cleared my throat and blinked them away. It was no use dreaming of things that wouldn't happen. I made the quick turn onto my street. Here we go. I thought to myself as I cut the engine on my car and walked inside. The lights were on and I knew she was awake and waiting for me to walk through the door.

“Did you fuck her?” She asked, disdain dripping from her voice. She sat in front of me, her arms crossed across her chest. I had just walked in the front door and she was already on her bullshit. I tried my best not to roll my eyes. “Again with this shit? You ask me every time I go over there.” I shook my head, kicked my shoes off at the door and made my way towards the guest bedroom. “Because you smell like her.” She said walking behind me. I groan internally. It was a never ending cycle with her and it was starting to weigh on me mentally. “Just answer the question Eren.” She pushed. “No.” I answered. “For the thousandth time, for the past 6 months. I did not and have not fucked her. Are you happy now?” She stood in front of me. Time stood still for a beat. Two beats. Three. “Fine.” She huffed before turning on her heels and walking away.

I let her leave before turning to get undressed and climb into bed. She had given me the ultimatum. ‘Whenever you go see her, you can sleep in the guest room. I don't want her scent in our bed.’ I’ll admit I found solace in those days. Moments where I could be alone and in my memories without feeling the weight of her next to me. I closed the door to the guest room behind me and locked it before sliding under the covers. I picked up my phone just as a text message came through. 

Hope you made it safe. Good night

My heart jumped in my chest as I responded. 

Yeah, here. Thanks. Good night baby doll

Good night Rennie.

I sat my phone down on the dresser and closed my eyes to rest but sleep wouldn't come to me. So as I always did, I picked it back up and went to my photos. I spent the next few minutes scrolling through the pictures and video of my son. My heart filled with joy as I looked back through the memories. Then I switched to my albums and pulled up my hidden folder and entered the passcode. All of the videos that included y/n appeared. A small smile tugged at my lips as I scrolled through them, pulling up my favorite. The video started to play, the camera on our son as he cooed and giggled in the playpen. Music was playing in the background as y/n got ready to go out with her friend for the day. “Hey little man, let’s go see what mommy is doing” I had said in the video. 

I picked him up and carried him and the camera into her room. She was dancing around, singing at the top of her lungs to Beyonce’s Love On Top. I recorded the way she jumped and spun as her voice matched the song.  She turned to me and gasped, eyes widening as I burst out laughing. “Damnit Rennie, I told you not to scare me.” I continued to laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully and went back to singing. She picked up her hairbrush and turned to me, pointing and singing the words to the song as I recorded her performance. My smile widened the same way it did when I was there. The action of her singing the lyrics and pointing her finger at me made me buzz with energy. I knew it wasn't for me. I knew she was in the moment but it didn't stop the way it made me feel. At the end of the video she did a goofy bow and walked closer to me. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, smiling and out of breath. “I did. I need an encore.” I teased her. The video ended with her laughing out loud.

My heart tugged as it ended. The longing heavier in my chest than before. I watched a few more videos before reluctantly sitting the phone down and releasing another breath. My eyes stared into the darkness as I reminisced on what could’ve been.

#aot x reader #aot x y/n #fem!reader #baby daddy eren #eren aot #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren yeager #aot fluff

[taitavva]

yaldabaoth couldn't help but make his whole team overpowered huh ... how are the phantom thieves supposed to survive ?? "oh noo akechi ur so hot haha .. please don't kill me" brilliant strategy pego (entire ask under cut)

[ACTUALLY UR PUTFITS WERE SO ON POINT. I HAVE 2 OUTFIT IDEAS 4 HIFUMI & SHIHO (MINUS MASKS) & 1 mask idea for yuuki but idk what else. i was thinking for the leaders it would def be chaotic but goro has most metaverse experience so hes the leader. ken kinda acts like mona in giving useful tips abt personas etc and hifumi takes on the role of makoto where she gives out different strategies (her, ken, & goro debate over these tips & strategies but usually end up doing them anyway). I have an urge to show u these outfits omg. i can ramble abt these outfits & their personas for forever .. i chose jormungandr for yuuki, skadi for shiho hela for hifumi, and persephone for eiko. ik its not very in the literacy scene for them to all have deities as personas but... goro breaks it with loki anyway, so ..

explainations:: hela & jormungandr are 2/6 of loki's kids in norse mythology, aiding him in the ragnarok/end of the world, and hela is sentenced down to the underworld to be the goddess of that realm since she was born half alive half dead, and she's sentenced to it by odin (basically. kinda the zeus of norse mythology, like the "king" of all of them) because she's the daughter of loki & all this other stuff .. chose her for hifumi because hifumi's mom basically forces her to be a shoji star after hifumi's dad and yeah. jormungandr i chose because hes kinda just a sleepy little guy: in norse mythology he's known as "the World Serpent" and he wraps around the entire ocean with his tail in his mouth kind of in a constant sleep until the ragnarok (all of loki's kids --aside from 2, one being dead & the other being a gift to odin-- including loki himself, are kinda trapped somewhere before the ragnarok happens) and he's not talked about a lot but he aids in so much and he's important (like how yuuki is kind of ignored by the pts, the dialogue options being horrid, despite him aiding in them. also yuuki is the bm's navi in the au & he runs a "revenge site" like how Strega/takaya sakaki, jin shirato, & chidori yoshino do in p3-- strega also does death calling cards , mainly shown in the novels which is p cool.. first ppl to use mental shutdowns despite not beinf called that then either. i love strega sorry. they all agreed to it because shiho wanted to deal with more people like kamoshida, goro wanted to deal with more people like shido, hifumi wanted to deal w more people like her mom, etc).. i chose persephone for eiko because in greek mythology, persephone is (most commonly accepted form of the myth) kidnapped by hades and forced into marriage with him by eating a pomegranate out of the underworld .. point blank, persephone reminds me of eiko being trapped and persephone's shown to overcome it , ( honestly eventually making the underworld & hades her Bitch. she kills the goddess/nymph of mints and creates the mint plant because she got too handsy with hades).. also hifumi and eiko are a little gay for eachother so why not have their personas be, too? anyway. SHIHO!! i chose skadi for her because skadi , in norse mythology , is both jotunn (giant) and a god like how loki is, but she's an accepted form of it because she was given over to the gods as a peace treaty, and thats pretty important to norse mythology i'd say (like how rooftop scene is important to kamoshida arc), and skadi claws up the aesir (council of gods) thru both her marriage (ann? ann. hehe.) and her own sheer will (shiho's recovery and goro's ..... questionable aid.) and skadi just fits. the goddess of mountains and winter? sign me the FUCK UP.

Anyway . this was long I apologise]

#ken 🤝 goro: can totally b trusted w/ the lives of others #im so shuake brain rotted that #I dont know characterization #not enough but yes !!!! #ken what do u say #Koromaru is old. but #to me he lives forever #shiho & goro r my fav homme fatales #femme fatales. Ann + pego will never know peace #sorry this took so long #firefox has been fighting me + preparing to travel rn orz #persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #persona 3 #p3 #procreate #2024 #goro akechi #ken amada #koromaru #shiho suzui #yuuki mishima #eiko takao #hifumi togo #3.5 hours #taitavva sketches #sorry if this doesn't show up in tags #I definitely know how to use this website

[bloodlust-1]

༻ 3 Nights ༺ part 2

Gortash x fem Tav — mini series Explicit 18+

Summary: Gortash invites Tav to stay 3 days at his palace for the sake of an alliance. Reluctantly, she compromises for peace and it becomes an experience they won’t forget.

T/W: language, manipulation, sexual actions

Notes: A little shorter than last, but definitely more juicier. Happy reading!

Tav tossed and turned all night. Not only did she feel guilty that Gortash didn’t pursue her, but that she actually would’ve let it happen. She woke up in an unfamiliar bed, a peaceful silence filled the room, but it was interrupted by frantic knocking.

“My lady! Please wake up, breakfast is almost ready and Gortash is expecting you.”

“I bet he is…” Tav rolled her eyes, sat up, and stretched her arms out, “You can come in.” She spoke through yawns.

The servant came into the room with another beautiful dress as last night’s. However, this time the servant looked worried, “What’s wrong? You look spooked.”

The woman spoke shakenly, “Ah — Well...Lord Gortash gets especially mad when plans don’t go accordingly. It seems like he wanted you up bright and early. I-I tried to tell him you asleep but he made himself very clear… to say the least.” She settled the dress onto the end of the bed.

"You're fucking joking? Do not worry about it, nothing will happen to you." Tav flashed a reassuring smile at the woman. Her ease settled in and she gave Tav her clothes.

"When you are done I will style your hair up"

"Oh, no it's fine. Really. I quite miss having my hair loose." Tav ran her fingers threw her hair. Recently, her hair was always tied into an updo, and honestly, her scalp needed a break. Loose hair in battle was not exactly convenient.

The servant bowed her head and left the room. Tav put on the red dress. It was fitted yet frilled at the sleeves and bottom. It was a very elegant dress, sexy yet casual. She almost felt like royalty for a moment until her thoughts clouded her judgment. Tav was only here for an alliance. Nothing more nothing less.

Tav made her way into the dining room. The light shined brightly into the stained glass as its colors danced on the brick walls. Upon entering, Gortash sat with a glass of wine in his hand. It was far too early in the day for alcohol, yet here he was indulging.

When his eyes met with Tav's, he scowled. "Why are you late."

"I couldn't sleep." She replied short and sweet. Tav was still a bit embarrassed over their awkward encounter last night. Having a conversation with him was the last thing she wanted to do. Why did she even let him do that?

"I hope I didn't keep you up all night." He hung his head back and drank the last of wine in his glass. "Tsk, if you wanted me to stay all you had to do was ask, my promise."

Tav rolled her eyes and took a seat in the middle of the long table. Her trust in him was better than yesterday, but still reluctant. She got comfortable and was served a grand breakfast.

She began to eat quietly, lost in the shame of losing out on a kiss.

“You seem lost in thought, dear. I hope you aren't disappointed about last night.” Gortash’s finger circled around the rim of his glass cup. He knew exactly why Tav was silent, but he toyed with her.

"If it makes you so sad then we can always renact the scene, so to speak. Except you get what you want at the end. What do you say?"

Tav choked on a piece of her meal, "I— *cough* E-Excused me?" Tav coughed into her elbow as her face burned bright red. She caught her breath and stared at him. Her glare filled with anger and...arousal?

"Do you have no respect for the way you talk to women, Gortash!"

"Enver. Do you have no respect when I tell you to call me by my name?” He scowled and became visibly annoyed. After all, he only requested one thing from her and nothing more.

Tav spat out harshly, “You deserve no respect.”

His tone grew lower, “Remember darling, respect is earned. You’ll eat your words.”

It was a silent moment. They just sat there glaring at each other, both challenging one another. The meal was eaten in silence and Tav excused herself from the meal and left without an explanation.

She didn’t know where she was going exactly, but her aimless walking led her into the throne room. Grand it was. The long red carpet led straight to the throne. It was huge, mighty, and lavishly.

Tav walked down the aisle and took a seat on the throne. She gazed around the empty room, and with a sigh, she closed her eyes. She was mentally exhausted. This constant fighting with Gortash was tiresome and she was starting to give up on the idea of an alliance.

What was the point? They were always at each other’s throats, so what’s the point of playing pretend? It was even worse that she almost kissed him! Tav instantly felt shame knocking at her door.

“It suits you.” A voice familiar echoed off the walls, causing Tav to open her eyes. In a surprising turn of events, Gortash’s demeanor softened as he acknowledged her presence on his throne.

He walked over to the throne and kneeled down on one knee, grabbing Tav’s hand. There was a subtle shift, a flicker of recognition dawning in his eyes as he studied the woman before him. At that moment, he saw the worried look on Tav’s face.

“I’ve never seen such beauty to betroth a throne. Only ever men, but this— how could you not see what I see?” He spoke clearly, there was no hint of deception that Tav could catch. But how could she be so sure?

“Lying to manipulate me? Sure, what do you see then— Enver.”

His lips tugged into a smile at the sound of his name, “There’s no manipulation in truth.”

He stood up, pulling Tav’s hand gently to where she rose up too. “I see a confident woman, with recognizable leadership skills. It was you who led everything back to this moment— I am grateful you chose to tolerate me. You are a wonder in itself.” He brought his face closer to hers as if she was taking in every detail from her mismatched eyes to her scars.

Tav’s face instantly burned red and her heart began to race. She looked away and broke his eye contact. She was undoubtedly conflicted. How could he be so despicable yet try to win her kindness? Tav was someone who always tried to show mercy when granted.

“And still— you stay here with me. You haven’t even tried to kill me yet, which I have undeniably been waiting for.” He pulled her chin up to face him with a gentle tug, “Has something changed in you?”

Her anxiety started to kick in, her heart raced heavily and so did her breathing. Tav’s mouth parted, and a small voice responded, “No…Nothing’s changed.”

Lie.

He snakes his hands around her waist, pulling her body close to his. The hate burned so deeply in them that it was intoxicating. Almost sensual tension even.

Gortash closed his eyes and their foreheads met, and in that moment, it felt like time stood still. With their foreheads touching, Gortash closed his eyes, focusing all his energy on trying to read her thoughts.

He connected with Tav's tadpole. He could feel her emotions coursing through him— her love, her longing, her fears, and her hopes. It’s an overwhelming sensation, like being caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

Tav winced and tightly shut her eyes, trying her best to keep his prying thoughts out. The hate burned closely with attraction and this was exactly what he looked for. He dug through her head to see exactly how she felt about him.

“Ah, there it is.” Gortash’s voice lowered with victory. He found exactly what he wanted and Tav knew it.

His hands cupped her red cheeks. She was ashamed that he found out for himself the attraction Tav felt. Gortash sensed the depth of her affection, the way she saw him, and the unspoken words she yearned to share.

Gortash drew her closer to him. As their eyes met, he leaned in and kissed her tenderly. His hands fell to her waist and roughly grabbed her hips, forcing her body closer to his.

Tav gasped between kisses that only rewarded her with a tighter grip. It was as if she was finally his possession. Her kisses were stiff but they soon synced tenderly with his own. Tav ran her fingers up his neck and gripped a handful of his hair: tugging at the strands in anger and lust.

He scooped her body up as she hooked her legs around his waist. Their heavy breathing was muffled between kisses. Gortash sloppily sat himself onto the throne with a thunk.

Tav was sat on his lap, straddling him with her legs. Just then, his mouth moved down her collarbone, creating small bruises while he sucked her skin.

Tav's back arched in response to the shivers that ran up her spine. It felt so right but morally so wrong. Gortash's hands explored the curves of her waist and hips. Soon trailing down to her ass, which he gripped tightly.

Tav felt the tips of his sharp glove poke her skin through the dress's cloth, and she whimpered softly as the tension in the room shifted drastically.

The feeling in the room was electric. The tension that had been palpable before would be replaced by feelings of anticipation and lust. It would be as if a switch had been flipped, and they finally experienced a connection that they had been missing before. It was super conflicting to feel lust for a man Tav couldn't stand. It was like she was playing into a fantasy.

A dangerous fantasy at that.

Tav's arms were wrapped around Gortash's neck, pulling him closer into the kiss. Their lips locked.

Suddenly, the door opened, breaking their focus and causing them to pull apart. They quickly broke apart from the kiss to see a servant walking in. The servant quickly stopped in her tracks, hesitantly opening her mouth to speak.

Gortash loudly sighed in annoyance as Tav froze in his lap. His hand rubbed the side of his temple in disappointment as he spoke with anger, "Speak. You're interrupting me."

"The documents you've been waiting on are here...I know they are of great importance to you." The servant spoke shakenly and bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Gortash helped Tav to her feet before he adjusted his jacket, composing himself with a disappointed expression, "I have business to attend to, you should enjoy your time exploring the palace. I will meet you over dinner."

Tav stood still with a blank expression on her face. She couldn't believe what just happened, and that someone caught them in the act. But Tav's ears chimed in interest— important business? She immediately thought of her interior motive of getting information about him, "What's so important?"

Gortash glared down at Tav with a smug look, "We'll speak later." With that, he left Tav in the empty room that for a moment, was filled with passionate tension.

As she found herself alone, the weight of the moment crashed down on her. Her fingers tangled in her hair as frustration and anxiety welled up inside her.

The sensation of his lips against hers lingered like an echo, sending shivers down Tav's spine even if it filled her with a sense of dread. How could this have happened? How could she have let herself succumb to such a reckless impulse?

"What the fuck am I doing?"

To Be Continued ~

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

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[pinknightsinmymind]

hi!! Your works are so sweet, I love them^^ I was wondering if you could write a ellie x reader, where both Ellie and reader need to share a bed but its awkward with them both yearning for each other unknowingly, until they finally confess and cuddle up with light touches, just so much fluff

【 let it snow - ellie williams 】

ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.9k

content: mentions of alcohol, reader and ellie drunk stargazing, they go on patrol, chased by infected (briefly), caught in snowstorm, mentions of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs (no one does any just talked about), pining and yearning, sharing one bed, eventual confession, fluff, comforting ellie

a/n: FUCK THIS IS ONE OF THE OLDEST TROPES IN THE BOOK BUT ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVS .... so i got a lil carried away writing this lol but i digress

Everything was woozy and off-kilter as you talked to Ellie. The two of you were outside, drunk off your asses, staring at the stars while you laid on the snowy ground. You felt the whisper of cold air dancing against your skin as it made you yearn for warmth. It was such a beautiful night, and all of your sentimental feelings just kept bubbling up. Ellie was just as drunk as you, but that didn’t stop her from going on and on about space and the stars. The stars looked blurry to you, almost like someone had smeared paint against a dark canvas. You couldn't help but think of the countless paintings Ellie has in her room, the times she’s let you see her painting process. Such an artist.

“—and the universe just keeps expanding. It doesn’t stop,” you heard Ellie say in wonder. You turned your head to look at her, at the girl whose eyes looked too much like the stars you were both admiring.

“I love it when you talk about space,” you said to her.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled over to lay on your side and truly look at her. “I think you’re beautiful when you… when you talk about the things you love.” The alcohol in your system was making you feel warm and fuzzy. All you wanted to do was speak the truth, to tell Ellie all about the feelings you guarded within you.

“Are you messing with me?” Ellie asked, turning to face you as well.

“No, never,” you said to her. You got lost in her eyes the way you get sucked into a whirlpool. You leaned in without realizing, pecked her lips lightly, then pulled away. You could see the shock on Ellie’s face, but she said nothing. A moment of silence passed before she spoke.

“You need to go home and sober up,” she said. Even in your drunken state you could see the sadness on her features.

+ + +

The next morning you could feel the chill enter your room far before you woke up, burying yourself into your blankets further. You felt at peace in your deep slumber. It was definitely some of the best sleep you’d had in a while—until you heard a certain someone knocking on your door, and last night’s events came crashing down on you.

“[Y/N]? You there?” you heard Ellie call from outside. Shit. This was bad. Very bad. How were you going to face her after what you did? But with both of you as drunk as you were, did she even remember? You groaned as you burrowed yourself under your covers.

“Go away,” you responded groggily. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of your bed, and you didn’t want to wake up and go on patrol with her after last night. Oh, God, what were you going to do? You considered your options, and the only doable one would be to pretend that none of it ever happened.

“Come on. Is that any way to talk to your favorite patrol partner?” Ellie teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Especially when she wakes me up from good sleep,” you said curtly.

“Ouch,” she said from behind the door. “We’re running a little behind schedule. You need to get up.”

“No thanks.”

“You decent?” she asked.

“No, but I’ll let you get a good look.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said that after last night’s events, but you needed to keep the facade up somehow. It was hard to act like everything was normal, but at least you were making it so far. This was the kind of humor you and Ellie had around each other, anyway.

“Aw, fuck off. You’re so grumpy in the morning,” Ellie said. “I’m coming in.” You heard the rustling of the doorknob, and you screamed internally. You had given her a spare key to your place a long time ago when she gave you one to hers. You and Ellie had been close friends ever since she first showed up in Jackson, thick as thieves, someone whom you had always put your trust in. You were still hidden underneath your covers when you heard the door open and close, followed by Ellie’s agile footsteps. You didn’t know how, but she had mastered walking so silently she was undetectable, but not to you. You recognized her footsteps like your own heartbeat. There was a dip in the mattress beside you, and soon you felt a hand gripping onto your blanket and ripping it off you.

“Ellie!” you shouted, the cold air hitting your face immediately. “You’re such an asshole.” You sat up in bed and glared at her. She was already dressed for patrol with her hair in a low bun and her backpack on. She dressed in layers today, which made sense given how snowy and cold it had been lately. “Since when are you ready so early?”

“Ever since I learned my patrol partner doesn’t like to get up early. Someone’s gotta protect us from Maria’s wrath.”

“You’re right.” You rose from the bed quickly, rubbing your hands together for warmth. If there was one thing you feared more than Infected, it was probably Maria when she was angry—or maybe now it was facing your best friend. Regardless, you’d rather not get scolded again for delaying patrol rotations.

“That was quick,” you heard Ellie remark once you were in your bathroom. “Thought you’d be too tired from partying last night.” Her words made you freeze in front of your sink. Did she remember? Even if she did, you needed to stay committed to acting as if you didn’t.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather not be on Maria’s bad side today.” You ran the water from the faucet as you freshened up for the morning. “Also, I’m not hungover, so I’m good,” you said lightly. You may not have been hungover, but you wish you were instead of feeling nauseatingly anxious. You drunkenly kissed your best friend, and now you needed to pretend none of it ever happened. Why couldn’t I have been drunk enough to forget? you thought to yourself. Once you were done, you grabbed some fresh clothes from your closet before heading back to the bathroom to change. All the while Ellie just sat on your bed patiently and made small conversation with you. Still no other mentions of last night. After you finished getting dressed you hurriedly prepared your backpack for the day with all the supplies you’d need.

“Ready?” Ellie asked. She rose from your bed and walked over to your desk where you were preparing your things.

“Yeah,” you answered, even though it took a moment for the words to leave your mouth. It was hard to stay composed when Ellie was so close to you. Although you felt awkward, you were doing your best not to let that show, and you hoped Ellie wasn’t suspicious of you. “Alright, let’s go.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and exited your home with Ellie, locking the door behind you. The two of you gathered your horses, weapons, and ammo before logging that the two of you were leaving for patrol. As you left Jackson, you could see more and more snow covering the ground and trees everywhere. The once lively branches that swayed in the wind were now still and bare in the midst of winter. You and Ellie stayed close together on your horses as you kept keen eyes and ears out for anything amiss. The most important part of patrol was to clear any Infected and gather whatever supplies you found. You also hoped that the time outside could clear your head.

Despite the fact the sun was out, it did nothing to help the cold. While wandering through the empty streets, you and Ellie managed to find an old drugstore of sorts. You gathered lots of supplies, such as painkillers, unopened gauze, and bandages among other things. You felt pretty good about the haul, and Ellie found a good amount of supplies too. You glanced at her from the other side of the store. She was looking at some of the trinkets they sold, toying with a keychain in her hand.

“What you got there?” you asked. She glanced at the keychain, then you, before tucking it away.

“Just some keychain I found.” You figured she’d show it to you later, so you didn’t question her further. She did seem a little more quiet than usual today. It was unlike her to not be chatting you up, and she had been stuck in her head since patrol started. You wanted to ask her if she was okay, but you weren’t sure how. What if she was upset because of you? What if she remembered the kiss and wanted nothing to do with you? Then again, if you pretended to know nothing, could anything really go wrong? You wanted to check up on her, because after being friends with Ellie for so long you knew her too well. You knew something was bothering her and plaguing her mind because she always does this—she gets quiet and pulls away. You can’t help but think back to when you first met and how something about her just drew you in. Maybe it was her bright eyes, or her spunky attitude, or the way she carried herself. She was so strong and she held such determination for whatever she did. You admired those things about her, and soon that admiration grew into something much more. Every time you looked at her you felt your heart give way. If it could, your heart would grow legs and give itself to Ellie without a second thought.

The question is, would she accept it?

That was the only thing you were unsure of, but you were sure of your love for Ellie. Everything about her soothed you and pulled you in while also managing to ignite a burning passion within you. Your love for her was strong, and you wondered if such a flame could ever exist within her. Yet, as you thought about your hopes of a love with Ellie, that fire was quickly extinguished. You couldn’t forget the look of shock on her face after you kissed her. It seemed she didn’t feel the same way about you, and maybe now you’d have to mourn a love that could never be. After some time wandering around quietly, you finally decided to break the silence.

“Hey, you okay? You’re a little quiet today.” You looked up at her from the shelf you were skimming to find her gathering old rags and bottles.

“Yeah, I’m… alright, I guess. Maybe a little hungover.”

“I don’t know. You just seem a little down,” you said. You didn’t want to push her too much, but you still wanted to be there for her. What if it really was your fault she was upset?

“How much do you remember from last night?” she asked. The question threw you off, the fear running through your veins making you feel colder than the weather outside. Oh, God, she remembers, you thought.

“I remember going to the party, dancing with you, Dina, and Jesse, our card game, going home… That’s about it,” you answer. Ellie nodded her head. “Why? Is there something I’m supposed to remember?”

“No, not really. Was just wondering if you’re as hungover as me.”

“Oh,” you say. “No, not really.” You heard her hum in agreement. “Well, what’s been going on with you lately?”

“Nothing much, just girl problems,” she said simply.

“I see.” Girl problems. Hearing her utter the phrase brought a dull ache to your chest, but you knew it was best to play along like you knew nothing. “So, who’s the lucky girl?”

“I’d rather not say. Doesn’t seem like it’s going anywhere, anyway.” What does that even mean? you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You zipped up your bag after organizing the supplies you gathered. “It’s her loss, then.”

“Think so?” Ellie asked, glancing up at you from her bag. You nodded.

“I know so.” You slipped your backpack on, Ellie doing the same shortly after. “Anyways, let’s brighten your mood. Get your mind off things.”

“How?” she asked grumpily.

“Um, hello? It’s winter and there’s snow outside. We should enjoy the nature.”

“You’re one of those people Joel would call a hippie.”

“A what?” you asked. You had maybe heard the word once or twice before, but that was only from the much older people in Jackson. People your age never used the word, much less knew it. You and Ellie exited the door and found your horses still waiting for you both outside. It was then that you noticed it had begun snowing again.

“A hippie. They, like, love nature and the outdoors and do crazy drugs and dress weird.”

“Oh, that’s kinda cool,” you say. Even though she rolled her eyes at you, Ellie quickly started smiling as she watched you hoist yourself on your horse. “Would you have been a hippie with me?”

“Why? So I’d do crazy drugs with you?” She climbed onto her horse's back and waited for you to take off so she could ride alongside you.

“Yeah, why else?” you joked. You heard Ellie let loose a small laugh. Good. You hoped she was lightening up a bit.

“And we could travel cross country. Joel says they listened to rock music and traveled together in vans and shit. Isn’t that weird?”

“That sounds like lots of fun.” You let out a small sigh. “Man, we live in the most fucked up reality.”

“Tell me about it.”

“See? Isn’t this fun? It’s so beautiful out today,” you said to her. You watched as Ellie’s eyes scanned her surroundings: the falling snow, the stillness around her.

“Hippie.”

“Whatever. You like it.”

“I do,” she said softly. You both glanced at each other, something hanging in the air between you two. The way she looked at you—there was something in it—and you felt your heart seize and pound against your chest. “Thanks for making me feel better. Your pick-me-up’s always work.”

“Anytime,” you replied. You stared into her eyes, a sort of softness appearing that hadn’t been there before. It mixed with the cold and snow perfectly, and you wondered if this is how winter felt before the whole world fell apart. She made you feel like you could forget about all the chaos inside you. In this moment you felt all the anxiety and worry about the night before falling away. None of it mattered. Not when you were here with her and she was looking into your eyes like this.

However, as much as you longed for it, that tranquility and beauty didn’t last long. In the distance you could hear the dreaded sounds of chirping and clicking. You and Ellie’s expressions changed immediately as you both drew your guns. You took the safety off yours and cocked it, scanning your surroundings. You saw nothing when you surveyed the area around you, until you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. The Stalker let out a large scream as it ran towards you from the left. You didn’t have time to think. You just pulled the trigger and watched as blood spilled from its fungal plates. The Stalker screeched loudly, but it had yet to fall. You shot it once more, and only then did it collapse.

The relief you felt was short lived because soon after you heard screaming and more clicking. Fuck, there’s more, you realized. As you squint your eyes, you could see at least half a dozen Infected running through the cloud of snow.

“Fuck, fuck, Ellie, we need to go!” You and Ellie fired off a few shots at the Infected before whipping the reins of your horses and taking off. The screams only grew louder as they chased after the two of you. The snow was starting to get heavier, and you cursed internally. You couldn’t believe your luck at being chased by Infected during a snowstorm. Neither you nor Ellie knew where to go, but you were hoping to keep going until you found some place to stay. You kept your horse in close range of Ellie’s, turning when she did and snaking past buildings and left behind debris. Eventually the sound of Infected was far behind you both, and you found an old abandoned house with the front door and windows boarded up. The snow was quite heavy by the time the two of you dismounted your horses and checked the area for any Infected. Once you both deemed the area clear, Ellie boosted you through an open window on the side of the house to open up the garage. The two of you would just have to standby and wait for the storm to die down.

+ + +

It had already been hours and the storm had yet to calm. The wind howled loudly, and you could almost hear the cold outside. You and Ellie surveyed every part of the house after you found it. There were no Infected, and it was clear no one had lived here for a long time, but whoever once did took good care of it. It was a small, one-story building with only one bedroom, an old home office, a bathroom, and a kitchen that was connected to the living den. Nothing fancy, but could you really be so choosy in such a world? The couch in the living room was all torn up with stains of who knows what all over the cushions. There were no family portraits, no decorations, nothing. It made you wonder who lived here before, what their life was like.

You and Ellie talked about nonsense back and forth while you sat together on the living room floor. There was a slight chill that still entered the home, but since you and Ellie were still layered up it wasn’t too bad. You may have felt extremely awkward and anxious earlier in the day, but Ellie was always able to put you at ease. As you and Ellie’s conversation continued, so did the howling of the wind outside. It seemed to get louder and louder with no end in sight.

“Shit. The storm doesn’t sound like it’s died down at all,” Ellie commented.

“Should we look out the window to check?” you asked.

“Yeah, let’s head to the garage real quick.” You and Ellie walked to the garage door and opened it up, the bone-penetrating cold immediately hitting you. You were glad you got blankets to cover the horses earlier to keep them warm for the time being. You reached the area beneath the window, waiting for Ellie to give you a boost. Once she did and you saw outside the window you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you said. “It’s still fucking snowing and the sun’s set already.”

“No way,” Ellie said. “Are we snowed in?”

“Pretty much.” You hopped off Ellie’s cupped hands, watching as she straightened her back and thought quietly for a moment.

“Looks like we’ll have to stay here tonight. It’s too dangerous to travel back at night,” Ellie advised.

“You’re right. Do you think they’ve sent anyone after us yet?”

“Knowing Maria, probably.” Ellie paced around for a little bit, then stopped to pet Shimmer’s hair. “We should probably figure out what we’re gonna do to pass the time.”

“How about you feed them and I find extra blankets for us?” you suggested. Ellie nodded, reaching for her backpack she left on the garage’s workbench in the corner. You gathered at least four different blankets and dragged them to the living den for you and Ellie to just pass the time. Knowing her, she wasn’t ready to go to bed yet—seeing as she was a huge night owl—and neither were you. A few minutes passed until she rejoined you, plopping down on the floor next to you.

“They’re all fed,” she announced. “If it gets any colder, should we let them stay in here while we sleep?”

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.”

“Okay. We’ll take care of that later.” Ellie grabbed one of the blankets nearest to her and wrapped herself in it before laying down and resting her head on your lap. “Any interesting things to share?” she asked. She looked so pretty from that angle, looking up at you through her eyelashes like that. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, over and over again, and you’d do it right this time.

“Well,” you said coyly. “You’ll never believe what Jesse told me last night.”

“What?” she asked, suddenly intrigued.

“The hot gossip is that he and Dina are dating.”

“No way!” She sat up suddenly, and a part of you wished you could ask her to lay back down again. If she’d let you, you would play with her hair. “How? Since when?”

“No idea. Maybe he has some secret, suave tips with the ladies we don’t know about. Should I ask him for advice?” you joked.

“Hell no,” Ellie said quickly. “I don’t know what’s worse: asking Jesse for dating advice or watching your friends date.” The two of you laughed together at that.

“I mean, Jesse’s a cute guy. I can’t exactly blame Dina.”

“Ew, [Y/N],” she said.

“What? I’m just being honest. I have eyes, don’t I?”

“Gross. I literally can’t see Jesse that way.”

“My apologies,” you said. You loved the smile that lit up Ellie’s face. You wish you could make her smile everyday. There’s a lot of things you wish for when it comes to her, like her love. “I noticed there’s only one bed. Are you okay with sharing tonight?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she responded.

“Fair enough.” You picked at the threads of your blanket. “Can I ask you something?” The question had been troubling you since this morning. You needed to know if she remembered—if she wanted you to remember—and you’d give her this last chance to come clean.

“Sure,” she said.

“Is there something from last night I forgot?”

“No, there wasn’t,” she said quickly. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

“Oh, okay,” you said back. She seemed to remember the kiss, but maybe she just didn’t want you to remember. Maybe it’s because she didn’t want you and only whatever girl she was talking about this morning. She had Ellie’s heart, not you. You decided to take this as the answer you always wanted, only it was a no. It was painful, but if you could keep her friendship by pretending you knew nothing, then that’s what you’d do. You’d rather be Ellie’s friend than not have her at all.

“Don’t worry. You didn’t do anything stupid. I just asked to check on you.”

“Thanks, Els,” you said. You gave her your best smile, but on the inside you felt anything but happy. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Ellie didn’t dispute you. She just stayed silent as you grabbed your two blankets and headed to the bedroom. You shut the door behind you and pulled off your outdoor clothes until you were in your long sleeve and underwear since you’d rather not sleep in jeans. You flopped into the bed you fixed up earlier, pulling the blankets over your body. You had to replace the old blanket with another you had found, and although there were no pillows you’d make do. You laid in bed for a long time—you’re not sure how long—until you heard the door open slowly. You could hear Ellie’s footsteps and the sound of her blankets dragging on the floor. You didn’t move, instead continuing to stare at the ceiling without another word. You felt Ellie stack her two blankets on top of yours then slide into bed next to you. She was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, just like she always did.

“You awake?” she asked. You let out a small hum. “Tired?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

“Me too.” You felt Ellie shift in the bed, linking her hands together underneath her head. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m pretty warm.”

“Good. I can’t have you getting frostbite on me.”

“You also can’t have an icicle sleeping next to you,” you joked.

“Definitely not.” Feeling her so close to you tonight was painful. God, she was the only thing you ever wanted.

“Els?”

“Yeah?” she asked, craning her neck to look at you. She could still make your shape out in the dark, even if she couldn’t exactly see your features.

“I didn’t forget,” you breathed out. You were so scared to admit the truth, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You didn’t want to lose her, but never taking the chance to be honest was more painful. This was your last chance to come clean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said immediately. She pulled you into a hug, and you didn’t know if it made you feel better or worse. “You were just drunk, okay? I know you meant nothing by it.”

“But that’s not true,” you explained. Your head rested against her chest, and you could hear her steady heartbeat. “It meant everything to me.”

“[Y/N], you better not be playing with me,” she whispered. You felt her arms loosen around you, almost as if she was preparing to pull away.

“I’d never do that to you.”

“Don’t lie to make me feel better,” she warned. She pulled away from you entirely, and you could already feel her warmth leaving you. She sat up in bed and swung her legs over the edge. Her back was to you now, and you couldn’t imagine anything more painful than that.

“Why would I lie about this?” you asked.

“Because why would you kiss me? You could have anyone in Jackson, so why me? You just got a little drunk and kissed me because I was right there, not because I’m actually the person you want. To you it meant nothing.”

“You’re everything to me, Ellie. You’re my everything, and you have no idea.” You sat up in bed now, the blankets sliding off your body as you did.

“If that’s true, why’d you act like you didn’t remember?” she asked.

“Because I remember the face you made when I did it. I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same after all, so I’d rather pretend to forget so I don’t have to lose you.”

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you.” Her voice was lower than usual, almost like she wanted to whisper. “I thought you just did it because you were drunk. I was shocked because I never expected you to, and if you really forgot I wasn’t going to embarrass you and make you remember.”

“So what are you saying, Ellie?” you asked.

“That you’re all I’ve ever wanted,” she said earnestly. She finally turned her head to look in your direction.

“And I’ve always wanted you. Always.” She reached out to you again and pulled you closer to her until you were laying on her body. Her arms snaked around you, her hands rubbing your sides and your back. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and you could feel her breath against your skin. You’ve had sleepovers with her before, slept next to her countless of times, but never like this. This was new, and it was exciting.

“Can I ask you something?” you said, finally breaking the silence.

“Go ahead.”

“Let me kiss you again, and let me do it right,” you requested.

It took Ellie a moment, but you felt her cup your cheek with her hand, rubbing a thumb across your skin. She was so gentle, so kind. Everyday you only fell for her more and more. You heard the cloth of her shirt rub against the blankets as she leaned in, her head tilting as her lips slowly made contact with yours. You knew it technically wasn’t your first kiss with her, but it sure felt like it. She kissed you softly and slowly, like she had all the time in the world, because in a way she did. It was as if time had frozen with the snowstorm, and she’d have you all to herself for the rest of the time spent in this house. You had dreamed about kissing her so many times, but none of it compared to the way her lips actually felt against yours. You felt her other hand come up to grab your face, but nothing about her movements were harsh—they never were. God, if there was one word to describe Eillie it would be “gentle.” Her hands were so warm against your skin, and you never wanted any of it to end.

Begrudgingly, Ellie pulled away, but she still held your face in her hands. She wished it wasn’t so dark so she could admire you like she always had, but she’d still treasure and cherish this moment with you.

“I’ve always loved you,” she said.

“I’ve always loved you, too,” you replied. You felt like someone had placed heaven in the palm of your hands, because that’s what being at Ellie Williams’ side felt like. “It seems like both of us have been pining for each other this whole time,” you observed.

“It sure does,” she replied. “It’s kind of gay.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m kicking you out of this room,” you said, but you couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from your lips.

“I’m sorry, I take it back,” she said, but not before pulling you into another kiss.

#tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #tlou x reader

[jinlias]

kinktober day 14 - angry sex w yeji

“i fucking hate him” yeji slams her belongings on the stool next to the door, one you had decided very early into decorating your shared dorm. the sight of yeji flopping on the bed, screaming against a pillow in frustration are what welcome you when you walk in, confused by all the commotion.

“hello?” but her instead of greeting you quickly flops back and waits for you to reach her, on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as she hunches over. almost as if in a mutual agreement, you walk towards her, wrapping your arms around her neck when she kisses you.

the deeper the kiss gets, the hungrier, rougher it feels, you know what this means, and, while yeji was rough when she needed to or you wanted her to, she is in general.., a peaceful individual, rarely she gets too angry at someone that she needs to take it out on you. but you can never complain, you enjoy more than you should.

she’s quick, yanking your leggings down, your underwear going with it while you’ve barely gotten to tug on her hair. ideally, she would prefer to have you bent over the bed, her favorite strap wrapped snug around her waist as she pounds into you, but that takes too long, she really needs to taste you.

the brunette slithers down until she’s sitting right on the floor, against the bed and with your cunt hovering over her face. just her breath fanning over it makes you shiver, wanting nothing else but to be devoured by her. yeji does just that, she plants her hands on your asscheeks and tugs you to her mouth. it makes you double over the bed initially, one hand making its way to her head to tangle your fingers in her hair and push her further.

“ah.. yeji”

“been thinking about you all day princess” her face shakes between your folds, so does her tongue, lapping up all your juices and sucking on every bit of skin. she enjoys you like she’s been starving for ages, and she always will no matter how short it’s been “i could’ve used the stress reliever earlier”

“what- fuck, what happened?” your hand tugs slightly and unintentionally on her hair, the angle she curls her tongue making your legs shake

“shh, shh. let me eat your pretty little cunt in peace” she glares up at you the .5 seconds she is away from your pussy. “i don’t want to think about anything else than this. you.”

and exactly for three hours she thinks, tastes, touches just you, until you reach your breaking point for the night and plead with tears in your eyes.

#itzy imagine #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #yeji #yeji imagines #yeji smut #yeji x reader #yjj #jinlias kinktober 2022

[ladyescapism]

wake up call - Azriel

summary: Azriel gives his mate a way to boost her confidence ;)

a/n: here is some Az smut for y'all! enjoy! also features casein at the end!

warnings: oral sex (male receiving), talk of insecurities, wake-up sex, language

wc: 1,400

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You had talked about it before with him but had never worked up the nerve to do it till now. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, it seemed wrong to wake him. 

Even for a blowjob. 

But last night he told you what he wanted. 

You were exhausted. 

Azriel always used your body in the most divine way, worked it like it was his sole purpose in life to make you sing in pleasure for hours. 

You were now curled into his chest, laying on top of his wing and resting your head on his bent arm. Just listening to him breathe. His other arm was drawing lazy circles on the outside of your thigh that was draped over his middle. 

After care was done. You were cleaned and hydrated. Snacks had been eaten. Now you were just cuddling. Your favorite bit.

You tilted your head up to look at him. 

“Did you like it,” you asked. He probably got tired of you asking, but a girl needs reassurance sometimes. Okay all the time but the point remains. 

“Yes, love.” He looked down at you, giving you a faint smile. “We could be together for thousands of years across lifetimes, and I would never tire of you or your body.” 

You murmured a little, happy about the reassurance. He let out a contented sigh. 

“I liked it too,” you said. “If you were wondering.” 

“I am always concerned about whether or not you find your pleasure but was pretty confident in the four orgasms you had an hour ago. But it’s nice to hear.” 

“I get it. Cocky bastard,” you teased. 

“There is a difference in cockiness and confidence. I happen to be confident in my ability to pleasure my mate,” he said, humor evident in his voice.  

You felt a wave of insecurity wash over you. He sensed it immediately. 

“Hey now,” he whispered. “I love you and I love our sex life. And me having confidence in fucking you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t or can’t have confidence in yourself.” 

“Its’s not that,” you whispered, sitting up to look at him. “I feel like I am annoying you. That after years together that my insecurities should have gone away. That I should be over certain things. That you won’t only get tired of my body, but the rest of me as well.” 

You were crying now. 

“I’m afraid that if I’m not exactly what you want all the time then, you’ll leave me. Like everyone else. And to top it all off, I am putting that on you even though you have never done anything to make me think that about you. And then the cycle starts all over again.” 

Azriel pulled you into his arms and let you finish crying there. 

When you were ready, you pulled back to look him in the eyes. He brought one scarred, beautiful hand to cup your face. 

“My love,” he started. “There is next to nothing you could do to make me not love you. As your mate, it is my duty to make sure you are happy and cared for. So, if you need me to tell you that I love you and that I want you twice a day, every day, for the rest of our lives then so be it. To do so would be an honor, not a chore.” 

Gods, how did you get so lucky. 

You were so choked up with emotion that all you could do was plant a gentle kiss on his lips and move to lie back down. 

You laid there for a while, soaking up each other’s company for a while longer when Azriel spoke. 

“Do you want to boost your love-making confidence?” 

And that’s how you ended up looking over your mates sleeping body, preparing to give him a good-morning blowjob. 

He normally had morning wood, but you knew it wasn’t the same thing as being turned on. You didn’t want to violate him. So, you formulated a plan. 

Rouse him enough that he wakes up horny, then start sucking his cock. 

Easy enough. Illyrians are all horny bastards. 

You hovered over his body, careful not to touch his wings. That would wake him up in a hurry and you didn’t want that. 

You slowly tarted kissing his neck and chest, moving your way down his well-toned body. The dark markings of his tattoos standing out against the warm brown of his skin. 

He stirred for a second when you brushed a kiss over his nipple but stilled. You made you way down to the line of hair that led to his cock. You ran you fingers over it, scratching lightly. Your mouth followed the trail your fingers left with kisses. 

He was starting to shift. 

Now for the final attempt at waking him up gently. 

Slowly, you reached one hand up and traced a finger along the vein that ran vertically up his wing. The wing twitched, and Azriel’s eyes fluttered open. 

Thank the Mother he fell asleep naked, giving you no obstacles as you reached down to cup his cock. 

“Good morning, Az,” you whispered in what you hoped was a seductive voice. “Still want your wake-up call?” 

He nodded, and that was all the go-ahead you needed before you quickly enveloped his cock in your warm mouth. 

The moment you took him, Azriel let out a groan that almost sounded like he was in pain. You began moving your tongue over his thick, engorged length, making it impossibly harder. 

After his cock was swollen to your liking, you began to move your head. 

You started lifting and returning your head and hand in tandem to give the desired effect. 

Peering up to look at Azriel, you found the male starting back you, awe and bliss on his face as he watched you take him down your throat. 

The look only encouraged you. 

You moved faster, eager to have him spill himself down your throat. 

His breaths shorted and his abs tightened. You hollowed your cheeks to give him the final push. 

He let out a moan that somewhat sounded like your name as he spilled warm, salty cum in your mouth. You kept moving, to help his orgasm last, like does for you. 

He was whispering your name like a prayer as you pulled your mouth off of his cock. He quickly gathered you to his chest and pulled you in for a kiss. He groaned when he tasted himself from your mouth. 

Flipping you over broke the kiss, and he took the opportunity to say, “Good morning, beautiful. Want me to return the favor?” 

Before you could hastily agree, a voice came from outside your bedroom door. 

 “No time, I’m afraid,” Cassian’s annoyingly chipper voice came from the other side of the door. “There is a disturbance on the eastern Day Court border, near the northern mouth of the Ash Valley and we need you for scouting and recon.” 

Your mate dropped his head to your shoulder and sighed. 

“Hurry up, lover boy. I already let you get your morning blowjob, making us late enough. Get a move on.” 

“That’s near the Night Court border and it sounds important,” you told your mate. “Better get going before he comes in here and drags you out by your hair.” 

“He could try,” your mate grumbled as he stood up and put on his base layer for his leathers, including two of his seven siphons. Tapping the siphon on his left hand, his leathers encased his body, the rest of his siphons gleaning in the morning light. The shadows danced around him, ready for action. 

You stood up and found your night dress before Azriel opened the door. 

He made his way over to the door and opened it to reveal the most annoying general in the seven courts. 

“Good morning, kids! How we doin’?” 

“Cock-block,” you grumbled as you pushed your way past him and down the hall. 

“Always good to see you too, sunshine,” Cassian laughed, following you down the hall and to the living room.  

The pair made for the door, but before he could leave, you pulled Azriel close. 

“Be careful, Az,” you said, rising on your toes and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come home to me.” 

“Always.” 

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