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thir10th · 1 month

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Dating Emily Prentiss - Headcanons

some of these are nsfw

-She is the softest girlfriend ever

-always seems so strong, so badass, but she has the softest spot for you, you make her heart melt, and she never fights it back

-suuuuuuper posessive, gets jealous easily

-one time during a case, one of the local cops started flirting with you. Emily was fuming, pulling you close to her, her hands on your waist, putting your hair behind your ear, she had done it all, but this guy was just not getting it. Once the case was closed, he was about to ask you out for a drink, when Emily heard it, she run to where you were (still speechless) and kissed your lips, it was a explicit kiss, her hands on your waist possessively, a deep, passionate and romantic kiss, taking you by surprise. The guy was flabbergasted to say the least. "hey baby, ready to go?" she asks when she pulls apart. She looks at you, still out of words, and then to the guy, his mouth still opened in awe. "oh, sorry, you were saying?" he doesn't bother you anymore

-she loves having you over at her place because it's like sharing her intimacy with you, and she is a SUCKER for any kind of intimacy

-seeing you sitting around her place, walking around her kitchen messing around, cooking, listening to music and dancing, you on her couch, hanging your bras on the bathroom, randomly finding a sock or a pair of lost underwear after a night together... she loves having you around so much that you have your own drawer at her place after only 3 months of dating.

-another form of intimacy that she loves is when you wear her clothes. Hell. She loves it. She's feral for it. She always insists you look better on them anyway. She will wear it after because it smells like you, the scent calms her down, so she buries her nose into it every once in a while.

-physical touch is her no1 love language, in the sense that she will take any chance she gets to touch you. Her hand on your thigh. Will hold yours under the table every time. She caresses your shoulder, your arm. Will hold your hand on the plane during landing. When you go back after a case on the jet she'll have you laying on her, full on hugging sometimes, your back laying on her chest, she will play with strands of your hair, tickle your forearm... anything she can, she will touch

-she loves showing you off, always refers to you as "my girlfriend". "i'm gonna call my girlfriend" "i need to ask my girlfriend first" "Sure! I'll call my girlfriend to ask her if she wants to come" ...

-WILL tease the team, specially Morgan as he instists on making comments about your relationship (he never means wrong, he's not fetizishing you, it's just what he knows) "Prentiss, you and pretty girl had a good night?" "damn well we did" / "hey Prentiss any reason why you're both wearing turtle necks today? (she uncovers her neck, showing off the purple marks you had left) don't worry, you should see how i left her"

-at the beginning it would embarrass you a lot, now you've learned to enjoy it, and you even join in sometimes "Hey Prentiss, got a whip? (he says holding the leather attire to her body) You bet she does" Em loves it when you tease too.

-she definitely praises you in different languages, specially Italian because you love it (yes i'm projecting, so what, Italian is sexier than French, i said what i said)

-she's a huuuge nerd, so you bet movie marathons are a thing. She'll also keep asking you to pay attention if she has already seen it "Baby look! Look, this is the best part!" "I'm looking Em, I promise I'm looking"

-Chocolate, red wine and cherries are her 3 faves. You once got a perfume that smelled like cherries and she loved it so much she spent hours with her nose buried in your neck

-After several months of dating, you suggested to go on a little weekend trip. She was reluctant at first, but you convinced her as soon as you showed her the big jacuzzi at the hotel. She loved it so much and you had such a great time, that you started going on them every time you had a free weekend

-She has a tattoo on her ribs, right next to her boob. It was a stupid decision she made when she was 16, she instantly regretted it, hated it, and had always thought about getting it removed, until you started dating. You loved it, constantly reminding her how sexy it looked, kissed all the way around it, it made her feel so confident about it that she even started liking it, although it kind of looked like shit.

-She's not controlling at all, but she is over protective. She will murder whoever dares to touch you. (You know that scene when Spencer bends a guy's arm when he touches Tara? something like that)

-She loooooves giving you hickeys, but obviously they can't be visible, so she marks you all around. Your boobs, your thighs, your waist...

-She's a top, but she likes experimenting and will let you (and enjoy it just as much) take the lead whenever you feel like it.

-Has a whole folder on her phone for pictures of you with Sergio, most of them candid that you don't even know about

-loves showers and baths together, any time you go for a shower you can be sure she's joining you inside. You always say how inconvenient it is, but she always goes "we need to save water, honey"

-into astrology but will never admit it (she literally recognises constellations HELLO?!)

-You love her nose so much. She's always been kind of self conscious about it, but you reassured her every time, kissing it, praising her, you always told her how perfect it was for eating pussy, and that convinced her. Or maybe it was your moans after the tip of her nose brushed against your clit when she ate you out. You're not sure.

-Before she met you, she hadn't come out to her mom, nether had taken any partner home, when you started dating she told you about it, you insisted that it didn't matter, she had to do it when she was ready, if she ever was. It only took her 6 months to tell her and introduce you both.

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A/N: might do a part two in some time because there are SO MANY omg she's the cutest (like and reblog <3 )

#criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss lesbian #lesbian #lesbian pride #wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw smut #emily prentiss hcs #emily prentiss headcanons #headcanon #Emily Prentiss x reader

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spirkme915 · 11 months

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more spirk fics i've read recently and loved

The Promised Land by gunstreet @gunstreet (TOS) - buckle in and get ready for chapters and chapters of p-a-i-n. it's divorce era spirk (pre-TMP) and it hurts oh so good. have a desperate need to find out what spock was thinking when he chose kolinahr? you will wonder no more. also, there's sex. a lot of it and beautifully done. all around perfection

The Accidental Matchmaker by notboldly (AOS) - it's valentine's day on the enterprise and spock receives an unexpected note. this had me muttering "oh spock" (affectionate) under my breath as i read

emotionally compromised by thesorrowoflizards (AOS) - an extremely thoughtful and poignant rewrite of the bridge scene in the 2009 movie. gen not slash, but who needs sex when you get the vulnerability of tos spock in aos spock?

Between Me and You by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS) - ONE BED! need i say more? well, i will anyway. this fic has a touch of angst but it's mostly fluff and feelings and is terribly soothing

home by Sir_Bedevere (TOS) - am i sucker for everything OMS? yes, yes i am. have another entry into the old married space husbands being adorably old and married (with a cat!)

Injury by iyokou (AOS) - F1 AND STAR TREK??? i love it when my fandoms collide. AND IT'S EXPLICIT HURT COMFORT??? *eternal sigh of happiness*

The Other Uniform by Bibarian (AOS) - jim wears an alternate uniform, spock loses his shit. spock & uhura bffs. then sex. how can you go wrong?

The way that we love at night (gave me life) by phlebotinxm (AOS) - obligatory PWP entry for this list and this one is established relationship so it's a completely different kind of good

(This and Every) Morning After by Solid_Medical_Advice (TOS/AOS) - are they friends with benefits? is it unrequited love? you probably already know those answers but this fic is still fun as hell to read. also, CONFIDENT SPOCK. i am here for all confident spock

Sweet dreams (of course I love you) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual (TOS) - fluff, ALL fluff. need a happy read? this is it

and, for once, i don't have any non-spirk fics to rec, but there are two entries in the "aliens made them do it" trope for this list:

Lead Us to Our Own Bliss by gunstreet (TOS) - i'm hesitant to read this trope because it often involves non-con, but @gunstreet handled it perfectly. this fic definitely has voyeurism, but it's more about their awakening of their feelings for each other

Red Matter: Scents, Starfleet, and Kurage Sushi by CampySpaceSlime (TOS) - this was so. damn. creative. omg. unlike anything i could've expected and just as weird and alien as space should be

(you can find previous recs under fic rec and/or spirk fic recs)

reminder - please do send me recs and feel free to self-promo!

#spirk #spirk fanfiction #spirk fic recs #k/s fanfic #i really need to do these lists more often #it takes me hours!#but at least i get to reread my favorites as i put the list together #please do send me recs too #and if you're not tumblr tagged and one of these is your fic #please let me know #would love to tag you so people discover your blog

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letstevengrantsleep · 2 years

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Oh You Like That, Huh?

TASM Peter Parker x f!reader

summary: your best friend's brother is away, and you're offered his bed for the night (it's smut, it's fluff, it's all I've been able to think about for days)

word count: 1,767

warnings: f receiving oral, Peter in the suit, fluff ending bc I'm a sucker for soft!peter, y/n being a proper simp for peter/spiderman

a/n: I really didn't know how to end this one I'm sorry if it's a bit crap, I need to re-work it (or just right a part 2 so everything ties together a bit better... we'll see)

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"So, honey," your best friend's Aunt smiles at you across the dinner table, "Peter's away for a few nights if you want to take his bed? I know the floor wasn't comfy for you last time." Her hospitality will never fail to make you smile, but as much as you'd hate to admit it, the thought of taking Peter's bed makes your face heat up with embarrassment, so you just nod feverishly as you continue eating your meal.

"Thank you May, that'd be really nice." Smiling, you join in with conversation and try your best not to think about who's bed you're staying in. Which turns out to be near impossible.

Something about him has always driven you crazy. The way he walks into a room, and the way he fidgets with his hands when he's talking, god it makes you think of absolutely filthy things that you'd rather his hands be doing. So when you reach his bedroom that night, pyjamas in hand, you're already practically dripping thinking about being in his bed.

It's perverted, filthy, down right fucking wrong how you climb into his bed and inhale the scent that's on his pillows. It's awful, how your mind travels to what Peter might get up to in this bed, what he might do in this bed. And as you drift off into sleep it's absolutely awful how you feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him in this bed with you.

You're awoken by the sound of the window opening and the feeling of an ice cold breeze hitting your bare skin, which makes you open your eyes drearily and cock your head over to the source of the noise.

The sight in front of you makes you snap up and pull the covers over your bare legs. "Peter?" You whisper, your tone coming across a little more whiny than you would have liked, confused and quite frankly a little embarrassed to be in his bed with him in the room.

His head snaps over to you from where he is at the window, eyes blown wide. That's when you notice his attire. No fucking way.

"It's you?" Staring, you take in the skin tight red and blue suit, trying not to make it obvious when your eyes rake over his figure.

"Keep your voice down, would you?" He whispers harshly, shutting the window and discarding his backpack on the floor. "Fuck", he exclaims, hands running through his hair as his face contorts into a look of frustration. "What are you doing in my room?" He asks, stalking over to the bed, throwing his mask across to his wardrobe.

"Aunt May said you weren't back for a few days, I-" You take a breath, flustered beyond belief at the sight of him. He looks so good. "I won't tell anyone, Peter, I'll go sleep on the floor and I won't say anything to anyone." Rambling, you shake your head and turn away, trying to hide the blush that's burning your face. He shakes his head, Peter knows you well enough to know you wouldn't say a thing.

"No, no, bunny, it's okay." Oh Jesus, well, you're a goner. He's had that nickname for you for years now, it's always given you butterflies but right now? While he's standing in front of you wearing that god damn costume? It makes you want to jump his bones. "You need to stay so no one gets suspicious. I'm not meant to be here."

That's when he looks at you, really looks at you, and notices some things he didn't a moment ago. The pink tint to your cheeks, the way your thighs are clenched together under his bed sheets, the smell of your arousal. You're turned on because of him.

"You okay, y/n?" Peter pokes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He's been waiting for this for far too long, to get you in a room on your own, and he's not about to waste this perfect opportunity.

A frown plastered on your face, you nod quickly.

"You know," you watch with wide eyes as he leans forward, two hands coming to rest either side of your legs, "one of my abilities is that I have heightened senses." His eyes flick down to your chest as he speaks, "I can hear people's heartbeats, smell them, feel the change in their breathing."

He's impossibly close, breath fanning over your lips, making you entirely aware of the fact that he knows just how horny you are right now.

"Shit." You mumble, trying your best to scoot further back away from him to find some space to breathe.

"Hm," Peter smiles, "want to tell me something, baby?"

"You're being mean, Peter." He's making fun of you, you're sure of it. Laughing because his little sisters best friend has the hots for him.

"Me? No, no, no." Peter's shaking his head and smiling down at you, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. "I want to help you, bunny," his voice is low, raspy, and all you can do is take a sharp intake of breath as you feel his other hand start to run up your thigh until it lands inches away from where you're burning for him. "Let me touch you." He whispers, ducking his head to place soft kisses onto your neck.

"Peter." You warn, breath caught in your throat as he ghosts his fingers over your underwear.

"Every time I'm in a room with you I can hear the way your heartbeat picks up, feel how your hair stands on end when I talk to you, smell how I affect you. Bunny... come on," he sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder, "this has been a long time coming."

You know he's right. You've been dreaming of this since you first met him, wishing, pleading to the universe that one day something would snap between the two of you.

"I don't want much, just let me taste you, bun." He whines, lifting his head to look at you with pleading eyes. God, how could you say no to that face?

"Fucking hell, Peter." You groan, squeezing your eyes tight and throwing your head back.

"Is that a yes?" He pesters, pulling lightly at the waistband of your underwear.

"Yes, yes."

He doesn't hesitate, sliding down the bed and pulling at your underwear with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You watch with an open mouth as he lowers himself and kisses up the inside of your thigh, strong hands pulling your legs apart to give him more space.

"No idea how long I've been dreaming of this pussy, y/n." He breathes out, "think about it every time I see you, fuck." That's when his lips attach to your clit, and oh god does it feel good. This fucker knows what he's doing and dear lord is he good at it. The way he sucks at your clit and licks stripes up your cunt as you lift your hips to meet his movements.

It's not long until you feel one of his hands dragging up your leg and finding it's home, teasing at your entrance. He's still in those gloves, those fucking gloves that you don't dare admit that you've fantasised about.

"Oh shit." You gasp, toes curling at the new sensation. You can practically feel the smirk on Peter's face as he pulls away just to taunt you.

"Oh you like that, huh?" He laughs, staring at you with a look of pure disbelief as he watches you come undone all because of him.

"Fuck you, Peter." You whine, arching your back further as he curls his fingers inside you.

"All in good time, baby." He mumbles, diving back down to attack your cunt once again, pulling you closer and closer to cumming on his tongue.

"Oh, fuck, Peter I- mm, oh-" suddenly you're shaking, body involuntarily folding in on itself as you squeeze Peter's head with your thighs, which pulls a sinful moan from him. Your orgasm hits you so hard you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop you from crying out as you shake, your other hand reaching down to pull at Peter's hair, trying desperately to pull him off your sensitive cunt as he eats you out. He's licking you clean of every bit of your release, pulling tears out of you as he carries on, unfazed by your relentless pulling of his hair. "Peter please, please," you beg, pulling yourself away from his hungry mouth.

You're in awe at the sight in front of you. His hair is a mess from where you've pulled at it, his mouth slick with your cum, his eyes hazy, and he looks so fucking good in that god damn suit.

"I should sneak back home more often if this is what I get to find in my bed." He teases, crawling up you and pressing a wet kiss onto your lips, hands either side of your head. Groaning in pleasure, he collapses down onto you, head resting in the crook of your neck.

"So," you start, heart beating out of your chest, "Spiderman, huh?"

He laughs up at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you over so your positions are switched, you on top of him.

"Is it really that impressive?" Grinning, he pulls his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, an action which has your stomach turning somersaults.

"I've sort of had a crush on Spiderman since those first videos went viral." You mumble, blush creeping back onto your face.

"And Spiderman's sort of had a crush on you too." Peter confesses, reaching up to place a soft kiss onto your lips. You can still taste yourself on him and it's absolutely intoxicating. "Maybe I'll bring you swinging round Queens, show you off a bit."

Feeling hands running up your sides, you sigh, content, and breathe out a chuckle. "Yeah, right."

"I'm not joking, bunny. I've waited far too long for you to give me permission to have you, I'm going to be screaming from the rooftops that you're mine."

The confession makes your cheeks go a deeper shade of red than you ever thought possible, it makes you feel like you're burning, and of course he knows that. He's grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he pulls you into him, allowing you to fall into a peaceful, blissed out sleep before daring to move to take his suit off and climb back out of his window.

#tasm!spiderman x you #tasm smut #tasm peter x you #tasm peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker smut

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glowingbadger · 11 months

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Carpe Diem more like Carpe Petat amirite

Does this mean we get Team Urameshi reacting to sexy outfit?? :3c

As a matter of fact it DOES

(note that for YYH I write the immediately post-canon stage that the end of the manga describes, so everyone is of age)

Wearing something sexy for them - Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama x GN/AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+

Yusuke: For him, it's more about how hot it is that you want to dress up just to turn him on. He's got extremely broad tastes, but his favorites are kinky, costume-style outfits- a school uniform or maid outfit, something that really emphasizes how naughty you want to be just for him. Depending on his mood, he'll either rip the clothes off of you like tissue paper, wearing the cocky smirk even if you pout about how now you'll have to buy a new outfit, or he'll just revel in the way the tight, skimpy clothes emphasize your curves while he fucks you breathless in his bed.

"Damn, babe, you went and got this sexy little number just for me? Y'know... it kinda makes me wanna call your bluff. If you're gonna get me all riled up wearin' something like that, I hope you're ready to take my cock til I'm worn out- and we both know that could take a while."

Kuwabara: he's an absolute sucker for those classically feminine, frilly style lingerie sets- a babydoll with cups that just barely cover your breasts and a frilled hem teasing around your hips, that sort of thing. He'd never even realized it would be such a turn on until he comes home to you waiting on his bed all dressed up, with a cute little, "welcome home, Kazuma~~" and he just blanks for a minute. Once he's got his bearings though, he's just desperate to spoil you in return, and you can immediately tell that your little outfit has got him even bigger and harder than usual.

"Oh- wow, uh, I mean- woah, you... You look. Good. Like, uh, really, really good. Stop laughing! C'mon, I can't think straight with you lookin' all cute an' sexy like that, okay?! Well, fine- if you're gonna do all this for me, then I'll just show you how much I like it!"

Hiei: there's a lot about human sexual culture that he doesn't quite "get," so a lot of costumes and lingerie would be more confusing and frustrating for him than anything- he's most likely to just tear the outfit off of you, wasting no time. That said, a simple collar that he can tug on while he's deep inside of you can get him especially riled up- or even a tiny thong that he can just tug aside to thrust into you roughly from behind. Something minimal that accents your state of undress and draws his eye, but won't keep him from having you.

"Trying to tempt me? Tch. Don't waste your time. You know that if I want you, I'll have you- these little scraps of fabric are just a distraction."

Kurama: oooohhh, Kurama. Always a man of subtle, refined and surprisingly kinky tastes, for him it's more about his desire to choose what you wear. He relishes his control over you, and that you give him that control freely and willingly. He loves to pick out a just-too-short or just-too-tight outfit for you to wear out for a date (and his tastes are, of course, exquisite), then silently smirk each time he notices someone else eyeing you. It all just heightens his anticipation for that night, when he'll carefully and slowly undress you while telling you in great detail how he admired your body all day. Oh also Kurama loves when you wear something of his and he can enjoy your scent on it later maybe while jerking off

"You noticed, didn't you? The way they stared at you today? I can hardly blame them when you look so tempting... Though of course, if any even thought for a moment of approaching you, I'm afraid I would have to intervene. You're mine, after all. Perhaps it's a bit self-indulgent of me, but I do so enjoy dressing you up as I like."

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #yu yu hakusho headcanons #not sfw #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #hiei #kurama #yusuke yyh #kuwabara #juwabara yyh #hiei yyh #kurama yyh #x reader #yu yu hakusho x reader

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good-beanswrites · 9 days

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Sorry to double up on your inbox, but I had this burning idea.

Suppose Fuuta's sister has had her hair styled like the Milgram girls at various points. What scenarios might come up when Fuuta mistakes the girls for his sister?

I know you were looking for ideas on all of the girls but I got really carried away with this one train of thought with Kotoko, so have some of that instead 😭 I'm such a sucker for 02-04-06 seeming the type to use beauty products and know their way around a lot of hair care, and triggering memories for Fuuta via scents/sounds of his sister's job. And as you've seen I'm so emotional over him seeing Amane as an equal as they both care for each other and she feels like family...

Fuuta was used to people disappointing him.

He’d been let down by his mother, then his father. He’d seen how all of society screws its people over. His own friends had turned their backs on him when things got rocky. Even here, he couldn’t count on any of these people to look out for him. Well, all except one.

Kotoko.

He’d actually done a double take when he first saw her. Her hair was styled much like his sister’s; from behind, it could have been her with a bit of dye.

It wouldn’t have been so bizarre for her to color her head shining black. After all, that had always been his sister’s method of rebellion. His father was a traditional man, and hated to see her chop all her hair off, chop others’ hair off, add more piercings, or change it to any and every shade that wasn’t the family’s natural red. Fuuta had always thought they were all hollow exercises, more for attention than anything else. (It was nothing like the actual action he was taking to break away from his father’s strictness). Seeing Kotoko wear an eerily similar look, and hearing how closely her views aligned with his, he started to understand the appeal.

While the others were intimidated by her appearance, Fuuta found it familiar. Unlike the rest of the prison, he had no hesitation in approaching her. He was more willing to sit beside her at meals. He joined in her conversations in the common area.

Mahiru kept going on about being everyone’s ‘big sis,’ but she never took a damned thing seriously. Yuno told Fuuta he reminded her of her little brother, but the last thing he needed was to be treated like some baby. Kotoko, on the other hand, knew exactly how to speak with him.

She came to show him her solidarity before his interrogation. She gave him tips on working out, and joined in his conversations about the injustice of current prison systems. She even had his back when he was scolding Mikoto about taking fighting styles seriously. He jeered at the notion that Kotoko could overpower Kazui. Though, deep down, he’d seen how strong the woman was. For someone the same age as him, and busy with university like him, she had insanely impressive power.

He’d never dare admit it, but he looked on in awe whenever she worked out in the common areas.

Fuuta found even more comfort in her strength as the trial came to a close. The two ended up with opposite verdicts, but that wasn’t anything new. Teachers, neighbors, relatives – everyone had reasons to praise his sister while dragging up grievances against him. Both women had a sort of brash charisma that people enjoyed. He usually only got the label of “brash.” Kotoko was saved his rant that it all came from their differences in gender and beauty. Fuuta was confident she’d come to the same conclusion already.

After all, what else separated them? They were here for practically the same reason.

He didn’t let it get under his skin. While the prisoners shied away from him and the others named unforgiven, he could always count on Kotoko to speak with him as honestly and directly as usual.

The warden and the prisoners weren’t the only ones to let him down: the voices in his head had gone from a fair debate to a loud, nasty mob with each passing day.

They seemed to be at their very worst, now. He was going on a few nights of little to no sleep thanks to their nonstop judgment. Fuuta tossed and turned in his sheets, cursing the new uniform that made it impossible to relax. It had been exhausting, consumed by fear and guilt and anger. Everything had him jumpy these days.

He flinched as his cell door creaked.

His bleary eyes turned to the silhouette in the doorway. A name instinctively came to his lips. Thankfully, he corrected himself before making the embarrassing mistake.

“It’s you, Kotoko.” It was strange for her to be here at this hour. And completely unannounced, at that.

“Kajiyama Fuuta…”

He didn’t care. He smiled. After all, surrounded by so many betrayals, he always felt safer with her around.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #kotoko yuzuriha #photos taken moments before disaster!!!!#💀#i think kotoko is a bit too open with her opinions where this type of misunderstanding could never happen #but if she were just a little more secretive i think its wholly possible for fuuta to be influenced by her appearance and miss the signals #-_-#i love the idea that yuno reminds him of his victim so to have her Also remind him of his sister would be VERY interesting....#and 'big sis' mahiru actually looking like big sis would have a lot of comedy potential asdfsadf #i feel like muu wouldnt act very sisterly at first but the resemblance would bring them together in a nice way #and then theyd realize theyre really similar and have a real fun dynamic #and even though hed never in a million years admit he wanted amanes help -- if she reminded him of home im sure hed spend even more time #around her ;----;#drabbles

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twstwonderlandstuff · 2 years

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hiii !! i love the switch from cherries to watermelons for the summer theme~ may i request romantic hcs for azul, ruggie, sebek and ace with a reader who seems oblivious to their advances but is actually subtly flirting/super smooth? + bonus if they don't get flustered like at all ! im so sorry if this doesn't make sense haha :') also, if you have anons, can i be ☆ anon? tysm anyways i love seeing your blog on my dash !!

thank you very much! I like eating watermelons, so this is a nice change for me as well~

yes, you can be ☆ anon! I do have a 🐁 anon, wherever they may be, so feel free to do so!

reqs are open!

gender neutral reader

tw: none

ruggie's bit is a lil' different from the others, 'cuz I'm trying smth new

links for crocs courting, hyena courting and octopus courting resources that I used~! hugely inspired by @supremeshrimpy 's posts about diasomnia courting hc's [1] annd [2]!

ace trappola

🍉 he's frustrated. SO frustrated. of ALL people he could've caught feelings, it's you? your stupidly oblivious and dorky self? you??? ace doesn't know if he wants to cry or laugh.

🍉 he flirts through touch. his hands on your hair, on your arms, shoulders pressing against each other, it's all there, and you reciprocate with a simple hum, smiling, but never saying anything more. he's so- URGH.

🍉 HAHA but ya see, what he doesn't notice is how you don't do this to anyone else, just him. all of your touches are only for him, and just him. nobody notices the longing looks you cast upon his way when he's genuinely not looking.

🍉 oh well, let's see how long you two can play this game. it won't take long for one of you to crack.

sebek zigvolt

🍉 he is probably having the worst time of his life right now. like, he doesn't want to make it seem obvious that he likes you, but at the same time... YOU'RE NOT UNDERSTANDING. HIS. FEELINGS. PLEASE RESPOND.

🍉 he has LITERALLY asked you to dance with him- what's more romantic then that?! hello, a ballroom dance? with you holding him, pressed against your body as you flawlessly lead him across the ballroom, never breaking eye contact???? EXCUSE HIM????

🍉 he's going to cry at this rate, he really is, but is interrupted when he hears popping noises coming from you and when he looks up... he sees you, staring straight at him, without an ounce of shame, bubbles appearing within his view.

🍉 its when you close the distance between you two to rub your nose against him does he finally understand how you feel.

ruggie bucchi

🍉 leona's had it with you as much as ruggie. can you just hurry the fuck up with your advances, hah? he's too damned exhausted to see ruggie moping around while running around savanaclaw doing chores (its leona's way of saying he's worried)

🍉 the way ruggie goes back and forth with approaching you, letting you sniff him (leona's GAGGING) and lay his chin on your back (for a bit)… are you stupid, or just oblivious?

🍉 when leona walks up to tell you how his scrub feels, he doesn't expect to see you with a sleeping ruggie in your arms, letting his scent rub all over you. even when you spot leona, you only give the savanaclaw leader a small nod of acknowledgement, before continuing your doings.

🍉 huh, goes you won't be needing his push, won't ya?

azul ashengrotto

🍉 floyd as up his ass about how stupid he's being, and even jade's snickering but he honestly does NOT care right now. can you please just... spare him and go out with him already...?

🍉 he's already let you see his merform, where he's shyly flashed distinctive patterns across his tentacles (purple and black stripes), then place a few tentative tentacle suckles against your skin- which you HAPPILY took into stride?!

🍉 it's not after he notices how you keep on wearing that shawl with purple and black stripes every time you're near him, and how you don't bother hiding his sucker marks does it finally click that oh. y- you like him too. o, oh. oh.

#sugar rush #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gender neutral reader #gn! reader #gn reader

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xxmyhomexx · 11 months

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THE DESERT ROSE: My Rose

Ok, since I am going to romance Zain because he's hella interesting, I started thinking of a love scene that might happen, but it also has no connection to the game, and that's just how my imagination runs because I'm a sucker for intriguing LIs. 🤷‍♀️ WARNING: NSFW

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What if they are in Brazil and they're on a date, and Zain takes a genuine interest in her but she's a bit afraid because if their age range? He's about 10 years older at minimum, but Yasmin can't help but feel a connection to him.

In the lobby of the villa they are staying, she decides to chance it and accepts Zain's attraction. They go on a date, exploring small outdoor markets in Brazil as well as eating at a restaurant that makes the best food amongst the Portuguese culture. Around four hours later, they end up in a bar, sitting at an indoor lounge area enjoying each other's company. Zain takes alcohol very well, whereas Yasmin decides to just drink water.

"Come on, try it," Zain suggests. "You never know."

"Ok, but if I end dying of alcohol poisoning, I'm contacting my father's men." Yasmin side-eyes him as she sips a beer from a bottle offered, but the touch of its taste to her lips is enough for her to fling it back in his hands. "Gross!"

Zain chuckles. "I guess Mr. Kadir's daughter isn't fond of beer."

"Not that kind," Yasmin sneers. "It tastes like vomit."

"Like I said, I admire a woman of traditional value." Zain sets his bottle aside.

"Does this traditional value include a foot up your ass?" Yasmin raises a brow.

Zain smirks. "Only if you're the one doing it."

Both of them laugh as Yasmin sighs, staring into the fireplace and listening to the patrons in the bar. So much had changed in a long span of time, and she rested her head along the arm of the chair. While pondering, Zain took the time to admire her. The dress she wore was one he designed for her, shaping the curves of her figure comfortably without it tightly restricting her. Her elegant brown hair was loose around her shoulders in waves, her eyes winged.

He set his beer to the side and leaned in close, catching her attention.

"You're pensive," he noticed.

"I just...it's amazing how much my life has changed. I was just Yasmin Al-Aziz, daughter of Kadir, Sefer's most famous politician. But now...I'm out here, with his colleague. And I wouldn't even change a damn thing."

Zain takes in her words as he notices she wears the bracelet he gifted to her. He offers her a hand, helping her from her chair. They walk through the bar and a set of double doors, up a staircase taking them to a second level. The bar he chose was also a hotel, discretely making a reservation for the evening.

"I hope you don't mind," Zain flicks a key card between two fingers. "It's quite late, and I'm awfully tired."

Yasmin blushes. "I didn't bring pajamas, Zain."

"You won't need them tonight."

Yasmin crimsons as he takes her hand and escorts her into the room. It's about the size of a standard living room, with a chaise lounge right next to a lit fireplace, and a queen-sized bed with a purple canopy. In the middle of the room was a small table with a vase of roses.

"Oh wow," Yasmin was in awe. "You really planned everything out. Let me guess, you knew I'd say yes to this date, and thought you'd get lucky?"

Zain shrugged. "No, I never take advantage of a woman like that, especially one I've...grown too fond of."

Yasmin smug look faded, and now she was genuinely confused. Zain plucked one of the roses from the vase, causing his date to warn him of the thorns. However, they'd been cut, and he twirled it in his fingers thoughtfully.

"I'm not asking on behalf of your father, but as a genuine man. Yasmin...will you give me your heart? Fully and honestly, only committed to me?"

Yasmin didn't move, couldn't even answer. She eyed the man closing in on her, eyes following the rose in his hand. He inhaled its scent before holding it out to her. He let it trail across her cheek, down the hollow of her throat, to the region between her breasts. Her chest heaved when she felt the softness of its petals tickling her skin.

"Are you trying to seduce me with a rose?" She raised a brow.

"What?" Zain's lips thinned. "Of course not!"

Yasmin smiled sincerely. "I'm kidding."

She closed her hands around the one that held the rose. "Zain, I've already known who my heart belonged to a long time ago. This attraction between us...it scares me, but years are just numbers, and they don't add up to what I want now. I want you, heart and soul, no one else."

And with this, he slammed his lips against hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting every inch and corner that he could lap up. Yasmin's also did, as if was a war of who wanted dominance over the other first. After several minutes, they broke a part, gasping for air. Yasmin knew where the next part lead them, but she was nervous...and a virgin.

"Zain," she gulped. "I-I've never done...it before."

He nodded. He walked behind her and she turned to face the fireplace, the orange flames dancing in her eyes. Two palms rested on her shoulders, and she closed her eyes when she felt them start to massage her, across her collarbone, blades, and down to her back. She heard the zipper to the back come down, slowly. Soon, the golden fabric pulled at her feet, leaving her in a set of red lingerie. He kissed the base of her neck down the crook of her shoulder, letting her head lull to the side.

"Beautiful..." Zain voice rasped as he started to rid her of the rest of her underwear. Soon, she stood bare in front of him, still with her back against his taught chest. A part of her should have been embarrassed, but the fire in her belly bubbled and crackled with determination. That was, until she felt one hand slide downward.

"Zain...ugh!" She buckled her knees together, locking his wrist in a semi-firm grip.

He smirked. "Already ready."

"Zain, I-I'm..."

"Sssshh," he purred. "It's to help you. Trust me, Yasmin."

She moaned as her legs finally buckled beneath her, causing her to hold on to the arm of the chaise for balance. With aide, she crawled onto the cushions as his fingers continued their magic.

"Z-Zain, please," she gasped. "I-I n-n-need you."

He kissed his way up her spine and toward the base behind her ear. "I'm right here."

In a haze, Yasmin couldn't hear him ridding himself of his clothes and ripping open plastic, slipping on protection. She grunted when he flipped her over on her back and dragged her toward him.

"Oh my god." She gasped. Zain's body was built like a Morroccan warrior, a six-packed lined with definition but not overly done. His biceps were bigger than she thought, but he was the kind of fit she liked in a man: natural, hard, the kind that made her blush. He kissed her once more, molding her body against his. The chaise ricked from underneath their weight, but it held to full support as he crawled on top of her.

He started to lick, graze his teeth, and suck at her collarbone, neck, anywhere he could find. He then trailed his mouth tortorously down her body, earning him a pleasant tune of moans and groans. She was so lost in it, she almost didn't feel a sharp cut into her body.

"AAAUGH!" It was sudden, swift, and full. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the labor breathing. It burned and stung, causing tears to prick at the corners of her eyes.

Zain didn't move, didn't budge. He just ran his fingers through her hair, assuring her it'd be better in seconds. He ran his thumbs across her wet eyes and lifted her slightly.

"It's better," she was no longer in pain. "I can take it."

Slowly, she felt him start to move. He never peeled his gaze away as she interlaced her fingers in his, urging him to go faster.

"Yes, yes, like that," she pulled him in for another kiss. "It feels like Heaven!"

Suddenly, she flipped him over, now atop of him. Zain kept his hands on her hips as she balanced one hand on the arm of the chaise with the other on his shoulder.

"More, more. Zain!"

"Such a greedy, rebellious princess." Zain smirked. With a final jerk of his hips, Yasmin collapsed on top of him, exhausted but satisfied. She lay there in his arms for a few minutes, gathering her thoughts before he slowly lifted her and carried her to the shower.

In the bathroom, Zain shampooed and soaped the length of her body, running his fingers through her soaked main. She soaped the entire area of his back, across his chest before finishing off with his hair. Yasmin pulled his head down and kissed him, molding herself against him.

"I'll never get tired of this."

"I'll never get tired of you, Yasmin. Never."

This was all she needed. He was all she needed.

#romance club #the desert rose #yasmin #zain

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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1K fluff prompt 7 based on your Selkie AU since they are big on smelling like home/the sea/each other

sea dog

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: elvis presley x female reader wordcount: 1393 warnings: mentions of seal skin. me playing fast and loose with selkie myth. jerry is a werewolf. mention of gambling. this is actually tame so i don't have too many warnings. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i don't know if you're the same anon who sent the angst prompt as well for the selkie au but know i'm working on that as well. just taking a bit longer because a certain @prompted-wordsmith helped me brainstorm/get out of my head a little with it so it might be a bit longer than the rest. it should be worth it. but anyway, super enjoyed this and loved writing it so i hope you enjoy it too! this is done for my 1k gala, based on fluff line “mmmh, you always smell amazing!” this is based on/in the same universe as the selkie au i wrote. not required to read it but it makes things make a lot more sense. y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard.

The funny thing about being friends with a werewolf is that they have one of the best senses of smell out of all supernatural creatures and yet- and yet they're also the most easily fooled. Elvis likes to think that's why he never picked up on you smelling like his skin, smelling like the ocean breeze when you were in Las Vegas of all places. If you were gonna smell like anything it should have been Lake Mead. Jerry's excuse, bless him, was that he thought you were another selkie because your scent had been just different enough from Elvis's own still faintly there scent that he wasn't sure. Besides with how you two had danced around and slowly fallen for each other he- he didn't want to ruin that. He hadn't wanted to ruin the relationship he felt that you and Elvis had started to cultivate.

Call him a sucker for epic little romances. Still, nowadays he can tell the difference, tell how without Elvis's skin you don't smell like the sea. You don't smell like an Ocean breeze or anything like that. You smell like a normal human to him. A fact that Elvis disagrees with every time he wants Jerry to make sure things are normal with you when the two of you have to be seperated.

"Whatdya mean ya can't fuckin', Schilling, you got one damn job-" Elvis growls over the phone only to be cut off by Jerry answering with a growl of his own.

"I'm saying it's faint, Elvis. She's still here, but she's probably spending time in her old room, not the penthouse suite. I know you're made she couldn't come-"

"Damn right I am. We get outta Vegas, ain't trapped on dry land and she tells me she'll meet me in Paris? Like I'm supposed t' enjoy London all by myself. Next thing I know I'll be in Venice all alone too. Want t'enjoy Europe wit' her, not alone." Elvis's growl only gets stronger the more he speaks and by the end he's practically barking over the phone. Jerry shoots you a look as he holds the phone away from his ear and rolls his eyes.

"You know she's busy. You love her-" Jerry starts with a sigh before Elvis cuts him off again.

"She doesn't need to still be doin' it and she knows it! She knows I can- I wanna- I gotta treat my seal wife the way she deserves." You frown listening to the way Elvis talks, how it feels like the winds are leaving his sails. "Jus'- jus' feelin' lonely, Jer."

It's then that you almost spill the beans. It's then that you almost spill the beans and take the phone from Jerry and tell Elvis you're going to be in London tomorrow night but that would ruin the surprise so you bite your tongue and watch as Jerry shakes his head.

"I know, EP. She'll be with you in a few days, just- enjoy London, man. It's your first time there performing and for fun. Live a little." He spares a glance at you, noting how you make a face at live a little as he looks at the time. "Shit- I made plans. Listen, I catch her scent again I'll call ya."

Elvis's only response before he hangs up the phone is a subtle yeah yeah. Jerry looks at you once he hangs up and rubs at his temples. "You two are such a pain in my ass."

You shrug, grabbing the last of your stuff to shove into your bag. "At this point Jerry, I think the feeling is mutual with all three of us." You take a moment to sit on the suitcase and motion for Jerry to zip it up. "Help me out, sooner this gets done the sooner I'm out of your fluffy fur and into his fluffy hair."

The flight is exhausting and the next time you reserve the right to ask Elvis to just send the Lisa Marie to pick you up, damn the surprise entirely. It has already been arranged for you to be allowed access to Elvis's room at the hotel he's in purely because you knew you'd likely arrive during a show. From the moment you walk inside the building your own human nose catches a whiff of the sea that's unique to Elvis and a tension you didn't know was inside of you lessens its grip.

The scent only gets stronger until you reach his room and open it to smell what you've come to define as heaven. If you shut your eyes you can pretend you're on the beaches in Hawai‘i with his arms wrapped around you as you watch the sunset. It's a romantic image and one you find yourself pining for as if he's not your boyfriend. As if to him you're already a wife he just has to convince you to say yes to him, to legally bind yourself to him. Still, you miss him and the jet lag combined with that pining sort of feeling inside your chest has to flopping on the bed and passing out before you know it.

You wake up to warmth against you. Warmth and Elvis practically nuzzling your neck, ignoring how sweaty he is and how gross you probably are from your flight. It takes a moment for your senses to return to you but when they do you're struck by how he smells, how it makes you feel like wherever you are is home. Elvis's voice is a mumble against your skin as you turn over to face him, watching as he goes back to kissing and nuzzling your neck. "Smell so good- Missed this- Smell so amazin'. Always fuckin'-"

A giggle leaves your lips before you pull him up for a kiss, ignoring the sweat and the disgust of the grime you feel between you two. "Could say the same for you. Always smell so amazing. Clothes don't compare to-"

There's a glint in his eyes when he pulls away just slightly. "Ya been smellin' my clothes. Been gone for less than a week and ya smellin' my clothes." He teases before nuzzling at your neck again. "Nice surprise ya givin' me here, comin' early. Coulda told me."

"And miss waking up to this? To you acting like a happy wittle seal?" Your own tone is teasing but you mean no malice in it as your hand moves to run through his hair. "I finished early, missed my seal. Figured you deserved to see all this with me."

"Ya stayin' the whole tour?" His eyes widen, because at best you were supposed to stay for three cities, maybe a week at best not- not the whole tour. "Ya ain't- Ya ain't lyin'?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Your answer is simple enough but has Elvis barking out a laugh that you only hear him let out as a seal as you grin when he pulls you up out of the bed and picks you up into a hug.

"I get to travel the world wit' ya. Get t'go swimmin' ev'ywhere with ya. Fuckin'-" His hands travel to the sides of your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. "Ain't gonna be able to tell our scents apart. Gonna feel at home every second."

You bite your lip a little. "That's kind of the point, Elvis. Can't have you getting another seal wife when you've got me."

For a moment he looks hurt until he realizes how your eyes are still smiling. You're joking and he swears in that moment more than any other one he's felt with you he realizes he's in love with you. Not because of any supernatural bullshit, but because you're you, the woman who managed to charm him with matching dresses to his jumpsuits and who got him back his life. He tilts his head slightly before pulling away, grabbing your hand as he does. He hums as he pulls you to the bathroom. "The European girls ain't got nothin' on ya. 'Sides, they ain't as much fun in the shower. Gonna join me?"

Your free hand moves to start undressing yourself as you allow yourself to be pulled. "As long as you don't try and shift. You're a bit of a handful as a seal."

"That was one goddamn time!"

#elvis presley x reader #elvis presley #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #elvis ( 2022 )#austin butler elvis #austin butler elvis x reader #ally's 1k gala #ally writes #elvis presley fluff #selkie!elvis

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firstaidspray · 4 months

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OC Interview!!

Tagged by @adelaidedrubman to do an interview for Reverie. Well, for an oc, but I chose Reverie so this is what you get.

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"An interview? Like, for a new job?" Reverie tilts her head. "I like my job in surgery, thanks. Don't want a job on your team, much as I like hanging around your office."

House scoffs. "Hire you for my team? A nurse? Please. No, this is an interview for a campaign for Princeton-Plainsboro, something about "good publicity." Don't think you're special, I had to do one too."

Rolling her eyes, Reverie takes a seat at the table. "Yeah, 'cause you're the picture perfect example of good publicity, House. 'Kay, so where do I start?"

"Just talk to the camera like a person," Cuddy interjects, popping out from behind said device. "Don't be shy. God knows he wasn't."

Reverie inhales sharply and stares at the camera with those eerily dark, almost-black brown eyes. "Fine. Fire away."

Name: Reverie. No, I don't have a last name. So don't ask again.

Nickname: Rev, Angel, some stuff House calls me that I'd rather not repeat.

Gender: Angel. (House: not a gender!) *sighs* Fine, I'm a girl.

Star Sign: Pisces. Birthday's coming up, you know. The 25th. Just a tip.

Personality Type: The first day of nursing school, they made us do these ridiculous tests, and apparently I'm an INFP. I don't really know what any of that shit means.

Height: 5’1. 5'4 with the halo. Which Cuddy doesn't let me wear to work anymore...

Orientation: Bisexual. And before you ask me for the fiftieth time, House, I've never had a threesome. (House: you're no fun!)

Nationality/Ethnicity: Aussie born and raised, now I'm in New Jersey.

Fave Fruit: Citrus, give me anything citrus. I'll take the limes out your Corona and suck 'em. House, keep your mouth shut on that.

Fave Season: I'm assuming you mean Northern Hemisphere, since I'm living in the great state of New Jersey now. Summer. Chase takes me surfing in the summer, we go to the beach a lot. It's warm. Whatever.

Fave Flower: Everyone around me is convinced this is a subtle psychological influence from playing Metal Gear Solid 3, but star of Bethlehem. House, keep your mouth shut. You can say you're not a video game dork but the fact that you attribute my love for a damn flower to a game is kind of contradictory, no?

Fave Scent: There's this Tyler Candle scent, Diva. I wash all my clothes and sheets in it, light candles of it. I made it Chase's favorite scent, too.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: FUCK HOT DRINKS.

Average Hours of Sleep: I'm a surgical assistant RN on call constantly. Answering this is like playing roulette.

Dog or Cat Person: I love all animals, so I like to say equal. I'm honestly more of a fish person, though. I keep begging Chase for a fish tank. When we get a bigger place, he says...

Dream Trip: Chase and I will return to Australia, and he'll take me diving in the Great Barrier Reef. We'll surf and comb the beach and explore parts of the country I never got to see growing up. Together.

Favorite Fictional/Real Character: Babydoll from Sucker Punch. I'd like to dress as her one day.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: One, but Chase and I each have our own because if we try to share one I always steal it.

Random Fact: House and I race our motorcycles to work sometimes. I always beat him.

House peeks into the frame. "Okay, you may lie to the camera with cute stories about the beach and your little boyfriend, but that is one lie I will not let your smooth-talking, con artist self get away with. I have beaten you at least five times."

"They weren't lies, House. Some people are happy. And..hmm...to be fair, there was a tie once."

"A tie? A t-- no it wasn't!"

The two are about to break into an argument when Cuddy shuts off the camera and says, "Okay! That's enough! Reverie, why don't you take five and go find Chase?"

#my ocs #reverie #tag game #revchase #<- mentioned!!!!

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blackberrywars · 1 year

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Hey :) I've seen your offer and ... yes, I'm equally bored and a total sucker for Kiyan. Fix him for me, if you like. Let him live, the poor boy! Would you?

Thank you so much @do-androids-dream-ao3acc for this prompt!! It was so much fun, even though I got a little carried away.

Summary: While stealing notes to cure the Catriona plague and get out of Velen, renowned sorceress Keira Metz finds a heavily tortured Cat witcher in the basement of Ireneus' lair. He matches the description of Lambert's dead Cat, and because Lambert is an excellent business partner, she decides to bring the stray home.

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Idly, Kiyan hears the heavy metal door slamming open against the wall, and the chains around his body grow that much heavier. The smell is the same. Mages always have the scent of chaos on them, even though he’d pissed himself again an hour ago, it’s still thick in his nose and throat, thicker than ever his footsteps draw closer. If he had the option anymore, he’d vomit, just to cover the stench. He doesn’t, but he can wish. Wishing is still left to him, even as his thoughts break in half, half the time. He can want. He can want, just like he can smell piss and chaos, taste blood and bile, feel his skin on his wrists slowly growing back, edging over his shackles. The mage had told him they would test that next. The pain of hurt and the pain of healing. How fast, how completely. And then pain again, to test it once more.

Pain, all of it, pain.

Pain, that he hears his footsteps stopping, just a few feet away.

He doesn’t bother opening his eyes, just to spare himself the sight of whatever tools and poisons the damned mage has brought with him. It doesn’t matter what he has. Just like he can still want, Kiyan can still know. It’ll hurt, whatever it is. Knives or syringes. Noisemakers to keep him awake or spells to keep him still. A hand wraps around his jaw, and the pain is not there yet. The mage checks his pulse with those unnaturally soft fingers pressed against his throat.

“Holy fuck, you’re alive.”

The voice, feminine and soft, is not painful either, and by some uncontrolled reflex, his eyes snap open. The mage, for it can only be him with that chaos smell, is testing something else now. He must be, because in front of him is a beautiful woman, petite with ash-blonde hair, but she is either a very unlucky whore or an illusion to look the way she does in a place like this. Her clothes —a flat cap, a man’s jacket, pants with a tied codpiece— don’t seem right either, but maybe the bastard just wanted to cover any possibilities. The jacket is still unlaced down to her sternum, but it’s an effort. Not that his dick would work even if she were a man, or dressed in nothing but jewels, or even real. He’s sure the mage will take care of that. Kiyan closes his eyes.

“Nononono, witcher, don’t you dare go out on me!”

A dainty hand wraps around his wrist, another presses on his chest, and he fails to suppress a flinch at the whore’s touch on his raw skin. Where is the mage? He can smell the chaos even thicker, but the bastard doesn’t say anything, and he can only hear the woman’s quick heartbeat. She speaks again.

“Please tell me you are not delirious right now. I do not want to open another portal today, and I simply cannot carry you.”

A portal? Like everything else, his eyes snap open against his will. The whore, or maybe not, has something held up in front of his face, and he almost rears his head back as much as the chains allow before he registers it. His medallion.

She dangles it, almost carelessly.

Kiyan lunges, almost clasping it between his teeth before she yanks it back out of his reach, and he growls. The sound is horrific, matched only by the scrape of his chains as he falls back against the wall. The woman grins, all teeth, and the smell of chaos only grows. Confirms his suspicions.

“Well. That answers that. If this is yours, Cat, then I think I have someone who would very much like to see you. There's not many of you left.”

She’s going to take him. For herself, someone else, maybe another mage who wants to do fuck-knows what to what’s left of him, and energy he hasn’t felt in weeks wells up inside him. When her delicate, pretty hand goes for his wrist again, Kiyan thrashes, pinning her fingers in between his head and the stone bricks. Hears them crunch, and growls again as she gasps in pain. It’s the last thing he hears, before a glow fills his vision and everything goes dark.

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Swearing under her breath, Keira unshackles the unconscious witcher one-handed, letting him collapse on the floor with an admirably small amount of petty joy. He smells like a sewer mixed with a slaughterhouse. Still, he matches the limited description she’s managed to pull out of Lambert over time: Cat witcher, dark hair, green eyes, sharp teeth. Apparently his cock curves slightly to the left, but she can’t be bothered to check right now, especially considering the absolutely filthy pants he’s wearing. Like the rest of his little corner in Ireneus’ dungeon, they’re soaked in piss and blood. So much of the latter that she can’t even tell where all his wounds are. She never thought she’d end up a healing sorceress, but between the stolen notes in her pocket and the state of the witcher, she might have to consider an official career switch. Resigned, she bends down, sighing loudly.

“Ireneus is such a blasted fucking asshole, who comes up with this shit?” Keira hauls him up to his feet, and that’s a bitch too —witchers are all so dense, even one this starved. “Lambert owes me so much.”

Lambert, who has apparently been over-influencing her vocabulary even after two weeks apart, and whose not-so-dead Cat lover just broke her godsdamned hand. Two problems she will deal with at a later date. She’s already wasted enough magic distracting Ireneus and breaking his dimeritium chains, so it takes more energy than she’d like to admit to summon a portal one-handed, but she hauls herself through, right into her and Lambert’s temporary bathroom.

Which is occupied.

By Lambert, which is not entirely unusual, even if the time dictates he should still be in the lab instead of in the tub. But also by the man kneeling behind Lambert, bending him over the edge.

He’s rakish, with dark curls, sharp teeth where they’re digging into her Wolf’s thick shoulder muscle, and, when his one remaining eye snaps to her, an apple-green iris with slit pupils. Her eyes fall to his tanned chest, where, lo and behold, a Cat’s medallion rests. She has a copycat and exactly enough time to not make that joke when the pair reacts. They scramble apart, slipping in the soapy water. Lambert grunts, falling back into the bathtub, and the stranger moves forward, not towards her, but to the half-dead witcher slumped to her hip. He’s lifting the Cat from her arm before she can stop him. Despite the bloody grimace on his face, Keira can’t help but notice how damned tall he is, towering over her even more than Lambert does. The bastard doesn’t even look at her though, eyes fixed on the witcher clutched to his chest, roving over his injuries.

“Oh fuck, Kiyan, what the hell did you get yourself into,” the witcher cradles him higher, with a jiggle that absolutely emphasizes how naked he is, “How long has he been out?”

“Shit, that’s a fuckup of Eskel proportions,” Lambert catches up, takes a closer look at Kiyan, as he’s apparently called, and curses, running a hand through his thinning black hair, “Lay him in the tub. Keira, where’d you find him? And what the fuck happened to your hand?”

He leaves before she can answer his questions, or the copycat’s, and she can hear him jumping down the stairs down to the lab, probably to get supplies. For his part, the copycat obeys, laying Kiyan down with broad, gentle hands. And then he stares at her. He has a distressed tilt to his eyebrows, but his eyes are as brilliantly green as Kiyan’s and much softer —Lambert must have explained a few things before they started fucking, which is definitely a plus. Still, it’s awkward to say the least. His half-dead…… brother? If that was how Cats called it, his half-dead brother lay between them, and Aiden might have been gone, but he had, technically, had Lambert first. Not that she was so attached to the witcher to be upset about it, because that would be ridiculous, but losing has never been her strong suit. She leaves that to Triss.

She talks first.

“So, I suppose I can safely assume that Kiyan is not Lambert’s dead Cat lover?”

“He better fucking not be,” the copycat glances down at his brother, “Dead, or Lambert’s lover. That’s our job.”

“Hmm. You don’t mind sharing?”

“I thought I would, before. But I think you’ve been good for him when I couldn’t. I owe you for that —baby wolf doesn’t trust easy. Do you mind?”

“Not yet.” She gives him another look up and down, confirming that yes, his cock does curve left, “………baby wolf?”

Lambert chooses that exact moment to barge back in, still naked as a jaybird with a box of vials in one hand and his witcher-bag in the other.

“Aiden, you did not just fucking tell her that name.”

“Oops.”

Keira grins, and turns back to the body in her bathtub. Lambert crouches by the edge, and she can spot the shine of oil in between his round ass cheeks. They might have to revisit that later. Once Kiyan is handled probably, because in the daylight streaming through her window, he looks horrific and smells worse —Lambert and Aiden’s noses must be burning with the combined stench of stale blood, infection, and filth. He’s not broken anywhere as far as she can tell, but his shoulders and knees are all dislocated, and he’s missing the skin on his left arm up to the elbow. His neck has puncture holes running up each side. Half his head is shorn close to the skull, but she can still see the lice crawling through it. He’s still asleep, and she thanks her desperate magic for holding through.

“Well.” she says wryly, flexing her wrist, “I’m sure one of you strapping lads can clean him up while I fix this hand, can’t you? I don’t think he’ll be happy to see me. And you’re already dressed for the occasion.”

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“He should be awake now.”

The words filter in through Kiyan’s foggy brain, and it takes him longer than he’d like to admit to recognize the blonde mage’s voice in them. He fights not to move. She still smells like chaos, but there’s something covering it, like she’s standing behind a veil. It’s sweet, and it doesn’t hurt. Keeps his breathing even. He can hear two more heartbeats, both slow and even, and there’s no chains weighing him down. He’s clean, dressed in a long, soft tunic. Underneath him, he feels fine linen sheets on a straw and feather mattress, but he knows better than to trust it. The pain is still there. His eyelids don’t flinch, until another, familiar voice piles up.

“He is,” Aiden drawls, talking like the kit hadn’t died five years before, “Open your eyes, jackass. You’re safe.”

Still half-fearing an illusion, he does, and beside the sorceress is the little shit himself, wearing a smile that reaches all the way to his one remaining eye.

“Wha-”

His voice cuts out into a hacking, painful cough, and Aiden moves beside him to rub his back. His fingers brush his skin, and that doesn’t hurt, and then over bandages of all things, which does. Kiyan can’t see the wound under Aiden’s black eyepatch, but the scar cuts into his nose, taking a chunk out of the bridge. He’s still a pretty bastard though, because of course he would be. Aiden. It feels good to turn that name over in his mind, knowing that the kitten is alive and more or less intact. Beside him is someone Kiyan knows would agree, which is just as surprising as it isn’t. Lambert looks better, looks fucking wonderful compared to five years ago, when he’d come to the Caravan with four swords on his back and eyes like black pits.

“Yeah, there you go. Your ribs are still pretty fucked, but Lambert and Keira here fixed you up alright. And you not talking would do all of us some good.”

“Fuck you.”

His voice comes out raspy, but it’s there, and it doesn’t hurt so much that he can’t take stock of himself the way he would after any job gone south. All nine fingers, even if his left hand burns with every shift. Ten toes, all accounted for. His shoulders and knees hurt like a bitch, but they move. He looks over to Lambert and the blonde mage, Keira, and sees both of them staring at Aiden. All three of them smell like sex. Explains the lessened chaos.

“You can thank them later,” Aiden says, “And before you ask, Guxart doesn’t know yet. About you or me, so we’re going to have to pay him a visit as soon as I trust you on a horse —he can’t skin both of us alive.”

“Fuuuuck……… How long until that, nurse?”

“At least two weeks, but I’m no nurse.” Keira pipes up, rolling her hand, the one he’d broken, “You’ve been out for three days, and if Lambert wasn’t so paranoid, we wouldn’t have had the potions to keep you stable.”

“I’m still fuckin’ alive though, aren’t I?” and an eye roll comes from the witcher in question.

“Like she said,” Aiden rolls his eyes even harder, “Eat some soup, you look like shit.”

Kiyan accepts the bowl Aiden presses into his hands. The wood is smooth against his calluses and warm from the contents —rabbit bone broth filled out with onions, garlic, and bread. Soft, simple food, the kind of meal Guxart had made for them as sick kits, and the kind that Aiden’s Mettinan tastes would never tolerate now. He’d made it though, from the smell in his hair. Kiyan smiles. His mouth feels dry as a desert, and he takes a mouthful, careful not to spill it when his left arm trembles. He’ll be alright.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 2 years

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Alrighty, I'm curious, soo here it comes:

How do the people around Skz!pack - e.g. the guys at their universities- react to their relationship-dynamic? Are there people around them that are jealous of their dynamic? Has there ever been a problem, e.g. rumours about certain pack members made by those people?

(@author nim: sorry for such a long question, I'm just a sucker for drama haha)

Love,

Kim :)

"I'm a sucker for drama." Hyunjin raises a hand, as if answering a question for the class. His face sours, brow furrowing. "But everyone else's. From very far away. I don't wanna be involved. That just makes me hella stressed."

"Ironic." Minho remarks dryly, not looking up from his phone.

"I think most of the personal drama that surrounds me has to do with me being a female alpha." You muse. "People on campus automatically assume I'm omega until they get a whiff of my scent, I guess because of old stigma or something?"

"She gets hit on a lot." Felix nods, glancing over at you with a slight smile before he continues. "Until she scares them off."

"I always worry about the omegas on campus when they don't have their scent blockers." Changbin admits, his arm slung loosely around Hyunjin's shoulders now. "People can be creepy at the best of times, and sometimes the alpha frat guys push the line a little too far-with omegas especially-for my comfort."

"Ah yeah." Chan is nodding now, brow furrowed, lips pulled into a thin line. "One time we had a particularly nasty run in with one of the football captains. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"He did after I showed up." Minho's eyes are fiery, his arm slipping around Felix's waist protectively. "Asshole never gave Felix a problem again."

"Thanks, hyung." Felix murmurs, nuzzling against the older boy's scent gland for a brief moment, purring contentedly in his chest.

"A lot of people judge us for forming a pack and mating so young." Jisung points out, looking more serious than you've seen him so far. "I know personally I get a lot of snide, judgmental comments on that."

"Yeah." You agree, shooting the beta an affectionate, comforting smile. "People don't really get it. They think we should've finished college and gotten our lives together a bit more before settling down."

"Especially me." Jeongin pipes up, waving his hand around, as Felix dodges getting smacked in the face by the younger omega. "I had just graduated high school and turned 18 when the pack found me."

"You can't pick when you find your soulmates." Changbin shrugs nonchalantly.

"Wolves don't do well alone." Chan shrugs as well, glancing around at the nodding packmates. "We need a pack to really thrive."

"We've had our fair share of ex drama too." Seungmin rolls his eyes, hand firmly in Jisung's. "They usually seek us out just to make a scene when they find out that we're mated now."

"One time, the cheer captain asked me if my mating mark was a birth mark at basketball practice." Jeongin grins, breaking out into giggles. "I didn't wanna explain it to her so I just told her I got burned by boiling water as a kid."

"Oh my god." You laugh, picturing the scenario, before clapping your hands in sudden remembrance. "One time one of my professors was lecturing about innate vs learned biology, and he asked our class what they thought an example of learned behavior was and one of the guys-who had some sort of unknown pissing contest with me I guess?-raised his hand and looked directly at me, before he said 'I would say a learned behavior, and correct me if I'm wrong, professor, would be bitch alphas thinking they can do everything male alphas can do.'"

"Damn." Jisung shakes his head in disbelief.

"Anyway." You go on, trying not to laugh now. "I think my professor was stunned? He like, kinda didn't respond right away, and so, holding eye contact, I just said simply, loud enough for all the class to hear, 'you're wrong.' And went back to taking notes."

Jeongin laughs, clutching his sides. "Bad. Ass."

"God, I hate the general public." Minho sighs out, rolling his eyes. "And about 99.9% of our university's student population."

"We know." Felix giggles, and Minho shoots him a glare, but it doesn't hold any bite, as he ruffles his hair and pulls the omega to him affectionately.

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hrodvitnon · 1 year

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Dialogue challenge! :) Abraxas!Abraxas meets Shi AU!Vivienne.

(I'm going with the version where Shi!Vivienne becomes Titanus Athena!)

Abraxas!Monster X: You smell... human. You've met with a strange fate, haven't you?

Shi!Vivienne: Well. Don't you look ominous.

Abraxas!Monster X: Wait, you... are you me? Or, half of me...

Shi!Vivienne: Half of you?

Abraxas!San: ...you're another Sister!

Shi!Vivienne: San?! *lunges, grasps Monster X's face* Oh my god, San! That's you, isn't it?!

Abraxas!San: Um...

Abraxas!Vivienne: ...right, this is... getting a little weird. But if you're another me, then surely my San is not necessarily your San.

Shi!Vivienne: ...no. No, you're not, are you. My San is dead.

Abraxas!Vivienne: Oh... god, I'm so sorry.

Shi!Vivienne: *long sigh* Suppose we get used to it after a time, people dying around us. Often by our own hands, like swatting mosquitos.

Abraxas!San: ...the blood scent is strong on you. You've heard the Old Noise?

Shi!Vivienne: Damned racket drilling into my brain. Does it ever go away?

Abraxas!San: In time. How many have you killed?

Shi!Vivienne: Enough for a good chunk of the world population to want my head on a pike, and I can't blame them. But I don't want to lay down and die just to give them closure; Mothra put a lot of work into fixing my sorry arse.

Abraxas!Vivienne, fondly: She takes such good care of us.

Shi!Vivienne: Tell me something. Does this new existence get easier?

Abraxas!Vivienne: Not really, no. You'll miss so many things, especially the little things. Someday we may end up forgetting a lot of them. But you're not alone - you're never alone. You still have friends in Monarch, and some new ones among the Titans if you're feeling adventurous.

Shi!Vivienne, cracking a smile: Shall I go chat them up over tea?

Abraxas!San: I've never had tea! But it sounds nice!

Abraxas!Vivienne: God, I miss tea... but I don't see why you shouldn't. They're all ancient, and I suppose like many who grow old as the hills, some of them may get lonely. Don't be a stranger with them, eh?

Abraxas!San: I think you'll like Rodan.

Shi!Vivienne: I mean... well, so long as he behaves himself...

Abraxas!Vivienne: Come on, if I know me then I know you're a sucker for bad boys in leather.

Shi!Vivienne: Ha. Well, who knows...

Abraxas!Vivienne: Yeah.

Shi!Vivienne: Hey, before I go... San, can I do something?

Abraxas!San: Oh, yes! What is--

[Shi!Vivienne crashes into Monster X and hugs them tightly.]

Abraxas!San: ...oh...

#zerm1v0hg #abraxasverse #shi au #monster x!graham

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bylightofdawn · 4 months

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WIP Sunday

I almost didn't bother to post this because I've been feeling very....bleh and uninspired to write lately. I'm writing the end of chapter 39 so I'm inching slowly towards the end. I don't know how people are going to react to it. I don't know how I feel about it myself. LOL I'll have to come back to it in the editing phase and see if it's going to stand but right now it's definitely kinda a bittersweet sort of ending. And I'm at heart a die-hard sucker for a happy ending.

Of course, I am planning on writing at least two other sequel fics here and they will be SHORT and not unreasonably long. So everyone will get their happy ending there.

Not a whole lot of context required for this scene. Just Jaster and Detective Yoan having their lowkey Rick and Captain Louis Renault from Casablanca final meeting/uneasy departure from one another. Whereby Yoan politely asks Jaster to leave his planet and never come back. 😛 It's rougher than usual, I just have little mental and physical energy. Still wrestling with side effects from that damned ozempic which has pretty much wrecked my every Sunday this whole month. SO don't judge it too harsly.

“So what can I do for you, Detective?” Jaster asked neutrally as he eyed the younger man over the edge of his mug. The scent was too tempting, and so he risked taking a sip from the mug, knowing the liquid was going to scald his tongue, and sure enough, it was still piping hot.

But the need for caffeine and sheer stubbornness overruled common sense and Jaster swallowed a couple of gulps of the way too hot caf and suffered the sensation of it burning a path down his throat with a grimace.

“This is a follow-up in regards to our conversation a little over two months ago in which you and a suspected unknown amount of people carried out a tactical operation against a suspected Death Watch compound in Sector G-17.”

“I recall participating in a legal bounty hunt and collecting the bounties of six known Death Watch terrorists, all of whom had death marks and whose warrants were capture dead or alive. I also recall the successful capture and two additional members of Death Watch who were delivered into CFS custody by my men later in the day.”

Yoan shot him a dark look across the desk, and it was clear that still stuck in the man’s craw, something fierce.

“Yes, well, I found some concerning holes in your story, Mand’alor. However, in light of the Death Watch attack on the Jedi Temple and in order to not cause any further intergalactic incidents, the Coruscant Security Force believes that the matter has been resolved. However, a formal complaint against you has been logged with the local Bounty Hunter Guild due to the recklessness of your actions on that day. You did attack an occupied residential building, Mand’alor.”

“I am aware, Detective. I also recall there were zero civilian casualties reported.”

The man’s jaw went tight as he clenched it in open frustration. “Only through sheer dumb luck.”

He growled and honestly? Jaster felt a pang of regret because he understood the man’s frustrations. Keth Yoan didn’t seem like a bad man and in point of fact, compared to most Republic authorities he’d come across, he seemed like a honest lawman who wanted to protect the citizens of Republic City.

The long-buried Journeyman Protector inside of Jaster could sympathize with his frustration because he’d been in his boots once upon a time.

“The Bounty Hunter Guild reviewed the case and your license to conduct bounty hunts within Coruscant space has been suspended for one Galactic standard year. At this time the CFS will not be pursuing any further charges, consider this your legal notice served.”

With that, he slid a datapad across the desk towards Jaster.

Jaster was almost impressed at the balls on the man who when thwarted by his own superiors, decided to go that extra petty mile to lodge a formal complaint with the Guild.

“Consider me duly notified.” He said, unable to keep the bemusement out of his voice as he picked up the pad. All things considered, he had no intention of collecting any bounties in the near future, much less in Coruscant space. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of returning to this planet anytime soon. I’ve had my fill of Galactic civilization.”

“With all due respect, Mand’alor, that is the best news I’ve heard all week.” Keth said, his tone indicating just how much respect he held for the other man.

“I understand, Detective. I’m sorry for any frustration this has caused you.”

“Was it worth it?” The younger man asked suddenly. “All the people who died for your bloody crusade against Death Watch?”

“Compared to how many would have died if those bombs had gone off successfully? The children who would have died? Yes. Call me a bastard if you need to, but it was worth it when I compare the number of people who died compared to how many others would have if Death Watch’s plot had gone off. But don’t think that those deaths don’t weigh on my conscience all the same.” The dark-haired Mandalorian’s expression was grim as he set his mug down on the table.

“Good, they should,” Yoan said bluntly. “It’s been my experience when people in power start to forget the cost, especially when it comes to people’s lives, then that’s a slippery slope that inevitably leads to some truly monstrous actions.”

Jaster studied the detective silently for a moment and found himself almost wistfully remembering his own days as a Journeyman Protector. Life had been a lot easier in so many ways and he’d been so damned green at the time but he’d had that same fire within his heart and determination to right the wrongs of the universe.

His people like to tease him about being just as ridiculous and idealistic these days, but that idealism had definitely been honed by bitter sacrifice and the hard truth that sometimes, you couldn’t help a shitty situation. No matter how hard to tried, there just wasn’t a good choice and sometimes you just had to choose the one that caused the least amount of heartbreak and harm.

And then, you had to learn to live with yourself and your guilty conscience afterwards.

He could see the jaded knowledge in Keth Yoan’s eyes but the younger man hadn’t had that idealism fully beaten out of him just yet.

He wondered what sort of man he would be in a decade. If this job’d break him or if he would be forced to compromise his moral certainty to survive like so many other older, more jaded law enforcement officers.

“I am lucky that I have plenty of people around me who would stop any despotic leanings I might demonstrate before I got too out of line. But your point is well taken, I appreciate your concern, Detective Yoan.”

That actually seemed to amuse the younger man because his mouth twitched with an ill-concealed smile.

“I had noticed. Thank you for your time, Mand’alor.”

“Of course, keep up the good work and stay safe, Detective Yoan.” Jaster said as he climbed to his feet and walked the younger man to turbolift door.

They didn’t shake hands but they did exchange civil nods of acknowledgment which was about as good as they could get considering their somewhat thorny relationship.

#wip sunday #el writes #seeds for the future fic #fanfic snippet

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captain-kinda-trash · 2 years

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okay, so, I’m in LOVE with your work xoxo.

i’ve never requested anything before (so I hope I’m doing this right >_<) but I would love to see a super feminine/girly reader x Raph Drabble or something? anyway ily and your writing! i wish you nothing but best sweetheart! 💗

OHMYGAWD YES. ANYTHING FOR YOU, BEYONCE, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE WRITINGS TOO EEE!! You're so sweet!! 🥺❤ Anyways-- Raphie coming right up!! I'm trying extra hard on this one just for you <333 thank you for the request!

Cute (Bayverse! Raph x Hyperfem! Reader)

[prompts ~ Bayverse! Raph] i also have a prompt list if you're interested!!]

Poor Raphael doesn't know what it is about you that he finds so damn attractive.

Well... He does actually. However, why, he couldn't exactly tell you.

When Mikey mentioned his new friend who worked for the pizza delivery services, Raph was expecting some angsty teenager, that spent their time loitering and skateboarding around abandoned buildings, so he hadn't given your name much thought.

But oh, when you walked into the lair, peeking cutely from behind a towering stack of pizza boxes (a "peace offering", you called it, "to make new friends"), Raph's whole world changed. Frilly skirts, dresses, fluffy sweaters, anything someone could consider feminine, you wore.

He thought he liked the idea of someone with a badass demeanor, who wore leather jackets and stompin' boots, had tattoos, and didn't take shit from anybody. But when you greeted him with a dimpled smile and the faint scent of your vanilla lipgloss, Raphael's perspective changed fully.

Suddenly, instead of fighting and kicking ass, the turtle wants to knit you a soft pink cardigan to match that pair of heels you were wearing last week.

Instead of ordering pizza and takeout, Raphael wants to help you bake and cook, and wear one of those frilly, lacy little aprons, just to match you and watch the cutest smile spread across your face.

He's a sucker for when you ask him to pick you up, to sit on his shell while he does at least 20 pushups. It gives him endless amounts of butterflies when you marvel at his strength, seated atop one of his biceps with your legs crossed daintily.

And when Raph has the chance to make you his, you can bet your ass he does.

He obsesses over watching you do your makeup while you sit in his lap, the way your tongue sticks out in concentration up close to the mirror and helping you pick out your clothing for special occasions.

Raph gets excited watching you walk into the lair each day with a new outfit that brings out your eyes and smile.

Self-care days are his absolute favorite, and he'll never admit to his brothers how much he loves when you give him a face mask and scale-friendly skin treatment.

You're just polar opposites that fit together so well. Frilly and girly, small and sweet, next to a mountain of scales and muscle and a kick-ass attitude that tempers off when you kiss his cheek gently. Raph loves showing you off, and feeling flustered when you do the same.

You take care of your Raphie (an affectionate nickname only you can call him), and he takes care of his princess <33

[there you go!! I had WAY too much fun writing this one!! hope it lives up to your writing, and that it was what you were hoping for!!! thanks again for stopping by with a request, it means everything!!! <333]

@raphsgrl

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014 #x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph #fluff #request #writing prompt

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punzbby · 2 years

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Omg pleaseee make a soft, gentle version of this post Omg I would dieee

i'm a known sucker for soft!punz... so ask and u shall receive, angel!

warnings: afab!reader, soft dom!punz, oral sex, unprotected (be safe!), light namecalling (daddy, pretty girl, good girl, anything else i might have forgot), slight dirty talk, just a quiet night in with punzo <3

this is kinda long, im just obsessed with writing rn :$

all acts are consensual; talk to your partners about your kinks and boundaries! stay safe out there <3

you hadn’t seen punz in a while. you’ve both been busy; him with work and meetings, and you with your school work. to say you were both under a lot of stress would be an understatement. that only made your desire for him rise even more. he knew how to calm you down and make you feel better, and you did the same for him. whenever you needed him, or vice versa, he was only one call or text away.

so, when he calls to tell you he has the day off, conveniently on the same day as you, excitement builds in you immediately. you invite him over – because we all know his apartment is basically empty – for a cozy night in, ordering food for the two of you & getting your favorite movies ready on the tv. you and punz weren’t together, not officially. the chemistry was there, the bond and the passion; neither of you had the time to dedicate to each other. so you settled for one off nights like these where you could show each other how you felt; no strings attached.

pulling on a hoodie that punz left at your house last time he was here, you make yourself comfortable on the couch while you wait for him to arrive. of course you never expected sex from punz, but you’d be damned if you would ever turn it down. your relationship is complicated as is; just two best friends who occasionally fuck and are absolutely in love with each other but will never say it because it would never work. getting lost in your own thoughts, you don’t even hear punz come in and gasp when you see the man in the corner of your eye. “god, at least say something!” you huff with a laugh, a dramatic hand pressed to your chest as you stand to hug him. “i’m sorry, baby, you didn’t know i was coming?” punz teases, his arms pulling you into his chest as you bury your face in his neck.

taking in his scent, you can’t help but sigh into the comforting warmth, his hands softly rubbing at the small of your back. “missed you.” he breathes, his own eyes fluttering shut as he feels the stress from all his work finally leaving him, even if just for a moment. your heart swells at his admission, pressing a gentle kiss to the pressure point in his neck which makes him groan just the slightest bit. “what happened to just relaxing on the couch?” the man prodded, his hands trailing down the swell of your ass, squeezing just the slightest bit. a smile covers your lips, pulling back to look up at him. “who said we couldn’t relax? you’re the one making it all spicy!” you laugh, dragging him to the couch and pushing him down onto the soft plush.

punz makes himself comfortable on the couch, knowing damn well where this was going. he relaxed into the cushions, his legs spread and head tilted up to look at you. allowing him to tug on your wrists, you were pulled down onto him, straddling his lap as you watched him innocently. “how am i gonna see the television like this?” you hum, arms lacing around his neck, his hands gripping onto your hips. “you’d rather watch television?” punz asks, his breath hitching in his throat as you bring your mouth down to kiss and nibble at his exposed neck. “fuck, god damn..” he breathes, gripping your hips with more force, grinding his hardening cock up into you. you moan against his neck, grinding your hips down against his to create even more friction. the last thing on your mind was television, actually. it was just so much fun to mess with him. he plays along so well.

you continue your assault on his neck for a few more moments, relishing in the sweet noises coming from him. shifting yourself around to crawl off of his lap, you’re on your knees on the floor in no time, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. punz’s pupils are blown as he looks down at you, his cheeks flushed slightly red; he’s so used to taking charge, he never gets to relish in the simplicity of just being turned on. he thinks that he might finish in his pants just from the way you’re looking at up him with your big eyes through your lashes. “you’re so fucking pretty, my good girl.” he breathes softly, a hand coming down to lace in your hair. he smiles as you push your head into his hand, eyes fluttering shut at his comforting touch. punz made you feel so secure and comfortable, you loved being here with him. you finally tug his sweatpants and boxers down at the slowest pace, noticing how his hips buck up into the air, desperate for some kind of stimulation. “come on baby, use your pretty little mouth, yeah?” he gasps as your hand pumps him, biting his lip to hold back his moans – they were breathy, whiny, and quite frankly made him sound pathetic. leaning forward on your feet, you licked a stripe up his shaft, eyes never losing their contact with his; the way his head lolled back at the sensation was heavenly, you’d never miss that.

in the next second, his cock is completely down your throat, nose pressing against his stomach as you listen to his drawn out moans. looking up at him through dark lashes, his head is thrown back, brows furrowed as he uses the hand in your hair to move you up and down on his cock. “so fucking good for me, take daddy’s cock, fuck – that’s right baby.” he praises, never letting up his grip in your hair. it takes a few minutes of gagging on his cock before he’s nearing his orgasm, his stomach visibly trembling as he gets closer to the edge, the familiar heat spreading throughout his body. he gets right to the edge before you pull off, leaving him panting and slamming a hand into the couch cushion. “motherfuck, why!” punz cries out, chest rising and falling rapidly, wincing when you place yourself back onto his lap. you reach behind yourself to line him up with your pussy, beginning to sink down on him with a soft whine. “want you to fill me up, that’s why.”

that’s all it takes to get him thrusting up into you with no remorse, strong hands gripping your hips to pull you down to meet his own thrusts. usually you would do the work but today, today punz wants nothing more than to fill you full of his cum. his breaths are shallow and moans are falling freely from both of you. it feels like he might be literally splitting you open with his cock, but my god, it was like you saw heaven. one look at you and punz realized how close you were, one hand coming down to rub your clit in quick circles. “you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” he questioned, drawing long whines and moans from you, your eyes rolled back nearly all the way in your head. he loved when he got you here; desperate, shaking from pleasure, and unable to even speak. “gonna cum, fuck, fuck!” you cry, finally reaching your high and pouring out over his cock, your body shaking as moans came from deep within your body. punz fucked you through your orgasm, not letting up on his thrusts or the way he was rubbing your clit; he loved the way you clenched around him after an orgasm – your pussy throbbing around his pulsating cock. he groaned out at the new pressure, pulling you close and panting into your neck as he finally reach his peak, spilling himself all inside you.

he panted as he held your shaking body against his, his cock still firmly inside of you as you both came down from your highs. punz only began to stir when he felt you move, hands running soothingly up and down your sides. you, on the other hand, had become putty in his lap, basically. you clung to him tightly, head buried in his neck as you came down and caught your breath. somehow, the simple nights like this where he holds you in his lap are the more intense ones. they make you realize those feelings you try to hide so deeply. and still, here you are, a mixture of his and your cum leaking from inside you, flushed red down your neck from how hard he had made you cum from just a few words. it should be criminal for someone to have that control over you. you wouldn’t change it though; nothing feels as good as him.

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