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allysunny · 2 months

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Hiii can i request a fic for the 200 follower event? (Congrats btw!!!!!!!!)

9 & 10 with i

Nanami ofc 🙏❤️

"I miss you" + "Is this close enough for you?" + Bathing together x Nanami Kento

Words: 2.4k words

Warnings: Fluff, very soft Nanami, lots of fluff, like, real sweet, so much sugar you'll get a rush, bathing, some suggestive themes but it's barely there and not explicit at all, no use of y/n, not proofread. Do let me know if I forgot anything!

A/N: Hey there everyone! We're back with another of my event requests. I think I'm getting better at this "short drabble" kind of thing, don't you? 2.4k words. That's gotta be a record.

Anyway, I loved writing this. I love Nanami so much and he deserves the best. I also tried something with his names, I don't know if it's confusing,, but I called him "Kento" when it was from our point of view, and "Nanami" when it was from the 3rd?

I don't know if it's confusing? I was trying omg.

I hope you like this!!!! <3

You'd been close to dozing off on your bed when your husband got home. Your face was smushed against his pillow to take in whatever was left of his scent, and your phone was lying next to you, soft sound coming from its speakers.

When Nanami entered the bedroom, he already expected something like this might happen. You were a tremendously caring woman, and an even more doting wife, insisting on staying up to greet him every time he returned from a mission. Which lately, seemed to be every single evening.

So, when he'd told you he had to cancel your Friday night plans for the second week in a row, you tried your best to force a tight-lipped smile, and kissed his cheek, making him promise he'd arrive in one piece.

It hurt when he was gone. You weren't a stranger to the anxiety that pooled in your stomach whenever Kento was out on missions, but that did not mean you enjoyed it or what it entailed. You felt sick to your stomach whenever he for a mission, and lately, that's all he had seemed to do. Wake up, go to work, text you "I'm working overtime. Don't expect me for dinner", get home really late, fall asleep. Rinse and repeat. At first, he tried telling you not to wait up for him. After all, his schedule was unpredictable, and he didn't want to put your health at risk. But you never seemed to give up, and Nanami had come home to find you on various poses and doing a plethora of different activities to keep yourself awake until he returned.

Today though, it seemed like sleep was a worthy rival. You were closer to the land of dreams than you were to sensing the bed dip beside you.

Nanami sat next to your body and smiled sadly, caressing your cheek with his fingers. You looked lovely, even in your sleep, features softened by the dim glow of your beside candlelight.

His touch was enough though, and you blinked the sleep away from your eyes are you looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I was waiting for you," you mumbled, "I'm waiting for you. I'm up. I'm not asleep."

"I can see that," he hummed in reply as you sat up. You extended your hands and Nanami moved closer, resting his jaw on your palms. It was sort of a ritual you two had. He'd come home, and you'd look for any scratches, bruises, or anything that could leave a mark.

You were pleased to find his soft skin untainted and rewarded him with a soft peck on the lips.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"A few minutes after two. You should get some rest. I'll join you in a minute."

"No," you mumbled. "Where are you even going?"

"I need to take a shower. I'll be right back."

You whined and held onto his jaw tighter, not wanting to let him go. With all the missions your husband had been picking up, it had been a while since you spent some time together. Even when it came to sleep, you wouldn't be able to savour those sweet moments in which he wrapped his arms around you. You either fell asleep too fast due to the exhaustion or woke up to empty sheets. It was depressing to say the least, but you didn't want to worry Kento too much about it. He knew how you felt, and you knew he was doing his best to provide for you and to assure your quiet early retirement in Malaysia.

"I'll come with you," you answered, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, and getting up with a big stretch and a loud yawn.

"Darling, isn't it better if you just go to sleep? You must be exhausted."

"And I am," you nodded. "But tomorrow you're not gonna be home, and I wanna make the most out of the time you're still here. I'll just catch up on my sleep in the morning." It tugged at your heart that Kento was spending a perfectly fine weekend drowning in work back in Jujutsu Tech, but once again, you knew it all to be for the best in the end.

He hummed and dipped his head to kiss your head.

"That's a lovely sentiment, but I won’t be going anywhere tomorrow."

Your eyes widened and you looked up.

"What?"

"I'm not working tomorrow. I'll all yours for the entire weekend."

A giggle slipped past your lips and you all but jumped on top of the man before you. He caught you, of course, and you wrapped your legs securely around his waist, making quick work of peppering his face with kisses.

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're not messing around? You're staying with me?"

"Not going anywhere."

You giggled once again and pulled his face closer to yours, claiming your lips in his. He tasted like coffee and home, and you could taste him for hours on end. He kissed you back just as eagerly, pressing your body close against his. You tasted like the peppermint toothpaste you liked so much, and home. He felt like home. This is exactly where he belonged, bodies close together as you kissed his breath away.

"So," you offered him a smug grin after you pulled away, "That shower?"

"I have a better idea."

It was a better idea for sure.

Kento had asked you to wait outside in your bedroom while he prepared something, going from the bathroom to the kitchen, to your bedroom, to the bathroom, to the bedroom again, fetching and getting things.

It was only when it was finished that you realised it had been worth it.

Your husband had prepared a marvellous bubble bath, complete with rose petals and two glasses of champagne on the edge. The bathroom smelled of roses and vanilla, and you all but moaned in delight when you took a whiff of the sweet fragrance.

"Kento, this is – " you couldn't finish your sentence. There were no words to describe the burst of love you were currently feeling. You leaned back into Nanami's chest, and he placed a caring hand on your hip. You two fit like pieces of a puzzle, that was for sure.

"Hop in," he said. You did not need to be told twice. A tad bashfully, you got rid of your pyjamas, folding them and placing them on top of your bed before tying up your hair. You then slowly entered the tub, with help from Kento, ever the gentleman, who offered you his arm so you could steady yourself. As soon as you sunk in the water, you felt all tension leave your muscles. The water was warm, but not scalding hot, and you smiled because Kento always remembered everything about you. It was one of the reasons he was such a wonderful person and partner.

"Come close," you smiled, extending your hand towards his. He brushed it softly and got to work, removing his clothes, and throwing them in your dirty hamper. He then got inside the tub, positioning himself behind you. He sat down with his legs spread so you could slot in between and brought his hands to your stomach and waist to press your back against his chest.

"Is this close enough for you?" He asked in that sultry tone of his, the one he knew made your legs buckle and your knees weak.

"This is perfect," you replied, leaning into his touch. You sighed once again as he filled the tub some more and found comfort in the beat of his heart.

The two of you spoke for a while, content to just relax and catch up. It was three in the morning, and yet you found this to be absolutely perfect. Kento's hands around you would softly caress your skin, and you'd play with the bubbles and suds, blowing on them and giggling.

Kento confided in you about his work, which you were grateful for. He could be very closed off, but it made you happy he trusted you so much. Made you love and appreciate him even more, so every once in a while, you'd turn your head ever so slightly. Nanami, ever the understanding man, would pick up immediately and lean forward, pressing his lips to you. He'd never been a big fan of affection, but that all changed when you showed up and flipped his world upside down. Now, he couldn't get enough of you and indulged in whatever affections you offered him.

"This is nice," you mumbled, eyes threatening to fall closed.

Nanami hummed in agreement and kissed the top of your head as his hands lovingly ran up and down your chest, your stomach, your thighs – just about anywhere he could reach.

"I miss you," you say after a moment of silence.

"I'm right here," is his hushed reply.

"No, Ken," you say, turning your face towards his again. "I miss you."

Nanami sighed and kicked himself mentally. He knew where this was going, and hated every bit of it, but he also knew you needed to voice your concerns, so he let you speak.

"We haven't had any time together lately. You've been so busy with work... And I know it's all for Malaysia, and that you're doing your best to provide for us, but I just..." You fiddled with your fingers, playing with the bubbles that covered the water. "I just wish you made some time for us; you know. We have so much time to think about our retirement. I don't want us not to enjoy our time together because of that."

Nanami nodded and tightened his hold on you. He knew you felt this way, and he was feeling extremely guilty about it all. It was true though – everything he did, he did it to secure a nice future for the two of you in Malaysia, a dream you'd shared since the day you met. A house on the beach, books, maybe a crib in the corner and the pitter patter of tiny feet walking around barefoot. He wanted nothing more than that.

But he also knew he was being unfair. In spending all this time working towards your goal, he'd been neglecting you and your marriage.

And that couldn't do.

"I'm sorry, honey," he started, with a sigh. "You're absolutely right. I think that I do all of this simply because I want to get away from my line of work as soon as possible."

You listened attentively, nodding along. Kento had always been an amazing communicator, and you'd never had troubles telling each other how you felt. Just one more reason your marriage worked so well.

"All I want is to whisk you away to paradise, but that is causing me to brush you off and focus solely on my work. I feel like if I don't work as hard as I know I could, it means I'm letting you down. It means I'm not doing the best I can to assure you a nice future."

"Oh Ken," you frowned, turning around, and causing the water to tremble ever so slightly. "You're not letting me down." You spoke. "You never could. I know how badly you're working towards Malaysia, but you don't have to do it to the point of exhaustion. Like I said, we've got time. And I'm working too. We're both making an effort, and it will be enough, and it will be worth it. But let's enjoy our time together, alright? You never know what tomorrow may bring, and I want to make sure I don't waste a minute of my time by your side." Your hands were on his cheeks, and it wasn't until Kento reached out to wipe your cheek that you realised you were crying.

"I'm sorry, my love," he pleaded, holding your face, his whole entire world, in between his hands, carefully, his grasp feather-like. "I'm so sorry for making you feel so alone."

"You don't have to apologize, honey. You were doing it with the best intentions in mind. I too want Malaysia, more than anything. And our house on the beach, our books, the endless sand, and sun and maybe..." The unspoken words were left hanging in the end, and Nanami smiled. "But we should also cherish our time here. In our silly little suburban house, with our en-suite bathroom and our nice and green backyard. We should cherish us."

Nanami nodded, and brought your face closer to his, enveloping you in a warm hug as kissed you passionately. You swept your tongue over his lips and sighed blissfully as he cupped your waist tightly.

"I love you," Nanami mumbled, hazel brown eyes focused on yours.

"I love you too, Kento. So much. And I'm so happy I get to spend my life with you. I'm so lucky to have you by my side."

"No – " he interrupted you, placing a finger to your lips. "I'm the lucky one. I'm lucky to have such an incredible woman who supports me through and through, who never gives up on me, who has taught me how to love. I'm so grateful for you. I always will be, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You smiled at his confession and kissed him again. Your hands quickly went around his neck, and you played with his hairs at the nape of it. You tugged on his blonde locks softly, coaxing him to lean his head backwards, which granted you a better access to his mouth.

He groaned in response, and you could feel something hard press against your thigh.

"Someone's excited," you giggled against his neck, and Nanami gave your hips a soft squeeze, earning a squeal from you.

"Let me start right now."

"Hm?" You hummed in confusion.

"Proving just how much I love you."

In one quick motion, your positions were inverted. You were leaning against the tub, and Nanami was hovering over you, eyes dark with desire. It made hear pool in your lower belly and your cheeks felt warm.

"Kento – you'll make a mess out of the floor," you mumbled, looking at the way the water had started to spill out of the tub.

"I'll take care of it later," he replied, and dropped to kiss you, hands settling on your waist. "For now, let me just show you just how lucky I am. How much I cherish you. Please."

He parted from your lips to look into your eyes, a question hidden behind his. He was waiting for your reply. Of course. No matter how eager or aroused he was, your sweet Kento would always ask you first. Your heart felt like it was going to explode as he silently looked at you, waiting for a response.

And how could you refuse him, when he asked you so nicely, and you were so much in love?

A/N: And that's it!

I hope you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it. Soft Nanami is my favourite, I afraid, after Angsty-Nanami.

I'm not dead, just busy with uni, so once again I thank you all for your patience.

Have an amazing day ahead!! <3

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stariikis · 2 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐧𝐫𝐤 ˖ ࣪⭑

synopsis ; like the moon needs the stars, riki's whole life would crumble without you. his inspiration, greatest motivation, and his muse.

pairing ; artist!nishimura riki x muse!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, realllly really short drabble of thoughts

this love's possessing me, but i don't mind at all

There are a million ways to say, 'I love you.'

Aren't there?

One chasing after their certain eye-candy may purchase a whole bouquet of that person's favourite flowers. Another would pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper, a subtle love confession decorated with stickers and fanciful designs. Another might try their hardest to impress them with whatever their forte is.

Riki, however, takes all these and mashes them into one gorgeous painting on an easel.

He emerges from his 'workplace', one of the study rooms in your shared apartment. A blank canvas, about the size of his hand, accompanies him out. Not to mention the various brushes, the bristles sticking out all over the place revealing how loved they are. The paints, watercolour in a small box, acrylic aligned in their designated tubes, and oils of any colour possible.

Lips puckered in a pouting motion, he scans you as if wondering what light he wants to paint you in today. Where he wants to set up his painting station for the next few hours.

The reasons for his choice of background go from the smallest of things to the most obvious. It could simply be the style of your choice of clothes, but once it had been because of the way you reacted when he woke you up in the morning.

He used a fiery red base colour for that artwork. Perfectly encapsulating the constant frown you wore the rest of the day. His words, not yours. They could only ever be his words.

When he finally dismissed you from 'work', he paid you for your efforts with a kiss.

Your sour expression morphed instantly. In the blink of an eye, it was almost as if you had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

it's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall

Today he quietly brings you to the edge of a field, just as sundown occurs. He looks up at the sky, cotton candy clouds bleeding into a warm hue of orange. Nothing leaves his mouth. An absolute silence has overcome him.

And knowing that there's no need for you to break it, there's no need to coax him out of this state for the better, comforts you deep down to the core.

It's like you know exactly how to go about routine, as you settle yourself in the wispy, tall grass and wait for him to set up his materials. However, after propping up his easel, he doesn't unpack his paints and brushes like he usually does. He doesn't unroll his scuffed-with-paint marks apron.

He merely gazes at you, soft and mesmerised.

As an artist, he should have neutral feelings towards his muse. He should be evoking surrounding emotions and feelings. He should be drawing them from deep within himself, and expressing them on the canvas before him.

A muse is only meant to be an inspiration. At times, it's the subject of the art piece. However, it's never the sole purpose.

But the way Riki looks at you proves all that wrong. The way his calloused hands held yours on the way to this destination. The way he scoots closer to you just as you drift off into sleep, and whispers all the newest paintings he's made. He confesses all the sketches he makes are of you. He can't get you out of his mind, he murmurs in a shaky tone, he can't rid himself of your influence on his artistry.

But he's so in love.

Why would he ever want to?

it's like supernatural ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry to anyone expecting me to write any other members. i'm just too addicted to writing for riki... i promise they will have their own fics soon. pls scold me if i don't churn them out... TT

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kaylinlmfao · 1 year

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Dark ethan finding out you got pregnant and an abortion by reading a text mindy or tara sent you hoping your feeling better i think ethan would lose his shit

the abortion (1\3)

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark, suggestive

warning(s): swearing, mentions or abortion, mentions of sex, suggestive content, abuse, toxic and dark relationship dynamics

pairing(s): dom!ghostface!dark!toxic!ethan landry x shy!sub!reader

summary: after ethan finds out (y/n) aborted his child, he is furious

A/N: ohh my gosh I love this. thanks for requesting and keep requesting! (especially for dark ethan. im such a whore for him, Jesus)

I heard a short, quick knock on my dorm room door and I rushed to answer it, thinking it was tara and mindy to come hang and cheer me up. "hey tar-" I stopped abruptly seeing my boyfriend ethan standing there looking angry. "oh, hey ethan. what's going on? come in." I say, pushing the door open further and making way for him to walk in. "hi princess." he said, looking me up and down, his eyes dark and angry. it looked like he was looking more at my stomach. does he know? oh shit. but there's no way. mindy and tara are the only ones who know and they would never tell anyone without my permission.

"e, what's wrong?" I ask, scared. I love ethan but sometimes he gets violent and dark and I hate that. " you know exactly "what's wrong" " he says in a mocking tone. "no I don't. e?" he comes rushing at me, pinning me against the wall and gripping my throat tightly, almost to where I couldn't breathe. "don't fucking play stupid, bitch. this will go so much faster if you'll just tell the truth. hm, sweetheart?" I grab and try to scratch and pull his wrist off of my neck because I was starting to get lightheaded. "ethan" I choke out. "please" "please what? you want me to let go? you want to fucking breathe?" I struggle but I nod. "well guess what I fucking wanted? MY FUCKING BABY TO BREATHE" he yelled in my face as tears were streaming down my cheeks.

my knees buckle underneath me as I wane in and out of consciousness from the lack of air. ethan quickly let's go off my throat and lifts me back up, slamming me against the wall again. "eth-" I get cut off with a hard slap on my cheek and I let out a sob. "how do you know?" I breathe out gently. "think about when you left me alone with your phone."

last night

I sit on my bed, scrolling on tiktok when suddenly, ethan flops next to me. "hey gorgeous." "hi!" I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips so he doesn't suspect anything. I stand and walk over to my closet as my phone dings with a message from the groupchat with tara and mindy.

"hey, y/n. how're you feeling?" tara's message reads.

"did the abortion go ok?" mindy asks.

"yeah, im fine. I feel alright except for feeling really guilty."

"it's ok, y/n. you did the right thing" tara says.

"you know that neither you or ethan are ready for a child. you wouldn't have been able to give it the life it deserves, y/n" mindy's message says

"yeah I know"

"how about we have a girls night tomorrow night? ice cream, popcorn, alcohol" tara voices

"and horror movie binges!" mindy adds

I smile widely and quickly type a fast response of yes as I hear ethan climb out of the bed. I grab a robe and walk out to my room. "im gonna take a shower ok?" I ask as I plug my phone up to my charger on my bed. "of course, pretty girl. you want me to come?" he asks and winks. I would say yes but I'm afraid that having sex might screw up the abortion. "no, it's ok." I smile and walk to the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I start the shower, strip, and climb in.

third persons pov

"she seems like she's hiding something. she's more distant. and she spent way to long in her closet just to get a robe" ethan thinks and glances toward her phone. he looks over at the bathroom to still hear the water running and quickly picks up her phone and types in the pass code. good thing he's snoopy and found out what it was. he opens her phone and the group chat with tara and mindy is still open. he scrolls up the night before and reads everything from the moment y/n told her friends that she was getting the abortion to the last text sent.

"yeah, let's do it! i'm gonna go hop in the shower. love you guys!"

all ethan sees is red. he was gonna kill her. he was gonna gut her from the inside out. she killed his child. he was fuming as he stood up, putting the phone exactly where it was before. he needed to leave before he hurt his little princess too bad to where she can't come back from it. he'll go take out his anger on someone else. he opens the door and slams it closed behind him, going to find his next victim.

now

the realization seeped into her slowly as she looks up at him with big eyes full of tears. he's much taller and bigger than she is. he could kill her. he could actually kill her and y/n is sure he'd get away with it. she listens to him breathe heavily and angrily full of fear. "ok. it's ok. I'm not mad anymore sweetheart, ok? we'll just keep trying until we make another one. and I won't let you kill it this time." he looks at you with dark eyes before throwing you over his shoulder and walking to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.

1.1k words (I got carried away)

hope you liked it! thanks for requesting and keep em coming! I'm open to write anything for anyone as long as they are over 18 and I know who they are. thanks! -kaylin ;)

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry #tara carpenter #sturniolo triplets #scream movies #scream #scream 6

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pissheartmybeloved · 10 months

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trying something new - little drabble of writing after the cut! I don't really write so let's see 😅

"Be honest, honey, are you sat in a little puddle right now?"

He's squirming, sat on the floor where he had been instructed to after the first 15 minutes of desperate potty dancing. His boxers are damp, and he's still using both hands to grip onto himself, trying to hold back the rest of his pee as he sits in a little puddle of his own making. There's tears in his eyes as he looks up at his dom, embarrassment at not being able to hold it and that he had been too shy to say anything about his growing urge until it was too late.

Earlier, when he had been teasingly asked if he needed to go pee, he had denied it, just slightly too ashamed to admit that he needed to go after being asked so pointedly. His dom had looked him up and down as they asked, their hand over his tummy, feeling for the bulge of his overfilled bladder. Being teased at that moment had felt not worth it for the relief of going after holding it for a little while. Besides, he really hadn't needed to go that bad, he could definitely hold it until they stopped paying quite so much attention. The problem, of course, being that his dom only paid more and more attention to him as his bladder slowly began to overfill, taking his urge from pressing to urgent.

Next to his dom, he felt as the urge went from being manageable to feeling like he had an ocean inside of him, unable to focus on anything more than the need to let some of the building pressure out of his bladder. He felt his cock twitch at the thought of relieving himself, only to quickly squeeze his legs together in a futile attempt to stay dry.

Thus, he became more and more desperate, going from crossing his legs, to wiggling his hips, to snaking a hand under the blankets of the sofa to hold onto his poor cock, as the first little drip escaped him. Unable to stop it, he felt his overtired muscles relax for just a short second, felt piss seep into his boxers, leaving a warm wet spot at his tip. Unable to help it, he let out a whine at the loss of control and the sensation of the wet fabric, at which point he had been ordered to the floor. He would not be allowed to use the bathroom until he admitted he had lied about needing to go. Hence the situation he was in.

"Sweetheart, are you paying attention to me? I asked you a question."

It was a real emergency now, all dignity gone in the need to not completely piss himself whilst on the floor in front of his dom. Curled into himself, he whimpered as he grabbed onto his dick in a helpless attempt to prevent warm waves of piss gushing out. No matter what he did, he was losing control, unable to stop the continual leaks as his body betrayed him. First slow, he could feel that his muscles were slowly giving in, refusing to hold back the waves of pee inside of him, no matter how much he willed himself to just hold it in, not piss his pants. He looked up into the eyes of his dom as he felt another leak escape him, coming though his shaking fingers and adding to the small puddle growing around him.

"Sorry, I uh- I might. Be. In a puddle. A little bit."

"Only a little bit, huh? And would you like to continue wetting yourself on the ground, or would you like to apologise for lying, and earn my permission to use the bathroom?"

He just couldn't. Couldn't admit that he had been too shy to say anything, and had let it get to the point where he was slowly wetting himself on their living room floor, unable to even get to a better part of the house.

"I'm sorry for lying, I'm sorry, can I please go? Please? I'm desperate, I can't hold it much longer-"

At this, he felt his lower body spasm as a long jet of pee gushed out of him, enough for him to let out a little cry of humiliation as he continued to lose control. This was it, he wasn't going to make it in time, he was going to have an accident and be unable to stop. What little control he had left was leaving him.

'"Honey, if I gave you permission to pee right now, do you really think you'd be able to make it to the bathroom in time?"

Whining, he just shook his head - he couldn't stand up right now without letting go, let alone walk. To his growing horror, his leaks were getting closer and closer together - first giving him time to feel the shame of his actions, and then becoming more of a constant stream of pee into his wet clothes as the puddle beneath him grew and grew. Admitting that he couldn't make it to the bathroom, that he was going to pee on the ground, and that it was an emergency so could his dom perhaps get a towel or something so he made less of a mess was awful. He stuttered his way through the begging, in the vague hope that his dom would be kind enough to let him mitigate the inevitable accident.

It was just then that he realised they wouldn't even have time for that, and that he was finally, finally at his limit. Gasping, he felt it as his body gave up - felt the floodgates open as he began to truly release. His mind clouded over with nothing but pure relief and he couldn't help but moan as he finally got the release he had been trying to prevent for so long. He couldn't even feel shame whilst he pissed full force, unable to process anything further than the perfect feeling of letting go after so long.

fin.

#im shy abt this ahsgdhhs #i really genuinely do not write at all. not my bag #omo #omorashi #piss kink #pee kink #writing

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steamberrystudio · 4 months

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31/12/2023 Devlog

Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuff! Except I skipped one because I can't remember why.

I half-wrote it but I think I just wasn't feeling up to finishing and posting.

I haven't been doing extremely well health-wise lately but still powering through.

Summary

Finished writing Chapter 5.5 (the new chapter in WSC)

Finished editing Chapters 6, 7, and 8 of Asher's path

Finished all the profiles for the GS lore book

Have started wrapping up the "side stories" and additional content for the GS lore book

Ramble

Okay so in my last update I was in the middle of editing chapter 5 and was nearly to the start of chapter six in editing Asher's route. I finished up chapter 5...

At that point when I was looking ahead, I started feeling like I wanted to add in a transition scene to move between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6.

As I started plotting out this scene, one of my ideas took on a life of its own and I realised that it might be better to interject a new, fleshed out story incident that would allow me to slow the pacing as well as flesh out the setting and universe a little more. This incident would also let me tie into some earlier events and connect them to something that occurs in chapter 6, also foreshadowing the chapter 6 incident.

Ultimately, this became too much to call a "scene" and I decided to branch it off into a supplementary chapter (IE a chapter a bit shorter than the others and meant to be released along with another chapter.)

Then that chapter ended up being 30,000 words.

So that happened.

After finishing that I went on to finish editing chapters 6, 7, and 8. I am currently on chapter 9. I only have a few more chapters before I'm finished editing Asher's path. As always, during my edits, one of the main things I do is flesh things out.

So obviously the word count has grown from that (and, you know, the 30k extra chapter I invented).

Currently the word count is 468,000 words.

Other Stuff:

I have received several new BGs and a new BG sketch. BGs are continuing to come in at a fairly steady pace.

I now have all the BGs for The Ophelia and the artists are working on other locations finally. OwO

I've also been, here and there, doing small tweaks to the sprites, small additions and fixes.

Gilded Shadows:

As I mentioned, I finally got through all the character profiles. There are so many more characters than I remembered in this game.

Then I got halfway through and realised that I forgot five. And had to insert them, which...meant rearranging pages, which is a pain in the butt. However, that is now complete.

What I'm working on now is finishing up some of the short stories and drabbles I have planned or partially written out and getting them into the lore book.

As well as gathering any other content. The lore book is currently about 350 pages. And I am really hoping to wrap it up soon.

Upcoming Weeks:

Next couple of weeks I will be trying to wrap up the lore book and wrap up editing Asher's Path.

When I finish editing Asher's path I'll be moving on to finish drafting the end sequences for the four remaining characters. I'm starting to have an idea of where the word count is going to end up but will have a better idea for sure when Asher's edit is complete.

I have written over 100,000 words since mid-August, just plugging away and trying to hit at least 1000 words a day.

I hit my year end word count goal of 466,000 words for When Stars Collide but unfortunately did not finish the draft because the draft has grown in size.

But I am really hoping to finish it early next year so we can fully move into phase 2 of When Stars Collide.

I am also hoping to get the final KS stuff resolved for Gilded Shadows early next year as well (the lore book, art book, and some residual art and stuff).

For now, I shall just keep plucking away at it until it's all done.

And that is all for now. I will see you all next year.

#gilded shadows #whenstarscollide #amare game #indie otome game #updates #devlog

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st0ryf1lms · 11 months

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fallen ➳ hal jordan

pairing: hal jordan x reader

word count: 523

genre/warnings: fluff, i guess??? a bit of angst if you squint, open ending but i might make a part 2 if i dont get lazy

synopsis: what if hal jordan told you that he’s fallen? based on fallen by lola amour.

a/n: OH MY GOD GUYS IM BACK FROM THE DEAD!! it’s been so hard trying to write while keeping up with the honor roll at the same time so i went ia for over a year 😭 this one’s not really that good but oh well better than nothing ig i swear i’ll do all the reqs in my inbox this summer anw enjoy this short drabble of my fave test pilot!! <3

edit: part 2 is now up!

Hal Jordan was not a man of commitment. Never was, never is, never will be. He deemed himself "too busy" for a committed relationship. Well, you couldn't really blame him, he actually is too busy for a relationship. Aside from being a test pilot, he was also a Green Lantern (more or less, a space cop). Being a Green Lantern meant he'd have to be at the Guardians' beck and call, even if it means ditching a flight that could pose as a real problem for his life as Hal Jordan.

But honestly speaking? He'd rather be at your beck and call. That's right, yours.

You may not know it, but you have Hal wrapped around your little finger. Heartbroken because of a date that went south? No problem, he'll fly over to your place in less than a minute with ice cream and watch some romcom movie while you cry your heart out to him. Stuck in a conversation you don't like? No worries, he'll scoot over to you and pull you out of it real smooth. Did I mention he's also your best friend? Yeah, as cliché as it sounds, Hal freaking Jordan fell real hard for his best friend.

Harold "Hal" Jordan, the notorious serial heartbreaker would rather be at your beck and call. So, is he too busy for a committed relationship? Yes, he is. But a committed relationship with you? He's definitely considered it and his answer is no. No, he'll never be busy for you.

Numerous nights he's practiced in the mirror, went to go grab a drink that turns into six and gets a really bad hangover the next morning, imagined you with other guys and beat up the bad guys a little bit too hard. It's not really a healthy outlet but he has to make do with what he has.

"-Jordan. Earth to Hal Jordan. Paging Hal Jordan, you there?" You waved your hand in front of him as he quickly snapped out of his reverie. Damn, he must've zoned out again. "Yeah, yeah, right here. Sorry, you were saying?" He shook his head slightly and stared back at you, giving you the same heart eyes he always does. Not like you'd ever notice anyway.

"I was saying, a co-worker of mine asked me out and I'm not really sure if I should go but I kinda like the guy, know what I'm saying? I don't know, I just wanted to ask you for advice." You started rambling on again and he stared blankly into space, his surroundings blurring.

What? Someone finally beat me to it, he thought.

His mind was like an over speeding car, running at 100 miles per hour, gears turning and crashing down as he tried to process what you said.

"Hal, come on, I'm being serious." Your voice brought him back to reality again, the gravity of the situation actually sinking in. No, you can't go because I've been in love with you ever since the day we met and I can't let you get away because I'm a coward.

"What?"

Oh, no, he must've said that out loud.

#hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #green lantern x reader #green lantern #hal jordan imagine #green lantern imagine #hal jordan drabble #green lantern drabble #dc #dc imagine #dc x reader

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nisuna · 5 months

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I fucking love the fact that you write down my ideas so quickly. you have become my favorite.

and so, for a very long time I thought that Itadori had an older half-sister who always took care of him. Even when she learned that Yuji had become a vessel for Sukuna, the older half-sister did not leave her brother. And that's why she feels weird when Sukuna, who has her brother's body, fucks her on the couch. Of course, she couldn't resist the King of Curses himself. But she is very worried about the fact that this is her younger brother's body

Omg hiiiii♡ thank you so much that's so sweet of you 😭 I'm trying to keep up, but I've gotten a lot more submissions that I expected 0.o Would you like me to call you something or anyone for that matter? Something like (emoji)-anon if you're comfortable enough with me knowing that it's you ^^ Let me know if anyone would like that!

But either way, thank you for another take!!<3

~short drabble~

TW: this one's kinda dark as I'm currently malding, screaming, crying, throwing up over the new episode 🥲; angst with smut, kind of dubcon, forced sex, mating press, a lot if talking and hating, my heart hurts, this probably wasn't what you had in mind I'm sorry 😭

"Lets make a binding vow. If you let me fuck you I'll leave your brother alone whenever you're around, deal?"

Is he joking? What kind of deal is that? You cursed yourself that you were even considering it, but being able to linder your brothers pain even just a little was worth it for you

"Deal...but doesn't he see everything like you do when he's on the inside? I don't want him to know about any of this."

"Don't worry I put the brat to sleep and if he does wake up I'll erase his memory. He'll never know any of this happened."

"Not tricks alright? I want that included in the vow."

He clicked his tongue at your comment nodding his head with a sigh. "Sure sure whatever you want sweetheart. Now get rid of those clothes let's not waste any more time. You wouldn't want him to take over while you're stuffed full of cock now would you." At that you swallowed your remaining pride and gave him the okay by pulling your top over your head.

"Now we're talkin'."

You shouldn't be enjoying yourself right now, you really shouldn't. But how could you not if his fat cock was splitting you open so deliciously.

"Shit you're dripping. Best pussy I've had in years. You like it too, huh? Like my fat cock up your pussy? 'gonna make me cum if you keep clenching 'round like that."

"Ooooh will the mighty Sukuna-sama, King of Curses cum like a virgin boy within a few thrusts boohoo", you mocked which only earned you another hard thrust of his hips.

"Cool it. Or I won't play nice anymore. Might even wake the brat up to see his sister like that."

"You wouldn't! What about the vow?, you moaned at his harsh words and mean thrusts.

"The vow starts after the fucking, so you better watch it, got it?"

With that you pressed your lips together nodding your head. "Got it..."

Satisfied he grinned while putting your legs over his broad shoulders folding you in half.

"Now that's a good girl"

"Whatever."

At least he made it worth your while. He made you cum harder than anyone ever had. And more times than you could count. Your head was mush at the point he bottomed out and filled you up.

"Was nice workin' with ya, see you never, Sweetheart." he mused being kind enough to put Yuji's clothes back on.

As Sukuna left Yuji's conscience you were quick to put your clothes back in place. Catching him because he almost toppled over from exhaustion. He faintly heard you calling his name but as soon he saw your dishevelled self, pink cheeks and messy hair, his eyes shot open.

"Oh no. He was out wasn't he. Nee-chan what did he do? Tell me what he did, if he hurt I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fucking-."

"No he didn't do anything, don't worry everything's fine. I'm fine. We just.. talked. He will leave you alone as long as you're with me. You're safe with me now. He won't bother you anymore. From now on I won't ever leave your side. We'll stay together forever.", you smiled at him trying your best subdue the tears that were threatening to spill. You opted for hugging him tightly, patting his head softly. Yuji opened his lips to say something, but he swallowed his words and hugged you back just as tight instead. "Okay, I trust you. You would never lie to me right, Nee-chan?" You felt your heart drop at his words but hummed in agreement nonetheless. "Never."

You were a good sister and you loved your brother more than anything. And that is why you will be taking this secret to the grave.

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

#takes with nini♡#my heart hurts #jjk fanfic #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons #jjk drabbles #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #tw dubcon #jjk angst #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen smut

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mogoce-nocoj · 6 months

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Spent some time compiling my favourite bokris fics and here they are! This turned out to be rather long because I wrote little descriptions for every fic as well as why I liked them <3

Kisses by applegrass23 I think the first fic on ao3 that solely focuses on Bokris and the one that got me into this ship because while it's angsty and unrequited, I loved the focus on Kris and it's so well written. My heart broke but I loved it so much.

Pink by cursed_throwaway Explicit. Power dynamics and humiliation and a focus on Kris's 🍑. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea, I liked it though.

we don't talk about it anymore by vanvanvanvan Bokris get-together fic with eventual breakup (their “creative differences”) only they don't get back together as a band afterwards. They meet up again eventually and try figuring it out, loved their dynamic and the focus on early bokris.

measured intervals of absence by Anonymous Fell in love with this one. I'd call it a rather experimental narrative, with Bojan trying to negotiate his changing feelings toward Kris and the anxiety he feels. Beautifully written. Very poetic.

(go on) Leave me breathless by Anonymous Explicit. Choking kink negotiations. One of the best bokris dynamics. They're just so loving and the trust they have is beautiful and also, yeah, the choking kink.

Release from the What happens on the bus stays on the bus - Tour Drabble Collection by Anonymous Explicit. Kris has a rough time, Bojan makes him feel better. Sweet and full of comfort and trust.

Ko me tvoj objem zakriva (When I'm in your arms) by Anonymous Longfic, finished. Favourite bokris fic I've ever read but be prepared for a 60k slowburn. Follows Kris from first meeting Bojan to meeting Jan, joining Joker Out and falling in love with Bojan along the way. Includes a lot of references to the band's history such as Kris and Bojan's first meeting, their break, writing vse kar vem, Martin leaving etc. Has my absolute favourite Kris characterisation, addresses his need for control and anxiety moments. His eventual realisation that falling in love with Bojan was inevitable for him as well as him and Bojan figuring out what to do with it really hit me hard, personally. If you like slowburn you will be rewarded with the most beautiful scenes at the end because they're SO sweet to each other and made me cry. If you mention this fic to me I probably won't stop talking about it.

Breakfast by ludolefebvre Coffeeshop AU. Trigger for Kris depression episode. Bojan is the cute server who tries to get through to him. Loved the focus on Kris and Bojan's puppy behaviour, even if it's an AU.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight by JuliaBaggins @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare Perfectly encapsulates the post-Stožice high everyone was feeling. Mentions our favourite Kris Stožice outfit and Bojan and him working out their feelings for each other. Their dynamic is beautifully written and I particularly loved how Kris acted in this one <3

Interregnum by Nothing_Rhymes_With_0range Deals with Bojan trying to deal with his feelings after Martin has left the band and finding his solution in Kris. They're so unsure in this but also very sweet and yeah. They'll figure it out, as long as they have each other.

K is for Kind by Calli_Thaala Bojan and Kris finding adjectives for each other. Short, sweet, captures their dynamic perfectly.

Be My Baby by zojassparkle Longfic, finished. One of the best bokris longfic out there, following a pining Kris discovering himself and eventually realising that his feelings might not actually be unrequited after all.

Slap Your Tall Friend Day by Calli_Thaala Peak annoying Bojan. Joker Out's dynamic is also absolutely hilarious. Enjoyed reading it a lot.

that song doesn't have distortion by honey_and_venom 5+1, Soulmate AU, ongoing. Kris is Bojan's soulmate but they Do Not Talk About It. Loved the idea of their first words being their soulmarks and how sometimes you need a lot of time to really see one another because life and relationships are difficult.

The Space Between by SamePlaceandTime @reserved-fruit Post-Thailand fic dealing with all the Bokris moments we've seen lately. It's them slowly discovering that they might be ready to push their boundaries a bit further than just friendship and it's full of sweetness and comfort <3

Speaking of, special shoutout to @reserved-fruit's bokris fic prompt series, here on tumblr and here on ao3. I haven't managed to read all of them yet but I particularly liked Eat the Damn Soup and The One Where They're Found Out.

#bokris #bokris fic recs #joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #(this really makes me hope they don't use tumblr because i'll die if they ever see this list)

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moonflvver · 1 year

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i just discovered the way you write kaeya, and woah. he feels real and so, so heart-wrenching. i felt really bad because I don’t ever want to doubt him, even if theories say that he might betray the traveler. your fics convinced me that he’s just come short of people who care for him, and makes me want to jump through the screen and hug him whenever I play genshin.

i like to imagine a quiet moment with kaeya. like, him leaning on your chest, while he repeatedly tells himself, that you’re here. you won’t leave. but his treacherous heart says otherwise. but when you hold him close like this? it feels so much better.

I hope you have a nice day/week/year! I wish you know how much comfort you’ve been giving your readers every time we read your work!

a/n: reading this made my whole year T-T I'm so glad that you like my writing and that it helps to bring you comfort <33 so I offer you this little drabble.

character: Kaeya Alberich x reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst with comfort.

w/c: 333

It’s been a long day for Kaeya, and an even longer week. A recent string of thefts from a series of homes inside the city have left him overloaded with work. He’s been going around in circles on a wild goose chase for the past few days and it’s left him exhausted. On top of that he’s barely been able to see you and that alone has left him feeling more anxious than usual. In the past few months Kaeya has gotten to a point where he feels safe enough to seek out your reassurance when he’s feeling insecure in your relationship, but he’s barely had any time to talk to you this week and the self-doubt that you’re always able to chase away with just a touch has begun to take root in him. So when he drags himself back home in the middle of the night after yet another failed attempt at trying to find a lead on this culprit he finds solace in knowing that although you're asleep he gets to at least spend the night with you. Once he gets dressed for bed he silently maneuvers himself under the covers and rests his head on your chest. He sighs. Just being near you is enough to help him unwind, but there’s still that ever present voice in his head that deceives him into believing that you’ll leave. He feels himself about to start overthinking but then you stir beneath him. “Kae?” At first he thinks that you’ve woken up but then he recognizes the sleep within your voice. You must be dreaming. And despite this you pull him close, even in this dreamlike trance you’re still reaching for him. This simple action serves as a reminder, you’re here with him. You want him. And he allows himself to relax against you, his head is right above your heart and he can hear it beating. He can hear it telling him that he’s not alone, that he has you now.

#this is possible the sweetest ask I have ever received so thank you <3 #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya alberich #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #kaeya fluff #kaeya angst #꒰ ✶ ꒱ nora writes

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mickittotheman · 28 days

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hello new friend! ✨️

saw that post about random questions for your stories, i am yet to read much of your works besides the most recent galladrabble!

so help me get started, what's your favourite fic you've written? maybe your favourite line even? what inspired it?

New friend❗️❗️❗️❗️ 💫✨️ Thank you so much for the ask, I've been waiting to get home from work ALL DAY so I can answer this lol.

So, I do have some (very old) works floating around from past fandoms, but so far the only gallavich fics I've posted have been my drabbles.

But! I have been working on a gallavich fic since like a few weeks before I even made this sideblog, and by "working on", I mean "like over 100k into it so far and not even close to done"

Posting full chapters before I'm done with the entire fic always makes me nervous because what if i have a new idea and need to go back and change something, but I'm always happy to share scenes in the meantime!

Basic premise is it's a vaguely canon-compliant-ish au except they never met growing up. Ian is in his EMT post- Caleb era, and Mickey is newly escaped from the Milkovich House of Horrors and working as a bartender. Inspiration wise, I got this idea for one specific line (from IGGY of all people. like don't get me wrong Iggy is cool and all, but I honestly never thought about him that much until my need to write a stupid pun overcame me) and it somehow snowballed into an Entire Plot.

Anyways, long ramble aside, I have included one of the earlier scenes below if you are interested but if not of course that's fine okay byyyyeeeee 🫣 🤐 😶

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“Third drink of the night, Red,” Mickey says, sliding the newly filled glass of sprite back over to him. “Gonna hafta cut you off soon.”

“Ha fucking ha,” Red grumbles. Glares. Doesn't even try to hide the amused sparkle in his eyes.

He’s been acting weird today, though. Weirder than he usually is, and he’s already usually pretty fucking weird, so that's saying something.

He keeps shooting Mickey these little looks. Scrunching his brows together. Fiddling with his glass.

Mickey braces himself when Red suddenly takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, dreading what the guy might say. Might ask.

“Why do you call me Red?”

Mickey blinks. Out of all the questions he’d been steeling himself for, that hadn't been one of them. He’s not expecting it. Not expecting the serious look on Red’s face as he asks it. “Uh. Your hair. It’s red,” Mickey says like an idiot, as if the guy isn’t fucking aware of that fact.

Red huffs and rolls his eyes. Squints at Mickey suspiciously. Fiddles with his drink again. “Kinda starting to feel like you just don’t know what my name is.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” Mickey snorts.

Red falters. Nearly tips his glass over. “Seriously?” he asks. Looks a bit put out, a bit annoyed, a bit hurt, and over all really fucking ridiculous. “You don’t remember my name?”

Mickey cocks his brows. “You never fucking told me it, man.”

“I did! I–” Red’s eyes dart around, and Mickey assumes he’s flitting through his memories, trying and failing to find the moment he introduced himself. His skin goes all flushed (and Mickey doesn't think its adorable, because it’s fucking not) and he buries his face in his hands dramatically. “Oh my god. I am such an idiot.”

Mickey bites at his lower lip to reign in the smile threatening to pop up. Raps a fist on the bartop. “You good? You’re looking kinda red there, Red.”

Red splays out his fingers and aims a glare at Mickey from behind them. “Ian. My name’s Ian.”

Ian.

Mickey rolls it around in his head, on his tongue, getting used to the flavor of it. Ian. It’s good. Short and sweet, just like ‘Red’. Same amount of letters and everything. Flows better, though, the kind of name that sounds good when it's drawn out long and slow in a groan.

Holy fuck does Mickey need to get it together, this shit is getting fucking ridiculous.

Red– Ian– has regrouped himself while Mickey’s brain was falling to shambles. His pouty glare is back to full strength as he crosses his fucking treetrunk arms across his wide chest and fucking focus, Milkovich. “You didn’t think to fucking ask me what it was? This whole time?”

Mickey shrugs. Rubs at his lip. “Figured if you wanted me to know you would’ve told me.”

Ian uncrosses his arms to flail his hands around. Nearly knocks over his drink again. Mickey sagely reaches over and pushes it out of the danger zone. “Of course I wanted you to know! You think I wanted you to refer to me in your head by the color of my hair every time you think about me?”

“Who the fuck says I spend anytime thinking about your sorry ass?” Mickey shoots out, immediately on the defensive, because yeah, maybe he does spend too much fucking time thinking of Ian, but he’s not just gonna fucking admit to that.

Ian perks up at that. Grins that fucking grin that Mickey knows by now means trouble. “Didn’t say they had to be thoughts about my ass, specifically, but–”

“Shut the fuck up, Red–”

“Ian.”

“Ian,” Mickey mocks. He doesn't think he’s entirely imagining the way something sparks in Ian at the sound of his name in Mickey’s mouth, but he could just be confusing it with the way something in his own body gets set ablaze.

They both swallow. Mickey can see Ian’s adam's apple bob with it. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from Ian’s throat.

He thinks maybe Ian might be flirting with him sometimes. Maybe. But he’s not sure. Isn’t used to this.

Before, he’d always scope out his options, settle on a guy who seemed safe enough. Wouldn't have to say a word. Would just catch their eye, cock his brow, and jerk his head towards an exit. If they followed, great. If not, whatever. No skin off Mickey’s back.

He’s never done whatever this shit is. If this shit even is anything. Which, again, it could be.

Probably isn’t. He’s probably just gone too long without getting his dick wet. Is probably just pining like some fucking school girl after the unattainable quarterback, seeing signs that aren’t there. Fucking pathetic.

It ain't right. Mickey’s not fucking pathetic. He’s just not.

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That’s what he tells himself, at least, when he’s leaning his back against his front door hours later. Breath still panting, hand still shoved down his now sticky boxers, tongue still tasting Ian’s name, not even having made it to his fucking bed in his rush to get in and get off.

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#mechy answers #my scribblings #also YAY first ask on this blog whoop whoop 🎉#i can be bribed into sharing more scenes #and by “bribed” i mean “given the tiniest crumb of encouragement” lol #also NEW FRIEND YAY

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tsukimefuku · 2 months

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Bartender confessions

Nanami is trying to drink himself into oblivion to get his mind off of you.

Tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, light Nanami x reader, implied someone else x reader, some angst.

WC: 500

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma long fic I might write. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :)

Disclaimer: the stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

Nanami was by himself downing his second glass of whiskey at the bar you both usually went after your missions. The bartender was polishing one of the bar's glasses while looking at him, relatively worried as to how fast the man was drinking. He already knew Nanami's face, as well as yours, and found it strange that you weren't by his side this time.

"Hey, buddy. Where is your girlfriend?" The bartender inquired, placing the glass down and throwing the dish towel over his shoulder. If Nanami knocked himself out drunk, it would be good to have someone around to pay for him and get him home.

"She wasn't my girlfriend," Nanami answered, pointing at his glass to ask for another drink, "and she's most likely on a date with another man at this very moment."

Oh, the bartender realized. So this is why Blond Guy here was trying to get himself hammered as fast as possible.

"You seem pretty upset about a friend of yours having a date. You sure she wasn't your girlfriend?" The bartender inquired. "I mean, the way you looked at each other made it seem like it, man."

"I'm certain about it." Nanami grunted, as the bartender gave him the next dose of whiskey. The sorcerer had no idea why he was opening up about this with a bartender, but he just felt the need to get something off his chest. "It's my fault, really. But this is for the best." He concluded, bottoming his drink in one single gulp. Three entire doses of whiskey in less than half an hour. Nanami asked for another drink, and the bartender began to feel actually concerned.

"Not to butt in, but you don't seem better than when she's with you, buddy."

Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, unable to drink down his misery, no matter how fast he was bottoming out his alcohol. If regret had a face, right now, it would be his, even if he refused calling this what it actually was — regret.

Seeing how miserable the man looked, and how fast he was trying to drink himself into a coma, the bartender tried to cheer him up. "Look, mate, she seemed to really like ya'. Maybe if you apologize, she'll come around. Don't give up."

"I've already apologized. More than once, for that matter. She said she forgave me earlier today, and she's still on a date with another man." Nanami said this without realizing or thinking much about it. He pushed you away, and you went along with it. What did he expect, really?

The bartender was at a loss for words, because some situations can't be dealt with them, as he poured Nanami another drink. This was the first cup from which the sorcerer took a sip, and decided to try enjoying, as he realized that even if he drank himself to unconsciousness, he'd wake up to the reality of you still having went on a date with someone other than him.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk fanfic #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #jjk imagines #jjk x you

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bearhugsandshrugs · 2 months

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Bearhugsandshrugs Update – March '24

Hey all! I wanted to give a few updates since the last one was done over a month ago :)

TL;DR: Updates on MAD, WIPs, community things, and my life!

General Context

The last time I wrote I had some nice plans for things to write but then life happened and I got sick several times and spent most of February trying to recover. So in short, I'm "behind" on basically everything. And it won't get better, because...

I am also trying to crank out a proposal for my agent to take to publishers, and the loose deadline I was given for the best moment to submit is in April, so I will spend the next four weeks focusing on that. Which means all fics and WIPs will go on the backburner in the hopes of bringing my work into a form that'll get me published one day. That being said...

WIPs

There are several WIPs I was working on. The giveaway fic is done and will go live today, and the Gorsimp series has launched this past month, but I am moving everything else to May, maybe even June.

Worthy Chapter 3: Structure is drafted. ETA in a few weeks May

Folie Chapter 7: same as above, ETA May/June

Durgetash series (concept linked): I am tempted to start this but I don't want to commit to several series beyond MAD and Gorsimp right now, so idk. If there's a lot of interest I might start it in early summer.

Raphael series (concept linked): same as above. If there's significant interest I might start this. Might be nice to get back into Raphael.

There are a few drabbles I'm dabbling with, but they're nothing I want to commit to right now.

MAD

MAD will continue and there's so much coming... you have no idea. I will, however, update less often, so moving from the 2x/week schedule I had for a while into 1x every week or 10 days or so.

I'm planning to pick it back up more frequently once I'm done with my proposal so this is only temporary! Please don't mistake me updating less frequently with me not caring about the fic. It couldn't be further from the truth.

Gorsimp

This fic I'm co-writing with @bloodlessbhaalbabe is pretty much pre-written for the next year or so because we wrote a good chunk over the past two months, so you will see this fic update more frequently. It's cute. And hot. Please give it a read if you haven't already.

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First of all I want to thank the people who sent me tips on Ko-fi the past month. I was so taken aback that I didn't even know how to properly comment and thank you, so I apologize if my replies were weird D: It's mindblowing to me still.

I do want to do more community focused things like comment of the week/month, having a discord server for people to hangout, do more polls and giveaways, offer more writing tips, have discussion threads, and much more, but I am at the limit of my available time.

I have an offer of help with the discord so this might go live at some point, but very transparently, it all depends on how much energy I have left. Either way it's on my mind!

I hope these updates aren't too disappointing for you. It's basically me prioritizing my original writing for a few weeks.

In the meantime you can support me by reblogging your favs (Masterlist here!). I really do want to re-iterate how much it helps when you share my work on here.

Oh, and next giveaway? Once I hit 1k followers. Which will probably take a while.

Thank you all so much for reading and supporting me! I'm sending everyone much love 🖤

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yanderederee · 4 months

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Hello, i am sorry up front if this isn't a character you write for but i was so excited to see your headcannons opend. Can you please write headcannons for Mitarai, from the tr spin off, with chubby!f reader that just loves him so much and is into his hobby's? Like, she is all over him and is just so happy to be near him but is anxious around other people. (I'm really sorry if its confusing, english isn't my first launguage) thank you :D

ANON THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK SHJDISOWPAPA WOOFWOOF

I’m actually a big fan of Mitarashi/Mitarai!! Sure, he only appears in a grand total of like, 5 manga panels, but from what little we know of him, he’s extremely cooperative and easy to get along with! He willingly helps Baji often, and even tries striking conversations with him to be friendly!

That being said!! I’d love to take up this ask!

I had inspiration to write a little Drabble > Headcanons, oops! I hope you enjoy..!~ beware, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF!

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Very rarely would you say someone made a real impression on you. People were just people, after all.

So it felt a little silly when of all the people to really take your attention, it was none other than Mitarashi himself. Sure, he may not have been much to look at. But he had a passionate heart, a caring and easily excitable nature that was so endearing to you.

He always did have a way of making you smile. Interested in the same hobbies; namely, Star gazing, there came times where you two would bump into one another accidentally.

“Ah! Y/n! I didn’t expect to see you out here tonight!” Mitarai yelled out to catch your attention, a large bag straddling his shoulder as he waved. It was late at night, but there was no better time than now to witness the Big Suspention.

*disclaimer, I do NOT know that the Big Suspension is, and google does not answer! Therefore I’m taking artistic liberties and assuming it is astronomy adjacent! (I know I’m probably wrong, so I apologize if I’m way off the mark here!)

You smiled, waving back enthusiastically and jogging to meet him halfway. It took a moment to calm your heart beat at his sudden declaration, but it was only Mitarai. He was easy to talk to, and outwardly kind. And similarly to you, apparently, passionate about stars.

“Is that your telescope?” You asked, pointing to his bag in tow. “Very observant; that it is!” He nodded, keeping up pace while you walked. “I was thinking about sneaking onto the school rooftop for a good view, but …” obviously, that wouldn’t go over with the administration very well. “So, I guess I’ll try my luck in the park just up ahead. What about you?” He asked, peering straight at you through the thick rims of his glasses.

Honestly, you weren’t sure where you were headed. It was a nice night to be out though. Maybe you’d hoped to simply wander around with your eyes glued to the sky. “Guess there’s not a lot of high vantage points around here, huh.. the park might be your best bet.” You agreed with his ultimatum.

Nodding along, Mitarai quickly went on. “I assume you wouldn’t mind tagging along with me, then?… u-unless you had something else in mind. You are looking to see the Big Suspension, right? Sorry, I kinda just assumed..”

You looked up at him, stifling a chuckle. It wasn’t often you were asked to join in on things, especially things you were actually entertained by. “I am. I’ve been looking forward to it. It’s nice to see someone who feels the same way,” you lightly nudged his shoulder. “And sure, if you’ll have me that is.”

It was only a short walk from there before you both reached the park. The sky was vacant, devoid of all clouds and light pollution. That was rare. Quick to set up your spot, you pulled out the blanket from under your arm, and unfolded it with a swift flick of the wrist.

Easily laying out the wrinkles, you crawled onto the fabric and sat victoriously before the vast night sky. Starring up admiration, your eyes twinkled with childlike excitement. You kind of forgot there was an entire person a few feet away.

“Pretty..” Mitarashi quietly whispered, causing you to nod. “Isn’t it?” You sighed happily; taking a quick glance over, only to notice Mitarai’s gaze starting right back at you. Both of you catching the other off guard, wide eyes sweep both your features before Mitarashi scrambled to look away in embarrassment.

“A-ahh, anyway..! I-I’ll set up,”

Mitarashi unzipped and reconstructed his telescope in record time. Seriously, he should get an award. “Impressive,” you nodded in recognition, causing the already flustered boy to grin in triumph.

It really did feel like the perfect night. Great weather, clear sky, light breeze, quiet and quaint. With good company to boot, you’d be lying if this moment alone wasn’t becoming one of your most sacred memories.

At school, while things were admittedly boring, you kept yourself interested wherever you could. Making friends was a little hard, given your normally timid nature. It didn’t help when girls would make off handed comments about your looks or diet; so straying away from the crowd kind of became normal.

Mitarashi was observant of these things. He personally took it upon himself to welcome in classmates who looked like they could use a helping hand. He’d even offered to buddy up with Baji Keisuke not too long ago, after having witnessed his terrible writing comprehension and math skills.

It was simply in his nature to reach out his support. And that was something you really admired in him. It didn’t take long for you to grow attached to Mitarashi. He was eager to enjoy your company, and often made sure to validate you in things you were insecure about.

As little recognition as he may get for his hard work, you knew it in your heart how deeply good he was. And it made your heart squeeze knowing you had him here now, all to yourself.

“Look, i think i found it!” He chimed only minutes later. Snapping out of your day dream, Mitarashi stepped back from the telescope, and offered it for your viewing pleasure.

Graciously, you swooped over, and placed your eye to the glass piece. Stars had never looked so clear. It was amazing. The rare sight in front of you kept you in awe for seconds, minutes almost. “I’ve never seen alignments like this!” You swooned happily, lifting your self free and rubbing your eyes to readjust to your surroundings.

That brilliant smile of yours, matched with your pleased laughter and wet eyes really did a number on Mitarai. How could one person be so beautiful? He was star struck while starring at you.

“What?” You asked, expression shifting to curiosity.

“… N-nothing!” He denied, hiding his embarrassment by looking through the scope again.

Gosh… both completely smitten by the other. It was cute. The overwhelming feeling in your chest was causing you to become antsy. You felt now might just be the right time…

“M-mitarai…” you said softly. Quick to give you his attention, Mitarashi looked up at you.

“I… think, I really like you…”

Ah, in awe once again. Mitarashi’s face completely went red. You?! Liking him?? It seemed unfathomable. He was at a loss for words. No way.

Stammering and flustered, you chuckled, only hoping he would feel similarly. “You don’t have to answer if you’re not ready, but… I’d like to see the stars with you again, soon. What do you say?”

Mitarashi’s words all but jumped out of him, straight from the heart.

“I… I’d love that..!”

… ♡

#ahhhhh! I hope this is okay!!#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #a letter from baji #letter from baji keisuke #mitarai x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #manga

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gogolatte · 3 months

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could you do like asking sigma to kiss ur sh scars?? also sorry for sending like a million requests I obviously don’t expect you to do them all

tw sh. if this kind of content triggers you, please, for your own good, don't keep reading.

hii nonnie<3, I forgot to put on my rules that I don't write this kind of thing, but I'll make an exception this time (and maybe even other times) because I know some people might need it. Someone might be going through hard times and need or seek comfort in these types of things, at least that's what I think…

and from this part on, I'm kinda like venting, if you don't wanna read it, you can just skip to the fic itself<3

I'm not good with words (let alone if I have to write in English) but I just wanna let you know, if you're having a hard time ( whatever the reason might be) that eventually things get better. Maybe not today, but someday. I know what it feels and I wish I could hug each person that's feeling down. If no one has ever said this to you; I care about you and your life matters a lot. Yes, I don't know you, but it doesn't matter. To me, every person is important just because they're humans to begin with.

If you have the opportunity, you can search for help with who you know it's going to help you. If someone really really cares about you, they will try to help you. They might not know how to react but please remember that they're humans too, and like I said, if they care about you they'll help you eventually.

I know it sounds cliché, but please, don't hurt yourself, and don't blame yourself.

I'm proud of how far you've come🫂.

Once again, I don't write this type of content. I'm not sure if this turned out well or not but I hope it helps.

Sigma kissing your sh scars.

(very short drabble)

Sigma and you were lying in bed, facing each other. His fingertips brushed against your forearm slowly, caressing it with feather-like touches.

This morning, after noticing you were feeling depressed, Sigma decided to take the day off for once and spend it with you. After all, his subordinates can take care of the Sky Casino on their own for a while.

Of course, the Casino is important for him, but you and your health are far more important. Sigma wants to be there when you need it. Always.

So when he saw the scars on your arms, he immediately assisted you. Bringing you to his room cleaning your wounds with careful hands and whispering soothing words. Then, he told you to stay with him in bed, just cuddling, no words needed.

His gray eyes went to your face, admiring your lovely features— the way your eyelashes flutter, the way your lips part, the way your eyebrows knit together as you’re deep in thought. Everything about you makes his heart flutter; he wishes you could see the way it beats for you.

“Can I kiss your scars?” He whispered, giving you a small smile.

After seeing you nod, he brings your arm closer, pampering kisses all over your forearm, taking his time with each wound. His lips pressed delicately against your skin, making sure he was not bringing you any more pain.

“Angel, if you ever feel down again, just call me… I don't like seeing you in pain…” He cups your cheeks again, this time with both hands, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

Sigma kisses your forehead before pulling you into a hug; your head resting on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. The other hand is rubbing circles on your back.

“Everything is going to be okay, trust me. I'm here for you, darling.”

#tw sh #tw self h4rm #bsd sigma x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #sigma x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bungo stray dogs #messages from the stars₊˚⊹☆#requests.ᐟ #sigma.zip #sigma x you #sigma x y/n

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shockinglysubmissive · 1 year

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So I mentioned writing something like this years ago and never posting it in a discord server, and a few people wanted me to post it. I decided I'd edit/basically rewrite it and finally post it. It is slightly dark and involves Crocodile from One Piece. So here is one of my head-empty drabbles.

GN!Reader x Crocodile

Warnings: cigar burning, crying, fear play

Crocodile was a very busy man, so any time for intimacy is rushed. Still, you weren't expecting such a short time frame.

"Better have me cummin' before this cigar is gone, or there'll be hell to pay." His gravely voice sends chills down your spine as you settle yourself down fully on his lap.

"But Sir, your cigars never take you more than a few minutes..." You blink at him in utter disbelief. The only response the older male gives you is a long, slow drag of his cigar. He holds the smoke in his lungs for a few moments before blowing it in your face, the familiar stench making your nose burn.

"Then you better get started."

Placing your hands on his broad shoulders, you start bouncing on the cock you adore so much. The tip of his cock targeting your sweet spot every time. You involuntarily clench around him with each drop of your hips.

His head falls back in his chair as he lets another breath of smoke out. One hand reaches up and removes the cigar from between his lip, lowering it down to your lap and pressing the burning end to your mid thigh. The smoldering ash leaves a welt on the fat of your thigh, and a grin spreads across his face.

"Times a tickin' and I'm not cummin' yet. You don't want to know what happens if you fail me." He tuts, placing the cigar between his lips.

You quicken your pace, adding some variations to your hip movement. You had gotten used to him flicking ash on your body, usually on accident when it drops as he hovers over you, but this was the first time he ever pressed the cigar directly to you. As embarrassing as it is, you quite enjoy the pain it caused.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you try desperately to make him cum. As the cigar burns lower, the places he stamps the ashes out moves closer to where he is buried inside of you. Three new welts joined the first, and the most recent is only inches from your most sensitive area.

Tears stream down your face as you literally watch the time burn before your eyes, second hand smoke filling your lungs. Each second that ticks by floods your body with more desperation, and your hips slam down against his.

"Please tell me you're close. Please..." Your fingers dig into his jacket, the only thought in your mind is making him cum.

He hadn't spoken much the last few minutes, only muttering the occasional swear, or taunt when you flinch from the burns. Still, he remained silent, eyes shut as he took one final deep drag before removing the butt of the cigar from his lips.

His hand lowers, threatening to press it against your sensitive areas. The terror causes your entire body to tense, and as the ash drops against your genitals, you finally feel him flooding your insides.

Through the fear, you hadn't even noticed how close you were until the slight burn from the ashes sends you tumbling over the edge.

"See, I knew you could make me cum fast enough. Just needed to give you some motivation. Seems like you really enjoyed it too." He grins, his empty hand reaching down to collect your cum on his fingers. "Might have to play this game more often."

#one piece #one piece drabble #one piece smut #crocodile #crocodile drabble #crocodile smut

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