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cowpokeomens · 4 months

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Dress

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ this is straight up self-serving porn!!!!!!! Minors go away!!!! Anyways this has got everything: Biting, p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering (female receiving), breeding kink, big ole praise kink, me projecting how badly I want to swallow William's load, I think that's it but by all means DM me or reply if you think I should add something!

Literally no one hmu unless it's to talk about this photo. It has nothing to do with the story but I wanna fuck him so bad so I'm putting it here. It's my blog I do what I want.

Yes I was listening to Dress by Taylor Swift as I wrote this!!!! Yes it's one of the horniest songs in her discography!!!! Leave me alone!!!!

Anyways.

This is straight up porn, no plot in sight, no beta because I'm insane, no fucks given because I'm a whore! Enjoy.

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Will was about to vibrate out of his fucking skin.

He’s irritable, too- a far cry from his usual “Sunshine and Rainbows” disposition. People kept trying to make conversation, ask him about the tour, compliment the new album. It would end with a curt, “Yeah, it was a lot of fun,” as his eyes would be dragged from whoever he was talking to back to you.

The dress was unfair. It was diabolical, even. He searched his memory, trying to come up with a reason you’d put him under such physical and emotional duress. He did the dishes last night, made breakfast this morning- he even folded the laundry! In terms of “deserving of death by nefarious garments,” his conscience was clear.

Yet there you were, clad in the slinkiest little black dress that he never knew you owned. You had spent hours in front of the mirror, perfecting your makeup, carefully styling your hair. It had been fun for him to watch; Fun to listen to your “Ultimate Emo” playlist and jam out while you painstakingly applied a swipe of lipstick, a striking mark of eyeliner. It was fun.

He stopped having fun the moment you stepped out in the goddamned thing.

“Zip me up?” You had asked, batting mascara-ed lashes at him sweetly. His brain had short circuited for a second, rebooting completely when it started overheating. Zip you up? He wanted to eat you up, toss you over his shoulder like a caveman and keep you in bed for hours.

“Where are you going in that?” He asked incredulously. Your breasts were about to fall out, fabric clinging to the small of your waist. There were other details- lace and ribbons and shit he didn’t have the vocabulary for when his head was running on all cylinders, much less now. You turned around so he could reach the zipper better, and he genuinely wondered if the anime nosebleeds were onto something with how quickly the blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your ass stretching the fabric.

“Um, to the jamboree your label is hosting?” You retort with a giggle. “C’mon, we’re going to be late to this shindig if we don’t leave soon.”

He had complied, after some whining, zipping you up and kissing you softly on your shoulder, willing his cock to miraculously soften.

Then you had arrived, and he was swept away by record executives, you saw a group of gal-pals, and he had to keep his hands to himself.

For hours.

Will’s hands itched with the urge to reach out and touch you, twitching at his sides. Someone said something that must have been fucking hilarious, because you were laughing, head thrown back, chest heaving-

I can’t do this. He thinks to himself. This is a task for men stronger than me.

Quickly downing the last dregs of his cocktail, he impolitely excuses himself from the group he was speaking with, maneuvering through the mass of people to where you stood.

“Hi baby!” You call when he enters your line of sight, smiling brightly. You’re in a small group of people who also greet Will upon his arrival, immediately asking about the tour.

“It was a lot of fun, thanks for asking.” Will mumbles distractedly, eyes never leaving you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand, love bug?”

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Oh, sure.” You quickly excuse yourself from the group, leaving with warm goodbyes and tight hugs. Will thinks he’ll catch on fire before the two of you make it out of the building, but then you’re walking over to join him, the two of you quickly working through the crowd.

“Is everything okay, Will?” You ask when you’re both out of earshot. Concern is evident in your tone, and Will fights the urge to smooth the crease between your eyebrows with a kiss.

“Yeah, just itchy is all.” He murmurs to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head as you both exit the building. Itchy was a good word; He was practically crawling out of his skin with the urge to get you undressed, underneath him.

Guilt overtook your pretty features. “Oh baby, was the party too much? If you felt overstimulated, we could have left earlier-”

“No, I’m fine, pretty girl, really. It’s just-” He sighs, stopping in the parking lot to dig his keys out of his pocket.

“Did I do something?” You sound so sad, eyes widening. Will could practically see your mind sifting through the evening, trying to find some misstep.

“No, no baby- stop. I can see you overthinking, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just-” He sighs again, pausing by the car now. He glance around the two of you, making sure you were alone, before guiding your hand to his groin.

Your eyes went dark at what you found there. “Holy shit, you’re- how long?” You stammer, sounding hoarse.

“Ever since you put on that fucking dress.” He admits sheepishly.

“C’mon.” You nod towards the car, motioning for him to get inside.

You made quick work of shutting your door, Will about to start the car when you stop him.

“Leave it off.” You command, making his eyebrows shoot up in question. “Less conspicuous.”

“Less conspicuous for wha-” Will’s question was cut off as your lips locked with his in a searing kiss. You gripped his shirt in your hands, dragging him closer to you.

“All hard for me, huh?” You whisper against his lips.

He’s nodding before he realizes it. “So hard, baby, all fucking night, all for you.”

You’re nodding with him, already drunk off of the power you have over him. “Let’s get you taken care of then, yeah?”

You tear your lips away from his to better unbutton and unzip his pants, tugging the fabric down the best you could in the cramped space. He hisses as you pull his briefs down so that his cock can spring free.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, taking him in.

He’s always been big- you were familiar with that part- but you’d never seen him after being hard for hours. The veins on his cock were bulging angrily, the tip shiny with precum and deliciously red.

“Poor thing,” you say in a saccharine voice, leaning in to kiss the cherry-red tip.

He outright keens at that, hips barely jerking up, like it was taking everything to hold himself down. “Don’t be mean, pretty girl.”

You give him one last grin before you’re swallowing him down, stopping three-quarters of the way down to soothe your gag reflex.

“Fuck-“ Will gasps into the air, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. His grip tightens, and you feel your control over the situation slipping away. “Fucking tease tonight, huh? Not enough to wear your slutty little dress, couldn’t wait to get my cock in your mouth either, could you?”

You whimper almost silently at his words, but he feels the vibrations of it on his cock. “Little slut likes that? Does she want me to use her pretty mouth?” He continues, pulling you up by your hair just enough for you to be able to speak.

You relinquish any semblance of control you had when you manage a small, “Please.”

He grins at you, so far from his regular, cheerful smile, and pulls you in for one last kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and wonderful, and you’re almost sad when he yanks you away by your hair again to guide you down to his cock.

“Open.” He commands, the gruffness of his voice making you quickly do as you were told. His cock is in your throat immediately, but before you can gag, he’s pulling you back up roughly. You manage half a gasp of air before you’re being shoved back down, swallowing him again. He continues fucking your face at a brutal pace; Soon spit is covering your chin, and you can feel you mascara running down your cheeks in the form of tears.

“So fucking good for me.” Will grunts, hips thrusting up to meet your face. “Such a good girl, taking what she’s given.”

The praise makes you moan- or at least, as much as you could with him fucking your mouth so thoroughly. You’re lost in the sensation of him so deep in your mouth, breathing deeply through your nose as he uses you. His thrusts start becoming irregular, a chant of your name and “fuck” falling from his lips as his movements grew shorter and shorter.

Oh, you think. He’s so close, you can see it in the tension of his body, in the drawn-up expression on his face. You want nothing more than for him to finish in your mouth, to make you swallow it down, but he pulls out abruptly, chest heaving with labored breaths.

“Is something wrong?” You’re pouting, you can feel yourself pouting.

He sees your face and huffs a laugh, still panting. “Pretty girl wants my cum that bad?”

His words- the vulgarity of them- color your cheeks pink. Although… Yeah. That was exactly what you wanted. You nod, the smallest movement.

You think you hear him stop breathing, but then he speaks again. “C’mere, honey, I’ll give you what you need.” He motions to his lap, where his cock is beckoning you like a siren at sea. You hastily go to unzip your dress, but he stops you. “Leave it on.” His gaze drags down your form, back up to your throat, where his eyes linger for a moment before he’s looking into your eyes again. “Leave all of it on.”

His words make you shiver, but you obey, crawling over to straddle his lap. He yanks your panties to the side in record time, immediately thrusting two fingers into you. You mewl at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as your hand comes up to slap over your mouth to muffle the sound.

“Nuh uh, let me hear.” His voice is in your ear, nose rubbing against the lobe of it. “Let me hear your pretty sounds- God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You could hear him moving his fingers inside you, even over your own noises. You grind down into his hand without consciously realizing you’re doing so, chasing the pleasure his fingers brought you. You open your eyes blearily, wanting to see him, only to find that he’s studying that same spot again, right at the base of your neck. Jutting your chin up so that your throat is completely vulnerable, you give him a meaningful look.

He accepts the offer, teeth coming down to bite at your pulse point. The moan that escapes you is profane, dwindling to the pathetic whimper of an injured animal as he sucks at the skin where he bit, soothing it with his tongue. Your chest is next, ample cleavage on display for his lips to lock onto, sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin with ease. The hand that’s not fucking into you grips onto your waist to leave another bruise, pulling you impossibly closer.

You know what he’s doing- Marking what’s his, letting everyone know who you belong to. And you couldn’t care less about the perception of it, lost in the pleasure of his lips and the sensation of being owned. Arching into his mouth, your hands tangle in his hair as your legs start to quiver with unadulterated want.

“‘M close, Will I’m-” You pant, tugging at his hair desperately.

“I know, pretty girl, be good and come for me so I can fuck you properly.” He whispers into your neck, and that’s all it takes to hurtle you over the edge, shaking with your orgasm even as he replaces his fingers with his cock.

It’s so much more- more girth, more length. It stretches you, fills you up to the brim. You’re still in the aftershocks of coming as he starts fucking you in earnest, yanking you into his chest until you feel like you can’t get a breath in. You’re practically wailing, the sensitivity of getting fucked so quickly after orgasming overwhelming, but it’s perfect.

“You’re my girl, right?” He’s grunting, holding you stationary while his hips rock up into you at break-neck speed. “My pretty girl, all mine.”

You nod, incoherently babbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours-”

“Want my cum?” He pulls back just enough to look in your eyes. It’s all love there- an all-consuming love that illuminates his gaze like a flame. “Want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you- Keep a baby in you?”

You’re nodding again, unintelligible sounds falling from your lips in response. “Please.” You finally manage to stammer out.

He’s almost smiling, a joyous kind of pleasure overtaking his features as his thrusts grow erratic for the second time that evening. Your grip on him tightens as you feel yourself get closer and closer, tears springing in your eyes from the overstimulation.

It hits you like a fucking train, face curled into his neck in a silent scream, legs spasming in every direction. He fucks you through it, coming in hot spurts inside you, thrusts growing sloppier until he finally nestles himself deep within you, setting you down gently in his lap again.

You’re panting and trembling, completely collapsed against his chest. The both of you sit like that a few long minutes, his hand rubbing at the exposed part of your back soothingly. When you feel an iota of strength return to your body, you’re craning your neck up to kiss his cheek.

He’s grinning, turning to look down at you. “Well shucks, thanks for the kiss, honey.”

You’re giggling with him, pushing yourself up so that your back is straight. You hiss as the movement moves him inside your sore hole, a shudder passing through your body.

“You better cut that out, I’ll fuck you again if you’re not careful.” He warns teasingly, hands gripping your hips lightly.

You flash him a grin, and then ready yourself for the chore of him pulling out. You know it’s going to be tender, but you still yelp as he slips out of you. Flopping into your seat, you give yourself another minute to collect your breath. He tucks his cock away, zipping up his pants carefully and starting the car.

You zone out for a moment, only recognizing the long silence that has stretched between the two of you after a few minutes more have passed. You look over at him, a question on your lips, when the look on his face makes you pause.

He’s staring in between your legs, a small pout on his face. “It’s leaking out.”

You throw your head back, barking a laugh at his distress. “I have an IUD as well, my love, I don’t think it’ll work no matter how hard you try.”

His eyes go dark at your words. “Then I’ll just try harder next time.”

Before you can respond, the car is in drive, and you’re headed home. You quickly buckle your seat belt, pulling down the passenger mirror to clean yourself up, stopping when you catch the first glimpse of your reflection.

Your makeup has smeared everywhere. Black streaks run down your cheeks in rivulets, your lipstick smudged around your mouth. Your tits are littered with bruises, lovebites of various colors decorating your skin. You look like a slutty fucking mess, You think to yourself. You’re searching for a napkin to wipe your face when Will speaks up again.

“Leave it.” He flips on his turn signal, pulling onto your street. His jaw is tight, and you swear you can see a bulge in his trousers. He turns to look at you as he puts the car in park in front of your house, eyes already glossed over again. “Leave all of it.”

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twstwonderlandstuff · 1 year

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calling the twisted boys your husband/wife! [5/7]

so... it's been a bit of a while... Um, I started University! I feel like most blogs go a little silent when people start University, which I now completely understand why they do that being said, a sweet anon asked if I'm continuing the husband/wife series, and I am! truth be told, the whole reason I did this was so I could call Silver and Sebek my wives with my reasons for saying so ^^ moving on, drumroll please... pomefiore!

gender neutral reader trigger warning: implied dead animals (rook I know what you are) established relationship w/ reader Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia

vil schoenheit

"of course. you're always beautiful to me. you're my darling wife, how could you not?"

vil, who has been pampered with compliments ever since crossing paths with rook, is not surprised at your compliment. instead, he presses a hand against your cheek and in return, you press a kiss against his.

"has rook been talking to you again? really... as much as he is my huntsman, and I his 'muse', you ought to stop taking romantic advice from him."

"aww, but he's so fun and absoloutely right! you always look ravishing to me, vil, but tonight, even more so."

"...hah." vil sighs and offers you a fond smile, something he only shows those close to him. "you tease, more often than you should."

"i do not~ i'm just telling my lovely wife how much i love him~" you chuckle, pressing one last kiss against his nose. "good luck, vil! break a leg!"

"i don't need that. as you said, I am the fairest of them all, but thank you." with a final wave, he leaves, leaving your heart full of excitement for your partner.

your wife.

rook hunt

"hey, it's my hubby! thanks for- oh is that rook rook rook get that thing out of my sight ROOK ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME ROOK"

the gift in his hand (a successful hunt) loses all semblance of life in his arms as he squeezes it with his gloved hands. with a glowing smile, he sets the animal down, tosses he gloves, washes his hands, and gives you his biggest hug yet.

"mon amour, what do you mean?"

you take a second to willfully ignore the stains left on his clothes. "yes, darling, I do. someday, that is. not now, but if you could consider my offering..."

"with all my heart, mon chéri." rook loses a little bit of his composure. "with all my heart."

"great! let's start with... that. look, I am happy that you show me your spoils, but could you wrap them a little... neater? I'm kind of, um..."

"of course, mon filou. anything for mon cheri!"

"yes, yes, now get on with it, mon cher mari."

epel felmier

"of course, granny. after all, epel's volunteered his part into becoming my husband, you see."

epel's face turns apple (heh) red in mere seconds, and then quickly turning into a smile as he launches at you, kissing you silly.

"ya mean it?! me, as 'yer husband?! 'yer not pullin' my leg, are ya?!"

you chuckle loudly, even as granny felmier laughs at your antics, shakes her head, and leaves you both be.

"hey, tell me!" right, your husband. he hovers on top of you, anxiously waiting for your reply.

"I am serious. granted, this isn't the way I wanted to propose, but... listen, just think about- oomph!"

epel lunges at your lips ferociously, with a passion that seems uncontrollable.

he teases you about on your actual wedding day with such respect and fondness that you can't help but quiver.

"hey, so if I'm your partner, 'yer husband, that means you gotta depend on me more, alright? I know I ain't the biggest or the tallest man you've ever seen but I promise you, on this day, that if you ever need somebody, I'm here."

…aww, now I'm going to cry!

#twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #gn reader #gn! reader #gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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midmourn · 6 months

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enough for you

title enough for you

pairing mark lee x gender neutral!reader

summary you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't.

warnings angst

word count 1,669

author's note I'M SO SORRYYYY it kills me to write the boys like this pls. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog

"Mark!" You surprised him, showing up at his side as he was busy on his phone, his locker open in front of him. He jumped in surprise, turning his eyes to look wide-eyed at you, and you giggled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that."

"It's fine," Mark dismissed, turning back to his phone without another word and you swallowed, refraining from frowning. Glancing around, you saw no one else was close enough to hear the two of you talk or were rather busy with their own conversations.

"Um," you spoke up, bringing his attention back to you half-heartedly, "I did my makeup earlier, do— do you like it?"

Mark's eyes roamed your face, mouth forming into a 'O' as you fought to keep a blush off your face, "Ah, sorry, Y/N, I'm— I'm not really good at compliments."

"Oh," you forced a giggle, blinking at him, "That's fine!" When he didn't say anything else, only grabbing a textbook from his locker and shutting it, you swallowed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. He could've at least tried. "Um, what class do you have next?"

"Psych," he murmured, "It's on the other side of the building, so I'll see you later. Bye, Y/N." He didn't raise his head from his phone as he walked away, either ignoring or not hearing your calls for him.

"Mark!" You sighed, lowering your head, "My class is right next to Psych, too ..."

"Mark! I got you coffee," you beamed at him, holding out the Starbucks cup for him and his eyebrows rose in surprise, head tilting to the side as he shut his locker.

"Oh? Is it—"

"Americano!" You cut him off, still smiling as he made a noise of surprise and took the coffee from your hands, taking a sip of the drink.

"Oh, thanks, Y/N," he smiled briefly at you before turning around and walking away. Your face dropped, brows furrowing as you watched him walk away from you and up the stairs, clapping one of his friends on the shoulder as they joined him.

"Your boyfriend's an asshole," Yeri crossed her arms over her chest as she showed up by your side, making you jump in surprise.

"Damn, Yeri, sneak up on me, why don't you?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on the lockers. "I don't— I just don't understand. He wasn't like this before and then as soon as we started actually dating, he did this!"

"He's an asshole," she shrugged, "Simple as that. Drop his ass."

"I can't do that!" You looked at her with wide eyes, "I did so much just to get his attention, like— like reading those damn self-help books just so I could know what the hell he was talking about. If I broke up with him, it'd be over nothing!"

"Mark Lee doesn't deserve your attention," Yeri put her hands on your shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. "OK? There are so much better people out there for you, Y/N Y/L/N. They will deserve your attention because they'll love you for you."

You frowned at her, "I want that to be Mark Lee, though."

Yeri sighed, stepping back, "I know. But— seriously, think about it and don't just shrug it off like you've been doing. I've got to get to class, see you." With a wave, the two of you part and you frown to yourself as you stare down at the tiles of the floor. Was Yeri right? But you had done so much just for Mark to even notice you, and he was so sweet before you two officially got together— what if he was just going through something and didn't know how to tell you?

You shake your head as the bell rang, you wouldn't break up with him. You'd just have to try harder.

Yet even as you tried harder, wearing the brightest, outstanding makeup you could, getting him his coffee in the morning despite the long lines at Starbucks in the morning, sending him lyrics of his favorite songs, or even just trying to contribute to his rambles about his studies— Nothing happened. No kiss, no compliments, no hug, no holding hands, and most importantly— not telling you what was going on!

When he wasn't rambling on about his classes, he was busy on his phone— assumingly texting someone but you never asked, knowing it could've possibly been a family member or just as important. You'd sit by his side at the library as he studied, keeping quiet besides when he'd get frustrated and you'd whisper kind encouragements. You weren't sure if they worked, though, because sometimes, he'd end up collecting his stuff and walking out of the library.

Sighing, you fell back onto your bed with your phone in your hands, Instagram pulled up. Going to the search bar, you hesitated for one second before typing familiar names. The first one was Kang Mina, one of Mark's ex-girlfriends from last year. She was a cheerleader, and quite pretty. You didn't know what they broke up for, but you knew she was his first girlfriend— probably his first everything, too. A frown was placed on your lips as you went to the next girl, Song Hayoung. Hayoung was in the year above the two of you, but you also knew Mark tried really hard to get her attention, for her to even look his way— just like you did ...

At the realization, you hummed before placing your phone facedown on your bed. You tried to remember what else you could remember about their relationship, but you couldn't. Not like you had any time to, either, because your phone started ringing. You flipped it over to see that Mark was calling you and your face brightened up, forcing yourself into a sitting position.

You breathed in and out, "It's OK, just a call." You exhaled one more time before accepting his call, bringing the phone up to your ear and trying your best not to sound so excited, "Hello?" You winced, hearing the high pitched voice on your end.

"Y/N, hey," Mark mumbled and you frowned, hearing the tone in his voice but before you could say anything else, he rushed out, "I want to break up."

The call was silent on both ends for a few seconds. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach when he said that, your fist clenching around a plushie you had on your bed for comfort as you stared unseeingly at your wall. His voice sounded hesitant when he said your name again, "Y/N?"

"Why?" You swallowed, thankful your voice didn't break with that one word. Not that it mattered, your eyes were already filling with tears, and you were sure it'd be heard the next time you spoke. The first tear fell, and then the others followed in suit.

Mark cleared his throat, "I just— it's not you, really, but I just don't think we're right for each other, you know?" You didn't say anything and he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Y/N. Maybe we can still be—" You didn't let him finish, ending the call abruptly before the first sob ripped through your throat. You hunched over your plushie, holding it to your chest as you started crying louder. Your chest ached with each cry that came out of your mouth, feeling as if someone was holding your heart in their hand and slowly crushing it.

"Y/N?" Your mom didn't even knock, opening the door to your room. You couldn't see her, but from the silence on her end, you knew she was trying to register what she was seeing. "Oh, baby." The simple word had another sob leaving your mouth and a second later, the other side of your bed dipped as she pulled you into her body. Her hand immediately started smoothing out your hair in comfort, "It's alright, it's OK."

"No, it's not!" You hiccuped, feeling more tears escape your eyes as you shook your head, "Mark— Mark ..."

You didn't have to finish your sentence for her to know what was going on, already knowing what you had been doing the past few weeks for the stupid boy. She merely clenched her jaw and started whispering comforting things to you, pulling you more into her chest. It took a few minutes to get you to calm down, but all she had to mention was throwing up and you tried your best to calm yourself down. If there was anything you hated, it was throwing up.

"There," she sighed, pressing a kiss to your head as she wiped your tears away with her sleeve. "Now ... Mark, he broke up with you?" Your bottom lip trembled before you nodded, pressing the side of your head into her shoulder. "Oh, baby ..." She sighed again, "There's always going to be someone better out there for you."

"I know," you mumbled, voice cracking as you recognized the same words Yeri said to you a few days ago, "I just wanted it to be him."

"We all have those people," she frowned, pressing another kiss to your head.

"I should've seen it coming, mom," you sighed, feeling a tear slip from your eye that she immediately wiped away for you, "As soon as we got together, he wasn't the same. It's like— like no matter what I did, I wouldn't be enough for him. And I tried so hard."

"I know you did, baby," she rested her cheek against the top of your head, feeling her own anger rise in her chest for how heartbroken you sounded. "One day, you'll be everything to someone else. They'll love you for you, and you won't have to try so hard to be enough, because just being you will be enough."

"Are you sure?" You mumble into her shoulder.

"You might not see it now, but you will," she rubbed your side. "You'll be enough for them."

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meruz · 6 months

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Lightbox Expo 2023 is over!! Thank you to everyone who stopped by the table. I can't believe I sold out of both my sketchbooks AND my digimon fanbook... (multiple prints too?!)! I'm incredibly grateful... I will have a 2nd print run of both sketchbooks and online orders for the digimon book up in the next couple weeks so please keep an eye out for that!

More gushing abt the weekend under the cut

I sell at an average of idk... 3-4 events a year? So I would consider myself a frequent congoer though not necessarily full time lol. I'm a little jaded like it's not that I don't enjoy going to cons but theres definitely a bunch that feel like just-another-con-weekend to me lol, sometimes it's more work than play I guess. But this con felt really different! For the first time in a while I left a convention feeling really thrilled and giddy that I had been there. The kind of feeling I used to get when I would table at anime cons in highschool! And I think a lot of that is the people I met and talked to and the overall vibes at the event. Oh also I literally just had surgery and going to this con is like the only thing ive done this week besides lay in bed and play Story of Seasons on the nintendo switch and I thought I would be in pain and miserable but actually I HAD SO MUCH FUN...!!!! even when i skipped after-hours socializing every night to go home early and sleep 12 hours lol. SO ANYWAYS. YEAH. IT'S CORNY. BUT I wanna say thank you again to everyone who stopped by the table. Especially all the coworkers and long time mutuals who I met in person for the first time this weekend!! And the long time followers who told me they have been following me since homestuck or naruto or whenever. And college classmates who I haven't seen since graduation, crazy talented underclassmen who I'd never met but stopped by to say hi... So many people who absolutely made my day. SPECIAL thank you to my table partner Emi who is the best and such a good sport and accommodating to the point that I feel ridiculous when she thanks me for anything. And um also thank you to the artists who were cool and nice when I went up to their tables and blurted out 24917596 compliments in rapid succession. or only got one really awkward compliment out to LMAO... I felt so inspired and awe struck by everyone's work! God it was just so cool to be there. I LOVE ART....

Ok yeah thats it. its been a while since ive written a post-con blog post so earnestly lol.. here's my obscene haul photo I was buying stuff at this con like I was dying and couldn't take it with me LMAO.

I'm not gonna go tag everyone because I don't think everyones on tumblr but if you dont mind doing a little google search legwork: big x-men prints from chase conley, prints from jacki li/bguavas, azusa tojo, xanthe bouma, nicodaboy, susan yung, hormstuck, nessa tweneboah, linda liu, ash tahilan, zines also from jason dwyer, ash tahilan, aprilyn cunanan, veggiecakeface, deb lee, dune5and, uhh yoichi nishikawa art book and parakid calendar, stickers again from ash, marie lum, hormstuck, chiou, and emi hartana/crowlets OKAY I THINK I COVERED EVERYTHING THANKS FOR READING

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kisakis-boyfriend · 8 months

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Makoto's Maid Service

Pairings: Makoto Yuki x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, top/dom!reader, sub/bottom!Makoto, crossdressing, slight humiliation, facefucking, using a vibrator, reader is called 'master'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: As usual the character is 20+. Also he's my favorite protag, though I do love the other persona protags too <3

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In a way, this was technically a punishment. You both made a bet, the loser wears a maid outfit and does anything that the other person tells them to do...and he lost. So here he is now, wearing a frilly skirt and knee-high socks, waiting for you to come back home so that this night can end quickly...

Finally the front door opens and he watches you step inside, greeting you like a dutiful maid should...

“Welcome home, M-master... Um...would you like dinner? Or perhaps a bath? Or uh...o-or m-me...” That last part came out as a whisper, too embarrassed at saying something so...so fan service-y, but it was exactly what he agreed to do

You stifled a laugh and Makoto turned his head away, already beginning to blush. “Hey, you wanted this...don't laugh at me for acting out your ridiculous fantasy...”

“You're right, you're right. Sorry, it just sounds funny actually hearing it out loud” You said, taking in all of the details of Makoto's outfit. It wasn't one of those particularly skimpy maid outfits, the dress had short sleeves but covered the chest area and fell a bit above the knees, a simple black with a white apron around his waist and white frills under the skirt. The socks that came with it were pretty damn cute though...black, knee-high socks with white lacy trim at the tops, paired with simple black shoes with a single buckle...yeah, something about that part of the outfit really put it all together

Walking towards him, you answered his question from a minute ago, “I think I'd like to have you.” Somehow, he knew you were going to pick that option. He cleared his throat and outstretched his hand for you, meeting your expectant gaze as he instructed you to follow him, “Yes, Master, please follow me then”

You took his hand and were led into the bedroom that had been prepared especially for tonight, clean and comfortable sheets, several toys and restraints ready at your disposal, and a couple of candles as your light source, your maid truly outdid himself. Admiring the work he put into this, you ruffled his hair and praised his efforts, earning a disgruntled noise and a hand swatting yours away

Makoto awaited your instructions, motioning towards the array of toys and other fun things he had set up. “Please use whatever you'd like, I-I'm...all yours. Pl-please do with me as you will...” He tensed up as you slowly circled around him, brushing your fingers against different parts of his body. Brushing your fingers down his arm, gently tugging on the bottom of his skirt, then crouching down and playing with the lace trim on his socks before trailing your touch up his thighs. Makoto squirmed as your fingers brushed against his crotch, his pulse increasing as you teased him

Fixated on his exposed thighs, you continued touching and squeezing them, his soft flesh squishing under your fingers. Little gasps escaped his lips as you toyed with him, though he tried to hold them in. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth when you told him how hot his thighs looked in these socks, his legs threatening to tremble at the simple compliment

When you were done playing with his thighs you ordered him to lie down on the bed, Makoto obeyed leaning back onto the sheets, knees bent and feet resting on the edge. His gaze met yours and your next order caused his eyes to widen, his cheeks becoming hot and pink. “Spread 'em”

Makoto opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it, too flustered to form any sort of comeback or comment. He pulled his knees back then slowly spread his legs open, his hands reflexively moving up by his shoulders. You removed the shorts and frilly section that went under the dress, leaving nothing except the frilly panties Makoto was wearing underneath. He gasped and clenched the sheets between his fists when he felt your mouth on his thighs, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. You slipped one finger under the fabric of his panties and lifted them a bit, letting them snap against his skin while his body jerked from the surprise

You then gently rubbed his clothed dick, already hardening beneath the panties, teasing the tip with your index finger. Makoto squirmed under your touch, his back arching a bit when you teased his tip, cursing under his breath. You pulled his panties off and tossed them on the bed, continuing to rub his dick before jerking him off properly, your hand wrapped around his length, beginning to move up and down. You grabbed a bottle of lube and poured some on his erection, making messy wet sounds when you went back to jerking him. Makoto grabbed your wrist when you kept massaging his tip, thighs tensing as you edged him, bringing him right to the edge then removing your hand from his member, smirking when you realized how out of breath he was just from that. “How did that feel?” You asked, rubbing his thigh with your non-lubed hand

“G-good...haah... really good...” He breathed, trying to calm his racing heartbeat because he knows that this is far from over. You allow him a second to breathe before you edge him again, speeding up your hand's pace, Makoto's hips bucked into your hand greedily, making more wet noises with every thrust. When you stopped again he whined, trying to thrust his dick into your hand more, chasing after his climax, but you pinned his hips down with your free arm “Oh god...shit...”

Makoto's dress clung to his back, sweat building up the more you teased him. He begged you to keep going, to please keep touching him and moving your hand like that, but you quickly showed him his place by flipping him over and smacking his ass hard. Makoto whimpered into the sheets, you swore he almost tore them with how hard he was gripping them...

“You know the rules, dear” You bent down to whisper in his ear, “You don't get to cum until I say you do.” He nodded his head in affirmation, a whine escaping his lips. You knew exactly what you wanted to do next, walking over to the selection of toys and other such things, grabbing some rope and heading back over to Makoto. You tied his wrists behind his back, then you kicked his legs open and got down on your knees. You groped his ass, still a bit red from earlier, and spread his cheeks, licking your lips hungrily. He moaned as you began licking his ass, your warm tongue teasing around his puffy, pink rim, squealing when your tongue finally plunged inside of him

You ate him out like your life depended on it, nails digging into his pretty cheeks while your tongue pushed into his hole further. A puddle of drool soaked the sheets under Makoto's chin from all of his panting and moaning. Your tongue felt so good inside of him, soft squelching noises coming from where your mouth connected to him, prodding his ass open so that he would be able to take more of you later

For now though, you wanted to work him up even more. See how much further you could edge him before he breaks down. So you grabbed a remote controlled vibrator and pushed it into his ass, surprising him when you turned it on immediately. “Wh-what is th- Aaahh—!! O-oh fffuuuuck...” Makoto moaned as the vibrations filled his ass, his cock hardening more and more, rubbing against the edge of the bed whenever he squirmed

You noticed this and allowed him to hump at the bed, edging him even more. He thrust his dick against the sheets while you constantly changed the intensity of the vibe, suddenly turning it up all the way before bringing it back down to the lowest setting, not allowing him to have a break even as he wailed about how it's “Too much” and that he was “Going to cum.”

“Fuuu-uuck oh my god...'s too much I...I-I'm gonna–” Makoto tried to still his hips, hoping that it would prevent him from cumming yet. His mind was becoming fuzzy, the sound of your laughter behind him told him that you intended to push him as far as you possibly could, not easing up on the vibrator's intensity anymore. He shook his head back and forth against the sheets, biting his lip and desperately trying not to cum, tears threatened to spill at any second. That's when the vibrations stopped completely, Makoto let out the breath he'd been holding for a minute, breathing heavily and awaiting your next move

You flipped him back over, taking in his disheveled appearance. Sweat caused his hair to cling to his face, bangs all messy and ruffled up, his eyes were heavy too, exhausted from your torment already. You smiled, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his mouth, shoving your tongue inside and making him arch his back and moan into the kiss

You grabbed the discarded panties from earlier, wrapping them around his dick and using them to get him off, turning the vibe on again and continuing to make out with him. Makoto's legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and locking you in this position, his hips rolled into your hand, thrusting against the fabric. You allowed him to cum, turning up the vibrations to max and massaging the tip of his dick again, Makoto finally getting to spill his seed all over the panties and feel some sort of relief...

...But the vibe was still on max and you hadn't stopped moving your hand, causing him to twitch and try to squirm away from the sensations, far too sensitive from just cumming. You slid your free hand under him and wrapped it around his waist, sliding him back down towards you while you continued jerking him off with the cum-soaked fabric. Makoto screamed and pleaded for you to stop, to give him a break from the stimulation, “Shit—!! Wait please! It's t-too much! Aaahh—!! C-can't– ”

He let out a whimper when you rubbed your thumb against his tip, finally turning off the vibe and giving him a break, taking deep breaths and releasing the tension in his muscles. You removed the stained panties from his dick and held them up to his mouth, “Be a good maid for me and clean these up.” Makoto reluctantly obeyed, licking his cum off of them, gagging when you pushed them into his mouth and left them there

You flipped him onto his stomach again and removed the vibrator from his ass, giving it another good smack and then flipping him again, holding onto his waist and asking if he was ready to service his master properly. Makoto nodded eagerly, you then removed the panties from his mouth and helped him get off of the bed and onto his knees. He undid your belt and slid your pants down, freeing your cock from your underwear, then he began licking your shaft before sucking on the tip, using his hands on whatever he couldn't take yet. He took your length into his mouth deeper and deeper, groaning when your tip touched the back of his throat, you grabbed the back of his head and pushed it in further, making him gag. You let him take a breath before shoving your cock back down his throat, fucking his face and relishing in the wet gagging noises Makoto was making, choking on your cock and moaning when you pushed it all the way in, the vibrations from his moans almost tipping you over the edge

You pushed his head down one more time, bringing his nose flush with your skin, before releasing him and yanking him back up, pushing him down on the bed again, flipping his skirt up and pushing your dick into his ass, his wet hole sucking you in eagerly. You gripped his hips tightly, slamming your cock inside of him, grunting as you fucked him desperately, craving the feeling of his ass clenching around your dick as you filled him up. Makoto moaned as you pounded into him, the feeling of finally being full of you satisfying him, he grasped onto your shoulders and wrapped his legs around your waist again, making you bury yourself deeper inside of him

Your thrusts became uneven as you neared your climax, desperate to release inside of Makoto and claim him. With one last thrust you buried your cock deep within him and coated his warm walls with your cum, then you thrust into him a few more times, fucking your cum into him so that it wouldn't leak out

You both panted, starting to relax after the intense session, you rested your forehead against his and smiled. “You ok, babe?” You questioned, brushing some hair out of his face. Makoto nodded, still trying to catch his breath but smiling back at you nonetheless. You peppered his face with kisses, making him laugh, you just wanted to rest here for now, you'd take care of everything else in a bit, for now you just wanted to lay with your lover and relax

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Sunflowers

You know, it's kind of concerning that it's easier for me to write angst and heartache than it is to write happy fluff. Oh well, I hope you enjoy it and please leave your thoughts in the comments! Thank you to @doubleb11, @nburkhardt, and @carlyv for the prompt ideas!

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Eddie was in over his head. He’d dreamed of dating Steve, of taking him out on dates and being the perfect boyfriend. The problem was, he was all talk. He had no experience with dating and Steve was blowing him out of the water.

Because Steve was the perfect boyfriend and Eddie didn’t know how to handle it. With every whispered flirt or door held open or any other small act of chivalry, all Eddie could do was blush a deep scarlet and pull a chunk of hair in front of his face. Last week, Eddie had choked on his beer because Steve told him he looked handsome under the starlight. Two days ago, Steve came to his set at The Hideout and gave him a thumbs up which caused Eddie to very nearly mess up his lines and fall off the stage. And when Steve picked him up today, he brought both he and Wayne homemade breakfast sandwiches and a thermos of coffee.

How the hell was this guy so good at being a good boyfriend?! Literally, they’re sitting at a picnic at that very moment in a valley in the woods, surrounded by sunflowers, and Steve kept flustering him. Eddie’s face was going to be stained permanently red if he kept blushing like this.

“You look really cute today. I love your Metal guy shirt, it really brings out the softness of your hair.”

Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Steve wasn’t even trying and Eddie could feel his face heating up just from the small comment. He had to one up this guy and fast.

“Um, first of all, it’s Metallica. I know you can read that from there. Also, I don’t know why my hair looks soft. I used the same two-in-one I always do.”

Steve’s face does something complicated, a mix between scandal and constipation. Eddie could tell he was holding himself back from saying something. Oh shit, he said the wrong thing. Flirt Eddie, flirt!

“You look really hot with the sun hitting you like that. And the yellow flowers remind me of your sweater at Lover’s Lake. Very hot. I’m literally sweltering just thinking about it.”

Steve blushed and looked up at Eddie through his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah!

Eddie had his opportunity. When Steve blushed down to his neck and looked down at the ground with a soft smile on his face, Eddie plucked the nearest sunflower to them and moved to kneel on one knee in front of him.

“Stevie, my baby, my love, the paladin of my dreams. Would you do me the sacred honor of accepting this sunflower that displays the affections I hold for you?” Eddie waited with bated breath. They’d only been officially dating for like a month and this was essentially a half-assed proposal. Nice going you dipshit, you’re going to scare him off-

Steve’s shy smile turned into a beaming grin and he yanked Eddie into a bruising kiss. “I’d love to, Eddie! Give me the flower. Did you know sunflowers are my favorite?”

Eddie smiled as he tucked the flower behind Steve’s left ear, brushing his fingers against his cheek as he did. “Of course I did, sweetheart. They’re sunny just like you. And might I say, you look beautiful.”

Steve couldn’t do much in the face of his compliment but smile adoringly and pull him in for another kiss.

Eddie might not believe himself to be a good boyfriend because he would never be able to match Steve’s flawless charms. However, Steve couldn’t imagine how he got so lucky as to have such a pretty and kind metalhead boyfriend that gave him his favorite flowers and called him beautiful. Eddie was the smoothest person there was and he could never measure up to it. They might both question how much they deserved each other but they had a lifetime to prove it.

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#soft vibes #they're living their best post-upside down life #I would like to point out that the Party does not know they're dating #Every time they see Eddie or Steve blushing they think they have heat stroke #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson

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mothwingwritings · 1 month

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Green

F!Reader X Strade

Really original name for this one, major kudos to me for that one. B)

Here’s another little Strade thing. I remember reading somewhere on Gato’s blog that his fav color is green so this was born from that. I honestly may have made that up in my head though so if I did just pretend it’s true. :)

Anyway, it’s just another little ficlet while I work on some little stuff. I hope you all enjoy and thank you, as always, for reading. (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

THIS IS 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

Warnings: Mentions of noncon, torture, abuse, (briefly) suicide, and imprisonment.

Green was your favorite color.

You can’t really remember what originally attracted you to it, whether it was that you genuinely enjoyed the shade or if you were just trying to be cool and not pick a color that was overly ‘girly’. But after years of placing it on a pedestal, dubbing it your favorite amongst all other colors, your affection for it had remained solid.

Whenever you bought an item, whether it was something little or an object that was pricier, you always checked to see if it came in green. The walls of your childhood bedroom were coated in the color, and when you moved out on your own and were in charge of your own interior decorating, green was what you chose to paint most of the rooms. You adorned yourself in it, green being the prominent color in your wardrobe and jewelry collection. Sweaters, dresses, pants- at least one of each came in green. Even a vast array of your makeup was dedicated to the color, matching perfectly with whatever outfit you donned yourself in should you feel the urge to get a little more gussied up.

And on the night you met Strade green was one of the first things you talked about.

After he introduced himself you complimented his shirt. Or at least that’s how you remember it, the night itself had become a bit of a blur. You were shy by nature and not used to people ambling up to you for conversation, let alone at a bar (someplace you only went because you were meeting up with friends and just happened to arrive the earliest). You awkwardly tripped over your words, flustered by the man who had welcomed himself so easily into your space, taking the seat across from you so naturally it was as if he was the friend you had been waiting for.

After a preliminary exchanging of greetings and light pleasantries, an uncomfortable silence lingered between the two of you. He seemed perfectly content just being in your presence, sipping his beer with a twinkle in his eye as he watched you fidget and squirm through the forced interaction. You must have checked your phone at least a hundred times in hopes of an update, grimacing when one finally arrived in the form of a text stating your friends were stuck in traffic and probably wouldn’t be at the bar for at least another thirty minutes.

Your new companion’s unwavering stare coupled with the suffocating and boisterous atmosphere of the bar was starting to do a number on you. You contemplated hiding in the bathroom, but you weren’t too keen on sitting in a dimly lit, poorly maintained stall for a half hour while you waited on your friends. And if you dipped in there for a little bit just to find some reprieve, you’d still be facing the same situation when you came back out.

So mustering your courage, you decided to try and take some initiative in an attempt to make things a little less awkward.

“Um, I like your shirt,” you spoke just loud enough that he could hear you over the noise of the other patrons. Though you were overcome with nerves, you figured it best to lead a conversation with a compliment. Who doesn’t like to receive praise, even for something as trivial as a garment? “It’s a nice color, green is my favorite.”

Instant embarrassment caused your cheeks to flush. The words sounded a lot less childish in your head, and you chided yourself over how silly it sounded as soon as they left your lips. What kind of adult starts a conversation at a bar by talking about their favorite color? What were you, five?

But he laughed warmly, genuinely pleased by your comment, dispelling all feelings of bashfulness. At the time you liked the way his laugh sounded, warm and inviting as it fooled you into thinking that maybe he actually could become your friend.

“Thanks, and good choice,” he shot you a lopsided smile, raising his half-full mug to you. “Green’s my favorite, too.”

It was funny in a tragic sort of way, how something that you used to enjoy so much now just filled you with cold, deep, dread.

Now you could only associate green with pain. Green reminded you of his arms, constricting and choking you, squeezing you within an inch of your life as he dragged you away from the last semblance of normalcy you’d ever experience. Green reminded you of his chest, smothering you, muffling your screams as he tested out his newest weapon on you- the green handle of his knife getting stained with red splatters, your blood coating it as he carved into you with reckless abandon.

Green reminded you of the carpet in his bedroom, where he would hold you down after he finished brutalizing some poor soul in his basement, still high off his kill as he fucked you long and hard, getting off to your cries of pain as he spilled himself deep inside of you. Green reminded you of the bedsheets you would snatch off his bed, cocooning them around your body for a false sense of security, creating a flimsy shield against the rest of the world. Every night when you fell asleep nestled inside of them, Strade not far from your side, you wondered if one day he may use them to strangle you. You wondered if maybe that would be for the best, if you just never woke up again.

Green used to be yours, a color that loved ones and friends used to associate with you. A color you used to look at and see yourself in. A color that used to bring you joy.

Now all it reminded you of was Strade and just how much of yourself you had lost to him.

#btd strade x reader #boyfriend to death strade x reader #strade x y/n #strade x reader #btd strade x y/n #boyfriend to death strade x y/n #ykmet strade x reader #ykmet strade x y/n #ykmet strade #btd strade #boyfriend to death strade #also! fun fact! green is MY favorite color too! wowee!#mothwingswritings #thank you for reading and for being splendid and lovely #you kill me every time Strade

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 7 months

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A Gentleman Boyfriend

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

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Kicho: "Change your perspective."

Mai: "Kicho?"

He emerged from the trading post and looked at both of us.

Kicho: "I believe Motonari is trying to convey something along those lines."

Motonari: "What? You were eavesdropping?"

Kicho: "I heard your argument through the window."

Mai: "Sorry."

(We shouldn't have argued in front of the trading post, especially with customers coming and going.)

Feeling apologetic, I lowered my voice and asked Kicho.

Mai: "But what do you mean by changing perspectives?"

Kicho: "It means not just thinking about what to sell but considering the perspective of the wearer or the buyer."

Kicho: "Normally, that's what you do."

Mai: "The wearer or the buyer一ah!"

His words helped me realize something.

Mai: "You're right. I've been so focused on what to sell that I've neglected what the wearer would appreciate."

(I might've neglected the important aspect of how to make the wearer happy.)

Kicho: "By thinking about what would make the person wearing it happy, you should be able to create something that truly represents you."

Mai: "Okay, thanks! You really understand me."

Kicho: "I'm not sure if I completely understand you, but I always strive to."

(Kicho...)

Having a supportive lover was really reassuring.

Motonari: "Hey, how long are you going to keep showing off?"

(Crap! I forgot that Motonari was here.)

Kicho: "Motonari, you're here for business, right?"

Motonari: "Of course. I didn't come here just to tease her."

Kicho: "I thought so. Let's talk inside."

He took Motonari and started returning inside. However, as he was leaving, he gently brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek.

Kicho: "I look forward to seeing the designs you create."

Those words lightened my mood, and the stiffness that had settled in my heart began to melt away.

(Right. I should rethink my ideas again!)

(Considering the perspective of the wearer and the buyer...)

(I just need to make something I want to wear and something I want to give as a gift, right?)

I immediately started sketching in my notebook, letting my imagination run wild.

(I should also jot down things that might serve as inspiration.)

I started writing down recent memorable experiences.

(During our negotiation, Kicho held my hand and led me to sit on the sofa.)

(And the gentle way he touched my shoulders and cheeks.)

Mai: "If I were to walk beside a wonderful partner like Kicho, what kind of dress would be perfect?"

Ideas for designs naturally came to mind.

Then, I suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing from outside and was startled.

Mai: "Whoa! It's already this late!?"

Without realizing it, I'd become engrossed and had drawn several designs.

(Wow, I've made a lot of progress today.)

With a sense of accomplishment, I looked at my sketchpad, and my notes about Kicho caught my eye.

(Weird. Ideas keep popping into my head whenever I think about him.)

(I think I'll continue making notes about him for a while.)

Kicho: "Mai, I'm coming in."

Mai: "Kicho!?"

(I can't let him see these notes!)

I hurriedly put my notebook face down on my desk.

Mai: "C-Come in."

Kicho entered the room and briefly glanced at my desk.

Even though I'd hidden my notebook, the ink and brush were still out.

Kicho: "Were you working on something?"

Mai: "Um, yes. I was just brainstorming some ideas."

Kicho: "I see. It's good that you're working hard, but you should consider going to the bathhouse soon."

Kicho: "They're about to turn off the furnace."

Mai: "O-Okay. I'll get ready and head there."

He nodded and left the room.

Mai: "Phew."

Feeling relieved, I reopened my sketchpad, full of several compliments written about him.

(I can't let him see this. It's too embarrassing! I need to keep it a secret!)

The next day--

I was out shopping with Kicho in town.

Mai: "There seem to be more people than usual."

Kicho: "It's probably crowded in the market, too. Be careful not to get swept away in the crowd."

Mai: "Got it."

Passerby: "Move out of the way!"

I turned towards the voice and saw a cart forcefully rushing through the crowd.

Kicho: "Mai."

(Whoa!)

Kicho placed his hands on my shoulders and instinctively positioned himself in the middle of the road to shield me.

Mai: "Thank you for protecting me."

Kicho: "I just acted on instinct. It wasn't anything special."

He took my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine.

Kicho: "If I'm going to protect you from the crowd, I might as well do it this way."

He firmly held our intertwined hands in a lover's grip.

Kicho: "Don't let go of my hand."

My heart started beating faster as we held hands and gazed at each other.

Mai: "Okay, I won't."

I replied in a slightly trembling voice, and he responded with a gentle smile.

Kicho: "Thank you."

He lifted our joined hands and placed a tender kiss on my fingertips.

(He's incredibly kind, yet he never imposes himself on me.)

(This delicate balance is what makes him a true gentleman.)

I decided to make a note of this in my design book.

The next day, while I was sketching until late at night, I heard a voice from behind the door.

Kicho: "Mai, can I come in?"

Mai: "Kicho?"

I closed my design book and went to greet him.

Mai: "What's wrong? It's already late."

Kicho: "I noticed the light in your room has been on for a while, so I thought you might be overworking yourself."

Kicho: "I brought some tea and snacks. How about taking a short break?"

I looked at the tray and saw a tea set and some rice crackers.

Mai: "Wow, it looks delicious. The tea smells wonderful, too."

Kicho: "I'm glad I found something you like."

He placed the tray on the table, poured tea into the teacup, and offered it to me.

Mai: "I can do it myself!"

Kicho: "We may not have much time to share tea, but please allow me this."

(He's so kind.)

Mai: "You've done so much. Please let me return the favor next time."

He suddenly stood up and gently touched my cheek.

Mai: "Nn..."

Then kissed my lips.

Kicho: "You don't need to thank me. This alone is more than enough."

(Just with a kiss?)

Kicho: "Of course, looking at your face is also soothing."

Mai: "........."

(I'm so lucky to be loved like this.)

At that moment, the snacks and my thoughts about my designs faded into the background. I felt the urge to embrace him, but he gently stepped back.

Kicho: "I'll leave before I become a distraction."

Kicho: "Make sure not to overwork yourself."

Mai: "Okay. Good luck with your work, too."

(Why is he so cool?)

I touched the spot where he had kissed me and watched him leave.

(As expected, talking to him sparks my creativity.)

(I should also jot down today's events while I'm at it.)

Work progressed smoothly, and my compliments about him in my notes doubled in number.

Several days later, I was with him, visiting Darren's mansion.

Maid: "Please, have a seat. The master will be with you shortly."

We were led into a room and had to wait for a while.

Kicho: "It's finally time. How confident are you?"

Mai: "I've prepared several designs that I think are good."

Mai: "I hope there's something Darren will like among them."

As I was about to take out my designs, I noticed something.

Mai: "Huh?"

(No way. Why?)

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium End╎Epilogue

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #kicho #ikesen translations #cybird

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 3 months

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Hi!! How are you fellow ace person? I came across your blog recently and um in love! Could I request some fluffy headcanons for Marina from Fear and Hunger with a male S/O? Preferably in a scenario after the ending where everyone survives the Termina festival? Thank you <33

Ps. Love your writing style! have a nice day/night :]

Hello fellow Ace Person! I am doing well! And you most certainly can request some! Also, thanks for the compliment! I do try and hold myself to a particular standard of quality.

NOW! YOU WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

(I wish there were more high quality Marina .Png's)

Marina Dolmek sat on the living room sofa with her arms crossed and a scowl carved onto her face as she glared at the coffee table.

Oh how she despised those nightmares of hers.

Still… it’s to be expected after… everything that happened in Prehevil.

The things she saw in that place were going to stick with her for the rest of her life.

Everyone in her little family of mutually adopted crazies would say the same.

Even now, as she looked out the window, she could see the lights in their homes flicker.

Nonetheless.

Marina was happy.

It had been five years since Prehevil by this point.

Their group had rode the rails for days, until the train ran out of coal to keep itself fueled.

Then they got out, and walked.

And walked.

Eventually, they came to this place.

It was small, and out of the way but still had modern amenities with it being semi close to a port city.

After learning that, it was decided.

Everyone called for what living family they had.

Getting Marcoh’s sister was perhaps the most… complicated of the retrievals…

However, it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle.

Especially with Levi having an actual marksman rifle as opposed to some beat up, barely functioning pistol.

But, despite how much her and Marcoh’s sister hit it off talking about girly things, that was not what she enjoyed most about getting her out here.

That honor goes to her meeting you when their group got back.

She admits she doesn’t remember much about what happened.

As it turns out, using the magic of a new god called “The Tormented One” a bit too much can cause some… backlash.

Nothing too bad…

Just her feeling like her skin is being flayed off, her blood boiling, and her skull is being cracked open by massive fists.

Still, Marina was a tough girl, and she only screamed a little…

Okay, a lot.

Nonetheless, after she felt normal again, she woke up to see the person who took care of her the entire time she was… indisposed.

That person was you.

From there, she took an interest in you.

She didn’t know why.

Mayhaps the dredges of the long dead Sylvian brought the two of you together?

If so, she would have to thank her in some way.

And maybe do the same for the Tormented One, if a bit spitefully.

“Can’t sleep?” your groggy voice shook Marina out of her thoughts.

“Not really, sorry if I woke you.” Marina responded.

“Hmmh.” you grunted in response as you sat next to her, placing your head on her shoulder.

“Marina?” You muttered.

“Yes?” Marina responded.

“I love you.” You told her drowsily.

“Awww! I love you too!” Marina cooed, happy you were probably too asleep to notice the blush on her face.

You were not.

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sentientcave · 4 months

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And They Were Roommates

Got brainworms from Ceilidho talkin' about Fem!Soap and wrote out a few scenarios, and landed on this one as my favourite. Maybe personal trainer Soap and hot woman complimenting you in a dive bar bathroom Soap will get written about later on.

Part 1

Part 2 Here

(Fem!SoapxFemReader) ~2.2k words

Alcohol mention, but no other major flags at this point. (A few jokes about axe murderers) But also MDNI because this is an 18+ blog and there will probably be NSFW content in future parts

You had put an ad up online.

Your best friend had moved in with her boyfriend, leaving you with more apartment than you could afford. You had enough savings to get you through till the next month, but things were going to be dicey if you didn’t find someone to take over Fern’s half of the rent soon.

You’d had plenty of responses, mostly from men that gave you creepy vibes, even through digital means. You’d actually met with only one person, and she was allergic to cats, which made her a no go.

She’d been nice enough, though. If it really came down to it, maybe Fern would take Red Herring. She did love that fat orange bastard. And so do you. The thought of giving him up, even to Fern, doesn’t sit right.

Red meows loudly through the door as your key scrapes in the lock. You nudge him away with your foot while you enter the apartment, wary of any escape attempts. You feed him so he stops yelling at you, and boil water so you can feed yourself some instant ramen for dinner, and boot up your laptop to check the ad again.

A few more creepy responses, one of which is just a slightly blurry dick pic. You delete them. One that looks promising.

>Hey! I’m interested in the room if it’s still available! Can we meet soon? I’m a military gal and I’m being deployed again next week and I already gave notice at the last rat-hole I was renting. Seemed like 60 days was plenty of time for apartment hunting 60 days ago, but I haven’t found anything lol. Hopefully we get along! You can give me a call any time in the next few days, and we can set up a meet’n’greet. Thanks a bunch! Jamie MacTavish

Her number is in brackets below that, next to the soap emoji, for whatever reason.

No sense waiting around. You call the number right away.

“Hello?” The voice is a woman’s, a dusky alto, which is a good first sign.

“Hi, Jamie? I’m calling about the apartment. Or, um, from the apartment.” You give her your name as an after thought, feeling silly that you hadn’t led with that.

“Yaldy! I was hopin’ ye’d call. I’ve got a friend I can move in with if it comes down to it, but I really don’t want to. He lives in a worse rat hole than I do. Are ye busy now? I’ll buy ye dinner if you like, just for the short notice and the trouble.”

Anything would be better than ramen for dinner a second night in a row. “Yeah, alright. There’s a decent pub down the street, Keeler’s? It’s close so I can give you an apartment tour if you pass the ‘not a murderer’ vibe check.”

There's a beat of silence. “Does killin’ people in the line of duty count?” she asked. “Because, er, I have. But I’m not like, prone to doin’ that kind of thing in my spare time.”

You think about it a moment. State sanctioned violence does feel different than personal time violence, although you're pretty sure that speaks to some sort of unaddressed bias. Something to think about. “I appreciate the honesty, at least.”

She laughed. “I can meet ye at yer pub in half an hour. That work for ye?”

“Yeah. That works.”

“Great. I’ll text you a picture of me so ye know who tae look for. See you soon.”

You get the text a minute after you hang up. A picture of a gorgeous woman with big smile and bright blue eyes, the sides of her head shaved, the rest of it left long and braided back from her face. She looks normal enough.

You get ready and head out, texting Fern to let her know where you’d gone, just in case Jamie actually was a murderer in her spare time.

Jamie’s already there when you get to the pub, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching the door intently, her leg bouncing. You give her a little wave, and she beams at you. She’s even hotter in real life, wearing tight, ripped up jeans that cling to her muscular thighs, and a tight black tank-top under a cropped leather jacket. She has almost no jewelry, other than the dog tags around her neck and the silver hoops in her ears. She looks, well, normal. Friendly.

You go up and introduce yourself, earning a firm handshake. She’s strong.

“Hi!” she says excitedly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jamie, but my friends call me Soap. I’d tell ye why, but it’s classified.”

“Is it really?”

“No. But it’s fun to say.” She flags down the bartender. “A pint for my friend here, if you don’t mind. You want to grab a booth? Or stay up at the bar?”

You look around, and there’s a few empty booths, but it’s early yet, and they tend to fill up quickly. “Let’s move. If we stay up here the single dads are going to start hitting on us.”

"We are a couple of dolls, aren't we?" She flashed another big smile at the bartender as he set a second pint out. "We're movin' to a table, if ye don't mind."

"No problem, love," he says, obviously besotted already. "I'll send Jenny around to take your order."

"Thanks, pal. Appreciate it."

You pick up the pint and follow her over to a booth, sliding in on the opposite side.

"So, you said you're military?"

"Ah am. SAS no less. Best of the bloody best. Not many jobs where ye get tae blow things up awl the time." She sheds her jacket, revealing impressively muscled arms. "I could just live on base, if things don't work out here, just so ye ken. No pressure on ye. But I hate stayin' on base when I don't have to. It's the communal showers. Most of the lads are, well, lads. Gotta shower in the middle of the night, and I keep bumpin' into my LT when I do. And he said I could move in with him too. I’m in a rush but I willnae be homeless, so ye don’t need to worry about me if you dinnae think we’ll get along."

You wince in sympathy. "That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable showering in front of other people."

"Is naw so bad, if it's someone ye like seein' naked. But most of em are munters anyway. Wouldnae mind so much if more of 'em looked like you." She winked over the edge of her pint glass and took a swig.

You laugh at her little joke. She's fun, and you already feel at ease with her. She tells you about her old rat hole apartment, and a little about living on base, although she's a bit vague on the details of her actual job, beyond blowing things up.

She asks you about your work, and you tell her about the used bookshop you work at down the road. You're basically the only employee, and it's usually not too busy, although it can be annoying when you get a rush in the middle of pricing 'new' books. But it pays the rent, more or less. You talk a bit about Fern, and about Red Herring too.

"I love cats," she said excitedly. "Never been able to keep one, bein' away so much. LT had a dog, and he was awlright, but I'm definitely more of a cat girl. Got bit by a few too many pups in my day."

"Well, Red's a real love bug. Once we're done here you can meet him. I think we're going to get along fine."

"Och, really? Just like that, aye? Thought I'd have to work harder."

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to accept some weirdo or give poor old Red away. You're a much better fit than I expected to find. I think we could be friends."

Her blue eyes track something behind you and narrow slightly. "Well, I'm holdin' ye to that. We're about to be accosted by my lads. Don't let them scare ye." She shoves her plate across the table into the spot next to you and clambers out of the booth. "Oi, what're you munters doin' here? I'm gettin' interviewed for an apartment. Dinnae need you scarin' my girl."

You look behind you, spotting a giant wearing a skull-print balaclava, and a more regular-sized (though no less muscular) black man with a brilliant smile. "We wanted to make sure she wasn't an axe murderer," he says pleasantly.

"Or a chainsaw murderer," the giant adds.

Soap cuts him off before he can take the seat beside you. "Over there," she orders, pointing at the opposite bench, where she'd been sitting. "I'm not lettin' you box her in." She grimaces at you apologetically as she drops into the spot beside you. Her thigh presses against yours for a moment, before you shift further down the bench. "They're sweet, in their own way. Think I need lookin' after. The big guy's Ghost, or LT. This handsome pain in the arse is Gaz. Don't let him sweet talk ye intae callin' him Kyle unless you want him tae put yer ankles up by yer ears. Made that mistake before."

"You don't have to bring that up every time you introduce me to a woman," Gaz says, clearly exasperated.

"I do. How else are they gonna know to call you for a good time?" She smacks his hand away from her plate when he reaches for it. "Oi! Order your own chips ye bastard."

"I only want a couple," Gaz protests.

"Ye always say tha' and ye always lie. Ah umnae fallin' for it again."

"You can have a couple of mine," you offer. "I wasn't going to finish them anyway."

"When do we get to see the place?" Ghost asked.

"Ye don't, unless yer carryin' boxes for me. I willna ask her to let three strangers in her home when she's only just met me."

"Well I guess we're helpin' ye move," Ghost said. "Was gonna leave it all to Price."

"Lazy cunts. Ne’er around when there’s work tae be done.”

“I was gonna help,” Gaz protests. “I already told you that.”

“And I did tell you that you could move into my place if you didn’t find somethin’ in time,” Ghost points out. “We’re not all bad.”

“Well, they’re not bad lads tae have watchin’ yer back in a fire-fight,” Soap admits. “But they dinnae know how to be normal about anythin’.”

“Are you supposed to be the normal one?” Ghost asks.

“Aye. And I willnae have you say otherwise in front of my new friend.”

She finishes eating long before you do, with the speed and gusto of a woman who often has to defend her plate against hungry scavengers. Gaz, true to Soap’s complaint, eats the majority of your chips, although he does thank you and give you a big, wide smile, the sort that could sell someone a bridge. He’s definitely a charmer.

Soap asks for the bill while you’re finishing up. You reach for your purse, but she puts a hand on yours and gives you an intense blue stare. “No, kitty. I told ye I was buyin’ ye dinner, I’ll no’ let ye make me a liar, especially when Gaz ate half your plate.”

God she’s strong. You’re not sure that you could shake her off to insist even if you tried. “Alright. I just—”

“Oh I ken. But I wouldna offer if I didna mean it. I’m a woman of her word.” She pays with cash, and offers you a hand up and out of the booth. She points a warning finger at her friends. “And dinnae follow us, ye creepy bastards.”

They laugh, like they hadn’t followed her to the pub in the first place.

“They really do mean well,” Soap says, linking her arm with yours as you step out onto the street. “But they’ve go’ a bad habit of thinkin’ they dinnae need to respect my space just ‘cause we’ve all spent nights crammed into one room sharin’ cots. I think if the captain had his way we’d all live in his house and sleep in a big fuck-off pile like dogs.”

“Sound a bit claustrophobic.”

“Aye. Ye understand why I’m so eager to make this work with ye, kitty-cat. If I move in with LT it’s just a matter of time before Price comes over tae help us fix somethin’ and says ‘Oh, I dinny know why ye both stay in this shitehole. Whyna stay with me a while, till we find ye somethin’ better?’ And then before we know it we’re all sleepin’ in the same bed and usin’ the same toothbrush.”

You giggle, hoping that's just a joke. “That’s gross.”

“I ken! Horrible men, they are. I need some girl time before I go mad.” She squeezes your arm and knocks her head against yours gently. “We’re goin’ tae be best friends in no time, kitty. I wish I wasna goin’ away so soon.”

“You haven’t even seen the apartment yet!”

“Och, tha’s a formality. I was more wurried about us gettin’ along, kitty. The apartment doesna matter all that much, so long as it’s got a workin’ shower and a place for my bed. If I pass Mr. Herring’s sniff test, I’ll give ye cash on the spot, aye? For next month an’ half of this one, since you’d be lettin' me move in before the first.”

And, well, it’s hard to think of a good reason to say no.

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hi !! i’ve been going through ur acc and i love ur writing you are so so talented. i saw that requests were open for jeremiah fisher and he is literally the loml so i was wondering if you could write a hc about what it’s like to date jere?? and just have it be like super fluffy. it can be fem!reader or gn!reader i don’t mind.

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a/n — hi there! thank you so much for the compliment as well as the request <3. i hope you enjoy this as much as i did!

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— he’d be the sweetest guy ever!!

— jeremiah had probably seen you around before he actually met you.

— he would meet you through belly, maybe she invited you to the house for a swim and he comes out and sees you.

— immediately is enamored by you, and tries to flirt with you but fails miserably.

— as soon as you leave, belly is teasing him about his failed attempts.

— “really jere? thought you were smoother than that.” she’d nudge him with her elbow.

— would confide in belly about wanting to know you better and how he likes you.

— when he asked you out, instead of being confident and flirty, he’s stumbling over his words and a blush covers his face.

— “would you- um do you wanna maybe go out with me sometime?”

— he would play it cool when you say yes but when he walks away and thinks that you aren’t looking, he pumps his fist into the air in celebration.

— jere would definitely take you to the beach for your first date, maybe it’s for a bonfire or when the beach is much less crowded he’d set up a picnic for the two of you.

— is so supportive of everything you do. you wanna learn how to surf? he’ll teach you. you finished a new book? tell him all about it, he’ll buy the next book in the series. got some new clothes? go try them on and show him!

— “i don’t care what you wear, i can fight.” !!!!

— he would make you feel so comfortable if you’re wearing something more revealing or out of your comfort zone.

— obsessed with calling you ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’.

— watches the sunset or the sunrise with you and gives you his jacket to keep you warm.

— loves seeing you and conrad get closer and be friends.

— he’s scared to introduce you to his mom (and laurel) but when you’re laughing with the two women within minutes of meeting he feels as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

— “y’know i think they like you better than me.” he pouts.

— will always want to be the designated driver if you’re coming to a party with him and the guys.

— “i want my baby to have a good time tonight.” he’d say when you try and protest, telling him steven already agreed to drive for the night.

— keeps an arm around you at bonfires, so that other guys know you’re together.

— always wants you to be his partner at beer pong, very rarely will he ask someone else.

— serenades you with your favorite song (like he did to belly with ‘summer nights’ from grease on her birthday).

— he’d probably drag conrad or steven into doing it with him too.

— he would get you matching bracelets for your birthday, with charms of each others initials on them.

— definitely keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet.

— adores seeing you in any clothes of his.

— if you’re going to the debutant ball you best bet he’ll be there.

— “thought you swore off these kinda things?” conrad jokes when he sees him all dressed up for it.

— gets a special present for your special night, it would be something you’d been eyeing for a while but hadn’t purchased for yourself.

— loves when you come over to his for movie nights, because he not only gets to see you in one of his hoodies but for who knows how many hours you’d be pressed into his side cuddling in his bed or on the couch downstairs.

— overall the best guy you have ever met and loves you with his whole heart !!

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floral-force · 1 year

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Omg 1st off I LOVE your writing! It’s soo amazing, I strive to write more this year and you’re the reason! But can we get some nervous Din? Basically reader is the FULL PACKAGE (wink wink) you know with their knowledge of combat, weapons, basically just badass. Meanwhile Din is LOVIN it and is just a wreck what it comes down to it! You don’t have to do this but if you do it would be appreciated <3

thank you so much for the compliment--it means so much that I've motivated you to write. please do it!!! bless the world with your words!!!

I tried my best with this!! I'm just such a sucker for soft!din that it kind of spilled out of me. I think din would just admire a skilled and badass partner and want to just soak in their presence. I hope you enjoy this!!

(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)

Misjudgments

din djarin x gn!reader

summary: Din Djarin reluctantly agrees to work with a partner on a hunt, and they turn out to be incredibly skilled in bounty hunting. They make him a nervous wreck, something that never happens to him. But, maybe there's more to Din's mixed emotions than he realizes...

words: 1.9k+

warnings/tags: my blog is 18+ ONLY/NO MINORS, bounty hunter reader, soft!din djarin, mention of orgasms, din is bad at feelings, mentions of canon-typical violence

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Din had been so resistant to the idea of having a partner on a hunt, but Greef refused to take no for an answer. He agreed in the end; he figured he owed the man a favor because Greef had set aside a puck for Din that had a big payout. After he got the credits, he’d been able to afford not only refueling the Crest, but a few thermal detonators, a new vibroblade, and a fresh bar of soap—all luxuries he rarely indulged unless absolutely necessary. So, Din had sighed and nodded, Greef introduced Din to his partner, and then they were off.

He hadn’t expected his unwanted accomplice to be as—if not more—capable than him. They’d boarded the Crest with an overstuffed backpack and a long duffel bag, a wry smile on their face, and an attractive body that made Din gulp and blush. How could he not notice their looks when they carried themselves with the confidence of a skilled and seasoned hunter? Karga had told Din how many years they’d been in the Guild after he asked the question for a third time, and Din had groaned at the answer. The person was still an amateur compared to him.

It certainly didn’t appear that way when Din descended the ladder from the cockpit to the cargo hold and saw them sitting on the floor taking apart their sniper rifle. It was a model Din had seen before in a couple shady, back-alley shops on Coruscant and slung over the backs of one or two other Guild members, but the one his partner was dissembling had a few modifications Din didn’t recognize. Din watched their hands deftly take it apart, moving with a level of precision only acquired by years of practice and experience he knew didn’t match the number Karga had told him. It was hypnotizing to watch them pull and twist the pieces apart and gently place them on the black canvas pad in front of their legs. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he saw the way their brow was furrowed with focus and their lips set in a hard line.

“Are you going to stand there all the way to Jakku?”

Their curt voice snapped Din out of his trance, and he crossed his arms. “No, I—um,” he got flustered when they looked up at him with questioning eyes and cleared his throat. “That rifle. How did—”

“How did I get it?” they finished his question with a tired sigh and a roll of their eyes. Their thumb tapped the piece in their hand, and Din watched it with eager eyes. “I bought it, that’s how,” they snapped, looking back down at the pieces in front of them.

There was a pause, Din’s helmet trained on them as they set the piece back down. Their hands were still for only a few seconds before they reached to the right and grabbed a can of oil with a thin spray nozzle. Irritation painted their face as they picked up a sleek black piece, inspecting it before shaking the can and giving a part of the piece a quick blast of oil.

“It’s a 773—”

“773 Firepuncher,” they snapped, their voice overlapping Din’s. They picked up its scope. “I bought it after my first hunt. I’m not a fan of getting too close to my quarries. This guy—” they gave Din a quick smile— “is my best friend.”

He crossed his arms. “Those aren’t easy to come by.”

“They are when you have a network, but I doubt you talk enough to have one.”

Din tilted his head at the snide remark, almost letting it slide because of the way they bit their lip and smiled to themselves. Their shoulders jumped with a suppressed laugh that should have made Din mad, but it only made his cheeks and ears turn red under the beskar. Clearly, they knew their way around their weapon—but any good hunter should. As they set down the scope and picked up the rag on their left, wiping off their fingers, he shifted and thought of something smart to say.

“So, you don’t like getting your hands dirty?” he probed.

“Oh, I will, I just think it’s…” They looked up at the ceiling and waved their hands around, searching for a word in the air. “Unproductive.” They hummed and picked up a part of the barrel. “Yeah, that’s the word. Unproductive.”

“You can just be honest and say you’ve broken your hand throwing a punch,” he shrugged.

They laughed mirthfully. “I learned how to fight before I started hunting, Mando. Not all of us can hide underneath beskar.”

Din’s skin went hot under his.

They looked up at him with mischievous eyes and an endearing smirk. They looked back down at their occupied hands and shrugged, tracing a finger over the barrel’s ridges and lines.

“I just thought it’d be idiotic to start hunting while still training. Luckily, I started young—way too young, I think,” they added, eyebrows knitting together, something hard settling across their attractive features.

Din cleared his throat and leaned back against the ladder, hoping to relate on some level with them. “I began my training as a child after I was rescued by my covert.”

“I held a blaster for the first time when I was 13,” they stated.

“I think I was 11.”

They shook their head and exhaled with wide eyes. “Damn, Mando,” they chuckled, giving him a smile. “You’ve got me beat there.”

They looked back down at their work and gave the barrel a few more moments of consideration before setting it down and fiddling with the stand. Din kept quiet, observing them in silence once again. He couldn’t decide if his heart was racing from their smart quips pushing his buttons or from shy nerves. He wasn’t inclined to find out, but he did know that he’d changed his mind about them. They weren’t the incompetent, young hunter Din had thought them to be; no, it was quite the opposite. They were hardened from experiences they shouldn’t have had to go through, tough as nails, and wittier than anyone Din had ever met. They made his gloved palms clammy and left him flustered. But he didn’t hate it. Maybe he liked it. Maybe he liked them, or maybe he just envied them. But he had time to decide—their hunt hadn’t even started yet.

“Have you ever used a 773?” they asked, something in their voice wavering. They looked up at him with expectant eyes, hoping for a certain answer. What that answer was, Din couldn’t tell; he just hoped he’d give them the right one.

“Can’t say I have.”

Din waited on edge, hoping he’d answered them correctly. They nodded and their eyes darted to the black canvas, fingers tapping against the piece in front of them. When they looked back up at Din, they gave him a soft smile that he didn’t think they were capable of. Even more surprising was that he liked it.

“Would you, um,” they bit their lip and cleared their throat. “Would you like to learn more about it? Maybe try it out when we land?”

Din was…flattered. All the hunters he knew were incredibly protective of their weapons, only sharing when absolutely necessary and always asking for everything back once the job was done. Yet here they were, offering him a piece of themselves. It threw him for a loop, but then again, this hunter was full of surprises.

When he silently nodded, they gave him an excited smile. Din dragged over a light cargo box—kriff, he needed more rations—and plopped down in front of them, leaning forward and urging them to start talking with a wave of his hands. They eagerly began, their sentences sprinkled with nervous stutters and awkward glances. Din enjoyed it, smiling under his helmet at how their face lit up while describing an impressive shot they’d made with the rifle. For once, Din was glad he’d made a misjudgment. Maybe a partnership with them wouldn’t be that bad. Who knows—maybe he’d want to keep them around for more than this hunt.

Months later, after finishing their sixth consecutive hunt together, he told them how that moment lit a small flame inside his chest. Din held their hand in his as he told them that he’d smiled.

“You actually smile under that thing?” they teased, earning a shake of Din’s head.

“I only smile at you,” he clarified.

They pulled their hand away and raised their arms over their head, stretching their body with a cute grimace. They’d been occupied with their rifle for a good while now; it was an anxious habit of theirs. So, he’d decided to keep them company. It would be a while before they got to Nevarro, and Din enjoyed talking to them anyways.

“That’s—mm—good, Din.”

Their comment was interrupted with a tiny groan from their stretch that tickled Din’s heart. Their eyes met Din’s visor and their hands dropped to the metal floor before picking up a piece of their rifle. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, drinking them in with thirsty eyes.

Din could never get enough of them. He was forever parched now that he’d had a taste of them after their third hunt. They’d been forced to drop their rifle and engage the quarry in a fight, and Din had found them with their knee on top of the Trandoshan quarry. As they put the cuffs on the quarry, they gave Din a coy smile, shrugging their shoulder to try and rub sweat off their cheek. In that moment, Din knew he wanted them, knew that the way they made him blush and stutter wasn’t due to him feeling insecure. No, he was attracted to them, and he needed them.

Later, they both came together on the floor of the Crest, their voices harmonizing in ecstasy, chests heaving in unison. Din was sweating under the helmet, the rest of his body bare and hot under their touch.

He didn’t even have to ask if they’d stay with him a little bit longer. The look in their gorgeous eyes told him all that he needed to know.

So here he sat, watching them grease their rifle yet again. Din would never get tired of watching it. Every time he saw them make a clean shot or save his ass on a hunt with quick thinking and excellent aim, his heart hammered in his chest and made him want them even more. Din’s knees went weak for them, and words failed him.

But he couldn’t tell them all of that just yet. He’d tell them later in bed after they brought in the quarry from their most recent hunt. Din hoped they didn’t hate the room he’d booked at Nevarro’s small inn. Din hoped he wasn’t misjudging their feelings, too. They were the only person in the galaxy who could make Din care enough to feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“Din? You here with me?” they asked, smiling.

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here, I promise.”

“Good, you went all stiff and silent. I was nervous for a second there,” they admitted.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

They beamed at him, making his heart skip a beat. Kriff, he loved the way they made him feel. How could he ever leave someone as incredible as them?

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Hellooo I’ve said this as an anon before but I absolutely love your writing! Unrelated, but I was wondering if you have any Beomgyu fic recommendations? I read everything I could in the long post containing fic recs on your previous 4beomy account and I loved every single one of them, but now I can’t find anything left so I’m just rereading my faves LOL Thank you! (And also, thank you for writing! Again, your fics make me so happy)

You’re sooo sweet, thank you for complimenting me not once but TWICE 😭😭?? In terms of recs, I honestly have no idea if I’ve read anything much lately so I had to quickly cruise through my likes both on here and my old blog 😭

I present to you the list of beomgyu fics I’ve decently enjoyed (hopefully no repeats from my other list):

-> Message in a Bottle by @delacyrose224

very cute stuff, best friends to lovers...everyone knows at this point, but i'll forever express my love for this basic ass trope (i literally have a full list of books for b2l. the best romance books come from this trope!!!). one thing i loved about this fic is the portrayal of beomgyu-- just a genuinely good guy. the way he was discreet about his jealousy instead of making a whole deal about it, like fuck i love a mature, healthy dynamic, its so freaking cute

-> Night In by @tqmies

a dark fic, but its so good. i especially liked the fantasy element/twist on a common trope. everything about this is well written but the ending will give you some heebie jeebies (cant believe i just used that) its some fucked up shit 😭 um but b2l beomgyu!! (shoot me in the head)

-> A Recipe for Love by @tinietaehyun

who doesnt love a good old b2l beomgyu roommate fluff!?!?! it's soooo freaking cute i swear i never giggled so much 😭 this writer in general is very good with words and imagery, it's incredibly vivid.

-> how could you not know? by @angelbythewindow

have you noticed the pattern? yeah, it's another b2l. i LOVED the use of flashbacks here and the cute usage of the childhood "beanpole" nickname like shut up do you want me to die? the emotions here were OVERPOWERING. i felt everything beomgyu felt, felt everything mc felt, it was just sosososososo well written.

-> Why We (Don't) Work by @cafeseoulmate

haha. definitely not another b2l!!! i never included this on my other blog's rec list (bcs i dont think it was out at the time) but it is my most recent reblog on 4beomy so i'm fairly sure you've seen it. but regardless, for anyone else who's looking for beomgyu fics, please please please READ THIS. i wouldn't say it's a plot sort of story, it builds off of a lot of flashbacks and whatnot, but that's what makes it so great. like you get a feel for their relationship, why both characters just wouldn't work out (hence the title) but then the more you read the more you're like...alright... YOU KNOW?? like fuck, i almost teared up by the end it was such a cute love confession. a must read for all the bamtoris.

-> slam dunk, lover boy by @qqtxt

just absolutely cute stuff. check out everything from this blog, just binge, you're guaranteed fluffy cuteness. nothing really happens between the two here, but its still really cute and ykw i wanted some change here, so this is a sprinkle of e2l beomgyu

-> Stood Up by @imaginidol

okay, it's angst, i'll be straight up. but idk it was an enjoyable read, even though a little sad at the end 😭

-> Moonflower by @sleeping-sirens

really sweet short stuff, i love beomgyu i swear

-> somniferous confessions by @gyu-xiao

i don't usually read bulleted fics (this is the only one i've read actually 😭) but this is worth the read. i genuinely squealed a few times, giggled like tons, it was so adorable i loved it.

-> be my date by @blossom-hwa

honestly a little bit of a blur, i read this ages ago, but it's good because blossom hwa wrote it like trust me.

-> i know i love you by @universecorp

tried really hard to not include smut but this is definitely a little more plot driven than it is smut, it's sweet. a little angsty but i love it. smut at the end is definitely skippale, just concluding it as the fact that they made love is cute enough too 😭

-> check yes, juliet by @fairyofthestar

-> Yours Truly by @boba-beom

so so freaking cute. we're back with the b2ls but who cares, we all know it fits him so well!!!

-> old friend by @hueningshaped

a little bit of a spin on the fake dating trope and i love it. exes pretending to be lovers? hello? i'm so happy the ending wasn't hard hitting 😭

Fics I'm looking forward to read:

-> The Case by @tinietaehyun

not beomgyu centered but idk i love everything this person has written so far so i'm going to tackle this series. give it a read, i'm sure this'll give someone a good mindfuck since it is a detective series 😭

-> Ashen by @writingmochi

i think i might read this tonight actually, but yeah definitely check this one out. i can sniff out a great writer when i see one!!!!

-> Newsflash! by @ijhyo

teaser has me hooked, like everything about the secret identity...yeah, will wait on it.

-> This Love by @delacyrose224

ive always thought a beomgyu and taehyun love triangle would be a recipe for a perfect fic like… it just makes so much sense because theyre so different in personalities and that clash is just a perfect storm for a love triangle. so i will be reading 🙏 plus, it’s decently long! does it get any better?

Hopefully I got you covered for a couple of days anon 😭 I'll go back to reblogging recommended fics again once I get my shit together at uni, too many good writers out here 💔

#also howd you go through that fic rec list #90% of the links are broken 😭?!?!

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prompts-by-anjali · 1 year

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Hey! So I'm actually a writer and if you write nsfw prompts, could I ask for some of them? Not really anything in particular but like just the quotes? It's okay if you cannot :) but if you do think of writing it please number the prompts!! It would be of great help!! Thank youu ! <33

Also, I really love your prompts! Keep the blogs up! <3

Hi fellow writerrrr!!!! Omg thank you for asking, you're officially the first request! Woohoo! 💙 I'm currently keeping the blog more on the YA (young adult) side rather than the A (adult/new adult) side. So to answer your question: I won't be doing NSFW prompts or anything super explicit.

BUT I'm not about to leave you empty-handed! Feel free to take these ✨slightly✨ spicy and romance-y prompts and turn them up to the nth degree for your own writing <3 I kind of went off and did more than just dialog, but hopefully they're amusing at least! And thank you so much for the compliment, I'm glad you're enjoying the prompts! 💙💙💙

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-- prompt 1: hug with our mouths --

"Oh, no. That just happened. I can't believe that just happened."

"Did we just make out?"

"No, it was a hug with our mouths, idiot."

"Sarcasm. Noted."

"Gah, why did I do that? I feel so dirty!"

"… do you want to do it again?"

"No, of course I don't! What do you take me for? I don't -- I -- I -- shit. Shit!"

"Aw, you want to mouth-hug me. You're adorable like this. All hot and bothered."

"Fine. Get over here, stupid! Before anyone else comes back to check on us!"

"Sweet."

-- prompt 2: don't stop touching me --

A kissed B suddenly, without restraint. B's mouth moved against A's stiffly before jerking away. For a horrifying moment A thought they'd ruined everything. That they'd read everything wrong.

"I'm sorry. I didn't ask," A whispered, but B's eyes were unwaveringly locked on them.

"Do me a favor," B rasped.

"S-sure?"

"Don't stop touching me."

"Oh." A saw where their fingers had naturally intertwined, and B now was pushing their face into A's neck, devouring the skin-to-skin contact like they'd been starved of touch for years. "Oh, B. That's -- that's the easiest thing, honey. Just… do me the same favor?"

The words were like a switch. B jerked up met A's lips fervently.

"It's the same with me," B murmured between deep, core-melting kisses. A's mouth felt like it was on fire as B licked into it. B gave up on words after that, simply loving on A like there was nothing else in the world.

-- prompt 3: do you think i'm scared of you --

"So like, do you think I'm scared of you? Because even though Hero is, and even though I don't want to hurt your ego, it's just not true, dude," Sidekick said, tracing Villain's mouth with their fingers, watching in fascination as the corners slowly lifted.

"I would hope not," Villain drawled, tugging Sidekick in closer by the waist until their chests touched. "I do not make love to those who are petrified of me."

"You're so hot when you talk all fancy."

-- prompt 4: something really sultry --

"Hey, can you whisper something really sultry to me, in my ear, like in the romance novels?"

"Um what."

"Go on, pretend I'm like, just minding my own business but then you're a gorgeous stranger who sees me and wants me."

"Ew."

"C'mon! Please? Make it sensual."

"Fine. Uh, let me try. Ahem. Healthy communication. Respecting each other's independence. Loyalty. No pineapple on pizza."

"Whoa. Smash. Totally smash. In the backroom, right now."

"Pffft, what?"

"Oh, we weren't playing that game, were we."

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