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hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖
ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏
sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx
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#28: ...as a lie
ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.
Ian hasn’t slept in days.
It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.
His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.
Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.
Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.
Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.
He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?
The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?
Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.
Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?
He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.
The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?
He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?
Another clench: Indica
Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?
There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.
Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.
Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.
On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.
The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.
Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.
Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.
Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.
Jesus, he needs to sleep.
“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.
Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.
Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.
Wants him to stay the night.
Forever, maybe.
Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”
That’s the last thing Ian wants.
“Not tired,” he fibs.
Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”
It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.
“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”
Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”
Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.
#welp - throws whatever this is at you#alskfjalkj#i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described#lolol#maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss#no actual context needed#just tongues#anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA#shameless#shameless fanfiction#prompt fill#ian x mickey
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hii!! just read ur vampire!eddie fic and it was so goooddd!!!! 🥹😩 I was wondering if I could request tho maybe mafia!eddie(??) totally okay if u don’t want to or if that’s not ur vibe hehe ☺️ thank you!! 🤍🤍
omg you're my first request! i hope this is along the lines of what you wanted ily enjoy! also this was supposed to come out next Monday but I didn't wanna wait
Pairing: Mafia!Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary: Eddie has you sit in during a meeting and hijinks ensue.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, exhibitionism(?) (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 3.5k
A/N: he works out of an office building… don't ask
Eddie is in a meeting when you show up. His receptionist has you sit in the waiting room while he wraps up so you’re sitting there quietly with your little basket of home-baked muffins. Your sundress is fanned out around you delicately, and a soft smile is on your face at the thought of seeing your fiancé
Your heart jumps and you stand up when the door opens and two suited men walk out as Eddie shakes hands with the third one. You’re fixated on how his silver rings shine in the light, you run your eyes up his body and notice he’s wearing your favorite outfit.
It was your birthday when you picked it, he said you should choose the outfit he would wear to your party. You put him in a black suit with a sleeveless black turtleneck underneath, a silver watch that you bought him, a silver chain, and his silver gauges for accessories.
He looks so incredibly powerful, that it has you clenching your thighs together desperately. You admire his curly hair, loving the way it falls over his shoulders when you notice him looking at you, very confused. “Sandy, what is she doing out here?” He says in a rough, angry voice as he makes his way over to you with an angry scowl. He grabs your arm more gently than you expected and drags you over to the doorway of his office.
“I told you to always send her right in. Don’t let this happen again.” He slams his door shut before Sandy can answer and kisses you softly. “Hey, sweetheart.” He takes your basket and walks to his desk, you following close behind him. “What’re you doing here? Need me?” He places them on his desk and drops himself in his chair, legs spread and smirking as he looks up at you.
You giggle at him, a little flustered that he saw through you so quickly. “How did you know?” You’re staring at the ground as you ask him, your weight shifting from leg to leg. Eddie is silent as you stare at your feet, waiting for him to answer but little do you know, Eddie is waiting for you. He’s watching you shift around nervously, looking anywhere but into his eyes and he decides that he won’t answer until you look directly at him. The silence gets a bit unbearable and you look up to see what’s taking him so long only to see him already staring at you, a smile breaking out on his face when your eyes meet.
“I know my fiancee, baby… And I know you’re not wearing anything under that sundress. You never do.” His voice sounds a little far away by the end of his sentence, his eyes wandering down your body. You watch his smile widen as he takes you in. Your thighs clenching together when his gaze rests there, you can see his jaw clenching in response as he fixes his gaze back on your face. “Come sit in my lap, baby.”
You smile brightly and place yourself in his lap, facing him and you can already feel his dick hardening and pressing against you. “There’s my pretty girl.” He whispers into your lips before devouring you and an all-consuming kiss. It’s obvious in the way he bruises his lips into yours that he’s missed you too.
His hands are gripping both sides of your face, pulling you against him. His hands run down your back and to your sides, his thumbs coming up to stroke your nipples softly, feeling them stiffen up underneath his thumbs. He moans into your mouth at the feeling and pulls at the straps of your dress, trying to free your boobs so he can play with them properly but you hear his door open, pulling you out of the moment and forcing your lips to part from Eddie’s.
“Sandy, what the fuck have I said about knocking?” His voice is booming, it almost makes you flinch, as Eddie yells at him. You turn halfway in Eddie’s lap so you can see Sandy, his eyes bulging at your mussed state, staring at your fallen dress strap and your nipples pressing through the fabric of your dress. You feel Eddie’s breathing speed up, a deep growl working its way in as Sandy takes more and more time to answer, undressing you with his eyes instead.
“You’re on thin fucking ice right now.” Eddie’s voice is low and dangerous as he speaks to Sandy, snapping him out of his trance. His face is completely red by the time he looks up at Eddie, jumping a bit when he sees the look in his eyes. Eddie looks like he could hospitalize him, you can feel his hand balling into a fist where it rests on your hip, his muscles tensing as he considers it.
You wrap your arm around his shoulder and place a calming hand on his chest, feeling him relax under it as Sandy finally speaks.”Sorry, sir! Y-Your five ‘o’ clocks are here. Would you like me to tell them to wait or?” You can feel Eddie’s breathing stop. You’re quite upset that you won’t be able to stay but try not to show it. You’d never want Eddie to feel bad for doing his job but he was busier and busier nowadays, and you’ve started to feel a little lonely.
Eddie’s voice booms across the room when he speaks up. “Why was I not informed?” Sandy flinches at the sound and opens his mouth to speak but a squeak is all that comes out. You can feel Eddie revving up to yell again when you start to get up from his lap, fixing your dress in the process. “Eddie it's fine, I’ll head home and see you when you’re done.” You say happily, trying to diffuse the situation and save Sandy from further reprimanding.
You lean down to place a kiss on Eddie’s head when he tears his gaze from Sandy and looks dead into your eyes. “Sit down.” He says it with such conviction, in such a commanding tone that you don't even think about questioning him. You immediately place yourself back in his lap as you were before. He keeps his eyes on yours as you sit before looking back at Sandy. “You send them in but if this ever happens again you are dead, understand?”
Sandy mumbles out a quick “Yes sir.” and rushes out of the room. Eddie takes a deep breath before looking at you and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “You stay here. It shouldn’t be too long.” He whispers in between kisses. You bring your hand around his head and stroke his hair gingerly as he kisses you. He sighs into you when you part your lips, allowing his tongue to roam your mouth. Your hips begin to move subconsciously, pushing your pussy down on his thighs for friction when the door opens again. You pull apart from Eddie, taking a deep breath to try and calm the frustration bubbling in your chest at being interrupted again.
Prominent men and beautiful women file into the room and sit in various seats, some standing along the walls, and all intimidating to you. They await Eddie, waiting for him to kick off the meeting, waiting for him to send you out. Instead, Eddie welcomes everyone and begins stroking up and down your leg to calm you as he starts talking business. You watch Eddie as he speaks, saying a lot of things you don’t understand but you love it. You’ve only gotten to see him like this a few times, in "business" mode. He’s scared your opinion of him will change.
He’s so strong in the way he demands respect. He talks in a way that makes you want to hear what he has to say. He asserts himself and no one questions it because he carries himself and speaks with unwavering confidence. He’s almost a different person when you see him like this, talking in a gruff, angry, domineering voice that takes charge of a room. You reluctantly pull your eyes from Eddie to watch the rest of the room only to notice that almost everyone has their eyes on you. You begin to squirm uncomfortably as everyone stares and Eddie instantly notices.
“Hey!” He shouts out sharply, causing the whole room to jump, multiple people reaching for their waistbands, worrying you a bit. “Everyone’s attention seems to be divided… is there a reason?” He’s using that low, threatening tone again and it has you leaking into your dress. You watch as the terrifying characters look around nervously, steering clear of Eddie’s gaze in hopes of avoiding the question. The silence sits heavy in the air until someone speaks up, a large, burly man who has you curling in, trying to hide in Eddie’s lap.
“I guess I’m just wondering what your tramp is doing sitting in on a confidential meeting.” He says in a tough, confident, almost smug voice. You watch Eddie’s features twist into an expression of rage at the man’s words. His hands squeeze your hips momentarily before pushing you up and out of his lap slowly. Your eyes are on Eddie’s face when he reaches underneath his desk and you hear the scrape of his gun against it. You’re heart races, you’ve never seen it before. He stands at his full height, stretching his back and cracking his neck as he crosses the room, slowly walking over to the man.
You stare at his thick fingers wrapped around the silver metal, turning off the safety and cocking it. “What… the fuck did you just call my fiancée?” Eddie asks lightly, his tone is almost jovial as he presses his gun against the man’s lower stomach. You’re breathing quickly as you watch the scene unfold, you watch Eddie slide his gun up the man's body and underneath his chin when he’s met with silence instead of an answer. “What did you call my wife?”
Eddie’s finger hovers over the trigger, anticipation building inside you as you press your legs together. You feel your wetness begin to drip down your thigh when you see a smirk split Eddie’s face as the man tries to answer. “I- Ed I- I didn’t know. I thought she was just a fuck, man. I-” Eddie fires right next to the man’s ear, making you jump as the man doubles over in pain, both of his hands pressed to his ear in an attempt to stop the painful ringing.
Eddie turns to the rest of the room, ignoring the man’s groans of pain in favor of making an announcement. “If anyone even thinks of disrespecting my wife I will put a bullet in you... Consider this your first and final warning.” Eddie strides over to you, your eyes are wide and frantic and his turn apologetic when he sees yours. You look unsettled and frazzled as he seats you back in his lap. He’s still looking at the room, avoiding your gaze. “Pitch your ideas and get the fuck out.”
He’s panting while you stare at him, his eyes cold and violent until they meet yours, softening to a loving gaze instantly. He mouths out an apology as people start pitching their ideas to him. You shake your head and kiss his forehead before resting your head on his shoulder as he tunes back into his meeting. His hand starts rubbing up and down your leg again, reaching higher and higher up every time. It’s working you up, causing you to leak against his thigh and hold back whimpers. He finally gets his hand up to your inner thigh and that’s when he starts to feel your wetness. His focus goes to shit the moment he feels it, not even hesitating before pushing his hand further up your dress to come in contact with your soft, soaked pussy.
You watch his face, it’s hard as marble, stoic as he continues to listen and give feedback but you can feel him hardening in his pants again. His breath quickens and stutters as he pushes his fingers into your hot, wet cunt. His eyelids flutter as he curls them, pressing against your G-spot and feeling you clench around his digits. You can feel his other hand tighten its grip on your hip as his hips subtly push his dick up into your thighs. A satisfied grunt falls from his lips as he plays his movements off as him readjusting his position.
A whimper falls out of your mouth and against his into his neck as you bury your face in it, trying to hide your expression from the rest of the room. His fingers are thrusting deep inside you, you’re trying to regulate your breathing so you don’t alert anyone in the room but you’re struggling as you crawl towards an orgasm. Your hips start to gently thrust forward to meet Eddie’s hand, grinding his palm against your clit and whining softly into his ear.
Eddie is struggling to contain himself, growing decreasingly interested in the meeting and more in the way your body is reacting to him. Your face is resting in the crook of his neck and he can hear your whimpers as they slip out, he can feel your breath as it fans his skin. Your back is arching, he doesn't think you realize that you’re pressing your chest against him but it’s fucking him up. The way you’re yearning for him, the way your body is reaching out for him in front of everyone has him straining inside his pants.
He watches the meeting wrap up in a daze, every sense muffled to everything else, tuned in to you as you grind yourself into his lap. He can feel your arousal soaking his pants and it’s making him twitch. His hips buck into yours as his cock throbs inside his pants. He already has you standing by the time the door shuts behind the last person. Your knees are so weak that you almost collapse when he props you up against the desk. He presses your face into the hard surface and spreads your legs with his own, forcing them open and resting his legs against yours.
He’s holding both wrists behind your back with one hand as you moan and listen to him fumble with his belt and zipper. “I’m gonna fuck you so well, baby. Just how you deserve.”
You can hear him stroking himself, a wet noise resonating through the room. You’re head is spinning and you’ve never been more turned on in your life. You push up onto your tip toes, trying to grind your hips back into Eddie, trying to get him inside you faster.
“Please, Eddie! N-need it so bad, please.” You beg and beg as Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. The stretch isn’t too bad because of how worked up you are but you’re still tight enough that the initial thrust has you and Eddie moaning out. Eddie’s hand releases your wrists when he bottoms out, pulling your hips to his and holding you in place.
“Fuck, darling. You’re so perfect, so tight and wet for me. Just how I like it, huh?” He slowly wraps one hand around, grasping your throat. His wide fingers gripping gently for pressure but not cutting any air supply yet. His body is hunched over yours, caging you in and creating a curtain with his hair as he starts to gently fuck into you. His hips are moving languidly into yours, savoring the suction of your pussy every time he slides back into you. He’s groaning into your ear about how magnificent your pussy is, he’s telling you about how much he thinks of it throughout the day, how often he wishes he was buried in your instead of dealing with idiots.
You’re moaning much louder than you should be, considering you know there are people around, right outside of Eddie’s office but you just can’t hold back. Eddie brings his hand from your throat up to cover your mouth with his entire palm, the action has your eyes rolling back and just moaning louder into his hand. “F-fuck, baby. You like that?” His hips stutter as you clench around him moaning in response to his question. “I love it, Eds. Baby- Eddie please- fuck.” You gasp out against his hand, your voice muffled. You’re hips grind back against his cock as he plunges into you as deep as he can, staying there and watching you fuck yourself back on his cock.
He’s obsessed with the way your hips are moving, his hand coming up to grip his hair as he tries to calm himself. His eyes roll back and close as you desperately push your hips back against his. He’s groaning out your name with every other thrust as he starts fucking into you again, his voice beginning to sound more like a whine that has your legs giving out. You start to lose your rhythm, getting caught up in how Eddie’s cock slides against your walls, how the tip abuses your g-spot perfectly with every thrust, how he fills you to the brim so it’s all you can focus on. Eddie takes note of your struggle and gets to work. One hand goes under you to play with your clit, and the other grips your hip, stabilizing you as Eddie pounds into you with renewed energy.
“This pussy ‘s so fucking flawless, baby. Dunno what I’d do without my favorite girl.” He rambles on as he approaches his high, hyperfocused on the tightening of your pussy as he hammers into you. You can feel the heat in your stomach spreading throughout your body as your muscles tense, your legs starting to shake and your knees completely give out. Eddie flips you onto your back so you’re lying atop his desk gripping his biceps. He takes no time to thrust himself back into you, hands grasping your hips and moaning against your face before diving in for a kiss. “Gotta see that pretty face when I make you cum, love.”
You moan into his lips, feeling your pussy begin to pulse hopelessly around him. “Eddie. Eddie, I’m ‘onna c-cum. ‘M so close please-” You cut yourself off with a gasp as your hands move to his hair, fisting in it as your orgasm crashes over you. Your hands pull at his hair and rake down his arms, leaving red streaks for him to show off later.
He’s enamored with the way you look when you’re cumming. The way your eyes squeeze shut as he continues to pound into you. He can feel his stomach tensing, his balls tightening up in preparation for his load but he holds off to keep fucking you. He holds back as long as he can in favor of watching you, the way your eyebrows pull inwards when the pleasure spills into overstimulation. You whine at him to stop thrusting into you, telling him it’s “too much” and that you “c-can’t take it” but it only spurs him further.
He’s moaning your name on repeat as your senses are assaulted, pleasure stabbing between your legs with every thrust until Eddie cums hot and hard into your cunt. He folds forward with a painful groan and moans for you. His hips jerk into yours with every rope of cum that shoots out of his cock, coating and covering your walls as you milk him. He groans out when you're purposely tighten your pussy on him, prolonging and intensifying his orgasm. His arms give out and he basically collapses against you, moaning into your neck and kissing along it.
You stroke his hair as he gently thrusts into you, relishing how good you make him feel. He pulls his head from your neck and presses a loving kiss to your lips. You moan gently into his mouth and he whines in response before pulling away with a smile. He looks deep into your eyes as he presses a thumb to your bottom lip and kisses you again. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close, his chest against yours and your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him inside you. One of his hands is behind your head, cradling it as he kisses you gently, his other running up and down your arm soothingly. You pull away from Eddie with a dazed smile that has his smile widening as he picks you up off his desk and across the office.
He gently places you on a couch he had installed for this specific reason, there were too many times he’d fuck you in his office and you’d have to leave almost immediately after because you needed sleep or you couldn’t just stand in the corner. It made you both feel awful so he bought this couch. It barely went with the decor of his office but it was your favorite color so he doesn’t care. He rests your head on a cushion before pulling a blanket over you and kissing your forehead. You watch him through sleepy eyes as he brings some papers, his laptop, and his glasses over to the couch. He gently lifts your legs, places them in his lap and his laptop on top of them earning a little snort from you. He turns to you quickly with a surprised smile. “You still watching me? Go to sleep, baby.” He has a soft laugh throughout and rubs your leg lightly. You giggle at him and let sleep take you.
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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫~♡
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none it's cozy floofy fluff <3
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅
Hi there! It's me again! Thx for the 3 likes on my last post~ (≧∇≦)/ Although it might not be a lot to you, it's a ton to me! It means a lot to me and it continues powering me on to make more fics~ I was scrolling thru Tumblr this time and got this idea! If u wouldn't mind dropping a tiny like or follow on ur way out I would rlly appreciate it~
-Vi
~𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~
"Angel, I'm home~"
Childe's voice sounded out in a sweet melodious voice, it was music to your ears. Although it had probably only been a few hours without Childe, your heart could not stop palpitating up and down in excitement.
"Childe!"
You excitedly clinged onto his waist while he hang his thick fur coat onto the hanger right beside the main door. You sat beside him as he sat on the warm cozy sofa, right in front of the fireplace.
The fireplace warmed your body up during the freezing cold winter in Snezhnaya-your boyfriends hometown. But Childe was different, he warmed you up in a different way from the fireplace.
He warmed you up from the deep depths of your soul, the warmth continuously radiating through you as you snaked your hands around his waist, feeling his toned abs brushing against your hand.
You sat yourself on his lap and made yourself comfortable while laying your head on his chest. You could hear the soft thumps of his heart. It felt calming.
"I missed you so much, honeybun..."
The sweet pet names that he gave you sounded too sweet for you. In fact, usually, you would tell him to stop calling you using those names, but this time, you were too comfy to even care.
You felt a cold tingling feeling on your scalp. You looked up and found Childe,playing with your hair gently while caressing your rosy cheeks that he longed to pinch.
He lifted your strands of hair up and looked at them in awe. He looked like a child seeing snow for the first time, you let out a small chuckle.
" Sweet cheeks, your h/c hair... So pretty... "
He muttered softly while playing with your hair, his eyes sparkled with delight when you sat up to give him more freedom to play with your hair.
"Really? Thanks Childe..."
You replied thankfully. The sofa had never felt so hot as your cheeks burned up, a soft red patch of light pink slowly appearing on your face.
" I see that my cutie patootie is blushing huh? "
" Childe! Stop with the pet names and... I'm not blushing! "
You turned more red with every second that passed as a small chuckle whispered into your ear sent soft sparks down your spine.
Although this moment was not the perfect sweet moment you had wished for, you still felt complete and happy, just like the main character in the romance books that you used to read.
But now you did not need any romance books or movies, Childe was by your side, and that, on it's own, was enough already.
~END~
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love ur writing! could u plz write about the val boys & cuddling for chamber & sova?
Domestic Sova fics will always have a special place in my little nerd heart (◌ˇ‿ˇ◌). Since you've only requested two of the Valorant guys, I think I might write a full scene for both. Stay tuned for Chamber's!
Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked
Sova- Cuddling
Translations:
Лисичка (Lisichka)- Little Fox
The sounds of soft hubbub from the common area are what initially woke you up, though you tried to embrace your grogginess and find sleep once again. Despite having a few chaotic members in the mix, the agents often met for breakfast a bit early in the morning to chit-chat before jumping into the day. While you normally joined them, some mornings it was nice to just sleep in and catch up with them later. It usually wasn't that hard to tune them out, either, especially since they typically cleared out rather quickly.
This particular morning, though, you found yourself growing annoyed as Raze and Astra's intermingled laughter seemed to unceasingly echo down the hallway.
They're normally gone by now. What gives?
Your ability to surrender once more to your dreams was slipping away like stones from a torn bag. In spite of your best efforts, you became increasingly aware of your surroundings. You must've slept with your mouth open because your tongue was paper dry. You began to realize that the pyjama pants you'd thrown on before bed, which once kept you warm, were now making you uncomfortably hot. You buried yourself further under the blankets in an attempt to block out the light streaming in from the window, making a noise of discontent.
What was taking everyone so long? They were usually fairly consistent with their schedules. Brimstone made sure of that, especially when you owed him three laps for every minute you were late-
Wait.
The realization hit you like a pail of cold water, sending you scrambling to sit up. You could feel the sun. You could see the sun. The sun was up.
Damn. You were so late.
Panic quickly ensued as the body beside you jolted awake. You felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist, Sova groaning beside you as he pulled you back down against him with a stretch.
"Лисичка, what's wrong?" He asked, his voice gruff.
"Strange dream?"
"No," you croaked, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
"The sun is- we're so fucking late Sova, you have to get up."
"Late?" He yawned before pulling your back flush against his chest, nuzzling his head between your shoulder blades. His slow, steady heartbeat was a stark contrast to the thundering in your chest.
"Late for what?"
"Training!"
You tried to elbow him in the side, only earning a tired chuckle. Even in your sleep-addled state, it threw you for a loop. Sova of all people was normally quite respectful of authority. If Sage asked him for assistance in the sick bay, he'd head over as soon as possible. When Killjoy needed someone to lend a bit of muscle in her lab, Sova would be one of the first to offer to help.
If Brimstone wanted them in the shooting range by six that morning, Sova would be there 15 minutes early. What had gotten into him?
"Come on Sasha, I'm so serious," you huffed, now trying to pry yourself free from his gentle vice.
"Brimstone's already gonna be livid that half the team isn't there yet! Imagine what he'll be like when we show up even later than them-"
"Y/N-"
"I mean, did we miss a time jump or something? I've never- hell, you've never-"
"Y/N, I-"
"He's going to make us run until our legs fall off-"
"Hey," he said a bit louder, his voice stern but still entirely too calm for the situation at hand.
"Listen to me."
"What?" You hissed. A pair of lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder, the sweet gesture making you want to scream in frustration and melt into him all at once.
"What day is it?"
You paused at that, your attempts to break free from his grasp coming to a stop. You rattled your brain for the answer, the adrenaline haze and the fact that you hadn't been awake for very long not doing much to help. Another bought of muffled laughter rang throughout the room, and as if the cogs finally started turning, you went limp in Sova's arms.
"Saturday," you mumbled to yourself.
"Hmm?"
"Today's Saturday."
"Good. And what do we do on Saturdays?"
Sensing that his partner wasn't going to tear the room apart trying to get them both ready, Sova significantly loosened his hold. You slowly turned until you were facing him, your noses nearly touching. His eyebrows quirked up in amusement.
"... We rest."
"Mmm-hmm."
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, resting his hands on the small of your back. You buried your head into his chest, pouting to yourself.
"I need to go back to sleep."
"Go ahead. I'm not going anywhere."
"But I'm awake now. Very much awake."
You could feel his fingers softly trail up and down, sending content shivers down your spine.
"Then just lay here with me."
You found yourself once more tuning into his heartbeat, absentmindedly toying with a strand of his platinum hair. You both laid like that for a long while, Sova occasionally teasing you as you both basked in the sunlight.
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i loved ur saturday morning post so much!!!
can i request a small one shot about how they got engaged since there’s a wedding 🩷
Sure, I hope you like it! Sorry about the language mistakes.
The worst best day of your life
Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Word count: 1,650
Summary: You had a terrible day at work and your girlfriend isn't at home, maybe your day can change.
N/A: This request is a prequel to "Saturday morning." Sorry about the language mistakes, and feel free to send me your requests.
You parked the car and huffed. It had been a hard day at work and all you thought about was getting home and throwing yourself on the sofa. That day you were especially tired. You got out of the car slamming the door too hard.
You went to the door and looked for your keys in your bag. You had a very low level of patience and you searched in a somehow abrupt way. The keys fell to the ground and you looked up.
“For God's sake.” You muttered to yourself, bending down to pick them up. At least Marilyn would be at home, adding a little joy to your day. You needed a lot of joy, of course.
“Hello? Mari, I'm at home,” you sang as always, leaving the keys in the cabinet at the entrance.
You took a quick look, but you couldn't find the redhead. You frowned and moved forward a bit, looking for signs of life.
“Marilyn?” You asked again. There was no answer.
You sighed and sat on the couch, yawning. She was supposed to be there by then, but you assumed she had gone to buy some food for dinner, as she did sometimes. You turned on the television and took off your shoes, leaning back on the sofa.
The sound of your cell phone pulled you out of what seemed like an imminent dream. You awkwardly sat up, looking everywhere for your phone. You almost thought you wouldn't get to catch it. You looked at the number, it was her. You picked up instantly.
“Marilyn, where are you?” You asked with a sleepy voice.
“I'm still at Nevermore. I had a little problem with the car.”
“What kind of problem?”
“It doesn't start, basically.”
You rolled your eyes and sighed, sensing what her next question would be.
“Okay…” You said
“Would you mind coming to pick me up?”
Normally you wouldn't mind, but on this particular day you didn't feel like anything. You snorted and looked for a solution so you don’t have to leave the house again.
“What about Larissa? Can't she bring you here?” You asked, crossing your fingers.
“She's very busy with the Harvest Festival, you know, watching over students and stuff…”
You muttered “shit” to yourself under your breath.
“Come on, please…”
You closed your eyes and nodded, realizing at once that she couldn't see you.
“Okay, okay… I'll be there in about 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, (Y/N), I'll be here.”
You hung up and grumbled, reaching for your shoes again.
“I've told her several times that this car would be very nice, but that sooner or later it was going to give problems to her... But no, (Y/N) is never right...” You said to yourself, while you put your shoes back on.
In a bad mood you grabbed your jacket again and left the house. As soon as you closed the door, you opened your eyes when you realized something important.
“It can't be possible,” you said, trying to open the door, without success. You had left the keys inside the house. You almost sobbed, but at least the car keys were still in the jacket.
With what little strength you had left, you started the car and drove to Nevermore. Night closed in on you as you drove.
When you arrived you went inside and left the car on the courtyard. There was an unusual racket of students without uniforms wandering around. It must have been due to the fair.
You got out of the car, taking your cell phone out of your pocket, since you didn't see the redhead anywhere.
“(Y/N), how are you?” A tall woman told you, whom you recognized instantly. It was Larissa, Marilyn's boss and principal of that strange academy.
“Hello Larissa…” You sighed unwillingly. “Where is Marilyn? She told me that she would wait for me here.”
Larissa smiled and looked back.
“She is at the conservatory,” she told you in an elegant way.
You nodded gratefully and went looking for her. It wasn't the first time you walked through that school, and you knew the way.
Marilyn was outside, waiting. You immediately realized that she was a little more elegant than usual, but with the day you were spending, you didn't give it any importance.
“Hello, Mari…” You said sighing, hugging her, venting a bit of your frustration for that day.
“(Y/N), what's wrong with you?” She asked you, pulling you away gently.
“I've had a horrible day. At work they have given me the tasks of two days in three hours, they have taken away my parking space, and on top of that I have left the keys inside the house... Please, tell me that you have them,” you sighed, on the verge of tears.
Marilyn laughed, caressing your cheek.
“Of course I have them, honey,” she said to you, reassuring you with her voice.
“Great, let's go home before I feel like jumping into the lake,” you said, grabbing her hand. She stayed on the spot.
“I had thought... that since the students are at the festival... we could take a walk. Maybe it's good for you to get some fresh air,” She told you with a strange voice.
You lowered your head, shaking it.
“I'd rather go home, really. I'm tired,” you sighed, apologizing.
“Come on, honey, just a quick walk. Besides, today is our anniversary.”
That statement fell on you like a jug of ice water. You thought quickly and remembered that she was right. That day you had been together for 3 years. And you, you had forgotten.
“Oh shit shit shit…” you said, crouching down with your hands to your face. “Forgive me, please, I had forgotten,” you said, clasping your hands, imploring forgiveness.
Marilyn smiled sweetly and grabbed you, lifting you up.
“No problem. It's not something important. But I am going to ask you for a walk,” she told you, moving a lock of hair from your ear.
You nodded embarrassed and began to walk next to her. You began to think about everything that was happening and a slight suspicion began to flood your thoughts.
“Hey, Mari,” you said, taking her hand. “What do you say that happens to your car?”
“Well, it doesn't start, I think the battery has run out,” she told you without giving it importance.
After walking for a few minutes, Marilyn came up behind you, covering your eyes.
“Oh, what the?” You said, surprised.
“Come on, walk a little more… A little more…” She told you, guiding you. “Surprise.”
When she uncovered your eyes, you saw a table with two chairs, well placed on the shore of the lake, with some plates on top and a lighted candle.
“Happy Anniversary, (Y/N)”
You blinked several times to confirm that what you were seeing was real. Certainly his behavior seemed suspicious to you since you arrived, but you did not expect something like that. You were tired, and you'd had a horrible day, but you couldn't help being excited.
“Marilyn, what, what is this?” You asked, smiling for the first time all day.
“Well, a romantic dinner. Three years are not a few time together,” she told you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
“Fuck… Thank you, really,” you sighed, giving her another kiss.
Marilyn made a playful face and glanced at her watch.
“Come on, let's have dinner, it will be cold,” she said, pulling your hand towards the table.
Little by little your mood improved. It was something totally unexpected. In part you felt guilty for forgetting, but maybe if you hadn't, you wouldn't be there.
When you were already having dessert, a noise like an explosion filled the place. Marilyn got up and grabbed you again, making you stand up as well.
“Hey, I still have some cake left,” you said, complaining.
Marilyn guided you to a place a little further from the table, from where you could see lights and colors in the sky.
“I think you liked fireworks, right? From here you can see those of the fair,” she said, with a slightly nervous voice.
“Yes, I like them. How lucky to be able to see them from here,” you said, looking at that spectacle.
After a few minutes of colors and explosions, Marilyn took both of your hands, and she guided you to look at her.
“(Y/N), I want you to know that you are the love of my life,” she said to you unexpectedly.
You smiled in amusement at that statement.
“What's that about?” You asked a little excited.
“I just want you to know that I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” she said, reaching for something in her jacket.
You leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped you. When you were going to try again she got on her knees. You widened your eyes in surprise.
“(Y/N), will you marry me?” she asked, uncovering a small box, which kept a ring.
“Oh my God,” you said with a small voice. A big smile formed on your face. You could barely talk, but you had to.
“Of, of course I will. Yes, yes!” You said giving little jumps of joy. You pulled your girlfriend's hand to make her get up from the ground, kissing her until she was almost out of breath. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes.
Marilyn pulled away from you for a moment and took your hand, sliding the ring into your finger.
“It's beautiful Marilyn… Oh my God, I love you, I love you, I love you!”
“Me too my love… Me too.”
Thus ended what seemed like the worst day of your life. All the tiredness and bad mood that you accumulated disappeared suddenly under the light of those fireworks. It was for sure the worst best day of your life.
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HI!!! HELLOO! I go anonymously bc Im a coward like that🙃 BUT im a really big fan of ur writing and Im really hungry for some badass reader💪 if im bothering then please feel free to ignore me✌🏻 but if im not can I request where Dazai's s/o was specifically targeted by strong assassins only for s/o to kill all of them (despite being injured and whatnot, u know that shonen thing where the character is bloody af yet they still standing strong and mighty) and s/o was like "only a 100 of u, how boring" or something like that.
Hi! Hello there! Annons hold a special place in my heart don't you worry. Anyway, thank you so much; both for making me blush (I look like a huge dork smiling at my laptop) and for slipping into my inbox. I am always up to write badass self inserts, my friend; it's horribly guilty pleasure of mine along with angst. My long winded point being I hope you enjoy, and feel free to ask/request anytime you'd like. <3333
The sight was chilling:
Assassins, armed to the teeth, more than you could count and more in the shadows beyond your vision; you, backed into a an abandoned building and locked in. On a pair of lips, a smile.
Down a body, blood was dripping, into a pair of eyes, down heated skin and hitting the ground beneath feet standing among the pearls of vermilion rain.
And when your eyes lifted again, your hands poised to kill, the enemies before you realized their mistake when they had taken the job of killing you.
You see, they had been cocky; they had approached your enemies who had offered them a hefty sum for your head along with a warning: that every other assassin, solo or otherwise, had been mailed back with a hole in their chest.
And that no enemy of yours ever survived your ability to tell the tale.
They had made the mistake of calling you their prey; and only now were they realizing that they had trapped themselves with one of the most dangerous individuals in Port Mafia history.
And you knew it, too.
"How many times," you sighed, "will Mori send his goons to come after me before he realizes that I am not someone who can be taken down by petty mercenaries?"
Promptly, as if to prove your point, one such idiot dropped from the ceiling, the rafters creaking as they fell, alerting you the assailant at your back.
You turned, gun already in your hand.
You finger squeezed the trigger
And the man was dead by the time he hit the floor.
"How rude," you sniffed, nudging the body with your toe. "I don't suppose any of you have better manners?"
No one moved.
"Pity. I was so hoping this would be more fun."
"Don't act like we haven't gotten a few good hits in. The blood all over you would say otherwise."
You interest peaked. Finally. Slowly, you turned to the voice, finding a young man, dark haired with shocking light eyes staring defiantly back you. It did little to mask the fear you could sense on him; it clung to him, crept through him like rot, and it exhilarated you.
"I suppose you're right," you murmured, coming towards him. You grinned as you saw him visibly flinch away, your smile stretching even more as he tried to play it off; it didn't matter. You had seen the fear and he knew it. That was all that mattered. "But the question is how much of this blood is mine" you paused, wiping a streak of the red liquid from the corner of his own mouth.
"and how much if it is the blood of your dear comrades who got stupid, sloppy, and shot?"
Horror came next; horror, revulsion, terror. All of it flashed through him at your answer, hot and exciting, and you could feel your ability rising, begging to be released as his emotions fed into it. "You're evil."
"Am I? Let's not forget who was attacked here and who backed me into a corner. You'd never blame a cornered cat for clawing, would you?"
"Would any of you?" you called, turning in a slow circle, toying with your prey with a lazy smile. They all knew the outcome of this; yourself included. It was only a matter of time; that and of the hazy red spreading from your hands, humming with energy and thickening the smell of blood in the already soaked room. Like it was raising the stuff from the cement floors it had soaked into, it swam through your mind, clouded your vision, and left you aching, starving for more.
And when your eyes sharpened, the clock ran down to the final second -
and the room exploded into chaos.
As if in warning, the men began to run for the door, the coming madness now announced and inescapable. Your ability ran through you like lightening, charging your veins and sending your pulse racing; a twisted, spectral form emerging from the place between your shoulder blades.
Kill, it hissed, writhing on the thin leash you still had on it. It was asking; kill.
You nodded, and you felt the chain sever; it snapped somewhere deep within you and sent the beast past you in a torrent of danger, fear and anger as you whispered your command.
"Kill."
It was over in seconds. You would be assassins were strewn across the floor, blood streaming from throats and chests, gouges akin to claw marks stretching and tearing through the fragile skin as the demon vanished, once again settling back to it's place in the cavern of your chest to lap at the rewarding blood that coated it's hands. Your shadow would sleep now, satiated by the price of bodies falling and screams and you cringed at the thought. Slowly, you stepped towards the only survivor; huddling in a corner, now well and truly afraid with no second thought spared for his pride as he scrambled as far away from you as he could be. Those light eyes peered out at you from the silvery-red curtain that covered his face, staring dead at you as you knelt down.
But where there had been merciless fury only seconds ago he saw...
sorrow.
He saw sorrow as you whispered your instructions to him, then vanished without a second glance into the night beyond the door you were never supposed to leave.
Tell Mori, you'd said, that I find no pleasure in killing off his hired help. And tell him that I will continue to do so until he vanishes from our lives or lies dead at our feet.
/
Far above, the wind howling against you, you watched your messenger scuttle off towards the complex that rose, imposing as a mountain in the distance. Beside you, Dazai was quiet, the both of you scanning the surroundings in silence; the only thing you chose to feel at that moment was his arms around you; barely 19 and still, each others only allies in the world.
"I don't like you gambling your life to send a message," he murmured, the sound low against the shell of your ear. "Especially for risky plan we don't know will pay off."
"How could it not," you replied, leaning into him against the furious chill that swept around you in it's unending maelstrom. "Word gets out in a city like this, and no one likes being sent on suicide missions. From there, Mori will be forced to hunt us down himself if he wants us dead as badly as he says he does."
"And then?"
When you looked into his eyes, you knew the look there mirrored your own: it didn't dare be hopeful, but it carried the weight of possibility so sweet that you couldn't help the swell of joy that flooded you at the thought as you answered.
"And then we kill him. We kill him and get out of this city and we start a life somewhere we know we'll be safe. Even beyond death; we'll make it so we'll never be hunted by Mori Oagai, his ghost, or his drones."
It was a vow sealed by fury, by loss, by the countless nights you had spent cursing the man who had given you a place in the world. It was a vow sealed by love for the person right in front of you, for the future that was so close it hurt;
you both wanted it desperately. You were ready for it.
You were ready to be untouchable.
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OMG!! oMG!! Ur dad!Mario kid!Luigi fic has me going insane. It's soo cute! Ur a genius!! i never imagined Mario as a buff dad b4 but it makes so much sense here in ur writing. All i can think about is a tiny baby Weeg and Mario alone in an apt. or house, doing everything they can for each other, feeling like it's just them against the world. Thinking about the way Mario gave up his dreams for baby weegi to live a happy life and how'd he do it again &again as many times needed. I'm pretty sure he'd straight up die for him(plz don't weegi and the audience would NOT like that) I love ur writing and how u set up the characters and interactions with each other. It Soo !!!!! Also the way u wrote Mario being so scared of not being enough and turning out like his shit parents. JEEZ if that didn't feel like a brick to the face. During the pandemic when I had just turned 17 i was left in charge of my baby niece (and younger sibs). No one wanted her cuz they claimed that taking care of an infant was too much, even worse with the added bonus of a virus. I didn't really get much of a choice but it didn't matter cuz I wouldve sold my limbs off they hadn't decided on me. Bcuz let me tell u the sec I locked eyes with her i had already fallen in love, and when she fell asleep cradled in my arms it was already sealed. (I absolutely melted when the bros met each other 4 the 1st time 🥺) They were the most stressful & tough times I've had but my God if it wasn't the best thing to ever happen in my life. I lost things & ive lost friends but not once did i ever regret having her in my life. Seeing ur Mario portrayed like this, as a guy carrying so much weight and insecurities with him, trying to do his best for his little brother, for his KID whom he loves with his WHOLE heart, just warms me up. Its so sweet and wholesome. Ur fic is always gonna have a special place in my heart.
I have questions but I feel like i already clogged up this ask lol so I'll do it later, hope u have a good day/night-🍊(<- me :DD)
Omfg I might actually cry, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING ME THIS ANON!
I'm so incredibly happy you like my AU, and the way you talk about it is exactly the way I wanted people to see my characters, so this makes me so happy! Also, you're so amazing for doing that for your niece and your Siblings! I'm the youngest sibling myself but in some households, like you know, parents aren't the most present. 99% of my life has been me looking up to my older sisters, who have given so much to raise me and keep me safe rather than my parents, so this fic is dedicated to them in a way because of how much I love them for what they did for me.
Mario and Luigi are the sweetest boys ever and they're incredible, they have a lot of internal doubt because of their unfortunate living circumstances but I'm a sucker for a happy ending so rest assured, these boys will be getting one! Mario has buff dad energy and perhaps, POTENTIALLY, Peach will have buff mum energy soon 👀
Thank you so much again and IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS FEEL FREE TO ASK BECAUSE ID LOVE TO ANSWER THEM
#writing#fanfic#super mario#super mario bros#writing comissions#luigi#mario and luigi#super mario movie#super mario brothers#super mario fanfic
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congratulations again on 3k roma!!!! and happy birthday ofc I hope you had a wicked cool day ⭐️⭐️⭐️ also! definitely don’t feel any pressure to write all or any of the requests I sent in cos I sent a lot 😭 but anyway luv u and congrats again <3<3
thank you love bug!! i’m so excited to answer all ur asks!! please feel free to send in more if u feel inclined!!!!!! u can never see too many bc i adore u 😚😚
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hello! its the dad crocker anon again! i’m happy to answer any questions you have about my timeline!
ok so first off, i was jace crocker, he/any, heir of life and i was actually raised by my biological mother. basically, all that really swapped was me and her, and a couple minors things (like god tiers, sprites, etc etc)
our timeline took place somewhere in the mid 90s and we all lived during that time. minus average sburb shenanigans, we all lived pretty normal lives, until we destroyed the world, of course.
my friends were roxy lalonde (she/her, witch of a void), dirk strider (he/him, page of heart) and jaye english, (she/they, sylph of hope)! roxy lived with her guardian (who roxy never clarified if she was her sister or mom) dirk i think was in the foster care system? and jaye lived on the island with their grandma and dog.
and while i never met nor heard about our dave strider, i know he atleast existed cause of dirk.
feel free to ask more though, i don’t really mind! i’ll probably request sprites for dirk and jaye later on but for now, thank you! and i wish you good luck on your finals!
THIS IS SO COOL IM SO OBSESSED W THIS!!!! youre free to send asks whenever abt ur timeline bc im sooo fascinated w it :) ty w the finals wishes i think im gonna be A-Ok :)
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im back again! just read your post with the code in it and spent 20 minutes decoding it, only to realize that you had reblogged the answer and i could have just looked at that 😭you live and you learn ig! i am now consumed with a desire to make a code within one of my drabbles (even though i am already behind on my requests in my blog) and i choose to blame this all on you /lh
anyway have a nice day <3
*bats eyelashes
Aw little ol me? Ive done nothing wrong in my life, ever,
Also behind?? On requests?? Couldnt be me 🥰✨️
I FUCKING AM SO HAPPY AND OVERJOYED P EVEN SENT ASKS IN-
but yeah i quickly learned to accept that I will
✨️never✨️
Get thru them all bc i have adhd, bc im busy in life rn so why not keep em open? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Plus I love hearing ppls rando ideas they get struck with outta nowhere so i dont want them to be like
"Aw wish aqua's mailbox was open rn, id ask this"
LIKE- NOOOO!! SEND ME IT!! RIGHT NEOWWW!!
So, the mailbox prob gonna stay open for awhile at least for me
I hope u get thru ur pile soon tho, and have fun doing it!
Im glad u liked suffered over lol the encoding bit!
:D tysm for the ask!! I'm rambley u guys feel free to always send smth in even just to chat I love it :)
Safe Travels,
💀♒️
#my replies#haha love that u arent even the first person thats happened to#i actually REALLYY wanna include more ARG stuff in my writing#i love interactive things both as a reader and as an author#plus it seemed perfectly on brand for genshin impact self aware au#sagau fits great with meta stuff like that 👍#genshin impact#genshin sagau#ask box open#sagau
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so sorry this is super belated, been having some health problems I'm too scared to make a doctor's appointment for....ahaha...o dear, so that + depression + not liking my writing + a baby whiskered furry bastard = no motivation to...write anything. :( what a fun start to 2023~
gonna try and make a couple easy hc / concept posts this week, so fingers crossed!
anyway, i have some asks to answer<3
cw: some implications of breeding, mentions of sex workers/brothels, beastfolks
happy new year <3
--anonymous
hope you had a good one too, love!
(not a request) thoughts about a yandere! mummy or even yandere! Egyptian gods?
--anonymous
i have a couple of old ideas on anubis if he'd count? never posted them tho. i also did a concept on him too! clickie here
i completely forgot i did him!!! thanks for the reminder <3 that said, depends on how the mummy would've looked like lol they're really just glorified zombies, no? I'm not a fan of...rotting monsters, but I'm not against writing them either, really just depends!
i absolutely love love the idea of the beastfolk having brothels filled with humans, do you have any more ideas about that?
--anonymous
ye, i have a couple where there are 'permanent' resident workers but are virtually untouchable because the owner of the brothel liked them too much to sell them out from their business but had no qualms about seeing them being...used, so to say. def will get messy if a patron (attempts to) claim them though.
and there are other ideas on where there are brothels for breeder workers (both human and beastfolk workers, actually) too iirc. i have several more as well, but it had been a while since i thought about my beastfolk au so they're vague to me atm. feel free to send more asks in about it (and go specific if you want!), i'll probably clear my inbox again and open it for hc / concept in a bit later today or tmw.
im obsessed w ur writing, esp the beastfolks jelp-
-- @josuke8
and i love you too darling <3
i really do appreciate yall for sticking around in my long absence. i know it's probably frustrating that i haven't posted any content in a while.
i'm very sorry about that. been some heck of a year for me, some up and quite a bit of down, but i won't spare any excuse to explain it all. again, i just want yall to know that i love each and every one of you and i am very thankful that you're here to consume my content. even if you're a silent reader and lurker, i love you.<3
(except porn bots. i don't appreciate getting them.)
hopefully this year!!! i'll do better! if not, then please hold my ass hostage and put me above the alligator pit, yea?<3
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Your Beautiful Eyes
Reki Kyan X Reader
Word Count: 718
Requested: Anon
Request: I’m not sure if ur take request but I was wondering if u can sk8 infinity reki x reader where reader and reki started dating and like the reader is memorized but rekis beautiful eyes and maybe she hold his face up close and like wow ur eyes are so beautiful and reki gets all flustered and red I thought this be cute idea plus got inspired by the one tiktok audio that goes like “ yours eyes are like sapphires” I just had to get idea out but yeah take ur time
You loved Reki’s eyes and the first time that you said it to him was when you first started dating, you were sitting in his workshop watching him working on one of his boards once he was done he held the board his eyes sparkling and you looked at him and smiled, you walked over taking his face in your hands and smiled “your eyes are beautiful.” You mumbled “especially when they light up like that.” You watched as Reki’s cheeks turned pink and you giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose “come on it’s late you should get some rest before school tomorrow.”
The second time that you said it, you bumped into him while he was hanging out with Langa and the others “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” He asked.
“This is still a public place right?” You asked.
“Well yeah I just… You're never usually here.” He answered, scratching the back of his head.
“You remember that I said I had a hobby before?” You asked and he nodded as everyone apart from Langa looked on in confusion. “Well I wanted to try it again, you know seeing you teaching Langa made me want to pick it back up again, just had to wait for some stuff.” You lifted your hands to show your new roller skates.
“Wait! You skate?” He asked.
“I used to, I don’t know how good I am now.” You shrugged as you walked over the bench and sat down changing your shoes.
“Who is that?” Miya asked.
“None of your business.” Reki answered.
“That’s (Y/N) his girlfriend.” Langa answered.
“She seems a little out of your league, if she can skate then she’s definitely out of your league.” Miya smirked as you stood, you stretched your arms before you started skating his eyes followed you as you moved around the skate park like you’d been here all your life, you pulled off tricks he knew were difficult and stopped expertly in front of him.
“Do you know something?” You asked.
“W-what?” He asked.
“These skates put me at the perfect height to see those beautiful eyes.” You smiled as you pressed a kiss to his cheek “Well I’m really enjoying myself feel free to join me at some point boys.” You winked as you skated away, Reki covered his face and turned away from the group so they couldn’t see that his cheeks were currently the color of his hair.
The third time that it was said it sounded a little insincere but you meant it all the same, you got a call from Langa “Hello?” You asked as you carried on working on homework that you knew both boys were going to need to copy in the morning.
“Hey, um we need your help Reki kind of hurt himself.” Langa answered.
“How’d he manage that?” You asked as you stood up grabbing your bag and a small first aid kit.
“He hit a wall.” Langa answered.
“Send me your location and I'll meet you there.” You said, he confirmed that he heard you before you both hung up the phone and headed out of the house.
When you got to the restaurant you raised an eyebrow “how in god's name did you manage to get into this restaurant?” You asked.
“We’re friends with the owner.” Miya answered.
“Hardly.” A deep voice sounded behind you, you looked at the guy you assumed ran the place and shrugged before walking over to Reki.
“What happened?” You asked.
“I skated into a walk and hurt my wrist.” He answered, holding up his wrists.
“Oh thank god, those eyes are safe and sound.” You sighed as he blushed and looked away from you as you took his arm and started to wrap his wrist, the others all went off to get food or do something else.
“Hey you know you're always telling me about my eyes.” Reki mumbled and you looked at him “I’m sure that yours are better than mine.”
“Your wrist is all done and I thank you for the compliment and respect your right to an opinion.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his bandaged wrist. “But your eyes are like topaz’s shining in the sun.” Reki blushed again and you smiled “you're so cute.”
Request Here!!
#sk8#sk8 the infinity#sk8 imagine#sk8 oneshot#reki kyan#reki kyan imagine#reki kyan oneshot#imagine#oneshot#one shot#reader insert
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Be free my dear.
beloved, thank u 😚
below the cut, u will find a director's cut of scene 8 of my oneshot when she loved me (zcl)
request a director's cut!
first of all, u should totally read the full thing ;) wink wonk lol but i had actually planned for this scene to be the first scene, wherein reader and chenle first meet. way back before i wrote the café meet cute in "call me—", the plan was for reader to discover a crying chenle playing piano in the abandoned theater. but now, it's obviously not that way:
You peered into the room, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful music being played, but knowing that no one else should be here. "Hello?"
The music stopped.
"I'm sorry," you said, stepping inside the doors, "but you're not supposed to… Lele?"
this moment of recognition is the point at which i actually shifted it from my original plan to what it currently is. reader is prepared to kick this person out bc she just closed the theater, but discovers that the man who is playing this beautiful serenade on the piano is really chenle
"You weren't answering your phone, so I came here, and you weren't in your office, so…" He half-heartedly gestured to the piano. "I thought I'd try to… distract myself a little."
chenle is crying when he's in the theater, and in the oneshot, i don't actually say why he's crying. it's probably implied, but he's feeling incredibly insecure abt their relationship, and it's because he's listened to a voicemail from someone back home in shanghai who talked to him abt "commoners" using him for money and taking advantage of him
when chenle tries to get ahold of reader, he can't, which sends him into a panic. suddenly, his fears r coming true and he's desperately trying to put them to bed. but when he comes into the theater, ur not there, but the piano is, and he decides to play bc it's one of the few constants in his life that has never let him down
and ofc, the "distract" himself theme throughout the piece too
It was like his hands had been made to play.
this refers to him playing the piano, but i also figured it could have dual meaning for basketball, too.
"Maybe the money is how you show your affection, and I appreciate it a lot, but it's not what I like about you."
reader is assuring chenle, after he asks, that she is not with him because of his money. i actually once wrote this fic where the oc was rich, but she was all alone (like her family hated her, she didn't have friends, always forced to stay in the shadows and hidden), so all she really had was money. and because these sorts of characters only have money, it's the only way they know how to express affection, because all their life, the only thing they were given was money. (hope that makes sense lol)
The flood would not stop; he swiped again at his tears. "Yn, I—" I love you. "Thank you."
chenle can't say he loves her, not yet, at least. maybe it's not the right time or he feels is too early or he's just choking on his words, but i couldn't NOT let him say it out loud just yet ahah but he's grateful for all of the love reader has given him
"You don't have to thank me for loving you, Chenle."
THIS LINE is one of my most favorite lines ever. i can't spoil it, but it does make a comeback later, because i could not resist bringing it full circle, yknow? so here's reader reassuring lele that u shouldn't EVER have to thank someone for loving u, bc love should not have a price. it should be free, bc everyone deserves love, and reader loves him so much that she would never let anything stop her from containing to love him
He was clinging onto dear life, memorizing your every curve and edge…
And you couldn't help but think of all the words he was trying to say through his actions.
again, chenle doesn't know how to string words together to tell reader just how grateful he is and how much he loves her. he's never been this loved before, and it's just so much that he's speechless.
but like i emulated in the synopsis and the oneshot "the distraction", chenle feels/knows that this is all temporary, but he wants — NEEDS — for it to be forever. so he's trying to say all of these things, trying to tell u he loves u, to thank u, and to convince himself that this is permanent and not wishful thinking...
okay, sorry that was long again, but hope u enjoyed and thank u for humoring me 🤧 if u haven't already, i would greatly appreciate if u checked out when she loved me! it's my baby :')
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Hiiii omg i hope ur doing well it’s 8 am here and i opened my pinterest and i saw this…can i request like idk thigh riding while he’s in his suit? Thanks<3
remind me again, captain || s. rogers
summary: whatever you and steve had together was confusing but exhilarating.
word count: <2000
warning: thigh riding (<3), mentions of choking, use of ‘sir’ and ‘captain’, nickname (’bunny,’ ‘baby,’ ‘good girl’), prior consent to touching while asleep, 18+
an: im really liking this request thing, so feel free to send me one!
This thing you had with Steve, whatever you wanted to call it, was new. And you weren’t entirely sure how it started. Well, actually that’s a lie. You knew exactly how it started, he made sure you would never forget, but you weren’t entirely sure what had begun you two down this path. You honestly still dreamt about that first time, and it had been a few months since it all started.
“Blew it again, Rogers, oh sorry, I mean, Captain.” You spoke the words like they were venom in your mouth. The two of you, along with Wanda, Bucky, and Banner, had gone on a mission to retrieve some files. The files had to do with a possible answer to a string of missing people. Usually this was something the police dealt with, but not this time, this time it was other-worldly, which basically had the Avengers name written all over it.
You had quite the mouth on you, and it definitely got in the way of your relationships sometimes, but you were working on it. It was especially especially bad when you were frustrated, just like you were that night. It was multi-layered as to why you were agitated, and Steve had caught the brute force of your attitude, which he had admittedly gotten used to. But in your defense, this time he deserved it. The organization that was protecting the files had caught wind of Captain America being close by because he had to throw around that stupid dinner plate he called a shield.
When you finally got back on the Quinjet, no files, you really let him have it. The three others had gotten sick of your bitching, and walked away. That’s when he cut you off, mid-sentence. “I am the Captain of this mission, and I will not allow you to speak like that to me anymore.” His voice projected across the ship, he had reached his breaking point. You could see the vein in his forehead pulsating, his teeth were gritted, and he stepped closer to you. “So watch your mouth.” His hand landed on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you as close as he could.
“Why don’t you make me?” The words had left your mouth before you could even process them, and you hadn’t intended on making them sound so…sexual. But it ended up working out well for you. And if your words hadn’t surprised you, his next ones sure did. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” The words made your heart race, and you could feel your panties go damp. You cocked an eyebrow at him, a sarcastic laugh passing your lips, “I always finish, Rogers.”
And that night ended exactly how you imagined.
But tonight was different.
The latest mission didn’t require your assistance, which you were actually excited about. You had been on the last seven missions, and you were tired to say the least. But the same could not be said for Steve, he was the Captain after all. Tony, Natasha, Clint, and him had been in Switzerland for the past six days, and were currently on their way back. So, to say you were needy was an understatement.
You thumbed through the most recent book Steve had recommended, trying to ignore the aching feeling between your legs and the heaviness of your eye. Your gaze shifted towards the clock, it’s red numbers glaring back at you, 11:39pm. You promised Steve you would stay awake, but that was getting harder and harder to do as the minutes ticked by. And before you knew it, the letters on the pages got blurry and your eyes fell shut. The last thing you remembered was feeling the book fall against your chest.
Steve was the first one out of the Quinjet when it landed back at the compound. He mumbled something about a debrief in the morning, he had one thing, or person, on his mind, and that was you. If you thought you were desperate, Steve was beyond that. Six long days, lack of sleep, not to mention his frustration with Tony had reached its breaking point, and he couldn’t wait to take it out on you. Fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name.
He had dreamt about you every night. The sight of your naked body seared into his brain, which he definitely wasn’t complaining about. The breathy moans that fell past your lips played on repeat in his mind. The thought of his hand wrapped around your throat, and your tiny ones holding onto his wrist begging for him to squeeze even tighter, made his suit feel even tighter in the crotch region.
His bed desperately called for him, but he ignored it, pressing the elevator button corresponding with your floor. Luckily, only one other person lived on the fourth floor of the compound, which was Wanda. But she was rarely ever there, sneaking into Vision compound instead. For her sake, he prayed she was there tonight.
The elevator let out a loud ‘ding,’ and he finally looked at his watch to see the time. It was nearly two-thirty in the morning, and he had a hunch you had fallen asleep, which you did often after promising you would stay up for him. His boots were loud against the wooden floorboards, practically jogging to your door. He knocked, loudly, hoping to hear your voice. And not surprisingly, he didn’t.
Pushing open your door, he saw a familiar sight. Your head lulled to the side on one of your shoulders, a book open on your chest. He couldn’t help but turn soft for a moment and observe your beauty. The way your skin color popped against your neutral sheets, you hair strewn across your face and pillows, and the soft rhythm of your chest.
But this sweet feeling quickly subsided and was taken over by a more hungry side, one that had been wanting you for almost a week. So, he did what he normally did, which he had gotten consent to do previously, and approached you. His hand ran across your exposed stomach, finger tracing the hem of your sleep shorts. His bare calloused hand, disappeared further into your pants, contrasting roughly against your soft skin.
His index finger trailed between the lips of your pussy, using the underwear to collect any arousal, which there was a significant amount. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, he missed his wet you were. It made everything that much better. He could slide in and out of your so easily. You stirred in your sleep, his finger exploring past the fabric, finally feeling the wetness himself. Your eyes were screwed together, thighs clenching together to hold his hand in place, and next a small moan fell from your mouth.
Your eyes reluctantly pulled open, and you saw a familiar sight before you. Steve hovering above you, hand deep inside your panties already. “Anxious, were we?” You chuckled, a small laugh leaving your mouth. Slowly you rubbed any remaining sleep from your eyes. He let out a dark chuckle, one that vibrated through your body. Steve didn’t give you a moment to even think before he was all over you.
His lips pressed against yours, his usually soft lips were gone, they were rough and chapped but you didn’t let that stop either of you. He was hungry for you, and his movements said it all. He ripped the comforter off of your frame, letting his other hand wander down the side of your body, sneaking his fingers under the material of your shirt. The pads of his fingers were hard, and his worn out hand cupped one of your breasts.
A small moan passed your lips and traveled towards his ears. His thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple, back and forth making your body cave inwards. He knew you were incredibly sensitive when it came to your breast, and he used that to his advantage. His lips left yours for a moment, “I’m so tired, baby, but I want you so bad.” He murmured, eyes meeting yours. You wracked your brain for a moment, before you came up with an idea.
“Sit.” You demanded, before pressing another kiss to his lips. He listened without another word, taking a seat on your bed. This was the first time you got a good look at him. He still wore his suit, he knew you had a thing for it, so he hadn’t stopped and gotten changed before coming to see you. It was something about the muted colors against his pale skin, and the way it flattered his physique.
After untangled yourself from your sheets, you placed both your hands on his shoulders, straddling one of his thighs. “What’re you doing?” His face was full of confusion. You shushed him, and pressed your lips against his again. What you did next caught Steve off guard. He felt your panty-clad core rub against the fabric on his pants. He opened his mouth to further question you, but instead he heard you suck in a quick breath. You were enjoying this.
Taking you by the hips, he gripped them tightly, teetering on the edge of too tight. But you never minded the bruises. Forcing you further down on his thigh, slowly grinding against him. Soon this wasn’t enough for Steve, he wanted to hear you more. One of his hands released your hip, traveling down to your panties, and forcibly moving them to the side. Your pussy against the nylon fabric was like no other, a moan was instantly emitted from your lips.
“You’re so wet, bunny.” He could feel the wet patch growing against his leg. Steve leaned back, supporting his weight on his palms. He could have watched you for hours. Your hips bucking subconsciously, your eyes begging to close, and your mouth slightly agape. “Don’t hold back, baby.” He encouraged, making warmth flood to your cheeks. “Need more.” You murmured, desperately trying to catch your orgasm.
You felt his thumb land on your lips, this caused you to open your eyes. When you caught Steve’s gaze he spoke, “Suck.” He ordered, and you listened. You took his thumb between your lips, using your tongue to circle over the digit. Once it was covered in your saliva, he pulled it from your mouth. “Good girl.”
It landed on your clit, making your body tense immediately. “If you stop, I stop.” He explained, beginning to rub in small, circular motions. It was hard to concentrate, you wanted to stop and enjoy his finger work, but you didn’t want him to stop. “Steve, I-“ He loved the way his name fell from your lips, but that wasn’t part of your agreement. “You know not to call me that.” He tutted, stopping his motions immediately.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.” You begged, the fire between your legs fleeting. “You know better than that.” He cooed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears.” You knew you had fucked up. A feeling of dread, and excitement, washed over you. He wasn’t going to let this slide. “I was gone for six days and you forgot how to act.” He continued, his tone was condescending. If it was in any other setting you would talk back, but not now, not to him.
“I think I need a reminder, captain.”
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