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torialefay · 3 days

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Prompt 7 with either Chan or Lee Know please

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Whatever Makes You Feel Better. Period. ❣️

〰️ boyfriend!leeknow x menstruating!reader

〰️ synopsis: having a particularly painful period has left you feeling pretty crummy. that is, until your boyfriend gives you some much-needed relief

〰️ reader has period, but otherwise is gender neutral.

〰️ warnings: period sex (hands only for now... part 2 maybe?), minors DNI 🔞

〰️ word count: 1k

• you'd been holding your belly all day, pressing down in hopes that it would provide any ounce of relief. usually your periods were never this debilitating, but this time was different.

• once your boyfriend noticed, he invited you to sit in between his legs so you could lean back into him while he rubbed your stomach and warmed you up.

• minho wasn't usually the "sappy" kind, but when the time called for it, he always took such good care of you.

• as you laid back against him, you couldn't help but let out small moans and sighs of relief as your pain let up, minho gently rubbing all of the cramps and tension away.

• as he kept massaging with one hand, the other snaked around to find your own, holding it tightly while he tried to focus his eyes on the tv ahead.

• "thank you baby," you whispered into his neck as you smiled, relief flooding over your face. no, more than relief. pure bliss. you let out a tiny moan as your head rolled back happily, soaking in your new-found peaceful state.

• minho would have done anything to keep you frozen in time so that he could look at that face all day. he knew it too well. the face he'd always make you give to him, but this was the first time he'd seen it outside of having sex with you. he'd be lying if he said that it wasn't an instant turn on.

• "you don't have to thank me, jagi," he smiled, planting a kiss to your cheek. you felt as he shifted back in his seat a bit, giving room to a slight hard feeling pressed against your back.

• 'really? he'd be into this?' you thought. you weren't opposed to period sex, it's just that you'd never really... thought about it before.

• but you couldn't be for sure that's what this was about. you decided to test your little theory.

• "babe? can you massage a bit lower?" you asked sweetly, waiting in anticipating for him to move down.

• you were patient as he dragged his had from your lower stomach to the area just above your pussy. he pressed softly, kneading his way into the skin and then going deeper.

• you gasped at the way that it almost fully resolved the pain. your breath was taken away as you arched your back and leaned back even further into minho, whispering words of praise to him. "fuck that feels so good," you strained out, hoping he'd go on forever.

• and then you felt it. the bulge behind you growing even harder. you were partly hoping that he didn't know you could feel it, but the other part of you couldn't give less of a fuck.

• you heard his breath hitch before quickening, trying to still himself. he didn't want to get lost in this. not when he thought it would weird you out. but boy was he wrong.

• "you know baby," you started again with a teasing smile, "they say that orgasms help the most with cramps." you began to move your hips the slightest bit as you waited for him to catch your words.

• "i think you could probably use that right now, don't you?" he smirked back. he used one arm to hold tightly around you, locking you into him. the other hand went down just a bit lower, going down to start palming your core over top of your pad. normally, you were team tampon, but bedtime was always a time to take them out. you definitely weren't regretting that decision now.

• you felt all the muscles in your lower half relax as minho started rubbing his hand deeply into you, making sure to go over top of the pad so he didn't make a mess.

• he'd been with you enough to know exactly what you liked... and exactly where your clit was without having to go searching for it. he rubbed tiny circles around where he knew the most sensitive part would be resting underneath.

• it sent tingles up your spine as he hit the right spot repeatedly. you felt yourself grinding into his hand instinctively as he went, giving you more and more delicious friction.

• the harder you both went, the closer you got to your orgasm. you knew it would wash over you quickly.

• minho took the chance to take solid bites along the side of your neck. he was making sure that every single part of you would be distracted by the pain.

• as you felt him push even deeper, circling your clit and working it up until you couldn't take it anymore, he ran his tongue along the outline of a new bruise forming on your neck.

• at that, you lost it. you couldn't help but to let out the loudest moan of your life as your orgasm washed over you with such strong intensity that you weren't even aware you were capable of.

• as you convulsed around him, minho never stopped his hand, making sure he rode out every last chance to help you feel better.

• once you'd finally calmed, you breathed quickly trying to catch your breath, realizing now how dry your mouth had gotten in the process.

• "well," minho chuckled a bit to himself, holding you in a tight bear hug from behind, "did it help?"

• you rolled your eyes as an annoyed smile came over your face. "i think so. maybe a little," you joked, nuzzling back into him.

• he kissed the top of your head before resting his chin on your crown for a moment. it was almost as if you could feel him pondering overhead. after a final few seconds, he cocked his head to the side.

• "if that felt good jagi..." he trailed off for a moment before finding his words. "then maybe we could try a little bit more?" he questioned, almost nervously.

• you couldn't help but smile at how cute he was. you turned your face to look at his own.

• "is this your way of telling me you want to fuck me while i'm on my period, lee minho?" you cocked a brow, taunting him in the most sensual voice you could muster.

• "that depends." he slid his hand back down now to cup around your pussy. not to put you through anything further, but to claim it as his own. exactly where he should be resting himself. "would you let me?"

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bigmammallama5 · 10 months

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pulling a 12 hour shift at the wood kiln this weekend kinda set me back with my shoulder/neck trouble i've been having. but i did go to pt yesterday and we tried dry needling for the first time (two in my left trapezius, on the top near my neck) and what the fuck. i dont understand how that all works and usually approach it with a healthy amount of questioning but my muscle released and i feel so much better. i didnt hurt when i got up today lol other than im sore where i got stuck (and yes im still doing my exercises im gonna get a good grade in dont screw your body up)

(we also think that muscle is the culprit for my nerve tingling in my hand, that reacted during the procedure and has also since improved)

#stupid rant is stupid #needles #dry needling #bodies are fucking weird #take care of your bodies yall or youll be in your early 30s on your 2nd major bout of pt #i have one extra visit to see how im doing in two weeks so i hope i can keep improving and not slide back again #like i will say dry needling didnt hurt except for when he took one of them out #i didnt feel them go in and felt pressure #but what was really weird was you target the contracted muscles and it makes them twitch and spasm a little to make them release?#so like the first one i got maybe three rapid twitches and the second one i got one really big one #which didnt hurt but it was surprising bc it was the spasm without the pain #like how your muscles twitch when tired or after a work out #and then it was like almost instant relief it was just. so weird. and i am open to having that done again if needed #and it didnt tighten up again over night i almost cried lmfao #anyways #it also made the muscles in my jaw relax too which was amazing #i carry my stress in my shoulders and neck lol

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xanaxspritz · 2 months

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a continuation of this post. cw: lactation kink, pregnant!reader, breastfeeding, nursing handjob, minors DNI.

being pregnant for the most part wasn't fun. the first trimester consisted of constant headaches, nausea, and so much fatigue. now early in your second trimester you could feel your breasts grow more tender and even bigger, full with milk.

choso is a supportive partner during your pregnancy in more ways than one. he's overtaken all domestic duties in your apartment so you don't overexert yourself. he cooks and cleans, holds open every door for you. you weakly complain that you don't need the help, but choso insists. he knows you.

so when he sees you holding your breasts in pain, he knows he's needed.

"may i?" he asks.

"please" you sigh.

getting into position on the bed, you lay his head down on your breasts. you pull your tits out of your tank top, feeling the weight of your milk. you coax some out of one nipple, the pearly translucent white liquid slowly dripping. choso's breath hitches in anticipation.

slowly guiding his mouth to nipple, he sucks gently, mouth filling with the sweet taste of your milk.

"its so good baby" he moans into your nipple.

you feel instant relief.

choso licks around your areolas before going back to drink your sweet milk. "youre tits are so full of milk just for me" he moans again.

he sucks you dry before switching to the next one. you could see a tent growing in his pants. you reach down to take his cock out and stroke his length, surprised to already feel precum leaking out of his tip.

feeling some sort of weird mix of pain and pleasure, you can feel the wetness growing between your legs as he drinks more and more out of you. watching him nurse felt intimate, almost nurturing. and he's clearly enjoying himself, his eyes are closed in pure bliss, one hand holding on to your breast like its a bottle.

he fits both nipples into his mouth in one final suck before he let's go, cumming into your hand. he sighs happily as the last few remaining drops fall on his face

"so good" he repeats.

"would you be willing to make this a nightly thin? " you ask shyly, "they hurt when theyre full of milk"

"anything for you" and you know he means it with all his heart.

#this was fun #jjk smut #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso smut #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #jujutsu kaisen choso

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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The art of flexibility- 141

Based on a request:

hii!! here to make a request if this makes u uncomfortable or ur just not in the mood, feel free to ignore !! 141 x flexible! reader and im talking really flexible. and 141 walks in on reader doing one of these poses just a fun idea i thought of!!

GN!Reader, flexible!reader

A/N: The picture for the poses will be at the end :)

It was a usual day at the base. Breakfast, meeting, training, another meeting, lunch and then working out. But as their day finally was coming to an end, Gaz and Soap wanted to try some new moves out. Ghost said he was willing to watch and Price too, mainly because he was bored. Who would be the subject of the newly discovered moves? You. The only one who fell into the trap of volunteering.

"Alright mate, just stretch a little and then we start to see if what we learned can be used in the field," Gaz spoke as he and Soap smiled at each other. In their minds, you wouldn't be able to fight them off.

You slowly started to stretch your arms and legs, it wasn't anything too advanced, yet. Ghost and Price made small talk as they waited for what the sergeants wanted to show them. Once Gaz and Soap were done doing some basic warmup, they turned to you who by now was raising your leg higher than any of them thought possible.

Price panicked a little, Ghost was more amused but he would not let himself feed your ego.

"Mate, this is literally unfair," Gaz complained as he knew the first move he wanted to try would not work on you. Soap was almost like a child, crossing his arms and pouting just a little. "Fuckin' well, first last week with ya speakin' Hindi and now this? Try 'ard." It was not your intention to show off such skill but you know that you had to warm up and stretch enough for whatever those two had in mind.

Then you arch your back and touch your ankle while doing so. The poor men didn't know a human could even do that. "Alright, Grim, you'll fucking break yourself, stop that." What a concerned father was Price in this instant. Ghost and Gaz moved their head as they watched you arch your back, curious little things they were.

"Price, tell 'em to stop, they are ruining Gaz's and mine moment."

"Quit crying ya baby." Ghost says, never taking his eyes off the weird position you were in.

Price walks to you and then physically stops you, makes you stand up normally and sighs in relief. You look at the men, three of them surprised, confused and amused, the other mad like a child.

A/N: I literally am terrible at describing this.

Tags: @josieguts

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blitzyn · 21 days

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a different method final pt

teacher!zhongli x m!reader

request: drop by to ask will there ever be a chance for part 3 with teacher zhongli? i dont know man. him and reader are so cute together. maybe i am crazy??? wanna see reader actually tries his best and gets his reward-

part one | part two

a/n -> oh my god i need francis mosses and wriothesley to fuck me right this INSTANT

wc -> 4k

cw -> praise, anal fingering, anal sex, mating press, desk sex, semi-public sex, teacher zhongli, student reader, not beta read

You were nervous. Jitters ran along the length of your spine and pooled in your chest, leaving a deep cavity that filled with anxiety. Why were you so anxious in the first place? It’s just a test. You’ve taken plenty of them during the course of your life.

You tried to play it cool, masking your face with a facade of nonchalance, hoping no one could see how clammy your hands were getting or your heartbeat, or the sweat rolling down—oh god was someone looking at you? Could they see through you? What if they could read your mind? Did they know that you were secretly trying to get your teacher to fuck you again?

You forced to stop yourself from physically deflating in relief when they looked away. Seemed like they were just looking around the room in an attempt to search for a hint or an answer to the question they were on. Right. The test. You’d finished it not too long ago, and now you were in the overthinking stage, wondering if you could’ve worded something better or if a different answer was right, but you forced yourself to calm the fuck down. You studied for this (surprisingly) and you were sure that at least half of your answers were correct. Hopefully.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard your teacher speak, notifying the class that there was five minutes left, and you could see a few write faster as they tried to finish on time. Those five minutes felt like an eternity, watching the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock above the door leisurely make its way to four, then three, then two, one… thirty seconds, and…

Finally!

You took your time packing up, watching your classmates rush out of the door, eager to leave the boring room. It wasn’t until the last person made their way out did you walk up to your teacher’s desk, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

“May I help you?” He questioned, offering you a brief glance as he reached over to grab the pile of test papers. It was frustrating how he could just ignore your past… ordeals like they were nothing, but you were determined to claim your keep.

“Can you, uh, grade my paper? Now, I mean,” you requested, trying to fight off your growing eagerness, but it seemed that it didn’t matter when he quirked an eyebrow. He gave you an unconvinced look, leaning back on his chair to properly look at you, searching your eyes for something. “Please,” you hastily added, hoping it’d be enough to convince him.

“Why not wait until next week?” He seemed to have found what he was looking for as he relaxed his expression, crossing his arms across his chest. “Is there something urgent?”

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off, pursing your lips. You weren’t sure how to explain without sound too eager, but you were almost ninety percent sure he knew why you wanted him to grade it now. “I wanna see how I did. ‘Cause… I studied this time. So…”

An intrigued glint shone in his golden eyes, and his head bobbed in a slow, understanding nod. He returned to the stack and scanned through the list of names until he found yours, pulling out the answer sheet to look over. It was silent for a while, save for the occasional scratch of his pen and the obnoxious tick-tock of the clock. You crossed your arms across your chest and examined the room absentmindedly, finding it too weird to watch him grade in this silence.

“You’ve done well,” he suddenly spoke, the richness of his voice gently guiding you out of your thoughts. “Congratulations.”

You saw that he rotated the paper to you, letting you look at the numbers that adorned the white page. 47/50, it read, marking this your highest grade yet.

“That’s good,” you hummed, risking a glance up at him, only to find him already watching you expectantly.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” He questioned, and you could’ve sworn that he had the faintest of smirks. It was gone as quick as you saw it, but you were sure it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you. You paused, feeling the uncomfortable weight of embarrassment creeping in your mind, stopping the words on the tip of your tongue. What were you so nervous about? You did good and everyone knew he didn’t go back on his word.

“You said you’d reward me if I did good,” you reminded, leaning forward a touch too eagerly.

“Did I?” He replied, his expression unchanging even when it was clear what you wanted. “The reward was the knowledge and understanding of this unit. Are you not satisfied?”

Fuck.

“Oh. Uh,” you were mortified—how could you not be? Technically, he didn’t specify what the prize would be. You just assumed it’d include him fucking you like the last two times. You stared at him, pursing your lips, not really bothering to hide the obvious displeasure in your face. “If I say no, will I get something else?”

The corners of his lips raised in a smug smile as he intertwined his fingers together, resting them atop the smooth wood of his desk. You noticed the familiar glint of amusement in his eyes and groaned softly. He was just messing with you.

“I suppose so,” he said, beckoning you closer to him with a refined hand. He flattened it along the curve of your hip, gently guiding you to the edge of his desk as he stood up to press himself against you. “You’ve done well today. You must’ve been very determined to get what you wanted, hm?”

You nodded slightly, almost shyly, shuddering at the feeling of his hand sliding down your pelvis to palm at your crotch. He was (not so) surprised to have felt you already hardening under his touch, but he didn’t comment on it, instead giving your cock an experimental squeeze. Your knees nearly buckled, grateful to have the desk supporting your weight as he stroked and explored your body.

“You’re more sensitive than the previous times we’ve done this,” he noted, leaning back to slot his thigh between your own and tilt your bashful head up. His grip was firm, unrelenting, raising goosebumps along your arms at his—frankly strange—strength. You hardly paid it any heed, of course. It just added to his appeal. “Have you been anticipating this moment since then?”

He refused to let you look away, tightening his grip on your chin to make you meet his golden eyes. You hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before steeling your nerves. He said you could have this, so you were going take it.

“Yeah,” you replied, rolling your hips into the palm of his hand needily. You bit your lip at the jolt of electricity that traveled up your spine, sending your senses into overdrive. You could smell his cologne—it was rich and smooth, subtle and fitting for a man like him. He was all you could feel, hear, and see as his hand made its way to the front of your pants, deftly undoing the button to tug them down.

“My, I can’t imagine how pent up you must be to be this aroused already,” he teased, his cheeks raised in a minuscule smirk. He swiftly pulled his gloves off and ran his hands ran over the curve of your thighs this time, sliding along the underside to lift you onto the desk. You tensed when the cold surface met your heated skin, but it was soon forgotten when you watched him slide your boxers off, breath hitching as he wrapped his hand around your cock.

He pressed his thumb onto the sensitive head, giving it a quick rub before lifting it, noticing the thin string of precum connecting his finger to you. He tightened his hold again to start jerking you off, listening intently to the slick noises and your breathy moans. He could feel his own dick beginning to harden, straining against the fabric of his slacks, but he ignored it for the sake of pleasuring you.

His touch was addicting. Hypnotizing. Entrancing. Anything and everything under the sun because you couldn’t get enough of how damn good he was. He knew just how tight to squeeze, the right pace, what made you shudder and squirm. The build-up was slow and delicious, clouding over your mind until your thoughts were hardly coherent enough to speak out.

“Damn—you’re… you’re good,” you shakily panted, eyes darting between his warm, strong hand and his own irises. Your cock throbbed, twitching at the sound of his low, amused chuckle. You clutched at the edge of the desk hard enough to make your hands shake, thighs flexing as you writhed. Though, you were careful enough not to accidentally kick him.

“I’m flattered you think so,” he responded, moving himself so that his hip pressed one of your thighs wider. He felt you hook your leg around his waist and tighten when he moved his hand away to prod his fingertips against your lips, wordlessly demanding entry. Eagerly, you complied, opening your mouth to let him press onto your tongue and gather your saliva.

You hummed at the feeling before closing your lips around them, gently sucking on them as you gauged his reaction. You couldn’t catch his overall expression shifting, but you did see his eyebrow raise the slightest bit and feel his cock throb against your ass. He let out a breath when he felt the suction alongside your tongue swirling around his skin, coating his fingers in your saliva. He pushed them further down, resulting in a soft gag from you. He held them there for a moment longer before pulling away, watching you break the thin trail that connected you to him with a swift swipe of your tongue over your slick lower lip.

Without missing a beat, he reached down, and you were fully expecting to feel him prod at your hole, but his hand targeted the handle of one of his drawers. You huffed impatiently and rolled your eyes when he pulled out a bottle of lube, listening to the sound of the cap being flipped open.

“Was the whole finger thing really necessary?” You grumbled, gasping slightly when he tugged your hips forward just enough so your ass hung off of the edge. You gave him a weak glare when he poured some of it on your asshole directly, tensing and shuddering at the sudden temperature drop.

“No,” he replied smoothly, easing his fingers into you. “But surely you didn’t expect to be the only one enjoying himself?” He questioned rhetorically, pumping them in and out slow enough so that the wet squelching was the only thing you could hear. “I also had no intention of using my saliva this time.”

“Could’ve started by now,” you said under your breath, mildly bitter that he had you gagging on his fingers just ‘cause he felt like it.

“Have patience,” he murmured, jabbing his slender fingers into your prostate in response to your vulgar words. He jerked you off with his free hand, paying close attention to each of your reactions, down to the minuscule twitch. “I know you can do that. If you can pass a simple test, how much more is waiting to you?”

You remained silent, swallowing the impending retort. You huffed through your nose, watching his hands expertly working your body better than you’d ever have. Your hips jerked and your cock pulsed rhythmically whenever he curled his slender fingers into that one spot that had you seeing stars. It was hard to keep quiet, and you were sure he was making this as difficult as he possibly could for you.

The heat in your belly intensified with every second—with every jab to your sensitive prostate and stroke along your painfully hard dick. Your labored breaths came out in quick pants, hitching when he teased the leaking tip. You were fully expecting him to take his time, to feel the gradual buildup, so when he suddenly speeds up, you accidentally let out a loud moan.

He gave you a sharp look, reminding you that you couldn’t afford to be loud despite not letting up. You swiftly clamped a hand over your mouth, weakly glaring at him for the sudden onslaught of stimulation, but you could hardly keep up the attitude for long. You squeezed your eyes shut and squirmed, nostrils flaring at the effort as your hips jerked every so often.

“F–Fuck, sir,” you panted, your eyebrows furrowing when you looked up at him pleadingly. “I’m gonna… m’gonna cum.”

“Go ahead,” Zhongli murmured, watching you intently. And, like his rich, smooth voice was a trigger, you did. You bit down on your lip so hard you nearly punctured it, unable to completely muffle your moans as the sounds slipped past your hand. He didn’t scold you for it, instead deciding to continue to move his hands, milking out as much cum out of your cock as he could before you started to whine at the budding overstimulation.

He let you take a moment to gather yourself, shifting to grab a tissue and wipe his fingers clean. He turned back to look at you when you sighed, leaning back to place most of your weight on your palms.

“Do you need a break?” He questioned, placing his hands back on your bare thighs. He was in no rush despite having his painfully hard dick straining against his pants, and you were internally impressed with his self control.

“No,” you replied without missing a beat, hooking your knee around his waist to tug him closer, but he hardly budged. “Fuck me. Now. I’ll be fine,” you urged. It seemed that demands were your strong suit this time around.

“Learning to have patience will benefit you greatly,” he said, and you watched the way he took a deep breath in a manner you knew meant that he was about to go on a long tangent of life lessons or something along the line. You gave him a pleading look, to which he acknowledged with yet another subtle, smug smirk. Good lord, when he wasn’t in a serious setting or teaching, he could be a pain in the ass. Literally and figuratively.

“Stop doing that,” you huffed, but you could hardly maintain that (already weak) sense of annoyance when he moved to undo his pants, eyes quickly and instinctively making their way towards his cock. You could see the tip of it beading with precum and the way it flushed an angry red.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow what you’re trying to imply,” he responded, all of his amusement fizzling away to make room for the faux ignorance. He reached over to grab the bottle of lube to pour a generous amount onto his palm and rub it along his dick, creating quiet squelching sounds that, now that you thought about it, made you cringe.

“So you just casually have lube laying around?” You questioned, looking back up at him curiously like you weren’t about to have sex. You had a strange relationship, honestly.

“I got it recently. Based on your reaction towards our last session together, it was easy to assume that you’d make a genuine effort,” he said, wiping most of the lube off his hand with a tissue before hefting your thighs up his broad shoulders. “You’re quite predictable.”

You didn’t bother to refute this time, wincing slightly at the tension to your lower back. “Ow—careful,” you hissed, shifting to get comfortable when you paused suddenly, feeling the head of his cock press against your asshole.

“You’ll be fine,” he gently assured, resting his free hand beside your head. “Bear with it.”

He pushed forward—gently this time, unlike the way he so roughly shoved himself inside you like the first time. You tensed regardless, mildly uncomfortable with the burn that came with his entry.

“Relax,” he murmured, rubbing a hand on your thigh in a comforting manner, coaxing your relaxation forth. He sank in slowly, breathing in deeply as he fought the urge to shove himself in one go. It felt better this way, he realized, taking his time instead of rushing it out of the sake of irritation. “You’re doing well. Just breathe.”

You nodded sheepishly, resting your head back against his desk. Your chest fell and rose rhythmically, making yourself relax to make things easier for both you and him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip and grunted when he finally buried himself all the way inside you, listening to him grunt in satisfaction.

“Fuck… is it me, or did you literally get bigger?” Your voice was strained, breathy and shaky. Your legs tightened slightly around his shoulders, staring at him needily.

“No, nothing about me has changed,” he chuckled softly, finding your state humorous. “But you have. You’ve improved your character within this room and proved that you’re more than capable of passing my class. You’ve made me proud, [L.Name].”

“Oh. Haha. Really?” You laughed awkwardly, turning your head to the side bashfully. Butterflies fluttered within your stomach at the praise, feeling a sudden rush of giddiness that you were hardly able to hide. “I guess I am doing better, huh?”

He nodded in response, his golden eyes softening. “I will begin now.”

You gasped, instinctively looking down to watch him pull out a bit and softly push back inside. You shuddered at the drag of his cock against your prostate, biting your lip once again to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat.

He moved rhythmically, his gaze locked on your blissful expression. His cock throbbed as he slid in and out, again and again, targeting your prostate with pinpoint precision. “You’re taking me so well,” he muttered, grunting softly, your soft moans mixing in with the wet, gentle slaps that filled the room.

“Shit—don’t say stuff like that,” you stubbornly said, slapping a hand over your mouth when he jabbed his dick up against your prostate with a sharp thrust.

“No? But is it—” He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing when he felt you squeeze tighter around him, letting out a strained, labored breath. He tightened his fingers into fists that had his knuckles turning white, pressing his hips against your ass firmly for a moment before resuming. “But is it not the truth?”

You rolled your eyes, using your lack of momentum to kick his back with the heel of your foot. “You talk too much…”

“Is that so?” He retorted, a faint smirk gracing his features as he bent down lower, brushing his lips against your ear, and ignored the strained grunt you let out at the added tension to your back. “Then what would you like me to do?”

You hesitated, shivering pleasantly as his breath ghosted the shell of your ear. “Harder. Go harder.” The two of you remained silent for a beat, and you quickly realized he was expecting something else. “Please.”

“Good boy. Just because I’m doing this for you doesn’t mean you simply forget your manners,” he scolded lightheartedly.

And, like clockwork, your jaw snapped open to argue, but he wouldn’t allow it this time. He rammed his cock so hard in you stars danced through your vision, your body tensing and clenching down tighter around his cock. His breaths came out shallow and labored, focused on churning your insides to mush while you tried your damn best to keep yourself from getting too loud.

“Fuck—oh my God, sir, please—” you choked out, hands scrambling for purchase. You covered your mouth with one and buried your fingers in his hair with the other, inadvertently tugging on the strands and messing up his ponytail. “Wait…!”

“Is this not what you wanted?” He rhetorically questioned, his voice low, not needing to raise his volume over your surprised and needy moans. “A shame,” he continued, finding no desire to let up any time soon. He panted harshly into your neck, letting his eyes squeeze shut as he savored the feeling of your tight hole fluttering and pulsing around him. This closeness was unwarranted and wrong, he of all people knew that. But as you whimpered and whined into his ear, he also found that he didn’t mind it.

All that could be heard were the resounding slaps and your poorly concealed noises. The desk creaked slightly, straining under your combined weight as he kept you pinned down with his body, ignoring the quiet rustle of paper as a few fluttered off the desk.

“Fuck, m’so close, sir,” came your muffled words, eyes rolling in ecstasy as you dragged your hand down to clutch tightly at his back, fingers desperately curling into his clothes. “G-Gonna cum—don’t stop!”

“Quiet,” he shushed you, giving one of your thighs a brief pinch before he grabbed hold of your weeping cock to stroke it in time with his movements. Slick sounds emanated from you as he jerked you off with dexterity, stoking the raging heat in your belly. “I know you can lower your voice. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

You meekly shook your head, letting go of his back to place both hands over your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself jolt up and down as he rammed himself into your ass rhythmically. Your legs tightened slightly around his neck, searching for something to cling to. You were so close and you knew he was aware of it. He refused to let up, pushing you higher and higher, groaning when you tightened around him reflexively.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your hands hardly able to catch your voice as you came hard, body shuddering and convulsing. He squeezed your dick, slowing down considerably to help you through your orgasm, sweat rolling down his temple at the shared body heat and the effort to please you.

He pulled out with a grunt, letting one of your legs fall off his shoulder as he reached down to quickly jerk himself off, sighing in satisfaction when he finally came. You shivered, resting an arm over your eyes in exhaustion as the two of you basked in the afterglow, chest heaving up and down as you panted hard.

“You’ve done well,” he murmured, cleaning his hands off with a tissue to massage your trembling thighs, giving you a moment to recompose yourself. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks…” you replied, taking your arm off your face to look at him. He was disheveled--the most unkempt you've ever seen him. You sighed gratefully when he moved your remaining leg down to grab another tissue and wipe off his and your cum that landed on your stomach.

"Here, take this." He handed you a bottle of water, fixing himself as soon as you accepted it. "It'll do you well to rehydrate yourself, especially after an intensive session such as this."

You drank a generous amount, wiping your mouth after you put the bottle down to retrieve your pants and underwear when he handed them to you. "Thanks. Again."

"Of course." He nodded, giving you more space to put your clothes back on, watching you with a soft expression. "It's getting late. Would you like me to escort you home?"

"I'm okay. I live, like, what, ten minutes away by foot?" You shook your head, wincing slightly at the ache in your back. You stood up and stretched, yawning, as you made your way away from the desk. You noticed a piece of paper on the floor and bent down to grab it, flipping it over to place atop the surface, realizing that it was your test that fell. Staring at the red numbers for a moment longer, you were overcome with a sense of embarrassment.

Man, the things you'd do for dick.

"Don't expect any leniency from me, [L.Name]," he said, walking over towards the window to open it, letting a fresh breeze carry the smell of sex outside. "My demands still remain."

"I know," you sighed, feigning dejection before you grabbed your stuff, walking towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you then."

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velvetmud · 1 year

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tongue ring temptation

your father’s neighbor and close friend joel is fixated on your tongue piercing and fantasizes about all the things you could do with it.

warning(s): 18+ smut, dbf!joel, 69ing, daddy kink, dirty talk, age gap, let me go on…….

not a request, just an idea I had cause I think tatts and piercings in weird places is hot. dad’s best friend!joel is late 30s/early 40s, meets reader when she’s 18, takes places while she’s mid early 20s. joel is for sure a weirdo.

au no outbreak, just the dad’s best friend dynamic is so taboo and hot imo so I had to join the bandwagon and write this filth. anyways!!! thank you for clicking and reading and interacting:) it’s seen and super appreciated !

honestly, you didn’t know how the word got around about your new tongue ring so fast. either way, when your family tried asking about it, you declared it as nothing but a fashion statement. and sure, there’d been plenty of curious eyes trying to catch a peek since.

but really, the only pair of eyes burning the back of your head so persistently, almost shamelessly was always joel miller. joel, mr. miller, the mystery man that lives alone down the street. also amongst your father’s neighborhood friend group. even if joel was a little on the quieter side compared to the rest, it wasn’t hard to see what he thought about you.

it’s just this phase she’s going through, your father says to joel as they lay in lawn chairs in the backyard. she’s just a punk-y kind of girl. I don’t even know how many times she’s come home during the holidays with another tattoo or a new hole in her face. barely recognize her anymore. kids, am I right?

joel’s grip around the can of beer almost crushed it. he forces himself to refrain from giving any kind of reaction. the adam’s apple in his throat bobbed up and down as he gathers up more stoicism and some goddamn composure.

“yeah. guess she is lookin’ pretty different nowadays.”

joel doesn’t know what else to say after that. he gulps down the rest of his cold brew and turns his head to dreamily stare off into the window of your vacant bedroom.

even if it’s only allowed for a brief moment, his mind still goes wild thinking of how gorgeous you’d look choking on every inch of his dick while he fucked your mouth relentlessly. in an instant, his body feeds him some more fantasy fuel. his dick slowly sprang up, on the verge of begging for at least a little attention and relief in his jeans.

and yeah, he already can’t help it anymore.

his mind drifted off further away, beginning to imagine the kinds of things you could do with that new stud in your tongue. how much hotter it’ll be kissing you with it. swirling his own tongue around the ball. maybe after tonight he’ll look up some vibrating tongue rings from the mall to buy you—

your dad’s phone rings obnoxiously, snapping joel out of his embarrassing daze. he watched in the corner of his eye as your father’s face lit up after answering it.

“there she is. late flight, huh? come say hi to me and joel out back once you get here, honey.”

throughout the night it wouldn’t have been as much heinous torture if you hadn’t been reciprocating all of his micro advances.

he’d lick his lips like he was parched while you’d talk and catch up with him and your parents. felt even more devious when you’d absentmindedly start playing with the shiny silver ball in your mouth. like a secret just for him to see.

he makes an innocent attempt at conversation alone while your parents do their own bickering. joel had asked you if it hurt when you got it. you wanna roll your eyes at such a typical question, but he seems genuinely baffled. still laughing it off, you go on explaining it only hurt to eat and you had to hold off on smoking for a bit but now it’s all healed. completely.

implying you could do whatever he wanted to him and then some.

around midnight was when the casual ‘welcome home’ shindig was over. joel helped load your luggage upstairs, helped your parents clean up and even helped wash the dishes right next to you.

someway and somehow, there was an unspoken bet that both of you should just play pretend when it was time to say goodbye, meet up later some place elsewhere. where you could both be alone.

joel has a subtle smirk pointed at you, looking like you possess this dirty little secret only the two of you share. the tension in the room has you two in a chokehold. he slowly moves in to hug you, tightening once both of you loosen up and relax into it. before you have a chance to say anything, your parents are right back behind and waiting to say their goodbyes to joel too.

he eats the moment up, wanting to take the opportunity to turn you red as a tomato again.

“I feel bad for your dad, you’re really growin’ up pretty, sweetheart. probably already breakin’ hearts.”

you barely register your parents in the background giving their ooohs and awwws about how much you’ve grown up too. your dad agrees with him, that he really is fucked. joel thinks he doesn’t know the half of it. they say their good nights and good byes, and joel steadily keeps his eye on you knowingly.

about an hour later, you’re treading lightly down the dark street to his house, knocking rhythmically with both fists on his back door.

joel is shirtless in old plaid pajamas as he slides the screen door open and turns a light on. when the initial shock and excitement washes over him, so does the hesitance, and he goes on and on and on. tries to warn you about the consequences, and blah, blah, blah. luckily you’ve quickly found your way of easily shutting his worries down, going in and kissing across his jaw and down to his scruffy neck while you reassure him it’s okay, y’know. not like I’ll even dream of telling him about this. know you’ve thought about it too.

his breathing gets labored once you had him right where you wanted him, and he decides fuck it. it was only a matter of time before he was gonna do something about his problem anyway, with or without you here.

he was already going to hell for thinking about it, fantasizing about you and what skills you could show off with that tongue.

though you’ve known joel for a few years now, in your eyes he’d only ever been this shy, wounded, somewhat guarded man.

but now that you’re getting tangled up in his sheets, shedding your clothes sitting in between his toned legs, begging him to take you however he wants you; he doesn’t ever seem to shut the fuck up. he’s voicing everything he’s feeling, throwing names at you and controlling the pace however he wants. and it just makes you need him that much more, hearing how much he’s needed you all this time.

now you’re down on your knees because he shoved you there. he’s commando under his pajamas, the hard outline through the fabric making it pretty transparent.

you watch as it twitched and stubbornly whipped up and poked upwards against his stomach. he strokes the base lazily and breathes hard. you stick your tongue out invitingly.

“oh fuck—show me how good that ball on your tongue feels. yeah, that’s it—good girl. suck it all down, good little slut. mhmm.”

he cheered you on as you close your eyes and hum around the mouthful of his warm length. you feel the rapid heartbeat thumping, pulsing. with juicy fervor, your mouth starts to salivate as you suckle down the tip and swallow around whatever you can. you start to gain a sense of routine for what drove joel mad and use it to your advantage.

he moaned the longest whenever you made obscene efforts trying to wiggle the silver little ball around every one of his sensitive spots. or show it off while you flattened the length of your tongue to lick a strip from the bottom to the top.

the line beneath his tip down to the long thick vein gets your undivided attention and affection. the kitten licks give him more stimulation than he knows how to deal with. it’s so good that joel has to do a double take, yanking your face off of him. strings of spit still keep you both connected, and joel is tempted to take a fucking picture. he tries to catch his breath, angrily pinching the tip to keep himself from cumming.

he gives up only a second later and starts pumping himself with a loose grip, staring down at you while he mumbles “yeah, fuckin’ knew it. only dirty girls that like gettin’ their mouth used and fucked have these. you’re just made to drink up my cum, aren’t you? fuck. makes it so good. c’mon, open up.” he instructs, his gruff demeanor returning while his thumb pulls down on your plush bottom lip, opening your mouth up to him again.

you stick your tongue ring out with siren eyes gazing up at him. ducking your head lower, you start running the silver ball up the veiny base of his cock some more. precum slowly but surely starts dribbling out in little waves, sloppy right from the tip. you already found yourself missing what he sounds like when he’s helpless.

“fuck, stop, hold on,” he commands, the words coming out in depraved whimpers as his hands reach down to pull your head back. “enough. I wanna touch you some more.”

you unconsciously try hiding your blushing cheeks when he brought your face up to his. he grabs your chin and doesn’t allow you to hide anything from him. his palm is still pressing on the back of your head, pushing your face closer. it was as close as he’s let his lips near yours, and it started to look like he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

his big hands slide down your whole backside as he relented and connects his lips with yours. the fact that your mouth had just been going to work on his dick and he doesn’t even care. it occurred to you that that’s what might be turning him on even more while your lips slowly move together. he embraces the tang of his own pre-cum and finally goes in to play with your piercing. you hum in his mouth when he suddenly heaves you up in his lap, ripping his mouth from you and moving on to the descent of the valley between your breasts.

“these nipples sure would look real cute if you pierced them too,” he proclaims, mesmerized. two of his fingers grab one of your nipples and pinch the soft bud. it hardens while goosebumps trail beneath his touch.

“or maybe…” the pad of his finger wanders down your body all the way down to your eager clit. you immediately start rutting up against the perfect pressure. “maybe you could pierce this cute little clit next. make it feel good for both of us,” he grins, twisting the button and spits a decent amount down and rubs it in. you mewl and keen and whine out his name. “bet you’d just melt under me while I eat it. teasing you would be too fuckin’ easy.”

“thought about it over summer,” you admit. “didn’t have the money though.”

“I’ll get it for you,” he insists, head traveling down lower to stuff his face between your thighs. “think you’ll love it even more when I kiss it. tease it. looking so fucking pretty.”

you grab hold of his salt and pepper hair and comb your fingers through it, sighing and smiling. “really? you’d do that for me?”

joel nods while making himself at home. runs his tongue up and down your smooth entrance, warming up before he nuzzled his nose into your clit. the man takes the squeal coming from your mouth as a reward, and he licks up the evidence of your excitement.

“mmmhm. wanna see my cum on every tattoo, on every piercing,” he kisses your inner thigh and sticks his thumb to your chin. “starting with that tongue ring of yours, baby girl.”

“please, please joel—“

“fuck…” joel impatiently snakes the tip of his middle finger inside, feeling the wet warmth tempt him. “c’mere, I know we’re both so close. doing good for me. god, knew you were a daddy’s girl.”

your cheeks heat as slick gushed between your legs at the pet name he gave himself. you brace yourself for what elaborate plan he has next while he manhandled you around like you were nothing but a sack of grapes. he maneuvers your face in his lap while his face gets a full frontal.

“I cum on that tongue, you cum on mine.”

it’s hard not to drool when his length is in your face again, but you get the memo that he’s not fucking around anymore when you feel him plunge several fingers inside. his tongue joins to wet your clit and suck it like a gumdrop.

“joel, I’m—I’m really close, I can’t…”

“I know, I know. me too, me too just—just keep going,” he groans, feeling you clamp down around his fingers. it’s only a matter of time before you’ll be just as tight and wet around his cock. he physically aches from having to hold back, his moans buzzing through you while you gulp him down inch by inch.

you’re drunk on each other, faces stuffed in each other’s laps, in perfect sync with how close you are. sweat beads down your chest and you’re begging him to either let up or let you finish. the thick digits plunging inside you over and over make a hook. you clench down on him one last time and just barely let out your warning that there’s no hope left for you to keep lingering right at the edge.

“yeah, that’s my girl. that’s daddy’s girl. love makin’ you feel this good.”

his rough voice stutters out more blind praise while you make a slick mess. he laps up all of it, sultry greed taking over him while you come down.

just when you think you have time to recover, he’s flinging you right back down to your place on your knees. his cock is swollen and red as he fists and taps it on your mouth, signaling you to open up. hazy, you still do as you’re told and open wide, ready to catch everything he’ll give to you.

“shit, baby. that’s right, keep it open wide for me,” he panted. a deep, low warning follows as the first spurt of his cum lands right on the bullseye. your mouth is almost full by the end, and he doesn’t let a drop land anywhere else. a hand comes down to hold your jaw open before he goes down to merge you in a sloppy kiss. you feel his tongue move sensually against yours, playing more with your tongue ring. sharing the mouthful of his load.

he pulls away and wipes his mouth and tells you to swallow and show him again.

the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. you feel your limbs turn to jello and accept your fate when you try sitting up, only falling back over when he tugs you back down.

kissing your temple, he rubs your shoulder with ease before wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I uh, I know this isn’t exactly ideal,” he trails off, a post-nut wave of insecurity rushing through him when he thinks about the shit he let come out of his mouth. “but I’ve thought about that for a real long time.”

“oh, I know what you’ve thought about this whole time,” you chuckle, nuzzling your head in his shoulder and dragging a nail up and down his arm. “if I knew all’s I had to do what stick my tongue out at you, I would’ve done it forever ago. you’re easy.”

“I’m only a man, sweetheart. don’t even gotta bat those eyes and I knew I wanted you,” he finds your eyes and holds contact with sincerity.

both of you lean in and kiss once more. it isn’t leading anywhere this time. it’s just because you wanted to.

“oh and I stand by my word. we’re getting that clit pierced soon.”

you laugh and scoff and kiss him some more.

in the early hours of the morning, you’d fall asleep still wrapped around each other and sleep in late enough not to get home in time. your father’s words float back to joel’s head when he slowly wakes up and sees what time it is.

barely recognize her anymore. kids, am I right?

this is open ended on if they’re already this close to getting caught like fucking idiots, so I’ll leave it up in the air. thaaank you for reading and my ask is open, im still in the midst of writing existing prompts too.

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waayfo · 7 months

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about you 1975 (zhongli)

There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember

You were sure, and very sure that it was the first time you two had met. In Liyue Harbor, which is busy as usual, you walk around just to enjoy the view. And that's where you met him.

He sat elegantly with a glass of tea in his hand. Sometimes he focuses on listening to iron tongue tian—which for you is very boring. His eyes seemed to be able to trap anyone who saw them because of its beauty. And to you, he is the definition of beauty (or maybe more than it). But most importantly, being around him makes you feel familiar. It's as if you knew him deeply and were always with him.

"Looks like something has caught your attention." The man said after taking a sip of his tea. You immediately feel embarrassed after being caught admiring him. "Ah, sorry for making you uncomfortable."

The man chuckled. "That's okay."

"I'm sorry but, have we met before?" Your curiosity can't stop you from asking. And you end up regretting asking because he'll definitely think you're really weird.

The man stared at the tea remaining in his glass, his eyes showing as if he was remembering a memory full of sadness. It took him some time to answer, "You can say that."

Obviously that makes you even more curious. "Huh?"

"You haven't changed." Now he looks at you with a smile. Not the smile he usually gives (how do you know this?), but a smile of relief as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I... I don't understand."

"Sorry for confusing you. Come and take a seat. My name is Zhongli. And may i ask what's your name?"

"Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Zhongli."

"Nice to meet you too. That's a beautiful name." And once again, you feel deja vu.

Do you think I have forgotten? Do you think I have forgotten? Do you think I have forgotten About you?

The highest peak that is like a country above the clouds is where two people who occupy the highest position among humans meet. One, is famous for its cruelty and firmness in leading. One, is known for its curiosity and courage.

"Well, what do we have here? A visitor?" His voice was booming even though it didn't feel like it was in a closed room. Anyone who hears it will feel frightened in an instant. His figure sat in a chair around a table, with a cup of tea in his hand.

"This place is very beautiful. I've always been curious about what it would feel like to be above the clouds. Turns out this is what it feels like." The happy smile was clearly visible, and somehow he felt calm seeing it.

"You have great curiosity like people say."

"And you are as intimidating as people say." They both laughed.

"Well, come and take a seat. Even though I know that we know each other's names, what's wrong with introducing ourselves? My name is Morax. And may i ask your name?"

You smiled a little. "My name is y/n. It is an honor for me to meet you, Morax."

"It is an honor for me to meet you too, y/n. That's a beautiful name."

And when they met, people believed that they would be opposites and trigger another war. And in the end, even though their personalities are different, they are always together until the end.

I think about you (so don't let go) About you (so don't let go)

Thousands or even millions of spears decorated the dark sky which filled the fear of those who saw them.

He is angry. Morax was angry, that was all anyone knew. And everyone knows that anyone who makes him angry deserves to be punished by him.

And here he is, punishing someone with his spear. While he was hugging the body of someone who was almost helpless in his arms, he shed tears. For the first time, after going through thousands of battles, he shed tears just because he lost someone he loved.

And before the fragments of that person finally disappeared and left only dust and memories for those who knew, Morax made a promise;

"I will meet you again, even in a different body and in a different place. I will always find you. And when that happens, I will always protect you."

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hopefulromances · 8 months

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Yes, Chef - Jamie Tartt

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Reader wakes up with a chronic pain flare up. Jamie just wants to help her.

A/N: Someone once told me to write for me so.... here's something. Wanted to write something for fellow chronic pain/disabled girlies!!!!

OoooO

I woke up and knew it was going to be a bad day. I could feel it in my joints, pain. Just aching pain in my knees and hips, spreading around my muscles like static. I reached over to find Jamie, to find something to cling to but he was gone. Right, early morning training. He wasn’t home. He wouldn’t be home for hours.

I settled myself to get up and get to the couch. At least there I could be near the kitchen to grab food and be near the TV. Jamie would usually want me to call him or text him to tell him it was a bad day but I didn’t want to bother him. It was embarrassing being me. The girl with the invisible disability who woke up some days and could barely walk with the star striker of one of the best teams in the premier league. How could he settle for that?

Despite my worries, Jamie constantly reassured me that it didn’t matter. That it was irrelevant to our lives that my joints hurt all the time for no reason, preventing me from going on walks, exercising, or even standing up sometimes. On those days he would just pick me up, like it was nothing, and carry me wherever I wanted to go.

But he wasn’t here today, and I didn’t want to be a nuisance to him, so I would make do, like I had for years. Before I met Jamie and I had just started living on my own, I couldn’t afford treatment or care so I learned how to survive. I’d done it for months then, I could last one day without Jamie here.

I could feel it as I walked down the stairs. The ache in my knees, popping and stretching with each step. It felt like my joints were made of styrofoam, creaking and screaming threatening to snap with each movement I made. I could feel it in my hips as well. A warm aching pain that spread to my back, making even standing feel difficult. I flopped onto the couch, finally, feeling instant relief from being off my feet. I took a deep breath, it was going to be a long time.

Jamie arrived around 5 that afternoon. I hopped up off the couch, regretting it almost immediately, but I managed to hide my wince as I walked over to him.

“Hi Jamie,” I greeted, cheerfully smiling.

“Hey, babe.” He wrapped an arm around me and planted a kiss on my head before walking off towards the kitchen. “D’you wanna cook somethin’ for dinner?”

I started my walk towards the kitchen, walking stiffly but trying not to show it. “Sure! We can make pasta? We have your weird, zoodles, or whatever.”

“You alright?” He checked, looking me up and down.

“Yeah, fine!” I brushed him off, walking over to the refrigerator to start pulling out ingredients. “Want to start boiling some water?”

Jamie’s eyes remained on me, watching my every movement. Fuck, I was trying so hard not to step to hard on my knee, knowing he’d be able to tell it was bothering me.

“Y/N, stop,” He commanded, coming over to shut the refrigerator. “Jus’ stop.”

“Jamie, I’m fine,” I insisted, trying to duck away from him. I reached for the refrigerator door handle but he stepped in front of me, crossing his arms.

I rolled my neck, letting out a huff. He stared down at me but I refused to meet his eyes, leaning back against the island behind me. We stood there in silence, Jamie waiting for me to crack but I was unyielding. He didn’t get it. He couldn’t get it.

“Y/N,” he started again. “I just don’t understand why-”

“Exactly, you don’t understand,” I snapped. My voice betrayed me, daring to crack and show my emotion. “So please, just let me do this.”

“You’re in pain!”

“Yes, Jamie! I’m always in pain,” I cried. I hated the way my eyes flooded with tears when I was angry. I hated the way my voice wavered and deepened with the ball growing in my throat. “Every fucking day I wake up and I’m in pain.”

This was what I was trying to avoid, the truth of my chronic pain that is so hard to describe to other people that just don’t understand. But Jamie just looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for me to continue.

“Jamie…”

“No, please,” He nodded, genuine. “Explain it to me. I want to understand.”

I took a breath and chewing on my bottom lip. My eyes darted back and forth as I figured out exactly what I was going to say.

“It’s like I look in the mirror and I think I should be able to do all these things,” I explain, trying to put into words the feeling in my body. “But then I can't, or I can but it really hurts and I’m exhausted afterwards. And it’s the most frustrating thing in the world. Like I want to rip my hair out of my head.”

“I see you and everything you can do and it’s so amazing. But I feel soooo… inadequate sometimes. Like I can’t walk up the stairs without my knees aching but you… you can do so much more. And yeah today it’s bad. I spent the whole day on the couch. But now you’re home and I just want to cook with you. I just want to be able to do one thing without feeling so… useless.”

Jamie pursed his lips. I could see the cogs turning in his head as he processed what I said. I was afraid if I looked too hard you could see smoke coming out of his ears. Then he walked away. I ran a hand over my face, scrambling to save this.

“Jamie, wait, this isn’t about you, it’s not your– what are you doing?”

Jamie walked over to the counter and grabbed one of our tall bar chairs and brought it over to the island.

“Sit,” he instructed. I frowned but he just pointed before repeating. “Sit.”

I pouted and sat in the chair. Jamie moved quietly, grabbing ingredients out of the fridge in front of me. This had to be a sick joke. He was really going to make me sit there, watching him move and cook when I just told him that’s what I wanted to do.

He grabbed the cutting board and placed it in front of me. Then he placed the tomatoes, garlic, and other ingredients in front of me as well.

“Chop,” he directed me, motioning to the food and utensils. I looked down and realized what he was doing. I hesitated and Jamie let out a sign and turned my chair towards him. “Y/N.”

I looked up at him with big eyes and he chuckled, bringing his fingers to my chin, shaking my head slightly.

“You’re not useless,” he insisted, rubbing his thumb over my chin. “You are stubborn as hell though.” I breathed out a laugh, letting the corner of my lips turn slightly. He sighed, sliding his hands down so they were on the chair on either side of my hips. “Y’know, maybe I could help you. You ever think of that in his big brain of yours?”

He knocked his forehead against might, lightly.

“You’re not inadequate, or a burden, or any of those other awful things that I know are rolling around in your head,” he continued. “It hurts me to know that you’re in pain and I’m sorry if I’m overbearing. But can we work together on this? Yeah? Figure out ways for you to be involved and do the things you wanna do. But in a way that doesn’t hurt you so much.” He pushed back some hair from my face, cradling my head in his hand. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I squeaked out, kissing his palm.

He smiled at me, pulling me into a sweet kiss. I sighed into the kiss, relishing the slight pressure that his lips pressed onto mine, filling even the shortest of kisses with so much love.

“Alright, now these tomatoes aren’t going to cut themselves,” he ordered, pointing to the cutting board. “Let me get my zoodles ready.”

And he walked off. How could he do that? How could he kiss me and take my breath away and just walk off like it was nothing. I smiled as he went back to his normal routine, starting to ramble about training and the number of suicides that Roy had him run. I started chopping and chatting along. It wasn’t much, but just knowing that he heard me and – at least on some level – understood me, made my heart soar.

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onecantsimply · 3 months

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Yandere Jack The Ripper x GN Reader

I probably should have wrote more for this, but it works. Does anyone want to send any requests in-?

They’ve been open, even if I don’t update for shit lol-

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• It’s a no brainer that Jack takes his responsibility of protecting you very seriously.

• When he fell for you, he fell hard, and dedicated everything he could to you while figuring out everything he was feeling. He knew it was Love, but he wanted to make sure.

• Jack wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, and he knew he wanted that. He needed and wanted to convince you that he was good enough for you, even with his lowly acts in the underground.

• The side of him which he never wanted you to see was buried underneath his acts of affection and protection. You never questioned why he could fight so well, and why he almost brutalized those that tried to do something to you. You were distracted with thanking him, much to his relief.

• Ever since the first time he protected you, he’s been addicted to your praise and your words of affirmation.

• The way you hugged him while giving him your gratitude was absolutely Heavenly to him. The warmth that coursed through his being when he felt your arms around him… The way a heat spread over his face when he heard you… He was infatuated.

• Which is why when you got hurt by someone, he was livid, even if he never outwardly showed it. Jack was always soft with you, making sure that you were content in every field of view.

• The side in which Jack never wanted you to see was revealed when he managed to corner the person that harmed you. There was no bliss of fear, but rather the bliss of pain.

• For any tear you shed, Jack would make your attacker hurt ten times worse.

• In a way, all of these people were stepping stools. But they were all in his way. Your looks and personality made others gravitate towards you. Him included. However, they were all in his way. He needed to get rid of them. He did what was needed. He got rid of anyone that got in his way.

• And yet, more kept coming along.

• They’re in his way.

• There was a sort of irritation that tugged at him whenever he saw someone that attempted to flirt with you. The instant they did so, Jack would immediately be by your side to protect you, like the loyal bodyguard he seems like.

• But with the irritation and hate he feels for the unfortunate victims that attempt to lure you into their grasp, he feels gratitude as well. After all, they’re only helping him get closer to you. They’re helping your affinity for him skyrocket.

• He’s realized such ever since he simply decided to sit down after murdering another of your admirers. The man was somewhat covered in blood. And yet, he couldn’t bother to care when he was in such thought. They were his stepping stools to your heart. With his own nature and how he protects you, it’s a guarantee that you’ll be his.

• He does everything for the affection he’s soon to receive. He does everything for the praise he knows he’ll receive, and is nothing but elated for it.

• Everyone that gets in his way drives him mad, with you being his only salvation to bliss. You are the person he could call home.

• When Jack speaks of how he’s going home, he means going to you, even if you two may not be in a relationship. He just wants to see you. He just wants to love you. He just wants to be near you.

• Jack adores seeing you happy, and he enjoys having you drag him around while holding his hand. He enjoys the instances of where you two are together.

• He sees it. He sees that color of love you hold while you hold his hand and guide him somewhere.

• Jack doesn’t need to abduct you for any weird reason. You fell in love with him on your own. You can be his.

• Elation was the only thing in Jack’s mind when he returned home. His heart was thumping out of his chest, practically. He could feel the heat in his cheeks growing darker as he thought about that color.

• Infatuation.

• It truly was something Jack never expected himself to be dragged into. Not as if he was complaining, however.

• He decided to put an end to his suffering as your “friend” by taking you out on a date. You two naturally had quite the fun time.

• Jack knew what you liked and disliked. He knew what you loved and hated.

• You knew that about him as well. Jack was open about some things about you, but of course, not the deepest points of his heart that was struck with the distrust and bloodlust he had.

• When you two got together, Jack could feel the thumping of his heart coming back. He could only feel… so much more happy than before. He could only feel that he was going to stay with you forever, no matter what you wanted.

• It worked. It finally worked. Jack didn’t care about the mountain of corpses under his feet. He didn’t care about how much blood he shed. All he wanted and needed was you.

• With one kiss, Jack knew all his work paid off. He knew his life would be better. He knew the mountain of corpses would only increase in size with you as his lover. Even if you don’t do anything to kill people, Jack knew your beauty was a killer all on its own. After all, his life belonged to you now. Your life belonged to him.

• You were his. That was all he needed. If people were in his way, he’d remove them. He didn’t need anyone in his way ever again.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #jack the ripper #jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper

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wonhoscumrag · 10 months

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Gepard brainrot thought #2

A/N: The way i started typing and didnt stop, im literally just rambling towards the end.

I hope you enjoy

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Thinking about Captain Gepard making a speech to the city in Belobog Square in the morning and he makes direct eye contact with you in a crowd of people. He tries to keep a stone face while talking but then you give a not-so-subtle wink at him and he briefly pauses mid-speech but clears his throat to continue.

He avoids looking in your general direction but he can’t help but look back at you again. The next time he does however you jokingly blow a kiss at him. Even from a far distance, you can see the redness that flares up in his cheeks. The guards look at each other in confusion wondering what’s up with their captain but they figure it’s probably the warmth from the heaters and his suit.

At this point, you feel a little guilty so you decide to lay off him. He’s done these things a million times and always does it so flawlessly so it’s kinda funny seeing him lose his composure like this. You decide to think of a way to reassure him from the crowd.

Gepard feels himself start to relax when he looks down at his sheet and sees that he’s almost done with his speech. He gives a quiet sigh of relief before concluding. However he can’t help when his gaze wanders over to you again, he doesn’t mind tho all he expects is to find you making another joking gesture. However, what he finds instead from you is a genuine supportive smile and suddenly his brain goes blank.

The crowd starts to whisper among themselves. In Gepard's POV, all he hears is white noise and the image of the entire crowd is blocked from his vision. All he can see is you and he feels as if he’s been transported to another world where you’re the only two people on the planet.

From the crowd, however, they see the captain of the Silvermane Guards freeze mid-sentence with his mouth halfway open. Your face starts to morph from confusion to panic. You’re looking around alongside the crowd wondering what’s going on. You didn’t do anything distracting this time so what happened? The murmuring among the crowd gets louder and turns into chatter. The guards are looking among themselves just as lost as the crowd. Their captain is usually the cool, calm and collected type of person. It’s hard to believe that a crowd like this would faze him.

In an instant, Gepard is snapped back to earth. The reality of the situation hits him like a (truck). The best thing he can do now is to just read out the last few sentences of his speech and walk away with what’s left of his dignity. “Uh-um and so…” he hears himself stutter into the mic through the speakers. He inwardly cringes at this whole situation and finishes his speech like a true professional.

There’s mixed reception from the citizens. Some clap out of respect and others giggle and gossip. You watch as Gepard calls attention to his guards and they march away back to their stations to do their daily tasks. From behind you, you hear Serval laughing as hard as humanly possible. It was evident she did her best to hold it in the whole time out of courtesy for her younger brother. You turn to face her and try to defend him in some way. “It really wasn’t that funny” you try to speak up over Serval's hysterics. A part of you low-key wants to laugh too but you won’t until you see him again and ask if he’s okay.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you but before you can turn around to see who it is you're pulled into the familiar and comforting arms of the man you love. You hear Serval laugh harder and Molly is trying to calm her down. "Hey, are you doing okay?" your voice sounds muffled by his uniform. It's not rare for the two of you to show physical displays of affection but him making the first move is certainly not common, especially in public.

It's weird, Gepard knows he should care but in all honesty, he can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed right now. The moment he held you in his arms all his nerves and worries melted away. He raises one of his arms that's wrapped around your waist and moves it to softly stroke your head. He smiles and softly responds "Never better".

#gepard #gepard landau #geppie #gepard hsr #gepard x reader #Gepard Drabble #honkai star rail #fluff #cute

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sissybabycucksophia · 12 days

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😨😨Not What I Expected Part 2😨😨

As the man i was now to call master took pictures of me sat in my purple mermaid fit uniform which was locked shut at 5 different points, my pathetic and masculinity destroying makeup and my knewly fitted chest length locks of hair I began to wonder what was next. Like an idiot i attempted to speak without permission, “Ok Johnny i think we’ve both had our fun here but unlock me now and help me out of these hideous clothes and get these stupid extensions out… man too man this is getting a little strange now” I stupidly said like a man as i stood up and puffed out my chest and stood in as masculine and confident a posture as i could.

However nothing quite humbles a sissy faggot holding onto his masculinity more than a real man physically over powering and abusing him. Without missing a beat Johnny put his phone in his pocket and he would plainly gesture for me to turn around “move your long hair round over your shoulder then so its out of the way” Johnny said calmly and with a nonchalant attitude. Stupidly i breathed a sigh of relief as I turned my back to johnny and like girl daintily swept my chest length locks over my shoulder to make the first of 5 padlocks visible, as I stepped back slightly and closer too johnny I said “good man, see I’m glad you’ve seen sense and stopped this before it got weird. Really had me worried there when you wanted me to lie about being transgender to Mel” with a tone almost as though talking to someone on my level. However what happened next was most definitely not what I’d expect.

Before i knew what was happening or even could think about reacting Johnny had slung on arm around my neck from behind pulling me tight in against him. Within seconds I was in a very tight headlock and thanks too the height difference of nearly a foot and a half, Johnny had me held off the ground struggling too breath. In instant panic I tried to grasp and pull Johnny’s arm off my throat but between his superior strength and my faggy white satin gloves I was getting nowhere, i also began to violently try and kick and swing my legs however the restrictive and tight mermaid fit of my locked uniform made the swings pointless. Fear flooded my body as my breathing became heavily restricted and tears began to well up in my eyes. Gasping for air, I was filled with fear mixed with humiliation and disgust as i was pulled into johnny and could feel as clear as day his erect cock in his pants press against the outside of my dress.

“Lets get something straight here, if you ever… ever try to talk to me like we’re on the same level again, so help me god your punishment will be unbearable! No your not getting out of this uniform you dumb faggot! And these extensions? Their your hair now! And your one dumb bitch if you think when i drag your ass through the centre of town kicking and screaming by it dressed like this that it won’t hurt like real hair! Now when i put your faggot ass down your gonna start learning to behave like the dumb, submissive, weak and unmanly sissy faggot that you’ve been fantasising about to me in messages for months! Got that?!” Johnny grunted to me, what could i say?! All i could think is ‘i cant die like this! If i die he’ll just dump my body in a woods dressed like this then everyone will know the kinda weak little sissy i was in life!’ So i tried to nod as tears rolled down my cheeks. In that moment Johnny released his grip allowing my purple shoe imprisoned feet to touch the ground. The moment my feet touch the ground I collapsed to my knees and hunched forward grabbing my throat and coughing, as i tried to kneel the dress restricted me making me ever more aware of its presence and my predicament. “Get up faggot!” Johnny grunted. What choice did i have? He could’ve killed me! I surely couldn’t risk that kind of punishment again, at least not for the 2 weeks I said that I’d be his.

Tears still rolling down my face I struggled too my feet again and forced myself to stand up straight despite my still throbbing neck pain and breathing irregularity. Placing my arms tight by me side I whimpered “Im….. I…I…Im really So…sorry Master, b….b….but this is all getting very uhm real…. As your weak little beta I’m begging you please let me out of all this… I…I….I can pay you!” I begged pathetically with terror in my voice and my eyes tightly closed in fear of his arm once again wrapping round my throat. However at that Johnny would simply take both my wrists and pull then behind my back where a pair of handcuffs were locked on removing the use of my hands, then opening my eyes i saw a most worrying sight as over my head was lowered a purple penis gag. “P…please master… please don’t do this…” I begged however johnny simply pressed the large black cock of the gag against my lips. “Look you’re not going anywhere so open your mouth Jade and make this all go faster!” Johnny sighed as I stupidly opened my mouth allowing him to plunge the gag into my mouth. While it pressed on my gag reflex Johnny would raise my newly attached long hair and clip the gag tightly in place before lowering my long hair back into place.

“There! Soon you’ll learn not to talk out of place but for your own benefit you’ll wear this until you do faggot!” Johnny grunted as he then grabbed by cuffed wrists and begun to push me out of the small under the stairs sissy faggot bedroom and out into the hall. Gagging on the huge dildo now held permanently in my mouth i began to look at my surroundings as I was pushed through the hall. I’d forgotten how beautiful, majestic and regal this mansion looked however i begun to panic as i turn my head back toward the direction i’m being pushed by Johnny. I try to wrestle my cuffed hands out of his grip but he’s to strong, opening the front door Johnny pushes me out despite begging and pleading through the dildo gag. As i was pushed i tripped thanks the the tight form fitting dress making it impossible to stumble and rebalance myself so i fell down the 2 front steps, landing on my stomach on his chipped driveway my fall was slightly cushioned by the fake breast padding Johnny forced me to stuff under the dress. Laying on my stomach pathetically for a second i Froze, like a pathetic coward given the choice of fight flight or freeze i froze in genuine fear of what johnny has planned next. However after a few seconds johnny picked me up, pulling me to my feet I moaned in discomfort as my eyes adjusted too the brightness of the outside. As we stood looking at the driveway I became distressed as I noticed my car was gone! My 2017 blue focus RS was gone!! In its place sat a tiny 2 seater Pink Smart Fortwo car with garish and stupid looking fake eyelashes around the headlights.

Turning too Johnny i began to panic and angrily wrestle at the cuffs behind my back as i tired to yell “wheres my car!” But thanks to the gag, all that could be heard was “mmmmms mh mmm!”. At that johnny would walk me over to the ugly, girly, pink, heap of garbage and pushed me until me shins met the front bumber, then with one forcefully push to the back of my head i was pinned to the bonnet and windscreen of the car if you could even call it a car. “Your car? Its right here faggot! Oh RS? Yeh it was pretty fun to drive but you won’t be needing something so powerful now Sissy. So i sold it for 32,000 and bought this far more appropriate car for you, its been fitted with a tracker and remote immobiliser as well as a remote locking feature so should you try to run away i can shut down the engine and lock you in it until i arrive to retrieve you. You also wont get the keys unless i decide you need to run an errand. All that only cost me four grand so the remaining 28,000 gets spent on your transformation and training! Honestly if it wasn’t such a bother to unzip and free you too much from this dress i’d fuck your ass right now on the bonnet of your new car just for fun!!” As johnny said as I panicked and began crying, shaking my head and trying to get free.

In that moment however i would suddenly feel a sharp pinch in my right butt cheek, looking over my shoulder I saw Johnny had pushed a syringe 💉 in through the dress and panties into the soft skin of my ass. I couldn’t make out the writing on the syringe but as johnny pulled it back out after emptying whatever was in it into my ass he said “this is just one of the steps in your transformation sissy, Hormone injections! The pills I’m making take daily plus these syringes 💉 are Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s time you realised and accepted the place you’ve put yourself in is permanent.” As johnny spoke tears flooded my eyes, shame, helplessness and humiliation flooded me and to make matters worse all this humiliation was making my penis strain harder than ever in its cage. At that johnny pulled me back up by my now very real feeling hair extensions and looked me in the eye.

Overwhelmed by it all I went weak at the knees and no matter how hard i tried not to, I fainted into Johnnys arm. Passed out and unconscious I was slowly becoming aware of just how fucked up my position in life was now….

#sissy blackmail #sissy domination #sissy fagot #crossdressgirls #sissy story #male domination #permanent feminization #permanent sissy

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bathomet-writes · 1 year

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relax

summary: During a movie marathon at your place, Raph and you unwind and have a quiet night in. Lots of cuddling, hugging, and body slams.

relationship: Raph x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, stimming, light hurt/comfort, sleepy cuddling, established relationship, sfw

word count: 4,105

author's note: this is a request for @/m0om0obell!! i might have projected a little bit onto this lol...but i hope u like it!!

“Hey,” You whisper, setting down the bowl of popcorn. “Can you do that thing?”

Raph briefly tore his attention from your TV. “That…thing?”

He stares blankly at you, slightly unsure. You were both relatively quiet for the last hour or so, fully engrossed in your bi-weekly movie marathon. Your request came sort of out of nowhere.

It was a cute little tradition you and Raph shared. Of course you loved watching movies with the other turtles, but even you needed a break from the whole group every once in a while. He would show you some of his favorite movies, you’d show him yours. You’d both react with varying levels of excited interest, or mild confusion. You were usually the one who made Raph concerned with your weird taste in cinema. A lot of obscure comedies…and sometimes horror, if you could sneak it in.

At this point, you were knee-deep in the John Wick franchise since tonight was Raph’s choice. You loved anything with Keanu, obviously, but for some reason seeing all the wanton physical violence was making you antsy. Not nervous, just restless in general. The decent thing to do would be just to get up and walk around a bit, loosen up your tense muscles. But there was that other thing you and Raph did that you couldn’t really do with the other turtles.

You heave yourself off of the groove you carved into your couch, letting a couple stray popcorn pieces fall from your shirt.

“Yup, the thing! Beat me like an old rug.” You grin and step out into the open area of your living room.

Raph’s eyes flit around, perturbed by your analogy. “Uh, if you say so? I don’t mind throwin’ ya around, but why–”

He stops as he watches you rearrange your more breakable furniture. Which was…well, all of it. You set the lamps and various knick knacks in a laundry basket and quickly scooch your couch aside. Once the stage is finally set, you give Raph a shrug.

“It helps me relax. Now ‘John Wick’ me.”

Letting your body go slack, you turn on your heel and trust fall into Raph’s strong embrace. He chuckles, easily holding you up.

“You don’t really want me to slam you into the wall, right? And then find every sharp object I can and fling it at your face?” He jokes.

“That does sound tempting,” you hum, moving your arms up. “Maybe tone it down a bit.”

Like clockwork, Raph slides his hands under your arms and scoops you up. He cradles you delicately, carefully like one would treat a baby. He even puts his palm under your head, making you feel positively nestled.

Then, he bodyslams you into the floor with a loud THUMP.

The photos hanging on your wall shake from the impact, and the popcorn bowl teetered dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table.

“Woo! That’s the stuff.”

Raph didn’t really use his full force, he didn’t think he had it in him anyway. Just some playful roughhousing was all it was. Lightly (in reality, it was actually pretty harsh, but this was in Raph terms), he digs his sharp elbow into the middle of your back. You feel your spine stiffen, almost painfully so– before you both hear a loud pop. Another huff of relief escapes your lips, letting Raph know you were doing just fine.

“Jeez, you need to see a chiropractor.” Raph smiles, lifting you up. “Get ready.”

“I know, but this is much cheaper.”

In an instant, he flings you into the air. You smile contentedly as you sail, reveling in the sensation of being suspended, until you’re grabbed by Raph again. Wrapping his arms around your midsection, he essentially just gives you the tightest hug you think you’ve ever gotten. Nearly all the wind in your lungs gets squeezed out, but it felt nice. Maybe this was a form of stimming, you were still kind of unclear about why you liked getting handled so roughly. You were just happy that Raph was so down to indulge your needs.

You don’t really notice when Raph angles your bodies back up, with him sitting on the carpet and you in his lap. In the background, John kept dispatching High Table lackeys with ease.

“That looks so fun. I wish I could be a stunt person, get paid to have Keanu Reeves beat me up!”

Your voice uses up the last breath you had stored, and you let out a tiny, high-pitched wheeze at the end. Raph eases up on the hug and allows you to take a much-needed inhale. After just a couple of moves, you were satiated. He knew even when he was giving you the most diluted form of his strength, you needed some respite. His orders, not yours.

“You need more?” He snorts, waiting for you to give him an answer after a couple of deep breaths. He puts a gentle hand on your back and attempts to soothe you back to normal.

His tender touches make you relax again, and you practically melt into him. If only you could have Raph on standby wherever you went. Work, going to the grocery store, what have you. You would use any excuse to be physically intimate with him.

You mumble and debate with yourself, throwing up your hands to weigh your options. “Eh, I think I’m good for now. Thanks, big guy.”

You knew he wasn’t really used to being so casually violent with anyone who wasn’t his immediate family. Despite not being a mutant or a ninja, Raph thought you were actually pretty sturdy. Or at least had a higher pain tolerance than most. Whatever it was, he was glad he didn’t really have to worry about accidentally hurting you or anything. You were a tough cookie, if not a little odd. Your taste in movies was honestly a little stranger to him than this.

Raph’s gaze dipped from the screen back down to you. “I have served, I will be of service.”

He shoots you a subtle smirk. Looking up at his smug expression, you don’t miss the clever reference he just made. Your eyes remain locked for a couple more seconds, and you try to decide the best response. You should probably know other John Wick quotes, if you were paying attention the last 4 hours or so.

But watching Raph’s mouth curl into a slow, steady smile was making you a little distracted. You hated whenever he did that, especially when his fang poked through. And he knew it was your one and only weakness, the fiend!

“Damn it.” You scoff, playfully shoving his face away. “You win.”

Raph grins even harder, gathering you up into a regular, loving hug. One that hopefully wouldn’t squeeze you anymore than you needed to be tonight.

“I mean it, I’m glad I can do this for you. To you?” He quirks his head to the side.

“Yeah…” You knit your eyebrows together, all of the sudden feeling your tension fading away. It was being replaced with something else, something you didn’t want to have happen right now.

You were sleepy. And a yawn was building up in your throat. No, you still had a movie and a half of action-packed thrills to get through! Not like this…

After an internal battle, you eventually stretch out your tenderized limbs and let out a loud yawn. Why was relaxation such a close relative to tiredness?

“Hahh…No, no I didn’t mean it! I’m not tired.” You argue.

However, Raph had already swept you back up into his arms. “Too late! It’s happening.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that he was taking you to bed, but when you felt him reach over to pause the movie, that was the nail in the coffin. Your comfy, pillowy coffin.

“I’m not sleepy. And even if I was, I’ll just fall asleep on the couch and lean my head against your arm, all romantic-like. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

Your body continues to disobey you. Eyelids growing heavy, the familiar feeling of tranquility warming you up. Your bones became jelly. Knees weak, arms spaghetti.

“It’s already too late, your bed is right over there…” Ralph’s low, sing-song voice only made you even more relaxed.

Once he lays you delicately upon your sheets, you fold. You felt syrupy, like thick molasses, your brain becoming dulled with fuzzy thoughts. All your movements were slowed as you lazily kicked off your socks. Thankfully, you were already basically in your pajamas, or else Raph would have surely had to help your change.

Not that you wouldn’t mind that…

“Why are you so soothing?” You whine. His big, surprisingly cuddly body and mere presence was making your vision blurry. He was like a balm for the soul.

Raph only responded by carefully crawling onto your bed, the mattress having long since lost all its spring. It was sort of a sad, saggy mess of pillows now, but it felt extremely comfortable nonetheless. And supportive. You haven’t exactly slept next to him before, but Raph definitely sat with you on your bed plenty of times. Mostly to just show you internet videos and whatnot, or to chat. You two could talk for hours if you wanted, but right now your faculties were dwindling.

Once you get all comfy and cozy, fluffing the pillows and rearranging the blankets to your specifications, you get antsy again.

What, did you need a glass of warm milk or something? What was making you so weird all of the sudden? The bed was cool, but not cold. Just the way you liked it. And of course Raph was next to you, curled up into his own little nest.

“You okay? I can move if I’m crowding ya…”

Despite literally all the other perks of sharing a bed with you, the closeness, the comfort, the intimacy, he kind of hated how big he was. He took up nearly all of the space, even with part of his body still on the floor. Right now, he was just kneeling beside you, resting his head on your mountain of stuffed animals you kept in the bottom corner of your bed. It was his little area you made up for him, a courteous gesture that warmed his heart every time he saw your room.

You sigh, shifting around to find a better sleeping position. Maybe you were just lying wrong.

“You’re fine, I’m just kinda— I dunno.” You move to lay your head on your folded arm.

You were usually a side sleeper, and a chaotic one at that. Another reason why you never really liked to sleep with Raph, or anyone for that matter, was because you sort of thrashed. And starfished, your legs needing the entirety of the bed to feel comfortable. And you snored. You were a real Sleeping Beauty.

“This is gonna sound weird, but I feel…weird? I know that makes no sense.”

“S’not weird. What’s up?” Raph chirps, lifting his head off of your various plushes to meet your eyes.

You knew he understood what you meant by ‘weird.’ It was like being tossed around, the physical repetition made you feel normal. Made you feel a little less out of place. Sometimes, usually for no reason at all, the world would feel off its axis. The weather would be wrong, or an overhead light would be too yellow. Silly things that shouldn’t bother anyone nearly as much as it bothered you, but they did. You couldn’t put it into words, and it took a lot of time for you to talk to Raph about it.

But, once again, he accepted you with an open mind and an open heart. And open arms. Just a lot of openness all around. And you were eternally grateful to him.

You roll your head around to look at him at the foot of your bed. His eyes looked slightly unsure, but his kind smile put you at ease.

“It’s hard to explain, but I just can’t relax today. I don’t know what it is.” You admit.

Before you could even ask, Raph’s arms creeped their way back over to you. You accept them, moving your arms around to hold his head as well. You felt a little bashful, being so touched-starved. But you needed to feel Raph, even for a moment.

“What do you need? Do you wanna talk, not talk?”

You shake your head. It really wasn’t that bad, at least not so bad that he needed to do his little spiel. You hadn’t had a full-on breakdown in quite some time. But this was different.

“No, it’s not that. I just need to move, but my body won’t let me!” You give him a crooked smile, weakly waving your legs around. “I feel so stupid.”

Immediately, Raph shushes you. “You are not stupid.”

He waits until you look him in the eye again, before going on. It’s a firm but loving look, making your heart flutter. You think he’s about to lecture you when his resolve breaks, his eye ridge rising to give you an affectionate smirk.

When he speaks, his tone is resolute. It sends a shiver up your worked-out spine.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are. I’m serious too,” you murmur. “I’m sorry. I know when I get like this— Woah.”

You didn’t realize it, but Raph was slowly moving to fully sit on the bed. His spiky shell was cushioned by your many pillows and plushies, shielding your wall from any damage. Before you know it, he has you cradled in his arms again. Only this time, he was actually holding you.

No, he was rocking you? You felt your body being swayed gently back and forth.

“Raph, I didn’t mean…” You frown, trying to hide your blush. “I’m not complaining, but I didn’t think you’d actually—“

“Rock you? Of course I would.” He states flatly, almost dismissively.

How the heck did he know…?

You didn’t tell him you actually liked to be held like this? Well, you’d like Raph to hold you in whatever way he pleased if you were being honest. But the swaying thing was something you did when you were by yourself. If you were having trouble falling asleep, you would usually play some ambient music or something. But the physical sensation of being rocked was enough to knock you out cold.

“You’re kind of scary when you read my mind like that.” You fidget with the fabric of your oversized shirt, whispering into the curve of Raph’s shoulder.

You hear him say something, and your head bobs back up. Dang, he was good.

“Wha?” You sputter.

Raph chuckles, staring into your eyes. Although it was becoming harder and harder the more your eyelids droop.

“I said you read my mind sometimes too. Like when I’m hungry, you’re right there with a snack. Or if I’m feeling lonely, you shoot me a text. Or call me. If you aren’t already right next to me,” he smiles, reminiscing to himself.

You try to actively listen as Raph drones on about this and that. The soft rumble of his voice in his chest, the body heat emanating from him, all of it lulled you deeper into slumber. Your concentration was hanging on by a thread, struggling to keep yourself awake. It had been ages since you felt this tired. Or rather, sleepy. This felt much more like ‘sleepy.’

“I get how you feel, by the way. Sometimes I need to go work out or punch a wall if I’m feeling stressed. Even if I’m not feeling stressed, it just feels nice to do.”

Raph takes the opportunity to look around your bedroom again. The only source of light was coming from the hall, a sliver cutting across the floor, up to the wall. You had a lot of stuff, it was actually kind of funny. Raph had a lot of stuff too, but his room was mostly full of exercise equipment or stuffed animals. He thought it was a little weird, but you insisted that it wasn’t.

Maybe he should take his own advice every once in a while.

You had a lot of movie posters hanging from the wall, among other magazine clippings and such. It was a collage of your personality. A couple months ago, he wouldn’t know what half of the posters were. But after your movie nights, he could at least name some of them. Your room was what a kind person would call an ‘organized chaos.’ Everything had its place, but your method of organizing seemed to be just stacking things until they couldn’t be stacked anymore. A couple of piles of books and clothes littered the floor.

Raph had been absentmindedly rocking you, his body going to autopilot. He wasn’t sure how long it had been exactly, but he continued.

For a moment, he feels a snicker come on. It felt kind of like he was rocking a baby to sleep. Not that he really knew what that felt like, he didn’t really know any babies. There was that woman in Times Square who shoved her baby into his arms and took some souvenir pictures. The memory was sort of bittersweet to him. Like the only reason why anyone would allow him to hold a baby was because it was a novelty. Nobody in their right mind would let Raph, the spiky, lumbering oaf that he was, actually hold anyone. Not anyone that deserved so much love and care.

Your soft mumblings rouse Raph, and you seem to almost talk in your sleep. It startles him a bit, but he stays calm.

“You’re like…the best. I feel so held, you feel like home. Like from Midsommar, only for real. Y’know?”

Raph gulps, feeling awkward for the first time tonight. Did you know you were a sleep talker too? He guessed you wouldn’t really know that kind of thing, but it was fascinating. Raph wanted to stay up all night to just watch what you did when he wasn’t around. Totally not in a creepy way or anything!

He’s almost afraid to say anything, lest he disturbed you. He wanted to let you sleep, or do whatever you needed to do. Did you guys always quote so many movies around each other that you did it in your sleep? You were so cute, even like this.

You snuggle closer to Raph, your arms instinctively curling around his waist. They didn’t come anywhere near wrapping around his entire body. Raph had to bite down a guffaw when he felt your fingers ghost over the area between his plastron and his shell.

“Gheh—!” He shudders.

He wasn’t normally so ticklish, but the current situation found him a little…vulnerable.

In your mind, the only thing you could think about was clinging onto Raph. He did so much for you, and you wished you could help him relieve half as much stress as he did for you. You hoped you did, you knew you did. Insecurities aside, all you wanted to do was hold him. Cradle him. Even if your puny arms weren’t big enough.

“Do I feel like home to you? Do you feel held? I want to hold you…” Your words tumble out of your mouth, slurred and dripping with sleep.

There’s that movie again. Why did you keep bringing it up? Raph wanted to tease you, maybe flick you in the nose. But he wouldn’t dare. That movie was actually pretty good, minus all the insanely disturbing parts. Those lines must have really resonated with you for some reason.

Still, Raph gave your half-awake ramblings some serious consideration. Of course you felt like home to him, it went without question. The being held part was a little less straightforward. And a little more blush-inducing.

Even if you were currently holding him, your arms snaked around his waist and everything.

Softly, Raph speaks up. His voice cracked a bit with a bashful hiccup.

“I, uh— I guess I do feel…held.”

You hold him even tighter.

Raph blushes even harder.

Despite being mostly asleep, you had an impressive amount of strength. Enough to make Raph take notice. It didn’t feel desperate or needy, more like one person trying their best to make the other feel secure.

Deep down, Raph knew. He would tell you some other day, when you were more awake, that he did sometimes feel like he needed a break. Not that he didn’t love supporting you and his family, not at all. It was just…

“I put so much pressure on myself. I’m getting better about asking for help, but when you’ve gotten by for so long without asking, it’s sort of weird. I don’t hold it against anyone, but I wish someone was there to—“

Raph shook his head, he didn’t even know what he was talking about really. Even so, he felt bad for letting off steam like this. But you probably weren’t even listening anymore. The soft sound of snoring down below made it pretty obvious.

With the utmost care, Raph tried to tuck you back into bed. He thought if he just moved out from under you, you would slide back into your spot on the mattress.

The bed squeaked a bit as he crawled away, making him stop.

“Phew…” He sighs, gently starting to peel you from his body.

You didn’t really want to come off though.

“Huh.”

Your arms were locked in place, refusing to be removed from Raph’s person. A few seconds of mild struggling was all it took for him to give up. He smiles, a warmth spreading through his chest.

“I guess I’m not going anywhere.”

He settles back into his spot, pillows and stuffed animals still in place, before letting his mind wander again.

He almost wished you were awake, so that you could talk some sense into him. You were really smart, and one of the people he trusted most to vent to. Venting was good, it let you get all the weird thoughts out of your brain and out into the air. A weight still sat on Raph’s shoulders, so he looked back down to you.

You looked so calm and peaceful, snoozing away. Raph’s seen you take naps before, but watching you sleep was a bit different. This was your room, your private space. It was a great honor to him that you let him into it so easily.

Slowly, your arms begin to go slack and ease off. Raph watches on as you turn and get into another sleeping position, one that had you facing the door instead of him. His heart drops a little when he feels your absence.

He wanted– no, needed to have your arms around him again.

It felt like he didn’t deserve it. Or he didn’t deserve to have so much of you. Raph had to stop himself from getting lost in his guilty thoughts as he inches closer to you.

As his face got closer to yours, he watched to make sure he didn’t wake you. You must be a pretty heavy sleeper. Once you were down, you were down.

Looking at you was stirring up all kinds of new feelings within Raph. Admiration, serenity, a profound bond that couldn’t be broken. All his intrusive thoughts and worries didn’t mean a thing when he was next to you.

Without a sound, his free arm reaches up and encircles your waist, pulling the two of you together. His plastron was nearly flush with your back, and his knees were close to hitting the back of your thighs. The position was almost a little too intimate, Raph wasn’t familiar with how your body felt like this. He felt even more uncomfortable with what to do with his own, but he couldn’t pull away.

You made him feel cozier and safer than anyone else.

“Thank you,” he whispers, a yearning hidden behind his words.

Wordlessly, you stir. With the last bit of consciousness you had left, you move your right hand down from underneath your cheek to lie on top of Raph’s. You give him a light but reassuring squeeze, clutching at his large fingers. It was your way of saying ‘no, thank you.’

When you do so, Raph’s eyes welled up with tears. They had been building up for a while, but your hand was so soothing, enough to let him let out all the pent-up emotions he was holding onto. He wasn’t one to cry easily, but you meant so much to him.

Raph and you together, it just made sense.

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tanema123 · 13 days

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Vaggie hurts her paw or something and its like the first time she seeks out carmilla who is grateful but also is like you are not leaving my side until you're an adult

Vaggie: i am an adult!

Carmilla is not convinced

I should just make a separate comic to my comic for all the Vaggie Carmine shenanigans. 🤣

Carmilla is a large cat competed to most, she thinks everyone small is a kitten.... With few exceptions... *looks at cursed cat Alastor and Lucifer* Therefore, to her, Vaggie is always a kitten.

Here is a little something for you fans. It ain't a pic. But it will have to do.

JUST FOR TODAY

Vaggie was walking down the mossy road. Her mind was caught on the recent time decline of extermination attempts. As she took the next step a sharp pain has spread through her left paw. She clenched her teeth, so she doesn't let out that loud meow. Lifting her paw she had a lot to see. Glass shard was stuck in her left paw, staining it a shining golden colour.

She knew she had to hide quickly as to not alert other cats of this predicament. There weren't many peop...uh cats she trusts with her secret. She sighs as she thinks of her options. There was only one. She looked around for any leftover piece of cloth from humans and tied it around her paw. Then, she started strutting.

...

An hour has almost passed when a building finally catches her vision. The paw has started to hurt more and more as the time passed. Cursing herself for her incompetence she approached the large door and yowled as loud as she can. Almost instantly a large cat with reddish pink eyes has jumped from a nearby open window.

Carmilla smiled upon seeing Vaggie again, but it didn't last. Upon noticing Vaggie's limp and a cloth covering her paw as well as a faint smell of blood, her eye became fierce, "Dios mios. Who hurt you, pequeña?"

Vaggie scoffs. She feels her eyelids getting heavy by a second. Despite that she still glares, "No one. I cut myself on some glass."

Carmilla let's out a sigh of relief. At least she doesn't have to murder anyone today. She gets closer to Vaggie to inspect the wound. She removes the cloth away with her fangs, revealing the still filled glass cut on Vaggie's paw. Carmilla gives Vaggie a reassuring look, "Kitten, don't worry. Mama will take care of it for you."

Vaggie growls, "I'm not a kitten!". Carmilla then proceeded to grab Vaggie by the scruff of her neck. Despite Vaggie being basically an adult, Carmilla easily brought her inside the building.

As they entered through the window, Vaggie was placed inside of a nearby box. The enclosed space almost instantly brought relief to Vaggie. Cat instincts are really weird to her. Carmilla goes away from a second and returns while carrying a human bag in her fangs. Vaggie watches as Carmilla rummages through it, various bottles flowing out. Finally, she seems to have found what she was looking for as she brought some bottle nad a bandage roll to the box.

Vaggie just watched Carmilla inspect the wound once again, "This is gonna hurt, gatita. You need to relax as much as you can."

Carmilla's purring noise filled the room. The feeling was almost instant on Vaggie's end as she felt her body relax into the sounds. Carmilla quickly pulled out the glass, It was hard to do with her paws, but she managed it without leaving any shards behind. Vaggie meowed in relief as the glass left her paw, not being able to contain herself after Carmilla's purring effect.

If cats could blush, she would definitely be now. Carmilla meowed back as a response. Vaggie doesn't understand the meows that much, but she knows, this one means, you will be ok. Carmilla continued to care for Vaggie's wound, applying anaesthetic and bandaging it as best as she can.

Vaggie finally spoke in a tired tone, "Are we done yet? Can I go?"

Carmilla didn't answer at first, instead prompting on getting inside of the box beside her and cuddling Vaggie beneat her, "No kitten. Stay. Recover."

Vaggie wanted to argue, leave, but the wound has made her exhausted. Instead she succumbed to her sleepy state. As her eyelids slowly dropped, she couldn't deny it. Carmilla's warmth felt really nice against her... Maybe she can be a kitten, just for today.

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roosterr · 11 months

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guardian angel ✹ ch 2

note: hello hello, I'm back again with more nikolai! I hope yall enjoy the continuation of this story, since I wasn't really planning on it when I wrote the first part and honestly i'm not sure how to feel about it lol anyways ENJOY!!

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 3.1k

no use of y/n, no description of reader

I've retroactively given reader the callsign 'kilo 0-9' bc just referring to them as sergeant all the time felt a bit weird lol.

summary: the culmination of your efforts from your last mission leave a lot to be desired, but you're prepared to do whatever it takes to get your objective done.

warnings: canon-typical violence, fluff, soft nik, english speakers attempt at russian,

ao3

[one] || [three]

the night is quiet, calm – a rare moment of peace in the chaos that appears to be your life. the night air is cool, a welcome contrast to how sweltering the day had been; no matter how much time you spend here, it seems you'll never truly get used to the urzikstanian sun. it's the early hours of the morning now, the sun would be rising soon which meant you'd be back to work in a few short hours.

as you gaze up into the starry abyss, your mind in the clouds, you fail to notice the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. a presence in the corner of your eye startles you back to reality, snapping your head to face them as your heartbeat picks up.

with a small sigh of relief, you realise it's nikolai, sitting down beside you and mirroring the way you're leaning back against the low wall behind you. he regards you with an easy smile, and now your heart is racing for an entirely different reason.

"i didn't mean to scare you, милая." he chuckles, stretching one leg out and resting his elbow on his knee. there's so little space between you, you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and it takes a great deal of restraint to stop yourself from shuffling any closer.

"it's alright, i was just spacing out." you smile back, feeling the tension leaving your body at the sound of his voice. it's almost unnerving how quickly he's managed to worm his way into your heart, but it's been so long since you've felt such a connection with another person that you can't bring yourself to be bothered by it.

"why are you out here so late? other than to admire the view, of course," he says, gesturing to the sky above you. a moment passes as you watch the stars, appreciating the calmness of the night.

truthfully, this mission had you at your wits end, you could practically feel the grey hairs sprouting from your head with the amount of stress this was causing you. but it was almost over – you just had to push through the home stretch, and then you could finally rest.

"i just couldn't sleep." you murmur. looking back over to nik, you're surprised to find him already looking at you, an incredibly soft look on his face. "what brings you out here?"

"admiring the view." he says, holding your gaze. in an instant your face is on fire, the cold of the night long forgotten.

"stop it…" you mumble with a smile pulling at your lips. you place your hands on your burning cheeks, turning your head to look at the ground in front of you as you attempt to calm your heart.

there's another moment of silence between you, a comfortable break in the conversation where you simply bask in each others presence. it had been a long time since you'd felt like this with someone; with most people, you feel the need to fill the silence, to keep talking or they'll get bored of you, but not with nik.

"something on your mind, милая?" he nudges your foot with his own, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"it's nothing, just had a long week is all…"

"дорогая," he tuts, grasping your hand that rests in your lap to bring your attention back to him. you meet his eyes again as he continues, "you're not fooling me."

a weak sigh escapes you, "everything's just… a lot, right now." you admit, you gaze dropping to where your fingers are interlocked.

"i understand," he lets go of your hand, bringing his arm up around your shoulders and pulling you closer to lean against him. "i will always be willing to listen, if you need to talk."

"thanks, nik," you give him a warm smile, and lean your head against his chest. "i appreciate it."

"of course, милая."

✹✹✹

"if this deal goes through, there's no telling what kind of damage they'll do, how many innocent people will be hurt." farah has a serious glint in her eyes as she speaks, her hands planted firmly on the table where she stands at the head of it. you nod your agreement, sliding the map you'd drawn out closer to her.

"according my intel, our target – kattan – will be meeting with a potential buyer here tonight." you scan the various documents laid out in front of you, brows furrowed. photos, e-mails, files, logistics, all of which you'd collected on the op you'd gotten back from only yesterday, all amounting to the meeting happening tonight. it had taken a lot to get this intel, but despite how much you'd gathered it still felt like you were in the dark and it frustrated you endlessly.

as your gaze travels between the three others, you find yourself lingering on nikolai standing opposite you. the conversation dims to background noise in your mind as you study him, aviators perched on his nose, his black hair pushed back out of his face, his–

"so what's the plan, 0-9? roll in and take 'em out, quick and quiet?" alex asks, crossing his arms over his chest. you blink, feeling your heartbeat increase as you break your gaze away from nik. alex raises his brow, subtly, and you know he'd caught you staring.

"no, these guys are cautious, we have to secure the shipment first, or they might bolt." you reply, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "i have an idea, but you're not going to like it."

all eyes turn to you, and suddenly you're sure this is a bad idea, but you refuse to back down; this is too important.

"tell us," farah urges you, her eyes shining with something hopeful. you swallow thickly in the pause before you continue.

"the buyer is anonymous. kattan only knows their name, not what they look like, or their voice," your eyes dart between farah, alex, and nik, keeping your voice steady as you gauge their reactions.

"you're not..." alex doesn't finish the suggestion, already giving you a firmly disapproving stare.

"i'm going undercover as the buyer. it's the only way." it's a statement, you leave them no room to argue with your decision; but, as expected, the others aren't pleased with the idea.

"no, absolutely not–"

"like hell you are–"

"ерунда–"

the room devolves into shouting and various protests, but you only shake your head at their arguments. no words from them could change your mind, despite your own reservations about how dangerous this could be.

"sergeant, with all due respect, i cannot allow you to go through with this." farah stands up straight, meeting your eyes with a defiant look not dissimilar to your own.

"this is too dangerous, милая, there must be another way." nik's expression is partially hidden by his sunglasses, but the sharp downturn of his lips told you he wasn't going to let this go either.

"what else can we do? we have no idea where the shipment is, and we don't have time to find it ourselves." you respond, an exasperated tone in your voice as you gesture to the intel laid out on the table. "with all due respect, commander, this is our best option, whether you like it or not."

"we know nothing about these people, how they operate – this mission is not worth your life." farah crosses her arms over her chest.

"and what about the lives that'll be lost if i don't do this?" you argue, throwing your hands out to emphasise your words and the deep frown on your features, "we don't need to know everything, we just need to know enough. and everything we've got here? that's more than enough. i can do this, commander."

farah curses under her breath, turning away from you with a conflicted look on her face. the tension in the room is palpable as you await her decision, the silence between you nearly suffocating.

after a minute of contemplation, farah finally turns back toward you. "are you certain about this, nines?" she asks, fixing you with an intense stare.

"positive." you reply, a similar determined look on your own features. she nods, and looks across the files covering the table.

"then like you said, it's our best option." she picks up your map, "alex, you will go with them. park close by, stay in the car and provide backup if needed."

"commander, i insist that you let me go with them." nikolai speaks up, stepping around the table to be next to farah.

"no, captain. we need you here," she spares him a glance and shakes her head, handing the map to alex. his frown deepens, and despite having no intentions of backing out, you can't help but feel a little bad.

"but–" he begins to argue, but farah simply shakes her head again as she brushes past him on her way out of the room.

"don't worry nik, i know what i'm doing, and so does nines." alex follows behind the commander, giving nikolai a reassuring smile and a pat on the back as he passes by.

he doesn't look convinced, however, clenching his fists at his sides with the same conflicted expression still lingering on his face as he watches them go. with a light sigh, you come around to stand in front of him, reaching out and placing your hand on his upper arm. he looks back to you, removing his sunglasses and hooking them on his collar.

"we'll be fine." you let your hand trail down, closing around his fist and giving him a gentle squeeze. nik's expression softens, his hand unfurling and gripping your own.

"between you and me, it's not alex i'm worried about," the lopsided smile he gives you is sweet, but you can still sense the apprehension behind it.

"you don't think i can do this?" your question is intended to be teasing, but the way he reacts says that it went over his head. his eyes widen, and he gapes for a second before he responds.

"нет, of course i do," he takes your other hand in his, bringing them up to his face and pressing his lips softly to your knuckles, "i cannot help but worry for you, моя дорогая."

the familiar feeling of your heart skipping a beat disrupts your train of thought, your mind focusing solely on the feeling of him on your hands.

"i'm– you're– i'll be fine, nik." you stutter, cheeks burning as you refocus yourself. you were convincing yourself almost as much as him; even though it was your own idea, and you were more than used to being in deadly situations, you were still on edge.

"i have no doubt, милая." he smiles, genuinely this time, and your chest blossoms with warmth at the sight. "come back to me, alright?"

you allow nik to bring you into a hug, his arms curling around your waist as yours do the same. with your face hidden against his broad chest, you're glad he can't see the anxiety written into your expression.

"i will." you whisper, feeling his arms tighten around you. it's an empty promise; this mission is volatile, and you know there's never a guarantee that you'll make it back, but perhaps having something – someone – to come home to will give you the strength you need to get through this.

✹✹✹

the drive there is uncomfortably silent. the fifteen minutes it takes to arrive at the location feel more like hours, neither you or alex saying a single word as he drives through the deserted streets. if you were on edge before, now you were hanging by a thread. you leg bounces with pent up anxiety, an attempt to try and calm yourself down as you gaze out the window into the darkness of the night.

at last, alex pulls slowly into an alley a block or so from the meeting point, and looks over to you as he cuts the engine.

"you remember the plan?" he asks, brows raised and eyes serious. you shoot him a look as you adjust your earpiece.

"keller, we've been over this." you huff; and you have, more times than you could keep track of – you could probably say them in your sleep by now.

"just–" he stops himself, the tension of the situation clearly getting to him as much as it was you, "humour me."

"i get them talking, convince them to show me the guns, then you come swooping in and we take them down together. happy now?"

"i am," a small smile tugs at his lips, "be careful, nines."

"relax, i got this." you smile back before looking back out at the street in front of you. only a moment passes before you see a figure passing by, slow and on high alert. "that's our buyer."

although you didn't know what he looked like, there was no mistaking his nervous, almost paranoid, demeanour along with the hood low over his face. you and Alex share a look as you quietly exit the car and make your way towards him. having noticed the two of you, he was frozen in place, his eyes wide and face covered in tattoos that indicated some sort of gang affiliation.

before he gains the sense to run, you lurch forward and grab his arm, twisting it behind his back as alex covers his nose and mouth with a rag doused in chloroform. after a moment of struggling, his head slumps forward and his body falls limp in your hold. you and alex grab him by his arms, dragging his dead weight over to the car and piling him into the back seat.

with a nod of affirmation to alex as he secures zip-ties around the man's wrists, you cover your face with a black surgical mask and begin you walk to the meeting point. you lift the hood of your sweatshirt and shove your hands into your pockets as you shuffle along the road.

you round the corner, head on a swivel looking for any sign of danger just like you'd seen the real buyer do minutes before. all you can do is pray that your target doesn't see through the act. through the darkness, your eyes lock onto two people hovering next to a dark van, and there is no doubt in your mind that they're who you're here to meet.

it's only when your a few feet away from them that you can finally make out their faces – you recognise kattan, standing slightly ahead of his comrade, but what you don't expect is the spark of recognition when your eyes land on the second man. a chill runs down your spine as his face comes into view.

baranov; the head of a smuggling ring, and someone you're acutely aware is supposed to be dead.

you hiss a curse under your breath. he won't recognise you, will he? you're certain you've never shown your face to him, but people like him always have their ways, don't they? you stop a little further from them than necessary, just to be on the safe side.

“you’re late.” kattan growls, his eyes dark as he assesses you.

you click your tongue, “would you prefer i be followed?” you keep your voice low, gaze darting between the two of them and your surroundings. baranov stays silent, regarding you with a look so sharp it could kill. the uncertainty of whether or not he recognises you makes your ‘paranoid buyer’ act feel all too real.

“you have the money?” kattan asks. he takes a small step toward you.

“not so fast,” you hiss, taking a step back to keep the distance between you, “i need to see the product first.”

baranov and kattan share a look, communicating something without words, before turning back to you with their icy glares. after an incredibly tense pause, kattan backs up towards their van, his eyes never once leaving your form. he grabs the handle of the side door and slides it open, gesturing to the inside with his other arm.

“get in.” his tone is blunt, irritated. it takes you a moment to understand what he means, but you feel your mouth run dry when you realise.

“what?” you utter, your voice noticeably weaker than before. despite your best efforts to conceal your fear, it feels as though they see right through you.

“nines? what’s going on?” alex questions, his concern evident. you don't answer him, uncomfortably aware of the two sets of eyes burning holes through your head.

kattan gives a sharp sigh. “the guns are with our guys. you want to see the product? get in.”

“i’m not going anywhere with you.” you seethe, furrowing your brow in a glare to match his own.

“...0-9?”

he clicks his tongue, sharing another look with baranov before turning back to you. “then, you’re not serious.”

“no, i am.” you take a step forward, holding your arm out when he begins to slide the van door shut. “...fine, i’ll go – but if you try anything, i’ll make you regret it.”

“no, no– hey! you don’t go anywhere with them, okay? screw the mission, get back here, now!” alex is frantic now, trying to get through to you, but all you can think about is baranov; how he should be dead, and now you know he's not, you need to make sure he is by the end of the night. “farah will understand, this isn’t a failure. just call it off, nines.”

"then stop wasting my time." kattan spits, climbing into the back of the van as baranov watches you with that same ice cold glare.

"i have to do this, alex." you whisper, careful to make sure the other two don't hear.

"no! do not get in that van, nines, if you go with them, i can't follow, it's too risky!" this might be the most panicked you've ever seen – or rather heard – alex, but you already knew what you needed to do. you'd known since you first learned about this meeting those days ago.

with a steadying, almost inaudible sigh, you climb into the van after kattan. the cold dread that settles in your stomach as the door slides shut threatens to crack your stoic exterior, but for the sake of the mission you hold yourself together.

alex is still talking in your ear, but his words fade into static as baranov drives the van further away from where he's stationed. this place was a ghost town at night, not a single other person on the streets until the sun lights the sky; meaning any attempt to follow by alex would be incredibly risky. you just had to hope that the others would be able to track you, and you hadn't just doomed yourself by going with kattan.

forgive me nikolai, i will come back to you.

#nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai call of duty #nikolai cod #call of duty #cod mw19 #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #cod nikolai #nikolai mw19 #nikolai my beloved #roosterr writes

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Would you like to share anything from or about your Ventus (& Strelitzia) fic ?

Sure, I’m in the midst of rewriting it right now (doing that technique where you write it again but only the parts you remember) and the original fic was never finished but I can give some snippets.

Untitled “everyone thinks Ventus has a crush on Strelitzia but he actually can’t stop thinking about her because he killed her” WIP below the cut

Sora had finally made it back. After a whole year of searching, Riku was able to guide him back to the Realm of Light. Ven, like the rest of them, was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

The thing was, they weren’t alone.

A girl stepped out of the portal behind them. She wore a white dress and red bows in her hair. Something in his heart itched.

She scanned the people surrounding her, giving everyone a glance. Then her eyes landed on Ven. And on Ven her eyes stayed, alight with fear.

Ven’s stomach sank with familiarity. His breathing quickened. The itch turned to a jackhammer, rattling his core.

He took a step back. Then another. Then another.

It’s her.

Who’s her?

He broke eye contact.

“Are you alright?” Xion looked up at him with earnesty.

Through the fading dread, Ven managed a shaky grin and a nod. The girl’s brow furrowed but, thankfully, she didn’t push. He wondered if he and Roxas made similar faces when they lied.

“Come on, introduce yourself,”

“H-hello, I’m Strelitzia”.

Strelitzia.

The name rang in his head like bells. A cacophony just like the end. Like a new beginning.

It’s all my fault.

What is?

“Aren’t you going to say hi, Ven?” Aqua asked, concern not even hidden as she passed by.

Everyone seemed to be introducing themselves now. Strelitzia looked a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Uh, maybe… I don’t want to be rude but she, uh… makes me feel” he grappled for a word, “weird”.

“Weird?”

He wasn’t sure that was a good enough word.

“Nervous?”

That didn’t feel right either.

Aqua paused for a moment, Ven could see the gears turning in her head.

“Alright”

———

And then here’s a couple of scenes from the older version

———

(This is a scene that takes place after poor Ven digs himself deeper into a hole lol)

Terra and Aqua shared a knowing look and big amused smiles.

“Wha-? What’s that look for?”

“It's just cute”

“Huh?”

“You like her, don’t you?”

“I-I guess,” why is this important? “She seems nice, bu-” He paused mid sentence when he realized his friends’ smiles were growing even wider, “wait. You mean-” his cheeks were on fire in an instant, hands flying to cover his face, “Ahh! No! Gross guys”.

“You are around that age,” “Past it even”.

“Lalala! Not listening,”

“‘I can’t stop thinking about her’,”

“Guys, seriously, stop. It’s not a crush!” His confidence faltered, “At least… I-I don’t think it is”.

Maybe crushes did feel this way. He wouldn’t know, he’d never had one. But if they were supposed to feel like this he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want the feeling. It was just so... so suffocating.

———

“Kairi?”

“Hm?” The girl turned her head and eyed him expectantly.

Ven’s mouth suddenly felt like a desert. Was he really going to ask this? Was he even close enough with her to ask this? It’s a personal question. Maybe he shouldn’t bother.

No. He- He had to know.

He steeled his nerves and the question fell from his mouth, “do you have a- a crush on someone?”

The other wielder blinked in surprise and awkwardly, almost sympathetically replied, “Uh, yes, I do… why”

Ven felt so incredibly sheepish. In a voice barely louder than a whisper he asked, “What does it feel like?”

“Oh,” Something that resembled relief flashed in her expression, leaving Ven to wonder what she thought he was going to say, “(she’s supposed to describe it here but I don’t know how and I felt too awkward to ask someone lol)”

“So you don’t feel sick?”

“Feel sick?”

“That’s how I feel around Strelitzia…” “Aqua and Terra think I have a crush on her but-”

“But you aren’t sure”.

Ven shook his head

“Well, everyone’s different, but that doesn’t sound like a crush to me”

#Anyways that’s pretty much what I’ve got lol #Will I keep coming back to this until it’s done probably #Will it get finished any time soon? who knows lol #the rewrite feels a bit bare bones right now so I’m probably gonna flesh it out more but for now that’s how it is lol #kh ventus #sometimes i think about my khux fics

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frogchiro · 2 years

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Why do I feel like xiao would go feral if he had a female reader who was smaller then him? I’m 4”11 btw

BECAUSE HE WOULD OMG

i think he has at this moment the shortest male model too :((

f!reader, reader is stated to be smaller than xiao and is also half adeptus bc i said so, nothing really serious, just the tiniest bit of smut and possessive xiao <33

while xiao never really minded his height as this was only his human form, plus while he didn't possess the tall bulky figure of morax he never really complained since his slim and short statue allowed him to be a quick and efficient killer since most demons took the form of large and hulking but slow beasts.

he wasn't known for being expressive or charismatic and open, preferring to stay at the top floor of wangshu inn, always vigilant and watchful; well at least until he saw you.

he first met you when you, aether and paimon arrived together at the inn and checked in with verr before going upstairs with the little floating fairy insisting you just have to meet their friend.

it took a moment for the yaksha to appear, xiao was going to quickly greet you and go back to his realm since he didn't really care about meeting new people but this all came to a screeching halt when he actually saw you.

even before acknowledging your name and greetings, the first thing that xiao noticed about you was your height, and archons, you were so tiny.

xiao didn't really knew what was happening at that moment as he was suddenly overpowered by a multitude of emotions he didn't recognize but he could make some of them out; mate. potential mate. make nest. have to have her.

mine

xiao jolted violently almost like he got burned plus all three of you were looking at him with worried looks on your faces to which xiao hissed out a quick 'what are you lookin' at' before demanding the blonde to deliver a explanation on why exactly are you here.

aether and paimon quickly went on explaining that they found you high in the mountains where you were injured from a fight, but the biggest surprise was when they told him that apparently you were of half-adepti descent, hence they brought you to him since he was an adeptus himself.

xiao's sharp yellow eyes quickly fleeted over your form as you stood and took the man in in return. the other two were right, you were indeed of adepti descent if the tiny ruffled (f/c) feathers on your collarbone were an indication of your heritage.

before you could explain yourself, xiao lifted his hand in a sharp gesture of silence before begrudgingly agreeing on you staying here at wangshu inn to let you nurse yourself back to health and observe you for a bit.

the instant relief on your face made xiao's heart jump in his chest, the weird feeling in his lower belly returning full force as he was your tiny form bending over in a respectful formal bow, thanking his profusely for agreeing to help you, before skipping back to aether and paimon as the three of you went back inside talking about what you were going to eat with your quiet question about xiao's favorite dish as you wanted to order it and bring it to him as a way to thank him.

the green haired man let out a heavy sigh he didn't even know he held in as he rubbed his hands over his red face with a quiet grumble

'what have i just done'

later on when you were peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of a certain adeptus watching you from a branch of the large tree the inn was situated on.

while xiao didn't really need sleep and his every dream was plagued by nightmares of the past, this time the dream was very much of a different nature.

the mental imagine still burned into his mind, the delicious sight of your small form, smaller than his, spread wide out in your shared nest as you continue squirming and letting out the most delicious little noises as xiao kisses your neck before moving a bit lower to gently tug at the plumage of your upper chest.

the high noise of surprise was answered by a placating chirp of his own, his wicked lips pulling back in a aroused smirk, letting his tiny fangs skim over the skin of your chest before going lower and lower to your most precious place-

xiao jolted back into the present, a heavy blush decorated his pale cheeks as he couldn't believe at the outright dirty, sinful thoughts he had about you, who were basically a stranger to him. he didn't get it, why were you affecting him so much? was it some kind of power you had? or maybe were the ley lines acting up again and fucking with his hormones...right?

he decided that for now he had to rest, taking the night off as he realized that with you being more vunerable because of your injury he had to be extra vigilant so he had to gather as much energy while he could.

he didn't even dare adressing the path his thoughts took as the mental imagines of you two nesting, wrapped around each other, chirping a lovely quiet tune appeared in his mind~

#hope you like it :((#kin speaks #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader

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