#my writing sorry you're forced to follow me which means youre forced to see my content sometimes too mwahhahaha

[melodeebarnes]

"Of course, I noticed"

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It's your first Christmas with the Avengers, and you're nervous. Not everyone is big on the idea of a new teammate. They haven't been very good at remembering to include you. However, someone you least expected remembered.

Notes from Author: This is my first thing to write on here, and first written out fanfic ever. So, not sure how I feel about this. I started writing this at 2AM. So, we'll see.

*No mention of y/n*

It's currently 7:45AM, and you've just finished up wrapping the present you picked out for Wanda. You want to make sure everything is perfect.

It's you're first Christmas living in the compound and what happens today could determine how everyone thinks about you. You may be overreacting a bit...but what if you're not? Either way, your nerves are at their peak.

You take a deep breath, and grab all of the gifts you bought for everyone. You head down to the main living area, which holds the biggest Christmas tree in the compound. You delicately place each present underneath it, next to the other ones.

You follow the aroma of fresh hot coffee into the kitchen. You pass Wanda, who's flipping a pancake, humming to the Christmas music sounding from F.R.I.D.A.Y.

You grab your favorite mug, and quickly turn, eager for the first sip of coffee. Thankfully you got here just in time, as there isn't much left. You pour the rest of the steamy hot goodness into your cup.

You quickly doll in up, a little bit of cream, and a little bit of sugar. Just the way you like it. You take the first sip, and it's perfec-

"You've got to be kidding me." Bucky groans, causing everyone to turn their attention to him. Though, his eyes seem to be on you. "You just HAD to take the last of the coffee?"

Bucky. He's the person you knew you'd have the most trouble with today. He has never been fond of you. You thought he just needed some time to warm up to you, but even after months he still hates you. He made up his mind about you the first day, and won't change it.

"I'm sorry, there wasn't much left." You explain.

He scoffs, "So you think you can just come in here and take it? You have no right to-"

"Hey! What's the rule?" Wanda interrupts, immediately shutting him up. "No arguing on Christmas morning," she reminds.

He huffs out a sigh, glaring at you. "Whatever." He mutters.

"Here, I'll make another pot." Steve offers, being the peacemaker, he is. He looks back at you, giving a friendly smile.

Everyone sits down, eating their breakfast. There's a bit of banter between the group, but you just sit and listen. They're clearly more familiar with each other than they are with you.

They haven't made much effort to get to know you on a personal level, so you chose not to force it.

Tony walks in into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon from the plate. "Alright, now that I'm here we can start the real meaning of the gracious holiday."

You follow behind everyone to the black velvet couches and sit in the in the empty spot on the corner. Natasha passes out everyone's gifts to their recipient.

As you watch each gift get passed out, you notice how few of gifts you have, compared to everyone else. You have two gifts, one from Steve, and one with no name.

"Sorry, we're not used to you being here for Christmas." Bruce shrugs.

"Oh, no. It's fine. I totally understand" You try to hide the disappointment behind a smile, but there's no hiding the sadness' in your eyes. Though, no one cares enough to notice.

You try to brush it off and open the gifts you do have. Inside the gift from Steve is new training gloves. Your old ones were already beginning to wear out, your thankful to have new ones.

"Thank you, Steve."

"My pleaser." He smiles, warmly.

The second gift with no name, is a small box with a poorly tied bow. You sigh at the lack of effort. When you open it, you see a necklace with a diamond incrusted butterfly charm. It's the same one you saw at an antique store you went to when everyone was out shopping on a day off.

You figured no one was paying attention, but clearly someone was. "Wait, who is this from?" You ask, gently holding up the necklace.

Everyone either shrugs, or looks around looking for an answer to the same question.

"Well whoever it was, thank you so much." You're unable to stop smiling. You admire the beauty of the necklace.

A few hours later, you're back up in your room. You decided to leave the celebration early because you felt left out. It just seemed like it'd be best for everyone.

However, the sound of a knock, echos off your door.

"Who is it?" You raise your voice, in order for them to hear you. When there's no answer, you sigh getting up. You slowly open to door, to see Bucky standing on the other side, hands in pockets, and eyes avoiding yours.

"Uhm...may I help you?" You ask, confused.

"I just came to tell you, we're doing our annual Christmas movie night, in case you wanted to join." He mutters, looking off to the side.

"Trust me, no one wants me there."

"That's not tru-" He cuts himself off.

You furrow your brow, "What?" you ask.

"Did you not like the gift?" He asks, now looking at your neck, still bare with no jewelry.

"No, I loved it I just-" you got yourself off, suddenly putting the puzzle pieces together. "Wait, that was from you?" You question, taken aback.

"Uhm..yeah." He mutters.

"Why didn't you put a name on it?" You feel confused. Why would, Bucky, of all people be the one to get you the meaningful gift.

"Well, usually everyone can tell by the wrapping." He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I'm not the best at it, but I swear I try."

"Well, that is what matters." You laugh. "Wait, but how did you know?"

"When we were all out shopping, I saw the way your face lit up when you saw the necklace." He explains. "So, I assumed it'd be the perfect gift for you."

"I can't believe you noticed that."

"Of course, I noticed." He smiles at you for the first time ever.

You can't lie, seeing him smile did abrupt a few stray butterflies in your stomach. "Thank you, it must've cost a fortune."

He shakes his head. "The price isn't what matters. It's the thought that goes into the gift."

"I never thought I'd hear that coming out of your mouth." You laugh.

"Yeah, and if you tell anyone I'm gonna have to kill you." He jokes.

"Can't ruin your big bad wolf reputation, right?"

"Hey, it's white wolf." He corrects.

You put your hands up in defense. "My apologies."

"Wait, so why aren't you wearing the necklace?" He asks.

"I'm not great at putting on necklaces, and I didn't want to break or mess it up." You explain.

He nods in understanding, "Would you like me to help?" He asks.

"Sure, I would love your help." You smile, opening the door wide, inviting him inside.

He hesitantly walks in, immediately spotting the gift sitting in the poorly wrapped box. You smile, delicately taking it out and handing it to him. You turn around, watching him through the mirror.

He uses his flesh hand to gently brushes your hair out of the way, sending shivers down your spine. He brings the beautiful necklace in front of you, and you lift your hair up out while he clasps the chain.

You let your hair fall, but you both stand silently looking in the mirror. Suddenly he ends the silence by clearing his throat.

"It's beautiful, Bucky. Thank you."

"Call me Buck." He smiles, again.

"Really? But I thought you hated me."

"I don't hate you. Sometimes I'm just not great with new recruits, and I don't handle it the proper way." He looks away, embarrassed by the way he's been acting. "And I'm sorry for treating you so poorly these past few months."

"It's okay." You smile.

"Now come on, lets go down for movie night." He begins to walk out.

"But they probably don't want me there." You say.

"If they have anything to say, they'll have to deal with me." He warns. "Between me and you, they're all a little if not extremely scared of me." He laughs.

"Well then, this should be good." You smile, and follow him out.

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n

[fuxuannie]

❥﹒even if i wont remember it, your name will forever be my favorite.

✦. synopsis — dan feng was a man who held your heart in his gentle hands, but now you're forced to accept you'll never see him again, atleast the one you knew.

✦. love mail — 💌 i always come back (lie), im trying once again to coming into writing but i really wanna wanna try again eahueauha

✦. tags — i havent written in 500 years, dan feng x reader, not really a dan heng x reader, mentions of dan feng, xianzhou arc spoilers, minor dan heng backstory spoilers

"What'll it be for tomorrow?"

You smile as you watch Dan Feng make you a flower-crown, sitting across to him as his face is nothing but focused on such a silly task. And though it seemed out of character for him, he did it for you. He'd do anything for you if you asked.

"Can we make a cake?"

You watched him raise a brow, "A cake?" and you nod. "A cake."

He sighs through your soft giggles, ones that could even bring a Vidyadhara's heavy heart at ease. "You do know it is tomorrow, right."

His sentence sounds more like a statement, a matter-of-fact. Which it was.

You simply hoped it hadn't been.

He looks away when he hears you sniffle, his heart aching further when it was followed by dry and bitter laughter. "I know."

"But what's a birthday without a cake, right?"

He shakes his head, smiling softly. "Are you saying it's my birthday tomorrow?"

"It could be, how would you want to look at it?"

There's silence exchanged for a few moments.

"Anything but the day I'm taken away from you."

Those words sting more than you would've thought they should.

You want to beg for him to run, to escape away with you and explore the galaxy you were oh-so curious about. But here you sit, across to him, a crumpling flower crown in his hand as he squeezes it with such intensity. Two of you well aware that his fate is one written within the stars, once he committed the unforgivable act of granting immortality - he knew he was bound to face Sedition.

"Dan Feng.." "Hm?"

If you told him now, would it matter? If you spilled out your heart and your blood for him, would it matter if he wouldn't remember?

You hold your tongue and instead shift over to lean on his shoulder, sighing in what seemed to be disappointment. "It's only a shame we won't do things like this anymore.." And the click of his tongue followed by an 'mhm' means he shares your mutual thoughts.

"But.. I hope by some chance, even if impossible, you'll still turn your head when my name is called."

He cleared his throat, "You see that?"

And in return, you smiled. "Every single time."

When you arrived the moment Jing Yuan called to visit the Scalegore Waterscape, he sees how you refuse to look straight ahead and sighs. "I understand if you're afraid, you don't have to accompany me."

But thinking about all those what ifs, the ideas that clouded your thoughts all those years - you just wanted them to end. You wanted to hear the answer you've longed for, that you feel like you deserve to know. "No, I do."

The General watched as your footsteps picked up the pace, approaching the figure that stands in front of you - so familiar yet unfamiliar. You reached your hand out for his shoulder in a fit of desperation; "Those horns and tail wouldn't have belonged to anyone else,

And yet,

"Dan-"

It doesn't seem right."

You pause when he turns around, his gaze lack of the warmth you've missed for so long. You choke on your own words, "Dan-" You repeat once more, but you know it isn't him. You know that the man that you came all the way for was not the Dan Feng you knew.

"-Heng." He finished for you, his hand putting yours away in a dismissive manner. "I'm sorry but-"

"You're not him."

He notices how your head is hung low, but tears fall towards the ground below, darkening the sand with your pitiful state. "Sorry, I understand." You apologized, but you knew that Dan Feng wouldn't have wanted you to cry like this, at least not over him.

..

"Dan Heng, right?"

When you meet his gaze, he feels oddly.. entranced by you, and though your eyes were tear filled - he found your expression still kind.

"Mine is (name). I hope that I'm able to know you better, past who Dan Feng was."

"You have a wonderful name." Seeing Dan Heng smile so warmly tugs on your heart strings, as it was like staring at Dan Feng all over again - that smile that never left your mind since his Sedition, but you knew it was Dan Heng's smile. No longer his.

No longer who was once yours.

#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr x reader #dan feng x reader #imbibitor lunae x reader

[purinfelix]

back home ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing: joão félix x reader (established relationship) summary: after a solo trip away, you're a little worried about how your boyfriend might react to your return warnings: none, angst if you squint hard enough maybe? w/c: 770

a/n: HELLO IM ALIVEE im sorry for being so ia akjdnsa no excuse i'm just lazy ... but in the mean time i did go on a trip with some friends (which is what inspired me to write this lol) and went to my first in person football match !!! anw hope yall take this as my apology for being so inactive <3333

“It’s only two weeks.” 

That’s what you told your boyfriend months before you had begun planning your solo trip, knowing he was the type to fret over you and whether you were organised enough. You continued repeating this phrase to him leading up to your departure - you had mumbled it into his hair, whispered it into his ear, and even shouted it across rooms when he raised his protests. Whenever he would think a little too hard about how long it would feel for two people who never seemed to spend more than a couple of hours apart. Even so, you appreciated his worrying over you, taking it as a sign of him caring for you. 

But now, two weeks later, as you fidgeted nervously in the backseat of the taxi he had called for you to take home from the airport you found yourself repeating the phrase again, only now to yourself. It felt as though the moment you two had separated, all of Joao’s worrying had found a new home within you, and you had already begun counting down until your reunion. This was only made worse by the fact that it seemed your boyfriend was growing more and more comfortable in his solitude - and ultimately, your absence. It worried you to see this, as much as you could through the frame of your phone screen during each of your nightly facetimes. 

Even now as you stood fumbling with the keys to your shared apartment, you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying. What if he had come to enjoy his ‘alone time’, and took it as a sign to distance himself? What if this distancing led to him spending time away from you, or even worse - a breakup? As your mind wandered to the worst-case scenario, you pushed open the door with trembling hands. 

A tuft of brown hair peeking out from above the couch cushions let you know your boyfriend was home. Your many bags slipped off your arms and fell to a heap on the floor with a soft thump, the sound alerting Joao. 

You braced yourself, ready for a scowling expression or even one that was completely vacant. Ready for him to scoff, stand up and walk out of the room, disinterested at your return. Or for him to begin telling you about how he had already begun moving out, and how maybe this time apart had done you both some good. 

“Oh, thank god.” 

His voice was soft, fragile almost, as it broke the silence between you two, followed shortly by the padding of his feet as he rushed over to you. His body crashed into yours, sheer force sending you a couple of steps backwards and any worries that plagued your mind far, far away. If it wasn’t for how tightly he was holding you, hands digging into your shoulders, you were sure you would’ve fallen over. 

You struggled to muster up more worrying thoughts, overwhelmed by the warmth of his body pressed up against yours, the feeling of his embrace. You let out a deep sigh, not of fatigue or frustration but pure relief, feeling yourself melt into his touch. 

“I missed you,” he muttered, face pressed into your hair as if he was afraid letting you go might cause another two weeks apart. 

“I missed you too,” you heard yourself admit, words muffled against his chest. But he still understood you, which he made clear by squeezing you even tighter. 

It felt like forever before you broke apart, but still not enough as Joao continued to press gentle kisses to your temple, lingering with each one as if trying to show you just how much he had missed you. Finally, he brushed past you to shut the door and pick your several bags off the floor - bags which had required much effort for you to haul around but he managed to pick up with much ease. 

“Welcome home,” you can hear the smile in his voice, even though he’s faced away from you as he begins to walk to your shared bedroom. You watch him disappear around a corner, and he begins telling you about how his plans to surprise you at the airport with a bunch of flowers were ruined by training running overtime. You’re still in the doorway, a little dizzy - from jetlag, from a lack of sleep and proper food, from how hard he squeezed you in that hug. Even so, you feel a smile tug at your own lips because even though it was ‘only’ two weeks, you couldn’t be more glad to be back home. 

#joao felix #fc barcelona #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix fanfic #joao felix fluff #joao felix oneshot #football fanfic #football #oneshot #purinfelix #jet writes ★

[livin4mybabes]

I'm sick of it | jude bellingham

request: yes / can you write one about bellingham where they argue all the time and she’s so exhausted about that so she cries and he confort her please? summary: You and Jude are tired of arguing all the time, but he realises he's been a jerk so he tries to sort things out with you. pairing: jude bellingham x reader warnings: angst, fluff words count: 1.4 k author's note: kinda short but i hope you like it! just to let you know again, english is not my first language so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me—

The last few weeks have been rough for you, Jude and indeed for your relationship.

It hasn't been the best because of some small or silly reasons —for you it’s not that silly, but for Jude it is— you end up fighting, even over things that aren't even worth to fight about.

One of those many arguments was over the fact that he was hanging out lately with his friends and it wasn't that it annoyed you at first because of course, he has every right to do so, but you barely saw him at night when he came home just for dinner or to sleep.

You were upset because he wasn't able to spend time with you, he was always out.

"Jude, you're never here, you never spend time with me. I don't even know when you're going out". You told him in annoyance, you were tired of the same old thing.

"Damn, you are so needy. I just want some time off..."

" I can't believe it Jude, I'm not asking you to be with me all the time, I'm just asking us to spend time together like we used to. Watch movies, go out to dinner, but clearly I don't see that you're interested. That's it, honestly, I'm sick of it."

“Yeah, and so I am and I think I want to stay away from you”

“Oh, so now you don't want me around anymore?”

"Come on, I didn't say that”.

"Jude, you just said that. You know I love you, I left my family, I left my friends, I left college to come here with you. You don't know how lonely I feel sometimes, I try to distract myself with online classes, even going out with the girls but I also want to be with you, I want us to go back to the way we used to be" You say with tears.

"I didn't force you to come here" You couldn't believe what he had said, it was hurting you to hear him say that.

"You know what? Forget it, I don't want to argue anymore and say something I didn't mean and might regret it". You said as you walked out of your room and into the living room.

This fight all led to the silent treatment, which has been the worst thing and a nightmare for both of you because you are both so proud. But certainly, you had reason to be angry after everything Jude said to you. You know that you can't escape conflict and that there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. However, you and Jude were an imperfect couple that fit together perfectly, he treats you great and you know that from time to time, you might disagree on some things, but it never escalated to a major level, you always fixed it very quickly.

You used to wait a few days to calm down and talk about the problem so that you could try to figure out what the matter was and how you could fix it. Despite the fight, Jude still tucks you in bed when you sleep and you cook breakfast in the morning for both of you, maybe you don't show your love with words but with actions.

From Jude's point of view, it had been hard for him to understand that somehow you were right and he was acting selfishly. While he hadn't spoken to you, it was to give you time, because he knows you needed it after that big fight you had. And he is also certainly tired of fighting with you, so this time he wanted to fix things, fix what he said and knew he shouldn't have acted, he was sorry because yes, you had left many things in your country to follow him because he had asked you to, he was sure that he wanted and in fact, he wants to continue enjoying achievements and defeats with you by his side.

Days after the fight, Jude arrived at your shared flat after training ready to fix the situation because he doesn't want to lose you. As he walks in, the first thing he does is head to the living room to see if you were there like you usually are watching a TV show or even a movie, however, you're not there which makes him frown.

He heads to the small office thinking maybe you're in some online class but no, you're not there either. He quickly goes to the door of your room and he hears you sobbing, so he enters the room to find you under the blanket and he could see your body moving because of your crying.

When you heard that he had entered the room, you tried to stop crying, but you were still sobbing a little.

"Baby..." you heard Jude coming closer.

"Hey, are you okay? Please don't cry, I don't like seeing or hearing you cry." Those words instead of calming you down, made you cry even more.

"Go away." You said between cries and hiding more under the blanket.

""Baby, please, let's talk. I want us to work out whatever it is that's going on with us." You felt the mattress sink next to you.

Jude seeing that you weren't responding, decided to start talking.

"Well, I apologize for how I have been acting and everything I said, because I really understand that I acted like a dick to you when you didn't deserve it after everything you have done for me and I want you to know that I am very grateful to you. I think sometimes a discussion is necessary to understand each other and to make sure that we are communicating well, that we are expressing how we feel and I didn't take that into account in our last discussion and I'm sorry for that.

I want us to understand each other, because that's what it's all about, we are in a relationship where we have to grow and learn. And I know that relationships are not easy, but it needs some work on both sides, so I assure you that I will do my best".

By that time, you had stopped crying.

"Jude... I'm sorry too, because I know we've been arguing about silly things that I sometimes start, but I'm really hurt by what you said, but I want to fix this too. We should have the confidence to say what bothers us or what we disagree with without fighting. Like you said, that's what a relationship is all about: teamwork.

We have to do everything we can so that this argument doesn't happen again and of course, fix and talk about what's wrong, just like you, I will also do my part to avoid having fights. I love you and I missed you baby" You told him while hugging him and hiding your face in his neck, you immediately smelled his perfume which calmed you down, it gave you peace.

"I love you too" he kissed you on the head and you felt him smile. "What do you say tonight we go out to dinner at that restaurant you love so much?"

"When we get home we can watch a movie." You murmured into his neck.

"Or maybe something else to make up, you know" He told you as he smiled cheekily.

"Judeeee." You gave him a little punch on his abdomen.

"Babe, we have to recover lost time because you don't know how much I missed you, not kissing you, not hugging you, not touching you and I think there's no better way to recover lost time than making love" He said to you as he turned you around so he was on top of you and started kissing your neck.

"Jude..." You said as you moaned softly.

"I love you baby, you really are the best thing that ever happened to me." He said as he looked into your eyes.

"You made me go from emotional to horny, I hate you." You told him as you pouted.

"You know you love me, but well, you better take a shower, we have a dinner". With that you got up to head to the bathroom and felt a slap.

"Bellingham, stop or I'll get mad again."

"Don't act like you don't like it, I know you missed it just as much as I missed you and your ass" He said as he laughed and you closed your door to your bathroom.

He was impossible, but you loved him like that and you were happy you could fix things.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham oneshot #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham blurbs #football blurb #football imagines #football imagine

[immoral-loser]

Don't Move {Sheriff Eric Newlon x f!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: Sheriff Newlon has you cockwarm him in his office, but you just can't seem to sit still.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, cockwarming, p in v penetration, degradation, slight spanking, dom!eric, sub!reader,

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"Shh baby, you wouldn't want anyone to hear what you're doing right now, would you?" He whispers as he holds your hips down in a tight grip.

Your arms encircle his neck as you whimper, trying to stifle your moans as his length throbs inside you.

"Eric," you whine, "Please." He smirks as you attempt to grind your hips down, seeking some relief. Rough fingers dig into your hips, preventing your efforts.

"Don't move." He commands in a low growl by your ear, "This paperwork needs to be done today, sweetheart. Once it's done, I'll give you what you need."

This man was going to be the death of you. He was the one who called you, begging you to come join him on his lunch break, saying he needed to see your pretty face to get him through the rest of his day. It's his fault you're in this situation, yet he has the nerve to tell you to wait. Maybe if you readjusted yourself on his lap, you could relieve yourself a little.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Stay still." He demands, squeezing your hip before letting go and picking up his pen.

As he writes down the information of his latest crime-stopping achievement, you lay your head on his shoulder and try to focus on anything but his thick cock inside of you. His breath. Focus on his breath. His steady breath which doesn't falter whenever your walls squeeze around him, unlike yours. How does he do it? How can he be so calm? You want to see him break. Want him to be a wreck just like you are right now. But he told you not to move, to stay still. If you do anything to defy him, god knows what he'd do.

As your mind begins to wander to what his punishment would be for you, your hips automatically rolled into his.

The pen in his hand drops onto his desk, and you know you've made a mistake.

He leans back into his chair, sighing as he runs his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." You say, trying to lessen his frustration.

"Didn't mean to? That's hard for me to believe, sweetheart, considering it's not the first or second time you've done that." He chastised.

"I really didn't-"

"I gave you one simple instruction. Do not move. And you couldn't do that." He continues, "You want to be fucked so bad - fine."

His hand swipes at his desk, scattering everything across the floor. He picks you up, his cock falling out of you as he turns you around and pushes you down face-first on his desk. He kicks your legs further apart and forces himself back inside.

"This what you wanted so badly, baby?" He asks as he starts to roughly thrust into you. You know he wants an answer but all you can manage is a small moan. After a second, you feel his palm connect with your backside harshly.

"Use your words, sweetheart," He tells you as his hand strikes you again.

"Yes!" You cry out, as the stinging sensation begins to fade.

"Yes, what?" He sternly says, not letting it go until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

"Yes, this is what I wanted, Sheriff!" You reply, giving into him completely.

"Good girl."

He collects your hands and holds them behind your back as his other hand holds your waist, pushing you further into the desk. His cock drives deep inside you, forcing several cries from your mouth. He groans out as your pussy tightens around him, getting closer and closer to the edge. He begins to pull you back to meet his thrusts, somehow pushing even deeper into you. The pleasure becomes too much, your eyes rolling back as an orgasm takes over.

His thrusts slow down before coming to a halt.

"Oh sweetheart," He says with false sympathy, "Surely that's not all you can take." He pulls out and rolls you over so that you are on your back. As you look up at him, you realise just how perfect this man is. With his dark silver hair, those piercing eyes that make you feel like a deer caught in headlights, and that thick cock which is currently covered in your first orgasm. Whilst admiring him, he begins to line up his dick again and quickly bottoms out before you can protest.

He grabs your thighs and hammers into you. Your moans slip out and you're unable to stop them as he fucks harshly into you.

"Such a fucking whore for me, aren't you sweetheart? Making me take you right here in my office where anyone could walk in. I should take you outside and let everyone see how much of a cockslut you are." He growls out, his grip tightening on your hips, sure to leave marks. Your walls tighten as the words leave his mouth, the thought of him forcing others to watch as he fucks you until you can no longer walk turning you on even more.

"You like that?" He asks, "You want me to show them that you're nothing but a hole for me to fuck whenever I want? Want them to see how pathetic you are as I fuck this tight pussy?" His movements become sloppier, seeking his own release. A hand leaves your hip and travels up your chest to then rest on your neck lightly, the other going down to draw circles on your clit. A tear slips from your eye as you approach your second orgasm.

"Come on baby, give me another one." He says as he puts more pressure on your throat and clit.

You can only breathe in short breaths, your hands coming up to hold his own that lays around your neck. "Fuck, Sheriff, need it." You plead as he thrusts into you one last time before you explode with pleasure. Your pussy clamps down on him and sends him over the edge, coming inside you in hot spurts.

He removes his hand from your neck and pulls out of you completely, finally allowing you to catch your breath.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he pulls out his phone and before you can comprehend what he's doing, a flash goes off. You raise yourself up on your elbows but are quickly pushed back down.

"No. Stay there until I tell you that you can move." He tells you, as he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

And so you do.

You lay on his desk with his cum leaking out of you as he goes around the room collecting everything he threw on the floor. He lays it all out around you until everything is back where it belongs. Then he picks up his pen and starts with his paperwork once more.

"Eric?" You speak quietly.

He looks at you, placing his hand on your cheek, "Yes sweetheart?"

"Can I get up now?"

"No, I'm not done with you yet." He replies nonchalantly, and he begins to write again.

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[bau-drabbles]

best friends

a/n: this is my first fic in this fandom so i apologise if it seems a little out of character and incredibly rushed in the chapter but i just wanted to write a lil cute moment for spencer :)

i hope you enjoy and requests are open if you'd like to send something! 🤍

"This is so incredibly frustrating" Spencer muttered to Morgan who wrinkled his nose at he smelt the perfumes on the counter tops.

"C'mon genius there must be something here she likes. She's your mom, it should be easy" Morgan sighed and continued to prod the bottles while the Doc rubbed his forehead to ease some tension.

These headaches of his came in far more frequently and pained more then he cared to say. But his thoughts were interrupted by a ringtone and he looked at Derek who glanced down at his phone. He looked relieved to see it, hiding his micro expression from the other quickly.

But Spencer knew, he always did

"Ah I'll be back, give me a few minutes" He had already made his escape, eager to answer the call.

"Morgan... " Spencer rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the perfumes. They were all heavy on his nose and the workers were looking at him, expecting him to pay already. He had been way too long for someone browsing for an item.

The lights were harsh on his eyes and he sighed again in frustration, rubbing his temple. He walked forwards to a different counter, stumbling as his foot hit a bag.

"Sorry I-" He looked in front and there you were, stepping a few steps back to create some distance. So many words he wanted to say but not a single one passed his lips. That was until he glanced down and realised he probably tripped your bag.

You looked at him finally, your brows furrowed at the intrusion but it went slightly when you see the curly haired man stuttering an apology to you. You thought that was that and you turn away but he lingers a little longer than most would, internally debating with himself to say the next following words.

"Can I help you?" You tilt your head slightly, ready to guide him to someone else. Setting down the perfume in your hand, your eyes glance upon his. He seems desperate either to buy the gift or to get of the store, you didn't know.

"Um, I apologise but... you.... you're a woman right?" He sets down the perfumes in his hands and you nod, shrugging your bag on your shoulder

"10/10 observation" By the looks of his unruly curls and the stress lines on his forehead, you conclude he's present shopping for someone clearly rather important to him. It was sweet in a way. He cared so much about them.

"Do you need help?" You perk your eyebrow in curiosity, looking at the staff members that were all around.

"Sorry, I just... I know this sounds incredibly pathetic but it's my mothers birthday. And I have no idea what to get her. I don't suppose- I mean you're probably busy-" Spencer rambled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. He had anticipated your rejection and he wanted nothing more than the ground to swallow him whole.

"So are you asking for my advice?" You clarified, chuckling a little. You see the look of relief that washes over his features.

"It's just that you seem like a well dressed woman and I need an honest opinion. Of course if you have places to be-" "No I can spare a few minutes, what does she like?" You don't particularly know why you help him, considering that you were also in a slight rush and needed to leave. But something about this man planted your feet in front of him, something about him you didn't know, forced you to stay.

"Roses, I think? But then there are so many that smells like flowers" He looked aghast at the perfumes bottles, his brain unable to comprehend which would be the better candidate for his mom.

"Well the one you're holding is more of a day perfume. Is there a reason why you're getting her a perfume, has she asked for it?" You inquired and he helplessly shrugged his shoulders a little. Blushing ever so slightly he rambled a little embarrassed by his lack of knowledge.

"No? Just women.... like perfume right?" Spencer awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, glancing to the floor in shame.

"Is it obvious I'm hopelessly pathetic?" He murmured, toying with the lid. He dares to make eye contact with you and you stare at him, giving a reassuring look.

"You want me to be honest?" "Slightly regretting it now"

"Most women at her age have a signature scent. Perhaps get her something like a scarf or a bag, something she can adorn alongside her own style?" You suggested, gesturing to the side. He didn't actually expect honesty that was actually beneficial let alone something he would actually consider and use.

"Thank you, that's really helpful" Spencer smiled and he turned his head towards the aisle, his lips dropping slightly as he saw the overwhelming amount of accessories.

You could've made your escape but yet you found yourself standing to his side, speaking once more.

"Do..... you need help picking out something?" "Please"

•••

"So the red or the brown?" "The red, it's beautiful" The silken scarf shone under the spotlight in the store and he gives you a thankful grin, quickly paying for his item. You turned to grab your bag as he comes back to you

"I just want to say thank you so much for taking time to save me from my own incompetence. I really appreciated it" He smiled softly and you felt your heart aching a little. The amount of time you spent with this man was so short and yet it felt like hours and hours, like you already knew him somehow.

"You're welcome...." You trail off just now remembering you hadn't caught his name and he sticks his palm out for you to shake. How easy he was to capture in a conversation, so interesting and yet you felt like there was so much more depth to him then he let on.

"Spencer" He speaks gently, your fingers graze his as he holds your hand. Such a common greeting yet it felt intimate to you. It felt personal, it felt right.

"Y/N. And you're welcome, it was lovely meeting you. I do hope your mom enjoys the gift" Your heart already hurts leaving him but you barely even know him so you turn away, knowing this interaction was going to stay for a while.

"W-wait..." He touches your shoulder and you turn around, the feeling of butterflies invading your body as he retracts his hand.

"Forgive the forwardness but perhaps you'd like to go out for some coffee? That is, if you're not busy. Of course if you are I-" You interrupt his rambling, unable to hide the small giggle that escapes your lips.

"Lead the way" Your lips tilted in a beautiful smile as his replicates its own, a warm feeling invading your body. Whatever this was, you looked forward to knowing. To experiencing.

To loving

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

[marauders-peace]

Dating?

Summary: "You know, who has you as friend doesn't need any enemies."

Pairing: Sirius black x hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: past toxic friendship, past toxic relationship (not with the reader), insecurities, self conscious , fake dating, This takes place after the game. In the next part I will write what happened before this. Wc: 0.9k(this is short i am sorry 😭

Masterlist

Prologue - - - Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The atmosphere in the room was calm. After everything that had already happened today, I was incredibly excited about what Sirius wanted to show me. Maybe, just maybe, he actually liked me after all.

"Whisky, how are you?"

The voice was eerily calm, almost serene. Her eyes didn't look at me the way they used to. They didn't scrutinize me anymore. She stood before me with a drink in her hand, which she probably had to get for herself for the first time.

"I'm doing well, Seraph."

She smiled. Her face was relaxed, and it was actually quite nice. But I could see that it didn't reach her eyes. That's how she looked at the teachers when she had to talk her way out of something.

"I believe you. I'm still quite amazed by you, I admit it." She chuckled softly.

"I never expected that from you."

It was almost as if I heard Sirius' voice. As if I heard him saying to me as he did earlier today: Don't listen to them.

Why couldn't I just do that?

"What do you mean?"

The smile that followed sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Your little charade with Sirius."

.

Now, everything was over.

~~~

"Hey are you ready to be blown away?!" Sirius smile was shining brightly but I couldn't look him in the eyes. It was to much. I almost forgot... How this overwhelming guilt felt.

His hand reached out for mine but it all felt so wrong... So played.

"Sirius-"

"I promise you, you will absolutely love it! My friends helped me, even though Remus was complaining... But it was all worth it!"

I regretted every single decision I made, as I saw his smile fell as i pulled my hand away.

The silence was overwhelming and the pressure his gaze held unbearable. He took a step back and only then I realized how close he was before.

"Is... Something wrong?"

I couldn't quite place the feeling I was feeling. Guilt could try to describe it but it was much worse.

"I.. Was just thinking and I thought that maybe..."

He almost took a step to come closer but he kept his distance as he watched me stutter.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What?! No, no you didn't do anything wrong! I was just thinking that maybe we should stop with this fake dating stuff..."

Silence.

I heard the little screams from the party. I heard the exciting bubbling of the lake. I heard the drunk singing from the common room.

And still.

It was still so damn quiet.

Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you just standing there? Why do you keep this distance to me? Why-

"What did this snake say to you?"

His voice was sharp nothing compared to his excited voice before.

"What-?"

Now he took a step towards me and for the first time of this whole act, of this week he was intimidating.

"What in the GODDAMM HELL did she say to you this time?! Did she say of how bad of a boyfriend I was? Did she talk about the times I didn't give her my full attention? Did she talk about how all of this is just an act for me to make her jealous?"

"I- what are you saying?"

He held me in my place and almost stared me down.

"Y/n, be honest with me, okay?"

I couldn't say no to those eyes. I nodded slowly almost frightened if I didn't.

"Seraph talked to you, didn't she?"

You're a horrible liar, you know?

"Why do you think that?"

He chuckled and his grip became more stiff. Why was this so scary? Why was he so scary?

"Do you think I am dumb?" Sirius eyes were cold. They reminded me of the evening my hair lost it's natural color. How he stared seraph down.

"I know the girl I dated. She wasn't just your friend, you know, I was in a RELATIONSHIP with this little devil!" He was almost forcing me to look at him.

"I know her smile when she wants something from me. I know the face she makes when she isn't satisfied with the people around her. And I know how she thinks she is in power of everyone. She likes to mess with others especially for revenge."

"But that's not-"

"And I know the girl I am dating right now."

Dating?

"Do you really think I don't know you? I know how you act when you want something but you are scared to ask. I know when you think you don't deserve to be with anyone around you. And I know how you shut everything down, when you are with seraph.

I have seen that for YEARS. "

"Sirius, you know me for like a week! You don't know..."

"I HAVE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS, GODDAMMIT!"

I didn't know what to say so I just shut my mouth. His grip on my loosened. He laughed bitterly.

"Do you really think I never remembered you beside Seraph? We talked lots of times, hell we even had to work in a transformation project together!"

"I didn't think you would..." Remember that.

"Tell me, darling..."

He let me go and looked me in my eyes. And I saw something glittering in those eyes.

"Why do you believe her words more than my actions?"

She didn't even see the pile of roses that were hiding behind the boy with the black hair.

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[hanlimz]

synopsis: jungwon loves you, in sickness and in health. pairing: jungwon x gn!reader genre/warnings: pure fluff, However .. reader is in the bath .. clothing is left ambiguous, but 1) this is in no way by Any means sexual and 2) i did write this scene w them wearing a bathing suit in mind (i just didn't write it explicitly bc it was awkward to work around) word count: 1.3k (me when i'm so normal and chill and cool and normal) a/n: this is for @nyxvrse bc hopefully soft won sickfic will make being Actually sick a little bit easier :,,((&lt;33 (it's also partially for me bc midterms r almost over n im Emotional)

[7:07PM] jungwon thinks there's an innate beauty in not being able to reach one's own back; to him, it reinforces the indubitable nature of being human—weakness, fragility, the ability to be torn apart and put back together by the existence you thrive in, but are inevitably doomed to. paradox after paradox, he sits and combs through one after another like he always does to your hair after you arrive home from a stressful day at work. jungwon loves the feeling of your head in his lap; its soft weight grounds him in reality, and it floods him with a strange sense of gratitude—inexplicable, all-consuming, tender.

"won," you manage to croak out through all of the mucus that has collected in your throat, "i feel so gross. my head hurts, and i'm sweating—and, my snot is all over your sweater, and i'm so sorry ..." your tears begin to breach the cotton material of his hoodie as you burrow further into his stomach, and jungwon finds himself physically fighting the urge to giggle at the sincere apology. he appreciates the way in which you've made a home for the two of you inside your heart; jungwon feels the warmth of your love like a plush blanket being tugged up to his chin on a cold winter's night.

he thumbs at your ear and almost flinches at the sheer heat that radiates from your body. "you don't have to apologize, [y/n] ... i just wish i could make it go away," jungwon hums, attempting to coax you out of your hiding place. "i know how you hate being sick ... i could make you some ramen, or i could run you a bath—if you want."

you pull away from him with a feeble smile, and he has to force down another bout of laughter because good god—jungwon is nothing if not a fool for you. the sight of your puffy, bloodshot eyes is enough to send him into cardiac arrest. there's a prominent indentation of the fabric of his jeans present on the side of your face and a matching patch of drool on his thigh that he notices when you glance up at him. your expression is glassy and faraway, and he resists the calling to snap a picture of you and set it as his new homescreen. jungwon thinks you look as gorgeous as ever. he thinks you look human, even if you don't feel it at the moment, and that is beautiful.

"bath would b'nice, won," you reply, "think i wan' to lay on the tile ... c'n you bring me to the bathroom?"

jungwon nods while helping you onto his back, and he begins to meander through his own thoughts once again. they all come back to you, but he doesn't mind; jungwon would choose to think about you forever if that were possible. he sees you in the fluid dance of cirrus clouds above his head, he feels you when the rays of the sun shine on the apples of his cheeks, and he hears you in the stillness of night. the smell of vanilla and citrus always seems to follow close behind you, and he realizes just how much he's begun to associate his existence with yours. jungwon is full when you're with him.

the two of you reach your destination, and he sets you down on the porcelain, white tiles, watching as you visibly relax as they cool down your skin. jungwon reaches to turn on the water, making sure to keep the temperature moderate as to not aggravate the illness holding you hostage even further. outstretching an arm, he brushes his knuckles from your temple to your jaw and begins to hum an old folktune.

it's one that you recognize from your childhood, and the fog that clouds your brain manages to transport you back in time. the grass outside of your grandmother's house seems to be a more vibrant green, the continuous hum of cicadas is transformed into a delightful melody as opposed to their usual drone, and jungwon is there. one moment, he's chatting with your mother while helping her weed the garden and making her laugh. the next, he's pouring your grandmother a glass of fresh lemonade with one of the brightest smiles you've ever seen. your grandma loves him, your mom loves him, you love him—

after a firm squeeze of your shoulder, jungwon catches the subtle fluttering of your eyelids; he welcomes you back into the land of the living with that same blinding grin you had seen mere seconds ago. "bath's ready, sweetheart," he says, helping you to your feet. "i can go make some tea for after—"

"no," your denial is resolute, and it makes jungwon's body go rigid. "stay—stay with me, please."

jungwon's heart bursts in his chest; the resounding pop of every single blood vessel is deafening, and the only thing that stops him from floating away into the abyssal darkness of the cosmos is the feeling of his sleeve trapped in your fist. he chooses to reply with a simple: "anything you want," because anything more would've resulted in the loss of his dignity. no words are exchanged as you begin to undress; the quietude is soft and comforting as though it's welcoming you back from a long, tiring journey. it envelops the both of you in an embrace that neutralizes any negativity threatening to seep through from the earlier happenings of the day. jungwon, though so accustomed to planning things ten steps ahead, thinks it's nice to live in the present with you.

"won ... you added bubbles?" your voice wobbles as you ask your question.

he laughs—free and open, this time, "i just thought you'd like them."

"thank you," you respond, voice heavy with emotion.

jungwon shakes his head and motions for you to step into the water; he holds his breath as you settle against the wall of the tub and relish in the way the warmth seems to soothe the ache in your bones. soon after, however, he cranes over the mountain of foam you've collected and grabs the huge bottle of strawberry body wash the two of you share; its sweet aroma permeates the air as he squeezes some into his hands to create a thick lather. with a cautious touch, jungwon rubs the soap into your skin; he traces over the expanse of your shoulders with the utmost care, almost as if he were trying to memorize all the tendons connecting each muscle to its respective bone. and, jungwon is, if he's being truthful; he wants to know every part of you like the back of his hand.

"lean forward for me?" he coos, giving you a gentle push with the tips of his fingers.

like a marionette wooed by its strings, you find yourself hanging onto jungwon's every word. his voice is barely above a whisper, and the mere conceptualization of this sacred togetherness has the color returning to your skin. as jungwon's hands massage the tension from your back muscles, tears well up behind your eyes once more. "thank you for taking such good care of me, won," your voice cracks, and you sniffle while trying to will away the impending cough making its way up your throat. "you love me so well ... makes me feel complete."

jungwon's breath hitches before he chuckles and presses his lips to the top of your head. words always seem to fail him in moments like these; his mind—thoroughly beguiled by you—is unable to conjure up any semblance of a coherent reply. but, in all honesty, jungwon isn't even sure an hour long speech in front of every living being in the world would suffice when it comes to expressing his the pure adoration he has for you. he wants to scream out; he wants to thank the universe and expound upon how grateful he is to have found the person he can be human with, but he chooses to remain silent.

for however long you let him, jungwon will continue to wash your back.

and, when the time comes, he knows you will wash his.

that is more than enough.

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[l0ves1ckf0ol]

NOT SO BAD | xavier thorpe x gn!reader

"rita wouldn't be wrong though."

this was requested by anon, but i accidentally posted it by accident ( a draft) but then i took down the post to write a new one (aka this one) enjoy (also theres some mentions of death so.)

"hey freak!" before xavier could even turn around and see who it was, he got shoved down to the brick floor, he would have tasted dirt if he didn't close his mouth. he sighed, standing up to look back at the jericho goons, "you think you could storm your way here? in our own homes? you're the one who makes drawings come to life right?" they flood xavier's head with taunting questions that he didn't even get to answer.

it was the dreaded day of the festival. he had a lot of stuff going on in his head, and he certainly did not want to have his fun with these normies. defeated, he continues to walk away, not wanting to deal with them right now. they kept on chasing him though, until he stops next to a certain someone.

"look will you guys just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, you won't even be eating real food right now if it weren't for our principal funding your stupid charities to a town that can't even appreciate the minority." xavier spat, fed up the dudes just looked stunned, he thought he'd shut them up but it wasn't quite the case. xavier turns around to see a normie, in which was glaring dread into their souls.

"scram." that they did.

once they scrambled away, xavier only stared at the person. they look towards xavier and sighed, "sorry. the welcome comittee isn't as welcoming as it is intended." they apologized. xavier hummed, as his eyes landed on the tray of bread samples you were selling by a bakery.

"hey, can i have one? long day." he asks and they nodded in response. he takes a piece of cheese bread and began to eat.

xavier begins to wonder why he hasn't seen you, in the previous trips to jericho. "you new here?" he asked "ancestors lived here for years, i just went insane and managed to run away. and by insane i meant that an outcast friend of mine was killed." you told him, xavier sighed "did you kill that friend?"

you laughed hysterically, he then grew concerned of your behavior. "no, no, i didn't. someone killed her, no one in this town would just admit it. it's kept on the down low since then." you replied gravely. "when was this?" he questions you, you could sense his own curiosity "she didn't even make it until school starts to actually go to your school, she stayed at home mostly, it was around june when she got killed."

xavier hummed, never hearing of such a thing. it really was well hidden, if not, the normie was lying.

"your name?" xavier looked at them and forced a smile "xavier." you nodded, "y/n."

"i'm visiting her later, well by later i mean 30 minutes from now, my shift ends from there. wanna meet up there?" xavier scoffed, "typical setting to beat an outcast up, huh?" you rolled your eyes, "look mr. trust issues, i know you're on edge and shit and it's more than fine if you wouldn't come. as much as i hate to say this, you're unattracting customers." you grit your teeth, facing the groups of people staring at the both of you. xavier then walks away, contemplating whether or not would he want to meet up a normie.

he looks back, seeing customers now swarning the normie with the tray of bread, seeing you smile and attend to them made his heart go soft for a moment.

at that moment, he swerved his direction to the cemetery instead of weathervane.

-

when he arrived, you were following right behind him. holding a plastic bag of chips and scented candles. "what are the chips for?" he asks you as you stomped on orange autumn leaves, on your way to your friend's grave, passing by mossy and old ones, xavier was still doubtful of his decision, the cemetery was inclosed and no one would even hear him scream for help. "rita hates flowers, she likes junk food and scented candles so i bought some." you told him as you finally slowed down to a less flithy gravestone. you set down a bag of lays chips on the stone and opened one for yourself, setting down the candles as well. xavier crossed his arms as he read the engravings:

rita lupin

born: 2006 died: 2021

it was glad to know that his possible normie friend wasn't an asshole after all. he has never been to a funeral before, let alone even visited a grave, this was his first time and he definitely didn't expect some smiles from you as you stare down at the grave.

"hey rita, this is xavier. he was going to be your classmate y'know? anyway what are you- a werewolf or.."

"i'm just telekinetic."

he did not expect a normie to be talking to a grave.

you looked at the sky, closing your eyes and smiled. "rita would find you cute." you chuckle, he raises an eyebrow, stifiling a giggle "wow, rita is nice." he mutters. you knelt down and grab a lighter from you back pocket and leaned the candles on the stone, lighting up each one "i mean rita is not wrong though" you wink at him and he rolls his eyes with a wry chuckle. now it was just plain silence, the wind brushing past them, leaves occasionally floating along with it.

"do you ever cry, whenever you... y'know, visit her?" he asked you. "who wouldn't? she's the best werewolf i met." you replied, now facing him ever since you both arrived here. "you've never visited a grave before?" you asked. he shook his head, "nope." you nod in response. "to relieve you right now, sorry for y'know whatever normies fo to you and your peers. i also actually never knew you all existed until.." you trail off. the silence grew louder, xavier raised an eyebrow.

"until?"

"until ol' rita here." you point towards her with a sigh. xavier examines you, you're glassy eyes and your longing gaze, you seemed genuine. he didn't know why would you invite an outcast like him to visit your dead friend, or why did he even agree.

xavier silently admits he was wrong about this normie. maybe they were the exception, they weren't that bad after all.

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[ooo-yeah-baby]

Wandering Eyes

Yan!Gilbert Blythe x f!reader

I only write sfw, not proof read, noncon hugging/forced hug, feel free to send requests

Gilbert has always been nice. He has always been well liked and popular. There have never been noticeable flaws in him. 

You didnt know him very well. It's not like you were strangers, you just never really got a chance to talk to one another. Which was why it was so weird when you began to notice him stealing glances at you *every so* very often. 

The glances quickly turned into staring. You thought there was something wrong with you at first. Maybe you had something in your hair or your clothes were messed up. As it continued happening you began to think you were being conceited. 

But you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. Especially that day. 

At lunch you sat with the other girls in your little nook, whispering about unimportant topics. You sat by the window. 

It got to the topic of boys, like it always did. You didn't have much interest in the conversation. It usually began with someone bringing up a boy and Ruby saying how sad and handsome he his. You decided it was best to just tune it out this time around. 

Of course when you're not paying attention to one thing you're paying attention to another.

Gilbert. You could see him peeking at you from the space in the sheet that Dianna and Anne had put up. "Why was he staring? What did he want? Its creepy." You fidgetted with your dress as you tried not to make it obvious that you were uncomfortable. 

Suddenly you felt a hand clasp yours. 

"Are you okay, y/n?" Anne said, bumping you from your panicked state. 

"Huh? Oh- yeah. I'm fine. Thank you, Anne," you smiled and squeezed her hand. 

Truthfully, you were irked.

After school you hurried to get your things and ran after Gilbert. 

"Blythe!" You yelled as you approached him. 

"Y/n?" He said turning to you, a light blush reaching his cheeks. "W-what is it? Is everything okay?" 

"No. It's not." You stopped in front of him. "Why do you keep staring at me?" You lunged directly into the topic. "Did I do something? Do you have something to tell me? If you do then say it!" 

Gilbert was flustered. It took him a moment before he sputtered something out. 

"No! You didn't do anything!" He grabbed your hand, tracing his finger around your palm as he looked at it. A shy smile grew on his face. 

"Then why are you staring at me?" You quirked a brow, now being more confused than ever. 

"Well, I guess there's no use hiding it." He shrugged. He intertwined his fingers in yours and began walking, of course you followed, warily, he was practically dragging you.

You got a ways away from the school before he finally piped up. "Y/n, you aren't courting anyone? Are you?" He asked. You felt his thumb rub against the back of your hand. You shook your head in response.

You could see his eyes twinkle. "Well... I'd like to," he swallowed mid sentence, "court you." 

"What?" You stopped walking. Gilbert looked worried. "Gilbert, I'm flattered but... I mean, we don't even really know each other."

You felt his grip on your hand tighten. For a second Gilbert looked panicked but he brushed it off with a nervous laugh and a smile. 

"Of course we know each other! We've been going to school together for years." He rubbed the back of his neck. He could tell you weren't budging and that he was making you uncomfortable but he also didn't know if he'd ever get a chance like this again. 

"Gilbert, I'm sorry but I can't court you. Now, please, let go of my hand." You began to pull back your hand but he wouldn't let go. 

"N-no!" He pulled you closer to him and grabbed your free hand. His breathing became erratic. "You don't mean that. I mean, how could you mean that? I've never done anything wrong. How could you not like me?" 

"Gilbert you're scaring me!" You struggled in his grasp but he pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/n I love you." 

"Gilbert you're delusional! We barely know each other!" You squirmed against him but he wouldn't budge on his hold.

He didn't respond. He was hugging you so tight that you could feel his body heat. His breath brushed the place between your neck and the shoulder of your dress. 

"Gilbert if you don't let go I'm going to scream." You spoke firmly as you pushed on his chest. 

He didn't let go though. Maybe he was testing whether you'd actually do it. Maybe he didn't hear you, too wrapped up in the feeling of him having you in his arms, wrapped up in him. 

He didn't want to let go. 

"Scream then." His grip tightened as he waited for your response. A smile grew on his face after basking in the few seconds of silence. 

#gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #anne with an e #anne of green gables #yandere gilbert blythe #yandere #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere sfw

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

My Beloved - Galileo Galilei

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Blank, ageless, and suspicious blogs will be blocked.

Mitsuki: "Sorry. You don't need to answer it if you don't want to."

Galileo: "Yes, an old friend."

(An old friend.)

The voice that slipped from his lips carried a tone of nostalgia along with an unbearable sense of sadness.

What Galileo had in mind at that moment was something I couldn't possibly know.

Back in the 16th century, in the Italian city of Padua一

That night, a salon for clergy and intellectuals was being held at a certain nobleman's mansion.

Nobleman 1: "Hey, isn't that blond guy over there the scholar whom Lord Pinelli allegedly supports?"

Nobleman 2: "Galileo Galilei, I believe. He's quite talented, and it seems Lord Pinelli favors him enough to have him stay at this mansion."

Galileo: "..........."

With his ash-blond hair swaying, Galileo turned his back to the scrutinizing gazes of the noblemen.

Galileo: "I had hoped for even a slightly meaningful discussion."

As he uttered a sigh, the surrounding guests exchanged small talk with drinks in hand.

It seemed that there was no one with whom he could engage in scholarly conversation.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, a man who looked like a clergyman, wearing a rosary, approached him.

Clergyman: "You are Galileo Galilei, correct?"

Galileo: "Indeed, I am."

Clergyman: "I've read your research paper and have been wanting to hear your perspective."

While his demeanor appeared friendly, Galileo didn't miss the provocative undertones in the clergyman's gaze.

Galileo: "It's an honor. What specific points would you like to discuss?"

Clergyman: "The great Aristotle once proclaimed that the earth was at the center of the universe. This aligns with the teachings that God created heaven and earth."

Clergyman: "However, your research contradicts Aristotle's theory, which means you're also contradicting God. What are your thoughts on this?"

Galileo: "That's..."

Galileo: "That's incorrect. This research does not deny the existence of God."

Clergyman: "Oh? So you write such a paper and then say that? Your impertinence knows no bounds."

Galileo slightly frowned at the clergyman, who didn't even try to listen to him after asking for his opinion.

It appeared that this man simply wanted to criticize Galileo's thoughts as heretical.

Galileo: "Faith and the pursuit of science are separate. I am merely seeking the truth."

???: "Hey, Galileo! Long time no see."

Just as Galileo was about to make his argument, he was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

When Galileo turned around, an unfamiliar man was smiling at him.

Galileo: "You are…?"

???: "We have a lot to catch up on. Let's have a drink over there!"

With a bit of force, the man led Galileo away from the crowd. They reached the balcony, and the stranger finally released Galileo's arm and shrugged his shoulders.

???: "Dealing directly with a clergyman can be troublesome. It's bad for your reputation."

Galileo: "Reputation? Wait, no, I should thank you. You saved me."

Galileo: "So, who are you?"

Sagredo: "My name is Sagredo. I'm a science enthusiast and a devoted follower of you, Professor Galileo."

Galileo: "Follower?"

Sagredo: "Yes, I've been following your research for quite some time. I've always wanted to talk and meet you."

Sagredo smiled warmly and extended his hand.

Galileo: "I'm Galileo Galilei. Please refrain from calling me Professor."

Sagredo: "My apologies."

They shook hands, and Sagredo's smile grew even brighter. This was the beginning of a unique and enduring friendship between Galileo and Sagredo.

Despite being a nobleman, Sagredo had a genuine interest in science and mathematics.

He became a supporter of Galileo, both as an intellectual and as a friend.

Sagredo: "Galileo, I read your latest paper. It was truly fascinating!"

Sagredo: "But I heard you had another argument with the other researchers."

Galileo: "The argument just got a bit intense. They brought up baseless classical theories."

Sagredo: "I assume you strongly refuted their claims. Remember to moderate your arguments and try not to make too many enemies."

Sagredo: "But I appreciate your straightforward nature in seeking the truth."

Galileo: "Not many people are as straightforward as you when dealing with someone like me, Sagredo."

As their friendship deepened, Sagredo would sometimes take the serious Galileo to a tavern.

Galileo: "Why doesn't anyone want to see the truth? Even if it contradicts age-old doctrines or widely held beliefs, an error is still an error. That much is certain."

Sagredo: "I understand your frustration, Galileo, but these are dangerous times."

Sagredo: "Not long ago, a man who proposed a similar theory was burned at the stake. Be careful with your words and actions."

Galileo: "............"

Sagredo: "Well, for now, let's drink and forget our worries."

To release the frustration of being criticized, Galileo grabbed a glass and drank.

Galileo: "Haah, it's hot in here."

Galileo loosened his collar, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

He brushed his long bangs aside, and his cheeks, tinted in a shade of crimson, became even more exposed. His breath became alluring, perhaps due to intoxication, and his usual stern demeanor was now like a façade as he displayed relaxed gestures.

Sagredo glanced around and chuckled.

Sagredo: "Galileo, you should drink less in public."

Galileo: "Why is that?"

Sagredo: "Because you become vulnerable. Look, the ladies in this tavern have been fixated on 'Professor Galileo' since we arrived."

Galileo: "I couldn't care less."

Ignoring the women's admiring glances, Galileo held out his empty glass, and Sagredo refilled it with wine.

Sagredo: "Honestly, I wonder what kind of woman would capture your heart. If you ever find someone, introduce her to me, will you?"

Sagredo said with a smile, looking at his friend.

At that time, they still didn't know the deep despair that awaited them in the future.

Galileo: "Oh, no! Sagredo, Sagredo!"

Galileo: "Why did this happen!? Why!!?"

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Mitsuki: "Galileo?"

Galileo: "………"

When I called out to him, he widened his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

Then he slowly blinked and reached for his lukewarm coffee.

Mitsuki: "Is everything alright? You kind of spaced out."

Galileo: "No, it's nothing."

Galileo: "Anyway, I got your thanks for the book, so I'll take my leave now."

Mitsuki: "Oh..."

After placing his cup on the saucer, he immediately got up and left the shop.

(I hope everything is okay. It didn't seem like anything was wrong, but...)

After mentioning that he was an old friend, he had a troubled expression and fell silent.

His expression at that moment seemed somewhat pained.

(Maybe he remembered something sad.)

My heart tightened with worry, but there was nothing I could do.

Staring at the empty seat felt futile, so I got up and suddenly noticed something under the chair where he had been sitting.

(Is this his?)

I hurriedly left the store and found his figure heading into the alley.

But in my haste, I bumped into people in the city and almost lost sight of him.

Eventually, I found myself in a deserted part of the city.

(I'm pretty sure he entered this building.)

I saw him entering a deserted building, so I gathered my courage and stepped inside.

There, a room with a domed ceiling and several books spread out before me.

(Is this where he lives?)

Mitsuki: "Excuse me, Galileo. Are you here? It's Mitsuki."

I called out, and footsteps approached.

Galileo: "........"

Galileo: "Why are you here?"

My shoulders involuntarily jerked, startled by his angry voice.

Mitsuki: "I chased after you because a bookmark fell at that cafe. I wanted to give it to you, so I ended up coming all the way here."

Galileo: "........"

Galileo glanced at the bookmark I held out and seemed to want to say something as he accepted it.

Galileo: "You went through the trouble. Thank you."

Galileo: "If you're done, leave."

Mitsuki: "Okay."

(I'm glad he got it, but...)

By visiting his home like this, inviting him to a café, and trying to trigger his memories, I might be annoying him.

(I didn't intend for this to happen.)

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for following you without permission."

I bowed my head, expressing my desire to apologize more than words can convey, and went to the entrance.

Galileo: "Mitsuki."

I turned around when he called my name, and his eyes pierced through me with extreme coldness.

Galileo: "Stop trying to get involved with me anymore."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp #ikevamp jp #galileo galilei #ikevamp translations #cybird

[isalisewrites]

Listen, it's that time of the year again! The biannual bullshit in the form of 10 hours over the course of two days called the Mormon General Conference has begun and I'm forced to watch since I'm a PIMO Mormon (physically in, mentally out). This means a bit of an interruption to my usual writing, fandom, Tomarry, Legend of Zelda, and general gay shenanigans.

However, this is the first time where I'm emotionally and spiritually in a powerful, stable place and I'm officially unaffected by these talks. (I still like to bitch about them, tho, haha) They don't wound me like they have done before. They hold no power over me now. I remember how deeply affected and spiritually wounded I felt in April 2022, weeks before my "shelf" would break and my faith finally deconstructed to its end. But even General Conferences afterwards, I would still feel sickened by the talks.

I'm free of their spiritual shackles on my heart and soul.

I'm sorry, but it's become glaringly obvious that these men have nothing truly good to say. When you're in it, you don't see just how vapid and empty their words are. There's nothing of substance. There are no solutions. No. Reading scriptures and praying and "following the covenant path" are NOT solutions.

These men have no power and no authority. They are too old to make true change, just like the politicians in our government. We're taught they have the power of god, but they don't. Sorry, gentlemen, but you're nothing in comparison to my own uterus, which ACTIVELY wants to kill me. I don't fear you. I have no fears. You are weak in the face of my unwavering strength and peace as an unbeliever, who has no absolute answers about the nature of life and death.

I have peace you can't comprehend.

After all, if there is an afterlife where we must face our actions with our fellow humankind, I'm confident in my personal integrity. I am filled with sass, but I am kind and loving. Those who know me know this.

You... however... there is need for concern.

After all...

Where is your integrity when you protect and hide the vast variety of abusers?

Where is your integrity when you actively suppress women, demoting their status to ONLY wives and mothers?

Where is your integrity when you hate and turn on your LGBTQ+ siblings and deny them access to your heaven?

Where is your integrity when you lie and hide the dark truths of the origins of Mormonism?

Where is your integrity when you point blank lie about the wealth accumulated, to the point the American government FINED you for it?

Where is your integrity when you use that wealth to buy commercial properties?

Where is your integrity in the lack of building homeless shelters, schools, parks, or whatever could enrich and protect the local communities?

Where is your integrity when you spend millions of dollars on gilded temples in favor of the dead when the living sit homeless, exposed to the elements and without food, in the streets a block from those doors?

True integrity is a strength of self. My integrity demands of me to call out the bullshit and the lies; it tells me to remain calm in face of those who refuse to see my true heart, who claim that I am the one without light. I remain unaffected when those I love lash out at me because I no longer align with their thoughts and beliefs.

If you cannot see my heart, then it's clear you're the blind one.

"Christian kindness is not a substitute for integrity."

This is a contradicting statement. True integrity cannot be without kindness and love. No kindness? No integrity. No exceptions.

True integrity is NOT where you avoid "criticizing the doctrine or the culture" or the leadership in Mormonism.

What hypocrisy.

#exmo #exmormon #ex mormon #fucking religion #ex religious #mormon #Mormonism #lds #lds church #mormon church #ex christian #general conference #pimo #exmo stuff #ex lds #religious trauma

[emmettworld]

Okay I promise this is genuine and I don't want to send hate, and if you don't believe it, fair...but why post the works involving minors and nsfw (yes that includes the incest) ? I do believe that you can write whatever you want, and I don't think you're some boggeyman that get his kick of writing about abused kids or whatever bullshit. But there's a difference between writing it and publishing it, and while I think it's unfair your blog was straight up deleted and not flagged, I can also understand why Tumblr did it : I read the ToS, and I don't think they're just for real minors (but it's my personnal interpretation). This type of work (text, art, etc) can be shared with a group of friends or a group of people who're all used to this kind of content, and maybe it would prevent the risk of people stumbling unto texts involving Logan and David for example (happened to me once, oof) and more importantly, Tumblr throwing a fit? You're an amazing artist and while I haven't kept up with your content for a while (I unfollowed when you started posting about incest and non-con against minors sorry, it's a topic I really don't like), I don't want you to keep on being flagged and banned forever.

the simplest answer i have is because it's part of who i am as a creator, and sharing those parts has not just been extremely liberating and cathartic for me, but for others too.

that's one of the most important things to me. it would be different if all i got was hate and not a shred of support or positivity -- if nobody told me that they liked it, that it helped them be more comfortable with themselves and their own work, then i don't know if i would. it's hard to say whether i would just get bogged down by hate and give it up or if it would keep going regardless.

but aside from that, it's the principle. it's the fact that i, as well as similar creators, am not forcing anyone to see this content. i am not posting things uncensored for anyone to stumble upon. i always use very specific warnings, read mores, and links. not once would you encounter a post of mine like that and see anything explicit unless you chose to view it.

and that's the principle i'm fighting for: choice.

this website used to be place where you could pretty much post anything, way before the Naughty Ban, because we understood it was all about personal choice. about curating your own content, blocking tags and blogs you didn't want to see, unfollowing if you had to (which you have EVERY right to do, and don't need to apologize for!). most of us followed online etiquette and those who didn't, again, you can just choose to unfollow or block. not report them just for posting shit you don't like.

the TOS explicitly states real minors. if they wanted to include fictional, they should have stated that. if they wanted to include fictional, they should not only reference the actual crime, but the thought crime of creating things that don't adhere to morals in reality.

personally, i think it's one or two people throwing a fit, but that's just me. i think my content, which is not even posted directly to this site and is by no means being shoved in anyone's face, is the least of this site's problems or concerns.

but anyways, that's why i'm ready to die on this hill. because i've met so many wonderful people from being open about what i post, no matter how disturbing it may be, and because we should all be able to post freely as creators if we're not directly showing anything explicit that could violate TOS.

#answered asks #anonymous #tw purity discourse

[hotpinkboots]

Hiii!! I see Mr. Djarin and I must request 👀 Could we get Mando having some sort of fear of losing y/n? I love how you change your blog theme throughout the holidays and events btw it's so cute 🥰

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~𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 x Reader: Separation Anxiety~

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"oh sorry guys I don't write with any anxiety topics"

also me: DIN WITH SEPARATION ANXIETY!!!!

Also my black text thingy STILL ISN'T WORKING (TUMBLR FIX NOW PLS DARLING) so I just didn't use any color...which is entirely against every cell in my body because I like the text color to match the character, but it's not working so I'm forced to just leave it all BORING :(((

ALSO DJDJDHDSHAWOWI THANK YOU SO MUCH ⭐REMEMBERRR THIS IS ALL PART OF THE MANDALORIAN SEASON 3 EVENT THINGY! Any requests I get with Mando will be done BEFORE any other requests in my inbox! This goes all week long!⭐

Note: this is a little bit after Grogu went bye bye with Luke. I made Mando all dumb and clingy C:

~Enjoy~

★★★★

𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓

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~He seemed to be fine for a few days, he obviously missed the kid but didn't really show it much. Maybe just a bit quieter than usual.

~which basically means he was silent because he already doesn't talk much

~He seemed a bit more unfocused when he picked up bounty hunting again. He came back injured more often than he used to.

~Because his brain was completely focused on you instead of what he was doing. Would you be gone by the time he got back? What are you doing? Are you hurt right now???? No, you're fine. BUT WHAT IF-

~Worried you might just decide to leave him. The Kid left him because he wanted to go, would you leave just because you wanted to as well? Maybe it would just be better for you to, anyway. Life with a bounty hunter? You can't like him enough to stay in a life of danger.

~It doesn't matter how long you've been with him, he'll still worry that you don't like this life.

~Grogu left because it was his "destiny" or whatever, he didn't want to leave, right??

~Okay so basically he's just a mess you get the point

~He always seems to be hovering over you, now. Watching from the doorway, and when you say something about it, he just says he was checking on you.

~It gets annoying and then he's annoyed and embarrassed that you're annoyed and now he's stressed and kind of sad. He thinks he's being oversensitive and now he's even annoying himself. help him omg

~He starts getting way more violent than he used to be during hunts. Anything to protect you.

~Din's just realizing how important you really are to him. Doesn't understand how much something means to him until it's gone, he's learned, so now he's around you and just...looking at you and appreciating you and being so freaking worried over something that doesn't exist and isn't happening

~Super stressed out if you ever need to leave to do something, or even if you just want to go shop around or get something to eat.

~It comes off as him being super annoyed, but he honestly just doesn't want to see your back when you leave, and he's scared of you getting injured, kidnapped, ect.

~He used to always be fine with you doing literally whatever you wanted because he knew you could handle yourself. Now he's worried about the smallest thing happening and does not want you going anywhere.

~(Y/N): I'm going out to eat

~Din: we have food at home

~Clings to you and then tells you that you're the one following him when you say something about it. He gets embarrassed.

~But then he feels bad and realizes that's a form of gaslighting you so he rejects what he said and tells you that you're right.

~Really, he's just an emotional mess. He gets over it slowly, but Din really just wants to make sure you're safe and that you're happy with him. After Grogu left with Luke, you're the only person he has to take care of. He likes feeling needed by you 🥺

~So now you're the baby!

~He did already have separation anxiety due to his parents :( so now it's worse. It's not permanent, but he definitely starts overthinking about you and your safety.

~Just be patient with him, he'll be okay.

~The man just worries a lot and loves you.

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GRRRHRHRE I WANNA GO DEEPER INTO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE OVERPROTECTIVE AND WORRIED MANDO

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~Love, PinkBoots

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[silenzahra]

Happy Easter, dear friends 🥰💐

Hope you're all having an amazing Sunday 🥰✨

Holy Week has not been easy for me this year, and I wanted to personally thank @itsavee4117 @bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @peaches2217 @keakruiser @pepperycar @kelbreyworshipper @roscolate @supergay-64 and the Anon from this ask for all the love and support you've showed me in these hard days. You're all so kind and amazing 🥰 You all live in my heart rent-free, just like Mario and Luigi 🫂💖

Some personal stuff under the cut, so it's totally fine if you don't wanna read it 🥰 Happy Easter again and thank you so much! I love you! 🫂💖

Both family members that were sick at the beginning of the Holy Week, my auntie (and godmother) and my dad's uncle, are now resting and with God. On the one hand I feel happy that they're not suffering anymore, since they were both fighting cancer, and that they've reunited with their relatives (my auntie specifically had said many times she wanted to reunite with her parents, my grandparents, who passed in 2018).

On the other hand though... I still have a grieving process ahead of me. I've obviously cried for both of them, but you know, even if I did... I feel like I'm still at the start. Still in denial. And it's impossible to know when I'll move on to the next stage, but in the meantime, I really feel like I need to be back on here. Maybe not entirely, maybe not with the same frequency as before, but this site has become an important part of my life and I miss it here.

You all have become an important part of my life and I miss you, dear friends 💖💖💖

I'm still not completely ready to fangirl again. I wanna properly enjoy your content as it deserves, so please excuse me if I don't go and catch up just yet. And if you've written something or plan to post a new story soon, rest assured that I'll read it when I'm feeling better. Again, to properly enjoy it. I'll be more than happy if you continue to tag me so I can go and easily find your stories once I'm ready. Hope you understand 🙏💖

As for my own writing... Tomorrow's April 1st, which means the beginning of Camp NaNoWriMo, a writing challenge that encourages you to write daily by setting your own goals (it's different from NaNoWriMo, which takes place in November and encourages you to write 1667 words per day in order to write a 50k words novel during the month). I totally intended to participate so as to try and work on as many fics as possible during April.

But in the state I am right now, I'm afraid that's not gonna happen. My creativity is simply gone right now. I just don't feel like writing stories at the moment, and I truly miss it, but my mind simply won't cooperate. And I'm obviously not going to force anything. I don't know when I'll get back to writing, but it's not going to be this week, unfortunately. Sorry to keep you waiting for new content 🙏💖

Also, I would like to fangirl over Princess Peach Showtime, as this game has truly meant my salvation during these hard days. I'm actually close to beat it, so, again, once I'm ready to fangirl, expect a post (or two) with my impressions 🥰 Spoiler: I love it 🤭🩷

As for the following days, I think I'll try and go find some beautiful art to cheer me up, especially the brothers. I would like to thank Kea again for their lovely post full of wholesome gifs, for it's really helped me feel better. I would certainly LOVE to see more of these. Would anyone like to send me some more cute brotherly gifs to lift my spirits, please? Mario and Luigi always brighten my soul, so I would really appreciate it 🫂💖

Again, dear friends, thank you so much for being there for me. You're all incredible and kind and sweet and I love you so so much 🥰 You can obviously count on me too whenever you're going through hard times. You've been there for me, so you bet I'm gonna be here for you 🫂💖

Hope I can slowly but surely catch up during next week. Love you all 🫂💖💖💖

#personal stuff #I miss it here #I miss you guys 💖 #still not ready to be totally back #but we'll get there #I also miss fangirling actually #I cannot thank you all enough for having been there for me #I'll never forget it #I love you so so much 💖

[instexcamera]

omg hiiiiii

how are youuuuu

can i request a piece with a soft dom mayoi and almost a ‘bratty’ sub reader who’s afab with gn pronouns? :0

also i have a thing for his hands and his teeth so… hehe. and maybe subtle corruption kink?

Mayoi, my favorite to write

SoftDom!Mayoi x Sub!Reader

Warnings: Marking/biting, brat reader, corruption kink, fingering

Authors Note: aaa I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one tbh, I really love Mayoi he's so jehe

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Having Mayoi dote on you sometimes became a little too much. He would follow you around, either in sight or in the ceiling and walls. He would leave you notes in areas you'd easily find them, either recommending a new way to do something or praising your work. Mayoi was also big on gift giving, leaving them at your office when you left for a moment, they were all something homemade too. A diorama or some sweets he'd made, you always appreciated them, they looked as if they took time.

You didn't know why he had taken this strange affinity towards you. Maybe it's because you produce for his group, other than that you see no reason on why he would. Not that you were complaining about his attention of course, it was nice to have one of the cute idols show attraction to you. You also knew Mayoi had a tendency to do strange activities like this, from what you've seen, him doing this means he wishes to protect you in his own little way. Shinobu Shingoku, Mayoi's cheiftian, got the same amount of attention from what you had heard, however he didn't leave him personal handwritten notes like yours.

However, you hadn't expected his attraction for you to actually be something genuine. So when he had managed to stutter out a confession, when you were working you accepted after a minute of shocked silence.

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A few months later when you working with Mayoi, you found yourself staring at his face. Or more accurately his lips and thinking about his teeth. Mayoi's teeth were sharp, longer than average and pointed at the ends, like a sharks. You had heard many people point them out, saying there abnormal, unusual, or weird. Mayoi would always shrink back when he heard those comments, walking the other way to get to a secret passage or vent he could use to walk in instead. You didn't think his teeth were weird, you found them quite interesting, cute even, Mayoi's smiles were always cute when he allowed them. You were wondering what they feel like biting into you, on your neck, chest, thighs, anywhere he could mark. Everyone would be able to tell who did it too, his teeth are so different it wouldn't be hard.

"Um, my love? Are you ok? Am I upsetting you by being here? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can leave!" The phantom's eyes dart every which way, looking for a way to hurriedly escape if you did want him to leave. "No, Mayoi you're fine, I was just, ah, thinking of your teeth. And uh, how I want you to bite me." He looks startled, not many people compliment his teeth, he slowly walks from where he is closer to you, sitting on the bed beside you. His close proximity to you is almost too much, you hadn't expected him to move. "My teeth? But there so weird and unusual, something no pure being like yourself should want to be bitten by fufufu."

You could feel your skin starting to grow hot, Mayoi wasn't usually this bold, normally when you complimented him, he started denying it. Feeling the bed dip in as he slide closer, you looked away, not able to look him in the eyes. Where was this bold Mayoi coming from? Not that it was terrible, it was a welcome change, just unusual. Feeling a trembling hand come up and move your face towards him, forcing you to stare right into his eyes. You could tell he was still anxious even if he acted like he wasn't, the lust in his eyes doing nothing to hide the small tremors of fear that lay beneath.

Yet his lips still meet yours, there cracked and dry, not very soft but kissing him was always pleasant. The kiss ends abruptly, you wanted to protest but didn't want to seem too needy, the idea of teasing him was a thought in the back your mind, not that you had before. But you hadn't teased him with anything sexual yet, maybe today would change that. You focus back on Mayoi, a studying expression on his face, as if he expected you to whine out at the loss of the kiss. You weren't going to give him that satisfaction now since the thought of teasing him came to mind.

To your surpise his hands quickly grab you around the waist, man handling you to turn you around, pulling you closer to him. The phantom was just full of surprises today, his sudden boldness making you wetter than you'd like. It's the first time you and him had gotten this far, he would always start rapidly apologizing to you at this point any other time. Today would actually be the first time you and him did something sexual unless he stopped, the prospect causing your thighs to rub together.

That didn't go unnoticed by Mayoi, a hand moved from your waist down towards the waistband of your pants. Pulling the band back and letting it snap back on your skin, the feeling causing you to shift a little. "My angel, are you enjoying this? The expression you have on seems to indicate so, do you like having an unclean being like me touch you like this?" A gasp catches in your throat, if you weren't wet already you were now. But you wouldn't let him get away with teasing you like this. "No, you'll have to try harder than this, it's barely anything."

Mayoi only hums in response, his other hand sliding up your body until it reaches your neck. Pulling it to the side gently so he could have better access to your neck, his warm breath closer than before. The hand on your waistband runs up your body, slowly stopping to trace over your right nipple through your shirt. Once he feels you flinch at the sensation he starts nipping at your neck, using his hand on your nipple to start pinching at it, trying to get it to harden.

Having never done anything like this before you're incredibly sensitive, having to hold back whimpers. Mayoi stops focusing on your neck for a moment, wanting to see if he could get you to admit you liked it. "That felt good didn't it? I felt your body twitch." Shaking your head, a small "no" leaving your lips, god, you were failing miserably at trying to tease him, the new sensations he's giving you, causing you to go weak. "No? Then open up love."

His hand gives one final squeeze to your hard nipple before continuing up, his index and middle finger pushing against your lips. You comply much to his amusement, his head rests on your shoulder, watching himself as he slides his fingers into your mouth. You when always thought Mayoi's hands were pretty, they were long and slender and he was good with them, working on exquisite dioramas. You wondered if you'd finally get to learn just how good he could use them today.

His voice right beside your ear made you jump "Go on now, suck them, get them all nice and wet, you'll need too fufufu." You didn't comply, letting your jaw stay slack around them. You hear Mayoi let out a sigh, as he starts to press his fingers down on your tongue, causing you to gag. He immediately stops, and instead tries to gather as much spit that was in your mouth as he can on his fingers. A few moments pass, the feeling of him fucking his fingers into your mouth causing your jaw to hurt some.

A small hum of approval leaves him when he deems his fingers wet enough as he slides them out of your mouth, back down your chest towards your pants. "This is your first time doing something like this right? Oh how disgusting your first time experiencing this is with someone as lowly as me!" His hand slips under your pants the same moment he bites, hard, into your neck.

The feeling of his sharp teeth digging into your skin, conbined with the way he was slowly pushing in a finger causing a moan to rip out of you. You could feel Mayoi grin into your neck, no doubt overjoyed he finally got the reaction he wanted out of you. So long for how you wanted to tease him when on your first time you can't even manage it, falling victim to his touches. Mayoi let's go, kissing along your neck, biting into the spots you shiver at when he kisses over them. His finger trying to slowly work it's way into your tight hole. The feeling is a lot for your first time even if he was just using a single finger.

He crooks his finger up as his kisses trail across your neck to your back, biting into the skin there. Your noises rise in volume, not going unnoticed by Mayoi, "Do you like it now? You certainly seem like you are, the way your body just melts into my touch." Shaking your head no again, fearing whimpers and whines would fall out your mouth instead of words if you opened it.

"Really? Guess I'll just have to try harder then." The phantom slides his other finger in, meeting his other as he crooks them up, making a beckoning gesture inside you. His thumb reaches to press on your nub. The pleasure causing your back to arch deliciously and he takes the chance to go back to marking up your neck.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to hit you, this being your first time making you all the more sensitive. Your eyes roll back as your hips jolt forward riding Mayoi's fingers. When you come down from your high, Mayoi's stopped nipping at your neck as he slides his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers covered in your juices up to his mouth as he licks them clean, a small nod of approval as he finishes.

"You have to admit you liked that, your body had the cutest reactions! And you don't have to worry about me, I already, um, finished." Your body is still somewhat shaky but you're able to speak out, "Yea, I enjoyed it, thank you Mayoi."

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The next day, as you stand in front of the mirror looking over your body, only your neck and back were marked up. The most noticeable parts too, they were hard to cover up. Yet you couldn't deny the small temor of delight at the fact anyone could see the marks and know that Mayoi left them there on you. After all, his teeth marks were easy to identify.

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