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karamad · 1 month

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late night practicing hours

pairings: sub!momo x dom!reader

cw: degradation, humiliation, smut, slight age gap momo has a dick for the anti g!p ppl

noticed theres almost no sub momo fics:/:/ illegal i fear! lets change it

you've been dancing for the past 3 hours without a break in sight. your new dance teacher, apparently one of the best there is, was too mesmerized by your tits to focus on teaching you actual dance moves..

of course you noticed, but you tried to ignore it. your next big performance isnt far after all, you need to be perfect. you were struggling with a particular move that required your hands but even with momo demonstrating it you couldnt seem to master it. "could you maybe guide me trough it?" you asked her. that question alone already turned her brain to mush.. she'll get to touch you??

"uhm.. sure, i can do that..!"

she slowly steps right behind you and takes your hands into hers. "watch closely please" you hear her say before moving your hands with hers. although you were starting to grasp it you suddenly felt something poke your ass? maybe she had something in her pocket you thought.. but you were proven wrong when you accidentally bucked your ass into her crotch and heard a soft whimper in your ear.. momo got a hard-on. so many thoughts go trough your head in one second- should you ignore it? you tried brushing it off but when you heard a whimper fall from her lips once again you turned around with a stern face. "unnie... did you seriously get turned on from watching me dance?"

"n-no.." she mustered out in such a quiet tiny voice. cute. you look down and grab her bulge softly "whats this then?"

she looks away in embarrassment, she can't believe she got hard because of a girl shes training, what a disgrace. you start squeezing her harder, forcing a whimper out of her "are you really that much of a slut that you get hard because of your student?" she tries to turn around and run away to avoid the situation she put herself in but you tightly hug her waist from behind. "cant run away now unnie.. lets finish what you started." you whispered in her ear.

she thinks about giving in once you start kissing her neck, making sure you're leaving marks all over. she cant control herself, thoughts full of only your mouth on her body. "please" she mutters out.

you grin "do you think youre in any position to ask for anything? you should be happy im even touching a pervert like you."

you know shes strong, you know she could easily overpower and push you away, but she doesnt. she pushes into you, needing more. you slowly pull her pants down, softly groping her over her boxers. "please.. please more" she begs. you consider it, you really do, but she's so fun to mess with. you push her against a wall "please what unnie?" she whimpers again. "please touch me more mommy"

you take her cock out of her boxers. "open up baby" you whisper, holding your fingers in front of her mouth. before she can fully open her mouth you push your fingers so deep into her mouth having her suck on them. "be quiet and take it like the slut you are." bringing your hands down you start pumping her hard cock.

she keeps moaning so loud as you jerk her off.. "hm? want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for your student?" she shakes her head murmuring a small no.

you notice her breathing becoming irregular "coming so fast?" you pout at her, but she doesnt answer. "answer when you're spoken to" you said, turning her head to you harshly. poor girl looks so lost in pleasure, begging for a kiss from you. you smirk finally placing your lips on hers, immediately starting to explore her mouth with your tongue. "c-coming" she says softly. you continue pleasuring her "it's okay baby, let it out"

she comes with a long whine, shaking in your arms. "shh its okay love, i got you" you whisper, holding her tightly in your arms.

"let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

a/n: repost AGAIN🥰 third times the charm if g!p annoys you so much write it urself! quit whining and get to writing

#twice x reader #twice x you #twice smut #girlgroup x reader #momo x reader

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alicerosejensen · 1 year

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Can we see a headcanon of Leon’s girlfriend getting hit in by a guy(could be her guy friend) and they make her uncomfortable, then out of nowhere they just slap her on the butt. How would Leon react?

Minus one debt. Well, I'm glad I can write a little.

So, it's not even headcanons or text, but something in between. Like my thoughts.

There is a small smut, but not critical; Aggressive Leon; the reader shamelessly groped; Mention of physical violence (does not apply to the reader); Reader is a college girl (because I can, uh-huh); References to sexual violence.

I made the question a little worse, but the meaning would still be the same: Leon would fucking kill. Anyway.

- It could have happened at a party where you were hanging out with your friends.

- You have warned Leon that you will arrive late, but be sure to call him if there are any difficulties.

- You didn't really think you'd be late until 2am, but the booze and music convinced you to stay with your friends until early morning.

- No drugs! But you can't tell your college friend not to take them. In fact, you only drink and dance a lot, without even hearing that your phone is bursting with calls.

- Someday Leon will kill you for constantly playing on his nerves like a musical instrument (I'm not serious) but he's really worried that you're not answering texts or your calls, so it's time for things to track your phone.

- Leon can't stand some of your friends, considering he knows some of them are real junkies. He probably doesn't like that when they're high, they don't hesitate to make obscene compliments about how they would fuck you.

- When Leon first heard about it, you told him to just ignore it.

- But it was hard for Leon to control himself, if he heard it a second time, he would break this asshole's nose.

- Therefore, he is VERY concerned about your long absence and silence. Because he doesn't trust your friends.

- You realize that you have drunk more than your norm, because your feet no longer keep you on the ground. The whole world is spinning, but this does not mean that you could cheat on your boyfriend while drunk. Your brain knows who it is devoted to and who it loves.

- However, in this mess you absolutely can't find your phone to call him.

- I needed to at least get myself cleaned up. You started to feel sick, so you wandered to the toilet, then to catch a taxi and go home.

- With a swinging gait, you somehow reached your cherished goal when your friend's hand grabbed your wrist and pressed you against the wall with a brisk movement.

- The club is full of drunken kissing couples, so no one pays attention to you.

- Your brain didn't even immediately understand what was going on when someone godlessly started groping your ass.

- The back of your head hit the wall painfully, causing your brains to shake and turn into mush.

- And then someone's lips brazenly began to kiss your neck, despite the resistance.

- Someone's tongue is trying to get into your mouth with a disgusting kiss that tastes like cheap liquor.

- But weak attempts at resistance are perceived as flirting and teasing, despite the fact that you demand in a whimpering voice to stop.

- The only thing you know is that it's not Leon.

- "sh, hush, Sweetie, or are you just so submissive with your old man?" - Your friend's voice made you freeze in place in fear. - Like this! Be a pretty girl and let me touch you.

- Your (already former) friend allowed himself unforgivably much. You found the strength to push him in the chest and he staggered back a few steps away from you, mocking maliciously.

- "What? Do you only like old assholes, whore?"

- You try to pass by, ignoring his narcotic fumes mixed with alcohol, but again they grab you by the arm, dragging you somewhere to a secluded place.

- Your legs fail you and you stumble all the time trying to wrest your hands from a strong grip.

- Now you're not just uncomfortable. You are afraid.

- You scream to be let go otherwise there will be serious problems, hoping that this will somehow help you.

- But in return, you hear only disgusting insults.

- "Dumb slut! Your old man can even lift his ass off the couch to fuck you well! Tell me, Y/N, what did he do to you? money? Do you really want to live with a rich sugar daddy? You let him fuck you so he buys you all those tight skirts and blouses?"

- You are truly scared. Your friend is out of his mind and drags you into some back room, practically dragging you along. Even when you cry and fall trying to run back, he grabs your hair and continues on his way.

- It's not real! you try to convince yourself that this is a cruel joke of your friends, but it's all for real.

- You get pawed again trying to take away your tight dress, and even some of the self-defense techniques that Leon taught you do not work on him. You cry, begging not to do anything to you, that you will just leave and not tell anyone anything.

- Mascara dripped down your cheeks as you cried loudly, trying to somehow cover the bare parts of your body.

- Obscenities were whispered in your ear, and if it was Leon, some part of them could make you tremble, but now you just want to close your eyes and die.

- Salvation is nowhere to be found. However, you do not want to submit to your fate and bite your friend (I remind you of the former) painfully on the fingers when he put them in your mouth.

- Another attempt to escape in one inch. And it didn't succeed when they knocked you to the floor, preventing you from escaping.

- You may have time to shout "Help" several times before you are gagged and all you hear is the sound of jeans being unzipped.

- You had already closed your eyes, preparing for the worst, when you heard the sound of the door being thrown open.

- And then the relief when no one else presses you down with their body to the icy floor.

- Not understanding the madness around, part of your brain tells you to run while you can, but you understand your eyes only see an angry Leon beating up your rapist.

- How much chance does an ordinary civilian asshole have against a specially trained agent? Leon slams the bastard's head on the floor and you crawl back into the corner in horror, watching his bloodstained face stare at you.

- Maybe it seemed to you... But the beating to never end. In this chaos, you couldn't make out Leon's words, except for the expressions "Son of a bitch" and "Fucking scum" it seems there was something about your untouchability. However, you could no longer endure this spectacle of endless beatings. Is it possible that Leon tried to kill him like that?

- No gunshots, no squelching sounds like a knife stabbing in the throat. You just screamed in horror mixed with fear when you saw what this asshole had turned into. Although he could still speak, it made sure that he was still alive.

- Leon lost control of himself. He looked at him like a vile worm and headed towards you, immediately softening in his eyes.

- Without saying anything, he just wrapped you in his jacket before quickly making sure that what was planned was not done and picked you up like a feather in his arms, taking you away from this place.

- Lastly, "I'm not done with you, son of a bitch"

- Leon put you gently in the car and fastened your seat belt, and you spent the whole way home in silence and tears, afraid to look at him. He didn't say or do anything either.

- You returned home the same in his arms. Leon sat you down on the couch, tossed keys on the coffee table, and then kicked the chair that caught his eye first.

- The situation was heating up.

- Leon took a deep breath, licking his lips, clearly wanting to say something as he looked in your direction. You sat in the same place without moving.

- His aggression was overflowing and he had to make a huge effort not to yell at you, instead ordering you to take off your jacket (he was really trying to say it calmly)

- You obediently complied with his request, putting the leather jacket aside, hugging your shoulders.

- Still sobbing.

- Leon came back to you with a first aid kit to make sure there weren't any major injuries or scratches.

- But he couldn't contain his anger.

- "Why am I always pulling your ass out of all the shit?!"- Perhaps the sight of someone else's hickey on your neck made him scream. - "Is it so difficult not to look for problems? Why the hell should I look for you in a fucking drug club where your drug addict friend almost raped you?! Why the hell didn't you get home on time? How much of your fucking quirks do I have to put up with? until they kill you?"

- The hysteria grew, but there were absolutely no words. Leon threw something fragile at the wall, and it shattered into pieces, making you cry even more in fright.

- You prayed for only one thing: for this to end.

- Leon took a deep breath trying to control his anger. Without saying anything, he went into the bath where you heard the sound of running water.

- After 10 minutes, everything was quiet and Leon went into the kitchen pouring some whiskey into a glass, but instead of drinking it himself, he sat down in front of you, forcing you to drink it yourself.

- "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and then you can go to bed."

- Leon helped take off your torn dress and underwear and soaked your shaking body in warm water, turning away to find your facial sponge to wash off the smudged make-up.

- You were trembling despite the surrounding heat and apparently drunk alcohol makes itself felt.

- Leon tidied you up carefully, looking at your bruises. Didn't bother for a long time. Wrapped it up in a towel and took it to the bedroom where he pulled out your underwear from the drawer, which he put on you and his shirt.

- You knew he wouldn't hurt you, so maybe that's why you were still looking for protection from him? Leon laid pillows on you, covering you with a thick blanket, preparing himself for a sleepless night.

- In the morning you will feel bad. Both physically and mentally, of course, he will take care of you and he does not believe that you are to blame for what happened. It's just that if you really want to be with him, you'll have to cut your circle of fucking friends and not get on his nerves.

- He loves you to death, so you love him.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #reader

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derangedanomaly · 4 months

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As a celebration to New Year, I decided to mush this thing up in a matter of...few minutes?? Don't know how long this took me.

I'm still working on your requests, but I thought I'd get a break and do this for a change! I can't thank you enough for your support! I love writing, and seeing you guys liking my stories is very heartwarming, thank you!

Enjoy this silly story :)

NEW YEAR's KISS

UNDERTALE AU's x Reader

"GUYS! IT'S GONNA BE NEW YEAR SOON!" You kicked open the door, going towards everyone in the, exclusively large, living room. "Wow, I can't believe it's 2024 already." Ink exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah! Y/n, come on, let's get some drinks!" Swap flashed you his famous smile as you went towards him.

You hosted a big party for the New Year, and everyone arrived! There was Dream, Ink, Swap, Sans, Fell, Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, Error, Fresh, Dance, Epic, Science, Berry, Reaper, even NIGHTMARE came. And that's saying a lot.

You really don't know how you all can fit inside your living room, but it's better to not question it...

As you and Swap went to retrieve drinks, Fell and the others were cooking up a plan of their own...

Fell went in the middle of the room. "ALRIGHT YOU LOSERS, TONIGHT..I. FELL WILL KISS Y/N!" There's a long silence until everyone started yelling

"WHAT?!" "No way! You won't!" "Not on my watch!" "SHUT UP!" And so on, until Classic shut everyone's mouths.

"EVERYONE! EVERYONE! Calm down." Everyone very soon became silent. No one wanted to go against Classic, seeing as he's the original Sans...

"There's no need for us to make such a ruckus... Y/n invited us all because of their great personality..." Classic spoke once more, until Killer interrupted. "Yeah.. I know what, 'Personality' you mean.." Science looks at Killer's blushing face, and immediately swats him. "HEY!" "Don't talk like that about them." He sternly told him, before focusing his attention at Classic, yet again.

"-And I'm just saying, they probably don't expect to be kissing anyone." There's a long silence as everyone shamefully looks at the floor. "The only one they'll be kissing is me." Classic finishes his speech, making the others argue. Again.

"And what makes you think they'll kiss you??" Ink pointed at Classic. "Yeah. Maybe... they'll go for a more mysterious skeleton." Dust spoke next, making the others turn to him with a questionable look. Berry erupted into laughter. "MWAHAHAHA! YOU?! Nah, with yo emo ass.. they would rather much like someone like me!" Nightmare scoffed. "Yeah. Right." Berry looked at Nightmare, offended. "Like you're any better." Nightmare suddenly smirked. "Yeah. I have tentacles.." his cheeks gained color, as he blushed deep turquoise. They all just looked at him confused, until it hit them. "Ew, gross! Why would anyone be into that?" Killer made a yuck noise. "Stop kink shaming." Reaper gave him a smirk, as Killer grimaced.

The boys fell silent when they saw you and Swap enter the room with smiling faces. "Hey guys! We're finally back, everyone grab a drink and pour yourself some! It's gonna start soon~!" They all did what they were told.

Epic went up to you with a blushy face. "H-Hey...ahem. Hey brah! I wanted to ask-" he didn't finished his sentence as he was pushed away by Error. "Go away! Hey Y-Y/n.." you only blinked. "Yeah?" ... Silence. There was nothing, he was about to speak, but was kicked away by Cross. "That's for my best friend! And...uhh..hi Y/n! Enjoying yourself?" You nodded. "Yeah! I'm glad to be spending New Year's with my friends!" He suddenly froze, which Dream got a good advantage of. "Y/n!-" Not even a few words in and he was pushed aside by Science. "Y/n! Iwannaaskifyouwanna-" you cut him off, not understanding a word he's saying. "Sci, sci...calm down. Or you might get a stroke. Heh.." you pat his head walking away. "...." "Gosh darn it..." He swore, looking down.

You gasped, seeing the screen. "This is it guys! 10....9..." You all counted as the numbers kept going down. The others couldn't help but feel disappointed. None of them could mange to ask for a kiss.... "5...4...3..." It was disappointing, really.. "3...2...1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" You all shouted.

You suddenly sprinted towards Swap and Horror. They all watched curiously. What could you possibly want from them? They all stared with shock as you kissed Swap, and then Horror. Leaving red marks on their skulls, from your lipstick. (A/N: REMEMBER! ANYONE CAN WEAR LIPSTICK! LIPSTICK DOESN'T HAVE GENDER)

They both have a very dizzy expressions on their faces, as you grinned, then went towards the couch.

Turns out, that Horror actually disappeared while everyone was arguing. He went to help you and Swap out, since that conversation was boring him. There, he witnessed Swap asking you that sacred question, then he decided to also ask.

This was a very tragic New Year for them all. Except Swap and Horror. ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! :D

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misfitclassismyfreetherapy · 5 months

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Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

The long-awaited, the sequel of a sequel, ✨ Mairuma Incorrect Quotes ✨Get ready..*finger guns* to be disappointed!

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #1

Purson: Lied? Ah hell no he's definitely not straight.

Camui: As much as I agree he doesn't really look like a demon who only has one gender attraction however, he never really shown any other type of gender other than the wonderful females.

Purson: Fine. Bet.

Moments later

Purson pointing in a random direction: Lied! Look it's Opera-sensei being shirtless!

Lied immediately whips his head around: Where?!

Camui:

( Yes, how did Lied-kun realize he isn't only bisexual? Opera. No need I say more.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

Kerori, literally not getting any sleep because of her akudol career: My fucking mixed complex is so weird and a pain in the ass too, like I could literally be bawling my eyes out on the floor and writing depressing inferiority lyrics, and the next second I could be boasting about my cuteness being as superior as Delkila.

Agares, just trying to get some sleep because it's fucking 3 AM but not wanting to be a prick to his best friend finally opening up: Uh-huh.

Kerori, unconciously pining over a girl she often rejects: Also Gyari, she is such an unbelievable asshole. Like she says she wants to give me some of her company's Vill because she said 'you should rest, Kerori. My beautiful gem must be at her very best for me to be happy making you mine.' like fuck you, that shit you just said made my brain turn into mush and now I can't stop thinking about it you rockhead bastard.

Agares, covering his ears with his pillow not wanting to hear the hopeless pining for the hundredth time: Uh-huh.

( 💫 Agares and Kerori, the tsundere duo because it's literally my drug 💫 )

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

Asmodeus, speaking to himself : Listen here, Alice. You don't want to have a stain on your honored position as Iruma-sama's soulmate. So you shall NOT allow your insufferable feelings get the better of you.

Iruma, does something Iruma-like:

Asmodeus, being incredibly in love: Fuck.

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #4

Ronove: You're just like me!

Zeze: Oh I can see~

Ronove and Zeze singing together dramatically: We take responsibilties~

Vine, mumbling in a corner about shiny people being way too sparkling: Oh derkila, TWO of these types now?

The rest of the student council except Ameri, realizing that they're gonna have another version of Ronove: Aw fuck.

( Student council shenanigans because I can.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #5

Misfit Class: We finally have a plan.

Balam: As long as it doesn't get you illegally in trouble

Misfit Class:

Balam:

Lied: FUCK! We planned this shit for two hours already!

So yeah that's all. I decided to be nice and give them a break on the dark humor and trauma thing. Don't expect this to be your usual. This is one-in a life time sorta thing. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my post and have a good day or night guys, gals and non-binary pals!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #m!ik #iruma suzuki #mairimashita iruma kun #shax lied #asmodeus alice #agares picero #crocell kerori #mairuma incorrect quotes #suzuki iruma #balam seishiro

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Hello, muffin! 🙂

I know you mentioned that your inbox is kinda full at the moment, but I hope you don't mind me adding to it. 😅 Your writing is just so wonderful, I just, ahh! - 🤌🏽💯😍

Could you write about the fly girls having a lover that's waaayy shorter than them, like "I love you, and you'll always have my tiddy to cry on because you can't possibly reach my shoulders" kind of short, but to compensate for their lack of height the s/o is incredibly strong? And I mean on the scale of ripping a phone book in half and bending steel pipes over their knee levels of strength. 💪

Like, I love the idea of the Dimi sisters teasing/poking fun at their short af lover, but then getting extremely flustered and more than a little hot and bothered after their s/o just nonchalantly displays their strength in some way/shape/form.

How would the sisters react? And do some bedroom horizontal tangos ensue? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Enquiring minds would love to know!

Sincerely,

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

Hiya! I don’t mind at all hon! :) thank you🙇‍♀️ I’m very glad you like it :D🙇‍♀️

I love that idea XD

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Despite her elegant and mature style, Bela can be quite bratty at times, albeit rarely

Especially when it comes to you

She loves to tease you about your height, always reminds you that she practically towers over you

Being the shortest out of her sisters, she relishes in feeling so tall around you

She loves calling you “little one”

However, there is a thing that easily keeps her in check: your strenght

Bela herself is not weak. Not at all

On the contrary, she’s quite powerful and strong, even if she doesn’t at all look it

The perks of being infected by the cadou and all

It’s incredibly rare she finds someone strong, and it never fails to surprise her when you show your strength off

Especially because you’re such a little thing…but so strong…

She turns to mush at any given opportunity when your strength is involved

Your first display of your strength left her quite flustered

She’s working late as usual, and it’s as if there is no end in sight at all. Papers keep piling on her desk, no matter how much she fills out and how many reports she writes

You’ve urged her to go to bed three times already

“Just this one more thing”

And another. And another

There is no end to it

Until Bela finds herself picked up by you, effortlessly so

Immediately, she drops her pencil and pulls her knees up as you carry her by her waist and shift her to lay in your arms in a bridal style

She knows, she isn’t all that heavy, being made of flies and all, but she’s tall, which gives her additional weight

You shouldn’t be able to lift her, technically, and certainly not this easily

She’s so flustered, and a little worried you’ll drop her. But you don’t, you merely set her down on the bed, gently

You’re a little caught off guard when she straddles you and rides your face for hours

Not that you’re complaining, really. You’re gladly enjoying yourself a nice midnight snack

The next time, it’s when you lift her table for her when she drops her pencil under it

The entire table

With a single hand, while you tuck her hair behind her ear when she leans down to pick it up

She’s like a deer struck in headlights

Poor Bela has not considered her little human could seem this dominating

Again, you find yourself being seduced by her

This time, she practically begs you to use the strap on her and hold her hips hard enough to bruise her

It takes you a few more times of showing off your strength to realize it really gets her going

Bela loves when you apply your strength in bed or to fluster her

Intimidation by height- not your strongest suit- or strength is the easiest way of doing that

She is so flustered when you grab her wrist and no matter how hard she tugs, playfully of course, you don’t let up

She is so riled up when you easily lift her into your arms or push her on the bed

You have taken up to carrying Bela to bed whenever you feel particularly thirsty and she isn’t too exhausted

You always end up with her body on top of yours, her large thighs by your small face as you make her practically whine and mewl for you for hours

Cassandra

She’s by far taller than you, and frankly?

Also stronger than you. She is the strongest out of the three sisters, and your strength doesn’t rival hers

Now, this isn’t surprising, to nobody

However, when she finds you are, despite your height, strong, it catches her completely off guard

She doesn’t need you to be stronger than her to fluster her

Merely to be strong

The first time you demonstrate it, is when she invites you along on a hunt

She’s groaning as she attempts to drag the huge beast, the carcass of a varcolac behind her

Ignoring your snickers at the image of a woman dragging this massive hound, she promptly challenges you to give her a hand

She doesn’t expect you to take half the weight off your shoulders

Nor does she expect you to cheer and lift her when you return to the castle

“That was fun!”

“Don’t drop me!”, she only shrieks

Too caught up in the shock of being levitated, she doesn’t catch on that you are lifting her

Holding her by her thighs, you seem to have little trouble lifting her and spinning her in the air

Cassandra is both shocked and flustered by this

If you can lift her, after all, surely you can manhandle her…?

The thought excites her

She’s very bold, and makes it very obvious she enjoys your strength and muscles

Often, you find her lurking nearby when you work out

She’s a total sucker for that

Cassandra loves to lay on top of the work benches or window sill, merely to watch you and lick her lips at you

Sometimes, she opts for distracting you with teasing touches

Cassandra enjoys to slide her hand between your legs when you work out, or simply to get on her knees and “help out”

She absolutely is considered a flustered mess when you do anything to show off your strength or muscles, and you know it

Often, Cassandra teases you about your height

Smudging your face in her breasts,

kneeling down and baby talking you to mock you playfully,

putting things outside your reach

Yet when she smudges your face in her chest by running into you and makes a comment about not having seen you due to your height, you have found a good counter

Cassandra’s self satisfied, confident and mocking smirk is wiped off her face when you do as much as to push her to her knees with enough force

Then, you’ve got quite the flustered little brat staring up at you

Bonus points if you keep your hand on her shoulder to prevent her from gettin up, or at the very least make it more difficult

Sometimes, this plays right in her cards

Cassandra, mischievous as she can be, often seeks you out and teases you about your height purely to have you give her a taste of this strength she loves

She likes to pick you up randomly for this and call you her blood-bag

When she is pushed down in return and mounted, she only sports a single smirk

Daniela

She’s, despite being the youngest of the sisters, quite tall

And definitely taller than you

Daniela loves to tease you about this, too. Really, teasing you is her favorite thing to do, it seems

Among many short people jokes and lines, she likes to remind you of your size by actions

Such as resting her arm on top of your head, then acting surprised and claiming you were so short, she couldn’t see you

One time, this backfires on her, and she is very much so reminded of your strenght

You’re sitting on her bed, reading peacefully as she comes swarming in with a large grin on her face

You know, you’re going to get teased again

And right you are!

“Oh! Didn’t think I’d see you here”, she says, a giggle daring to ruin her punchline

“I thought Santa still needed help wrapping the presents”, she adds, giggling and placing her arm onto the top of your head at last

You roll your eyes at your little brat of a girlfriend

Then, you decide, it’s time for revenge. To take action

“Get it? Because you’re sho-AH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Daniela is shrieking and squirming when you suddenly lift her onto the bed and in your arms, and gasps when she is dropped in the small gap between the wall and her bed

With her legs and arms on the bed and nearly her entire body in the gap, she’s stuttering out some apology

Daniela’s cheeks turn bright pink when you lay down on the bed, at last on eye level with her

“Hm? What’s that, little Dani?”, you coo teasingly, your hand patting the top of her head

It seems the tables have turned

From this day on, Daniela grows more and more aware of your strength, and it turns her on to no end

Your submissive girlfriend loves nothing more than to ask you unnecessary things merely to see a display of your strength and mush over you

Love? Will you lift the bed for her?

Will you please lift her so she can reach the top of the closet? Something is on there. No, she doesn’t quite feel like swarming

Will you please drag her newest prey for her?

As a reward, you always receive a fiery kiss

You can’t help but notice how flustered she gets at the smallest displays of your strength, and decide to test this out in the bedroom

Daniela really gets into it when you restrain her head with your arm or hold her wrists tightly when you’re on top of her

Additionally, she seems very much so into feeling you push and pull her easily

Frankly?

While Daniela expects princess treatment, she often enjoys being manhandled and fucked like a slut, and a little bit of strength is just perfect for throwing her on the bed, pulling her where you want her and having your way with her

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #¯\ (ツ) /¯ anon

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iamawolfstarsimp · 4 months

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Sup bitches im back

currently snowing where I am so thought I'd make a cute lil cozy fluffy fix for ya'll (plus, who doesn't like those)

Hope you all are well, I recently got sick and finally am rid of whatever sort of illness it was. but I'm just gonna get into the swing of things again now that I'm better so what better way to do that than write a fic for ya'll

but anyway, enjoy!

Sirius didn't know what this feeling was. A sort of misplacement.

It happened every few weeks or months, where Sirius would wake up and not feel right in his bones. As if his soul was uncomfortable in his body.

It wasn't like the regular winter or autumnal melancholy, but a deeper feeling than that. It weighed him down for however long it stuck around, dragging within him like some sort of ball and chain.

You could usually tell when it happened, the symptoms were pretty obvious. He was less energetic and wasn't in on any pranks or mischief making, he ate less and dressed more proper instead of his usual mushed up look, and either avoid the others like the plague or follow them around like a helpless puppy.

He rarely ever talked to anyone about it (as far as Remus knew) except for James. He would wordlessly crawl into James' bed when he felt the need to and they would talk (so he presumed, they always put up a silencing spell. He used to wish he could know what they talked about behind those curtains, to be included in their mystery conversatios. It hurt sometimes how Sirius would hide away all of the things he found ugly about himself and only show them to people he truly trusted. Of course, those memories were years ago, before they had even started dating so now he got to see plenty of Sirius' parts. Both the good and bad.)

On days or nights he felt that sense of longing or depression, he would crawl into Remus' bed and they'd talk or not talk. Whatever Sirius needed at the time.

This time was one where he wanted to talk. It was morning before classes and the others had already left. Remus was never a morning person so he stayed and slept in, snoozing his alarm every few minutes.

Sirius walked over and opened his curtains timidly. Remus turned and looked before smiling.

"Can I come in?" Sirius murmured. Remus nodded and rolled over to open the blankets for Sirius to crawl into which he did gladly.

"You wanna talk or jus' 'ere for a cuddle?" Remus slurred, blinking awake.

"Both?" Sirkha shrugged. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' shoulders, ducking his face into his shoulder to hug him. They stayed like that before Remus pulled back.

"M'kay, what's up?" Remus asked, resting his head on his pillow but remaining eye contact.

"I don't really know, I just-" Sirius sighed, looking away. "How do you feel upset about something that you don't feel upset about?"

"Like, I feel sad about my body right now but my head knows I'm hot and I have no reason to dislike myself but I do." Sirius explained, looking up at him.

Remus paused, letting the air settle. "Feelings and emotions can be confusing. Sometimes you can't control or rationalize them. They can be wildly incorrect but you still feel them not matter how you much you try to rid of them." Sirius looked away again. "And that's okay." Remus turned his face so that he'd look him in the eye. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is just feel, even if that's all you can do."

"No one's gonna judge you for being human and not loving yourself all the time." Remus smiled.

Sirius gave a small smile back. "What's bothering you this time?" Remus asked.

"Just my scars," Sirius replied, tracing up and down Remus' arm as he spoke. "Memories of how I get them, the pain I experienced as I got them, the house." Sirius shuddered slightly, shaking his head. "God, the house."

"I understand." Sirius knew he did but felt glad to be reassured. "My scars get to me too."

"Yeah, but, your scars are badass!" Sirius said immediately. Remus eyerolled but he was smiling. "Yours are like battle scars, they make you even hotter. Mine are just evidence of where I came from."

"If anything your scars are "battle scars", with all the fighting you and your mother had." That got a chuckle out of Sirius. "Mine are self-induced and you know that." Remus aimed a poke for Sirius' middle. Sirius swatted away his hand.

"Don't be mean."

"Don't be such a grouch." Remus snarked back, poking him again.

"Don't tickle me." Sirius grabbed his hands, or tried to.

"Oh, sorry, was I tickling you?" Sirius grinned and rolled over, hiding his face.

"You know you were, you meanie!" He said into the pillow.

"Can't help it, you're too fun to mess with." Remus leaned in and spoke in Sirius' ear, hands moving to wiggle against his sides.

"Rehemus!" Sirius shouted, arms slamming down to protect his sides.

Remus only grinned and continued. Sirius flipped over to properly defend himself but only succeeded in revealing more spots for Remus to "torture".

"No, wait, don't!" He laughed as Remus pinched along the bottom of his stomach. He threw his head back and cackled, hands weakly hitting Remus in the arms and shoulders.

"Hm? Don't what Padfoot? Honestly you're making no sense right now." Remus tutted, kissing the corner of Sirius' outstretched mouth.

"Tickle me! Don't tihihickle me!" Sirius giggled, yelling when Remus slipped his hands underneath his loose sleep shirt.

"Tickle you? Well if you insist." Remus shook his head and drilled his fingers into the bottom of Sirius' ribs, kissing different places his mouth could find. Sirius was lost in his own mirth, back arching, squeaking all the while squirming like mad.

Remus backed off and just trailed his fingertips across Sirius' sides lightly. He tugged up his shirt to inspect the scar that ran across Sirius' side, three prosice lines cut evenly on his left side, his mother's doing. He traced the lines a few times till Sirius caught his breath.

"You're an awful boyfriend." Sirius scowled, but there was amusement in his eyes. Remus only laughed and kissed him again.

"Better?" Remus raised his eyebrows.

"No, but I'll accept your measly apology for now because we have class in twenty minutes." They both hopped up from the bed.

"But I expect a hundred more later!" Sirius shouted from the bathroom. Remus shook his head in the moment but fulfilled Sirius' request and some.

Hope you liked!

#sirius black #remus lupin #tickle fic #marauders #harry potter #tickle #wolfstar tickle #this turned out way longer than i anticipated #and a little sad #but a happy ending

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writerownstory · 7 months

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14 ("Across the room smiles") or 16 ("The “I’m in love with you and can’t stop grinning like an idiot” smile ") for the cute smiles juke prompts, please. :) (Can't decide. Both are too good.)

this was requested way too long ago but I’ve been in a severe writing slump so it took me too long 🥲 anyway, these prompts are from this post by @me-writes-prompts !! I thought I wanted to take requests but I quickly found out I do not have the bandwidth 😅 so here is a cute lil juke fic in the meantime! it is a mess but it is Juke so oh well. I also couldn’t choose one prompt so I did both and that’s why this is so long 😌

Julie would never get tired of this.

The sound of different voices overlapping and lots of laughter filled the room. She watched as her dad showed Willie the various features in his newest camera, Willie listening with rapt attention.

In the kitchen, Tía was bustling around and giving Reggie instructions as he tried to keep up with the many years of cooking some of the best meals Julie has ever tasted under her belt.

Flynn and Carlos were setting the table together, chatting about who knows what.

It’s become a tradition to spend their birthdays all together. One they’ve carried since they were kids—lost teenagers just trying to make it big in the music industry. Back when Julie met Luke, Reggie and Alex and they immediately became part of the Molina family which already consisted of her Dad, Carlos, Victoria and Flynn. Flynn introduced Alex to Willie and their family was pretty close to complete.

The warm rush of love that flooded her system was something she never got tired of.

And now as she watched their family get ready for her birthday dinner, Julie couldn’t be happier with the way her life was turning out.

She watched as Luke walked into the dining room, tapped Carlos on his left shoulder as he passed him, and swiped his finger through the frosting on the cake tía made.

Just as Luke successfully licked the frosting off his finger, Carlos caught on to Luke’s antics and it turned into both boys trying to put the other in a headlock.

Flynn rolled her eyes and continued setting the table but Julie could see a small, fond smile grace her face.

Luke ended up overpowering the younger boy, much to Carlos’s dismay but they both laughed as Luke let him get back to his task. It was when he took a step back and Julie could tell he was also surveying the room and the people he loved all in one space, that his eyes finally caught hers.

His smile is bright and soft at the same time, lighting up his features and simultaneously making her insides turn to mush.

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio,” Victoria called from the kitchen. “Your father and I need you in the kitchen, por favor.”

Julie felt her cheeks burn. She glanced back at Luke, his smile turning amused and he shot her a wink as she made her way into the kitchen.

But the light and airy feeling she got from Luke quickly dissipated when she saw her dad and aunt bent together talking seriously. It’s eerily reminiscent of a time she was still all too familiar with, the day her parents sat her down to tell her Rose was sick.

“Papí? What’s going on?”

“Julie! Nothing, mija,” Ray startled, waving a hand in the air. “We just wanted to talk with you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, sobrina,” Victoria assured her. “We’re just so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, and I know your mom would be so proud of you too,” Ray agreed. “Especially in the way you’ve formed a band with the boys and created a wonderful life for yourself.”

Julie nodded, their words comforting but also making her heart ache at the reminder of the many milestones her mother didn’t get to see. Where were they going with this?

“And we couldn’t be happier for you, that you’ve found such a wonderful partner in Luke,” Victoria said.

She smiled at the mention of Luke. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Julie glanced back and forth between them, still not quite sure what was going on. “Where are you two going with this?” It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to be saying any of this, but it seemed almost out of nowhere.

“Mija it’s your birthday, can’t your old dad get a little emotional?” Ray teased.

“My birthday was a few days ago,” she corrected with a teasing smile before she pulled them both into a hug. “I love you guys…. even when you act weird.”

They both chuckled before Julie pulled back and a hand sliding into place on the small of her back made her jump.

She turned to see Luke waiting for her, eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t decipher. “Hey Jules. Follow me?” He slipped his hand into hers without waiting for an answer (it was always yes and he knew that) and led her through the door to the backyard.

“Luke, what’s going on?”

“Have I told you how insanely talented I think you are?”

“Only when you’re deflecting,” she shot back, and the shit eating grin he sent her should’ve annoyed her, but it only made butterflies swoop in her belly.

“You mean you don’t want to write in the studio the way we used to?”

Julie raised a curious brow at him even as they continued to walk through the yard toward the gate that led to the garage turned studio. “Oh yeah? And what song are you working on?”

“A really special one,” he told her over his shoulder as they walked through the gate and made their way down the stairs. “I want your opinion on it.”

Julie remembered the countless times they made this exact walk as teenagers, when Luke would rush into her room or even up to her locker at school going on excitedly about a song or an idea he had.

Or the many times she snuck out here in high school because she knew Luke was taking refuge in the studio, away from his parents and the constant arguing that plagued their home.

Or any time he met her out there, all the band practices they had, writing sessions like he’d just mentioned, or when she missed her mom so much, Luke would bring her out here to cuddle up and talk or nap together. She always felt closest to her mom in the studio and to share so many wonderful memories of Luke and the boys there meant so much to her.

It truly was a magical, happy place for Julie and for their relationship.

Despite this, when they finally reached the doors and Luke pulled them open, Julie’s jaw still dropped in shock.

Twinkling lights were strung from the ceiling, just barely touching the chairs hanging from the ceiling. White sheets were draped around the studio to cover the walls, with numerous candles and flower petals scattered across every surface creating a warm glow from inside.

It was the most beautiful the studio had ever looked in her memory. She walked further inside, still in awe that Luke did it. It must’ve taken him so long to set it all up and find the time in between their recording schedule to sneak out here and put it together.

Julie turned toward the man in question only to find him down on one knee. “Luke,” she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. She shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both discussed marriage and their future and both agreed they wanted that together. She just didn’t think it was happening now.

He gently took her free hand and squeezed. “Julie, I have loved you since the minute I saw you sitting in the back of Harrison’s class sophomore year. And then you immediately called me out because I didn’t recognize a Paramore song another kid was performing.”

She giggled at the memory, remembering her outrage that Luke couldn’t identify Misery Business. “How can you be in a pop rock band if you don’t know Paramore??”

“I know now!” His eyes sparkled with amusement that matched her own. “Little did I know then that as soon as we became friends, it was over for me. You have made me a better person, a better writer and a better musician and I hope to continue to do the same for you. I can’t imagine living out my dreams with anyone else.” Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, carefully opening it to reveal a familiar, simple princess cut diamond ring.

It was her mother’s ring, glittering in the light of the studio and as beautiful as Julie remembered.

Her eyes flickered from the ring to Luke’s face. “How did you… where did you get this?” Even as the words left her mouth, she already knew the answer.

“Your dad said you’ve been eyeing this ring since you were old enough to talk,” Luke said as he plucked it from the box and held it up to her. “He knew your mom would want you to have it now.”

Julie felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, her grief attempting to make itself known once again. If only her mom was here, waiting inside the house with the rest of her family to celebrate with them. To plan the wedding, calm her nerves the day off, walk her down the aisle with her dad. But Julie knew her mom would be there with her, just like she always was. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Rose would always tell her.

Her dad and tía’s behavior suddenly made sense too. Why hadn’t she realized sooner??? She could be upset with Flynn for not clueing her in sooner…

But how could she feel anything but bone crushing, all consuming love for the man in front of her?

“I know you miss your mom, Jules,” he said, as if to prove the point she hadn’t even voiced out loud. “I know you wish she were here, and I do too. But the best I can do is to bring you here where I know you feel closest to her.”

Luke was her musical partner, her co-writer, her rock, her best friend, her comfort, and her home. She wanted all of him: the good and bad and whatever life threw at them. Julie wanted Luke by her side forever, and she was sure Rose would approve.

“Julie, baby,” Luke addressed her finally. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded as a few tears escaped down her cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will.”

Luke’s grew so big she was sure it had to hurt his face. He slid the ring onto her finger before standing up to cup her face. “These are happy tears, yeah?” His thumb swiped them away.

Julie laughed, albeit shaky and nodded again. “Yes, Luke.”

“Good because otherwise me kissing you in a minute is gonna be a little awkward,” he joked before leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

She pulled back after a beat, pressing her forehead to his. “I love you too, you know.”

Luke’s eyes opened, glancing at her expression before a familiar smile takes over his face once more.

“What?” she asked, a mirroring smile blooming across her face.

“I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I’m the Julie Molina’s fiancé.”

Her responding eye roll is lost in the mess of kisses Luke presses over her face.

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s/o to the time Madi came for Charlie’s throat in a live when she was talking about Paramore and he had no idea 😂

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio” = Stop looking at your boyfriend

#happy juke jeudi!#juke fic #writing prompt #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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Hello, just wanted to say I love your blog and your opinions are really valuable to me! Now, asked this to another blog which opinions also I value about Jikook, because, like you, they work with the truth, and not delusions. Saying this just in case you see the same ask on another blog, it's only because I really like both of your opinions.

That being said, what do you think about the time when pictures of Jungkook hugging and going out with his female tattooist god leaked? Now, don't get me wrong, I know that time was very hard for Jungkook because of the unjustified hate he got for it, and I know just because a boy and a girl hug/interact doesn't equal to them dating (esp. with annoying ppl in this fandom where jk can't even BREATHE without ppl creating rumors that he's been dating 50 girls. I mean, did you see the crazy rumor about a rich blonde girl from Qatar? Lmao its CRAZY)

But, I really want to know about your opinion on this. Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they weren't drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I think, that you are trying to pass yourself off as a Jikooker and anon,

Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they were drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I would much rather talk about what happened after that. Here are some of my favourite moments from Bon Voyage season 4.

JK saying ILY then looking at Jimin immediately after

This one no one ever talks about. But someone said Jimin had arrived and the way JK immediately looks and perks up! Omg!! 😭😭😭

And he doesn't stop staring at Jimin either. He'd really missed his baby. Also the way he perked up reminds me of this popular moment when Jimin calls JK Kookosan and we get the happiest smile from JK that turns us all to mush.

I could have sworn JK was younger than Jimin. So idk why Jimin treats JK like he's the hyung

IYKYK 😌😌

JK saying Jimin's name as J.M and writing the same down.

I don't need to remind y'all his ink was still new so you're the delulu one if you think JK doesn't know what the letters on his hand look like.

We always talk about JK bringing the snow. But we don't talk enough about JK sitting by the snow waiting for Jimin to come out. We don't talk about how eager he was to show Jimin what he got him. How quickly he stood up all excited.

And the smile on his face as he watches Jimin's reaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

And yes, I do think this may have been to make up for the scandal even though it wasn't JK's fault. Also if u notice JK is very subdued this season and Jimin was looking after him alot. It's why satellite Jimin was on an all time high in BV sn 4. Haters really put JK through the wringer but I'm glad his man was able to be there for him.

Hand holding to take a picture and JK removing his glove so it can be skin on skin. Feels 😩😩

Jimin drooling over how bad ass JK was for jumping upside down. You bet your ass he loves this side of JK.

This right here is a favourite of mine. (I have more but damn u tumblr and your image limit) They're in New Zealand. Beautiful, gorgeous country. They get directed to a place with a beautiful, beautiful, insane view. All other members are watching this view and admiring it. Meanwhile JK's view:

And he stared for a long time. The camera kept panning out and JK was still staring. If you truly believe JK is not in love with Jimin, then idk what to tell ya.

Anon, Jungkook is in love with Jimin, is committed to Jimin and Jimin only. Has only ever had eyes for Jimin, has never strayed and most probably never will. He's in this Jimin shit for life.

Period.

#anyway thanks for stopping by #jikook #kookmin #insecure jikookers #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz #bon voyage jikook #jikook analysis #jikook is real #jimin #jungkook #whipped jk #whipped jungkook

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sorenwuzhere · 2 years

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SAGAU smut drabble

Ok so I just had this random idea but you know how there's time dilation right? And you the creator also has needs cough cough sexual needs cough cough so you decide to confide in your sweet sweet acolytes and vent to them about your frustrations, they listened to you intently albeit a little embarrassed and by the end of it they proposed to have you sleep with someone, now knowing about how different you process time they decided to have multiple people please you, 3 at least and so they got to work prepared a luxurious room set with some toys and a bell? Apparently it was a bell that the acolyte can use to tap out when they feel as though they couldn't carry on satisfying you, there were a few protests from a few acolytes about how it's useless to have that there because obviously they wouldn't tap out on you.

Finally started the "love making" session, the first 2 acolytes went out with a wobble to their steps holding on to walls to keep themself steady and the 3rd acolyte is quite nervous now, when they get in the room they could smell the scent of sex and sweat all around the room their train of thoughts were cut off when you almost immediately jump on them.

After a few hours (a few minutes for you) the acolyte is moaning out, their whole body shaking, they don't know how much they've cum now. They try to reach for the bell but contemplate it when they saw your expression, you seemed close they would like to be the one to satisfy you, but they can't take anymore of this, any more and their brain will turn into mush! Again they try to reach for the bell but their face turns into one of horror when you reach for their wrists and pin them together

"I can't anymore your grace! Please!" they plead but you don't listen too lost in your pleasure to hear their cries

"just a bit more, I'll be there soon" they felt themself get closer to another orgasm when they hear your seductive voice and meet your lust filled eyes, their eyes roll back to their skull their vision turning white as they feel themself getting closer to their climax for the nth time

Their erotic expression and loud moan pushed you over the edge and finally you came. Their whole body was twitching and their mind was mushed, they seemed completely out of it.

You tapped their face a couple of times and asked them if they were okay, but their response you couldn't comprehend, you sighed and flopped to the side of the bed, looking over to your worn out acolyte beside you, their eyes drifting to sleep.

A/N: Ahhh writing smut is both refreshing and embarrassing, this is my first time so please be gentle with me! Also I actually haven't played genshin impact (not yet at least), I just somehow discovered SAGAU and I've been on a rabbit hole, there's lots of angst here but not enough smut(tragic) so I decided to contribute and write a lil' something for you guys and for myself. Thank you so much for reading! Any kind of interaction is appreciated, have a good one!

#sagau #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact sagau #I've read every single sagau smut from the sagau tag and now I've run out #so I resorted to where all fanfic writers started #writing my own fic #I hope future me likes this fic I did make it for me after all

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yourantag · 1 year

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Sweetest Thing (Royal!Anne×Baker!Reader)

AN: This started as a Xiao fluff fic, then an angst one after a friend said I couldn't be evil, but somehow ended up turning into an Anne fluff fic. It was also only supposed to be 1.5k words at most though, that didn't happen either. Writing really is an experience. Also sorry about your divorce omw to fight Vin/hj Word count: 2.3k words Summary: Princess Anne tries to bake you cookies after seeing you feeling down. It doesn't go well.

Anne awkwardly looks at the pile of ominous mush in the pan. It smells faintly of charcoal, smoke, and regrets. It honestly smelled better than it looked, considering it looked like an abomination of nature and a war crime to all of Oletus Kingdom.

'Perhaps... I'm not suited for things like baking.' Anne thought, letting an embarrassed smile form upon her lips. She put down the tray and took off the oven mitts. Although she wasn't surprised, she couldn't help but be disappointed nonetheless.

For the longest time, the bakers of the Lester Royal Family were your ancestors. Raised to serve the country's sovereign, you were well known throughout the entire kingdom and beyond for your baking skills. You were called a genius, a prodigy, practically born to be a Royal Baker, which wouldn't necessarily be incorrect.

However, Anne could never accept that. Before you could be properly trained to become a Royal Baker, you were her playmate. While her parents wanted her to hang out with nobility, Anne had found herself drawn to you. Perhaps it was the ever lingering scent of baked goods on you, or the fact that you'd sneak her treats when she wasn't supposed to have any.

Regardless, she saw you as a friend first and foremost. You weren't the Royal Baker, her servant, or anything else like that. Anne would never let those titles define who you are as a person, not when she had gotten to know who you are before those titles were stuck upon you. Even now, when you two are older, when things are more complicated than they were before, she can't see you as anything less than, well, you.

She had seen you looking rather upset; so as any good friend would do, she tried to cheer you up. Anne's plan was simple: make you cookies. It would be especially meaningful if she made it herself, so she shooed off the worried servants from the extra kitchen and got ready.

It couldn't be that hard, right? She wasn't expecting them to be perfect or anything, just decent, or at least edible. With a cookbook and some of the best ingredients in the kingdom, it was basically impossible for Anne to fail!

She was severely mistaken.

Baking was far harder than the princess had anticipated. It required precision, practice, time management, multitasking, and so much more. It was honestly overwhelming. There was seemingly so much time to do this and that, but then, in the blink of an eye, something was burning.

Sulking a bit, Anne glanced sullenly at the flour dusted pages of the cookbook. It sat there innocently, as if it hadn't misled her. The picture of the perfect finished product taunted her in all its glory, looking scrumptious.

Her stomach growled, to which she let out a groan immediately afterward. It had been a rough few hours, and she hadn't gotten around to eating. She'd strictly informed the servants not to enter until she came out. Respecting her orders, they didn't come in at all, even just to inform her that it was lunchtime. Perhaps they had said it outside the door, but she just hadn't heard.

Either way, Anne was hungry, tired, and a bit let down. Thus, she sluggishly started to clean up the mess she had made, carefully tossing dirty bowls and spatulas into the sink. She quickly wiped the counter with a wet rag before washing her hands, humming faintly.

Turning around, she faced her little atrocities. She honestly didn't know what to do with them. It felt like a waste to throw away, but these were most definitely anything but edible. It could probably be used as a poison, if you can even convince someone to try it.

Anne prepared to throw away the results of her hours of effort, a bruised ego her only other prize, when the door opened. Surprised, she set down the tray immediately to see who it was.

There you stood, looking vaguely concerned as you stepped into the kitchen. The door clicked shut behind you like the final strike of a clock, declaring the end of her life.

'Oh God why.'

Her face flushed red as she fully turned around to hide the tray behind her body. Anne knew very well you'd likely have seen it coming in, but she still tried to conceal her humiliating attempt at cookies.

Trying to seem calm, she plastered a strained smile to her face and observed you. You weren't in your work clothes, dressed more for an outing, if anything. It reminded her that she had invited you to come try her cookies around this time since it was your day off.

Anne of the past had believed she would've made good cookies by now.

Ha. Haha.

Past Anne was dreadfully wrong, and she couldn't curse herself enough for her arrogance.

"Anne? Are you alright? I came as you asked but uh... you seem busy." You slowly walk towards her, watching as immediately her smile drops and she panics. You pause as she rips a tray off the counter and tries to shove the entire thing in a trash can. She fails, as instead of dumping it in sideways, she threw it down flat.

The tray clangs loudly against the rim of the trash can, echoing in the kitchen. The charred... whatever it is, jumps up and down a few times, adding a few crispy crackles and wet splats to the odd symphony of noise.

If Anne's face could turn any redder, it would.

You stare at Anne, bewildered. The usually sweet and composed princess was no more, reduced to nothing but a bumbling mess. She looked like she would want nothing more than for the Earth to swallow her whole.

"...are you alright?" You ask again, genuinely worried that Anne was going half catatonic on you. She had stopped floundering by now, elegantly folding her hands in front of her. She stared at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"...yes. I'm perfectly fine." Her voice cracked, but she pretended that didn't happen. In fact, Anne was trying to forget everything that had happened in the past few minutes. She didn't want to think about it.

You squint your eyes at her before turning to get a better look at the tray she so desperately wanted to keep away from you. Initially, Anne tries to hide it, but after carefully moving her aside, you see it all.

The burnt, dry, yet somehow also wet mush on the tray is somewhat of a familiar sight to you. It reminds you of when you were younger, when you were just an apprentice baker, if you could even be called that. Many failed attempts were made those days, but it was necessary for you to become the baker you are today. It felt nostalgic.

Turning to the cookbook nearby, you read the description. Your brows raise in surprise before you face Anne once more. She looks ready to sprint out the room, noble etiquette be damned.

Seeing her flustered like this was rare and precious, but you knew you shouldn't tease. From the few clues around the kitchen, as well as the fact that you'd been invited at this time, you could piece together what had happened.

Silently, you pull out a sandwich from the picnic basket you'd been lugging with you. You pass it to Anne, watching her stare at you in confusion. She quickly gives up on finding answers, preferring to eat first rather than asking questions.

Gently placing the picnic basket on the counter, you continue to take out the packed dishes and drinks. You pour a glass of lemonade before sending it Anne's way, watching as she quickly takes it with a curt "thank you." You could understand now why the servants had seemed so relieved to see you.

The kitchen servants had asked you to bring food to the princess while you were visiting, worried beyond belief but unable to defy her orders. Her command that no one could enter the kitchen lest she exit was a bit unreasonable, but they didn't dare disobey her. They could only await her exit anxiously before you came, concerned for her health.

"...I was trying to make cookies for you." She starts, having finished her meal. You hum in response, taking a sip of your drink. "It didn't turn out well, as you can see."

It certainly didn't.

You glance at the dirty dishes in the sink, then remember how her attempt had looked. It was... evidently not her specialty, making sweets, but that was no fault of hers. Anne had never baked in her life.

Most people didn't realize how much effort it took, and didn't bother trying, daunted by the idea of doing something new. Yet, Anne tried. She was brave enough to try regardless of the likelihood of failure. That was still something to be proud of.

"I noticed you'd been feeling a bit down these days, so I wanted to cheer you up. Your cookies always cheer me up, so I thought I could make my own to do the same for you." She rattled on, pouting slightly. She was truly hoping to impress you, or at least be able to give you something so that you would smile.

You stare at her in surprise. It wasn't every day that someone tried to make you baked treats, much less a literal princess. People typically thought that since you were a baker, you could just make stuff for yourself and wouldn't care about receiving them. They aren't wrong. You can always make your own goods, but it'd still be nice to receive some. However, you understood that at the same time, you'd have to have a lot of courage to give a Royal Baker baked treats.

"Well, do you want to make cookies together, then?" You ask, smiling gently at Anne. She looks at you in surprise, then joy. Her face lights up as she enthusiastically shouts, "Yes!"

So, after chatting a bit more, the two of you clean up the counter to get ready to bake. You pull flour, sugar, and other ingredients from the shelves, flitting from place to place. Anne watches, having set the washed bowls, whisks, and spatulas on the counter.

As you instruct her to mix together ingredients while you preheat the oven, she can't help but admire you. You quickly preheat the oven, set a timer, and then start chopping chocolate bars on a cutting board in a single rotation. Your movements are quick and efficient, elegant in their own right.

"Your cookies were rather, er, wet but burnt at the same time. I'm guessing you probably used too much butter and sugar." You noted, swiftly sliding the chopped chocolate off the cutting board and into a bowl. Anne hums a confirmation, starting to pull the dough out of its bowl and kneading it on the counter.

"It was really dry, so I thought I should add some butter since they said to be careful with the amount of milk we used. I added more sugar since I thought that it'd taste better if it's sweeter. After all, there's a lot of dark chocolate in here." You look at the cookbook, realizing she's right. Although she went about it incorrectly, Anne's line of thought was perfectly reasonable.

"If you want it to be sweeter, we can substitute some of the dark chocolate for milk chocolate. As for the dryness, that's temporary. It might seem like nothing is changing, but just keep kneading." You never explicitly say that the way she did things was wrong, only offering the correct solution. She appreciated that you didn't scold her or say aloud her mistakes.

You were always conscientious, making sure to be firm but not harsh, respectful, but not distant. Despite the fact that you were well aware she was a princess, you always treated her as a friend when alone.

Anne didn't want to lose you due to things like birth rights and the like. To be perfectly honest, her role as a princess was more a chain that held her back than a key that unlocked opportunities for her.

If there was one thing she wished for more than anything, it would be to have you by her side forever. Her title wouldn't help her with that, only getting in the way if anything.

Still, she was willing to fight for the chance to be with you, to see you smile, to see you laugh, to see you sneakily offer her another treat that you knew she wasn't allowed to have.

She would do everything in her power to be with you, because to Anne, you were sweeter than any treat you could make.

"And... done."

You wipe the sweat off your forehead, turning to look at Anne. You're both dusted in flour and a bit disheveled. Yet, you don't think you've ever felt as happy as you have at this moment.

"We're done!" She cheers, looking at the finished cookies with pride. With your teamwork, the two of you managed to make them perfectly, a few adjustments made to suit your preferences. They were cooled and dusted in sea salt, the rich scent of chocolate filling the room.

Your gaze softens at how Anne jumps up and down in exhilaration. It had been a bit difficult, but it was fun working with her to bake cookies. It was silly, it was loose, and it was just you two being you.

Carefully, you place the cookies onto a plate, watching Anne place two cups of milk on the counter. You take one cup to your side as you place the plate between you two, glancing up at her with a smile.

As the setting sun caresses your skin and embraces Anne, the two of you eat your cookies. The undertones of coffee and dark chocolate are a bit bitter, but the sweetness of the milk chocolate matches it perfectly. Just as such, through the bitterness of failure, the sweetness of your smile made Anne feel as if this day was a success. She hopes you'll bake with her again.

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panzershrike-pretz · 3 months

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Graves - pt 2

Pt 1

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I decided to keep writing this because I like my babies a lot :3

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“She wants to see me?” Miss Pigeon's voice sounded alarmed as she stepped back, taking a moment to make sure Enoch's bandages were good enough. Her expression was unrecognizable, suspicious. “Peacock wants to see me and sends children to find me? Hm. She's as cowardly as the day I last saw her.”

“We are no children!” Enoch huffed, staring at her. Pigeon seemed unphased by his response. “I am… at least 120. And fuckaroo here is, like, 104.”

“I don't see your point” she turned away, making her way to the wooden stove to put more wood on the fire - anything was good enough to distract her mind. “You two can spend the night here, if you'd like, but I'm not going back with you.”

“I'm fucking sorry?” Enoch asked, a bit too loud, because he immediately groaned in pain. “Why the fuck not?”

Pigeon's ears dropped and she glanced at him over her shoulder, serious.

“I told you not to curse, young man.”

“Miss Pigeon, we kind of… can't turn back bare handed…?” Seamus intervened. “with all due respect, ma'am, we didn't fight the Hollow for nothing.”

“Well, then tell Peacock I died to that thing and you found me all mangled, I don't care.” She put a kettle on the stove, leaning against the counter to not look at them. Her eyes were fixated on the window, distant. “I am pretty sure you guys are able to lie.”

“She'll know you’re alive, ma'am.”

“Yeah, isn't her assistant a lie-detector peculiar?” Enoch barged in again. “She'll punish us for your lie and then drag your ass to her place so she can talk about whatever-the-fuck she wants to talk with you.”

“I'll be gone by the time she gets here.”

“For the things I heard about you, I wouldn't think ol’ war hero Aurora would be such a stuck up brat.”

Pigeon's fur spiked along her arms and neck; she turned around, facing Enoch with pure anger.

“It's Miss Pigeon for you, Mr. O'Connor. You treat me respectfully, or both of you are out of my loop.”

“Well, boo-hoo! I aint scared of ya, oldie.”

“Enoch, shut up!” Seamus yelled, getting between both of them. “Can you stop? This is no way to solve a problem!”

“She started it…” Enoch rolled his eyes, then started to fiddle with his tail.

Pigeon recomposed herself, turning her back at them as she waited for the water to boil. When it did, she resorted to quietly pouring it into a bowl full of herbs and leaves.

“I can't go back to Peacock.” She simply put, using some kind of big crystal to mush the leaves. “She's not someone trustworthy, anyway.”

Sam sat down near her, curious. It was not his job to hear whatever she had to say, but curiosity got the best of him. He waited, in complete silence, the only audible sound being of the paste the woman was making for their injuries.

Pigeon seemed angrier with every second - to the point where Sam feared she'd break the bowl with the force she was using. It was fair, though, because she really seemed ready to punch a hole in a wall.

“That lying betrayal-driven daughter of Sindresh!” She let out, stopping her work suddenly. “She has the guts to do what she did to me and then send you to try and get me back? Fix HER errors? It's been 79 years and she hasn't had the courage to show her stupid face around?”

“What… what happened between you two…?” Sam couldn't help himself - he almost felt guilty for asking, but words couldn't be taken back.

“Nothing you should know.” Pigeon went to wash her hands before taking the bowl and turning to him, to apply her solution to his scratches and cuts.

She made quick work of it - it needed to be applied using one of her feathers and, even if it tickled and burned at first, the pain relief was almost immediate as well. After finishing up with Seamus, bandaging him up, she handed the bowl to Enoch.

“Now drink it.”

“A-what now?” He looked at the weird stuff on the bowl, disgusted. It had a kind of slush texture but somehow worse, with feather-bits between the green. “I ain't drinkin’ it. Its… ew.”

“It's a potion for any injuries and it includes internal bleeding if you happen to have one. It'll also help your ribs heal. If anything, will at least kill bacteria from the Hollow's saliva and blood.”

He stared at her, then at Seamus.

“Why doesn't he have to drink it, then? He swallowed the saliva!”

“I like him better.” That said, Pigeon made her way out of the kitchen, leaving both of them behind.

“Cheer up, Enoch.” Sam smiled, entertained. “How bad can it be?”

“It smells like crap! And looks disgusting! I'd rather get stabbed than drink this-”

“Well, it surely doesn't smell as bad as you do. Just hold your breath and be done with it. Its just… soup. If soup was weird…”

Enoch's lip trembled as he went for the drink. The taste was horrible - and he made sure to let it be very clear by dropping the bowl on the ground and running to drink water. His mouth burned and he couldn't stop coughing, eyes tearing up as he tried to stop the taste.

In retrospect, it didn't make a lot of sense for him to drink it instead of only having it applied to his injuries - but it was clear as day Pigeon only told him to do that because she didn't like him. It would have the same effect if he drank or not, so she decided to have him do the worse option.

“HAH! YOUR FACE!” Sam threw his head back, unable to contain the laugh while watching Enoch scramble around for anything to alleviate his mouth. He looked like he was ready to throw it all up.

Seamus shook his head after a moment of seeing his friend fight the taste, then got up to leave him alone. “I'll make sure to tell everyone back on Blithe your reaction to Pigeon's medicine.”

“Fuck… you…”

Sam kept giggling to himself as he made his way through the house. It wasn't big and didn't seem really lived in. Felt empty, even with so much stuff all around - it was like Aurora kept it just for shows and nothing more. Even with candles here and there, it was dark as night when he stumbled upon a painting on the wall.

It was a young, smiling Miss Pigeon, back when she presumably still had 4 paws and her hair wasn't silvery. She seemed proud with what he assumed was the Ymbryne Academy's uniform and Miss Therese Aracari's hand on her shoulder.

Looking closely at the painting, in one of the lower corners, he was able to find the year in which Pigeon graduated: 1745. Fuck, she really was old.

He couldn't help but wonder what happened, in all of Pigeon's years, to make her the way she was now: an old, seemingly sweet at first, but grumpy and paranoic lady? Sam shook his head and kept going, stoping in front of Pigeon's room.

She sat on the bed, staring out the window, silently thinking.

“Miss P, may I ask you about the painting on the wall?” His voice was low, respectful, but even then it kind of scared her, ripping the woman from her own mind.

“Yes. Yes, what is it?”

“How old were you at the time?”

“Barely 25, I think. It was very long ago.”

“Aracari was your mentor?”

“Yes. I haven't seen her in years. Is she still alive?” Pigeon turned her head to face him, making an invitation for him to enter and sit beside her, on the flowery green mattress. The question was genuine, it showed she still cared for the woman responsible for teaching her all she knows.

Sam did as she asked. “Yeah, she is. She still looks the same, also. It's weird knowing she was your mentor… how old is she, now?”

“Huh, probably around her… 400’s. She has a way of keeping out of trouble and alive. Nothing gets her, you see, not even Regulus and his… minions.” Pigeon's eyes became cloudy once more, she frowned at the mere mention of them.

“Enoch said… he said that Hollow you killed back there was Pansy's one. You know her, right? She sent it to kill you.”

“Then that disgraceful brat is out of prison? Huh, I should've thought she'd get out and come for me. That's what you get for sparing a life.”

“You did?”

“I am old, Mr. Finnegan, but I'm not any weak lady.” Her smile appeared again, proud. “It was one of the last times I left this Loop, though. It's a wonder she escaped and even found me. I didn't know Hollows could enter loops, they evolved.”

“Yeah, they became worse. You know… maybe Miss Peacock wants your help to catch Pansy again? You were the only one able to catch her the first time.”

“Back then it was different. I found her in France, around the 1940's, working for Regulus.”

“The 40's? I was there at the time.” Sam said, looking curious. “Only 1944, though. And she?”

“I'm… i'm sure it was around the same time.” Pigeon looked at him, kind of lost in thought. The day she captured Pansy, she was trying to flee Normandy with a bunch of kidnapped peculiars. Aurora might not have been able to save those children - or at least most of them -, but some did still run away from the chaos that was the fight.

For a moment, Aurora wondered if Sam could've been one of Pansy's victims if he was there at the wrong time. She could tell from his face that he never even saw Pansy, but Pigeon still couldn't help but feel bad at the memory of the kids killed by Pansy and her team's Hollows. None of them deserved to be caught in the crossfire.

“She was very important to Regulus and was taken alongside three other men. One of them died on the way to prison, and I believe another died after some years locked up…” Pigeon averted her gaze once more, trying to remember. “They usually worked as spies to Reg. Pansy was particularly good at it, we spent years trying to locate her. They'd drive those massive trucks around with peculiars locked on the back with Hollows. If anything happened, they'd let the monsters… do their job.” The woman's voice dropped as she heard a wing flutter and a coo, being taken from her memories back to the moment by a bird. Suddenly, she was up. “SPY!”

She sprung into action, grabbing a dagger from under the pillow beside her as a small pigeon entered through the window. She made quick work of it, using her own wings to hit it with enough force for the bird to fall on the ground, trying to flee - for her to grab it, nearly stabbing the creature when Sam stepped in.

“NO, MISS PIGEON, IT'S A MESSENGER!” He grabbed her arm, so the woman couldn't put the dagger in the bird's heart. It cooed in fright trying to free itself from her grasp. “It's okay, let it go!”

She still growled, but ultimately let the bird scurry away, trembling and all puffed up. It had a message tied to one of its feet and Seamus was quick to go and try calming the creature down.

He let the bird in his hands, carefully taking the letter out of its leg. Miss Pigeon, still in her altered state, was fast to grab the letter herself and open it, suspicion taking over her - now she didn't know if she could actually trust Seamus and Enoch.

After carefully reading and rereading it, though, she stared at the man. “Who is Pangea??”

“She's my friend! What happened?” A feeling of urgency took over him and he tried to take back the letter, but Pigeon stepped back in time to keep it.

“You'll answer me first, young man!” And now, she was pointing the dagger at him. “Who's Dean?”

Seamus felt his heart starting to race. “My boyfriend! For the Gods, Pigeon, what does this letter say??”

“B- boyfriend?” she looked at him, confused, then back at the letter. “Men can… what?”

“Things are a bit different in modern days, Miss P, now can I have it?”

She took a moment to think, then handed him the letter. Sam said a ‘thank you’ between his teeth before letting the bird rest on his shoulder to read it.

“What is it?” Enoch asked, appearing at the door.

“Fuckin’ all. Pangea had a vision and now they think we're dead or something. She saw us being attacked. Dean is panicking and Miss Peacock wants to send a rescue team to find us-” he looked over at Miss Pigeon, trying to understand why the fuck she was so defensive of the letter - and scared, honestly.

“Well, now that's fun.” Enoch crossed his arms. “Anything ‘bout dad ‘n Olive?”

“No, I'm not sure if they know yet. Rodion would've already be here if he knew anything happened to you, that's for sure.”

“Then I believe it's time you two go back to where you came from and leaave me alone.” Pigeon put the dagger back under her pillow, facing away from them. “I'm not required to care for you anymore. I killed the Hollow and gave you medicine, you know the way out. Shouldn't let your family waiting.”

“Pigeon, you need to come as well” Sam tried again, but she wasn't interested.

“No, I don't. You two better hit the road, ‘cause if my loop is invaded by your friends, I have every right to protect myself.”

Seamus knew what this meant and his mind went back to the gun she used to kill the Hollow. She wasn't kidding, clearly.

“Alright. We're leaving. C'mon, Enoch, we have better stuff to do.”

“You serious? I got my ribs broken for nothing?”

“It seems so, yes. Well… it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss P. I hope you change your mind.”

Seamus shoved the letter on his jacket's pocket as he got it back from where it was left, before grabbing Enoch by the arm. They both left the house as quickly as possible, going down the steps back to the ruined village, now free of the fog from earlier.

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Seamus took a breath as he stepped out of the room, helping Enoch find his footing. Their heads aching from the shift in pressure of the Pandeloop's portal - going from 1765 to 1886 was sure a big jump to make in time and doing so two times in a day had its consequences.

Both of them breathed in the stale air of the Devil's Acre, their eyes adjusting to the pale yellowish light of the place. They looked around - obviously, it was exactly the way they left it, but they felt like checking just to be sure they were not still in Pigeon's Loop. The bird, sitting upon Sam's shoulder let out a coo before flying off through the window - it needed as much rest as them, after the scare of the day.

Seamus took some steps further, the wooden floor creaking under his weight and, just before he could reach the door, it flung open.

Dean almost hit Sam's face with the speed he barged in, hugging him so hard both almost fell on the ground. “Oh fucking Gods, you are fucking alive!”

“Well, I told you.” Horace crossed his arms, unimpressed by both men's return. He was promptly shoved aside by Peggy and Pangea, though, as they entered the room as well.

“Shit! You scared the hell outta me!” Pang said, grabbing Enoch by the arm to take a look at his injuries. “What the fuck happened? Are you still in one piece? Where's Miss Pigeon?”

“She decided not to come…” Seamus said, read resting above Dean's - who was close to tears, still not believing his own eyes. “But yes, we're alive. She gave us a potion of sorts for the injuries and all that…”

“Was it a Hollow?” Horace asked, curious, looking from afar. “Well, that would explain the smell of you lot. And the clothes are ripped apart, oh my, I told you, Sam, dear, those modern-ish things are not worth a penny.”

“Your fancy-wancy tuxedo would be worse, stupid”, Enoch smiled, taunting. “Ya shoulda seen that thing breaking a gun, tho, it was fucking scary as all hell!”

“Sure, sure. I don't care. I was just here in case those two decided to run after you.” Horace rolled his eyes at Enoch's words, slipping a finger through a dusty shelf to make it seem like he wasn't as anxious and scared as them. “We should still get you checked out, though, and I doubt Mademoiselle Doc Pangs here will be of much use.”

Pangea stared at him. Fortunately for Horace, her patience was high today so she didn't bother with any answers. “By all means, you can get him to a healer. Why not Miss Eleanor, down Hanged-Man Street?”

“Me? And step in that filthy place?”

“Everywhere here is filthy, Mr. James, we're in hell. Now pick the pace, she'll know to call any Bone-Builder if she feels like it.”

Horace wanted to stay and try shoving the responsibility upon anyone else - but he wouldn't be able, so he just accepted defeat and helped Enoch out of the room. They'd have to walk for a bit, so it was better to just go now that the boy's pain was still at bay because of Pigeon's potion.

Dean finally let Seamus go, after he came back to his senses and accepted his lover was alive and - mostly - well.

“We should get going…” he said, after a deep breath. “Miss Peacock shouldn't be left waiting.”

“Nah, she should.” Seamus shook his head, bending down to pat Peggy's body. “I want to go talk to Black Jack first. I have some questions for him.”

“Jack? Why?”

“Because the Hollow inside Pigeon's Loop was sent there by Pansy.” Seamus started making his way through the Pandeloop, followed closely by both his boyfriend and best friend. “He worked with them rather closely, I have to get whatever info he has on her and… and Pigeon, if he has anything to say ‘bout her.”

“Huh. Then things were more agitated inside the Loop than we thought.” Pangea, with hands behind her back, let her eyes fall down upon Peggy, who guided the trio happily through the maze that place was.

#pretz oc #🥨🪶

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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I LOVED HIT;RECORD!!!

The double bj?!?!?!? Dirty af!! So hot!!

I did have a question about one piece of dialogue:

“”Fuck, she liked that.”

“I knew she would.”

“So predictable.”

“They all are.”

God, they’re talking about you like you can’t hear them. And it’s turning you on much more than it should!”

What was meant by whoever said, “They all are?” Did he mean reader’s friends? But later she mentions that none of them have slept with either of them. Did they mean women in general? Was it said in service of the scene? Like general degradation? I figured it’s the latter, and then any other reading didn’t really jive with their caring attitudes toward her for the rest of it to me, but I figured I’d ask! Also, the whole, talking like she’s not there thing was so hot in general!!!! God!!!!

I also loved that even in this more PWP amazingness, I liked seeing readers thought processes about all the feelings things:

“Why is he so different tonight? Does he think you need this level of affection right now? Have you really gotten soft for him or is this the bliss tampering with your feelings? You bite your lip to keep from grinning, flinching when he lightly slaps you before gripping your chin in his wet fingers.

“Such a pretty whore.”

Yes. This is better. Stay out of that touchy territory.”

Also, the picture of Yoongi saying “You took all her lip gloss, lemme have this.” was way to damn clear and hilarious!!

Finally, before any smut stuff at all, this passage made me giggle only because of the image it conjured for me:

“”I can tell.” Yoongi laughs, earrings swaying with his shoulder bobs.”

Why did i immediately picture big gold hoops here 💀💀💀💀 had to go back and be like, fuck… no, short silver dangly ones. Maybe i was too sleepy on the first read lol. Will definitely be going back for more. Ofc to make sure I didn’t miss anything, of course…

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BUSSSS omfg this is.. hold on let me collect myself!

ok ok i'm ready. they meant women in general sdklfsd they were just being little shits bc they knew reader would like that :'))) but yeah the rest of the time they were just saying "her/she" instead of in general. i think her sucking the soul out of both of them did something to warrant that LMAO i want them to talk as if i'm not there :(((( why can't this be MEEEE

yes! i don't think i can write a pure pwp without feelings hahaha i love weaving in all the little details even if it's a one-shot! thank you so much for noticing and point that out.. especially the yoongi part!

AHAHAH YES the lip gloss line! he just wanted a taste :(( and the imagery of the earrings! the gold hoops I CANTTTT omfg let's imagine this reader wanting to see what gold hoops would look like on him and him being reluctant but begrudgingly going along. now i'm just mush.

oh yes... have to do another read through for.... research purposes yes yes...... (thank you so much for reading!! i love your commentary as always you're amazing!)

#i love this!#thank you so much for reading<33 #🚌 anon #asks:hitrecord #hit;record #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

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tanjir0se · 7 months

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rose? rose? good morning! so sorry but it's MY turn to ramble in your asks. it's not Wednesday but I just read your Kiss the Devil fic and 🥺

THEY THEY THEM THEM THEM I YOU THEY GIYUU AND KYOJURO DEMON AND SLAYER KILLER ANGST DRAMA ANGSTTT

Kyojuro needs lots of hugs. I need lots of hugs. Giyuu needs lots of hugs.

I need to write More because I have so many thoughts. Do you know that video where it's like "when the movie in your head turns back into just words on a page" YES ME! HIII! I JUST WATCHED A MOVIE I DONT REMEMBER CHAPTERS I JUST REMEMBER SCENES

I can't put it into words but the characters are just. wow. Their grief and anger feels so real. It's relatable and the descriptions boil your skin with anticipation and need to see how things turn out. Tanjiro's anger, Tengen's sadness and concern, Giyuu's unknown, and Kyojuro's fear of not knowing himself. So many emotions are packed into the chapters and they're all so real and realistic and feely and understanding.

Oh my gosh, there are so many points of interest and questions and possibilities and so many story plots. Like like how Tanjiro wants to be involved but Giyuu doesn't want him to be because of Trauma and Kyojuro doesn't want him to be because Kyo is an actual possible threat to him. How Shinobu, and all of the other Hashira in truth, can't know about Kyojuro because... obvious reasons.

If I can comment on one thing, it's the instant longing for Kyojuro's presence from Tengen. He misses him and admits it to himself, immediately recalling those old memories that are now one-sided even with Kyojuro's "resurrection." It's such a strong scene yet so hopeless because Kyojuro is not that Kyojuro anymore :(

okok I'm done my brain is fried with rengiyuu mush. I'm going to think of this for so long. I'm excited for the next chapter whenever you get around to it! No rush but all love!!

ALFNBCJFJDJCKSLsncjcbfhfodlzns

Disclaimer I’m v drunk rn but thank you so much

AHHH

I love writing Giyuu’s anger it’s so cruel and cold and tragic and heart breaking and aAASAAHH. He’s just afraid that’s what it all boils down to he’s afraid.

I’m obsessed w the dynamic of Kyo bejng hated by Giyuu (the man he loves) but loved by Akaza (the one he hates). Like. Of course he’ll be drawn to akaza if the only anchor he has to himself like hates his guts!!! And Giyuu is just afraid to admit and recognize that the kyojuro that has returned really is kyojuro because if he does it opens the opportunity that he could lose him again and he can’t lose him twice!!!!!

Thank you so much for your words I was feeling kind of eh about this newest chap I’m working on but you’ve motivated me to keep trying and do my best!!!!!

#QJAZSBHbaja anyone WJOS EVER COMMENTED ON MY SRITING THA K YOU SO MUCH #IM. VERY DERNK.#kny #postcards from stupid town

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 2 years

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Can I get some overprotective pack!

Pairing Derek x reader

He’s upset about something and yells at reader

The pack get super upset and shields reader from Derek and that pissed him off more because he would never hurt his mate but he also realizes that the pack loves reader just as mush as he does and that makes him happy but he’s still grumpy about being separated from his mate

thanks for requesting!

"Derek-" you followed him around the loft, hearing him sigh.

"Derek," you said again.

"(Y/N), just shut up! You're not even listening to what I'm saying, you're just cutting me off, okay?!" Derek exclaimed.

"Derek, you're not even listening to me either! I'm trying to tell you that-" you began to speak before feeling someone pulling on your arm.

Stiles pulled you away from Derek as you protested.

"You're a dick, you know. All (Y/N)'s trying to do is care for you," you were shocked by Stiles' words before he pulled you out of the loft, stopping you from looking back at Derek.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" you frowned.

"You can't let him talk to you like that," he argued.

"Oh, he's my boyfriend! I've told him to do worse than shut up myself!" you replied.

"You deserve his respect. You can stay at my house tonight," before you could further protest, Stiles pulled you into his car, driving away.

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"I can't believe you guys took my phone too. You have to admit this is crazy," after you were "caught" calling Derek, the rest of them were too quick to take your phone, yell at Derek, then block him.

"We're just looking out for you. Stiles said he yelled at you," Liam replied, before sitting next to you.

"I yelled at him too! We were fighting about the stupidest thing on the planet!" you replied.

"I don't care! He still yelled, you were just trying to talk to him," Lydia reminded.

They're insane

"Okay, it's time to sleep, kids," you shook your head, slightly irritated. You knew they were only trying to protect you, which made you love them all even more.

You were new to the pack, you were only introduced because Derek and you began to date.

You heard knocking on the door as Stiles opened it.

"(Y/N)'s not here," he immediately said.

You could automatically tell it was Derek.

"Stiles," you crossed your arms and stood behind him.

"(Y/N), go. I'll tell him to leave," Stiles whispered.

"Stiles, let me talk to them," Derek said.

"No," he shook his head.

You walked past Stiles, sighing before walking to Derek.

"Hey weirdo," you said.

He sighed deeply before putting his hands around your waist.

"They're crazy people," he muttered.

"I noticed," you said.

"Well, I'm sorry for yelling at you," he apologized.

"Derek, you don't have to apologize," you started.

"And, I'll wear the.... yellow suit," you could see him struggling to say the words as you hid the smile on your face.

"I'm glad you made up your mind, but, if you let me finish what I was saying in the first place, you would know that my sister called me to tell me the wedding's off," you saw an expression of relief on his face as you chuckled softly.

"Why is it off?"

"She changed her mind," you shrugged.

"Brutal," Derek replied.

You shrugged, before pressing your lips to his again.

"Who themes a wedding yellow and orange?" he muttered.

"My sister's a crazy person. Now can we go home?" you asked.

You turned to Stiles who looked between the two of you before sighing.

"Fine, but-" before he could finish his sentence, Derek pulled you away, keeping his arms around you before helping you in the car.

"I missed you," you muttered softly.

"I missed you too," you rested your head on the window, a small smile on your face, before the two of you drove off.

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Restless mind

Bucky x Reader

Summary - Bucky figures out your oral-fixation

Word count - 800

Warnings - Oral-fixation, fluff, making-out and praise kink.

A/n - Just a short kinda drabble that I haven't been able to stop thinking about recently. It was going to be smutty but I wrote it when I was sleepy so it became fluff.

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Bucky could sense you getting restless.

Wriggling about on his lap as you nibble on your bottom lip, completely incapable of focusing on the movie playing in front of you despite how hard you tried. Bucky watched as you raised your hand to your mouth, about to bite your nails before you quickly pulled them away again, tucking your hand under your thigh to fight the urge to shove them in your mouth.

"You alright, honey?" Bucky pulled you closer to him, turning your face to look at him completely and he breathed a laugh at the dramatic, annoyed pout on your lips.

You had been trying to stop biting your nails for a few days now, a habit that you had gained from a young age after you were made to stop sucking your thumb and biting your nails seemed to be the only thing to bring the same soothing satisfaction.

Your head was swarming with so many thoughts and yet none at all and you couldn’t focus on a single thing.

"My brain won't work" You groaned, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and leaning into his body further when the vibrations from his voice sent a sweet shiver through you.

"Can't focus?" Bucky sighed when you nodded, lifting his hand to rest on your back and rubbing gentle circles, he hated seeing you so frustrated and recently your head had been a bit more hectic than usual.

Raising your face from his shoulder, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your elbows on his shoulders and pressed your lips to his, savouring the content sigh that escaped him as he returned your kiss, gently taking control as he parted your lips with his own.

You felt every bustling thought escape your mind as Bucky kept your mouth busy, the brush of his tongue against yours sending a tingle through your body and soothing the irritable feeling that had been keeping you on edge all day. Your body melted to his, warmth in your chest as you realised, this is what true contentment feels like.

Bucky smiled into the kiss when he felt the tension leave your body, essentially becoming mush in his lap as he kissed you, and he held you tighter, encasing you completely with his broad frame. He knew that he could never tire of your lips and a thought crossed Bucky's mind as your raked your nails along his scalp. He pulled away from the kiss when an idea formed.

He had noticed how uneasy you had been feeling lately, watched how you'd absentmindedly nibble the end of your pen as you'd sit writing on rainy afternoons and your fidgeting would soon seize, or how often you'd have to stop yourself from biting your nails or your lips, the way that you would melt into his kisses.

You chased his lips when he pulled away from you, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes still closed but they never made contact, instead, a warm, flesh hand brushed against your cheek and you opened your eyes to see his pretty face as he watched you, soft, brown hair framing his face.

"Any update on that brain of yours? It working now?" He asked with a smile and you froze, coming back to yourself slightly and realising that your head was significantly clearer.

You nodded and his hand cupped your cheek as he hummed, thumb pressing against your bottom lip and his eyes followed the movements.

"I have an idea."

Your head perked up, curious of what his 'idea' was, but as he moved his hand and tapped his index finger against your lips, your curiosity warped into confusion.

Your lips parted immediately, practically subconsciously as he glided his finger into the wet heat of your mouth, watching intently as you swirled your tongue around it, your mouth feeling like silk.

Your eyes fell shut and that same feeling of ease travelled through you as the sensation of Bucky's finger weighing against your tongue soothed you.

"Good job, sweetheart. Jus’ need your mouth full don’t you?" His praise echoed in your thoughts and you parted your lips again, urging him to put another finger in your mouth and fill it up as you so desperately needed and when he did, you sighed as you closed your mouth around him again, "Well done, kitten. Is your head working a bit better now?"

You nodded, not even opening your eyes as your head fell to his shoulder and your hands rested on his chest, the soft fabric of his Henley against your skin and his fingers still occupying your mouth as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

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