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angel-of-the-moons · 29 days

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A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

#moon knight #khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu x you #khonshu moon knight #moon knight khonshu #khonshu smut

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al9ayf · 9 months

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Hiiii

I wanted to ask if you can write a scenario where Mihawk accidentally ate an aphrodisiac pleasee🙏🙏🙏

so sorry this took a while i had writer’s block for a little but i really loved how this turned out (went overboard a little too tbh 😭) ty for the request ❤️

ᥫ᭡ 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 | dracule mihawk x f!reader

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the silence of the castle messed with you.

it felt abandoned most of the time. it was so quiet and dead, you took to spending time with perona who was very hard to get along with. but she deemed you cute enough to be around her, so you both tolerated each other. and you only were around her because mihawk was too busy training zoro. it was better than being alone though.

that night was the same as every other night for the past few months. you were with perona in her bedroom, painting your nails with her as you both talked about anything and everything that crossed your minds. it was fun to be sitting there on her bed, laughing and talking shit. you came to appreciate her now and then, and even considered her to be a sister (one that is greatly annoying at times).

when you finished your nails, you placed the nail polish on the nightstand and got up. you walked over to the window to look out into the clearing. zoro and mihawk were training, as usual. you could barely see their silhouettes, but it was a full moon so your eyes adjusted to the glowing moonlight as you looked down upon them.

“they’re still out there?” asked perona, walking up behind you. you didn’t bother to turn and look at her.

“when are they not out there?” you asked.

“they’ve been at it for hours! he never gives that idiot a break, let alone a drink!” she walked away from you and laid back down on the bed. “i’m getting bored…”

you watched them for a few seconds longer before turning away. you didn’t know where your relationship stood with mihawk. you never did. you weren’t dating nor were you his wife, but it often felt like it. at first, you were just an occasional fuck here and there for the pirate captain. then as time went on, you became something more to each other. the relationship went from late-night sex to a constant want of being with each other all the time. that is until zoro arrived a few months ago, begging to be trained by mihawk. you never really were with each other again since. even perona took notice since she liked to tease you about it.

you didn’t like admitting to it, but you felt like a second thought to mihawk at this point. you only ever were with him when it was time for dinner, but that would mean zoro and perona were with you there as well.

you had to look back out the window to see if they were still out there. you needed to see him again, it’s been far too long. even a private conversation would be lovely. as you watched the two swordsmen come walking back to the castle, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself.

“they’re back,” you said, turning around. you quickly exited perona’s room with her following behind you. you speed-walked to the stairs where you caught mihawk and zoro talking by the front door. you and perona listened in on their conversation (in which you had no interest). she didn’t know why she bothered participating with whatever was going on in your head, and you not even saying hello or even engaging in the conversation only made her even more bored.

she looked at you, then at the men, back at you. “well?” she asked.

you looked at perona, almost in confusion since you didn’t realize she had followed you. the look upset her, so she scoffed in your face and walked back to her room. you were only even more confused by how rude she suddenly became, but that was perona, so you didn’t think much of it. your attention returned to mihawk as soon as you heard the conversation ending. zoro walked up the stairs and you started walking down them. you greeted him as you walked past him, and he did the same.

you stopped at the last step and placed your hand on the railing. you didn’t say anything and neither did he. mihawk only came closer to you, and even though you were on the stairs, he was still taller than you. his red eyes that resembled fire looked deeply into yours, and for the first time in so long, you felt as if he cared about you again. but that feeling went away as soon as you heard zoro leave the immediate area, and mihawk finally spoke up.

“do you need something?” he asked, rolling his sleeves up. his voice was so deep, so soothing. you haven’t talked much, so every time you heard his voice, it made you so happy. but then there was his tone; almost like he just wanted everything to be over with. almost like he forgot that you two were something.

you looked behind you just in case perona or zoro were nearby, then back at mihawk. “i was hoping that you were free for the rest of the evening. i’d like to spend some time together,” you walked down the last step and now stood directly in front of him. you moved your hands behind your back and held them, looking up at him ever so slightly, and pushed your chest out a bit. you smiled just a little. at this point, you were hinting about going to the bedroom.

mihawk nodded as his stoic expression became a gentle one; a more vulnerable one. you leaned toward him, but he turned around and started heading down the hallway next to the stairs.

“bring the wine,” he said, leaving you standing at the stairs flustered again. you were annoyed at this point. you were deprived of sex and touch for so long it started to upset you more than you thought it would. you huffed and sighed, then begrudgingly headed to the wine cellar to grab some of the red wine he loved so much.

when you arrived, you looked at the racks of different types of wine. you didn’t bother looking for his favorite. you only grabbed a random one, as well as two glasses and a corkscrew, before leaving the cellar to join him in the lounge. you never enjoyed red wine. you only drank it with mihawk since you wanted to enjoy his interests too. but it now felt like a chore that you wouldn’t stop doing. not couldn’t, wouldn’t.

you opened the door to the lounge with your elbow and saw mihawk sitting in his favorite chair reading a newspaper. you started to shut the door with your back but closed it by raising your foot a little. now you two were alone, finally. you set the wine glasses on the table, along with the wine, and went to go open it up. mihawk set the newspaper down and looked at you trying to unscrew the bottle with the corkscrew.

“do you want me to do it?” he asked. you glanced at him, then quickly returned your focus to unscrewing the bottle. it came loose fast, and you set the screw down to pick up the wine and a glass.

“no need,” you said, smiling a little to yourself. you poured the wine into his cup and handed it to him before pouring one for yourself. you placed the wine on the side table by mihawk’s chair since he liked to have more than one cup, while you sat on the couch. the bottle’s label faced you, so as he sipped on his wine and read his newspaper, you took pleasure in reading the label. and the more you read, the more you realized how dumb you were in choosing the wine.

you had only taken a small sip, but you immediately set it down on the table so you wouldn’t drink it anymore. you looked at mihawk worriedly to tell him that the wine is not what it seems but then stopped yourself. your expression relaxed, and you leaned back into the couch. no, you weren’t going to tell him. you were going to wait until he finds out. you wanted to see how long the wine would take until he could start to feel its effects.

the wine you blindly chose was on the bottom rack by the door. it was put there for obvious reasons because it wasn’t your regular wine, but one for the bedroom. one to get the mood going, one to get horny on. to get in the mood, to feel good. to have a good time—a great time. one for sex. you looked back at your wine glass and decided to finish it. you didn’t want it to go to waste, even if you didn’t like it. as you drank it, mihawk set his newspaper down on the table, having finished reading the important news and not caring for anything else. he didn’t pay any mind to you as he went to go pour himself some more wine, even though he still had some wine left in his glass.

when he started to drink, he casually glanced at you to see that you had already finished yours. he set his glass down and looked at you with a raised brow. “i thought you didn’t like wine,” he said.

you leaned against the arm of the couch and rested your head on your hand. “i don’t,” you said, smiling. “but this one is nice. i like it.”

“it’s alright.”

you propped your elbow up on the arm and raised both brows. “really? doesn’t it taste different though?”

“is it supposed to taste different?”

you moved your arm away and shrugged your shoulders. “you’re the wine expert, you tell me.”

he stared at you for a moment longer before going back to his glass. you watched him drink it; watching as his throat gulped down the aphrodisiac-laced wine. you looked the other way and crossed your leg over the other. you sat silently, staring at a big painting as you waited for the drug to take its effect on you. you waited for around five minutes, and that is when you felt it. it was subtle at first, but when you squeezed your thighs together, it kicked in. you forced yourself to sit in a better position so you don’t yourself off by accident. you inhaled sharply when you thought about how good that felt. it felt better than usual.

you looked at mihawk, who was already looking at you, and you smiled at him again. “do you feel it?” you asked, standing up from the couch.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. you glanced at his wine glass, which was now empty, then back at him. you didn’t know if he was messing around or not. then you remembered: mihawk doesn’t play games. he’s brutally honest about anything. he didn’t know what you were talking about.

you walked up to him and placed your hands on either arm, trapping him in his chair. “ever since that swordsman arrived, you have not touched me,” you said. “every night, i prayed that you would come into my room and take me. that you’ll fuck me so hard that i would beg for you to stop...”

“y/n—“

you cut him off. “the wine answered my prayers,” you said, almost in a whisper. “look at it. look at what you’ve drunk.” you grabbed the wine and shoved it in his face. he read the label and then looked at you. you threw the bottle somewhere, letting it shatter against the wall and allowing its contents to spill on the tile floor.

mihawk pushed you away from him and stood up, but you moved back up to him and pressed your body up against his. you gripped his shirt and looked up at his mixed expression. you could tell he was feeling so many different emotions at the same time. “if you wanted me to have sex with you so badly, you didn’t have to do all this,” he said grabbing your shoulders.

“are you listening to yourself?” you asked. “you gave me no attention for months. i have tried so many times to get into bed with you, but you are so fucking blind by my advances.” you moved your hand down to his crotch and squeezed it gently, watching as his expression changed and he held back a moan.

“now do you feel it?” you whispered. “it makes everything so much better.”

mihawk grabbed your chin and forced you to look all the way up at him. he moved his head down, with his lips just hovering centimeters above yours. “and you wasted the whole bottle.”

“who cares?” you turned him around and shoved him onto the couch. you got on top of him and kissed him roughly. mihawk grabbed your waist and shoved you up against his body even further. the grind against his crotch was slow but good. it felt better than it should have, so you grabbed his shoulders and did it again. you moaned into the kiss and then pulled away.

“don’t do shit like this again,” mihawk said, guiding your hips. he was out of breath just by the dry humping. and the harder he got, the faster you went. you didn’t say anything since you were too busy moaning. he suddenly stopped you and pushed you off of him, getting on top of you instead.

“do you hear me?” he asked in a stern voice. you smirked up at him and gave him a long moment of silence before finally replying.

“yes, captain.”

#one piece #one piece x reader #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #dracule mihawk #one piece mihawk

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undertale-writing-times · 7 months

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Can you do prompt 28 with nightmare ( nine months pregnant and still looking good (?) )

Hehe they meant this one! They sent another ask explaining that.

It's all good buddy!

You were Nightmare's datemate.

He treated you very well and always made sure that you got everything that you could ever want. At first, sure, he was a little mean, but after a while, you guys got used to each other, and... you think that he really loved you. It was cute.

His 'boys' liked you as well! You got along well with them, though Killer loved to mess with you and bully Nightmare about being in a relationship. It was pretty funny to see how the 'king of negativity' reacted to bullying.

You always had to stop yourself from laughing.

Then, guess what? You fell pregnant. When you found out and told the others, they were all pretty shocked! Dusty asked if you were sure, and you told them of course you were! You showed the pregnancy test, and Killer did a soul check to make 100% sure, and then started laughing. "Whoa, boss, you really went for it!" He almost got thrown out the window.

During the time that you were expecting, they were all a lot of help. Axe made sure that you ate well and enough, Dusty kept you company, and Killer was pretty good at getting you anything that you needed. Error was the worst, but you didn't mind that at all! You tried to tell all of them that they didn't need to do all of that, but they pretty much said it was better to do this than have to go and do some of the other stuff.

Nightmare rolled his eyeshine at that.

Now you were sitting on the couch, your hand resting on your tummy, watching the TV. You were the one who bought it and brought it in, mostly because Nightmare had no idea how that stuff worked, but hey, it came in handy! Killer was asleep on the couch beside you, his tail wagging slowly in his sleep. You told him that he should take a little break.

Nightmare walks into the room, holding some papers and looking them over, then looks over at you and gets a small smile on his face before clearing his throat, and he walks over and says, "Y/n, how are you feeling?" You were nine months, so he was worried that you would have the babies any time soon! You were told that they were going to be twins... Nightmare seemed almost freaked out about that.

"I think I'm feeling alright, a little tired and sore." He nods when he hears that and walks over, rubbing his hand over your tummy. He told you that he was worried about your body. Not in a bad way, but in a "I know that most wouldn't be able to handle our levels of magic... we are more than normal skeletons." You told him that it would be fine! You believed it, and you hoped that he did too. You look up at him, and he lets out a soft hum, mumbling, "Nine months pregnant and still looking lovely." he cups your cheek and leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

You snort at him, shaking your head, "You're an idiot." you mumble but lean into the touch, shutting your eyes. You were happy and, so far, everything seemed fine! We'd just have to wait and see what happens when the babies are born.

#undertale alternate timeline #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #Dreamtale #Dreamtale Nightmare #Dreamtale Nightmare Sans #Nightmare Sans #Nightmare #Nice Nightmare #Babybones #Pregnant Reader #x reader

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666writingcafe · 8 months

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You Are So Lucky

Leviathan

Some time ago--I don't know when, since I've been too focused on making these costumes to glance at a clock--MC poked their head in my room to ask if I wanted to go out to eat with them and the brothers. Not wanting to stop, I told them no, but asked that they bring something home for me to eat later.

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupts my concentration, and I mutter angrily as I check to see who had the audacity to call me. Any irritation I feel melts away when I see MC's name on my screen.

"Is everything alright?" I ask when I answer the call.

"No." MC's voice is faint, as if they're trying to keep this conversation a secret. "Just listen."

"I told you, I want to order another special Babel parfait!" Great. Beel's throwing a tantrum at the restaurant that they're at. "What about that do you not understand?! I already ate the one you brought earlier, and now I want another!"

"But sir--" I feel bad for the waiter. There's no explaining anything to Beel once he's angry.

"So what if I just ate a parfait that's meant to take four people an entire hour? So what if I did it in 15 minutes? Is there something wrong with that?!"

"We only have so many ingredients, and it's a seasonal item--"

"How is that my problem?! I'm hungry! I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!"

"That idiot..." Whatever else Lucifer says is drowned out by a bunch of voices yelling at each other.

"Why am I listening to this?" I ask.

"Evidence," MC answers quietly, frustration evident in their voice.

"For what?" Before MC can reply, Mammon yells for people to duck as plates begin breaking.

"This is really getting out of hand." Then why aren't you doing anything to stop it, Asmo? You have the ability to charm people into doing whatever you want, after all!

"Honestly, it's high time Beel learned some patience, which is why--" Silence. Did the line go dead as Satan was talking?

"A plate of pancakes hit Satan in the face," MC commentates softly.

"Oh shit," I respond. This can't be good.

"You! How dare you throw something at me!"

"Satan, calm down." Are you dumb, Lucifer?! You never tell an angry person to calm down, especially if they're the Avatar of Wrath!

"Shut the hell up!"

"What did you say?"

"I'm sick of you and your older brother act!"

"Well, I am your older brother, after all." Lucifer pauses. "Although, in your case, I guess I'm something even greater than that?" He did not just go there.

"And if you're going to criticize me, what about you?" I guess Lucifer wasn't done berating Satan yet. "Do you have to be defiant and hostile all the fucking time? Are you capable of behaving in any other way?"

"Do you need me to come get you?" I ask MC.

"Not yet," they whisper. "Just stay on the line."

"This is all Mammon's fault." Belphie's being unreasonable. I may not like Mammon a whole lot, but even I can acknowledge that he's innocent this time.

"What?! Why?! I didn't even do anything!" You tell them, Mammon!

"If you hadn't dodged that plate when it flew at Satan, it wouldn't have hit him in the face to begin with!" I actually face-palm at Asmo's statement.

"Oh, so you're sayin' it would've been okay for it to hit me?! Well, how would you like it if a plate hit you?!" More yelling and breaking plates.

"Levi." MC's voice is the most audible it's been this entire phone call. "In case I don't make it out alive, I want you to know that I love you and care for you deeply."

"What do you mean, in case you don't make it out alive?!" Silence. My screen indicates that the call has ended.

"Son of a bitch." I get up and stretch before grabbing a jacket off the floor and rushing out of my room. "If MC dies because of this, this entire realm will feel my wrath."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes || Anime Edition ||

Y/N: Wow, it’s a barren featureless wasteland out there isn’t it?

Hakkai: … Y/N, try turning the map around.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Young Ichigo: I’m sorry I ate your candy.

Young Y/N: I’m sorry I pushed you off the bench.

Ichigo: It’s okay.

Ichigo: Wait. When did you-

Y/N: *Pushes Ichigo off the bench*

{anime-Bleach}

•+•

Y/N: We dream of summertime during winter. We yearn for winter during summer. What fatal flaw has God injected the human psyche with? Why must we always strive for the thing furthest away from us?

Tsume: …Are you okay?

Y/N: My hands are freezing off here, Tsume.

{anime-Wolfs Rain}

•+•

Miroku: You’re mad at me.

Y/N: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Miroku: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Y/N: Woah, woah, woah. You think I’m into Kyo?

Yuki: Yes, Y/N, I do because you are.

Tohru: You mentioned his name nine times in the last ten minutes.

{anime-Fruits Basket}

•+•

Y/n: You’re supposed to be learning how to be good. So no more of….this.

Sesshomaru: You just gestured to all of me

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Y/n: I can hold the whole world in my hands.

Kougaiji, unconvinced: Oh yeah?

Y/n: *holds Kougaiji's face in their hands*

Kougaiji: *voice breaking* I have a reputation to uphold.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Y/n: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Ichigo: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Y/n: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING CHAD WITH ME

Rukia, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now

{anime-Bleach}

•+•

Hakkai: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Gojyo: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Goku: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Sanzo: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you people

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Y/n: *Gently taps table*

Shikamaru: *Taps back*

Naruto: What are they doing?

Hinata: Morse code.

Y/n: *Aggressively taps table*

Shikamaru: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

{anime-Naruto}

•+•

Kiba looking at Y/n and Tsume.

Kiba: So who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon.

Tsume: I’m a knife.

Y/n:He’s the little spoon.

{anime-Wolfs Rain}

•+•

L: Y/n , we need to talk about-

Y/n: He was already dead when I got here

L: What?

Y/n: What?

{anime-death note}

•+•

Y/n: “me and Spike have that special chemistry where we can finish each other’s-“

Spike: “sentences!”

Y/n: “don’t interrupt me”

{anime-Cowboy Bebop}

•+•

Sanji: “pfft- Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.”

Zoro: “You were flirting with Y/n..”

Sanji: “and? So what? She’s my wife.”

Zoro: “you asked them if they were single.”

Sanji: “.....”

Zoro: “And then you cried when they said they weren't..”

{anime-One Piece}

•+•

Roy: WHY. why did you give Y/n a KNIFE?!

Maes: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Roy : Now I feel unsafe!

Maes: I’m sorry.

Maes: ... would you like a knife?

{anime-Fullmetal Alchemist}

•+•

Y/n: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Y/n: i became more evil if you’re curious

Iruka: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Y/n: i’m going to get worse on purpose

{anime-Naruto}

•+•

Y/n : I will bathe in your fear.

Sanzo': Sorry but it feels like we're being threatened by cupcake.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Maes: Do you like Y/n?

Roy: What? No, I would never.

Maes: So you wouldn’t mind if I set them up-

Roy: I will kill you with my bare hands.

{anime-Fullmetal Alchemist}

•+•

Hakkai: Did you know that when you break a bone it typically will heal back stronger than before.

Y/n: So what you’re saying is I should break every bone in my body until I become invincible?

Hakkai:

Hakkai: Y/n, please do not.

{anime-Saiyuki}

•+•

Inyuasha: Don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.

Y/n: The power to believe in myself?

Inyuasha: No, a Sword.

Inyuasha: Stab them.

{anime-Inyuasha}

•+•

Hatori: I’ve lied to every girl I said “I love you” to. I thought I loved them but then I met you and realized I’ve never actually been in love before.

Y/n: Aww, I didn’t know that, Hatori. I’m kind of flattered—

Hatori: Yeah, it was eating me up inside so I called them each individually and told them I never loved them.

Y/n: Okay, that just seems unnecessary.

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letstalktea · 11 months

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Prized Heifer part 2

Series Pairings: Remy x Reader, Wren x Reader, Remy x Wren

Series content: Farmer!Reader, amab!Bull!Remy, amab!Bull!Wren, random extra characters, role reversal, hybrids are treated like animals, breeding (functional and kink), Wren fucks a cow!girl, voyeurism, vaginal sex (extra cow!girl receiving), anal sex (reader receiving), noncon turned dubcon, blood as lube

The next day wasn't much better. Without the competency of your foreman to keep the other idiots in line, they were relying on you to hold their hand for every little thing. That included checking on how willing your bull was to finally do his job.

"Has he eaten yet?" you asked the lanky assistant as he slid the large barn door open.

The other cattle were already out in the field, enjoying the grass and mindlessly munching away the day while your prized bull was busy being locked away; wasting another perfect day to make sure your cows had calves to sell.

"H-he did. Ate everything and all that."

He paused.

"But?" you asked incredulously, just knowing there was more he hadn't stated yet. If it was simply that he was awake and eating and back to acting as your good breeder, even they wouldn't need you.

"But, uhh, he's th-thrashing about and we c-can't manage him."

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes, "aphrodisiacs do that. His dick isn't the only place getting blood right now so he's probably itching to finally get out of there and fuck a cow."

You stepped onto the hay lining the hard floors of the barn and listened as the straws weakly cracked beneath your boots. From deep within the barn, where the small pens were, you could hear metal clanging and deep, angry mooing.

It was music to your ears.

The same stout man who had retrieved you yesterday was standing a good distance away from the cage door with a tranquilizer gun pointed at your bull. The assistant's hands were trembling so obviously that you doubted he would ever be able to hit Remy even from point-blank range. As it was, he flinched each time Remy rammed himself into the steady cage door to try and break through it, despite the tight metal collar around his neck – only loose enough to allow him to swallow food – that served as an extra precaution in case he somehow did manage to break the door for an escape attempt.

"Stop before you hurt yourself," you sneered. "If I have to put you out of commission for the entire breeding season, I'm going to be pissed. And if I'm pissed, this cage is going to be the least of your concerns."

As soon as you spoke, Remy's eyes grew wide again and his efforts to break the door through sheer force seemed to double as he snarled at your approach. He reached his arm through the gaps in the pen bars and swiped at you.

In his desperation to reach you – probably to throttle your throat as payback for putting three darts in him yesterday – he managed to press his body flush against the bars; the perfect position to admire and evaluate the exact nature of your prized specimen.

Through the gaps and holes in the metal bars, you could see how he towered over you and your trembling assistants; a sight that made them take precaution but left you unimpressed. You still remembered when he was a weak little calf sucking at his mother's teat and nibbling at the apples you'd sneak him when your parents weren't watching and that meant you didn't give a shit about how tall he was now after all these years. Hell, he was probably only so well off because of you. It was because of your care, physical regimen, and the high-quality diet you fed him that his muscles were well defined; the kind of muscles that people took one look at and knew they wanted a calf with his genes – the same genes he'd gotten from his father.

The pale brown fur that was carefully groomed grew short atop his head and in slightly curly rivets down to the middle of his back where it faded naturally. In the sunlight seeping in through the barn windows, it matched the shade of creamed coffee. His eyes were a disgusting green that reminded you of sludge growing at the top of water, but people seemed to like them so you weren't complaining.

His hands were strong and broad as they began to shake the metal bars. His powerful hooves ground into dirt to try and find leverage to push him forward as if he could somehow force himself to squeeze through the bars of the cage door. His tail swayed limply, yet aggressively behind him as his flat ears twitched and his nostrils flared. All the while, his horns made this incessant scraping sound as they brushed and battered against the metal.

But, more than any of that – more than the annoyances of caring for him or his superior quality – you were glad to see that the cock that hung heavy between his legs finally seemed to be doing what it was supposed to. It stood proudly through the metal bars while, just below, his full balls swung in time with his frantic thrusting and clawing. No doubt the extra stimulant you'd ordered to be put in his food this morning had done its job.

Now he should have been eager to do his as well.

With a smirk creeping across your face, you wrapped your hand around the girth of his erection only to find it was so thick that your fingers couldn't touch. The cows would like that.

He rattled the cage again as he mooed. It was the same sound he made when he was happily climbing on top of one of the cows and sinking his cock into her wet cunt. That was a good sign.

"Are you ready to be a good bull for me, Remy?" You gave his cock a firm squeeze, watching as beads of white started to dribble out of slit at its head. "You'll fuck lots and lots of cows, won't you? Or else I may have to turn you into a steer." The last word out of your mouth was filled with a venom he couldn't miss.

That didn't seem to perturb him one bit though as he began humping your hand instead.

His cock was hot in your grip as you watched the way he used a part of you like it was a replacement for a real cow. The cum leaking from his tip only served to make everything more wet and sticky as the need to mate seemed to replace all other thoughts in his head.

Just as you began to feel him twitching in your hand, you pulled away.

The denial of an orgasm only appeared to agitate him further as he bucked in your direction and grinded against the air through the bars.

"After the shit you pulled, you sure as fuck aren't wasting your semen like that. If you want to cum, you'll do it inside a cow." You got uncomfortably close to the bars, staring up at him with furrowed brows and a snarl as you grabbed his balls and crushed them in your grip. "Got that?"

He didn't moo. Instead, he returned your snarl with one of his own just before you felt something warm splash against your lower stomach, just over your clothing.

When you looked down you saw a trail of white staining your outfit, seeping into your shirt.

Blood rushed to your face and heated it to the point you thought it would burn off.

"You- You-" No insults came to mind for your rebellious bull through your cloud of anger, but a slew of punishments did.

You turned on your heels, glaring at your assistants as a silent warning not to say anything about what they'd just seen.

They got the message.

"Whatever you gave him this morning? Double it for his next meal and then leave him isolated in that pen all night where he can smell but can't reach a single cow. Don't even let him grind against anything," you said as you began to storm off. "The next time he ejaculates, it better be inside something. Do you understand?"

Both of your assistants nodded as they followed after you.

"And give that one cow in heat to one of the other bull's that will actually bother to breed her before she loses her chance to have a calf for another month. Maybe Wren. I don't care. Just make sure he can hear what it sounds like when a good bull actually does their fucking job."

All that mattered to you at the moment was making a point and rubbing it in Remy's smug, beast face.

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#h2ho #a cool drink of water #degrees of lewdity #remy the farmer #nsft post #tw hybrids

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biscuitblinkeu · 1 year

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In Too Deep

Fluff if you squint • Angst

Lalisa Manoban x Fem!reader -> Requested

Prompt: Reader has feelings for Lisa but Lisa begins to fall in love with someone else

@firstloverosie

………………………………………………………

“Oh? That’s great Lis!” You smile. Your heart aches dully.

Lisa just told you she befriended her crush, Jennie Kim. They’ve talked occasionally but we’re never able to call each other friends, more so classmates. She’s been crushing on her for a while, you're happy for her.

“I know! Thanks for giving me tips on conversation starters.”

“You're welcome.”

Now, two days later.

“Lisa stop, you look like an idiot,” you whisper before looking behind her, a smirk growing on your face, “she’s coming over here.”

“What? Who? Jennie?! Wait, do I— do I look okay? Are my bangs s—” You put your hand on your shoulders, looking her into the eye, “you look perfect, alright?” She did, she always did. Lisa was beautiful. She nodded slowly. You turned her around, just as Jennie reached you two.

“Jennie..” She breathed out, flustered. You nodded at Jennie with a polite smile before walking off as you mouthed a ‘see you later’. Lisa panicked, her eyes wide, pleading for you to come back. You were the only person stopping her from becoming a nervous mess in front of Jennie. She turned back to Jennie when you were out of sight.

“So, about that…” Jennie began speaking.

You were in class, head laying on the desk as you rolled your pencil and watched it slide down the angled table.

Your pencil was in the middle of rolling back towards you and you were ready to catch it until a backpack slammed on the desk next to you. You flinched before sitting up only to see it was Lisa.

“Really?” You groaned, your heart rate fast from being startled, or maybe it was because of the sight of Lisa.

“Sorry,” she looked sheepish before she remembered what she had to tell you. “Oh!”

“Jennie agreed to meet up after school with me! But before I get to that— oh my god she’s so,” you mentally prepared yourself to listen to her gush about Jennie.

“And then, back to her agreeing to meet up after school with me. We’re gonna go to that new cafe that opened up, get ice cream, and then go to the park— Shit…is that considered a date?” She froze, looking like a ghost just passed through her, and you held back a laugh.

“I mean, it could be considered that. That is what you do on dates, after all.”

“You have to come. I don’t know, watch us and have an earpiece in so you can make sure I don’t make a fool out of myself—” you shook your head rapidly.

“Yeah, no way. That’s weird, I’m not gonna watch you.” It’s bad for your heart.

Lisa eventually gave up trying to persuade you. Then school was over. You waved bye to them as they walked to Lisa’s car, then you drove home.

The next week...well, more Lisa and Jennie.

“Hah! You can’t say that anymore because this time, it’s an official date, not a hang out between friends. She’s letting me court her.”

Your heart twinges. Painfully so. Your smile falters, but you fix it a second later. You don’t think it was noticeable. You force yourself to feel elated.

“Look at you making moves! Is this really the shy, nervous wreck I know?” You mess up Lisa’s bangs, and she wacks your hands away laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see when I ask her to be my girlfriend.” It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It’s like something is clawing at your heart from the inside.

You swallow thickly, and force a laugh out. Dry as it is, it gets out.

“Okay, um…text or call me if you need help picking out an outfit, or if you're freaking out.” You say, just putting it out there, because knowing Lisa, she’ll freak out.

“I definitely will.”

She did call you like she said. Now, you sat on video call, you on your bed while you ate some chips and watched Lisa walk in and out her closet from her phone propped up on her dresser.

“This is hilarious.”

“No it isn’t, I’m having a crisis here and you're eating potato chips.” She deadpanned. You rolled your eyes playfully, brushing off chip crumbs on the corners of your mouth before bringing your phone closer to you.

“So is this fancy or casual?” You asked and she came up to the camera. Her face was one of horror, “I didn’t ask that. Oh my god—”

“Lisa, just text her and ask?”

“Oh… Okay, I’ll do that.” She fumbled around for a bit, “She said dress casually. And she finds it funny I asked her because I was the one who asked her on a date.” You laughed, that’s ironic.

“Okay stop running around like a headless chicken,” you squinted at the screen, “grab that white cropped t-shirt and those tan…um, trousers? Yeah, and change into those.” You saw Lisa’s previous articles of clothing fly across the camera and your mouth became dry.

“Done.”

“Okay, tuck in the back of the shirt in your bra strap. Put your hair down. Alright, and then put that one necklace you always wear on, layer more necklaces, then add some rings— and there you go!“ Lisa stood in front of her mirror now, “Damn, I look hot.” She does.

“Thanks, (Y/n)!” She looks at her phone clock, “oh shoot, I should be on my way to pick Jennie up, bye bye.” She waves cutely at the camera, “Bye Lis, have fun.”

After you hang up, you're reminded of reality. The reality where the girl you're in love with likes somebody else.

Your heart crumbles a little more. Although this time, you struggle to pick up the pieces.

You were stuck asking yourself: Why weren’t you good enough?

Maybe— maybe if you were different, if you were like Jennie, she would love you. She would— No.

You're just fooling yourself. The heart wants what the heart wants. But why did your heart choose Lisa? Choose another’s that wasn’t in love with yours.

You drag your hands down your face.

I hate you, heart.

And then you cried. And when you couldn’t cry anymore, you fell asleep.

You woke up with a text from Lisa about last night, they kissed.

You dreaded coming to school the next morning.

Just like always, Lisa bounded up to your locker. You smiled, albeit tiredly. It didn’t matter how much you slept last night, you were exhausted. She paused upon noticing your drowsy features.

“You look like…”

“Crap? Yeah I know. I didn't get much sleep last night.”

She runs a hand up and down your arm soothingly and you really wish she didn’t. You yawn, before shutting your locker and leaning against it, “what’s up?”

“Jennie,” she begins and you grit your teeth knowing what’s coming, or at least you hope you know; all the while keeping a smile on your face. Maybe they kissed again? Maybe they watched the stars? Or maybe they—

What could be worse for you to hear besides those?

“I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes!” Lisa, unable to contain her excitement, shakes your shoulders. But you're still stomaching her words.

Oh.

Your heart shatters. This one hit the nail on your head.

“I’m so happy for you Lisa!” Your throat constricts and it feels dry, but you get the words out.

Lisa’s smile fades, and you wonder: why? Why is her beautiful smile fading? Why is she frowning, what happened to the glow in her eyes? Why—

“If you're happy for me…then why are you crying?”

What?

You blink, slowly realizing Lisa’s right and that indeed, tears were streaming down your cheeks. You tried wiping your face to stop the tears from falling but they kept going.

“(Y/n),” Lisa goes to wipe away your tears, her eyebrows furrow in concern, “Are you okay? Did I upset you? Please tell me what’s wrong..”

“It’s nothing,” you say and brush off her concern, pulling her hands away from your face, “I’ll just head to the bathroom, alright?”

“I’ll come with you,” she tries and you shake your head, “look, there’s Jennie, talk to her for a bit?” You felt a mix of relief and sadness seeing the feline-eyed girl come down the hallway, you waved her over and as she walked closer toward the two of you she frowned, at your tear stained cheeks.

You smiled, and you're sure your smile gave everything away. You hoped it did, because then you wouldn’t have to explain everything. Then you headed down the halls, ignoring the looks from other students. Ignoring Lisa’s calls.

You didn’t go to the bathroom like you said. You wanted to be as far away from the school as possible, and you hate to admit it, but as far away from Lisa and Jennie too.

You went to a park in an old neighborhood where barely anyone lived anymore, and sat underneath one of the slides. Then you began to sob, hard. Because until now, you never really gave yourself time to let everything out.

Your breathing was irregular and you struggled to breath. You clawed at your chest because it hurt.

You felt like you were drowning. Every time you got closer to the surface, closer to coming to terms that you're not the one she loves and that you have to forgive and forget, you were pulled back down. You were just…

In too deep.

#blackpink #fanfic #fem reader #lisa x femreader #lisa x fem!reader #blackpink x reader #biscuitrequest #biscuitblinkeu #lisa x reader #lisa manoban

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jurassicsickfics · 8 months

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5, F, and 😣

I can’t decide on the sickie/caretaker soooo author’s choice! (I love your writing btw :D)

I’m thinking maybe Sickie ate something that upset their stomach before having to go to a college lecture. They don’t think much of it; some gurgles here and there, but nothing too noticeable… until they have to start muffling nauseous burps, which draws the attention of Caretaker and a few other students. Comfort ensues🥰

Sure! Hope you enjoy!

Quick disclaimer that I know a few of these characters died before college but we're just gonna pretend they didn't for this fic. Lol.

Lynda knew good and well that she shouldn't have eaten those eggs for breakfast this morning. Without fail, eggs always made her sick to her stomach, and yet, because she was in a rush and they were the first thing she could grab out of the fridge, she ate them anyway. She had barely even arrived at campus before her belly was feeling bloated and bubbly. She didn't think much of it, in fact, being the preppy cheerleader that she was, her biggest concern was how she was going to keep from burping or farting during class. Little did she know, she'd soon be longing for the days of simple embarrassing gas.

As Lynda made her way to her usual spot in class, her boyfriend, Bob, caught her attention.

"Mornin' babe." She cood, giving Bob a kiss on the cheek. He smirked and said, "There's my darling baby." The two giggled in that silly was that young lovers do as they sat in side-by-side desks. The two talked, waiting for their professor to make an appearance, (she was always late), and, suddenly, Lynda's stomach contributed a loud gurgle to the conversation. Bob stopped mid sentence. "Was that your stomach??" He asked. Lynda's cheeks lit up in an embarrassed blush. "Y-yeah, it was..." she answered sheepishly.

Bob gave the blond a concerned look. "You feel ok? Your stomach isn't usually that vocal."

Lynda shrugged. "Yeah. I'm ok. I just...ate eggs this morning, that's all."

Bob sighed deeply. "Lyn, you know eggs make you sick. Why'd you do that?"

Lynda gave an embarrassed shrug. "I dunno...I'm an idiot I guess. But...it'll be fine, I'm sure..."

Laurie and Annie had come sprinting in seconds before they would've been considered late. They sat in the desks near Lynda and Bob, and the 4 young adults greeted each other quietly as the lecture began.

They were only 25 minutes into the excruciatingly boring lecture when Bob began to notice Lynda squirming uncomfortably in her seat. She rubbed her belly when she thought no one was looking, and occasionally burping as quietly as possible into her fist. Laurie, who was sitting next to her on the other side, mouthed, "you ok?", as she noticed too.

Lynda lied with a nod of her head, and tried to take a deep breath. She could barely even get the air in, though, because her belly felt so ridiculously full. She'd never felt so bloated in her life.

Within another few minutes, she was ready to throw in the towel on touching it out. She was so nauseous she thought for sure she was going to throw up. She didn't even mind the thought, actually. In fact, a good puke sounded like it'd make her feel better right about now. Now to work up the courage to tell Bob she wasn't feeling well.

She nudged his leg with her foot, and the curly haired boy turned to her. He gave her a look that said, "What is it?" Lynda scooted closer and whispered in his ear, "My stomach hurts...I need a belly rub...please..."

Bob, being the sweet and caring guy he was, was quick to oblige. He scooted as close to Lynda as he could, now more thankful than ever that the classroom's desks were so close together, and began to massage circles into her stomach. The cheerleader gave a soft, pained moan and buried her face in her boyfriend's shoulder, burping into his shirt.

This was a red flag for Bob; Lynda never allowed herself to burp out loud like that, unless she felt terrible.

As Lynda cuddled up to Bob, she suddenly felt Laurie's hand patting her back. "I told you not to eat eggs anymore..." Laurie murmured. Lynda's eyes widened and she turned around to look at Laurie. "How...how'd you know?" Laurie shrugged with a sympathetic smile. "Well, eggs are about the only thing that makes you sick like this, so..." she replied in a whisper. Lynda nodded in agreement; Laurie certainly had a point.

It was then that Annie noticed the commotion. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Lyn's got an upset stomach. " Came Bob's hushed reply. Annie gave a sympathetic click of her tongue and began to run her fingers through Lynda's silky, blonde hair.

Between burping and breathing through cramps, a thought occurred to Lynda.

"Well...obviously feeling sick in class isn't ideal...but being pampered by my awesome friends and boyfriend certainly does help..."

#sicknario #sickfic #upset stomach #stomach ache #belly ache #annie brackett #lynda van der klok #bob simms #laurie strode #halloween 1978

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ridiasfangirlings · 1 year

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s1 sarumi in a "fvck or die" situation

Imagine they get caught by some Strain who has like the power to lock people in a room indefinitely and the only way to get out is to have sex. Fushimi was hunting down the Strain on his own, because that’s how he prefers to work and anyway the power can’t work on him if he doesn’t have another person with him. Of course he forgets all about that the minute he runs into Yata, immediately focused on taunting and teasing Yata instead. As they’re arguing the Strain suddenly tries a surprise attack, Fushimi realizes a moment too late and Yata instinctively tries to get between Fushimi and the Strain, like he doesn’t even stop to think about it his body just moves on its own to protect Saruhiko.

The next thing they both know they’re in a plain white room with no windows and just one door. Yata tries to open the door to no avail while Fushimi checks his PDA and sighs, no signal. Yata tries using his powers but nothing works, there’s no way to break the door. Yata’s starting to get worried, like what the hell is this how do we get out. Fushimi gives him this crooked grin like you don’t idiot, we’re going to die in here unless Captain and S4 can find the Strain before we both die of dehydration. Yata’s like there’s no way, he can’t believe that this is true. Fushimi snaps that this is all Yata’s fault, Yata didn’t need to protect him, and Yata’s like who said I even wanted to protect you anyway. They start to squabble a little and Fushimi ends up unintentionally revealing that they can actually get out of here, they just have to have sex first.

Yata’s like what the hell kind of pervert is this Strain, Fushimi shrugs and says it’s not like he’s interested in having sex with a virgin like Misaki anyway. Yata coughs and is like yeah well I wouldn’t want to…do that with you either, though his face is all red. Fushimi tells Yata to just leave him alone, curling up in a corner of the room to sleep. Time passes and they both start getting more and more anxious, they’re both hungry and thirsty and being in this just plain white room with nothing but each other is wearing on them both. Fushimi keeps telling Yata to stay away from him and not talk to him and at first Yata’s like fine you don’t talk to me either but of course he can’t just sit there in silence and keeps trying to talk with Fushimi, probably trying to ask why Fushimi left Homra. Fushimi doesn’t answer and he just keeps looking more and more haggard, Yata’s getting worried because he doesn’t know how long they’ve been in here and he’s feeling it himself too but he knows how Fushimi’s diet is and when was the last time Fushimi ate or drank.

Yata wonders how much longer they can take this and Fushimi gives this bitter laugh like why does it matter, my only regret is dying with a moron like you. Yata steels himself and finally he’s like ‘you don’t really mean that, do you?’. Fushimi clicks his tongue and Yata says he doesn’t want to die and Fushimi shouldn’t want that either, they need to live so Yata can kick his ass for being a traitor. Yata comes close to Fushimi and for once Fushimi’s the one looking hesitant as he says Yata’s name, Yata takes a deep breath and then leans in and gives Fushimi a tender kiss. Fushimi wonders what Yata thinks he’s doing and Yata’s like ‘this is the only way, right?’. Yata asks if Fushimi’s okay with it — it’s not like he forgives Fushimi or anything but they have to get out of here, and if they keep waiting around rescue might not come. Fushimi just looks at Yata for a long time and then nods, Yata swallows down his own nervousness as he kisses Fushimi again and starts clumsily taking off Fushimi’s pants.

#sarumi #Talking K #...somehow this ended less spicy than expected XD #but imagine them doing it and then they can finally escape the room #and Yata hopes this means something changed but ofc it didn't #except now they both can't forget about it either

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reginaaxxwrites · 2 years

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Drunk in your Kiss (James Potter)

Please be aware that I'm still practicing how I write my story. As you can see, I am writing for 2 years now. I feel like this story is badly written but I still hoped that you'll guys enjoy it. Sorry for not posting anything for two weeks. This author is busy with her real life.

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James Potter x Fem!Reader

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"How can I help you, James?" I asked without looking up at him. I was busy brainstorming for our Charms project.

"How can you even tell it's me?" He sat on the chair in front of me.

"That's because I heard Jeanes and Faye squeal your name."

"Ah, tell me that you're jealous." I looked at him just to roll my eyes at him.

"Over my dead body."

I just heard him chuckle before Sirius, Remus, and Peter went in our direction. Remus sat beside me and opened his assignment for him to do.

"Listen, Y/N. You're close with Evans so I need you to help me. And as your best friend--"

"Who said that you're my best friend?" I raised my eyebrow at him. I heard the three boys beside us snickering at my response.

Of course, I know that he'll ask me again to help him with Lily. James and I have been friends since our first year before befriending Lily. And she would question me every day about how I kept up with James. She hated him in every single way. That's because James loves to bully Snape, her best friend.

"Says me! The moment that I accidentally pranked you with a dung bomb!"

This idiot!

"Good night, Potter!" I stood up and made my way up to the girls' dormitory before I could hex the life out of him.

Entering the dormitory, I saw Lily sitting on her bed. Her face cast a worried look. She didn't even notice that I had already gone and sat beside her.

"Lily, are you alright?" I placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked at me with sad eyes.

"Sorry. I didn't notice you." She stopped fidgeting with her bracelet that I assume was given by Snape.

"What did he do?" I said in a serious tone. I don't hold any grudges toward Snape because he didn't do anything to me.

Despite him, being a Slytherin, we respect each other because we both cherish Lily.

"Nothing, really..." She wiped her tears. But I wasn't satisfied. Lily is my best friend and I love her so much that I know when she's sad or when she's happy--I memorized her moods.

"I don't buy it." Lily looked at me and started to pull me into a tight embrace. But she didn't weep. She just sighed deeply.

"Severus... I don't like this kind of Severus. He's acting like somebody else when he's with his friends. I don't like it, Y/N."

"Want me to do something?"

"Oh, please don't." I chuckled at her response.

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It was breakfast time and I saw a couple of Gryffindors wearing some of their handmade costumes of lions. Others were drawing thick lines on their cheek using paints of red and gold while some were making banners.

That's when I remembered that there was a Quidditch match today. No wonder why James hadn't annoyed me for weeks because he was preparing for today's match. I decided to search for him at the Great Hall to wish him luck.

Not that he needs it.

I saw the four of them seating in front of Lily. I could see her face, frowning, while James gave her an irritating grin. I don't blame her for getting annoyed. If I were her, I'd already punch the beautiful face that he cherishes.

"Your good luck would help me to win the match today, Evans. Perhaps a piece of good luck kiss on my cheek?" He leaned his cheek on her face. I could see Lily turning raging red.

"Perhaps a good luck punch would do. Don't you think?" Lily gave her sweetest deadly smile. I giggled before sitting beside her.

"I would like to see that since now that James here is offering his cheek on you." I laughed with Lily as I reached out for a toast and ate it.

"Hey! You were supposed to be on my side!"

"I'm sorry, what? Since when?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He sat at the chair in front of us, frowning at me.

"Come on, mate. Now's not the time to get all grumpy." Sirius placed an arm on his friend's shoulder.

We continued eating breakfast when the Quidditch Captain went to our table, asking James to go with them already. So, that they can prepare before the match can start.

"I'll see you later." James looked at me and nodded before turning to Lily. "Especially, you, Evans. Your presence would mean a lot to me." He winked at her before joining his team. Lily gave him the finger out of annoyance. I grinned at her.

"I just wish Potter would stop this game of his." She rolled her eyes. "I thought that if I ignore him, he would stop. But it's been a year and he won't! Do you think he's being serious?"

Lily lowered her voice since Sirius, Remus, and Peter are still here, sitting with us. I don't think that she would consider James's feelings toward her. She was just asking and yet why do I feel my heart aching?

I knew Remus heard our conversation as he looked at me while his book still covered half of his face. He knew what I feel about our best friend.

"James is a huge idiot and has a big head. His pride is so high, he's an immature, arrogant arsehole person you'd ever met. But half of our conversation since last year was all about you. So, to answer your question... Yes, I think he's being serious about you." I gave her an encouraging smile.

"This does not mean I am pushing you to be with him because he's my best friend. But I do think that you'll change him a bit to get his huge head to get smaller." I said before taking a bite of my toast.

"You really know him a lot, Y/N." She gave me an odd smile and continued to eat while chatting with Remus, who was sitting in front of her.

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Gryffindor won against Ravenclaw by 200-60. The whole Gryffindor house immediately went to our Common Room while I stayed behind the Quidditch stands. Waiting for the stands to be empty. Lily went first with Dorcas and Marlene.

Feeling the cold wind brushing my skin. I reminisced about the first moment I realized that I fell in love with my best friend. The very first moment that I fell in love with James Potter.

It was his first-ever Quidditch game. Even though he practiced hard, getting his head big for hearing many compliments from his team about how good he was playing as a chaser during their Quidditch practice.

But his face was pale and he looked like he wanted to puke. Clearly, he was nervous. He did not want to eat anything. Sirius, Remus, and even Peter were trying to get him to eat something before the match. Peter was placing his favorite food so that he could eat it. But he was stubborn and won't just eat anything.

"James Potter! Don't make shove all of these foods that Peter placed on your plate inside your mouth! Now, either you eat or I'm going to feed these all to your mouth by myself!" Taking my unused fork, I stab a sausage and try to make him eat it.

"Y/N--" I immediately placed the sausage inside his mouth, leaving him no choice but to chew it.

"You are not allowed to puke it, Potter! Now, eat!" I glared at him. He took it as a signal and start eating. Even Sirius and Peter were surprised. Remus just grinned, looking like a proud brother.

After he finished eating, their team captain went to our table and told him to come with them already. I could see James was still nervous. He was hesitant so, I stood up.

"Umm... Larson, could I walk with James and the team? Only until before entering the changing rooms." I politely asked their team captain. Larson smiled and nodded at me as his response.

I started following them, walking beside James. His head hung low. I nudged him a little to get his attention.

"No one's pressuring you, James. Win or lose, it doesn't matter. Well, of course, it matters to your team. But remember that whatever goes wrong--merlin, I hope nothing bad happens. Do not blame yourself. Do you understand?" His lips were slowly forming a smile.

"Thanks, Y/N. That meant a lot. Don't worry, we will win. Even if takes getting hit by a bludger in my head." He grinned at me.

"If that happens I'm not visiting you at the hospital wing." I stopped walking when we reached the changing rooms.

" We both know you'll visit me. I'll see you at the stands, I guess..." He placed his hand behind his nape.

"Good luck, Potter." I went closer to him and pulled him into a friendly hug which he returned it.

"Your presence at the stands will mean a lot to me."

After winning the match, his eyes went looking for me. When he finally caught me with his eyes, his smile widened, and run to hug me tightly. For a 12-year-old boy, he had the strength to lift me with his arms. Both of us were laughing together with Remus, Peter, and Sirius.

The reality went back to when I felt it was about to rain. Returning to the common room, I could hear the loud laughter, the continuous cheering, and the strong smell of fire whiskey. Fortunately, the younger years were already asleep.

I immediately saw James together with his three best friends. I could tell that he was already drunk because of how he was acting. His cheeks were bright red. I looked for Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene but they weren't there. I went to them and as soon as he saw me, he smiled.

"Y/N! Come here!" He looped his arm around my shoulders and dragged me to the table where they were talking.

"James." I tried removing his arm but he won't. Remus and I made eye contact. His eyes were asking me if I needed help but I just smiled, telling him that I could handle this idiot.

We both sat comfortably on the couch closer to the fireplace. I just sighed and finally removed his arm around my shoulders. He continued to talk and babble nonsense. Even though he was drunk already, he kept drinking and drinking until I got irritated and stopped him from getting more fire whiskey.

"I swear to Merlin, James. Stop drinking!" I hissed and glared at him.

"No!" I was trying to stop myself from getting angry because he was getting 10x annoying.

"Why don't you help James get to our dorms? I don't think he can stay awake any longer." Remus looked at me while telling me to get James to the dorms.

"Why should I?" I protested.

"Well, you're the only one James would listen to," Sirius answered. Peter and Remus agreed, leaving me no choice but to help James get back to his dorm.

I placed his arm around my shoulder while my arm wrapped around his waist, supporting him. He was starting to get quiet while we were making our way to the dorms. I opened the door and lead him to his bed. I gently laid him down.

I was slowly removing his glasses when a hand stopped me. His eyes were open and looking at me intently. He smiled when he saw, it was just me.

"Didn't I tell you how beautiful you are?" He smiled, still not letting go of my wrist after removing his glasses and placing them on his bedside. He must have mistaken me for Lily.

I didn't say anything and continued to fix his hair before wrapping him in his blanket.

"You're really beautiful. I'm going to make you mine, someday. I'll confess to you tomorrow! But shh--it's a secret." He chuckled. Blimey, just how much did he drink?

"Good night, James." I stood up but he stopped me again by holding my wrist once more.

"I love you, Y/N." He mumbled then fell asleep. I stood there in shock. Does he love me? He's got to be joking. He didn't mean it. He's drunk for Godric's sake.

Deep inside I wished it was real. I wished that he meant it. I wished he was sober. But no, he is not. Maybe he meant it as a friend. Of course, he only loves me as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

I left his dorm after making sure he was comfortably sleeping. I was surprised to see Remus standing in front of their dorm.

"Remus! He's already asleep. You should've come inside, he's a mess." I softly laughed. Remus didn't say anything and just looked at me.

"Drunk people often do tell the truth, don't they?"

He heard it. Of course, he heard it. He wouldn't be saying that if he didn't.

"He... He loves me as a friend. That's what he meant." I said. Looking at him, he knew something I don't know.

He didn't say anything else and just let out a deep sigh. He pats my head and bids a goodnight before entering the room where James was.

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Morning came by and I didn't sleep well since last night. It was still early but I decided to get ready. It was Saturday so we had no classes nor did I have school works to do. I fixed myself before going to the Great Hall to have breakfast.

I saw James sitting near the fireplace. His face looked messed up. With his hair 10x messier than usual. His long sleeve which was half-buttoned was enough for me to see his bare chest. He looked at me with mesmerizing eyes. I knew for a second that it took my breath away. Because it really did.

"Good morning, Y/N." He gave me his soft smile which made my heart warm.

"Good morning. Have you gotten a good sleep?" I asked while summoning a mug and filling it with water.

"Not really. I just remembered waking up and then going over to Sirius's bed just to puke at him." I gave him a disturbing look while I gave him the mug. "Thanks."

"You're disgusting. Remind me to never let you drink too much fire whiskey." I rolled my eyes and sat beside him.

"Where were you last night? I was looking for you but Mckinnon said you were still at the Quidditch stands." It seems like he doesn't remember anything from last night. From the moment I went back... He doesn't remember anything.

Of course, he wouldn't remember. He was drunk. Anything that happened last night meant nothing. Nothing at all. How an idiot of me to think that those words meant something more.

"Y/N?"

"What? Sorry. I went in early after leaving at the Quidditch stands." I stood up and made my way out of the Common Room. He kept calling my name but never did once look back at him.

James's POV

It's been three weeks since I last talked with her. I kept looking forward to seeing her at the Great Hall during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But nothing. I tried asking her friends, even Evans to ask where she is but they wouldn't tell me. They will only answer that she's fine and I don't have to worry.

But I was not pleased. A lot of questions flood inside my head. We were fine after the night I got drunk. It was not possible to have done or said something to her because she clearly told me that she turned in early.

So what was the problem?

"Where the fuck is she?" I asked myself loudly at the Great Hall. Sirius and Remus stopped eating while Peter continued but I also got his attention.

"It's been three weeks, isn't it?" I looked at Sirius. I have wondered whether the three of them knew where she was but hasn't said a thing to me because she told them so.

"You sure you didn't do something wrong? This is the first time I've seen her avoiding you this long." He continued. I tried to remember if I did anything wrong. But I couldn't.

"Give her some time, Prongs. She'll come around." Remus added while Peter agreed with him.

"You didn't hear anything from her? I mean, you two share some classes." I was eager to hear anything from her.

"Even if I did, she wouldn't also like me to tell you anything."

Damn that woman.

"A match is coming up soon again, mate. Better focus yourself on that and getting with Evans just like you said before the term started." Sirius reminded me.

The match was part of my priority but Evans... It was unsure after what's happening right now. I run my fingers through my hair, making it messier. But I couldn't care less.

"Potter." I looked around to see Evans walking in my direction and went to take the seat beside me. "I shouldn't be telling you this... But you should try to remember the day you were drunk. I know nothing because she wouldn't tell me. So, for Godric's sake try to remember it." After she told me what she needed to say, she stood up leaving me clueless.

I looked at my three friends who were avoiding my gaze as they continue to stuff their mouths with slices of bread and tarts. Though Remus tried to keep his eyes on his book.

So, they did know something! Of course, they were the only ones who were sober that night.

"Is there something, you three, need to tell me?" I raised my eyebrow at them but they just shrugged. My eyes immediately averted to Peter. Peter cannot lie to me, he would tell me anything.

"Peter--"

"Come on, Wormtail. We still need to prank Yaxley and his minions. Come along now!" Sirius stood up and dragged Peter out to the Great Hall. At the same time, Remus followed carrying his books.

"Good luck with your Quidditch practice." With that, he left.

Great. Just great! I looked at the time and it was still 5 hours before my Quidditch practice so, I decided to try and remember the event that night.

Reader's POV

"You need to eat, Y/N," Marlene said, crossing her arms whilst looking at me.

"I will! Later when you get back with food in your hands for me." I gave her puppy eyes but she just rolled hers.

"I meant, you should eat in the Great Hall. With us. With James." I didn't look at her when she mentioned his name. Marlene and Dorcas knew what happened but Lily doesn't know.

I feel guilty every time she walks through that door and tell her that there's nothing wrong with me and James. I would just tell her that we fought and he can't remember. But I know that she isn't dumb. She knew that something was up.

"You should tell her." Marlene sat beside me and I rested my body against her.

"I can't... She's finally considering her feelings toward James. He was just drunk and he was supposed to say that to Lily."

"But you said he directly said it to you. He mentioned your name, not Lily's."

"He meant it as a friend."

The door opened wide, revealing Lily and Dorcas. She was trying to stop Lily from entering the dorm but failed to do so. Lily's face was shocked and couldn't even paint her face. That's when I knew she heard our conversation.

"You told me that you two fought..."

"Lily..." But before I could say something, a hand landed on my cheek. I felt like I deserved that slap from her.

"I knew all along that you fancy Potter. Asking you that question does not mean I was considering his feelings because I knew that deep inside he does feel the same way about you." Then she pulled me into a tight embrace.

"He would never see me that--"

"You're being oblivious, Y/N. I thought you knew him but I guess not. And I'm sorry for slapping you." She slightly pulled away and held both my arms. She kissed my cheek where her hand had just landed a few moments ago while Dorcas and Marlene are beside her.

"And what is that?" I asked her. The three of them exchanged looks before Lily spoke.

"James and his best friends had a conversation before our fifth year ended. I overheard him, saying he was trying to get my attention because Merlin forbids him to fall in love with his best friend."

"W-What?" I couldn't believe what I'm hearing right now.

"Not sure if we are the right person to tell you that. But the only thing we can say is that the Quidditch practice ends in 10 minutes. Go." Lily smiled while Dorcas and Marlene were grinning at me.

I ran out of our dorm and went to the Quidditch field. It was raining hard. The sky was grey and cloudy. It didn't bother me how the rain was slowly making my whole body soaking wet. I just ran straight to where he was.

I just saw the whole team landing on the ground and they all turned around to look at me. They were confused about why I was there but they knew who I went for.

"Let's go to the changing rooms. Potter, someone is looking for you." Roberts patted James's shoulder before walking away.

And there he was. He was surprised to see me after three weeks. Showing up suddenly after avoiding him that long. He went over in my direction, his eyes never left mine.

"Y/N... I'm sorry--"

I was clearly thinking straight and decided to cut him off with a kiss. I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck. This took him by surprise. I wasn't expecting him to kiss me back but he did. He let go of his broomstick and finally wrapped his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss.

We didn't care how cold it was. Our bodies getting soaked in the rain. He slowly pulled away from my lips. We were both panting because the kiss surely took our breath away.

"Damn, your kisses made me drunker than a bottle of fire whiskey. You don't know how much I've waited for this day to come." His arms were still around me. Using his right hand, he caressed my face and smiled.

"Care to explain what happened during our fifth year?" His smile faded away. I could tell he was confused.

"Explain what?"

"Forcing yourself to like Lily when you clearly have feelings for me?" His face tells me that he wasn't expecting that I'll find out his hidden feelings for me.

"You knew?"

"Lily overheard your conversation with the boys last year. You're a coward, James Fleamont Potter." I glared at him but he kept his smile.

"Love can do a lot of things." He pressed his lips on my forehead. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am. I can't remember anything I did to make you avoid me."

"Well, kissing me back under this heavy rain made it up." I smiled and gave him a peck on his lips.

"You are full of surprises, love."

"Tell me something I don't know, Potter."

"I love you." It was now clear what that meant when he told me those three words back that night.

Still in his embrace, I looked at him and smiled.

"That I already know." His face was confused but it didn't matter to me. I tiptoed once again--Merlin's beard, why did he have to be this tall? He lifted me up and put his soft lips on mine.

*****

I can't believe I was gone for two weeks. I'm so sorry guys, things in school got so busy that I didn't have any time to update. But if you must know, I already have like 20 drafts, waiting for me to get published.

Have a great day, everyone!

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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I know you've talked about your past relationships, with a guy and a girl.

And tiktok always says your first wlw experience is the worst, was that true?

Okay so the girl I dated, never was a real relationship. We never made it to that point. We dated for like 5 months I think? But she continued to say she wasn't sure if she could be my girlfriend because she wasn't positive if she liked me more than a friend.

I definitely understood and wanted to make sure she got her time to figure out her feelings.

What I didn't like about that experience was she took advantage of how much I liked her.

Every time we met up, I paid for everything. I always paid for our food, bought her ice cream, and bought her flowers before every date. She never once offered - not that she had to but she admitted that she expected it so that kinda made me feel like shit. I'd be like "oh get whatever you want and I'll cover it" this girl was a college student and worked every day in the summer. I wanted her to save her money. And she'd say "I figured you'd pay." Which kinda bugged me? But it was alright I guess.

We couldn't see each other for a month so the next time I saw her, I hugged her because I missed her. It was the whole body hug with your nose in their hair and arms around their waist. And she hugged me back for like a second. And was like "okay, you can let go now lol. A hug that long isn't necessary " Made me feel like an idiot 😂 so I was embarrassed and never went for a hug first, and once she hugged me I'd let go fast.

Every time she texted me she always said she couldn't wait to kiss me, and within those 5 months she never once kissed me.

We went on a hike and I saw this beautiful flower. So I picked it and placed it in her hair, she was wearing braids so it matched perfectly. Sadly, she wore it for like 2 minutes before she took it out and threw it back on the ground. So that also felt great 👍🏻

She just wasn't interested in me but led me on.

Another thing I struggled with ( which sadly now impacts how I react with SB because I get sent right back into that uncomfortable and insecure headspace when they talk about an ex or ex Dom) was on our second date she spent the whole lunch talking about her ex's and her past fuck buddies. Which was awkward, but I wasn't jealous at all. I just felt like a date was not the place to tell me about how you ate a girl out or how your ex fuck buddy used to cum in you. Like I didn't need to know that. She would laugh when asked if it made me jealous and I was honest and was like "no, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to react to that"

So like, my first girl experience ( barely an experience but my first dates with a girl and all that ) was definitely awful and made me feel like shit. she has made me very insecure.

She liked to facetime and talk on the phone, which gives me anxiety. But I always tried for her and she'd complain the whole time that "I'm too awkward and I need to stop being so shy. It's unattractive to be so awkward." So that now makes me even more insecure about talking on the phone because I was embarrassed about how awkward I am.

She was a very sexual person which I have no issues with. What kinda made me feel like crap was she'd sent me nudes but admit she'd send them to others or has sent them to others in the past. Like I appreciate nudes, send me how stunning you are, but please don't send me pictures that were not taken for me. Like it makes me feel like shit, and that might be my own personal preference or issue. But I can't enjoy these beautiful pictures you sent because I'm sitting there knowing they were being taken for someone else and I'm just the "next person" getting to see it.

Overall!! She taught me a lot but ruined my self confidence. But I'm building it back up :)

She treated me kinda shitty so it definitely wasn't a good experience for me 😂

Thanks for letting me rant about that :)

I guess it's ranting day for me...

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starlitfunkster · 8 months

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BFDI Demon AU (Part 2): BFDI Cast

It's.. well it's almost done.

Only have to complete Leafy and Firey, and then Season 1 is finished. Below is basically every contestant on Season 1.

New Facts: -Demons are what the Eliminated Constestants become. If they rejoin or have yet to be eliminated on a new Season, they become Half-Demons until they are Eliminated once more. -1st and 2nd place usually become Angels by a Seasons end. If an Angel gets Eliminated, they Fall. Gelatin is the only acception to this (but we'll get to him when we get to him). -This AU is a Humanization AU, btw. Will I draw designs? Probably not. Will I let you guys make your own interpretations to their designs? Sure!

TW: Suicide (Eraser, Blocky, Pen, Tennis Ball, Firey (maybe)), Death (Everyone)

Flower - Goddess of Spring - Buried Alive - When she first arrived, she was quite cruel and mean. But deep down, there was a hurt teenager who was buried alive by her own boyfriend. Eventually, she started to realize that being mean was what got her into this Purgatory.. so she tried to change for the better. And it all worked out! She became the winner of BFB, and even ascended at some point. However, she made a deal with Gelatin that during Autumn and Winter she would stay with Gelatin in Hell, and during Spring and Summer she would be with the others in Purgatory.

Woody - Demon - Wood-Chipper (Murder) - Woody's death may seem cartoony at first glance. Oh, he fell in? No.. it's much more sinister. It's what makes him so afraid. Someone he thought he could trust ended up taking his life that day. And after being eliminated fourth, and not being able to come back? Truly sad.

Pin - Half-Demon - Murdered - Pin was apart of a group of murders happening in her area. And now stuck here in Purgatory? After being eliminated on BFDI, she became a demon. For a while, she stayed that way until BFB (and subsequently TPOT) came along. Now she can look human, and not have those obnoxious horns in the way of her sleep.

Needle - Half-Demon - Stabbed to Death - She used to be quite the needy girl when she was alive. After being murdered by a loved one, she saw that as a sign. A sign that she needed to change. This is why she hates being called 'Needy', because she doesn't want to be like she was back then. She's at least shown that she's grown past her previous self.

Teardrop - Changeling - Teardrop was born to a colony with the same name as her. But she defected from that colony, and has gone on to become the most recurring contestant. It would be wise not to touch her toxin-induced tongue. Least you want to die a very painful and long death.

Golf Ball - Half-Demon - Ran Over (Accident) - GB died in what could be called an 'accident'. It won't stop her from saying someone in her family did it on purpose. That's because she knows her family didn't like how smart she was becoming. She was becoming too smart too fast. Oh well.

Coiny - Half-Demon - Zinc Toxicity - This is why you don't eat coins, kids. He ate multiple of them like a stupid idiot, and died. He considers it very stupid, and hates when people make fun of him for it. Low-key wants to be eliminated again so he can go back to eating the tasty demon-food that he can no longer eat in his half-demon state.

Snowball - Half-Demon - Fatal Frostbite - He, Blocky, and Eraser drove to Pen's house to keep a close eye on him. However, Blocky told him to stay in the car. And he did. And he stayed in the car even as the temperature got fatal. He would die in that car, because he didn't want to seem weak in front of his friends. And now his form is ironic, and he hates it. He's still just as strong as he was before he died.

Match - Demon - ??? (we don't talk about her and Pencil's death - She and Pencil in this universe were sisters. They played with each other, and they also died with each other. We don't talk about their death though, because it was very fucked up. As a demon, she can create fires whenever she feels her alliance is threatened.. but very rarely will she actually do this. It's probably cause she has PTSD from her death, but only her and her sister know for sure what it is.

Eraser - Half-Demon - Bled Out (multiple eraser-made wounds were seen, supposedly being deep enough to show blood.) - The pessimist who tends to get hungry at the worst possible times! He actually caused his own death, but not because he was suicidal. He admits it was caused by the stress from being a witness to one of the Liy Murders. This apparently is the real reason why he and Blocky died (which Blocky would never talk about). Anyways, he's wanting to go back to being a demon so he can eat the demon-foods, because they are apparently more filling than the foods on Purgatory.

Pen - Half-Demon - Ink Poisoning (Liy Murders) - He was the last victim that Liy hunted down. He earlier drank a vial of what he thought was 'soda' (it wasn't, it was ink), and was slowly dying from that. He went into a closet to hide from Liy, and texted Eraser, Blocky, and Snowball for help. It would be too late, and he would be pulled out of the closet. Before Liy could stab him with a pen, he began throwing up blood. He, in the end, got the last laugh. And now he and his fellow victims are in Purgatory away from Liy, and can help prevent death once and for all.

Blocky - Demon - Prank Gone Wrong - He died from being too stressed out about Pen's death.. which ended up in his prank going wrong. What was supposed to cause laughs around him and with him, instead turned into a tragedy that killed him and many nameless victims. He's a loner in Hell, usually making pranks on the living that would (normally) harm them, but since their all immortal (by the virtue of already being dead), its in the end funny for the people watching. He would cease pranking once he started dating Pencil, upon realizing that these pranks were not helping him move on from his death.

Tennis Ball - Half-Demon - Suicide by Car (He witnessed Golf Ball's death and took it very hard (since they were dating at that time)) - Tennis Ball hasn't been known to be the best when handling stress. So his peers say at least. Although he knows why Golf Ball loved him, and that's cause he was smart and didn't judge Golf Ball for who she was. That's how nice and caring he was. And that's why his death was so.. tragic.

Pencil - Demon - ??? (we don't talk about her and Match's death) - She and Match were sisters, dying together in a horribly gross and gruesome way. Aaaaand that's all the context you'd get out of her or Match. They don't like talking about it. Her tail is made of graphite, and it's sharp enough to slash and harm anyone who threatens her alliance. She would soon start dating Blocky, which was enough to mend the broken heart she had since her death (apparently her boyfriend broke up with her, the same day she would die).

David - Demon (maybe pureblood?) - This demon, alongside it's sister Dora, were observing the Algebraemons making their shows. It joined one of them because Two realized they needed 1 more contestant. Since they could mimic a humans appearance so perfectly, they assumed their dead identity.

Ice Cube - Half-Demon - Crushed (by a huge ice block) - The only reason she died was because she was spelunking with a few friends. One was Bracelety, and another was [REDACTED]. Supposedly, as the tale went, [REDACTED] found a gap and told Ice Cube to stand under it. [REDACTED] then got into an argument over safety with Bracelety, resulting in Ice Cube's death. She's very vengeful, and wants revenge on [REDACTED].

Rocky - Half-Demon - Choked on Vomit - The youngest of the first gen, and.. yikes. Their parents weren't attentive enough, and they died by their sickness. All because their parents wouldn't vaccinate them. Anyways, they are still sick until BFDIA. They just don't like vomiting as much, and prefer not being sick. And then Balloony comes along and messes that up..

Spongy - Demon - Drowned - He was bullied a lot in school, and supposedly those kids tossed him into the waters underneath the bridge. It was deep enough (and cold enough) for him to drown. Instead of holding resentment towards everyone else, he just keeps to himself. He can take pain like a champ, but doesn't like it when people betray him. He's also buoyant now! How ironic…

Bubble - Demon - Implosion - Nobody really knows how she imploded. Rumors say she ate a bomb, but others say someone hid one in her food at school. If that were the case, everyone would've been evacuated that day. But either way, this lovable chubby girl can create bubbles at will. Her hair and tail-tip are even made from bubbles! And look! She's made new friends with Pencil, Match, and Ruby!

Leafy - Fallen Angel - Unknown (went missing in a deep forest) - TBA

Firey - Fallen Angel - Burned to Death - TBA

#aria's book creation ~ au posts #battle for devils island ~ bfdi demon au #(I posted these now instead of later because then I'd get distracted writing the BFDIA ones before Leafy and Firey)#(My favorites in this set are Flower and Pen)#(Flower because I'm biased #and Pen because he got the last laugh)#(Liy only killed 7 people before she was arrested)

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"I stand in the mess of myself" -Colum McCann

That first timeline was so soft and lovely and kdvskdjif I AM GETTING TOO MUCH FLUFF ITS GETTING CONCERNING

The scene with Max and Rafe made me 🥺🥺

Jia is the only president I will ever love😎

“Am I still the prettiest man in the world?” Alec chuckles. Magnus bops his nose. “Always.” I'M DYING💙💙💙

Jdhskdbidjd Magnus is unhinged as fuck lmao

Communication is so sexy tbh

The way I love these two-

Magnus making sure Alec knows how important this is and that he deserves all the recognition- just...fuck

Alec looks at him. He smiles at Magnus. And there it is. The higher power. Malec comparing each other to some higher power is my favorite thing EVERY OK?!?

“Perfect enough to put inside my heart.”💙💙

Alec practically runs out of the door. Magnus chuckles to himself and follows through. Who said being horny can't be productive at the same time??

“Oh for fuck’s sake! Can’t they like walk home?” Alec demands. “Max is six.” “So? He has legs.” My man has priorities jdhdkdjdl

Empathy is so fucking beautiful and sexy 😍

Max is a cheesy little shit and I am love him!!! He is just so innocent and cute🥺🥺🥺

In timeline two Max was indeed acting like an asshole. I mean he was waiting for David to text him and go to that party but it didn't happen😭 Still, asshole behavior

Honestly tho Alec has every right to decide what to do and if he wants to move on or not. Why do people forget that???

He forgot about his promise. It’s fine. Not all of them are Lightwood-Banes anymore anyway. AHH JUST STOP THE PAIN😭😭😭

“So that’s why it ended, huh,” Alec hums. “Raisins and bad luck.” Them talking here is kinda sad but also you can see how they are trying to heal and that is beautiful!!

Elyaas is so done with them and I can't blame him smh

Yall are terrifying together, love. Have a nice day :)

That was so fucking sad but I'm so damn glad they could talk to each other!!!

“I won’t let anyone hurt the blue-eyed boy.” “Good,” Alec smiles. “We won’t let anyone hurt you either.” THEM>>>>>

Them taking comfort on each other and knowing they can rely on the other to help them through this all is the most amazing thing ever and in this essay I will-

Omfg I love their reactions when Max told them about moving to London. Both of them went like ✨No :)✨

Max taking over Edom!!! I fucking knew it!!!!! Hell yeah let's go!!!!

His fake binder is honestly a mood af😎

“I just think it could be different. It’s like how Rafael wants to be a politician because he wants the government to be different.” This parallel is *chef kiss*

No thoughs, head empty except ✨mavid kids✨

“Shinyun Jung. Will you do me the honor of being my mentor?” kdvwkdkdlebi loved this so much. She indeed has big dick energy 🥰

Shinyun and Max living and working together, being competitive and skilled little shits its my favorite aesthetic💙💙 also Noodle???? I want to met them!!!

He would make such a gorgeous Prince of Edom and I think David can agree ;)

I love how Shinyun and Alec are like: I don't trust you but I trust Magnus so I'm going to behave idheieejek

And that’s what matters, doesn’t it?

That we all learn to care about something more than ourselves.

Maybe it’s a person. Maybe it’s a place.

It doesn’t matter.

Not as long as we care.

✨A FAVE ONCE AGAIN✨😍😍

“Take it,” Magnus says. “Take some of my strength.” not this parallel too, please it's too much udhdkdjdld

For two grown up men who have really qualified jobs and are successful... They sure are idiots!!!

Can we talk about how the whole scene with Izzy and Maryse was so fucking accurate and true??? ✨God, I love women ✨💙💙💙

No, you don't understand. They love LOVE each other!! Yes, that's a valid reason to scream😭

HE ATE THE FUCKING RAISINS!! OMFG HE HATES THEM!! SCREAMING AND CRYING I WILL NEVER RECOVER

What is love if not eating each other's raisins when needed?

And finally: YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME DANI! I AM IN PANIC AND I TOTALLY BLAME YOU! WHY DO THE BEST CHARACTERS SUFFER SO MUCH?!?!😭

I will go scream in my room brb. And yes I'm still one chapter behind what about it?? jk, jk😂

Song rec: No Goodbyes by Dua Lipa

So in conclusion:

Women? Yes.

Raisins? No.

Wonderful life lessons 🥰🥰🥰

This is Max working for Edom like

#tlnd

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