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womanmanipulator · 21 days

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sub spencer reid

MY FAVORITE. early seasons reid who is a virgin and is super sensitive and reader gives him and handjob 👀👀👀 super whiny and loud and BIG MOMMY KINK. pretty please with a cherry on top 😊 i would literally kill for this ohymgodhfdksgsgsjfhdgsgdg

TWIRLING MY HAIR N GIGGLING READING THIS

ask n u shall receive 😏😏

sub!spencer x dom!reader

contains: virgin spence, sub/dom dynamics, overstimulation (fav), mommy kink.

a/n: kinda did my own thing w this so srry if this isn’t what u imagined

your sat ontop of him, he’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes. it’s almost pornographic the way he’s whining and moaning. he squirms underneath you as you pump his cock. it’s like you’re teasing him. “mommy ngh, please!” he babbles. he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. you flick your thumb across his slit and he whimpers. tears well up in his eyes. “please what?” you ask, batting your lashes. he can’t take it for much longer. he searches for your lips desperately, messily kissing you and moaning into your mouth.“im gonna— uhhhg..” he moans. it doesn’t take long before he releases all over your hand. you don’t slow your movements however, hand going up n down on his dick with a newfound ease due to the slick. his hips buck up into your hand and his eyes roll back. it was a lot, too much. “m-uh.. mommy please!” he squeaks. noises being punched out of him quicker than before. “i can’t! s’too much!” he whines. he knows if you stop he’d probably scream out of frustration. “shhh. you can take it, be a good boy for me.” you praise, smirking down on him. his jaw goes slack as you speed up your movements, moans spilling out. you lean down, and bite at his jawline. he grips onto the sheets beside him, holding fistfuls. “m’so close, mmph— please mommy please!” he was begging as if you ever denied him an orgasm. spencer was spoiled, he was always a good boy and you always gave him what he wanted. “taking it so well. good boy.” you praise. the once smart man he was twelve minutes ago was gone. he was a babbling, crying, moaning mess under you. it’s like his IQ was spilling out of his dick. you squeeze a little and his back arches, eyes rolling back. a few stray tears fall down his face as a silent moan tries to escape his throat. he cums all over your hand again. reciting a mantra of ‘thank yous’. “that’s it, such a good boy.” you grin. fist fucking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. he comes down from his high slowly and eventually you stop your movements. he leans his forehead on your shoulder. “thank you mommy.” he mumbles. whimpering after you take your hand off him. “did so well for me. so good spence.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #sub spencer reid #juneaus rambles #pls request

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shiny-kaibernyte · 5 months

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Can i get romance hcs for Kieran?

Ask and you shall receive! I have so many requests but I couldn't resist doing this one! Do hope I fit the bill for this one as Kieran is an, interesting character to write for 💜

Pokémon Headcannons | Kieran (Romance)

Pokémon Scarlett and Violet DLC Spoilers ahead!

Warnings: Possessive behaviour; obsession

SPOILER WARNING For Teal Mask and The Indigo Disk

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(Was gonna use one of his Teal mask mission photos but i love this one to much not to use it. Straight up mood.)

When you step into his life, it is you and you alone who rules his heart.

Kieran’s drive for things is strong, very strong. And when he sets his mind on something; he will never stop until he’s achieved whatever it is he’s after. So when he set eyes on you, his goal was to give his all to you. And hope you will give your all to him.

Your Agias and Kieran are like siblings, he's the quiet one, Agias is the give me your food or else one

He will never force you to do anything you don’t want to. After the Ogerpon situation, Kieran spiralled into a state where he no longer felt danger. He would dive into every challenge head first, fight every trainer, every Pokémon and climb the most dangerous of mountains if it meant he could be the best. But when he’s with you, he’ll dial it back. Always staying within your comfort zone, the last thing he wants is to push the most precious thing in his life away from him.

Gets jealous incredibly easily. ESPECIALLY if it's Drayton. The Rivalry between these two is uncanny, it would be no surprise if Kieran felt true hatred towards him for a time. Though it's gone now. The jealousy of even seeing Drayton standing close to you is overbearing.

You and Carmine are practically best friends. You're the glue that keeps the pair bonded together.. When you are around Carmine doesn’t feel afraid of Kieran as you bring out her little brother, the brother she thought was lost to obsession.

If you are a member of the BB League, he will be a lot sweeter for you. He may get frazzled when the rest of the group is around and everyone is slacking off. But he will always apologise to you if you tell him he’s gone too far. Never to the others however. Even if you force him to, he’ll never mean it.

Is not an outdoor person, even with the yelling and the confidence, deep down he is still the same shy, excitable boy who just needs a hug. So his ideal time with you is sitting together and watching movies, or reading books.

He is a listener. He will listen to you for however long you need him to. Every word you say he will listen.

He isn’t good with words, even after everything that happened with Ogerpon and Terapagos. So he tends to be a lot more handsy, always trying to hold your hand, your arm, or just you in general.

Speaking of that, when out in public together, he practically is stuck to you, he eyes glaring towards anyone who shows you any form of interest, hand on his Hydrapple’s Pokeball just in case they don’t take his death stare to literal.

He’s a cheek kisser, deep down he is still extremely shy and closeted, so kissing you on the lips can fluster him even when he's the champion, so he uses cheek kisses as his way of saying he loves you.

Hug him please. He will melt. This poor boy needs a break from everything.

If he was a ship, you are his lighthouse. If you were a tree, he is your roots. You both complete each other.

When Kieran begins his ‘redemption arc’ he tries to redeem his actions slowly though he doesn’t exactly know the best way around it. So he asks for your opinions on basically everything he does. Carmine attempts to give input but as sibling rivalries go, it falls upon deaf ears.

His Hydrapple loves you, almost as much as Kieran does. Almost.

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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Thinking about fragile s/o suddenly going to dottore hugging n sitting on his lap n mumbling about after they die hes gonna replace them with someone else and forget about them 😭😭 just s/o being so depressing n insecure with their illness

-🤠

Fragile reader angst part 274892 guys ❤️ GOD DAMN IT. IT HURTS. It was the middle of the night, at some ungodly hour. And you hadn't slept a wink despite having gone to sleep hours ago. Tossing and turning, fixing your pillow dozens of times, kicking off the blankets, and pulling them up again. But to no avail. Nothing could hope to give you peace of mind. Not when your thoughts were so loud. This was a common occurrence, you losing sleep from not just your illness, but the horrible thoughts your illness caused you. You hated not being able to do anything for yourself. You hated having to receive help for everything. You hated being useless. You hated being looked down upon. You hated having to stand next to Dottore like this. You hated him having to waste precious time and resources on you when he could be pursuing far more interesting endeavors. You hate the way he looks at you as if you're the loveliest person his wise eyes have ever looked at, when you couldn't help but disagree. You hated the fact that there were so much people out there better than you, for him too. You hated...

Quickly, you threw the covers off and pulled yourself out of bed. Working yourself up like this always made you feel worse and unbearingly hot, close to tears. Yet it always seemed to happen anyway. But this time instead of weeping to yourself you just wanted to see Zandik. You needed to, otherwise you may not survive the night. He's immediately alarmed when he sees you in his office, surprised as well you managed to dodge any of his segments. When he inquires as to why you're here at this time, your only response is to shut the book he was writing in and physically take the pen out of his hand, indicating you want his full attention. And then you climb onto his lap, Zandik's arms supporting you as you buried your face into his chest... mumbling some things so quietly he wouldn't have heard you if he didn't focus his hearing on you. Things that make him utterly confused. Replace? Another person? Forget? Most importantly, you, die? He can't wrap his head around it, such nonsense. First of all, nothing else in this world could ever hope to be even a fraction of what you are to him. Your intelligence, personality, looks... anyone being close to you is preposterous. Foolish. Even if you happened to be erased from Irminsul he shall never forget you. And you shall not die. He's declared it a number of times. He downright refuses to accept that outcome. Seeing Zandik vehement about anything other than his research is rare, but when it comes to this topic he is rather forceful about his ideology.

When you peer up at him after his words, only replying with a small "really?" he sees that your eyes look so, so tired. He wishes he knew how to make it better. But he doesn't. Though his confident "of course" makes your stiffened body slack against him, as you retreat to nuzzling his chest again. And soon enough, you're asleep. You're fine, for now. But you won't be tomorrow. Or the day after that. Tenderly, he lifts you and carries you to his own bedroom. Il Dottore doesn't know what to do. Things won't get better immediately. But they will one day. So what he'll always do is alleviate your pain whenever he can, even if it'll never be enough, for he loves you so.

#smooches talks #🤠 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #let dottore and fragile reader have some happiness 😔😔💔#regardless im growing to love angst (im not okay)

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theebubblegumbitch · 1 year

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omg you should do a part 2 of “You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back”

You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~ Pt.2

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Request: Ask and you shall receive my gorgeous anon <333 I hope you’re happy with it!

Synopsis: After breaking up with your asshole boyfriend Derek, you find some new eye candy in a frat party kitchen… This is what happens while (and after) he walks you home.

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up heathens!), praise kink, Chad once again being a gf stealing charmer, very much goofy, non-serious sex, basically porn with a plot

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

This night definitely had not gone how you thought it was going to, but you weren't gonna complain. Because now, you were being escorted out of the obnoxious frat party that you attended with your now ex-boyfriend, by one of the finest men you had ever seen, Chad Meeks Martin. Even better, he was also walking you home. You were sure you looked like a psychopath, holding back an ear to ear grin at the situation you had found yourself in. It was only now that you realized you were walking past the living room, that Derek was still in. Your smile dropped, as you felt somewhat guilty for Derek having to see his freshly ex-girlfriend leaving with another guy.

Until what happened next that is.

"Wow we literally just broke up like 20 minutes ago and you already found another dude? Slut!" Derek had yelled that at you from across the room. Suddenly Chad stopped dead in his tracks, and so did you, as he flashed you a smile before removing his arm from your shoulders and walking straight over to Derek. "Oh you gonna come confront me you girlfriend stealing asshole? Hey let me know if she fakes another org-" Derek's shouting is quickly interrupted by Chad's right hook. Damn you thought he's strong... You didn't even realize it at first but Derek was on the ground now, dabbing at his bloodied nose. "She broke up with you before she even met me, because you're an asshole. And she's not a slut. Also you may wanna ice that nose, ya know for the swelling." Before Derek could even get up or respond Chad was already walking back to you with a warm grin on his face. You were still slack-jawed in awe. "Sorry about that, he shouldn't bother you again." Just like that his arm was slung back over your shoulders and you both were moving towards the door again. "T-thank you for doing that, you really didn't need to he was just blowing off steam." You said nervously, still somewhat in shock. "Well he was disrespecting you so, I- thought he deserved some disrespect back is all." Chad said as y'all approached the door. Right before you two made your exit you noticed the song that was playing. It sounded like Bussin by Nicki Minaj, and a certain lyric caught your ear.

"You know you ain't gettin your bitch back..."

You and Chad were about halfway to your apartment by now, and you were actually having a pretty interesting conversation about horror movies. "Well, you may not but I love them! I don't know I guess it just feels- safe to me? It sounds weird but when you watch enough of them it gets predictable, and you start to feel in control of your fear." You explained to Chad after listening to his reasoning for not really partaking in the genre. You definitely didn't blame him. "Yea I guess I get that, I just can't bring myself to feel that way about them ya know?" He said with a scratch of his head as you both neared closer to your apartment. "Hey, I can see my place up ahead, you can go ahead and walk back to the party if you want." You said, secretly hoping he would say no. "Yeaa I don't think it's a great idea for me to go back there..." He said with a laugh as you gasped. "Oh right- almost forgot about that." You chuckled as you avoided looking up at him. You weren't sure why you felt the need to look down, it just felt right. Suddenly you feel Chad use two fingers to lift your chin up as he points towards your apartment complex. "Hey look we're here!" You feel your eyes widen, you weren't expecting him to do that. "Oh yea we are, also just pointing would've sufficed." You say in a light mocking tone, but you were glad he didn't just point. "I know, but I wanted you to look at me."

His eyes were now piercing into yours, and you felt a certain warmth in your chest. The eye contact went on for what felt like forever, until Chad broke the silence. "Okay I know you just broke up with your boyfriend and all, so you're probably not looking to hook up or get with someone new or anything like that but I really, really wanna kiss y-" You cut him off as you press your lips against his, feeling him ease into the kiss instantly. It was gentle, but intense and passionate and you swear you never wanted it to end, but you had to pull away from each other eventually. You feel his hand that was on the side of your head ease off, and you slowly pull your lips off of his. Your faces are still impossibly close as you speak. "You uh- wanna come inside?" He looks at you like he wants to devour you before he says yes. You immediately grab his hand and almost drag him inside.

Before you know it you two are in your living room, lips back on each other. His hands are all over you, as if he was trying to touch every single part of your body. Eventually you feel them snake down to your upper thighs as Chad whispers for you to jump. You waste no time in doing what he says, wrapping your legs around his back so he doesn't drop you. You both stay there for a second enjoying each other's embrace as Chad sucks a dark purple mark onto your neck. You whimper a little at the feeling. "I bet that asshole ex of yours never had the balls to mark you up like this..." Chad practically growls in your ear as he places kisses over the fresh bruise. You only moan in response. You guess he's happy with that (non) answer, because next thing you know he's carrying you down the hall towards your bedroom. You make a mental note to thank yourself for leaving the door wide open. He gets to the foot of the bed and you expect him to throw you down, but instead he turns around and throws himself back onto the bed, making you squeal in shock.

You end up adjusting your legs accordingly, now straddling him. You take the opportunity to run your hands along his chest, slowly tracing every curve of his abs. You were now incredibly thankful that it was a college costume party, especially since you were wearing your shortest mini skirt as part of your lazy Britney Spears costume. You didn't want to wear it at first, but my god were you glad for it now. Chad was now moving his hands under it, making way to your center that was now impossibly wet from your little makeout session. You were breathing awfully heavy in anticipation and need, and Chad seemed to notice. "You want me to touch you baby?" You said yes quicker than you probably ever had, and just like that Chad's thumb was rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. You went to kiss him again, whimpering against his mouth as he moved faster.

"You gonna cum just from this baby? Huh? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" You could barely nod as you felt your high approaching, burying your head in Chad's shoulder as you got lost in the pleasure. "Look at me or I stop. Okay?" You definitely didn't want that to happen, so you reluctantly met his gaze. Intense wasn't enough to describe it. He had a dark look in his eyes as he seemed to almost be staring into your soul, which was enough to make you cum with a yell as you squeezed your eyes shut. Chad gradually slowed the work of his hand as you came down from your high, letting out an airy laugh. "W-what's so funny?" You said as your chest heaved slightly, still out of breath. "Oh nothing just, that one didn't seem too fake." He said with a smirk, referring to what Derek was yelling before he got knocked to the floor. You were laughing a little now too, placing a hand on Chad's chest to steady yourself. "Don't worry, it wasn't." Once again your eyes met Chad's. His gaze had softened from what it was before, but you could tell he still wanted you. Mainly because of his obviously hard dick pressing against your still clothed pussy. "We can stop now if you want, I don't wanna pressure you into anything."

He was so sweet, but you felt bad leaving him hanging. That and you were still incredibly turned on. You felt the best way to show that was by taking off your white button-up (you had foregone the bra as per Derek's request). You watched as Chad's eyes went wide. "Okay your chest is definitely better than mine. I mean- wow." You laughed at his comment, leaning forward slightly so your bare boobs grazed against him. You felt his dick twitch slightly at the friction. You planted a kiss on his cheek before standing up so you could remove what was left of your clothing, watching as Chad did the same. You moved to sit on his lap again, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you kissed him again, this time hungrier. You went to wrap one hand around his length, your hand barely closing around it as you went to stroke him. He threw his head back and let out a low moan at the contact. "Very impressive cowboy." You said as you continued to stroke him slowly. He chuckled a little at your comment before bringing his head back up to look you in your eyes again.

"Glad you like it, but you'll probably like it better once it's in you." He bucked his hips up slightly as he said that. You went to line his dick up with your entrance. "Let's find out shall we..." You gripped his shoulder and kissed him again as you sat all the way down, allowing yourself to get used to his size. He was big, a lot bigger than Derek, and even he was hard to take sometimes. Chad must've noticed you struggling as he spoke next. "You okay? Did I prep you enough or do you need a second?" You felt yourself relax more just from how attentive he was, so you took a breath and starting to lift your hips up. "No I got it." After you said that you threw your head back and started to bounce on him, moaning ever so softly each time he filled you up again. Chad quickly started to match your movements with his thrusts, holding one hand on your back to keep you steady. "Fuck Y/N, you feel so good oh my god." You grew more encouraged at the praise, causing you to start going faster. You felt your orgasm building so you closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure you were feeling. But Chad wasn't gonna let that happen. "No no open your eyes, you know the drill I wanna see you." You were so lost in it that you barely heard what he said, still keeping your eyes closed. You only opened your eyes when you felt him tilt your chin towards him. "Please baby you look so pretty like this."

You nearly lost it at his words, moving just a bit faster, Chad meeting you every time. "Oh my god I'm so close please don't stop please." You were moaning and panting and nearly screaming Chad's name as you got closer to cumming, and he wasn't far behind you. "It's okay I won't, you got it I'm right behind you." You came hard once he said that, attempting to slow down in order to avoid over-stimulation. But Chad still hadn't come yet, before you had a chance to breathe he was grabbing your hips and practically impaling you on his dick. Rambling little praises and moans as he went. Finally, you felt Chad bury himself deep inside you, instincts telling him to bury his come in you as far as possible. You pressed your now sweaty foreheads together as you slumped against him. You both stayed like that for awhile, riding out your highs until Chad broke the silence. "I hope you don't go back to that douchebag after this." He said it with a laugh but you could tell he was dead serious. You laughed with him at the idea. "Trust me, I won't." Chad pulled you closer to him as he stared into your eyes.

"Good, because you're mine now." You were perfectly okay with that.

A/N: woohooo! first full Chad smut! this one isn't very descriptive but I'm actually really proud of the dialogue? anyway I have some other fics in the works but I STILL NEED MORE ASKS!! so don't be shyy! also feedback is very much welcome as I'm always looking to improve! happy reading gorg!

-With love, Miss Grace <3

#~grace writes!#writing #chad meeks smut #chad meeks x reader #scream 6 #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin x reader #scream

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frogserotonin · 1 year

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Hiiii, I badly need more Anthony Lockwood x reader on this app so could you do one where reader joins the agency and there are immediate sparks between her and lockwood (he's always flirting with her, he always does small things for her and he always protects her first in a mission) and one day he gets really injured trying to save her during their missions and at home she's really worried when patching him up and they end up confessing to eachother after they have a mini argument. Then they kiss and make up or makeout 😘

god yeah anon, i get what you mean, the reason im writing is literally bc i need more fanfic 😭 i have read every fucking lockwood x reader on here and ao3 if ya'll want anything written just ask :D - lots of love, mars

everything - anthony lockwood x reader

warnings: violence, ooc, kissing, cursing

You weren’t exactly sure when it had started, this weird tension between you and Anthony Lockwood. It was an odd thing that the both of you left unspoken about, despite the numerous jokes, comments and questions from Lucy and George.

Maybe it had been when you’d first joined the agency. When he’d opened the door to see who was knocking and gone completely slack jawed at the sight of you, before collecting himself and adorning his prize-winning smirk.

“Well hello love, how may we help you?” he’d said, casually resting against the doorframe.

“Are you Lockwood of Lockwood and Co?” your cheeks had reddened from the cold and nothing else. Most definitely not because of the casual pet name he’d thrown in.

“That would indeed be me.” he nodded, easy smirk still resting on his lips. “I assume you’re here for an interview then, come on in and we’ll get you sorted.”

After you’d passed the interview with flying colours, he’d told you how much he looked forward to working with you with a wink and a charming toothy grin. Even now, your heart rate went up a considerable amount every time you saw that fucking smile.

Maybe it had been your first case, when you and Lockwood had had to hide from a very persistent Type Two and you’d dragged Lockwood into the nearest open room and shoved him into the wall. You’d pinned him there with one hand on his arm, pressing it to the wall, and the other over his mouth. Afterwards he’d tried to charm his way out of your teasing his red face.

You didn’t know when it’d started but far out, you knew that it was there and that if nothing happened soon you might just kiss him the next time he speaks.

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“George, Luce, angel, we’ve got a new case.” Lockwood called from the hall, placing the phone down and smiling widely. (Damn that smile, it made your heart weak and your brain fuzzy) “We’re going as soon as possible so it’s best we get ready as fast as we can.”

And that was that. You all packed the necessities, like you always did. You all loaded into a taxi and waited patiently until you were at the clients house, like you always did. Lockwood checked with you to see if you had everything you needed, like he always did.

“George!” Lucy called from her place halfway up the stairs. “Come with me, we need to check out the drawing room you read about.” You almost missed the wink she directed your way.

Great, now you and Lockwood were alone. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Shall we?” he offered his hand and pulled you towards some of the creepier looking closed doors, not-so-discreetly pulling you behind him. Slowly he opens the furthest door, nothing happens. You open the second door, and suddenly you’re thrown against the wall.

“Y/N!” Lockwood cried, pulling his rapier out and swinging it at the ghost that’d materialised. For a bit he succeeded in pushing it back, allowing you time to reorient yourself, before he too was thrown away from the ghost, his rapier landing near his head. You groaned and hauled yourself up, grabbing your own rapier and stabbing at the ghost. It disappeared, then reappeared behind you, causing you to swing around wildly, accidentally putting yourself in the ghosts close vicinity. You felt your limbs start to lock up as you held eye contact with your doom, hoping and praying that Lucy and George had found the source and were covering it with the silver net. The ghost moved closer and closer to you, and you silently mourned all the things you never got to say.

And then, just as you’d accepted your fate, Anthony fucking Lockwood pushed you out of the way. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though, the both of you rolling in opposite directions so as to avoid the ghost swiping at you, before disappearing. You sat up and looked at Lockwood, catching his eye and sending a wobbly smile his way.

“You okay?” he asked, voice a bit strained. You nodded and asked him the same question.

“Yeah…I’m good.” he said, lying through his teeth.

“The fuck you are.” You forced your sore body to stand up so you could walk towards him and check him for injuries.

“Y/N! Lockwood!” Lucy ran towards you, halting your endeavour. “Are you two okay?”

~~~

The taxi drive home was awkward and tense. You fought a raging battle against the urge to call him out for being injured, to ask him what was wrong.

When you got home you dragged Anthony into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair.

“Tell me where the fuck you’re hurt right now or I swear I will find out what your worst fear is and make it real.” Lockwood chuckled.

“Love, I’m fine, really.”

“Don’t lie to me, Lockwood.”

Then silence and a slight guilt and still, somehow, that damned fucking tension. So you, do what any normal person would do and pull his jacket off, immediately spotting where he was injured due to the blood staining his white shirt. More silence and more guilt, that stays in the air while you wrap his cut.

“I’m sorry-” He starts but you’re quick to cut him off.

“If you were sorry you’d stop throwing yourself at danger at every given opportunity. You’re so fucking reckless, all the damn time!” You didn’t mean to start berating him but now you couldn’t stop, because he did need to hear this. “Do you know how much you worry us? Do you think George and Lucy and I like seeing you get injured? Goddamn it we care so much about you. Why do you pull these stunts?”

You only now realise how close your faces are. You could feel his breath on you face.

“I don’t think you realise how deeply I care for you.” he whispered, voice husky and low. “You are...everything. I can't breathe when you're not around me and I can't think when you're near me. I would set the entire world aflame if you asked me to. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I sleep. I love you so much it hurts my heart and my head and my entire being."

You didn't know what to say to respond to that. You were a mess. God maybe-

Fuck it.

His lips were soft against yours. His hair between your fingers, softer. His hands on the sides of your face, gentle. You were kissing him and he was kissing you and you were losing your mind.

"Darling, you drive me insane." he whispered against your lips, matching smiles painting both of your faces.

"I love you too, idiot."

"Of course you do."

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #george karim #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

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popponn · 8 months

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like how the sky is blue. [vil schoenheit x reader]

notes: vil is a real charmer. he is like this slow, nice comfort that is constant yet somehow always push for the better. like. i can go on. warning: prefect!gn!reader. i just miss twst a lot and really want to write something comfy with a tone that feels like 'home' for prefect.

That day, the sky was blue and bright.

Under such sky, you sat on the grassy field, watching your classmates and upperclassmen flew on their broom. After months spent in Night Raven College, this sight had grown to be familiar to you. You trained your eyes onto the faraway figures of Ace, Deuce, and Grim, occasionally letting out a laugh whenever one of them did something so ‘them’ again.

From where you sat, you could only hear faraway sounds and wind. In a way, it was peaceful and distant.

“Now, look what we have here. A slacking first year prefect, of course.”

Until a voice that was both familiar and sophisticated broke it.

You tried and failed to swallow a nervous smile as you turned your head towards the source—the current Housewarden of Pomefiore, Vil Schoenheit. “Ah, Vil-senpai,” you greeted. “Hello. Are you done?”

“For today, yes,” Vil answered as he took graceful steps and sat beside you, straightening his long legs on the ground whilst leaning back with the support of his two hands. In between the two of you, his broom was laid down.

“Good work, Senpai. Though I kind of expect you to do some extra lap or practice like usual,” you said, remembering how the previous joint classes went.

“Under such harsh sunlight? No, thank you,” he chided, glaring at the sky without any wrinkles in the middle of his eyebrows. You laughed lightly at his response. Hearing your laugh, Vil’s face soften as he turned his attention to you once again, “And also, our favorite prefect seems lonely. Isn’t it expected of me to extend a modicum of kindness towards you, dear Prefect?”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned half-heartedly. “Now you are teasing me.”

“That’s for laughing at me,” Vil said with a pettiness belonging only to NRC students, before letting it went gone without a trace. “But, truly, I never expected those three to let you sit in solitude. Especially Grim, with how sticky he is with you.”

At the last snark directed to your roommate, you chuckled and didn’t refute it. “Yeah. Grim actually tried to bring me up too today, but after… the last few times, Coach Vargas didn’t let him.”

“Ah,” Vil said flatly, clearly recalling the ‘last few times’ where you nearly took a free fall from a high up broom.

“Yeah,” you rubbed your neck. It felt a bit miserable to remember them, even though you had faced worse before.

At the pitiful display, perhaps Vil decided to take pity on you and sighed, as he said, “Oh, well, I might as well accompany little lonely creature like you.”

When Vil said it in the cocky, teasing tone you had grown used too, you couldn't help but laugh. “Thank you, then, Senpai. I shall gladly accept your company,” you said in mock courtesy.

Were you anyone else, Vil would have sent you a mean glare. But in the end, you were the magicless prefect who sometimes got too cheeky and fearless to the point you had worm in your way to a soft, unprofessional spot in his heart. So, Vil opted to simply flick you lightly in the head.

“Ouch,” you said, with as much sincerity as the pain the flick caused. Which was almost none. Vil made sure you saw his indulging scoff, before he resumed the conversation in manners he wouldn't do with many people.

That day, the sky was blue and bright. It wasn't your world’s sky.

And yet, under such sky you and Vil Schoenheit sat side by side with each other.

#twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland vil #twst fluff #vil fluff #twst imagines #i really hope i got vil's character right like vil is very interesting but could be real tricky #still though #vil is like ugh. sobbing. one of the best.

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alonaram · 2 months

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Just wips and thoughts for how I’d write my dick grayson x wally west smut with plot

“You look like shit, Dickie.”

“Gee, thanks Walls. You’re such a loving partner.” Dick retorts, but the smile he gave afterwards, doesn’t reach his eyes.

Wally hurriedly moved to open his door wide enough to let Dick in. Wally may be the type to spout random shit, but this time, he wasn’t exaggerating—Dick looked rough. He watched worriedly as Dick slowly made his way toward their room, limping and rubbing his temple slightly as if he had a migraine.

Dick is a touchy person—it’s his main way of communicating—so his lack of it at the door was telling enough.

He knew things had been rough lately. With Bruce missing, the natural order of Dick’s family had fallen a part. Wally would be lying if he said he fully understood the magnitude of it all—that he knew how large the chasms carved by trauma must have grown between Dick and his brothers. But, what he does know, is that Dick has been pulled too thin trying to solve every problem on his own.

There’s a small, sick part of Wally that wishes Bruce would just stay gone. Not because he wants his lover to suffer even longer, but because of Bruce’s influence on Dick’s day to day life. His lover takes after Bruce in so many ways, none of which have been beneficial for his mental health. He’s the reason Dick felt like it was his job to take everything and handle it on his own. To be so independent that he refuses breaks and help that he so desperately needs. And of course, Bruce’s incapabilities as a father, forcing Dick into the role to pick up his father’s slack.

He speeds his way to their room and knocks gently on the door to alert Dick of his presence. Dick looks up from where he was previously staring in their hardwood floor and gives him a small smile. A small bud of relief blooms in Wally’s chest. He dreads of the day Dick Grayson can’t bring himself to smile.

He hangs on the door as he asks, “How was it today? If you feel okay enough to talk about it.”

Dick looks to the left, seemingly at nothing and everything. Rough, is what Wally infers.

He slowly moves towards his lover and sits gently next to him on the edge of their bed. He pushes their knees together and lets his warmth seep into Dick’s body. He’s feels his early relief grow when Dick quickly moves to press his head into Wally’s shoulder and thread their fingers together.

“It…it was rough Walls,” Dick pauses to take a deep breath. “Dami and I…we got into an argument, out on the field. It was just some—I don’t even know. Not something important enough to get distracted.” Dick closes his eyes and presses his face further into Wally’s shoulder. Wally gently lays his head on top of Dick’s and uses his other hand to rub his lover’s bruised knuckles.

“I can’t fault Dami, he’s only a kid. If I had a choice, I’d keep him off the damn field. But that’s beside the point. I fucked up Wally, I got distracted and I got a civilian fucking shot.” Wally has to fight to not tense his body so as not to make Dick uncomfortable. Not because he’s thinks it’s Dick’s fault, but because he knows. He knows this is going to weigh heavily on Dick’s conscious and he’s not sure with all the stress his life, Dick can handle more pressure.

I shall add more to this tomorrow

#dick grayson #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing #nightwing fanfiction #nightwing x kid flash #dick grayson x wally west #dc fanfic #dc comics #wth is wally’s and dick’s ship name again?#birdflash #okay i think im right #anyways ill continue when i wake up tmr

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have-a-treato · 6 months

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Karlach and Gale at camp headcannon because I can't add anything else to my WIPs right now. They get into shenanigans every time they're both left behind.

They are such bros

Karlach and Gale are the only ones stuck at camp today, and Karlach is BORED.

She yells across camp at him, "Hey Gale! Whatcha doing?"

He startles in his tent at her loud voice and looks up from his studying, rolling his eyes. "Reading," he yells back at her through the tent opening.

"Oh yeah? What about?" She pokes her head through said opening, eyeing his makeshift desk covered in scrolls and large tomes.

He startles again but quickly recovers. "Nothing interesting to you."

"Oh," she says blandly. "Hey, what do you say to getting into a little trouble, yeah?" She rubs her hands together for effect.

"I think we're in enough trouble as it stands, Karlach."

"Oh that's not what I mean and you know it! Let's have some fun, Gale! I'm dying here."

He quirks an eyebrow at her figure of speech.

"Ugh, of BOREDOM, Gale."

He smirks but shakes his head, "I don't think we should-"

"Awwww c'mon Gale! Please?"

He holds up his hands, "All right, all right! What do you have in mind?" He stands and leaves his tent.

"I dunno!" She waves her hands excitedly with a big smile across her face, "We could do anything! Hmmm..." she eyes the river they're camped next to. "Bet you can't skip rock across to the other bank."

He crosses his arms over his chest, "I shall take that wager."

Gale cheats by using telekinesis and Karlach picks up on it by the fourth try.

"Hey! No fair wizard man, cut me some slack!" She laughs good naturedly. "Can you lift anything with that spell?"

"Not anything, like a building let's say, but quite a lot."

She gasps excitedly with an idea, "You could lift me then!?"

He scoffs, "With ease."

And so Karlach somehow goads him into levitating her higher and higher until they're both like "Oh shit" and she ends up in the river. She pops up to the surface no worse for wear with a hearty laugh and huge smile on her face.

Everyone slogs into camp that evening to find Gale attempting to teach Karlach lanceboard. She shakes her head vigorously and grumbles about her head hurting from all the rules.

A little water sprays off her thick hair from earlier since she's not quite dry, and tav asks, "Why are you wet? What did you too get up to while we were gone?"

They both look at each other and shrug, "Nothing."

#brotp #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #karlach #karlach cliffgate

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 6 months

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Amazing Grace: Church AU

Direct sequel to "Demon in the Chapel pt. 2" over in the jail. Roughly one month later. Buckle up, buttercups. This is long.

Blake: (walking through the abbey to the chapel) I still can't believe you're walking around like that.

Yang: (following Blake) Like what?

Blake: Like you're a priest or something.

Yang: What? I give a mass here and there and all of a sudden I can't be pious?

Blake: That's not the point-

Adam: Ah, Father Yang, Sister Blake, good to see you both attending this evening's ceremony.

Blake: (scowls at Adam)

Yang: That sounds awfully pointed. I've been attending most services since getting here.

Adam: But our lovely sister here (stares pointedly at Blake) hasn't. I hope your illness is on the mend.

Blake: Go choke on holy water.

Adam: (glowers) .....I hear Reverend Mother Maria apparently called in a favor to have a specialty choir come to perform today. Perhaps you've heard of them? They call themselves the Holistic Singers.

Yang: (blinks) A lovely group.

Adam: (scours Yang's body language) Then I look forward to the show. (turns on his heel and enters the chapel)

Yang: (as soon as the coast is clear) Fuuuuuuuck!

Blake: What is it?

Yang: (muttering to herself) Of course, Sienna is just a human, but I wasn't told that Maria was here. Of course, she would call in a favor to the other angels. And of course the one angel that responds would- gah! Okay, calm down, Hellfire. Easy. This is fine.

Blake: Reverend Mother Maria is an angel?????

Yang: Hard to believe, huh? Actually, she's like... You know how there's The big boss downstairs and a few devils to help him reign in the sinners and demons?

Blake: Yes? Wait.... Maria is an archangel?

Yang: Holy shit. I forgot that was a word! Yeah, that's her! (acapella version of Amazing Grace starts up in the chapel, she takes a deep breath and sighs) Well... better face the music.

Blake & Yang: (step into the chapel and take their respective spots)

Blake: (staring at the three singers standing in front of the church choir in shock. A man with blonde hair and white suit stands to the right of a man with black hair, red eyes, black slacks and dress shirt under a white vest and white tie. To his left is a woman with wild, black hair, matching red eyes, and black and red dress) They're...beautiful.

Yang: (groans) Don't let them hear you say that.

Qrow & Raven: (smirk as they sing)

Yang: Too late...

Qrow: (steps forward for his baritone solo and gives a charming smile) 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear. And grace my fears relieved. How precious did that grace appear. The hour I first believed. My chains are gone. I've been set free. My Lord, my Savior has ransomed me. And like a flood, His mercy rains. Unending love, Amazing grace.

Taiyang: (steps forward and follows with tenor and a few of the younger sisters giggle like school girls) The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be. As long as life endures. My chains are gone. I've been set free. My God, my Savior has ransomed me. And like a flood, His mercy rains. Unending love, oh, Amazing grace.

Raven: (steps forward and starts substantially softer than expected, but has an almost seductive/sinister smirk on her lips as she sings) The Earth shall soon dissolve like snow. The sun forbear to shine. But He, Who called me here below. Will be forever mine!

Taiyang & Qrow: (bum rush the pews, grab Yang, and drag her up to the choir)

Yang: No! No! Come on, guys! No. Please.

Raven: (smirking as she finishes her solo and makes room for Yang)

Yang: (acting like a kicked puppy)

Raven & Yang: My chains are gone! I've been set free. My Lord, my Savior has ransomed me! And like a flood, His mercy rains!

Yang: (defeated) Unending love, Amazing grace.

Sienna: (as the song finishes) Thank you to our Reverend Mother Maria for putting together this lovely, unexpected inclusion to tonight's mass.

-The chapel empties at the end of Mass and Blake walks up to Yang, Qrow, Raven, and Taiyang-

Blake: Care to explain?

Yang: No. Not really.

Blake: (deadpan stare)

Yang: (sighs) Blake, this is my father, the angel, Taiyang.

Taiyang: (million dollar smile) Call me Tai, little lady.

Yang: My uncle, the Devil King of Limbo and all it's extensions, Qrow.

Qrow: (two finger waves) How's it going, kid?

Yang: (sighs) And the reigning Devil Queen of the Lust, Greed, Pride, and Wrath Circles, and my mother, Raven.

Raven: (gives Blake a once over and smirks before extending her hand) Pleasure's all mine.

Blake: (blushes as she hesitantly shakes Raven's hand) I...uh...see the resemblance....

Raven: Yang, did you never tell your little pet your title? Tsk! Tsk! (pinches Yang's cheek) My little Princess of the Anger and Lust circles.

Yang: Nyehhhhhh (slaps Raven's hands away like a cat)

Taiyang: Raven, be nice. The only reason Summer isn't here to help reign you in is because she had archangel duty. (to Blake) Sorry to leave so soon, but I was only given a few hours of Earth time. I'll try to make it back in time for the baby. (gives Blake a hug before disappearing into a beam of light)

Blake & Yang: Wait. The what now?

Qrow: (snorts and shakes his head before punching Yang's shoulder affectionately) I gotta go to. The big man downstairs wants to see me about whether or not anyone in Limbo can be transferred to Hell. Good luck, Hellfire. (gives a little hop and vanishes into gray mist)

Raven: (smiles smugly at Yang and Blake) Well, I guess it's up to me to explain. (to Blake) I'm surprised with how many children you've swallowed that one managed to make its way to safety. (claps sarcastically) Well done!

Blake: (jaw drops in a silent scream)

Yang: (flames slowly licking at her hair as her eyes flicker between purple and red)

Raven: (gives kisses to Yang and Blake's cheeks)

Blake: (red and black aura swirl around her belly along with a yellow and white aura) What in the name of Heaven?!

Raven: (clicks her tongue) Dammit, Tai beat me to it. Well, double protection wouldn't hurt it. See you both in about eight months. (steps back as a crevice breaks the floor and disappears into a wall of hellfire)

Blake: ...........

Yang: ..........you did ask for me to breed you...

-shadow slides across the wall in the distance-

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otomehonyaku · 4 days

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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Stellaworth Tokuten Short Stories スペシャル特典小冊子 ☽ Kanato ver.

This short story booklet was part of the Stellaworth set for Lost Eden! Keep reading below the cut for Kanato's version.

S ☽ [Ayato’s version by @kyouxa] [Laito’s version by @kyouxa] [Shuu’s version] [Reiji’s version] [Kanato’s version] [Subaru’s version]

M ☽ [Ruki’s version] [Yuma's version] [Kou’s version] [Azusa’s version]

TK ☽ [Carla’s version] [Shin’s version] [Kino’s version]

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As always, special thanks to @karleksmumskladdkaka for providing the scans ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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The grandfather clock in the mansion announced the hour with a heavy sound.

My sleep interrupted but my eyes still blurry with drowsiness, I felt a little irritated as I reached out to wrap my arms around her.

However, she wasn’t there. I grasped nothing but air.

I sighed and sat upright.

“She has gone there again…”

Of course, I had a hunch where she was. Ever since we found ourselves in the human world again, she had visited the church every day without fail. I wondered if she had gone to offer her prayers for the fallen demons and humans again.

“It cannot be helped. I shall go and get her.”

It would not hurt to head out and go somewhere while we were at it, even if it would be a place of her choosing. My thoughts veered into uncharacteristic directions as I got dressed and headed out of the mansion.

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The air was considerably cooler after the sun had set on the town. The air in front of my eyes turned whiter with every breath I took.

All the while I followed her scent to my destination, she remained in the back of my mind. Back when I had only just met her, I would have kicked and screamed at any of her attempts to go outside alone. I would have locked her up in the mansion. However, somehow, I now realised that I should cut her some slack.

Was it because I had lost my father’s powers? Was it because I had awoken as Adam?

I had no clue. Still, our lives had been unbelievably peaceful ever since I had awoken. The dream of the two of us living together in Eden had been crushed, but the life we had come to live instead was not so bad either.

I felt her presence gradually growing stronger. Her trail had led me to the old church as expected.

When I carefully opened the ill-fitted door, I caught sight of her immediately. There she was, her back to me and on her knees as she offered her prayers. By way of announcing my presence, I shuffled my feet a little as I approached her.

“...Kanato.”

When she turned around to face me, her eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before she lowered her gaze to the floor. The cross that she was holding did not bother me, but still she stuffed it into her pocket as if to hide it when she stood up.

We remained silent for a while.

I thought she might be angry with me if I did not say something. My lips moved on their own in an attempt to form an apology.

“I would like to take you someplace of your choosing. Where would you like to go?”

As I spoke, her eyes captivated mine in an effort to seek out my true intentions. I did not detest her inquisitive gaze. Rather, I thought it was quite endearing.

“I… don’t think I have anywhere I’d like to go.”

“Hm…? Why is that?”

“I don’t mind going somewhere, but… As long as I’m with you, that’s enough for me.”

My breath caught in my throat in response to her confession. Happiness overwhelmed me.

Smiling in contentment, I wrapped my arms around her small body and pulled her close. The sweet scent of her blood enveloped me and slowly brought my mind to a halt.

“I feel the same way… I love you,” I whispered, and I kissed her.

She did not resist. She simply leaned in, and our lips met many times over.

However, I wondered whether she hesitated a little in fear of committing blasphemy against her God. We were in a church, after all. Her fingers trembled as they grabbed the back of my vest.

“You should only think about me. Anything other than me is not worth your attention.”

“...Yeah.”

She softly, lovingly whispered her assent.

It was not as if my heart was heavy with the burden of killing so many, humans and demons alike, but I longed to tell her whatever I could to comfort her and soothe her worries.

This girl, who was always so prone to hesitation, had now made clear that she desired me. Her arms tightened around me even more, as if to tell me that she was ready to forget everything else.

She and I are the same. We are sinful creatures who have to atone for their sins. In the situation we were in, I was the only one she could cling to. And I could not help but feel happy about that fact.

The cross fell out of her pocket and clattered to the ground, but neither of us reached for it. We simply stood there, basking in our desire for one another.

#how is kanato so sweet all of a sudden kdfjdkfjdk #he's my least favourite character but i swooned a bit #diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers translations #diahell #otomehonyaku #my translations #kanato sakamaki #sakamaki kanato #lost eden #diabolik lovers lost eden

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tackytigerfic · 11 months

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WIP Snip Saturday

Hello friends. Life is crazy atm but trying to work away on my writing as much as i can. This is a snip from my eternal work-in-progress, a wartime AU in which Harry didn't defeat Voldemort and there's a war still going on seven years after the Battle. In this bit, Harry and Draco have discovered a sort of time-travel device that allows them to move between other universes. Harry is just back from another world, fallen fast asleep, and is now waking up. Unedited. Does anyone else want to share a snip? I feel like I've lost track of so much over the last few weeks, and I miss fandom.

The bed was very comfortable, and the light was dim, and Harry wanted to die.

“I want to die,” he announced, just to underline the fact, but the effect was ruined by his voice cracking down the middle and causing a coughing fit.

From beside the bed, Malfoy made a quiet amused noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, and primly poured a glass of water from a large bulbous sweating jug that sat on the bedside cabinet. The second Harry saw it, he felt desperately thirsty all of a sudden, and the desire to drink was so strong that he heaved himself up in the bed so he could grasp the glass and gulp it down, then a second, and some of a third, before he—gasping—set the glass down again.

“Shall I crack on and order the coffin, or do you think you’ll last the night?” Malfoy enquired. “Only I had thought of popping down to the kitchen and making a cheese toastie, and if you’re not about to expire imminently, I could knock one up for you too.”

“Don’t tease me,” Harry said. “Because I truly believe that only a cheese toastie could bring me back from the brink.”

“Can you walk?” Malfoy asked briskly. “Only, it’s been a few hours now, and I know it’s a big house but you’re Harry Potter, you know, and people will be keeping an eye out for you. And—” Malfoy looked down at his little notebook, which was full of sprawling scribbles and, at one margin, a doodle of what looked to Harry to be his own head in sleeping side profile, his mouth slack with sleep, which was really quite rude when he thought about it “—if you end up spending the whole evening in my room, people might notice.” He coughed delicately, and Harry couldn’t see his face properly, but there was a creeping flush of pink up the back of his bowed neck, and all of a sudden Harry realised what he was suggesting people would think.

“I didn’t think— I mean, we would never…”

Harry trailed off as Malfoy, still blushing, looked up and met his eyes. “Yes, yes, alright.” He sounded cool and distant, like he was already half out of the room. “No need to be quite so emphatic about it. You know that, and I know that, but who’s to tell what fervid imaginings people can get up to? Especially when it comes to a celebrity.”

Harry hadn’t realised just how much Malfoy had warmed up to him, until the warmth was suddenly gone.

“Furthermore,” Malfoy went on, giving Harry a damning look of appraisal that had him bristling, “you do look a bit fucked out at the moment, if you don’t mind me saying. You might want to fix yourself up before we go wandering the corridors together, just in case we somehow give people the wrong idea. Feel free to use my bathroom. I’ll just get on with my work while I wait.”

Harry was distinctly wobbly, but by the time he heaved himself out of the bed—Malfoy’s bed, he thought grimly—and tottered into the bathroom, he had started to feel a bit more like himself. Outside, he could hear the scratching repetitive sound of Malfoy writing at his desk.

“So, why exactly do I feel so terrible?” Harry called through the door before braving a look in the mirror. He did look a bit fucked out, he supposed, if people’s minds were to run that way. His hair was a disaster, like he had been thoroughly tossing his head around on a pillow, and fingercombing could only do so much. Worse still was the look of heat he still had about him, a gentle glow of sweat and exertion that gave him a softened exhausted look, which coupled with his heavy eyes and the creasemarks from the bedsheets on his cheek… well, he wasn’t about to test people’s appetites for speculation, he thought.

Malfoy was talking now, though Harry couldn’t quite hear him through the door, so he cracked it a little before he ran the tap.

“You haven’t passed out in there?” Malfoy’s voice sounded closer all of a sudden, like he was talking through the gap in the door. “I shan’t have to perform CPR, shall I? I don’t think I even know any CPR.”

“No, I’m surviving,” Harry reassured him, still clutching onto the edge of the sink. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was just saying that you feel so dreadful because of the strain on your magical core. It’s the travel part, it takes an enormous amount of magical energy. You’re working against the laws of physics on a massive scale. It gets easier the longer you spend on the other side.”

“So weird,” Harry muttered to himself, then bent down to splash his face, patting the heat and sleep-puffiness away.

“Yeah, I don’t get it myself, really,” Malfoy said, sounding like he was getting into his stride. “My father was good on the logistics but I’m not sure that he considered the wider implications of—” and he was off, his voice a comforting background noise as Harry splashed around in the sink, and prodded helplessly at his hair for a bit, and brushed his teeth, and had a piss. All the while, Malfoy was talking about modal logic and planes of existence and core exhaustion as though Harry would possibly understand, or even be interested, but at least Malfoy was talking himself back into good humour. By the time Harry was looking fresher and less like he’d just rolled out of Malfoy’s bed, Malfoy was sufficiently cheered up enough to distract with talk of cheese as they padded down the corridor to the kitchens, and when Malfoy had shovelled the crisp dripping slices of sandwich onto two plates, hot and buttery and frilled at the edges with crisp lacy cheese, and Harry had located the relish and a jug of cider, even Malfoy was hungry enough to shut up and just eat.

Would love to read what everyone's working on, pls tag me. Also tagging a few people who i think are writing atm - @floydig @thehoneybeet @maesterchill @oknowkiss @shealwaysreads @skeptiquewrites @the-starryknight @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @wolfpants and anyone else, if you fancy it?

#drarry #tacky's fth #drarry fic

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 10 months

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Clinging too much to the Mask

Or Miles' is neglecting his civilian life for his hero one.

Something I love about Across the Spider-verse, is that no one is truly evil, but that doesn't justify their actions. Likewise, the heroes aren't perfect, in some cases they actively need to work to own their mistakes, and in others, they need to learn a more simple lesson.

I think this last one can apply to Miles. Because while he is doing his best, I feel the story tries to point out that despite "balancing" his double life, he may be prioritizing one over the other.

We get to see this before we properly get to see Miles, who instead of being in this meeting-

He is going around the city.

Not gonna lie, in my first viewing, I felt Rio and Jeff needed to cut Miles some slack; like sure they were being kind of harsh because they didn't know what was going on, but Miles was truly trying hard!

However, the more I rewatched the movie, and the more I keep looking at certain things, the more I realized that Miles' parents are being WAY nicer about all of this than other parents I had seen, and also, that even if you have the context he is not handling this very well.

Let's start with this scene, shall we?

So, Rio and Jeff want to talk about university opportunities and scholarships, which I feel is a bit early for a fifteen-year-old, but if he wants to get into the best Physics program in the nation, I guess it makes sense needing to start early. I am assuming Miles had at least mention wanting to do big things; which is of course what his parents want because they know what he is capable of; so I wouldn't be surprised if they arranged this meeting SPECIFICALLY because Miles set his future on this.

But regardless if it was Miles's idea or his parents, the fact on the matter is this: he should be here.

Because let's remember, he isn't skipping this meeting because the Spot or a villain with a bigger profile was causing a ruckus, we saw him slinging around the city as if he was strolling, and when he goes to get the Spot, he first does this:

I know Spider-man is known for witty remarks and Miles is definitely not an anomaly on that front, but you cannot tell me he didn't explicitly want a patty and it just so happens to have a bad guy in the place; he may have not grabbed himself hasn't the Spot not being there but I bet he would have gone to this shop ruckus or not.

Even if that wasn't the case, he is already late for the meeting; but he still took his time to patrol the city for, as far as we can tell, no real reason besides just checking around.

I get that he is Spider-man and has responsibilities with the city, but when Miles has an important meeting to be in, and he decides just swinging across the city is more important than being there; we have to admit that this is a problem.

And the longer we spend in 1610 the more that shows.

This monologue feels like it can be unrelated, at first.

Miles doing the Spider-man presentation makes sense; it has been established in this franchise as a device to present the characters, so having him update on his spidey-situation while following the trope presentation they had done before it's perfect to match the tone of the first movie.

But I am also a firm defender of "weaponize tropes to press further the message of the story" and I think having Miles do this presentation can support how much emphasis he puts on his hero life.

Last time during the first movie, he did his own spidey-presentation at the end, but he also talked about finishing his essay, and doing art with his dad. In this one, we only get mentions of things related to being Spider-man, you can argue that including his uncle on the recap may also be involved because he died just in the time he was becoming Spider-man.

(This is also to remind the audience of this plot point for the ending but shhh we are focussing on other things here.)

This is nothing new for Spidey-people, Gwen the more repressed she is the more she clings to her duty, which only makes her repress more and makes the cycle continue. Peter B was okay with the idea of staying behind even if it meant dying, and let's be real here, part of the reason he was okay with it was that dying as a spider-man is an idea he made peace with years ago, but confronting MJ about what happened was scarier.

This also happened in the first movie.

This is before they know they may die if they stay, however, you have to admit is a tad unsettling that after being told "You will need to destroy your only way to get home," everyone IMMEDIATELY says they will do it.

Forget being superheroes, no one has any doubts? Any fears of how long it would take to go back home, if at all?

Peni and Gwen worry me especially because I know why those two may just prefer to ditch their home dimensions for a good while (Gwen because she already lost her Peter, was in a flaky relationship with her dad, and probably was neglecting other people too. Peni if you had read some of her comics is not that surprising, heck I want to get her out of that dimension myself.)

I could go on, because I don't think we had seen a Spidey person in this franchise who isn't putting way too much emphasis on their hero identity; but you get the idea. This is a common problem.

And Miles is no different.

When we go to the Party for his dad (something his mom reminded him of before he bolted out to capture the Spot,) we see that the Party is in full swing. Music is in, people had already started digging in the food, and kids are playing.

Look, growing up my family had parties like this, fairly often growing up. This one is to celebrate Captain Morales obviously, but I had been at family reunions that are easily this size.

Considering the size and for who is the Party, I am surprised they didn't call him non-stop when he didn't show up to help put everything up (because I am having a hard time believing he wouldn't be expected to help to put everything,) it was already late when the first person showed up, so by this point, this is beyond lateness.

And where he is at?

JUST NOW he is picking up the cake, AS SPIDERMAN.

Miles, mijo ¿Qué estás haciendo? Para este punto de la partida yo ya estaría haciendo mi testamento.

(Trans: Miles, son, what are you doing? By this point I would be doing my will.)

Ok jokes aside, I don't know what's more unbelievable, that he is just now getting the cake, or that he is doing it in the Spidey costume.

This tells us EXACTLY what he was doing before coming up to pick this cake.

Last time we see him, he told his dad he didn't believe The Spot would come back, which means he didn't exactly think there was any danger. Nothing in the movie shows or tells us there was another big emergency he didn't need to attend to, either; and it has CLEARLY been a few hours since that moment since the lightning has changed.

Don't tell me he came in with his Spidey suit to get a better deal or something, the woman clearly doesn't care about it; and even then, at any moment he seems to find a way to change just so he can move around the city more easily.

Not to mention that while he was trying to come to the Party, this happened.

In case you need to make sure what's happening, since this moment happens in a few seconds during Jeff speech; because someone was stealing shoes (with a guard who is clearly not giving a shit,) he sent a web to stop him.

And rather than just, going on with his day, he stops to sign some autographs and pics, to the point someone else thinks the taxi is waiting for a new client, which the guy obviously accepts.

Honestly, once this moment clicked for me I feel a little dumb to not realize that this is actually a thing Miles needs to confront about himself and not just the natural back and forth that is expected with this life.

And you can see it in other things too.

Miles isn't a loner, or at least he wasn't one in Into the Spider-verse.

I remember that when I saw the movie the contrast surprised me, like many other people, I had grown up with plenty Peter Parker adaptations, where he is most of the time, a nerd that deals with bullying to some degree. Even with Miles being his own character, I was surprised that at least in his old school and neighborhood, he not only has friends, he is basically a popular kid.

Now in ATSV? That seems to have gone away.

Is such a small detail in both movies, but it still shocks me every time I think about it hard enough.

Miles had tons of friends, or at least people he definitely got along with; people who said that miss him and such. Even if we never hear a name from him; look at the people greeting him at the beginning at ITSV, go to see the movie and see how much Miles scrolls on his contact list; there is no way in hell he wasn't close to some of these people.

But all of them seem to have gone away by this movie, not only did neither of his parents think of asking about anyone in the neighborhood, Miles himself only scratches the names of his spidey-friends. This either means Rio and Jeff know enough of the people in the neighborhood to be aware Miles is not going out with any of them; or the relationships had deteriorated enough that neither party even thinks of the possibility of being with any of them.

That's...that's a lot.

Look, I am not going to say Miles changing school wouldn't affect his previous friendships, I know exactly how that works.

But in ITSV, Miles said it himself, he still lives here, none of them look like they live too far to be impossible to hang out with; and despite that, the only friend he seems to have is Genki; who aside from being his rommie, is the only person he has that knows his secret.

Which is probably, the only reason they are close enough for Miles's parents to know about him.

To top it all off, this shows that Miles isn't exactly shy, he may have not been fitting too well with his classmates at first but it has been over a year, and he should have been able to make more friends. If he wanted to.

And is not the only thing suffering.

I am not sure if the joke is that Miles is trying to soften the blow and the teacher is telling on him, or, that he legit forgot the number of classes. Considering it was obvious the woman was going to know and had no incentive in hiding this from his parents; I am inclined to believe Miles actually forgot how many classes he lost.

Considering how spidey emergencies work, 6 classes isn't that big of a thing, assuming this is the only class he has lost classes on. Knowing how the hero gig works you could expect more, but for my own sanity I will pretend it has been only these.

There is a big chance he missed those classes for really, bad situations where he needed to be there. However, we aren't actually sure; and considering the direction this movie is going, it is very feasible he may be messing around a few times.

And look, Miles grades are freaking amazing; seriously I was doing a lot worse in school without any hero business involved. But even if he obviously puts some level of priority in his studies, you can see that this is a struggling battle.

Not to mention the elephant in the room, that is the fact that the reason we know he is working so hard to have good grades, is because he wants to go to Princeton University.

Miles can't give the exact reason as to why in this scene, but this is really all we need to hear:

I really don't need to explain myself further, but because I already had the image at hand from something else, here it is.

The only not related to Spider-man is that he is somewhat prioritizing, and has to do more to see the other Spiders than his actual future.

I think this becomes more obvious when you remember that as smart as he is with Physics, in the first movie he wasn't really interested; despite what he knew he was trying to fumble that class like the rest of them, trying to quit. The only thing he seemed passionate about was his art, which is the other class that he is doing amazingly.

I had seen people argue Miles' dream will probably be related to art, if it wasn't because seeing the other spiders has become even more important than that, deciding to try to get into the best Physics Program in the country just to see if he has a chance to meet them again. That's a lot of time, effort, and work; and is not even about him or what he wants to do for the rest of his life.

In a way, this movie comes to a conclusion about it, but I think I want to talk more about that when we focus on Miles' parents.

Thank you for reading, hope this gives you guys some perspective about Miles; I feel I don't see a lot of people picking up on this, which is a shame since I feel the story with his family gains a deeper layer by having both parties struggling in their own areas.

#miles morales #atsv #across the spiderverse #rio morales #jeff morales #atsv files #spiderman across the spiderverse

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sukunasun · 10 months

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im not sure if you've already done it but would you write a dom reader?

maybe growing disinterested in nanami kento is a given.

you try to think about him at night, calling out his name right as he steps through your bedroom door. slipping your panties to the side, you make him watch in between your spread legs. fingers working over your clit in patterns he knows by heart. and he sees every bit of the action, eyes narrowing behind glinting glasses. he steps closer, so close he could push his hips up and make you feel the heat of his bulge there under khaki-coloured slacks, a hardness, a weight you desperately long for...but you stop completely.

all the ways he's perfect and yet, it isn't the same. he just...doesn't do it for you anymore. doesn't do you...period. you've tried to understand where he's coming from, he's stressed, it's been hectic, his dick and mind aren't in sync. all very valid reasons he exasperatedly, repeatedly, emphasizes on.

it's nothing personal, just a phase that shall be forgotten and left aside the moment the two of you get over this itching, dreadful, dry spell. conjured up with every inch of distance that grows, every uncomfortable silence that lasts a little too long, the heavy sighs when he's forgotten the details again, missed the good spots just by an inch, every "not tonight, i'm too tired," and "i'll just take care of it myself," that pierces right through your pride, your ego. especially when he's standing right there with a tent in his pants, his boxers, or his towel. one he's grabbed immediately. almost too quickly at the sound of you walking in on him jerking himself off in the shower. guilt and shame plastered across his face.

it used to sting a lot more back when the rejection was still fresh. now it only makes you look at him without second glances, without thought. a gaze devoid of warmth or wanting. giving him a sympathetic quirk of the lips and a pat on a sweaty shoulder—while he's still atop you and shaking in frustration from how absolutely nothing works. this isn't sexy or sensual, you know it isn't— 'there, there, it's alright that you can't make me come,' the gesture speaks without words, he feels the way you try to comfort him, like you almost pity him.

it's not your resigned sighs he wants, like you know exactly what he's lacking, but that sadistic part of him wishes you'd make him suffer the same urges that you bury deep down. make him feel the need and know you'll never give him the satisfaction. not for now at least, not until he begs and whines and pleads. not until he sobs the words 'im sorry' and means it. punishment in the worst form but...

he looks even better like this. on his knees and flushed red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. you chuckle at how he's suddenly gone speechless. "careful now, they were expensive," you tell him, pressing the point of your heels to his chest and pushing him back, telling him, ordering him, "you know what to do."

nanami's obedient hands cup your ankle, slowly grazing it up your shin, your calves, and your thighs. feeling the skin he's so longed to touch, then slipping off the shoes before planting a kiss on your knee. he starts to whisper something unintelligible, "you saying a prayer?" you grin, hair a mess, falling down your shoulders as you unclasp the clip keeping the tempting locks in a neat do, fluffing it out and watching his pupils grow twice in size.

"just a short one," he answers breathlessly, "i have the rest of the night to worship you," and you deserve it. you know you do. it's not even about obligation, not about what you're owed but this is how it should have always been. a temptress coming alive. you've been walking on eggshells, both of you. nanami has to always perform, to be the one on top. his wish to control he releases slowly now into your hands. the restrained, repressed urge to bend to your will, to follow after your beck and call now realized.

nanami who is so accommodating, so subservient...it doesn't even occur to him that in the midst of trailing his lips down and leaving sweet pecks of persuasion behind, he's grown hard, so hard he's practically leaking through the fabric of his very expensive trousers.

"forgive me, i'll make it up to you," the words taste so good on his tongue, like he's meant to say it. your dress he's gently pushed up and away from where his tongue longs to be, hands on each thigh, he parts them and goes in like he's been dying for it, lips kissing, sucking you in, clit throbbing to the deep hmmmms he groans out, rumbling from his chest. the taste of you familiar and addictive and oh how he's missed this.

there you go again with the not-so-gentle tugging of his hair, blonde locks grasped between your fingers, how pretty it was styled just a few moments ago. he's spent a while getting it to lay just right, but you don't apologize for it. not when you pull his face up, hearing his gasp for air, then to the guttural wail he grits out, all from the delicious ache in his scalp. to see his lips swollen and eyes dazed, heavily lidded and glassy. "please, let me make you come," he pleads so nicely, with bated breath and a hopefulness, eagerness laced in his voice.

still, you remind him, "you haven't been able to do that for months," grinning at the whine he lets out, pained and restless. he's still fully clothed and the sweat starts to saturate the fabric. you'll let him take it off, but slowly, he has to wait for instructions. he knows you have rules. one being that he's not allowed to finish before you, and the other is alot more hard to comply to.

there will be no missionary or doggy style or any of his usual favourites. he'll only be bound and gagged by a licorice red rope. arms up and torso flexing, each and every muscle on display. you drag a finger down the ridges, tutting when he tries to maneuver his way out, fighting knots so tight and he loves the way it rubs against skin, against his hardened nipples, his cock standing upright and leaking like a faucet, bobbing and sensitive to every brush of soft, supple skin as you straddle him.

the bonds dig into his wrists, his chest, stinging and scaring. some part of him hopes you'd kiss the chaffed marks and soothe them with aloe vera later, just like he does with you. maybe hold him close for a little while. he doesn't want to ask, doesn't think he could after all those months he's left you unsatisfied. but you squeeze down on him, loving the tight furrow of his brows, the sweat that runs down the side of his temples, shaved undercut glistening in it. "that's it, just like that," you praise him.

you sound so lovely, like a balm over a wound. "i'm sorry," he croaks, the words come out hoarse and helpless. teeth biting into the weaving and saliva dribbling forth. nanami yearns for your release just as much as you do but he won't last, won't be able to salvage whatever scraps are left of his composure, his resolve, it's all too much. he begs and begs, exhaustion teetering, limbs numb and aching. "i just wanted to—" he gasps, words choking in his throat before he realizes he's crying, "—to love you right."

when had he started to fail you, when is it enough to make up for it. the tears spill in a sticky mess, clumping his lashes, and painting his eyebags in a wet glow. his stomach coils, building up into something big, something he's been dying to release for ages, and he feels like he's about to pass out. baring his teeth, he places his feet flat on the mattress and desperately ruts up into you. thrusts erratic and sloppy and just rushing to get there. to the end of all that worthlessness he feels.

with foreheads pressed together, he notices your tears too, barely keeping up the dominant facade. "you're so good, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you whisper, and he doesn't know if it's the honesty in your voice, his own trust reflected in your eyes, or that it's so obvious now, that you absolutely, wholeheartedly adore him, care for him, love him still. yes, you're still interested. just like that nanami's orgasm hits, sending you over the edge too with a final thrust so deep, so hard, he doesn't hold back. rope breaks and so do the legs of your bed frame, nanami releases a with a cry and white flashing behind his eyes, a jolt shooting up his spine and you feel it just as much when his seed settles inside you.

#ugh fine i'll write nanami again #didn't finsh my nanami bday fic in time so heres a short tidbit to make up for it #nanami kento #nanami kento fic #nanami kento hcs #nanami smut #ask #anon #sunpiece #saturated #nanami kento x reader #dom reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic

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unwoundcorridors · 2 months

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prompt #14: jacket

pairing: fleur/hermione word count: 334

❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈

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“Fleur, where is my—”

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, eyes still wide, panting breaths falling from her lips as her girlfriend sat on the end of their bed, the exact faded denim jacket she’d been looking for lying next to her. It was lined with sherpa, the collar made of the same soft material, and she’d…

Tears formed in her eyes, and she couldn’t keep a quiet sob from escaping her as her knees buckled. Not even wincing as she met the floor in a graceless heap, Hermione sucked in a ragged breath, arms curled protectively around herself as she allowed herself to recognise that it wasn’t lost. Her dad’s jacket wasn’t gone.

She didn’t even comprehend Fleur’s presence until she was pulled into her arms, comfort seeping in as she heard Fleur apologise for removing it from their foyer closet where it always was.

“I only meant to surprise you by cleaning it, but I—”

Hermione jerked away, eyebrows furrowed. “Tell me you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Fleur said, framing Hermione’s face between her hands. “It occurred to me that you may not want it cleaned. It was your papa’s, was it not?”

Hermione’s jaw fell slack for a moment. “How did you—"

Fleur kissed her. “I noticed you always wear it on one particular day, and so I asked Ginny. She told me you took to wearing it on your papa’s birthday after the war.”

Oh, Gin. Hermione raised one of her hands and rested it against Fleur’s. “My dad gave it to me before my sixth year. He knew I liked it and wanted me to have something of his while away at Hogwarts. He knew he couldn’t understand what I was going through, and we’d all become… a bit distant, but it…” She sniffled. “It’s all I have left that still has any lingering scent of him on it.”

Fleur wrapped her arms around Hermione and pulled her close.

“Then we shall never wash it, mon amour.”

#i've never written fleurmione before. another first #fleur delacour #hermione granger #fleurmione #sapphicmicrofics

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thenarryparable · 1 year

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"Tangerine, sugar, honey, sweet"

sub tangerine x gn/top reader

its pretty tame I'd say just uh, SMUT

Thursday is going to kill me. Mother im sorry dont look at this. I have lost myself-

(praise k*nk, sub/dom roles, degr*dation, b*ndage...all of it)

Tangerine laid down in bed while you finished up in the shower, washing off a load of stress and anxiety from the job you, Lemon and Tangerine had done today. Taking care of Wataru with all the stupid White Death associates without a job, wanting revenge was stressful to say the least.

You turned off the shower when you were finished and told him he could go next before you got an idea. Tangerine was pretty tense, always tense. Especially when it came to even seeing you a bit naked, always scared of doing something "Wrong and immoral" as he put it.

Why not let out some of that tension?

From the job, from trying not to 'fuck anything up', let's knock out too birds with one stone.

Tangerine sat up and said "Thanks, che-" then he looked back and saw you taking off your towel, revealing the sweet body you had, the one he cherished. "On another thought, I dont need to take a fucking shower now, luv" got him.

"Why is that?" you asked. "You fucking know why you sly prick" he muttered through gritted teeth as he walked over to you, nudging you for consent before going further. "Is this okay, luv?" he whispered, clearly nervous. "Yes" you whispered back, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He goes to wrap his hands around your waist before you grip his tie and pin him onto the bed, he looked so cute, so vulnerable this way. He didn't expect that from the weak whine and gasp you got from his filthy mouth. "Oh my, desperate are we?" he nodded.

"Why that won't fly with me love, you need some self-control before you go making a mess everywhere." you undo his tie and wrap it around his wrists, "Green light?" he nods, as you make a knot. "Now, let's get you undressed baby boy. Carefully now, don't need to mess up your suit, you look very handsome in it, so accessible as well," you say teasing the fly of his blue, pinstriped slacks that snagged onto his body so beautifully.

He whimpered, Tangerine couldn't think straight at this point. "Tangerine~" you purred as you pulled his fly down, making him twitch and tense up. "Oh baby, relax...deep breaths" you said as you stroked his thigh, pulling down his trousers.

"Oh dear, you are quite, ha...rigid to say the least" Tangerine blushed more, from embarrassment. "Now let's get the rest of this off your marvelously shaped frame, shall we?" Tangerine nodded as you unbuttoned his vest, and his shirt. Exposing all of his tattoos and scars, especially the one on his neck.

He let out a sob as you pressed a kiss against it, his shaft throbbing in pain. Even you could feel it, sore against your stomach as you held him down, his legs spread out against your exposed body and soon, his.

"You ready my sweet, Tangerine?" you asked with, a mischievous look in your eyes. "Y-yes" he choked out, as you felt at the seam of his soft boxers that were now, tight. You carefully took his cock out, him mewling as you took it into your hands.

You gave him a few gentle pumps, letting him get adjusted to the pace before remembering, lube. You slow down and stop before grabbing a small bottle of it from Tangerines dresser. "Forgot this!" you said, as Tangerine groaned.

You poured some into your hands before making your hands busy again, listening to Tangerine pant and moan as you pumped his thick cock, faster and faster. Sweet, sticky, cum leaking from his swollen cock. His breath became more and more hitched and heavy as you worked.

He arched his back as he reached his climax, spilling out white sticky liquid all over your hand. You grinned and pulled your hand away, as he had gone limp. "Good boy" you praised as you untied his wrists. "Now lets go get you cleaned up, sweetheart" you said as you took off his shirt and vest completely this time now that he's untied and helped him to the bathroom.

You took a clean rag out of the cabinet and cleaned him off. You then started a bath, he tried to refuse your care but you insisted that he'd bathe. You helped him into the warm bath and grabbed some rose-scented soap and rubbed it all over his gorgeous bare skin.

You then moved onto his soft curls and poured some coconut oil and shampoo into your hands and massaged his scalp, his head rubbing against your hands like a kitty. "Thank you, luv" his whisper sounding like a purr. "You're welcome, hun" you said as you helped him lean back and get the soap out of his hair.

"I love you" he said, as you helped him out of the tub, drying him off with a towel.

"I love you too, sweet boy" you responded, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek.

#IM SO EMBARRASSED BUT ITS FINE :')#bullet train #bullet train smut #tangerine x reader #tangerine x gn!reader #tangerine x m!reader #IM SO FUCKING -////-#I HATE MYSELF.#tangerine writes

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