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p1utofairy · 8 months

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PAC: “cause every little thing that we do, should be between me & you.” 🕯️💭✨

• what are your person’s dirty thoughts about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. thank y'all for 1K omg <3 y’all really fw with lil ol’ me?! ily ily ily. 🥹 here’s a lil sumn sumn to celebrate. 🥂 p.s. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 ⭐️ —

“you don't need me, please believe me. this ain't easy, you know i've been feindin'. let me unleash my demons on you.”

“innocent” is what i’m hearing pile 1. your person will underestimate just how much of a hold you have on them lol initially they’ll think that you’re more of the submissive type, but oh are they in for a treat! you hold your cards close to your chest, so it’ll surprise them when this other side of you comes to the surface. i’m hearing “classy in the streets but a freak in the sheets” LOLLL. oh i’m also picking up that some of you may be inexperienced (or may not have as much sexual experience as them) but it won’t come off that way to them...they’ll just think that you’re playing coy and teasing them. your person will be eye-fucking you a lot, i can see them sitting across from you just looking you up and down…locking in on your legs — they’ll really love your legs. “you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. you’d be like heaven to touch.” just started playing in my mind. awww your person is very sensual 😩 and as much as they want to have you…they’ll be patient. they want to make sure you feel comfortable. all i need by lloyd just came to mind, “get up on it. i’m so horny and i want it. so get up on this, get up on the dick.” LMFAOOOO ik i said they'll be patient but i’m ngl they'll be internally tussling with themselves because they’re used to just getting what they want and people falling for them at the drop of a dime, but you make them work hard for it. i can see you two having a heavy make-out session before they drop you off home and then you pull away and you're like BYE 😘👋☺️ and they'll just be sitting there with their mind racing a mile per minute like FUCK?????? lmfaooooooooooo my gosh you will rile them up so bad pile 1. i feel like there will be a height difference between you two or an age gap. they could be older than you! you give them butterflies <3 they think they’re making you soo nervous/giddy inside (and they are) but you hide it a little better than they do. after every interaction with them you’ll feel all mushy inside hehe and you’ll be able to tell that you make them nervous. they’re just blown away by how beautiful, hot and how well-put together you are. i can see you talking and they’re just watching your mouth move like 👁️👁️ LMFAOOO bye pile 1. they’re feenin’ for you.

pile 2 🪡 —

“i just wanna live in a fantasy. i think we deserve it, right? top all the memories. i’ve ever made in my life.”

oouu this is my pile that doesn't take shit from nobody, okayyyy! hi pile 2 welcome to your reading <3 i can already tell that your person loves how you carry yourself. you do not allow many people to have access to you, and when you do, people can’t help but feel special inside because you have such a ✨big✨ presence. you may not take your person very serious at first. they have youthful/playful energy while you have a very disciplined and mature demeanor. that’s what will make them so attracted to you; how you're always on your shit…there's no cutting corners with you, you do not have time for the games and they will respect that. there's something about your lips that they love. you might have a defined cupid’s bow like rihanna or maybe they just like how cute and soft they are; especially after they just got done kissing you. i see them teasing you and slightly biting your bottom lip after they pull away from the kiss 🥵 ugh don’t count them out pile 2. they might have youthful energy but they're a pro when it comes to seduction lol you both are similar in a sense — you both want something serious and passionate with a hint of playfulness. they'll loveeeee watching you get ready! like i can see you standing in front of a mirror, in a rush to make yourself look presentable and they're just laying back on the bed…giving you the look. just ready to POUNCE. whew pile 2! this person’s love language might also be physical touch, cause they’ll be fighting the urge to squeeze your ass or constantly have their hand on your lower back. you’ll secretly love all their physical affection though hehe.

pile 3 🔪 —

“out of breath, take it slow. i wanna feel it in my soul. yeah, i know you love it when i’m on top. gotta keep it going, baby. don’t stop.”

heyyyy pile 3 🤗 i’m immediately hearing that you have a way with words. you know exactly what buttons to push to get your person aroused mhm! your person knows your worth just as much as you do, they’ll put you on a pedestal and treat you with so much care and devotion. they may have a worship kink? i see a bedroom setting — lightly-dimmed, candles lit, red rose petals on the floor and they’re slowly taking your shoes off for you…their hands trailing up your bare legs slowly 🥵 OKAYYYY pile 3! the sexual attraction is strong in this one wow. that scene from the wolf of wall street where naomi (margot robbie) and jordan (leo dicaprio) are on a date and naomi is giving him the fuck me eyes while saying “aren’t you married?” is coming to mind. now i don’t feel like there’s any third parties/cheating involved…you two just might be into role-playing. like i can see them booking a spontaneous getaway trip for the two of you & y’all just slut each other out and explore each other’s wildest fantasies the whole time 🤭 you both know how and what will make the other person tick; i can see them teasing you a lot in public. a lot of dirty talk in your ear, hand on the back of your neck gently squeezing and kisses. they were never really like this in their previous relationship(s) but you bring out a whole different side of them. agora hills by doja cat just started playing, “kissing and hope they caught us, whether they like or not. i wanna show you off. i wanna show you off.” THEY REALLY DO, PILE 3. they can't believe they bagged you…every-time they look at you they’re in awe.

#pac #pick a pile #pick a card #love pac #love reading #intuitive reading #pick a card reading #tarot #tarot pac #tarot reading #pac reading #energy reading #p1utofairy

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ponderingmoonlight · 7 months

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How JJK men act in and after a fight part ll

Part l with Gojo, Megumi and Nanami here

Pairing: Geto x reader, Choso x reader, bonus: Yuji x reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: my lil baby Yuji simply can't start a fight so it's more like a fluff fan service for y'all, Choso and Geto being a little mean, not proofread

Tags: @satoruukisser @sanicsmut (I just know you've waited for this one hehe) @ifuckfictionalmen

Suguru Geto

“Hey love, how you’re feeling?”, the sweet voice of your boyfriend talks through the speaker of your phone.

Oh, how much you’ve missed him. Since Suguru became a special grade sorcerer, he’s got his hands full with work. Day in and day out, his life is occupied by exorcising curses. So him finding time to call you is a really rare occacion and puts a bright smile on your face immediately.

“I’m okay, my mission went well. Working with Utahime isn’t that bad”, you explain briefly.

“How are you? What a nice surprise that you’re calling!”

“Yeah, about that…”

He clears his throat uncomfortably, leaving you waiting on the other end of the line. What is wrong?

“Listen (y/n). There’s a very important mission for me and Satoru from Tengen-sama himself. I’ll be gone for a few day, need to leave the city…”

“Oh great, I’m coming with you!”, you announce.

Will it be hot wherever you’ll go? Maybe you can pack some nice dresses, after all you aren’t there for work. When was the last time you went on vacation with Suguru? You don’t even remember anymore. All you know is that you ha-

“There’s absolutely no chance you’ll come with me, (y/n). Come on, don’t be ridiculous, this is a mission after all. Also, Satoru will be there with me.”

Your heart sinks for a second, his words slightly hurting you.

“I’m sure Satoru wouldn’t mind! And like that, I’ll get to spend some time with you. That would be great, right?”

“(y/n), this is not the place for a grade 2 sorcerer. And I don’t want to spend time with you on a mission”, he instantly replies, voice dead serious.

Wow. You let his words sink in. No, he didn’t mean it like that, right? He didn’t just say that you are weak, that he doesn’t want to spend time with you…right? Your thoughts are racing. Why would he say something like that? You train your ass off day and night, always trying to get better at anything you do. And why does he not want to spend time with you on a mission? You’re a jujutsu sorcerer yourself after all. And he doesn’t seem to mind working with Satoru…

“I didn’t mean it like that”, he interjects after a few seconds of silence.

“Please don’t worry.”

“I just don’t understand why”, you breathe out.

“You love working with Satoru, though. Why not working with me?”

“(y/n), please don’t cause a scene right now. Satoru and I are the strongest, so it’s only logical to let us carry out that mission. You might be skilled, but not skilled enough.”

‘Not enough’, ‘don’t cause a scene’. His words cut through your heart like a knife through butter. Yes, you might be sensitive, you might overreact, but the way he speaks to you with this unknown stone cold voice and not very well picked words leaves your mind racing.

“I just thought this would be a perfect opportunity to spend some time together. The last few weeks we-“

“(y/n)”, he interrupts you harshly.

“I don’t have time for that bullshit now, okay? We’ll talk tonight.”

And with that, he hangs up, leaving you standing in the rain with trembling lips and eyes that threaten to overflow. What has gotten into him? You asked him really nicely, never pushing him with any of your words. Why did he leash out like that?

C’mon, it’s not even that bad. Maybe he was in a rush, maybe he is too overwhelmed by that important mission maybe-

You do your best to suppress your ruminations with good and logical thoughts desperately, but still…

Maybe he doesn’t want to spend time with you.

Frantically, you wipe over your falling tears, trying to calm yourself down in the middle of Tokyo. Maybe you should just get home, drink a tea and wait for Suguru to return. Yes, after all he told you you’ll talk this out in the evening.

And so you waited. Minutes, then hours, long after midnight without a sign of him. Dead worried that something might have happened, multiple unanswered calls on his and Satoru’s side. This isn’t him, it doesn’t match your boyfriend’s style at all to leave you standing in the rain. Something must have happened, something really really bad, something-

“Hello *hicks*, ‘m back”, his voice suddenly announces.

You squint your eyes, gaze fixed on the way he stumbles into the living room with his face redden in a way you’ve never seen before and orbs roaming around with no aim.

“Where have you been? I was absolutely worried about you. And you didn’t even answer my calls…”, you begin, your voice as soft as ever even though you feel like dying from the inside.

Even from afar, it is obvious that he’s drunk. Anger begins to rise in you, almost making you lose your cool temper. He can’t be serious about that.

“Yeah, had no time for that. Was out with Satoru”, he remarks.

“Yeah. Nothing new”, you comment dryly.

“You mad?”

His figure stumbles towards the couch, almost crushing you under his body weight in the process. No, the thought alone of having him near you right now drives you insane. You pull away, creating distance between your bodies.

“Huh, where are u goin’?”, he questions.

“I tried to call you this whole evening. Do you remember that you promised we would talk things out tonight?”

You desperately try to not sound hurt and vulnerable, but you simply can’t help yourself. Suguru is what you considered the best boyfriend walking on this earth, always respectful, always looking after you. But today, you’ve seen a very new side of him – a side that seems to don’t give a damn about you.

“Oh, that’s why you’re so mad…”

“I always knew and respected that Satoru is your best friend, but that you’re choosing boy’s vacation over a little bit of time with me after the two of you’ve been together the last weeks while I’ve waited at home for you just doesn’t make sense to me. But not only that, you called me weak, you made me feel as if I’m worth nothing. I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting, maybe I’m being ridiculous like you’ve told me, but it…it just hurts me, Suguru. It hurts me that you’ve treated me this way”, you blurt out.

“I’m scared, (y/n).”

His sudden words catch you off guard, eyes glued to you with so much gravity that you forget about his drunkenness for a second. He’s scared? Where does that come from? You can’t help but scoot a little closer, his facial features looking as lovely as ever in the moonlight.

“Why are you scared, Suguru?”

“This is something really treacherous and I’m not sure if I’m able to take it. If something goes wrong, we might have to fight Tengen-sama himself or worse, you’ll get hurt in the process. I don’t want you to be in the line of fire. I’m truly sorry if I hurt you with my words this afternoon, but the thought of you getting injured on this mission alone killed me from the inside. You are way too precious to get into something like that, especially because it scares the hell out of me myself.”

You grab his hand gently, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes. No, this isn’t the time for pride. Now you understand why he acted so strange, why he came home this late and why he’s sitting in front of you full to the brim. It shatters your heart to know that these thoughts are occupying his mind – more than his words this afternoon.

“Don’t let these thoughts eat you up alive. How did you say that afternoon? You and Satoru are the strongest. If you aren’t able to complete that mission, nobody is. I believe in you with all my heart, darling. No matter how hard the mission seems, no matter how dangerous is get. I just want you to know that I’ll always stay by your side”, you mumble, arm gently wrapped around his shoulder.

“I don’t deserve you, darling”, he hushes against your ear before embracing you in a tight hug.

God, how much you needed that, how much you longed for his touch this whole day.

“I’m sorry for saying all these things to you. It’s just…I don’t want you to get involved in this…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, I get it. And I overreacted a little. Don’t think about it too much. Let’s go to sleep, okay? You probably drank a lot and tomorrow is another day.”

“I love you, (y/n). Forever and always.”

You smile at him softly, fingertips tracing along his jawline. Even though he smells like sake and his drunk eyes roam around your face with no aim, you love this man with all your heart.

“I love you too, Suguru.”

Choso Kamo

“C’mon, stop acting like a dick”, you demand, mouth twisted into a pout.

Choso signs while rolling his eyes in pure annoyance. How long have you been sitting here, trying to convince him to take you with him to Shibuya? It sure feels like an eternity.

“Stop acting like a fool, then. This isn’t the right place for you to be. I have a very important mission to fulfill, (y/n)”, he demands.

The dangerous glistening in his eyes scream in your face to stop, to just let it slide and wait for him to return. But this is not fair. Fuck, you’re a mighty jujutsu sorcerer, you are really able to help him. But what does he do instead? Working with some of these hilarious curses.

“And I’m a very important juju-“

“ENOUGH.”

The way he yells into your face makes you back away in an instant, usual so bored eyes filled with nothing but thick anger.

“Don’t you understand that I don’t need you? This is very important to me, I seek revenge for my brothers. This isn’t a game, (y/n). You’ll stay here and wait until I return. Do you understand?”

You defiantly cross your arms over your chest, gaze glued to the floor.

“Do. You. Understand.”

“Yes”, you bark back.

“Good. I’ll be back this evening, my love. Don’t be too mad at me.”

His fingers gently caress your cheek before he walks away, into the fight. You cry out in frustration, a new wave of fury washing over you. Why would you be in the way? It’s not like you’re reincarnated yourself, a skilled jujutsu sorcerer for more than 150 years. Fuck, maybe you’re even on the same level as Choso. He might be your boyfriend, that doesn’t mean he can boss you around.

Yes. You are your own chef, always doing whatever you want. A cheeky grin is plastered on your face. Why would you stay at home when slaughtering some jujutsu sorcerers sounds so fun?

Without thinking twice you sprint away, into the dark night, into the train station of Shibuya Choso told you he’s stationed in. Where is he? What is he doing? Maybe you’re even able to help him killing these brats that are responsible for his brother’s death. Yes, what a joy, what a fun!

Your eyes dart around the empty area, not even a single curse in sight. Huh, that’s strange. You thought there would be more resistance, more fights. But instead, you are greeted by empty hallway over hallway, running around like a lost puppy.

Until you stop right in your tracks. Until you can hear his beautiful voice loud and clearly. Your feet carry you his direction instinctively, soon greeted by a merciless fight that lays itself out in front of you.

“Oh, what a coincidence to see you here!”, you greet your boyfriend, aiming a punch at the pink-haired boy in front of you without even knowing who he is.

Choso’s eyes widen in pure horror, forcing him to forget abou the presence of Yuji Itadori for a moment.

“(y/n)”, he breathes out.

You smile at him widely, confidence dripping from every poor.

“I told you to stay away”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“And I didn’t listen”, you reply.

With a swift motion, he pins you against a nearby wall, eyes darted at you in a way you’ve never seen before.

“I’m starting to lose patience with you, (y/n).”

“I’m here to help you out, love. Why would you have to do this on your own? I love killing people and I’m also seeking revenge for your beloved brothers. After all, they were my family too and everyone who hurts you automatically hurts me too.”

He pants heavy, gaze wandering between your eyes and lips. You’re not sure what’s going on, his mimic not telling you a single bit about his feelings. Is he mad, disappointed, absolutely furious? You can’t tell. But you meant every word you said. When will he finally realize that he’s never alone as long as he has you? You are his girlfriend, after all. It’s your job to be on his side.

“Do you really mean that?”, he mumbles, still holding onto your shoulders tightly while distracting the boy behind him with his blood manipulation.

“Of course I mean that. We’re a team, right?”

You don’t know what’s happening, too stunned by the way he suddenly wraps his arms around you so tightly that it’s hard to breathe, head hiding in the crook of your neck.

“You don’t know how much that means to me…”

It’s like you’re air and he can’t breathe, the way he holds onto you for what seems like dear life. You can’t remember a single moment he ever showed his affection towards you this passionately. But oh how much you enjoy it, closing your eyes to feel his touch even better.

“You are suborn”, he breathes out, taking your face between his hands and pressing his forehead against yours.

Are these tears glistening in his eyes? Your usual so cold and calculating heart feels as if it’s drowning in emotion, absolutely mesmerized by the way he shows himself so vulnerable around you.

“And absolutely in love with you”, you reply, running your fingertips through his hair.

“Wait here until I give you a signal. You know what you have to do”, he instructs you before pressing one last kiss at your demanding lips and turning away.

“Hell yes I do”, you response immediately, face of determination readier that ever.

Bonus: Yuji Itadori

“Can you stop breathing so damn loud?”, you spit at him.

God, he’s so annoying. Everything is so annoying today. The way the birds sing, how your lunch tasted, your training session. Everything just sucks, including your boyfriend.

“Did I really breath that loud? Sorry babe”, he replies instantly, holding his breath in consequence.

“Urgh, can you scoot over? I need more space”, you grumble.

“Of course!”

Without thinking twice, he slides against the wall so you have more than enough space. Really, is he serious about that?

“Are you keeping safe distance to me or what?”

“Absolutely not, I just thought you need space…”

“Do you need space from me? You want me to leave, huh?”

“N-no!”

Yuji just looks at you through his doe eyes, mind racing in a desperate attempt to understand your feelings. Did he do something wrong? Actually no, you always love to literally sit on him while watching TV, telling him over and over how much his slow breathing calms down your tingling nerves. What is different today? He looks into distance, thinking of every possible thing that might be wrong until…

Oh, you might be on your period.

Even though your mood swings were never this bad, the timing and general mood would be fitting. But asking you is way too dangerous, maybe you’ll lose it completely if he brings that up. No, he’ll just stay nice and give you what you need at the moment.

“Do you even love me anymore?”

He comes closer, gently taking your hand into his much larger one while smiling widely at you.

“Sure, you’re the love of my life after all! Just tell me if you need something, I’m always there for you, okay?”

Your stomach is killing you, it feels like getting kicked by the horse over and over again. Deep within you know it isn’t fair to let that out on Yuji, but at the moment, you simply can’t control yourself. But when he’s looking at you like that, gently smiling at you with so much affection in his eyes…

“Maybe you can bring me some pain killers?”, you mumble.

“Will be right back!”

In the matter of five minutes, he returns with pain killers and chocolate in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other. Your heart melts away. God, how is this boy so precious? Is this really your boyfriend?

“Oh Yuji, thank you so much…”, you breathe out, tears stinging in your eyes.

He’s just too good for you. You treated him so badly, and him? He treats you like a literal princess.

“Everything’s fine, (y/n). I do that with pleasure!”, he reassures you, gently wrapping his arms around you while whipping your tears away.

“I’m sorry for lashing out on you like that and causing trouble”, you sniff against his chest, immediately regretting your words from earlier.

“No need to be. We all have a bad day sometimes! And now open up the chocolate and choose a movie."

Your orbs gaze up at him, admiring his loving eyes. Is it even possible to start a fight with this boy? It seems like he understands you like no other, always saying the right words. He is simply a blessing, a true sweetheart.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you reply, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

What a precious boy you are able to call your boyfriend.

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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I don’t think I’ve seen this yet but I seriously need your thoughts on jjk women (heavy on maki and mai (I’m a lil sad barely anyone talks abt mai! orz) and their gf who surprises them by wearing a lingerie for their birthdays as a lil present hehe (i can’t explain it but there is just smth different with wearing pretty lingerie for a pretty woman… gosh I’m melting, I want to be unwrapped by them)

Yeah a lot of people write for male characters, I think the most I've seen written for female characters is in the Arcane fandom.

Pairing: Nobara, Maki, Mai, Shoko, Utahime x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, lingerie, stripping, grinding, strap-on use, fingering

A/N: I mostly write requests so if you'd like to request more female characters you can.

Nobara picked out what you should wear, it was more like a gift for you. You thought it was odd for her to give you a gift on her birthday but she liked to spoil you with pretty things. You were her pretty girlfriend after all. Well two could play at that game. The look of surprise on her face when you lifted your skirt and reveled that you were wearing what she bought you... she didn't want to take it off but at the same time... god she was you'd look even better naked and fucking yourself on her tongue.

Maki suspected you had something planned for her birthday given how secretive you were for most of the day and how you shied away from her inquisitive looks. You won't tell her what it is, even with all the kisses she gives you but you do give her a clue, it's something that will require her to get her strap-on. You could have said more but it wasn't needed, she was already running to get it only to come back and see you decked out in pretty lingerie, ready for her to slip it to the side and fuck you all the while you're wearing that pretty gift.

Mai did notice you were taking an unusual amount of time getting dressed for the birthday dinner. Stranger was the fact that you didn't sit across form her, you sat on her lap. She welcomed the closeness always, but couldn't keep focused on the food when her hands wondered beneath your clothes, feeling the real reason you sat on her lap. Expert fingers took your clothes off little by little to reveal the prize underneath. She didn't want to move you, where you were was perfect, your breasts right in her face, so much skin to kiss, while you grind yourself on her thigh, leaving a wet spot as you do so.

Shoko saw you putting the lingerie on but didn't say anything. She would never spoil the surprise you had in store for her. Through the night she shows little ways of appreciation for this gift, kissing you when she can, always holding you close, riling you up with the tiniest touches on your neck and thighs but avoiding the most sensitive spots. Does pretend to be surprised when you reveal yourself to her but the one truly surprised is you when she rejects your offer to eat her out. There's a reason she skipped dessert, she wants to eat you, she wants you to ride her face while keeping that pretty lingerie on.

Utahime wants you to wear that all day for her birthday, only the lingerie and nothing else. That would be the best gift in her opinion, the gift of seeing you looking so sexy for her whenever she turns to kiss you, and your pussy easily accessible for her fingers whenever she wants. No time of that special day is spent without her hands, mouth or eyes on you, drinking in every movement, every reaction up until you strip for her at the end of the night and finally let her give you a gift of her own, the orgasm your pussy has been craving.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nobara x reader #maki x reader #mai x reader #shoko x reader #utahime x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujustu kaisen smut #jjk smut #x female reader

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blondbrat · 5 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 2 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23 +𝐩𝐭.2 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𐙚 — stoner!matt sturniolo

warnings ; smoking and rolling, f!reader, suggestive content (pt.2 will be the actual smut ) jealous!matt

you were huffing a bratty breath as you sit with chris, matt and nick — all of you slumped over the plushy coach as they make jokes about ur so called ‘inexperience’. it all started when you said it be fun to get a lil high :) and all three of them laughed !! they didn’t mean to be rude they thought u were joking :((

“fuck, you, want weed?” chris laughed in disbelief — making u cross ur arms and a bratty pout to fall on ur lips.

“I’m being serious!” you murmured !! knowing damn well the triplets did weed — especially the way matt always got ‘eager’ when his eyes were softly glossed over. you knew it giddily well !!

ur eyes found his, a smirk curling on his lips as if he could here ur naughty thoughts. “we don’ mean t’be mean ma just-“ matt drawled before nick interrupted him “have you even ever done pot?” he blurted bluntly. earning a protective glare from matt.

”yes!” you threw ur pretty arms up playfully — trying to act all petty but god, their grins were just too contagious !! “M’ dating matt for petes sake!” you babbled. you hadn’t technically ever done weed with him but ur weren’t just some goody two shoes :((

he shot you a surprised grin. chris patting him on the back mockingly as nick chuckled. “you’veh gotta’ point” you rolled ur eyes sweetly as matt scooted to the cushion next to u — of course he didn’t miss the look of amusement chris shot u ! swinging his arm over ur fluffy blanketed shoulder :)

“sooo?” ur beaming eyes darted between the three of them.

“I’m down but, fuck, don’ got none-“ Chris strugged — u could feel Matt’s hand rub irritatingly on your arm :(( he wasn’t loving the look Chris gave his girl !! nick noticed his glare “I do” u smiled sweetly. “damn then fuck let’s go-“ chris started before nick nudged him in the shoulder — Matt cutting him off. “nah she’s only got enough for me and her” he grumbled as he plopped u from fluffy coach — giving ur cheek a ‘shes my girl asshole’ smooch !!

it isn’t long before he has u plopped down on his lap. cuddling in ur silky bed as u scoop out ur lil fake jeweled box — ur special stash !! u had been waiting to do it with him

you can guess mattys surprise when he watches you roll weed into a pink, cherry tinted paper. your manicured fingers perfecting a pretty joint — grinning coyly when you inspect it with cheeky satisfaction. god enough you babble !! but matt couldn’t stop staring. his pants becoming awfully tight as he watches his girl — who always seemed so innocent to him, roll a perfect joint !! “damn, your good at that mama” he murmured. trying to hide his throbbing boner :(( u just looked so hot !! “pft, and your annoying” u giggle playfully. scrunching ur pretty face as u flick his nose. accidentally squirming on his lap !!

he steals the joint from ur grabby hands coyly :(( watching u pout as he brings it to his lips, taking a drag. his digits finding ur plush hips as the smell invades ur pretty senses — u snatched the pink lil thing slyly as u bring it to ur eager lips. you loved the cherry tint !! :) he’s so needy as he tilts ur chin — hot lips carassing urs as he licks the cherry taste from ur sweet lips.

eager drags are exchanged but ur eyes are already glossy and shiny, giggling at the littlest things as u nuzzled into his neck. “fuck mamas, thought ya’ have done this before?” he mocked — finishing off the joint as he gives ur dewy neck drooly kisses. teasing u that ur already so high in the clouds :)) “I have matt!” u giggled uncontrollably !! u kept bouncing ditsily on his lap !! was smt hard poking ur leg??

ur dazed eyes find his — half lidded and god, so hot !! ur brain suddenly remembering how horny he gets after some puffs you did too hehe ur puffy clit beggining to throb !!

”how bout’ we give a little sound show for chris, mm, ma?” his large hands finding ur plump ass :)) !! “let him hear’ whata pretty slut u are, mm?” sloppy smooch’s muffling his words

#𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 2023’#matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #smut #female reader #fem reader #x reader #blurb #smut blurb #꒰ matt my bb ꒱#꒰ chars fiction ꒱

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babyjakes · 1 year

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dreamy undoing.

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event | april '23 ddlg-themed blurb night

summary | when you need it most, ransom knows exactly how to clear out your pretty little head.

pairing | daddy!ransom drysdale x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. soft sweet doting daddy!ransom. toys: warming cream, clit pump, vibe, butt plug. fingering. soo much praise, a little dumbification, lots of "shhhhh"s which are my favorite hehe <3. reader cries a little but only due to pleasure. reader is tied up. multiple orgasms, squirting.

word count | 1,517

requested by 🫧 anon | Life has been so stressy lately and I just know that Daddy Ari or Daddy Andy (or any Daddy you feel like writing!) would put together the perfect plan to wipe all the stressy thoughts from their little one’s brain. Daddy would make sure she feels all safe and little first, and then maybe tie her up to show her some new toys he got for her as he tells her that he’s going to use them to make all her stress go away. By the end, all she can do is come and squirt over and over and over again as daddy makes her make a big big mess.

an | ohh bestie i'm so glad you sent in a toy request, i have been craving a good toy fic and this was perfectly timed for blurb night!! hope it's alright with you that i chose ransom, i just love him and miss him and always think of him first when it comes to toys hehe <3 also?? this was supposed to be just a quick lil blurb but the adhd medication got me completely carried away..... hope you enjoy >:-)

"There you go baby— shhh," Ransom's voice is the softest, sweetest thing you've ever heard as his gentle fingers spread the yummy-scented cream all over your poor little button. Your legs twitch against the ropes holding you open and spread wide for your daddy. Though you're all tied up in quite a punishing position, this is not a disciplinary session. Instead, the restraints are simply there for your safety, for your comfort. Ransom knows this is exactly what you need after such a grueling week of school and work; all he wants to do is let his pretty baby's mind melt away to nothing as he rewards her endlessly for all the hard work she's been doing.

"Mmm... Daddy," you mumble. Ransom hums along with you as he rolls your tiny knot of nerves between his fingers, the effects of the special cream not taking long at all to be felt. "Th-thank you Daddy, feels so nice, feels—"

"Shhh— you're welcome, baby," the dark-haired man leans his head in to press a kiss against your forehead as he works your sensitive clit with his fingers. "You just let Daddy take care of you, hmm? Don't have to worry about a single thing, sunshine. Need to empty out that pretty little head of yours, s'not good for a tiny baby like you to be doin' so much thinkin'."

From the little pile of toys he has sitting next to you on the bed, he grabs your favorite pump next. It's a simple device with a round plastic cup for your clit, connected to a small bulb that allows your daddy to work the suction manually. As Ransom uses his fingers to spread you out gently, fitting the toy into its place, your toes curl in excitement. "Need to get your sweet little button all puffy and ready for Daddy to play with, right baby?" he smiles as he sucks your poor clit up with a squeeze, earning an eager nod from you as he wiggles the pump carefully, making sure the seal is air-tight.

"Bet that feels nice— huh, princess?" he croons knowingly as he grabs the next toy: your pretty pink plug, custom-made with genuine Swarovski crystals embedded in the base. "Don't worry, angel. Gonna get it nice and slick for you, make sure nothing hurts for my pretty little girl." Eyeing your dripping folds, he hums in approval. "Such a good girl, getting so messy for me already."

Your mind floats safely through your tiny headspace as Ransom preps the plug with plenty of lubricant, earning a quiet whimper from you as he begins rubbing the blunted tip up against your puckered hole. "Easy baby, shhh," he soothes you once more, bringing one hand up to tap against the hard plastic encasing your clit as the other begins working the plug into you. He releases the pump before squeezing it again and again at a quick, teasing pace, your poor puffy button getting sucked up over and over by the tool.

Your breaths deepen, heart thumping faster and faster as your clit pulsates in pleasure, the sensation of the plug stretching you out in your most sensitive of places bringing you closer and closer to the edge in little time at all. Attentive as always, Ransom senses your growing arousal with ease. "Good girl, that's my sweet little y/n. That feel nice, baby? You like it when Daddy plays with your clit and plugs up your pretty little bottom? Poor little girl— so tight, aren't you?" he mocks pity, the heat in your tummy growing as he slides the plug in and out of your burning hole, letting it stretch you out as far as it can without quite giving you the satisfaction of inserting it fully to sit nicely in its intended place.

"P-please Daddy," you pout, bottom lip trembling as he toys with your ass, letting out a gasp as he sucks your needy button up fully again before plunging two thick fingers into your neglected cunt. "O-oh Daddy... thank you Daddy, I— please, please Daddy..." Ransom grins at the sound of your increasing desperation. The first orgasm is always his favorite; he loves dragging it out, watching as it creeps up slowly, then before either of you know it, all at once.

"There you go, babygirl. Just needed this pretty little pussy filled up, huh?" he sings, the pads of his fingers curling up against your tender ceiling as you grit your teeth, tears building in your eyes as you pass the point of no return.

"Please Daddy, I-I'm gonna— please," you heave.

"Go ahead, baby," Ransom murmurs, giving you a knowing nod as he works his hands faster, bringing you right to orgasm at his simple command, "cum for me. Theere," he hums, a satisfied look washing over his face as he witnesses you coming completely undone before him.

Clenching down against the plug and your daddy's fingers, you completely let go, gushing steadily against his ministrations. Your climax is long, steady, and intense, pathetic whimpers sputtering out of you once you finally begin to drift back down to earth. Ransom carries you through it with care, working your most sensitive places as long as he can to give you as pleasurable of an orgasm as possible. Only when you're finally winding down does he slow, bringing his drenched fingers up to his lips to taste your sweet juices.

"So good for me, angel," his voice is low, tender as he finally pushes the plug in fully, watching as it nestles itself perfectly into place against your trembling rosebud. Free hand coming up to rub your tummy gently, he coos as it still spasms lightly from your euphoric high. "So proud of you, sweetheart. Did so well for Daddy, that feel good?"

"Mhmm," you hum, gazing at him through half-closed lids as you soak in the dreamy waves of pleasure still coursing through your veins. "So good, thank you Daddy," you mewl sweetly.

"You're so welcome, little one. Now let's see here," he muses, bringing his attention back up to your clit as it sits swollen in its clear cage. "Oh my," he breathes as he lets it out of the pump with a pop, the magic workings of the device and the cream visible as the little bundle of nerves now sits completely exposed and hardened, just begging to be loved on. "So puffy, baby. Look at you," he enthuses, placing a hand behind your head to bring it forward, forcing you to look at your poor, abused sex.

"S-so puffy," you agree, eyes widening as he reaches for the bottle of lube, gently dripping some down against the knot of flesh. The sensation of the cool liquid hitting your most sensitive spot brings tears to your eyes once more.

"Think I've bullied your poor little button enough, huh?" he frowns as he grabs a small, cordless wand from beside you— another favorite. "Think it deserves some relief. What do you say, princess?"

"Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy," you drool as you rest your head back against the pillows once more, the sound of the wand switching on already overwhelming you with anticipation.

Pressing three fingers into your messy heat this time, Ransom gives no warning before bringing the head of the wand down to begin working over your clit. You jolt at the intensity, earning a light chuckle from the dark-haired man as he begins pumping his digits in and out of you once more, singing, "There, that's what you needed, isn't it? Just needed Daddy to tie you down and let you cum? How long d'you think you'll last this time, sweetheart?" he wonders aloud.

But you're already teetering towards the edge again, the wand being swirled over your throbbing clit in slick, steady circles enough to make your mind go completely numb. And that's all Ransom wants; that's all he's wanted from the beginning: to reduce you down to nothing but whimpers and moans, a drippy, darling mess at the mercy of his skilled hands. "Please... please..." Your vocabulary is shrinking by the second as his fingers speed up against your burning walls.

"You don't have to beg, baby. You can cum, can cum as many times as you need. Daddy's gonna take care of you, sunshine," he promises as you reach your second high, tears and spit dribbling down your chin as you squirt out against your daddy's hands once more. He praises you softly and sweetly, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as you can. Your juices crackle against the hum of the vibrator as you squeeze your eyes shut, heart pounding in your throat as you wait seconds, minutes, what feels like forever for the ripples of pleasure to finally subside.

"Hmmph... Daddy..." your own voice sounds miles away from you as you stay in your daze, head entirely somewhere else as you feel the wand being run up and down your soaked slit.

"Daddy's here, angel. Doin' so good for me— let's see if you can give me another one, hm?"

quietly tagging @onsunnyside in dis bc. dis is puff puff behavior fr.

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starryriize · 3 months

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coffee and kisses | sungchan

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: husband!sungchan and wife!reader

೫ summary: sungchan makes you breakfast plus a lil special something

೫ genre/word count: fluff and slightly suggestive at the end! 664 words!

೫ author’s note: this honestly could be longer, but i'm happy with this fr 🤭 hehe i hope you find this as cute as i did

6:30 am -

It was far too early for anything. You'd never been an early riser, but your husband never failed to wake up and make coffee, even while it was still dark out. There was a distinct smell of fresh waffles in the air as you groggily rubbed your eyes. "Mhm, love? What time is it?" Blinking a few times, you adjust to waking up, pulling your blanket over yourself.

"I made you a coffee, darling. And some waffles." Sungchan's voice was soft as he pressed a light kiss on your forehead. Reaching down, he turned on your bedside light. You look down at the plate on the table. It was a classic, something you've always enjoyed: waffles with syrup, cream, and strawberries served with a warm cup of coffee. Picking up the fork, you gently stab a stray strawberry, shoving it in your mouth.

You finish chewing, now fully awake before complimenting your husband. "Oh. That was delicious." Sungchan laughs, eyes crinkling at the edges, the kind of laugh that even after a year of marriage, you could never get tired of. "Hahaha, but love, you only had a strawberry!" Slapping his shoulder, you let out a giggle, teasing him that you'll get to it and there's such a thing called savoring.

The sky outside was less dark now, an almost light grey, blending into blue. The sun had yet to show itself, and you hummed happily as you took a sip from the coffee. He smiles, happy that you like the coffee, but he just wants you to try his waffles. "Do you want me to feed you?" The words spill out of his lips as though it's the most normal thing in the world. You raise your eyebrows at him as he picks the fork up, a perfect bite of the waffle in front of your closed mouth.

"Say ahhhh." You open your mouth, slowly chewing the waffle, savoring the bite. It had a homey taste with a slight hint of vanilla extract and butter. What you didn't realize, was the excess cream on the side of your lips. "Mhmph-" you finish the bite, swallowing it, before continuing, "Woah. Channie, I didn't know you were so good at making waffles!"

He lets out a laugh, leaning forward to bring his hand to cup your cheek. There was one thing about you that he absolutely loved about you: your moles. He swears that he believed it was true when you joked that you were kissed by angels and that’s how your moles appeared. There was one under your eye and one right beneath your lower lip. He knew there were more on various parts of your body, and he memorized each one as though there would be an exam on them any day now. That was months ago, and he still remembers where each of your moles are.

Looking into your eyes, he licks his lips, a little mischievous glint in his gaze. “Hm? Oh, love…it looks like you forgot some cream on your lips.” You feel heat rising on your cheeks as he captures your lips in his. He brings another hand to your cheek, so now both of his hands are on your cheeks. Kisses with Sungchan were always so gentle, yet filled with unspoken desire. You melted as he swiped his tongue past your lips, your mind becoming hazy. After what felt like hours but was actually minutes, he pulls away as you whine, wishing he could keep kissing you.

"Sorry but remember love, I have work." He gets up, smirking, knowing that you want more. The food on your table is most likely cold by now, but you didn't care. All you wanted was your husband back in bed with you. Making sure to give you one last kiss, he grabs his bag, but not before adding, "Be a good girl and wait for me. I promise I'll reward you as many times as you like when I get home."

#laur’s thoughts 🧚🏼‍♀️#laur’s valentine 💌#riize imagines #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize scenarios #sungchan x reader #sungchan imagines

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leesmustardgarden · 7 months

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Cooking with a Special Puppet Headcanons

P x (gn) Reader

Warnings/Tags: General game spoilers ofc, Sophia exhibiting the symptoms of an ED but there is a genuine canon Lore Reason I do not want to spoil sorry, P is a silly lil guy (affectionate), Gemini is a silly little guy (derogatory)

A/N: I miss taking culinary classes, so I coped by making this!! This was also an excuse to test out my new silly borders hehe

The first time you bring P into the kitchen, he accidentally makes a huge mess and feels so bad he starts avoiding the kitchen. If he needed you while you were in there, he’ll wait by the door until you come out even if it takes hours

It takes a lot of encouragement and patience to finally get him back in the kitchen, and even then he’s so careful of everything around him. It doesn’t always go well, and most of the time there’s still some accident that leaves a giant mess to clean up

It’s like watching a dragon in a china shop— every so often he catches on something and oh! Down comes all the pots and pans.

Gemini finds it hilarious but while he loves messing with P, he is also the one to tell him not to push it if he’s so stressed out and to take it little by little

P so sweet, he’s so caring and careful and yeah ok he can be mischievous but not in the sense that he’d purposefully make trouble for the people he cares for

In fact he tries to help you out by bringing around food for all the residents in the Hotel so you don’t have to do everything

Polendina takes Antonia’s meals to her and Pulcinella forces Venigni to actually eat when he forgets to

It’s very funny to watch, because as stubborn and eccentric as Venigni can be he cannot say no to his no. 1 bestie

Eugenié is silly and has to be reminded to eat (she gets too absorbed into her work), and Sophia usually refuses food. It’s worrying, but she says it’s alright and vaguely explains that she doesn’t need food 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

As the days go by and as he becomes more human and is able to control his strength better, he finally musters up the courage to ask you to teach him how to cook (which Gemini insists on being present for)

The first few times he is so shaky and afraid of everything in case it breaks, but after a few days he’ll start getting comfortable with the utensils and tools

Once he’s comfortable enough, he starts acting out small mischiefs and well

It’s hard to scold him when he’s finally overcome his fear of making a mess

“And then you carefully— No—“ The egg splats against the counter in seconds, spraying up to his freckled face. He pulls his hand up slowly, and with the most amused deadpan you’ve seen on him, turns his yolk-soaked palm to you. You don’t even fight the frown that settles on your face as Gemini coughs to hide a laugh.

“Nice one! I think—“ cough “— you’re getting better,” He says. You glare at him where P’s put him on the counter, and he laughs harder. You would strangle him, but that would probably just encourage the prick.

P looks innocently at you; his expression unchanging but a tilt in his shoulder gives away the fact that he knows what he’s doing. You’re sure that if he could laugh, he would be giggling in all his freckled cuteness. It softens your frown into fond exasperation as you reach a hand to wipe the egg off his face. He takes his clean legion hand and gently places it atop yours, pushing his cheek flush against your palm.

“Gemini is such a bad influence on you,” You say with a no heat in your voice. P looks up at you though his lashes, and you can almost see the mischief printed on his face.

“How am I a bad influence?” Gemini says indignantly, having the gall to sound offended.

You dip your hand into the bag of flour nearby, scoop out a handful, and throw it at him. He sputters and yelps, starting to complain. You’re too distracted by Gemini to notice the curious way P’s looking over at you and the bag of flour. He quietly slips his legion hand behind you when you move forward as your argument with Gemini progresses.

“That was actually so rude,“ Gemini says.

“Oh like you aren’t the one enabling him all the time.“

“When have I ever?”

“I don’t know— the art shop, for one?”

“That was such a long time ago!”

“Two days—!”

Flour hits your cheek, dusting your face in white. Gemini gets a second to laugh at you, before flour also hits him and his lamp topples over right into spilled egg. A bit away from you both, P is standing with his hands behind his back and the bag of flour peeking out from behind him. His face is twitching like it’s trying to smile, and you feel your heart melt at the sight. By the end of the day, you’re just glad the kitchen’s still standing.

#lies of p pinocchio #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #lop x reader #p x reader #Lee’s writing ✍️

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cookienha · 2 months

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☆ crush 101: how to ask your crush out

¦ gunwook x gn!reader, fluff

¦ warnings: -

¦ a/n: a lil cb before school starts hehe

I couldn't help but fidget nervously as I sat in my seat, my eyes darting across the classroom to steal glances at Gunwook, the object of my affection. He was engrossed in his textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration, and I couldn't help but admire the way his eyes sparkled with intelligence.

Today was the day I decided to put my plan into action, the plan I — or rather, my friend Gyuvin — had meticulously crafted after hours of scouring the internet for tips on how to get your crush to like you. It was foolproof, or so I hoped.

"Just do it, Y/N. It won't kill you," Gyuvin remarked, his eyes rolling in distaste as he watched me fidget nervously. "I'm a pro at making these types of plans."

I sighed, knowing that Gyuvin was right. After all, he had a knack for concocting elaborate schemes and had a long history of successful matchmaking among our friends.

"Fine, fine," I relented, summoning what little courage I had left. "But promise me it won't end in disaster."

He flashed me a confident grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Trust me, Y/N. With my master plan, you'll have Gunwook eating out of the palm of your hand in no time," he declared, his voice brimming with unwavering confidence.

And with Gyuvin's assurance ringing in my ears, I took a deep breath and prepared to dive headfirst into the carefully curated plan.

Step one: Be confident

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my posture and tried to channel all the confidence I could muster as I made my way over to Gunwook's desk.

As I approached Gunwook's desk, my heart raced with uncertainty.

We weren't the closest; in fact, we were never close. We were merely classmates who had barely interacted with one another. Our paths had rarely crossed, and our conversations were limited to brief exchanges in passing.

Would he welcome my sudden presence, or would he find it intrusive? Before I could overthink it any further, I cleared my throat nervously and mustered the courage to speak.

"Hey," I greeted him, offering a tentative smile.

Gunwook looked up from his textbook, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Oh, hi, Y/N," he replied, returning my smile with a warm one of his own. "Is everything okay? Do you need something?"

His genuine concern took me aback, momentarily catching me off guard. But I quickly recovered, grateful for his openness and kindness.

"Oh, um, no, I was just... passing by," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

But his smile remained unchanged, eyes eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Well, feel free to stop by anytime," he said, his tone inviting.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Gunwook returned his attention to his textbook, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth flood my cheeks.

Step two: Find common interests

"What are you studying?" I asked, gesturing to the textbook in front of him.

"Chemistry," He replied, his enthusiasm evident. "I've always been fascinated by the way chemicals interact with each other."

As Gunwook shared his enthusiasm for chemistry, I felt a pang of guilt knotting in my stomach. It was clear that this subject held a special place in his heart, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his intellect and curiosity.

While I admired his passion, the truth was, chemistry had never been my forte. It wasn't that I disliked chemistry per se, but it certainly wasn't a subject I was particularly passionate about.

But in that moment, I couldn't bear to admit it — not when it seemed like our shared interest could bring us closer together.

"I like chemistry too," I blurted out before I could stop myself, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush. It tasted like a bitter lie on my tongue.

Instantly, a flush of embarrassment crept up my cheeks, but I forced myself to maintain a composed facade, hoping to keep up the charade just a little while longer.

To my relief, Gunwook's eyes lit up with genuine interest. "Really? That's nice," he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "It's always nice to meet someone who shares my passion for chemistry."

As we delved into a discussion about our favorite chemical compounds and reactions, I found myself struggling to keep up with Gunwook's enthusiasm.

But despite my lack of genuine interest, I couldn't deny the thrill of being able to connect with him on a deeper level, even if it meant bending the truth just a little.

Step two: Find common interests (maybe lie a little)

Step three: Break the ice with humour

As Gunwook and I continued our conversation on chemistry, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease lingering at the back of my mind.

While our shared interest had provided a starting point for connection, I knew that genuine chemistry couldn't be built on a foundation of falsehoods.

Determined to steer the conversation in a more authentic direction, I racked my brain for a way to inject some levity into our interaction. And then, inspiration struck.

"You know," I began, mustering up a playful grin, "They say that chemistry is the study of matter, but I think it's more like magic."

Gunwook's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but to my relief, a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "Magic, huh? I like that analogy," he replied, his lips quirking into a smile.

Encouraged by his response, I pressed on, eager to keep the momentum going.

"Yeah, think about it — mixing two elements together and watching them react in unexpected ways. It's like witnessing a mini fireworks show right in the palm of your hand," I continued, my enthusiasm growing with each word.

To my delight, Gunwook chuckled, his laughter echoing softly in the air. "You have a way with words," he remarked, his gaze softening with genuine warmth.

Step four: Spit the truth

Emboldened by his positive response, I decided to throw caution to the wind and lay my cards on the table.

"So, um, I was thinking... Would you be interested in grabbing coffee with me sometime?" I blurted out, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if Gunwook was lost in thought, causing my heart to race with uncertainty. I began to fidget nervously, worrying that I may have overstepped or misread his signals.

But then, to my relief, a warm smile spread across Gunwook's face. "Sure, I'd love to," he replied, his eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

As relief flooded over me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for what the future held. "Great, it's a date then." I said, unable to contain the joy in my voice.

With plans in place, I bid farewell to Gunwook, feeling a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. "I'll see you after school," I confirmed, earning a nod from him before turning to head back to Gyuvin sitting at the back of the class.

I happily skipped over to the boy who sat with his arms folded, expression unreadable. "It worked!" I exclaimed, bursting with joy.

His eyes lit up with curiosity as he glanced up at me. A smug grin spread on his face, "I told you my plan would work," He remarked, chuckling.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity and my stomach fluttered with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, stealing glances at the boy sitting near the front of the class, the anticipation of our impending coffee date heightening my senses.

Maybe I'll admit the white lie on chemistry later, I'd thought, chuckling to myself.

#zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #gunwook x reader #park gunwook #gunwook fluff #gunwook imagines #gunwook #zb1 gunwook #zerobaseone gunwook

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cantwritethetword · 3 months

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Donna, Human, Yes

Fic Descript: During an argument, Donna discovers that the doctor has a rather human weakness. When he insists he's not ticklish, she has to prove him wrong.

~A/N - I RETURN FROM THE DEADDDDDDDDDD

Yes writers blocked kicked my ASS last year (aside from squealing santa, i feel like i did ok with that one hehe) but I'm back with this lil fic.

I watched the Doctor Who specials FINALLY and I cried so many times omfg it was so good to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate back together again being lil chaotic besties through all of time and space, so of course I had to write something for it !!!!

And you are bearing witness to the magic of my adhd meds in action !!! I've been so productive in the last hour it's great !!! (EDIT: didn't write this in an hour, just to be clear. took me a little while but ADHD MEDS WORKED FOR BOTH TIMES YAY)

Just something cute and fluffy af ^^ love you all <3

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @carrie-tate

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The bond between Donna and The Doctor was certainly one for the ages.

Human words couldn't do justice to the type of bond they had, at least that's what The Doctor claimed in his newer, more openly emotional regeneration. Their love was too strong for just the term of friendship, too close for anything romantically implied, too adoring to be siblings. Even the term soulmates had a particularly selective connotation to it that left a bad taste in The Doctor's mouth.

Nevertheless, it was clear they could hardly live without the other. There was enough love between them to power galaxies, and knowing their history neither would be surprised if it had.

And it was this closeness, this fierce tenderness, that led to discussions such as this. Displays of deep affection half-heartedly disguised behind harsh tones and disgruntled gestures.

"You may be a high and mighty Time Lord, but you're still an idiot." Donna huffed, as the TARDIS finally settled after takeoff.

The Doctor scoffed. "I'll try not to take that to heart, and I thought that escape went quite well!"

"YOU THOUGHT-" Donna stopped herself, breathing deeply to try and contain her shit that was threatening to lose itself. "The only reason we even STARTED to escape was because I PUSHED YOU TO THE EXIT!"

"Well yeahhhh..." The Doctor rolled his head, letting his eyes drift away from his companion's. "But-."

"But NOTHING." Donna interjected. "It's the same thing every time! You start running your mouth and saving the day, and that's wonderful, but you don't know when to stop!"

"Donna I-"

"Let me finish." She snapped, raising a pointed finger towards him and stepping closer.

The Doctor held his hands up in front of him with a gentle nod of the head.

"You drag yourself through hell, running and ranting and... and sonic-ing!"

A small snicker escaped The Doctor, but he straightened his face almost instantly after when her angry look didn't waver.

"You can't control yourself!"

He didn't dare argue.

"I always have to pull. your. arse. out.!" She accentuated each of the last words with a corresponding poke to The Doctor's torso.

And while she expected the pokes to help get her point across, she definitely was not expecting the almost childish giggle that spilled out of his mouth. Or the awkward jerk his body made to cover the ribs she had prodded.

But Donna wasn't stupid. She didn't waste any time in a state of surprise, no she jumped straight to (correct) conclusions.

"Oh no way." She grinned, creeping closer to the now incredibly flustered Time Lord.

"Now Donna," The Doctor began, his mouth twitching upwards in a nervous smile of self-betrayal. "You don't know what this is."

Donna gave a singular breathy chuckle. "Nice try sunshine, but you're not yapping your way out of this one."

"There are countless reasons why... why I would... flinch away from you like that!" He continued rambling.

"I know ticklish when I see it sweetheart." She smiled sweetly, though there was nothing sweet about the predatory glint in her eyes.

"What?!" The Doctor tensed, almost frozen in place at the mention of the word. Though quickly forced himself back into talking his way out of the situation in a faux-calm tone. "Uh, Doctor, Time Lord, no."

She smirked, stepping closer to him.

"Donna," she paused, reveling in just how much she was getting to him. "Human," she paused again, less than a few feet away from him. "Yes."

And then she lunged.

Her hands met his sides and The Doctor curled inwards, his arms tangling themselves in a fruitless effort to push her away.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of Donna's fingertips clawing against the fabric of The Doctor's shirt, before he finally cracked.

Bubbly giggles spluttered out of The Doctor's chest as he folded forwards, allowing Donna to slip behind him and trap him in a bear hug. His knees slowly buckled, and (with no chance at keeping someone his height upright by herself), Donna followed his squirming body to the floor.

"Dohohohonnahaha!" He squeaked between bouts of helpless laughter, but her name was barely comprehensible amongst the childish noises she tickled out of him. "Ihihihi-!... wahahai-!... stahahaha-!..."

She chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands climbed up into his armpits. "What was that?"

He couldn't reply with anything other than a squeal, writhing for a few seconds before his body finally submitted to the playful torture. He tried to splutter a few words out, but nothing could make its way through the torrent of giggles currently occupying his voice box. THe man had gone practically limp, aside from his hands which were still seized up like a tyrannosaurus rex.

"I never thought I'd see the day..." Donna shook her head in amusement as she skittered her fingernails around his collarbones. "That anyone would render you speechless."

"DOHOHOHON-! WAHAHAI-! IHIHIHI-!"

She laughed again. "Keep trying space man."

"IHIHIHI-! CAHAHAHA-!" He chortled, his hands suddenly free enough to slap themselves to his cheeks to cover his embarrassment.

"Whaaaat~?" She teased, rapidly poking him in one side while squeezing the other.

"IT TIHIHICKLES!" He somehow blurted out, before breaking into cackles as Donna transitioned to dual-hand squeezing. "DONNA PLEHEHEASE!"

It was Donna's turn to cackle, though hers was much shorter and much more controlled of course. "It tickles, does it? I had no idea."

Aside from the odd jolt when Donna hit a particularly sensitive spot, The Doctor had gone practically limp. All that laughter had fully sapped his energy, and he was leaning his back against Donna's chest to keep himself upright.

Taking her chance, Donna once again decided to change her position to further destroy the man. Sliding back from under him (taking care he wouldn't fall back and whack his head on the TARDIS floor - she wasn't that cruel), Donna pulled his arms from covering his face and stretched them above his head.

In his state of ticklish delirium, The Doctor didn't quite notice what was happening. Assuming she had finally taken pity on him, he focused on catching his breath with a stupid grin still stuck to his face.

That was until the moment her shins pinned his arms to the floor.

He locked eyes with her, now fully aware of just how screwed he was. With Donna kneeling above him, she had full access to the armpits she had assaulted with ticklish claws just moments ago.

"Nononono Donna you can't!" He begged, legs kicking wildly with every word. "You'll kill me!"

She shrugged, "You'll regenerate." before putting her typing skills to good use and pitter-pattering her fingertips against his underarms.

The Doctor clamped his mouth closed, thrashing his head to one side with his eyes screwed shut in a soon-to-be vain attempt to not react to the unbearable sensations radiating through his body. But even a mighty Time Lord could only hold out for so long.

After less than ten seconds (which The Doctor would later argue was a rather impressive length of time), he crumbled. The childish, high-pitched giggles returned and he was once again a mess beneath Donna's touch.

"Oh!" Donna gasped, slowing her fingers in response to the Doctor's slightly wheezy breathing. "And if you do regenerate, I'll be the first person ever to tickle two Time Lords!"

Aside from the occasional titter, The Doctor could finally gain control over himself again. He gulped mouthfuls of air as Donna climbed off his arms, and slowly sat up next to her.

"Not-" He panted, still more than a little out of breath.

Donna chuckled. "Take your time."

"Not tw-" His huffing interrupted again. "Not two."

She gave him a quizzical look.

"Even if I-... regenerate... I'm still the same... singular Time Lord." He corrected. "You've only tickled the one, and to be honest it happened a lot back on Gallifrey so you're not particularly sp-"

She barked a singular laugh, cutting him off. "God, you really don't know when to shut up."

His confusion turned to giggly panic when Donna pushed him back to the floor again and sat on top of his hips. "Nononono Donna not agAIN-!"

#crow's tickle fic #doctor who tickle fic #tenth doctor tickle fic #is the ending kind of abrupt? idk please tell me lol #this was a cute fic tho i like it hehehehehe

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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that drunk fic was beautiful 😂

now I just wish for Y/n who was Aegon's bff, frat boy Aegon and his buddy who always got into the worst of trouble and were a riot to watch at bars, strip clubs/or tavern and whorehouse, they were always around and somehow Aemond grew up and got engaged to them.

he's always in a state of between 'the love of my life, my dear heart' and 'oh gods there's two of them'

Aegon: *face down at breakfast beside his plate of eggs, groaning loudly*

Y/n, still a little drunk and nursing a goblet of dragon-scale coffee while Haelena (who loves them) tells them about her spider: "hell yeah"

Aemond: "I can't not marry them."

haha thank you so much, I am so glad I have wonderful people gracing my inbox with their brilliance. I wrote a lil blurb of the morning after the "worm" incident with hungover Aegon and reader hehe

"Aegon, you have scrambled egg on your face." Aemond's voice, soft and low as it was, grated against every aching part of your brain.

"mmmpfth." Aegon answered, making little effort to clean himself, instead choosing to remain with his cheek pressed to his full breakfast plate.

"Articulate."

"Stop talking, Aemond."

You took a cue from Aegon and laid your throbbing forehead against the cool wood of the table, luckily it was just the three of you at breakfast that morning. You shut your tired eyes against the crisp dawn light.

"I am surrounded by drunkards, it seems."

"Stop talking, Aemond!" You and Aegon spoke together, your groans of pain harmonizing in the dining hall.

"And churls." Aemond huffed, you heard his chair scrape the stone floor as he rose, making no effort to be quieter.

Footsteps approached where you sat with your head against the table. You sighed in relief, feeling long fingers begin caressing your scalp. The clink of a cup being set beside you caused you to sit up, Aemond still massaging your head.

"A special concoction to help with the hangover." Aemond said softly, giving your scalp a few more strokes before moving over to where you could see Aegon still laying in his food.

"Drink this, brother! Helaena made it, she's become quite adept at the crafting of such potions being married to your sorry personage."

Aemond made no effort to be gentle with Aegon, practically slamming the cup of hot dark liquid onto the table next to Aegon's puffy face, bending over to speak loudly into his ear.

"Fuck you." Aegon complained, nevertheless he sat up enough to drain the mug.

"Hmm. Next time, you will stop refilling my wife's wine goblet the first time I ask, or I will do much worse."

#aemond x reader #aemond fanfic #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond imagine #aemond oneshot #aemond drabble #prince aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fluff #aemond stannies #hotd aemond x reader #aemond targaryen drabble #aegon ii fanfic #aemond one eye x reader #aemond fanfiction

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ravenstargames · 10 months

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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #4 | 07.31.23

Ahá! What is this?! Ravenstar Games' fourth devlog?! More likely than you think!

Before we start, we want to apologize once again for the inactivity and thank you for your patience. Our master degree has ended as of today, but September 15th is the day on which we must hand in everything we have done during the year. That means that technically, we still have to work until then—BUT we are back on track with Lost in Limbo and our plans for the game, and we are beyond excited!

Without further ado, let's jump right into it! 💜

So of course our most important milestone has been finishing our first key art! Yaaay! 🎉

We'll use this piece as a header for our socials, as well as an overall banner for steam, itch.io, etc. Raquel did an amazing job as always with this piece, and I had the pleasure to assist her with a few details and post-editing! We are so so happy to finally have this in our hands, it has made us feel like FINALLY we can work on our game again! :')

There's also of course the Barbie artwork, which was in the making for a long, long time. It was a silly little thing we wanted to do since Barbie was announced, and Kayden worked super hard to finish it right on time!

<<The Midnight Tower. It was there before our kind took its first breath, and it will be there after the last one is long gone.>>

Not really a background, but not a CG either—let's say this is a small sneak-peak of the demo! This is one of the first things you'll see while playing, and a core part of LiL's adventure; the Midnight Tower, a mysterious entity that seems to be somehow connected to you.

I'm already working on animating this piece; the inky fragments will float around, the fog will move, and you'll be able to join this little raven on his journey to the top! Special thanks to Kayden who was in charge of this one!

You can also see the tower in our key art, if you haven't noticed. It's great to see how LiL's lore and story is evolving and seeing the light slowly but surely! 💜

This month we are happy to show you the provisional main title screen for Lost in Limbo!! 💜 As per usual, I will animate the stained glass wheel to make it spin (like the logo in our webpage, hehe), and the fog will dance around with some nice particles!

All the screens for the game are done and we are waiting for our UI artist to send the files over so we can start programming and do some screenshots. We would have liked to do this during May, June and July (the months we knew would be packed with school work) but this has not been possible as the files have not been sent over to us yet. We hope we can get them soon enough!

These past months have been a rollercoaster thanks to our master degree, but we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Things have been mentally draining for us all because we wanted to work on our game, and there was always the fear of people "forgetting" about our project, (or worse, thinking we had suddenly vanished to never come back), but we had to focus on our grades.

When we started two years ago, we knew this would be difficult, but I think none of us expected the hardships to be this way. To avoid writing a wall of text, let's just say that when you create something, you want to protect it; you want people to see it bathed in the sunlight you see it under, and the fear of it being disappointing or not enough is something that has hit us hard recently because of our inability to work on it. BUT THAT'S OVER!

To end this on a happy note, we have to give our endless thanks not only to you all, for still being here ready to welcome us back, but specially to @crescencestudio (and I, Seyl, am incredibly grateful to them) for being one of our biggest supports during the past few months! We have been struggling besties and talking to them has been one of the few things keeping us sane. SO THANK YOU!!! 💜

#lost in limbo #indiedev #visual novel #otome #devlog

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typh0nas · 1 year

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You’re Always On My Mind(Pt. 2)

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Content Warnings: fluff to somewhat angst back to fluff again, ALSO it gets kind of suggestive towards the end so just a heads up

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Ike Eveland, Mysta Rias(Platonic), Nina Kosaka(Platonic)

Authors Notes: hehe :)

ALSO i snuck a lil reference into this, so if you can guess what I was inspired by, props to you :)

[Part 1] [Part 2: YOU ARE HERE]

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You’re Always On My Mind(Pt. 2)

It’s been a few months since that one stream, and you and Ike have resumed normal relations as per usual. For the most part at the very least, unfortunately for you, you haven’t stopped your pining for him which somehow seems to build up more and more with each passing day.

Thankfully for you, you found yourself getting away from your computer and streaming for a few days when you found yourself invited to join one of Nina’s off-collabs. What she failed to mention was that she also invited Ike. So imagine your surprise when you, Mysta, and Nina are all sitting around one mic and Ike bursts through the door with a bababooey. You find yourself at a loss for words silently cursing at Nina but turning back towards the screen, smiling softly. “Well well chat, look what the cat dragged in.”

You hear a noise of protest as Ike takes a seat beside you, shaking his head. Feeling your heart rate speed up exponentially, you turn away from Ike, lest your expression betrays you with how warm it felt. “So anyways, as I was saying-,” Nina turns back to the screen, a slight smirk on her face.

After stream, you find yourself wandering into the kitchen of the Air BnB, opening the fridge, and popping open a can of coke. You smile fondly as you hear the screams of your fellow coworkers, Fuu-chan's infamous tea kettle wheeze, and Nina cackling echoing from the living room into the kitchen. ‘Probably playing Mario Kart or something,’ you shrug to yourself, moving to close the fridge door. A hand reaches over your shoulder, preventing you from shutting the door. You yelp in surprise, turning around to see Ike leaning over you to grab a can of Coke for himself. Despite reaching over you, Ike seems just as startled as you, seeing you suddenly turn around to come face to face with him. “Oh! My bad, I probably should have waited,” he said, a faint flush on his face as rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. You shook your head vigorously, smiling at him, “Nah it’s fine, you just caught me off guard.” The two of you stand there in silence until Ike breaks it by cracking open his can. It made a satisfying hissing sound followed up by the sound of Ike’s small gasp of relief after he took a sip. You couldn’t hide the way your eyes trailed down from his lips to his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat from each gulp he took, and you had to avert your gaze before your traitorous eyes gave you away.

“Were you going to join them?” you gesture towards the living room area with your head, where you can hear Enna hurling out a string of colorful words demonstrating her vocabulary. Ike shook his head, “I’m actually a bit worn out from my flight, but I wouldn’t mind some company….someone to talk to,” he smiled gazing at you. You placed a hand on your face as if in mock surprise, “Wow! Ike Eveland asking for me specifically? I must be something special hm?” you teased him, a grin on your face. Uncharacteristically, you can see a faint flush on his face as he turns away, “It’s nothing like that, I just like your company. I don’t know how to describe it but I feel at ease when I’m with you. Is that so bad?” You find yourself at a loss for words and you find yourself suddenly chugging your Coke to try and ease up the warmth on your face. Unfortunately for you, you find that you drank it perhaps a little too quickly causing it to go down the wrong pipe. You choke, quickly whipping up your elbow to cover your mouth as you double over trying to stop your coughing. Ike reaches a hand over to rest on the small of your back to help support you.

You stand up, grimacing at yourself. “Sorry, seeing your friend choke on their drink probably wasn’t the way you thought your evening was going to go huh?” You laugh, finding yourself emphasizing the ‘friend’ part of your statement. Ike frowned, your words seemingly putting him deep in thought. “Friend? I would argue that you’re more than a friend to me.” You blinked, confused by his words, “What do you mean? That’s what we are, are we not?” you tilt your head to the side, gazing at him curiously. Ike opens his mouth as if to say something, but stops himself, “I just….y’know what nevermind,” he shakes his head, turning around to toss his now empty can of Coke into the recycling bin. You panic a bit, eyes wide as you watch his figure retreat out of the kitchen, “Ike? Did I say something wrong?”

Ike’s steps falter, as he looks over his shoulder at you, a gentle yet somewhat despondent smile gracing his face. “No, you didn’t say anything wrong, don’t worry. I’m gonna go rest, I’m tired. Goodnight Y/N.” he cuts himself short, heading towards the stairs to go upstairs. You watch him walk up, and for some reason, you’re not entirely sure what compelled you to do so, but you move after him, climbing up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest. “Ike wait!” you barely make it to the top of the stairs, grabbing onto his hand, right as he was going to shut the door. Ike jolts, staring at you in bewilderment, his eyes wide. “Ike listen to me….did I say something that upset you?”

He hesitated, something rare. Usually, Ike was so decisive and quick to make decisions, but at the moment, he seemed so unsure as if he was treading on eggshells. “Well…” he paused, refusing to meet your gaze, “Earlier, when you called me just a friend….well, for me I would consider us something more than that. We’ve grown pretty close these past few months so I just-” He let out a sigh, trying to recollect himself, “Call me oversensitive, but it just rubbed me the wrong way, I guess. There wasn’t anything wrong with what you said, don’t worry.” Ike moved as if to continue shutting the door, but you jammed your foot against the bottom, preventing him from doing so. Instead, you pushed it open more, a concerned expression on your face. “Ike….are you trying to say what I think you are? That you…like me?” You’re absolutely flabbergasted at your own statement, and you can feel your face flush with warmth involuntarily as you stare at the ground, flustered.

“Well, I might as well be truthful at this point. I do, I really do. I like you a lot Y/N. And…well I thought that, maybe we could have been something a bit more, but what you said earlier, you don’t reciprocate my feelings, do you? And that’s fine, I wouldn’t want you to force someone that you don’t have feelings for.” You stare at him, unsure of what to say, his words still dawning on you. Tentatively, you took a step forward into his room, and thankfully Ike didn’t stop you. "You like me? You’re not messing with me right?” you ask quietly, as if afraid of hearing his answer.

“I do, I’ve liked you for a while now. But I suppose it doesn’t matter now,” a hint of bitterness can be heard in his tone, “It’s fine, I have nothing more to say.” He moves to shut the door, but your foot holds steady. Against your better judgment, you press a hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “Ike….I like you, a lot in fact, and I’ve been scared to tell you about this because I wasn’t sure that you would feel the same!” You bite your lip, taking a deep breath to steady your shaky body, “It’s just crazy unfair to me, how I could like you so much,” you added. Realizing how close you were to each other, you moved to give him some space, but his arm wrapped around your waist holding you firmly in place. You can feel him pulling you in closer, his chest pressing against your body. You can hear his breathing against your ear and a light chuckle that escapes his lips. “You’re adorable, do you know that?” You practically combust on the spot from how close his lips were to yours, all you would have to do is turn slightly and your lips would meet. “A-adorable? Me??” You reluctantly detach yourself from where you’re pressed up against him. “Yes, you.” a fond smile dances on his face, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. There is a brief pause before Ike speaks once more, “Y/N…let’s make what you said about, ‘friend’ earlier, null and void. And from now on…” he leans in brushing a hand behind your head, cradling it in his palm, “You never forget just how much you mean to me.”

Ike’s lips are on yours and before you realize it, you’re pressed up against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair. You let out a noise of surprise as your mouths move with each other as if in a dance. “Dammit…” you hear Ike curse when the two of you part for air. In one swift movement, he takes off his glasses setting them off to the side, continuing to make out with you, his hands running up along your sides. You barely notice when he lifts you up, pulling you towards the bed, his foot, tugging on the door shutting it behind him.

Bonus:

The door shutting upstairs wasn’t anything alarming to Nina, but judging by the scuffle she could hear from upstairs and the fact that you hadn’t come back downstairs told her everything she needed. “I win, you owe me big time,” she grins at Mysta, sticking her tongue out. “Goddammit, fuck me.” He shook his head, “Took them long enough, all that lovey-dovey sexual tension between the two of them was starting to get to me.”

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inkykeiji · 21 days

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Girl please stop writing alastor, if I cum again I'm gonna throw up 😭❤️ you're too good at writing himmmmm I think the way you characterise him is *exactly* the way I imagine him to be... he definitely makes you undress at night too, he sits there with a mug in his hand, watching you strip, he makes a fucked up ritual for everything. He probably bathes you himself while tending to your stitches cuz why would he ever let you do that? You won't do it right, not the way *he* does it....

OH OH OH and I've been meaning to ask you for the longest while: is the cut he gives reader during "make a mess of me" the one that tends to in the short piece where reader ripped open her stitches while wearing white?

I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this month's period is easier on you ❤️

AHAHAHA oh my gosh anon!!! ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞ you’re so sweet aaaah thank you so much, that is SUCH a huge compliment!!! i really love writing alastor and exploring him as a character, i find him super fascinating and rly fun to write!! <33

omggg you are absolutely right, he 100% turns your undressing + bedtime routine into some sort of sacrament he controls; after he’s brushed your teeth and washed your face and tended to your hair, he picks out your pjs, watches with that smug satisfaction as you pull off the outfit he assembled for you this morning and slip on the cute lil nightie he’s selected for tonight. there’s a certain type of pride glimmering in his eyes, barely dimmed by the steam curling up from his tea; something sharp and bright that flares with each of your obedient actions, something that glows with the potency of such powerful ownership. and then, when you are finally finished and ready to curl up in the fluffy lil bed that sits in the corner of his room right next to his writing desk, he allows you to kneel at his feet, chin resting on his thigh as slim fingers tenderly unfasten that precious collar, still weighted around your neck <3

oh, of course! tending to your wounds—his wounds—happens to be his favourite ritual; well, right behind gifting you those injuries, that is. he always forces you into the clawfoot tub, even if you don’t necessarily need a bath; always makes sure the water is just a hint too hot, so he can devour that adorable little wince the moment the water stings your skin; and always cleanses your body head-to-toe, paying special attention to the gashes and bites and scratches he’s etched into your flesh—new and old. he revels in the sweet little gasps he pulls from your throat when he presses a touch too hard, the precious little hisses spit from between clenched teeth when he grinds soap into a fresh cut, murmuring out in that syrupy tone, oh, does that hurt, sweetheart? <3

ah good question!!! it is not the same wound, no (though u could read/interpret it that way, if you want to!), in my mind they were two completely separate incidents hehe c: aw thank u so much! uGH i spent most of today in bed writhing in pain >.<

#my period is REALLY kicking my ass this month #like kicking me in the gut #knocked me on my back for real #lmaooooo but anyway!! thank u so much for this ask!!#i hope ur having a fab weekend bb <3 pls stay safe n drink water!!#inky.alastor #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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atinyniki · 3 months

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soft thoughts on Nat? (that valentine's gifft makes ne wonder)

authors note: this is literally the cutest ask ever omfg… also ive never done soft thoughts on anyone before…?! heheh im excited (also this might be super inaccurate bc im kinda projecting but… wtv) anyways this one is probably going to be long-ish, but it can be read as gender neutral. (i got help from zehina and kylei too btw :P) also normalize men being soft in relationships please!!! they don’t always have to be the tough guy :3 i hope most of it is right @writingforstraykids hehe :3

nat has to love cuddles. it’s the same thing over and over again. you’re sad? “come cuddle 🥺” you’re tired? “come cuddle 🥺”. she’d give the best cuddles too, which leads me into the specifics… nat would hold you close to her and fondle your hair while cuddling. if you’ve read her fics, that’s one of the things she talks about most. just laying down with her while she massages your scalp and rakes her fingers through your hair like agh 🥺💕 she’s so cutie

another thing, nat really hates when someone is in pain. if an anon mentions that they’re upset, she always asks what’s wrong. and she’d do the same to you, so so so incredibly caring. she’d always ask about your day, and you could talk for hours on end, but she’d pay attention the whole time. and if you asked her to recite everything you just said, she’d parrot it right back 💕

when you have a tummyache, nat would kiss and rub your cute lil tummy till you’re content. she hates seeing her baby in pain, and does anything she can to make you feel better. just imagine small little pecks across the soft skin, her nose nuzzling into your plush with every kiss 🥺

nat gives compliments. a lot of them, to just about everyone she knows. but what if you were to turn the tables? she’d get so blushy, trying her best to stay composed. if you were to shower her with compliments, she’d get so red. especially when in public. just small gestures to show your affection and some praises thrown around here and there is enough to get her all warm and fuzzy 🥺💕

nat cares deeply about every one of her friends, so what’s to say she wouldn’t care for her lover the same? of course, she shows everyone so much love, but once you’re the one being treated this way, everything changes. everything she does and says comes directly from her heart, and she’s never afraid to show you how genuine her words are.

nat is godly at aftercare. there’s nothing she loves more than taking care of her love. she always makes sure you go to the bathroom after and runs you a bath. even after a soft scene, she will always reassure you and make sure you know how much she loves you. her heart just about bursts whenever she hearts your heavy breathing and soft snoring as you fall asleep in her arms 🥹

when it’s gloomy out and you want to go outside, the two of you will drive around for hours. nothing is better than spending time with your lover, and long drives with the light pitter-patter of the rain in the background also gives you some more time to talk to eachother. when she’s driving you, she likes to intertwine your fingers with hers and place her hand onto the gear stick, just to feel you close to her. and since you’re traveling so much, you normally try a new place to eat! kind of like a special occasion ☺️

kissing nat is so sweet too. with the small pecks here and there, as well as the steamier moments you have with her, you will always be able to feel how much she loves you. kissing is never exclusive to just the lips either, and i’m sure she’d kiss all over your face if she had the chance 💕

it’s basically impossible to hide your feelings from nat, considering how attentive she is. if you talk or text a specific way, she can tell exactly how you’re feeling just based off of that. this ties back to the point about comforting. she’s constantly checking up on you, providing as much comfort as she possibly can. she never wants her baby feeling upset 🥺💕

nat is an amazing artist. if you’ve ever seen her art, you’d know. imagine going on a nice picnic date, feeding eachother fresh fruits and doing silly poses while sketching eachother. bonus points if it’s springtime, picking flowers and braiding them into her hair 🥺 you could be there for hours with her and never get bored, not when you’re in your lovers arms with the light breeze brushing against your cheeks >//<

kisses were already mentioned, but lazy/sleepy kisses deserve their own section. you both work hard, as one does, and sometimes it’s hard to talk to eachother when you’re drained of all energy, and so is she. so what do you do? you hop into bed with her and curl into her, planting lazy kisses to her face while half-asleep. there’s something about these kisses that are so intimate, recharging you after such a long day. the two of you end up getting so comfortable that you just fall asleep in eachothers arms, lips still brushing against each others 🥺

pda with nat sounds soooo sweet. just holding hands while in public or linking arms? kisses to the cheek while walking and talking? hugs while you’re at small gatherings and watching the smile grow on her face? she’d get soooo giggly and so so happy. we all know how cuddly she is, so chances are she’d do it right back to you :3

being with nat will always feel like a dream. at some points, you may even think she’s too good to you, because that’s just how amazing she is. she loves with her entire heart, and she’s damn good at it too. you will never feel neglected or unwanted with her, not with the amount of attention and love she gives you. with all the constant reassurance, the compliments, and the sweet gestures, there’s no doubt that she loves you hehe <3

#nikitalks #nikis mooties <3 #atinyniki #mummy nat 😵‍💫💕#fic…?#soft thoughts

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Hi mooody blue :) I have a request for a little!Elvis who's in the army and maybe he got told off by the generals by doing something that he didn't mean to do and he's trying so hard to not regress but he can't hold it in and calls CG!reader(who's at Graceland) for comfort and he's like a babbling, crying mess🥺😭 This idea has probably been used already but uhh I'm a newbie to Tumblr so- hehe

i have such a soft spot for little!army!elvis !!! ty for the request ❤️

pairing: little!army!elvis x cg!reader

wc: 929

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elvis felt like he couldn't catch a break. between the harsh realization of his momma’s passing and then leaving you for two years—he felt so lost all the time. some of the men in his unit were kind to him, treating him like he was just one of the guys, but some weren't all so nice to him. he wanted to be treated like a normal individual in the army, not as elvis presley.

he couldn't wait to get home and curl up next to you, to be taken care of just like his momma used to. you’d taken the sudden role as a caregiver or as his momma shortly after she had passed. he couldn't live without being coddled or babied, he needed that escape from his own life.

although he was okay being treated like everyone else, he felt as if people were being too strict and too harsh on him compared to the others. one screw up and he was getting yelled at by a general. sometimes he wished he got special treatment.

he always tried to do everything by the book, just what he learned in camp. but it seemed he was always doing something wrong.

some time had passed by since gladys’s funeral and he was back to being treated like nothing.

during a checking of everyone's bunks, he’d gotten caught with something he wasn't supposed to have—a prank pulled on him from one of the guys. someone slipped something under his mattress as a joke and as a result, he had gotten yelled and screamed at for something that wasn't even his fault. even after hours passed by, he could still feel the warm breath and spit on his face from the lecture.

instead of having lunch, he escaped to make a call—his brain unable to fully process what had happened earlier. it was like he was running home to his momma, except he was calling you for a bit of love and to be told he wasn't a bad boy.

the moment he heard your voice on the other line, his eyes lit up, looking around before getting close to the phone. “m-momma…momma, it’s elvie.” he said softly. “i-i-i ain’t doin’ too good…”

your brows furrowed, holding the phone close to your ear as you sat back at graceland. “what's going on, baby?”

he sniffled on the other line, wiping at his eyes. “i-i wanna go home, momma. they're n-not treatin’ me nice, momma.” his voice cracked quietly, his eyes still shifting around the room. “‘m not a bad boy, am i? t-they keep….they keep yellin’ at me a-and just…and just….well…i-i-i’m—”

“hold on, honey.” you interrupted. “who's yelling at you? what's going on?”

“t-the guys played a mean prank on me a-and i-i was the one who got in trouble.” he tried so hard not to cry, especially knowing he was probably going to get teased for it if he got caught. “i don't like it here, momma.”

all you wanted to do was pick up the poor boy and cuddle him for the rest of eternity, to protect his poor lil' heart. he’d been through so much already, why were they giving him such a hard time? “i know you don't, el.” the sound his soft sniffles and whimpering on the other line broke your heart. “what are you doin’ right now, baby?

elvis looked down at his feet, shoving a hand in his pocket and kicking at a bit of dust on the floor. “i’m talkin’ to you.”

you rolled your eyes, “i know you are, silly.” laughing softly. “what are you supposed to be doing right now?”

“s-supposed t’ be havin’ lunch…..” he mumbled.

tsking, you shook your head as if he could see you. “you know momma hates when you skip your meals, baby.”

“but i-i-i don't wanna deal with the guys, momma.” he knuckled at his eyes, sniffling again. “i wanna go home and be with you.”

“i know you do, honey. you have to be a big boy, though. gotta toughen it out. you still have that lil’ teddy bear i sent you?”

his eyes lit up, a small smile appearing on his face. “i do! i do!”

“good boy!” she grinned, “whenever you feel tiny or you want to run to momma, you hug that bear nice ‘n tight. remember, you're elvis presley! you've got someone to run home to once this is all over. you're not a bad boy, those guys are just jerks.”

“not a bad boy?” he repeated back, his voice soft.

“not at all, el. they're the bad ones, not you.” you nodded. “you show them who's boss, don't let ‘em get to you.”

“okay, momma. you're right, you're right.” he looked around him, checking his surroundings. he got closer to the phone, “momma?”

“yes, baby?”

his cheeks turned pink, using his hand to cusp the phone. “i love you, momma.”

you tried to fight off your own tears, missing your sweet boy desperately. a sad smile formed on your face, “i love you too, elvie. go eat lunch, okay? you're doin’ a good job bein' a big boy for momma. you gonna be okay?”

he sighed, “yeah….i guess so. you won't forget about me right?”

considering you were stuck inside his home for the next two years, it was a bit hard to forget about him. your eyes darted up to a framed photo of elvis that gladys had put up when they first moved, chuckling softly. “how could i ever forget about my precious baby boy?”

#elvis x reader

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