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runa-falls · 9 months

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I saw that you think Miguel is a thigh man 😩 can I request him x reader who's thighs clap when they run or so some type of activities. I got that problem sadly 😵‍💫😮‍💨

yes, of course!! i love talking ab our thigh fucker ;^)

cw: body insecurities, thigh chafing (yeouch), fluffy reassurances, small bit of smut (OK IM SORRY 😳 i didn't see that coming [yes i did.]), just oral and uh, a bit of marking, not proof read!!

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you've never enjoyed prolonged physical activity: running, swimming, biking, etc, because you hated the way your thighs would slide against each other; uncomfortably chafing your skin and making noticeable sounds.

so when miguel proposed a hike for your weekly date, you were hesitant to agree. unfortunately, he's very good at persuading you...

that's how you found yourself on a narrow trial shrouded with trees, taking slow, cautious steps as you attempt to keep your thighs from touching as much as usual.

of course, it only helped so much. your inner thighs were still chafing and getting sore, but you try to conceal your pain as much as possible, too embarrassed to mention anything to miguel.

though your boyfriend is the most loving and accepting man you've ever met, you still haven't told him of your insecurity. you're afraid that once you mention something to him, he'll notice your thighs even more.

miguel is pacing himself, making sure to slow down with you so he doesn't leave you behind (he does this hike all the time). he adjusts his baseball cap, making sure his wild curls are smooshed down as he watches you walk toward him.

you look beautiful today. you always look beautiful. but there's something about see you in this condition that make him twitch in his shorts.

he loves the way your chest heaves as you take deep breaths, your tits pressing desperately against the thin fabric. how droplets of sweat roll over the contours of your cleavage, outlining what he wants to see the most. and how your leggings look like they were painted on, completely revealing the overwhelming softness of your thighs and how they press so sweetly together.

he can barely take his eyes off of you.

but he can't help but notice how odd you're acting too.

he's perplexed as to why you're taking such big steps and moving like you'd rather be anywhere but there, with him. why your face is tense, yet completely blank at the same time.

there's clearly something wrong, but you've been silent this whole hike.

"baby, you doing alright?" you seem to be lost in your thoughts as you stare down at your dirt-scuffed sneakers, you don't even notice he's stopped in front of you. he calls out to you again, "babe?"

"hm?" you look up, pausing your unnatural movements to give your legs a rest, "oh, yeah...i'm fine" you attempt a smile, but even you can tell it looks fake and performative. his eyes bloom with concern as he notices how your legs are shaking under you.

"what's going on, sweetheart? are you hurt?"

"no...it's just," you look away, still apprehensive to mention anything.

he pushes, hand reaching for yours, "just what?"

"i-my thighs are chafing..." you say softly, looking back at him. he's frowning. "b-but i can keep going!" you start walking again, willing yourself to continue even though it hurts.

"baby, wait," he stops you, "don't hurt yourself. i didn't realize you were having trouble this whole time."

you shrug, "it's ok, i'm used to it."

"sweetheart, come here." he has his back turned towards you, coaxing you over to him. "get on."

"get on?"

"i'll carry you back to the car."

"no! you don't have to--"

"i want to." he interrupts, "then when we get home, we'll take a nice bath and get you all patched up."

"what about the rest of the trail?"

"we can just get our work out in at home..."

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you sigh as warm water washes over the inflamed skin of your inner thighs. it stings sharply, but the pain feels oddly satisfying, especially as miguel thoroughly lathers shampoo in your hair.

"feel better?"

you hum, eyes closing as his fingers attentively massage your scalp.

"why didn't you tell me that you were hurting earlier?"

"i dunno, it just wasn't that big of a deal, mig."

"it was. you were barely able to sit without your hands between your thighs."

you snort, "i thought you liked it when i do that."

you yelp when you feel him tug sharply at your hair. "you know what i meant." he growled, clearly unhappy you're trying to avoid the subject.

"it's embarrassing."

"what's embarrassing?" his hands start to cup water onto your head, washing the suds from your hair until you're squeaky clean.

"my thighs." his movements stop suddenly.

"what about them?"

"they're...too big."

"too big?" he genuinely sounds baffled, almost scoffing in disbelief.

"yeah, they're always touching and they make this...clapping sound when i do certain physical movements..."

"so?"

"so?" you turn your head to look at him, questioning eyes meeting his scarlet stare. his red irises are mere slivers with how blown out his pupils are, heavy with lust.

"yeah, so what?"

"so...i don't like them." you voice is small as you look at him shyly, cheeks blooming with heat under the stringiness of your wet hair.

"well i love them."

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miguel presses gentle and sweet kisses over your tender skin, relieving all the pain from your chafed inner thighs with just a touch of his lips. your legs are hooked over his shoulders as he makes his way up your body.

the prominent shape of his fangs press against his top lip as his sharp maroon stare fixes right at the apex of your thighs. you can tell he's holding himself back by the way his fingers grip bruises into the tops of your legs.

"baby, you have no idea," he takes a deep breath, eyes closed as his nose nuzzles at your inner thigh, "how fucking perfect you are."

"mig, please!"

he smiles cloyingly, letting you watch his fangs retract before he dips his head closer to your center. he wouldn't want to hurt you...

he locks eyes with you when he experimentally slips his tongue through your soaking lips, only giving you enough attention to keep you buzzing. he's delicately laving against you, feeling you tense and pant under him as he slowly builds up your pleasure.

a haze of lust instantly clouds over his darkened eyes and you watch as he gets lost in the taste of you. he pushes in deeper, tongue fucking you, slurping and sucking, while spilling muffled groans over your pulsing cunt as your thighs begin to tighten around him.

he flicks over your aching clit, drinking in your whimpers, moans, and cries as he teases you, pulling back every so often until you bury your hand into his curls and force him down onto you.

you're nearly suffocating him with your thighs when he start suckling you into his mouth, muscles trembling against him as you grow closer to the edge, and he loves it.

his silky lips and slick tongue push you straight off the edge. you hold on to him as your body writhes with white hot pleasure, hand in his hair and thighs around his head. you can barely hear the muffled groans he makes from how lost in ecstasy you are.

but he groans, and grunts, and then freezes.

"did i just..." he unwraps your legs from around him and sits up, tugging his briefs down in disbelief. your bleary eyes open, eyes glazed and unfocused from the intensity of your orgasm. "shit."

you look down and are graced with a beautiful mess that drips from his cock and the black fabric of his boxers.

you can't help the amused smile that spreads over your lips, "you need some help cleaning that up?"

#anon #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #fluff #miguel o’hara smut

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bedoballoons · 4 months

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Taking a break from Christmas event cause it's wearing me out a little, gonna work on requests so I can hopefully get them open soon!!

I have been so excited for this one, like it's just such a creative idea and I'm so so sorry you had to wait so long for me to write it @delicatefestivalcreator , I hope you still enjoy anyway! >///<

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Courage and cowardice~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, mentions of the reader being a little bit scared at first, but growth and bravery in the end~

(Includes: Lyney, Neuvillette, Freminet, and Wriothesley!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

"L-lyney, are you sure they aren't following us? What if they are secretly a assassin? They were sent out to kill as many fatui as they can because one fatui agent killed the assassins brother! They could hunt you down and Lynette and Frem-"

"Oh love, they are just out to get some coffee, look." Lyney chuckled at you, pulling you close so you could follow his line of sight...upon closer inspection, the person really did just seem like they wanted a nice cup of coffee.

"Oh..my bad..."

"Sweetheart, the worlds not always out to get you, I promise and even if someone tried...I'm here to keep you safe and I can protect myself too. I appreciate your concern, but you don't have to be so scared. I will never let anything bad happen to you." You turned to face him, letting his words sink in as he kissed your lips softly. Somehow, knowing that he'd always keep you safe...it made all those worries seem nonexistent...even made you feel a little braver.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

"What if I get trialed...it's a false accusation, but they have fabricated the evidence and convinced the oratrice of my guilt. I get the death sentence...or if I don't, they find a way to kill me while in the fortress!" You shuddered at the thought, scooching closer to Neuvillette as the two of you sat in the opera house. You'd asked to see it...even planned to talk with him about how trials go, but being inside the place made you more aware of how terrifying it would be to be in the guilty persons place.

"Please, do not fear such things. I would find the means to prove your innocence, even if it meant resigning from my place as chief of justice." He kissed the top of your head, silently wondering what it would be like if he did resign..if all that time that normally went into trails was spent with you instead...perhaps there wouldn't be so many rainy days.

"I could never ask you do to that!"

"...I don't believe I ever said you'd have to. Just know that I would never loose you so easily."

"...never?"

"Never."

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

"Has he killed someone? W-what about her?? Wrio, are you sure I should be here? What if someone sees us together and tries to kill me to get to you?! Or what if they use you to get information out of me, like tell us his the code to his safe or he gets it!" Your bit your nails, your eyes frantically scanning every prisoner that walked by you, why had you come to the fortress again??

"Actually, hes here because he beat up a man who'd bullied multiple Melusines and she's here because she stole a bag for her sibling cause she couldn't afford to buy it for them. Sometimes, people do bad things for the right reasons, that doesn't make them good, but it doesn't necessarily make the bad either." He waved at them both as you followed close behind, seems your mind had gotten the better of you yet again...but knowing they weren't murderers didn't make the fortress less scary.

"There are killers here though...how can I not be afraid?"

He paused midstep, making you bump into his back...had your words stumped him?

"I'm a killer, but you seem perfectly content being around me." Those words were on your mind all day...he was a killer, but you seemed perfectly content around him. Others were easily afraid of him and yet you never were, so maybe the fears you had were never really that scary at all.

𑁍༄Freminet:

"Freminet! I-im scared! What if something's under my feet!" You struggled to keep yourself afloat on the oceans surface, suddenly regretting joining him for a swim...he always made the water sound like home, but the idea of something lurking beneath the waves or getting stuck somewhere and never being found..."F-freminet!!"

"Hey calm down, it's okay." He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you afloat while his cheeks turned a rosey hue, "Do you trust me?" You bit your bottom lip, staring into his eyes as you contemplated that question...of course you trusted him, but the rest of the world was up from debate..

"Yes...I, I trust you."

He kissed your forehead and softly pulled you under the surface of the water, for a second you thought you were going to panick...but you forgot all about your worries. Fish of every colour and plants you'd never seen...bubbles floating softly to the surface and sparkling shells catching your eye. It was more beautiful than words could describe...and for once, not a single thing scared you.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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hello! i recently found your account and i love every bits of stories you write! can i request something like atsumu, sakusa, and suna having an underground garage with over 12 cars or more? and their s/o jokingly claims that they love them only because of their money and cars? lol idk, you can decide about the other details. i would just love to read something like this. i hope you understand my messy and clumsy imagination :' )

i hope you have a good day/night! merry christmas also! 🥰❤️‍🔥

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I LITERALLY SAW THIS AND DIIIIEEED ANON CUS I RLY LIKE THIS IDEA, and THANK U MWAAAH IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING <333 HUGS & SUGAR COOKIES 4 U. i’m sorry about how fawking late this is & i rly hope u do like this- it took me a whole while to rly grasp what i wanted to do with this glorious prompt, i wrote a lot these past few days BUT WHATEVER HERE U ARE MY WONDERFUL BUBBLE ANON ( cute af choice btw)

LET ME RIDE ?

[k. sakusa , r. suna , a. miya ]

- suggestive at some parts , boys with cars, praising and touchiness ( kiyoomi ) , alcohol and FLIRTINGGG ( atsumu’s ), friends to lovers & lots of tension ( rintarou ) , also kiyoomi is called a sugar daddyLMAO but he isn’t i swear -

KIYOOMI SAKUSA ::

your boyfriend is meticulous in every aspect of his life. his looks, his health, his belongings- everything. from the way he keeps his clothing folded to how he cares for his multiple expensive , beautiful race cars. as a pro athlete it’s expected of him to have such things , but you’d never expect to see how he handles them with such care - almost as if they were people. he gets them serviced and checked every other month, and polishes the luxurious leather of the seats frequently. when you two were dating, he often picked you up from work in different cars each time - claiming to want to make you look like you were some kind of vip. although, whenever you requested to drive one of them, he’d give you a look. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just knew that you couldn’t drive for shit and there’s no way he letting you do trial and error on his multi million dollar mobile.

that’s how you got here ; standing beside him as he folds away some of his summer clothes and practically begging him to let you drive one of his babies. “i’ll even let you tell me how to drive, kiyo, you can be my instructor,” you whine softly. he muttered a ‘nope’ popping the ‘p’ to emphasise his adamancy on the topic. you tugged his shirt sleeve, nearly forcing his dark eyes onto you- before he even knew it, he was convinced. the thick lashes surrounding the swimming, sparkly pool of your irises bored up at him only interrupted momentarily by you blinking.kiyoomi’s eyebrows crunched , mimicking the way his heart squeezed in his chest, despite knowing you just wanted to use his car. he let out a loud, dramatic sigh before running a hand over his face. “fine, you can use one. i will be there, i will tell you what to do and i definitely will stop you if you screw up,okay?” your boyfriend bossed. you smiled up at him, “nono! you can just teach me yourself, i’ll pretend i don’t even have my license,” and when you saw the bored look on his face you added to your statement,” to y’know, ease your mind.”

kiyoomi poked his cheek with his tongue , only to stop a smile from forming on his face. “go get dressed into like,” he paused for a second, his tone questioning when he continued, “..driving clothes..?” and you laughed at that. happily you got dressed and headed to the lowest level of your two story house- the underground.as the sleek metal doors opened, multiple shiny, elegant cars came into view but kiyoomi made a beeline for one in particular. she was black, a two seater that had neon green highlights on her gorgeous sides. “ porshe 2022 911 gt3,” he muttered, slender fingers lightly brushing over the glossy hood. you gawk for a second, “ i have no idea what that is, but holy shit,” you mutter. he huffs a laugh before unlocking the machine.

you hop into the drivers seat, and kiyoomi stares you down. you nearly choke under his gaze , “ don’t tell me you changed your mind,” you challenge him. he laughs- heartily almost- until a smirk overcomes his pretty face. “ you said i could teach you, didn’t you? get up. you’re gonna be on my lap.” his tone is smooth, weight panging in your tummy as you process what he said. your hands hesitantly slide off the steering wheel, allowing him to get in. he adjusts his weight with his hips, hands resting on his upper thighs until he pats them. “ come,” he says, “ sit , we don’t have all day.”

you oblige, your own thighs caged by his as his hands find home on yours. he’s guiding them to the wheel, you observe. “ i’ll worry about clutch, acceleration and breaks. you just steer and change gears for me , okay?” you notice his tone is soft, gentle because of how close he is to your ear. his breath hovers right over the shell of your ear. you nod, and he turns the key in the ignition. little lights and buttons exert an array of colour- almost tempting you to press them. he revs the engine - a low, prolonged echo ringing throughout the underground garage and vibrating your intertwined forms. you close your eyes and soon you come to understand just why your boyfriend loves his cars.

“you know,” you mutter, head dropping onto his shoulder, “‘might steal this thing and flee the fuckin’ country. it feels so-,”,” freeing, huh?” he practically steals the words from your mouth. you nod, smiling breathlessly, “ exactly,” before continuing ,” maybe you being away so much isn’t that bad , considering how my friends think you’re my sugar daddy,” and your boyfriend scoffs. a thick, black brow raised,” atsumu was right, you really do want me for my money.” kiyoomi chuckles, earning another giggle from you. dreamily , you sigh, “ absolutely, you’re my lovely little sugar daddy,” kiyoomi’s body shakes with laughter and his dimples cave in- you swear you get butterflies every time they do.the warm up light on the car goes off and from that point , the drive was smooth sailing.

you didn’t go far , seeing as your house was quite far from anything else , you had a lot of room. you drove mainly around your area. you two had come to a park, very secluded and probably privately owned, and you parallel parked. kiyoomi’s lowered his head , muttering a ,” you’re really good at this, dunno why i was so worried. even i struggle to parallel park sometimes,” he admits shyly. you smile, but you don’t miss the way he gazes at you as your eyes train on the park just outside the window. as soon as your head turns, you’re met with kiyoomi. his lips on yours. your lover’s hand is on the back of your head- guiding you like he was as you drove- and his latter hand on your waist. for a moment he broke away, nose smushing against yours. “did so good for me today,” he muttered against you. you had no time to reply or even be surprised at his remark, as he dove in for another kiss. this one was hungrier, more passionate and less shy than before. of course, you followed the pace happily.

his lips left yours with a deep exhale , “ move to the passenger seat,” he instructed, “‘ wanna get us home real fast, gonna continue this in a more comfortable setting, yeah?” and as you moved, tumbling over the gear stick and quickly plopping yourself onto said seat, “gonna take my time with you, yn.” you heard from kiyoomi as he revved the car once more. you were definitely in for a ride.

SUNA RINTAROU ::

suna rintarou is your best friend. you’ve known eachother since child hood and have gone through absolute hell together. puberty, your first crushes, the trauma’s of young adulthood, dealing with the miya twins. you started liking him in middle school, only ever telling aran about it and swearing him to secrecy. you couldn’t tell if suna liked you, you knew that if he did feel the same he’d never tell you, because that’s how he was. any person he’s ever entertained had the same complaint , that he didn’t know how to express his feelings properly and they couldn’t take how badly he blows at communicating.

you don’t understand, and you could never ; because he knows how to communicate with you. you two have an inexplainable bond- and he doesn’t feel the suffocating, degrading feeling in his chest when he talks to you about how he feels. he trusts you with everything. he always has, he has no trouble telling you.

he trusts you with everything, except his cars. all 11 of them.

which is why you slapped his arm when he showed you his underground garage , claiming to ‘ wanna show you something really, really cool ’ he wasn’t lying. his black t shirt seemed to look godly under the stage lights of his garage, as he strolled next to you- taking in his collection and carefully watching your pupils blow in awe. “ you’re such a dick, rin,” you laugh, “ i can’t believe you kept this from me, knowing damn well i’d give my left tit to drive one of these” he snorts, head throwing back and eyes scrunching at your choice of words. he comes to a halt infront of a shimmery, matt- finished car. you eyes drag over the hood, the cat- like head lights and your eyes scrunch up in delight at the ‘ mommy’s boy’ sticker barely in sight. “ it’s a-“,” mclaren, 765lt right ?”

his moss green eyes betray the stoic look on his face. they widen, sparkling in amusement. “ i always forget that you have no friends and read all day,” he feigns a sugary sweet tone. you shove him by the hip, toddling over to the passenger seat. “stop being an ass and take me for a drive.” you sigh. rin tries to ignore how right it feels to have you in his passenger seat , the way his mind quickly flicks images of you two going out at odd hours for icecream, his hand in a wedding ring- your wedding ring- on the gear stick. “ rintarou, come back to earth!” you bark laughter, now infront of him. his eyes screw shut and widen, he hadn’t even realised that he zoned out. he’s looking down at you, eyebrows raised as he attempts to ease out of his daze.

“stop being so bossy, you little tree stump,” he mumbles, making his way to the driver’s side door. it slides open smoothly, and he practically jumps inside. as you do the same, a smell- his smell- envelopes you. old spice and a tinge of something sweet. you both reach for the radio at the same time, and as his hand makes contact with yours he nearly jumps away as if your hands were a burning hot coal. he clears his throat, starting the car and ignoring the furious flutter i the pit of his stomach. you connect your phone, skipping through your playlist. you finally choose a song, and rintarou swears he could fall over and giggle like a little girl at your choice.

“love you like a brother, treat you like a friend,

respect you like a lover, oh,oh,oh”

your best friend’s eyes flit over to yours, only for him to spot you lip syncing the words of the song. as he pulls out the drive way he imagines you- calling him your lover, holding him, kissing him, being his. he smiles softly when you turn to him, lip syncing the words with conviction. “ if you be the cash, i’ll be the rubber band,” you mumble along with the song, hands coming out to poke him to punctuate your words. he mirrors you, eyebrows lifting as he sings.”painter baby you could be the muse, im the reporter baby-,” you two look at eachother in unison, your hands finding his cheeks,” you could be the news,” and for a moment, he doesn’t realise that you’re holding him so sweetly.

when the chorus comes, you two sit in silence as he pulls over to a mcdonald’s drive through. it’s quiet,lights of the glowing sign washing you with hues of colour and making you look of another world. you turn to him, boredly saying, “ you’re not so bad if we get to do this ,” and he rolls his eyes. he clicks his tongue , “ you’re literally like inlove with me, shut up,” he jests. your eyes don’t move for a moment, neither does your body, until you mutter a ‘true’ and turn away like it’s nothing.

rintarou waits for you to make a joke- but you don’t.

his face is pink, your tone was so genuinely that he could believe what you said. that he could think you’re being serious. he sips his sprite, “ good.” he replies to you. whether you were kidding or not, it’s a safe response. you sit there in silence for hours, and for once, rintarou isn’t properly communicating with you ; because he values you too much. too much to lose you, too much to love you, because he doesn’t know how. he’ll take you for drives as much as you want- forever even- if it means he gets to keep you.

ATSUMU MIYA ::

you and your lover stumbled into his mansion, a heap of giggles and whiskey flavoured kisses. atsumu’s grip on your hips is hard, loving , equal parts stable as he ushers you down to his garage. the blond smiles at you, lovesick, “thank you for coming back with me, sweet cheeks,” he mumbles. you giggle, eyes shiny and doe like- not a single thought behind them- “ thank you for inviting me, tsumu,” you mewl in response. he grows tired of stumbling and picks you up, earning a girly giggle, and practically running down the stairs with you. “ tsumu!” you laugh heartily, tears in your eyes as he nearly falls but somehow manages to keep you off the ground. he gets up sloppily, converse squeaking against marble floors right before he enters the garage. the man puts you down, planting a disgustingly wet kiss on your cheek and rubbing it with his large, calloused thumb.

he spreads his beefy arms, “ welcome to my pride and joy,” he stumbles a bit, “ apart from you, and my dog, my babies of course” he smiles. your lips part in awe looking at them all, and he smirks with pride. you feel playful - “ glad i gave you a chance, babes, this is really impressive. might just marry you for all this,” you say. he raises his eyebrows, a smile on his face and the apples of his cheeks rising, closing the gap between you he gets so close that you smell your favorite champaigne on his breath. “well baby, if it’s the money you want i’ll give it you. cant say ‘no’ to the prettiest baby in the world, can i?” his eyes are glazed under the influence, but his tone sounds so kind. so tender with you. you knew that atsumu would put the ocean in the sky for you, but something about him saying made you fall for him again. your blond lover melts at the blush on your cheeks, and backs away again.

when he drags you to a car you pull him to a halt. “ tsum,” you say, “ we can’t drive- we had alcohol,” you say. atsumu laughs , grabbing your neck gently and placing yet another sloppy kiss on your cheek, “ i wanna make out with you in my car, honeybunch, not drive,” he slurs. he gets in the back seat,hauling you onto his thick thighs and kneading at your hips. “ so gorgeous, so handsome , so perfect for me,” he says in-between kisses placed lovingly on your puffy lips. “ my good baby, my baby.” he’s babbling, mindlessly saying whatever his heart desires, “ mine, mine, mine,” he continues, like a mantra , sacred and ancient- like the only thing that he knows.

he kisses your lips hungrily and squeezes your sides, as if to keep you and this moment in his grasp forever. the leather under you is hot with passion and affection, the most innocent lust he’s ever felt because you are worth everything. whether it’s all his money or his entire soul- he’d give it all to you.

brain went wOmp for sakusa’ s i’m not sureeee how i feel. also not proofread cus my phone is dying but i rly rly like atsumu’s like woah. tbh i’m JUST NOT SURE ABOJT KIYOOOOOOMIS AAAAAAA but this was fun af !!! kiss kiss fall inlove

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x0x0josephinex0x0 · 5 months

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For the request game!

Fall With Me - The Wild Reeds

SVT

Enemies to lovers

Ahhhhhh omg ok. Since no member was specified im gonna just choose one :) Warnings: a bad kiss is discussed, also they do make out, lawyer!jeonghan and he's a menace as per usual

The annual best friends’ trip would be going much better if it weren’t for the presence of a certain attorney.

The first time you’d met Yoon Jeonghan had been during a dizzying cross-examination of your expert information in a high-profile criminal case. As a forensic speech-pattern analyst, you had taken your job as an expert witness to testify against an almost-certainly guilty extortionist very seriously, but Jeonghan had managed to twist every one of your facts to the advantage of the man, creating just enough reasonable doubt to get the man off with a slap on the wrist.

You had sworn to hate the handsome, smooth-talking defense attorney for as long as you lived -- so imagine your shock when your friend had brought him along with the group as her plus-one because her boyfriend couldn’t make it. As her cousin, and the closest male relative she had, he was more than happy to tag along, he’d said.

And now you watch him across the room, schmoozing over your friends, unable to break it to them that he was the evil attorney that you’d complained about for weeks after the trial.

What was even worse about it was that he kept catching your eye from where he sat playing cards with your childhood friends, framed in the big windows like an angel wreathed in light, his fine features sly and knowing, more and more aggravating with every glance. You knew he remembered you by the way his eyes lit with recognition as they’d taken in all the faces in the spacious cabin. You groan internally -- this man must be your own personal demon, sent to torture you for some long-forgotten sin. And he just has to look good while doing it, doesn’t he?

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” your friend Seokmin says, suddenly.

“Oh!” you exclaim, turning back toward him with a sheepish look, but he’s grinning at you.

“You aren’t the only one staring at him,” he says. “Look at Juliette.”

Sure enough, your old college roommate is eyeing Jeonghan in interest. You know that look -- she’s going to do something she’ll probably regret later if she doesn’t get distracted soon. A part of you wonders why it always seems to be down to you to prevent disaster as you excuse yourself from Seokmin with a hurried excuse, making your way over to Juliette with a request for some snowshoeing in the newly-fallen snow outside.

But of course, the odds are not in your favor today. Jeonghan stands up, tossing in his cards after what you clock as his third poker win today. “I’d better quit while I’m ahead,” he says, and then looks up at you. “Did you say something about snowshoeing?”

Well, you can’t exactly lie to his face while all your friends are looking at you expectantly, so you give him a curt nod. “Can I come?” he asks, and there is an amused undertone to his voice that brings your already-hot temper to a boiling point.

Juliette answers first. “Of course!” she chirps, and you have no choice but to trudge into the mud room with them, your jaw set in a hard line and your eyes flashing. You suit up wordlessly while the other two make flirty conversation, somehow growing even more peeved as you listen to them.

Finally, you’re walking out into the calm, quiet forest, the snowshoes keeping your boots from sinking into the deep layer of snow frosted over the ground. You find yourself trailing behind Jeonghan and Juliette, listening to them chatter happily together, for the entirety of the hike, only finding a brief moment of relief from the anger when you pause at an overlook. Here, white-dusted fir trees spill by the thousands down a steep incline that leads to a small valley, and the sun slowly sinking seems to light everything in a pinkish glow. It’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile.

Except for when you turn and catch a glimpse of Jeonghan staring at you.

His expression is mirroring your own: complete awe, a dumbfounded smile, eyes wide as though afraid he won’t be able to take it all in. Except he’s not looking at the view — he’s looking at you.

Juliette notices and makes a lame excuse for why she needs to head back to the cabin, ignoring your protests and leaving you alone with Jeonghan. “You remember me, don’t you?” he asks instantly when she’s out of earshot.

“Of course I do,” you say, bristling. “Liar.”

He chuckles, and you hate how cute he is when he’s laughing at you. “It’s actually ‘lawyer’, but that’s an easy mistake,” he says, unbothered by your venom.

“Look,” you say, trying to keep a moderate tone, “in case it wasn’t already clear, I really don’t like you.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently. “Because I’m good at my job?”

“Because you helped a guilty person escape justice!” you say loudly. A raven in a nearby tree takes off in fear.

His face seems to harden a little. “Tell me what you know about the defendant.”

This request takes you aback. “I don’t know anything about him,” you tell Jeonghan. “Other than his speech patterns and what they indicate.”

He looks at your face — seeming to debate with himself for a moment. Then he speaks. “He is the only caretaker for both his elderly mother, who is blind, and a young daughter still undergoing treatments for an aggressive cancer. The company he worked for was scamming its employees out of money, so he pulled a clever scam back and was able to make enough off of it to pay for his daughter to be treated at a top hospital and for his mother to have a seeing-eye dog. If he went to jail, where would they be?”

The information you’re receiving weighs on you heavily as you listen to him, and you feel your face burn with a guilty flush. “I had no idea.”

He nods shortly. “Not everything is as black-and-white as you think.”

He begins to walk away, back toward the cabin, and you have no choice but to follow him. As you enter the mud room again, stripping off your snow clothed and hanging them to dry, Jeonghan gives a soft chuckle. “Were you really that mad?”

“Yeah,” you admit, allowing him a small smile although your ego is still a bit bruised. “You made me sound like an idiot in court. I’m quite good at my job, you know.” You internally cringe at self. Why do you feel the need to justify yourself to him?

He nods in understanding. “I know you are. And you’re cute, too.”

This boldness shocks you into silence, and he gives a small giggle that almost undoes you. “I wanted to talk to you after trial, but the look on your face was…”

“Radiant?” you say, recovering quickly with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you were certainly radiating something,” he allows. “I was scared you’d bite me.”

You laugh. Time to play his game, you think. “I still haven’t ruled it out.”

You saunter past him as his jaw drops, taking a seat beside Seokmin and letting out a deep sigh. There’s still a nagging tension in the air though, especially when Jeonghan stations himself across the room from you with his cousin and some other friends, only to meet eyes with you every few minutes with a sparkle of curiosity in his wide eyes.

As night falls, the lights dim. One by one, people start excusing themselves to go to bed, until it’s just a gaggle of you left, you and Jeonghan included. You keep expecting Jeonghan to get up and go to bed -- you noticed on the first night of the trip that he tires easily and usually is in bed earlier than the rest of your friends -- but he never does. Instead, the air gets thicker as Jeonghan moves next to you on the couch, as nonchalant as anything, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Eventually he turns to you as the others become engrossed in their own conversation.

“So, if you knew that today was the last day of your life —“

“Are you serious?” you groan. “I’m disappointed in you.”

He looks indignant and taken aback. “Well, I’m trying to get to know you,” he says defensively.

“Yeah, but you’re asking the manic-pixie-dreamboy questions,” you tell him. “Start with something normal, and then maybe I’ll tell you my hamartia or whatever.”

He bites his bottom lip. “Uh, okay. What made you want to be a speech pathologist?”

“That’s much better,” you commend him. “And I actually have a little brother who grew up with a speech impediment that made him difficult to understand, and I spent my whole childhood translating him for others. So I guess it was something I knew I could do. Plus it was interesting to know how to help similar kids.”

Jeonghan nods. “I guess that makes sense.”

“What made you want to be a lawyer?” you shoot back.

His response is immediate. “I’m a master manipulator, and I wanted to make a lot of money. It seemed like the logical choice.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s the reddest red flag I’ve ever heard,” you say. “I should be running for the hills.”

“So why aren’t you?” he asks with a sly smile.

“Must be colorblind,” you say dryly. “But it’s actually because master manipulators usually aren’t so upfront with their gifts.”

He grins. “Well, I really am good at … influencing people, to a degree. But I guess I became a criminal defense attorney to broaden my view on humanity. There are people I’ve represented in court that I would hate to be alone with, and yet somehow I’ve learned that they all have a level of humanity that would surprise most people. They weren’t all good people, but they were all still people. And I think that’s made me a better person overall.”

You grin to hide how impressed you are. “And the money is good too.”

He nods. “Well, obviously.”

This earns a giggle from you, and Jeonghan turns his body to face yours. For the next three hours, you talk about everything, even as the last of the stragglers disappear with tired farewells into their bedroom. Finally, it’s just you and Yoon Jeonghan, sitting at opposite ends of a broad brown couch, laughing about one of your awkward dating stories.

“And after all that,” you say, wiping a tear of derision and amusement from your eye, “he has the nerve to kiss me!”

Jeonghan’s eyes go wide. “Did he ask first?” he asks.

“Well, yeah,” you say.

“Why did you say yes?!” he groans through laughter.

“I was so taken aback! And also, he was pretty hot,” you admit.

He looks at you skeptically. “If I asked you a question, would you answer honestly?”

“Depends on the question.”

“Give me just this one,” he pleads.

“Okay,” you say, giving in easily at the sight of his puppy eyes.

“Was he hotter than me?” he asks.

Your jaw drops. “Yoon Jeonghan.”

“You said you’d answer the question honestly,” he reminds you.

You begrudgingly consider him. “You’re hotter,” you finally answer, glad he probably can’t see you blush in this low light.

He nods, satisfied. “Okay, go on. What happened next?”

You laugh at the nonchalant way he’s handled this news. “Oh, he was a terrible kisser. All of those looks just for him to have no sensitivity at all. Jammed his tongue down my throat and everything.”

“You should’ve told him no,” he says quietly, moving almost imperceptibly closer.

“I really should’ve. Anyway, that was actually the most recent kiss I’ve had, so my experiences with kissing are all being viewed through that lens, and it’s kind of ruined for me now.” You make a face as you remember the date, and the associated kiss. By the time your shudder brings you back down to earth, Jeonghan has moved just one inch closer on the couch. You pretend not to notice.

He pins you with his gaze, though. “Are you being coy on purpose?” he asks through narrowed eyes, making another small move in your direction.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, suddenly nervous.

“We’re alone, and you openly admitted I’m hotter than the last guy you kissed --”

“After you coerced me into telling you,” you interject, amused.

“And now you’re talking about how bad he was at kissing,” Jeonghan finishes, undeterred. “Tell me what kind of conclusion I’m supposed to draw from that.” And with that, he closes the gap between you, moving so close that your thighs are touching.

You look into his eyes. This was a plot twist you didn’t see coming -- you hadn’t been able to figure out why he’d stuck around when everyone started going to bed, but his reasons for doing so were becoming more and more clear, and although you woke up this morning as his sworn enemy, you have a feeling that everything has changed.

So you stare, wanting to fall, but also wanting to stay in this moment, right here, contemplating the risk. Maybe you’ve got it wrong -- it’s certainly possible. But maybe, just maybe, you’ve run out of options for things to say, leaving just the one thought you had when he’d moved closer and asked you to tell him what to think.

“Well, you’re the lawyer,” you finally answer, barely above a soft whisper. “Figure it out.”

You catch a hint of a smile before Jeonghan’s hands are reaching up to cradle your face, bringing your lips gently, but ever so insistently, to his own.

His lips are soft and light on your own, a massive upgrade from the clumsy kisses of whoever had come before. You can’t remember that man, nor anyone else, for that matter. You barely register the feeling of the coarse couch cushions beneath you, sinking under your combined weight as Jeonghan pulls you onto his lap to continue the kiss. The light brush of his tongue over your bottom lip has you reaching for him hungrily, pulling him closer to you so you can feel his heart beating against your own.

It takes a particularly loud squeak from the couch for the both of you to realize how loud you were being. You both freeze and look at the stairs, terrified that one of your friends has caught you, before you both realize and explode into quiet giggles, pressing your foreheads together.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” you ask him breathlessly.

“I could never fall asleep with you in the same room as me,” he replies with a wicked grin.

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toska-writes · 11 months

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padawan reader cuddling while watching holo video with waxer and boil?? wdyt? i love them sm ughh and maybe a little implied codywan would be make it more cute ig

Ahhhh omg I love this idea! Good job!

“Inconspicuous ”

Summary: You snuck away quietly into the night to try and do a fun activity with Waxer and Boil, well maybe it wasn’t as sneaky as you thought.

Pairing: Waxer and Boil x GN padawan Reader. (WE <3 PLATONIC FICS)

Warning: none! So much flufffff.

Word count: 900 exactly

Notes: it would have came out a lot sooner but The legends of Zelda: Breath of the Wild has consumed me

Read here on ao3! (✩)

Cody watched as you looked back once over your shoulder than again over the other. How you haven’t been shot yet was beyond him.

Once you thought no one was looking you continued to walk quietly down the darkened hall.

Sighing to himself Cody pushed off from the wall he was leaning from and excused himself from the shiny he was talking too.

If he could stop just one of his men from getting into trouble he would be doing his job well, and you were notorious for making trouble.

He gave you a head start of course. Quickly he brought his comms up to his mouth before he lightly spoke.

“Did you know your padawans out of the temple?”

A muffled laugh came from over the other end. “Well no dear, “Obi-wan paused for a second.

”but I do have to admit after dealing with Anakin I assumed the quiet was because of their absence.”

Cody shook his head slightly as he watched you turn another corner.

“At least I like them more than Anakin.”

•✩•

You couldn’t contain your smile as you turned another corner. The darkness of the night was in your favor masking your presence.

The hallways through the barracks seemed second nature now as you continued to twist and turn without batting an eye.

Securely under your arm was a holo-pad that you prayed to the maker above you wouldn’t drop.

The holo-pad in question buzzed as you continued to walk the deserted corridors.

Clearly Waxer couldn’t wait any longer.

Finally making a final turn you knocked at the door for a second before shuffling was heard from somewhere within.

“Nobody’s home.” Boil called through the cracks of the door.

“I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to watch this with then, I’m sure Cody or maybe Obi-wan would lov-“ the door flew open in a second and before you could blink a large arm ushered you inside.

“We’ve already got a full house commander.” The room was already dark enough. Pillow and blanket of all different sizes scattered the the floor.

Some hushed conversations were held throughout the room as you saw Woolley, Waxer, Crys, and a few others laid out around the floor.

“And we thought that if we hooked the holo-pad to a projector maybe we could get it on the wall.” Boil filled you in while he took the holo-pad and you made your way over to Waxer with his arms outstretched.

You snuggled in close to Waxer as you added. “That would be perfect if we could get it to work.”

It was trial and error for Boil as he stood trying to get the holo video up and running. Many curses and other things along that line later, and the projector worked.

A small group of cheers sounded from everyone around the room. Waxer sighed over dramatically and practically flopped on top of you.

“Maker commander Im so tired, maybe I’ll get rest my eyes here.” He leaned more of his weight onto you as you let out a laugh.

“No no no Boilllll!” You shouted for the other man next to you.

Boil tried to grab onto the blacks of his brother. “Come on ya big lug the videos starting.”

“Yea shhhh.” You added as Waxer found a spot to the other side of you.

In respond Waxer ruffled your hair a bit and stuck his tongue out at you. Finally everyone seemed to settle into the night and watch in peace.

Almost everyone.

A knock at the door sounded an quickly nervous glances shot through the room.

“It’s open.” Boil called from next to you.

With anticipation high the door seemed to move in slow motion and a moment later stepped in the marshal commander with his arms crossed.

“You need something Kotes?” Waxer asked not necessarily wanting to get up yet.

“The general was just looking for Y/N.” Cody’s gaze sweeper through the dark room as the holo video was paused. “Seen em?”

“Mmmmmmm no?” Waxer said more as a question rather than a statement as he tried to cover you with a blanketz

“Funny. Now if you don’t mind.”

Before he could finish another voice came from the hall. “Oh hey is that a holo video?” Obi-wan made his presence known in the room.

“Oh hey there Master.” You said, sleep laced your voice slightly. “Do you and Cody want to join for a little bit.”

Cody looked expectantly at Obi-wan before he answered. “I hope you didn’t forget about your training tomorrow morning.”

“I didn’t, I won’t be late for it I promise.”

“It’s not going to make a difference if both of you are late.” Cody spoke quieter to Obi-wan.

“Excellent point dear, I guess we’ll have to stay then just so no one gets in trouble.” Obi-wan smiled and grabbed Cody wrist before he could add anything else.

You let out a small laugh as Waxer and Boil did the same around you.

The video continued as the two men found a comfortable spot on the floor together.

Boil laid a head onto your shoulder and Waxer snuggled closer under your arm. Warmth sprang up all around you as you practically melted into you seat.

You felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier, the small snores of Boil filled your ears as you let your eyes shut fully

You could get use to falling asleep like this anytime.

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mondaymelon · 6 months

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I don’t want to risk it. No, I can’t. He… I need to know more about it. About him. He said he helped me.

“No, I can’t. I can’t leave you here.” You shook your head frantically, feeling your breath quicken as their eyes, red, red, eyes, all turned to stare at you, tracking your every movement with a gaze too sharp to be human. Xiao’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he slowly opened his mouth to speak. Even Wanderer had paused his ridicule, instead choosing to transfix his eyes on you with a manic smile that was growing on his lips. All of a sudden, the tentative expression on Venti’s bursted into a close-eyed grin.

“Hahaha! Oh, we’ve found ourselves an interesting human this time!” Venti laughed and let you down with a fluid motion of his arms, almost like he was putting on a show for the rest of them to see. “To think you’d value his life over your own, I can’t tell if your being suicidal or just plain stupid!” His voice sounded so delighted it was hard to tell if there was any truth in it.

“This…” Wanderer’s eyes were round, and his purple eyes that glinted with red quivered. His voice almost held a tone of reverence, slightly shaking as he whisper-spoke, his expression one that looked like it could fall apart at any moment. “Just who are you?”

“I’m… I’m sorry?” You flinched and shied from his gaze, only for Venti to pull you closer with his hands around your waist. It was only an instant, but in that moment, Wanderer’s face contorted into one of pure rage. There was a gust of wind, and suddenly, the man before you was held into the air, a hand gripped around his throat, the fingers digging into his pale skin.

Venti coughed out a laugh. “Ah, ho…honestly, we should’ve gone back to the manor when we had the chance-” Xiao propelled himself forward, gaze scattered as he impaled his spear into the ground where Wanderer had been standing seconds before. The twin-braided man fell to the ground, clutching his throat with a wounded smile. “So aggressive, and for what?”

“Wanderer.” Heizou’s chiding voice came in once more as he stepped forward, adjusting the gloves on his hands. “You know what we came here to do. We have a task to complete, let’s not forget about that.” He sighed, giving a loose shrug of his shoulders. “Although, I suppose if a fight is impossible to be avoided…” Before his mouth could even close, he launched himself and drove his fist through Xiao’s stomach, setting the leaves in the area dancing upwards in a whirling gust. When the debris cleared, you saw that Xiao had managed to parry the sudden attack, his crossed arms guarding against the blow to his underside.

“Sneaky bastard.” Xiao spat out the insult, his aureate eyes glimmering with anger. How come the smirk on the redhead's face seemed so familiar?

A quiet voice moved the clearing. “Heizou.” It was but one call of his name, yet the man had already bowed his head in silence. Striking blonde, golden hair fluttered in the breeze as a man stepped forward, twisting horns protruding from his head and spiraling towards the stars above. His gilded eyes glittered.

“Yes, your eminence?” Heizou spoke in a revered tone, his entire body quivering. It was unnerving, seeing them all bow to the mysterious man who had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, like he had fabricated himself into this space with his pure willpower.

Wanderer had paused his seething, and now had his head bowed with the slightest ounce of reluctance. “I thought you were staying at the castle. There was no need to-”

“Silence.” His voice held the power of someone who had seen the collapse of a thousand universes. “What bad habits have you been picking up, to speak back to me like this?

“...My apologies.”

“I will be expecting a statement from you when we return. As for the intruders that have found themselves on our land… just what do you think you’re doing?” He turned his narrowed gaze to the three of you, where Xiao had found his place standing protectively before you. Mud was splattered across his refined clothing, yet it was a better sight than a mess of crimson that could’ve been.

“Traveler.” He spoke cautiously, his head lowered a fraction. “We came to retrieve a matter, and we were just planning to leave. There’s no need for us to overextend our visit.”

“You are correct.” The one deemed "Traveler" nodded his head, and relief was visible on the vampire’s face. “I have more words to say, but there is little time to say them. Then, there is no need to stay here any further. Wanderer, Heizou.” He raised a gloved hand, gracefully grabbing hold of the empty air before him and then flicking his wrist downwards, tearing a rip through reality, a swirling expanse of glittering stars shining from outside the world’s walls. “Come.”

And so they did, but not without apparent reluctance. Wanderer hissed quietly, loud enough for your ears to pick up, “Hah, pigs who gorge themselves on blood may fail to notice what in front of them has long been swept away.” He gave one final glare as he stepped into the rift.

As their figures disappeared past the misty visage, Venti let out a joyous laugh, still massaging his throat with a rather pained grin. “Well, at least that’s done and over!”

“Venti, shut the fuck up. Don’t talk for the next two minutes, please. There are things to explain before the matters spiral out of control, and I cannot with you.”

The said male stuck out his tongue with a huff, before settling into a quieter air as he followed in suit with Xiao’s swift-paced walk. He pressed ahead as Xiao fell back, to your side, with eyes that had softened from concern. “You. I promised you answers. That… thing I did to you earlier. It was more or less a test, of sorts. You see…” He let out a sigh, like it was a tiring topic to discuss. Considering the seriousness of the situation, it likely was. “Among us vampires, there are tiers. We’re not all on the same level of status, and our rank is dependent on the purity of our blood. The blood we first received, as our origin calling. There are other methods in transforming one into a vampire aside from being birthed as one… but no matter, those tactics are rather inhumane and are mostly outlawed. What I did to you hasn’t turned you into one of us. Please rest assured.” Xiao shook his head slowly, like he was disgusted with the thought. “I wouldn’t plague anyone else with this terrible lifespan, like… that idiot over there did.” When your eyes widened, and your mouth opened to speak, he replied before you could even question it. “Venti is a pure-blooded vampire, one of the purest, and he made me, along with others, how I am now.”

You stared ahead where the dirty boy was skipping from foot to foot, openly humming a cheery tune as he flung his arms about. It was hard to believe that anyone like him was someone who had taken the blood, and presumably lives, of many. “What does this have to…”

“Pure-bloods have special abilities, in accordance with their dispositions. As for Venti, he can take on the faces of those he has killed.”

A chill ran through your blood. “Then…” All of a sudden, the beaming grin and cheerful, half-closed eyes of Venti seemed like the face of a dancing corpse with strings tied at its joints.

Xiao sensed your discomfort, and corrected himself. “It was not a matter of massacre. It could not have been helped. That aside, that is irrelevant information. Those turned into vampires by pure-bloods receive blood too intensely concentrated for the bodies to handle, and if they survive the transformation, they will often come with side effects.” With this, he tore off his ragged sleeve to expose his shoulder downwards, his skin characterized with deep green symbols of wings, scales, feathers, spiraling outwards and wrapping around his arms in a sort of beautiful manner. “This is my curse. A karma I have to bear. It makes my mind cloud with bloodlust and… well, makes it harder for me to control myself. Vampires who lose their control are nothing more than animals, pursuing anything that breathes and sinking their fangs into it. They are often taken down by bounty hunters who ensure that they never escape our grounds.”

“Your-Your arm- will you end up like that too? Is… Is there a way to prevent it?” Your voice shook, and the majestic inking suddenly seemed distorted, vile. We’ve only just escaped by clinging to the scruffs of our mortality, and yet he still has this to worry about?

“No, there is a way. Vampires… Well, our history is deeply intertwined with the fate of you humans. From the beginning, inferior-blooded vampires are “born” with a desire to feed. An internal craving that can only be satisfied with the blood of their soulmate. Mine… I’ve yet to find mine. I- I had hopes that it might’ve been you, since you appeared at the moment when my attacks were beginning to grow more and more frequent, and more and more intense… but I suppose those thoughts were baseless. It was purely my fault. As for the “protection” I told you about, that was the truth. Those not tainted by fangs are unable to withstand the pressure of this realm for long. Before long, your mind will collapse far sooner than your body will.”

The intake of information was a struggle. Not a digestion, but a suffocating sense of choking, trying to swallow this disastrous pill before it strangled all your air away instead. “I…see.” Your throat was dry yet once more, and your own voice felt unfamiliar where it resided on your tongue. “Then, where do I come into all of this? I mean… Why are you helping me?”

Xiao paused briefly, but not awkwardly, like this question was one he expected. Around you, the scenery had shifted, and the sky was gradually blending into lighter shades of gray. “Vampires are social creatures, like you humans. For kinds like me, whose ropes are reaching their ends… they hold a special sort of banquet, for the damned to either have one last chance at life, or at least die with their own kind. I have been invited. I cannot refuse.” His words were heavy, like lead. “Doing so would result in my execution.” Abruptly, his gaze was on you. “There is no one else to accompany me. For you who appeared in my hour of need, please, I request your assistance.”

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(would it be okay with you guys. if i extended this series. i know its meant to be only for halloween but i have... like... more chapters in mind. at least like three or so more. would you guys still be interested in reading it ?? i cant add another poll. so uhm. please comment. thanks :"") )

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strwberri-milk · 2 years

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Baizhu, Zhongli, Xiao, Dainsleif, and kaeya (separately) x reader who has the same element or powers as them? Like for xiao another adeptus and for zhongli another immortal geo user , Dainsleif could have a reader who is also immortal and used similar powers to his? Fluff plz

Also how are you ?

a/n - I'm doing alright!! I started a job so that does monopolise my free time now since it takes up the slots I'm not using for classes but it's going well! I hope you enjoy the read - im still learning how i wanna write these charas so its probably gonna be ooc :D - also, i totally made a reference to my "series" Eternity is a Little Warmer With You bc i just had to aejiofwajw also crying shitting screaming this has been living in here for FAR too long i dont even know when it will be posted im SOBBING the same way i was when my coworker tried to put [REDACTED] in my face to fuck w me (i think shes great no worries shes so funny oawejfwaiod)

I don't think he expected to see another Dendro user in the area, much less one with an unfamiliar face. He makes it his business to know everybody in the harbour in case they require his services.

But, when you show up one day with a minor illness and the Dendro vision hanging from your clothes it piques his interest, which led to his continued visits to you under the pretense of taking care of you.

When things begin to develop further between the two of you I think he'd love to experiment more with your visions!

I see him using his vision in conjunction with his research and when he sees how different the way you use your powers he decides to experiment a little himself and see how effectively he can mimic it.

Overall, he would be fascinated with your abilities and would love to mess around with it a little! Even more so since you're doing it with him.

He had a lot of reservations when he first met you.

You were a terrifying anomaly to him, stirring emotions deep in his chest that he could never understand. However, with time you taught him he was allowed to embrace such thoughts and feelings,

It was terrifying to imagine a single day without your smile, but he knew that he would never wish this curse of immortality on you. He could never hurt you like that, force you to bear a burden that he was cracking under.

But when he told you about his curse the tears that slipped from your eyes matched with a happy smile made him take pause. He had no idea why you were reacting that way and only held your hand silently, brushing away tears with his other hand.

His hand stopped as you told him you were the same, your grasp tightening around his fingers as the realisation sunk in.

He was so afraid to hope for some sort of dimly lit future that could have you in it, intimately aware of the trials and tribulations you had to go through.

Now, with your hands joined together he can only think that eternity will be a little warmer at your side.

Xiao was aware that not all of the Adeptus perished in the war. He's only heard of a few of the others, less famous than him but still just as deserving of the title in his opinion. After all, you both worked hard to serve your Archon and were continuing to do your best.

When the two of you first met it was simple. A nod of your heads and you were both on your ways.

Once your patrol routes began to intersect it only took time and a few conversations under the light of the moon for him to find himself endeared to you.

It was easy with your smile and lack of pretense around him, and fortunately it seemed that the humans really were capable of protecting themselves.

Both being Adepti made it easier for him to understand why you said or did certain things what with your shared background. If anything, it helped make your bond stronger because the moments of silence were filled with an innate understanding he didn't feel like he had to explain.

At its core, your relationship is full of trust and unexplained pauses that fit comfortably between the space of your bodies. He feels fully at peace with you and knows that he can trust you with his heart and life.

He's still worried his karmic debt may stain you but the soft words of reassurance you whisper into his ear calm the thundering rush of his heart.

When Morax decided to live as Zhongli he knew that there would be things he would have to grow accustomed to as a human but also lots of things to learn.

When he first met you he didn't think he'd learn about love.

But it came so naturally to you, what with your natural curiosity and penchant for charming in the most innocuous of manners. To him, it seems human to explore the feelings you give him and so he does.

It won't stop the nagging voice in his head reminding him not to get too attached lest you slip from his fingertips far earlier than you should.

When you confess to him that you're immortal as well he does a bit of a double-take. Sure, he doesn't personally hand out visions but he thought he would have at least been familiar with a fellow immortal Geo user.

Regardless, he discloses to you a bit of his own truth with a kind smile, hugging you tightly to his body when he sees your body slump forward with relief.

Maybe one day he'll be able to disclose the other half of his secret but for now he was more than content to know that you two were going to be spending a lot more time than initially thought.

Cryo users aren't exactly rare so that wasn't what caught Kaeya's eye.

Instead, it was the fact that you pushed him out of the way when a hillichurl came barrelling towards him so fast he barely registered it.

The cold blast of ice against his skin made him think somehow he triggered his own powers without thinking until he heard the clinking of your vision against your clothes.

From there on he decided that he'd have to return the favour, deciding the best way to do that would be training with your visions.

Paradoxically, the chill of both your cryo visions does nothing to abate the warming of your bodies as you find some sort of rhythm while sparring together.

In fact, it only serves to make you both warmer when he pins you down underneath him. His cold hands hold your wrists in place over your head with a cocky, albeit out-of-breath smirk as he tries to think up what he wants to ask of you for his prize.

#kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin #baizhu x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #dainslief #dainsleif x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #xiao #zhongli

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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Past Mistakes Part Fifteen: Proud - Mike Duarte x Reader

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Past Mistakes Series:

Part One: Try - Mike turns back up in your life after three years apart.

Part Two: Hope (NSFW) - Mike and you get reaquainted.

Part Three: California - Mike and you discuss the past.

Part Four: Favours - Mike asks Liv for a favour.

Part Five: Choices - Mike comes face to face with someone from his past.

Part Six: Truth Hurts - Mike begs you to tell him the truth about what happened three years ago.

Part Seven: Sharing - Mike and Joe have a conversation.

Part Eight: Buried - Mike discovers that McGrath’s misdeeds go far futher than he thought.

Part Nine: Complicated - Mike discusses moving forward.

Part 10: Feral - Mike returns to the apartment to find you’ve disappeared.

Part Eleven: Torture - You wake up in the basement.

Part Twelve: Fire - You and Joe discuss moving forward.

Part Thirteen: Lost Time - You and Mike get real on his porch.

Part Fourteen: Plan B - Mike always has a plan B.

It takes a long time for you to get through your statement, every word feels like it’s being wrenched out of you. There are parts where you cry because the memory of it, the shame, the humiliation it all comes rushing back. Benson is kind, while Khaldun is concise. You see the empathy in their eyes as you tell them your story, they believe you and that’s more important than anything.

When it’s done there’s a sense of relief you don’t expect. You know you’ll have to tell it a thousand times over during trial prep, and then in the courtroom itself but for now, it’s enough. Murphy takes one look at you and tells you he’ll call you over the next couple of days to discuss next steps.

You’re too wrung out, too exhausted to argue the point.

The events of the day are catching up with you. Your head is a busy, messy place to be.

Mike doesn’t leave your side as he escorts you through the precinct. His fingers entwin with yours, anchoring you in the present as he stares down anyone that dares cross your path. You’ve forgotten how fierce he is, how dedicated. You let him take the lead because you have nothing else left in you to give.

It’s dark when you step outside, it had been twilight when you’d arrived at the precinct but now it’s nighttime. There’s a chill in the air and Mike pauses on the steps before he turns towards you, his careful fingers gripping the zipper of your jacket before he draws it up to your chin. His hands settle on your shoulders as he looks into your eyes.

“I’m so proud of you.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “I know it wasn’t easy.”

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“It’s just the first step, right?” You say as the two of you walk towards the car.

“It’s enough for now.” He tells you, pressing the button to deactivate the alarm before he opens the passenger door and waits for you to climb inside. He climbs inside the vehicle turning on the engine. He flicks the heating onto full blast, before turning on the radio. The quiet sound of Smooth Classics fills the car as he tilts his head to look at you.

He can already see you drifting away, your eyelids flicking closed as your cheek presses against the headrest. Something blossoms in his chest, for the first time since this thing started, he allows himself to feel something akin to solace because right now you’re safe and that’s the way he intends to keep it.

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paalove · 5 months

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just reread nothing to lose and i am once again thinking about "pran doesn’t listen to his parents about much, right?" pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... pran doesn't listen to his parents about much... AHHHHH!!!

also thinking about how the week I finished bad buddy I was like PRAN ELLA ENCHANTED AU and just rotating this in my mind along with that concept. idk if you have read ella enchanted but as a possible prompt— a bad buddy, pran cursed with obedience! au

HEY. YOU SENT THIS MONTHS AGO AND I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT WEEKLY SINCE. 🥰

first: thank you ily, im glad you like that tiny little au it's one of my favourite pocket-universes <3

second: main fic coming in... hopefully the next couple of weeks? meanwhile here is a scattered little multi-pov intro to the fic i HAVE been calling "ella enpranted" xoxo

...

“Listen to me, Pran,” his mother says.

He does, because she’s his mother, and he does because he has to.

Concern etched into the lines of her face, deep deep worry and upset in her eyes, she orders him, “Stay away from that boy as much as you can,” and Pran will, because he has to.

As much as he can.

…

It’s hard to track him down this week – sometimes Pran gets skittish – but Pat finds him on Wednesday! It’s just been art, and Pat is taking the not-allowed-but-whatever shortcut that goes behind and around the weird little separate building that’s been used for art since they switched where all the languages rooms are, and there-

“Pran!” he calls, running over.

As he does, Pran’s head jerks up and he looks over and his eyes go wide, face startled, but he doesn’t look mad so Pat knows he’s only stashing his books away because he likes an escape route, he’s not mad at Pat.

So, Pat grabs the folder furthest from Pran and picks it up, flipping through and seeing a bunch of physics notes in Pran’s neat handwriting and smooth, black ink, because Pran never seems to have a pen go dry in the middle of writing anything, it’s all so even and careful.

Pran reaches out for it, then his hand freezes like an inch away from it and he says, “Pat, give that back.”

“No,” Pat says, but he’s smiling at Pran and Pran smiles back.

Shaking his head and turning – saying with his shoulders I’m not waiting for you and saying with the half smile but you can follow me if you want, I guess, it’s whatever – Pran says, “I need the folder back at some point.”

“I’ll give it back later,” Pat agrees.

Pran runs off when he doesn’t have something hostage, but he’s never mad about Pat taking his stuff. It’s just a game they play.

…

“Has someone told you to do something you don’t want to?”

She’s genuinely concerned, he knows that.

But she hasn’t ordered him to be honest, so he’s got enough leeway to not say you, Mae, it’s always you, because that would hurt her feelings and it wouldn’t change anything anyway, and Pran instead says, “The teacher assigned us both to be in the band,” and lets her remember all that trial and error, years ago, when they had to figure out how the orders worked.

Pran’s parents know that his too-powerful, too-flighty aunt’s gift was for them, so their orders normally take precedence over anyone else’s; they also know that their later orders take precedence over earlier ones, unless they specifically build something in, like telling him to disregard later ones that contradict the one they’re making right now. This pause is, he’s sure, letting his mother remember telling him to always consider teachers’ orders to outweigh all but a select few of her own.

Of course, most of what Pran’s figured out, he hasn’t told them.

Or even written down.

It’s safer to keep what he knows to himself.

His mother closes her eyes, nods, and says, “I suppose it couldn’t be avoided at that school.”

Pran wishes he had any way of stopping what comes next.

…

Dissaya’s son is honest, kind, and good.

Those are things she knows about him, things that she needs to protect and nourish and help to grow, and things that can’t be poisoned in him the way they were in her. She doesn’t like making him sad, dragging him away from his friends, but Pran is so vulnerable.

Moreso because of the gift.

It made her heart freeze in her chest the first time she saw him on the playground, some smaller child cheering him on, Higher! Higher, and the face of frozen fear on Pran’s face not even slightly getting in the way of how high he was swinging-

She still shudders to think of it.

Her sister-in-law was unrepentant when she called. Of course a gift of obedience doesn’t stop at the walls of their household, she’d laughed, but it’s always going to be stronger for family, isn’t that nice?

It’s not in her nature to yell, really, especially not at her husband’s beloved little sister, but she made an exception that day.

And then she had started to plan.

The idea that her careful planning and careful instructions to Pran haven’t been enough, haven’t kept him safe…

She’s never a coward except when it comes to Pran.

Dissaya sends him away.

…

It’s not written down, not anywhere, but Pran has a list of things he knows to be true about his gift.

His parents’ gift.

If his parents tell him, directly, to do something, he can’t help but do it. There’s no resisting directly, from the second he hears the order he begins to carry it out.

Physically impossible orders are an absolute exception – they arrive at Pran’s ears like normal, non-magical words, just the way a normal sentence works for anyone else on earth. He won’t try to fly if someone tells him to.

If anyone outside his family tells him directly to do something possible, it depends on what his parents have said first, but normally… he has to do it.

Pat telling him to race counts.

Pat whining at him to stop ignoring him also counts.

Pran has some leeway in deciding what counts.

In fact, Pran decides what an order means. He can know his parents meant one thing, but if the actual words they used mean something else… Pran can pick, kind of. Only kind of. He’s been experimenting with those limits for years.

The final part of it, the part that he’s known from the start and can never let himself forget or forgive, is the part that’s least useful and most essential.

8. It’s not a gift.

Because Pran has those old orders – keep yourself safe, don’t hurt others, and always prioritise teachers over other kids – and they make something like a shield, but one that it hurts to hold. The order to ignore other people’s orders no matter what never, never worked.

They must be physically impossible. Or something like that.

#patpran #bad buddy #bad buddy series #robfic

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Hi um I really like the Arashi magical girl au so I hope it's alright if I talk a bit about what's in my head. I wrote down a few scenarios and did a quick storyboard for one (will draw everything out later). er here one of the scenarios I wrote (don't wanna make this post too long)

Scenario based on how Nazuna left Shu and how Mika does the same later

Mika: I still remember that day when Nazuna left…

Dark, dreary bg colors, Nazuna’s back is facing camera.

Mika: Nazuna-nii? Where are you going?

Nazuna pauses. He turns his head a bit. Close-up of his mouth.

Mika (Voice over): His words were a whisper… but I heard him clearly.

Nazuna: Sorry. I hope you'll understand one day...

Back in present. Mika holds a burned photo of him and Arashi. The side with Arashi is burned but bits of her hair and clothes can still be seen. (Shu was the one who burned the photo after seeing Mika look at it. Me thinks he threw it in a fire and after he left, Mika managed to salvage it but the side with Arashi is completely burnt)

Mika: I understand now. And I know what I have to do now.

Um there is a scene where Mika screams at Shu. Mika grabs Shu by the front of his clothes and flings him to the ground. Mika then walks away, now his back is facing camera.

Shu: Don’t you dare take another step or I’ll-

Mika (turns around): Or you’ll what?

Close-up of Mika’s face.

Mika: I won't let you control me anymore.

Mika walks away.

Flashback to another scene in the past when Nazuna was still working for Shu.

They have come to Earth for the first time. They somehow come across a photo booth. Mika is very excited about what it is and Shu is about to scold him, telling him that their mission is more important. Shu then looks at Nazuna, who is quiet but is clearly interested in photo booth too. Shu relents and they take photos. At first they don’t know how it works so the photos turn out goofy. Then after getting the hang of it, Shu makes them pose a certain way. When he sees the photo strip, he does admit that the humans are interesting to have this sort of method to store memories. He cuts and throws the goofy trial photos away but Nazuna secretly takes them out. Perhaps when he betrays Shu, Nazuna’s final way to move on is to burn those photos, although Mika and Shu do not know. (yes photos being burned for dramatic flair)

In present, when Nazuna meets Mika after he leaves Shu, they hang out. They see a photo booth again. Nazuna makes a small remark about the previous photo with Shu. He asks Mika if he wants to take another photo. Mika asks if the Knights could take a pic with them too. In this pic, Mika is far happier.

was thinking of parallels for Nazuna and Mika

Nazuna left quietly (was afraid of confronting Shu so he just wrote a note) Mika left with a bang! screams at Shu and grabs him by front of his clothes and throws him on the ground :D The photo that Nazuna kept of him, Shu, and Mika made him stay longer than he would have. Looking at it made him guilty for wanting to leave. Mika's photo of him and Arashi makes him realize that he has to leave Shu.

ok I will run away now. have a nice day :]

hihi! hello ask from 4 months ago haha /sobs/ im glad you enjoyed the au! sorry for not answer before haha,,

actually i loved this idea sm that i made a drawing about this at the time! i didn't liked the result and burned out lol, tried to make like a fake screenshot but it looked wonky tbh

i edited it a bit today (mabye i went overboard with those two, it looks kinda too dark even for a night and it looks unsettling lol) so it wasnt too gray (and mabye cuz i wanted to use these new cool effect in clip i learned the other day)

and my friend let me say that i loVE when photos have a heavy sentimental value for characters, im a sucker for the burned photo trope

+ Shu, Mika and Nazuna not being from earth makes me laugh for some reason, like, does this count as scifi if arashi is fighting vs technically aliens?/j

but if i think about it it would be like Madoka Magica(?), like, Arashi's cat should be an alien so why not the villians? i makes sense for me at least

also the parallels between Nazuna and Mika?!??!!"?!? im in love!??!?!??! the way they leaved Shu in such different ways?!??! the way their actions get affected by a simple piece of paper that means a lot for them?!?!??! thats my favorite part fr

and yeah go mika go! tell him his truths! he deserves it! *cheer moves*

byee! i loved this sm!! sorry for not answer this before!!!

#ensemble stars #enstars #arashi narukami #rui draw smth #?¿ it counts if its from 4 months ago?#mika kagehira #nazuna nito #shu itsuki #enstars magical knights au #(omg magical girl arashi)

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(TW: Noncon, somnophilia, blood play, SH, knife play, blood as lube)

Wincest Unhinged #2 They had a very simple deal. Sam would get Dean the first blade back, he could sew the fucking thing to his hand if he wanted, and in return, all he had to do was stay.

Dean had eagerly accepted Sams terms 3 months ago, had leaned in to kiss Sam to seal the deal, his teeth grazed, then bit Sam's bottom lip, pulled playfully, and grinned, looked down at Sam's crotch, noting the slight bulge, and extended his hand.

Deal made, Dean had to stay. But for his own safety, Sam kept Dean's door guarded with salt, holy water, and devils traps.

Sam shifted the tray of food in his hand, knocked twice, paused, and knocked three more.

Sam knew he didn't need to do that. Wasn't like Dean was expecting other visitors, but still, Sam couldn't seem to break himself of the habit.

"Dean?" Sam called, turning the knob; "I brought you some f-"

Sam stared at Dean's naked form sprawled out on the bed, his head propped up on pillows so he was facing the doorway, his hand on his cock, pumping lazily.

Their eyes met.

Dean didnt even pause, just held Sam's gaze, and let out a soft, needy, moan.

Sam felt his cheeks flush; "S-sorry" He stammered, setting the tray on the floor just outside the devils trap.

"Sammy…"

Sam stopped. He hadn't heard Dean say his name like that since right before the last trial to close Hell, when Sam, knowing deep in his core that he wasnt going to survive the final trial of curing a demon…

Fuck, he missed this. Missed coming apart under his brothers body, melting with his touch, missed his Dean.

"Come here, baby boy." Dean said, low and soothing. "Know you wanna see, know how much you miss me." Dean shifted a bit. "Wont even touch you, not unless you want me to."

Without realizing it, Sam took a single step outside the trap.

Dean grinned, raising his hand towards Sam.

It felt like a vice had grabbed him, throwing him through the air, and slammed him so hard against the wall he was momentarily dazed.

"Dean…Dean stop." Sam pleaded, trying to break free. Dean looked him up and down, like he was a piece of meat, eyes full of lust, and something Sam couldn't quite put his finger on, but he knew he didnt want to find out…

Dean seized a handful of Sam's hair, holding him still. "Look at your big brother, Sam."

Sam glanced away.

"No?" Dean gave a hurt look, then pressed his naked body against Sam, grinding against him, letting Sam feel how hard he was. "Thats fine."

Dean pushed his thumb roughly into Sam's eyelid, and Sam cried out in pain and fear, and Dean's cock seemed to get twitch, as if he took pleasure hearing Sam in pain, as if it was almost as good as sex.

"You gonna look at me now?" Dean asked, pushing a little harder. "You don't answer me, Im gonna pop your fucking eyeball out of your skull and then feed it to you."

"Yes! Yes, fuck!"

"Good boy." Dean kissed his cheek, then released him.

Sam hit the floor, rolling on his side, his hand flying up to his face. Still there…

"Youre still not watching me." Dean scolded, and Sam looked up.

Dean sat on the edge of the bed, the first blade in his hand. Dean traced his tongue suggestively up the side of the blade, and winked.

Sam swallowed.

"Miss that big cock of yours Sammy." Dean teased, trailing the tip of the blade over his lip and his chest, leaving small cuts that glowed orange. "Miss having you inside me, filling me up…"

"What…what are you doing?" Sam asked, absentmindedly watching blood drip from the cuts. No way that didnt hurt, had to and Dean didnt flinch away, instead he pressed into the pain. "What are you doing?"

"You worried?" Dean smiled. "Youre so sweet, Sammy. Its okay, The Mark keeps me healed up."

Dean pushed the blade deeper, this time making a pained noise, blood flowing more freely. Sam watched as it trailed down along the curves of Deans body, over his stomach and thighs, and fuck, Sam feels a pulse of heat go through his own body.

"Missed you." Dean repeated, green eyes disappearing behind black. "Had to…" Dean smirked, licked his lips, the blade covered with Deans blood, dipping lower…

Vaguely, Sam heard Dean try to moan the word 'improvise', his focus instead on the blade that Dean slowly, painfully pushed inside himself.

Sam felt his stomach turn as he watched Dean fuck himself, blood pooling between his thighs and onto the sheets. Dean moaned his brothers name as he worked the blade in and out, cutting deeper, his cock hard and straining, and fuck Dean looks good like this…

Sam almost wished he could say his body moved because of whatever kind of demonic mojo Dean currently possessed, but they both knew it wasnt true. Sam moved towards the bed on his own accord. Dean had missed Sam, and Sam wasnt going to pretend that he didnt miss Dean.

Sam kissed Dean, all teeth and tongue, fingers curling around the handle of the first blade, and Dean arched into it moaning louder, a mix of pain and pleasure filled noise escaping him. "Want…want your fucking mouth on me."

Funny. Sam wanted that too.

Dean shuddered as Sam licked into the small cuts across Deans body, pushing his tongue in deep, forcing them open, biting down when some didn't flow as freely as he wanted. "Good boy." Dean praised. "Like how I taste dont you? Wanna be inside me?"

Sam gave a quick nod, licking a trail of dried blood down Deans stomach to his cock, Sam swiped his tongue over the head, licking away precum, and then Sam felt an invisible rope around his throat holding him in place. He looked up at Dean, Sam could see his reflection in the black of Deans eyes. Could feel the pride in them, love and warmth, and Sam knew it probably wasnt real, that Dean had been planning this from the beginning, and really, Sam didnt care, as long as it was just the two of them. Sam swallowed down Deans cock with teasing slowness, hands kneading Deans ass, the blade slipping out and falling onto the floor with a soft thud.

"Fuck!" Dean groaned, rolling his hips, grabbing a handful of Sam's hair. "Fucking little cock tease, missed that fucking mouth of yours Sam." Dean yanked hard, pulling Sam down the full length of his shaft making him gag. Sam struggled, needing air, and Dean twisted his hair painfully; "Dont fucking move. Dont you fucking move…" Dean growled, snapping his hips, ignoring Sam hitting his legs, moaning obscenely when Sam resorted to biting trying to break free.

"Gonna make me cum you do that again." Dean warned. "Now, just relax." Sam jerked as Dean pinched his nose, felt his body tighten as he struggled. Sams vision began to blur, and then darkness consumed him.

Sam woke up to Dean still fucking his mouth, his own gags and hurt noises mixed with Deans moans and; "Good little bitch, always knew you didnt have to be awake to be a good fuck."

Sam groaned, dazed, and jumped when Dean slapped him and then finally pushed Sam back, leaving him choking and gasping for air.

"Not done with you yet, Sammy." Dean smirked, grabbing his arm and rolling them so Sam was on the bed. Sam tried to think through his haze. "De, hold…wait…" He sounded weird.

Dean straddled Sam's face, grinding down hard. "Know you want more, need big brother to take care of you dont you Sammy? Thats my job right?" Dean moaned as Sam's tongue pushed into his hole. "Thats it." Dean wrapped his hand around Sams cock, pumping him. "Gonna stretch me open with that mouth, then Im gonna ride that big fat cock of yours, get all of your cum in me, gonna feel so fucking good in all these cuts. Like that idea dont you Sammy?"

Somehow, Sam managed to nod, and this time, Sam used his own power to move Dean forward. Dean gave a surprised look when he saw Sam's face, mouth covered in blood, eyes dark, but not quite the same shade of black as Dean's but they'd get there.

"Get on my fucking dick." Sam ordered, voice laced with power.

Dean grinned, giving a playful bow. "As you wish."

#sam/dean #supernatural #wincest #Wincest: Unhinged #topping from the bottom #top dean #bottom sam #tw: noncon #WincestDailyHC #demon!dean/sam

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Socket Wrench: Chapt. 2

Heres chapter 2 yall ummmmm im actually pretty happy about it buttt I'm still tryna build that tension between Dk and the reader so far so good? Anyway Enjoy!

Chapter 1 found here

Chapter 2: You fight like a substitute teacher

Apparently, you'd been in the garage all hours of the night and even into the morning. Being a fast learner had its perks especially when you seemed to be getting every trial-and-error test right on the first try. Even though DK had left you to fend for yourself a few passersby watching you get used to the tech gave you some pointers which you were thoroughly thankful for.

You were lucky enough to have your phone in somewhat good condition and your headphones managed to stay in your pocket after all that happened (yes sirrrrr). It had to be a miracle because lord knows you wouldn't be able to focus without some kind of music. You'd been working on building your own bike from pieces of different kart models. These mods were crazy, speaking of which, the wheels and the rims and-

“Did you sit here all night?” A seemingly familiar voice asks, echoing in the emptiness of the garage. Everyone else had long gone, but DK did say he would up check on you later. Guess he kept his word, you smile at the thought.

“Maybe, these karts are amazing. I couldn't bring myself to stop working” You huff, brushing the oil off your hands and onto your pants and trying to wipe whatever grime off your face.

A few stray braids are loose from your ponytail and the light sheen of sweat covering you made your skin glisten a bit. The sun was just about to rise and here you were, not having a wink of sleep and covered in….hell just dirt in general.

He’d never say it out loud but god did you look good like that, all rugged and tomboyish. He liked that you knew how to carry your weight here and were more than capable of doing it on your own. All independent like.

“You don't have this where you're from?” DK asks, circling your half-done bike as if to inspect your craftsmanship.

Damn, you really knew your shit. The bike looked great and for you to only have been in the kingdom for about a day and in the garage for even less? To say he was impressed was an understatement.

“Nope, and we certainly don't have strange kingdoms and talking animals.” You chuckle, rolling a differently styled wheel towards the bike to see if you liked the look of it.

You’d definitely have to add those later, they’d make your bike much faster that way.

This had to be the most comfortable silence you'd felt the entire time you'd been here and the start of an actually decent conversation with the so-called prince. He watched you work and you zoned in on the little details like how your paint looked and how comfortable the seat was.

Despite him absolutely radiating frat vibes when you'd met him, the air seemed kinda mellowed out far more than when you’d first met. And even so, the vibes were kind of….flirty?

“Hey, speaking of which, why don’t you give me a tour? Not everyone can say they got a tour from a prince in a kingdom in a completely different universe.” You suggest, gauging his reaction and gosh was it promising.

He smiles a bit, shrugging his shoulders in response.

“How about you get cleaned up and I’ll meet you back here when you’re done.” He offers, nodding at your current state.

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The kingdom is quiet at this hour, stars beginning to fade into the daylight above you as the water below fills the air in a constant ambiance. The air is fresher here, trees and bushes covering damn near everywhere. It's so pretty here, nothing compared to the concrete jungle you'd grown so used to.

“Hey, so I have some questions.” You state, keeping the walking pace with him.

“Shoot” He responds.

There's a pause before you ask and you both stop for a moment. Where he had taken you you have no idea but that wasn't what was really burning into you now. If you were going to be here for a while, you at least wanted to get to know him first. Maybe you'd even get to come back here and visit once you got back to Brooklyn…..but part of you didn't want to go back.

Being here hadn't been hell or anything. You’d gotten to work on something you're passionate about, look at new mechanics you didn't even know existed and maybe even make a new acquaintance….friend even. You couldn’t leave this behind.

“How long do you think I’ll be here? I-I'm not saying it like I'm in a rush to get home but…what if I said I like it here. I mean, I got to work on one of my very first passion projects, if you can call it that, and I'd even count meeting you as a plus” You chuckle, playfully punching his shoulder.

DK laughs back, slightly shaking his head.

“You proved yourself as far as I'm concerned. Your bike looks incredible, and you got it down in no time. Pretty impressive lady.” He jokes, referencing having called you that earlier.

“Now all that's left is to find your friends, and you can go home.” He pauses again, this time taking a moment to really get a look at you, the rising sun illuminating your face and eyes.

He thought you were pretty good-looking before but now, just being alone, and being able to really study your features, his heart stutters a bit.

“Or you could stay here.” That was softer than you’d expected. He paused a bit early too, almost like he didnt want to finish the rest of that sentence.

You swallow hard, on the fence about what you’d previously said. You have a business back home! One you worked your ass off trying to get and now you wanted to throw it away because of some cool go-karts and some stupid magical realm?

“I could, but I shouldn't. I have my own thing going back home that I worked my ass off for. But this, I can't get this anywhere else. Never in a million years. I don't want to spend my whole life feeling like I made a mistake going back and not exploring what's out there.” You explain, a bittersweet scowl creeping over your face.

“I've only ever traveled as a kid with my dad But this, this is something special. To travel through the universe and different worlds? It sounds amazing.” You sigh with a shine in your eyes.

“Alright that's enough, just go for it! Do what you want and forget everything else. Live without regrets, and then you'll feel fulfilled. And have some confidence, you’re too pre- what I'm saying is be happy with your decision no matter what you choose.” He explains, his much larger hand finding your shoulder.

If the eye contact you two had barely held before wasn’t important this definitely was. Your lips part for a moment, wanting to speak but nothing finding its way out. You stay quiet, seeing him do the same. He looked, genuine in all honesty and if silence wasn't broken by his boisterous laughter, you may have heard your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“ WOW, that was wise, good job on me for that.” He chuckles, proceeding down the path ahead, pointing out landmarks here and there. The sun was already up pretty high, and the kingdom beginning to buzz to life.

What was that all about?

First, he suggests you stay, and then that eye contact? And was he about to call you pretty???? You decide to shake it off, besides, it was about time to head back to the palace temple. As you both began to travel back conversation was easy. You joked back and forth, taking light jabs at each other as the two of you tread lightly. He opts to show you some of his favorite spots around the kingdom in the meantime.

There was still more he wanted to show you and not enough time. Before either of you could take the first steps to do so, you were approached by several guards, requesting that DK report to his father, something about a “Ring of Kong” among many other things. What was going on? You didn't even get a chance to look at that place yet???

“Ayo? What’s happening?” You question, a scowl written over your face before he could get a chance to walk away.

“I can explain later, head back to the palace you’ll be fine, someone will come get you`.” He nods, following the various guards back to where he was needed.

…..WHO WAS HE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO?! There was no time to question it though because the once soft buzz of the streets turned into an excited riot as the rest of the villagers head in the same direction. You needed answers, asap.

“Hey! What's going on? Where is everyone going?” You question, trying to get answers from whoever was willing.

“You didn't hear!? There's a duel at the ring!”

Well hell, word travels fast around here, doesn't it? There'd be a slight change of plans. If the ‘ring’ this passerby was the same one DK was just summoned to, you’d be damned to miss it. Who was he dueling anyway? There was too much shit to answer and not enough time. The objective? Get to the mf arena.

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It took a little longer than you expected but when you arrived the arena was filled to the absolute brim with others awaiting to see the duel. You were close enough to see the king and whoever this princess-looking girl was next to him. However, you were far enough that it would take a good minute to get to them if needed. Down below in the middle of the arena were what looked like rows of blocks and cubes with question marks along with vines that hung off some.

Even lower than that were red construction bars and EVEN below that was the clear water of the kingdom. In a weak attempt to find the two competitors, you shuffle between patrons with a small ‘excuse me’ and ‘pardon me’. Your plan was to inch closer to the middle and toward the king. Low and beyond, at the farrrrr left end of the ring was the person you’d been hoping to get back to.

“MARIO!” You yelp, cupping your hands over your mouth to try and project the sound.

He seems to have heard something and looks around in the area to try and find a face to match the voice. You try calling out again, louder this time and it had finally worked.

“MARIO!!!” You yell, waving in excitement but then being more shocked and concerned. WHY THE HELL WAS HE IN THE ARENA?!

This was more of a question for the king, however upon trying to get to him the sudden uproar hinders you. Lord knows they weren’t cheering for Mario but whoever was on the other side of the-

Oh lord have fucking mercy

As of now any manners had flown out the window as you haul ass to get to the king. You’ve made it as fast as possible to the king's throne, giving a small wave to the Princess beside him before tapping his shoulder with a scowl.

“Hey yeah umm quick question….why is my associate in the ring about to get HIS ASS BEAT?!” You whisper yell, pointing below at Mario trying to hype himself up while DK shows off and all the way tf out. Well, at least he wasn’t lying about the people being big fans.

“You know him?!” The Princess gasps, taking your hands into her own.

“Yeah came down the pipe together but got separated? Where’s his brother, did he not make it with him?” You question, seeing her shake her head with a frown.

“I’ll explain everything if we can make it out of this. Please,” she offers you a seat next to her and you wait for the dual to begin.

You were beginning to get really tired of people telling you to wait for an explanation. There was absolutely no way this wouldn’t end a disaster. Knowing Mario he wasn’t going to quit. He’d take any and every punch determined to at least try. And of course, with DK wanting to show off, he wouldn't hold back.

Even though Mario was your associate and you wished the best for him considering this duel could be important…part of you really really wanted DK to win… and maybe it's cause you're biased for some odd, totally not obvious reason.

“Sooooo, what's this whole dual for?” You ask the princess, trying to get info as the two get ready to charge at each other.

“Bowser is coming to destroy my kingdom and we need an army to help stop him. The Jungle Kingdom has the strongest and with their help, we can defeat him. If Mario wins, they will lend us their help.” She explains, her attitude seeming more determined than anything.

Of course, as a princess, she'd be willing to do whatever it takes to protect her kingdom by any means.

“I see. Well, I hope I can be of some help. This place is amazing and- GAH DAMN” You gasp mid-sentence, seeing Mario getting beat tf up.

It was like he didn't even stand a chance with DK giving him about 5 bitch slaps back to back. The cheering erupting from the crowd was enough to boost his ego even further. There was almost no chance for Mario to breathe but of course, knowing him he stood his ground, trying to reach one of the question mark boxes.

“Use the blocks!” The princess calls, seeing Mario trying his damndest to get to one, DK hot on his tail.

“What do the boxes do exactly?” You question, seeing what looked like a little blue mushroom appear from out of the box.

He quickly eats it, waiting for the effects to occur as he charges toward DK. It was as if almost in the blink of an eye Mario was shrunk down and almost impossible to see. He was really about to fuck this whole thing up for the princess, a look of worry written over her features.

Mario returns to his normal size again, trying to escape punches being thrown at him as he tries to reach another mystery block. You sigh in relief when he reaches it, a red flower now falling out but before he can even get a chance to use it, DK has already blown it out.

“OUHHH THAT’S GRIMEYYYYY” You call out, wishing there was a referee or SOMEONE to call foul play. Guess that's not how this dual arena ordeal went.

Now he was back to getting beat up, round punches making contact with his face as he was thrown into beams and blocks. DK wasn't letting up, taking any chance he could to land another hit. However, on Mario's way down he manages to score one last mystery block with the help of the princess. Hopefully, this would even the odds and turn this whole fight around.

He had landed a cat box, a fur suit covering his once overalls. Even though it looked cute, its effect on his reflexes was amazing! It was much easier to dodge attacks and land his own. After a few good hits, DK fell, earning Mario the title of the victor!

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It was much after the duel now, and you were finally able to get a chance to chat with Mario. There had been so much to catch up on. According to him, he had stepped in to try and find Luigi, who had stepped down the tunnel to try and find you!

He explained that they got separated and Luigi was somewhere ruled by this Bowser character you were teaming up to defeat. The Princess, whom you had later found out was named Peach, gave him a run-through of the obstacles and blocks before even bringing him on this journey to the Jungle Kingdom.

You then explained how you'd been working on the cart for the most part and got to explore a bit with DK, whose name when mentioned made Mario scoff. Of course, they'd be on the rival's side after that fight. In all honesty, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad for DK, the scratches left on his face looking like they stung more than anything and those punches from Mario during his counterattack were nothing to scoff at either.

Where was he anyway?

“I let him win by the way”

Speak of the devil. Almost instantly the two (Mario and DK) began bickering, only to be put to a stop by the king who had come to discuss the next plan of action. Even though you haven't learned much, you were willing to help at this point. You weren't one to back down from challenges and now certainly wasn't the time to run and hide.

And so, the plan was devised.

#donkey kong #seth rogan #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #donkey kong x reader #x reader #good lord #why did i write this #i know why #its that man seth rogans fault #i don't care he's hot #tension

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azumasoroshi · 2 years

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DGS DLC London Side Part 3

ryuunosuke presents his argument of "the chalice was actually valuable because it's made of silver as seen with my pocketwatch"

what will herlock's argument be i wonderrrrrrr

"The important thing isn't the price, but the memories it contains."

"And that goes double for memories of a failed attempt on one's life with poison."

wait what

VAN ZIEKS REACTED IS HE RIGHT

"That's right. That chalice almost saw Reapy here to an early grave!"

the similarities between godot and van zieks are hilarious

"It was probably arsenic."

"You mean, the stuff that bad guys always use in novels to try to assassinate the king?

"Indeed, I was [a victim of attempted assassination]." oh my god rip van zieks

"This is the man who sniffed that glass over and over and still didn't realize there was tea in there."

"There's no way he'd notice [the scent of arsenic] with a nose that dull!"

i thought sholmes ragging on natsume was harsh but jesus fucking christ van zieks is getting decimated

"It was you. Herlock Sholmes-san!"

I KNEW IT

"What?! Why me?!"

"But now that you mention it, I came to have some fun at the Prosecutor's Office and peeked in on Reapy's office."

"have some fun" what does that mean. i know what you are

"Now, now, I'm a busy man after all, you see. I completely forgot it until just now."

dgs the first game where the defense attorney is guilty instead of the prosecution or a witness or probably the judge at some point

"Very well. I was just starting to get into a chatty mood!" i love this man so much

his fucking explanation im crying

he tried to save barok (or. rather himself) and dumped the contents of the bottle out the window because he thought it contained arsenic because the silver was black

god

"It was 10-day old tea, after all. Of course it tasted awful!"

he thought he'd shine it up for barok help

"I will fight fair in all things. And my taste in chalices reflects that resolve." i was not expecting barok lore but that is. hm. barok if someone coats your chalice with arsenic i don't think that's a fair fight on your end

Herlock: "After bringing [your silver chalice] home with me, I did a thorough investigation of it on my own."

Barok: "What...?"

"It ended up being quite difficult, you see. I had to lift ten years worth of fingerprints from [your silver chalice] and analyze them."

oh my god was the criminal he caught prior to the trial the one who poisoned barok all those years ago???? that's so romantic actually

"Yes, it took longer than expected, but...this morning, I caught the criminal responsible. It was a Mister Devin Musgrave."

i'm a dumbass i didnt know devil-may-care meant cheerful and reckless so i thought it was either referring to barok being a "devil" that may care or herlock being the "devil" that may care

"But why on earth did you...?"

because he loves you barok (if this was a romance)

he's probably gonna say he was just curious or bored or wanted the reaper to be indebted to him or something and does not deserve my freaking out about vanlock canon but fuck it vanlock canon

i think i actually managed to wrangle a semi-accurate translation out of google translate for once, despite all those kanji definitely not being in the original text

"I said it before, did I not?" that i love you barok

that pause broooooooooooooo

"I couldn't help being bothered by the tarnish on the silver and figured I'd shine it up for you."

"Sholmes-san..."

me n ryuunosuke have the same look rn WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE SHOLMES

even ryuu can tell something is up and the fandom always portrays kazuma as the one supremely down bad for ryuunosuke's dumbass so you KNOW sholmes isnt being subtle

even van ZIEKS is speechless. he's blushing on the inside i know he is because i'm his jabot thing. like "omg you jailed my almost-assassin for me??? you shouldn't have!"

this is supremely funny to me i wasnt actually expecting any substantial vanlock content i thought it'd just be them being annoying towards each other

Barok: "If I drop the charges, that will be the end of [this trial]." awwwwww

"I am terribly sorry for the injustice I have done you, [Iris]."

"Please, forgive me."

Iris: "On one condition!"

Barok: "Condition?"

Iris: "You have a second lord's bottle there. If you just take care of it, I'll forgive you!"

Barok: "What do you mean, 'take care of it?'"

Herlock: "You never learn, do you, Reapy?"

Barok: "What??"

(can you tell im tired of taking screenshots again)

"Times like these are the best for enjoying a sip!"

what are they plotting

wait the bottle's empty

am i stupid i dont get what iris or sholmes mean

Ryuunosuke: "With Prosecutor Van Zieks continually cocking his head..." oh good im not the only one who doesnt get it lmAOO

Ryuunosuke: "[Iris], You really did enter his office three days ago, didn't you?" oh does that have to do with what they're talking about

"What exactly was the story behind that Lord's Bottle?"

"Happy Birthday!"

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

that's so cute holy shit is that why they decided to do nice things for him

barok looks like he cant remember the last time someone's wished him a happy birthday help

Iris: "I calculated how many bottles Van Zieks would throw over the course of these past three days..."

"...and made my choice so that he'd pick up that bottle on his birthday trial!"

"Reapy always looks so lonely by himself, you see." so he should date herlock that's what you're saying right

calling barok lonely on his birthday help

NO WHAT DID I REACH THE 30 IMAGE LIMIT ALREADY LMFAOOO

that's so funny holy shit okok i wont take any more pictures

NEVER MIND I HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE im deleting one of the previous ones

"You promised me that you'll take good care of Van Zieks-kun!" oh my GOD IT'S NYAN ZIEKS

THATS SO FUCKING CUTEAJGDSKJAHSGKDJKHGJSJH AAAAAHAHHHGHDFJKGJDKHGHJSJHK NYAN ZIEKS IS CANON NOW

Sholmes: Any objections, Reapy? Barok: No, none in particular. ...pardon me. I need to return to the prosecutor's office.

listen to me barok is absolutely melting inside he is CRYING right now do you hear me (and so am i this was so unexpectedly cute what the fuck literally shaking n crying rn)

(source: x)

#dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #dgs #tgaa #iris wilson #barok van zieks #herlock sholmes #ryuunosuke naruhodou #vanlock #sobbing shaking crying right now

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insidious-journalist · 1 year

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Rascal was hanging out on RPD. He had no trials but being new he wanted to check out this maze of a map. He let out a curious noise when he saw the hooded figure sitting down at a desk.

He leaned against the doorway, putting on his signature smirk as he knocked and greeted "Heya. Sorry for interruptin like this. I was just vibin here, didn't know you were hiding your hood in here." He giggled at his own remarks.

"So uh youre another Ghosty, right? You seem interesting. Im a bit new here my name is Rascal. That name is game on since I can be pretty annoying. But don't mind me right?"

He had been warned that not all killer were nice to strangers. But he was arrogant and not intimated yet. The guy was just sitting there, he was in the doorway.

"Oh just so you know, I am not easily scared. So your little playground hide and seek game won't work on my, yes? I hope you can work that out in your little bathrobe." He added one of his more salty thoughts. Finishing his sentence with a laugh and a cheeky smile, showing his teeth.

Danny appreciated his alone time more than anyone. He could be left alone with his thoughts, and more importantly left alone with his work. He had a few polaroids sprawled out across a beat up desk, along with some scratch paper he wrote on aimlessly. It seemed like he was concentrating, drawing near endless little spirals and marks onto the pages in dark blue ink. It wasn't until he heard the knock that he paused, like a father being interrupted by their nosy child. Great. Company.

The Ghostface tilted his head up to show he was listening, already finding himself growing more annoyed as this apparent survivor kept rambling on. A confident one, and a new one to boot. He'd look into that later, and made a mental note to try and look for Rascal in particular later on. To show him true terror and knock down that confidence a few notches. His presence demanded more respect than this brat was giving him.

The Ghostface moved to stand, tall and imposing as his bone-white mask stared down at Rascal. If looks could kill the other would be dead thrice over. "You're lucky, "Rascal", that we're not allowed to cut you people down outside of trials. Otherwise-" he patted the knife sheathed on his hip, "I'd paint these walls red. Aren't you a bold bastard?"

#mschvsstrngr #rascal #danny johnson #rp reply #the ghostface #ghostface #dead by daylight #insidious journalist #ask answered #why hello there #poking the spooky boy i see

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readingaftermidnight007 · 1 year

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(Long Overdue) Reading Update!!

Ahhhh I've been meaning to post for a while but I'm just super lazy soooo....

Last time I updated this, I had just finished reading DJATS I think? Hold on I'm going to check. *pause for me checking*

Ok yeah, the last time I updated this was when I finished Daisy Jones (which i never actually talked about how I felt about and who knows, maybe I'll finally make a post about it)

Anywaysssss.....here's my reading update. We may or may not be eight books behind. Whoops. (Seven if we don't count DJATS and for these purposes I'm not going to talk about it right now)

also dont worry abt spoilers for anything. it's completely spoiler free :)

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First up, we have....

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry

(completed February 23) (i know im sorry 😭)

(3/5 ⭐️)

I read this for a class, and overall I really enjoyed it. I was in a weird place mentally though, so I don't think I fully processed a lot of it otherwise this would have a much higher rating. Its a very enjoyable play though, and it's a beautiful story and beautifully written. Definitely would recommend if you enjoy plays that are grounded in realism and focus a lot around familial themes.

The Crucible by Arthur Miller

(completed March 8) (again im sorry ive been super fucking busy)

(4/5⭐️)

Honestly, I loved reading this play. I also read it for the same class, but I found this one more enjoyable, which is probably because one of my first childhood hyperfixations was on, oddly enough, the Salem Witch Trials. Which if you didn't know, that's what The Crucible is about. Anyways. It's very good, and I would definitely recommend reading it. Its a long play, but it's worth it. It explores a lot of themes of grief and paranoia and sins and it's just so fascinating and there's so much to explore within it.

Homeward Bound by Elaine Tyler May

(completed March 17) (i swear i have good reasons for not updating but im not gonna get into that unless you wanna go check up my vent blog @queenofshadows077)

(3/5⭐️)

i read this for my history class, and i have to say, i enjoyed it a lot more than i was expecting. sure, there didn't need to be a 20 page chapter about premarital sex statistics in the 1950s(seriously, why 20 pages???), but i found it very interesting otherwise. the book basically delves into the post-WWII suburbanization of American families and gender roles and societal roles, etc and I would recommend if youre looking for a nonfiction book about that particular time period.

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennet

(completed March 22)

(5/5⭐️)

I genuinely LOVED this book. Like, seriously. Read it. IT'S WORTH THE HYPE I PROMISE. I could not put it down the entire time I was reading it. I was having way too much fun with it and i was so sad when it was over. Like, so upset. I loved the story of the twins and their lives. It's truly a beautiful, compelling novel and I want everyone to read it. It is 100% ending up on my favorites list of 2023. Please read it. Please. I beg of you. I dont wanna get too much into the plot or anything spoilery so if you wanna know more, read the overview on goodreads please! (and then read the book. do it. do. it.)

Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(completed march 31)

(4/5⭐️)

Ok so this is the third TJR book I've read, and I absolutely loved it!!! I read this over the course of a week on a trip I went on, and it was the perfect book to read for it. I love the way she organizes her books and the way she writes her characters. Compared to Evelyn Hugo and DJATS it's definitely not my favorite, but it was still excellent.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(completed April 6)

(5/5⭐️)

This has always been one of my favorite books. This is my third time reading it, and I was inspired to reread since I had just finished Malibu Rising and had recently read DJATS. I love this book. I love Evelyn and her story and I love how TJR writes very complex characters. Always brings me to tears, it's soooo good. it's an incredible novel featuring an incredible story of a queer woman and her journeys through success, love, fame, and so much more. if you havent read it, you need to. Like, it is literally a requirement. :)

And finally....

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

(completed April 11)

(5/5⭐️)

This was a beautiful story. Beautifully writen, characters that bare their soul and that you cant help but love, and super addicting. I literally could not put it down. the pacing was wonderful, the storytelling was so vivid and touching and i will remember this one for a long time. it's the story of two boys, Ari and Dante, as they grow up and start their journey into adulthood while also battling their own personal wars. Ari is a really interesting narrator to be in the head of and I honestly think that this author is so insanely good. So yeah. I liked it A LOT.

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That's all of them!!

see you next time!!

~Scarlett

#reading update #scarlett's books #reading with scarlett <3 #scarlett's recs #djats #evelyn hugo #taylor jenkins reid #bookblr #books #booklr #booklover

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