#also sorry for possible errors in text

[zoomzooml]

Bumblebee overthinks late at night after a fight with one of his teammates

#someone put him to bed #tfa #tfa bumblebee #transformers animated #transformers #my art #minicomic #maccadam #maccadams #I'm just trying to start creating again lmao #also sorry for possible errors in text #not in mood to really check grammar #tw cursing #cw cursing #i guess #based on my own overthinking some time ago lmao

[sbeveperke]

im late, its the crunchiest quality ever, but slay!!!

#hourlycomicday #hourly comic day 2023 #happened to do it on the most mid day possible #istg i go to school sometimes #sorry for not putting alt text im too tired for that :( might reblog w one tho (if i have the time)!!!! #hopefully you guys can read my shitty handwriting 💔 #ALSO IGNORE THE TYPOS AND POTENTIAL GRAMMAR ERRORS 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 THANK UUU #sbeve draws

[angel-of-the-moons]

Doppelgänger

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst, self-image issues, mentions of childhood trauma, addiction, our mans has had it rough as fuck™

A/N: Brought on by this post from @tarjapearce and the comments i made (I'm sorry i am a ho for some angst sometimes) I'm merging ATSV stuff with comic stuffs because NO WAY IS HIS MOVIE DESIGN LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE WITHOUT IT POSSIBLY COMING UP IN FUTURE MOVIES ASDFGHJKL

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You came home and it was quiet. Quiet and dark; and already you knew something was up. You left Miguel sleeping so you could attend to some meetings and paperwork at your office, and pick up a few groceries.

Miguel had been acting strange the past few days. You'd asked him if it had something to do with work and he simply shrugged the question aside, like it was a small chip on one of his broad shoulders.

You'd asked him what was bothering him again, and he simply stared at the carpet, muttering something you didn't quite catch, and he went straight to bed.

You were so worried you'd even texted Gabriel on your walk home:

Hey, Gabe...

Heyyyy! If it ain't my favorite brother's girlfriend!

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a soft snort. You only have one brother, Gabe.

No no, chica, I meant that you're my favorite of any girlfriends he's ever had. 😂

Gabe that sounds a little... Bad. 😬

Does it? Woops! Anyways, what's up? My big dumb, brick-house brother do something to make you mad?

No, Gabe... He's acting weird. Has been for the past few days, and he won't open up to me. I'm worried.

You could see the chat bubble pop up over and over again with '...' signifying that he was in the process of texting. With how many times it popped up and went away you were expecting a bible scripture's length of a text wall.

But what you got instead made your heart sink.

He saw our mom. She... She brought up Tyler.

Oh, god. You knew that Miguel and Conchata had a rocky relationship. Miguel had told you why. It was so bad, even just recalling everything, that you felt Miguel's pain like it was your own.

You also knew that Miguel's biological father, Tyler Stone, was the one that manipulated him, that used him, got him addicted to Rapture and almost killed him...

But it wasn't even the real dose of Rapture. It was simulated. Just another manipulation tactic. It was overhearing that conversation that Miguel found out the truth of his heritage, and you could tell that nugget of knowledge permanently chipped his sense of identity.

Even moreso when he confessed to you about Gabriela--

Your phone pinged.

They fought. It was... It was ugly. I... I didn't know about Tyler. God, chica, I didn't know. Dad was...

You felt your heart flop, knowing poor Gabriel was shielded by Miguel for so long so he didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of their gaslighting and manipulative mother, his sadistic sperm donor... Miguel wanted nothing more than to protect Gabriel from that pain.

Your fingers flew fast on the little keyboard, a few spelling errors here and there;

God, Gabri im sory you had to fidn out that way

I know. It figures Miguel would have told you, before me, tho. He loves you.

He loves you too, Gabri. God, more than you know. He loves you.

I know. He was trying to keep me safe and out of Mom's drama.

No offense, Gabri, but if I ever see that woman I'm rearranging her face with a shovel.

OMG. I mean... After the things she said to Miggy, I... Kind of want her to at least feel consequences of her actions, y'know?

Oh, she will. Don't worry. Thanks for telling me this, Gabri.

Go cuddle my big brother and tell him I love him, k? Let me know how he's doing.

OMW home now, I'll text you when he's feeling better.

KK, see ya.

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Yeah. You knew for sure Miguel was still heartbroken when you came home after that.

You put the groceries away, a somber expression on your face as a million thoughts went through your head.

God, of course Conchata had to come see Gabriel at the same time Miguel was there. You wouldn't be surprised if either she could have tabs kept on him, just to... to try and lord her power over him somehow, like he was still that scared little boy, holding onto his baby brother, being his shield and buffer from their parents' fights.

That bitch had to have had a hand in Tyler using him the way that he did, that she had to have known about--

Your mind was knocked away from those dark thoughts when you heard glass shatter.

You dropped the bag of apples onto the ground, the fruits tumbling out and rolling across the floor as you made a mad dash to your bedroom.

Noting Miguel wasn't in there, you turned to the adjoining bathroom door, seeing faint light come down from below, small wafts of steam rolling out.

"Miguel?" You frantically called out, knocking on the door and leaning your ear against the smooth metal.

You could hear shuffling and the tinkling of glass shards, as well as the shower running; but no verbal reply.

You knocked on the door again, hurried and a little too hard, your fingers hovering over the control panel.

Before you could push a button, the door slid open.

Miguel was in nothing but a pair of boxers, leaning over your bathroom sink, his hands gripping the marble countertops, threatening to crack the material. Beads of water rolled down his muscular, tanned skin; droplets of water dripped from the ends of his thick, wavy chocolate locks, the natural curls more apparent thanks to the water.

That's when you noticed it. Your bathroom mirror, shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering the counter, floor, and in the sink.

Bright, scarlet droplets were on the floor, steadily building into small puddle from his right hand, his knuckles split, shards of the reflective material sticking out of it.

"I'll pay for it." His voice croaked out, unable to lift his eyes to meet your horrified gaze. "I just--"

"Oh, god! Miggy!" You breathed, reaching out, taking a step towards him, only to wince and hiss when the pieces of broken mirror stabbed the soft, delicate soles of your feet.

You gritted your teeth as the glass crunched, but you grabbed Miguel.

Instantly it was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel's head snapped up and he looked down at you, seeing the bloody footprints you now left on your tile.

He looked terrified at what he was seeing. How you just ignored the shards in your body in favor of frantically digging around one of the cabinets for your first aid kit.

"Bebita... I..." Miguel choked out.

When you found it, you killed the shower and stepped into the glass once again, pulling him into your room, and onto your bed, your feet leaving bloody prints as you walked, like macabre rose petals being left in your wake. Miguel had a large enough stride that he was careful to avoid getting any in his feet, but the smell of your blood permeated the air, it made him sick to his stomach. Not with disgust.

With guilt.

Of course, you checked him over first, plucking out the shards of glass from his knuckles and cleaning the cuts out with wound wash, ignoring the blood welling up onto the tile floor of your bedroom from.

You carefully roll his hand as you try to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Miggy, can you hold your--"

"I'm sorry." He interrupts.

You looked up at him, and only then do you see his face. Framed in his wet curls, his face was shadowed and haunted, his eyes dark and as tumultuous in a maelstrom of anxiety and fear.

You bring your hand to his cheek, caressing one of his sharp cheekbones with your thumb. "Baby, it's okay. It's just a mirror, I can--"

He shook his head, as if your touch to his face burned him like a hot iron.

He leaned over, grabbing your legs and pulling your feet into his lap so he can assess the damage, and return the favor of cleaning and dressing them.

"You're hurt because of me." He whispered sadly, dabbing the blood away.

"I'm hurt because of the glass, honey." You tell him gently, letting him apply the "honey" to the cuts in your feet, sealing them.

His massive hands encapsulated your ankles, his thumbs rubbing small circles as the rough pads caressed your skin. Like you were made of the delicate gossamer of a butterfly's wing.

He sits like that, not meeting your eyes. And god, did that hurt you so badly. You knew how important eye contact was with Miguel, he almost always went out of his way to keep eye contact when he was conversing with someone. Having him avoid your eyes... hurt.

Because you knew he was hurting.

"Miggy." You breathed. "Talk to me."

You move your feet from his lap and scoot closer to him, moving your face until he locked eyes with you again, and you could see the pain and the tears fill his own as he looked at you; his full, pouty lips trembling in an effort to hold his emotions at bay.

His shoulders dropped low, and Miguel leans forward until he was practically bent in half, clinging to you, burying his face in your chest as he fisted your shirt in his hands.

You rubbed his shoulder with one hand, biting your lip as he softly cried into your blouse, your other hand combing through his messy wet hair.

You stayed like that, for what felt like hours. You weren't sure how long it was exactly, with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off. The only light that dimly illuminated the room was from your bathroom, and the open door.

He finally calmed enough to speak, to explain why he shattered the mirror.

"...I look like him." Miguel said, his heart in his voice, his soul stripped down and naked with raw pain.

"Mig--"

"God, I look like him. That... that cabrón." He hissed, tugging your shirt in his fists.

"I look like that bastard that... that made me into this." The self-contempt in his voice broke your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, murmuring against him. "No, you don't, baby."

"Yes, I do!" He snapped, pulling himself away from you and throwing himself to his feet. He paced like an angry tiger in a cage, waiting to swat at whatever keeper dared enter his enclosure. He didn't notice that he was stepping into the sticky, dried blood trails you left.

"I have his--his face. His fucking face--" He said, gripping his hair in his hands, tugging as he started to hyperventilate. "My fucking nose, my fucking cheeks, my fucking lips--they're all him! I'm not allowed to be me, every time I look in the mirror I see him! I can't ever get away from him! He's a part of me, he always will be! I fucking look like him!"

You get to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your soles as you dared to reach out, to touch the pacing tiger.

Your hands smooth up his back, gently, softly; then back down until they wrapped around his mid-section.

You feel him, how tense he is, how his muscles flex at your touch almost like he's bracing himself for some kind of blow that simply will never come from you.

You rest your cheek against his back, feeling how hot his skin was burning.

"Baby. You don't look like him. You aren't him, and you never will be." You whisper.

You plant kisses wherever you could reach, not letting him go, feeling his body shake with each shuddering breath as your soft lips made contact.

"More importantly, Tyler will never be you."

"I--"

You cut him off. "Listen to me... Did Tyler figure out multi-dimensional travel, build a strike force of super-powered people from across the multiverse? Does Tyler, almost every day, work to keep dozens--no, hundreds--of universes safe from monsters?"

He didn't answer.

"And did Tyler Stone protect your baby brother from your mother all these years?"

No answer.

"You are Miguel-goddamn-O'Hara." You tell him. "I love you, with trauma, quirks and all. I love your little scritch-scratches you make, the way your bottom lip pokes out when you pout, your crooked teeth when you smile. I love your ridiculously large body, I love how you hug me. I love the little snores you make when you fall asleep at your desk, how you crinkle your nose when you're about to sneeze.."

You feel his hands slowly rise to touch your arms where they're almost-locked around his larger frame.

"I love how sweet and gentle you are. I love hearing you curse to yourself when you shock yourself with your soldering gun... I love listening to you bicker with Lyla, or complain about one of the other Spiders bugging you." You place more kisses after each sentence; hoping each one plants a seed of love beneath his skin, to bloom into a garden that he can admire and love, not hate for the very skin he was born with out of illegitimacy and infidelity.

"Tyler Stone is not you. He never will be. He will never be as good as you." You sigh against his skin, feeling the goosebumps form in the cold of your room, now that the adrenaline of his anxiety was beginning to fade, and his body became aware of the water that was slowly drying and cooling his skin.

"I love you, Miguel O'Hara. You and no-one else. Don't ever think for a second that you don't have your own identity because of your genes."

He slowly turns in your grasp, looking down at you with raw, unclothed emotion as his hand touches your cheek.

"You're more than that. You're you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You say, your tone set and jaw tight; every word you spoke carrying a hefty weight of seriousness and honesty.

He smiles, almost sadly as you feel the rough pads of his thumb against your cheek, the little talon there poking you but not breaking the skin.

"...I..." He said, his voice stiff as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"I really will pay for your mirror, you know."

You grin up at him and turn your face so you can kiss the palm of his hand.

"I know you will, Miggy."

"But I am curious... I felt like you were going to keep going with the affirmations." He said, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"Well, the last one..."

"The last one?" Miguel tilted his head down at you quizzically.

You grin at him again, your teeth showing and eyes creasing as you barely manage to reach around him, swatting his ass playfully.

"I also love the fact you have the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man."

He couldn't contain the snort that came out of him, and he reached up to cover his whole face with his other hand.

"Mierda..."

You giggle as you step around him, giving a playful swat to his ass once again as you walk by.

"C'mon, Miguel O'Hara. You got a broken mirror to clean up."

His shoulders lifted as he watched you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen as he smiled.

Yeah. You were right.

He was Miguel O'Hara.

And he was certainly going to pay you back for the smacks to his ass.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse

[spamgyu]

*Mentalizing collage mingyu for valentines day*

oh we are so back besties....

(not technically valentines day but the same idea.... aha)

College!Mingyu – Ghosting and Balloons

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable [College!Mingyu Masterlist]

He hasn't replied to her texts.

He always replied to her texts. Even if he was busy — reacting with a heart or the !! feature Apple had so kindly coded into their imessage.

What could he possibly be so preoccupied with that he can't even bother leaving her on read – her message staying on delivered.

She knew he wasn't at practice.

It was Saturday... at 8pm.

There was no reason for him to be ignoring her either. Even when she was on something, pushing his buttons, he never ignored her.

That wasn't the case this time. They were having a proper conversation right before he had gone MIA. Her last text to him was asking if he wanted to grab brunch with her the following day.

Which was sent nearly 2 hours ago...

Chewing at the loose skin on her bottom lip, Y/n closed out the messaging app; tossing her phone away from her with a groan.

This was exactly the reason why she loathed the idea of having feelings for someone.

She hated how much it consumed her; over analyzing every single word and action that was being said back and forth.

It had only been about three weeks since that God forsaken night. And though she said it herself that their confession's didn't change anything, it did.

Within hours she felt the sudden shift between them. She was welcoming of all his hesitant touches, allowing him to pull her closer against his body whenever they stood, not bothering to bat an eye whenever he played with her fingers — pinching the tips as he babbled on about his day.

More importantly, the shift in the way they talked to one another.

The banter still remained, not letting a single minute pass without teasing him about his spelling errors or his lame jokes he would send over.

But she also have taken notice how much softer his voice has become whenever it was just the two of them. The first time she heard that tone, her knees nearly gave out from under her — grabbing his upper arm to stabilize herself.

Just as her brain was about to conjure the worst case scenarios possible – ones that included Mingyu ignoring her for someone else.

Some other girl.

The familiar assigned ringtone began to blare loudly from her phone.

"Yes?" She answered with a sigh.

"Come out." She couldn't see him but she could tell he was smiling – brightly. He always did seem to be smiling a little to wide whenever he was on the phone with her.

"No."

"Wha– Y/n please."

"No."

"Is it because–"

"Yes." Y/n replied shortly.

She did say she had standards, and though he ticked off many of her boxes; she was sure she wasn't going to let anything slide.

Even if it was petty. It wasn't like she wasn't going to give in anyways. She just wanted to give him a hard time.

Like she always has done.

"Y/n," Mingyu's voice softened. She could tell his smile had faded. "I'm sorry, but if you come outside you'll understand why I wasn't able to answer my phone. So please just humor me this one time?"

Damn him and that stupid voice.

"Fine." Y/n grumbled, hopping off of her bed – bounding for their dorm building's exit.

She didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not Mingyu leaning against his car... holding a bouquet of tulip balloons.

This still didn't explain why he had left her on delivered for nearly three hours.

"You've got pollen allergy and I uh– wanted to ask you something." He answered her silent question.

Her frown remained as she stood a few feet from him, debating whether she would give in to his kind gesture or continue with her stubborn act.

"Would you be my Valentine?" Mingyu held out both his arms, a small pout on his face – he was hoping that maybe it would make up for going awol the past few hours.

And god was he right.

"Valentine's day is next week." She bit back the smile as she took the balloons from his hand.

"Tiktok said I should ask before the fourteenth and I– the stupid flower legos were sold out and so I thought maybe this would be better but then it was so hard to make because they kept popping and I–"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his quick rambling, watching him shift his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. She could clearly see how he was regretful of his actions – and considering how well the bouquet was put together, there was no doubt he had gotten too preoccupied with trying to make sure that it came out perfect.

"Yes."

"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. "I'd love to go get brunch with you, by the way. On one condition."

"You have conditions now?"

Mingyu nodded. "Dinner? On me?"

"Gross." She stuck her tongue out.

"You're gross!" He gasped, instantly catching on to her joke. "Unles– Ow okay ow!"

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"This girl I'm talking to have mentioned it once or twice."

"That girl also said she's close to ghosting you."

Mingyu shook his head. "No, I just spoke to her and she said she's actually head over heels for me."

"Is she a gymnast?" Y/n replied without missing a beat, earning yet another pout from the boy.

"I don't like this game."

"Let's go, lover boy." She snorted, getting on her tip toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting herself into the passenger seat. "I want sushi."

Mingyu stood dumbfounded in his spot, feeling the heat of her lips linger on his skin – reaching up to touch where she had made contact with him.

Maybe he needed to make flower balloon bouquets more often

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May or may not have been inspired by this pic.....

#WE ARE SO BACK BABES #dont we just love a stubborn oc.... aha ._. #spamquests #college!mingyu au #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

[tunatoge]

like the branch of a tree – s. geto x reader

contents: canon divergence (suguru lives and is a teacher at jj tech), fluff, ooc, reader is also a teacher at jj tech, not mentioned but insinuated satosugu, insinuated nsfw, brief mentions of third years and possible manga spoilers, title is based off of 'would that i' by hozier, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: this is my first time posting on tumblr, i'm nervous LMAO sorry for any grammatical errors

shoko is quiet as she sits next to you at a slight angle, her knees bumping into yours as the two of you look at her phone together. the two of you look at the silly selfie satoru had sent her and you frown a little. the picture he’d sent depicted him sitting on a bench in a weirdly rundown part of town, megumi pouting next to him. in the background there’s a copper haired girl peering outside of an old, beat down building with yuuji next to her. you know there’s a curse somewhere on the scene from satoru’s crudely drawn red circle in the air, an equally poorly drawn angry face in the center of it. 

you’re a little envious that satoru gets to hang out with his students. if kinji hakari hadn’t been suspended you’d be with both him and kirara. of course you didn’t have to supervise their missions anymore but you did admittedly miss your students. you were the only teacher on campus that wasn’t teaching–which was debatable seeing as suguru and satoru weren’t really teaching anything either. still, helping your students through some of the basic required educational courses would have been significantly better than the stacks of paperwork on your desk. 

shoko knocks her knee into yours, drawing your attention to her tired (but very pretty) face. she nods her head towards the door of the morgue and you instantly brighten at suguru’s appearance. his hair is completely down and his uniform jacket is draped over his arm. 

“morning,” he greets as he moves to sit next to you and shoko. “‘m guessing you two saw satoru’s selfie.” he nods towards shoko’s still unlocked phone as she hums in agreement and pockets her phone. 

“your hair’s down,” you say in response instead, not having heard his previous statement. 

suguru cocks his head to the side in confusion at your words before letting out a soft ‘ah’ as he laughs bashfully in a somewhat boyish way. “i woke up late,” he admits, “i slept through my alarm and got to the school a little after the morning class.” he smiles somewhat awkwardly (pointedly ignoring shoko’s knowing look, her raised brow seemingly yelling, “i know what you and satoru were doing last night!”) before offering his wrist, “i was gonna put it up when I got here.” his smile turns from awkward to somewhat confident when he finds you blinking up at him, captivated by his long hair.

you look towards his still outstretched hand and eye the black hair tie before shyly looking back up at suguru. when your eyes meet, an unreadable look crosses through his eyes as he swallows. he looks towards shoko behind you as she smoothly pulls her phone out again, an unlit cigarette in between her lips.

“may i?” you ask, drawing his attention back towards you as you gesture towards his hair and he almost immediately agrees. when he offers you his hair tie again you softly shake your head and pull a bright blue one off of your wrist. he pretends to be blind to the tiny little bow on it as he shifts so his back is towards you. 

as you’re doing suguru’s hair, shoko texts satoru an image of you with the tip of your tongue out and your hands threaded through suguru’s long hair. she gets a jealous angry frowny face in response. 

that’s MY hair tie!! >:(

notes: satoru is the first years' teacher, suguru is the second years', and you're the third years'. satoru made you play with his hair after he got back on campus. he said it was only fair because you'd given suguru the hair tie he'd given you. maki made a face when she saw suguru's hair later in the day. she asked if the twins had done it for him.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #gojo x reader x geto #jjk x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #vians.scribbs

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

  Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: None (Yet) in chapters to come there will be smut (and lots of it) and possible violence/blood/gore

 Chapter Word Count: 1762

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A/N: My first Supernatural fic so I hope it doesn’t suck ass. Only proof read by myself, so pls let me know of any errors so I can correct! Also I know at this point in the series Dean is more serious, however I love pre-Hell Dean so imma bring some of those vibes in here. This is also posted on my AO3.

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I'm Not Your F*cking Maid

Please read Prologue before starting.

Chapter 1

I sat in the window booth at the typical sleepy diner, tapping my fingers on the sticky wooden table and checking the time on my phone every minute. She was late. She was never late. And now I’m getting worried. I’m sure she’s fine, I had convinced myself as I reached for my backpack and pulled out an old tome on burial rights over various different cultures. I might as well read to distract myself whilst I wait for her to arrive. I try to relax into the monotone ambience of the room, and just as I get settled into the scrawling text on the ancient pages, a growling engine pulling up outside draws my gaze away from the long paragraph on ‘Cremation’. I return my attention back to the book after a second as the engine ticks over outside for a few more beats before being turned off. The waitress returns to my table to collect the empty beer bottle I’d drained when I first arrived; she smiled and asked if she could get me anything.

“Just another one of those please,” I smiled back, hearing the bell ring as the front door opened and my gaze jumped from the waitress to Charlie as she came skipping towards where I was sitting, sliding into the booth opposite me.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I’m late, I had an errand to run and it took waaaayyy longer than expected.”

“It’s ok, I was starting to get a little worried so I’m just glad you’re alright….” I felt my voice trail off as I felt the booth cushion dip as someone sat next to me. I whipped my head around and came nose-to-nose with a man I’d never met before; with the most enticing green eyes I’d ever gazed into and annoyingly kissable lips pulling into a devilish smirk. Just as those lips parted to speak, I blurted out without thinking:

“Who the fuck are you?”

He blinked in slight shock, and paused like he was rethinking what he was going to say. He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted a second time.

“Dean, don’t sit so close,” another man, who I didn’t even realise was there, had sat down next to Charlie. He was taller, with impressive hair and softer features than this Dean guy, who was practically sitting in my lap and eyeing me up and down. Dean gave this other man a look as if to say ‘shut up’, before turning to me once more, devilish grin back in place. He opened his mouth to speak a third time right as the waitress returned with my beer.

“Here you are,” she said sweetly, not knowing she was interrupting as Dean threw his hands up in defeat at not being able to get a word in, slumping back in the chair. The waitress put the bottle down in front of me.

“Can I get anything for your friends?” She looked around the table and before either of the men could answer, Charlie jumped in;

“Three very strong coffees please.”

Dean huffed, “Oh so I can’t even order a beer?”

“You two boys have been living on pizza and beer for God knows how long. At least drink something that contains some water,” Charlie quipped, looking at them both like they were naughty children. She sighed when she realised they looked slightly ashamed of themselves. “Anyway, (Y/n), this is Sam and Dean. I know you’ve been looking for work and these two might be able to help. They’re good friends of mine and they’re-“

“Hunters,” I interrupted, feeling my blood start to run cold, “yeah I know who they are. Winchesters,” the name felt bitter on my tongue, like poison.

They must have noticed the change of tone in my voice because the table went quiet, even the mischievous glint seemed to have gone from Deans gaze as he looked at me with intrigue. Annoyed at myself for not realising who they were sooner, I grabbed my backpack and unzipped it, packing away my book. I stood up and glared down at Dean, about to bark at him to move when Charlie grabbed my wrist.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong? What are you doing? Please don’t go, we…they could really use your help right now.”

“And why should I? They’re the reason I’m struggling in the first place,” I paused, staring down at the two men who now had dark, ashamed expressions cloaking their features, almost like this wasn’t the first time they’d heard this side of the story where they weren’t always the hero’s. “They’re the reason my family is dead, and I’m all alone.” More silence hung over the booth like a dark cloud. It was Sam who spoke up after a minute or so, genuine sorrow in his eyes.

“(Y/n) I’m so, so sorry. Who-”

“Bobby Singer.”

The Winchester brothers shot each other a stunned look.

“B-Bobby?” Sam stuttered whilst Deans eyes widened. He looked like he’d taken a blow to the chest and had the air knocked from his lungs, “We didn’t know he had any living relatives…”

“He was my uncle,” Deans jaw clenched, “And you guys didn’t know because he knew I’d end up being used against him. I collected books for him to help you guys on all your bullshit missions, so haven’t I already helped you enough? Don’t you owe me some peace?” I threw my bag on the floor and picked up my beer, taking several gulps before slamming it back onto the table before continuing, the words just spilling out. “He was my only living relative for as long as I can remember. So fuck you guys for taking him away from me.”

“We loved Bobby,” Dean spoke suddenly in a grave tone and his gaze went dark as he stood up to face me. His tall form with strong, broad shoulders loomed over my much smaller stature, one of his fingers jabbing into my chest.

“Dean-” Sam started but was silenced by a wave of Deans other hand.

“You can get down off your high fucking horse if you think that you’re the only family that he had. You weren’t. He raised us more than our own father did, and I’ll be damned if I don’t think about him every day and wish he was here. You’re not the only one grieving him so stop acting like a precious little bitch and grow up,” Deans voice grew louder and more pissed as he spoke, and with every word he spoke he got closer and closer until he was right in my face, our noses almost touching. My heart rate was starting to pick up and I could feel the anger start to boil in my veins. Without missing a beat I threw my fist out and punched him in the face, making him stumble out of the booth and into the aisle in the diner. I heard gasps around me but didn’t look up. When the anger in my veins didn’t fade with the single punch, I didn’t give him a chance to gain his composure as I tackled him, making him fall on his back as I straddled him, my knees gripping his hips as I began punching him again and again right in that stupid face of his. Charlie and Sam seemed to sit there in disbelief for a few seconds before springing into action and lifting me off the older Winchester brother. Sam held me back gently but firmly as Charlie helped Dean to his feet, handing him a napkin from the table for the blood pouring from his nose and lip.

“You crazy bitch!” Dean spat.

“Fuck you!” I tried to break free so I could slap him but Sam held me tight.

The whole diner had gone silent as they watched me lose my shit, some amused but most were horrified. It took a few more moments of silence before they all went back to what they were doing and Sam let go of me, watching me like I was a time bomb. I heard Charlie giggle quietly.

“Holy crap (Y/n) I had no idea you had that in you. I’m actually a little impressed, you were always so quiet.”

“What can I say,” I turned to glare at Dean “I learnt from the best,” as I turned away I heard him mutter under his breath.

“Yeah you aren’t the only one.”

For a second time I saw red, and before Sam could grab me I spun on my heel and threw my fist out. CRACK.

*

The car doors slammed closed next to me after I was crammed into the back of Deans car. It wouldn’t have been that bad - the seats were oh so plush - if it wasn’t for the handcuffs tight round my wrists and duct tape across my lips. Oh, and that my thigh was rubbing up against the man that I had just assaulted. Dean was in the same situation with the handcuffs and the tape, his long legs having to spread wide so he can fit in the back of his own car. I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face as I watched Sam and Charlie apologising to the diner staff through the front window. I was trying to find any sort of distraction right now, as Deans body temperature was hot and I could feel it through both his jeans and mine as he pressed into me. He was starting to make me sweat a little. Luckily it wasn’t long before Charlie and Sam hopped into the car, Sam in the drivers seat. They both turned to face us, smiles of bewilderment on their faces as if they were still processing what had just happened. Sam spoke first.

“(Y/n) is now officially barred from that diner, and honestly they wanted to call the cops. Charlie managed to save your ass as she still had her FBI badge on her,” he shot her a look and she grinned.

“So because now, you technically owe me a debt of gratitude, you will be staying in the bunker with the boys and helping them with their research.” She chimed, like she had won a game. In the end they got what they wanted.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. Of course. I heard Dean huff next to me, and he sounded just as displeased as I did. To be honest at this point, that’s fair.

Although he had it coming.

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Up Next

Chapter 2

#dean x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean x you #dean x y/n #dean x female!reader

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 [𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Wriothesley x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just b-day fluff~

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

I am, as always, very punctual, so I almost made it to the birthday of this hot cryo man (o´ω`o) I'm sorry if there are typos in his name and correct me, please, because I'm posting this at five in the morning and I feel like I'm going to fall asleep at the computer, but I couldn't put it off until the morning anymore XD

You glance nervously at your watch. Another tedious working day at the Palais of Mermonia is about to end, and you are looking forward to visiting your friend. Of course, you didn't need some special day to see Wriothesley, and you didn't need an excuse to just burst into his office and share another cup of tea with him, which, by the way, you did quite often, but today… Today you just have to get him to the surface.

Although you knew perfectly well that your feelings towards the duke would probably never be reciprocated, and you knew that this man was "married to his job," the desire to see him as often as possible still never left you. You rejoiced at the fleeting moments when you could see his sincere, but slightly tired smile, rejoiced at the sound of your name flying off his tongue, rejoiced at every modest gift that Wriothesley handed you after each visit to the Fortress (often, of course, it was cosmetics that Sigewinne left for you when she couldn't give it away personally, but sometimes it was also gifts from the duke himself, who carefully supplied you with tea that you might like during your meeting), but gradually became more and more greedy, wanting to get more.

It's so selfish to think that one day Wriothesley will leave the Fortress and finally break out to Fontaine to see you more often, however, what's wrong with just dreaming about it sometimes?

When the hands of the clock finally move to the cherished eight o'clock in the evening, you happily jump up from your chair, no longer feeling the same fatigue. This happens every time you plan to visit Wriothesley, but today you feel a special surge of strength that you want to direct to ensure that this day goes perfectly. Everything has been planned in your head for a long time, down to the smallest details, although you know that it has rarely happened that your grandiose plans have been fully realized, but you are ready to make every effort to ensure that today goes exactly as you imagined it before going to bed for several weeks in a row.

You cheerfully run out of the Palais, briefly saying goodbye to the melusines who are vigorously waving after you, and go straight to the Fortress, anticipating to see the soft smile of Wriothesley, to whom you will fall in without warning.

A few nods of greeting to the guards at the entrance to Meropid, and here you are already going down in the elevator, nervously fiddling with the strap of your bag slung over your shoulder. This path leading you deep under the water seems especially long today, and you excitedly shift from foot to foot before the doors finally open in front of you, giving you a view of the floor on which the entrance to your friend's office is located.

For some reason, all your resolve melts more and more as you approach his door. Of course, your plans will hardly please the Duke, but isn't it already too late to worry about it?

You slip through the heavy doors, taking a deep breath before finally climbing up the stairs. Your curious gaze immediately catches the slightly disheveled smolny strands of hair and the gaze of a man sitting in his usual place concentrated on the papers on the table. Risley seems to be so immersed in his work that he doesn't even immediately notice that someone has snuck into his office without warning until your figure appears in his field of vision, forcing the man to look up at you with a tired look.

— You're uninvited, as always, — the duke jokes, smiling gently and turning his attention back to the pile of documents stacked on the right side of his hand sliding over the paper.

— And you, as always, are not ready to break away from work even when a friend comes to visit you!

— Y/N, you should have already remembered that you can feel like at home here. I still have to finish… — the man's words are cut off when you audaciously interrupt him, banging your palms on his weighty wooden table.

— Wrio, today we are going out for a walk on the Fontain, and I don't accept a refusal! — your eyes are full of determination when Wriothesley looks up, meeting your gaze.

The duke sighs resignedly, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, as if thinking about something before finally answering.

— As you can see, I have a lot of work to do.

— Come on. You're idle most of the time. I hardly believe that during your long rest you don't have any urgent business, — you raise an eyebrow disapprovingly, taking the same defensive pose as Wriothesley.

— I told you that I don't like to rise to the surface unless absolutely necessary. It costs me a lot of effort to dodge the interview of that journalist from the "Steam Bird", you know. If she sees us…

— She won't see it! And if she does, I'll deal with it, I promise.

Another dissatisfied sigh, and Wriothesley still gives up, reluctantly getting up from his chair.

— Well, you said it yourself, so I'll leave the role of my personal bodyguard to you for today, — the duke chuckles softly before slowly walking towards the stairs.

It's amazing how easy it was to get him to sign up for your adventure, but you're still elated, almost skipping along after Wriothesley.

— Ah, ah! How upset will all your fans be when they find out that your fists and those threatening gloves have lost to the fragile girl you entrusted to protect yourself!

Wriothesley's velvety laugh and your quiet giggle bounce off the metal walls as the two of you go downstairs, casually exchanging jokes before finally the heavy door slams shut behind you.

✧ ✧ ✧

— So… And where do you want to go? — Wriothesley asks, finally coming to the surface of Fontaine. A soft breeze blows the short strands of his hair and the jacket draped over his broad shoulders.

— Mmm … — you smile mysteriously, proudly raising your head. — I have everything planned!

— I'm already scared.

And so your little adventure began.

The first point was the cozy cafe "Lutes", where you had a snack with crepes before going for a leisurely walk through the streets of Fontaine. Wriothesley was confident and unyielding, even when every second resident of Fontaine considered it his duty to cast an alarmed and amazed look after you both. The duke, so casually strolling around the city, really excited the Fontaine people even more than any appearance of judge Neuvillette among the common people, but it didn't seem to bother you particularly, judging by the fact that you were still as relaxed as usual with your friend about everything and nothing at the same time.

Wriothesley looks at the streets and people around with interest, which he usually never had enough time for even when he had to go up to the Fontain. You catch every look of a man, not missing the opportunity to once again examine his features and every scar adorning his face and neck when he turns away to hold his blue eyes on something that attracted his attention. He looks so relaxed, even though he doesn't show that he likes it, and you can't help but feel elated at the realization that, although you had to get him to sign up for your idea, Wriothesley doesn't seem to mind at all just walking with you like this.

After a small snack at Louis's diner, you both visited the fountain, admiring the bright lights of lanterns lit up all over the Fontain when the bright moon rose over the region. The time flew by as quickly as it always did when you managed to share it with the duke. It's so unfair. This evening is really special, and how would you like it to never end, and you just feel the presence of a loved one next to you for at least a few more hours before you are left alone again.

But this is impossible, and the realization that you will soon have to part one way or another settles with bitter sadness in your chest.

— Hey, Wrio… — you suddenly stop when you both gradually complete a circle through the streets of Fontaine, inevitably approaching back to the entrance to the Fortress. The man hears your quiet voice behind his back and also stops, turning around to look at your gloomy figure. Wriothesley wanted to ask what suddenly managed to break your fighting spirit, with which you accompanied him all your walk, but you suddenly smile again, looking up at him. — I want to… go somewhere else.

✧ ✧ ✧

Waves smoothly flow to the shores of the outskirts of Fontaine, caressing the soft sand. The light sound of the water is so soothing, and you take a deep breath before plopping down on the grass under a tree standing alone near the walls of the city. Your gaze immediately clings to the majestic Moon reflected in the crystal clear water when a cool breeze touches the skin of your face. Such quiet, peaceful evenings are usually meant for lonely thoughts or romantic dates, but you are here today for none of these reasons. You hear quiet footsteps and a short sigh from the man behind, who reluctantly sits down next to you, resting his palms on the soft grass and fixing his gaze at the sky.

— It's been a while since I've seen the moon, — Wriothesley breathes in fresh air, closing his eyes for a moment, and you finally turn around, looking at the peaceful expression on his face.

The gaze unconsciously slides down his tense forearm muscles under his black shirt, his chest heaving in time with the measured breathing and his legs stretched out on the grass.

"And I haven't seen you like this for a long time…" — you would like to say out loud, but you swallow your sentimental desire, and straighten up, shifting your bag onto your lap.

— Wrio… — you mumble softly, and the man mumbles back to you, still without opening his eyes and continuing to enjoy the quiet murmur of water and the distant sounds of the Fontain getting ready for bed.

The man feels your hand touching his shoulder, and opens his eyes slightly, noticing how you look at him, awkwardly pursing your lips. Your cheeks are lightly powdered with blush, and the fingers of your other hand are nervously fiddling with the lock of the bag, and Wriothesley also straightens up, paying all his attention only to you.

— In general… here, — you hesitate, but then you hurriedly take out a small box from your bag and hand it to him.

For a moment, the duke's eyes widen while he just looks at the small gift intended for him, lying in your palm, but then he accepts it, without hesitation opening the lid. A silver tie clip, decorated with a small ruby, shimmering in the moonlight, lies neatly on a miniature gray pillow when Wriothesley carefully takes your gift out of the box.

— I'll understand if you don't wear it, but… happy birthday, Wrio, — you look away, blushing even more, while the man just looks at the little thing without saying a word.

You're ready to sink through the ground on this very spot. His silence doesn't mean that he didn't like your gift, does it? Oh, you really could have given him something more useful, but in the end you presented him with what should be on his tie, comforting your selfish desire that your gift be with him every day, glimmering somewhere in the depths of your soul.

You're almost ready to just hurriedly say goodbye and run away to your home to bury your face in the pillow and replay this awkward moment in your head an infinite number of times to drive yourself into even more despondency, but you hear a quiet click and turn back to Wriothesley, noticing that his tie is already decorated with silver jewelry, which he is looking at with a slight thoughtfulness in his gaze before looking at you.

— Mm, I think it's not bad, what do you think?

Your lips open, and the words get stuck somewhere in your throat when you just look at Wriothesley in a discouraged way.

The man grins, amused by your reaction, and lets go of his tie before leaning towards you.

If before it seemed to you that time was so inevitably slipping through your fingers like sand, now for the first time you felt it stop at the moment when you felt the touch of Wriothesley's warm soft lips on your flushed cheek. The scent of his perfume has cut into your nostrils, and you are ready to swear that you will never be able to forget him again, as well as this short kiss, which will now always burn the skin of your face whenever the image of Wriothesley will pop up in your mind.

Your face now seems more like a frightened otter, just frozen in shock when Wriothesley pulls away, barely restraining himself from laughing at your funny reaction.

— Thank you, Y/N.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #headcanons #genshin x you #genshin drabbles

[kefj315]

Gojo Satoru x GN!reader.

—Angst and fluff—

One of my first time writing that sort of stuff and writing in general. Hope it’s good and you like it. There may be some grammar errors since English isn’t my first language.

If someone told you you would ever see Satoru again, you would have said it was a bad joke. But here you are, right in front of him as his grip on your wrist is tight. The expression on his face hardly recognisable. Maybe he felt too much for it to properly express with something as simple as his looks. But his eyes, his eyes were truly like glasses to his soul and core. You felt like you were drowning in his feelings rather than your own. His lips moved, in a whisper, calling your name as if to make sure it was really you.

Though, he didn’t say anything else, you both just stayed there, in the middle of the street, staring at each other.

Some years ago you both would have been together in that same street to hang out. And now that you think of it, you missed it. It was a simple statement, one you always have been aware of, but it just felt way more real right now.

If only things didn’t went so wrong. After Suguru Geto —your old friend— departure you felt burned out. And that same day you decided to quit being a jujutsu sorcerer. Satoru lost both of his best-friends because you wouldn’t reply to any of his texts or calls, and each time he tried to visit he was met with the coldness of your front door.

"Why did you left me?" He asked with a cold tone, one you weren’t used to. During the, small yet intense time you spent admiring his eyes he managed to regain his composure. The question stuck with you, why didn’t you answered him? Why didn’t you showed any sign of life?

"And don’t you dare say some shitty excuses." He continued, clearly pissed. You couldn’t blame him, you would have slapped yourself at that instant if you could.

"I- I don’t know…I’m sorry." You couldn’t help but look down, his glare could rip your soul if he wanted to, if you even dared to look.

"You don’t know? You’re sorry? That’s not enough." He snorted as he stared down at you.

"I needed time and space.." You mumbled under your breath. This wasn’t how you thought you would spend your Saturday afternoon.

"Was eleven years enough time?" He replied, his tone still as cold as his words made your heart ache. After the first few months going no contacts you didn’t knew how to go back to talking to them, so you didn’t do anything. You were too scared and now you’re fighting your nightmares right now who is unironically also your first love.

When you finally look at him in the eyes again you notice how saddened he looks. The way his eyes glistened in the shadow of the clouds above your heads as he bit his bottom lip to keep a sob away. The tight grip on your wrist, almost making you believe he was holding you from running away from your problems again.

You missed him, not just the time you were hanging out, but him. You missed his annoying teasing, his constant smugness and his presence as a whole. This feeling washed all of the fear you constantly had away. "I missed you." You mumbles as you feel tears seeping down your eyes.

It must have taken him by surprise as his eyes widened, but he quickly recovered from it and pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapping around your neck and his face burying in your hair.

It was your first hug with him, it made your heart quicken. The sense of long lost feelings towards Satoru resurfacing. Those same feelings that made you doubt yourself all those years ago.

You were tense at first, slowly relaxing before your own arms wrapped around him. Returning his gesture.

"I missed you too…so much." He whispered as he still tried to keep his emotions in check. He never was the type to cry in front of others, which annoyed you because you knew it wasn’t good for him.

As the embrace goes on you wondered what’s going to happen now. Will things just go back to "normal"? It can’t possibly be that easy, right?

"Come home with me…" He mumbled in your hair. To which you answered by a nod. You think that between you two, he probably missed you more than you thought he did. To be honest with yourself, you thought he didn’t missed you at all.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈Later┈┈┈┈┈┈

To say that the tension was palpable was an understatement. You sat on his couch as he gave you a glass of water. You took it into your hands and sipped on it.

He sat across from you. He kept analysing each of your features, as if he was comparing them to his memories of you.

"So…you still didn’t told me why you left without any life sign." He started as you posed the glass of water on the coffee table trapped in between the both of you.

"Not like it matters. I’m happy I have you back in my life now." He continued, a small spreading on his lips. God, you felt like you were being seduced just by him smiling faintly at you. Your heart beating faster as you smiled back.

You looked away for a second. Your words escaping your mouth for a second. "I had a crush on you in high school…" You’re voice was almost a whisper. "…No, not a crush. In love."

You turn your head back at him, glancing at his reaction. Dumbfounded, that’s the only word that could define it. "You were? In love with me?" He asks as he points at himself as a huge dumb grin made its ways to his face. You nod.

You know Satoru was helplessly in love with Suguru before, so you had no chance back then. But maybe this time…

#gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #satoru gojo male reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x gender neutral reader #fluff #jjk fluff #angst with a happy ending #a bit of angst #not that much #i love him #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk gojo

[gvfmarge]

My second ever fic!

I wrote this a 2am last night after some… thoughts. I don’t know how to continue it or wrap it up, I’ve never been good at endings. So here it is, I wish I knew how to make it spicier. I also have not edited this whatsoever, so please excuse any mistakes or errors.

Anyways! Hope you enjoy!

•Jake Kiszka x Reader

•18+ MDNI

•Toy play, dirty talk, ummm just filth.

Fed Up

Jake was supposed to have today off, they were supposed to have a free day and it was supposed to be your day with him. But, as it always seems to happen, he had to meet with their manager for a quick follow up that morning on something with the label; you weren’t quite sure what was going on but Jake was mad when he woke up to the phone call at 7:30. He promised he would make it quick and be home as soon as possible, between kisses and tight squeezes he promised to be home by 11am.

Sitting on your couch watching trash TV, your phone lights up with a text from him. You notice it’s already 11:15am.

Jake: We’re so close to finishing up! I’m so sorry love, I’ll be home in just a bit.

You huffed and turned your attention back towards the TV. You couldn’t pay attention to the annoying valley girl laughs or the drunken slurs that poured out of the speakers. You were fed up. The day that you had been looking forward to for weeks was halfway through and you hadn’t got to spend any of it with Jake.

Sinking down into the plush pillows your mind was wandering. You had created this beautiful day full of love between the two of you and had hoped it would end with you two wrapped around each other in bed. You started imagining the last night you were in bed together and the events that took place and your cheeks started to warm. You tried to ignore the thoughts of his hands gliding over your thighs or the sounds of his panting over top of you that night. You tried to ignore the way he looked in pure bliss with you. You knew, you hoped, you could spend tonight the same way. Your thighs twisted together and clinched to keep the deep feeling of lust away, but it was no use. You picked up the remote and turned off the TV. You aggressively picked up your phone and opened his text thread again, hoping that he maybe had texted again that he was on his way; but there was no new texts from him.

You: Okay! Let me know when you’re on your way. Love you! 😘

You watched the blue bubble swoop onto the screen and hoped that he would read it and respond immediately. But when the read receipt didn’t come after a minute or two, you gave up. You trudged your way up the wooden stairs, your feet hitting heavy after feeling defeated.

You thought maybe a nap would pass the time and would wake up to Jake waking you up and you could officially start your day with him. You fell back into the bed and stared at the ceiling fan spinning around and around. A few moments later, you rolled over to your nightstand and opened the drawer. Grabbing your vibrator, you thought it might help your nap come easier.

Rolling your eyes you quickly kicked your shorts off into the floor. You double checked your phone for the last time, making sure he hadn’t texted to let you know he was on his way. He hadn’t.

You clicked the vibrator on and slowly ran it over your stomach, around your belly button and across your hip bones. Just imagining and pretending it was Jake’s tongue licking stripes across your skin. Goosebumps rose across your legs at the feeling. You let out a deep sigh and continued down your torso, making your way with the vibrating wand down the insides of your thighs. Careful not to hit that perfect spot yet, you ran it across your mound and down the crease of your thighs. Finally giving in, you moved it into the sweet spot and let out a muffled moan. You imagined what Jake would say as he was watching you pleasure yourself with your favorite toy. “Good girl, you’re doing so well baby, you look like an angel spread out for me.” His voice echoed in your head as your breathing picked up. You were so close, your stomach was tightening and you felt your legs begin to tremble.

That’s when you heard it. The squeaky floor board at the door of your bedroom gave him away. Your eyes shot open and you sat straight up in embarrassment. You threw your vibrator in a stupid attempt to act like you weren’t just pleasuring yourself. Your eyes met his as he walked into the room, his walk pouring confidence. His eyes dark and lips turned up into a smirk. He reached you beside the bed and ran his hand down your cheek with a soft chuckle.

“Jake, I- I didn’t hear your text come through” you stuttered out. “I didn’t know you were home already.”

“Well I wanted to surprise you but I see I’m the one who got the surprise.” He grinned.

“I just couldn’t wait, I was going to try to nap but it just happened.” You sat up hastily and tried to pull your shirt down far enough to cover yourself, finding yourself embarrassed and feeling too exposed. His hand grabbed yours to stop you from covering yourself. Pushing your hand away, he lifted your shirt over your shoulders and threw it into the pile of clothes on the floor. “Keep going.” He quietly commanded.

“What?” You were shocked. You two had gotten up to some pretty wild times, but this was never one. This was new territory and pleasuring yourself in front of him, for him seemed to be too daunting.

“I want to watch you, I want to see you do what you do when I’m not home.” He sauntered to the end of the bed and pulled off his half buttoned linen shirt. Sitting down on the edge, he held out his hand in your direction, motioning for you to continue.

You cleared your throat and closed your slack jaw, grabbing your vibrator again and trying to reposition yourself to feel more comfortable again. You looked at him and his eyes felt hot on your skin. You could feel his eyes burning into you, ready to watch what unfolded in front of him.

He could sense your hesitation. It was heavy in the room. He rose onto the bed, crawling towards you on his knees. You had never felt like prey to him, you had never felt so vulnerable with him. Jake ran his fingers down your shin in an attempt to soothe your nerves. “It’s just me baby, it’s just me. I just want to see my girl.” He whispered, his demeanor changing in an instant to help bring you back out of the hole you were falling into.

You swallowed and grinned, finally feeling the confidence slipping back into you. Pressing the on button, you slowly ran the toy over your skin like you had done earlier. Teasing yourself again, you slowly made your way back to your throbbing clit. The instant the toy touched your sensitive spot, your head rolled to the side and your eyes squeezed tight. Knowing he was watching, was even more exhilarating. It felt like you hadn’t been touched in years. “There you go baby, just like that” Jake mumbled out, kissing the side of your knee.

Your moans grew louder and louder and Jake could feel your legs begin to shake. “Take it off.” He whispered. It brought you out of the blackness and your eyes popped open along with your mouth dropped wide. “I said take. it. off.” He demanded again, this time with more dominance in his voice.

You removed the toy and instantly felt the build up in your stomach disappear. “Jakkkeeee” you whined throwing your head back. He huffed a laugh and stood up, unbuckling his belt and letting his jeans slide down his legs and stepped out of them. He climbed back onto the bed, again sitting beside your legs and leaned his head against your knee. “You may continue.” He grinned, feeling so proud of himself for getting you into this predicament.

You pouted your lips at him and slowly placed your toy back onto your clit. You instantly jolted from the sensitivity. You had never felt this before, he had never edged you from orgasm before. He had never taken away the one thing he seemed to always want to give you.

Your mouth opened slowly, allowing the growing moans to escape. Your chest was heaving as that pressure began to build again, more intense than before. Your head shot up as your stomach tensed and you knew you were about to see the stars.

“Off.” He demanded once again. Tears filled your eyes and you felt like you were going to actually die from the loss of sensation. “What are you doing??” You almost yelled at him sitting up straight in a panic.

“Just trust me.” He replied, kissing your legs again and running one hand across your stomach, the other palming himself, just trying to relieve pressure for himself. “Okay, last time baby.”

You returned the toy to your clit, hoping he would let you finally finish. Finally end this game.

You were instantly floating in space. Stars flying by your body. Your hearing disappeared and you weren’t sure if sounds were coming out of your mouth. You saw black. Your body convulsed and you came, harder and harder, it seemed to never ease up. Just as you felt that maybe you were floating back down to the ground, you started to remove the toy from your body. “No, leave it there.”

You couldn’t even think, there were no thoughts coming into your head. Just screams. Just ecstasy. Pure bliss. The stars began fading and all you could seem to do was reach for anything your free hand could reach, you grabbed onto his shoulder for leverage; you felt like your whole body might turn into mush. You couldn’t make any sound now, your entire energy was being expelled through your orgasm.

“Yes baby, god I can’t even believe how perfect you are, look at your beautiful pussy fluttering, I can’t wait to feel you on my fucking dick, oh my god” His string of thoughts spilling out into the air as you felt like you had died and gone to Heaven.

“Okay baby, okay” he whispered as he moved your hand away. Your body couldn’t lay still, you had no control over your movements and you were convulsing as you curled over into your side. You felt him slide behind you, kissing every inch of your neck down onto your shoulder. He ran his hands through your hair to try and ground you again.

You were finally able to take a few deep breaths and even out your breathing. The feeling in your body slowly returned and you could finally open your eyes. You slowly rolled onto your back to see the smirk on his lips.

#jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka #Jake kiszka smut #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #gvf #greta van smut

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei - Side Story 1

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

"Even without a guide, the stars continue to rotate"

Man with purple eyes: "What are you doing here?"

Mitsuki: "U-Um, I..."

She suddenly appeared in this distorted fate and in that despair-filled garden.

As I prepared for my lecture at the university office, I recalled the incident that took place yesterday.

(I never expected “that girl” to appear before me.)

That girl, who came from the East, suddenly found herself in a mansion where historical figures who had become vampires lived.

The master of that mansion, a pureblood, revived the men and gave them a second life.

But that girl, upon observation, seemed nothing more than just an ordinary human.

(Did she use the door to come here, or did she simply wander in?)

(In any case, inexplicable things started happening after she appeared.)

(The future, which I saw once using the door, has changed.)

The future had changed after those influential figures revived, and fate started changing even more since that girl appeared.

(Who on earth is that girl?)

At that moment, the voice of a man living with me crossed my mind.

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: “But if you really met her by chance, then maybe that means something.”

Drake: “She might be that woman of destiny, after all.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Is it some sort of guidance?)

(But whether there’s causality remains unclear. I need to keep an eye on her.)

I was still lost in thought when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Galileo: “Come in.”

I turned around, thinking that it was most likely a student who had come to ask a question about the lecture.

Mitsuki: “Excuse me. I’m here to deliver something to Professor Maury.”

(----!)

The girl I was just thinking about was standing right in front of me.

Galileo: "You're the one from yesterday."

She seemed taken aback, as if she didn't expect to meet me again.

Mitsuki: "Um, I…"

Galileo: "How long are you going to stand there? Come in."

As she stepped inside, she bowed her head.

Mitsuki: "I'm Mitsuki. I apologize for intruding into the garden yesterday!"

Mitsuki: "I was walking around town and happened to stumble upon that place."

Galileo: "You're not a student here, are you? So, why are you here today?"

Mitsuki: "I came to the university to see Professor Ayscough and to deliver these documents the president asked me to."

Mitsuki: "I didn't realize you were Professor Maury. So…"

Galileo: "I see. Another coincidence, perhaps."

(Right, considering the possibilities, it's not entirely impossible.)

Professor Ayscough. Isaac Newton was also living in that mansion.

It wouldn't be unnatural for her to come to the university for some business.

It'd be too early to interpret this reunion as guidance or fate, but…

(To begin with, the fact that she stumbled upon that garden seems a bit too convenient.)

(Maybe Drake is right in saying that fate is in motion.)

And am I the one being drawn into it?

(If so, perhaps the "world" is once again trying to deny me.)

(Like my brethren.)

I suppressed the faint surge of frustration welling inside me.

Galileo: "I've received the documents."

Mitsuki: "Then, I'll be going now."

I looked up and asked her a question.

Galileo: "Some say that when coincidences pile up, they become inevitable."

Galileo: "Even turning into destiny."

Galileo: "What do you think?"

She showed a confused expression at my sudden question.

(Even though we're facing each other like this, she still looks like an ordinary human.)

Nevertheless, she looked straight at me and spoke up.

Mitsuki: "Sorry, I don't know how to answer that, but…"

Galileo: "But?"

Mitsuki: "Whether it's coincidence or fate, I think it's up to each person how they perceive and choose to interpret it."

(Up to oneself, huh?)

Galileo: "So, it's up to oneself to govern fate. Is that what you're saying?"

Mitsuki: "I didn't mean to make it sound so dramatic."

I could understand her response.

Humans live through multiple choices, so in that sense, it's up to oneself to carve out their own destiny.

(But I know of a fate that cannot be changed.)

A fate of scorn, of being shunned, and of hopeless despair.

(..........)

As the scenes I've witnessed flashed through my mind, her answer, believing that one can carve out their own destiny, seemed terribly arrogant.

After she left, some students came to visit the office.

Galileo: "Are you suggesting it's fate, then?"

Student: "Professor? Is everything alright?"

Galileo: "It's nothing."

I averted my gaze from the door she exited and turned on my heel.

Galileo: "I'll fulfill my purpose until the end."

(No matter what happens, I've got to make sure I stay out of whatever fate that girl's bringing.)

Even as I held such determination within my heart, her eyes, staring back at me, somehow remained in my mind.

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[janmisali]

Hey Jan, I've done some more research, and I'm wondering if you could post this analysis so I can get help from your followers:

To recap, I've been trying to fill out the Mario survey, but I’ve been getting an error message in Google Forms saying "Your response is too large. Try shortening your answers." I had been clicking the multiple-choice questions and typing answers into the text boxes for several pages before getting the error message on the last or second-to-last page, which then prevented me from viewing the rest of the form unless I refreshed the url and started at page 1. I've been unable to determine the maximum answer length because Google does not tell you how your inputs are being read by the form.

After some searching, I found this Google Help article.

According to help center volunteers, the default character limit (~32,750) includes the responses to the multiple choices questions. They also say that breaching the character limit can trigger a bug that lowers the limit to around 10,000 characters. This seems accurate to my experience, as I have tried shortening my answers after getting the error, and continued to receive said error, to the point where significantly shorter answers still trigger the error. At first, I misread this as including only the answers chosen, so I added the maximum number of characters from answering the longest possible answers to the amount of characters in everything I ever typed into the text boxes, and got a maximum response length of 30,944 words.

However, the volunteer said that the form includes every possible answer in the multiple-choice questions in the response length. That means that for each game entry, the six possible answers for question one and three possible answers for question two constitute 93 characters out of the maximum response length. This does not seem right. The 358 game entries I counted would max out the form response by default (93*358=33,294). This would preclude any other respondent from typing in any comments, much less a song parody.

And now I've hit a roadblock. At some point, I reached the maximum response length, which may have triggered a bug that lowered the maximum response length even further, but I have no idea how any of these figures are being calculated. Getting help from Google is almost certainly out of the question. Has anyone else encountered this issue? Does anyone have any suggestions or solutions?

yeah idk what to do in this situation sorry

[stephstars08]

Still Alive ~ Chapter One

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Trauma, Nightmares, Death, Murder, Parent Issues, Some Angst, and Possibly Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Word Count: 1,792

Author's Note: Here we are, the first chapter! This chapter is more of just an introduction of how the reader got to New York and how she's become close to the core 4. I know this is a short chapter but I promise as the chapters go on they will get longer! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter and I will be posting the next chapter on Friday! Also, sorry if there are any errors, this isn't proof read since I was rushing to post this.

Y/N was sleeping in her comfy and cozy bed, but she wasn’t having a pleasant and calming dream. She was having another nightmare of what happened in Woodsboro just a year ago.

Y/N is the only child of Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. Y/N was born in Woodsboro but when she hit high school her mom got the job as a host for a morning show in New York city. Everything was going well until her parents decided to get a divorce. Dewey just wasn’t fitting in. He wasn’t used to living in a big city, so he packed his bags and went back to Woodsboro.

Now, what happened last year is what really changed Y/N’s life. Her parents have told her all about the four incidents they went through with her godmother Sidney Prescott. They told her about the seven different Ghostface’s that tried to kill them and Sidney. Y/N was around during the 2011 Ghostface killings but she doesn’t remember much since she was young and when her dad found out a new Ghostface was back he sent her to go live with grandmom Riley. Her parents and Sidney reassured her that the fourth Ghostface massacre would be the last time, but they were wrong.

When Gale got a text from Dewey saying it was happening again, she knew she had to go back to Woodsboro. Y/N insisted that she come. It took a lot of convincing, but she somehow got her mom to take her but of course her mom watched her like a hawk. The main reason why Y/N wanted to go was to see her dad. Yes, they stayed in touch by talking on the phone every day, but it wasn’t the same. Y/N met Sam and her boyfriend Ritchie when she reunited with dad at the crime scene of Sheriff Judy Hicks and her son Wes. Y/N was heartbroken to find out what happened to them since she grew up close to Wes since their mom and dad worked at the police station together.

Sam, Ritchie, and Sam’s little sister Tara were the last ones to see her father alive. Her dad, Sam, and Ritchie rushed to the hospital to save Tara from another Ghostface attack. Y/N wished she went with them. Maybe, if she was there, she could’ve talked her dad out of going back. Y/N was furious so when she killed the person who stabbed her father, she was happy. She was satisfied with herself for making that person feel the same pain she put her through.

When Mindy walked into Y/N’s bedroom she knew she was having another nightmare by her tossing and turning. Mindy walked over to her bedside and started to shake her. “Y/N, wake up.” Mindy said as she continued to shake her by the shoulder. When Y/N’s eyes shot open she saw Mindy looking at her with a worried gaze. “Another nightmare about killing Amber?” Mindy asked her as Y/N sat up in bed. “Yeah.” Y/N answered with a heavy sigh as she rubbed the tiredness out from her eyes. “Maybe you should go see that therapist Sam has been seeing.” Mindy suggested to her for like the hundredth time. “I’ll keep it in mind.” Y/N said throwing her blanket off her body.

Now it was Mindy’s turn to let out a heavy sigh since that’s what Y/N always says. “I made some breakfast, it’s in the kitchen.” Mindy told her as she walked over to the door. After Y/N gave her a nod she walked out of the room.

After everything that happened with Ghostface Y/N has grown close to Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad but she would say she’s the closest to Mindy since they became roommates when she moved to New York with Sam, Tara, and Chad. Y/N goes tot the same college as Tara, Mindy, and Chad.

Y/N sat up all the way and sat on the edge of her bed. When she picked up her phone, she saw a text from her mom which made her roll her eyes. Y/N had a falling out with her mom after she decided to write another book about the killings when she promised her own daughter that she wouldn’t. Y/N ignored the text as she put her phone back down so she could get up and get ready for the day.

Y/N got changed into a fresh pair of clothes. She put on something simple. She put on a Woodsboro police department T-shirt that used to belong to her father with a pair of blue jeans. She brushed her hair and just left it down since again she was going for a simple look today. She slipped on a pair of black converses and grabbed her phone to put it into her back pocket.

Y/N walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where Mindy was sitting on the couch with her girlfriend Anika eating some pancakes. Anika is always at the apartment which Y/N doesn’t mind since Anika is so sweet and is perfect for Mindy.

“Hey, you good?” Mindy asked her still with that worried gaze. “Yeah, better when I first woke up.” Y/N told her going to go into the kitchen to fix herself a plate of pancakes, but Mindy stopped her. “Woah, sit down and relax. I’ll go fix you a plate.” Mindy told her as she stood up. “Thanks, Mid.” Y/N said with a soft smile as she sat down on her comfy chair that was next to the couch. “No problem.” Mindy told her, returning a smile, and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, you coming to the frat party with us tonight?” Anika asked her in a curious tone as she sat the plate, she was sharing with Mindy on the coffee table. “I don’t know.” Y/N said with a shrug. “Aw, c’mon Y/N! It’ll be fun.” Anika said to her with a pleading look in her eyes. Y/N just stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.

“Ethan will be there.” Anika said with a smirk on her face. “Huh?” Y/N asked look back up at Anika. Of course, she was playing dumb to try and hide the excitement that ran through her veins at the mention of the boy’s name. Ethan is Chad’s roommate. “Y/N, we know you have like the biggest crush on him.” Anika told her. “No, I don’t.” Y/N said with nervousness in her tone avoiding Anika’s stern gaze. “Y/N Riley, don’t you dare lie!” Mindy said in a stern tone obviously listening to the conversation as she walked back into the room holding a plate of pancakes. “Okay, I guess it is super obvious.” Y/N mumbled as she took the plate from Mindy.

“But seriously though, you should come out with us tonight.” Mindy told her walking back over to Anika. “You deserve a night out.” Mindy added as she stood behind the couch. Y/N isn’t the biggest party girl, but she knew Mindy was completely right. She’s been so stressed with her classes and the whole situation with her mom. She does need a night out with her best friends. “Okay, I’ll come.” Y/N told them. “Yay!” Anika said with an excited little squeal. “That’s my girl.” Mindy said with a smirk on her face. “Yeah, whatever.” Y/N said with a playful roll of her eyes as she started to eat her pancakes.

“C’mon Anika, we gotta get to class.” Mindy told her as she grabbed her bag from the floor. Anika stood up and grabbed her bag from the floor as well. “We’ll see you later.” Mindy said to Y/N as she walked over the door with Anika right by her side. Mindy grabbed her keys off the hook that was right next to the door. “See ya.” Y/N said with a little wave. Mindy and Anika walked out of the apartment leaving Y/N all by herself.

As Y/N ate her pancakes she scrolled through her social media on her phone. As she scrolled, she saw the rumors about Sam that were all over the place. After the secret about Sam being the daughter of Billy Loomis came out someone spread a lie out that Sam was the one that actually did all of the killings last year and that she just framed Ritchie and Amber. It was frustrating because everywhere Sam went people would call her a killer. It made Y/N furious that people believed that Amber was innocent.

Y/N felt herself getting worked up, so she shut her phone off and just ate the last couple of bites of her pancakes. When Y/N finished she got up and walked into the kitchen. She rinsed her plate off and put it into the dishwasher. Y/N looked up at the clock and saw that her first class of the day starts in thirty minutes. She quickly ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Y/N walked into her bedroom to grab her book bag and made her way to the front door. She made sure she had everything before grabbing her keys off the hook.

Y/N walked out of the apartment making sure the door was locked and quickly walked down the steps and out of the apartment building. It was a good thing that the apartment wasn’t far from campus because if it was, she would be so late. As Y/N walked down the busy sidewalk she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. When she took her phone out of her pocket, she saw another text message from her mom asking if she was free tonight to go out to dinner. “Why can’t she take a fucking hint?” Y/N mumbled under her breath as she unlocked her phone. She was going to ignore the text like she did the first one, but she knew if she did her mom would just continue to text her till, she gave her an answer. Y/N texted back saying she already as plans with her friends and that was it.

She wasn’t going to tell her that she was going to a party because she knew her mom was going to tell her to not go. Ever since last year her mom has become very overprotective just like Sam has with Tara. Y/N knows her mom doesn’t want to lose her since she’s the only family she has left but after that fucking book came out, show doesn’t believe a single thing her mom says to her. She lost all trust with her mom which broke her because her mom is the only blood relative, she has here with her or even has left. Y/N shoved her phone back into her jean pocket and continued her walk to class.

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[sister-lucifer]

hey yk how u did that dry humping with lucifer from obey me can u do it but with belphie or asmodeus

Inexplicably Needy 

Read the Lucifer version here 

Asmodeus* x Male reader

Genre: Smut 

Summary: Asmodeus can’t hold back, he needs you to make him cum now, in any way possible 

Content/Warnings: dry humping, thigh riding, a hint of dom reader

*Asmodeus is AFAB and uses he/she pronouns 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio! 

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is welcomed and very appreciated! 

NOT fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors! 

Asmodeus was certainly no stranger to arousal. There was always a little thumping beat in the back of his head that gave his cheeks a little flush, but that was normal for the Avatar of Lust. There were a few times, though, where Asmodeus forgot to tend to his sexual health. Sometimes he would get too busy with schoolwork or photoshoots or modeling gigs and he simply could not make time for his human lover or to visit the succubi. Usually it would only take a day to two for her to feel better, but if left unchecked it could have visceral physical consequences.

That was how she found herself here, whimpering in a mess of blankets on her bed while knuckle deep in her cunt. She had been trying and trying for hours now, but no matter how many toys she used or how deep she hit with her fingers nothing would give her release. He grew more frustrated with each failed attempt, desperate tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he practically wailed in desperation. 

She had spam texted you over and over again, but you hadn’t even seen her messages. It seemed your errands were keeping you busy, and Asmo had given up on reaching you. He would simply have to wait for you to come home, however long that may be. Fortunately, only a few moments after he had retracted his hand, staring at it as it glistened wetly in the light, she heard a familiar voice from outside her door.

“Asmodeus, I’m home! I—“ You stopped dead in your tracks as you took in the scene in front of you. 

Asmodeus, legs spread wide and bottom half completely naked, blankets and sheets and pillows all strewn about carelessly, her needy pussy soaking the bed beneath her. 

“Oh, human! I need you, I need you now!” He whined, holding his arms out to you but unable to move himself from the bed. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed, opening your mouth to ask Asmo what she needed but you didn’t get the chance before she was climbing into your lap. Her bare cunt rubbed against your leg, leaving a wet spot on your pants where she was desperately grinding into you. 

“What took you so long, human?!” He yelped, voice shaky as he wrapped his arms around you. “I messaged you a million times!” 

“I’m so sorry, Asmo. My DDD died while I was out,” You explained. “But I’m here now, and I want to help. Wouldn’t you rather ride m—“

Asmodeus cut you off, breaths heavy and loud with her strain. 

“I’ve been trying for so long, human! I’ve been doing everything I could to cum but I couldn’t; I want your cock, really I do, but I just need to cum first…” 

You could see how desperate she was. Even in your most intense sessions Asmodeus always kept some composure, but this was something entirely new. He was rutting into you like crazy, every little movement making him mewl with long awaited pleasure. He rocked your body along with his from the sheer force and speed of his actions. 

You sighed, leaning back on your hands and letting him brace himself against your chest. One hand came down to toy with his clit, making him arch his back. 

“Yes, yes! More, baby, please!” She pleaded as she pushed against your touch as much as she could. “Oh yes, that’s exactly what I need!” 

You could feel him soaking through the fabric of your pants into your bare leg. Maybe it was just a magic demon thing, but god did he get crazy wet. Not that it wasn’t incredibly arousing, of course. You could even hear the soft, wet squelching noises his cunt made every time he pushed into your thigh. 

He began to push on your chest, encouraging you to lay back. You took the hint, relaxing into the welcoming feeling of the lavish bed. Asmodeus shifted a bit, moving up and instead positioning her bare cunt over your bulge that was now straining against your pants so hard you could’ve popped the zipper. 

Her excited grinding had you gripping onto her out of instinct. It was like Asmo’s lust and need was rubbing off onto you, making you feel confined in your clothes that had fit comfortably just a few minutes ago. 

She leaned down to pull you into a deep kiss, waisting no time pushing her tongue past your lips. She held your face with one hand and your hair with the other, giving it a tug every now and then. He moaned your name against your lips, intertwined with soft pleas for more. 

You grabbed her hips and began guiding them, pressing them hard into your bulge and forcing a broken moan from her throat. He buried his face in your neck as he whispered out a warning of his fast approaching release. 

“Oh, I’m gonna cum…finally, finally…o-oh…” 

Normally Asmodeus had a much better tolerance, but even he had his limits. He wasn’t going to hold himself back from this, he needed it, and you would gladly let him have it. 

“Go on then, Asmo. Make yourself cum.” 

Asmodeus shuttered at the filthy words, a lopsided, love-drunk smile crossing her face. 

“Oh, my human, you know just what I need to hear…” 

It wasn’t long before his whimpers and whines were crescendoing into wails. He cried out your name with the last of his voice, still grinding his hips with devilish fervor until his orgasm had completely finished. Even then, he couldn’t help but buck into you every now and then. She has never, not in a thousand years been rocked by pleasure the way she was then.

It was magical. 

You allowed her to catch her break for a few moments before speaking.

“You alright, princess?“ 

She nodded, melting into your warm body as she finally relaxed. 

“Yes, yes…I’m alright…my, I don’t think i’ve ever experienced anything like that…” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, shifting beneath him and bringing a hand up to stroke his back. 

“Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? I’m sure you feel much better.” 

“Oh, no!” Asmodeus protested, making you quirk a brow in confusion. “Not at all! After everything I’ve been through alone, you owe me much more than that. I’m thinking…one orgasm for every S.O.S. message I didn’t get a reply to?” 

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[cursedcola]

TWST: The Hall Of Mirrors - Baby Update, January 24’

ART:

Guys I don’t think I’m going to be able to put art in the game because I lack a tablet. As much as I want to, it would require making *way* too many images.

So, I’m making the TW game a pure piece of interactive fanfiction as a text-based game only. I’ve poured so many hours into it and I think I would rather go extend the plot/add on details so you can visualize it rather than stress anymore about putting art in. I know I said previously that I was taking time off from it, but I actually spent a good chunk of my free time last month trying to get art to scan in. Twine does not like imagery. No, no it does not.

So I’m just going to take a wee bit more time and make the plot more detailed. I also really want to get back to writing more here >_<

PLOT:

Like I said, I’m taking more time to add in detail. Without art I feel that it needs more to make the visuals pop.

AUDIO:

I haven’t given up on this bit quite yet. Since this is a fan game that isn’t getting monetized or anything, I don’t feel the need to make original music. I’ll see if I can find anything I like enough to fit the vibes

~ On that note, this is the last written update I’m giving. I might post some pictures when I feel it's in a good place, or ask if anyone would like to test the game out (catch any technical errors or bugs)….but yeah, I’m pretty much done now? I think? Hard to believe I’ve slowly been writing this since July. It’ll be weird to not work on it anymore, but also nice since I want to write other things hehe. I will say that this is the biggest thing I have ever made for any fandom, and I hope it's something I can look back on fondly.

(Small rant below about the art because I’m me and my perfectionism demands I offer an explanation)

Like, I did the math and it just isn’t feasible to do with what I have sadly. The game was going to have 15cgs for each route’s climax. I also got a bit crazy and even did base sketches for 15 cga for the after endings without really thinking about how rough it was going to be. You can customize your Mc by their clothing, body size, eye color, hair length and color, and hair type. If I had a tablet then I could make a singular CG as the base, and then basically make a bunch of copies where I make small changes so that the proper combination will pop up depending on the choices you made. It would have took a long time but I could have done it - although using a quick combination showed that there were hundreds of different possible combinations.

I mean, there are 2 clothing options, 4 body types, 8 eye colors, 4 hair types, 4 hair lengths, and i think 6 hair colors if I remember right. I also put in customization features that have you answer Q’s that I can’t predict to edit the cg with. Regardless that’s 2X4X8X4X4X6 = 6,144 possible combinations for ONE cg. That’s kind of rough even with a tablet, so without one is just like…death. It would be 2x4x4x4 = 128 different iterations of the image (as things that are not just color changes that can be quickly altered). That’s 128 versions of 15 images. That’s 1,920 drawings. Even if they were going to be in a very simple artstyle, heck even a sketch, it’s not feasible.

I love Otomes and have always wanted to play one where your customized MC is featured in the cgs. Making a game like that is one of my life goals - but not for a fan game. If I’m doing that then it’s going to be an original work.

I’m sorry for hyping it up and making false promises. I really did want to make it happen for my mini fangame, but this is kinda just my little side project and stressing over it was zapping the fun away. So now we’re going back to plan A and just sticking to a text game >_<

#twst otome update #TWST: The Hall Of Mirrors #update #this is the last update i’m making

[chocotonez]

skz + accidentally breaking s/o’s important item

a/n this is for @kimnari23 !! thanks so much for requesting, feel free to ask me to rewrite it if you don’t like it :) (reposted due to some formatting errors)

warnings/genre: more fluff than angst tbh, crying, somewhat of a crack fic but it’s just my humor sorry, swearing, small arguments/banter, g/n reader but mentions of reader owning makeup and jewelry, tell me if anything else should be tagged!

chan

-kinda sees his life flash before his eyes as soon as your favorite mug hit the tiled floor

-he doesn’t want to buy a replacement because that ruins the whole sentimental value and the reason you loved that mug so much, but he doesn’t want you to be upset, and-

-the door swung open and you found chan just blankly staring at the shattered mug, before looking up at you and quickly hugging you

-“I’m so so so sorry”

-profusely apologizing and asks what he can do to make it better, is super patient and lets you sulk as much as you want

-buys you a bunch of gifts to apologize but he always reminds you that he knows how much that mug meant to you

-he doesn’t want to see you upset especially towards him, so he does a ton to try and make up for it

lee know

-he ruined your favorite dress shirt by washing it with a bunch of other clothes

-your dress shirt was now tinted a weird brownish purple from another one of your clothing articles, and the second it came out of the wash he didn’t even realize it was that shirt you loved and folded it as usual, placing it in your dresser

-“minho!!” “what?” “my shirt!”

-immediately feels extremely bad, doesn’t know if he should lie and be like “omg how did that happen” or if he should fess up right now as you sigh and huff over your shirt being ruined

-he’ll tell you at some point but he’s very scared you’ll just never forgive him so he buys like 20 of the same shirt to make sure if he makes a mistake you’ll have a back up!!

-tries to lighten your sour mood as much as possible, not so you’ll stop being upset but just so you’ll stop being upset at him

-“I mean the color isn’t even that ugly, you always pull off anything anyways-“ “don’t even rn”

changbin

-he was just walking when he stepped on something and immediately let out a string of swearing before he saw that he stepped on one of your favorite bracelets, and it was now broken

-probably goes full mechanical engineer and tries to figure out how to fix it but it doesn’t work and he’s crying and you come home to him covered in glue and tape with a broken bracelet in his hands

-apologizing a ton and trying to explain that it wasn’t at all intentional, yada yada

-it’s almost comical how he was just as upset as you were over the broken bracelet, but once you get over the initial disappointment he gives you any space or support you need

-makes you a new bracelet using youtube and patience he didn’t know he had

-as long as you’re happy <333 he’s happy <333

-puts the broken bracelet up somewhere as a decoration, so you don’t have to throw it away and you can still technically use it-just as decoration

-“I mean it looks good with that vase, don’t you think? Kidding, you know I’m sorry!”

hyunjin

-probably makes this 😐 face when he sees that he knocked over his drink onto your favorite book

-the book was special because of how much love and annotating you poured into it, the lovingly marked pages and the amount of notes combated the text of the book itself, pressed flowers in the cover and little notes from friends, the book wasn’t even about the content, just the memories

-and now it was stained with coffee and melted ice

-yknow that one scene from the incredibles?? where the dad dries a book w a hair blower?? he tries that but starts a small fire and immediately goes to air drying

-“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to fix this?”, does his best to communicate a solution with you because he feels so guilty lmao

-really appreciates if you’re patient/understanding, but he also gets it if you get upset or have a bit of an outburst

-would probably transcribe all of your favorite notes, pages, save the pressed flowers and your favorite bookmark, he would do his best to preserve what was left of the soggy pages

-tbh this one isn’t too bad, so maybe u two reach a point where you fixed the book back to a satisfactory point! :)

han

-“shitshitshitshitshit” -his mind, realizing he’s practically chewed off a whole part of your lucky pen

-he asked to borrow one, and since you love ur boyfie sm you gave him your lucky pen so he could annotate lyrics or notes for a song he was producing, and then he got too lost in thought and then he started chewing on your pen as a habit and-

-very forward about it but also very scared you’ll hate him forever tbh, but he still jokes about it?? he’s strange like that tbh

-“uhm. well I personalized it for you??” “huh-yOU ATE MY PEN?”

-comforts you a ton and gives you lots of hugs and kisses to make up for it, even holds a little pseudo funeral for the pen so you can mourn

-honestly makes the whole ordeal a lot of fun, even though you were obviously upset

-took you stationary shopping as an apology gift and let you pick out any pretty pen you wanted, and promised he would just use those cheap ballpoint ones from now on

felix

-shocked pikachu face when he accidentally broke the charm off one of your earrings

-it wasn’t even fixable as the piece on the earring that held the charm broke off too, so even if he did piece it back together it would be uneven and clunky compared to the other one

-facetimes you immediately to explain what happened or tells you immediately so you don’t have to find out yourself, he feels it’s better for you to know straight up

-probably sulks away for a hot minute cuz he’s teary eyed but he doesn’t want you to comfort him, you need to cry too

-once you calm yourself down and reassure the both of you that it’s okay and that it’s just an earring, it’s not shattered or rusted, and it’s okay!

-lots of hugs, maybe he even helps you repurpose the earring into something else, putting the charm on the bracelet or smth like that

-probably ends up surprising you w another pair of earrings you’ve been eyeing

seungmin

-brb googling breakable items that hold sentimental value I’m running out of ideas

-anyways he accidentally dropped an eyeshadow palette you adored, a gift from a loved one and he watched all the pigment spill out

-you know those tik toks of ladies who fix makeup really well with all those fancy tools?? tries to do that but ends up messing it up further and is just like “well fuck”

-buys you another one in advance, he knows it’s not the same as the eyeshadow palette was important cuz of the sentimental value, but at least you’ll still have the colors

-“I’m really sorry about this, it wasn’t intentional, promise.”, probably the most nonchalant about this?? not that he doesn’t care, but I gave him a bit of a superficial item and he also just finds it as a problem with an easy solution

-but don’t get me wrong he definitely listens and hears you out if you’re seriously upset, gives you a lot of support even if he doesn’t really understand why you’re that upset

-but he’ll never ever make you feel bad for feeling <3

jeongin

-I’m totally running out of ideas for breakable things that would hold sentimental value so I’m just gonna say he accidentally threw away a photo you really loved

-it was you and your loved ones, taken at a restaurant on a polaroid camera celebrating your birthday, it was your fave pic ever and you carried it ever

-but you got a new wallet and left a lot of crumpled receipts and miscellaneous stuff out and he just wanted to help you clean :((

-and by unlucky coincidence you only discovered it was missing after trash day, and you were turning the apartment upside down to try and find your favorite Polaroid, only for jeongin to remember a polaroid in the pile of trash

-immediately panicking and questioning his entire life decisions

-“uhm…I think I threw it away I’m gonna be so fr w you babe”, and there’s literally nothing he can do about it so he’s honestly so devastated because he just hates seeing you upset

-I think he’s a bit pushy about it and wants to fix the problem as soon as possible, he obvs understands the emotional value but seeing ou sad breaks his heart

-for ur next birthday he makes sure to replicate the photo on a Polaroid camera for new memories tho :,)

-lots of cuddling and apologies, he’s probably just as upset as you in this situation and is hard on himself for missing something so important

-you both r comforted in knowing you can just make new memoriesmemories :)

-for your next birthday he replicates the photo for your new wallet tho :)

#stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #stray kids fluff #stray kids headcanons

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the lovely @watchyourbuck 💗

Didn’t quite make it for Friday but anyway here’s my first ever attempt at posting some of my writing ahhh

Also I apologize for any typos lol, I have not read it through ✌🏻

Eddie was barely awake when his phone vibrated on the night stand right next to his head, casting a blue hue onto the ceiling.

He normally put it on silent during the night but this night was different. He had had an argument with Buck a few days ago and they hadn’t made amends. So he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to talk to him.

2:47 AM

“Really?” Eddie mumbled to himself and put his phone in front of his face, the words on the screen fading into one another the longer that he looked at them.

His eyes started to slowly close again but shot open as his phone vibrated once more. And again. And again.

6 unread messages

Eddie sat up further in the bed, trying to make sense of Buck’s texts that mostly just looked like he had typed while almost dropping his phone. Or had it in his back-pocket. Or a combination of the two.

Rubbing his eyes made the words or at least, letters, in front of Eddie become clearer by the second and by his third, possibly fourth re-read, Buck’s messages started to make sense. It wasn’t Eddie’s first time decoding Buck’s drunken texts.

I know that it was my fault

I’m sorry

I was wrong

Eddie don’t answer now

I need to say this

I love you

The last message was the only one without any spelling errors and it was like Eddie’s heart stopped in his chest, his mouth dried up and his phone suddenly weighed the same as a brick, his palms dropping to his thighs. He lifted the phone back up to his face, thinking that the words on the screen might have changed since then.

I love you

They had said it before but that was before they got together and it just held so much more meaning now. Yet the first time that Buck told him this was in a drunken haze and suddenly it didn’t feel that great anymore.

So he left the messages unanswered. Read but unanswered. He crawled back under his duvet but wasn’t able to sleep.

I love you too, Buck

The words were typed out, staring him right back in the face, almost provoking him to do it. Not like this.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but he was woken up by knocking on the front door. It became more and more persistent when he tried to ignore it.

Eddie got out of bed and pulled on a shirt, his head heavy after tossing and turning all night.

He unlocked the door and right as he was about to open it, someone in the hallway pushed it open and Buck stood in front of him with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Buck” Eddie breathed out like he wasn’t expecting to see him and the well of feelings that had come over in him in the night hit him like a wave. He swallowed harshly and took a step backwards into the living room, letting Buck walk past him. Eddie crossed his arms firmly across his chest, letting his eyes wander over Buck’s body and face.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me to use my key or not” Buck smiled briefly and held the key out in his hand before placing it back in his pocket.

“No, it’s fine” Eddie said, nodding slightly before he dropped his arms to his sides and walked into the kitchen.

Buck was freshly showered, the scent of his cologne following him like this delicious smelling cloud that Eddie couldn’t help but to discreetly inhale. He could never get enough of that. Buck’s baby blue eyes were however glassy and somber, now showing how he truly felt as he stepped closer to Eddie.

“You left me on read” Buck stated as he leaned against a counter, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“Yes” Once again, Eddie’s voice sounded harsher than he intended for it to be but he also couldn’t help it. “I did” He continued, leaning against the counter opposite Buck.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. I shouldn’t have said what I did the other day, it was out of line. And last night, I shouldn’t have..” Buck hesitated as he caught Eddie’s eyes with his.

The pause in Buck’s sentence didn’t help the uneasy feeling that Eddie had in his stomach and he rubbed his hands across his face to hide how it was affecting him. The only problem with that was that Buck knew him well enough to know why he was acting like that.

Buck took a few more cautious steps towards Eddie, closing the distance between them by gently placing his hands on Eddie’s hips, watching for a reaction and when Eddie didn’t move, neither did he.

“Eddie, what I said last night, I shouldn’t have written that in a text. I don’t want you to think that I only said it to end an argument because that’s not why. I said it because you make my life better. I said it because the way that I feel for you, I don’t and have never felt for someone else. Because you help me heal. In here” Buck took Eddie’s hand and placed it above his heart, Eddie keeping it steady there.

Eddie dropped his hand and moved it under Buck’s shirt, tracing the soft skin right above his hipbone. His heart was pounding against his ribs and he was almost convinced that Buck was able to hear each individual beat.

“You left me on read” Buck chuckled lightly, the tension between them slowly becoming less tangible as Eddie finally dared to make eye contact with the man in front of him.

His boyfriend. The man that he loves.

“I did” Eddie confirmed once again and Buck wrapped his arms around the back of Eddie’s neck, letting their chest touch against one another and Eddie knew that Buck would have to be able to feel his heart racing like crazy. And he was right. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before Buck glanced down between them and then back into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie felt his cheeks slowly becoming heated and he leaned slightly away from Buck but it was too late.

“I just..” The words got caught in the back of Eddie’s mouth and he had to close his eyes briefly to compose himself. Buck closed the distance between them once again by planting a gentle kiss on Eddie’s pink lips, it was so gentle that it almost tickled instead of anything else.

Eddie ran his hands over Buck’s back, let them move across his shoulders and up to the back of his neck, his fingertips touching the soft curls that he loved so much. He kissed Buck a bit more firmly and when they broke apart, Buck’s eyes were looking softly back at him.

“Eddie?” Buck said, now feeling his pulse rise too.

“Yes?” Eddie replied, watching Buck’s body language change, his shoulders tensing slightly as he got nervous.

“I love you” Buck’s voice was filled with joy and nothing but confidence radiated on his face as he finally spoke. He loves Eddie Diaz. He loves him so much that it makes his entire body ache for more all the time. He loves him so much that he’s almost scared to say it out loud.

“I love you too, Buck. You have no idea how much” Eddie eventually said as he got over the initial shock of hearing it for the first time instead of just reading it on a screen. He loves Evan Buckley and every fiber of his being.

Tagging: @buckleyobsessed @eddiediaztho @buckleydiaz @belovedbuddie @barbiediaz @cinematics123 @buddiex 💗 (lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged in the future)

#eddie diaz #911 on fox #edmundo diaz #evan buckley #ryan guzman #911 on abc #angela bassett #kenneth choi #peter krause #oliver stark #buddie fanfic #buddie #buck x eddie #athena grant #bobby nash #aisha hinds #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #jennifer love hewitt #evan buck buckley #fanfic #this is making me slightly uncomfortable but here goes nothing I guess #fuck it friday