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queenariesofnarnia · 1 month

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late night confessions

tech x f!reader

gif not mine! creds to the owner

wc: 1,800

warnings: 18+ content! MDNI!, piv unprotected sex! (wrap your willy and don't be silly), consensual recording of sex, truth or dare, slightly dom! tech, porn with minimal plot in my opinion :) ENJOYYYYY

Shore leave on Coruscant was rare, however it never stopped the batch from having a bit of drunken fun. Tonight, they even got you to tag along, and their plan to see you drunk for the first time was successful to say the least. They had a decent time at 79’s but brought the fun back to the ship. Wrecker suggested a game of truth or dare, as childish as this would have seemed among the batch when sober, how could they say no right now? You always encourage them to have some fun on leave, and that’s what lead to your dare.

“I dare you to share what I overheard you sharing with Commander Tano the other night.” Crosshair and Hunter smirked. You had a feeling someone heard you, all that mattered to you was that it wasn’t the person it involved.

“I tell her a lot of things gents be more specific” you tried playing it off by crossing your arms over your chest leaning back into your chair.

“You know exactly what we mean” Cross said pointing his toothpick towards his goggle wearing brother. It was now or never, the worse that can happen is that he doesn’t want that, and you can hopefully move on or just throw yourself out the ship while in hyperspace.

“Tech my darling” you called, his attention turning towards you with a slightly confused look on his face. “How would you feel about recording me like you record everything else?” your tone sultrier than the boys have ever heard it. Feeling his face heat up as you lean towards him giving him a better view of your cleavage that’s been on display all night. While his brothers got a good view of your rear, hoping their brother gave the right response.

“In front of my brothers cyar’ika?” he asked hopefully hiding the tremor in his voice due to your closeness. The sweet nickname in Mando’a sending tingles straight to your core.

“Wherever you want me Tech” you whispered in his ear kissing his jawline before settling back in your chair, a smile gracing your lips. Taking a moment to compose himself, Tech stood up taking your hand marching off the ship.

“I was hoping for a show!” Crosshair called after you two followed by laughter.

“Where are we going Tech?” you asked as he began to weave through the busy street to a small hotel. The twi’lek at the front desk offering you a smile and a room. You spaced out as Tech began to talk to him.

“Let’s go cyar’ika” Tech said guiding you to the lift, you wished the twi’lek a goodnight and his response was “have a good one for the both of us hon!” Once in the lift Tech’s hands were at your waist pulling you close to him before his lips crashed into yours. The doors opened to your floor; he led you to a room at the end of the hall. Soon as the lock clicked his hands were back on your waist, your arms around his neck. Pulling each other close until there was no room left between your bodies. Whatever you awakened in Tech tonight you did not regret. He pulled away from the kiss causing you to whine.

“No need to whine cyar’ika. I’m going to make sure you get precisely what you requested from me. Go sit on the bed” he commands directing you towards the bed in the center of the room. You crawl onto the bed sitting in the middle of the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard.

“For a moment I thought you were pulling my leg when you asked me. However, the way your pupils dilated once you were in close proximity to me. I also notice each time your thighs clench when you’re given an order by any of us. Though you are in a position to give orders you much rather them be given to you. Am I correct?” he asked as he got closer to the edge of the bed you nod in response. “Use your words cyar’ika or you won’t be receiving the night of pleasure I promised you.” The tone in his voice is one you’ve never heard him use, your arousal increasing by the second.

“Yes, you’re correct” your confident voice left behind on the ship. A chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of you, thighs clenched and pleading eyes for him to touch you. The way your confidence left you once you had his full attention made his cock twitch. Stripping out the top of his blacks discarding it on the floor. Bottom lip between your teeth as you admire how well built he is. He removes his shoes and his bottoms before sitting on the edge of the bed. He motions you towards him with the skillful fingers that you were hoping he was going to use on you tonight. Before you could fully reach the edge of the bed, he grabbed you pulling you into his lap. Your hands finding themselves on his shoulders. For a moment you sat and took in each other’s features. You knew he was handsome; the definition of his facial features made him even more stunning to you. His hand slid up your arm before cupping the back of your neck pulling you down for a searing kiss. The hand he placed on your waist pulled you closer to him.

“Strip for me cyar’ika” giving the command just above a whisper as he pulled away from your lips. Your fingers reach for the hem of your dress pulling it over your head tossing it somewhere in the small room. Stealing a quick kiss before sliding off his lap to pull your panties off.

Before they touched the floor he pulled you back into bed, quickly maneuvers himself above you. You can’t fight the urge to smile at him, even during this intimate moment your smile was still smitten. He gave a little smile back dipping down to kiss your lips, before moving down to your neck. He nipped and sucked your sweet spots leaving marks that you’ll have to cover once you’re back in the field. His hands cupped your breasts in rolling your nipples between his fingers deepening the kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth exploring it. His hands began to explore your body, his callouses against your smooth skin sent tingles through your body. Once he got to your thighs he groaned into the kiss. You’ve seen him stare at your thighs on numerous occasions, but you didn’t expect him to enjoy the feel of them this much. He begins to massage your thighs purposely going close to touching your soaked cunt before moving his hands away. Placing kisses and bites down your body, taking his time to elicit each sound from you. Sounds that he will listen to later in a case you aren’t in his reach. Finally reaching your clit, flicking it with his tongue causing a whimper to slip past your lips.

“Judging by that noise, you’re a little sensitive. Aren’t you cyar’ika?” he questions teasingly, before licking up your juices before sucking your clit in between his lips sucking on it gently while increasing his speed. Without breaking eye contact, two of his fingers enter your cunt going to work on your g-spot. The way his skilled fingers brushed against the spongy spot causes your legs to shake around his head instinctively trying to clamp shut. “Don’t” he growls pulling away from your clit for a split second before getting back to work. Your fingers find his light brown curls making a mess out of them as you reached your orgasm. You were barely forming words, coming out as broken babbles and breathy moans. Your orgasm came quickly, yelling out a stream of curses mixed with his name. Pulling out his fingers slowly he brings them to your lips for you to taste yourself and you do so without hesitation. He groans at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth, pulling you into a dominating kiss once he removes them. “I want a taste for myself, but that will have to wait. I fear that I am far too impatient to wait to be inside you” he kneels between your legs easily wrapping them around his trim waist. He lines himself up with your entrance, before slowly entering you. Eyes fluttering shut at the feel of your velvety walls hugging his shaft. Head tossed back in pure bliss you barely believe that this is happening.

“Kriff Tech” you moan attempting to pull him closer with your legs. He pulls out of you slightly before thrusting back in, adjusting himself if need be. Finding a comfortable position his picks up the pace of his thrusting. Pinning your hands above your head with one hand as the other toys with your clit.

“You’re doing so well cyar’ika. Look at how pretty you look taking me” his praise makes you whine his name in a begging tone. “Imagine how pretty you’ll look once your full of my cum” His voice deeper than you’ve heard before. Your back arches, the thrusts hitting you in a more pleasurable way. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room, mixed with the moaning, whimpering, and groaning coming from the both of you.

“Tech I don’t think I’m going to last much longer” your sentence broken between moans.

“I’m not either cyar’ika” he grits out as the pace of his thrusts slow down. His cock twitching in you, “Where do you want me?” he asks finally letting go of your hands giving you the chance to wrap your arms around your neck.

“Inside please” you beg, nails digging into his upper back. One more thrust and he orgasm hits him, releasing in you but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to lazily thrust in you rubbing your clit when you hit your second orgasm of the night. Screaming Tech’s name, not caring who heard the name of the beautiful man that brought you pleasure. You pull him down for a kiss as his cock begins to soften in you. “We’re doing this again sometime” a tired laugh escapes you.

“I agree. As well as I was correct about how pretty you look with my cum dripping out of you” he says pulling away, making sure this moment was in the recording, before ending it. He gets up going to the fresher, you hear running water, and a smile makes its way to your face. He walks back out picking you up with ease, carrying you to the shower. Let’s just say the neighboring rooms probably didn’t get much sleep tonight. This was the best confession ever made.

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guav · 2 years

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ᥫ᭡ for rindou, manjiro, chifuyu, and souya,

KISS ME WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED!

tokyo revengers characters + types of kisses

𔘓 only warning is they're probably very out of character but who cares!! i had a blast writing them anyway

⠀◉⠀HAITANI RINDOU

the kisses that chase after you

“you’re taking me through roppongi for a date?”

rindou gave no reply, bike soaring past car after car seamlessly. of course he would, just to show off.

the district wasn’t a mystery to you. it’s hard not knowing every nook and cranny, every street and shop, when you’ve been dancing around the youngest haitani for months. endless weeks with your arm looped around his—he’s not yours. every other day with his fingers idly playing with your belt loops—you’re not his.

and yet you wake at every call of his. phone chimes at the midst of witching hours quickly become your cue to sneak out your window. it’s routine without a label.

“i didn’t think tonight would be the night you confess you’re a table dancer.” no judgment from your end, though an annoyed sigh does leave your companion’s very own soul.

rindou couldn’t be bothered to turn off the engine just yet, slightly considering driving you both off the pier he parked at. “how do you even come up with all that?”

“i’m a psychic.”

he scoffed in response, turning the key to let the engine die. psychic is a stretch, you’re a bother, if anything. “s’that the reason you haven’t turned around yet?”

his words are commands, and you whip your head around. the thought of getting pushed and falling to your death seemed plausible—considering it was rindou who asked you to face the other way. however, such a beautiful landscape would have never crossed your mind. rindou had taken you on a drive to witness the beauty of night.

roppongi sang glowing notes of life below, more alive during the dead of night than when morning dew arises. the district was breathing, and it was alluring by itself.

you barely take note of rindou sneaking behind you, neither do you care when he eggs you forward, trapping you between the railings and his own frame. at this point you wouldn’t care if he actually shoved you, the tall buildings would make for a hell of view as you fell.

“you’ve mentioned you like the place better when it shines,” rindou mused. “thought we could come here together.”

we. although you know he meant it in a literal sense, you linger on the word.

what are we?

you’ve avoided the subject for an eternity. at this point, even ran has given up on trying to steal you from his little brother. it’s been that long.

maybe it’s best left unspoken. maybe you’d rather turn around to face him.

“did i?” he’s impossibly close to you, yet you wrap your arms around his shoulders. c’mere. “since when do you listen to anything i say?”

rindou doesn’t answer, it’s a little concerning. the silence isn’t heavy because there’s no such thing—there’s cars driving past, music blaring, and distant chattering. it’s not awkward because there’s an unspoken agreement. it’s only awkward if you make it awkward.

there’s little space between your bodies, and it lessens as he starts leaning in. his eyes are distant, they’re stuck on your lips. rindou is so close to finally picking the forbidden fruit.

until you turn your head. “maybe i’ll be your bouncer if i get this view every time you have a dancing session.”

for the record, he’s fucking embarrassed. rindou backs away quickly (his arms don’t care for the humiliation, they stay put and keep you in the same spot), the slightest trace of a blush disappearing with the lack of light. “joke’s dead.”

so is his mood, and it’s hilarious. “is it?” you face him once again, taking note of the blonde’s agitation. poor youngest brother, always taking the torment, no matter the context. “i think you could pull it off.”

rindou is sure the window of opportunity is long-gone. he’s certain there’s no way the mood will come back. pulling away and brushing it off would be a good move, but your arms don’t allow him to budge, and in the blink of an eye you’re brushing noses with him again.

the window opens again, it’s so free. he leans in again, tilting to the right. but you tilt a little too much to the left, and your face rests on one of his shoulders instead.

great, for a split second he made out with air.

it’s hard to contain your laughter, you can feel his hands grip your hips with anger. “you got the moves, so i’ve heard—ran says you make funny poses when you’re in a fight.”

after two failed attempts, he comes to a conclusion.

you’re messing with him. you’re playing with rindou haitani, man who’s gone to jail before for murder.

rindou is about done with your antics. he grips your chin, and though the initial force is harsh, it softens. it always does with you, especially when you’re trying to stifle that stupid giggling.

“you think you’re funny.” yeah, yeah you do. “actin’ all dumb, pulling away—is that why your arms are clinging to me?”

“i don’t know what you're talking about,” you lie.

“you a comedian now?” rindou is pressing you impossibly tighter against the railing. “am i laughing?”

you are. “sorry rin, just—you’re too easy to rile up.” he wants nothing more than to wipe that smug grin from your face, you’ve picked up on his facial expressions too well.

“lemme fuckin’ kiss you, damnit.” he muttering mostly to himself, stuck trying to hold your face in place.

but you’re having the time of your life running from him. it’s hilarious hearing the curses slip past the same lips desperately chasing after yours. (he’s not sure he wants to kiss you at all anymore! his patience has long since run out!)

whatever good is left in your soul takes pity on the delinquent. he comes crashing when you finally meet him halfway. it’s messy, and he’s angry. so he doesn’t stop at one kiss, he’s selfish like that. rindou finally got a taste, and the built-up tension demands a thousand more samples.

“was that,” he can only keep away from your lips for a split second. “so fuckin’,” it’s addicting. “hard?”

maybe it wasn’t, maybe you shut him up with another kiss.

⠀◉⠀SANO MANJIRO

the kisses that taste sweet... literally

clearly, you should've known better. in the entire lifetime you've known mikey for, never had the man caved at sharing the tiniest piece of dorayaki in his possession.

you should've known better than to buy two of the cakes and store them in the same bag. the same bag which was now within his greedy claws, leaving you to negotiate (beg would be more fitting) for your rightful share of treats. "you got them for me, though."

a sigh, "i got you one, the other one in the bag is mine."

mikey, mouth full of the treat, tilted his head—a pseudo show of confusion. "nuh-uh, there was only one in the bag." his lips pursed like the liar he is.

"fine, just let me have one bite, you can eat the rest." bargaining is futile, maybe it's time to reconsider your criteria for a boyfriend.

"i'm serious, there's no more dorayaki in the bag."

a pause, followed by manjiro getting tackled to the grass. blonde strands of hair merged with the green under them, shoulders shaking in what could only be described as evil laughter. mad, cruel giggling. the paper bag, forcefully snatched from mikey’s grasp, was indeed empty. only a few crumbs remained as evidence of his crimes.

"how did you even manage to eat it so quickly?" shock elevated your tone into a shriek, heart shattering over the missing dorayaki. "you're like, the worst of the worst!" being a gang leader does not even come close to this level of violation.

mikey's laughter did nothing to mend your loss. careless laughter, teenage glee. under any other circumstances you would’ve loved to capture his happiness in a bottle, to cherish forever. however, the figurative knife he had just plunged in your back made for a hell of a fresh wound.

manjiro sano was now being judged by your fists, feebly striking his chest, shoulder, and chest again. "i'm sorry—ouch—okay, i'm sorry!

he could’ve well struggled against your barrage of punches, but he didn’t. did they hurt? not in the slightest, perhaps you needed this more than he did.

all the profanities leaving your mouth served to fuel mikey's fit of giggles even further. oh, just how would he, filthy criminal, ever make it up to you?

an idea popped into his head. "i can call kenchin and tell him to buy you some on the way."

"i don't want ken's money, i want my dorayaki!"

he rubbed his chin, awaiting another genius idea. "do you want the crumbs, then?"

your jaw dropped at the audacity, "you are a dead man."

before you could further spiral and throw a thousand more insults his way, mikey dove forward, pressing his lips against yours.

foreheads bumped together, and while it hurt for a split second, the sensation was overtaken by the god-sent gift that is chocolate; tiny specks of bread, and the sweetness that is mikey’s embrace made your anger dissipate for a moment.

"see?" he pulled back, sporting a stupid, proud grin. "tastes even better than the actual thing."

"no, no it doesn't," you leaned in for another kiss, anyway.

⠀◉⠀MATSUNO CHIFUYU

the kisses that missed their cue

“it’s foolproof—i start with you as an opening gift,” it’s worth mentioning chifuyu is talking to a stuffed animal on his bed. “then we have dinner, followed by a walk in the park, and then the bridge is the perfect place for a kiss.”

anyone walking into this would likely mark chifuyu down as insane. talking to a heart-patterned bear doesn’t classify as sane people activities. yet, when peke j pops his head from behind the toy, the circumstances change. talking to your cat is a little more excusable.

a meow puts his previous ramble to a stop, though it opens the door to a new one. “you think the button up is too much?”

no, the cat doesn’t have much thought outside of craving treats. “maybe i should just settle on my sweater, but if they get cold, giving them my sweater would be too much of a hassle.”

peke j could not care less. “i’ll take the risk with the button up and a jacket.”

another meow—though this time chifuyu doesn’t bother interpreting it.

his plan was foolproof, it was meant to be.

but no one told him how uncomfortable it would be to ride his bike with such get-up, or how awkward it would be when you went in to hug him and he stuffed the bear in your face by accident. nor did anyone remind him to turn his phone off while having dinner (he was sure to choke takemichi for spamming his messages, crying over a rip on his stupid red and white shirt).

however, the worst comes when a drop of rain falls on your forehead, midway through your stroll.

chifuyu is quick to slide his jacket over your shoulders. the rain isn’t kind enough to spare you another minute before it pours down, and you’re left making a run for shelter.

you know he’s trying his best to keep his composure, but the silent curses slipping past his lips aren’t discrete enough for the rain to mask. it’s evident in the way he clicks his tongue, and furrows his eyebrows.

chifuyu planned the entire evening meticulously, afternoons spent kicking his feet back and forth at all his ideas. all his plans, slowly washing down the drain.

“chifuyu, wait,” he’s damn close to slipping when you come to a sudden halt, arm tugging back to your spot. “look.”

mercy, at last. the drizzle filters through the tree leaves, only allowing a drop or two to slip past the cover. it’s better than nothing, and he’s too drenched to care.

his breathing is erratic. you can already hear the endless apologies that are dying to jump out of his throat. “it’s okay, see?”

take a deep breath is what he hears, maybe his secret gift is reading between the lines of both human and feline speech. chifuyu follows your unspoken demand down to a t.

he breathes in. at least you enjoyed the food, all the stories he had dug out for you proved to be most effective. your laughter quickly became one of his favorite noises, if that’s even a thing sane people have.

he breathes out. he was right to follow his gut and take his jacket. if only he had listened to peke j’s complaints, you would be swimming in damp wool. two wins against four losses wasn’t the best of proportions, but you weren’t frowning or chewing him out for being a bad date, so chifuyu decides to take the small victories.

he wants to break the silence. it’s not uncomfortable, but the prospect of hearing you chuckle again is too tempting. maybe this time he’ll tell you of the time baji accidentally bought a women’s shirt (and absolutely killed the v-neck look). or maybe you’d get a better kick out of the time peke j was called excalibur, his own embarrassment be damned if it meant your eyes would flicker with glee.

too many options revolved in his mind. it quickly became more and more difficult to choose one when you stared at him expectantly, adoringly. the squeeze on his hand wasn’t helping either.

… huh?

“doesn’t this seem like a scene straight out from one of your books?” your voice was muffled by the panicked screaming within his thoughts. he was slowly processing that he had grabbed your hand and practically dragged you through the rain. chifuyu’s plan was foolproof, he was meant to make that move at the end of the walk. give him a minute, please.

or don’t. “stranded under the rain, both soaked to the bone.” wait, you knew about his mangas? everything you spoke went through his ears with delay.

carefully, you peeled off his jacket, giving it a shake before snaking it around him. it was getting a little painful seeing him try to hold back from shivering. “i’d say your lovey-dovey date worked out just fine.”

screw the long-awaited scene by the bridge, where he was meant to cup your chin and lean in to steal your breath. with roses floating around the two of you, for good measure.

screw his foolproof plan.

another win is tallied in chifuyu’s favor when he met you halfway, closing the gap between your faces with a soft kiss. maybe a second one as well when you tugged him down for another.

(“i think it’s cute, chifuyu! you really spent a lot of time planning this.”

he rubbed his neck, mustering a chuckle. “it still went sideways, though.”

“michi even mentioned you had him sit through two romance movies to brainstorm—that’s dedication.”

as if he needed a second reason to murder hanagaki.)

⠀◉⠀KAWATA SOUYA

the kisses that make you believe in romance

it was an afternoon meant to blend in as any other day in the week. nothing new to watch on tv, no special meal to indulge in, and gray skies overhead. just a normal afternoon meant to be forgotten the next day.

until your doorbell announced a visitor, and you opened the door to a ridiculously huge bouquet of flowers hiding a blue poof of hair behind them.

you were the most despicable human to walk this earth. were you meant to go on a date? was today your anniversary? had you forgotten your own birthday?

"special occasion?" you prepared for the worst

souya stood awkwardly outside, half expecting you to maybe let him inside your home. "no, i just wanted to surprise you."

bless his heart.

his words snapped you out of the trance. door now wide open, you let him inside, taking the flowers from his arms. bless his beautiful soul, souya blushed when your hands grazed against his.

"i'll go put these in a vase, you can take off your shoes and wait on the couch." you tried to sound calm, you really did, but these flowers were heavy. what were they even feeding plants nowadays?

shoes carelessly thrown to the ground and hurried steps were your saving grace, the weight finally lessening as souya dashed in to help you carry them.

the arrangement looked beautiful when it wasn't making your arms cry for help. "sou, you didn't have to."

his eyes locked on the floor, "do you not like them? big bro said it'd be a nice detail.” he figured so too, yet he couldn’t help but fumble with his fingers.

truly, bless his mother for birthing him and his devil spawn of a twin.

"yes! of course i love them, i just," one hand sought to grasp his own, gently unclenching the fist he always curls his hand in. "i feel a little bad that i don't have anything for you."

a warm hue of blush painted his cheeks once again. "you don't have to give anything back, it wouldn't be a gift otherwise."

your free hand came to cup his face, gently lifting it. his eyes, wide as ever, were nothing short of nervous. "thank you, souya."

a soft peck on his cheek would have to suffice as payback for now. roses and snapdragons for a kiss. lips softly landed on his skin, lingering for just a minute longer. a muted smile ghosted on your face as his shoulders loosened up. flowers reciprocated as a honey-laced embrace.

and when his arms wrapped carefully around your waist, you could've sworn the sun came out for the first time that day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀navi.⠀＆⠀m.list.⠀＆⠀send me an ask!

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 5 months

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Is It On? (18+)

Bayverse!Michelangelo x reader

A short fun one, and to step further into my smut writing.

Your friend did this to her boyfriend, and now you do it to Mikey. Enjoy!🧡

Warnings: Cracky smut, spelling.

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You had wanted to do it, ever since your friend told you about it on a girls night out. It was a hilarious and absolutely amazing idea. And you were pretty sure Michelangelo would think so too. And you were pretty sure that your fun loving boyfriend would have an even better reaction than the one of your friends.

When you got down to the lair, you didn’t tell Mikey much other than you wanted to try something. Your orange clad boyfriend had looked questionable at you. He was sitting on the floor in the lair, in the middle of a very important video game, and you wanted to try something out that couldn’t wait until later.

“But baby! I’m about to break my record!”, he wailed, tapping away on his controller.

“But Mikeeey”, you wailed back biting back a smile. “I really want to do this”.

“But what is it?”, he laughed back, finding your begging somewhat adorable.

“I can’t tell you”, you whispered leaning against his shoulder while holding onto his bicep.

“Why not?”, he asked, flexing his bicep a little just to tease.

“Because I just can’t”, you said, before leaning closer to where his ear would be. “Not here”.

That was the moment Mikey caught on. He looked from you to his brother that were all doing their own things around the lair.

“Okay”, Mikey smiled a little smugly, turning his video game off. “Where then?”

“I don’t know”, you said as you began tracing his muscles with your fingers, looking at him through your lashes. “Your bedroom maybe?”

Oh, Mikey liked where this was going.

He leaned in closer to you, his face mere centimeters from yours. “Will you tell me in my bedroom?”

“Maybe”, you said, hugging onto his arm. “Or maybe I’ll show you in there”.

Mikey was on. He absolutely loved when you were being needy for him like that. Acting innocent, as if telling him out loud what you wanted would cause something bad to happen.

He let you lead the way, but not without grabbing your ass a few times along the way, causing you to yelp. It wasn’t his fault that you sounded so amazing when you did that. And with an ass like that, you couldn’t expect him not to. He loved your body and every sound you would make, so obviously he would enjoy himself with both.

As soon as both of you were inside of Mikey’s room, your boyfriend was quick to lock the door. If you were going to try something new with him, he definitely wouldn’t let anybody interrupt you.

You almost didn’t have time to turn towards your boyfriend, before his lips were on your mouth and his hands were sneaking around your waist, to grab your ass and pull you close. You laughed into the kiss, just Mikey turned his head further to the right, causing the two of you to deepen the kiss. One of your hands found their way around Mikey’s neck, while the other rested on his platron. Mikey moved one hand from your ass to your face, before letting it sneak into your hair. He gave your hair a slight tug, causing you to let out a small gasp. Mikey used this as an opportunity to let his tongue creep into your mouth, causing you to laugh slightly again.

Your make out session continued for a short while, before the two of you pulled back for air. Mikey leaned his forehead against yours, before letting his hands pull at the bottom of your shirt.

“So, what did you want to try, angelcakes?” You bit your lip, before pulling Mikey with you towards the bed. You motioned for him to sit down, which he did happily, watching you with his blown out pupils.

He watched as you got down on your knees between his legs, before putting your hair with a hair tie you had around your wrist. Mikey's eyes started lighting up in realization. You had given Mikey blowjobs several times before, and each time Mikey had enjoyed them thoroughly. So Mikey could only dream of what you wanted to try, and how amazing it would feel.

Mikey leaned back, as you started to kiss over the waistline of his pants, low churring erupting from his chest. His breathing became heavier as you slowly started pulling down his pants and underwear, his erection springing free from its confines. You couldn’t help but giggle. Mikey had always been prone to drop quickly, causing you to feel a boost of pride each and every time.

You started to kiss the area around his erection, causing Mikey to slip out a breathy moan.

“Fuck yeah angelcakes, you know what to do”, Mikey breathed out with a lazy smile, watching closely as you lightly took his shaft in your right hand. “You always know what to do”.

Before Mikey even registered that you in fact didn’t take his penis into your mouth, you gave his head a few times soft taps with your other hand, causing Mikey to jolt a bit, before speaking into it like a mic.

“Hello? Is it on?”

It didn’t take long for Michelangelo to realize what you had just said and done. He fell back, holding his stomach in laughter.

After regaining his senses, Mikey sat back up to look at you, with tears of laughter in his eyes.

“Was that what you wanted to try?”

“Yes”, you nodded laughing, still holding your boyfriend's hard dick in your hand.

“Oh my god”, Mikey laughed. “My girlfriend is a comedic genius!”

“So, what do you think?”, you asked, stroking him ever so slightly.

Mikey’s breathing became heavy once more, his low churr vibrating from his chest as a smug smile grew on his lips once more. “I think you should drop that shirt and start sucking my dick before I start fucking you like I’m in heat”.

Well, it’s fair to say that your idea worked on Mikey like a charm.

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evanspresso · 2 years

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First I Love you

Islands in the Stream plays on the record player while Evan sips on his steaming cup of coffee on the couch in her living room.

Y/n is humming along to the lyrics, her hips swaying as best they can since she’s sitting in her squeaky wooden chair. This perks Evan's ears making his eyes blink in her direction, the warm atmosphere makes his heart squeeze tight and burst from the seams.

The vanilla ice cream with caramel chunks makes y/n hum at the goodness of the sweet dessert. She sings along quietly, she’s timid for him to hear her even though he repeatedly tells her to never be shy around him.

“You do something to me that I can’t explain hold me closer and I feel no pain. Every beat of my heart we got something…”

Her lips purse together when she feels Evan's strong arms wrap around her shoulders, she giggles once he pecks her cheek over and over, his smile feels so soft against her cheek. Evan pulls back with a content sigh, she holds up her spoon up towards his lips.

“Keep singing, please” he encourages.

“Want a taste?” She avoids his request causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

“Thought you’d never ask”

Evan sighs dramatically taking a bite of the ice cream. Y/n raises her eyebrows and rests her head back against his chest.

They stay quiet for a moment just enjoying the feeling of each other in the quiet moment of the evening that they created, locked away from the world.

Evan feels safe and he feels happy. Evan decides then that it’s time to tell her. He's not sure how and it feels like he has never given his heart to anyone like this before. His palms are clammy, his chest starts to tighten as he watches her expression turn playful while she watches his chest puff up like he's about to cliff dive. She’s sweeter than honey and he lovers her.

“I love you” he decides to spill. He says it with force, it’s loud enough to hear over the music and he feels y/n freeze her jaw as she swallows off the spoon of ice cream.

She squirms around and Evan lets go of his hold on her. She turns her whole body to face his, he’s standing tall and she feels herself shrink at his towering stance and the candles around her small apartment illuminate his figure. She stands up quickly realizing the silence around them and she knows he is probably feeling so shy, you’d never think he would be, but she knows him too well.

“I love you” They both giggle at her reaction, she wraps her arms around him as he shows his pearly whites.

“Sorry… I- I couldn’t speak for a second. You make me nervous sometimes” she admits.

“You make me nervous too… funny after all this time, huh?”

“Mhm” she hugs him tighter.

“I love you, I love you, I love you” he whispers before kissing her hair.

#evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #Evan peters #Evan Peters blurb #tate langdon x reader #jimmy darling x reader #peter maximoff imagine #kyle spencer imagine #evan peters fluff #kai anderson #kai Anderson imagine #kit walker #kit walker imagine #mr march imagine #mr march #mr gallant #mr gallant imagine #evan peters smut

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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sf9 + drunkenly flirting with them in front of the members

Youngbin ❧ He’s flushed pink, both from the liquor in his system and the way you’re trying to seduce him. The presence of his members does little to help, but perhaps it’s not all that inconvenient. It makes something in him come alive. He knows you. He knows that you’d be mortified in the morning when Inseong would no doubt join you as soon as he woke up to show you the video he took of you flirting with your boyfriend, voice slurred and leaning into his side heavily. And he knows you’d then start apologizing and barely look him in the eye thinking he was embarrassed by your behavior. That’s the thing though. The members are here and he is their leader, and while not one to take advantage of the role he was given, this is one situation where he will make an exception. Perhaps that’s why his friend only chuckles before turning his screen towards Youngbin to show him that not only he stopped recording, he also deleted the file. There’s soft laughter to be heard around the room, fond as much as it is teasing. They can tease him all they want, but you will be protected. He turns back to you, still cooing about how handsome he is. He leans closer, throwing a compliment right back at you. The stars in your eyes as you realize your flirting is working is worth every not-so-quiet whipped that he hears and no doubt will hear in the days to come.

Inseong ❧ He’s used to it, he’s fine with it. He’s long since accepted and grew comfortable with occasionally making himself the fool for the entertainment of others. Besides, his priority is always you, and if you want to whisper into his ear and blush and giggle as if you were confessing the dirtiest wishes, then so be it. He humors you, gasping and averting his eyes in mock shyness and embarrassment. The others would have told you to get a room a long time ago if they didn’t know better. It’s not dirty fantasies you’re so secretly murmuring into Inseong’s ear. I think my Spotify is broken. You’re not listed in the hottest singles. That one makes him chuckle for real, and he considers acting offended because hey, he really is on spotify and he is not in the hottest singles. However, he knows how easily your mood can flip in your intoxicated state and he doesn’t want to cause you distress. It’s getting late anyway. And so instead he informs you, a conspiratorial smirk on his lips, that it’s because he’s not single. Before the confusion on your face can turn into hurt, he kisses you slowly, sharing the catch - you’re the reason he’s not single, and do you maybe want to go home with him? You agree and get up before he can assure you he only cares about your safety. As he helps you into your coat, the boys impatiently demand to know which terrible horrible pick up line has done it today. He grumbles his response, whining that they need to work hard this year so you can’t use it ever again.

Jaeyoon ❧ He wants to pay his undivided attention to making sure you’re alright, but it’s near impossible with the way you keep not-so-subtly checking him out. He’s told you to be careful with how much you drink and apparently he should’ve also told Zuho. Maybe then he could avoid this mess. Jaeyoon makes a mental note to never let you talk and wine with the other man again. What’s worse is that now everyone is staring at both of you, in various states of intoxication and loudness, as you practically drape yourself over Jaeyoon and start cooing at him about how handsome he is. He feels his cheeks heat up while you’re apparently smitten with his smile. At least with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist he can steady you and make sure you’re not bumping into every single piece of furniture. It feels good to have your attention solely on him, to know that even when your mind is altered he’s the only one you want. It makes him soft, much softer than he cares to admit. What’s less endearing is that you refuse to leave his side - ‘i’m not taking any chances, you’re too hot’ - and so you need to shout to converse with the others. All the noise gets too much, and soon whoever wants to talk to you or Jaeyoon needs to come closer. You cling to him more, squeezing yourself against him. His chest puffs out in pride. Everyone must’ve underestimated your attraction to him - whoever teases either of you gets an earful about why Jaeyoon apparently is the only man ever, and he couldn’t love you more.

Dawon ❧ It’s getting worse by the second. You’re flirting - he should have known your tolerance wouldn’t be the same as his - and your hand is on his thigh and the members are looking and cheering for him and he’s lost. He really should’ve tried drinking with you before allowing you to meet the members under these circumstances. Now he doesn’t know what to do and it’s not a good feeling. He hasn’t drunk that much but maybe he could feign feeling sick? Only as soon as he starts getting up you’re pulling on the sleeve of his shirt. You’re pouting, the cute pout you always do when you want something and that makes him cave every time. He hears some chuckles about how cute you are and - “Yeah, that’s my cute baby” he coos at you, sitting right back down. Your eyes sparkle as he stretches his arm on the back of the couch behind you and you lean into him almost immediately. As if he could leave you here with these animals. Who knows what embarrassing stories they’d tell you, he does a pretty good job of ruining his idol image in front of you himself, thank you very much. Or worse yet, maybe they’d steal your attention away. He wouldn’t blame you, you’re intoxicated and his members are handsome. Yet when he does have to leave to use the bathroom, he returns to you pouting once more. Taeyang obviously wants to talk to you but you look like you’re about to kick his ass for trying. Apparently Sanghyuk doesn’t have to worry at all.

Zuho ❧ He doesn’t mean to be hurting your feelings, really not. But you’re adorable and he’s shy. He’s surrounded by people most dear to him and everyone is having the time of their life so forgive him if he’s feeling just a little out of his mind. You cross your arms over your chest as he laughs at yet another of your attempts at seducing him. You’re doing such a good job and you don’t even know it. He leans into your personal space, the smile still on his lips and it grows bigger as you lower your gaze. From the corner of his eye he can see Sanghyuk dramatically reaching for the bowl of popcorn. He cups your cheek as he reminds you that you’re already together and there’s no need for that - that there hasn’t been a time when he didn’t want you to be his. His mind reels when in the next second you smirk and poke his cheek, telling him that you know that but you want him right now in a voice low enough for the onlookers to whine about not having caught that. Not to mention that their curiosity only grows seeing Zuho’s wide eyes and shocked expression. He did not expect that. Lowkey panicking, he scans the faces of his members if they indeed are oblivious to the words that left your mouth. It seems so, just like it seems you won’t be patient for much longer. Maybe it’s best to end the night here.

Rowoon ❧ Your shyness around him now is a faint blush, maybe a second of your gaze being averted from under the scrutiny of his eyes. Finally you’ve reached a stage in your relationship where you’re comfortable with each other. So perhaps he shouldn’t feel warmth spread through his chest as the tips of your ears turn red and your giggles carry that sweetness of genuine bashfulness. And yet you still try your best to charm him. Quiet flirtatious whispers meet his ears and he leans closer to you with each of them. The noise in the background is insignificant and the eight pairs of eyes watching you too. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this, since he’s thought back to when you started dating. His chest is tight and eyes soft, and really it’s almost exactly like back then- He’s about to start leaning in when a hand falls on his shoulder, startling him. Both of you jump in surprise, creating some distance between you like two teenagers caught doing something improper. Here goes the teasing, and the blush is disappearing from your cheeks as you start bickering with his friends. Yet he remains smitten, eyes insistent on watching you. You’ve put a spell on him. And then you turn, your eyes meet. Ah, there’s the blush spreading again… You smile at him and he’s gone.

Yoo Taeyang ❧ You push and he pushes right back. Having cornered you away from the prying eyes, Taeyang feels more at ease. You’re cute with your cheeks flushed red and eyes slightly out of focus as you flirt with him. Call him selfish, but this isn’t a sight meant for the eyes of anyone but him. Besides with a wall behind your back and to your side, plus him in front of you and his arm around your waist, you can sway all you want but you’re safe. No falling, no tripping over your own feet. He keeps a glass of water nearby and sometimes he makes you work for his attention, for his own flirty responses, and makes you drink water before giving you what you want. Call him antisocial, but he sees the guys every day and you’re his person. He needs to take care of you first. And since he’s not going to get away from this situation with a new bunch of things Dawon will tease him for no matter what he does, he can at least make sure you won’t suffer the same fate. He sees the moment the alcohol begins catching up with you and you respond more and more slowly. If you realize that now he’s just coaxing you to stay awake until you get to the car, without any implications of behavior improper for a public space, you don’t respond with more than a loving smile. And if he notices that you cling to him, yet seem more wary of his members as you say your goodbyes and it gets his heart racing in his chest, well, that’s only for him to know.

Hwiyoung ❧ He can feel all eight pairs of eyes on the two of you. Worse yet, he can hear the guys teasing and cooing, and he knows there’s a flush to his face and neck that has nothing to do with the two shots and half a bottle of beer that he’s been nursing the whole evening. He moves in his spot so that at least he can cover you with his body. A purely gentlemanly gesture meant to protect you from their curious eyes, and his selfish desire to guard you and keep you all to himself in this vulnerable state. What Youngkyun isn’t expecting is for you to grab his collar and pull him close as you walk backwards until you’re against the wall and he knows he’s red red. The wolf whistles in the background do nothing to help and he could almost cry with relief when Rowoon tells them to calm down even as he’s laughing himself. And when your hands slide down his chest to his waist, Youngkyun’s a goner. His brain shuts down. The way you’re looking at him should be forbidden outside of your bedroom. He really doesn’t know what to do. A breathy chuckle spills from his lips, a reflex to hide his embarrassment. It saves his life, though. Your face breaks out in a bright smile at the sound and suddenly you’re hugging him tight. He’s confused, but honestly you’re finally acting like yourself and not like any little touch will make you drag him to the bedroom and he couldn’t be more grateful.

Chani ❧ He realizes that he made a mistake the moment the words leave his mouth. He groans, quickly picking up another breadstick and shoving it in your mouth. You glare at him, chewing and trying to pout at the same time. Apparently the line you prepared and didn’t get a chance to say was a good one. One ice cold look of his is enough to shut up the others and their whines of wanting to hear what you had to say. You wildly gesture towards them, expressing your support, only getting Chani’s eye roll in response. It’s bad enough to be the youngest and be in a relationship, but this is a nightmare. Maybe you’ll sober up if he keeps feeding you though. He realizes that you’ve been quiet since that last snack and so he turns to you. The sight has him sighing. You look so dejected he feels a little bad. And so he leans closer to you, motioning for you to whisper to him what you had to say before. You perk up and do. To be fair, it’s the corniest line he’s ever heard. At the same time, you look so proud of yourself he allows himself a little smile and a quick peck to your cheek. He can blame it on the alcohol later. Or sooner, since his older brothers begin demanding kisses too. But it seems your intoxicated self is not only much cheesier than your sober self, you’re also more protective. He doesn’t protest when you all but wrap yourself around him. Maybe he’ll blame that on the booze too.

#sf9 #sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 fluff #sf9 x reader #requested

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Hello, not sure if this ok but I'll give it a shot.

Wednesday prompt? Follow up?

So, that prompt of Alec loosing his memories and the poison/drug fear one mention how there are things Alec wanted or longer for but never allowed himself to reach or even dream about them, just stopping himself because it just couldn't be done, at least that's how I got it.

Would you mind expand on something like that, perhaps a conversation between Magnus and Alec where he finally let's himself think about what he would have chosen for himself given the chance, what he would still like to try that was just a passing thought before being thrown and locked away?

oh this is more than okay! i'm very much on board with followups (i get a lot of prompts for them) and i'll let you know if I can't fill something, so you're more than welcome to send in a prompt even if you're not sure. if i can't fill it, i'll just offer for you to send in a different one :)

this actually ended up being a little longer and more bittersweet/wistful than I meant but Magnus makes it all better!!! so I hope you enjoy it <3

lumine

I wanted to study the stars.” Alexander admits after Magnus has taken him away from the Institute to their loft and the rooftop garden where Magnus can wrap them both in magic and tuck Alexander away.

“Oh?” Magnus tries to wait him out, wondering just what else a young Alexander dreamed of.

“They were so brilliant, so bright. I thought they were angels at first, Raziel and his kind watching over us.” Alexander’s voice fades to a wistful sigh, “my father thought it was idiotic. That it was a waste of my time and intelligence to be so dreamy. When I tried to learn astronomy, he insisted there were better things to do and so I’ve only ever learned the basics. What every hunter knows for navigation.”

Magnus grits his teeth because of course Alexander doesn’t have a single wish or memory or hope that’s not tarnished and diminished by his reprehensible kin. Magnus kisses Alexander’s brow with pursed lips, hiding away how much he wants to break the world to heal Alexander’s wounded heart.

“I’ll take you anywhere, beloved.” Magnus murmurs, “I’ll show you the night sky stretched far across the plains of the quietest deserts. I’ll show you the view of a mountain where it feels like you can reach out and touch the constellations. We’ll sit above the clouds and watch as the galaxy herself stretches out above us.”

Magnus knows every constellation and more stars than the mundanes have recorded. It is no hardship to introduce Alexander to every delight possible.

Alexander hums, but he seems lost in his thoughts and while it’s clear he appreciates the sentiment, he’s settled into an old melancholy.

“I wanted a cat.” He finally whispers like this is his deepest, “something small to protect that would love me. I thought, if I took good care of it, surely it would love me. Would comfort me in return, would let me hold it and hide my tears in its fur.” There’s a deep pain and Magnus remembers something he’s forgotten, put out of his mind as unimportant. A trivial task beneath him that he had never thought to question.

“There was one that used to hangout by the Institute, small, scraggly. It looked like it had tried to attack a demon with its face and lost.” Alexander laughs wetly, “when I tried to keep it. My parents had the Institute warded against pests they called it, distractions, a weakness. Because I had better things to do than play at being a child, I was training to be a weapon. A soldier for the clave and a way to restore their honor. As if the weight of a traitor can be redeemed on the back of a child.”

Magnus backtracks, because this is not going how he had hoped and it’s clear he’s pressing too soon. Alexander needs rest, not to think about these things when he’s still so raw from the poison and Alec can’t set that boundary himself. Not when he’s so tender and his wounds so exposed.

“Sayang.” Magnus soothes and he pulls Alexander into his lap, cuddles close and presses their foreheads together. “I will listen. I will hear it all, but rest, first?” When Alexander only shudders, Magnus dares to add a spark of magic to his lips and pulls back, whispering, “for me, my love? I cannot bear to see you in such pain when I cannot soothe it.”

And Alexander looks up, awe and pain battling as they always do when he’s surprised by the magnitude of Magnus’ love and protectiveness. Then he leans forward, accepting the kiss of slumber, licking the magic into his own mouth until his breathing settles and he relaxes, no longer tense and in pain.

The magic will keep his dreams at bay and Magnus doesn’t carry him to their room. Instead, he creates a rocking canopy bed and lifts Alexander to it, before lying next to him. It sways in the magical breeze he's created, and he throws out magic, turning the sky above them dark and full of stars. To guide Alexander in his rest and comfort him should he wake.

—

Magnus waits until the afternoon, when Alexander has slept a magically induced twelve hours and is groggily finishing his meal.

Alexander is slower today, not from pain or an injury but from the exhaustion of his very soul and being. There is little enjoyment while he eats, a listlessness that persists even though he does grace Magnus with a wane smile when Magnus summons his favorites.

It’s appalling and Magnus wants to reach out and crack away the pain, tear it off of his boy and destroy it so the memories no longer haunt him, but it won’t help. It’s not what Alexander wants or needs.

And Magnus, he has his own guilt to admit, and he reaches out, palm open and waiting on the table but he says, “wait.” When Alexander automatically reaches out to take it. “I have an apology to make to you, my heart.” Magnus murmurs and his entire chest hurts from the worry and guilt he feels, “I was the warlock who your parents hired to keep animals away from the Institute. At the time, I thought the task beneath me, was more indignant that curious of their reasoning.”

Alexander is blinking at him and then his expression turns wry, a subdued but still sincere laugh blesses Magnus’ ears as he shakes his head.

“Magnus, I figured that out ages ago. I’ve never blamed you; it would have been the height of stupidity to even consider putting the blame on you. It was my parents’ choice and their money and their orders. You accepted a job, the consequences of the outcomes aren’t yours to bear, okay?”

Magnus nods, relief soothing the pricks of shame that he’s felt ever since he realized he contributed to Alexander’s pain, intentional or not.

“I—” Magnus hesitates, and Alexander takes his palm, tightly tangling their fingers together before he brings it up and brushes a kiss to Magnus’ knuckles. Magnus’ eyelashes flutter and he sighs, “I don’t want to overstep, darling.”

He opens his eyes to see a teasing, pointed look and Magnus rolls his eyes. “Alright, I rarely care, however in this case. I wish to treat you how you deserve, give you the time you need. Would you like to go somewhere with me? And if you hate it, we’ll leave and not talk about it until you want to?”

Alexander nods, always so quick to hand over his trust and heart to Magnus.

Magnus portals them as soon as they’re ready and he keeps his hands over Alexander’s eyes, already having set it up. They get to the room and Alexander’s breath hitches as his ears pick up the sounds inside.

Magnus takes away his hands, brushing Alexander’s face and neck and then holding his shoulders, a steady presence against his boy’s back.

“Say the word, and we’ll leave.” Magnus promises, quiet and sincere and soft as he only ever is for his heart, “but we can stay, and you can decide.”

Alexander lets out a broken, hoarse sob and turns, burying his head in Magnus’ chest as Magnus pets his back and plans just how to terrorize Robert Lightwood.

Surely no one would notice if he lost a limb or two.

As for Maryse, despite her turning of a leaf, Magnus finds that it will be a magical eclipse, the likes of which haven’t been seen in over two hundred years before he lets her step foot in their home again. They’ll go to her, but until Magnus is sure it’s completely safe, that the bad memories won’t be brought up, she’ll not invade the sanctuary Magnus has created for his beloved.

“I want—” Alexander finally manages to say, “Magnus, can I really?”

“Of course.” Magnus promises, instead of teasing because now isn’t the time.

Alexander pulls away but keeps one hand locked with Magnus’ own and then he looks over the room with a gentle, heartbreaking awe.

Around them, the shelter is filled with quiet snores and soft meows and the jingle of bells being batted. Alexander seems overwhelmed as he slowly sits, spreading out his long legs and leaning back when Magnus sits behind him, bracing Alexander, surrounding him.

“They’re so small.” Alexander whispers in awe when the first and bravest of cats approaches. It’s orange and white, half an ear missing and a freckle on its nose and Alexander coos like he’s never seen something so precious or darling.

Magnus tightens his grip as he watches Alexander reach out, fingers trembling in a way that he’s never seen, even when Alexander had to stitch himself together with magical thread because Magnus’ hands were too busy and full of magic, holding avalanche off of them.

Alexander seems more shocked by the contact when his fingers finally brush the cat’s face than the feline. It startles a bit, head tilting and then it steps closer, chin tilting up and catching on Alexander’s fingertips in a clear demand.

It is with wonder that Alexander slowly acquiesces to the demands and as other cats’ approach, all of them are interested and curious in the soft, gentle presence that Alexander is projecting to them.

Magnus thinks that perhaps, he’ll only need to destroy half of the world.

And figure out how to create a magical litter box.

#writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #lumine writes #my fanfics #my ficlets

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spacequokka · 1 year

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Pairing: ceo!Jongin x journalist!Reader Genre: CEO AU Rating: T for language Summary: You confront him and find you might have bitten off more than you can chew. Word Count: 1.6k 😭 he said fuck a drabble Warnings: invasion of personal space with no clear consent as well as a kiss, ends on a cliffhanger because I'm putting the smut in its own post, they low-key admit to stalking each other, it's a messy situation but I promised i'd share so here we are.

If it hadn’t been for the flash of headlights when he unlocked his car, you wouldn’t have spotted him. Your source swore on his mother’s grave the rumor was true, that he’d seen it himself, and now you owed him five hundred bucks. All in the name of journalism.

One of the more infamous Kims, Jongin was a master of deception. He avoided the paparazzi with ease and turned down all attempts to interview him. But not tonight, not this time. You double checked your recorder was ready and left your hiding spot in the shadows.

“Mr. Kim!” You jogged over, careful not to touch his shiny Maserati lest he accuse you of vandalism on top of harassment. “Fancy seeing you out this late. Got a minute?”

He looked around bewildered until his gaze landed on you and his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. “Whatever it is the answer’s ‘no’, ‘no comment’, or ‘fuck off.’”

��Tell me something I don’t know,” you muttered as you scrambled to put yourself between him and the driver’s door. “Like what you’re doing here at Oh Sehun’s penthouse at,” you checked your watch, “two in the morning. Wow. Kinda late for any business meetings, isn’t it?” You looked up at him with a smirk. “But then again, aren’t you two ‘sworn rivals’ who refuse to work together?”

“Get out of my way before I call the police.” His voice was monotone, utterly bored even though the show had barely started. “I’ll make sure to have my attorney contact your boss about personal space and stalking.”

“Look, I’ll cut the shit if you do to the same.” You shifted your weight to your other leg as you pulled out a stack of polaroids your source had given you. “It looks like some secret love affair between rivals, but I know better. I’ve seen the numbers after these little visits. Tell me you two aren’t secretly working together to maximize your company’s profits.”

He blinked a few times. “What?”

“Stock manipulation is fraud, Kim. This is so close to insider trading I can smell the SEC crawling out of their sewer hole.” You palmed the recorder hidden in your pocket, reassuring yourself you could do it. You could go in for the kill. “All I have to do is turn in my findings and they’ll jump at the chance to bring you both down. Imagine what it’ll do to your company, your reputation.”

He was quiet as he processed your words, eyes still focused on you. You could almost see the gears in his head turning. When he spoke, his voice was low, just above a whisper that you weren’t sure would pick up on your recorder. “Are you sure you want to go that route?”

The threat left you uneasy, but it wasn’t unexpected. You knew this could happen given who he was and the money he had at his disposal. “Are you? I admit, I’m just one person. If I disappear there’s not many who’d miss me. But once the accusation’s out there, no one will ever let you forget it, especially with the evidence I’ve gathered.”

He blinked a few times as his head slowly tilted to the side. It was possible he’d get violent. You weren’t even sure he was unarmed. You’d had the sense to send a backup of your files to your coworker, Minhee, along with a scheduled email to your supervisor, but you hadn’t processed that meant you wouldn’t see either of them again. A slow smirk curved his lips and he took a step forward into your personal space.

“You’re so brave, you know that?” He put a hand on top of his car over your shoulder and leaned in. “And so smart. Anyone else would keep their distance and make wild assumptions, but not you. Oh, no. You were a good girl and had to be thorough.” One of his cold fingertips traced your cheek. “I have to admit, I admire that level of dedication.”

The switch in his demeanor was sudden. It felt like your head was actually spinning. “I’m sorry?”

“You don’t get to where I am without knowing everyone, _____. And I’ve known about you for a while now.” He reached into your pocket, closed his hand around yours, and pressed stop on the recorder. “I’ve heard all about your exceptional detective work, about your award winning articles, and your addiction to danger.” He bit his bottom lip. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Mindfuck couldn’t even begin to cover your mental state at the moment. All you could do was nod dumbly.

He leaned against you, slotting his thigh between yours, and said, “This is the most trouble I’ve ever gone through to get closer to someone.” His fingers lightly traced over your coat before settling on your waist. “Will you make it worth my time?”

You blinked away the stupor and leaned back to look up, bringing your faces mere inches away from each other. “I’m not stupid enough to fall for your schemes. I know what I saw and what I’ve found.”

He nodded. “And I know people who can hack networks and databases and manipulate the information you find. I know your most trusted source would say anything for the right amount of money. For fuck’s sake, I’m the king of the fashion industry. If anyone knows how to set the stage, it’s me.” His hands moved up to your waist and gently pulled you back to him. “Everything you think you know is all a part of my show.”

For the first time since you’d stepped out that night, you felt the cold. The chill seeped through your gloves and boots and into your skin, right down to the bone. “B-bullshit. You’re full of—”

“I could be, sure. You’re more than welcome to file a report. Go public and tell the world how I’m a wolf in sheep’s skin. My PR team and lawyers will have it all swept away by the time you go to sleep.” He shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better. I won’t hold it against you. As long as you’ll reward me for working so hard.”

You put a hand on his chest with barely enough push behind it to keep him from getting closer. “Reward you? How would I—”

“Come home with me, pretty girl.” His voice dropped to a murmur as his thigh moved higher. “Just give me one night. Need to see you spread out on my bed, tangled in my sheets. Gotta know how you taste, what sounds you make.”

You grabbed his arms and squeezed. “You want me to believe you risked your reputation just to get me in bed? That’s outrageous!”

The lust in his eyes gave way to a confused frown. “I take it flattery doesn’t do it for you?”

“Not when it’s obvious bullshit. I’ll take my chances.” You pushed a little harder and he took a step back, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks to adjust them. Popping a boner to sell his story was a bit much, but maybe he was really committed to the lie. You’d heard of stories of millionaires getting into kinky, stupid shit because they were bored and could wipe their ass with money. If this wasn’t some clever way to cover his ass and keep the SEC out of his business, it was entirely possible he’d really orchestrated everything. But for you? Nah.

Unless…

“Can you prove it?” It took a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes and not shy away. “Can you prove everything you’ve done? To trick me, I mean. Prove to me you’re not committing fraud.”

That smile returned. “Of course. I accounted for your skepticism, and since I was already leaving a trail for you to follow, made a backup on a flash drive. Of course, that’s at my place.” His eyes trailed down your body and back up. “It’s just a short ride from here.”

“You want me to follow you to your place?” You poked a thumb in the direction of your car.

He shook his head. “It’d be much easier if you just rode with me.” He gestured to his car. “Just hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

You threw up your hands. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it here and be done with it! Or let me go home so you can pay someone else to do it.”

“I already told you. How many other ways do I need to spell it out for you?” He took a step forward. “I’ve had my eyes on you.” Another step. “And l want you bad enough to go through all this trouble,” he caged you up against his car, “just to get you right here, just like this. I wanna kiss you so bad, pretty girl. Bet you taste better than I imagine. The innocent ones always do.”

He leaned in and you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t ignore the growing spark of desire he’d ignited. His lips were cold, but the way he moaned upon contact with yours was enough to forget the sensation. His hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as he ghosted his lips over your mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue left a chill over your bottom lip before he pulled away.

“Don’t make me get on my knees and beg, baby. Get in the car.”

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slytherinshua · 8 days

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IN THE ZONE

genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. doy x fem!reader. wc. 514. request. no. a/n. the brainrot is so insane help me 😭😭😭

“There you are!” You exclaimed in relief, making your way over to the table your boyfriend was sitting on, legs crossed, his oversized hoodie covering his head. He turned slightly at the sound of your voice, pulling one earbud out of his ear.

“I was looking for you everywhere— I went into every single room, even the dance studios and the bathroom!” You rambled, a small frown on your face which Doeui found absolutely adorable in the moment. He stared at you, his wide eyes overflowing with love at the thought that you were so determined to find him even though it was almost 2 am now. He realized he had promised to go home with you nearly 3 hours ago. He should’ve kept a better track of the time, because now a pit of guilt was forming in his stomach at the thought of you waiting up just for him.

“I’m sorry, I was just… in the zone, you know?” He mumbled quietly. Even though you were the only people still at the company building, it felt wrong to make any amount of noise given how late it was. The lights in the studio were dimmed as well, further reminding you both how late it was.

“I know. I didn’t want to disturb you while you were creating masterpieces.” You smiled, resting your hands on his knees as he still sat on the table. You leaned up and pecked his lips, letting a soft giggle escape later.

Doeui’s lips turned up, his eyes forming soft crescents, “They’re not masterpieces. At least not yet.”

“But they will be.” You argued, and your boyfriend didn’t have the heart to deny it. He loved how much you loved his songs; even if he played them for you while they were still just beats and a few rough recordings of the melody. You were always so eager to hear what he was making in the studio.

You liked to keep him company sometimes, but you hated to be a distraction, so you would often leave him to work on his own as well. It was hard to stay in the same room as your boyfriend for 3 hours without some type of skinship. But you both know simple cheek kisses would completely break his concentration (you definitely hadn’t learned from experience).

“Are you tired?” He asked, leaning forward as you leant back a bit. He dropped his legs from their criss-cross position and wrapped them around you to bring you back to him.

“Only a little. Show me what you worked on?” You were so close to him that your breath hit his lips, and while Doeui would love to show you the love songs he had been writing (for you), he’d much rather close the little distance between you two.

“In a sec.” He promised, eyes falling close when he pulled you the rest of the way towards him, finding your soft lips on his. Doeui sighed at the feeling— hours of not kissing you, no matter how productive they had been, were far less satisfying.

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slashingdisneypasta · 9 months

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Been nursing an Inkubus scenario a chunk of the day SO decided to slide it your way 😎 (apologies in advanced if it comes out jumbled and nonsensical 🙏🏻)

So the basic premise is that Ink has been pursuing Y/N for a little while but they haven't entirely budged on the idea of going out with him for one reason or another (gosh I wonder why)

Of course, persistent bastard that he is, Inkubus has not given up on his quest. So one time when he and Y/N run into each other, he's really laying on the charm, saying how he promises to make sure Y/N has a great time, etc etc.

At this point, figure he's holding eye contact with Y/N, maybe even adds the sly move of stroking his thumb along their cheek or chin.

Of course his magic would be aiding in the obvious tension in the air, and perhaps this time around, Y/N is caught a little off guard with things and falters just a little bit.

And of course by "falters", I mean that the tension and everything get the best of Y/N for just a few minutes, and they lean towards Inkubus almost as if they're about to kiss him....

And then they snap back to reality and come back to their senses, give him a quick shove away and then quickly run off 😂

Inkubus did not win this time around.

THIS MADE ME COMBUST.

First of all though- I love your use of the word 'quest' XDD Inkubus do I look like a holy grail, to you?-

Also 'run into each other'. Montana we both know if it involved Inkubus it was most certainly NOT a coincidence XDD But oh lord that man would tooootally go oh Y/N! fancy seeing you here... on your street... truly, a pleasant surprise. Or fate? Hm?

So- how was your doctors appointment? Did Dr Sherman have good news?

And you're just standing there like =_= how did you get my medical records

SECOND OF ALL!- I had to write you a little something for this amazing idea, of my lord. I hope you like this and it helps with your period! ^^

The middle of the street is a precarious place to stand, even in the middle of the night when their aren't any cars around, but right now under the street lamp with mere inches between you and this demon- you almost feel comfortable.

Which is completely insane, but somehow he always makes you feel Like That. How?? You don't know. He has a cheeky, manipulative Quality. Or evil magic. Either way-

And has this man gotten even more charming?? Has he gotten even more handsome?? Or is it that look in his eye right now? Like you're exactly what he wants. All that he wants. And he'll try everything he can think of to get you- and he can think of a lot. He's very old, and very clever, and his moral code is... 'relaxed'.

Not that he's been sinister with you so far- no, instead he's been completely honest as well as devilishly endearing and, at times, funny.

So far though, up until this moment at least with his heated devils-eyes locked on yours and his hand on your face, his thumb on your lip and a smirk on his, you've managed to resist. Sure, there has been a definite part of you that wanted him, but he's evil. And getting mixed up with him, Inkubus, could only mean trouble.

"I promise, dear, I swear to you; If you'd only let me, I would show you an evening wilder then your dizziest daydreams, hm? I'll take you anywhere. I'll get you anything. All I ask for, is your lovely company. Don't worry, I wont take you for too long... couple of hours... " He shrugs, a glimmer of mischief apparent as his grin widens. "Well, unless you ask, to stay."

... But god right now your legs feel weak, as your fingers clutch at his coat. Your head feels fuzzy staring back at him, listening to him. And your body feels burning hot like you're wearing way too many clothes-

Parting your lips and dampening them with your tongue, you attempt to say something. Reject him once again, maybe. "Uh... I... " But nothing comes out. Instead you only find yourself sneaking the tiniest bit closer to him, taking a deep breath. Your eyelids are falling almost-closed, and you can feel his breath on your lips, and- "... well... " ... maybe... maybe... just an hour couldn't hur-

Just as soon as you see the glimmer of mischief turn into a forest fire, you come to your senses. Wait!-

"Hold on- Absolutely not!" You exclaim, pushing Inkubus off you; Face burning hot still, heart beating rapidly still, but otherwise coming to your senses. Oh god oh god that was close!- "Hey! Don't use your pwers against me like that!"

Inkubus is smirking fully now, frustratingly amused as he raises his hands on either side of his head. "I'm afraid I didn't do anything, then, my dear~ That was our pure natural chemistry- mostly. Hm, and you were so convinced we didn't have any of that, huh~... Interesting, don't you think?... "

... You refuse. No. You refuse!! to believe it. He has to be messing with you. He must have used some kind of aphrodisiac spell. Instead of arguing, though, because just looking at him is putting you at risk of losing your senses all over again even now, you turn on your heel and start once again down the street towards your house. "Nope. No- N-Bye!"

His voice is full of smugness. "You cant hide from this, Y/N~ "

Let me try! "Yes I can!!" You call back, crossing your arms, trying desperately to push the idea of kissing that demon out of your head.

#Inkubus x Reader #Inkubus x Reader Excerpt #Inkubus

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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🍎 #20 with Tom Holland please. I'd love to see it! ❤️

Ghosted: Tom Holland x Reader ~

Description: 930wc of Tom and his girlfriend y/n go trick or treating even though they’re not little kids anymore.

Warnings: curse words otherwise fluff

A bit short but hope you like it!

Fall prompts found here are still open.

This prompt is from @matkachai

“Stop how are you so cute?” Y/n gushes, sighing as she stares at her insane boyfriend as he lets the white sheet face mask sloppily lay over his face.

He beams brightly, winking at her, “gotta do what it takes to keep you attracted”.

Y/n laughs and shakes her head, “I’m always attracted to you idiot “.

Tom blushes so bright it shows through the thin white layer of his face mask.

“You’re not going to do one?” He asks, laying in her lap.

“Are you saying I need one?“ she smirks.

“No!” He panics, “course not, just wanting to share my collection”

She giggles and plays with his hair as he lays the back of his head on her stomach.

“Are face masks the adult equivalent to candy on Halloween?” She laughs, smoothing his eyebrows softly.

Tom pouts under his mask, “we can still get candy”.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not denying you candy Tom, relax. I meant instead of trick or treating”.

Tom tilts his chin up to look back at her, clearly deep in thought.

“I’m not saying it’s not fun and relaxing T, promise” she giggles, tapping his nose through the mask, “I’m more than content with you like this”.

“Is it fun?” He asks, his neck still twisted.

Y/n laughs and guides his body upwards so he doesn’t hurt his neck trying to look at her, “is what fun?”.

“Trick of treating” he says curiously.

“You’ve never been?” She gasps, staring at him in shock.

He shakes his head, “we don’t really do it that much in the UK, it’s more of an American thing”.

She pouts, “awe I’m sorry Tommy”.

Y/n kisses his hand since his face is covered in a cold sheet mask, “tell you what, let’s relax tonight and next year I’ll get our friends to set aside a bowl of candy just for you to trick of treat a bit Hmm?”

Tom blushes but nods appreciatively, a smile showing under the mask.

“Why don’t you get more cozy, I’m going to go grab some candy and the pizza, then we’ll start the movie” she offers, squeezing his hand.

When y/n returns to their living room, she grins at her boyfriend who is wrapped in a fluffy white blanket, his sheet face mask still on.

“Love? Did you want to do Ha-… what?” Tom asks, tilting his head to the side making his face mask slip off.

Y/n laughs, bending down and kisses his nose, “you’re just precious Tom. And you being wrapped in a white blanket with your face mask on may have given me an idea”.

“For what?” He asks, pulling her to his lap.

“Trick or treating, costumes specifically” she mumbles, biting her lip as she thinks.

“A year in advance?” He laughs, shaking his head and wrapping his blanket around her.

“No, for today” she grins, facing him, “we’re going out tonight”.

“What? Love, we are far too old for that” Tom sighs, appreciating her offer but knowing it would not go well.

She shrugs, “that’s one of the best parts, they won’t know”.

Tom raises an eyebrow at her, “come again?”.

Tom laughed as he looked at himself and y/n in the mirror.

They were both in white sheets, holes made for their eyes, and y/n had found some bags for them to use as buckets for candy.

“See!” She grinned proudly, “they won’t know our age, and they won’t know who we are. We can just be two random people tonight, and trick or treat”.

Tom smiled and lifted both their sheets up so he could kiss y/n.

She smiled and as he lowered their sheets back, she pulled him for a hug, “you’re getting your trick or treating experience handsome”.

Tom nodded his head excitedly, squeezing her hand.

“Trick or treat” Tom said holding out his bag to the elderly woman who answered the door he was at. Y/n was off to the side of the steps, recording his first experience of trick or treating.

The elderly woman smiled widely at him, “ooh a ghost, I like it”.

Tom thanked her as she placed a handful of candy into his bag.

Y/n smiled to herself, sending the video to his mom Nikki.

“Having fun?” She asked as he rejoined her.

He nodded, “thank you love”.

Y/n watched as Tom gleefully sorted his candy collection on their coffee table.

“Are you okay with me posting the selfie we took?” Y/n asked him.

Tom looked up and smiled as he nodded, “of course love”.

She blew him a kiss as she posted then photo of their spontaneous costumes with the caption “We were ghosted this Halloween 👻 “.

When she finished posting, she looked up and saw Tom smiling at her.

“What is is Tommy?” She asked, reaching over and squeezing his cheeks.

“Thank you for indulging me love” he grinned.

“Always, as long as this is the only way in which I’ll be ghosted by you” she teases.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, “I could never ghost you my darling”.

She smiles and walks around the table to sit next to him, “how much did you get?”

“So much!” He said proudly, removing his costume from his head as he opened a piece of candy to eat.

“Cause you’re too damn attractive” she winked, grabbing a piece.

“I was covered head to toe” Tom smirks, pulling her to his side.

“Still, you’re the hottest ghost” she laughed.

Tom blushed and grinned down at her, “bloody hell, I love you. I could never leave you ghosted”.

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markdelonge · 1 year

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note: my favorite thing to do on this account is stop writing for a hella long time then show up outta nowhere with a shitty story with a shitty plot

second note: i started this in october 2022...... its april

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title: "nails"

request?: no

pairing: tom delonge (no specific era) x reader (no specific gender mentioned)

contains: fluff, cussing, terrible horrible no good very bad writing.

blink-182 masterlist

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"okay, tom, which color?" you asked your boyfriend as you dropped all the nail polishes you owned on the bed in front of him.

tom had finally agreed to let you paint his nails. it wasn't hard to get him to agree, he's had his nails done multiple times before, but he had been so busy with recording the newest blink album, he never had the time to actually sit down and let you do it.

he looked at the colors for a while before making a choice

"this one" he picked up the darkest color of them all, which was black, and handed it to you which caused you to playfully roll your eyes

"tom, you always wear black, how about we switch it up for once" you suggested, taking the nail polish out of his hand.

"why would black be an option if you were just gonna say 'no'?" he fake pouted at you to try and 'guilt trip' you.

you threw the black nail polish behind your back, not paying any attention to the loud thud it made when it hit the wall.

"pick a color, baby" you repeated what you said moments before while gesturing to the nail poshes in front of the both of you.

tom rolled his eyes before looking back down at the variety of colors, this time, making up his mind had taken longer than the last, given the fact he didn't have any other color than black on his mind.

"how 'bout this one?" he asked as he picked up the lightest color which was white.

"good choice" you smiled at him while taking the polish out of his hand and shaking it.

"give me your hand" you said while grabbing his right hand and placing it on your knee.

you opened the polish and started gently painting his thumb while the toxic smell of nail polish filled the air.

tom stared at you, taking in all your facial features as you continued painting his nails. you could see him staring in your peripheral vision, but you decided not to say anything and focused on what you were doing, cleaning up any mess-ups with the tip of your nail.

"you're real pretty, you know that?" tom asked completely out of the blue, causing you to blush.

you shurgged before answering "you say that a lot"

"'cause it's true"

you turned your attention to the brunette in front of you before leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips.

"you're really pretty, too" you smiled at him

tom playfully rolled his eyes.

"whatever" he scoffed which made you giggle.

you continued painting his nails as comfortable silence filled the room, now working on his left hand. it wasnt long until you were done.

"alright, tom, that will be $15.99" you joked as you closed the nail polish and tossed it to the side. tom looked at you with a shocked look on his face.

"i knew you only wanted me for my money" he joked back before looking at what you did to his nails.

"wow, you're smarter than i thought" you said which caused tom to look back at you with a slight smile on his face.

"i dont have any money on me"

"well, i guess you're gonna have to make it up to me" you stated as you leaned to place another kiss on your boyfriend's lips. it wasn't long until he grabbed your waist, pushed you on your back and deepened the kiss.

you hummed into the kiss and pushed his chest, causing him to break this kiss

"tom, stop you're gonna fuck up your nails. i just did them" you complained. tom rolled his eyes before getting up from being on top of you.

"you're so fuckin' annoying" he laughed before placing one last kiss on your lips.

#tom delonge #tom delonge x reader #tom delonge imagines #mark hoppus #travis barker #slay #punk rock #90s #blink 182 #blink 182 gifs #im trying to get some reqs done #im sorry yall

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nuntia · 1 year

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Dessert // Mary Goore x GN Sibling

Preface: Mary tried to make the most of his stay at the Abbey, including venturing into the dark, narrow library's halls in the company of a Sibling of Sin.

warnings: sugestive content, use of he/him pronouns in the written diary part once the Sibling who wrote it was not aware of Mary's gender identity

[SECRETS FROM THE CLERGY]

It is true. There are written records that Mary Goore was at the Abbey for a short period of time, getting involved in the rituals, daily life and even with a Sibling of Sin with whom they had a relationship little more than a casual sensual entanglement.

I was honored to hear this event at first hand, given the chosen location of their night. Although, what I share with you is the manuscript that another Sibling, a very curious and shameless one, left behind.

I won't deny that I appreciate your writing style, Sibling! I thank you for feeding our minds as you fed yours.

As soon as you reached the top of the stairs, Mary pulled you against his body and kissed you as if his vitality depended on it. To be grabbed so suddenly, when seconds ago you were walking up the stairs towards the top floor of the library innocently holding hands, your lips taken and sucked in by Mary's frenzy left you stunned.

The incredibly gentle touch of his fingers running the fabric of your habit as a resquest of consent, before wrapping you in his arms as if he could melt your bodies into one. And if you put all the dots together, it was quite possible that it would happen, your arms holding his neck.

Mary was visiting the abbey for two months, on an invitation made by Sister Imperator herself to which no one, not even Mary, knew the true motivation for. The only thing you knew now was that you decided to resolve the spark between the you both – the curious, lingering glances, the seemingly unnecessary approaches of when you crossed paths in the wide halls, the intriguing exchange of smiles and words that came to exist after you were introduced and you appointed to guide him wherever he wanted to go – in the most expectant way: by visiting the quiet Library's upper floor.

He parted your lips, panting, only to look back to lock the narrow door you came through and receive the complete privacy of the equally narrow hallway that give access to the first-floor book sections and office.

The click was heard, barely giving you time to catch a breath before Mary turned his back on the hall.

"Show me where's the office." he said again close, pulling his body away to give you room to take your first steps.

Immediately your body missed his, so far from yours. Keeping both your hands on either side of his face, you took two steps forward in search of him.

"It is the only door on the left, at the end of the-" you told him, feeling him slip away from you when you were so close to the touch. Mary giggled at your frustrated sigh. "Come here, Mary!"

He played his fingers under your habit. "Come here, Mary!" he repeated in a mocking voice. "The one who's walking deadly slowly in here is you, I'm on my way" And, taking a bite of your neck, he slowed the length of his stride.

It was much easier to get closer then, to feel his body glued to yours. Without any shame, his hands moved down to your ass cheeks, squeezing them under the fabric until you reached the door in an awkward dance of kissing and making out.

Searching for the doorknob relying solely on touch, Mary took advantage of this moment to finally pull your habit up to your thighs and (not so) discreetly play with the underwear's thin fabric of yours.

Your free hand moved to hold his shoulder in a jolt as he just pushed the fabric away, touching you directly. And he let out a sigh of delight near your ear, hugging your waist with the other arm.

"Mary, hold on a second...!"

"I have no problem on fucking in here, love." he mocked. And you were really tempted to do so, feeling him against your thigh.

However, much to his misfortune, you managed to open the door soon after.

The office was lit by the warm lamp resting on the wooden desk, littered with open books and loose leaves. And yet Mary didn't seem to mind it and sat you on the edge of the desk, only to push some of the things menacingly close of falling.

He kissed you again. Voracious, ravenous kisses, full of both lust and desire; his fingers busily working on your pleasure.

" 'M happy I can have a dessert that isn't a fucking everyday's apple pie." he said. You giggled very briefly thinking about Papa Emeritus Zero's obsession with apple pies, waiting expectantly for what he would do next when he pulled away and ran his free hand down from your chest to your belly, never breaking eye contact. But then he just stood there, panting.

Watching his chest rise and fall like that made you feel the same way, your breathing quickening and so did your restlessness.

"Mare, come on..." you whimpered.

"Yeah, of course" he whisper, shaking his head as if he had been out of his mind during a instant.

Mary drew in an expectant breath.

And then, he winked at you; a naughty smile drawing across his face before he snuck under the habit, kissing the inside of your thighs, his hair tickling your sensitive skin just to arouse you a little more.

– Diary sheet of a Sibling of Sin, dated 14th of April 2011.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

Months later, Mary disappeared. It is not known why, how or where. It is only known of the coincidence that they committed to perform a ritual to be part of the Ghost project, which until then had no intentions to place the Profane Emeritus Brothers as frontmen.

He disappeared without a trace.

Little else is known about that time. I believe anything that could have been evidence was burned or otherwise destroyed. However, it is a recent event. I will do my best to find out more about Mary's ending.

Nobody talks about them. He is remembered because a song sung by two voices at night echoes through the stone walls of the Abbey. One of them is from His Eminence Papa Emeritus IV.

I will continue the search. In the meantime, go in sin.

May the Lord Below guide you into the night,

Nuntia

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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Okay so I just watched catching fire and mockingjay part one. And I have new ideas and context.

(I will have more once the books are in my hands)

First I’m going to rearrange some characters

Cassandra and Casey are going to be from district 7 now. I was already tying Cassandra to Johanna, but I think the overall district feel just suits them better. Them being from the lumber district and having skills with axs and spears.

This means I will have to rewrite Casey’s games but I wasn’t satisfied with his game any way.

But now you must be wondering who is beetee as he is necessary for both catching fire and mockingjay. This was a big reason that I switched the characters around. I wanted an older character. I was thinking either Baxter Stockman from 2003 or Leatherhead from 2003. He seems older in that show and he is raised by the Ute on to be highly intelligent. Im leaning towards leather head as I like him more. But they will be from district 3

Usagi, Tomoe ame and Katauichi are all still from district 10. I’ve been thinking about giving them another victor.

Raph and the others are all from district 12.

But the biggest change besides where casey and Cassandra come from is a leosagi moment.

Their first kiss isn’t in district 13 anymore.

The night before the quarter quell.

Raph still hasn’t decided on any Alliances. Leo knows he needs them and Usagi has already promised to watch Raph’s back. But Leo knows Raph doesn’t trust Usagi, and he needs to come up with a way to make sure Raph won’t kill Usagi on sight.

Big mama had given Leo, mona, and Raph matching trinkets. Maybe instead of being all gold as in the original story she got them matching bracelets in their colors (Leo blue, Raph red, Mona pink and Big Mama lavender)

Leo sneaks down to Usagi’s floor to see him the night before they go into the arena. While they were all hoping for a smooth alliance the district 10 teen was surprised to see Leo so late. They had hoped he was announcing that his brother had finally decided to have them as allies (it would make the plan so much smoother)

Leo asks to talk to Usagi alone. The two slip into Usagi’s room for some semblance of privacy but they both know that they are probably being watched in some way.

The both try to start taking at the same time. There is so much to say. Usagi let’s Leo go first though.

Leo gives Usagi his bracelet telling him to show it to Raph as soon as he can. Raph might not trust Usagi but he trust Leo’s judgment and this is Leo declaring Usagi part of the team. That Leo trust Usagi completely

After Leo is done attacking the bracelet at holding Usagi’s hand, Usagi frames his face with his hand and pulls him into a quick kiss which surprises Leo but he tearfully returns.

Usagi pulls away just enough that their lips aren’t touching, but their foreheads are pressed together. They are so close that it’s not possible to see their lips moving between them. Usagi whispers as lowly as he can keeping his hands framing Leo’s face trying to shield them both as best he can. He doesn’t want what he’s about to say to be found on any camera or recording device.

He holds Leo’s close and in between soft kisses he begs him to do what ever Katsuichi asks of him. Usagi promises to get Raph out alive but Leo has to listen to Katsuichi.

Leo agrees and Usagi kisses him hard one last time before they part ways.

Leo’s not sure if Usagi meant any of that affection romantically or if it was just the best way to disguise their conversation.

To Usagi it might have been the last and only time he ever got to kiss the man he loved while also pleading his safety.

They won’t see each other again until after the rescue.

Last change Donnie is still gale, but some one asked about the rescue mission. Donnie is 100% on that mission. He almost didn’t get clearance but he is able to bully his way into it.

These are all my updates so far. But I know have way more context. Let me know what you guys think.

#leosagi #rottmnt hunger games au

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Trust Me, I Love You - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - November 4th

Title: Trust Me, I Love You

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Reader's ex (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,052

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mention of bad ex, insecurities, and hurt/comfort

'Fade To Black' by Metallica was playing quietly through your record player's speakers as you sat between Eddie's legs on your bed, your back resting against his chest. You were reading one of your favorite books, 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', while Eddie played with your hair. The book had been given to you by your older brother when he came to visit - he lived in Florida with his wife, so only comes up on the holidays. He even got to meet Eddie once, which was nice since they both liked Metallica.

You had been dating Eddie for a while, a good eight months. You never thought you would get another boyfriend after your last one. He was a jerk and cheated on you twice. You broke up with him and he just had to say nasty things about you before you left. But then you met Eddie, and things just felt right. It took some time for him to ask you out, but he did it eventually. And now here you are, lying back against his chest, listening to heavy metal music and reading a fun science fiction book while he plays with your hair. Sounds like a dream, and honestly, you thought it was.

After that past relationship, you didn't really know if you were worthy of love; but Eddie makes you feel like you can be loved. When you date someone, you want them to make you happy, to do all sorts of little things to surprise you and show their affection. Eddie was always doing those things for you, and even though he hadn't said those three magic words, he was definitely showing you how much he cares.

But, still... There was that little demon in the back of your mind. 'It's been eight months', it would say, voice deep and dark as it engulfed your mind and soul with anxiety and worry, 'Why hasn't he said it yet?'

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked, looking down at you from above, pausing his terrible attempts of braiding your hair. "You've been on the same page for a while."

"I'm fine," You assured him, closing your book and putting it down beside you on the bed. "Is my hair too messy? I should probably brush it..." You said quickly before pulling away, but Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest.

"Nope, you're perfect, baby. Now, what's on your mind?" He asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You worried on your bottom lip, before shutting your eyes tight and just blurting it out. "I keep wondering why you haven't said 'I love you'," You admitted softly, looking down at your lap; fidgeting with your fingers. "You've done so many sweet things for me, and every day you make me feel so special, but I can't help but think that you're waiting for me to say it first, or that... You don't love me."

Eddie froze, eyes wide before he closed them; he sighed and hugged you tighter, "Trust me, Y/N..." He spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I love you." He says as his thumbs rub circles into your sides.

You pulled back and looked up at him, smiling. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah, really."

You fell into him, wrapping your arms around Eddie's neck, "I love you too."

Eddie chuckled, digging his face into the side of your neck, "Do you want me to track down that ex of yours? I know where Steve keeps that bat of his." Eddie asked, you could feel his smirk on your skin.

You were glad you had told Eddie about him. It took a long time for you to do it, but in the end you felt a lot better about it. Eddie held you close as you cried into his chest, rubbing your back as he praised you.

You shook your head, pulling away, looking up at him with a smile. "No, no thank you. I don't want you to get hurt."

Eddie let go of you with one hand, placing it on his chest in faux offense. "You think I'd lose? Babe!"

You shook your head again, unable to keep a smile off your face, "No, honey, you'd definitely win. So please, don't do anything stupid." You told him, leaning in to give him a soft kiss.

Eddie smiled, kissing you back, "Your wish is my command." He said, before peppering kisses all over your face making you laugh.

You pulled away, giving him a small push. "I'm going to fetch us some popcorn, and start up a movie for us." You say, moving to sit up.

Eddie scoffed, "And deprive myself of this glorious sight?" He asked, pulling you back into him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead multiple times.

You laughed, "Do you want popcorn or not?" Trying to get away from his onslaught of kisses.

He kissed your nose before pushing you off his lap onto the bed beside him, "Well, I'm coming to. Don't want you to have too much fun without me." Eddie spoke, before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

You settled on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, Eddie following behind you, taking his place next to you with two cans of soda. He put his arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently, "You know I love you, right? Like so much it hurts? Like if you die, I die." Eddie whispered in your ear, making you blush.

You looked up at him, "Oh, Eddie," You breathed, laying your hand on his cheek, "I love you too. More than anything."

Eddie looked down at you adoringly, positively sure that he was going to marry you. That was for sure. No matter how selfish, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let you go. He would never know what he did in life to deserve you. And now here he was, with the woman of his dreams. You could see it all over him. His eyes were soft like warm caramel, his cheeks flushed pink and his lips slightly parted as he daydreamed about the future.

Eddie then leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, before pulling you into a deep kiss. You sighed into his mouth, kissing him back, forgetting about everything else for the moment.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #x reader #x female reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #fluff

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scarlet-ancunin · 2 years

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Given its October 1 and the spooky setting is upon us I think spook requests are in Order huh?

Request: ian Wright x male reader where R convinces Ian to go to a hunted house it leads to in clinging to Reader arm the entire night. Give me literally the fluffiest shit you got bestie

Mini fic here we go haha (Spooky Fic)

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Hold My Hand Please

You got two tickets to the haunted theme park because they said to have the best haunted house there so you got two tickets for you and you lover Ian who actually didn't like hunted anything.

You waited for Ian to check Ziggy to rush to everyone and said "guys can you help me convince Ian to come with me to the Haunted House they said its really scary and i kinda want Ian to go with me."

Ben thought about it while sitting beside Addison who laughed along with Jenn "good luck" "come guys I'll even buy you lunch for two days." Ben looked at you "make it three and you got a deal" "fine three"

During lunch break ben was scrolling through his phone "heyy a haunted house just opened up in that theme park we should go honey" he looked at Addison who looked at him annoyed "no besides it will be more fun if we go in a group"

Ian was silent the whole time "why not me and Ian go with you two" Addison sat up "you know that would be great if you two show up" Ian shakes their head "absolutely not im not going" you pout "please love besides it will be fun and uh they are coming to" Ian glares at you "I'm not going" Jenn snickers "your just scared" Ian looked at Jen "I am not i just think its stupid" they said looking away.

"Sounds alot like im scared" Ben said and Ian pouts suddenly "ugh fine i go to this stupid thing only to prove im not scared." They said defiantly. You lean down kissing them softly. "It will be great"

You didn't expect Jenn or Magic to be there with Ben and Addison Ian said they forgot their wallet in the car going to get it so they didnt know everyone was there. You giggle "if you all had to come at least leave the Haunted House for me and Ian" Magic laughed "well we will be waiting by the end to see their face try to record their reaction" Ben said laughing.

They rushed off quickly blending in with the crowd once Ian came. "Looks like they stood us up....well while we are here lets do the haunted house first it just up there." Ian decides not to wear their glasses going here not wanting to lose them. "Uh sure" you walked with them up the little hill before stopping at the gate to give the man or rather zombie the ticket.

You noticed Ian stare at the "zombie" before leaning close to you. You smirk and pulled them close kissing them softly on the lips. "Come on love they are fake"

Ian was clinging to you so tightly that people could mistaken you both as one person. They made cute yelps when a jump scare happens out of nowhere. "Why did i agree to this" they would say and holding you close laying their head on your chest.

Ian kissed your cheek before nuzzling their face to your neck. "This place is giving me the creeps y/n" they said only to yelp when an ugly woman pops out of nowhere and you pulled them closer to you "we are almost at the exit" you promised them.

The last part of the haunted house had some ugly looking monster run after them and you turned around to see it coming and run as well realizing Ian was already ahead of you. The fear bumping more blood to your heart and you tried not to laugh at how quick your lover was out. You was behind them by a few seconds just in time to see everyone on the other side watching gripping his chest and panting their hair was slightly messed up.

You pat their back "love its okay it over" he flips you off and then points it towards their friends who was laughing. "Ah Ian that was not so bad" you said laughing and pulling them closer and kissing them on the cheek

They were all sitting in a little bar area within the theme park near some other things. Ian had their head resting against your shoulder having a cute pout still. "Come on love i promised you i will not leave you alone and you have to admit it was fun-" "and scary" they interrupted and you chuckle and moved so you was looking at them and kissed them deeply they blush lightly but responded with the same urge.

"Well we still have a few hours we can play some of these games around here maybe i can win something cute" you said smiling proudly. Ian held you close as you both walked towards a booth.

You and Ian's friend watching "they really are cute together" Addison said smiling and Jenn agreed. "Yea, both are nerds" Ben said and Magic chuckled lightly.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff, @sherazyjade, @the-masked-scorpio, @sugakookieswithacupoftae16, @happilydangerousworld, @harlekin6, @matthew-s-j

#unhinged desire simp #desire #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap #quantum leap ian wright #ian wright quantum leap #ian wright headcanons #quantum leap ian wright x reader #ian wright #ian wright x reader #ian wright x y/n #dr ian wright

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