#idk what the fuck i was writing about but i had so much creativity

[davlucies]

remember when imbalance came out and people managed to be upset griffin handled dav's perspective about cycle 92 & his relationship with lucretia with sensitivity, nuance, and realism

#imbalance #discourse wank #i'm still upset about this... people don't ever explore/care about how dav thinks/feels... all they care about is hating on lucretia #this was such a moving thing to hear articulated too... imagine saying you like dav but not caring what griffin says about/as him?? #bc you'd rather see the sole canon woc vilified and insulted.. and all the complex moral and interpersonal issues in canon glossed over #i mean if my headcanons had been jossed more aggressively in imbalance maybe i'd be upset but idk. it's just more angst/meat to write abt!! #think of it as a good fun creativity-inducing thing!!! come write emotionally complex dav fics that engage w canon!!! please..anyone.... 🥺 #there is so much interesting there & it's the worst feeling being alone in thinking that... and having no one to write for & talk to.... #i miss when fandoms were fun & creative and like a positive thing. just liking the characters/story and chatting & making stuff about them #i still remember when imbalance happened and someone got mad at me for being happy about it bc of course... of course. it's a taz fan! #i couldn't even be happy about imbalance with anyone because my harmless ship is so bad and weird to every single taz fan! cool!! #they're fucking friends! he regrets not supporting her and letting her voice be heard! he thinks he shares some of the blame for it all!! #sorry but you can personally dislike a ship without collectively & baselessly gaslighting me that it's abusive bc of what you're projecting #i'd daresay after 100+ years of friendship davenport nd lucretia love each other deeply despite everything..imbalance propped that up a lot #but you don't even wanna write or read about that do you... #dav having emotionally grounded and complex thoughts and feelings? not in this fandom. lucy being treated kindly? banish the thought... #also davlucy is CUTE. they're nerds. they're hardworking and devoted to saving lives and to their friends. they care for each other !!

[wonuwrites]

Random things that turn seventeen on (doesn’t have to be sexy or smutty.)

Im curious 🤓

AHHHHH I'm SO excited for this. I absolutely love writing reaction posts like this. Hope it's first of many :D going to do them in a random order bc i'm feeling chaotic as hell rn and I'm not even sorry about it.

Warning: NSFW, Smut *Minors DNI*, also some might be so fluffy that they make your teeth rot.

listening to: (will add what songs I'm listening to while writing each of the guys parts <33)

example "Vernon" will be playing "Tell Me It's A Nightmare by Kim Petras"

Lee Chan || Dino: Seeing You Wear His Clothes.

It's not that he is possessive of you, but seeing you wear his clothes fills him up with so much pride. Especially if you had taken a selfie and posted it on social media. He'd just be a beaming ray of sunshine and just want to kiss you, hold you, fuck you, and maybe shop for some more clothes that you could potentially borrow.

Wen Junhui || Jun: Reading A Book

Jun knew what it was like to be lost in a good book, so when he saw you were so invested in a book he'd find it so adorable. Especially if you had not noticed him coming in. He'd find it so attractive and adorable. He wouldn't know if he should initiate something or just grab a book he had been reading.

Kwon Soonyoung || Hoshi: Watching You Dance To A Popular Kpop Dance

Soonyoung is one of the best male kpop dancers, if you disagree, argue with a wall and get your eyes checked. anywhore- Soonyoung would find it adorable if you were both just hanging out and you just broke out a dance move that was popular. He would automatically pull you into his arms and kiss your face while giggling. Bonus points if it was one of his songs and you were not one to dance often. He'd want you so bad.

Kim Mingyu || Mingyu: You Eating Food He Cooked For You

Mingyu is so husband material and cooking seems to be a love language of his. So of course, seeing his significant other enjoying what he put together would make him feel so fuzzy and warm inside. Especially if you were enjoying the meal and complimenting him while eating. Like if you were to say, "Oh Mingyu, what could I ever do to repay you for this delicious meal?" He'd take it sexual so quick and you'd be getting dessert a lot sooner than you thought.

Choi Seung Cheol || S. Coups: Seeing Your Competitive Side

This man should be named Choi Seung-competitive-cheol. He loves winning and a good competition. So when he see's you get competitive as well a switch inside him switches. If you are on same team, he will hype you up. However, if you were on opposing sides, he would get even more turned on and competitive. He'd come up to you and would be like "whoever wins is in charge tonight." asdfghjkl; idk im sorry lmao

Yoon Jeonghan || Jeonghan: Doing Dishes

This angel would be coming home from work and would see you doing dishes or whatever and his heart would just warm up. Seeing you do something so casual and domestic would turn him on and he honestly couldn't tell you why. He'd just smile while walking up to give you a back hug. He'd press a kiss behind your ear then giggle when he noticed a brush creep up across your cheeks.

Xu Minghao || The8: Watching You Be Creative

Minghao is such a creative person, so I imagine that if you were also someone who was creative he would really be into that. You could be in your art studio painting something you've been working on forever and his heart would swell up among something else. He just found you in your element so sexy. Might even make him play a more dominant role and ask if you wanted to be creative in another way... together.

Boo Seungkwan || Seungkwan: You Side-Eyeing One Of The Members

Seungkwan is infamous for side-eyeing his members. So when one of his members does a thing and he notices you are also side-eyeing them he would feel so much pride and just want to touch you because there was finally someone who understood what it was like. However, if you were to side eye him, that would be a different story.

Lee Jihoon || Woozi: Bringing Him Food At The Studio

Look, I get this is such a basic bitch answer but hear me out okay? Jihoon would find the gesture so kind and he'd just be so thankful that he would want to return a favor for you. He'd grab the food from you and just be so soft and give you a kiss. If you were both alone in the studio, he'd just lock the door and then spend some much needed and necessary time with you.

Jeon Wonwoo || Wonwoo: You Randomly Saying Something Smart lmao

Wonwoo gets clowned often for saying prestigious or smartass things by the guys but I mean, when you are smart, you are smart. Anyways, you would be hanging out with the guys and all of a sudden you would say something out of the ordinary and smart (not calling you dumb, you just don't use big words like Wonwoo often. ESPECIALLY not in front of him or the guys.) He'd just bite his lip and look at you with such admiration. He'd show you later just how impressed he was if you catch my drift.

Hansol Vernon Chwe || Vernon: TBH Quoting Shrek

First off lmao. Second off, you both would just be hanging out and something would come up that would make you think of the quote. You saying the quote randomly would fluster Vernon and honestly make him fall for you a little more. He always found you precious but this would make him just squish your cheeks and kiss you all over your face. He just was so happy you were his, and he was yours.

Lee Seokmin || DK/Dokyeom: You Animatedly Talking About Something You're Really Into.

It isn't a secret how precious Seokmin thinks you are. Anyone could see it. He wasn't slick. It was really obvious when you would talk about something you were really into. You would get into it and it would just make his already full heart even more full of love for you. Even though he was turned on, he'd wait until you were finished to initiate anything.

Hong Jisoo || Joshua: Your Hair Blowing In The Wind

Oh boy oh boy, Shua would be so embarrassed at how bad he was turned on by something so subtle and innocent. However, it wasn't his fault that you were just so damn hot. You looked like a model the way your hair blew in the wind. It was just so majestic. He just needed to have you as soon as possible.

sorry these were rough and took awhile. hopefully they don't suck too bad <333

#wonuwrites #seventeen #seventeen ot13 #seventeen ot13 reaction #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt x reader #svt fluff #s. coups reaction #jeonghan reaction #joshua reaction #jun reaction #hoshi reaction #wonwoo reaction #Woozi Reaction #the8 reaction #dk reaction #mingyu reaction #seungkwan reaction #vernon reaction #dino reaction #s. coups #jeonghan #vernon #woozi #seungkwan #mingyu #wonwoo #my writing

[thatdeadaquarius]

OKAY BUT I HAVE MORE IDEA FOR BLUNT READER CUZ I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCHANDMDJFKSLDKF

So you know how french people's insult are always outta pocket (from a person who's first language is french I can tell you that no other language compares in insult -apart for African languages)

Like,, some "bad" insult here would be : bitch, fuck off, whore,..

Which we can all agree is boring...

BUT THEN IN FRENCH!!!

We be getting creative with it

Eg.

"mange tes mort" wich translates to "eat your dead (relatives)"

"vas te fair enculer" means "go get yourself pegged in the ass"

(yes, we have a specific word for being fucked in the ass 💀)

AND THOSE WOULD BE THE COMMON ONES AS WELL

English could never compare ✨

BUT ANYWAYS

how would the characters react if reader was from france/ belgium/ canada(or any other french speaking country) and started cursing people out like they eould do in their home countrie !?!?

The eay their face would drop

We would make a couple of people cry

AND GOD(us haha) FORBID A KID OVER-HEAR US AND STARTS REPEATING US

Trying to un-teach them would be hell *cries*

Your thoughts?

Love yaaaa~

ABSOLUTE TOP TIER ORAH MY BELOVED!!

Nobody has any idea how much I HATE ENGLISH both for its rules/pronounciation BS/etc. But also, most importantly, THERES LIKE NO GOOD CUSS WORDS- OR LIKE CUSS PHRASES??

I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF BC THAT WAS LITERALLY ME WHEN I HAD THE REALIZATION TO LOOK UP OTHER LANGUAGE CUSS WORDS AND I WAS JUST BLOWN AWAY BY HOW GOOD THEY WERE- HOW CREATIVE- 😫😭🥲 ENGLISH WHY R U SO SHITY IN EVERY POSSIBLE LANGUAGE SITUATION-

like idk we got "eat shit and die / fuck off / go fuck yourself" ???? Like- thats pathetic 😟.

I love hearing someone just cuss smbody out their native language/non-english, it’s so badass and cool to see

Anyway u already know i love non-native english speakers from the bottom of my heart✨️

GOD I FUCKING LOVE BLUNT LANGUAGE AU ITS LIKE ONE OF TOP FAV AS U CAN PROBABLY GUESS I COULD WRITE A LITERAL FANFIC ENTIRELY OFF THIS SIMPLE PREMISE 💖💓💗💞❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

omg so i HAVE SPECIFICALLY HEARD ABT FRENCH BEING RLLY CREATIVEEE

and i researched french cusswords/phrases,,,

😭 BRO IM CRYING

“bête comme ses pieds!” IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR-

(trans: you’re as stupid AS YOUR FEEEEEETT)

idk what’s funnier, you translating urself in real time and saying all these phrases to ppl,

OR just scaring the ever-loving shit out of every teyvat citizen within a mile radius bc oh wow- you look pissed, so yeah somebody’s about to lose all their self-esteem for the rest of their life bc ur insults are known to be extra cutting bc ur so blunt-

OH CREATOR ABOVE (…oh creator, present??)- you changed to your holy language FOR THIS???

everybody just giving the npc the most bombastic side-eye for pushing you to do this,

or even just you stubbing ur toe/ate food when it was too hot

or my favorite, getting onto ppl like Wanderer when they do smth silly lmao

STOP I HAD A FOUL THOUGHT OF GETTING ONTO Ei AND WANDERER (like ei for not keeping him/at least giving him to someone else to raise, then all the shit he did as Scaramouche lol)

AND THIS CUSSWORD COMES OUT UNDER UR BREATH OR SMTH- DOES THIS FIT BC THIS KILLS ME:

“Putain de salope…” (whore of whore, I LIED IT MEANS FUCKING BITCH LMAO😭)

JUST GETTING THE MOM AND THE SON IN ONE FULL BREATH CRYINGGGG

STOPPP wanderer using it against other ppl ever since u used it lol

oh no stop dont bring the kids into thisss 😭😭

Klee would deffo be the first one to pick up ur words and use them, omg she just uses them as catchphrases like when throwing her bombs 💀

“Mange tes mort!” JUST WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE AS SHE THROWS HER HUGE SKILL BOMB INTO A FISH POND

Venti would definitely make sure the winds “pass along phrases of the sacred All-God language!”

which just means anyone who UNDERSTANDS YOU JUST GETS GENTLY CREATIVELY CUSSED OUT BY THE WIND IM SOBBINGGG

☆

i hope u guys are having a great summer! its basically too hot to go outside where I am, not unless ur going straight into the water or smth

which hey, ill be doing that this weekend, floating down the river about an hour away from my house with friends! :]

which,,, if anyone sees this, U GOTTA HELP ME THINK OF A 1000 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE THING TO DO IDK WHAT TO DO BUT I WANNA CELEBRATE IT BC I NEVER THOUGHT THATD HAPPEN!! lmk what u think in the comments if u read this!

☆

Safe Travels 0rah,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi

#srry i take so long to answer smth so simple #i actually have a surprising amount of asks! #i was thinkin abt it the other day like #damn should i reopen mail box #then i was like #not really bc i still got a lot of stuff to answer! #so now ITS CRAZZYYY to see my first posts/asks and see me trying to get ppl to send asks! #anyway i gotta make a 1000 followers thing bc i love u guys #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau x reader #genshin imagines #genshin isekai #gender neutral reader #self aware genshin #genshin impact au #genshin x reader

[euphoricfilter]

hi <33 i just read your yandere jeongguk fic and immediately rushed to see if your requests are still open. (i'm thanking all the gods and the stars that they are😭)

you're so talented and creative, and i'm really hoping you'll accept my prompt. if you're willing, could you please write a non-idol smutty, possessive and jealous yoongi fic?? maybe with a slight age gap? thank you for sharing all your work with us!! have a great day/night <333

𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭:

pairing: brothers best friend! yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff || pwp || non-idol au || age-gap au || brother’s best friend au ||

summary: your brother’s best friend isn’t too happy when you come home with a lipstick stain on your chest, and has no issue about reminding you who you truly belong to.

word count: 2.8k

tags/ warnings: porn without plot, fluff, secret relationship, mild age-gap (5-6 years) smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), breeding kink (but she’s on the pill so no babies yet), exhibitionalism? kinda because they fuck in the living room with other people in the house, multiple orgasms, creampie, cockwarming by the fire

notes: thank you so much my darling!! i hope you have a good day/ night too!! it’s all smut, there is a hint of plot but it’s minimal. this is my first time writing pwp so idk how i feel about it :’(

requests rules can be found here || my masterlist

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“You’re home late”

You pause; eyes meeting Yoongi’s gaze, always calculating. Always watching each little move you made until you were squirming, almost begging him to look away— your cheeks flushed red and voice barely above a whisper. And all he had to do was look at you.

If eyes are the windows to the soul then Min Yoongi’s windows have the curtains drawn shut— he had you figured out the minute the two of you met, and it’s taken over a decade for you to even remotely figure him out. And even now, both adults, you really could never figure out what he was thinking.

It’s the frigid caress of the winter wind on the back of your neck that has you shutting the front door. Careful not to slam it shut, assuming everyone but your brothers best friend was already asleep if the lack of lights on from the windows outside was any indication.

You stomp your feet to rid of any snow as you shrug your jacket off. Hanging it on the overcrowded hooks, evidence of another family living with you as you only pray it doesn’t fall.

“It was one of my friends’ birthdays” you explain, dropping to the floor in front of the fire. Skin tingling at the drastic change of temperature, your cheeks still a little red from the bitter weather outside (though it may also have to do with the man sat before you)

Your brother was home for the holidays, along with Yoongi and his parents. It had become a tradition over the years that both families gathered for the winter break— they took “the more the merrier” very seriously. And it wasn’t all that surprising for one of your families to stay over the others’ until new year.

“Looks like you had fun” his tongue wets his lips, book long forgotten on the arm of the chair as his eyes flit down your body.

Your fingers run over your collarbone, his eyes lingering a little longer than proper.

“It’s just my friend, she gets a little touchy when drunk” you wave him off, lipstick stain smudging under your thumb as you rub at the skin, no real force behind the action.

“Touchy?” Yoongi laughs.

“Mhmm” you smile up him.

And Yoongi groans, head tipping back as he readjusts himself in his sweats.

“Baby, the things you do to me” he tilts his head, eyes meeting your own. “Always a little minx”

“What do I do to you?” you dare ask, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s a loaded question, darling” his smile is lazy, hips rolling languidly up into his palm; short lived relief enough for him to stay sat on the chair.

“I can handle it” you reassure him. That gentle smile that tempts him time and time again, that gentle smile that he wants to kiss off your lips until you’re moaning his name, any thought of another man off your mind until you’re wholly consumed by him; and him alone.

“Bad things” he groans, not missing the way your eyes flit down to his lips, fingers fiddling and he knows you’re trying your hardest not to look at his cock— straining heavily against the fabric of his underwear.

“How bad?” you whisper.

“Very bad. You make me wanna do bad things, darling” he pushes himself to the edge of the chair.

You stay rooted in your place, and Yoongi thinks you look pretty on your knees; maybe prettier if you were between his legs.

“What sort of bad things?” you prod.

“Like fucking you silly” he leans forwards.

He watches your thighs clench, eyes widening a little at how blunt he was.

“Oh?” he croons, “You like the sound of that?” he asks, slipping off the chair.

“Yes” you nod, still unsure in yourself as you let his hands graze over your neck; unsure what to do with your own.

His thumb brushes over the lipstick stain, “You know I hate other people touching you, doll” his fingers dig into the skin, your breath coming out alongside a shudder.

“I told her not to” you tell him, lips pouty. And Yoongi leans forwards to kiss it away, ever so gentle that you fall into him. Early trying to deepen the kiss as he pulls away, lips tugged into a ghost of a smile.

“Yeah?” he whispers against your lips, “Did you tell her you have a boyfriend? One that doesn’t like to share?”

Your eyes fall shut when he presses wet kisses along the length of your jaw, his hands slipping under your sweater; rough skin caressing your bare back.

You tug at his shirt, and Yoongi pulls away from your neck to let you pull it over his head. He follows suit, tugging your sweater off before his lips find your neck, teeth nipping over your collarbone.

A hand clamps over your mouth, moan muffled by Yoongi as he sucks on your skin. He pulls away with a wet pop, thumb running over his bottom lip as he eyes his work.

“You’re gonna have to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone waking up now, so we?” he pulls his hand away from your mouth, “Okay?”

“I know” you whisper, suddenly aware of everyone sleeping upstairs.

“Good girl.”

You flop back onto the floor, hair sprawled out on the carpet as Yoongi braces his arms on either side of your head.

“Yoongi” you smile up at him.

“Yeah?” he leans down to press another kiss to your jaw.

“Need you” your hands fumble with the waistband of his sweats, knuckles brushing over his cock.

Yoongi groans, muffled as he shoves his face into your neck. Goosebumps prickle your skin as his warm breath brushes over your shoulder, your hips rolling upwards— desperate for any kind of friction, any sort of relief.

“Yeah?” he grunts, helping you pull your jeans off, panties soon to follow, and you don’t bother to look where he throws them.

“Please” you whine, hands taking a hold of his face as you bring him in for another kiss, the heat of the fire melting your lips, moulded into one, so close that you don’t know where you end and he starts.

You mouth falls open into a breathy moan when a teasing fingers runs over your slit, your hole clenching around nothing as he teases over your clit. Touch so gentle you could barely feel it, pleasure like thin stardust as it fizzles through your body.

Your hips roll upwards, tempting him to give the release you so crave. You both pull away finally, breathing heavy as your chests connect. Hearts in sync with one another— and truly, Yoongi knows you’re his. Knows that your hearts are wrapped with a think red string and that you’ll always fall back into his arms. His love, his reason to breathe, his soul melded with yours that he couldn’t begin to imagine another woman underneath him.

Your fingers tug at the clasp of your bra, fingers a little shaky as adrenaline pumps through your body. Somewhere in the back of your mind still aware that anyone could walk down those stairs any moment and see the two of you.

Your hands find their way to your tits, tugging at your nipples as they begin to pebble— as Yoongi works his way down your body, trail of kisses following him. Lips barely there, though they feel searing against your skin. Printed in invisible ink that you’ll trail your fingers over later when you’re alone; a secret message left for you from him.

He kisses over your mound, fingers parting your lips before he licks a long stripe up to your clit. Your hand flies over your mouth, chocked moan bubbling up your throat as he repeats the action.

“Yoongi” you whisper, one hand tangling in his hair as his lips close around your clit. Your thighs twitch when his teeth graze over the bundle of nerves, eyes squeezing shut as a lick of pleasure wracks over your body.

You feel a finger prod at your hole, teasing the entrance before he slowly dips into you. You bite down on the skin of your arm as his tongue flicks over your clit, finger curling, before he’s pulling it out.

You barely feel the stretch of a second finger as he plunges it into you, the lewd squelch of your sodden pussy drowned out by the crackling of the firewood.

Your back arches, Yoongi pulling you closer into his face by one of your thighs. You feel him gently tug at your clit with his teeth, fingers expertly curling up into you; the slow build of your orgasm rising within your stomach.

Your thighs begin to shake, clamping around Yoongi’s head as he pulls his fingers out of you. Instead, replacing them with his tongue while his slick-coated thumb flicks over your clit in tight little circles.

You bite down on the skin of your arm as you feel the pressure of your orgasm reach its peak, Yoongi doesn’t need to ask if you’re close— knowing you were seconds from tipping over the edge as your cunt dribbles slick over his chin.

Your thighs to continue to shake around his head as you reach your orgasm. Your hand falls over your mouth, hiccup of a moan hard to contain as Yoongi continues to flick your clit, helping you ride out your high as the white behind your eyelids seems to fizzle to black.

Yoongi watches you tremble when he brings his face away from your soaked cunt. And you dare look down at him, light of the fire catching the sheen of your cum on his lips and chin as he smiles up at you; his fingers continuing to toy with you clit.

“Too much” you try to squirm away, his arm laying heavy over your waist to keep you down.

You feel yourself fall into another orgasm, buzzing overstimulation on your clit pulling you into a less intense but just as pleasurable high that has tears prickling your eyes.

“Yoongi” you snivel, mouth falling open into a silent moan, Yoongi not letting up on your poor clit.

Another dribble of arousal is pushed out of your clenching pussy, walls pulsating around nothing as you squirm, toeing Yoongi away from you— and finally stopping his unrelenting thrumming on your swollen clit.

Your next breath comes out jittery, hand held over your cunt as Yoongi licks his lips.

“You’re mean” you whine up at him, clit still buzzing with pleasure as the soft skin of your palm brushes over it.

“Can’t help it, your pretty little pussy is too addictive” he drawls, hands running over your sides to try and quell the slight tremble.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, wary of how sensitive you’ll be.

“Yeah” you nod, hand trailing back up your body to tug at your nipples as Yoongi pulls his sweats down.

You watch his cock spring free, pearly pre-cum smeared on his lower stomach, wet slap making you cringe.

He leans down, hand tugging at his length as he presses another kiss to your lips, drinking in your moan when you taste yourself on his tongue.

He kisses the corner of your mouth when he runs the head of his cock through your folds, cock slicked up with your arousal before he’s nudging the head against your entrance.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against your skin, smiling when you hum.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and he angles the head of his cock right over you cunt before he’s pushing in. The head pops inside with little resistance, and Yoongi has to bite back a moan as your walls clench around the tip of his cock.

You pull him in further, your boyfriend pushing his hips forward slowly before gently pulling back. Slowly, agonisingly, feeding you each inch of him until he’s buried to the hilt.

You revel in the feeling of being so full, cunt sporadically clenching around his length as he starts to pull out; gentle drag of his cock against your walls enough to bring you to a third orgasm of the night.

It wouldn’t be hard to make you cum again, not when your pussy was so sensitive after two consecutive orgasms. And Yoongi is kind enough to leave your clit be as he starts up a pace he’s happy with. Hand covering your mouth as you start to moan, fingers gripping your jaw and he worried he’ll bruise you.

Yoongi’s hips snap forwards before he’s pulling back until only the tip of cock is nestled inside of you before he’s ramming back into you again.

You feel his balls slap against your ass, squeaky moans tumbling off your tongue like honey that he licks from between your lips as he bends you in half, knees pushed up next to your shoulders.

You can’t help the red that stains your cheeks when you hear how wet you are, each brutal thrust of Yoongi’s cock ramming into you followed by a wet squelch as your cunt weeps around him.

“I’m close” you manage to squeeze out, eyes falling shut as your mouth opens, only Yoongi is clamping his hand over it moments later when he can see the moan ready to drip off your lips.

You’re the image of pure sin underneath him, nails digging into his arms as his hips continue to slap against your ass, and it’s a wonder as to how no one seems to have woken up.

“Me too, baby. Together okay?” he grunts, hands grabbing onto any part of you he can hold.

“Inside” you whine, “Cum inside me please”

“Yeah?” he grunts, “Like the idea of me putting a baby into you huh?” his laugh is mean, “What would your parents say? What would they think when you tell them you’re pregnant?”

“Probably ask whose baby it is” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close enough for you to kiss over his jaw.

“Yeah? And whose fucking baby would it be?”

“Yours” you cry, body being pushed up the carpet with each harsh thrust, your arousal starting to dribble down Yoongi’s balls. Each wet slap of them against your ass a lewd reminder of how wet you truly were for this man. “I’d tell them it’s yours” you sob.

“Yeah you will”

His hips start to stutter, thrusts less calculated, sloppier and he reaches his high. You feel his cock twitch and Yoongi smashes his lips against your own, more teeth than tongue, when his fingers find their way back to your clit; a cry being ripped from your throat at the harsh press of a finger against your swollen bud.

Your body trembles, Yoongi pushing his cock as far into you as he can before he’s cumming. Thick cum painting your walls white as he holds you close.

You shake through your own orgasm, tugging his hand away from your clit when you feel the overstimulation become painful, thighs shaking in the aftershock of it all.

Yoongi barely pulls out before he’s thrusting back into you, a foamy ring of white surrounding the base of his cock as he gently rocks into you.

You don’t bother telling him to stop, each electric thrum of overstimulating pleasure of his cock dragging against your walls too delicious to let up on.

Yoongi feels your walls rhythmically clenching around his slowly softening cock; and he’s gentle as he pulls the both of you to sit up— making sure he was still nestled deep inside of you as his hands run over your back.

Both of your skin shine in a sheen of sweat, bodies sticky as you flop into his chest. Your toes burning as they get to close to the fire.

“When are we gonna tell them?” you whisper, breath tickling Yoongi’s bare chest when you yawn.

“Whenever you’re ready sweetheart” his fingers run through your hair, catching in a knot and you wince at the pain. Though he feels you clench at it, he chooses not to comment. That was a discussion for another day.

For now he needed to get the both of you cleaned up, and you into bed before someone wandered downstairs wondering what all the noise was. Though he thinks that can wait a while, more than happy with you flopped against his chest while his cock stay impaled into your cunt; cum filled and swollen. Nothing a few kisses can’t fix and maybe his tongue in the shower.

“Maybe new year” you shrug, “I’m sorry about my friend kissing me” you peer up at him through his lashes.

He simply hums, “Just don’t let it happen again, fucking hate how touchy all your friends are” he grunts, “You’re mine, y’know?”

“I know” you giggle, wincing a little when you jostle his cock inside of you, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek in apology.

And you let him off this one time, his smile too bright for you to even dare tease him about it when the atmosphere was so cozy.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi au #bts fic #bts x reader #bts requests #bts pwp #bts suga

[erosso]

not enough — e.m

contents: idk light smut??, sensual touching, fluff, a bit of angst at the beginning, fem!reader, boyfriend!eddie, light swearing, some cuddling

word count: 1.7k

[ in which eddie spends some alone time with you. ]

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 || 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 || 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙

a/n: LISTEN!! I LOVED WRITNG THIS! idk I haven’t been so good about my writng in a while, but this one really got my creative juices flowing! Anyways my hope is to add more eddie munson to my masterlist. this is my first fic for him so yk bear with me. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it :’) <3

“Just do your fucking homework, like it’s not that hard,” thumping your pencil against your temple, you mumble to yourself, annoyed at the fact you couldn’t concentrate on your assignments.

Since you came home, you’ve been sitting in the same spot for almost an hour on your bed, just trying to summon up the mental capacity to get your school work done. It was boring and you were just the tiniest bit upset at the fact that Eddie didn’t drop you off. Apparently he had some prior commitment to attend, therefore forcing you to walk home. However, he did say he would at the very least stop by your house for a bit before he needed to get ready for his show.

“Sorry, I'm late, sweetheart,” his voice coated the air in a teasing manner, making his presence known.

You jump a bit in your spot, not expecting him to be at your open window, “Jesus, you couldn’t have rang the doorbell or something?” you annoyingly rolled your eyes.

“What’s the fun in that?” he questions, making a struggling entrance, “Plus,” he stands tall, finally making his way in, “I like seeing you get all giddy,” he inched his way closer to your bed, all while kicking off his shoes and attempting to throw his jacket on your desk chair.

He gets to your bed and flops on his side. His elbow propped his head up as he looked at you. Glancing at him for just a second you could see all his features. The way his brown eyes caught the light of sun lingering into your bedroom, the highlights in his hair burning a bright burnt umber. He was pretty. The way he would flick his tongue out when thinking. You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“So, uh…you okay?” he observes you, he reaches for your knee with his free hand, slightly shaking it to grab your attention.

“You made me walk home,” you sigh, displeasingly, shifting your body enough for his hand to slip off of your knee.

It's his turn to shift in his spot now, removing his hand from his head, he cocks his elbow just enough to support the side of his upper body, he squints at you confusingly, “Okay?” he elongates the word, trying to decode what you meant, “I thought you had a ride,” tilting his head to the side, he continues to search for your gaze, but your eyes remain on your unfinished homework, “you didn’t have a ride? You should’ve told me,” scooting his way over to you once again, he grabs a hold of your knee.

“You already had plans, and I wasn’t going to call my mom again. You know how she gets when I call her when she’s working late,” you shake your head, finally giving into the comfort of your bed.

“Oh shit, yeah,” he recalls, “well tell me next time, I could’ve dropped you off really quick.” you were just staring at the ceiling, not responding to him, but you felt him shifting his weight on the mattress, “come on,” he chirps. You lift your head up to look at him, “let’s go,” he motions for you to move over to one side of your bed.

“What?” You whine, not wanting to move from your spot, “Eddie! That’s my stuff- what the hell?” you quickly sit up as you hear thumps on your floors.

“It’s fine,” he reassures, “it’s just paper, you can do it later,” he was tossing your books and homework to the floor to make room for him. He wiggles his way to the side of your body, his head just below your shoulder. He peers up at you, “Isn’t this nice,” he snuggles his cheek up against your arm, smiling into your warmth.

“God, you’re annoying,” you tried to continue your cold act, but he was starting to do the little things he knew you liked.

“Don’t get all upset, it doesn’t suit you,” he kisses the bare skin of your arm, adjusting himself so he can wrap his arm around the low of your waist.

You scoff at his wooing statement, “Yeah, whatever,” still staring up at your ceiling, you move your arm from the hold his cheek had on it, and place it just above his head so you could bend your hand to pick at the fluff of his hair. You let out a relieving sigh, closing your eyes as you felt his warmth around the side of your body, his hair tickling the exposed skin of your arm and stomach your shirt was too lazy to cover up.

The bliss your eyes were met with were swiftly interrupted. His knuckles slid softly against your abdomen, the coolness of his rings making your stomach flex in. He knew you loved it when his rings would touch even just the slightest barest of skin.

“Eddie,” you whisper to him, your breath getting shaky from the contact of his actions.

He hums, the palm of his hand making its way up to the base of your breastplate, lifting the rest of your shirt up in the process. All he does is stop there, using his pointer finger to trace back down the middle of your abdomen to your belly button.

“I love the way you tremble under my touch,” he breathes out, lifting his head up to peer at you, he smirks at your soft expression, your eyebrows furrowing in anticipation. His bangs almost covered his teasing stare, “Hm?” he looks back down at your body, his hand slipping up the sides of you. His fingertips lingering around the thought of your breath hitching at the contact of the cold metal of his rings flicking at the hardening of your nipple.

Your hand falls to the back of his head, limply, “Eddie-,” you manage to voice. You really couldn’t think straight. You couldn't even manage to form a proper sentence, all you could call out was his name, hoping he knew you were indeed interested in his actions, “don’t tease me like that.”

Lightly slapping your abdomen, he brings his hand up your face, thumb tracing over your bottom lip, “I don’t know, I kinda like teasing you,” he gives a soft wink.

He looks at his watch, giving a quick smirk before straddling your thighs. He’s quick to move, and you’re flustered at his movements.

You could hear the chain that hooked on the loop of his jeans clanking against itself as he positioned himself on top of your thighs. His arm slightly scoots your upper body to the middle of the bed so he can hover above you.

Your hands grip each of his forearms that hold the sheets on either side of you. Mouth agape as to what was going through his mind, you stutter, “W-what are you doing?”

He gives a gentle smile, “let’s find out,” head dipping down to your stomach, each of his hands taking a hold of the sides of you, holding you down if he wasn’t already with him straddling your legs. He kisses just above your belly button, looking up to you for assurance. All he needs is that pleasing look and he continues. He gives a few more butterfly kisses against your skin before the heat of his breath is tickling your skin. You search for his hands, trying to interlock your fingertips with his.

You let out a soft whimper, and with that you feel the wetness of his tongue trail it’s way up to the base of your breast, giving a sweet kiss to the meat of your breast.

The sensation of the air hitting against the coolness of the new saliva trail he made, made your heart start to beat faster. You stared at him, eyebrows angling in wonder. Your breath was shaky and all you could do was look at his mischievous smile, “What is it pretty girl? Cat got your tongue?” He moves up, kissing you on your lips, fixing your shirt to its proper place before making his way off your bed.

You sit yourself up, confused at the sudden loss of his touch, “Wait- Eddie? Where are you going?” you shake your head trying to come to a conclusion.

“Me?” He looks over to you then back down at his shoes, “I,” he grunts trying to slip on his shoes, “I gotta go setup,” he sticks his tongue out trying to get the heel of one of his shoes to go on all the way.

You move your way over to sit at the edge of your bed, contemplating on whether or not you should stop him so you could continue this little adventure he was embarking on, “Right now?” You question.

You hear his watch go off, and he shows you his wrist to confirm, “Right now,” he smiles, making his way over to you, lifting your chin to catch one last kiss before he leaves.

He grabs his jacket from the floor as it slipped off from his earlier throw on the chair. He grips the edges of your window, making his way out onto the siding of your house. You laugh at him as he continues to struggle his way out, “You know,” you start off, making your way to the window, “you could’ve just used the front door, dipshit.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” he continues, “okay-“ he huffs out finally getting to the other side of the window, “I’ll see you tomorrow princess. Or- why don’t you come tonight. See us perform?” he gives a hoping pout.

“After what you just did to me?” You raise a brow, “you’re gonna have to make it up to me,” you cross your arms.

He scoffs at your statement, “Like I’d really not finish the job. You know how hard that would be for me?” He makes his way down to the ground, he calls up to you, “don’t worry I will. I know how much you like it when I tease you,” he winks at you. He starts to walk backward, almost tripping over his own feet.

“God, Munson, don’t sprain an ankle.”

“For you I would,” he stumbles back again, making his way to his van, “I love you!” He yells up to you, forming a heart in his hands.

#mari writes ✍️ #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #eddie x f!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson boyfriend #boyfriend!eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger thing imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fic #st fic #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #fluff #eddie munson smut #smut

[kookiecrumb]

this is my request omg a jjk ff with dubcon somnophilia, i want jk and oc to be like really close in their relationship bc it feels awkward if they’re not together lmao, mc is completely passed out having a wet dream and jk felt horny while hearing her sleepy moans then when she wakes up its bc jk is on top of her moaning😶‍🌫️ i don’t have that much creativity 😭 oooh and aftercare 🫶🏻

AND PLS PLS PLS LET JK BE WHINY AND NOT ASHAMED TO MOAN LOUDLY 😭😭 that’s like a kink of mine and i love it when they’re not ashamed

thank you smm love youu 🫶🏻

can it be like a bit long idk if i can choose a word count but at least can i FEEL the moment

JJK || Wet Dreams

warnings: smut (18+), somnophilia, dubcon, nicknames (non-sexual), vocal kink, fingering, top!jk, praise kink, soft fucking, marking, possessive!jk, begging, brief boob-touchin', unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie

tags: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

a/n: i have revised things here and there but i am satisfied with it now...mmm...enjoy. i love you too.

OMG OKAY so I think he'd initially be super panicked because-- he wouldn't know what to do but then he'd be like "hell, might as well..." because they had a previous convo about it....

...I'm catching your vibe. I know how to write this.

I get what you mean when you say you like it when guys aren't afraid to moan... and after they've been together for that long, I mean... *evil laugh* okay. I love my whiny boys.

"Hey babe--" you carefully pat Jungkook's chest while he's paying attention to the TV in your room. "Babe~"

Jungkook, with a slightly absent look on his face, shifts his focus to you. "Hm?" He hums.

"So you know that I really like it when we fuck when I'm tired," you start, rubbing slow circles on his torso with your palm.

"Mhmmm..." a smile peeks from his lips.

Your hands weave between his strands of hair, massaging him softly. He releases a soft moan.

"I have these wet dreams about you," you elaborate, your lips hovering over his as you articulate your fantasy. "I want them to be real."

Jungkook traces his fingers along your back and sighs, relaxing his body under you and admiring your touch.

"I want you to use me...whenever you need me," you continue, the vibration of your voice melting on his skin.

"I need you," he doesn't hesitate to respond. "More than anything, I love being inside of you," he speaks in your ear, practically whining for you.

A thrill send through your body. "I love having you inside me," you sigh, kissing him.

He deepens the kiss, desperately, but you're already half-asleep. So, in his arms, you rest.

For a few hours, you're tangled within one another in a deep sleep. Nothing disturbs you two, your breathing in unison with your bodies on top of one another.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb quietly. It's a little past midnight, and he's just woken up to a curious sound coming from you.

He doesn't recognize it at first, but as they get more intense, he realizes that you're moaning. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you dream of your boyfriend. He knows you are, because you're quietly whimpering his name.

"Jungkook...Jungkook--" you gasp, weakly.

That goes straight to his dick. You must be dreaming about him. Intrigued, he moves around a bit.

Without disturbing you, he shifts positions so that he is over your peaceful-looking body.

His eyes watch your chest rise and fall with each breath, your lips slightly parted.

"Angel..." he calls you, his palm traveling to your jaw.

You lean against him unintentionally, your hips bucking. A far more intense moan floats from your mouth.

He bites his lip softly, blushing as his hands explore your gentle curves. You're so incredibly warm. He needs to be careful.

His gaze fall upon your panties, soaked through with your arousal. He experimentally glides his fingers inside you. You rise to the touch, fluttering around him.

Jungkook experimentally plays with your swollen clit, amazed at how drenched you are. He spreads it on your folds, wondering what exactly you're dreaming about that you're this wet.

"Jungkook,," you pout, unconsciously.

That's right. It's him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips. You're his and his only.

You gush around his fingers when he enters you, creating a lather of your juices around his digits.

Jungkook gasps. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight of it.

"Holy fuck that's a lot."

Without thought, he pulls out his cock and grinds it against your cunt, covering it in your arousal as loud, breathy groans spill from his mouth like sinful prayers.

He breaks out into a blissful smile. He hisses. "H--ahhh,"

His palms cup around your breasts, squeezing them lightly as his mouth obsesses over your sweet scent.

His tongue catches your skin between his lips, and he marks you, shamelessly and possessively. You're his to fuck and he won't ever let you forget it.

"So hot, so fucking hot..." he whines, his dick pushing up against your clit nicely. "Fuck~ fuck, Y/N,"

You take a labored breath in, holding on to his arms out of instinct.

He needs you, he needs you so bad. His mind spins as he plunges the crown of his cock into your heat. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Ahhh~ ahh~" he whimpers, his thighs shaking as he fills you to the brim with his dick.

Jungkook can't believe he's using you like this. It feels so incredibly right to take you in this state. You look so calm, yet you're experiencing something euphoric in you're dreams.

"Ohhh fuck~! Mmmh!" He cries, feeling you clench around him.

More than anything, he wants you to know just how good you're making his dick feel. He thrusts in messily, grabbing your thighs as your hot cunt clenches around him.

The smell of you, the taste of you, your touch, the sight of you, and the sound of you is enough to make him want to make every fiber of you scream with pleasure.

"Mmgh, mm-- mmm, mmgh, nngh, mmhhh~ mmh," he mews.

It's so good-- it's addictively good-- it's amazing. Whines spill from his mouth constantly as he chases his orgasm.

Your eyes carefully blink awake, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend whimpering in desperation, his face in a panicked pleasure.

You're pulled in to his tangent, joining him in a passionate embrace.

You reach for him and kiss him, encouragingly, heatedly. You suck on his lip piercing, running your tongue over it a few times before breaking the kiss.

"Ohh~" he whines, between trembling moans. You're always finding new ways to play with him and it drives him crazy.

You wrap your legs around his thighs and pull him deeper into you so that you can feel his cock in your gut while you're still dazed.

"So fucking tight," he swallows. "Y/N, you're so good, you're so fucking good, I need to cum deep inside of you, please," he stutters. "Please. Please, Y/N,"

You meet his hands on your thighs and bring your hips forward. His eyes widen and lust overcomes him, you watch as it corrupts his every movement.

He kisses you, and kisses you again, and again.

Your eyes soften as you take his dick, only barely awake. His hold on you only strengthens as a result of the rigorous pace he's adopted.

A frustrated sigh leaves him as he bucks into your cunt haphazardly. His doe eyes flood with need. "Ngh~ ngh...ah--"

"Good, Kookie... that's my good boy," you praise, smiling shyly as you card your fingers through his soft, brown hair.

His sounds sharpen, sounding like pleas as he pounds into you absent-mindedly, your head between his hands. He places his forehead against yours, intimately.

His consistency pays off, and your orgasm overcomes you suddenly. You spasm, causing you to cling to him as his hips stutter to fill your cunt with his hot cum.

Jungkook spends a few moments gazing into your eyes and nuzzling you, kissing your neck and biting at your ear. "You looked so pretty~" he hums in your ear in a soft giggle.

You scratch his back with your nails, causing him to shiver.

"Ohhhh~" he groans. "More..." he asks.

"More? Here?" You scratch a little harder, near his shoulders.

"Mmm...mhmmm..." he thrums, kissing your face cutely. "I can't believe you're mine~" he says, his eyes full of stars.

"Oh, trust me, bunny...I can't either,"

Jungkook kisses your nose and lifts himself from you, careful with your sensitive body as he reaches for a hanging towel.

He hangs it over his shoulders and lifts you off the bed. "Bath time," he announces.

a/n: I hope this is long enough but I understand that all of my works are generally shorter 😅

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[brain-rot-central]

Good morning, I'm having mushy personal thoughts

I was throwing around the idea of a possible oneshot/other long fic with Mia the other day. Like Tav/Astarion as adventurers but the events of the game never happened. They're lifelong friends and A just happens to be a vampire with a shitty backstory as to how it happened. But he's like all well adjusted to it now and uses it to his advantage etc

And then Mia suggested something like "hey you don't have to make this BG3 related, it can be actual fiction. You write really well. You don't have to box yourself into just BG3"

And I went

"oh"

I guess it's my imposter syndrome acting up whenever someone says something like that but I'm still in the mindset of like "nah my writing isn't good enough to post on AO3" which is why the majority of my library is here on Tumblr. I don't feel like I belong there; AO3 is only for the really good people. Which I am not. At least to me. And I don't mean to be disrespectful of the grace and the support I've been given by this community; it's all entirely received and I feel it and I cherish it. It's just challenging to change that sort of mindset. But I'm trying.

I would probably never think to actually try writing professionally but tbh I'm at the point where thinking about doing my current career full-time until I'm like 70 makes me extremely depressed so idk I guess now would be a good time to try?

I had a thought the other day too after our discussion where I used to feel a certain kind of way in my 20s, like a whole mess of creative energy all vibrating at the same time and I would try my best to keep it locked in a box and contained and never let it slip out because why bother allowing your creative side to flourish? You didn't choose that path in life. Ignore it, it's not to your benefit. And I would get extremely sad about it and just sit there and go "idk why I'm so sad I should be happy"

And idk it made me really emotional thinking about it because that's what those feelings were. And I remember how creative I used to be in my teens and then over the course of my 20s I just shoved it further and further into a box and kept adding chain after chain over it, effectively trying to suffocate it because I didn't choose it as my career path so it has no use to me. Like literally just trying to kill off that part of me because it doesn't help with efficiency. Turning myself into a machine, essentially.

And now that I'm writing again it's like taking the chains off and allowing the box to pop open every once in a while and idk I feel really fulfilled. It's made me realize just how much of myself I've had to (or forced myself to) sacrifice over the last 10ish years and yeah. It's just nice to reconnect with this part of myself again.

I just wanna thank everyone again for their support. It means so fucking much to me.

Signed,

The girl who hides in the corner because she's told herself she can't hang with the cool kids.

Thanks for lending your hands and showing me otherwise.

#neech's speeches #personal rant #writing

[venusscriptures]

he’s so cute i gotta write a little..teeheeeee …

17+!! warnings: somnophilia, drunk-ish sex (he’s faking being drunk-stupid so idk what to call it), plant-like genitalia (saw a post about his dick being in a slit, and he had TWO!! and hc about a scent he gives off when in heat and i got a little too..creative *grins*), nipple play (can you guys tell i like big pecs and men’s nipples!!), and almost getting caught, head/ oral (character receiving) and Gender neutral reader. sub vash + dom gunman (gun person?) reader.

AN: part two has been posted!

You had been traveling with Vash for a while now, joining his adventures after he had saved your ass from becoming swiss cheese by a couple of gang members that thought you were an easy target.

After that little incident, you paid him back by patching him up and helping him heal his injuries (although you didn’t need to do much, it seemed like they were already half healed by the time you had gotten the gauze).

However much you stick around, he tries to slip away so many times, it’s become a cycle. He gets into a fight, you help, he feels guilty and runs off, you find him and it repeats. No matter how many times you try to stick it through to him, he never truly believes that you’d want to stick around for the man who’s is famously called a ‘stampede’.

You had become friends with Meryl, Milly and Nicholas, joining the group as an extra set of hands for anything, you had a knack of learning things quickly, and you could easily defend yourself. Vash however, felt that he’d be endangering you, despite your strength and smarts, but he relented after you picked up a gun.

Tonight was another night alive after helping a town escape a tyrannical gang, so it was a night to celebrate. As you guys were served pint after pint, the group, including Meryl surprisingly, had become deliriously drunk, which had you herding them upstairs after Wolfwood started to argue with the patrons.

Turns out, Meryl had booked three rooms, two doubles and one single. Planning to take the single for yourself to save from having to deal with the aftercare of these drunks throwing up all over you or your bed.

The elevator pinged at the third floor, signaling your exit. After successfully dragging Vash out, you heard the click of two doors closing.

The single and a double.

Fuck.

That left your plan soiled, seeing as you had certain disastrous noodle haired man slumped against you, mumbling something about a favorite circular pastry of his.

Sighing, you unlocked the double bed room, only to find a room with a single XL twin bed in the corner, your head about to combust with how exhausted you were.

You pulled him in, looking around the room for a place to rest. He sat down on the bed, watching you with a drunken stupor and hazed eyes, take off your coat and roll up your sleeves, hoping that he didn’t require as much help or watch as Milly.

“..take….bed….” He mumbled.

You didn’t quite catch what he said, so you leaned in closer, taking off his glasses and folding them, placing them on the desk next to the bed.

“I didn’t hear that, what did you say?”

You grabbed the pitcher and poured him a cup of water, pressing it against his lips and tilting his chin up, encouraging him to drink before he spoke.

He kept his eyes on you the whole time, greedily gulping down the water.

Once he finished the class, you set it down onto the desk, sitting next to him.

“I said..you can take the bed, ‘n’ i’ll…i’ll find something..”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head and frowned, folding your arms over your chest as he smiled.

“Absolutely not, you’re drunk and the last thing i want is you wandering off into the city and something happening to you! You rest, i’ll watch you so you don’t suffocate on your own vomit.”

You ended up sharing the bed, and now was staring at the ceiling, a loose white shirt and your biker shorts on, Vash’s long limbs thrown over your body as the futile attempt at making a border was destroyed by him.

As much as you loved him -platonically you assured yourself - he was a tall man and took that space up, leaving you within his grasp as he wrapped himself around your body, his thigh thrown over yours, and his arms holding you close to his chest, his head resting on top of your chest.

After god knows how long you had been laying there, listening to his deep breaths and murmurings, you heard a small whimper from him, a sweet smell coming from him.

You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but it smelled like a sweet syrup, or a yummy fruity cocktail, it’s honey like scent intriguing you.

Another whimper, yet this time his thigh tightened and his hips twitched forward, slightly grinding on you, the sweet scent growing stronger, making you slightly confused but curious.

Looking down at his face, you saw his eyebrows furrow together, his face otherwise peaceful. Chalking it up to the alcohol, you settle back into your pillow and close your eyes before you hear him moan your name softly, continuing to grind against your thigh, yet this time you felt a small mound press against the muscle, feeling the wetness slowly soak his underwear and your thigh, making you feel flustered.

“Vash…” You looked down and saw him squirming, hiding his face into your chest, his hand clutching the cloth.

He shivered and grinded against you once more, his slit dripping with arousal. You brushed his loose hair back, your thigh now throughly soaked. Testing the waters, you flexed your thigh and raised it slightly, earning a gasp and moan from Vash, his brows turning upwards as he settled into your thigh, now mumbling something about feeling nice and your name.

You were extremely horny right now, his actions and words driving you up the wall, with that sickly sweet scent stronger than ever. You slid your hand down to his waistband, your fingers slipping under them and finding the source of that slick sensation and sweet smell. You felt around, confused at the lack of an appendage but found a funny feeling slit. You pressed your fingers against it lightly and he shuddered. Jackpot.

Now in an unexplainable haze, you took your fingers and slid them into your mouth, the taste of his wetness sending shivers down your body, raising the heat between your legs. If this is how you felt just by tasting him, you couldn’t imagine how he felt right now.

After you managed to slip out of his grasp, you took off his boxers, softly gasping at the pretty sight before you: Vash on his back, his legs and arms sprawled out as his hair looked like a halo around his head, his chest rising and falling. But what especially caught your eye was the blue-toned slit between his thighs, leaking a sort of pinkish looking thick fluid, the source of that sweet smell that drove you so crazy.

Leaning down to lick it, you pressed your tongue against the whole slit first, his body jerking and he somehow still rested. Deciding to go further, you wrapped your arms around his thighs, laid onto your stomach and proceeded to lick, slurp and dip into his hole, his whines and whimpers growing by the second.

You heard him move around slightly, and looked up to see Vash staring back down at you, a desperate look in his eyes and he gasped and sighed with every poke and prod you made with your tongue. Feeling his hands slide into your hair, you continued to slurp all the leaky fluid from him, growing hungry for more of him. As you dipped your tongue slightly in, you were met with two appendages slowly coming out of his slit, their tips glowing with a bio-luminescent light, his legs twitching and shivering as they now stood tall in the night air.

Testing it, you licked the underside of one, a yelp coming from his mouth. Grinning, you watched it squirm by itself, the appendages shaped sort of like a tentacle, except girthier and rounded more at the tip. And it has a tip.

You stuck your tongue out, holding it against his squirming dicks and he let out a moan, his voice rising another octave. As if they had a mind of their own, they twisted and moved against your tongue, sliding up and down your mouth as his hips trembled and bucked, his head thrown back as he shivered and shook, cumming into your mouth as his orgasm ran through him, goosebumps covering his body.

Sucking off all you could, a knock at the door scared both of you out of our lustful hazes.

“Hey..,[F/N], Milly threw up…could you come help please?” Meryl’s voice rang through the door.

Sighing and sitting back in your knees, disappointed that you couldn’t keep eating him out, you responded.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute, give me a sec.”

Leaning over a bright red Vash, you gripped his hip with one hand and kissed him, your mouth covered in the taste of his cum.

“I wanna continue this another time, okay pretty?” You softly said to him, brushing back his hair from his sweaty forehead. He looked up at you like you hung the stars and nodded, tugging down at your shirt.

You gave him another kiss, this time deep. Breaking away, you planted some kisses against his neck and stood up, fixing yourself in the mirror.

“I’ll be right back”

He stares at the door after you closed it behind yourself, bewildered at the past 30 minutes.

He couldn’t wait to get “drunk” again.

#vash #vash my lovely #vash the stampede #sub vash #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun #vash imagines

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hello, could you possibly write a oneshot where the reader is from abusive household and she gets put into arranged marriage with Matthias and after a while he learns that secret about her and is even more sweet and caring and overprotective of her? I know this might be a triggering topic for some but sometimes a good fluff makes you feel a whole lotta better no? :)

A/n: Hello lovely-- this was a great request, perfect fit for Matthias. I took a tiny bit of creative license and maybe there's a part 2 to be written? idk lemme know what you think! <3

Fire and Ice - Matthias X Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, implied past abuse, mentions of reader scars, not proofread Word Count: 1246

You thought you’d hidden your shaking hands better than this. Matthias was already proving problematically observant.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He closed the door to your shared quarters on the top floor of the Crow Club, shutting out the merry din from the packed bar below. Closing the distance between you, he stepped forward and grasped your hands in his. He turned them over in his hands - strong and calloused - as if searching for an answer in the lines of your palms. 

You shook your head, anxious to swat this conversation away. He ducked his chin down to force you to meet his gaze, something you’d been avoiding for the past few minutes. 

“I… I can’t… I can’t talk about it…” you offered weakly. Your voice was shaking to match your quaking hands now. That familiar terror was creeping up in your chest. You had the urge to find a corner somewhere and press your back into it. Corners had always been the safest place at home. Corners meant that no one could surprise you from behind. You could see anything that came your way - shoes, dishes, and fists. Seeing them didn’t make the bruises or cuts hurt less, per se, but at least the pain wasn’t mixed with shock.

“You’re shaking like a leaf.” He stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around you. You froze, rigid from surprise and discomfort. He was warm and firm and all around you in an instant, enveloping you and restricting your movement. He rested his cheek on the top of your head as his hands rubbed up and down your back. You wondered if he could feel the decades-old scars there, etched across your shoulder blades. A permanent reminder of where you’d come from. 

“Stop it,” you growled, your voice taut like a wire. Matthias stepped back, letting his arms drop, a fleeting shadow of hurt dancing across his face. For the briefest moment, you had the inexplicable urge to step back to him, to let his embrace swallow you whole again. The urge was foreign to you - you’d never wanted to be close to anyone before. The only desires you’d ever felt in relation to other people was the desire to get away from them. Although, in all fairness, no one had ever given you a reason to want anything other than to be alone. You’d accumulated enough bruises, burns, scars, and dark memories to prove that a hundred times over.

“Y/n, talk to me. What’s going on.” 

Matthias’ wintry blue eyes studied you with a mix of curiosity and worry. It was tender in a way that made you want to smack him. He had no business caring so much. An inexplicable flare of anger boiled in your chest.

“Why do you care anyways?” you spat, ripping your hands out of his grasp. “You barely fucking know me. Don’t start pretending that this-” you gestured at the space between the two of you “-is anything more than what it is: an arranged marriage that neither of us fucking wanted.” 

Your breathing was getting shallower, more frantic. The feeling of terror was blooming in your chest, fueled by rage and the unquenchable desire to sink into the floor and be ignored. The words were coming quicker now, falling out of your mouth before you knew what you were saying.

“So just leave me alone, don’t worry about it, because I’m not your goddamn concern!”

Matthias didn’t recoil from your outburst. He held your gaze, his handsome face a portrait-worthy picture of concern. 

“I care because you’re clearly in pain. Do I need any other reason?”

That blaze of anger that you’d directed outwards suddenly turned inwards. Shame bubbled in your gut as you realized he wasn’t going to turn away from you. You hadn’t realized it until now, but that was why your anger rose up so quickly. It was trying to shield the parts of you that didn’t want to be looked at or questioned. And until now, it had always worked. People gave you a wide berth, even your “friends” the Crows. All it took was a flash of anger every now and again, and you’d had everything you thought you’d ever wanted: privacy, isolation, and no one close enough to hurt you ever again. 

Until now, that was. 

As you looked across the space separating you and Matthias, your anger and terror was beginning to give way to something bigger and softer. You couldn’t name the emotion, but it hung somewhere between comfort and longing. Those feelings were unusual for you. The closest you came to comfortable in relationships was around animals, horses in particular. You’d never met another person that brought this out of you before. 

You stared at Matthias incredulously and in a long, weighty silence. To his credit, he held your gaze patiently, seemingly content to give you peace while you plundered clumsily through these strange emotions. 

After a few minutes, you cleared your throat and offered him a very hesitant half-smile. “I can’t talk about it with you,” you told him. The same heartbreaking look of disappointment darkened his face momentarily. “Not today,” you went on. “But one day. I will. I promise.” 

You didn’t like the way a promise made you feel, but as soon as you tossed those words out towards him, you knew it was the right thing. Some knot of tension deep inside you snapped loose at those words. You’d hold to your promise, too. You knew it as much as you knew that the sky above is blue. 

Matthias chewed on the inside of his lip, clearly a bit dissatisfied that he wasn’t going to get satisfaction today. After a few moments, he nodded. “One day,” he echoed. You nodded, dropping your eyes to the floor and fidgeting with the ring on your left hand. It still felt odd to wear a wedding ring there, but you were growing fond of the way the sapphire and garnet in the band caught the firelight. 

“Why these stones?” you blurted out suddenly. Matthias cocked an eyebrow at you, as surprised by your off-topic question as you were. Something about the vulnerability of your promise had loosened your tongue. You worried he would think you silly and shake his head, but instead he smiled, gazing gently at the ring on your finger.

“Fire and ice,” he replied cryptically with a mischievous grin. 

You looked down at the ring - the two stones cut in long rectangles, set so closely together that they touched, ringed by small diamonds. Fire and ice… opposites at face value, but complementing forces. Equal in their destructive potential. Maybe that was what Matthias was getting at… and yet, when balanced, weren’t fire and ice also life-giving? 

Your eyes met his. He was still smiling at you, his expression unreadable. No longer a smirk, something different now. Pride, maybe? Although you knew you didn’t deserve it, you couldn’t help but bask a little in the admiration you saw in his eyes. A blush stained your cheeks as you looked back at the ring. 

“You and me?” you asked, eyes darting between the rings and the man across from you. 

His smile confirmed your theory, and he nodded once. 

“You and me,” he repeated softly. “Fire and ice.”

You let the light refracting in the two stones dazzle you for a moment longer. Fire and ice, you thought. Matthias and I… 

I could get used to that.

#shadow and bone requests #matthias helvar x y/n #matthias helvar x you #matthias helvar imagine #matthias helvar #matthias helvar x reader #matthias helvar angst #shadow and bone fic #matthias helvar requests

[torialefay]

Hello there! Haven’t seen you around for quite a bit now, is everything okay?🥺

I wanted to request a reading on Chan and if he’s really the way he shows himself to us, if he’s all sweet and caring or could maybe hide some mean parts that would come out in a relationship (like him being an asshole).

I’ve had pretty bad experiences with libra men, they all act sweet and caring the firsts days, basically love bombing you, and then they just show their true asshole nature… soo idk im kinda scared he’s like that too hahah

hi baby!!! everything is okay, tysm for asking 🥺 i'm on clinical rotations right now, which is basically where you train to be a different type of doctor each month. it's been a lottttt this past month, so i haven't been able to write or be on here as much :( but hopefully i'll be able to do more in this next month!

first, i'm so sorry you've had a bad experience with libra men! i just got out of a long-term relationship with a libra man, so i understand what you mean. one thing i WILL say is that as far as acting like an asshole, i don't know that that's a libra quality more than it is something else in their chart. a lot of my best friends are also libra suns and i think the love-bombing aspect of that can be very true for all of them. livras just need that reassurance that you like them and they know how to make you feel special. as far as being an asshole though, i think that we'd have to search deeper into the chart for that.

for chris:

one thing i want to say about libra suns right off the bat is that obviously they like to appease everybody. that's why a lot of people find them likeable. libra suns understand what you want them to act like, and that's exactly what they do. so what does this mean for chan? i think he 100% knows that we like it when he is our "sweet, shy, humble father of 7 kids", but he also knows we like it when he's got major daddy vibes. and he knows WHEN to bring them out... now that side of him is what he shows to US, but it could be vastly different from what he shows others. you've probably seen that when he's around other guys, he takes on a more masculine, playful character than what he normally shows us. i think behind closed doors when he's just with his members or friends, he's def more of a "guy's guy" than what he lets on. i think he probably cuts up a lot, makes crude jokes, says stupid boy shit, etc. but it's not that he's trying to be deceitful in not showing us this... i just think that he knows when it comes to stays, he needs to behave a certain way. i think when it comes to GIRLS in general, he knows he needs to behave a certain way. i don't think any of it is insincere at all, and i think he def still has those traits that come out when he's hanging with the boys, BUT in everday life, i see him as more "dude-ish" than he probably shows us. any man that's out here wear shorts in the fucking cold is a dude's dude, let's be honest.

so, whether he's an asshole or not i think depends on 1) his other chart placements, and 2) what your own chart placements are. for example, i know some people got upset ab what he posted on bubble a week or so ago. to ME, i thought it was just all jokes and him messing around (like dudes do) and thought it was annoying but funny tbh. like i don't have time for your shit today christopher 🙄 BUT obviously some people did not like it and really took it to heart.... so in that regard, it's like "okay, is he an asshole, or do i just perceive him as an asshole bc we don't have the same sense of 'joking around'?" i think that's a big factor in it. but let's look at his chart and see OBJECTIVELY do i think he'd switch it up and be an asshole after a certain amount of time.

as far as communication goes, NO, i do not think he would intentionally be an asshole on a regular basis. his personality AND his communication style both sit in libra in the 5th house. i think this shows he's really funny and creative, flirty, and likes to mess around and get people riled up. random note, but 5th house also is heavily involved in children, so i think he'd talk ab having kids or raising a family together a LOT. but on the regular, i think he'd actually be a good communicator in relationships and try his best to make them fun.

something i find interesting ab channie is that both his moon in libra and his venus in scorp lie in the 6th house. 6th house governs work, service, and health. i feel like this makes TOTAL sense for him. his moon rooted in libra here means that in relationships, he probably has to feel very giving and feel that he needs his partner to integrate into his work life in order to feel balanced. i have sooooo much more to say on this, which i will do later. his venus in scorp here also tells me that he pours a lot of love and beauty into what he does in work, and that he is vvvvv passionate ab it. i think with this combo, it could actually come up that he is "married to work" in a way. he could REALLY struggle finding balance between relationships and work. and let me emphasize why:

his mars is in sagittarius on the 6th/7th house cusp. stick with me here. mars represents action and aggression, while sagittarius is a fiery and independent sign. i talked previously about how 6th house represents work and service, but 7th house is the ruler of partnerships and marriage. so put all of this together and what we are seeing is someone who REALLY struggles in balancing work and relationships, and this is happening in the placements that rule aggression and independence. can def be a scary combo tbh.

so how do i see this playing out? overall, i think chan is lovely in relationships. basically will be whoever you need him to be and actually is very loving. he has that 6th house placement, so although work is extremely important to him, so is service, which INCLUDES taking care of you. HOWEVER, he has a very difficult time balancing these two things. i think when things are going poorly at work, he will bring that home and into your relationship. when things aren't great in your relationship, he will really struggle at work.... so as much as i hate to say it, i do think if he's having a difficult time at work, he could accidentally take it out on you. even if he doesn't mean to... either 2 things would initially happen: (1) he gets really upset and bottles it all in and/or gets flighty all of a sudden and acts like he doesn't know what he wants, (2) he explodes on you for no reason... like when he feels like his life is off-balance, he can genuinely get that worked up. don't get me wrong, he would regret it later and do everything to try and make up for it, but i see him having that problem for the time being.

so i think it's up to everyone individually how they're able to handle those traits in a relationship. i see people say something like "when chan gets stressed at work, all he wants to do is come home and lay in your arms", but i genuinely disagree. he may END UP wanting that by the end of the night, but when he's upset, he needs to be alone for a bit. so i think that's up to you if you think that makes him an asshole or not? i think it depends on compatibility and how you also react 100%

#bangchan #skz astrology

[peachesofteal]

I've just read the latest addition for Dead Disco and first:

SECOND: I am thinking about Darling and her job. It is mentioned that, before Chapter 1, she has a job, but I imagine that after her weekish long of unjustified absence she was fired. And idk if it's me imagining things but I could almost feel the way she would say through gritted teeth I love my job BUT THEN what if once she's out she realizes she didn't like her job at all anymore? Is the lack of structure something that's affecting her? Would she feel unproductive if she's not working, or even worse, would she feel even more like a burden? What if she states her wish of coming back to the workforce? How would Johnny and Simon react? Would they encourage her to go back into a new job or would they just say fuck it!! we're taking care of you? Or what if Darling discovered she wants to do something more creative for a living? Or pursue something else that she wouldn't be expecting?

GRAHHH so many questions! I'm sorry if these are too many things at once BUT THIS FIC HAS ME FERAL. I looooove poly relationships xReader fics and yours scratches that itch in my brain, is sooo good and beautiful and I'm rooting for then and their happy ending 🥺

ALSO can't stop thinking abt that blurb from Chapter 5 where babies are mentioned HSJAJS 🙏

Thank you so much for writing this, hope you're having a great day!!!

— uwuboowoo but from my main blog:)

Hi omg I love your thoughts so much! Your comments on AO3 are some of my favorites! I love discussing with you, so let's talk:

The last snippet was in the past, but in the present time (flat shopping and such) Darling still has this job, even though she actually dreams of quitting and just doing what she loves instead, which is painting. It's mentioned that she had an art room, in her last flat, but it was really just like a very small guest room that she turned into her office, that quickly became overrun with her art supplies.

The guys would definitely encourage her to quit if she wanted but, realistically, it's not like any of them are made of money. Simon and Johnny don't have overflowing wads of cash. This isn't the sugar daddy AU.

Even though it's Darling's dream to quit and paint, I don't think she would. Or at least, not for a long time. She knows herself well enough to know that she needs structure, especially when the guys are away. It's hard enough to get out of bed somedays, you know? So having somewhere to be, something that pushes her to function is healthy for her.

Thanks for reading and chatting as always! I'm so happy you're enjoying it! 🩵🩵🩵

#peaches asks #dead disco #ghost x soap x reader #soap x ghost x reader

[shinesurge]

I'm sitting around waiting for our car to get serviced so I'm gonna take a minute to write a post I've been chewing on for a little bit lol

I think! A lot of creators talk about 'word of mouth' being the best advertising and it's TRUE they are right but I'm not sure the actual like, function of that is getting across because people still get confused about it when I bring it up, and I keep seeing people frustrated that their efforts aren't working (notably in spaces like the obscure webcomic tournament). Recommending stuff to your friends or writing stuff in to promotional spaces DEFINITELY helps don't stop doing that, but what people ACTUALLY mean by this is getting Visibly Excited about things in spaces where it can break containment.

Fandom content is what gets people into things!! Like, think about everything that "takes off" online; it's not because people post the plot synopsis over and over, or go "please read this it's good," the stuff that actually gets people engaging is seeing some cool fan work or clipped out content and going what the FUCK is that. The Barbie movie probably would have done fine on its own, but the insane phenomenon it's become certainly wouldn't have happened if regular internet users hadn't memed it to hell and back; this stuff works.

I didn't give a SHIT about Persona 5, or The Magnus Archives, or The Adventure Zone or any number of things I got dragged into until I saw fandom content for them. Persona 5 sounds like boring as fuck anime shit on paper, I do NOT care about podcasts, but people kept drawing the COOLEST stuff for them or posting insane fan theories until I HAD to know what was going on. That's what we're talking about with word of mouth! Sincere engagement with the thing is better than any advertising could ever be.

It doesn't have to be creative art or writing either! Make Character Appreciation Posts using the source material! Make an essay-length analysis of the story's themes! Set up a weekly post about how much you love a character or a count of how many days it's been since someone showed up, do Incorrect Quotes or paste tumblr text posts over characters, idk man there's entire blogs dedicated to posting every One Piece panel that has certain characters in it, there are no rules

What I'm saying is if you're wanting to help out smaller creators, please get involved, and PLEASE do it outside insulated places like discord servers. A thriving community that only exists inside a closed server still looks like a ghost town from the outside. "please read this it's got lesbians" helps get something on the radar, making a compilation post of the lesbians and posting it with a link to The Thing gets people's attention.

anyway that's all thanks @ Fans Of All Kinds for caring enough to want to help out independent people to the point i felt like it was worth making a post like this; to be clear, nobody is owed any of this stuff and you're certainly not obligated to put in all this effort to enjoy a thing! but i know a LOT of people are enthusiastic about indie media and want to help out, and sometimes a little extra guidance from the creator perspective helps them figure out how to do that effectively. love you have a good day

[junikicker]

idk if u take requests but if you do could i request a fic w lady bellaston (maybe w the same reader character as your previous lady bellaston fics??) where they’re at a party and lady b is knowingly flirting with others to make reader jealous all the while sending looks at reader like ‘what are you going to do about it:);)’ and reader takes her to an empty room and fucks her lol no worries if you don’t take requests tho!!

Masquerade - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

Masquerade - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

warnings: smut

note: I've really grown to love the oc I creadted with the whole Under Her Spell story. Love that even though the story is officially over, you requested the character again. Also love that you all love the series so much.

word count: 2.2k

“I understand you will attend the masquerade ball next week?” Your father asked, just as he was about to head out for the day. “Affirmative, father. I’ll have William fetch my clothes from the tailor this afternoon.” You responded, looking at him from your desk as you dropped the quill in your left hand.

“You’re not again writing that foolish poetry, are you? Son, how often must I tell you that you are no Shakespeare? And quit writing with your left hand.” He ordered, a deep frown on his face.

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll crawl home to her.” You recited the words written down on the piece of parchment before you, looking your father straight in the eye. The man’s frown seemed to only deepen at your words. He turned around and left without saying another word. You sighed. Nothing you ever did could seem to make him proud.

Later that day, William arrived with your clothes for the ball. Your father had insisted on the family colors, however, you decided to only go for the blue and switch the black for silver elements. He was not attending either way, so you thought you could just as well do a bit of your won thing.

You hadn’t seen Lady Bellaston since the night the two of you spent at Champagne Lane, but you regularly exchanged letters. William was so gracious to act as a courier for the two of you, delivering your letters to her and her letters to you, so your father wouldn’t suspect anything. William truly was a man of honor. He’d been around the manor for as long as you could remember. For a long time he had been your only friend.

The letters mostly consisted of her telling you about how much she longed to be with you again, while your letters always included a new poem of yours that you had written for her and only her.

Since you met her, your creativity had increased. You saw her in all the little things. The flowers, the sky, the clouds, and the moon with the stars at night. Sometimes even a word was enough to make you think of her.

As the masquerade ball was approaching, you felt yourself grow nervous. It was the first time that you would be seeing her after Champagne Lane. What if she suddenly decided she wanted to end it all? What if she had told anyone? What if she had told your father?

“Are you quite alright, Y/n?” William asked you as he fixed the buttons on your shirt. Whenever your father was not around, he called you by your real name. Whenever you heard your own name, a smile appeared on your face. Your father always called you Atticus. Everyone called you Atticus. Everyone but William, Charles, and now, Clarissa.

“Yes, it’s nothing.” You sighed, your hands a bit clammy. “Is it about Lady Bellaston?” He asked and you met his eyes. “I haven’t looked at the letters. But I sense there is a strong connection between the two of you.” He explained as he stepped aside for you to look into the mirror.

“We have been sleeping together, if that is what you are asking.” You told him as you smoothed out your clothing. “I was not implying-” William started but you cut him off, chuckling. “It’s fine, William. Really.” You told him. “I suppose, I am just nervous to see her again. We’ve been talking over letters over the past two weeks, but what if she decided that she wants to end whatever we are having? What if she thinks it was wrong?”

“Everything will be alright, Y/n. I’ve seen how she beamed when I came with your letters every day. How she was eager to get your reply. She won’t change her mind. And if she does: Whatever happens, happens. Everything happens for a reason.” William tried to soothe your nerves. “Thank you, William.” You genuinely told him and he gave you a smile. “Now leave. And enjoy yourself. Your father is in Paris until the day after tomorrow, do not worry about the time of your return.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. And thank you again.” You told him as you got ready to leave. “My pleasure, Y/n.” He spoke and left you alone.

The carriage in front of your home seemed to have arrived just in time for you to leave. You were still nervous but William seemed to have managed to calm your nerves down severely.

There were already loads of people at the masquerade when you had arrived. You got off the carriage and looked at the mask in your hands. With a sigh, you secured the mask over your eyes and tied it at the back of your head.

You looked around, trying to find any sort of familiar figure but decided it was not worth the effort. Everybody looked so different with the mask on. You still tried to find that one particular blonde among the many people.

“You have got to be kitting me! Atticus Huntington?” A voice grabbed your attention and you turned around. You were met with a small man. His hair was neatly pulled back into a slick bun at the back of his head. “Blifil? Is that you?” You asked. You hadn’t seen the man that you knew when he was still a boy in years. “So it is you! I haven’t seen you in a long time. What have you been up to?” The young man asked. “Spent some time in the countryside. Wrote a book. Everything and nothing, really.” You explained. Then Blifil was saying something about how he wanted to go to the countryside too, but it just didn’t seem to be a fitting environment for him and some other things that you didn’t quite catch because you were distracted by something, or rather someone.

About fifteen meters away was a woman in a yellow dress, a mask hid her face, but you would know that hair anywhere. It had a different color than all blonde hair you had ever seen. It had a texture that you’d know everywhere. And she was talking with some man, a tad older than you. A hand on his arm as she laughed at something he said. You had a hard time drawing your eyes away from her but managed to get back to your conversation with Blifil.

“I don’t think you’d be a fit for the countryside either, lad… Look, it was nice catching up with you, but I need to find someone.” You explained and gave his shoulder a pat. “Yes, no worries, I must be off as well.” He said and you parted ways. When you looked back to where you had just seen Clarissa with the mysterious man, there were now two ladies, one dressed in delicate green and the other in a deep purple gown. You looked around. No sign of Lady Bellaston.

As you were about to give up on searching, you saw the yellow dress again out of the corner of your eye. There she was, talking to… Tom Jones? What could she possibly want from Tom Jones? Surely she was not going to allow him to wed Sophia. There it was again. That laugh. That laugh that you had come to adore so much. The laugh that you thought was only for you.

As if Clarissa seemed to have felt you watching her, her head turned and she looked at you, giving you a smirk. That was when you knew what she wanted. It was all a game. She wanted to make you jealous and you hated that it was working. Your jaw clenched when you watched her laugh at yet another joke Ton Jones seemed to have made. She looked at you again, quirking an eyebrow at you as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it?’. You took a deep breath before abandoning your drink on the next best table and then made your way over to where Clarissa and Tom Jones were seated.

“If it isn’t Tom Jones. Are you not supposed to be talking to Sophia? My Lady Bellaston.” You acknowledged her presence as you put on a fake smile for Tom Jones. “I was just about to leave.” He gritted out between his teeth before getting up and leaving.

“Follow me.” You said to Clarissa, grabbing her hand, leading her to the next best room inside that you could be alone in.

“What was that about?!” You asked her through gritted teeth. “Why in God’s name were you trying to seduce Tom Jones?! He’s not in love with you!” You were backing her up against the closed door, leaving no place to escape for her. She had a smug smile on her face as her hands reached behind her head to get rid of her mask before she reached around your head to get rid of yours as well.

She caught you off guard with that. It was not what you had been expecting at all. Confused, you looked at her, meeting her emerald green eyes. “Because I want you.” She breathed out. “And this was the fastest way.” She explained, a hand cupping your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You’re mine.” You breathed once you had comprehended her words. “You belong to me. And if you ever look at him like that again, you are going to be very sorry, Clarissa.” You told her and her pupils dilated at your words. “Understood?” You asked her, looking deep into her eyes. You took the small whimper that fell from her lips as a yes. “Turn around.” You ordered and she immediately obliged.

You practically tore the dress from her body, not caring if it took damage as you removed it from her body. You just needed so much access to do what you had in mind. “Now I’m gonna show you who you belong to.” You growled into her ear. You looked around to find the next best place to take your activities to and saw a desk in the middle of the room. You got a hold of her hips and led her to the wooden piece of furniture.

One swift movement was all it took for you to lift her up to sit on the desk as you stood between her legs and removed her underwear. As you did, you got the perfect look at her breasts, corset so tight they were threatening to spill out of it. And the little heart-shaped mark was present once again.

You dragged your index finger up her slit and a low moan left the woman’s mouth. “Oh, darling. I’ve barely touched you and you are already drenched.” You chuckled at the wetness you found between her legs.

Without a warning, you thrust two fingers into her dripping core, Clarissa’s head falling back at the rough pace you set from the beginning. Your fingers play with her sensitive bundle of nerves, while one of her hands reach for your hair, gently tugging on it, while streams of moans leave her throat. Your lips latch onto her cleavage, leaving mark after mark on her porcelain skin.

Her gasps get higher in pitch and once you feel her flutter around your fingers, you pull away fully, gaining a groan and whimper in response. Just as Clarissa was about to say something about it, you slipped your fingers back inside, thrusting even harder and faster, a moan taking up the space of her words. Her pupils were blown wide, and her chest was flushed and covered in, what you thought was, art.

Your thumb on her clit continues to tease her further, her gasps becoming more frequent and the rhythm more frantic. Just when you curl your fingers into that special spot inside of her, her back arches fully into you, and a loud moan leaves her mouth. When you press your lips to hers in an attempt to silence her loud moans, the kiss is sloppy and messy. A few moments later, curses in what seemed to be French started leaving her mouth. Within the next few moments, you can feel her walls flutter around your fingers and her hands clawing at your back, into the fabric of your suit, while you throw her over the edge. You helped her ride out her high, before pulling away. “Who do you belong to?” You ask her, wanting to know if she remembered anything about your conversation from before. “Yours.” She panted, trying to catch her breath.

Her hair was now messy, the heart-mark washed away by sweat and her lipstick was smudged. You wondered if there was some on your face. The way she smiled at you made your heart ache. “I think I’m in love with you.” You blurted out. Just as you realized what you had said, you put your hands to your mouth. “Sorry- that was...”

“You think or you know?” Clarissa asked, now back to her cocky self. “I know.”

#gxg #wlw #fem!reader #lesbian #rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #hannah waddingham #lady bellaston x reader #lady bellaston #tom jones pbs

[cordeliawhohung]

CW LONG AF (I started and couldn't stop)

I know wife!reader is a reader character but something about her gives only child energy yk? Like sure, she's spoiled but the pressure to be perfect??? Like she's the only child of the police dude or whatever, and while she probably got whatever she asked for, she was under so much pressure to perform correctly because she was her parents one chance. She is a reflection of them and she has one chance to do anything correctly. I could also see her being an older sibling with that need for control she has.

Also shy!reader gives middle sibling energy or younger sibling energy but idk how to explain it. She just seems to carry this expectation that she'll be overlooked that it's become a need. Idk. She also gives "glass child syndrome"

Nurse!reader is definitely an older sibling let me tell you WHAT but not oldest sibling, like the second or third in a big family. Like she got so used to taking care of people she made it her career, but because she wasn't oldest she got this brutal attitude.

And FINALLY (and this is self projection probably BUT) they're all burnt out gifted children.

I'm sorry this was so LONG but your writing just scratches that creative writer/lore theorist/avid reader in me and just-

You're great, hope you have a wonderful rest of your week cuz you deserve it, honestly <3

oh my god i love this??

ngl i imagine all my reader characters as only children just because it's... easier lmfao but you're still so so so right about like their personality types though because UGH

especially with wife!reader!!! being the daughter of the chief of police put her in a big spotlight!! which is why she went through a sort of rebellious phase in school as we saw in that one shot about how her and Price met. she couldn't mess up (majorly, anyway) and had to have a perfect record. it's sort of what drove her into getting engaged to a guy she didn't even like because it made her family look good. and then her dad died so it was like oh, who cares about this everyone's gonna forget about me now lmao.

and poor shy!reader. i'll explain more of her family dynamic in In Limbo, but there was def this sense of like... i am alone most the time and this is the only way i can feel comfortable anymore a;sdlkjf

and nurse!reader totally. fucking. jesus christ she beat up kids when she was little i just know it. constantly fighting with them. imagine her coming from a family of like 6 kids and she's constantly arguing and bickering i could totally fucking see it. it's why she's able to put Soap in his place so well honestly ;ladkfj also she can defend herself like crazy with combative patients in the ER i just know it.

and then there's mafia!Reader. she's def an only child. constantly argued and fought with Shepherd. fucking hates the man. got hella sassy and moody because of it. sort of the opposite of wife!reader. instead of being the golden child, she was the one who was, in his eyes, always messing up.

and YES gifted kid burn out for the win lmfao. they're all tired in their own way <3

and waah thank you so much ): i always love talking about this kind of stuff! thank you for feeding me your thoughts <3

#core responds #mafia!141

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Contemplative Raccoon Times: Part IDK i havent done this in a while.

I’ve been thinking about the hazy place whump exists in between pure creative writing and healing. There’s no wrong way to write whump, but I think sometimes if you come at a peice from the wrong angle, you might miss the intention behind it.

Why does caretaker always live with whumpee?

Why are they always a perfect live in therapist?

Why do they always have a spare room and emotional energy?

Why does caretakers life entirely revolve around whumpee?

Well… because I’m caretaker. And I’m whumpee.

I am both.

So much of my writing starts with me talking to myself. Working through something with myself. Trying to use the empathy and sympathy I have for others to my advantage because for some reason, humans like to be much harder on themselves than they are with other people.

I am caretaker and I am whumpee. This is how I regulate and process situations or emotions.

But Racoon, this isn’t a self-therapy blog this is a creative writing blog. You are telling stories of experiences you haven’t had. Yep! I am! And I post it on a public platform!

Because that line is sooooo hazy.

I, like so many other writers, go through something and think “wow this would be SO GOOD to give to my blorbo.” There’s so many memes about “have a trauma? Give it to an OC.” Because we do! But also sometimes I go “you know what’s fucked up?” And give that to an oc. It’s both and neither and partially based in 3 emotions, 5 scenarios, and a movie I saw when I was 13.

People create differently and fuck, that’s so cool.

I guess in the end, this is just a defense of stereotypical, wet paper bag, Live-In, Spare-Room-Having, honestly Too Involved Caretakers.

Cheers to them and the writers sitting in the dark who created them 🥂

#contemplative raccoon times #I wish tumblr still saved our tags #anyway yes it’s 4 am why do you ask. #fucked up my sleeping schedule I guess

[ladylooch]

Hi, can you please write a timo meier smut about timo and reader having rough sex after timo comes home upset that his former Halifax teammate chirped at him "i bet that you never banged a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly" (this chirp actually happened in arizona during timo's first game with the devils), so reader ends up using the safe word and can't walk the next day, so timo feels bad?

A/N: LMAO, I remember this day. Like idk about these Halifax girls buttttt this girl would be delighted to be plowed by this man. I had a couple different versions of this one, but needed it to end on a softer note to feel comfortable going this far. I also don’t fully understand safe words and the concept, so I took some creative liberties. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ CONTENT. This is a bit edgier than I normally go. If rough sex is a trigger for you, skip this one bby. Reminder that consent and respect are sexy.

Despite his first goal as a Devil coming tonight, Timo is in a mood.

You had been out with some friends and the restaurant didn’t have a TV, so you caught highlights on the NHL app. What the NHL app didn’t show you, was the reason for your boyfriend’s mood when he touched down on the East Coast later.

The second he walked into your condo, he was furiously on edge. He smacked his keys on  the counter. He aggressively rolled his suitcase into the bedroom. He came back into the kitchen, where you were eating ice cream, slamming cabinets while getting himself a glass of water.

“Can I help you?” You murmur, biting your inner lip to avoid laughing. He was funny when he was mad, as long as it wasn’t directed at you. Timo stops at the sink, palms pressing into the counter, shoulders tight with tension.

“Yeah, you can be a good girl and get in bed.”

You don’t need to be told again.

You practically run down the hallway, stripping your clothes off for him to find when he decides to follow you. You jump on one leg, taking the last strip of your panties off before diving into the bed. His heavy footsteps echo in the apartment causing excitement to twist your core, beginning to drip between your legs at what is to come. A week of him being away is too much. Way too much, and you’ve missed the relief you feel when his cock edges into you.

He appears in your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head in one quick tug. Then, he drops his shorts and boxers at the same time, stepping out of them effortlessly as he comes towards you. His strong hands wrap around your legs and he pulls you down. The quickness has your hair fanned out vertically behind you. He crudely runs his fingers through your folds, making you jolt.

“We need some help tonight. I’m going to be rough.” His warning makes goosebumps pop out of your skin, arm hair standing on end. Yes. This is what you want too.

“Yes. Please.” You run your fingers up your body, brushing against the taut peaks of your nipples. He moves your hand away, gripping your breast and stabbing at it with his tongue. He finishes with a bite that makes your back arch. Your eyes are closed, but you feel his warmth disappear until he comes back with a bottle of lube.

“On your knees.” He demands, slapping your thigh to get you to move faster. Your eyes widen, biting your lip as he works you to the correct kneeling height. You feel the lube coat your folds, his fingers working it into every crevice for your pleasure and comfort. His rough strokes on your clit have a moan falling from your mouth.

He’s pumping into you in one quick burst that has your eyes springing open in surprise. You puff out a heavy breath as he leaves you completely then plunges deep again. His rough fingers catch on the soft skin of your ass before he spanks you hard making your skin sting. You bite your lip, trying to look at him over your shoulder as he holds your hips in place while he pounds into you.

The first bump against your cervix is met with a twinge of discomfort, but the overarching theme is still pleasure. He’s put so much lube between the two of you that his fast thrusts are suddenly feeling a little too fast. You don’t even realizing you’re holding your breath until you gasp for new air like you’re suffocating.

“You look like such a slut right now. Broken open like this for me. Taking me so fucking deep.” Desire has his voice dark and menacing. His hand comes to your hair, pulling it into a pony tail to tug the ends close to your scalp. He pulls back until you’re looking at the ceiling, neck and back crudely arched.

Something doesn’t feel right about this.

He can’t see your face, but your body stiffens which makes his next thrust painful. Your brain begins to send signals of discomfort and the next brush against your cervix is agonizing. Rough sex is nothing new between the two of you, but this was a different side of Timo that made you feel uneasy. It almost feels like punishment when he fucks you deeper even after your cry of displeasure.

“T, stop, please.” You demand, jugging your head out of his grasp. He flies out of you, removing every inch of his skin from you and holding his hands up like he’s surrendering. You feel a lump form in your throat from guilt and embarrassment.

“Baby?” He questions, keeping his hands away from you. “Tell me what to do.” You can hear his heavy breathing. You get fully onto your knees, then turn, look at his face. His bottom lip practically trembles in distress. “I’m sorry.” He says when your eyes meet. He can see he has crossed a line with you.

“It’s okay. We are okay. You stopped when I asked.” You reach back, touching his thigh so he knows it’s okay to put his hands on you again. “But I’m done for tonight.” You can already feel the ache settling between your thighs from his thrusts. “Oof.” You whine as you roll to your back. Timo stares down at you, eyebrows pulled together angrily. You can tell he is beating himself up internally. “It’s okay.” You remind him again. Because it is; you’re fine. He respected your boundaries. You feel safe. Now you just want to cuddle. “Come here.” You request. He buries his face between your bare breasts, pressing his nose into the right one at an angle so he can breathe.

Neither of you speak again, but drift off to sleep nakedly clinging to one another.

When you awaken the next morning, Timo is gone. You frown, knowing he doesn’t have practice today. Gingerly, you stand and immediately wince at the throb between your legs. You move to the bathroom, struggling to pee without discomfort. Not only are you sore, but your lack of attention to aftercare may have just given you a UTI. Fucking delightful. You grab a washcloth, running it under ice cold water and settling it against your sore skin. It helps soothe for a moment, but you know an epson salt bath is in your future. While you wait, you pull up TikTok. It isn’t long before the video from last night pops onto your screen. 

You probably didn't bang a single girl in Halifax, you're so fucking ugly.

Looking at the description of the video, you see the comment was directed at your boyfriend. No way!? When you see the camera zoom in on the chirper you burst out laughing. Who does this guy think he is? He looks like he smells with his long hair and unkept beard. He’s got some audacity saying that to your man.

This actually explains a lot about last night though. Timo’s edgy behavior. His rapid fucking. His ego was a little bruised. You think it’s time to go find him. The TV is on in the living room, so you know he is still here. You try to walk as normally as you can but the movement has you pulsing between your legs and not in a good way.

“Ooo fuck.” You whine as you grip onto the counter for support as sudden pinch of pain. You look up, seeing Timo staring at you with a regretful expression. You almost wonder if his bottom lip is going to start quivering again.

“I’m so sorry.” He blurts, setting his coffee cup down and coming over to you.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never, ever do that on purpose. I feel awful.” He looks awful too, like a sad puppy who just go kicked.

“I know. If I thought that was intentional, I would have left last night.” You reach for his fingers, giving his hand a squeeze. You hate how he’s keeping distance, trying not to touch you out of respect. “Can I have a kiss?” You ask. He nods, leaning down to put a tender kiss on your lips. You trail your tongue out, trying to beckon him into a soft make out session. He caresses your middle back, but keeps his space. “So what happened last night at the game?”

“I feel like you know.”

“I mean I do, but I want to hear about how it lead to what happened between us.”

“It hurt my feelings.” He grumbles. “And I just wanted to not feel like that anymore. You’re always the cure for me.”

“Usually this stuff doesn’t get to you though?”

“This one felt… more personal. I don’t know. I’m also with a new team and still trying to figure everything out, so my confidence is low. It got under my skin.” He shakes his head, looking out at our living room instead of at your face. “I shouldn’t have brought it home to our bed like that.” 

“Probably not. But, it was a funny chirp.” You shrug, trying to ease some of the exasperation on his face.

“No it wasn’t! I had plenty of puss-” He purses his lips, remembering who he is talking to. “I got around.” He shrugs, scratching at his scalp then shoving his hair back from his forehead.

“Which is why it’s so funny. Because it’s just not true.” You laugh, stepping forward to bury your face into his chest. “Not true now either.” He smells your hair, deflating into your body as his biceps tighten against your arms.

“Best of my life is right here though.” He murmurs.

“Yeah, I know.” You’re cocky about it, grinning up at him, watching his lips come toward yours. His eyes close, lashes fluttering together in dark wisps. “But you’re gonna have to wait a bit to have it again.”

“I understand. How can I take care of you today?” You scrunch your nose like you’re thinking, but you both know what you want.

“Mmmm, brunch with cocktails. Then we come back here to cuddle and you rub my back until I fall asleep.” He laughs, rolling his eyes at how easy it all is to be with you and make you happy. “And take a bath with me later. You have to go all out with wine and candles too.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

#Timo Meier #Timo Meier Smut #Timo Meier Fan ficiton #New Jersey devils #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #writing request