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alekkis · 1 year
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There’s a lunacy to all I write there’s a splendor almost if I can’t hold it back I love my voice it’s gentle and unnerving i can’t believe I threw it all away with weed and believing I was undeserving I wish to write more one day it’s maybe something I enjoy and maybe something I’m good at but until then I’ll just post here
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me-writes-prompts · 6 months
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-:"I am on my knees" When they tease you prompts:-
(ANYWAYYYYYY, TAG MeeeeE.)
CW: suggestive
By @me-writes-prompts
"Ohhhh, look who looks like a model today? My one and only girl/boy/lover." (EXCUSE ME???? AHHHHHH)
Their lips stretching into a mischievous smile while they check you out and then lick their lips with that look in their eyes and you know you're fucked(quite literally ;)
"Uh uh, you're not getting any kisses until you behave properly." (okay fineeee!!!!!)
"Hmmm, you like that?"
Them staring at you openly while you blush at their attention and glare at them playfully but they just chuckle and continue their staring(*deep breaths*)
When they whisper in your ears AND NIBBLE A LITTLE WHEN THEY ARE DONE
"Don't move. I want you still."
"Come sit on my lap. Your favorite place, isn't it?" "Shut up."
Those heated make out sessions that have you craving for more but they pull away and put a finger on your lips with a sweet sweet smile and say "I think we should stop now. Yes?" and you just fucking melt on spot like a puddle.
"Please. Stop teasing me." "You need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? Tell me what you want, [name]." (BACK ARCHED ALREADY)
When they maintain eye contact and come close to your lips and say in a very low voice 'I want you'.
Pulling you closer by your waist but you try to pull away because you want to test them but they tighten their grip and pull you even closer. But then they smile as they let you go and say 'it's fine if you don't want to' and you immediately put their hands back to where they were and say(whine) that you really really want them. (JLSHFSJLSHFHSLFH IM FINE OKAY????)
"Your hands are beautiful." You say as you take their hands in yours and smile softly. They raise their eyebrows and smirk, "Yeah, they are useful too. For many things apparently." AND YOU START TO BLUSH FURIOUSLY!!!!👀
Trailing kisses down your neck and then stopping to ask you if they can leave markssss????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
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itsnotmydejavu · 2 months
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Absolutely need a Ghost Mingi or Wooyoung smut, shit it can include both of them and have any sort of plot or none.
But if you needed some sort of plot I was thinking reader finally moves into a house and gains independence. During the night they discover they have an attic and that a ghost or ghosts (if you want to include two members) inhabit that space.
“Boo!...oh come on, that was funny. Well, I am a ghost, you know…oh shut up. Anyway, what are we doing?...Oh, you’re going to shower? Cool, cannot wait to grab-. What do you mean no? Baby…baby don’t ignore me.” 
Warning: you sorta fuck ghosts, ghosts are wooyoung and mingi, mentions of having sex with a werewolf once, the house is cheap bc of said ghosts,,,ghost roommates, this will have degradation and praise, you fuck yourself with a dildo, talk of watching of you shower and them getting off to it, ghost cum, and lastly discussions of having a cat 
Summary: finally getting a house (after working three jobs to get said any other house), you finally get this beautiful two story with an attic. And while exploring you stumble upon two ghostly dudes chilling there, only to find out they're your new roommates. Yay. 
WHICH MEANS THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI 
I AM ALSO NOT IN CHARGE WITH WHAT YOU CONSUME
to clarify, this isn’t at all suppose to represent any idols behavior in real time, this is purely fiction
Shipping: ghost wooyoung x female reader x ghost mingi 
An: enjoy you ghost fucker :) love you pookie!! Also, i truly think im funny…@animatedglittergraphics-n-more for line divider!!
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You huff as the final box was placed on the ground. Looking around the living room, you smile at the furniture. Sighing, you lay on the couch, rubbing your eyes harshly. You’re glad that the furniture was already here, but it’s dusty. Your eyes close, but then shoot open when you hear a door slam. Blinking rapidly, you slowly stand up and walk towards the noise. Your feet take you to the hallway, where the hall goes into the stairs. With squinted eyes, you stalk upstairs. 
You start searching for the noise. Your eyebrows furrowed together, searching for what the noise came from. Of course, it wouldn't be easy since it seemed to make that noise once, and not again. For once, you debated on leaving the house but you just got all your shit in this house and damn if you were going to your ex. With a final huff, you go back downstairs to unpack. 
          After a bit, you lean your head against the counter in disarray. Blinking back your sleepiness, you decide to make it upstairs to pick a bedroom to sleep in. You walk up the steps to stop on the final step. A little pull cord dangles in the middle of the hallway. You stare at it for a bit, before stepping up to it and pulling it down. 
         You cough as more dust hits your face, your hands quickly trying to move the dust away from your face. Looking up, you squint your eyes again and make your way up the attic stairs. Popping your head up, you search around. Nothing but old boxes. 
        Suspicion starts to rise as you step into the attic. Bending down a little so as to not hit the ceiling, you move around the attic. The boxes have illegible writing on them, significant to their age, and old clothes inside. You sneeze, cough, and wheeze respectfully at the dust before getting to the end of the attic, where a window sits. You sniff loudly and try to open it. A couple of minutes go by and you release, groaning at the heaviness of it. 
“Why the hell is it so heavy to lift?” 
“Well, it is an old window, I imagine it’s heavy.”
You grunt in return, before pausing. Who….was….that? Your hands turn shaky as you slowly turn around, there stood two men, one with blond strands within the black strands, with a roman nose, pink lips and a small waist, while his friend towers over him a bit, with broad shoulders, eyebrow piercing, and puff of pink hair.  
Blinking at the two men, they give a small smile back, “We can-.” “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You scream without any more hesitation and book it, running around them and getting to the attic ladder. Quickly getting down, you make it to the actual stairs and get down them only to stop a few feet from the door, the oreo haired man stands there with his hands up. 
“Please, stop running. I was going to explain why we were here-.”
“How the fuck did you get down here? Also, no why should I fucking stop running, you’re in my home.”
“Um, actually, sweetie,” he spits back, “Mingi and I live here too, and we bought this house together years ago, and if you must know, I got down here because I’m a ghost.”
The dude nods confidently before crossing his arms, smirking.
. . . 
“yOU TWO ARE WHAT?!” 
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“So, you two died in this house and now haunt it because you’re stuck.”
“Pretty much.” “Yep.” 
You pinch the space between your eyebrows, “How did you two die?” 
They stayed silent for a second before Mingi, who you found out was the pink haired man, spoke up, “I died choking on a dumpling.” 
 
Wooyoung bites his lip and tries to keep his shoulders from shaking. Which prompts a glare from Mingi. 
“Wooyoung, why is Mingi dying that way, funny to you?” 
“It’s not that, him dying that way is funny, it’s just the reason he choked was because the man he was on a date on, complimented him and he freaked. Thus him choking and kicking the bucket.” 
Your mouth opens in shock, “You…you died on a date?!” 
Mingi’s pale, practically translucent, cheeks turn pink as he nods. Silence rings in the air, until you snort a little, covering your mouth going, “That’s…that’s kinda funny.” “OI!” “Right?!” 
Mingi rolls his eyes at the two of you giggling, before going, “It’ll be funnier when you explain how you died, Wooyoung.” That immediately shut the other man up. Which causes Mingi to smirk and lean towards the oreo haired male, “Go on….tell her.” 
Wooyoung pursues his lips towards him and looks away from you. Mingi’s smirk turns into a wide grin as he goes back to the corner of the couch and, “He died getting choked during sex.” 
You tuck your lips in your mouth as you slowly start to turn on the loveseat towards Wooyoung, who is staring intently at the far wall that leads into the lower bathroom. 
“You…” 
“Listen, I didn’t tap out because I thought I was finishing.” 
“Oh yeah,” Mingi teases, “You were finishing alright.” 
“Oh, at least I die having sex, you loser.” 
“I’m the loser?” 
“Yes! If I hadn’t helped you get that date, you would’ve complained about being single.” 
“Oh, shut up you weirdly proportion twink.” 
“I am a twunk.” 
“The fuck you are.” 
You watch the two ghosts bicker back and forth, resting your elbow on the arm rest. Of course, at first you were put off by the two ghosts. The only real interaction you had with the supernatural was your ex bf, who was a werewolf. And he cheated on you, so you didn’t want to think about him right now. You just hope that these two ghosts were nicer to you then your ex. This could be fun. 
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Seasons pass as you bond closer to your ghostly roommates. By the time you blink, a year goes by. Around the time, you learned that Mingi had a niece that went to college, which saddens him that he can’t see her anymore, Wooyoung’s best friend, San, visits him and you two become quick friends, you guys talked about a cat, only for San to say that cats might push Wooyoung and Mingi out of the house. Then you told them about your ex, which made them go, “Damn…you got cheated on by a loser.” 
“Damn right I did.” 
You and the two ghosts bonded more and more, until finally you realize that you’re starting to truly like them. Which puts you in a complicated situation because if you fall for them, that would mean they would watch you age and then die…that worries you beyond all. You’re worried that they wouldn’t like you either, and it’s driving you crazy. You want to spew your feelings most days, but you’re also afraid to push them away. 
You’re not sure what to do. Which makes you sigh as the tv plays a random movie. That catches the attention of Mingi who sits on the other end of the couch, “What’s wrong?” 
You look at him before looking at the tv again, “I’m just tired.” 
“Oh, you can sleep, this movie is boring.” 
“It’s not because the movie is bad, it’s because I have a crush on you and Woo and I don’t know how to react.” 
. . . 
“You do?”
After that sentence, you shoot up from laying on the couch. You two stare at each other in shock, his eyes wide as yours are slowly turning into circles. He blinks. You blink. No words until, “We like you too, you know.” 
You look at him in shock, before going, “You’re serious?” “Yes. I am,” Mingi gives a smile. You smile back. You wanted to kiss him, but right now that is impossible, so you just send him a kiss. He pretends to send one back. Then a scandalized gasp is heard from behind you, which looking behind you, shows a pretend hurt Wooyoung. 
“I’m sorry? Are we confessing when I was looking away?” 
“Yes. But we love you too, Woo.”
“You better, or else I will ghost block you two.” 
“Ghost block more than usual?” 
Wooyoung sticks his tongue out and crosses his arms. It makes you giggle and send him a kiss. He winks and places his head next to yours on the back of the base. He stares at you, before going, “So…what do we do now?” 
“Not sure, I mean, it’ll be weird for us to cuddle or even hold hands, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” 
Both men pause, look at you then squint at you, “You’re not gonna-.” 
“No, I’m not going to end myself.” 
“Ok, good.” 
You roll your eyes, but you smile at them. You know they mean well, and you can live with that. 
. . . 
You pant as both Mingi and Wooyoung sit on their calves, moving their hands quickly on their cocks. You weren’t sure how the three of you got to your bedroom and then them telling you in detail that their cocks still work. Which prompted the both of them to help you strip (read: help as watch) and start slowly letting their ghostly hands softly run across your skin. You moaned and got put in the middle of the bed. After a little bit, you grab your dildo, setting it in the middle of the bed and slowly start lowering yourself on it. 
Moaning loudly, Mingi goes, “Fuck! This is better than watching you shower.” Wooyoung whines and buck his hips. Mingi whimpers and starts leaning against his left hand as he speeds his right hand faster, “Oh? I saw your thighs twitch, did the good girl think of all the times we watched her? Hm?” 
You panted then started rubbing your clit. Whimpering, you bite your lip at the two men cowering over you. 
“Yeah? Oh fuck, yeah baby girl, we like watching you shower. Your perfect tits on display for us to see, with your pussy just there, fucccckkk, if only we could touch you. We would fuck you up.” 
You're clenching down and then after one final bounce, you pause. Mouth wide open, you lean forward and accidentally touch something slimy. Panting quickly, you look at your hand to see a glowy white substance, before looking at Wooyoung to see him staring at the substance in shock. Oh…Oh…
You stare in Wooyoung’s eyes as you lick a little bit, your face cringing. Super salty. But it made Wooyoung shiver at you licking at his ghost cum. As you and Wooyoung stare at each other, you feel something cold touch your skin and you look over to see Mingi bent over his right hand as his cum made a trail towards your thighs. All three of you slowly start coming down before you go, “Damn…well, at least I know how the sex is gonna work.” 
You grinned as the two men groaned. But they also have smiles on their faces.
@hongjoongswifefr thanks for the beta read darling!!!
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littlejuicebox · 2 months
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ahhhhhh the first installment of Midnight Chimes is so good! I can’t wait for more! I also really like the AstarionxWren series, I loved jealous Astarion in Chapter 10! Would you be willing to write another small piece about him being jealous? Thank you!
Hi Anon! Thank you. I love some jealous, angsty Astarion as much as the next person! Here you go! <3
Warnings/Tags: In-game spoilers, fluff/angst, jealous partner, possessive partner (if you squint)
Word count: 1.4 K
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The group had only a few days left in the Mountain Pass region before they ventured into the dreaded Shadowlands. Halsin insisted on hoarding at least a quarter cord of wood for the journey; he said he would even pull the entire thing himself, in his bear form, if he had to.
The wood elf warned the others that the journey into the Shadowlands would be treacherous, and nary a living thing would be found. As such, he'd been more than adamant they all gather as many supplies as they could find and hold in order to prepare for the unknown atrocities ahead.
No one could deny Halsin was a magnificent specimen. Everyone in the camp had been distracted when the druid removed his shirt, revealing beautiful beads of sweat glistening on his remarkably chiseled chest. The late afternoon sun was beating down his barren back as he chopped relentlessly at a thick tree trunk, hashing it with sheer force and unbreakable will. Earlier, the spellcasters had offered to help the druid with the project, but he'd quickly brushed them off with an explanation that the repetitive manual labor cleared his mind.
The mountain of a man paused to drink water from his canteen and then lifted the bottle over his head. The cool liquid spilled through his locks before flowing in thin rivets down his face, following the force of gravity and ultimately dribbling down his barren torso. Astarion himself had been sitting with his mouth agape, watching the salacious scene. Honestly, it was a nearly impossible vision to ignore.
But then the silver-haired elf became absolutely engrossed in the event, unable to look away as you practically sprinted over to Halsin with a fresh canteen of water and a few damp cloths. You were fussing over the druid as he took a brief respite from his self-assigned chore. Astarion rolled his eyes in exasperation when he heard you lament the fact that it was so hot and insist you could help the druid chop wood.
Oh, please. He was certain you never lifted an axe in your life.
But, of course, Halsin was humoring your antics and absolutely devouring your attention. The druid took a few more sips of water, and then you two fell into what must have been a very pleasant conversation, judging by the flush of your cheeks and the giant grin on your face.
Astarion felt a pang in his chest as your laughter rang across the camp; coquettish giggles that had been previously reserved solely for him. Was he actually jealous?
No, impossible, he couldn’t be! The rogue could have bed anyone in the camp, Halsin included, if he so wished. You had simply been a matter of convenience. So what if you two spent nearly every night wrapped in one another's arms, it was merely transactional!
Wasn’t it?
“Your move, Astarion.” Wyll prompts with a small, mischievous chuckle.
“Huh?” The vampire responds dazedly, jerking his head back to the human man.
Oh, right, they were still playing chess.
Astarion glances at the pieces on the board, but he’s preoccupied by visions of you and Halsin his peripherals. The rogue picks up his remaining knight and moves it to E4. Wyll laughs in lofty delight and pushes his bishop forward, claiming Astarion's knight with ease.
The vampire groans in dismay before examining the tiny wooden pieces again. He and Wyll had made a bet: the loser had to leave camp and forage for a basket full of wild crops before returning for the night.
Astarion abhorred the thought of performing such a menial task, and he had been winning mere moments ago, before your little rendezvous with Halsin distracted him. He sighs and brings his hand to rest on the side of his face, trying to focus on the game, but your ridiculous laughter is ringing in his ears. Finally, the elf picks up his queen and moves it a few spaces to the left.
When he's completed his move, Astarion’s eyes wander over to you once more. Halsin is leaning into you with his muscular arms wrapped around your torso, broad chest flush against your back. He’s showing you how to properly swing the axe, the two of you moving in unison.
“Oh, come on!” Astarion shouts, no longer paying attention to the chess game at all. His fists tense into tight balls upon his lap; you had to know what you were doing.
Wyll is laughing. He's just won the game and misinterprets the vampire's exclamation as a response to the loss. "Hah! You have to be more careful with your queen, Astarion! Or else she'll be stolen away by the better player."
The pale elf snaps his eyes back to Wyll and then down to the board. Only then does he realize that he's lost the game, perhaps in more ways than one. Astarion frowns in utmost displeasure; the parallels of the warlock's statement are not lost on him.
Wyll is cackling as he hands the basket to the pale elf. Astarion growls and grabs the woven piece of wicker; as he walks out of camp, he is perturbed to see you still chopping wood with everyone's favorite druid.
Over an hour later, the vampire returns to camp with a basket full of foraged food, as agreed upon. He drops the basket in Wyll's lap with a huff and then stalks off to his tent without a word. When you pop by a couple of minutes later, Astarion is absolutely brooding, and pretending to occupy himself with a book he hasn't read a word of.
"Can I help you? I'm quite busy." The pale elf grumbles, barely lifting his eyes from the page to acknowledge you.
You don't take the hint and let yourself into the rogue's tent with a contented little smile. You move to sit next to your lover, and he dramatically leans away from you, turning his head to avoid your gaze entirely.
"Aw, come now, Astarion... are you still upset that you lost that bet against Wyll?" You murmur, cocking your head slightly, "He warned you that he was quite good!"
"I wouldn't have lost if someone hadn't distracted me." Astarion snarls, snapping the book shut and scowling at you, white eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"Distracted you? I wasn't anywhere near you!" You respond in surprise, eyes widening at the elf, "How can you blame me for losing, it's not my fault you--"
"You distracted me because you were practically drooling all over the druid!" The vampire hisses, no longer able to keep the boiling bits of frustration from spilling out of his mouth as he points the book at you in accusation.
"Are..." You pause, eyebrow raising slightly, copying the habitual expression of practiced cockiness normally displayed by your companion, "Are you jealous, Astarion?"
"Of the druid? Hah!" The vampire retorts, feigning disgust with a crinkled nose, though he realizes it's not too convincing, "Hardly, darling."
"Hmm... shame." You drawl, eyes narrowing slightly. You sigh and begin to shift, as if you're about to exit his tent, “For a moment I was beginning to think you actually cared."
"And where do you think you're going?" Astarion asks as you lift the flap of his tent.
Since entering the Mountain Pass, you two had shared a tent almost every night. Often, it was for sex, which he found himself expecting in a confusing state of yearning and apprehension. But sometimes it was simply for cuddles and conversation, and perhaps a little snack on his part. He found that he'd grown quite fond of your frequent interactions and the feeling of your warm body curled up next to him as you finally drifted off to sleep.
"To my own tent," You murmur, eyeing the vampire with a devious smirk, "Come and find me when you're ready to admit that you were jealous."
And then you're gone, and Astarion is left seething, watching as you saunter away.
Less than a half hour later, the vampire is at the entrance of your tent, his threadbare blanket draped around his arm. You lift your gaze from the dagger you'd been sharpening and eye him with a self-satisfied smile. You sheath the blade and bring your arms across your chest, waiting expectantly for the rogue's confession.
The pale elf groans in frustration, rolling his eyes up at the heavens, "Are you really going to make me say it?"
"Oh, absolutely!" You respond near-instantaneously, "No entry until admission is paid."
Astarion sighs and shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess..." He starts, and then his tone drops into a barely audible whisper, "I guess I was a bit jealous."
"I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you. You'll have to speak louder, darling, as I don't have vampiric hearing." You say with a teasing, overly saccharine smile, "Could you please repeat that?"
"I was jealous!" He hisses, now thoroughly flustered by your mockery and pulling anxiously at his own ear, "There! Are you happy?"
This time you beam, and the smile is sweet and genuine. He feels the knot that was growing in his chest relax as your gaze softens. You scoot yourself over in your tent and chuckle slightly, patting the spot next to you. "Yes. Very happy. Now get in here, you sweet idiot."
Astarion enters the tent, immediately taking his place by your side. A smooth, pale arm wraps around your torso, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple before dropping his head and whispering into your ear, “The next time you're looking for wood, my sweet, it would be my pleasure to provide you with some. You needn't look elsewhere; I'm sure you'll find that the wood I can provide you is hard and ready to fill you with warmth every single time."
His hot breath tickles your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. You feel your face grow flushed at his overt innuendo, and the vampire chuckles at the splashes of red spreading across your neck and cheeks. He brings his tongue to run along your ear lobe, which rips a small, delightful gasp from you.
"Astarion!" You squeal, pressing a hand to the elf’s chest and moving away slightly in a half-hearted attempt to avoid the vampire's advances. Your tent is still wide open, and you don’t particularly relish the idea of everyone in camp witnessing your private life, no matter how nice it feels.
"That better be the only name I ever hear cried from your lips.” The rogue murmurs before moving forward and gently nipping at your lobe, grazing it between fanged teeth. He smirks and then hums contentedly before purring into your ear once more, “Now, be a little lamb and close the tent, won’t you? I believe we have some serious making up to do.”
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marinareads25 · 5 months
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ACFTL WISHLIST
Ok, so I’ve been doing some thinking about a ACFTL wishlist of things I would love to see. Honestly, I know I will 100% love and appreciate whatever Miss Stephanie Garber comes up with. So this is just for funsies!🤪
- Apollo dead LMAOOOO
- Jacks having nightmares about losing Eva
- Detailed descriptions of Eva’s beauty in Jack’s POV. I want him being so affected by her that he catches his breath every time he sees her and can’t keep his hands to himself. I want him SIMPING.
- Jacks watching Evangeline sleep longingly and tucking her hair behind her ear
- FOREHEAD KISS🙏🙏🙏
- big angsty hug after something crazy happens!!!
- I want Eva to find some peace. My girl needs to catch a fucking break!
- Jealous Jacks!!!
- Unhinged, Vengeful, I-Will-Cross-Any-Line-To-Protect-you Jacks
- one bed trope but I really want Evangeline to make a pillow fort between them and then Jacks just throwing the pillows away LMAO
- Angry love confession?!? I think it’s kind of out of character for Jacks, I don’t know?!?!
- An “I choose you” moment where Eva is like Do you regret going back in time to save me? And Jacks is like “I could never regret that.”
- THE HOLLOW PLS, I need domestic Evajacks so bad
- A KISS!!!! Obviously. But I would love to see Jacks terrified of doing it and then Eva making the first move. And then HE GOES FERAL. YUHHHH.
- LaLa and EVERYONE who hurt Evangeline ACTUALLY apologizing and making it up to her. I want her finding a family and love beyond Jacks.
- Jacks’ backstory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What’s up with the apples!!?
- Luc and Jacks bonding PLS THIS WOULD SEND ME😭 I can just imagine Jacks so annoyed bc Luc is being silly af
- Eva subconsciously remembering moments with Jacks ( feeling a pull towards him, having flashes of memories, etc.)
- I want to know if Eva’s mom and dad knew she was a key!??!
- THIS IS SO RANDOM but like I keep thinking Jacks might find Eva’s letter and him just writing on the margins shit like “not true” “debatable” and “you think my dimples are charming?” 💀💀
- Evangeline re-igniting Jacks’ hope for infinite endings!!!
- Eva and Jacks smiling so hard that they can’t kiss properly AHHHHHH
- Evangeline somehow getting the curiosity shop back😭
Anyways, that’s all my two brain cells could come up with. Here’s a lil waffle for reading the whole thing - 🧇. OCTOBER 24TH IS SO CLOSE. We have almost survived the Evajacks drought🌵🌵
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cipher-zoo · 6 months
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Ahhhhhh what a beautiful day 😊
Anyway, there are probably a lot of messages like this out there but since it has "happened" to me, I will write a little PSA
If you are a writer on Ao3 (or any other site I assume) and a commenter invites you to join their discord server, especially from a guest account, do not join that server.
No matter how much they are trying to flatter you!
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Best course of option, in my opinion, report/mark it as spam or delete it and move along with you day.
I'm gonna assume most people are aware of this already, but for those that have never encounters comments like this, please be aware!
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fatuismooches · 10 months
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SMOOOOCHESSS!!!!! o(≧▽≦)o !
I hope you’re doing amazing n having an absolutely wonderful day n summer chu chu!
Another one of your anons already gave light to this but remember how you said that Dottore would’ve most likely put his fragile lover in a comatose state but with an endless happy dream until they were to wake up? Well, I’d like to add on it a tiny bit:
Many years had gone by, but in the dream it was only a few weeks. But of course you didn’t know that time moved differently, nor did you really realize it was all a dream really. While sure you were confused why you woke up in your dorm with Dottore forcefully taking off your blankets and reprimanding you that you’ll be “late for class”. Was you being sick this whole time just a nightmare? Did Dottore never actually become the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? It made your brain fuzzy for most of that week as you tried to act normal. But eventually it soon slipped your mind, and now you’re here out in the forest with Dottore researching some ruin machine.
As Dottore continued his research however, you decided you wanted to wander and explore the forest. He told you not to stray too far, and you nodded as you freely looked around. You easily get lost in the beautiful greenery and pretty flowers the forest provided. Or the small creatures of the forest that would wander in it.
But as you continued your walk, you suddenly bump into a wall. And yet, there wasn’t a wall? You could still see the rest of the forest, yet you couldn’t cross over. You gently placed your hand against it, and nothing happened. What’s going on? Are you dreaming? No, are you dead?!
Dottore’s voice suddenly breaks your trail of thought as you walk back to the direction of his voice. But before leaving, you turn back one more time. Unsure as to what’s going on…
Days pass and your mind has been too preoccupied that the only thing you can think of is that encounter with that weird occurrence that happened in the forest. Dottore had quickly noticed your state of stress that night when you both had returned to your dorm, but you quickly lied and said that you simply got scared by some animal in the forest.
So one day while Dottore was out in the desert, you decided to visit the forest again. Same spot, and everything, and this time there was a crack in the middle of the forest? It seemed almost like a portal, yet it was just an endless void. But should you really? What if you died? No wait, what if you’re already dead? Agh this is too complicated for your small brain!
With a shaky sigh you decided to put your hand through it, and nothing happens! Maybe it isn’t as scary as you thought it would be…? You decide you’ll try to go in, and as one of your feet goes in, you realize there’s no ground-
But before you can realize you’re already falling in the endless void. Terrified as to what is going on. Will you just keep falling forever?!
But as you continue to fall, your body suddenly starts to become weaker and tired. Your ears start to ring and you can hear the sounds of machines beeping and buzzing. You eventually close your eyes…
When you wake up, you feel exhausted and sick, you open your eyes and see- huh?! Dottore? Wait no, why is there three Dottore’s at your bedside looking at you curiously?! Are you imagining things? What is going on!
Hehe I hope you enjoy this my little cutie pie!!! I had quite a bit of fun writing this, I’m sorry if my writings are sometimes too long or if my English/grammar is bad I usually just write these whenever an idea gets in my head or I get inspired! And thank you to that wonderful anon for giving that amazing idea abt the dream mwa mwa! Im sorry if they take any offense to me adding on I don’t mean any disrespect I just couldn’t help it since it was just such a wonderful idea >< !! I give you lots of kissies and huggies I luv luv luv you!!! Big kiss!!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ
🎐 ANON FEEDING US ONCE AGAIN OMFG😭😭🛐🛐🧎‍♀️ IM EATING THIS UP SO MUCH AHHHHHH
Waking back up in the Akademiya was something you never thought you’d experience again. Your illness had assured your removal from the institution, so when you felt the familiar sun pour onto your face, you were understandably highly confused, as the last thing you remember was being so sick you could barely leave bed. But it seemed like that may have been just made up on your part, as Zandik showed no sign of remembering what you did. So while you did have some suspicions, you couldn’t help but put them to the back of your mind. After all, who would complain of an ideal life of happiness, with no sickness or suffering?
Going out to explore with Zandik again really felt like a dream though. Sometimes you helped him dissect random machines you found lying around, or collected samples for class, or just walked around when you got bored (because even you couldn’t handle all that science sometimes.) Though, walking smack into an… invisible wall was not part of your plans. It was shocking - you could clearly see the landscape ahead of you but when you walked… bam! You could walk no further. You tried not to take it into consideration, you tried deluding yourself into thinking it was simply tiredness. Just ignore it, you tried to tell yourself. You were happy here, happy you insisted. But no matter how to tried to remove the mysterious wall from your mind you could not get it out. 
You thought being by his side would be enough, but you needed to see what was on the other side. Because you feared that this was all too good to be true. And you were right.
Blearily, you opened your eyes and your mind was fuzzy, barely comprehending your surroundings. The first thing you noticed was the thump-thump of your head, the numbing pain slowly bringing you back to your senses. Blinking your eyes more and more, you could make out the blinding lights and also the figures hovering over you, which immediately sent your heart rate up. Who wouldn’t be scared to wake up with people just watching you. Did you get kidnapped or something?!
And then you realized that one of the persons was Zandik, and you instantly relaxed. Your beloved was here. You’d be fine. Though he looked a bit different from what you remembered. But when you looked to the next person, your heart rate shot through the roof again. It was, quite literally, a damn clone of your lover. And the other one was too! It had seemed like the three Zandiks did not expect you to be looking at them either because you could see their mouths ajar, surprise on their face.
You fainted on the spot, and the lab bursted into chaos.
I LOVEEEEE YOUR IDEAS SO MUCH ?!!! ITS SO *CHEFS KISS* I WANT TO EAT YOUR WRITING AS WELL. IM HOLDING YOUR WORDS SO DEARLY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE DOTTORE *cries* I truly always loved the idea of fragile! reader waking up one day to a bunch of clones swarming their room and they’re like ?? wtf who are y’all..?? And at first they’re a bit fidgety and nervous around the clones because I mean who wouldn’t be a bit jarred at having a dozen or so copies of your lover? But you notice how some of them follow you around like puppies and you’d be a fool to not notice how infatuated they are with you! I miss the clones sm 😭 And like,, I can imagine the angst after you woke up from the dream?? And Zandik having to explain what he did to you in order to keep you alive,, and the mood gets heavy but all you can do is give him a hug and thank him for letting you experience such a beautiful dream. But all you want to do is be with him in reality, even if it hurts for you. And although he wants to refute you, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do when he sees you struggling every day, he can’t deny your wishes. 
BIG KISS AND HUGS FOR YOU TOO 🎐 ANON 💖💖💖💖💖💖 LUV LUV LUV U MORE!!
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f1-giuki · 19 hours
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Oh my god!!! Are you writing a howl’s moving castle fic and charles is howl???? I am so excited!!! And charles as howl makes sense!! Because only charles is capable of being as dramatic as howl!!
Yes!!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!! I have to admit I had never watched a studio ghibli movie before new year's, honestly idk why, but I watched howl's moving castle with my friends that day and it just hit me like a bloody wave, the poetry, the beauty, the ugliness, the conflict, the idealism, it made want to create and here I am writing the au🫡💖
sorry dear anon if I yap a bit about this, I'm as giddy as a kid, but the thought of having Charles as Howl makes my brain go feral in so many ways!!! dramatic pretty thing, capable of some insane magic, what's the point of living without beauty, a strong power to carry, a sort of curse, living in a rather unhealthy environment filled with power struggles, legends and myths about him, an unconventional love written in the stars, strange friends who love him deeply yet seem to want other from him, but in the end only love is there, breaking things to patch them up new!!!!! it's all so Charles imo!!!!
and max is so Sophie coded, focused, loving, doing all types of act of service, so good at the job, steady principles, witty and with a soft spot for fur cute things, quiet and loud love, putting up with the drama and fixing things even if the road is so tricky and slippery!!!!
AHHHHHH
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mintytealfox · 4 months
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Hcs of norton and alice if they escaped the manor? :>
EEEYYYYYY
lets seeeeee hmm hmmm
I really super duper loooooooooooove @quoththeowl31 's 'needing to go into hiding' hc like MY GOSH YES
They would need to find a doctor FAST as well. so, they would likely need to make the doctor visit as quick as possible. Like as soon as Norton can walk and move again I can see Alice helping him up and them sneaking out and getting away as soon as they can. Having Norton laying down in the back seat and wincing at every bump and turn of the car and Alice trying her best to keep things smooth. I bet she would need to stop at her apartment but only to run in and grab what she needs and then back on the road again. Alice probably has contacts upon contacts so I am sure they were able to get situated pretty quick and Norton back in a bed to continue his recovery 😔
Once all is well there is the problem of occupation 🙃 I think this could end up being tricky, cause Norton might want to go back to working with beautiful gems and appraising them in a quiet office and such but to get clients ya kind of need to have your name in the pool and having costumers could be a major problem. So for the time being he might just keep it a hobby and work with Alice where they can stay anonymous. They would be quite the team as said before lol I think Norton would grow to enjoy it especially since he gets to be side by side with Alice, and seeing that he does have expertise in stuff that is significantly helpful at times and he seems like the kind of dude who feels good when he feels like he is coming in clutch for people he cares about lol but there might still be times when he longs for that quiet office with rocks cause talking to people all the time is 'uhg' lol
boi but the down time would be nice 🥹just quietly reading their own books by the fireplace. Or Alice writing or typing away as Norton is just chilling and listening to the asmr lol
oh my GOSH i bet Christmas is their favorite heh receiving a gift from the other would be the best thing ever for both of them~ especially Norton, I bet gifts are so special for him 🥹Like gosh, him receiving a Christmas orange would be the best thing in his eyes i think! Like back when he was a kid and seeing some of the other kids who were more well off and excited about the orange they got and how this rare fruit just tastes so good and Norton just quietly watching and always wondering, until now when Alice gives him one and JUST AH ;; so special! So so special -cries- Then Norton not knowing what he could give Alice, for the first time/first gift, thinking she has had all the special things already, but finds something that reminds him of her and gives it to her and then she never parts with it ever, her always packing it and taking it on every work trip they go on and always handling it with care and smiling at it tenderly and AH that always touching his heart when he sees and AHHHHHH
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jungshookz · 9 months
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OH EM GEEEEEEEEE i missed u so much
literally never been happier to see a person come back on the internet before. i just wanna say that you basically raised my fanfic self and i think of you all the time when i come online. you have been one of the only people i have ever read that has such unique and personal characters. they could easily be standalone works unrelated to bts, which i think they have become for the ceemen as a lot of us move away from the group as we grow. even going back now and reading the fics they still hold strong which is amazing !
now that the pleasantries are over i sent an anonymous ask SO LONG AGO (years i think) asking you to name my new (not so new now) car for me and you didn’t!! and now whenever someone asks me what my cars name is i think of you. so i will now ask mechanic!yoongi to name her for me since he probably cares about my poor neglected car. me and u have beef cee, but i am still madly in love with you and your beautiful writing 😋
p.s. to help him out it’s a silver toyota corolla if he needs a general vibe
this is such a sweet message i literally read it ten times over and i still don't know how to respond properly because i am just so!!!!!! touched!!!! it means so much that you think that and feel that way about the stories :')) i'm busting my ass in grad school so i can make my dreams come true and publish books one day and this message made me feel so much better about my decision to pursue a writing degree <333 ahHhhHH i can't wait to post new stories for you guys i'm so excited to be writing again and interacting with everyone
ok we have beef WHATEVER i'll hand u over to mechanic!yoongi smh
"Woah, look at this handsome guy- he looks like a Jackson to me. Doesn't he look like a Jackson to you?"
"He looks like a car to me."
"You don't get it Y/N, look how strong his eyebrows are, look at expressive his eyes are... Yeah, that's a Jackson to me."
talk to my characters!
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wacuoms · 6 months
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hello there. hope you’re doing well <3
just dropping by to tell you that your the-summer-hikaru-died-crossover fanart has possessed me like a fever i can’t quite sweat out. as in i can’t stop thinking about it. it’s absolutely gorgeous, suguru’s expression gives me the creeps in all the right ways and i just loveee your thought process behind this. i thought you might want to know that it had me regurgitating drabbles like i actually have time to write a proper fic. so here’s a tiny one as a thank you for your wonderful art piece:
https://www.tumblr.com/honeysugarchocolate/730080048811474944/getou-suguru-is-not-who-he-says-he-is-he-adjusts
AHHHHHH hi!!! first of all thank you so much!! im so very glad my fanart moved you this much! ive been thinking about doing this crossover for a long time and it means a lot to me that everyone loves this idea as much as i do. and it means even more to me that it inspired you to write this gorgeous drabble!! T___T your choice of words is so beautiful i absolutely love this whole concept. once again thank you so so much!!! i hope you have an amazing day!!🫶 everyone please go read this.....
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amrv-5 · 10 months
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Hiiii Parker, for the writing meme, from S2G2 chapter 19, because I absolutely love Hawkeye’s inner monologue in this section:
He wondered what things were like over in the USSR. What they had thought of the war, during. Had it been just as roundly ignored except for, he figured, a few nervous mothers? Angry fathers? Heartbroken widows? Was there, even now, some Soviet doctor sprawled across his lover’s lap, sinking into despair, disgusted by the actions of his nation’s military, of every military, distrustful of its government, losing hope in humanity, pulling now only for the person-to-person good that could be accomplished outside of any sort of grander organization—was its citizenry as largely ambivalent to the war as the United States’ had been? Did that, too, upset him, this imaginary healer?
So much loss and destruction, and all for a piece of land approximately the size of Nebraska.
A childish thought: why couldn’t everybody just get along, and be nice? Damn the geopolitical complexities, the social nuances, the ideological impasses. Couldn’t everybody just sit the hell down and shut up and break bread? Would it be so terribly hard to just let everybody alone—except when they needed help?
BJ shifted his weight, his hand still moving in gentle circles over Hawkeye’s torso.
Hawkeye prepared to be pushed away, sinking into mild despondency.
Something grazed his lips, and he opened his eyes.
BJ was holding a strawberry to his mouth, expression soft.
Hawkeye closed his eyes, chest aching. Who was he kidding—the bad was so unbearable precisely because there was good in the world, and beauty, and light. Because people could be very, very kind, because, at the best of times, and even, dare he believe it, most times, everybody in the world was constantly engaged in minute acts of caretaking.
He opened his mouth. The strawberry was good. Sweet, ripe, tasting of summer.
BJ’s thumb brushed the curve of his lower lip before his hand withdrew.
And before he could spend too long focusing on the mechanics by which somebody obtained fresh strawberries in February, what massive logistics were involved, the ridiculous and shameful decadence of having ripe fruit available every day of the year while people elsewhere starved, there was another strawberry at his mouth.
Aghhhhhhh LISA HELLO!!!!!!! This is one of my favorite sections of the whole damned piece I’m so thrilled you picked it out:
OKAY AHHHHH I’m still. AHHHHHH about this being picked omg. Okay this is going to get so long I’m so sorry.
Okay, so, blow-by-blow, right off the bat we’ve got an invocation of the USSR and the shadow of nuclear proliferation, the anxiety of which (not sure if this is obvious? It might be so buried in implication it’s only clear after I say it outright) creeps throughout the background of S2G2. But I also tried to flip that and here have Hawkeye framing the war as a crime of government, and law-of-large-numbers himself into empathizing with a potential doctor from the “other” side who, after all, he has far more in common with than an American general.
But the ‘crime of government’ framing turns out to be too simplistic, actually, because Hawkeye half-indicts the citizenry of each country for their perceived apathy. It’s hard to see significant suffering and realize that your society has not just ignored it but in many ways actually profited from it, and appears entirely unwilling to do anything to prevent similar future tragedies. That’s insane-making, and another recurrent S2G2 Hawk-thought—is it really insane to be devastated by devastating realities?
And from there we hit maybe my most controversial Hawkeye characterization, which is that I agree with Alan Alda when he said Hawkeye isn’t actually an extremely politically (American) liberal character. By that I mean that I primarily see Hawkeye as a proponent of autonomy, and concerned with government overreach (he was drafted, after all), rather than a capital-D Democrat. He avoids the libertarian label, though, by being pretty clearly anti-capitalist, pro-education, and also by advocating for helping others in need while disavowing his government. Does this make him, like, an anarchist? I don’t really know, I’m not a poli-sci guy. He just thinks that people should be allowed to read or watch or wear or do with their own bodies whatever they want, so long as it isn’t hurting anybody.
Anyway, as readers know he’s been on a long, complex, and largely silent spiral this chapter. It’s a lot of heady stuff, reflecting on reflections of his despair, very internal work, and this is the final car of an exhausting freight train of thought.
Which is why we’ve got BJ to draw Hawkeye out of his head and back to the physical. He’s a grounding presence here, holding Hawkeye in his lap, touching him gently, literally feeding him.
At which point Hawkeye gets a reflection on the central catch of his despair, and why he can’t make himself entirely give up on humanity, even when it would be easier to do so: People can be so good.
The phrasing of his realization, by the way, is a big-time homage to the Ross Gay essayette “The sanctity of trains” from The Book of Delights, which basically changed my life via radio (I might write about this someday, or not, it’s not very interesting) and which anyway everybody should go read instantly:
“...I suppose I could spend time theorizing how it is that people are not bad to each other, but that's really not the point. The point is that in almost every instance of our lives — our social lives — we are, if we pay attention, in the midst of an almost constant, if subtle, caretaking. Holding doors open, offering elbows at crosswalks, letting someone else go first, helping with the heavy bags, reaching what's too high or what's been dropped, pulling someone back to their feet, stopping at the car wreck, at the struck dog, the alternating merge, also known as the zipper — this caretaking is our default mode, and it's always a lie that convinces us to act or believe otherwise — always.”
The rest of this is Hawkeye noticing the caretaking, letting himself accept it, allowing himself to just focus on feeling physically okay, the pleasure of being held and having something nice to eat. These are pretty obviously central themes in a lot of my work—the continuing unsolvedness of the big questions, the lingering suspicion of the validity of despair, and then tentatively finding contentment in just being an embodied animal. Not apathy, not naivety, but intentionally allowing oneself to find moments of peace because it is necessary for survival.
+Bonus my clear affection for food/feeding as love, because I’m incapable of keeping that from infiltrating everything I write yaaay. It's just so shatteringly romantic to me. Ugh. Anyway. THANK YOU SORRY THIS IS SO LONG
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lukewarm-beef-stew · 2 years
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Ahhhhhh I finally got around to make an alt and handle all the url moving and stuff I'm in tears
Anyways I just wanna suggest an idea :>
We are all familiar with Izuku with a praise kink but consider:
Aizawa is not familiar with either giving or receiving praise because he's used to upholding his stoic, mean appearance & keeping things to himself;
whereas while Izuku does turn into a soft puddle when being praised, you know the boy is very vocal when being appreciative of others and recognizing others' strength/beauty
*cough* so please imagine aideku in bed and Izuku was just babbling out all kinds of praises and compliments, half out of his mind and letting his mouth run like "aizawa sensei is so good at this, I love it when sensei touch that place, making me feel so good, I never knew it could feel like this--" while looking a mess and super pretty and all that and Aizawa would be just on top of him, incredibly flustered and turned on and extremely FRUSTRATED so he just took them all out physically on Izuku :)
WAIT why have i never considered doms with praise kinks???? yes yes YES omg im so glad i havent written the smut scene for my next fic yet bc from now on everything i write is gonna have aizawa with a praise kink in it asgdhjk
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mythicalcowboyatheart · 10 months
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Just like Animals
Spencer Charnas x gn! reader
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An: I just remembered I gave my irl friend my Tumblr and um if they find this I'm so sorry 🤣 anyway uhhh happy pride month
Warnings: smut! Smut! Smut! Oh ya more smut! Kinda sub Spencer
"oh my god, you are so hot" "so are you" you smile seductively. "I bet you're not wearing any panties right now. Am I correct?" "Yes your correct." He grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. "do you feel how hard this makes you make me?" You start stroking him through his pants. his breathing becomes heavier and he moans louder "mmmh...keep doing that..baby" you start stroking him faster. He starts groaning in pleasure "mmhmmm...yes! Ohhh...ohhhhh...ohhhh...yeahhh...uhhhh...this feels sooo gooodddd....ughhh...ahhh...good boyyyy...muhh...ugghhh...mmmmh...good boy...ughhh..." You stroke him faster. you feel his body shake from the pleasure "ahhhhh...ahhhh...ahhhhhh...aahhhh...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmm...good boy...ughhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...that's it...give me all your love baby...ughhh...uughhh..." "your such a good boy Spencer" you kiss up his jaw and plant a kiss on his mouth. he kisses back passionately "yeah...I'm a good boy...a really good boy...and you know why? Because you are so sweet and beautiful...you're everything I've ever wanted...thank you baby...for loving me like this...it means so much to me...ughhh...thank youuu..." You shush him "it's okay baby" you kiss him again. he wraps his arms around you pulling you close "thank you...so much...I don't deserve someone like you...you're amazing...you're perfect...thank you...for giving me everything I want...everything I need..." Your hand comes to a stop. "what's wrong baby...?" he looks at you with concern. You smile and get down on your knees you unbutton his pants.he watches nervously as you undo his pants "wh-what are you doing?" he blushes and is nervous but still tries to hide it. You pull down his boxers and place your hand around his length and look you in the eyes and smile "I'm giving you everything you ever wanted" you wink. "w-why would you do something like thi-thisssss?" his face turns redder than before. "because you have been such a good boy" you lick the top of his cock. he closes his eyes and sighs "y-yes..I have been a good boy...but I never thought you'd actually do this for me..." "of course I would baby" you begin to stroke his hard length "I would do anything for you" you give the tip of his cock a kiss before taking in your mouth and you begin to bob your head. he gasps loudly when he feels your lips wrap around him "ughh!" he grabs onto your hair tightly and leans his head back "that feels so good...don't stop...please don't stop..." You bob your head faster. he moans loudly and arches his back more "oohhh...that's right...just like that...don't stop...aahhhh...don't stop..." You reach your hand down and take his balls in to your hand and begin to massage them. he lets out another loud moan and grips your hair tighter "t-this feels incredible...don't stop...please...don't stop..." Your movements be come faster. he groans loudly and begins to thrust his hips forward into your mouth he pulls your hair harder and keeps going. You moan around his cock.he looks at you with lustful eyes and grunts "mmmmmm...yessss...keep going...make me cum..." You move your head faster. he holds on tight and bucks his hips up and down, moaning loudly and He cums all over your tongue. You swallow his cum "such a good boy Spencer" he lays there panting and smiling widely "thank you...thank you...you're amazing." "any thing for you baby"he plans a kiss on the top of your head. "I love you Spence" "I love you too" he hugs you close and kisses your cheek. "You up for a round two?" You smile and wink.
An: I might write a part two If any ones interested ☺️ this was my first real attempt at smut so I hope I did all right
Edit: heres part 2
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melis-writes · 1 year
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First of all, YOU ARE A GODDESS WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING. I love your fanfics and was wondering if we can get a short “alternative” for a piece in MTF. When Sonny makes a move on Victoria, what if Victoria gave in? as a Sonny lover, that twist had me so AGHHH, although we know Vic wouldn’t do that to Michael, what if she herself had a deep curiosity to what the oldest Corleone son had in him? I know we have a small snippet but what if it all just went with the flow from that first kiss?!? 🤭
Ahhhh thank you!! 😭❤😭❤ Pls, you're are so sweet. 🥺 Thank you so much. But also AHHHHHH, THIS PROMPT…!! 😳 WE KNOW MISS VICTORIA WOULD NEVER, BUT… The “what ifs” are leading us to so many places. This is probably the most asked “what if”? Because Sonny had opportunity right then and there and kissed Victoria, wondering if she felt the same or if her absence for Michael would spark a desire for him by her side instead… So what if we did go from that flow just as you requested?! 🥵
Stunned in the moment from the change of tone in Sonny’s voice, his sudden affection and honey laced words, you stare at your brother-in-law as he strokes his thumb gently over your thigh.
“You’re beautiful,” Sonny speaks to you softly, giving a loose shrug of his shoulders. “You’re a wonderful role model to your children—yeah, you don’t even need me to tell ya. You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know, Vic. Yeah, I think you’re perfect too.”
“Sonny—” Your face flushes red as Sonny keeps one hand squeezing over your thigh now, pulling you closer to him.
Feeling as if the room has grown ten degrees hotter, spinning around you and slowing time, you gaze into Sonny’s eyes as he tilts your chin up to face him directly.
Only mere inches away from one another’s lips, you both lock eyes with each other having nothing but this moment, this opportunity—the privacy that allows the deep, hidden curiosity inside of you since Sonny came to see you in New York that yearns to wonder: what does the eldest Corleone brother have to offer you?
All this lust and attraction pulling him to you, sprouting thoughts in your mind as to what kind of lover Sonny could be and what he can give you right here and now in the midst of your loneliness and heartache.
“Victoria,” Sonny murmurs, pressing his body against yours and pushing you gently against the couch.
You place your hand over Sonny’s shoulder, but it’s to hold your balance, not to push him away or otherwise.
Sonny’s eyes flicker up from where your hand remains on his shoulder before he sees the green light of your body language giving into him.
Within his confidence and attraction to you, Sonny swiftly leans up in towards you and catches you by surprise as his lips crush over yours in a deep kiss.
Your eyes widen a bit at first but you easily find yourself lost within the passionate, deep kiss and let your lips kiss Sonny’s back just as insistently.
A bit more rough and tender than Michael, Sonny’s kiss is new and exciting to you and just as needy.
In just a spit second, you find your hands running through Sonny’s curls, pulling at them as you’re both chest to chest, feverishly kissing one another—letting forbidden lust and arousal take over, clashing through every emotion you thought you ever knew.
“Sonny,” you breathe out as you both break from the wet kiss.
Sonny breathes heavily, eyeing you up and down underneath him now on the couch. “I’ve… I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”
‘Years?’ Your cheeks sting hot with blush as you glance down to see both of Sonny’s firm, large hands over your thighs. “We… We shouldn’t do this, but—”
“But?” Sonny raises his brow at you, noticing you reaching out your hand and placing it over the buttons on his dress shirt.
“But…” The curiosity and arousal that are heavily built up within you yearning for affection and attention take over completely. “I want to.”
“God…” Sonny grazes his teeth alongside his bottom lip, inhaling softly as he feels your soft touch unbuttoning his dress shirt one by one.
Teasing him, you’re not even aware of the discomfort Sonny feels in his dress trousers at his bulging erection begging to be freed until Sonny’s dress shirt is fully unbuttoned, hanging off of his broad shoulders loosely.
You maintain eye contact with Sonny, placing your hand now over his belt and noticing his erection but not quite at what Sonny has to offer just yet.
“Let me…” Sonny unbuttons his dress trousers, looking at you for a further reaction and confirmation. “I want you, Vic. Just for tonight, let me have you and then…then you can go back to my brother.”
“Oh!” You gasp loudly, seeing Sonny’s fully erect cock spring free—boasting a full ten inches. “Sonny… Wow.”
Sonny smirks, very much so pleased by your reaction as he pumps his cock in his free hand. “That’s right, baby.”
A deep sense of arousal tugs in your gut, begging, yearning, wanting, desiring and it becomes more and more apparent to you by the second as you feel your pussy tingling and wetness growing between your thighs.
“I promise I’ll be gentle, huh?” Sonny purrs in your ear, placing his hands over the waistband over your skirt. “I’ll get you nice and ready for me, baby, don’t worry…”
“Oh my God,” you whimper, seeing the length of Sonny’s cock going past his own belly button. “I want… I want you.”
“Mmm…” Sonny inhales the sweet scent of your perfume off of your body, pulling off your skirt with your panties in one swift movement. “I could tell you did the moment I got you on here alone.”
“Mm… It’s not going to fit,” you bite down on the corner of your lip, finding yourself spreading your legs further and further.
“Oh baby, believe me—” Sonny looks up into your eyes, trailing his hands down to your inner thighs, “it’ll fit.” His eyes greedily take in your soft, supple thighs in his hands and the dewiness of your pussy—causing you to cringe out of embarrassment and look away.
“Mike’s lucky, isn’t he?” Sonny leans his head down, parting your pussy lips and hearing the wetness speak for itself. “Gets you all to himself like this whenever he wants, you beauty. But tonight, you’re mine.”
“Confident, huh?” You blush, turned on by Sonny’s cockiness.
“I know how to make you feel good, baby. Trust me.” Sonny runs his hands up and down your thighs before placing a sloppy kiss over your clit, breathing hotly over it and causing you to whimper quietly. “Won’t take my word for it? Then I’ll show you and Mike won’t know a thing. This’ll all stay between you and me only.”
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simpforchuchu · 2 years
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hi!! I’ve been reading your bsd posts and I love them so much ahhhhhh. are you able to write hcs for dazai and chuuya forgetting about their s/o’s birthday? thank you!! :]
Chuuya / Dazai - forgetting their s/o's bday
A/n: Sorry for the delay ( yeah i kmow too late :/ ) and hope you like it 🥰
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: fight, blood, murder, gangs
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Chuuya
•  I don't think he's the type to forget his s/o's birthday
• But he's very busy
• He's overworked in the mafia and he's very tired He certainly knows when her birthday is, but he couldn't remember that day was the day.
• At the end of the day, when he sat down tiredly in his seat and saw that it was already 2 a.m., he saw the date and cursed
• He quickly left the building and looked for an open shop but couldn't find it.
• He regrets going home without buying you a present.
• He quietly opened the door and entered the house.
• He sighed when he saw that she was already asleep and took a pillow and blanket from the closet and lay down on the living room sofa.
•  When she went to drink water at night, y/n saw him and moved to the sofa in surprise. Chuuya woke up to the sound of footsteps and got up, her lover looking at him in surprise
• "Baby why are you sleeping here? Is there a problem?"
• He looked at her sadly and smiled bitterly.
• "I... I'm so sorry darling. I forgot your birthday and-" Y/n smiled and stroked her boyfriend's cheek
• "Chuuya... it's okay. I'm so happy you're back safely, I was worried about you." Chuuya looked at her lover in surprise and y/n smiled
• "So you're not angry that I didn't get a present?" Y/n laughed and shook her head, Chuuya smiled and placed a kiss on her lips
• "I'll make up for it tomorrow, I promise"
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• okay this mf
• He probably forgot her birthday
• But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, he just isn't very good at these kinds of things.
•  After all, no one has celebrated his birthday before
• So he won't even know until you tell him you're offended
• He'll be seriously upset and apologize when he finds out.
• "Babe... I'm so sorry. Really. Is there any way I can make up for this?"
• A different Dazai
• You can see that he's really upset
• Tell him it's okay and go out for a dinner together
• After all, he did not do willingly
• When he takes you out to dinner, he will come with a flower and a beautiful necklace.
•  There will definitely be a nice note in the gift box as well.
• Remember, you are very precious to him.
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