#I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS

[daegall]

SOFT HRS ARE OPEN ?? oh boy oh boy ... thinking about sunkissed hyuck ... like we always say hyuck = fullsun but u dont get it his skin is radiant in the sun he literally glows and the light filtering through his black hair and glinting off his eyelashes ... what i'd give to be an artist that could see him in this position and paint him all day </3

- 🥬

i'd die for sunkissed hyuck.

he doesn't believe when you say you get soft for his golden skin bc like???? it's just skin!!! but he will never understand!!!!!! how fucking magical and ethereal he looks when he's standing outside with his huge hoodie (the mornings are cold! what is he supposed to do about it??) basketball shorts and slippers, with a scrunched up face from the sun's rays. He'd think he looks like a mess. You think he looks absolutely beautiful, the way his skin glistens and shines from the sunrise, how his pouty lips look way too cute, and heck his bed head!! who could ever say his messy hair looks bad?

and when he notices your stare on him, he can't help but grow a little shy, sneering playfully and nudging you. "what are you looking at?"

You grin back. He'll never truly know how much you adore him. You can only hope he understands from your words when you tell him,

"oh, what I'd give to be an artist, and to paint a painting of you all day,"

(anjay jago gombal)

!!!!! hyuck gets so shy!!!! and how is it possible that he gets even prettier!!!!! suddenly, he's all you can see, and your breath is taken away at his bright smile, and his soft laughter. you thank god for creating such a pretty pretty boy.

#asks! #haechan! #🥬 anon <3 #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck imagines #soft hours :: open! #HELL FUCKING O #DUDE #I HAVENT WRITTEN IN MONTHS #CABBAGE ANON #YOU ARE MY FUCKING MUSE #hyuck to u is u to me what the FUCK #IM BACK BABYYYY #SUNNY MAKES A COMEBACKKK #lee donghyuck fluff #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff

[marvel-m-lee]

Really?

Words: 1742

Fandom: MHA x reader

EraserMic family platonic

Summary: Shinsou and you are watching a movie when a particular scene comes up and you get a little jumpy... !!TickleFic!!

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You and Shinsou were sat on the two ends of Present Mics home couch, this was because the whole of the hero course was doing their internships for the week, and you were finally starting up again after healing for two days after the whol Stain incident.

Shinsou however wasn't a hero student, but after the sports festival was granted permission to leave for a week to pursue training with a pro hero at the school, Eraserhead. Otherwise known as your homeroom teacher, Mr Aizawa. Additionally known as Present Mic's (aka your English teacher, Mr Yamada) best friend.

Well- for the most part at least.

So while the two adults had gone out for a little while, Shinsou and yourself had decided to watch a movie on the couch, resting before tomorrow's training.

"What about this one?"

"Nah, too boring"

The two of you scrolled through tins of movies on Netflix before finally deciding to just watch a movie you'd both first seen come up in recommended.

You had prepared food and snacks while Shinsou prepared the drinks. Happily making himself a coffee and yourself your own favourite beverage. And the two of you had gotten halfway through the film when a particular word popped up and surprised you.

All of a sudden you'd chocked on your drink and began coughing, Shinsou putting his food on the ground to pat your shoulder to your back, pausing the film to check you were alright.

Funnily enough though, even in the short two weeks you'd known Shinsou, you'd gotten along quite well. You'd met him prior to the internships and so when you were chocking he couldn't help but smirk a little as you laughed yourself at seeing his face, even almost dying.

"Are you alright?" The purple boy asked, a smirk on his face but also checking you were okay. You'd finally fixed your throat and smiled, nervous and embarrassed of the situation but overall smirking at it yourself.

"Y-yeah" you muttered out, him helping you out with another pat on the back. "Just choking on my drink" you laughted nervously.

"What happened?" Shinsou asked, wondering why all of a sudden you decided to cause a scene.

"Oh I just wanted to test your loyalty, congrats I'm still alive!" You joked, wanting to push the topic away and setting yourself up straight again.

Shinsou just gave you an odd look but didn't seem too invested. He just smiled and turned the movie back a little bit.

"You sure you're good?" He asked, double checking before getting comfy again. You nodded and got comfy too, he continued the movie and it had annoyingly been reset back before the scene and word had taken place. But you knew it was coming. You could be prepared this time-

Nope. Just as you were thinking that the scene showed up and your whole body tensed. And Yamada may be rich but the couch wasn't big enough for the other to not notice when you've turned into a brick.

Shinsou looked at you for a moment, glancing over before seeing your stone dead tryna look normal I'm not being normal face as you glared at the TV.

Shinsou wasn't stupid. Funnily enough the character is actually rather smart in his own ways, and with one look at you and the TV he immediately knew what was wrong.

He paused it, looking back at you as you looked away from him, still embarrassed to look at him but also trying to seem normal.

"Why's you freeze the movie?"

"Why's you freeze your body?"

You gave him a look, trying to look annoyed but overly just absolutely horrified and terrified of his discovery. The grin on his face saying it all.

"I did not-"

"Yes you did"

"Nah-"

"Yeah"

You didn't argue with him, just gave him a blank horrified look before looking back at the screen.

"No clue what you're talking about sorry" you shrugged, a terrible liar.

"Is the tickling really what almost killed you?" Shinsou's grin just got wider and your eyes jumped. You glared at him and then looked away, your face in your hands trying to cover your blush even in the dark.

"No- shut up"

"You don't like tickling?"

"It's not that-"

"You do like tickling?"

You flipped your head up to look at Shinsou with a death glare, however compared to your red cheeks and your big eyes it wasn't much of a death stare.

"Are you ticklish?"

"Put on the movie and be quiet-"

"Well I tried and you kept dying!

You rolled your eyes and couldn't hide your smile of embarrassment. It was horrifying.

"Do you like being tickled?"

You laughed, unable to keep it in from embarrassment. "Why are we even talking about this?"

"You do?!"

You turned to him, "No! I never said that-"

"Do you want me to tickle you?"

Okay now he was taking the piss. Funnily enough he was never like this before you decided to play uno with him AND HE WON EVERY TIME. Man got cocky after that and loved to tease and fluster you. And now you'd just given him the jackpot. And so soon?

"Shut up Shinsou" you laughed, putting your hands on your face again.

Shinsous face brightened though, jumping up and turning to you excitedly "SO YOU DO?"

"I NEVER SAID THAT?!"

"You didn't deny" the boy replied, laying back in his seat, one arm over the back of the couch.

For a moment you had no reply, just an open mouth wanting to argue back but just staring at him. Slowly realising you didn't have an answer, nor an argument for him. He sat back grinning, little shit.

"Just play the movie-" You decided on saying, laying back and ignoring him. But of annoyingly, for some reason he'd rewound the scene a third time and the twonofnyou sat silently watching it, however you tensed slightly and the boy yelled out an AhAh!

"What?!"

Whinsou just grinned at you, and you just couldn't help but grin back, even if you couldn't help it.

"Fuck off"

"Tickle tickle"

You cringed hard at him saying the words, adjusting yourself slightly to feel comfortable.

"How come you like being tickled?" Shinsou grinned, teasing you as you ignored him.

"Do you want me to tickle you?"

"Shut-"

Shit.

Your eyes went white and next thing you knew he was above you, your arms forced to be above your head as he tickled your sides and armpits, happily watching you struggle beneath him after awaking from his quirk. Obviously after training together and gaming together, you'd developed a close relationship. Even in the short amount of time knowing one another.

You yelled at him but couldn't take yourself seriously as he made these funny feelings all over your top half of your torso, making you scream out when he'd let go of your hands for a moment and bring his own hands down to zap your sides, sending a jolt through your body before gripping your hips and making you jump and thrust to get rid of him and the feelings all over your hips.

"SHINSOUUU-"

"Tickle tickle" the smirk on his face absolutely priceless however you barely being able to comprehend anything didn't help at all.

You then tried to hug yourself and wiggled a bunch, before hearing shinsou ask "How is someone like you so ticklish?"

And in the state you were in, obviously having to answer and putting yourself again, under a trance. Again you were trapped in a position where he was open to your whole body and he decided to use two fingers to walk up and down your ribs which had apparengly become very sensitive due to the ingeries you'd accessed.

"Isn't this what made you choke? Is it ticklish?"

You shook your head, laughing hard and telling him to piss off. Never would you have thought the exhausted looking boy, threatening to take a place in class A, the grumpy, tired, serious boy would be sat here, teasing you about how you saw a tickle scene and tensed up.

"Here, up we go..." he then walked all the way yo your ribcage and then into the hollows of your arm. You couldn't help your squealing and squeezed your neck down to try and hide yourself like a turtle.

"STAHAHP- STOHOP SHINSOU!"

"Nah I'm alright"

He then took his hand and made his own star spidering motions over your tummy and then went back to squeezing your hips and sending you through that whole frenzy again.

You continued to weakly fight, bearly truely fighting however wiggling around as much as you were allowed. Your laughter drowned out any other noise and the two of you were so in the moment you hadn't noticed your idols walking through the house door and walking in, watching through the doorway as you were tormented by a friend.

"Don't you like that? Tickle tickle~"

"PISS OHOFF SHIN- SHUHUT UP!"

"I CAHAHANT- I CANT!" You then need up rolling onto the floor by using the little strengths you could muster.

Yamada and Aizawa watched through the door, both wearing their own smiles and grins as they watched as Shinsou's purple hair disappeared and a thump was heard, signalling the two of you falling to the floor.

Yamada looked to Aizawa, grinning. "You remember when we were like that?"

Whatever smile Aizawa had on his face disappeared as he rolled his eyes at his friend. "We were never like that."

"Oh yeah we were, you were quite the giggiler as I remember~" The blond teased slightly, poking his friend before his hand was gripped tightly, the smallest smile formed on his friends face.

"And I remember you were quite the screamer." The statement sent pure terror into Yamada's face as Aizawa grabbed his waist and began squeezing, the loud yells of laughter echoing through the house.

Shinsou jumped in surprise and pushed himself up, his knees either side of you and looking up to see Yamada pushed against the wall frame with his own mentor tickling his best friend senseless.

Aizawa just looked over with a grin, "keep going, they both probably deserve this" the man knowing exactky what type of kid you were like.

Shinsou grinned and went right back to work, you yelled out to your sensi but it didn't matter.

Good thing was, that night you slept well on the couch.

#i havent written in months #im so sorry #hi lol #its 1am again #send help #i have mocks tmrw #yay #tickle community #sfw tickles #tickles #tickle fic #<3 #masterlist #mha #mha shinsou #mha tickle #mha x reader #tickle tickle #ler!shinsou #lee!y/n #y/n #x reader

[thenukacolachallenge]

.....maybe writing today?

#pls brain let me do #i havent written in MONTHS #let me live you traumatized binch!!!

[sexysilverstrider]

what's your ao3 again?

here you gooo

#enjoy haha #i havent written in MONTHS #ask #anon

[alicenpai]

i love...wanpee...........🍊🍶🧡💚

#one piece #nami #zoro #one piece live action #opla #my art #alternate caption: dum dum fruit #im so happy that more and more people are getting into op it truly is the series that keeps on giving #op is a series easily misunderstood by its art style and goofiness but at its core are themes about abuse of power. its so well written #AND IM SO HAPPY I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO DRAW FANART FOR FUN AND NOT FOR LIKE. A CON OR STH AND WORRY IF MY ART IS “SELLABLE” OR “MARKETABLE” #*checks watch* apparently i havent drawn fanart for fun since december so thats like. 9 months #i had the biggest difficulty with this drawing #i actually drew this first in a lineless style. i attempted it lineless TWICE. with 2 diff brush sets/techniques #then i lined it and i was like hmm . i dont like this its too stiff #so i tried it with a lighter hand and im like !!! it clicks #i honestly do think im pretty rusty and bc of not drawing for fun in a while i dont really know what #to do with my art style direction as of late #so i may try a bunch of different things. and i hope people enjoy em regardless! #ill try to do a screencap redraw every few days this is really fun #i also havent had time for video games in months so im also relieved ill have time for more games n game fanart hopefully

[shinyspooks]

literally and non-literally

so. i'm literally obsessed with @zillychu 's fire core au. so i HAD to write this.

note: i imagine this happens sometime between danny actually starting to talk to them and them finding out about the halfa thing- so like, really early bonding/flirting stage?? you'll get what i mean

Warnings: blood mention, Danny kills a ghost off screen. + said ghost's arm gets torn off. this fic is comedy though i promise

Word Count: 1k

Read on AO3

This had been a bad idea.

That was all that Tucker could think, as he and Sam stood under the cover of a nearby half-destroyed building, watching as Phantom beat another ghost to a pulp.

Neither of them had seen the other ghost before, and it seemed that they likely never would again, if the way Phantom was tearing into them was any indication.

Literally, tearing into them, it seemed, as Phantom fiercly bit down on the other’s arm and ripped it clean off, blood splattering down to the pavement, followed by the ghost’s body, slamming down with such force that it made the ground tremble. When the dust settled, the ectoplasmic body didn’t so much as twitch.

“Wow.” Sam said, interrupting the unsettling silence, “That was kinda hot.”

Phantom, arm still in his mouth, turned around with a look filled with so much abject horror that if this was any other situation Tucker would’ve laughed.

Letting the arm drop from his mouth to fall to rest on top of it’s original body, Phantom joined Sam and Tucker on the ground. Well. Sorta on the ground. He got closer to the ground. But he remained floating, as usual.

“Ah-” Sam interrupted him before he could speak, “You’ve got a little-”

She reached forwards, towards Phantom’s face, and he instantly floated several feet back, letting out a hiss. Sam froze, before letting her arm drop to her side.

“Right, no touching.” She said, “But, uh, you’ve got some blood- or, ecto, on your face.”

Phantom almost seemed to hesitate for a second, before using his fist to try and wipe the ecto-blood off his cheek. He didn’t do much other than smear it a little, but both Sam and Tucker decided to not mention it. Phantom floated a bit closer again with a small sigh.

“I hope,” He started, “That when you said hot, before, thatit’s in reference to the literal heat, cause otherwise…”

“Otherwise…?” Sam tilted her head to the side with a smirk. Tucker silently shook his head at her, but she ignored him.

“Because otherwise, you’re a lot crazier than I thought.” Phantom said, crossing his arms with a huff. If anything, Sam’s smirk grew wider at that.

“Hi, I’m Sam, and I’m a lot crazier than you thought I was.” She said, linking her arm around Tucker’s and dragging him in closer to her. “This is Tucker, he’s also a lot crazier than you thought he was. May I know your name?”

“Don’t drag me into this.” Tucker muttered, and Sam lightly kicked his shin, making him sharply inhale. Phantom slow-blinked at them both. Truthfully, they didn’t really need him to tell them his name, they both had a pretty solid guess that he was, maybe, perhaps, the Phantom, but he didn’t need to know that. Besides, when it came to somewhat eldritch or fae-like beings, there were whole things around names, so it was best to give the matter some form of caution.

(And even if it wasn’t a fae-name kind of situation, the fact Phantom had not willingly gave them a name to call him by at this point did imply that they should treat the matter with some delicacy).

“…Nice try.” He said, “It’s not something you need to know, though.”

“Hm, maybe we should try giving you a name then…” Sam trailed off, thinking. Tucker let out a defeated sigh, immediately realizing that she was about to throw their previous caution and delicacy around Phantom’s name away entirely. Phantom looked almost confused, and slightly angry, like she hadn’t gotten his point, but couldn’t even say a word before she was speaking again. “Ah, I know. We’ll call you Casper.”

Phantom slow-blinked again, now very obviously confused.

“You’re choosing, of all things, to name me after the old high-school?” He asked. Now it was Sam and Tucker’s turn to look at him in confusion.

“No?? I- Oh, wait.” The realization seemed to hit them both at once. “You wouldn’t have seen that movie, would you?”

“Movie?”

“Casper, the Friendly Ghost.” Tucker elaborated. Phantom seemed to bristle.

“Ghosts are not friendly.” He said. Sam and Tucker both shared a look that made him glower at the both of them. “Seriously. Ghost’s aren’t friendl- wait, hold on. If you’re naming me- you think I’m friendly?!”

The silence that followed seemed to be response enough for him.

“I’m not friendly. I- you both aren’t just crazy. You’re insane.” Phantom said. Sam seemed to consider something for a moment.

“Hmm… You know, you’re pretty cute too, Casper.” She said, and Phantom sputtered, suddenly dropping to stand on the ground.

“Cute?!”

“Ah-” Tucker suddenly felt the need to maybe do some damage control. Phantom was already a threat enough without a damaged pride. “Of course, you’re very, uh, scary and powerful-”

“In a hot way though.” Sam interjected, “In a non-literal hot way.”

“Sam!” Tucker had to admit that she was objectively correct, but- “You can’t just say things like that-”

“You know I’m right. He’s hot. Both literally and non-literally.” As she said so, she gestured at Phantom, who had taken to staring very pointedly at the ground. Was it just Tucker’s imagination, or was his face turning a little green-

Phantom’s fists suddenly clenched, and when he looked up at them again, it was with a glare in his eyes, the edges of his hair slowly growing more smokey than its usual state.

“Get out of my town.” He hissed, eyes flashing a brighter shade of green. Ah. It seemed they had reached Phantom’s idiocy limit for the day.

Not wasting any time, Tucker flipped Sam’s grip on his arm so that he was the one holding on to her, turned, and started to drag her away at a rather speedy pace.

“Aw c’mon, I was only messing around!!” Sam complained, but still allowed herself to be dragged. From some distance behind them, Phantom tsked.

“Keep playing around like that and you’ll get burned.” He muttered, quietly, but not quietly enough for them to not overhear.

“Was that a pun? Wait- Tucker, the ghost knows puns-” Sam said, planting her feet into the ground. It was enough to give Tucker pause as well, turning around-

Phantom had already vanished.

“He knows puns, Tucker.” Sam continued, “Tucker. We’ve got to bring the joke book next time.”

#Danny Phantom #Fire Core AU #my writing #zillychu if you see this i need you to know i havent written in like 5 months #and this is the fic that finally got me writing again #so thank you for this incredible au #Everlasting Trio

[max-nico]

Sonic knows a lot of things, Tails thinks.

Tails knows a lot of things too, but Sonic seems to know everything about everything. He knows all about places, and people, and even planes—one of Tails' favorite things right now. Sonic always knows what to say and how to say it, and Tails still stumbles over his words with all the grace a five year old has.

Today, Sonic said a word that Tails is unfamiliar with. Sonic has said it multiple times before, every time with a soft voice and a specific facial expression that makes Tails want to cry. The one where his eyes lose that flighty sharpness he always carries, and his smile falls into something less playful and more gentle.

Today Tails repeats that word. It's nowhere near a perfect pronunciation, honestly the word is barely distinguishable from gibberish, but Sonic just repeats it slower. He's patient, something Tails always has been and something Sonic had to learn.

He asks Sonic what the word means.

Sonic shrugs, he doesn't know. Just a word he picked up, because Sonic is very good with language. It's something he's overheard a few times, he claims, because Sonic is very observant. Families say it to each other, and Sonic says Tails is his family so he likes to say it to him.

Something in the little Fox's chest moves, it's a bit jarring and a little painful, but it's hard to focus on.

Tails decides he will learn this word if it kills him. If Sonic—who is literally the smartest person Tails knows, and because of their adventures Tails knows a lot of people—says this word means family it must be true.

And if Sonic decides to use that word to talk to Tails, and by proxy decides that Tails is his family? Well, that must be true too.

#DID YOU SEE ME ?!? DID YOU SEE ME ?!? IVE FINALLY WRITTEN SOMETHING #sth #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #i have the mic #writing #sonic and tails #tails and sonic #unbreakable bond #sonic #tails the fox #tails miles prower #tails sonic #its just a drabble but i havent been able to write for months 😭😭 #everyone say thank you to hunterxhunter for rekindling my motivation #even if just for tonight lol

[isopodcowboy]

Rdr2 Sleep Headcanons

I wrote these at like 3 am last night so they ain't great but eh, just tryna get back into writing headcanons n such.

Lemme know if there's anyone else you'd wanna see, might make a part 2

Part 2

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Arthur:

•Really light sleeper

•Literally wakes up anytime he hears an out of place noise

•It is a wonder how he manages to do all the shit he does with how little rest he manages to get

*When he does get to sleep though, he snores pretty quietly and doesn't move much

•Tends not to sleep with a blanket since he runs hot

John:

•America's #1 blanket stealer

•Abigial wakes up in the middle of the night shivering meanwhile this dude is all cuddled up and cozy on the other side of the bed

•Says the most batshit things in his sleep

•Almost never remembers his dreams though

•He doesn't snore but he does move around a lot in his sleep, one time he woke up laying sideways on the bed

Charles:

•It takes him AWHILE to fall asleep, he just can't turn his brain off a lot of the time. Always thinking about something

•When he does get to sleep though he sleeps like a log, doesn't move much and pretty much stays asleep until morning

•Wakes up right before the sun rises without fail

Javier:

•He falls asleep pretty easily but wakes up a few times a night for water n stuff

•His hair looks like shit in the morning lmao he's gotta brush it right after he wakes up otherwise he looks like he's been through some shit

•Pretty vivid dreams, he has a lot of nightmares about his past but they don't phase him as much anymore

Kieren:

•Bro is stressed it takes him a long time to fall asleep, especially when he first joined the Van Der Linde gang

•After he gets to know everyone he probably sleeps a lot better, though still pretty fitful, prolly moves and twitches a lot

•He's probably fallen asleep with the horses before just cause he'd rather hang out with them as opposed to everyone else 💀

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #john marston #javier escuella #kieren duffy #rdr2 headcanons #headcanons #i havent written headcanons in literal months idk what im doin man

[beelmons]

FUCKKKKKKKK imagine him using his knee to get you off FUCK

[taylor voice] look what you've made me do

cw: mean!aaron (very light though), slight exhibitionism, thigh riding

"Aaron, your office is a little..." embarrassing, obscene, risky. so many words that you wanted to use to describe your current situation with your boss. so many things you wanted to say to try and save the little dignity you had left.

Too bad his teeth on the skin of your neck and the cool air hitting your bare nipples were enough to shut you up.

"Too what?" he teased as he kissed his way up to your jaw.

A bite to the base of the area had taken your breath away from you. Of course, combined with the fact that your ass was being squeezed by his fingers, and your hips forced back and forth against his knee, making you a moaning mess.

Your back was pressed to the wall, the area between the entrance door and the wide window that faced the ballpen. The blinds were almost never closed, today was no exception, and the door you knew for a fact that hadn't been locked.

If anyone were to enter, they would catch quite the show.

"Worried about getting caught?" he raised away from your skin to look at you. His demeanor was daring, almost punishing, filled with pride and cockiness "The way you are moaning will certainly do it, though."

You couldn't remember what you had done to have him so dominant, so commited to making a mess out of you. It almost seemed like revenge.

But how could it be? Since his leg was working wonders against your cunt.

"You thought you could go commando with that skirt and not have consequences?" his hands tightened their grip on your buttocks.

There was no way you could form a coherent thought, legs trembling in ecstacy as you finally reached your climax. He caught up on the fact that you weren't going to be able to shut up, so one of his hands reached to press straight against your mouth, muffling the obnoxious noises you were making.

He yanked his knee away, letting your juices flow down against your own legs, and avoiding getting his suit any dirtier.

"Get cleaned up." he snarked.

Without any further word, he moved back to his desk and sat down, his attention fully taken by the files on his desk.

You stood there dumbfounded, eyes blinking to double check your reality. You did your best to fix your top again to cover your breasts, feeling slightly ashamed of what had happened.

That's how it was with Aaron, you knew that, your pleasure always came first, whatever way he was able to give it to you, but it came with a price, the price of your dignity.

#blurb: hotchner #blurb: mine #blurb: smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #do not ask me nothing i do not know what i wrote #also havent written in like a month and i feel so rusty ughuhuhgutronjgdbisjreokdlsmjfgrs #this makes no sense

[augustghosts]

Stewy Hosseini x female reader

A classic tale of fucking your ex at your friends wedding. We’ve all been there, I think.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ pls, minors will be blocked! Not proofread which is defo a warning, lmk if you spot anything ive missed. Smut. Oral f!recieving and protected pinv. Alcohol and drugs are mentioned slightly.

Little authors note sorry: Hey everyone i am actually alive lol. 5 months later i return writing for someone new… not out of character for me. I watched succession for the first time recently (late asf to the party i know) and i read some amazing stewy fics so i thought i’d add my piece because i’m obsessed with him. Sorry to all my tommy miller babes on here, i swear i tried writing for him again but my inspiration for tommy fics seems to have gotten lost. I really struggled when i tried finishing my half way done tommy series lol. But when i started writing this one it just floooowed and i finished it in like a few hours. Maybe my tommy love will come back someday but for now…. This. Hope someone out there enjoys lol <3

You’ve felt eyes on you all night. Everywhere you go you end up meeting his eyes across the room. Eveytime you look over at him, he’s already looking. He should be the one that's embarrassed, you’ve caught him looking at you multiple times, but you’re always the one who ends up looking away first and feeling your skin heat with the embarrassment of being caught. While he shamelessly stares at you over the rim of his glass, that awful fucking smirk gracing his lips and he watches you squirm. Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. And you almost hope he approaches you so you can tell him that.

Towards the end of the night he starts to close in, starts inching closer to you. He starts making conversation with the people around you, people at the bar next to you, and eventually your friends. Asking them how they are, how it’s been such a long time. Then, he finally gets to you. He takes his time looking you over before he speaks and you’re determined not to be the first one to talk, so you let him stare. Both of you standing in silence for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

“You look great.”

”Thanks.” Keeping it simple seems safe. You want to tell him he looks good too because fuck, he does. He always does. He notices your eyes drifting over his suit and tie and he chuckles.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Uhm,” He trails off - pretends to think. “I’m at a fucking wedding, and i’m enjoying myself.”

”Yeah?” You ask, he nods in agreement. The way his eyebrows raise tells you he’s still being sarcastic, still mocking you. “Watching my every move all night is how you enjoy yourself?”

“Actually, yes.” He confirms. “Watching you squirm all night was pretty fun.”

”I wasn’t.” You attempt to defend yourself, downing your drink. “I was just-“

“I’ll get you another.” He cuts you off, snatching your glass out of your hand - not even bothering to ask. You almost try to protest, but you don’t see the point. You know him too well, you know how stubborn he is, once he gets an idea it’s hard for him to let it go. If the idea he’s got tonight is paying for your drinks, then so be it - who were you to complain. You sit down on the stool next to you, watching as Stewy makes the bartender laugh as he orders your drinks. You're kind of pissed that you still can’t figure him out sometimes, you know him better than most people - maybe better than anyone, but he still confuses you. It has been a while since you last saw him, but you conclude that he hasn’t changed much.

When he comes back with your drinks he puts yours down in front of you and asks: “Still your favorite?”

You nod, kind of pissed that he got it right. You try to convince yourself that he didn’t actually remember that small detail. That he’s just been watching you order them all night during your staring competition.

“So, how’s your family?” You ask, cringing at how lame you sound. You just don’t want to let him start a conversation you don’t want to have.

He smiles, because he knows what you're doing. “They’re fine. I still don’t see them much, but they’re good.”

”You’re still too busy to see your family?” You joke.

“Mhm,” His smile almost looks genuine as you joke with each other. “I’m always busy.”

“Busy stealing people's money?”

He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you laugh as well. God, you don’t want to admit that you missed him. But everyone else just seems so boring after him, you’ve never found the same thing you’d had with him with anyone else.

“You never really understood business did you?” He laughs.

“I understand perfectly.”

“Sure,” He agrees. “I explained it to you enough times.”

“Yeah, and bored me to death.”

”Is that why you broke up with me?”

His question completely catches you off guard and you almost choke on your drink. You almost want to ask him if he purposefully said that while you were taking a sip, but you’re too busy trying to supress your coughing.

“Jesus, it was just a question.” Stewy laughs at you again, his warm hand coming to rest on your back as he watches you almost choke.

“Fuck you.” You say pointedly, after getting yourself back under control. ”You know why we broke up. Also, I broke up with you?”

”You did.”

“Stewy, it was amicable.”

“Was it?” His face goes serious again and you instantly miss the sound of his laugh. You just sigh, taking another sip of your drink. This was exactly the conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I thought you said you were enjoying yourself,” You say after a few moments of silence. “Don’t ruin it now.”

”I lied.” He says. “I always hated those two, I can't believe they actually got married.”

”Match made in hell.” You agree, both of you laugh softly again.

“You know I also lied earlier when I said you looked great.” He says, surprising you. You brace yourself for whatever joke he’s going to make about you, you shouldn't have pissed him off, he can get mean when he’s pissed off. It’s not his fault, it’s just his defense mechanism - but nevertheless you brace yourself for his comment - and he surprises you again by saying: “You look fucking incredible.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You opt for another sip of your drink instead and he watches you in amusement.

“I only came because I hoped you would be here,” He continued. You still can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, that damned smirk on his face makes you think he’s making fun of you, but those big brown eyes look so sincere.

“Stewy, stop.” You sigh.

“Come on, baby.” He murmurs, he leans forward in his chair and places his hand on your knee. The nickname makes you tense up. Makes a familiar heat spread through you. “Let me get you another drink and take you up to my room.”

Fuck. He’s fucking good at this, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to get you. You’re trying to think, but the alcohol and the way his thumb is rubbing your knee is clouding your mind. He waits patiently, watching as you look down at his hand and back up to his face. Your eyes stop at his lips before meeting his gaze.

“Alright,” You say, you swear you can actually see his eyes light up. “Go get me another drink and show me your room. Then I'll decide.”

“You got it.” He grins and practically jumps out of his seat. When he returns he holds out his hand to help you off your stool, the heels you decided to wear and the drinks weren’t a good match. He hands you your drink, although you don’t really want it now. His hand finds its place on the small of your back and a fire lights up somewhere inside of you. His touch feels so familiar - comforting. He leads you out of the bar and to the elevators. Punching in the right number before the doors close, leaving you both alone in the small space. It suddenly feels too quiet.

You want to touch him, but once again you don’t want to be the one to make the first move. You don't want him to know how desperate you are for him, although you think he already knows. He’s watching you in silence, his eyes dark and wanting. A look you’ve seen a million times before - a look that makes you excited. The elevator ride is short, Stewy isn’t the type to kiss you in an elevator, and you know that, so you’re not disappointed when the doors open and he hasn’t touched you or said a word.

He gestures for you to leave first, putting his hand on the door so they don’t close on you, or him. Some people would find this strange, the silence, but it’s a game you’ve both played with each other before. A game you both enjoy. He guides you to his room with a hand on your back, just like before. When he unlocks the door and opens it for you, you suppress a gasp. As usual, Stewy needs to have the best of the best. The bride and groom's room probably isn’t even this nice. They probably couldn’t afford it - Stewy can.

“Well?” His voice sounds from behind you.

“Hm?”

”What do you think? You said you would decide when you saw the room. Is it good enough for you?”

”Uhm,” You pretend to think as you set your drink down on the dresser, turning around to dramatically inspect the room. It earns a playful eye roll from Stewy. He knows what impresses you and he knows he already has you. He already had you down at the bar.

“I think it’s okay.” You conclude, turning to face him. He hums in sarcastic agreement, looking you up and down. He’s playing the game again, who is going to end it first. Who is going to lose. You don’t like losing, and neither does he. But honestly, haven’t you already lost? He has you in his room for christ sake. He has you standing in front of him, already dripping and all he’s done is touch your leg a little and look at you the right way. So you put aside your pride and step towards him, you bring your hands up to his cheeks and roughly bring his face down to your, finally connecting your lips.

His hands immediately find their home at your hips, pulling you tightly against him. The kiss immediately turns from an innocent kiss to a hungry and passionate one, his tongue dominating your mouth. You both know each other's bodies so well, there's no need for taking it slow or asking questions.

“Fuck, Stewy.” You sigh as he backs you towards the bed, gently setting you down and climbing over you. Kissing every inch of your skin.

“God, I missed that.” He groans, marveling over the way you sigh his name. “I missed you, baby. I can admit it. I want you so badly.”

You moan softly at his words, at the way his lips feel on your neck - at how right this feels. You had missed him too. He catches you off guard when he pulls away to ask, ”Have you been fucking other people?”

“Sorry?” You giggle, “Why are you asking me that now?”

”Have you?” He presses.

“I ju- maybe.” You stutter, already missing his lips.

”Maybe?”

”I know you’ve been fucking as well.” You accuse, suddenly defensive. You push yourself up onto your elbows, despite still being trapped underneath him.

“Yeah, I have.” He says coolly.

“So?” You ask, irritated. Why was he doing this?

“So, none of them were as good as you.” His words earn an eye roll from you. “Nothing can compare to this pussy.” He adds, his hand sliding down to roughly grip your thigh and bring it over his waist. Oh, shit. His half hard cock is pressing perfectly against your pussy in this new position, the material of your dress and his suit pants keeping you apart. “And, i bet none of those guys fucked you the way i do.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin, his other keeping him above you. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he asks, “Did they?”

“No.” You practically squeak. “None of them were like you. No one is like you, Stewy.”

You’re not even lying, after having sex with Stewy for so long nothing compared. You had gotten accustomed to a man who knew what he was doing, to a man who was generous in bed. You had gotten used to a man who could make you cum. No one had achieved that after him. Your answer obviously pleases him, he grins and leans down to kiss you again.

He ends the kiss and stands up leaving you spread out on the bed, you whine underneath him, chasing for more. He ignores you and slips off his suit jacket. He makes a show of undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his sleeves in order to push them up to his elbows. Fuck, he looks so good. You almost want to tell him, but you don;t need to. He can see the way you're watching him, that look in your eye. He knows what you look like when you’re turned on - and this is it. He grabs your thighs and pushes your dress up to your waist, getting a good look before sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder somewhere.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. I know what you need. I can’t wait to taste you.” He rambles as you whimper in anticipation, he presses a kiss to your ankle as he watches you buck your hips.

He has his mouth on you before you can respond. Just as you remember, he is painfully and infuriatingly good at it. He still eats pussy like it's his second nature. He still looks up at you through his gorgeous lashes as he traces your clit with his tongue. He has to hold back from grinning against you as you writhe and whimper. He groans as you sigh his name and run your hand through his hair. You remember how much you love it when he’s like this, when he's animalistic and loses his composure.

Your legs tighten around his head as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. It’s fucking embarassing how quickly you barrel towards your climax, but it has been a while. And no one else devours you like this, no one else is this good. You should have expected it. He recognizes it immediately, breaking away from you for a second to speak.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Stew.” You moan, your hands grabbing at his hair attempting to push him back down. He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he watches you.

“God, I love it when you beg for me.” He mumbles before diving back in, allowing you to push his head down and maneuver him.

"Please make me come," you groan, arching your back. “I'm so close, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, he continues to lap at you and work you though your orgasm as you come against his mouth. His beard delightfully scratches your sensitive skin, leaving behind a delicious burning feeling. He’s painfully hard now, after watching you come and hearing you moan his name. You begin to push at his head when you come down, usually he would tease you a little now, knowing how sensitive you are and make the most of it. But he’s so fucking desprate for you, he has been all night. He’s been dreaming about being inside of you for hours now.

He’s instantly on his feet, undoing his belt and undressing. You follow suit, weakly sitting up - doing the best your legs can do when they feel like jelly, you lift your dress over your head and throw it on the floor with his clothes. He’s climbing back on top of you, kissing you hungrily. His lips and chin are still wet with your juices and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me?” You ask breathlessly, fully prepared to submit to him- to do whatever he asks.

“Fuck,” He groans at your words, having to pause for a second. “Can you turn over for me?”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him one more time before turning over and crawling to the middle of the bed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and holding yourself up on your elbows, so your back is deliciously arched the way you know he likes. You grin as you hear him groan behind you, his hand petting your ass before he delivers a light slap to it. He steps away from you and you hear the rustling of a condom wrapper, did he have that in his fucking pocket? His words from earlier repeat in your head, ‘I only came because I hoped you would be here.’

“Plese fuck me, Stewy.” You moan softly, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I need you.”

”How bad?” He teases. The head of his cock is ever so slightly pressing against your entrance, he’s hardly holding back as he waits for your answer, pushing in slightly.

“So bad,” You sigh, pushing back on him so he slips easily inside of you. You both moan loudly, you love that he’s so loud and shameless in bed. He stays still once he’s bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please move. I need to be fucked properly, only you can do it.”

The sound he makes behind you is heavenly, you knew that would work. He pulls out of you before pushing back in slowly. He always does this, he starts slow and then builds up to a bruising pace. All you can do is whimper beneath him and beg for him to fuck you faster. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking well. Like you were fucking made for me.” His voice is deep and raw.

”I think I am,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gonna soak my cock?”

All you can do is furiously nod your head and moan beneath him, the sounds of your pussy squelching as he fucks you is almost embarassing. You don’t have time to think about it because he’s pulling out of you and gently flipping you over onto your back. He lifts your legs and rests his knees on the bed, throwing your feet over his shoulders and he leans over you. He guides his cock back into you and dives down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips in a messy kiss. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths, not minding when your teeth momentarily clack together.

“Come on gorgeous,” He groans, he’s breathless - pressing kisses to your face between his words. You can tell he’s close too. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me fucking have it.”

He feels you tighten around him as you come, his name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. Your hands tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. You look so beautiful, baby.” He talks you through it, still fucking you as you come around him.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Come inside of me, Stewy.”

You know he’s wearing a condom, but the dirty talk is hot. He thinks so too, because that's all it takes for him to come. His head is buried in your neck, his teeth biting into the soft skin under your ear. No doubt leaving a mark, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now all you can think about is how hot he sounds when he comes, you love that he isn’t quiet, that he isn’t afraid to groan your name into your neck.

He stays still for a second, lifting his head and kissing you - gently this time, before he pulls out. You rest for a minute while he discards the condom. You hear rustling and sniffing while he’s in the bathroom and you almost want to yell out to him - this is why we broke up. But you ignore it, getting up from the bed and breezing past him as he leaves the bathroom. You close the door behind you, taking the hotel robe off the back of the door and cleaning yourself up, doing what you need to do. You wonder if you should shower, but decide you should probably go back to your own room to do that.

When you leave the bathroom he’s sitting in the bed under the covers, the tv remote in his hand. Your dress and underwear have been picked up and folded on the chair beside the bed. It makes you smile, how can someone be so thoughtful but so selfish at the same time. That’s why you broke up, you need to keep reminding yourself.

“So, I guess I'm gonna go back to my own room.” You say as you gather your things. You’re on your way back to the bathroom with your clothes when he speaks up.

“Okay,” He says, respecting your decision. “Why?”

”Why?” You repeat, stopping your tracks. “Don’t you want me to go?”

”No. I want you to watch tv with me.”

”Seriously?” You laugh before you realize he’s being serious.

“Yeah, seriously.” His face is impassive, and hard to read. But you can’t resist those big brown eyes and you drop your clothes back onto the floor and slip into bed with him.

“Hey,” He whines as he looks at your dress. “I picked that up and folded it for you and you just threw it on the floor again.”

“Sorry, how rude of me.” You laugh at the mock pout on his face. You’ve sat pretty far away from him and he eyes the space between you.

“Come here.” He says lifting up his arm so you can cuddle into his side. God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should have left. But he smells good and this bed is so comfortable.

“Will you stay the night here?” He asks quietly

”I shouldn’t.” You sigh.

“I know.” He agrees.

Of course you end up staying the night, Stewy is very convincing. With his promise of round two and a warm shower in the morning, it’s hard to resist. He also promises an expensive breakfast after the shower, but he says, ‘only if you behave yourself.’ You spend the whole night talking and laughing with him. Not only is he the best fuck you’ve ever had, he’s also the funniest person on earth. He’s got the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen but he’s also the biggest assole you’ve ever met. He’s so confusing, but that night you decide that maybe taking a little more time to try and figure him out won’t be so bad - only time will tell.

#i couldnt think of a title btw so…. yea #im RUUSSTTYY i havent written in months lmao #apologies in advance i guess #if anyone even reads this lmao #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini x fem reader #stewy hosseini fan fiction #stewy hosseini smut #succession #succession fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #female reader #x reader

[satoruhour]

hi t!!! i hope you're well. saw that your requests are open and i'm actually nervous bec this is my first time ever sending a request (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

may i request gojo being jealous or pouty over reader simping over a celebrity (nct maybe or mark lee especially) (i read that you used to write for nct hehehe) (i'm on nct rabbit hole for the past few days) or or or bassist!suguru teaching reader how to play the guitar maybe?

(am i doing this right? (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) )

anyway, have a good rest of your day/night!!!

a/n: omg my love im sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy, i wrote both but ill post it separately :)

five hours. that’s how long your boyfriend’s been sulking and ignoring you and throwing mini tantrums every now and then. all because you liked to tune into youtube a little too much to look at a bunch of boys (“26, mind you! why do they need so many members anyway?” gojo would say) dance and sing at the same time.

“NCT U this, NCT Dream that, what about NCT Tokyo?” gojo paces the room the very first time you explain the whole concept to him — a group of unlimited members while some are sorted into specific sub-groups that represent specific concepts. gojo gets part of it, but doesn’t understand why they needed to be so attractive.

“they do have an NCT Tokyo, actually! newly formed!” you grin, knowing this information would only set him off, and since then, every comeback, every variety show, every photoshoot behind-the-scenes video that you blast on the living room television is enough to get your boyfriend in the most terrible mood.

but one thing that really sets the sorcerer off is your obsession with the canadian singer slash rapper, mark lee. you admired the work he put in — training since he was young and miles away from his family. he debuted at only sixteen and made a name for himself ever since then, always putting in his 200% for everything that he does. mark’s face shows up way more often than the group videos, gojo notices; a lot of the specific fancams that focus on his performance, or those fan-made compilation videos.

it’s not like you’ve been playing videos non-stop, either. you offered gojo to wave his white flag whenever you went to do chores, made lunch, did some reports, but none came.

so you might as well enjoy a few more videos until you break the ice. you reach hour four when you feel a little bad about the glares he’s giving the tv, seated on the far other end of the sofa while you enjoy the fancam videos of fact check.

curiously, out of the corner of your eye, there’s just a bit of change in your boyfriend’s expression, a scowl still deep on his face but his eyebrows are not as furrowed, eyes not as narrowed and squinted as he liked it to be. having dated since high school, you already know what’s going in that head of his — you know he finds mark at least a little attractive, but his pride wouldn’t let him tell you that.

“see anything you like?” you hear the audible gasp of gojo when you call out to him, letting the video go on not because you watched it a couple times already (while not entirely wrong) but you think gojo still outshines any k-pop idol on the big screen.

“no . .” he mumbles, sinking into himself more and more to prevent you from looking at his expression; but the foot-tapping, the secretive eyes, the head bobs all give him away. you know you’ve got him figured out when you scoot over and he doesn’t move, letting you untangle his fortress of shame shown in his body language.

“you can tell me he’s pretty, you know that right?” you giggle, lifting his arm to slot yourself under it. you fit just right upon his bent knees, looking up at the familiar frown on his face. gently, you peel away the blindfold on his face, greeted with the stark blue eyes that you find yourself falling deeper into each day.

“no comment.”

you laugh at his stubbornness, a hand caressing his cheek as you try to contain your smile. even now, he’s not doing a very good job of catching glances at the television and sulking.

“okay, then, i guess i’ll just continue to watch my videos, then, since tomorrow is an off-day.”

“no! i-i mean . . uh,” gojo is torn between admiring your favourite idol and staying jealous, but he can’t formulate words when you stare at him like that; a crinkle in your eyes and just a sliver of your teeth while your eyes sparkle under the apartment lighting.

“ugghhhh . . i don’t know,” gojo buries his face in his hands, “why do you like him so much anyway? do you like him more than me?”

you hum, striking a faux pose of pondering and your boyfriend only whines again at that, accidentally putting down his knees and your support from behind you is made void immediately. if it wasn’t for your arms that hung around his shoulder, you would’ve landed on his lap pretty harshly.

gojo only huffs after also doing his part: an arm replacing his thighs to keep you from falling. there you hang awkwardly, still faced with gojo’s adorable pout, “mark lee definitely couldn’t have done that. i’ll tell you that much.”

you roll your eyes with a big grin, “oh, you big jealous oaf, c’mere.”

without warning you latch yourself onto him, slightly tackling him into a violent embrace with your lips on his and gojo sighs indefinitely like he’s been waiting all day for it. he just lets you have your way with him, letting you kiss him like you’ve never done before. he hums into your mouth, submitting to you as you climb into his lap.

“so i’m assuming you like me more than him?”

your boyfriend teases as you pull away, hands caressing your sides and sending chills right down to your centre.

“do you really have to ask?” you giggle, fully taking off his blindfold, now, brushing your fingers through his hair. through the corner of your eye, you see him play with the left and right buttons possibly to find a spicy playlist you two could get down to (his words, not yours), but before it can even start:

the playlist’s interrupted by an advert for nature republic with mark’s voice that plays through the speakers, panning out to eight other boys on a beach and smiling as if they’re aware of the torment they harboured.

your sorcerer boyfriend merely throws his hands up in frustration (“oh, come on!”), melting into the couch with a permanent scowl while the living room only fills up with your loud laughter.

#euuughhhh idk how to feel abt this but i should be kinder to myself considering i havent written for a whole month #and is currently burning up #it's only up from here ig #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk scenarios

[noasmirrorball]

What if i write a little sex lessons jegulus microfic

#jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #nsfw🫡 #i havent written in a month #gotta start somewhere

[pink3princess]

Hi! Could you do a small Drabble on John wick and the reader having a cutesie nighttime routine and the reader exfoliates his face and puts soothing lotion on him vice versa…🫣

tw/cw: john wick x reader, fluff

an: hii! sorry this took so long bookie :( hope this is alright! thank you for sending this is in! also this kind of took a little bit of a diff direction but hope its alright!

masterlist

“It tickles”

You sat on the counter of your shared bathroom as John stood between your legs, gently scrubbing his face with some sugar scrub. His eyes were closed and eyebrows pushed his face into a small frown.

The two of you had just gotten out of the shower, prepped and ready to do your nighttime routine.

John had never really had a night routine, expect for brushing his teeth and washing his face. After you had moved in, he had curiously asked what you were doing, what different creams or serums were for. Eventually, he just started copying whatever you did.

Not only did the routine slow his life down a little and ground him, but just having a little activity to do with you at night was enough to make him happy

After scrubbing for a good amount of time (and after some sugar got in johns mouth) you decided it was time to rinse it off.

"Alright your turn," he patted your leg as you handed over the scrub

His large, rough hands contrasted the way he gently touched your face. You giggled at the tickling sensation and how close john was to your face.

After washing it off, you spread drops of moisturizer around his face and into his skin. His eyes closed, enjoying the comfortable silence and basking in your love.

“I like how this one smells, it always reminds me of you sweetheart”

You roll your eyes from his cheesy comment, "You’re funny"

As soon as you finish, he’s dipping his fingers in the cool moisturizer, lightly dotting it around your face

He definitely took his time rubbing it into your skin , making sure to be as gentle as possible.

The room was so quiet, and with the lits dimmed low with John gently doting on you and , it felt like you could drift off to sleep right there and then.

“Alright sweetheart, all done”, he says as he lightly cups your face, pecking your cheek as his stubble brushes against your face.

After finishing up, you both tidied up the bathroom counter and headed to bed, clean and sleepy.

You snuggled into your pillow,

"Goodnight angel" he whispered, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the room.

You hummed in response, already half asleep (and mildly drooling on the pillow if i might add).

As he laid in bed next to you, eyes closed begging for sleep, he realized that this is the life he had always wanted. A quiet, peaceful, and soft life... and he finally had it, with you.

#jess's inbox<3 #john wick #john wick x reader #jw #john wick fluff #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick x gn!reader #john wick fic #domestic john wick #also im sorry i havent written in so long i feel so out of it #i have no idea what i just wrote #i lied this has been in the drafts for months and i just finished it

[monpalace]

written with black reader in mind, but kept vague. no pronouns used (you/your). ooc mike/micheal. 700 words.

It was three hours past the agreed time and half of your body had long since fallen asleep.

It was a tight fit, but you and Abby had managed to find some awkward yet comfortable position on your old pull-out couch.

You both lay on your sides facing each other, Abby tucking her face into the crook of your neck and shoulder while her head found cushion on your arm. The thick blanket and closeness did well to combat the chill Autumn air and your hunk-of-junk heating unit.

The lights from the TV flashed throughout the living room of your too-small apartment, only confirming your suspicions that Abby had begun drooling on your arm. Her nose had begun to whistle with snores, somehow matching the theme to whatever after-hours adult cartoon was airing.

If she would've let you, you'd fix her so that she laid on her back instead. Every time you tried to gently nudge her away, she'd just tighten her snake-like hug around your waist and tangle your legs further.

If it were any other kid, you would've pulled away regardless.

Pushing a piece of escaped hair behind her ear, you call her a lucky girl under your breath and press a kiss to her head.

Time is relative when it's the dead of night and there are no clocks around. You can't even hope to try and gauge what time it is when a soft knock hits your door without doubting yourself a thousand times.

You know it's Mike by the way he knocks out a gentle nursery rhyme— Garrett's favorite, "Baa, Baa Black Sheep,"— before he slips the key to your apartment into the lock.

His eyes are both wide and close to sealing shut. His feet barely lift when he steps inside, scuffed shoes trudging against the hard, wooden flooring.

He's rubbing at his eyes like they were a stain he just couldn't get off, the flashing light of the room revealing the skin around them turning pink like quartz.

"Hey, turtle."

Mike jumps, knocking his head on the door and dropping the keys when he jolts. It takes him a moment to lift his head and look to where you and Abby lay, but he visibly relaxes when he does.

He waits until he's done locking the door to address you, eyes flickering to the TV before thinning his lips when it shines too brightly. "You're still up?"

"I'm in pain," you answer, the hand resting on Abby's back escaping the confines of the covers to pat the small sliver of space available on the ratty mattress.

The frame creaks and bends under his weight, but Abby doesn't stir. Her body finally rolls away from you (not off your arm, though) and towards Mike.

"How long?"

"A while."

Mike huffs out a laugh while he brushes Abby's hair away from her face with a knuckle. He lowers his hand to find your own, clasping it around your clammy one.

It's fucking frigid.

Your lips pucker as though you had eaten a lemon, muscles forcing your arm to not snatch your hand away and accidentally hit Abby in the process.

"Mike!" Your voice is hoarse and barely below a whisper, but it's still enough to convey both shock and anger. "You dick!"

There's a fox-ish smile on his face that still drips with exhaustion. He awkwardly leans over Abby to reach you, the hand that previously held yours instead finding purchase on the back of your head.

Honestly, he should consider himself lucky your headscarf kept the chill of his fingers from reaching your head.

"You don't mind it," he rasps while pressing his lips to your forehead. It's a more welcomed change in temperature compared to anywhere else on his body, yet you lean and yawn into the affection. "Where're my clothes?"

"Where they always are," either mixed with your clean laundry somewhere in your hamper or just as equally meshed together with everything in your drawers. "'re you spending the night?"

"It's three," he answers, pulling away and doing an awkward stretch as he stands. "Don't wanna wake her up."

"Carry us to bed when you get out the shower?"

Mike hums and you know he'll do it regardless of his eye roll.

#i havent written in a month im rusty </3 #ik i usually post on saturday or sunday but..... happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉🎉 #can you tell ive rewatched the fnaf movie twice then let my adoration fanon michael take over #because it did #grim's scribbles #mike schmidt x reader #michael afton x reader #fnaf mike schmidt x reader #fnaf michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy's mike schmidt x reader #five night at freddy's michael afton x reader #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #x reader

[luvxiem]

ngl this is my first time asking in this app

can i request luca with 25 ‘ *this* is the guy? ‘ im starving for some overprotective luca 🥹

knight in cotton armor

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ pairing: luca kaneshiro x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff

✧ summary: a simple craving for ice cream turned into an eventful night when you're stuck with people with malicious intentions.

how you found yourself in a situation like this, you weren't quite sure.

it wasn't too late into the night—only barely past ten—yet the dim streetlights did nothing to help quell your nerves and give you the courage to finally leave your car. you've been sitting low in the driver's seat for almost fifteen minutes now, eyeing the group of drunkards loitering in front of the 7/11 you parked outside. feeling a subtle vibration coming from your hand, you checked your phone to see a message from luca.

'are you still in the car???' [10:07]

'yes ToT' [10:07] 'these dudes wont leave.. wtf do i do. i just wanted ice cream 🗿🗿' [10:08]

with a sigh, you dropped your hand back into your lap and let your head fall back with a small thud against the seat. 'whatever,' you thought. 'it's not like i'll get murdered.' with that you grabbed your keys and pushed open the door, already noting the turn of heads out of the corner of your peripheral. a low whistle filled the stagnant night air as four sets of eyes followed you into the store, a small chime signaling your arrival.

you made a beeline to the back of the store where they kept their ice cream, determined not to stay here any longer than you have to. unfortunately, the universe decided that tonight you were the one it wanted to pick on.

"hey cutie." sighing, you schooled your expression into one that didn't clearly show your discomfort and looked over your shoulder, giving the stranger a small smile and a 'hello.' a quick glance around showed that this one was all alone, most likely egged on by his equally drunk friends outside to follow you inside and harass you.

and you would think that turning your back on the stranger to look for your ice cream was a clear signal that you weren't interested in any further conversation yet it seems this dude couldn't get the hint. a tap on your shoulder prompted you to turn around again, this time a bit more visibly annoyed.

"can i help you?" the man gave you a rather (in your humble opinion) sleazy smile, tucking his hands into this stained hoodie pocket and licking his lips briefly before subjecting you to his inane thoughts.

"yeah, actually," he grinned, reaching up to wipe his nose before holding his phone out expectantly. you raised your eyebrow in contempt. "could i get'cho number?"

"i have a boyfriend, sorry," you replied, turning back to continue searching for your ice cream when a rough grip on your shoulder spun you around forcefully, shoving you into the clear doors lining the shelves. where was the clerk?!

the feeling of hot, moist breath that smelt distinctly of cheap vodka hit your nose and made your face scrunch up reflexively in disgust, your hands coming up to try and push your assailant away.

"he doesn't have to kno-WOAH!" suddenly you were freed from behind held against the cold coolers, shivering from both the chill and the lingering grossness of being touched by a stranger like that.

"hey, the fuck is your problem?!" he scowled, rubbing his neck where he was forcefully pulled away.

"seriously? this is the guy?" looking up, you're met with blonde hair and broad shoulders, the tiniest sliver of a tattoo peeking out from underneath the grey henley your boyfriend wore. his arms crossed rather menacingly over his chest, toned biceps in clear view with the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. across from him, the drunkard is now visibly agitated, however when he tried to approach, luca grabbed the front of his hoodie and lifted him clear off the ground. agitation quickly turned into nervousness as the guy lifted his hands in surrender.

"woah—chill dude; i-i wasn't gonna try anything, i swear," he stutters, scrambling to his feet when luca drops him rather unceremoniously to the floor, cursing under his breath as he fled the store. luca immediately spins on his heel, turning to face you with clear worry on his face. frantic hands turn you this way and that before settling on your cheeks as he rubs his nose against yours.

"are you okay?! no, of course you're not—jesus christ, what the hell! why didn't you just come over to my place if you wanted ice cream?" he moaned, pulling you into his chest in a tight hug. you could hear his racing heartbeat under your ear and you can't help but laugh at the situation. luca was so angry and intimidating not even a minute ago and now he's returned to the cute, cuddly golden retriever you fell in love with.

"baby, i'm fine," you grinned, pulling his arms off of you so you could give him a quick kiss. luca is still frowning when you pull away, however, and you could tell he was still upset with the situation. honestly, you were still shaken up about it too, so you decided to kill two birds with one stone and link your arms with his, staying as close as possible to ease both your nerves.

"c'mon, i still haven't gotten my ice cream," you say, opening one of the glass doors to grab a pint of salted caramel from the freezer. luca unlinks your arms to throw his over your shoulder instead, rubbing the bare skin of your arm with his thumb in an attempt to comfort both you and him (skin to skin contact always seemed to help).

"i still think you should've just come over to my place," he whined, watching the door as you paid with a tap of your phone against the reader. you pat his chest and hum in response, shooting a quick thank you to the cashier before you both exited the store.

"babe, all you have is cookies and cream."

"what—what's wrong with cookies and cream?!"

"i don't like it!"

you laugh as luca fumbles for an answer, mock offense on his face at your distaste for his favorite flavor. the night air felt a bit warmer than before, the comforting breeze easing your nerves. you look around for luca's motorcycle but the parking lot is empty except for your car and one that presumably belongs to the poor college kid inside working the night shift.

"hey—how'd you get here?" you ask confusedly. luca shrugs.

"i ran." you pause, turning to face him fully with disbelief clearly written on your face.

"luca."

"yeah?"

"you live like, five miles away from here."

"and?" you throw your hands up in defeat. of course your boyfriend ran five miles to come save you—he probably left the house the minute you first texted him about being too scared to leave your car. no wonder he asked which 7/11 you were at.

"you wanna come over to mine?" you sigh, watching luca immediately beam at the prospect of being able to sleep over despite having already hung out with you earlier that day.

you unlock your car and slide into the driver's seat as luca slips into the passenger side, placing your ice cream in between his feet.

"can we get back to the important thing here?" he asks as you pull out of the parking lot.

"which is?"

"why you don't like cookies and cream which is clearly the superior flavor-"

"LUCA!"

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#thank u for feeding my delusions anon 🙏 can u guys believe i havent written for luca in like. 3 months #luca withdrawls (real)(not clickbait) #luvxiem.writing #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca.txt #luxiem x reader #luca kaneshiro fluff #luxiem fluff #nijisanji en fluff #nijisanji en x reader #this is my warmup fic #driving back to my apartment in a bit and then gonna try and get more writing in tonight #i havent written in a while so sorry if this one is kinda shit im getting back into the groove ToT #luvxiem.500

[serenit-teas]

This is the product of too much brainrot and an almost concerning level of needing to ramble.

Major spoilers for Lies of P under the cut!!

Okay but just imagine, someway somehow being young friends with Carlo, sweet and darling childhood friends. Being his partner in crime, an unwilling (so you say) accomplice to any mischievous schemes he's cooked up. Racing about the streets of Krat, dodging this way and that, weaving through the alleyways and corners with a second natured ease due to each and every prior antic you two have had.

I imagine that only after narrowly dodging the poor soul who gave chase to you both has finally given up, does Carlo turn to you, a cheeky but rosy grin thrown your way. You can only huff and turn your head, complaining at once again being dragged into another one of his hair brained plots. 'This is the final straw', you think to yourself, 'no more of these chases'. Always the voice of reason you called yourself, the only one who cares enough to keep the two of you out of scuffles and minimizing consequences. The other half of your duo would simply angle his brows, matched with a boyish smile, brown eyes warm, a teasing call of, 'Worry wart', aimed your way.

You'd stay firm in your silence.

Seconds of the silent treatment turns to minutes, and you truly could have lasted longer, but the floor is uncomfortable and your legs are going numb, and it certainly doesn't help that Carlo keeps shuffling around in the already cramped space. You know what he's doing, trying to goad you into breaking your 'punishment' and demanding he knock it off. It takes all you have not to heave a sigh. It truly makes you wonder how you've both become such good friends.

Finally having enough of your hiding spot and the scuffing of Carlo's shoes, you turn your head, relenting. And he's close. Far to close. Clearly he's never once heard of personal space, face in your personal bubble. A startled yelp is ripped from your lips and you scramble back, knocking your back into the wall.

He doesn't have the decency to even attempt to hide his snort of laughter. 

A menace to the core, mischievous Carlo.

You want to be peeved, annoyed at his inability to take anything seriously. But you see the joy in his smile and hear the way his laugh rings loud and true, gaze fond and sweet directed your way and soon enough you're laughing as well, giggling and smiling. Stomach aching, 'It hurts' , echoing somewhere in your head. It doesn't matter though, not when your head feels light and your cheeks warm. Tears welling at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for breath.

It's a simple and sweet bond, crafted out of trust and comfort, familiarity and warmth.

-

The news of his death rattles something terrible in you. A hollow, numbing feeling pools, spreading like tar, thick and heavy in your body. Fog building in your head, an anchor on your tongue. He's died, and with that has taken something of yours with him. They call it 'mourning', you've learned, something people do when a great loss is suffered. Meant to process grief and what was taken far too early. To cope, live on despite. 

Whispers of sympathy and prayers permeate the streets, details of the accident are few and talk of honoring his life are fewer. Carlo and his fate hang over the city of Krat.

Haunts you. 

Far too young are you to feel such a cruel twist of fate, the unsettling truth of what happens to everyone and everything. Something changes, curdles in your chest when made way to grieve. He's left you behind with the knowledge of the irrefutable.

Hours turn to days which bleed into weeks, and soon tragedy is washed away with the  rainstorms that berate the city. Between the haze in your mind and the bustling murmur of the crowded streets, it's a miracle that you hear the call of your name.

He approaches you in the streets little more than a month after the news broke out, a light spring in his step. For a corpse, he seems plenty lively. Bright grin plain as day on his face, freckled cheeks scrunching with that familiar mischief swimming in his blue eyes. 

But Carlo is gone. Cold and dead, mourned and missed, and you don't know who this is. You look a little harder, gaze sharper.

Blue. Wrong. Fake. 

Get away.

You reel back with your heart thumping wild, ignoring the confusion that shows on his face, tears forming with a barbed response on the tip of your tongue and an awful ringing buzzes in your ears. What a sick joke. 

Eyes still glued to the stranger, you step back. Slow at first, timid and careful, all before bolting away, ears picking up on the squawk of surprise sounding behind you.

You don't know where you're going. There's no plan in escape, you just have to get away from whatever that was. You barely have it in you to call out apologies for the people you nearly bump into. Your legs carry you between tall buildings and hidden corners of the streets, ducking and weaving, narrowly avoiding clipping your shoulder on the hard stone and splintering wood. Before you know it, you recognize the similar darkened streets that you had used in your own escapes with Carlo so many times before.

This part of the city was always dim, secluded and safe, street lights had not yet been installed around these areas, much to the frustration of those who lived in these parts. It never took long for a blanket of darkness to fall over the buildings and homes when the sun began it's descent and shadows would set just right.

Heartbeat drumming in your ears and chest aching, you reach blindly, feeling for a wall to lean your weight on. Panting, hunched over and gulping air down like a fish desperate for water. Head numb and mind humming with exhaustion.

'What was that? Some elaborate scheme? A prank?'

Any further thoughts are halted when you notice the pounding of footsteps behind you. Calculated and heavy, he, it, knows where you are. Probably followed you the whole time.

It's close, and with dread making it's home in your veins do you realize that you've nowhere left to go, you've lead yourself to a complete dead end. That fake will round the corner any minute and you'll be a sitting duck.

The sound of footfalls slows the closer it gets, you'd almost call it hesitant if you weren't scared out of your wits. Steps echo between the corridor walls, that awful, full body shake inducing panic shoots through you once more, an ice cold fear nestling deep in your bones.

'Leave me alone. He's gone. Please stop.' Stress plucks at your fears like an instrument, each strum yanks at your heart, leaves you anxious and paralyzed.

Had your heart not been hammering in your chest and pulse thrumming in your fingertips, you'd probably feel much more self conscious about the whimper that leaves your lips, weak and pitiful. Loud. Palms fly to your mouth, your hands clamping tight with a sting. Eyes screwing shut in fear.

The steps halt altogether, the only sounds you can register is the beat of your heart and the shallow, rapid breaths leaving your lips. It's cramped and cold where you are, jagged stone digging into your back.

A few feet away you hear a breath catch in someone's throat, and like earlier, a call of your name, only this time it's said with as much tenderness as a lullaby. Gentle. Soothing. Your eyes twitch just for a moment. It's unfair, using Carlo's voice like that. You know if you look there will be no going back, no denying what's happening. 

You hear the call of your name ring out one more time, small and fragile, and you open your eyes. 

There he stands, confusion clear on his face, brows loosely raised and lips set into a small frown. Taking your subtle acknowledgment as encouragement it looks as if he intends to close the distance between you, though the hope is quickly dashed when he sees you scramble at his advance, pushing yourself as far as you can go into the corner furthest away from him. You remind him of a wounded animal, an uncomfortable feeling clambers in his chest at the thought and his frown deepens.

A different approach is what he goes for this time, slowly, at a snail's pace, does he reach his arm out. Even in your manic state you still manage to toss an incredulous look his way, taking every bit of his common sense and resolve to not laugh at the expression. He'll gladly take whatever he can get, he'd do anything to prevent that fearful gleam in your eyes, squash any chance of being the cause of it himself.

You both stay in this standstill for what feels to be an eternity, eyes locked and unwavering, waiting to see who will crack first. A genuine gasp leaves his lips when he sees you reach out, shaking fingertips lightly brushing against his own. This is your call, he will follow your lead in this dance. 

Finally, you stand to your full height and at a much slower pace does he do the same, and then you're back to staring at him, eyes flicking about his person this way and that, analysing everything. Normally he'd say you're overreacting, call you a 'worrier ' and be done with it, but he knows better. You've changed, something has happened to you in his month's absence and he doesn't like it one bit, you stare at him like he's a stranger, ran as if he'd flashed a weapon from underneath his sleeve.

So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he barely catches what you've said to him, mind struggling to put the puzzle pieces together. Ever the merciful out of your duo, you repeat yourself,

"What are you?".

'Huh.'

-

(Basically!!!! What if Carlo still perished, and P was still built to replace him, and Geppetto, in a frantic and guilt ridden haze builds a new son at an astounding speed, and with using such a, uh, 'fresh' Ergo leads to P 'waking up' nearly instantaneously. So rather than being a puppet becoming human, P is a 'human' coming to terms with what he actually is.

This is all over the place, but I imagine Geppetto would keep P's interactions with others to a definitive minimum, if P ever asked about it Geppetto would chalk it all up to his son being weakened so severely by his accident that he would need near constant supervision to maintain his health. Tells P that Ergo is what is keeping him alive, it's why his eyes are now blue and how he can wield the weighty legion arm with such ease.

Only a trusted few are allowed to know of his existence. I mean? The entire city mourned his son, he can't exactly have an almost carbon copy strolling about the streets. Reader is probs not at the top of Geppetto's 'can tell list' lol. I'm fully leaning into the idea that Carlo/P snuck out and went absolutely wild looking their bud lmao. Poor fella doesn't know that visiting reader is gonna come with a side of confusion and an unwanted existential crisis/soul searching😔

And final thing! I have not finished Lies of P, nor have I even reached a single ending (but I'm making progress every day! <:) ), so I apologize if any details are choppy, confusing, or don't align with what is canon! I don't know how Carlo died, and I do not wish to be spoiled, this was just a fun sort of AU(?) thought that just kept snowballing ^^; Thank you everyone for your time, I sincerely hope this wasn't too much of a mess, and that it was at least an entertaining read! <:) )

#lies of p carlo #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #writing post #augh goodness im so so scared to post this ^^; #i havent written in months and this is the most substantial thing ive posted on tumblr in YEARS #I need to steel myself ive been working on this thing since 2:06 pm yesterday and it is currently!!!! 4:56 am!!! girl get help!!! #writers i lomf yall so much how?? do you bring your thoughts and feelings and ideas into cohesive words i am asking for a friend #chels mumbles #chels writes #😳