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mysteriawrites · 3 months
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Love and Deepspace boys with a Short S/O
An: this is a shit post based on how all the boys are all 6ft+ and ripped for no reason.
An 2: spoiler warning for chapter 7 and beyond.
Xavier:
You become his personal pillow/stuffed animal
He is 6’1 you can’t escape the inevitable he will find you and he will cuddle you
He will lean on your shoulder even if it’s uncomfortable with the height difference
He basically wallows on you at night and if you need to pee than good luck cause he’s a deep sleeper
V sleepy boi
Uses his build to shield you in fight
If he’s trying to protect you he will just pick you up and book it till you’re safe
Puts stuff on the high shelf unintentionally cause he regularly forgets how tall he is
Zayne:
Would use his height powers responsibly
Whenever he’s fed up with your shenanigans he just picks you up like a sack of potatoes
Whenever you miss your doctors appointments he will drag you to them if he has to he’s not messing around
Id you’re overworking yourself he will drag you home and carry you to bed
He’ll sit you in his lap while working on paperwork and you’re not allowed to leave
You’re his personal heater at night a will wrap his whole body around you
Will use his height and long ass legs as an advantage to beat you in paying for stuff
Also puts stuff on the top shelf where you can’t reach them because he thinks it’s cute to see you try but won’t admit it-
Rafayel:
You know when you first meet Rafayel and homeboy almost falls on you.
Imagine if his his 6’0 ripped merman ass actually did fall on you.
I’m 5’2 this man would absolutely squash me-
But also he would use his large build to be an absolute bratty little shit.
He would lay on top of you to keep you from getting up
He would put stuff too high so you couldn’t reach it
He would pick you up and just take you with him as if you a purse or smth
He would throw you on the bed-
Just overall very mischievous he better protect his shins because i will kick him
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orionremastered · 28 days
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Just imagine...
It's a late morning and you both know that. Neither of you have work today and you both know that. Neither of you want to leave each other's warm embrace and you both know that.
You wake up out of his arms, confused and in the dark. The curtains are drawn tightly shut and they don't want to let a sliver of light in to disrupt your peace.
The bed sheets rustle, a soft thud coming from the mattress behind you. Then gentle fingers creep up your back and lock around your waist, stopping for a moment so that his thumb can caress your skin.
Then he drags you back to him, wrapping two muscular arms around you until you're warm and comfortable and not going to roll away from him again.
"Morning," you whisper quietly.
His face buries into the back of your neck with a low groan and it hits you that he might have not been awake before.
"Go back to sleep," he complains softly, pressing a faint kiss into your spine before drifting back off to sleep.
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Celebrating a return from another writing project that's two days from finishing. requests are back open <3
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rae-writes · 2 months
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babysitter
nsfw; afab!reader, implied breeding kink+age gap
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You’re the babysitter his bitchy now-ex wife hired months ago (that he’s never met) and honestly, he considered just firing you. 
Until he met you. 
You were so fucking gorgeous- and so sweet with his little girl- which is how he found himself with sweaty palms and a pounding heart. 
And that’s how you eventually found yourself bent over the kitchen counter after his ex-wife had just picked up his daughter. 
“God— fuck, baby, you feel so good around me.” He growls, hand wrapped around your throat. His chest is pressed to your back , thrusts sharp, as he revels in the sounds you make. 
He’d never really been one to go after someone as young as you, but you’re just so. fucking. perfect for him. You’ve been all he’s thought about for months and he’s been craving you— needing to claim you. 
“A-ah, goddamnit…are you on birth control, baby?” He sees you shake your head ‘no’, hears the stammering ‘’m not’ you give out in between moans, but the thing is…
He can’t stop. Doesn’t want to stop; he needs to cum inside you. It’s all he’s been dreaming about. 
“Jus’ this once, then, baby- promise. Just this- oh- just this once. Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum- ‘m cumming, take it baby— take. it. all!” 
It wasn’t just that once. It happened again and again- kept happening each time he fucked you. He just couldn’t help himself, not with how pretty and perfect you were, and especially not with how willing you were to be filled with his cum. 
And months later, as his cum discreetly spreads along the expanse of your inner thighs from where it’s leaking out of you, he has his arm wrapped around your waist as he presents you to his family, happily exclaiming that you were pregnant and going to give his little girl a baby sibling. 
↳ Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Aomine Daiki, Getou Suguru, Sanemi Shinaguzawa, Shinichiro Sano, Osamu Miya, or ur fave <3
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blackbirdi · 14 days
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Tired
Brief Description: You're tired and your boyfriend's making sure you're getting to sleep.
Point of View: 2nd Person
Word Count: 454
Character: Character not specified; Multifandom x Reader, whatever character you so desire x Reader
It was movie night, like every Friday night, and you and your boyfriend had just sat down to pick something to watch.
As your boyfriend was scrolling through your movie options, out of the corner of his eyes he saw you yawn. He smiles like a lovesick fool at how cute you look when tired.
Turning to you, he chuckles quietly asking, "Tired, baby?"
"Extremely," you reply in a soft voice, leaning against his side.
He throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you onto his lap. You shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position before you lean your head against his chest.
"What time did you go to bed last night?" he asks you softly, brushing your hair out of your eyes.
You shrug, answering, "I don't know."
He rolls his eyes affectionately at you, pressing his lips to your temple, which only causes you to melt into his embrace more.
"What was the last time you saw on the clock?" your boyfriend rephrases his question.
Your eyebrows furrow together in thought, your boyfriend's heart melts just a little bit more at the sight. God, you're gorgeous.
He never thought he could fall in love before, let alone this in love. Every little thing you've done and will continue to do since he met you has only made his heart beat stronger for you.
"One twenty ... something," you respond.
Your boyfriend's arms tighten around you, holding you closer as he asks in worry, "You went to bed that late?"
With a small giggle, you reply, "I went to bed like two hours after that."
He makes a sound between a sigh and a laugh, bringing you closer to his chest as he presses a series of kisses to your face.
"Baby, you need to sleep more," he gently scolds you, smiling down at you with that same lovesick smile.
"I know," you whisper back, nuzzling your face into his chest.
Getting a sudden idea, your boyfriend twists around on the couch, laying down across it as he settles you onto his chest.
"How about we play the movie as background noise so you can sleep?" he suggests, running his hand through your hair as you snuggle deeper into his chest.
"Sounds good," you mumble, yawning once more.
He kisses the top of your head, clicking on your favourite movie as his arms encircle your waist, keeping you close.
"I love you," he mutters, nuzzling his face into your hair, smiling at the smell of your shampoo.
God, he was whipped.
"I love you too, sweetheart," you mumble back, closing your eyes as the feeling of your boyfriend's finger running through her hair and the warmth of his embrace lulls you to sleep.
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waves-against-a-cliff · 11 months
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That’s it. Multi-Fandom x You.
Afab reader, scratching, mating press, orgasm.
He’s rutting into you like an animal, grunting and growling as he pistons into you. “F-fuck baby.” He groans as your fingernails run down his back, leaving dark red marks in its wake. The pleasure was blinding, the mixture of lube, slick, cum and the slapping of skin against skin. Your moans echoing off the walls of the room before he grabs your inner knees with his arms.
“O-Oh���” You moan at the way he was suddenly even deeper, your ankles on his shoulders and his head hidden within the crook of your neck. One of his hands trailed down your midsection until it reached your clit and his thumb rubbed in tight circles. “Fuck!” You moaned, trying to buck your hips instinctively but finding no room to do so as he kept fucking you.
“That’s it.” He moaned, feeling you clamp down around him as the coil that had built up with impressive speed within your abdomen snapped. Your head fell back and your back arched as you came with a silent scream, tears on your waterline as his thrusts stuttered and he spilled his hot, thick cum into you.
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erenspussy420 · 2 years
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Morning and Evening 💦
Eyo, MDNI 18+ ONLY
This fic is for anyone really, think of your fictional crush or whatever or hell don’t even put in a name, this was just brainrotting from start to finish. Think of it as a Modern Au I guess as it  is....vaguely. But this is smut, does that REALLY Matter?
FEM INSERT x Male Crush
Warning: THIS HAS ALOT OF MENTION OF CUM, CUM AND I HAVE NO SHAME. Just a horny ass reader, don’t shame me
His hips rocked into you steady with strong thrusts, the bed creaks under you but neither of you care, both too caught up in the pleasures of your fuck session to care about your bed breaking. Your legs spread for him, bra pulled off tossed somewhere along with your skirt and your panties shoved to the side for his cock to plunge into you without mercy. You're panting, moaning for him as your nails claw his back.
"Cum, I want it!... Mmgh, give it to me," you ramble at him, squealing as pulls up up by your thighs, fucking your harder." Please, I want it so much!"
"I'm going to fill you up, until you're leaking it," he kissed you neck, he left so many marks on it," your mine. Mine. Mine and all my cum is yours."
Even if he fills you with all his cum again, it wasn't ever enough for you. The second you feel in you, gushing hot warmth that leaked down your thighs, you keep your hold on his shoulders tightly. You want it in you, but the wanting of feeling the hot cum spurt on your chest made you want more. You want to be covered in it.
But alas, your lover had to leave for work, kissing you goodbye, he tried to clean you up from your rough session but you bat his hands away when he tried. He'll make it up for you, he promised himself. He can hear you in your shared room as he leaves, thinking you were going to shower off his mess.
However, you didn't, not even by a long shot. You wiggle your hips at the mirror, watching as the cum from him leak out of your pussy, you feel your pussy throb and the ache comes back again.
You dip your fingers in and went back to work.
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When he came back home,  he wasn't expecting to see you with your arched back, tits nice and budded being pinched without mercy, with your fingers of your free hand delving into your wet folds over and over again, you're practically fucking your hand. His keys fell out of his hand in shock, eyes watching your fingers dip in and out, in and out with the wet sopping of your wet pussy.
"Ahh ah ah mmmm," your moaning sounded so fucking dirty, you keep snapping your hips trying to fuck your hand harder. He can hear the blood rush in his ears as he takes in the cum, he feels the lump in his throat hard to swallow at the idea of his cum from the morning, dried on your thighs and chest.
His dick felt like it was gonna suffocate.
"Ah you're home goood," you slur, you pull your soaked fingers from your pussy and rub the warm fluids over your abused clit.," come here, please please I want your tongue in me."
"Yes mam," his words tumbled out, and he tried to rip off any clothes he had on. His eyes never left the sinful image of your fingers delving back into your pussy. You flip yourself over, and raise your ass shaking it at him like a bitch in heat. Your hands reached for your lips and spread it for him like a meal.
"Eat me."
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 His tongue played with your clit as his fingers plunged into your pussy over and over again. Your walls are sucking his fingers and clenching him wanting more and more, his knees are beginning to hurt from kneeling on the bed, but he isn't going to give this up for anything. The house can be on fire for all he cares, he just wants to fill you with all the cum you want. He sucks on the bead groaning as he feels your hand grab his hair tightly. You hump his face," Fuck, your tongue..mmm..in me…me now."
The loud noise of a pop and he sucks your clit off one more time before taking his soaked fingers out and replacing it with his tongue. You squeal and with both hands push him in further, trying to his his tongue deeper in you. You feel it lap up your juices eating you so well.
Your words of praise are sloshing together, too lost in the pleasure to say anything coherent for him, but he doesn't mind. With your hands both occupied with his head, his dick is leaking the whole time. He's taking care of it, his boxers shoved down with his wet fingers, coating it with your own fluids and beginning to jack himself as he eats you. Squeezing his cock when your thighs squeeze him. Going faster as you hump him. He feels you sitting up and with your hand letting his head go, he looks up briefly to see you play with your clit. The fucked out look in your face makes his cock shoot out hot cum, coating his hand with it.
You look devastated at the sight of his cum, wasted now in his hands. Before he can say 'sorry' to you, your hand still grabbing his hair pulls his head back.
"Put it in me." 
And back his fingers, sticky with cum, into her pussy. You sigh, before rocking your hips into his fingers again. "Now back to work," you tell him. 
What a beautiful day.
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igotanidea · 1 year
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Goddess : multifandom imagine
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MINORS DNI!
Suggestive content but nothing explicit. Just a touch starved and shy yet craving intimaty f!s/o
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„You’re shaking.” he whispered watching her trembling figure next to him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… “ she mumbled, her gaze focused on the floor, then on the wall, then back on the floor. Anywhere but on him.
“Don’t you now?” he grabbed her chin making her look straight into his eyes “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?”
“I…..” she stuttered not able to form a full sentence.
“Yes?” that knowing smirk on his face was not helpful at all.
“I need you….. I…..I need your touch…..”
“Like this?” he cupped her cheek  gently and brushed a thumb over it. Poor girl immediately closed her eyes, becoming red, her blushing turning him on.
“No…. I mean, yes, but…..”
“Like this….?” he continued, his other hand traveling up her leg, skimming her thigh and resting on her hip, playing with the hem of her shirt. “Tell me…..” he whispered in her ear, making her breath heavy.
“Please……” she whimpered desperately. She wanted more. So much more.
“I need your words, honey. What exactly do you need?”
This was inhumane. He knew precisely how he was affecting her, making her hot, wet and needy. A mess in his arms even if he barely did anything. That bastard was aware of how touch starved and shy with physical intimacy she was and was using it only to his advantage.
“Please…..” she tried again, almost at the verge of tears “please, kiss me….”
“All right, sweetie.” he pulled her closer by the waist, placing that aching for his touch figure in his lap and captured her lips in his, kissing her gently, slowly, passionately, one hand in her hair, the other on the small of her back. Safe and secure in his embrace. So perfect against his chest. So perfect in his loving grip. Genuine smile formed on his face when her hands sneaked up his arms and shoulders and locked on his neck pulling him closer, like he was her air, her anchor, her everything. She was so needy and so afraid to admit it. A sign of troubled past and previous bad relationships. “Do you like it?” he moved to suck on her neck making her moan and arch her back to him.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Please……”
“Don’t worry babygirl. I still got a lot I want to teach you about pleasure.” He carefully changed position, so now she was underneath him. He had no intention of hurting her. Ever. Only showing his love for that blushing beauty who was his. “Just tell me if it’s too much and if you want to stop, all right?”
“Mhm…...” she muttered, her mind consumed by the view of his strong, toned body hovering over hers, moaning when he took off his shirt. All his attention was focused on her as he slowly started to peel her tank top, leaving her bare and exposed to him. “Please…..”
“I love you…..” he panted not able to control himself anymore “Let me please you…..” and with such words he began his mission to worship her and her body.
His goddess.
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dorkszn · 2 months
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dates where you guys just grab takeout and sit under the stairs, eating straight out of the container. moonlight and streets light rays shining on the two of you. the world feels quiet and no one matters but the two of you. your jokes, your laughter, your smiles, your tears, your meal, your kisses. the world drains you both but dates like these bring you back to life.
izuku midoriya, megumi fushiguro, mike schmidt, suguru getou, hobie brown, dabi, tamaki amajiki, robin buckley, mike wheeler, shouta aizawa + all your other favorites <3
dates where the two of you sit in the kitchen, mincing and slicing at vegetables. music softly playing behind the sound of the kitchen and your voices. the loudness of the city sits outside your window but neither of you can hear it. your little home, full of you drinking, sharing kisses, and holding each other close, is the only thing on your minds.
katsuki bakugou, kento nanami, maki zenin, himiko toga, vanessa afton, eddie munson, miguel o’hara, osamu miya, itachi uchiha, tanjiro kamado + all your faves <3
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lumi077 · 7 months
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jealous jealous girls and boys~
You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?
Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.
Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)
A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛
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Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)
It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse. 
Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.
You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him. 
“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.
“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.
“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought. 
You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”
Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.” 
You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”
A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.
Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.
“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.
“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.
Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.
You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”
Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.
“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”
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Astarion (BG3)
The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.
“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many. 
Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.
Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.
Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.
But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.
“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.
“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.
You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved. 
The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”
Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort. 
You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.
The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.” 
Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.
The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.” 
Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.
Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love. 
“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.
“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder
“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”
He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”
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Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)
Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne. 
Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.
While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”
You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”
His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”
You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.
“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia” 
It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.
“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”
You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.” 
He was surprised “You were with child?”
You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.
Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”
“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own. 
The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.
“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.
“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”
“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.
“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.
Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”
You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.
Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”
You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.
You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully. 
“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.
Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.
“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.
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Wanderer (genshin)
Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him. 
So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.
The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.
“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.
Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.
He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.
“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.
“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.
You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”
He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own. 
“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”
“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.
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Leliana (DA; I)
The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.
The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now. 
Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.
“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.
“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.
“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.
You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.
“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison. 
“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.
“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.
With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.
That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”
“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”
His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”
“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”
He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.
“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”
“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.” 
“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”
“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”
You raised a brow “He’s that new?”
“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.
“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.
You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”
She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”
You sighed again as she walked away.
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Loba
It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.
You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember.  He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.
So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.
“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately. 
“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.
New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.” 
High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.
“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.
You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.
Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”
You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”
She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came. 
Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.
“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”
“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.
You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.
“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.
“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.
He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”
You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”
“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.
“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”
And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most. 
You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence. 
Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well. 
So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her. 
Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.
The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.
Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.
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mermaidfanficlibrary · 5 months
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Ophelia's River
Characters: Multifandom. Bungou stray dogs, twisted wonderland, genshin impact, demon slayer, jujutsu kaisen, your faves
Summary: They find you, but only sorrow is held in their hearts
Warnings: Death, suicide, angst
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Neuvillette, Kaeya, Ayato, Diluc, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Xiao, Malleus, Lillia, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Riddle, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Giyuu, Tengen, Tanjiro, Sanemi, Douma, Muzan, Gojo, Geto, Megumi, YOUR FAVES
It was a usual sunny day, birds chirping, and flowers blooming. A scene out of a fairy tale, one might say, but the clouds darkened over the bright horizon. There was a river, a beautiful sight really, surrounded by small flowers and leaves from the trees that floated down. It was quite calming, if it weren’t for the far away thunder from the dark clouds. A seemingly young man, blissfully unaware, walked in the peaceful scene as he admired the beauty
What he didn't notice was what laid in the cold running river. In the river, one with beautiful clear water running through and leaves that acted as little boats, laid a figure in a beautiful gown. They were lifeless and surrounded by gorgeous flowers that were freshly picked, and that lifeless body was you. Your hands were out, as if you took a knife to the chest. The man, your former lover, finally saw what was in the river where the drowning flowers drowned with the love of his life.
He wanted to scream, scream so loud that it shook the trees but he couldn't. His mouth was agape as he stared at his lifeless lover that laid dead in the stream. He wanted to pull you out, and save you but you were beyond saving. He noticed the gorgeous dress that you laid in was one he bought them for an outing. An outing that was going to happen that night, but now it's lost to the ever running river that killed his darling.
Tears streamed down his face, joining in the running river. He fell to his knees at the edge of the river bed, it now a deathbed for his darling love. He didn't want to believe you were dead, denial plagued his heart. He choked back many sobs as he tried to keep his composure in hopes his love would miraculously wake up. But when you didn't, it shattered his heart.
What was holding him back from jumping in that river and drowning by your side? He could have done it, but something kept him stuck to his knees on the riverbed. He let the tears flow as he let go of all his dignity. No one was watching him except your lifeless corpse. He noticed a flower floating his way in the river current.
He gently scooped it out of the cold water, its petals dripping little water droplets on his leg. He gently touched the petals as he was reminded of you. All the memories he held close that involved you were never to be had again. Realization hit him hard as more tears overflowed from his eyes. The flower was from you, and he kept it close to him.
Finally regaining his strength, he pulled you out of the cold water. Your dress was darker as the water soaked it. He placed you gently on the riverbed, brushing back your soaking wet hair from your face. Your eyes were dull and your lips parted slightly. Never were you to smile at him again with those bright and love filled eyes of yours.
There was an odd beauty in your death that he saw. He carried your lifeless body to a place that you both had gone to together. He took extra care to bury a hole deep enough to gently place you within it. He covered your dull eyes, not wanting to see you look at him like that. He threw many beautiful flowers within the hole as they laid on your still body, sticking to your dampened dress.
He covered you in the dirt with great care. Once you and the flowers were buried fully, he walked into town and ordered a tombstone carved with beautiful symbols, your name, and what you were to him. He gathered a small group to hold a sudden service for you, people who knew you and held you close to them but not as close as he did. He placed the tomb at the head of where he buried you, tears falling on the mound that covered your body. From then on, his life held no meaning and no light as he visited you every day, never forgetting to bring flowers with him to sprinkle over your grave.
“I love you my dear Y/n. Even after death and I hope these flowers reach you wherever you may be now.”
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mysteriawrites · 3 months
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LDS boys react to reader leaving them as a prank?!? Or avoiding their touch or kiss?!?
Love and Deepspace Boys react to S/O (jokingly) avoiding their Affection
An: Zayne’s is sus and im not sorry
Xavier:
Is a confused baby
Did he do something wrong?
Why are you avoiding his love :(
He will try to remember if he did anything wrong before outright asking you
And he has such a sad kicked puppy expression on his face
If you don’t tell him right then and there that it was just a prank then you’re a heartless person
He’s confuses but relieved to find out it was just a joke
He’s also a bit pouty about it until you cover his face with kisses
Plz love the baby boy
Zayne:
Is aware of the prank is completely unwillingly to put up with your bs
Will just be like “oh you don’t want a kiss? Aight then peace” and just walk away
Doesn’t indulge you in the slightest
If you relent and tell him you were just joking then he will turn the tables on you and be the one to start avoiding you affection
He may be the more serious one out of the three but he’s not above being a cheeky little shit
He also has a lot of resolve and is lowkey petty so he will keep this up until you literally beg him
Then will proceed to grab you and throw you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom as punishment for your little prank-
Rafayel:
Is aware of the prank but is a little shit about it
Rafayel overall is a little shit but we love him anyway
He will continue to kiss you from different angles until he can sneak a kiss in
If that doesn’t work he will start to tickle and pinch you until you relent
Then he’ll proceed to whine about how you could possibly resist his handsome face
It makes you eye roll but you can’t ignore the proud smirk on his face
If you try to walk away from his gloating ass he will pull you back you will become susceptible to his affection
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rae-writes · 1 year
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“They told me you were a bad guy.”
It’s almost comical- how small being backed up against the wall makes you feel. How the light from the entrance of the alleyway at his back makes him appear so much bigger as he stalks closer and closer until he’s peering down at you, practically nose to nose. 
“Then why aren’t you running away?” 
He’s curious. He really is. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, but it’s not fear. It’s awe. A tiny smile makes its way onto your face, causing him to quirk a brow and try to ignore how possessive you’re making him feel just from looking at him like he’s all you’ll ever want.
“Because you’re really pretty.”
Oh.
“And you’ve just become mine.”
DABI, Tomura, Hawks, CHUUYA, pm!Dazai, GETO, CHOSO, Sukuna, AKAZA, DOUMA, GYUTARO, Kokushibo, Manila+Bonten!Mikey, HANMA, IZANA
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triple-asstro · 2 years
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Welcome to my blog!
Reqs - Open!
fandoms i write for: 2012tmnt, rottmnt, stranger things, who killed markiplier, a heist with markiplier, jacksepticeye egos + iris project, resident evil (re4 remake, re2, re village and biohazard) and in space with markiplier
i love writing, music and making edits, my favourite colours are red and purple, and I use they/them pronouns! my sleep schedule is also wrecked-
tysm for taking the time to read my profile and i can’t wait to read whatever requests you make! love y'all!
MASTERLIST:
ROTTMNT:
rottmnt boys with ticklish reader
rise!leo x kitsune!reader
disaster twins x reader (platonic)
rise!leo x singer!reader
rise!donnie's s/o being jealous of 2012!april
rise!leo x hurt/kidnapped!reader
rottmnt boys with vampire reader
rottmnt boys with an autistic/adhd reader
rottmnt movie angst
rise!leo x fem!reader with his swords
rottmnt boys x soft!reader
rottmnt boys x chubby!reader
rise!donnie being overprotective of gn!reader
rise!raph x cruella!reader (p.1/2)
rottmnt boys x insecure!reader
rise!leo x shy!reader
rottmnt boys x loud noise sensitive!reader
2012 TMNT:
2012!leo x reader - tea-time
2012!raph x fem!reader - gentle giant
salaì chapter one
salaì chapter two
salaì chapter three
salaì chapter four
salaì chapter five
salaì chapter six
salaì chapter seven
salaì chapter eight
salaì chapter nine
salaì chapter ten
salaì chapter eleven
JSE/Markiplier Lore:
damien x reader (for us in every universe)
jse fic promo
potential damien x reader fanfic
Resident Evil:
(smut) the cat and the mouse - you've agreed to a joint mission with Leon Kennedy in a rural village in Spain, you never expected to be involved with a cult. you also never expected your tension to be resolved after a certain chain incident.
(fluff) groceries - Leon uses a new trick to keep track of you during a grocery trip.
(hurt/comfort) dancin' with our hands tied - you and luis serra at a banquet after the spain incident. things get miscomunicated and personal real fast.
(fluff) one step at a time - A TLOU2 AU where you and Leon live on a farm and herd sheep. Domestically.
Thorin's Spring Forge 23/Hobbit Fics:
royal bridges - It's time. Elvanore's arriving at a royal banquet as the new Queen of Erebor and she's been planning a shocking plan for the night.
the tavern - Elvanore travels off to the nearby city of Laketown to have a nice night with some friends. Unfortunately, the night ends with Elvanore getting injured and no one injures the Queen of Erebor without Thorin knowing.
burns and scars - you've hidden your burns ever since Dale had been decimated by Smaug. But during a fight with the Mirkwood elves, your scar gets revealed and Thorin sees this.
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moon-thething · 1 year
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Hello! Welcome to my blog :)
As you can see I am a cringe writer that has nothing else to do but write. So.. I guess when my requests are open you can send in one
But anyway, what I wanted to do with this post is address some ground rules. So, let's get started
Requests: open/closed
♡︎ You are allowed to leave any type of criticism. English is not my first language so there probably will be a lot of spelling mistakes, you may leave a comment to correct me :) just please be nice about it
♥︎ Smut is allowed. Yes, smut is allowed here, but please do keep in mind that I won't be doing really explicit things + I won't be doing any disgusting kinks. You can ask if I'm comfortable with certain things before sending in requests, tht would be greatly appreciated :) (if you are sending in a request please leave in if the reader is afab or amab)
♡︎ Fluff is of course allowed. If you are to leave a fluff request you can suggest any type of love language :)
♥︎ Please thoroughly explain your request. What I mean by this rule is: please don't just say short sentences such as: character x chubby reader. Unless you would like to get headcanons, but if you'd like a oneshot I'd appreciate if you explain your request properly, since I have trouble making up scenarios for oneshot's half of the time
♡︎ Angst is allowed. You can send in any sad type of request. But I do warn you that I'm pretty bad at writing sad scenarios, so request at your own risk
♥︎ Yandere stuff isn't allowed. Yandere characters aren't allowed for many reasons, one of them being it makes me extremely uncomfortable at the topic of yandere stuff
♡︎ All types of readers are allowed. Either it be a male reader, female reader or a reader thats a certain race you can request it :)
♥︎ Shipping is not allowed. It's not that I don't like shipping characters together, it's that some ships can be kind of... weird, so to prevent that from happening I'm not allowing ship requests (unless it's character x reader)
♡︎ Platonic requests are allowed. You can request any type of platonic scenario, maybe a father/mother/parent character x child reader, or just platonic friendship with your comfort character :)
♥︎ Polyamory requests are not allowed. This isn't hate towards the poly community, it's difficult for me to write multiple people in a romantic relationship
♡︎ I will try to write at least 2 to 3 requests a day. This isn't technically a rule but I just wanted to let all of you know, since I can easily get overwhelmed if there are too many requests in my inbox and quickly lose motivation, so please be patient if you send in a request
♥︎ I will be deleting requests that cross any boundaries or if they are sent in when my requests are closed. Again, technically not a rule but just wanted to point that out
♡︎ Named anons are allowed. I don't know how they're called, emoji anons? Either way if you are a named an in just know that I absolutely adore you
♥︎ Multifandom requests are allowed. Yes, you can request maximum of 2 fandom's in to a scenario or HC request, just as long as it isn't too dramatic or too complicated
Okay, those are all if the rules. And as to not bother you to go to my page to see what fandom's I write for, I will be writing them in this post :)
South Park
Now, to get things straight. If you are to request Kyle, Butters or any other child character I will be aging them up to 16 or up, since it's weird for me to write for literal 9 year olds
Steven Universe
Even though I'm not that in to the fandom, and I am ashamed to say that the only form of episodes I have watched were the little videos from TikTok, I will take any request
Stranger things
I am proud to say that I have watched all of the episodes, so if you requests anything specific I probably will be able to understand it :)
Spooky month
I just absolutely adore skid and pump. Also the Hatzgang!!!! Love them to bits
The owl house
Love all of the characters displayed on the show tbh. Just how they're able to get every character to act differently is just amazing to me. My younger self could never
That is all for now, if I do get any requests I will try to make a masterlist. I will repeat, try
But yeah, I will maybe add more fandom's and or rules in the future but for now, stay safe and make sure to take good care of yourself :)
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cartoonfuel · 2 years
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Cookie Dough Ice Cream — Chapter 1
First Post (includes actual writing lol) — Multifandom x Reader/Reverse Harem
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BEFORE YOU READ: I have some explaining to do. 🥴
So my buddy @lou-struck and I created harems for each made up of anime characters from literally aaaaalllll over the board (at random!). For my Ouran High School Host Club fans out there: You may get a kick outta this!
@lou-struck’s harem includes:
Tooru Oikawa - Haikyuu!! (Playing the Perfect/Princely One)
Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (Tsundere)
Shoto Todoroki - My Hero Academia (Strong Silent Type)
Ayato Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers…unfortunately (Badass)
Armin Arlert - Attack on Titan (Best Friend)
Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia (Pervert)
Zenitsu Agatsuma - Demon Slayer (Comedian/Comedic Relief)
Kusuo Saiki - The Disastrous Life of Saiki K (Enemy…I’d be terrified if I were @lou-struck)
Pretty loaded roster, amiright? >:D
Please note that this is purely FOR FUN and nowhere near as detailed as my typical projects. But…it definitely has a lot of personality! 🫠
** Written in active voice second person POV (I usually do not write using active voice).
And uhh…college au was literally the only way to make this work lol
If all that makes sense…then let’s begin Chapter One. Enjoy!
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Cookie Dough Ice Cream — Chapter 1
Word Count: 1K
TW: None
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Every Tuesday after class, you and your best friend Armin go to get ice cream together at the local Baskin-Robbins. You catch up, talk about your week, complain about the people in your social circle. Sure, it’s a little bit toxic, but it’s harmless for the most part.
“The guy won’t leave me alone,” you explain to Armin after shoving a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth. “I don’t know what to do anymore!”
Armin sighs. “You have to stop leading him on.”
“But I swear I’m not!”
“You have to tell him to his face that’s he’s not welcome—no tiptoeing around it.”
“Are you actually Armin in there? Or did a ghost possess you?”
“I’m being serious! This guy’s trouble and you know it and now I’m starting to get concerned.”
You collapse face-first onto the table and sigh. “I know…” You pause. “I mean, he’s just a creep more than anything.”
“A strong attractive creep that everyone seems to like despite the weird aura he gives off.” Armin crosses his arms. “I still can’t get over the time he sniffed the back of your neck.”
“Can we not talk about that please?” You try to hide your blush though fail miserably. Suddenly, your eyes go big. “You think he’s a vampire?!”
“Ayato Sakamaki is not a vampire,” Armin replies, clearly used to the silly conclusions you would often jump to.
“A girl can dream, can’t she?”
“You girls always fantasize about that stuff. I don’t get it.”
“Eh, we may think we like that stuff but it’s probably pretty scary in real life.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?”
“Definitely not, and thank god for that.”
All of a sudden, Armin’s eyes widen for just a moment, peaking your interest. You hesitate to glance over your shoulder and determine what it was that distracted your friend.
“Don’t look now,” he says quietly. “Your boyfriend is here.”
You knew exactly what he meant by that. “Oh? You mean the delusional college volleyball player who misunderstands the undeniable fact that I am not his girlfriend?”
Out of nowhere, a powerful hand clamps down on your shoulder and startles you. “Look who it is! Good to see you! Seems like Baskin-Robbins is the place to be, eh?”
“Unfortunately,” you growl, turning and glaring at the man standing above you.
“Yikes! What’s with the nasty scowl?”
“You’re interrupting my ice cream date, Oikawa.”
Tooru Oikawa. He’s not the worst scum bag on the planet, but definitely one you didn’t want to get involved with. The way girls would drool all over him always bothered you. However, part of you wondered what was actually going on inside that fat head of his as you never shot down the possibility of his arrogant attitude simply being a front.
“Oh, well my sincerest apologies!” He leaned towards you, now resting his hands on the back of your seat. “It won’t happen again, honest! Because next time, it’ll be our own little outing.” The hairs on your arms stood up. “Can’t interrupt a date you’re already on, can you?”
You roll your eyes. “If that’s your way of asking me out—for the sixth time this month—it’s a bit aggressive, don’t you think?”
“Aggressive is the only way I play, honey!” Armin started chuckling. Oikawa turned to look at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Aggressive?” Armin replied. “More like desperate. But I’ll be nice and assume you meant you play aggressively on the court and not in the dating world.”
Oikawa gave you some room to breathe, pulling up a chair next to you and your best friend. “Listen, I could have any girl I want. HOWEVER! I realize how special your friend is.”
Armin shrugged. “Well, you’re not wrong. She is pretty damn special. Which is exactly why you aren’t good enough for her. Don’t you have some lame sport to go play?”
Now it was your turn to notice some idiot wandering into the ice cream shop. This time, it was your mortal enemy: Kusuo Saiki. Realizing he was here, you immediately stood up and got your things together.
“Whoa, everything okay?” Oikawa asked you.
“Nope!” You said in a hurry. “Gotta go. Armin, I’ll fill you in later.”
However, in order to leave the Baskin-Robbins, you’d have to pass by Saiki, currently standing in line for his ice cream. You desperately hoped being fast alone would be enough for him to ignore you.
“Oh,” Saiki said as soon as he saw you. “Just my luck. Thought I’d get to catch a break for once and be able to enjoy Baskin-Robbins’ new coffee jelly flavored ice cream in peace.”
You started to panic. “And you will! I was just on my way out.”
The scariest part was, you knew Kusuo Saiki was a psychic. You were one of the few people who did, and the day you found out his secret was hands down the worst day of his life—and you’re sure he’s had a lot of worst days! That day is probably why he has such a strong distaste towards you. You’re afraid in the future he might internally explode from all the turmoil he deals with on a daily basis and possibly take it out on you.
“Stop acting so terrified, I’m not going to hurt you,” Saiki snapped.
“You could,” you chuckled anxiously. “Really, I was leaving, so I’ll see you around! You don’t need to worry about seeing this ugly mass of bones and muscle! Bye!”
And with that, you darted out of the shop, leaving Saiki to silently pray that you never discover the true reason as to why he passionately hates your guts so much.
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Alright! So that showcases SOME of the fandoms I’m familiar with at least. Bro, I’m scared for MY harem…pretty sure that consisted of Light Yagami (yikes already), Mikey from Tokyo Revengers, Kyo (Fruits Basket), Katsuki Bakugou…yeah, I’m dead.
Anyway, thanks for reading! This was a fun concept to carry out and I look forward to updating it sometime soon.
Oh! And I’ll add this to my welcome post, but it is worth noting I actually am a volleyball coach/player. So any Haikyuu I write…I try to make fairly accurate! ☺️ Again, thanks for reading and see ya later!
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Just some doting and taking care of whatever character you may think of.
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If it wasn’t for the street light seeping through the half veiled window the room would be completely dark.
He could never understand why she insisted on letting it in, even at night.
Most of the people were rather fond of limiting any indication of city life as soon as they get back from the whole day of work, tired and stressed, ready to drop the official clothes, jump into hoodies and sweatpants and get some rest. Nighttime was the moment to cut all the stimuli.
She was different.
When he asked her about it one time, wondering how it was possible that all those reflections and neon signs did not interrupt her sleep she only smiled lightly in response.
“I love looking at them.” She explained “they remind me that even when life seems crazy and fast-paced there’s always a moment to stop and reflect on it. Come here” she reached towards him to bring him closer. “Just look outside” she faced the window and looked at the street below, her eyes glistening, tiniest of smiles lingering on her face “See? So peaceful. So…. beautiful.”
He could not stop himself from wrapping arms around her from behind and pulling her close to his chest and kissing her shoulder with feather light kisses. God, he loved her. Words could never describe the warmth and swelling of his heart whenever she was near, and the longing and aching when she was away. He loved the calmness that came with her presence, the inner sense of belonging that she never failed to bring him.
And now, in the middle of the night she was lying in his arms, holding onto him for dear life, subconsciously searching for him even in her dreams. Tired after spending almost 10 hours at shift at work which was highly demanding of her on so many levels.   
And as usual, her closeness brought him thoughts.
He had his share of traumatic events in the life.
Ones that left him scarred, broken, incomplete.
Afraid.
Touch starved.
Both with body and soul.
For so long, the first thing on his mind when someone tried to get past his barricades was pain, endless pain and suffering.
Impulse to run away.
He craved hugs and embraces and yet could never accept them from anyone.
And then, she came into his life out of nowhere, tearing all his walls down, not even trying, making him addicted.
He shifted slightly to the side to face her sleeping figure. No make –up on, messy hair, a print of pillow on her cheek and a single light ray enlightening her features making her look angelic, innocent, gentle….. She would hate being called like this. It was the side she was trying to hide at work, showing it only to the people close to her. To him.
How did he end up here? With her by his side?
He sighed deeply, consumed by all the emotions.
“Y/N” he muttered quietly, careful not to wake her. Her name just sounded right on his mouth and he absolutely adored the way it rolled of his tongue, sounding like a prayer he could never stop saying.  
“I’m here….” She whispered back, moving closer, aware of the thoughts that started creeping inside his mind “Is it ok if ….?”
“Yes, yes, please….”
Without any further hesitation she embraced him fully, mindful of how emotionally heavy it was for him to be touched. Still. After all this time. It was like memories were carved in his brain, even after all the endless nights spend on love making and exploring each other’s body, caressing, holding him, silently assuring that touch can be loving, not just aimed at causing damage. Trying to replace bad past, to create better associations.
Constant reassurance which she was patiently giving him.
His breath hitched slightly when he felt soft hands reaching his bared chest.
“It’s ok….” She whispered, her fingertips massaging the skin there. “I won’t hurt you. Just tell me what you feel….”
“I feel you.”
“And how’s that?” she insisted with the calmest voice she could produce despite her frantically beating heart.
“I want more of you…. Always…..”
“You have me. I’m not going anywhere.” Now she propped herself on the elbow to look straight at him, her hair falling onto one side, exposing one of her shoulders. “I love you….” She whispered.
“I…..” he stumbled
“It’s ok if you can’t say it.” She assured, caressing his cheek “I understand.”
“I need you…..” he whined, hands finding her waist and gripping tightly, eyes begging for more of her hands on his body, her attention, her affection. He was so selfish for asking her this. She should be resting and not doting on him. He should be her pillar, not the other way round. But at this moment, she was so much stronger than him that he could not help it, but surrender to her love.
“I know.” she laid back down, her head on his chest, hands moving in circles “Sleep, my poor boy. I’ll take care of you……I’ll always take care of you……”
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