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dovesick · 10 months

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(surprise!) deluca barely makes it on the train in time, and heads straight to the bathroom. the journey has been fast & stressful, he smokes to calm down. he starts to play a game on his phone, but he can’t focus. suddenly, nothing is what it seems. he notices a huge black claw coming through the open window…

#anthro #anthro art #anthro artist #bird anthro #bird furry #my art #story of deluca #misadventure may #this is when the story starts getting good! :D #ofc yea this is 2 months old but i’m rly proud of the whole story #so i’m just uploading in increments much like then #i had a lot of fun drawing this one

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revasserium · 8 months

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his rich + self-aware combination topped the CAKE. yeah… he’s like… so so so so so funny. i also love how he’s associated with purple because i love love purple. speaking of kag’s VA, do u play the game in chinese or jpn dub? i assume jpn dub with cn text since u mentioned being able to understand the game in cn. also, u studied in florence? was it also for art or a student exchange sort of thing? — @anonymilk

anonymilk i'm saving ur prev ask as a request u__u imma write that shit BINCH I AM SO HYPE.

i uh -- play each character w/ a dif voice pack bc i'm UNWELL i mean -- i just... have a thing for voices? so i went through the official tot website and like.... listened to all the va's and picked the ones that i liked the best:

marius (JPN)

artem (S-CH)

luke (T-CH)

vyn (KR)

and the ensemble cast speak jpn bc... i'm writing this game off as my jpn language practice.... bc yeah... that's totally what i play it for. uh-huh.

#tears of themis #tot #im a simp for ishikawa kaito what can i say -- okay but to be REAL real right. i started playing twisted wonderland bc of uchiyama kouki #aka tsukki's va... so rly im STILL just a haikyuu simp at heart LOL #if i learn korean i'll speak all 4 of the languages this game is in -- my bf would be proud -- he's korean lsdkjfoas #the way he was like TF r u doing when he heard the game for the first time and everyone was speaking a dif language LMFSALIDF #but yes!!! i studied literature in florence u__u it was part of my uni's overseas exchange program but we had a wholeass campus in florence #but even though i didn't study traditional art in uni i've painted my whole life! :D #i started with pencil sketches and the moved to watercolors and then oils -- oils are still my preferred medium SO LIKE RLY #MARIUS AND I WERE MEANT TO BE U KNOW UKNO???#at one point during highschool i had 3 art classes a week for different things so i've always loved art T^T

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toruro · 6 months

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IF YOU WROTE ABOUT TAEHYUN I WOULD DIE HAPPILY 💘💘 if you don’t mind a nsfw request, messing around with academic rival Taehyun stuff maaaaybe 👀

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pairing. kang taehyun x reader

tags: smut (18+ / mdni), academic rivals au, mean dom taehyun, bratty reader, fwb (more like enemies who fuck but iykyk), angry / hate sex, implied dacryphilia, pet names (pretty)

w/c: 930+

a/n: i wrote a rly similar thing for joshua ages ago but i feel like it's so fitting for tyunnie too ... academic rivals is just right for him :3 ty to @agustdiv1ne my lov for reading this over 4 me hehe anyways thank u for requesting, i hope u enjoy!

taehyun likes answers.

taehyun likes knowing answers.

he likes simple responses, easy explanations—pretty much anything that gives him the answer, plain as it is.

so it's safe to say he's just the least bit ticked off when you somehow outscored him on the last o-chem exam, and neither the professor nor you are giving him a straight answer as to how in the world that happen.

because taehyun swears—he swears on every last star in the sky—that he had hit the nail for this one. studied hours on end, turned down every single one of yeonjun's party invites, cancelled half his plans with beomgyu—he did fuckin' everything to make sure he'd secure that number one spot, but there you were, grinning with your stupidly pretty, pristine face as you held up your paper with a bright red '100' etched into the corner.

you must've been so proud of yourself too.

taeyhun almost feels bad, looking down at you as you try to muffle sobs of pleasure with your palm as he rams into you from behind.

"how'd you do it?" he hisses, bruising grip latched onto the plush of your hips.

"d-dunno what—fuck—" you whine when he jams his cock into your warm cunt with vigor that has you lurching ageainst the desk, gripping the edges so tight your knuckles are beginning to burn white. "—dunno what you're t-talkin' about," you manage to gasp out in the short moment of recuperation taehyun gives you before dragging his hips back and shoving his length back in just as deep.

"fuckin' liar," the faux, silver haired boy grunts from behind. a strangled moan escapes your throat as he continues to drill into you, and you press your cheek against the cool wood of the desk in fruitless hopes that it will keep you sane for just a moment longer.

"t-taehy—"

"save it," he growls, and the way his voice is so gravely, so deeply animalistic has you unconsciously thrusting your ass backwards too to meet his forceful thrusts. "can't even gim'me a—" his breath hitches when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around his length. "—a straight fucking answer."

you try to shake your head but with the way your body is throttling after ever snap of his cock into your cunt, the task proves extremely difficult. "feels so-oh good," you tell him in airy breaths. "c-can't—" you can't think, is what you want to say, but you're too fucked out to even be able to form coherent words, and the thought makes you grow dizzy with heat.

taehyun moans at the sight that follows—you looking up from him as you crane your neck to face him, back arched into the hottest fuckin' view he's ever had the pleasure of seeing, tears streaming down your pretty face, staining your cute cheeks, dripping off your swollen lips and—fuck, he might as well bust it on the spot if he wasn't so damn furious.

"feels too good, huh?" taehyun scoffs. "too good to tell me how you outscored me?"

"i-i—" you choke out when he rams into you so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. "—told you i dunno. it's j-just i did better," you choose to add, not realizing that those five words were probably the last things you should have said.

taehyun pulls out of you in an instant.

it happens so fast that you swear you can still sense the lingering feeling of his fat cock inside of you, all pretty curves and veins carving their shape into your hot, gummy walls.

and then it hits you.

you're painfully empty.

"sh-shit!" you whimper, scrambling against the desk with jelly legs and sore hips as you mindlessly try to do anything that'll fill you up. it nearly angers you how quickly you resort to begging. "no, no, no, no—please, no! why'd you stop?!" you cry out, turning to face him him completely now. your ass now presses into the side of the table with taehyun looming over you in front, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

your eyebrows curve into a frown, puffy bottom lip jutted out in a pout as taehyun watches you intensely as you mewl softly, pushing yourself to sit on your desk and spread you legs for him. "taehyun, i—"

"so now you wanna talk?" he scoffs, surprising you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer to the end of the desk so that your dripping cunt are positions right in front of his shining cock. "tell me," he mutters, sliding the thick tip between your pulsing folds but not giving you what you want the most.

"please, taehyun, please," you repeat, writhing against his hold in a dreadful attempt at slipping his cock into you.

"you gotta tell me, pretty," taehyun whispers, nudging his length against your throbbing clit so that you jerk slightly at the stimulation.

"already told you," you huff out, having half the mind to roll your eyes at him, but something tells you you know better. "dunno—guess i just—"

you shriek loudly when he sinks into you at once, balls pressed against your ass as he leans over you and pins you to the desk. "say it," taehyun dares, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling of him so deep inside of you. "say it and you won't walk for a week."

you don't know what possesses you to gulp and murmur, "—guess i j-just outsmarted you—ah! taehyun!"

#kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun smut #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun smut #txt x reader #txt smut #kpop smut #💌 drabbles

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moon-rivr · 7 months

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pairing: brother’s best friend miguel x fem reader

warnings: reader and miguel don’t rly get along, masturbation (f)

author’s note: thank you for all the love on el arreglo and all the other fics <33 hope you all enjoy this one :D

You were running around the house with a My Little Pony Rarity doll in hand, stopping only when you heard your name coming from your brother's room. "I just don't get why your little sister has to join us every time we're playing," you heard your brother's best friend's voice coming through the door, his tone clipped and annoyed. "C'mon Miguel, you know she doesn't have any friends. Can't you try to be nice to her?" Your brother replied, his voice hushed as he spoke. You gripped the figure in your hands as your knuckles started to turn white, feeling angry for thinking that they wanted to be friends, for being seen as nothing more than a charity case. "Fine, but that doesn't mean I have to like that little twerp."

Even though a decade had passed since you overheard that conversation, you and Miguel had never really gotten along after that. Nothing more than just the cordial "hello" and the acknowledgment of each other's existence, just enough out of respect to not make things awkward for your brother. You weren't sure what you did to make Miguel so pestered by your presence, but you'd given up on trying to figure that out. He regarded your friends and the previous partners that you brought home with the same disapproving scowl he reserved just for you.

"I need to talk to you after class," your professor spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts as you packed your laptop inside your backpack. As you put your physics textbook away, you couldn't help but worry about what he could possibly have to say. Sure, you hadn't done so well in the past.. couple tests but your grade couldn't be that bad, right? "You have a twenty in my class. I'm letting you retake the assessments and assignments you got a failing grade in but I would strongly suggest that you get a tutor," your professor told you once you walked over to his desk, putting his glasses down. Even though you felt incredibly grateful that your professor was giving you a second chance with these assignments, you still couldn't help but feel embarrassed about your grade. "Thank you, I will," you mumbled, walking out of the class as you racked your brain for anyone who would be up for tutoring.

You got back to the apartment you shared with your brother, walking into his room and throwing yourself on his bed. "I know knocking's an outdated concept, but can we bring it back?" Your brother said, not bothering to look up from his computer monitor as you rolled your eyes. "I'm having a crisis, I don't have time for knocking. Do you know where I could find a physics tutor quick?" You replied, looking from the mattress over where he was sitting. You watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip, a tick that he had whenever it was something you wouldn't like. His response, however, wasn't something you were expecting and just the thought was making you want to gauge your eyes out.

"Miguel actually took that class last semester. He got the highest grade in the class."

"Do you think you could ask him for me?"

"Why can't you ask?"

"I just think he'll respond better if it's coming from you, his best friend and all. Please."

However, even with your begging, your brother refused to help you since he thought you should ask him yourself. What a load of bullshit. You were too proud to put your ego aside and ask Miguel for help, so you resorted to seeking a tutor through a study group. Your tutor wasn't exactly the best person to work with, given the fact that he had struggled with the subject last semester and was only doing this study group for extra credit. Your grades weren't increasing in the slightest and you found yourself staying late at the library to study.

You didn't realize you fell asleep until you heard some knocking on the table, hastily wiping away the drool at the corner of your mouth. You rubbed your eyes, looking up to see Miguel staring at you. "What time is it?" You asked, stretching your arms as you tried to get the blood flowing again. "Seven. Your brother's worried since you haven't been at the dorm at all today," he replied, sitting on the opposite side of the table as he picked up your textbook. "You're struggling with physics? You should've asked me for help," he said after a while, putting your textbook back down as he looked at you. "I actually have someone else tutoring me," you replied with a small shrug, still not willing to admit defeat.

Miguel shook his head as he scoffed, folding his arms. "Se ve que está haciendo buen trabajo. That's why you're overcompensating for his bad teaching?" He remarked, letting out a dry chuckle. (you can tell he's doing a good job) You were about to say something else but he stopped you when he started to speak again. "Para de actuar como una pendeja y deja que te ayude," he said, much to your surprise that he was offering to help. (stop acting like a dumbass and let me help you) Even though you needed his help desperately, you weren't gonna let him call you a dumbass. "Aqui el pendejo sos vos si crees que hablandome asi te voy a recibir ayuda," you remarked, watching a small smirk form on his face. (the dumbass here is you if you think i'm receiving your help with you talking to me like that) "Fine, sorry. Pero yo te puedo ayudar mas que ese idiota," he offered as a rebuttal, leaning against the table slightly. (but i can help you more than that idiot) "Ay okay. Tampoco te pongas a rogar, Miguelito." (don't start to beg)

Which is how you found yourself waiting in the library for Miguel to arrive, tapping on the table with your pen. Your leg shook as five minutes turned to ten, soon enough to fifteen. You rubbed your eyes, packing up your stuff in your bag when Miguel arrived at the table. "Nice of you to show up," you mumbled, taking your stuff out of your bag as you saw him roll his eyes from the corner of your eye. "My time doesn't revolve around you," he responded, taking out his own textbook. "It may not revolve around me but you could at least bother showing up on time," you replied, your book slamming on the desk as you took it out of your backpack. "Vamos a pelear o a estudiar, niñita?" He asked, arching a brow as he opened up the book. (are we going to fight or study little girl?) "I don't see why we can't do both."

"So what do you need help with?" Miguel asked after a couple minutes, taking out his old notebook out of his backpack. "All of it?" You replied, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Por Dios. Okay, so we'll just build on what you know and start moving from there," he said after a couple of minutes of watching you try to narrow down what you needed the most help with. At the end of the study session, you didn't find yourself completely hating the experience. Sure, Miguel could be annoying and cocky, but he was also patient in the way he taught you and elaborate with his explanations. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You and Miguel continued to study at the library over the course of a few weeks and your physics grade had seen a vast improvement since you started. "I know you don't exactly like me, so I appreciate you taking the time to tutor me," you told Miguel after your most recent tutoring session had ended, looking over at him with a small smile on your face. He didn't say anything, just simply nodded, before packing up the textbook in his backpack. "I'll work up a study guide and review for your midterm, okay?" He said after you were finished up packing, holding the library door open for you. "I'd appreciate that, thanks," you replied, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as you walked out of the library. The walk to the parking lot was mostly silent, until Miguel spoke up once you got to your car.

"Your brother and I are going to this party later if you wanted to come with us. You probably won't know anyone there but they're chill people," he offered, looking over at you with a ghost of a smile on his face. You placed your hand on your chin, pretending to think about it as you looked over at Miguel. “I'll see if i can make it. I have a pretty strict physics teacher," you replied, getting into your car and drove off to the apartment. Even though you'd given Miguel a vague answer, you were planning on going now that he'd invited you, wanting to see more of him that didn't involve the velocity equation.

As soon as you got home, you decided to get in the shower in order to get enough time to get dressed and do your makeup. After you stepped out of the shower, you opted for a red skin tight dress that went down to your thighs. "Which shirt do you think would look better on me?" Your brother asked when you were finished getting dressed, holding up almost two identical black shirts. "The one on the left?" You answered tentatively, watching as your brother's gaze went to the shirts. "You are no help whatsoever," he groaned, throwing the shirts on the bed. "Why are you so worried about what you're gonna wear?" You asked, sitting at your vanity as you started to put on a false pair of lashes on. “Katie Jenkins is supposed to be at the party so I'm trying to look presentable," he responded, referring to one of the cheerleaders, opting to put on the shirt you suggested. You turned around, facing your brother once he'd gotten ready as you smiled a bit. "She'd be an idiot not to like that shade of black."

You and your brother arrived at the party a couple minutes later, and he immediately left your side to see if he could get Katie Jenkins. As you looked around the party you came to the realization that Miguel was right, you didn't know anybody and despite the fact that everyone looked relaxed, you didn't trust your social skills to just go up to someone and start up a conversation. You went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from a blue cooler and sat down on the couch as you scrolled through your phone.

"You know, the whole point of a party is to socialize," you heard someone say, looking up to see Miguel with a smug look on his face. "Some might say that it's to get free booze," you remarked, scooting over on the couch as you took a sip from the bottle. Miguel spread his legs on the couch as he sat down, the angle highlighting his thick thighs perfectly. You almost choked on your beer as you looked away, hoping that he didn't catch you staring. "So, I was wondering if I could ask you a question," he started, looking over at you as you set down your beer bottle on the coffee table in front of you. "That's a question in itself, no?"

Miguel rolled his eyes as he cleared his throat, getting ready to ask you the question. "I guess I just wanted to know why you said that I didn't like you earlier. Where'd you get the idea that I hated you?" He simply stated, looking over at you as your brows furrowed. "You've never given me any signs that you even tolerate me. And I don't know, probably the way you look at me and the people I choose to hang out with? Or the fact that you choose to acknowledge me last when we're in a room full of people," you reply, grabbing your beer bottle since you had a feeling you might need alcohol for the rest of this conversation. "I look at the people you hang out with like that because I'm jealous," he replied, his hand lingering on the back of the couch as you set your beer bottle down. "Jealous of what?"

Before Miguel got the chance to respond, someone blurted out "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" and it completely interrupted his flow of thought. You got up from the couch, opting to play the game just for the sake of trying to meet someone new. The game started off fairly slow, your brother getting the opportunity to go inside with Katie. He came out with his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen, following Katie around like a lost puppy. You decided to scroll through your phone while you waited for your turn, looking through Tiktoks and Instagram. A couple turns had passed until your name had been called, but the person going in with you made your heart drop.

Your name and Miguel’s had been called out to head into the closet and you felt your palms grow clammy at the thought of being in an enclosed space for that long with him. You decided to put your fears aside for the sake of the game, or at least for the sake of your ego since you didn't want to get called a chicken by people you hardly knew, and stood up. You two went inside the closet, sitting down in the dark as you felt your cheeks grow heated at how intoxicating his cologne was up close. "To answer your question, I got jealous of the way that they got to be with you. With your romantic partners, mostly. That they got to have you in a way that I never did," he spoke up after a while, his gaze practically burning into you even in the dark.

You felt your hands grow clammier as you thought about what he said, your heartbeat practically booming in your ears. "But what about all those girls you dated? You always seemed to be happy with them," you asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. Miguel reached up, turning on the closet lamp as he looked at you. "I never dated anyone. Not seriously, anyways. They were more of a distraction.. from the fact that I shouldn't feel this way towards you," he replied, one hand on your cheek as he tilted your chin towards his. Even though you were starting to get a pretty good idea of what feelings he was talking about, you still wanted him to admit it to you. "And how do you feel towards me?" You asked, looking up at him as you saw his gaze soften the tiniest bit. "I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with that it tormented me going to the apartment when you were dating someone, but not being able to do anything out of respect for your brother. You're constantly running through my mind, it's insane," he said with a small chuckle, scratching the back of his head.

You're not sure who initiated the kiss, but you were certain that you didn't want it to stop. His lips felt like they were molded just to kiss yours, the taste of him overwhelming just like everything else. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to him like he was trying to get as much as possible while your hands intertwined themselves in his hair. The only sounds in the closet were those of your lips colliding and your shared heavy breaths. You let out a soft moan and tugged on his hair as you felt him nibble on your bottom lip gently, soothing the sting over with his tongue. He took the opportunity when you moaned to slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch of you in the amount of time he had left.

You came back to your senses when you heard the shrill ring of someone's iPhone alarm outside, alerting you two that the time was up. You looked up to see a look of almost regret in Miguel’s eyes, feeling your heart sink just a little bit. You didn't want to acknowledge what this meant for you and Miguel so you decided to run out the closet, fixing your hair up quickly in the bathroom and reapplying a fresh coat of lipgloss. You looked down at your phone when you heard a notification ping, a message from your brother that he would be leaving with Katie after the party was over. You successfully avoided Miguel for the rest of the party, hanging out around the basement or the backyard porch as a means to distract yourself.

After a while of avoiding Miguel, you decided to head back to the apartment since the party had mostly died down. You felt your mind fuzzy from the kiss as you drove back home, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips still lingering in your mind. You pushed those thoughts away as you arrived at your apartment, going into your bedroom and grabbing your towel. You took a warm shower, hoping that it would ease some of the tension in your muscles and that it would help with those pesky thoughts about Miguel that just wouldn't go away.

You finished up with your shower half an hour later, but unfortunately it had done nothing to satisfy the urge that you now felt for your brother's best friend. You reminded yourself of what he was, of what he meant to your brother and what damage this could do to their friendship, but all you could think about is just how nice his lips felt against yours. How they seemed like they were made just for kissing you, how soft and how good he tasted. You changed into some pajamas, getting comfortable for bed as you grabbed a book from your nightstand and turned the lamp on. You hoped that the book would offer you some sort of escape from your current situation, give you some peace of mind. However, you had picked up a romance book so it didn't give you too much to escape from, the situation eerily creepy to what was happening with you. You eventually gave up on reading when you approached one of the smut pages, Miguel's face appearing front and center in your mind as you read what the love interest was doing to the main character.

After a while of reading, you eventually decided to give up on trying to stop thinking about Miguel and tried to go to sleep. You tossed and turned in your bed, your stuffed animal ending up on the floor a while later. You picked it up, apologizing for what you'd done before opening up your phone to a picture of Miguel from his Instagram page. You felt the need inside of you grow as you saw that he was shirtless in the picture, his happy trail showing with the low-waisted swim shorts he was wearing.

You let out a small, annoyed sigh as your hand started making itself down your breasts. You gently squeezed your nipple, letting out a soft moan as you imagined that it was Miguel’s hands on your breasts instead. How pretty his mouth would look wrapped around your boobs. You set down your phone, giving into the urge and started to caress your breasts to the thought of Miguel. Your nimble fingers tugged and squeezed, hoping that the stimulation would help with the ache between your legs. The ache that Miguel had left behind. Your nipples were like little pebbles by the time you were done, clearly prominent in the white tee you had on.

You grabbed your dildo from your bedside table and a bottle of lube before you got a chance to think twice about who you were masturbating to. You let out a sharp breath as you felt the coldness from the lube hit your clit, the liquid starting to slide down between your folds. You lathered some of the lube onto the dildo, sliding it inside slowly as your mind started to conjure up scenarios. You pictured Miguel calling you a good girl, telling you how good you were taking his cock as he slowly started to push deep inside of you. You let out a soft moan as you felt the dildo completely inside of you, your pussy clenching tightly around it as you tried to adjust to the size. You pictured Miguel kissing your face, your body as you got adjusted to his size, whispering how much of a whore you were for him and his cock. How good your pussy was swallowing him up. With those thoughts in mind, you slowly started to pump the dildo inside of you.

You increased the pace after you got used to the size, letting the moans slip freely out of your mouth. "Y-Yes Miguel!" You moaned, your toes curling as you felt the dildo hit your g-spot. You thought about Miguel again, how easy it would be for him to figure out what made you tick, what made you writhe and beg for him. Sweat started building up on your forehead as you continued to push the dildo in and out of you, seeking the sweet relief of your release. Your phone pinged with a notification, but you were too focused on your pleasure to see that it was actually from Miguel. Your eyes fluttered shut as your fingertips went to your clit, rubbing small fervent circles on it.

You thought about how good Miguel’s tongue would feel buried deep inside your pussy, your fingers tugging on his hair as you grinded against his face to get more of it. The dildo came in and out of you with a loud squelch, the mixture from your juices and the lube providing you with enough lubrication. Your back arched from the bed as you massaged your clit, pushing the dildo in and out of you. Miguel’s face came into your mind as you came, picturing him telling you how much he wanted you to cum, how pretty you looked when you were at bliss and how much he needed to taste your juices. "Oh Miguel! Yes, right there," you moaned out, your back completely off the bed as you came around the dildo. You slumped back against the bed, feeling post nut clarity hit you all at once. You felt ashamed for using him as the object of your fantasies, especially with the look in his eyes he had after he kissed you in the closet.

You let yourself think about the severity of your actions, knowing that your brother would probably go bat shit crazy if he found out you were doing this to the thought of Miguel or about the kiss that you two shared. You rubbed your temples, relieved by the knowledge that at least nobody would be witness to what happened in your room. You got up from the bed when you looked over at the dildo next to you, just wanting to clean it up and forget about what had happened.

You came back into your room after cleaning yourself up and the toy, hoping that the orgasm would help you go to sleep easier. Eventually, you found yourself tossing and turning in your bed once more, unable to sleep as thoughts of Miguel and shame circled through your mind. You checked your phone to see the message from Miguel, your eyes widening a bit as you saw the contents of what it said.

miguel: hey, your brother wanted me to check up on you so i'll be swinging by the apartment later if you need anything.

sent 12:31 am

You silently pray that Miguel hadn't arrived just yet, that he hadn't heard how needy and horny you were just a couple minutes ago. And all for him. You open up your bedroom door, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you saw that Miguel was standing there with his arms folded across his chest and his cheeks tinted red. Fuck.

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victoirey · 1 year

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MAGSIE!! i know you're like fucking amazing at writing angst (or anything rly ilysfm) anyways my inner demons.. took over and now i'm craving some neteyam angst :D like, something bittersweet. not sad enough to make you full on bawl but enough to leave an ineffable ache. i dunno i just need something! :C /nf please and thank you i love you sm

♡. "he loves me not." —

synopsis / you're inlove with him; he tolerates you.

gn!na'vi!reader | the title sucks , the story sucks but for two reasons : it just sucks. and it's angsty. but nonetheless, hi babylove ellie<3 I talked to you while writing this! isn't that funny? I think it's funny. expect nothing but disappointment baby love<3 I love you. truly.

special tag : @loaqi , a longtime friend and longtime fellow beautiful princess <3

tags : @stomach-bugg09 @somerandomweeb2 @mylovelo-ak

neteyam was your everything.

he was your all, your soul, your heart, and your beloved. your love for him knew no bounds, and his love for you knew none either. "my love," he greeted, whenever you stepped into the room. "my love!" he called, whenever he wanted your attention. "my love..." he'd start, whenever he'd comfort you. my love, my love, my love. that was what you were to him. his love. and he was your love too, for with what you were to him— with what you were to each other, it'd be appropriate for others to think you two were already mated. you wish you were, already. neteyam does too, you believe. for he looks at you with eyes of longing, desire & love— he looks at you with care and whenever he looks at you, he sees you. he can't keep his eyes off of you because, to him, you are ... all he'll ever need to see.

you are all he'll ever need to see. to hold. to kiss. to love.

he is sure in his love for you, it is evident —

so why now do his eyes trail away from you?

his once never-ending looks end sooner, his touches no longer linger, and his kisses seem to be giving you stings rather than serenity. even then, you are thankful. you are thankful for the short stares, the fleeting touches, and the searing kisses— because at least he still looked at you. even if when you looked back at him, smiling as wide as you could, all he could muster was a half smile. At least he still touched you— even if those touches were barely touches–more so, the wind blowing past you. at least he still kissed you, even though those kisses were just your lips brushing past each other— no passion, no effort, no love.

at least he still kissed you.

at least, even infinitesimally, even the teensiest bit,

he tried to love you.

you caught on, neteyam realized. you caught on.

you knew, he realized. it hit you hard. he can't blame you, either, it hit him hard too— noticing a shift in his feelings for you. it seemed that slowly but surely, he had just ... lost his feelings. he believed he was confused, at first , excusing it as a brain malfunction of his. he believed he was fooling himself. he denied, and he denied, and he denied— until he couldn't deny it anymore. he had lost his fondness for Y/N L/N. it wasn't exactly all the fondness. it wasn't exactly some of it, either. it was just fondness. he should've known, at this point. you'd bore him, sooner or later.

still, he is guilty.

neteyam is a cocky man, self-assured & regal— he prides himself on being decisive and righteous. he is sure in every decision he has, and every hunt he goes on— he makes a clean kill. he makes his whole family proud with the fact that he exists in the first place. he is neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan , eldest son of toruk makto— a man with potential. he is neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan , a good hunter. a good man. a good friend. a good ally. a good fighter. a good lover. he knows that— he knows that more than anyone else— and he knows you'd believe him to be more than a good lover, but no matter how many times he tries to think of you as one, he can't. you are a good lover, yes, but are you a good lover? are you a perfect fit for him? he was confident you were, once, but this is new to him; he does not know what to do. he doesn't know how to take his current situation, for with each day you smile at him and—

every time he is reminded that he is yours, his blood boils.

it is as if he doesn't want to be associated with you, in that way— and he doesn't. he doesn't want to be associated with you that way. he doesn't want to kiss you. he doesn't want to hold you. he doesn't want to fight for you. he doesn't want to love you anymore.

he doesn't want you, neteyam concludes—

and in that, neteyam is confident.

you can feel his gaze.

not at you, but at the person behind you.

still, you pretend he's looking at you if only to prevent tears from spilling— if only to prevent your heart from breaking. at this point, it seems even he's accepted that he's lost his fondness for you— because he's stopped pretending. he's stopped pretending. and you can see it.

neteyam walks past you like you're no one.

and without him, you are no one. you are just y/n. you are no longer the lover of toruk makto's eldest son— a title much na'vi desire. you are just y/n. if anything, you're content with the silent agreement. you're satisfied with neteyam not saying anything, knowing you already know; and you're satisfied with watching him laugh from afar. you're satisfied seeing him smile, once more, even though you are not the cause of it.

you were never the cause of anything, these past few weeks. not anything you wanted, at least. you were only ever the cause of half-smiles, of poorly hidden tired groans, of shoulder pats that were shitty excuses of comfort— of everything you have never wanted to be the cause of. you were only ever the cause of wasted time.

— and that hurt you more than anything. nothing will ever beat the hurt you felt when you registered that.

nothing but this.

neteyam stands in front of you, posture straight — face hardened, and certain, as are the words coming out of his mouth. you stare at him, in absolute shock— immediately deflating at what you hear. "y/n, " he starts, "I don't love you anymore."

why can't Eywa give you a break?

the hurt on your face is visible, and immediately— neteyam feels guilty. his eyes soften, his soft hands— that you once kissed; his soft hands, that once held you; his soft hands, that once pulled you in for kisses— placed themselves on your shoulder stiffly as he tried to end your relationship on the most respectful note possible. it wasn't common for him to stammer, and yet he couldn't control himself this time— and the once sure boy, stuttered.

"y/n— I know what I am feeling. I do not love you the way I once did , and it irks at me in the night as well because I loved you. now, I... I just - I just love you." he stuttered, voice fading to a quiet mouse-like mutter— in contrast to how confidently he started it. it was as if as he watched you deflate, he regretted everything… but the fact he could feel no more romantic love for you.

you could've gone years without hearing those words.

you already knew that he no longer loved you.

you already knew, and you knew that he knew you knew, so why did he have to remind you?

you bolt away from him, and neteyam doesn't even force himself to go after you. he goes the opposite direction, away from you, because knowing the state you're in— his extended presence would make things worse.

unbeknownst to you, the hushed agreements between your parents promise his extended presence.

you are betrothed to neteyam.

neteyam’s eyes widen— and for a second, they genuinely look like they're going to pop out of their sockets. his jaw drops so hard it almost unhinges— and the way that your knees buckle under you, you can assume you're feeling the same shock that he is. still, you can't help but feel a sudden relief. with how strong your love for him was, there was no way you'd ever get over the boy— as gentlemanly as he was, even if he didn't intend to shatter a heart ( like yours ) if someone were left by someone like him? their heart would be as shattered as yours right now. as selfish as this was, and as unlikely the chances were of him agreeing to this– you were still happy. not for neteyam, but for you.

neteyam felt the complete opposite.

he felt trapped, restrained within his bounds— the chains continuously squeezing around his wrists every time he stepped one foot out of line, and at this moment, neteyam realizes: there is nothing he can do to stop this. this is where his living ends. this is where the constant laughs he shared with his siblings, ended; for each laugh will be replaced by a list of problems in the clan to solve. the future olo'eyktan will never be able to rest, he discerns. the future olo'eyktan will never be able to free himself from these chains of his.

no matter what.

as the eldest son, he will always have to be perfect.

he will always have to oblige.

always.

so, with a heavy heart— and to your delight, he consents.

it is then that it all settles in.

neteyam is yours, and you are his.

and it doesn't feel as amazing as you expected.

neteyam is yours, and you are his.

you try to process it, but it is not all that exciting.

perhaps it's because you are in love with neteyam... yes, it must be exactly that.

you are in love with neteyam,

and he can only tolerate you.

bonus . . .

a couple of years later, neteyam and you sit down — tswins held gently, you smile— and all he can give you is a look of acknowledgment.

it was foolish of you to think his view of you would change, since then. that maybe, he'd learned to love you again. it was stupid and foolish.

in a matter of seconds, you bond with him.

the bond is made, the bond— something you were always looking forward to with him. you were always waiting for this moment, always waiting to be one with him. once, you had expected a flurry of emotions to flow through you— for neteyam’s love was as strong as a tsunami, once. you expected love and longing , desire and lust in one— for in every bond made, the pair becomes one. the bond is more than just feeling each other’s feelings— it is becoming each other. you expected so many emotions — because you felt so many emotions because of him— love, lust, desire, longing— everything is triggered because of him.

you watch as his pupils dilate, lips parting as your love courses through his veins— he can only hold onto your hand for support.

you, however, are still.

for you,

you feel nothing.

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rabbitsrams · 8 months

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size kink with schlatt but the roles are reversed :D (fem reader)

(don't rly see this often when speaking abt this kink, even in my own writing lol)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only.

so. what do i mean by roles are reversed? it's simple: the shorter person is the one who's in control/power/etc.

like idk, it kinda drives me wild the idea of big and tall schlatt underneath you, who's so much smaller than him.

teasing the absolute shit out of him and seeing him whimper and writhe underneath you. god.

"aw, am i too small for you?"

"my big guy looks so pretty under me like this."

big tough schlatt becoming absolute putty in your hands as soon as you push him on the bed in that certain way.

TYING HIM UP OH MY GOD????? BIG GUY AT YOUR MERCY????? A NEED!

him calling you 'miss' or 'mistress' (i'm dead, gone, goin' to heaven)

so much begging and pleading for you to use him, to stretch your tiny hole around his big cock. but goes silent as soon as you touch him.

"big tough guy has nothing to say now? use your words, angel."

"please, miss, please."

and ofc once you comply he thanks you with every other word.

pegging him oh my fcking god killing myself

call him a good boy and he's got his legs spread for you in an instant. he has such a huge (no pun intended) praise kink i don't make the rules.

he still praises you even if you're the one domming cause he just loves you <3

and the aftercare!!! esp if you tie him up or do smthn that requires a bit more energy, you're doting on him: running a bath, telling him how good he did, all that good stuff.

"you did so well for me, baby. i'm so proud of you."

and afterward him laying on your chest resting as you stroke his hair!!!!!!!!!! <3333 i am so soft for this man you don't even understand

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x you #schlatt imagine #schlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt smut #schlatt fanfic #schlatt fic #jschlatt fanfic

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mikulovingtrash · 10 months

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could you do Kaidou Shun, Kuboyasu Aren, Ochaco Uraraka, and Tenya Iida with a band kid reader who really really REALLY likes music and their main love languages being quality time, physical touch, and acts of service? 99% of the time when they’re doing their own thing you can expect a pair of headphones on them and blocking out everything else going on, and sometimes does the song and dance with it as well if they know it, even they don’t know it very well. Ty!!

Yayy 1st ask! Tysm <3 i rly luv music too, everything i do needs music

Kaidou Shun- No matter which instrument you play, he thinks you're so awesome and skilled. He definitely wants you to teach him so you guys can play togther <3 speaking of being together, the two of you are always together (like 2 peas in a pod lmao) You'll be blasting music in your headphones while he studies and you two look so cute! (His mom loves it) He was really flustered about physical touch in the beginning but now he can hold your hand without fainting! (Hes so cute omg) After a performance, he'll bring you pain meds, water, and maybe a towel if ur extra sweaty (i luv him sm) He doesn't laugh at your dancing because he sucks too P.S- He thinks you look super cute in your headphones ♡

Aren Kobayasu- i feel like he already knows how to play an instrument. Either a wind/horn instrument like a trombone, the drums, or a fucking electric guitar. I KNOW y'all play together. That's one of the main things you guys do together. You two definitely make playlists for each other as well. He buys you new headphones when he notices yours being affected by how long you've had them (such a sweetie) He does get a little embarrassed by PDA sometimes, but mostly, he's all over you (and you're not complaining) He laughs at your dancing but then he'll dance worse than you lol P.S- He thinks you look goofy in your headphones but in an endearing way ♡

Ochaco Uraraka- she used to think she couldn't play any instruments because her quirk got in the way :( but you got her those weird gloves that only have some fingers and now she can!! :D She supports you so much, she's your #1 fan! You'll practice and she'll just sit there and listen before showering you in kisses and praise <3 I feel like she wears headphones a lot too, but not as much as you do. (No one wears them as much as you do) She definitely loves hugging you, but won't hug you after a performance because you're sweaty lol. While you're performing, shes screaming and holding up a sign that she made for you 😭 shes so cutee! She can dance well because of the performance with the class she did, so you look extra goofy next to her ♡

Tenya Iida- If you play, perform, and listen to a kind of alt style of music, I feel like he'd call it satanic lmaoo HE WOULD CALL YOU A HOOLIGAN HAHSH But if you enjoy classical music or mainstream music, he is on one knee immediately. Someone he can show off to his parents! He doesn't wear headphones because he's proud of his classical and mainstream music, so he doesn't hide it. Still gets flustered over holding your hand in public lol (super soft kisses AHH) He will definitely do anything for you, you have this man wrapped around your damn finger 💀 he loves study dates with omg, I just know it! CANNOT DANCE FOR THE LIFE OF HIM, HE HAS NOT IMPROVED

I wear over the ear headphones, what ab u guys?

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mvshr00m-1 · 7 months

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Angsty ass future Leo render??? :0

Tw: gore(pixelated), limb loss, and angsttt

Context for drawing:

I feel like future Leo would struggle with hallucinations, y'know like reliving/seeing what he lost n shit (this could include hallucinations of his brothers and general losses).

Mixed with the stress and exhaustion of leading a big as resistance for a seemingly hopeless and never ending war. Would be the primary trigger for the hallucinations.

One hallucination being depicted in the rendering being seeing his arm he dismembered again, even if it's a fully healed stub now. This common vision would lead to Leonardo having his stub be bandaged up most of the time when he couldn't wear his prosthetic, but apart from those cases, he would constantly wear his arm :D

Over all very proud of the drawing, even if it's rly angsty for no reason :3

The drawing pre-colours/render cause yes:

He is such a goofy bald lad fr

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #art #leonardo #digital illustration #rottmnt future leonardo #peepaw multiverse #future leo #leo #leonardo hamato #future leonardo #bad future #bad future timeline #au #render

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bixcaleen · 4 months

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CREATOR TAG GAME

bringing this back bc i think it's fun 🤭

pick your 5 favorite gif sets of 2023 that got less than 1k notes and then pick 10 gifsets of someone else's that got less than 1k notes.

mine:

this alicent hightower set bc i love the guts album for her and the cassette tape effects along with the ripped paper effects were super fun to play with

my beloved ladies (phoebe, rachel, & monica)!!! i just love them sm

natasha romanoff's tinder page was a random thought that came to my head and v proud of how it turned out :D

this yennefer set is one of my most prized possessions. the blending alone took me so long and i'm happy w the way it looks

the blending of this anidala set nearly killed me...and this is one of the only times i've ever done a quadruple blend

others:

i am OBSESSED with this star wars set by @edwards-teach...the coloring is just so stunning and i love the simplicity of the quotes in a box!

this star wars set by @padme-amidala is probably the best thing i have ever seen. the amount of blends and transitions and coloring is just mind blowing! seriously a piece of art work. still can't get over that erika made this set for me <3

becca's (@yenvengerberg) gifs always leave me speechless but this yen and tissaia set just has a special place in my heart..the quote, the colors, the blending, the transitions are all just perfection and capture the relationship so well 🥹

this alicent set by @saws2004 lives in my mind rent free. i absolutely ADORE the way the quote flows through the layout, so well done. the blending and the use of b&w is just superb. honestly one of my fav sets ever i could just stare at it all day

i LOVE the typography in this anidala set by @cal-kestis...nik is just a photoshop wizard and her creativity always blows me away. the blue and orange go so well together and nik's ability to combine multiple fonts is perfection.

this yennefer set by @ughmerlin is so so pretty!! the colors are so soft and the song matches yennefer perfectly. i also love the transition from b&w to color chefs kiss. & the font choice is just lovely.

umm hello??? this shang chi set by @simoneashley is gorgeous. the amount of time this must have taken was so worth it bc the colors are so so vibrant. i always love a good rainbow set esp when the coloring is this amazing!!

this house of the dragon set by @lady-arryn is so beautiful. the coloring and sharpening is just so soft and ethereal. and this particular blue/orange combo is wonderful. i am particularly obsessed with the blending of second gif..its just SO pretty.

my beloved triss!! this triss merigold set by @genyazafin is amazing i love it sm. i love the blue and orange and the way the coloring captures the darkness of the show. also the blending of the last gif is just so satisfying

screeeeeaaaaam this natasha and yelena set by @rosamndpike is just pURE pAin and is also rly rly pretty. the blending is flawless and i love the song + scene pairing choices. the typography alignment and placement is also super unique and satisfying

+ one more because i can – this regina set by bestie @morgana-pendragon is just teehee amazing. i love the trio of term idea and those three words fit regina perfectly (esp the 1st and 3rd lol).. the purple coloring is so her and is so well done

no pressure tagging all the people above & @singularities @moirainesedai @rebecca-weltons & anyone else who wants to do this !

#tag game

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this-is-krikkit · 2 months

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Hello Sunshine ☀️

I hope you're doing well!

For the Writer Goals ask game, how about 🍄, 🦷 & 🛏️ ?

hey VV 👩🏻‍🦯 (do you remember that nickname? lmao i just did)

hope things are good for you, thank you for the ask!

✉️ send some writer goals questions my way ✉️

🍄 Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

okay so, technically i've written for bungou stray dogs and buddy daddies if you count this piece of crack (that i'm insanely proud of no matter what that says about my mental state) as an actual fic, but as it's a big crossover i'm not sure it counts... so i'd say either one of these fandoms (or both, really!). gotta finish watching bsd first though, but i'm almost there :D

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

there's one particular wip that's been fucking with my brain for almost a year that i just... can't get right for some reason. it's a (very long once i'm done with it, no doubt) one shot that starts a few months after Levi joins the Corps, it's levihan ofc, and it could span until post-canon if it wanted, with a very precise headcanon of mine that i've had for a while (that i want to keep a surprise for now but i think you'll like!)

i've been battling with this fic for so long, some days feel like i'm going nowhere; and at the same time i am SO in love with the idea and i objectively am making some progress (i think i just figured out the rhythm, for example!) i just rly can't wait to give ao3-birth to it because this might be my worst word pregnancy yet ughh

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

another wip that's kind of been bugging me for a while (mostly because it turned into a multichapter and i want to plan things out before i post any of it) is a fake relationship AU! i've wanted to write this trope for a long time and was kind of intimidated by it bc it's one of my faves to read, but i decided to give it a shot after all. that, too, will be levihan, and i can't wait to post it (but i'm being reasonable and writing a few chapters in advance this time to avoid another guilt-inducing right as rain situation lol)

dividers

#tumblr games #writer asks #mutuals asks #asks #youre ackermine #my writing #levihan #long post

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lionydoorin · 2 years

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this is gonna be a guilty pleasure for me but pls try drawing nancy in her cheer uniform and robin in her band uniform 🫶🏼 doesn’t matter what they’re doing or where they are i’d just wanna see them like that 😌

THERE YOU GO ! seriously it was suposed to be more of a sketch but i got hooked on trying to learn how to draw a trumpet and took it way too seriousky... i love love love them though! rly proud of this one :D

✨SHE'S CHEER CAPTAIN AND I'M ON THE BLEACHERS✨

look at them lesbians i love them so much

#nice break from studying #i lovd them #cheerleader nancy my beloved!!!!#BLASTING YOU BELONG WITH ME AS I DREW THIS ‼️‼️‼️#thank you thank you for the request ana!! 💞💞💞#no i'm really happy about this one omg #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ma ur arting #ask #hopelessronantics #doodle requests <3

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lesbicosmos · 1 year

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bbc merlin liveblog - s1 ep2: valiant

i forgot abt how many dramatic slowmo shots of knights riding horses this show has

i say id love a sword but if i actually had to use one id probably be like merlin, just flailing around and tripping over my own feet (when i say probably i mean definitely, im like that without a sword)

any scenes of merlin without his neckerchief feel wrong, like merlin why are you naked put that scarf back on pls

morganas so pretty what the actual fuck

*dramatic sword fighting music begins*

morgwen being adorable in the stands while the men brutally attack each other <3

merlin: *makes a joke* arthur: *chuckles* merlin: :D

once again, the costume department for this show is insane i love every outfit (particularly morganas!! all her dresses are absolutely gorgeous)

the random sped up parts of some montage shots is hilarious to me and i cant explain why

"he's using magic" "are you sure?" - summary of the entire show

morgana holding onto and stroking gwen's cloak is so cute i love them so much

gotta love the creativity of the episodes so far, there's been magic death singing and magic death snake shield

"i wouldn't like to you" "i want you to swear to me that what you're telling me is true" WHY ARE THEY STOOD SO CLOSE TOGETHER THEYRE SO GAY

arthur talking to uther in the council room and merlin just stood a few paces behind him like🧍🏻‍♂️

this whole thing makes no sense, could they not have just...shown uther ewan's body which has a snake bite???

im loving the random cuts to morgana just looking ethereal as usual. director rly said give the lesbians what they want

merlin having not even been arthurs servant for an episode and being fired already- if only it was that easy for arthur to get rid of him 😭😭

god the set's so beautiful, i wanna go to pierrefonds so bad

"just give me a straight answer!" HA 'straight' sorry merlin ur destiny is anything but that

the compilation of merlin trying to get the spell right to bring the statue to life is FUCKING HILARIOUS that one shot where he's stood on something pointing down at the statue dramatically and yelling the incantation 😭

*morgana enters the room* *music changes to something actually ethereal and godly* as it should she's perfect

"i did it! :D" merlins so adorable

AND MORGANA SAVES THE DAY LIKE THE BADASS BITCH SHE IS I LOVE HER

"you're too proud to admit you were saved by a girl" "because i wasn't!" "you know what? i wish valiant was escorting me." "fine." "fine!" why did they think anyone would believe the almost-romance plotline theyre so incredibly siblings

#three guesses who my favourite character is #youll never get it guys its so difficult #anyway morgana's entire existence is everything to me #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #gwen merlin #merthur #morgwen #merlin liveblog

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