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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 🥴 maybe they’d be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?

(Because I’m in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I haven’t come across anyone with whom I’d like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)

I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this ❤️🕊️

Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost they’re a virgin while things are about to go down.

A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust. I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have – he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side – not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further. Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience… it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things – with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader ❤️❤️❤️ much love 😘

Simon Riley was a one of a kind man.

He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him.

Simon was not only sturdy and mature – he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.

Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.

And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.

Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him.

After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.

A bedrock.

With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.

After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.

In real life, things were not that breezy.

Because what would he say if – no, when – you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two?

What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth?

It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then… Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.

He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.

Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the same–if not greater–fervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.

And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was.

He felt safe.

In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects.

Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?

You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth?

Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone.

Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm.

Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.

Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside.

. . .

Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth – and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You should’ve known it was only a matter of time with him.

The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.

"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy.

You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck.

"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.

"Don't be. This has been fun."

He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest.

"But it's about time I torture you, right?"

Oh God…

Things happen so fast that it’s hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.

He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when it’s time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.

He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant.

His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him – against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.

The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.

"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. He’s a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.

"Yes," you try to assure him – a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.

"You afraid…?"

"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.

"Mm. That makes two of us."

He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient.

Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this… giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy.

He’s a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.

"Alright… Come here."

He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. There’s no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide.

The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power… It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding.

You feel both lost and found with him. In him.

He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for – and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.

Shit… You need to tell him – and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.

"Simon…?"

"Mm-hm?"

He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.

"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.

Great…

Here comes the awkward.

He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.

"Is that so?"

His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.

"Yes…?"

A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch.

"Love… Are you sure you want to do this?"

Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.

He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower.

He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.

"Sweetheart."

His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheart…

"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.

"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.

"Now… listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you don’t wanna do."

You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met… You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal – not until now.

He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.

"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.

I want you.

You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.

"You want it?"

"Yes."

That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“You want it with me?”

“Yes.”

"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody – and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.

"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.

"Well, in that case…" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."

Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear.

His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.

"Oh–"

He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on – you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.

"You like that?"

"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.

"That's it…" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."

You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.

"Simon?"

"Speak your mind, love."

"Are you disappointed…?"

He stops again, a breath away from you.

"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disa–"

He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he's…ardent, and very, very serious.

"Love, I'm honored."

You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.

"Silly little thing…"

It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.

You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.

"Look at that… All wet and sweet for me already."

The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is – he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so close…

"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"

The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside.

Oh God oh God–

You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough… not nearly enough.

"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"

You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen.

"Yes."

#ghost x you #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #ghost imagine #ghost fluff #is this too soft?#is there such a thing as too soft #omg I think I'm part of the Ghost babygirl crew now #i accept my fate #also no beta we die like men

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miniversse · 19 days

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Can you please do a Seungmin version of best friend’s brother where they both confess after y/n’s bday party and wake up from a one night stand?

⭑“whispered wishes”⭑

⭑ seungmin x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol seungmin, non-idol reader, unestablished relationship, readers birthday, best friends brother, confession, mentions of drinking, masturbating (reader), unprotected sex, releasing, squirting.

⭑ note: anon did not fail me with this one i loved it so much. i’ve placed a dash indicating the beginning of the nsfw content (long build up because the whole situation needs to make sense.

⭑ minors dni

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the sky is painted with orange and red strokes, and the pool water in your hair begins to dry down as you take in remnants of the sun. you hear a faint voice approaching, singing happy birthday. you turn to find your best friend holding a cake with sparkling candles, grinning from ear to ear as she continues to sing. this moment would be cherished forever, and so would seungmins glares from behind…

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do all of this” you lift your sunglasses to your head, admiring her choice in design.

“hello? remind me what day it is?” you both chuckle, taking bites of the cake by the poolside and chatting about your new life ahead.

the scorching water of your best friends shower soothed your tense muscles, and you were anticipating the moment you’d plop onto the mattress. you’re mind jumps to the glares of your best friends brother, seungmin. he was extremely hot and he knew it. he would always linger around the pool, walking back and forth trying to get your attention, and it sure as hell worked. everytime you’d come over. there he was in all his glory either by the poolside, coming back from baseball practice or lounging around. he looked good doing everything, and he turned you on everytime.

your fingers move down slowly as you consider whether you’ll regret this decision or not, but you’re fingers wouldn’t stop. they moved down, and rub at your aching clit. the pressure of the water help intensify the pleasure, placing a hand on your mouth to muffle your moans. you fasten your pace and move to your vagina, curling your fingers inside of you while thinking of how he would touch you, kiss you, and talk things that grace your ears only. your orgasm crashes and you whimper his name quietly, hoping no one would hear you…

you tip toe to your friends room only to find her passed out, snoring like there’s no tomorrow. you quickly slip on an underwear and a night dress, tip toeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. a tall figure stood in the dark kitchen, looking outside the window.

“h-hey” you hesitate in ignoring whatever thoughts he was in, but you didn’t want to startle him.

he turns slowly and makes eye contact with you, dragging his eyes further down. his eyes move slower on your bare legs, and he shoots back up to look at you.

“happy birthday” his voice was calm and quiet

“oh, thank you”

“no worries, how did it go?”

“good, we swam, tanned, had cake, made a wish, drank a couple of beers. about it.”

“what did you wish for?” he cocks his head, seemingly curious as to what you hoped for, but telling him would result in loosing your friend, and potentially him.

“shouldn’t wishes be kept a secret?”

“not if you whisper them. i wanna know”

“are you sure? i don’t want the wish to be cursed.” you were making up excuses as your heart paced, but he approaches you and turns to let his ear brush against your mouth.

“tell me”

you swallow and do as he asked.

“i wished for…you” he turns to face you, not moving his face back. he grins from ear to ear and moves to whisper in your ear now.

“everytime i see a shooting star, i wish for you too.” his voice was so quiet, and made your body tingle. he moves to face you again.

“i really like you y/n. i hope you feel the same”

you let your actions talk, and you lock lips with him. the back of your mind is concerned about your best friends reaction, but you’re too far in.

he brings your legs up to his waist and cradles your ass as he walks up the stairs and into his room. you’ve never been in his bedroom, and you hope it won’t be your last. he drops you on the bed and shuts the door, taking his shirt off on his way back to you.

“this is a birthday gift no one can get you, only me”

his fingers trace the strap of your nightgown and he brings it down, slipping you bare. his eyes fixate on your chest and he pulls your underwear down, leaving you exposed to him. his eyes were like flames, leaving hot trails everywhere he looked.

he mutters “fuck” below his breath, and he lets you bring his sweatpants down which his growing bulge protruded from. your fingers caress his torso and you let them tiptoe to the hem of his underwear, exposing his thick length. your hand goes at him, pumping him slowly before he abruptly stops you.

“i said its your birthday gift.” his voice was stern and warm at the same time.

his body towers over yours while he guides his member to your wetness. he looks into you one final time before pushing inside of you, quickly moving his hand to your mouth to muffle your moans. he stretches you with his long cock moving further inside of you, his tip nudging you and moving back. his grunts get collectively louder with your muffled moans. he picked up his pace inside of you, causing the bed to squeak every now and then. you bring his hand down to take a breath.

“s-she’s gonna hear us-s”

“i couldn’t care l-less.”

he spits on his fingers to bring them down to circle your bud, still the overstimulation made your mind fuzzy, and you grab onto his forearm for support. you still haven’t processed that seungmin is getting you laid, but it felt ethereal. his mouth is gaped open, trying his best to muffle his grunts and whimpers. you feel yourself getting closer to coming, and hustling length jerking inside of you hinted it was the same for him. his hands from your mouth to your chest, grabbing on and teasing your nipple. if this wasn’t multitasking, you didn’t know what was.

“you come first pretty girl. promise?”

you nod, your eyes squinting shut as you try to contain the speed of his dick slamming into you, his fingers rubbing at your clit and his hand grabbing at your breast. your body gives in, your release coating his dick and you’re squirting lands on his torso. you gasp at the sight of him covered in your fluids, and you apologize repetitively. his groans override you as his fluids fill you up, making a mess of a scene.

“was i that good of a fuck pretty girl?” his panting slows down and his head falls on your chest, catching his breath.

“fucking hell seungmin” you felt empty without him inside of you. he places a kiss on your neck and moves the strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

“happy birthday y/n”

you woke up to the sound of your friend shouting your name. she’s been looking for you everywhere. but you were in another world, cuddled by seungmins body after a night of wonders. you rush to put your nightgown on again and creak his door open, looking left and right before running to your friends room.

but there she stood, hands crossed and eyebrow raised. your body froze.

“oh god y/n, you should’ve told me you were fucking my brother. i looked for you everywhere”

“good, morning?”

she throws a pillow at you and you laugh, running away from her grasp.

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yongislong · 1 year

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back scratching + dreamies.

genre: fluff AAAAGH, suggestive? i can never tell lmao nonidol!dreamies

note: no cws just tooth rotting fluff, tysm for requesting anon! i hope you enjoy this... word vomit pfft. not proofread im studying GAHH

mark... adores it when you scratch his back. never knows how to ask for it though HAHA. melts every time you do it. especially likes it when you do it to him before bed or as a way to let him know that the sun has risen. its one of the moments in your relationship that is most intimate if that makes sense? he finds comfort in sitting in silence with you after a long day, as the scratching noises break through the silence in your shared room :")

renjun... is so ticklish. honestly prefers to do it to you but he cant help but curl into your side whenever you scratch his back even if he's practically convulsing under you from how much it tickles. will flat out ask you to do it, but he always needs to be in a specific mood since it doesn't happen often! usually asks for it on days where he's been hunched over his computer for a long time and his back is in more pain than usual

jeno... human cat fr. LOVES it when you do it especially if you have longer nails. he feels recharged and it always helps him fall asleep so fast. if you wear fake nails OH MY GOSH he will never ever stop asking you to rub his back, its become a nightly routine after the first time. he will do it to you sometimes but he always falls asleep so quickly that it bothers you pft, his dead weight lands on your back when its only been 10 minutes. likes it when you scratch his abdomen too. just likes feeling your nails rake over his soft skin

haechan... makes it a game LOL. has you write words on his back and he takes his turns trying to guess the phrase you wrote or guess the letters you're tracing. gets SO excited when he guesses right and pulls you in closer. asks for it without words. will always rest his body on your lap and you know that's your cue to get to scratching. the biggest content smile is plastered on his face, even in his sleep! likes it when you scratch closer towards the small of his back since thats where most of his pain is, or so he says lol

jaemin... so so so kind my babygirl. it kinda just happens. he's resting his head on your chest and his big broad shoulders are in perfect view, its kinda hard not to scratch his back esp when he sleeps with no shirt on. so tempting. his skin is so soft and he MELTSS. also likes to play games with you, especially one night when you traced a heart on his back and his pulse SOARED. makes it a point to grab your wrist and tuck your hand under his shirt or drape it along his bare shoulders whenever he wants it from you. also falls asleep really fast. ticklish around the waist OOP

chenle... wake him up with back scratches PLEASE. i feel like he ends up facing away from you during his sleep so in the morning, raking your fingers up and down his spine softly jolts him awake and its so cute. always acts like its his first time on earth when he wakes up btw LMAO. enjoys it so much. prefers if you use your finger tips because he gets itchy whenever you use your nails HAHA. he's so domestic though. he acts like an old man who's been with you for years. grumbles about how nice your fingers feel until his rant is cut short by his snoring

jisung... god he is so. that boy is a Child. truly the most genuinely nice and pure soul. if you were to ever scratch his back, i think you would feel how he would physically sink into the mattress or couch. has never had a partner before so is pretty timid about asking for back scratches but he really really enjoys them. always insists that he return the favor though! clings to you like a koala. makes it a point to make this a ritual since he finds such fun in it. helps him calm down on nights where his anxiety or nightmares are bad. can't help but get flustered every time you dip your palm under the collar of his shirt

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fatuismooches · 5 months

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Hi hi, it's me muzzle anon again ! How are you? I hope you are doing well, also sorry for this long rambling-

I juST remembered that when lyney and lynette were announced (?) some people thought that they would be One playable character, so I immediately thought how fragile reader and dottore being one playable character lol

just switching between them when you do a charge attack like furina's ability but instead of just color palate changing, a whole new person gets on the field lol

It's fun to imagine what their voiceline would be :]

Especially if we imagine that the only reason you would switch would be because they are in a fight when changing so the voicelines would be worried and/or intense?

And also fragile!reader being a support character and dottore being a DPS would fit the whole "we only need/have each other" mindset going on ?

ALSO ALSO when you add them to your team they could come into the screen dancing? Waltzing into their section then standing close to each other <3 evil couple being cool vibes

Their idle and voicelines probably would be still the same ?, talking as if the other is not there but maybe one special idle is like that one twirle/dance (?) idle from honkai star rail with Clara and Svarog? OH and Clara stumbles in that idle and svarog catches her , makes sense since fragile reader stumbles while trying to dance too so Dottore catches them by their waist and smirks, sharp teeth full display

...Also you know how characters has voicelines for hits/ damage? Reader and Dottore could have voicelines for warning each other to be careful, especially Dottore getting very worried when reader takes a heavy hit but when it comes to other characters he just goes scara mode maybe worse than, "Why are you even here?" or similiar to xiao going, "Weak."

(And maybe reader comparing the character that took damage to Dottore, praising him while degrading them gently lol <3)

Tho I'm not really sure how the teapot would work lol maybe there would be an option to switch them like you switch from night to day lol OR they automatically change when it's day/night I imagine that fragile reader would like the day time more and Dottore night, because he is a shady guy (and also because when he looks up to stars he remembers the Akademia days he had with reader and how they used to also stare at the stars <3)

With them being considered one character, now they are together forever <3

Sorry for the long message again <3 also english is not my first language so sorry if some parts seem weird I just rambled a lot without checking since i got very excited of the idea of a playable reader after the last post ehehe anyway hope u and everyone has a nice night/day!

- muzzle anon

OH MY GOSH NFKFEWFE I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MUZZLE ANON... ugh fragile reader and Dottore being playable is so real!! And i too remember that about the twins!! man that was really long ago huh? Anyway...

I ADORE the idea of them switching while doing a charge attack!! omfgrfwfr I can just imagine reader doing a dramatic, fancy pose and then it switches to Dottore rolling his eyes at your antics and adjusting his gloves... ugh he loves to indulge you, doesn't he? And hear me out too: instead of pneuma/ousia... two different elements/weapons too. They're just meta like that 😌 and extra supports who? Bennett? Nah, we don't need him. Reader is all the support Dottore needs to one-shot everyone <3 I imagine Dottore is the one who tries to hoard the screen time (he prefers to fight instead of you, he's worried about you pushing yourself too hard, but eventually he has to realize that he has to let you do your own thing too... he's hella overprotective still)

THE ADDING THEM INTO YOUR PARTY ANIMATION... CHEF'S KISS. I like to imagine reader is the one who tries to take the lead in this stuff :) Because even though they're still sick they're better than before, so they want to take advantage of that as much as they can and show Dottore how much they've changed :) You pull him into the frame of the screen and he twirls you around as you fall back into his chest, hands still intertwined :3 (traveler looking at your dramatic asses) AND THE IDEA OF DOTTORE CATCHING FRAGILE READER DURING THEIR IDLES...... UGHREGR WHY DO YOU BLESS ME WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. Reader trying their best to hide their lousy skills from Dottore so they can get better on their own, but nope! You should have known that your husband is always watching you, nothing gets past him! He catches you by the waist only to pull you back up with ease and spin you around flawlessly, chuckling as you stumble right back into his chest.

Dottore would straight up not care at ALL about the other members if they got hurt 💀, I imagine he'd only speak if anything happened to you, or he'd be condescending about how useless they were 💀 reader is similar but they're nicer to others, like if a fellow Harbinger got hurt, they'd worry, but if it was an Archon or someone that annoys them, in general, they'd just laugh at them (and receive little to no healing)

In the teapot, I like to imagine they have two separate bodies there when you place them, so they just always stand next to close to each other. When you talk to either of them, both of them will end up having a conversation with you. Also, when you make them specific furnishings they like each of them and will comment on the other's tastes lol (Dottore - makeshift lab, you - cozy Sumerian room)

"Huh, will it kill you to put away the research? You do not need a lab in the teapot, dear."

"Oh, but I do, [Name]. How else will I make your medicine?"

"Ah... sorry about that. How about you come to my room later so we can relax?"

Traveler: ...

They are truly the embodiment of do not separate.

UGH I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM!! 😭 let's not forget the matching skins... you and him in the Akademiya's uniforms again ;) AND DONT APOLOGIZE MUZZLE ANON!! I LOVE THIS AND LONG ASKS!!

#smooches talks #muzzle anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #playable reader <3 #i just love them so much oh ym gosh #i cant dance for shit but!! they're just elegant like that!!#well its more like dottore is elegant. ur just trying ur best #but yes. i imagine fragile reader enjoys the day because they havent felt the sun warm them so nicely in so long #and the teapot is the perfect temp... they love it!

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myoongiverse16 · 1 year

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Hi theree, can I request a Hunter x female reader where the reader want to cuddle but hubter doesn't wanna cuz it's hot and his senses and stuff, but he eventually gives in? Sorry this is so cringe😆

Can I Be Your Pillow?

A/N: Thank you so so much anon for my first request! I’m sorry it took so long! Life has been super crazy! 🥹 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You and Hunter have confessed to each other but nothing has happened. You don’t have your pillow you love to hug anymore. Hunter takes that as an opportunity to get closer to you.

Genre: Fluff upon fluffffff

Warnings: some mutual pining, cuddles and kisses 🥰

Mando’a key: Osik=Oh Sh*t, Di’kut=Idiot, Dank Farrik=Dang it

It was a normal day on the Marauder. Normal meaning multiple missions that put your lives at risk. But that’s just how it was being in this squad and you knew that. It’s what you loved about this weird group of people called a family. You loved the danger, adventure, and company of others. But there was one in particular whom you loved spending time with the most.

You couldn’t help but fall for the stout and stoic man. As much as you loved his build and attractiveness, the reason you were head over heels was because of his soft demeanor on the inside.

You couldn’t help but notice the wall he built when you first met, that slowly crumpled away as you got to know each other. He became more vulnerable around you, showed more care when you were put in danger, and gave you words of affirmation when you felt inadequate. And when Omega came into his life, you fell for him more as you saw him care for someone as though they were his own.

When you both finally admitted your feelings for each other, it was more of just a mutual “liking”. After that, not much happened. This saddened you because from all the research and daydreams of romance in your head, you pictured already kissing and hugging Hunter.

To your dismay, none of that had happened in the two weeks since you’ve confessed your feelings for each other. Also, you were confused as to what you were anymore.

Were you still friends? Were you more than friends? Were you dating? Were you not dating? If not, did you want to be dating? You had no clue and you didn’t really want to bring up the awkward conversation of formally asking him if you were in fact a couple. You were torn. So, you made small attempts to flirt with him.

It started with you subtly brushing your hand against his when you handed something to him and when you walked alongside him. Then you would nudge him and smirk at him. For some reason, those didn’t phase him.

So you tried verbal attempts. You threw in some, “looking good sarge.” As well as a few winks and you often put your hand on his shoulder as you stood over him when he would sit in the cockpit. None of that had worked.

However you did notice one thing, he would flinch and stiffen up every time you touched him. It was very subtle but you noticed it.

This confused you. Did he not like you anymore? Was it something you did or said to him? Did you make him uncomfortable? Gosh, that was the last thing you wanted. But, surely he would confront you if he didn’t feel the same, right?

Wrong.

Hunter all this time had watched you from afar, even before he had confessed his feelings to you. Too afraid to touch you, afraid his senses would get in the way of a potential relationship. So, he observed. And gosh, did you radiate a scent that drove him crazy. When you had looked at him and touched him, he flinched because he was petrified.

But, he secretly loved it. That feeling, the brush of your hands, the nudges, made him feel nervous and fiery. It got much worse when you started to flirt with him verbally. You never noticed but he would turn and become a blushing mess. His hands would get sweaty and everything would just become so kriffing hot.

He could sense how you felt about him from those stupid attempts to flirt that actually worked. He was just too much of a coward to admit that he felt the same way. How much he wanted more. Until one fateful day.

You had just finished an excruciatingly painful mission that caused you to be on the run constantly and all you truly wanted was to rest.

But, once you laid down on your bunk, you knew something was missing. You had always had an extra pillow on your bunk, but since Omega had arrived, you had lended it to her. This pillow was purely used for snuggling and it was gone.

You sighed, sat up, and pursed your lips. Looking around the Marauder, everyone was fast asleep on their assigned bunks. Everyone except the Sergeant you had come to adore.

Dank farrik.

Letting out a huff, you quietly made your way to the cockpit, as to not disturb the other sleeping figures. As you had thought, Hunter was sitting in the pilot’s chair watching the blue streaks pass by.

“Something on your mind?” Osik. You rubbed a hand behind your neck as Hunter spun his chair around. You cleared your throat.

“Yes, actually,” you bit your lip. “I-I was wondering if you had um, a spare pillow?” You mentally slapped your forehead at your stuttering. You had worked with this man and his crew for almost 6 months now and you were nervous? Di’kut.

Hunter raised a brow thinking the same thing. Does she not like me anymore?

“Sorry, I gave mine to Wrecker,” he furrowed his eyebrows. “How come you need another one?” You looked down shyly.

“Well, I, you see…” you sighed. “I need it,” You looked up at him. “To fall asleep.” He nodded his head.

“Oh.” There was an awkward silence. You sighed and was about to leave the room when Hunter cleared his throat and stood up abruptly.

“Hey,” he bit his tongue, contemplating. “Could I be your pillow?”

Your eyes widened. Where the kriffing hell did that come from?! Hunter even surprised himself with that statement, he didn’t think he had the guts to ask you.

“S-sure.” You mentally facepalmed at your stuttering yet again. He smiled at your response.

You spun around and walked to your bunk, your body warming up as you could feel Hunter’s presence behind you. You stopped at your bunk and turned towards him. You bit your lip.

“How do you plan on doing this?” He chuckled nervously. You noticed a hint of blush creeping up his face.

“Well, I, uh,” he cleared his throat. “I figured that you just needed something to, uh, hug. So, I am offering myself as that something.” You stifled back a laugh at his awkwardness. You smiled.

“Well, okay.” You plopped on to your bunk and shifted against the wall, making sure there was enough room for Hunter. Hunter stiffly laid on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.

By now his senses were out of control, you were right there. You smelled amazing, as always, and he could feel the heat radiating off of you. This made him sweaty and he couldn’t bear to look you in the eye.

You on the other hand were just happy that Hunter finally made some sort of move on you. You played with your fingers then finally turned to him.

“So….” You smiled nervously. He turned to you and chuckled.

“Umm…how do you want to do this?” He asked. You giggled.

“I was actually about to ask you the same thing.” Hunter breathed a laugh and smiled. Gosh, you loved that smile. The laughing ceased and you stared at each other for a few awkward seconds.

That is until, surprisingly, yet again, Hunter made the first move. He hesitantly reached his arm towards yours. He began to gently stroke your forearm, getting used to the feeling of touching you. You watched in wonder as he moved his hand to your waist. He finally looked up at you and you stared into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled and pulled you closer to him. You were shocked, your dreams were practically coming true right before your eyes. You gently placed your head on his chest and looked up at him in astonishment. He looked down at you. When you thought nothing could get better, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. You reciprocated and he placed his left hand on your face to gain better access.

When you two finally pulled away, your faces were both completely red and hot. You stared at him for a few seconds then placed your head in your hands and breathed a laugh. Hunter chuckled.

“What is it?” You peered behind your fingers and smiled.

“Nothing, I just wasn’t expecting that.” He laughed. He moved your hands away delicately and placed both of his around your face.

“I actually wasn’t planning on this either,” he frowned. “I’m sorry I’ve been kind of distant. I just wasn’t sure how my abilities would deal with being so close and intimate with a person,” he paused and smiled. “But now I know that it makes me feel incredible.” Your smile widened.

“I understand, thank you for telling me.” Hunter looked at you with complete adoration.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. He held onto you like there was no tomorrow, but at the same time held you like you were the most precious thing on the planet. He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“Thanks for letting me be your pillow.” You could hear the smile in his voice. You were very satisfied that you found a new pillow to cuddle.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years

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A little too much love

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Summary: Your boyfriend can't resist you or your wish to wait until marriage, which leads to him having to take drastic actions.

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship; Non-con; Roofies/Drinks ampering.

AN: This one is for the anon the requested it, so sorry but i accidentaly deleted your ask so i have to post it like this. Hope you guys enjoy this.

More at Masterlist

“I don’t feel so good, Peter.” you whine, feeling quite light-headed and dizzy. Felt like the whole world is spinning, making you lose balance. Peter is quick to grab your arm, stopping you from falling.

He wraps one of his arms around your waist, tightly securing you in his hold. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s all okay.” he mutters, pulling you towards his room. It was way easier to slip one of those magic pills on your coffee than he initially assumed. Of course you trusted your boyfriend, Peter never gave you any chance to doubt him. The caring and respectfull boyfriend. Well, until now, that is.

As soon as you reach his room, he gently drops you on the bed, watching as your eyes can barely keep themselves open. He sits next to you, his eyes greedily taking in every feature on your face as his hand caresses your hair.

“Gosh, you’re pretty, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend.” he slowly whispers, bringing his face closer to you and burying it in your neck, his lip trailing kisses on your warm skin. So soft.

You’re so gorgeous and yet so stubborn sometimes. Did you really expect Peter to wait till marriage to finally have you? He did consider keeping his promise, at first, but you’re so tempting. Too tempting for him to resist. His kisses start aiming lower, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Peter? What are you doing?” you groggily ask, but Peter only shushes you. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” he replies, his lips never leaving your skin as he positions himself above you, carefully straddling your body.

His answer seems to awaken something in you, even though you barely have the strength to fully open your eyes. Your hands try reaching to stop Peter, just as his own hand begins to wander around your body.

“No…Peter, please.” you start begging, only to have his lips crashing against your own, effectively shutting you up. He easily overpowers you, ignoring all of your weak whimpers as he starts removing all your clothes, quickly followed by his.

It happens so fast and your mind is so fuzzy, coming in and out of consciousness that you only realize that his naked body is pressed against yours when you feel a hardness against your opening. Peter sprinkles kisses all over your face, spreading the salty tears that don’t stop falling.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he declares, his eyes focusing on your own as a wave of darkness starts taking over you. You start losing your senses as he starts pushing inside you, the pain being only a small reminder as you pass out, but not before you hear a last sentence.

“I love you so much.”

#dark peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere marvel #dark!peter parker #tw: noncon #@mrsdarkandyandere7

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strkyoo · 8 months

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Hi !

It is My FIRST time requesting, sorry if I don't explain myself, can I request shy!lynette x energetic!fem reader ? Where Lynette is slowly falling in love with reader who is Lyney's new friend ?

Thanks You !!!

— lovely solitude

PAIRING ; shy!lynette x energetic!fem!reader

IN WHICH ; ever since you moved to fontaine, lynette always spends her time with you and her brother. yet she feels… something oddly cozy when she’s alone with you.

NOTE ; ANON … youre the first person to make a request AND TYSM FOR THE REQ <33 and i hope this one’s actually make sense and not rushed, im so lack of plot + writer’s block IS SO ANNOYING GHGRHHRRHGHREGH

// FLUFF — her feeding sum stray cats awawaw and there’s nothing much tbh, might be ooc — wc ; 852

ever since you arrived in fontaine several weeks ago, you met some random skilled magician named lyney and his twin sister, lynette. they were… unique, as twins, to say the least. you love their magic shows very much, it has made your first day in fontaine even more colorful and has given you a good first impression.

seeing from how you interacted with the twins, you’re way more close with lyney than lynette—considering her being so quiet and rarely muttering any words. that doesn’t mean you don’t like her though, you still like the twins equally.

as usual, you walked around the court of fontaine, trying to find some perfect time to chill after doing a lot of tiring work. you swing your arms a little, humming one of your favorite songs while looking here and there to admire the scenery.

it was pretty quiet, maybe some people were resting in their respective homes after their hard work today.

you looked up to the blue sky, a smile dancing on your lips as you saw several redcrown finch flying high on the sky. they looked very free, flapping their wings and flying to and fro freely makes you somewhat envious.

as you kept walking around the court of fontaine, a soft meow caught your attention. cats? you thought as you shifted your gaze to the ground, spotting someone familiar crouched down, feeding the stray cats.

you tilted your head to have a better access to them, and turns out it was…

“... lynette?”

lynette flinched when you called her name, almost scaring the stray cats off. “gosh, s/o…” she sighed in embarrassment, fixing her current position.

“oh, sorry! i never thought you were the one who feed these stray cats,” you chirped, stepping closer to lynette and crouching beside her, watching the stray cats eating the wet food lynette just gave them with a huge smile.

she nodded. “it’s… one of my hobbies. i really like seeing these poor cats eat until they’re satisfied.” she admitted with a sheepish giggle, extended her arms to reach the stray cat’s head and scratch it carefully.

your eyes sparkling at how extra gentle lynette is when it comes to those stray cats. “you’re so gentle with them!” you mumbled, shifting your gaze to her and smiled again.

you reached the stray cats to pet them just like how she do it, trying to be as gentle as possible. you didn’t want to scare them away after all.

“anyway, what are you doing here? where’s lyney?”

“he’s… i don’t know, he’s gone to do something, i think, and i’m here for… feeding these cats…?”

your smile widens even more as you hear the way she talks, it’s really adorable. you leaned closer to her and touched her cheeks, your fingertips brushing against the soft flesh, trying to fight the urge to pinch it.

“…?”

she furrowed her eyebrows, confused and flustered at your sudden gesture. her pale cheeks now being decorated with a soft, rosy blush. “wha… what was that for…?”

“for you being so goddamn cute.” you stuck out your tongue, your smile now covers your eyes completely. but you quickly realized what you’ve said. wait, what the fuck did i just say to her?

you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand as you moved away and sitting on the ground. why would you say that in the first place? that was embarrassing! cold sweat is now running down your forehead, feeling panicked and anxious.

“... ahem. please, forget what i say—”

but it was too late. lynette is already a blushing mess. damn it, what did you just do? what if you accidentally broke her? what if she complains about this to her brother?

lynette made a fake cough, standing up from the ground and fixing her short ruffled skirt. “i … have to go now. see you around, s/o.”

“but, wait—!”

you tried to reach her, but it was all vain and useless. she’s faster than thought, and you swear you could still see her visible flushed mess face even when she’s getting more far from this place.

your gaze locked on the ground, regret began to fill your heart. is she uncomfortable? did she find you as a weirdo now? you didn’t know, so… you decided to ponder it for a while.

another note ; part 2?? also dyk when i posted this my battery was already 1% and i immediately fell asleep?? yeah now you do :3

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo.

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 5 months

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Yesterday we confirmed that Louis, at almost 32, is more handsome and good looking than ever.

Oh my gosh I didn’t see this ask until now.

Anon, I’ve been a fan for 8+ years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Louis so beautifully happy and relaxed, so in control, energetic, optimistic ever.

Grief is different for everyone. I suppose even if it doesn’t show on the surface, one never really “gets over it.”

Grief lingers. The person we remember may inspire, guide, encourage, and give hope, but we never stop grieving, and it is the hardest when the world turns its back on you.

It’s also hard to live in silence and bite your tongue when you’re a public figure, and you read headlines and lies about yourself constantly, or are taunted by the industry’s mouthpieces.

Somehow Louis transcended his hard years and emerged a positive and radiant human being. That’s the miracle we’re seeing.

I saw so many people on Twitter change their PFPs the minute the pap photos dropped. Louis is simply that beautiful— a hoodie, jacket, jeans, and baseball cap make him look like a certified movie star. You get the sense that he likes himself again, he’s enjoying his life, and he’s ready for big things.

I’ve never been so hopeful and happy for Louis. I know he’s a millionaire and privileged etc., as people say, but I simply can’t look at his experience and not feel admiration for what he’s achieved, for the fandom he’s created, the care and compassion he’s shown, the care he teaches his fans to show to others. It is truly teaching by example.

Louis is gorgeous.

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tanith-rhea · 1 year

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Hiii btw I love your fics, your writing is exquisite🤞🏾.

I'm exited that you are accepting Miranda Hilmarson request soo. I'm obsses with playing dangerous by Lana del rey, can you do or use the lyrics for do a fic with Miranda. I was thinking about a conversación between reader and Miranda in their police car, and R flirting making Miranda nervous ahha. The song is so good for this.💗

Atte: scorpio anon

Playing Dangerous

While watching your ex’s house burn, a police officer approaches you for questioning. You just wanted a bit of attention after a bad breakup and didn’t expect to be struck with lust at first sight.

Word count: 1.2 k Authors note: Ok, this has been on my asks forever and I'm tremendously sorry for that, scorpio! I hope you can forgive me. Also, the gif was very loosely chosen, I just wanted something spicy ;) Important addition: Miranda is not uncomfortable with reader's handsiness, just flustered.

You sat in the grass of the median, between bushes of red roses the board thought would bring a classy feeling to the condominium complex. In front of you, Travis’ house was at its peak, from now on the fire would only grow a small amount before starting to die out. The second bottle of your dad’s expensive whiskey sat half-empty on your side.

In the distance, you heard the sound of a siren. How the firefighters hadn’t already arrived was beyond you, but the police were apparently on their way.

Rather surprisingly, it was only one car, and from it, you heard only one person exiting. Was your hard work really not worth a bit more? Your broken heart deserved more than one pathetic cop.

“Good night!” someone approached you, “Was it you who reported the fire? I was informed the house was empty and am here to make sure it stays that way until the firefighters arrive.”

“Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer,” you comment immediately. You could sense her moving around you slowly, taking you in. You were drunk and wanted attention. If a police officer was all you got, you would play your cards accordingly.

“So, it was you?” upon your silence, she gave up on waiting for your response, “Have you seen any strangers in the street lately? Someone lurking or acting weird?” her voice was soft and soothing. You thought, rather unprompted, that it would be incredible to hear her whisper in your ear.

“No, this is quite a peaceful place to live, no one acting strange,” you said, gazing fascinatedly at the flames swirling up in the sky, creating beautiful and menacing figures. He deserved it, he set a fire in your heart only to discard you so now you would watch his house go down in flames just as well.

“Alright…” her tone changed. She sounded careful, almost fearful, you couldn’t help the thrill it sparkled in your chest, like a delicious pain of pride. “And would say you are involved, do you think?” did she think you didn’t know what you were doing?

“No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure.” You gave her your sweetest voice, getting up to see her for the first time. She was much taller than you, her eyes bright pools of blue reflecting the flames behind you. “The house was already on fire; I swear I'm not a liar.” You knew your smile gave you away, but you didn’t care if it meant going anywhere with her. God, she was hot.

“Right,” she was sceptical, but decided to entertain you, “And are you ok?”

“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.” You gave her a bashful smile, biting your lip and surveying her up and down. “Tell me, do you always work alone so late, officer?” the word sent shivers through your spine. Her taken-aback expression was the cutest thing on earth, and you wondered if she would be so shy in another setting.

“Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” You tried to hint at your transparent clothing, she seemed to inspect you carefully for the first time and swallow a comment.

“That won’t be a problem, miss, we’ll give you things to wear. Please come with me.” She said and, out of nowhere, you saw her produce a pair of handcuffs. Did she distract you all this time? Huh, point to you.

“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you asked as she made you turn around with strong hands on your upper arms. You looked over your shoulder at her and she made direct eye contact with you.

“I’m afraid I do.” And with a click, she swirled you around and you were looking at each other again.

Looking at me, then suddenly;

She was so breathtakingly attractive. It felt like a hurricane in your stomach every time your eyes met hers. Her strong grip on your arm carried you to the back of her car and you were swimming in lust.

“Will you join me here?” you said as she forced you down in the seat, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything, I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

She eyed you with some suspicion but slid to the seat at your side. You didn’t move too much to give her space, and your thighs were pressed together.

“I’ll ask you some questions but we’ll have to go through a formal interview at the station.” She said, getting a small recording device from her breast pocket.

“Uhum, that’s fine.” You agreed, leaning your head closer to her. “Tell me, officer, do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger.”

“I’m not…” she started, then looking at you she stopped. Was she considering your flirting? She was definitely checking you out, you could tell.

Again, she swallowed, but you were close enough now to listen to the motion. You wanted to lick her neck.

“You’re not?” you prompted in a husk.

“I’ve never had any girls…” she was flustered. Was she a horrible cop or was this just your lucky night?

“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating one?”

Outside, the flames were getting higher, and with them your desire to ravish the well-put-together, adorably shy woman beside you.

“It's kind of exciting, don't you think?” you whispered, boldly getting onto her lap in a straddle.

Then suddenly she pushed you onto the seat and left the back of the car, closing the door loudly.

When she started the car, you saw the firefighters arriving through the window. Well, there went one of your entertainments for the night.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

She didn’t say anything else on the way to the station, didn’t look at you from the rear-view mirror. Paid no attention to your flirting.

If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the fire.

You might get what you desire, love is strange; sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;

I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;

I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane.

You knew your dad would pay for your release. He would let you spend the night in jail to “teach you a lesson”, and then you’d be home again. It was always like that.

When you were walking out the next morning, you saw the officer from the previous night. She was leaning on the front counter with a few papers, no one seemed to be paying attention, so you approached her.

“Did you think about my proposal?” you whispered close to her, and she jumped. She only looked at you, confused. “C’mon, I’ve been bad, but I swear what they say it’s true… I can be a very good girl.”

She was silent for a while, and you thought she would tell you off when she tore a corner of one of her papers which already contained her number.

Another point for you, you thought, leaving with a spring in your step.

#scorpio anon #answered request #miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #female reader #we're kind of a spoiled brat in this one #but it works

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bropunzeling · 3 months

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Since you say you love to chatter, I hope you don't mind being asked a few questions :)

what's a scene/detail/piece of dialogue etc that you really wanted to include in [fic of your choice], but you couldn't find room for? here's your chance!

if you had to write an epilogue (or sequel!) to any of your fics (that you are NOT currently planning on writing an epilogue for), which would it be and what would happen?

for the ships you're currently writing about (and have written for in general), is there usually one character you like more than the other? (will you tell us who? has it ever changed?)

what's a ship/fic idea you want to read about but don't want to write yourself? maybe somebody will be inspired!

share anything you'd like about a wip!

aw thank you anon! especially for the opportunity to procrastinate on working on my current wip :) answers under the cut:

some dialogue that i ultimately cut from the spain scene in marriage bets where they were having tapas (originally there was going to be ALL this flirting over the tapas and then it went on too long so i got straight to the questions):

"You're not going to eat that?" "Hey, I tried it." "You're so American." "It's the texture--" "Such a wimp." "I'm sure plenty of people aren't into eating octopus." "Uh-huh."

if i had to write an epilogue or sequel:

oh gosh. i think a lot about the one where marriage bets matthew and leon get married for real for real, with suits and their families present and everything. it WOULD involve matthew finally telling brady that he was not, in fact, the first tkachuk to get married. the other one i think about is, of course, rat baby in a cup. she reigns eternal.

is there a character in a ship that i like more than the other?

i think it's hard for me to enjoy a ship where i don't actually like one side of it! that said, there are definitely characters where i find it much easier to get into their headspace than others. i've probably said this before, but leon is such a straight line thinker and so easy for me to get that for a long time it was hard for me to try and write anything from matthew pov because his is a little more twisty-turny. they're both equally complex! but it requires different skills to get the effect i want, which is normally the pov character not having a clue what the other one is thinking. it's a lot easier to have leon misreading matthew than the other way around. except now of course i've written a lot from matthew pov so finding my way back to leon pov has been a challenge.

a ship/fic i want to read but don't want to write:

god what DON'T i want to read. lmao. i would love for someone to write a good achy jamie/trevor post-trade fic. i would love for someone to write a long slow friends-to-lovers matthew/sasha fic! i would REALLY love a brady/quinn future fic. especially if it features divorced brady. i feel like future fic especially is a trope/concept that i just feel less comfortable writing so whenever someone else writes it i eat it up with a spoon :)

share anything you like about a wip:

well the wip is going SO SLOW and is VERY HARD for me because im challenging myself by writing a slow burn and cant rely on sex scenes to do the chemistry work for me this time rip rip. but here is a wee snippet:

“Draisaitl. Tkachuk,” Coach says, gesturing at the starting line.

Leon gets ready, bracing his stick over his thighs. He’s already raced Jordan and Gourde—beat Jordan, beat Gourde—but he hasn’t had to go against Tkachuk yet. Hasn’t had to do much of anything with Tkachuk yet. Yesterday they were at the other end of the line from each other, or opposite sides of the rink. It had lulled Leon into a false sense of security.

Now, though, Tkachuk is watching him with that way that he has, like—

One time, while making kebabs, Leon got a splinter from the bamboo skewer under his nail. It hurt like a bitch, had him cursing for five minutes until Jenna told him to stop squirming and tweezed it out. The splinter had been miniscule, almost impossible to see, and Leon had wondered how something so tiny could be so aggravating and painful, would make him do anything just to get it to stop.

That’s how it feels when Tkachuk looks at him. How it’s always felt. Like his gaze is digging in under Leon’s skin, until Leon’s entire body is red and inflamed. It makes Leon want to scratch at his shoulders, his chest, until he can finally tear Tkachuk out.

#ask #thank u anon! very sweet to let me ramble to you

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stackthedeck · 2 years

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Hello! I have come asking if you can do a fic rec for superbat pls? Idk I you do this on tumblr or only on tiktak but either way love your content wishing you a good day! 💖

I AM SO SORRY this has been sitting in my askbox for ages anon I hope you see this!! Like I adore superbat but I was really into them during my phase of not bookmarking anything so I had to dig through my history lmao

Exclusive by rotasha- one of my favorite superbats fics, the slowburn, the mystery around the identity, the angst about keeping secrets, Bruce struggling with being a parent for the first time, Clark bounding with Dick, UGH I LOVE IT

Interview with a Batman by Mithen- God I love Journalist Clark Kent and Batman being soft bro they make out in the batmobile it's so good!!

A Sense of Identity by DaaroMoltor- they start dating before either of them reveals their identity god the angst is off the charts!! And oh my gosh they're both written so well with all their different facets of identity

That Which We Call a Rose by arysteia- I love the way it jumps through time and explores the dynamics of a love square with two people and all the ways their lives intersect

Man of Steel, Man of Heart by capsicleonyourleft- there's so much to love in this fic but I want to give a shout-out to the fight scenes because yes that is exactly how batman is supposed to fight and I want to drill it into the heads of anyone that makes a batman movie and BRUCE HAS A COMPETENCY KINK

Stuck in the Middle (With You) by TheResurrectionist- batfam shenanigans and Clark is there to witness his stepkids (anything with the tag Tim v Damian: Dawn of beating the shit out of each other is excellent lmao)

#asks #fanfic rec #superbat #superman #clark kent #batman #bruce wayne #surprising lack of e rated fics on this list #if y'all want the weird about superman's powers rec list I got you #but like not everyone is into tentacles and heat so you know

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do you think once giann returns/is saved he would take over as the pax ceo or he would ask marius to keep running it? bc i get the vibe that under any other circumstance he would not want marius to endure that stress and he knows how much he dislikes it (i mean marius literally does everything in giann’s name and says he wants out once giann is back!). But I can also see that mhy would throw that whole thing at us where giann is like “bro… you’ve run it so well. better than i ever could… you should continue as the ceo…”. obviously we Don’t Know what will happen in canon so in terms of your personal headcanon, what do you think?

oh my gosh anon, the “bro… you’ve run it so well. better than i ever could… you should continue as the ceo…” is something i never thought about and hATE SO MUCH NOW THAT U MENTIONED IT AJHFVJKDS I NOW HAVE ONE FEAR!!! hyv for the love of god do NOT go that route. i'd rather hyv just kill giann instead of that.......KIDDING

but oh gosh i really hate that scenario because my personal headcanon and ideal hope for if giann ever returns is that he takes up CEO mantle again, i agree with you!

though my personal hc differs though in the sense that....i also think giann kinda liked his job before he went missing. he didnt like how itd take too much time away from time he couldve spent with marius, he didnt like the very slimy environment of corporate backstabbing, but he liked heading Pax. he liked making it better than it already was.

i think this because:

1) i just think its neat!

2) austin has noted that giann is different from himself and from marius (said in a scene in marius' sweet chapter 4). he and marius tend to be more closed off, keep more of their cards close to their chest, are less trusting. meanwhile, giann was described by him as somebody more emotional and even naive.

and yet in spite of that, canon has showed us giann did a tremendous job heading Pax during his run and was wildly praised by the public for his leadership. so he was different. but different worked. he was dang good at whatever he was doing. i think giann's Difference in how he operates in the business world is a fitting change to the cycle of wariness and endless distrust that made austin and then marius The Way They Are because of the business world, itd mean a more open and transparent future for Pax

....and also because giann would wanna relieve marius of the role that hes been carrying for years

like i know that in a sense, giann taking pax back isnt as ~subversive~ as marius continuing to head it. but idk.....from what i know of giann—both his immense love and protectiveness over marius and his own objective success at being CEO—i would quite dislike it for him to go “bro… you’ve run it so well. better than i ever could… you should continue as the ceo…”

i see him more going like.... "bro....youve run it so well and im so proud of you. you ran it better than i ever could, and thats given me one hell of a standard to live up to. but you can rest now. thank you for helping me. now, it's my turn to help you."

and then marius goes for a phd in art history and becomes an art professor able to pursue his passions and teach it to likeminded individuals while also still moonlighting as "Z" because wouldnt that be such a fun secret identity for an art professor to have HAHA. THATS WHAT MY HEART WANTS!!!!

so yea thats my personal headcanon for this!

#art prof marius has been my ideal post-canon scenario for him for forever so seeing the little teaching scene in the bday event was SO GOOD #asks #anon #tears of themis #giann von hagen #marius von hagen

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sorry, ik that signora is y'know, dead and all, but fragile!reader + her crimson moths made me have a rlly sad realization.

due to your sick nature, rosalyne had asked you to stay in snezhnaya while she goes to inazuma. she presses a kiss against your forehead, murmuring that it would only take a month or two, and she'll be sure to bring back souvenirs for you. she assures you that nothing will hurt her, and that she will come back to you.

and while you're in snezhnaya, worried over your lover in inazuma, you're still comforted by the fact that rosalyne has left several crimson moths behind to watch over you. she has always had a protective streak, but your fragility makes her that much more overprotective of you. they flutter and fly whenever they want, but at night, they sleep by your side, providing rosalyne's familiar warmth that so easily lulls you to slumber.

and because, her crimson moths had been with you for so long, it was almost incomprehensible that they would one day leave. but on that one fateful day, when they slowly died out right in front of your eyes, you realized how foolish you had been. with shaky hands, you reach out to try and grab onto them, but one by one, they disintegrate into ash in the palm of your hand, until only one remains.

you're going insane, rightfully so, but you try and keep calm to await for her return, bc you want to have hope. you couldn't—no, you wouldn't let this get you sick. rosalyne must be fine, she absolutely has to be. you pray to the gods, to the tsaritsa, for your beloved rosalyne's return, but the dread building in the pit of your stomach only grows as time goes on. and on one fortunate day, you feel well enough to head outside, if only for a moment, only to accidentally overhear some fatui recruits saying that, "the fair lady has been killed by the electro archon—"

and suddenly, your world comes crashing down.

tbh, i don't rlly like signora that much?? like i don't hate her, i don't love her, i'm vv neutral on her but this idea has been infesting my mind for like,, a week and it has def softened my opinion on her. i hope this has brought you joy(?) or sorrow(?) idk tbh, i hope you enjoy this word vomit lol

UM ANON?? FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T LIKE SIGNORA THAT MUCH YOU WROTE THIS SO WELL?!?! My gosh i didn't realize how much angst potential Signora and fragile reader could have... she is super overprotective because she already lost the first person she loved... and now her next lover is not one of the best health... The Gods are laughing in her face right now :(

Rosalyne leaving you to go to other nations was nothing new, she had gone to Mondstadt and Liyue, and been successful in her mission both times. Every time she came back and smiled, in that way that said "I told you so. See, there's no need to worry about me, darling." You would still be overcome by a sense of relief as she kissed you all over, both of you have missed each other terribly.

So really, when Signora left for Inazuma, it wasn't any different. It was going to be the same old mission - infiltrate the nation, get the Gnosis, and return. She's done it once, she's done it twice, she can definitely do it thrice. But still, you were worried. You were always worried about her. You knew she was strong, very much so compared to you, but still... Though, at the very least you had some company. Some pieces of her in a way. Although Signora's moths would burn any enemy she encounters, for you, they remain a comfortable heat that only makes you feel loved. Also, the moths were not only warm and cuddly but fun to watch. You liked to watch them fly around your room... they were even stronger than you gave them credit for as a bunch of them could carry certain items to you.

You remember the first moth that fizzed out very clearly. You were confused at first - Signora never burned away any of her moths when she was away from you. But then in only a matter of minutes, another one goes. And another. And another. All burning away in a few seconds. By now, you're panicking, trying to cup them in your hands. protect them somehow but soon enough, it was as if they never existed before. You remember what Rosalyne said - her moths will always be near as long as she still lives in this world. Your throat dries up at what this means.

You try not to let your mind go there because you were already getting a headache and fever from the implications. Please, you pray to the Tsaritsa, please let Rosalyne be okay. Please let her walk through that door again and give you that same smirk. She'll bring back so many gifts for you, and maybe she'll get a small break from her Fatui duties because of how successful she's been. And maybe you two could go out somewhere nice. Just please, let her be alive.

When you learned what really happened, you weren't sure if you were going to have any strength to live anymore.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #signora love notes <3 #yea this definitely brought me joy! *laughs as i wipe my tears away*#ummm but she gets revived in natlan!! i saw her there guys!!#and then she comes back to you and her heart just squeezes at your current state... she is so sorry

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