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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬—modern mizu x reader
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Hey dears!
This is my first fic in this blog. I'm quite nervous since it's been years since I wrote something creative and something outside of academics.
Yes, it's a popular song nowadays and I do only listen to selected songs by the artist. Might leave this be or might create a part 2. Let's see <3 Regardless, I hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa!
Update: Since I love ya'll, here's part two: mwa!
warning: not proofread, smut (mdni please!), she/her for mizu and implied afab reader, mention of virginity and bleeding
oh yeah, mizu is your ex-gf for this one.
I don't really know if she cares or not
All I know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment
She's never getting back
It had been a few weeks since you and Mizu broke up. She had initiated it during the middle of the semester. You were too stressed out with your project and being in a demanding program, and to her, you were just too much.
That was not to say she didn't try.
She did.
She absolutely fucking tried her best.
Going out of her way to buy you meals even if she was busy too, buying the materials you needed, letting you cry against her, and even doing some of the parts you struggled with despite not even having a clue on what to do. Nobody could tell her she never even tried.
But like anything else, if it gets used to it, it gets tired. The constant fighting and the amount of time she had gone to bed with a heavy heart was draining her.
A few days after your break up, you had come and collected your things from her apartment. Her heart sunk as your frown greeted her upon opening the door. With the cardboard boxes behind you and your friend in the driver's seat waiting for you, it was clear to her that you were there to take back what was yours that both of you once claimed were 'ours'.
The once happy and comfy abode becoming gloomy and cold as the trinkets you have displayed, the clothes you claimed are still clean, and the books you bought but never read were now gone.
It was just her and her thoughts. Her and her memories with you.
And as the smell on my pillow fades
Her cigarettes might stay
Like a Roman Coliseum
A dry and worthless monument to our love
A sigh escaped her lips as she laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The bed that was once so warm with plushies and fluffy blankets was now cold. She rolled over and looked at what was once your side of the bed. Your pillow still smelled faintly of you, a smell that brought her so much joy and comfort.
As she leaned closer to the pillow and closed her eyes, allowing herself to take in the fading scent from your pillow, the image of you laying down beside her appeared in her mind.
"Good morning.." You whispered groggily, giving her a sleepy yet angelic smile. Your cheek against the pillow as the rays of the morning sun shone against your hair, giving it a brighter hue than it usually had.
A small, almost unseen, smile appeared on Mizu's lips. Her long, slender fingers tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture sent a shiver down your spine, making you grip the blanket closer to your bare chest, covering the love bites and hickeys she had given you. Her sharp blue eyes scanning every detail of your face. The way your cheeks was subtly smushed against the pillow, the flutter of your eyelashes as you blinked, the way your pupils dilated as you stared back at her.
You purse your lips as you stared back, a glint of mild amusement swirling with the admiration you had for your girlfriend. "What..?" you chortled, leaning closer to her.
"Nothing." She gently pulled you closer, hand giving the plush of your ass a light playful squeeze. "Just admiring..."
I still have your lighter
I still have your book
I still have everything you brought, but you never took
Mizu let out a groan, opening her eyes to the dull sight of her wall. "That's right.. She's gone.' she thought, rolling her eyes at herself for even feeling a bit of joy reminiscing about you beside her.
Pushing herself up, her hand reached onto her bedside table to grab a cigarette. Her back rested against the bedframe, she placed the cig between her lips. A Marlboro Red. Before you, she used to smoke blues, a recommendation by Taigen that never left her.
That was until she met you.
After meeting you, she went from smoking a pack or two a day to chewing on gum. It wasn't because you convinced her to quit or to appeal to you. It was because she wanted all of you. The taste of your lips, the taste of your tongue—hell, even the taste of your perfume when she pulled you in. She wanted it all.
Now, she was back to smoking. Your absence leaving a pit in her and an odd sense of loneliness in her mouth. This time, she was smoking reds, a want to forget your taste to cope with the ache you left.
Well, she was about to, but when her hands reached into her drawer for a lighter, she found none.
A small "what the fuck?" left her lips as she sat up straight, pulling the bedside drawer out fully to search for the small metal lighter she always kept. Eyebrows knitting together, she pulled out every item in her drawer but to no avail. Her lighter was not there.
What she found, however, was a book. Your book. It was already unwrapped and some corners folded in place of a bookmark. Her heart stopped as she inspected it, hand taking the cigarette from between her lips and onto her ashtray.
Mizu opened the book and began reading from the page where you left off. After scanning over the words printed on the novel, she set it down before letting out a huff of bittersweet amusement. Yup, this book was definitely hers now.
It was a mature novel. A damn fucking smutty novel.
"Mizu.." You called out, a sly yet playful look on your face. You walked over to her desk with the book in your hand, finger slipped in between the pages.
She looked up from the computations she was doing, head turning towards you. "What is it?"
Your hands opened the book, placing it on top of her notebook. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs you highlighted, eyes narrowing as she read out the graphic descriptions of the characters shoving their digits inside each other, each word describing the erotic sounds made and the intensity of the arousal the characters felt.
She gulped, swallowing the pooling saliva at the back of her mouth as she handed the novel back to you. "What...do you mean by this?" she asked carefully, cautious not to embarrass herself by revealing how the written scene made her feel some sort of heat between her legs.
Hands slipped down between her legs, eliciting a groan from the usually stoic woman as you slid your hands down. "Mizu." You bent down to her height and tossed the closed book on top of her desk, knocking the pens and pencils further back.
"I want to do that too."
You know where to find me
And I know where to look
The scene replayed in her mind like a video tape. The way you looked at her with such want. The way she pushed you down roughly against the bed, hand taking off your dress with such desire she almost ripped it by the seams. The way your eyes looked up at her as if waiting for her to continue, demanding her to continue.
Your back arched against the mattress, hands gripping the sheets as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Fuck.." Mizu breathed out, watching the strap-on sink in to your glistening cunt. A choked back moan escaping your lips as you bit your cheeks in, tears springing from the corner of your eyes as the plastic stretched you further.
"Halfway in, dove." She groaned out, eyebrows furrowing as if she could feel you through the toy, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs harder.
Your eyes glanced at her before rolling back as she pushed the strap-on further inside, the pain of the stretch making you whimper. "W-Wait...please.." You moaned in a whiny, slightly pained manner, a hand moving from gripping the sheets to gripping Mizu's arm.
Her movements halted immediately upon feeling your nails against her arm, digging into it and creating crescent-shaped marks. Her eyes traveled from the pained-yet-pleasured expression on your face to your hole.
"Holy shit..." She whispered, pulling out a bit to see it clearly. Blood. You were fucking bleeding. "Dove...I'm so fucking sorry. I—"
She was cut off by you pulling her down for a kiss. Your hands wrapped around her as your nails dug on to her shoulder, eliciting a moan from her. Mizu had no idea you were a virgin. It was never a piece of information she had considered nor cared about until now. In fact, her concern was placed on the fact that you were bleeding.
Her eyes widened as she felt your legs wrapping around her back, pulling her closer and pushing the toy in more. "Take it..." You moaned out, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck me...take me"
You were offering yourself to her, letting her take your first time.
Mizu's eyes narrowed, the feeling of worry disappearing as it was replaced by a carnal desire. Her hands gripped your trembling thighs harder as she lifted them up more and pushed you down further, almost knocking all the air out your lungs as she put you in a mating press position.
Her hips pushed the toy inside you, biting her lip at the wet squelching noise your pussy made. A moan escaped both your throats as the length of the toy was fully inside you. She paused for a moment before looking at you with narrowed eyes as if asking you for consent to continue.
The moment you nodded, she immediately pulled the toy almost all the way out before pushing it completely, eliciting a loud moan from you. Her hips continued to move, motion starting of slow but hard. The pain from your nails raking down her back stung, but she continued to move, not even bothering to move your hands.
How could she?
The sight of you taking her, all of her, like the good girl you are was scrumptious.
"Hurry...please.." You pleaded, thoughts blanking out as the pleasure overrode the pain you were previously in. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The pleads coming from your mouth becoming incoherent as Mizu thrusts in faster and harder.
She gripped your chin, forcing you open your mouth before capturing you in another kiss. Her tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth, smiling slightly as she tasted you. Her eyes watching over your expression as she moved, taking in the way your eyes looked at her and the way it rolled back when she thrusted the dildo in roughly.
Your legs trembled as you continued to lock her in, pushing against her more. Incoherent moaning and whining mixed with low groans and grunts filled the room. The tightening feeling building up inside you as Mizu continued to move. Her thumb rubbed against your clit, making you moan almost desperately.
It didn't take long for your climax to come, a wave of pleasure bursting in you. She placed her hand against the small of your back as you arched against her. The way you closed your eyes shut, the way your eyebrows furrowed, the tears of pleasure that streamed down your face, the way your cheeks flushed. You were so fucking beautiful to her.
Mizu snapped back into reality, rubbing her face against the palm of her hands in frustration. The regret of breaking up settling in her. She stood up and placed the cigarette between her lips again. Her feet making no noise as walked over to the kitchen to grab the kitchen lighter she kept in cabinets, lighting the red and taking a puff out of it.
A groan escaped her lips as the self-hatred from making such a foolish decision sunk into her. After a moment of thought, she put on her dark biker jacket and a bunch of rings she put on as a habit before going out.
There was no way she'll let herself live in regret like this. Not after you let her take all of you.
Call it thieving, stealing, but she's taking back what's not hers.
Thievin', stealin', takin' what's not yours
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Mafia Au (Part Three)
Mr.R
Mafia!Stucky x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns used)
Warnings - Sad reader, crying, eating of goldfish, mentions of 'stalking', just the boys being fluffy
Notes - IDK if I like this one, it's gone through a few re-writes, but I'm putting off other writting and my ADHD took that as a cue to get back on this instead, so I hope you enjoy!
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW
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“Boss!” A loud voice boomed, Steve and Bucky both waking up with a start, their necks strained. “Boss!” The voice called again, though this time closer. “Boss!”
“Wha’s going on?” Y/n mumbled, sitting up slightly.
“I don’t know yet, Little Dove.” Bucky turned to them, Steve standing up to address whoever woke them.
“Boss!”
“Peter! Do not repeat yourself.” Steve said sternly as he opened the bedroom’s door, a weary Peter on the other side. “Have you ever heard of a phone call?”
“I have.” He said timidly. “Which is why I called you twenty three times before barging in.” His words got more confident as he continued.
“Right.” Steve sighed, his phone in his room, Bucky’s too. “Okay. Okay, what’s going on then?” Steve asked, his hands whipping down his face, trying to get rid of his tired expression.
“It’s about, about, you know.” Peter tried to keep the conversation light in front of Y/n.
“No Pete, we don’t know.” Bucky chimed in, turning the corner, Y/n in hand.
“It’s about R U M L O W.” He spelled the name out.
“Oh! R U M L O W that’s how you spell our last name woop woop!” Y/n sang a little jingle and did a little shimmy, Bucky smiling at them, as Steve looked to Pete with anger in his eyes.
“Very good little dove.” Bucky cooed, swinging their hand a little.
“Why don’t we take this to an office?” Steve asked Peter, his arm gesturing for them to leave the room, Y/n frowning as she saw the two begin to leave.
“Wai’ Steve!” Y/n called out unexpectedly. “Don’ wan’ you t’leave me!” They broke free of Bucky’s grasp, rushing to Steve instead.
“We have to go talk business, My Dove.” He softly smiled, bending down slightly to give them a forehead kiss.
“Righ’.” They frowned and let go of him, walking back to bed without another word.
Bucky and Steve both watched confused, Y/n’s shoulders curled in slightly, yet no crying or protesting in sight. “We’ll meet you in my office, Pete.” Bucky cut in. “Close the door Steve.” He said as the boy walked away, the two men realized that something was definitely wrong. “Dove?” Bucky questioned, him and steve both standing in the archway, Y/n curled up in bed, a stuffie in hand.
“Is th’ business over?” They asked hopefully, perking up slightly.
“Not yet.”
“‘kay, I promise I’ll wait really good.” Y/n nodded their head, curling up even tighter.
“You don’t have to stay in bed, Dove.” Bucky shook his head, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him, something that seemed to happen too often.
“Yes I do.” They said, confusion lacing their words. “‘Babies stay in bed while the big boys talk’” They recited in a monotone voice.
“Buck, I can’t.” Steve whispered, unable to stay calm, Bucky nodding his head knowingly, taking control of the situation instead of it being a joint effort.
“I didn’t think you would want to sit in a business meeting, Dovey.” Bucky admitted. “We don’t have any toys in our offices yet.”
“I don’ wan’ toys, jus’ wan’ yous.” Y/n teared up. “‘m jus’ scared.” A sob broke through. “I don’ know the house, or anyone here, an’ I jus’ ‘m really scared, and I wan’ go home.”
Steve couldn’t help himself, he climbed into Y/n’s bed and scooped them up sitting them in his lap, their head in his neck as tears fell down their cheeks, little hiccups could be heard. “You can’t go home, Little Dove, It’s not safe.” Steve said, his words soft and comforting. “Why don’t you sit with us in our meeting? And then after breakfast we can go to that little toy store you used to pass.” He offered, knowing that maybe adding some more of their past life into their day to day could help the sudden transition.
“Really?” They pulled back, whipping their tears with their hands, hope splashed across their face.
“Pinky promise.” Steve smiled, the two sealing the deal. “But let’s find you a sweater, it’s cold upstairs.” He stood up, Y/n in his arms.
“‘Buck, I can’t’” Bucky teased under his breath as the two walked past him.
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The sight was yet again one that the Mafia bosses usually wouldn’t have been found in before today, Y/n sat on Steve’s lap, green sippy cup in hand, Bucky next to them holding a bag of goldfish, handing a few to Y/n here and there, and sneaking a few for himself. “Hi Peter!” Y/n whispered, waving to the familiar face.
“Hi.” He whispered back, already loving the addition to the group.
“Pete.” Steve’s voice was loud, everyone in the room listening intently the moment he spoke. “What’s going on?”
“Right, right.” Pete was fidgeting slightly, hating being the one to break the news. “Well, Mr.R was seen on the property’s cameras last night.”
“What?” Bucky sat up straight, Y/n looking to him, worry in their eyes at his sudden moves, though the conversation was going straight over their head.
“He was seen taking pictures of both the front, and back of the house.” Sam finally cut in, handing a few photos to Bucky, who showed them to Steve, the man’s hand covering Y/n’s eyes as he looked them over, Y/n’s giggle at least lightning the mood. “We’ve upped the security, both inside, and outside the house, plus there are extra men posted in our territory, we made sure to call anyone we could to keep.” He cleared his throat. “To keep the bird safe.” His words hiding the true meaning. ‘To keep your new found little, who was and is in need of a safe place to live, unharmed from their brother.’
“Thank you, Sam.” Steve nodded, knowing he was right to appoint Sam as head of security, his skills clearly proven to be efficient and helpful, even though they are the result of a hiccup.
“I suggest you three go up to the lake house, no one knows where it is, you can let the bird settle in without a bunch of our men watching their every move.” Sam added, his words quiet knowing that the suggestion was the opposite of what Steve and Bucky wanted. Dove was supposed to be able to grow comfortable with them in their forever home, with the newly made bedroom, surrounded by every day life, and yet a bump in the road made all of those things almost impossible.
“Thanks Sam.” Bucky said clearly agitated.
“Anything else, Pete?” Steve asked, hoping to change the subject to something more hopeful, and to stop the insanely petty staring contest both Bucky and Sam were participating in.
“Nope, nothing else.” Peter smiled, though he hoped to be allowed to go soon, the conversation stressful and boring.
“Everyone’s dismissed.” Bucky said in return, a handful of goldfish outstretched to Y/n, them picking a few goldfish up, waving as everyone left the room. “How are you feeling, Little Dove?”
“‘m fine.” They answered, looking back and forth at the two men. “We go to the toys now?”
Steve sighed, looking to Bucky before speaking. “We’ve got to eat breakfast now.” He convinced himself it wasn’t a lie, he was just withholding the truth a little.
“We did!” Y/n giggled, holding their hand up to Steve, a few goldfish left.
“Crackers aren’t breakfast!” Bucky said in a dramatically silly tone, Y/n placing their hand on his head as they nodded.
“Yes, i’s breakfast!”
“We’re going to have some waffles, Dove.” Steve interrupted, a smile plastered on his face at the image, two people he loved being silly with one another, something he would get to see for the rest of his life.
“Wha’s a waffle?” They asked, puppy eyes out, mouth open in excitement.
“It’s like a pancake with little walls for your syrup.” Bucky explained.
“What’s a pancake then?”
“Dove.” Steve said in a more authoritative tone, wishing the silliness away.
“What?” They asked. “I don’, why’s you mad?” They asked, hands in their lap fumbling with their fingers.
“Dove, look at me.” Bucky asked. “Have you ever had a pancake?” He spoke with a genuine tone, Y/n shaking their head ‘no’ in response. “Okay, that’s okay.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, his chest suddenly heavy, realizing that maybe his Dove really did think crackers were for breakfast. “I think you’ll really like them.” Bucky picked Y/n up from Steve’s arms.
“I’ll be down in a second, I have some things I need to do.” Steve was clearly seething, about to do something regarding someone all three of them knew, Y/n all too well.
“Don’t do anything rash, Steve, just take a few breaths.” Bucky tried to sooth him, rubbing circles on Y/n’s back to keep them calm too.
“I should have been rash months ago, Buck, I can’t just sit here and pretend like this guy hasn’t ruined people's lives.” Steve was on his phone, no doubt calling in backup for whatever plan he had coming.
“Does Steve’s rash hurt bad?” Y/n whispered to Bucky, him smiling at their words, reveling in the softness they exuded, and the pure kindness that radiated off of them.
“It does, Dovey, but he’s going to fix it.” He walked out of the office, Y/n snuggling closer.
“Good.” They whispered.
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hey hey! hope u dont mind being asked 👉👈 would astarion and tav from better strategy enjoy valentine's day?
i have never done this before on my blog but it's been a minute since we've visited the better strategy so rather than headcanon -- i can write up a drabble for you?
Pairing: Cleric!Tav x Astarion (in The Better Strategy universe)
Summary: Tav celebrates Valentine's Day. Astarion does not. And when Tav gives Astarion a gift, he's not convinced it's special. Or free.
Tags: Set in Act 1, Valentine's shenanigans (idc if the holiday doesn't exist in this world because it does in mine!), fluff, Astarion's pov, explicit language
Notes: 1K word count / dividers by @saradika-graphics
"Dearest, this is a dead flower."
Between his ivory index finger and thumb lay a beautiful red rose, shed of its thorns -- how Tav managed to find one in this deserted clearing full of spidery weeds and wilting mushrooms is a mystery the vampire may never solve.
Then again, that woman could find just about anything beautiful in a sea of rot and decay. The longer he's spent wandering the shores and hilly plains of the sunlit world, the more convinced Astarion becomes that she is not a cleric but a witch.
A witch that bewitches, truly, because if it were anyone else? Say... Shadowheart? Gale? This flower would have been tossed over his shoulder and left to the insects.
Not that Astarion is upset with receiving a flower from the Selune cleric -- the contrary, he would find this strangely endearing --
If he hadn't seen her give bloody Wyll and Karlach something just an hour or two ago when he'd appeared busy, nose in a book.
(He wasn't reading a fucking word.)
So much for that flutter of feeling special, like he's finally gotten somewhere with this woman in his not-so grand scheme.
"I don't need a participation weed," he adds in a sickeningly sweet voice as he holds the flower back to her. "If you plucked apart a bouquet to give to all of us so that we are more inclined to visit that Githyanki Creche you've yammered on about for the last few days, then I cannot--"
"It isn't!" Tav interrupts in a squeak, effectively quieting his dramatics. She holds her fists, one hand over the other, to her chest.
He can practically smell the eagerness rolling off of her in waves.
"It... well, it's a gift," she explains. "Not a bribe."
"A gift," he repeats.
"Yes. For Valentine's Day."
"Valentine's Day?" he repeats again, unconvinced.
The half-elf smiles small. "A small festivity my people celebrate. Typically met with gifts, particularly food. We're running out of rations, though, so I thought it ill of me to--"
"Gifts are meant to be special," Astarion interrupts with a clearing of his throat, narrowing his eyes.
"They are," Tav agrees softly, as if she sees nothing wrong with what she's done, and he scowls.
"So then how is it I am to find this flower special when I've watched you go about this camp offering gifts to everyone here?"
There.
He hopes she feels bad about it. Maybe he'll convince her that there are other things they can do if this holiday is so special -- something that requires merely stepping into his open tent, shutting the flap, and finally getting somewhere with this journey.
(He has yet to seal the deal, yet she provides him with gifts? Though they can't be that important -- everyone else received something from the young moon cleric, too.)
Yet Tav furrows her brow playfully, turning her chin over her shoulder. "You were watching me give gifts to others?"
As if he's been caught redhanded.
Wait.
"Well, yes -- I admit, there were other gifts." A-ha. Thwarted. "Admittedly they were quite disastrous. There's only so much I can find in the forest without something going awry. I found Karlach a ripe apple. Wyll, a quill I managed to dig off of a dead traveler."
Neither of those sound very lavish.
The vampire contorts his mouth in confusion.
"And what of Shadowheart? Gale? Lae'zel?"
"Gale... a frayed book from the goblin village," she continues. "Shadowheart, some bread, though she thought I poisoned it." The Selune versus Shar fight lives another day. "And... Lae'zel is tricky."
He knows Tav, at least enough to know that's polite-speak for Lae'zel wouldn't accept any gift that was not offered post-spar.
Which leaves... him.
With a rose.
A dead flower, yes, but it's beautiful and ripe.
"Why a flower?" Astarion asks, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is not as cutting as it was at the beginning of this conversation.
The vampire is simply curious.
He manages to glance up just in time to see how she squares her shoulders, chin lifted -- like she's embarrassed her explanation will leave him laughing in her face.
Yes, very curious.
"The color reminded me of you," Tav finally relinqushes, and Astarion cannot help but purse his lips.
"Red. Because of... blood." He tsks under his breath. "Darling, we must broad your horizons if your mere word associations arrive at colors--"
"And they're beautiful!" she adds in a rush.
The two stop for a moment to stare at one another -- Astarion, sat idly on his little cushioned chair, and Tav, holding her hands so tight to her chest she may lose circulation in her fingers.
"Roses can be quite dangerous if you don't handle them correctly. Delicately. Nicely. They're sought after by anyone who admires beauty, but no matter how many roses you see, they're always so... immaculate and breath-taking and beautiful. And so when I managed to find one that was live and well, I plucked it with my own knife and thought who better to give one to on this celebrated day than you."
Astarion can feel his throat tighten.
"And besides, roses are very sacred to the holiday, so I thought you should have it."
Sacred.
Breathtaking.
His crimson eyes study Tav's mortified face for a moment more, before tipping the petals towards his nose. The faint scent of the flower tickles his senses, and the vampire can't help but feel...
Gods, what is that feeling?
Appreciation?
No, something else. Something he doesn't quite have the word for yet.
"It is," he agrees slowly. "Beautiful."
Does Tav find him beautiful?
The cleric clears her throat and takes a step back. "If you wish to throw it away, then I will not protest. It is your gift, therefore you do as you wish with it."
When she turns on a heel to panic-run back to the fire, the vampire stands to his feet and disappears into his tent. With his back turned, he takes one more lingering inhale of the flower.
His gift.
Something he owns.
Something that is entirely his.
Beautiful.
(He'll find another way to thank her, some day.)
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In Sickness, and in Health
Pairing: CEO! Husband! Henry x Wife! Reader
Word count: 948
Summary: Y/n tells a white lie, which ticks Henry off, in the best way possible
Warnings: None really? I guess mentions of vomiting
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Requests are open!
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
“I am dying” I croaked to no one but myself, coughing and gagging down the toilet. Lets just say walking home late at night from work, without a jacket on isn’t the best idea, especially when you already have a cold.
Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, you may as well have thought I was a walking corpse.
*Bzzz*
My phone vibrated from the other room, causing me to sigh which then erupted into a tickly cough spurting out of my throat. Walking back into the comfort of my cosy bedroom, I looked down at the phone on the nightstand to see the caller ID
My Bear 🐻
Smiling lightly I picked up the phone, debating whether I should answer it or not, should I really worry him while he’s out of town on business. Answer is, probably not.
However, not answering his phone would also raise suspicions.
Clearing my throat as much as possible, I answered the call, trying to prepare myself as much as possible.
(The Phone Call)
Henry: Hey love, why’d you take so long to answer? You alright?
Typical Henry, always overthinking and being overprotective
Y/n: Y-yeah I was just in the toilet, sorry bear. Why’d you call?
Henry: Do I need an excuse to call my wife?
Y/n: Hmm I guess not, you missin' me that much huh
Henry: Yeah I guess you could say that. Are you sure you’re alright, you’re sounding kinda nasally love, are you feeling poorly?
Busted. Well may as well keep up the act now
Y/n: NO! I mean no i’m feeling fine babe, just a bit of a blocked nose, you know how it is
Henry: Mhm yeah sure, anyways the lads are calling me back, call me later yeah?
Y/n: Sir, yes sir
Henry: I Love you baby
Y/n: mm I love you more
Henry: We’ll see about that
(End of Phone Call)
“Sh*t” I said before breaking out into the coughing fit I was holding in for that whole phone call. My head spinning, sending me into wonderland.
Settling myself back into bed, I felt Kal jump in beside me, his nose nudging my head.
“I’m fine Kal, mummy just feels a bit poorly. Don’t tell daddy when he comes back next week okay? We don’t need him being a grouchy bear”
I cooed, scratching Kal between the ears, watching as he got comfortable beside me clearly also heading to bed. Turning off the lamps on either side of the bed, I put Henry’s pillow under my head, wrapping my arms around the massive fluff sleeping beside me.
Who needs a heater when they have Kal?
(5:30 AM)
“Here we go again” I said quickly, feeling my stomach start to jump up to my throat. Throwing the covers off me, I dashed to the bathroom, collapsing to the bathroom tiles to splurge everything out of my guts.
“You done yet?” I heard a gravelly voice say behind me
'well sh*t' I thought
Turning my head slowly, I saw Henry looking at me his arms crossed as he leant on the doorframe, a dark look on his face. But it wasn’t one of anger, but he definitely wasn’t jumping for joy.
“Bear, what are you doing here?” I said, my head resting on my arms on the toilet seat.
“Well I felt as if something wasn’t right, and I was right, wasn’t I?” He said in a knowing tone, coming closer to help lift me up despite my head being in a frenzy.
“I’m so sorry bear, I jus' didn' wanna ruin your trip” I said with my words slurring from both sleep and illness, watching as he put toothpaste on my toothbrush.
“Open” He said bluntly, before starting to brush my teeth for me, reminding me of the times he’d do this when I would come home clearly drunk from the girls.
“Ok now lets get you back into bed missus” He said rinsing the sink, guiding me back to the bed, pulling back the covers and tucking me in tightly. A slight smile finding its way onto my face.
“Now don’t be all smiley pup, i’ve got a bone to pick with you”
“W-what” I croaked out, turning towards him as he slipped under the covers, taking off his shirt and throwing it at the laundry basket.
“First of all, you lied to me on the phone. Secondly, you know you’re a bad liar, so hearing you like that on the phone made me worry. Finally, you didn’t communicate with me lovie”
He turned to me, a tight lipped expression on his face as he brushed back some of the hair on my face. A feeling of guilt overcoming me, I felt like I was back being scolded by my parents again.
“I’m sorry hen, I jus' really didn’t want you to worry and come back early. I know how important this trip was to you, I didn’t mean to make you angry”
I said quietly, nuzzling myself into his chest, his hand going to caress the back of my head.
“i’m not angry babe, just disappointed. I’m your husband, i’m meant to worry about you, whether you’re healthy or not. You are my number one priority. Now come 'ere”
Putting his hands on either side of my face, he placed a passionate loving kiss on my lips, as I began leaning into it. Before my eyes widened, and I pushed him off me.
“Hen! I could get you sick”
“Hey, remember it’s 'in sickness and in health' it’s quite literally in our vows. I could give less of a f*ck. Now get back here and let me love on you”
#henry cavill rpf#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill fanfiction#oneshot#romance
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PEACH'S 2K MILESTONE EVENT
Hello, friends!
First of all, thank you all so much for helping me reach 2,000 followers. When I started this blog back in June, I never imagined my writing would reach so many of you, and I am so, so grateful to each and every one of you.
To celebrate, I'm hosting a milestone event that is open to all of you. You may start submitting requests as soon as you see this, but I will start writing for it tomorrow (9/4).
Some ground rules
First, I will accept requests for any KNY character, but I reserve the right to decline to do certain prompts if I feel uncomfortable with them.
Second, I'm sorry, but I will not write for Muzan or Douma, or really any of the upper moons. The only one I'm willing to write for is Akaza.
Third, if you submit a request for a prompt, please include the prompt itself, and the character you are requesting. If the prompt is one of those that can be either NSFW or SFW, please make sure to clarify that as well!
Finally, please be patient! I do work full time, I have a honeymoon next month I'm planning for, and I'm all-around busy. I will answer as quickly as I can!
Without further ado!
PROMPT REQUESTS
There are two components to this milestone -- the first is a prompt request. You may submit a request from the following prompts (smut, angst, or fluff) for any character, and I will answer with a short blurb (not a full-length fic).
THE VIRGIN SERIES
Exactly what it sounds like -- the character's first time
SMUT DIALOGUE PROMPTS
"Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart."
"We can't keep doing this," "But we can't stop, either."
"Why're you trying to hide from me, baby? Let me see your face."
"Kiss me again. Right there."
"Show me how you make yourself feel good."
"Who do you belong to?"
"If you keep saying my name like that, I'm not going to be able to hold back."
"One more, baby. Just one more time for me."
"I'm going to fuck all memory of him out of you."
"Fuck, that feels s-so good."
"I promise I'll be gentle."
"Oh? So you like it when I touch you like that?" .... "Yeah. You do."
"So what if I want to fuck you? What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm jealous because I want you so fucking bad that I can't think straight."
"Turn around."
"Look at me. There you are, pretty girl. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"
"Fuck, you taste better than I imagined." "You imagined it?" "Only every night since we first met."
Insert mommy/daddy kink of choice here.
"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?"
"Please, please let me cum inside. Please."
"I want to try something new."
"I'll share her with you -- but just this once."
"You know no one else can make you feel this good, baby."
"Are we really still arguing while having sex?"
"I love you. I love you so fucking much."
"P-please, I want to touch you so badly."
ANGST (SFW OR NSFW)
I can't do this anymore -- I can't keep playing this game with you."
"We're only strangers to each other now."
"I love you. I'm sorry that's not enough."
"You're too late." "I know."
"I should be the one you go home with. Not him. Never him."
"Stay with me. Please."
We were like gasoline on fire. And now we've burned out."
"I can't believe you just said that to me."
"I almost lost you."
FLUFF PROMPTS (SFW)
"Woah, woah, woah. I'm here. I'm right here."
"What do you mean you don't know how many parking tickets you have?!"
"I wanted to cook dinner for you." "Yes, I see you've tried!"
"I just wanted to see you, okay?"
"Wait -- are you asking me out on a date?"
Late-night pregnancy cravings
pillow-talk
The night before your wedding
"Happy Anniversary, my love."
"Nope, don't wanna hear it -- you need to sleep. No arguing."
"Have you eaten yet?"
"It's after midnight, what are you doing?" "You said you were feeling down."
"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" "I'd choose to be right here."
FOLLOWER'S CHOICE
The second part of this milestone event is the Follower's Choice. I will post a poll on Monday, 9/4 at 12PM EST for the following event.
Follower's Choice: pick a teaser from one of the following WIPs to be released this month (between 500 and 1k words). I will then let you all pick whether that teaser is NSFW or SFW. Note that Seasons in Love is the only WIP that will not be NSFW.
The Bitter & the Sweet (Part I) ♢ Rengoku x F!Ice Hashira Secret Pregnancy AU
The Great War (Part I) ♢ Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden Secret Pregnancy AU
Mirror, Mirror (multi-part) ♢ SaneKana Royalty AU
Rengoku x Giyuu x F!Reader
Seasons in Love (Part 2) ♢Sanemi x F!Reader College AU
#🍑’s 2.k milestone#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x reader#kny fanfic#demon slayer smut#hashira#hashira smut#kny smut#demon slayer fic#sanemi shinazugawa#kyojuro rengoku#giyuu tomioka#tengen uzui#obanai iguro#mitsuri kanroji#shinobu kocho#gyomei himejima
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Line Cook Eddie part 4 🥞
700+ words of flirty fluff, bad jokes and a musical number. Fem!reader but feel free to switch around the pronouns ☺️
Author's note: Hi friends! I seriously cannot thank you all enough for the love on this series of blurbs. It makes me so happy. I'm going through some stuff in my personal life right now and writing about a lovesick loser (affectionate) is keeping me sane.
Friendly reminder: This blog is 18+ only and minors/blank blogs will be blocked.
Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the honey divider 💖
If you'd like to listen to the song mentioned, here's a link to it on Spotify
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
"Hey Chef?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"What is 'Eddie' short for?"
"Edward. Why?"
"Is-" you try to stifle your laughter "-is 'Chef' short for Chefward?"
He gives you an annoyed look before shaking his head and laughing. It's an awful joke but he loves it nonetheless.
He opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He was going to ask, "Yeah, you wanna be Mrs. Chefward Munson?" But he figures you're not quite there yet.
It's 3pm on a Tuesday, the diner is pretty much dead save for two older women who have been gossiping in their booth since they came in at 1. You're busying yourself with cleaning the countertops, Eddie has his elbows resting on the window counter and his head resting in his, looking bored while he watches you. The radio in the diner is set to Soul and R&B, it usually is. One song ends and then "Baby You Got It" by Brenton Wood starts to play. You nod your head to the song and jump once you hear Eddie begin to sing along. It's absolutely not his usual style but he's learned it from how many times it is played on this station. You walk up to him with eyes wide, the two women seem to be so wrapped up in their stories that they don't pay attention to him.
"Eddie" you whisper trying to get him to stop.
He smiles at you and leaves the kitchen. You watch him as he comes out into the dining area, still singing. He walks up to you,
"Foxy clothes" he tugs at your apron string.
"Cutest nose" he boops your nose.
You're mortified yet endeared, a combination you so often feel around him.
The women are staring now with their mouths open as he serenades you. You're holding your face in your hands.
"People can be cruel, they say I've lost my cool" he makes eye contact with the women and looks back at you.
"But baby it's hard to keep my cool when I'm around you" He has most certainly lost his cool.
He holds your face in his hands, "Cause baby, you got it" your heart is beating a mile a minute as you look into his eyes. He looks down at your lips for just a second, then you both jump at the sound of clapping and whistling from the two ladies. You give them a sheepish wave and lightly elbow Eddie. "Back to work, Romeo."
For lunch you order a plate of pancakes for yourself. He places the plate on the counter for you and gives you a smile. You go to grab the plate and say, "Thank you, Chef. Do we have any peanut butter?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I think so. Why? Someone want a PB&J?"
You shake your head. "S'for the pancakes."
He gasps and covers his mouth.
"What kind of person would do that to my pancakes?!"
You shrug at his dramatics and say, "I would, they're for me." and pulls away your plate, horrified that he could have feelings for such a monster.
"Sweetheart, why are you tainting my delicious food? You a dog or something? Gotta put peanut butter on food to eat it?"
You swat at him "Don't call me a dog! That's rude."
"Well, you're being rude by messing with perfection."
You huff at him and sneak back to the kitchen, grabbing the peanut butter. You spread a thin layer over each pancake as Eddie watches you in horror. You pour over the maple syrup and cut yourself a piece.
"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?"
You look up at him before taking a bite. It's delicious, nutty, creamy and syrupy, all the good things.
He shakes his head, "You're committed to the bit, I'll give you that."
You roll your eyes. "It isn't a bit! Here, just try it."
He sighs and decides to try it. Not because he thinks he will like it, but because it would mean he gets to eat off of your fork (which is basically like kissing, right?)
You hold the fork up to his lips and he takes a tentative bite.
"I mean... I'm not going to die or anything. But I'm still not happy with you, missy."
In reality, the pancakes are fine, but the way you're sharing them together has him thinking this may be his favorite meal ever.
Thank you for reading! Take care 🥞💖
#line cook eddie#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson x you fluff#eddie x you#eddie x reader#eddie fluff
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you belong with me ❤️ Jin x reader pls
and maybe where he’s Taylor in the situation and wants reader ? If not that’s fine too 💕
thank you and have a nice day !!
You Belong with Me - KSJ
Pairing: Jin X Reader
Theme: Fluff, a little angst if you squint, best friends to lover au
Word Count: 795
Song: You belong with me
Warnings: none
Minors and Karens aren’t allowed in this blog!!
A/N: Thank you so much for this request anon! And I hope you like it.
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“Screw Kim Namjoon!!” You huffed as you shoved another spoonful of ice-cream in your already filled mouth.
“Easy, Y/N. Easy.” Jin tries to calm you down as he puts the bowl of chips on the coffee table, right in front of you. He props down beside you and puts a chip in his mouth.
“Easy? He called me complicated, Jin!! I, the most transparent person on this earth, is complicated? How the fuck that makes sense?” You semi-shout at your best friend.
“Not everyone has the same perspective, Y/N. Neither do they have the same heart.” Jin speaks quietly, his attention is trained on the movie playing before you two.
“Yeah yeah and I don’t want anything to do with a peson who clearly doesn’t share the same perspective as mine.” you shove yet another spoonful of ice-cream in your mouth.
“Oh really? Wasn’t it last month when you said you can totally see yourself getting married to this Namjoon guy?” Jin mocks you.
Your shoulder slumps at Jin’s reminder. It’s already your third fling this year and none of these were worth your time and effort. Do you even deserve to date or should you sign yourself up as a nun?
Your silence makes Jin a little worried, he sits up straight and naudges your side, “Are you hurt? Did you like him that much?”
You are so busy in your pity party that you did not notice the hint of something akin to heartbreak flashing through Jin’s beautiful dark eyes.
“No. Neither. I just am-” you pause, “Do you think I will ever find someone to love me? To cherish me? To be crazy about me?”
Jin doesn’t know what to reply. He wants to scream at your face that he loves you, he cherishes you, he was, is and will always be crazy about you. But he chooses not to do so.
“You are blind.” he replies quietly, averting his eyes from yours, fiocusing on the movie again.
“I- what? What do you mean?” You ask, confused.
“You remember when Jimin broke your heart, you drove to my apartment in the middle of the night?” He asks quietly, his eyes are now focused on you, gauging your reaction.
“Yes, I do.”
“I made you laugh with my stupid dad jokes. Next day you went back home smiling, nearly forgetting you broke up the previous night. Or that time when I stood outside your backdoor just to know if you are fine when you found out Kim Taehyung has been cheating on you?”
You smile to yourself unknowingly, “Yeah. You stood there for two hours before I opened the door.”
“Yes. wheneven you had a heartbreak, I was the one to collect you from all over the places and put you back into yourself. Even now, you are complaining about yet another guy and look who’s here to help you vent? Me.” he pauses. Jin is serious, he is not smiling, his eyes are not mischievous, which is once in a blue moon occurrence. You sit straight, without taking your eyes off him.
“The answer to your question is Me, Kim Seokjin.” Jin mutters.
You feel your head spinning as if it’s gonna detach your body and fall on the floor.
“What do you mean, Jin?” You place your question, already being half sure of what he actually means.
“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you. Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me” Jin gulps the thickness that formed in his throat he doesn’t know when and then he does what he should have, a long time ago, he confesses.
“I am not smart like Namjoon. I can’t dance like Jimin nor am I charming like Taehyung but I can love you much better than any of them. I have been loving you better than them. I am in love with you, Y/N. Why can’t you see that?” Jin finally says.
He half expects you to scream at him or throw him out of your house but what he doesn’t expect is you climbing on the top of his lap and placing your lips on the top of his. You place a chaste kiss and then reply, “Only if you confessed before, it would have saved a lot of my precious time Jinnie.”
“Does that mean-”
“Yes. I like you. I am not in love yet. But I realized I like you a long time ago. And nothing worked with those guys because I kept on comparing them to you. Deep down I always knew I belonged with you.”
Jin pulls you in for another kiss as you both find each other’s embrace old and cozy yet new and exciting.
#bts fluff#seokjin fluff#bts angst#seokjin angst#bts x reader#seokjin x reader#seokjin fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts fanfic#jin fluff#jin x reader#jin angst#bts x you
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2. LA - Oh! THAT Lizzie...
Paring: bottom!Elizabeth Olsen x topMommy!Reader
Description: You figured out who she is. How do you explain to your celebrity crush that you follow her smut and dirty fandom?
Warnings: smut, teasing, mention strap and cockwarming, mommy kink, fingering (lizzie receiving), oral (lizzie receiving), casual.
Attention demi: casual sex – both of them are in their 30’s, just met, no emotional connection developed yet, not sure if there will be one.. Hm..Need to think about that..🤔
Word count: ~3,5K
This is part of the LA series: Part 1 | Part 2(this)| Part 3 | Part 4
Credits: This fic directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here
- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)
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"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " You took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin."And you owe me a rose wine."
......
"Don't get weird with me, please. We were having so much fun. " She cooed reaching and grabing your hand in hers.
"I am not. Is just...." You laughed at yourself. You read a very dirty fic about here just a day before all this: how was this happening?
"What is going on with that face, then?" She raised a brow grinning "Are you blushing, Y/N?" She teased. You tried to hide your face and laugh it off, but she grabbed you by the waist and turned you towards her "Tell me." She whined
"It is just silly, forget about it." You shrugged "I am just a Marvel fan." You lied.
"You wouldn't be blushing just because you are a Marvel fan, Y/N." She fake pouted and dove eye you "Pretty please?"
Probably was the wine talking and your unlimited boldness coming straight from the tannin, but you softly blured out: "I read fic about you."
She smiled widely "You what? Speak louder, Y/N.."
"Shit.. Ok. I kind of read a fic about you recently, ok? You....” You stalled until she motioned for you to keep going. “ You have a fandom on Tumblr... a very active fandom." You whispered
"Oh, that? I know about it" She chuckled "But I thought you were a lesbian" She looked at you genuinely confused.
Her producer had told her about her MLW fandom and it's contents, but she didn’t imagine she had also a WLW one. You looked at her with a raised brow and a condescending smile
"Oh, I definitely am.” You smirked “ You have a wlw fandom, darling" you mumbled
"Oh!" She startled" I didn’t know that... And what kind of fanfic are we talking about, hmm?" She smiled and pushed you teasingly by your arm "Do you read comfort and romantic stories about me before sleep, is it?" She joked
Your eyes darkened as you stared at her trying to decide if you where going to be honest about it or just ignore the subject.
"They do have fluff. But is not what I normally read." You said mysteriously rounding the kitchen island towards the stove
" I am starving, can I make us some pasta?" Trying to busy yourself with something else and change the subject. She made abluntly clear that you should make yourself at home, so why not?
"Show me" She asked with a small smile
"The pasta?" You said innocently while searching for some ingredients and pans through her cabinets. She rolled her eyes
"The fics, Y/N. I am curious..." She sighed as you ignored her still opening cabinets "Pan is in the bottom one. Oil and garlic on the left."
She got up and poured both of you another glass of wine. As she went towards you to give you your glass, she touched your forearm making you turn to her. Her gaze was full of mischief and she had a playful tone "Please show me. I have the right to know what people talk to me all over the internet..." She pouted
"Lizzie…" You blushed at the thought of showing her all the fics and kinks you had liked and reblogged in the last few weeks
"I already know is some kind of porn, Y/N. Just show me" she said harshly and corrected herself "Please " you laughed at her mini outburst.
"OK. But first, is your turn not to get weird out." You warned "Go grab your laptop, you can read while I cook"
A few moments after, the pasta was boiling as you towered behind Lizzie reaching the notebook and logged in your account. "Before you go stalking things. Let us start slow, ok?" You say slapping her hand away from the mouse. "This is one of my favorites writers. She is.. uhm.. very graphic with her language, let's put it like that."
You blushed slightly opening themidnightcrimson smut fics lists "This is about Wanda.. And this about you" You clicked on Innocence trying to easy her into it.
"Oh, my eyes look good in that picture" She squinted at the screen trying to get a better view
"Uhum" you nodded dryly
"Don't you agree?" She asked looking back at you with her brow furrowed
"All of you look good in that, Elizabeth" you rasped out shyly completely embarrassed" just read it. Tell me if you have any questions about.. uhm.. lesbian logistics? I don't know" you shrugged and got back to drain the pasta as an excuse to control your blushing.
While you busied yourself finishing dinner, you spared glances at her: she was concentrated, wearing her reading glasses and resting her chin up with her right hand. Of course, the picture of perfect. She held a small smile and and amusement expression, sometimes clearing her throat and taking a few deep breaths. You even considered that she was getting a little worked up with it, and now you couldn't wait to show her some more advanced ones and play.
"Did you like it?" You asked when she took of her glasses.
"I have questions." She took a sip at her wine "A few." She chuckled
"First... How does she know I have a yellow couch?" She pretended to be weird out about it and both of you laughed. " Secondly, is my finger really that interesting?" She said looking at her hands, making small movements with a mock pensive face.
You laughed and threw a cooked pasta at her as she dodged "Getting cocky, are we?" You smirked "Let's see what you think of these one"
A few fics after, dinner had come and gone, and you were taking out the plates while she kept scrolling throught the author's page.
"Have you ever done this one?" She asked showing you a fic titled "Strapwarming" .
You left the dishes on the sink and went to her, hovering behind her as she pointed to a page on her laptop.
You started to throb just thinking about that day, that fic, and the fact that Elizabeth Olsen had slightly leaned backwards touching her back at your breast didn't make any easier for you to hold down a soft whimper.
"I did, yes." You disguised with a cough
"And?" She looked up at you, her lips dangerously close to yours "Can you explain me? I don't understand"
" You don't understand that means a dildo inside of you?" You raised an eyebrow sarcastically
"No, silly! I understand the concept. I don't understand the appeal." She said turning her gaze back to the computer "It doesn't seem like the reader is enjoying herself..."
You took a deep breath trying to decide how much to push her. You were both a bottle in, not drunk or tipsy, but your inhibition definitely wasn't in perfect state
"Are you sure you want to know, Ms. Olsen?"
" Please, Y/N. Lizzie. Tell me. I feel like I have been under a rock and this 'imaginary me' got all the fun while I was gone" She chuckled, the vibration of her chest stimulating every part of you that was in high alert. This woman was inebrianting and you wanted to play.
"It is about the obvious being stretched out pleasure, but also about the power dynamics." You said pulling her closer to you by her waist.
Your mouth so close to her ear, that she could sense your breath before your voice became clear to her "The thing is that I, hypothetically, of course, can open your legs.." your hand traveled to her thighs spreading them earning a small gasp from her "and push my cock into you slowly and deep...." your hands traveled upwards in her inner thigh, so close to her core that you could sense the heat irradiating from her - just to push her legs close again. "...And tell you to warm it up for me."
Still behind her, you placed your hands to either side of her hips, harshly rotating it in a way where her ass was up and her core hit the cushion of her seat directly.
" You can't touch it. You can't let it fall off. You can't grind. You can't clench around it. You can't even think about it without my consent" You move her hips front to back rhythmically grinding her on the chair "can you imagine you being all filled up with my cock, how good this would feel, baby?"
"Yes." She whispered with her eyes shut close.
Although you acknowledged how receptive of your advances she was being, you dropped your hands and left her. You went towards the sink again, noticing the shiver that ran through her without your front warming her back. You opened the faucet and restarted hand washing the dishes like it isn't a big deal. In reality you could barely think straight of how much you wanted her right there.
"And then what? I just stay here?" She huffed showing a bit of frustration
"Hypothetically, I might leave you like that for a whole day. Or just while I do the dishes. Or do the groceries. Or while I watch you squirm." You smirked "Are you imagining it inside of you now?"
"Yes" She gulped
"Cross your legs for me, sweetheart" you cooed. She did as ordered and you could see the spark of pleasure as she pressed her thighs together to get some sort of relief.
"That is enough of that, baby" You said
"But that is just frustrating, Y/N!" She whimpered
"Just read it through, tell me if you have any questions" you said calmly and end the discussion.
After a few minutes
"What about this mommy thing? Is a little..."
"A little..." You went back to the kitchen island, resting your elbows on the countertop as leaning forward behind her laptop"
"I don't know" She bit her lip pensively
"Well, be honest with yourself. You don't have a reason to lie." You stood and round the table until you were behind her again. "Are you going to deny that you liked reading this? That it made you all hot and bothered?"
"Well, I had some wine and..."
"Don't do this, baby. Just be honest." You inhaled her scent as she closed her eyes to the sensation of you so close. She smelled fresh, orangy, sunny. You couldn't quite put your finger on it "We both know how horny you are right now. Aren't you? Tell me you can't feel your clit throbing..."
"I...." she gulped again leaning into your embrace
"Here. Read this one for me, will you? I will choose another wine for us, baby" You said nipping the soft skin on her neck and loving the way she catched her breath. You had pointed her to the Mommy fic.
As you were choosing between the several bottles on her wine rack, you noticed she began to grind slightly against the cushion and smirked.
"I can see you, baby. Don't grind. Be a good girl for mommy, will you?" You could see her tensing up on the term. But there was no turning back now "what is the problem, baby?" You grinned "Don't you like to play 'make-believe' with mommy?" You stared at her with a condescending smirk and waited.
Lizzie thoughts ran through her head at lighting speed. She was troubled by the same sex attention, by how you called yourself mommy. And worst, she was extremely confused about why did that made her so damn wet and needy. Is not like she was a sweet angels before tonight - she had her fun and her experiences, but she couldn't remember the last time she felt that throbing so intense.
"Yes" She whispered
"Yes what, sweetie? Use your words" you cooed. You wanted her to break that barrier that she was holding so weakly at.
"Yes, mommy" hearing her say that shoot a wave of pleasure throughout your whole body. It was all you could do not to drag her into the bedroom in that instant and fuck her brainless. Instead you smiled softly
"Good girl. This is right I am the one who knows that is good for you, isn't I? You poor baby can't choose for yourself, can you?" You pouted "You can grind for a bit, baby. But don't you come without my permission, ok?"
"Thank you. You are so good to me, mommy" she said downing her gaze back to the fic as she moved her hip rhythmically
"Anything for you, pretty girl" her cheeks blushed at the praise "As you are doing so good for mommy, kitten. I will let you make one more question, ok?" You cooed pouring some wine for both of you.
You noticed she stopped her movements suddenly and nodded slightly as getting off a trance.
"I don't get it" She pressed her hands in her face "How can you do this, Y/N? Why I am feeling this? I am straight, God be damned!" She said to you with a suprised but soft tone. Shit, you thought the barrier was already over with, but maybe you pressed too much.
"Lizzie.. Why does it matter? You are feeling good, aren't you? You are enjoying yourself?"
"Maybe. But.." she runs a hand through her hair " I am older than you... That makes no sense."
"That is why it is a fantasy.. It doesn't need to be logical, Lizzie. Don't be so hard and judgemental. Just enjoy it." you said taking her hands in yours "Why does it matter?"
"I don't know.." She said softly
"Do you want me to leave?" You asked softly
"No!" She answered a little more eager than she intended and that brought a smile to your face
"Than trust me, it doesn't matter" you said grabbing her chin to meet her gaze "Do you trust me, baby?"
"Yes, mommy" she acknowledged making you smile at her easy subduence. It was easier than you thought.
"So come, you have earned a reward, kitten" you smiled and guided her to the couch.
You sat down and placed her onto your lap straddling you. She swiftly obeyed, resting her hands you your shoulder and looking down on you.
"Do you want to kiss me, darling?"
"Yes, mommy, so much"
"Do you want me to touch you?" You asked bulking your hip upwards against her clit. She let out a whimpe "use your mouth for me, babygirl"
"Yes, mommy. Touch me" she whimps
You placed your hand behind her neck and guided her mouth down to yours. The second your lips touched both of your let out a moan, you taking advantage to quickly press your tongue into her mouth. She tasted heavenly, her glossy lips so sweet and tender that you almost felt sorry for bitting it down earning a gasp.
You let her deepen the kiss and guided her hip to grind on your lap, earning a soft moan. Lizzie was ranking her hands down your chest yanking at your shirt patientless
"Off, mommy. I want to touch you" You smirked proud of how she asked you
"Just because you asked so nicely, baby" You raised your arms letting her take your top off and eagerly lap on your neck with kisses and bites. Your own hands found her skin beneath her blouse, blindly undoing her bra.
"Strip for me, love" She got up on her feet and striped down to her panties. She was beautiful. She was covered with small brown spots, making a map on her soft skin. Her waist had the exact shape to support your hand and you were sure it was made specifically for you.
"So pretty for mommy, aren't you? Let me help you" you reached out and toyed with her waistband. Her eyes darkened with you touching her so close of where she wanted you and she bit her lip while moving her hip against your hand
"Oh, no, little one" you denied pulling her waistband and letting go with a loud snap against her skin "Don't rush me. Let mommy see you." You leant forward kissing her spots across her belly and thigh "do you know how long I have been wanting this?" You bit her inner thigh when she didn't answer you and she moaned softly
"No, mommy" You smiled against her skin and hovered right above her clit over her panties.
"Do you know how many times mommy touched herself thinking about fucking you, baby?" She moaned when you open mouthed kissed her over the damp fabric of her underwear. She tasted as good as you thought she would
"So fuck me, mommy." She said grabbing your hair and pulling you against her "Please, mommy. I need you"
"I told you not to rush me" You bit her clit slightly making her retract slightly and gasp "Don't ruin this for me, sweetie" you smirked as you noticed her dripping core staining her panties. You where seated the couch and she was standing between your legs. You took of he panties letting it fall on the ground as you took her right leg and placed her foot on the couch, opening her up.
The sight of her was enough to almost drive you out of control. Her glistening cunt was dripping making a mess all over her. You ran your tongue thru her folds earning a loud moan as she pressed her hip against your face. You steadied her hip with both of your hands while you slowly took her clit on your mouth sucking it. As you circled and flicked your tongue with increasing pressure, Lizzie kept whiping and moaning while pulling herself against you and holding your hair.
"Fuck ...me" she asked breathlessly
You sucked harshly at her clit and looked up at her "Mommy gave you better manners than that, kitten"
"Sorry, mommy. Inside, please. I need you inside"
"Do you want mommy's finger inside, baby?" You cooed looking straight into her eyes while teasing her entrance. She was breathing heavily, her hair a mess and you could see her bottom lip puffed from how much she was bitting into it trying to stiffle her moans. She nodded vigorously "yes mo--- Oooh" She moaned loudly as you plunged two fingers deep inside of her without warning. The sting of pain made her stop bulking, and you began to lap your tongue greedily into her, collecting all the wetness that came out. Soon she was moving against you fingers and you started to thrust in and out of her with increasing rhythm.
Her bulking started to lose rhythm and force and her walls clenched around your fingers. She was close.
"Mommy, can I come? Please"
"Yes, baby. Cum for mommy"
She came with a silent moan, closing her thigh against your head while you licked every drop that came out and steady your fingers deep inside of her until her legs trembled unable to stand.
"Mommy got you, babygirl" you said softly guiding her to straddle you again, keeping you fingers inside her and letting her rest her head in your shoulder.
"You were so good for mommy, pretty girl" you cooed giving her a small kiss on her neck.
She was still breathing hard when you started to thrust slowly inside of her and she stopped you holding your wrist
"It hurts, mommy". She whined
" I know it does, baby. But let mommy use your pretty hole, ok? You have been so good to me, don't act out now" you cooed taking her hand off your wrist
"No mommy, is too sensitive" she said biting down on your shoulder
"Trust me, baby. You are going to feel so good." you flicked your thumb over her swollen clit earning a gasp "Give me one more, ok?" You increased the speed of your thrusts as her soft moans became more frequent. You inserted the third finger
"Mommy" she moaned riding you
"That is it, baby. Ride mommy's fingers" you guided her hips downwards at each drive, meeting her halfway with your fingers hitting deep Inside of her. In and out, everytime you took out you coiled your fingers reaching her spongy point over and over again. The sloshing sounds and her ungodly moans were all you could hear.
It didn't take long until she was coming all over you lap.
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Next day on Part 3.
#lizzie x y/n#elizabeth olsen x female reader#lizzie olsen#elizabeth olsen x y/n#wanda smut#mommy wanda#mommy lizzie#elizabeth olsen x you
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Rain saw my colleagues doing this and would not let up until I did as well, I'm already starting to regret it...
ooc: [Inbox is currently open]
[More info under the read more yes]
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(YEAAHG ASK BLOG TIME seeing all the ttcc manager blogs around lately slowly pushed me into trying it out myself since I hadn't seen one with my beloved boy yet, taskline manager enjoyers rise up)
(And of course now for the obligatory forewards and rules I gotta bring up:
- Not technically a 100% canon-compliant Derrick Man (well... as much as you even can with him), the one on this blog is actually based on a still nameless AU I've thrown together, he's not very drastically changed as a person though hes still grumpy and boring and full of oil but its enough to mention probably (he may mention things in passing sometimes too if the topic comes up)
- On the topic of that too, shipping between William and Rain and William and Chip will probably come up occasionally, im normal im normal guys im normal
- Headcanons galore, well- I mean as is a given for a character with so little official content to be fair, i don't wanna ruin the fun by listing everything though (also because we'd be here all day)
- This blog claims no direct affiliation with any other character's askblogs, or any other blogs in general for that matter aside from my main, all characters depicted in my doodles as well are my own spins on them and unrelated to any other askblogs too (please feel free to keep sending me jokes from other askblogs though like the spayed bellringer thing i think its funny as fuck) ((this is not to discourage anyone elses blogs from interacting though I'm just noting this so its at their own discretion))
- Please behave in the inbox, I will not answer any asks that are very blatantly explicit or anything, this blog is technically being run by a minor keep in mind, also this is a toontown blog so like... idk what you're expecting from me to begin with dude
- Speaking of me, feel free to bully William i love that but I'd appreciate if you... try to go easy on the me behind this, im the only person running this blog and im disabled with a busy irl life so updates will be slow, I'm just having some fun with my blorpos here
- Not every ask is going to have a drawing alongside it too by the way, I dont quite have the stamina for that, and sometimes the inspiration doesn't strike, my apologies
That should be all unless i think of something else to add here, YEHEA! go crazy sorry that this is so long by the way thats my bad)
#not an ask#toontown corporate clash#derrick man#william boar#ooc: (I'm insanely nervous about this for some reason already my apologies holy cannoli this has unironically taken me 3 hours to post)
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If requests are open and you don't mind, could I have Murtagh, Roran, Arya and/or Eragon's reaction to a chubby!SO being oblivious to their advances?
Hi there! Here on this blog, I always have whether or not requests are open right in the bio. :)
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Murtagh had returned to your home. Finally. By dragon magic and fire — he missed you. To be comfortable in an environment enough to discard his boots upon entry was still new for the Dragon Rider. Yet he would never complain. Definitely not. He had another reason never to complain.
There, curled up in bed with a book was no one other than his love, you. Nose deep in the book even as Murtagh walked closer.
“You’re early,” you smiled, eyes peering up at him.
“I have my reasons.” He pressed his lips to your cheek, softer than his own. He kissed your shoulder then, hidden by a night shirt.
“Tired?”
“Not yet.”
You turned a page and asked, “Did you want to read with me?”
“Perhaps later?” Murtagh kissed your shoulder again while letting his fingers roam the curves of your hip and thigh. “We could do something else?”
“We could paint.” You suggested, looking over to him.
A frown creased his features.
“What? I liked your last painting. You could be an artist too, Murtagh.”
Sighing, Murtagh flopped onto the bed.
“What’s the matter?” You set the book aside to comb your fingers through his dark locks.
“Nothing…”
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Eragon wiped the sweat from his brow. A common occurrence while tending the crops. More so that he had finished what needed doing. It had been a long morning.
Satisfied, the Dragon Rider stretched his arms over his head. He would do well with a short rest. Some time to himself if he could.
Brown eyes caught sight of his partner sitting under the shade of a tree. His companion and love who he would do practically anything for.
Eragon could rest later.
Walking up to his beloved, he was greeted by your soft smile. A wonderful sight.
“All finished?” You asked, handing over a container of water.
“Finished working in the soil? Yes.” Eragon swallowed a generous amount of water. “Thank you. I needed a drink.”
“You might also need to wash up.”
He hummed briefly in acknowledgement and promptly sat down beside you. Brown eyes roamed over your content expression and down your curves in affection. Still hot from work, Eragon felt a growing excitement in his belly. A thought lingering in passion.
“Are you busy?” Eragon inquired, index finger tracing around your wrist. “You could use water as well.”
“I’m enjoying the breeze.” You stated and closed your eyes.
Leaning in, Eragon lightly pressed his lips to the contour of your ear. “You could enjoy the water,” he whispered.
“I wasn’t digging out weeds and playing with earthworms.”
He nipped your ear.
“Hey.”
“I need to bathe and I think,” Eragon placed his other hand on your thigh, “you should keep me company.”
“You’ve taken baths by yourself before.” You opened your eyes and turned to give him a quizzical look. “Do you need me to test the temperature again?”
Moving his hands to his lap, the Dragon Rider sighed, defeated.
“No.” He pulled at an innocent blade of grass.
“Then go bathe.” You patted his knee.
“Fine.” Eragon pouted.
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I feel like Roran might actually say something or be much more forward. I don’t know how, but he might.
Arya… I don’t really know how she’d react, maybe just really look at her partner. Studying them or something.
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#eragon reaction#murtagh reaction#eragon shadeslayer#murtagh morzanson#eragon x reader#murtagh x reader#arya#roran stronghammer#request#the inheritance cycle#the world of eragon#where dreamers go
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Simeon 🤎
CW: AFAB!MC, GN!PRONOUNS
MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI. NO AGE INDICATOR = BLOCK
(this is another one i could write a continuation of tbh, if you want one let me know!!)
It’s been a while since you and Simeon have seen each other. You’ve been in the human world and he’s been in the Celestial Realm. Yes, you’ve called, but it’s not the same. You’ve been trying to make plans but the both of you have been so busy time keeps slipping away. That’s why you were in shock when Simeon arrived at your doorstep that afternoon.
“I’m going to assume you’re just in awe to see me that you have no words.” He smiles with furrowed brows.
You open your arms up for a hug and he returns the favor. You breathe in his scent, he smells like flowers, lavender.
“What’re you doing here?!” You ask, pulling away.
“Well, I wanted to surprise you…with a date! I hope you’re not too terribly busy.”
You shake your head and he smiles brightly, “Great! Then let’s go!”
Your first stop was a outdoor café. You both get something to eat and chat about what’s been going on in your lives. Your next stop was the park. Your hands intertwined as you walked down the pathway. You rest your head on his shoulder and listened to him speak. You could listen to his voice for hours. Eventually you two made you way back to your place of living.
You stood on your doorstep, sadly looking at each other, “I don’t want you to go.” You say.
“Neither do I…” He slowly moves his hands up to cup your face before kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning more into the kiss, not wanting it to end.
A line a drool stretches between the two of you when you pull apart. Simeon rolls his lips in for a second, “I mean, I don’t have to leave at this very moment.”
You smile, knowing exactly what he’s hinting at, "You haven't seen my room yet, have you? I should show you." You lead him to your room, and once you close the door, Simeon runs his hands all over you. You do the same to him, tangling your fingers into his hair. The sexual tension had been rising between the two of you all day and neither of you wanted to break it.
Simeon ran his hand down your pants and you whisper into his ear, "...Please..." That was enough to convince him to start undress you, and you did the same to him. Simeon pushes his naked body up against yours, kissing you passionately. You return the kiss, the feeling of his skin was almost too much.
You break the kiss to lie on the bed, waiting for the angel to follow your lead. Simeon follows and climbs on top of you, waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do.
"I want you inside of me..." You whisper.
Simeon smiles and follows your orders. He moves his hips forward and enters you slowly. He moans when he slips in, and you do the same.
He moves thrusts slowly and sensually like the angel he is. You wrap your arms around him, clinging to him as you both move in sync. You kiss and caress each other, the rest of the world could disappear right now for all you two cared.
"I've missed you...so much..." Simeon breathily says in your ear.
You feel your orgasm building up, "I've...missed you too..." You moan out. Simeon is right there with you, kissing you and thrusting into you as you both cum.
You both breathe heavily and Simeon slowly lays down on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, "You're my beautiful angel."
You smile and kiss him on his nose. You lie in each other's arms, savoring the moment. "You don't have anywhere to be do you? Are we able to stay like this for a bit longer?" You ask him.
Simeon holds you tighter, "No, I don't need to be anywhere, I'd love to be here with you all night, if that's what you want."
"That's exactly what I want." You say.
The both of you spend the rest of the night together, enjoying each others company, whether it be by talking or making love. This is the most you've been able to spend time with Simeon in a long time, and you didn't want to waste it.
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🌤️Challenge update 🌞
Okay, folks, based on the results of the poll, here is what we are going to do! Since the overwhelming majority of you said yes to keeping posting open, I am going to keep posting in this collection open forever.
Our schedule now looks like this:
September 12: Soft deadline for new works (tomorrow!) If you get can get your work in by then, you're doing great. Massive applause to the people who posted already.
September 13: All works that have been posted will be revealed around 8am UTC-8. Creators will no longer have a period of anonymity, authorship will be revealed immediately.
September 14: Official start of the rolling submission period for new works. Basically, when you claim it and finish it - post it! It will be revealed, not anonymous, and a part of the collection. There is no waiting period.
Monthly on or around the 15th, going forward from September: I will do a round up post on this blog of new works that have been posted since the deadline (if any). I may also sprinkle in a couple prompts I feel could use some lovin' throughout the months. I may also firmly remind you to leave comments. I may encourage you to make rec posts or transformative works based on the works you loved. Depends on how many cups of coffee I drink prior to crafting the post! We just don't know!
But this is not the end of our efforts to keep writing baseball fic!
Because a not insignificant chunk of you indicated that you would also like the option to leave new prompts, what I have decided to do is run this challenge again next year! The logistics of re-opening prompts either on a rolling basis or at regular intervals across the year was going to be too much for me as one person to handle on top of keeping up with new works and also just generally being a busy person with a lot going on. Also, we have 110 banger prompts this year! Let's give them some love before we jump into something new.
Our jobs for the next year: I will keep prompting for Year One of this challenge closed and work on crafting next year's challenge to be better and less chaotic; you all are going to start brainstorming prompts for Year Two! I do not have a schedule for next year yet, that will come much later next year, but it will probably be pushed back at least a month (mid-July -> late-August), so you have plenty of time in the postseason-offseason-2024 season to put your faves in a boba shaker and toss them around. Rules will likely remain the same or very similar and if there are any major changes, I will be sure to highlight them.
In summary:
Posting open forever: Yes!
New prompts in this collection: No!
New prompt meme in 2024: Yes!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you all for voting and special shout out to all of you who gave feedback, either in comments, the tags or in DMs! I could not have refined the action I took for the feedback I was receiving without all of your input. I hope this satisfies most of you. I know a handful of you wanted the collection closed and I offer my sincerest apologies that that was not the action I decided to take.
Baseball fandom is a small but generous community and I appreciate every one of you. With your energy and creativity, I think we can make it even brighter through this year and into the next. Thank you all 🌝
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His new purpose
Bbc Sherlock
Fluff!
Sherlock's life was, messy after every chaotic event. He was alone. His life was scattered. Even though because of John and Rosy he was 'okayish' in his words. He was fine if you ask him. Because he didn't know what being really happy, really content, really living felt like. What it's like to truly be loved. Sherlock's life was a dark night, and his friends were the stars which kept his life a little lit.
Like any other day he was going through some case files and was waiting if lestrade brings a case. Until his flat's door creeked open. He went towards the door and looked out to see a young lady walking inside a little, she looked innocent and he found her... To his surprise, adorable? Was that the right word? He didn't know.
"Mr Sherlock Holmes?" She asked. He kept looking at her. His mind palace ran like a bullet train. Trying to deduce her, all he got was, she's new to London, was looking for a place to stay, maybe here to be his flatmate. His eyes softened, barely happened before, just having a feeling of affection for someone by laying eyes on them for the first time.
"Are you?" She said again impatiently. 'quirky' Sherlock thought. But then he got out of his mind palace and replied.
"Y-yes, sorry I was disturbed by a ... A case, you?" He asked. To this she introduced herself and said, "I'm y/n, I was looking for a flat, and most preferably shared, cause you know.. high price, I bumped into your landlady and she said I could stay here, but I just needed to talk to you."
She explained everything very clearly. No, never happened before, that Sherlock felt a sudden empathy and... What was it? Affection? Wanting to keep this young lady safe? What happened to him? He just nodded and said, "oh yeah sure, surely you can stay. I don't want a young lady like you to be bothered here in London at my presence."
She raised her eye a bit, hmmm... He seemed.. interesting. She looked around the flat and saw only junk, well his case files, a skull before a mirror. A bull head or something wearing a headphone? Bullet marks on wall over a yellow smiley.
Sherlock saw her baffled expression seeing the flat so he said, "I'm sorry, it's just, have been busy."
"No no it's actually pretty interesting. Never felt like this to the other flats I went to." She said.
"Like what?" He asked a little confused.
"I don't know, just feels my own" she said, but immediately regretted, ofcourse it isn't her. It's his flat, she hasn't been in yet. Sherlock would've been irritated with this answer if it was anyone else. But it was her, an adorable little person, innocence flashing like light, but the smile, that smile hid pain, he could see.
"Anyway miss" Sherlock said, "welcome" offering a handshake.
"Thank you, Mr Holmes it's..."
Sherlock interrupted her and said, "Sherlock please."
"Sherlock!" Said she looking into his eyes, "but You're... Okay then Sherlock". She wanted to say he's older than her and if it was okay or not. But if he insists. "May I see my room please?"
"Yes ofcourse" he took her to the room where previously John lived.
"Ah, I love it, where does Dr watson lives now though?" She asked.
"Oh with his daughter in their house" replied Sherlock "and um.. you know him?"
She giggled to this, wait did that make his lips curve into a smile too?
"Yes ofcourse, who doesn't know you two." Replied she.
"So.. you read his blogs too?" He asked. Being known to her fascinated him.
"Oh just one". She replied.
"And ? You liked it?" He asked.
"Well, not bad, I didn't read it focusing too much actually, I was so bored in lockdown so I read one."
'brutal honest' Sherlock thought, 'like me?'. Thoughts raced in his head, why and how this person seems so .. so known, familiar, similar.
"I see" he replied.
"But..." She answered, "now I can witness your intelligence from this close, it may be quite an adventure with you."
Sherlock smiled and nodded, "yes, an adventure indeed."
Then he went to living room and she started unpacking. He walked with a case file on hand, but he smiled, he doesn't feel alone anymore. He loves her being here with him, on the other hand, she unpacked her stuff and kept on mumbling to herself smiling, 'sherlock' 'sherlock?' 'mr Sherlock Holmes ' 'what an interesting man' . She came out and met his eyes, he holding his violin. Delightful sight. He smiled genuinely and so did she. So that's the start of a companionship. Maybe more than just friendship. Perhaps Sherlock found a moon to light his dark nights a bit more.
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Min Yoongi | Are my feelings not important?...
Min Yoongi x gn reader
Synopsis: at reader's family dinner he saw how worried a very important person to him reacted to someone not feeling well mentally and got reminded about how the person reacted when reader felt like he could never be happy again
warnings: angst
Note: i will probably mainly write for Suga on this blog. He is like my ULT Bias AND ULT comfort person on this planet. He helped me so much so I feel the most comfortable when I write for him (and Jk)
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Today was the day you would be meeting up with your whole family. You were so excited, you haven't seen them in forever. You had a pretty good relationship with your family. But since they were all busy with their own lives and you were busy with your work as an producer at hybe entertainment you never got the chance to meet up.
It was in the afternoon when you started to get ready. You didn't put on anything fancy or styled your hair. They all knew you were no fan of dressing up and stuff. So you were not worried when you looked in the mirror and saw yourself with messy hair, some wide jeans and an plain black shirt. You liked your style.
So after you were finished getting ready you headed to the front door where your boyfriend was already waiting for you. "You ready?" he asked you as he eyed you up and down with a smile. He knew how exited you have been for the last week. You were only talking about that dinner and how you have missed them all so much. The whole week your mood had been over the roof.
"I guess you will come home late today then?" he opened the front door for you as he walked out with you.
"Yeah, probably haha" you giggled, growing more excited. "Well, I might still be at the studio when you come back so either you go home to rest or you come visit me after your dinner" he shot you a dirty grin before he started to laugh. "Yeah, we will see. Love you. See you later." you spoke fast, giving him a small kiss before each heading to your own cars. He drove off to the studio while you went the other direction towards the restaurant where you were supposed to meet your family.
The moment you arrived one of your aunts came walking to you. "Y/n! It is so good to see you again! Did you grow a bit more again? I swear you are taller than the last time I saw you" She always said that when she saw you. You laughed "Hello to you too! You think I grew again? Well I hope so!" you smiled at her. You really liked her.
"Come with me! The others are already inside" she told you as she lead you the way to the table where your whole family sat. You almost teared up at that sight. Your two aunts who were always bickering about something. Your grandma who was in despair since her hearing aids weren't working right AGAIN, your uncle who didn't speak much, your older sister with her bright pink hair AND her husband was here too! He was really introverted! At family meetings he almost only talked to you! With others he only said something when he was asked something, but with you he talked and talked and talked. You waved and smiled at him, he did too when he was you.
Next was your little sister. She was still pretty young, about 12 years old, but really cute. Then your stepdad and finally your mother. When she saw you she immediately stood up to hug you. "Hey my treasure, how have you been?" since you were a child she always called you her treasure. You thought that that was really sweet. "Work is great, it is really fun! And the people I work with are very nice" she nodded at you as your aunt interrupted you. "Yah! We don't want to know about your work! Tell us, do you have a girlfriend yet?" you just rolled your eyes at her.
Of course she only wanted to know that. "No, I don't" you said without explaining that you have a boyfriend. "Do you have a boyfriend?" your older sister asked you. Now a smirk grew on you face. "Yes, I do." your sister just smiled at you knowingly. A sigh was heard from your aunt.
The dinner went on like that. Just catching up on the lives of each other. In between you went to your sisters husband to talk to him since he couldn't really talk with the others. But you noticed that your younger sister has been awfully quite the whole time. Your mother seemed to have noticed too as she excused herself and her youngest child. They stood up and left the table to a quiet area where they could talk unbothered. You had a strange feeling so you followed them.
You knew eavesdropping wasn't ok but you somehow couldn't stop yourself, you were way too curious. They stopped in a hallway where no people where. You hid behind a wall where they couldn't see you but you could see and hear them. Your mother crouched down a bit to be on your sisters level. "Please tell me what's wrong love" she looked at her with concern-filled eyes. Your little sister looked down to the ground. "I don't know... I just haven't been to happy with my live lately I guess.." the little one mumbled. To ashamed to look at your mother.
"It is just... I hate my life at the moment..." the moment you said these words to your mother you regretted it and wished you would have just stayed silent.
Oh no... You were ready to step in at every moment. Preparing yourself you argue with your mother and comfort your sister but it never came to it. Your mothers next acts and words shocked you. They hurt. "Would you like to tell me why sweetheart? Maybe we can work on making it better together?" she softly spoke as she hugged the small one in a comforting manner.
Your heart dropped the moment you heard her say that. You were not expecting that. An aching pain started to spread in your chest and your breathing got caught in your lungs. Suddenly your body felt heavier than before and your mind went blank.
She seemed angry and disappointment "Sorry that your life is SHIT. I am sorry for giving birth to you and gifting you this awful life." what she said and the way she said it broke you. It sounded as if she thought that it wasn't her problem and that you only wanted to hurt her. Tears started to fall from your eyes. You came to her because you thought she would give you comfort... but she didn't.
You had to get out of here. You had to leave. You couldn't stay here right now. So you rushed back and gathered your stuff. Your family looked at you confused. "Sorry... my boyfriend needs me home as soon as possible. It was nice meeting you all again." with that you left and basically ran to your car. As soon as you closed the car door your mothers word repeated in your head over and over again. 'I am sorry for giving birth to you' 'I am sorry for giving birth to you' over and over again. Like a broken record. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else the words kept replaying in your head.
You could barely concentrate on driving, almost getting in a car accident. 'Where are you Suga?.. I need you..' with that thought appearing in between your mothers hard words you drove faster. Needing to see him as soon as possible. He was the only person on earth that could give you comfort.
You arrived at the studio and rushed inside, heading straight to your boyfriends 'genius lab'. With every step you took your body started to feel heavier. You knocked before entering after you heard him give you the ok. As he turned with his chair to see who it was he was surprised to see you already back. He thought you would stay away longer. "Hey baby, why are you back already? Is everything ok?" the moment he asked you that you felt your strength leaving your legs as they slowly gave out under you.
You leaned on the closest wall to you and slowly slid down until you were sat on the floor. Suga was beyond concerned, jumping up from his seat to rush and crouch down in front of you. "Hey. Hey.. what is wrong baby? Did anything happen?" he asked but you couldn't answer him. 'I am sorry for giving birth to you' 'Maybe we can work on making it better together?' the words your mother said to your sister replayed in your head, like it was mocking you.
Did she love your sister more then you? Why did she react different with her? Is she more important than you?...
"Are my feelings not important?..." that was the first thing your boyfriend heard from you this night. Your voice sounded lifeless as you were just staring in front of you. It scared him. A few single tears streamed down your face. A frown adorned his face after he heard these words leave your lips. "Of course your feelings are important. Don't ever think that they are not, ok?" he tried to reassure you. "Would you like to tell me what happened?" you had been so excited about tonight, he just had to know what could have ruined that for you.
"My mother... when I was a kid and felt like everything was to much and like I would break down every moment I trusted her and told her how I felt... 'Sorry that your life is SHIT. I am sorry for giving birth to you and gifting you this awful life.' That were her exact words to my feelings... but today my little sister told her that she was feeling like I did back than... my mother wasn't angry at her. She offered to help her.." Yoongi's jaw clenched as he heard the story.
How could your mother have said that to you? Especially at a time you were feeling like shit anyways. He was furious. And he was sad for you. You looked so broken when you spoke about it. So he sat down onto the floor beside you and offered you some cuddles. Of course you accepted as you leaned in and cried your eyes out on his shoulders. He made you feel like your feelings were important. Like he understood how you felt. He was your family.
"You know Yoongi? When she said that to me back then I of course felt hurt, but more did I feel sorry. I shouldn't have told her how I felt. It must have been hard for her to hear these words leave my lips.." you thought about it.
"Even if it hadn't been easy for her, you were suffering too. And she is your mother. She is supposed to be there for you. To help you through tough times. So you had no reason to feel sorry" he sounded sad as he spoke.
"Actually, every time she cared for someone else I felt my heart ache and questioned myself 'Why couldn't you care for me the same way? Why? Do you not love me enough?' For years the memories and thoughts wouldn't leave my head. It was so draining. I felt tired. But I can't talk with my mom about this... even though I really want to know why she reacted the way she did.."
"I will do anything I can to help you forget about it. I am sure your mother had a good reason for her behavior back then. And please never feel like you are any less important than anyone else. For me you are the most important person alive." a small smile could be seen on your face thanks to his words. As he saw that he felt relieved and smiled back.
You were not angry at your mother. But you had to admit you were a bit hurt and disappointed. But that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the man who was currently holding you close, telling you over and over again how important you were. Soon you fell asleep in his embrace. He couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Thinking about what your mother said and how you must have felt hearing these words as a kid.
He swore himself that he would always pay attention to your emotions and would help you whenever you needed him.
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Hey! I was wondering if you had your writing requests open and if so if I could request a Timothy Lawrence x Male reader who was hired to be his body guard. If you only do head canon lists thats alright! But if you write one shots it could be something along the lines of the reader gets injured taking a hit for Tim and gets rather confused when Timothy gets concerned for his safety despite just doing his job. This may be incoherent I am very tired but thank you in advance!
The Body Guard;;
A/N: Yes, I can definitely write this for you, thank you for the ask!! Glad to see another Timothy enjoyer on my blog :)) Sorry if this isn't the best. I am trying to get back into the groove of writing!
Pairing: Timothy Lawrence x Reader
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, gun shot wound, male reader
He had no reason for a body guard, whatsoever. Sure, he was Jack's doppelgänger, but that's just it. He was nothing but a doppelgänger. In Jack's eyes, hell, in everyones eyes. He was replaceable. If he got shot that was on him and Jack could make a new body double. Yet, he was assigned you.
Timothy of course wasn't complaining when he met you. He didn't do a lot of talking when he met you. You intimidated him, to say the least. From your personality that Lawrence grew to love. To your appearance that he just couldn't get enough of. Everything about you was perfect, amazing.
You were handsome, and he was starstruck.
Weeks went by, even months and you were there with him everyday. Soon enough Timothy was an open book to you. Telling him everything that he could. Without risking getting in trouble by Hyperion, of course.
"I used to have freckles, you know?" He'd tell you, and his face would flush red under his mask when you revealed that he was probably adorable. He wasn't one hundred percent sure if you were being serious, or if you were being sarcastic. He took it as a flirtatious compliment, either way.
Nothing special ever happened at the Casino, so of course Timothy grew bored. He'd seek you for amusement. Some days you wondered why when there wasn't much for you to do besides protect him from the threats that ran around the casino. Such as the psycho's and bandits that ran to and fro.
"One day, if I ever get out of here, that is. I want us to go somewhere far away. Maybe to a moon on the outskirts of the system, where we can visit." Timothy day dreamt aloud, and you smiled. "Are you saying you want to run away with me?" You asked, and you broke into a smile at how flustered he grew. His gaze diverting from yours. The way he curled in on himself in the chair that he sat on.
"What? No! I mean, would you want to?" You smiled, pondering his nervous question. "I'd like to, if I don't get hired to watch anyone else." Timothy only nodded, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. "Right, right. Wouldn't want to take you from your job," you only nodded. You wished there was a way to help him escape this hell of his.
A few weeks later is when the accident happened. The two of you were running through the halls of the casino from a group of bandits that decided they wanted to pick a fight with you both. Typically they minded their own business, but today was not one of those days.
"What did we do?" Timothy asked in a panic, racing ahead of you as you turned to fire a shot at the psycho that neared the both of you. Timothy turning his head in time to watch the bandit go flying back with the force of the bullet in his chest. Blood splattering on the floor and wall beside it. It was truly horrific, but he was sadly used to it. Nearly as much as you were.
"I'd say we look too much like a meal to them," you shouted back, grabbing Timothy by the arms while tossing him to the side. Throwing the man behind a slot machine before you took a hit from the bullet that nearly hit him.
Timothy heard your shout no matter how hard you tried to suppress the noise. His eyes wide in terror.
"You're hit!" No shit.
You didn't say anything back. You only held your arm while taking cover beside the worrying male. Reaching for a grenade in your pocket before deploying it. "Cover your ears!" You yelled while shielding him yet again with your body.
The grand took out most of the bandits. Leaving you and Timothy with only a few more to wipe out - which wasn't too difficult. Once they were gone, Timothy was tugging you back towards his hide out.
"Tim, I'm fine," you snarled, but he was stubborn. Just as stubborn as you were. "You're not fine, you're bleeding and can hardly move your arm!" He snarled back, and you only rolled your eyes in defeat as he drug you to his bed. Grabbing some bandages on the way over.
"I've been shot before, you know? You think this is my first rodeo?" You asked, and he snorted. "Yeah, and I've been shot too. So I know that leaving it to fester isn't a good idea, bucko." He shot back with a chuckle. You only sighed with a nod in response. He was right, he always was it seemed like.
"So," He started in when it felt silent between the both of you. Helping you out of your shirt so he could get to the wound better. He never did seem to like the silence. He always got anxious, and nervous when it fell quiet. Especially when he was in predicaments that made him rather nervous anyways, like the one right now. Where he was so close to you that he could feel your body heat. The fact that you were just in the bullet proof vest under your shirt and jacket now was just the icing on the cake. A part of him wished you were shot in the chest just so he could see you without it. His eyes lingering while his hands held your arm.
"So?" You repeated when all he did was stare. IF anything, catching him staring at you like that fed your confidence that he might have some sort of attraction for you as well. "So uhm" he cleared his throat, "Where else have you been shot before?" He asked, chewing on his bottom lip as he wiped the blood from your arm. Taking note of the exit wound on the back. Doing his best not to hurt you in the process. Though you still winced and hissed when he touched your arm just right.
"A lot of places," you huffed out while he dabbed at the agitated skin. "I've got a nasty scar on my stomach, been shot in the back, my legs, been cut up by knives and shrapnel." You uttered, and he nodded. "Jeez, and I thought I had bad luck," he chuckled, and you nodded. "Thought you said you got shot before?" You questioned, and he sighed. "I did, but only twice, and I have the threat of my face or hand exploding." He chuckled, and you nodded.
"I'm sorry," He spoke, and you furrowed you brows, but quickly understood when he drenched your wound in alcohol with gauze. "Shit!" You hissed, and he pursed his lips with a worried brow. "I'm sorry, I know it hurts," he stammered, his hand growing a little shaky as he worked. Finally able to inject you with health serum after the wound was properly cleaned. Placing a bandage over top of it in order to help it heal properly. The serum only speeding up the process.
"Guess I need a better shield," you tried to joke, but Timothy hardly laughed at that. Only staring at where the bandage was placed now.
"I'm real sorry," he muttered, and you tilted your head. A little confused why he was repeating his apologies. "What for?" "For getting you into this mess! I don't deserve a body guard. Hell, I don't deserve having someone look out for me! I should have been the one who got shot," he spoke with distress. You only frowned at his words. You hated when he thought this way.
"Timothy, it's my job. If it wasn't you, it'd be someone else I was protecting. You do deserve having someone look after you. You don't deserve to be alone," you spoke, doing your best to get through to him, but it only seemed to make him more upset. "I just don't want to lose you," he muttered. Looking up at you with glossy eyes. "I can't be alone. Not again, not ever. Having you here is the only thing that keeps me sane. I was terrified when you got shot, I thought," he sighed, "I thought I was going to have to live here alone, with nothing but my thoughts and the idiots that run around here!" He snapped, and you smiled faintly at his ramble. Though you understood his worry, it was quite endearing hearing him say such things.
"Well, you won't lose me," he looked back over at you. "We're running away together, remember?" You asked, and he felt his face flush. thankful the masks as there to hide it. "I was hoping you forgot about that..." You snickered, reaching out to place a hand on his thigh. "How could I?"
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I came over from your mha blogs and I was really happy that one of my fav mha villain writers is dipping toes into jjk 💕
May I request Mahito x reader where Mahi and reader are ‘friends’ who have feelings for each other (but havent admitted to it), and then one day Mahi learns about the concept if kissing and wants to experiment with reader?
Much love to you! 💙
(Thank you! I've been drowning in my other interests lately and really truly wanted to see if venturing out would help lol. After all, even before the villain blog I was pushing an akatsuki one for several years. Life changes but writing stays the same as far as interests go!)
~Mahito's Experimentation~
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It's difficult for him to place a finger on just what exactly about you gained his interest. From day one, things had been different when it came to you. He was interested in a lot of things, but with you it would seem his curiosity ran much deeper. For specifics, he was mostly intrigued by the way you made him feel. His emotions with you were recognizable at first. Sure there was the curiosity, then the content feeling of having you around often. The happiness he felt when he opened up and spoke with you on different topics that you then returned the favor on would be his favorite emotion. There was a secret new feeling bubbling up lately that he couldn't quite specify. After a while of sitting and thinking to himself late one evening, he'd pushed through every known emotion on the list. He cycles through the idea of possibly harming you or using you in the future. When it turns out he didn't have any interest in doing so, he's settled on a form of longing perhaps?
When the two of you weren't in each others presence it was when he felt this gut feeling warp itself into a nasty type of sadness. When he couldn't spend even longer with you, it became a shortened form of anger or annoyance. When you were back in his arm the metaphorical dark cloud that hovered above him had seemed to dissipate quickly. Still unsure of what to call you, he'd settled on the common title of 'friend'. After all, that's what you were right? You smile and reach out to him with one gentle hand, cupping his cheek and ignoring the longing in your heart for something more than this. "Are you okay today? You're in your thoughts more than usual." You ask his with genuine worry etched into your features. He hums quietly at your words. "Yes of course. I'm just thinking..." He smiles and you chuckle lightly. "You always are huh?" You tease him before turning your attention back to the phone in your free hand. When you release his face he feels that small bubble of annoyance begin to pop up. He wants you to hold him like that a little longer, but doesn't say anything regarding the act. If the two of you were friends then why exactly does his body react to you the way it does. He considers himself to be friends with the others.
Geto can be used an an example.
He doesn't long for Geto's touch. He could care less about how long the two of them have spent apart from each other. Yet he enjoys conversation and company all the same. Why were you so different from this?
Mahito mourns for the time you two have to spend apart the next day. You've got business to attend to and won't return home until later that evening. He fears his emotions may possibly overtake him if he doesn't figure something out here soon. It was only when he was reading a particular romance novel that he'd accidentally picked up in his collection of books that he realized perhaps there was more he could be doing with him time and you. Romance, couples, dating, kissing, sex, families...all unimportant upon first glace. Yet, how could he explain so many of the humans partaking in this kind of stuff? Very well, he'd experiment with this odd behavior and perhaps he could find some sort of reward or revelation within it. He'd made up his mind by the time you stepped through your doorway. The whole of dinner time was uncomfortably quiet for you. He always stared at you in a way of curiosity but never for such a long time before. You'd never taken a minute to admit how you truly felt about him so having your love interest bore his eyes into your side wasn't exactly the most relaxing situation to begin with. What he chose to do next had you frozen for the better half of the next 3 minutes.
Without warning or words, Mahito reached out and gently grabbed either side of your face with both his hands. He was careful to to startle you any further than he already had. He'd slowly leaned closer to you, monitoring your lips before placing his with them softly. He was terrible at kissing. He'd watched no videos and only had the book to guide him. His eyes were widened the entire time, observing the way you stared at him in panic. He finally pulled away when he realized he was moving his lips, just sitting them on top of yours and waiting for what would happen next. "A kiss." he utters plainly with a small triumphant smile on his face. You could only scoff before bursting into laughter. "A kiss? I wouldn't exactly call it that." He hadn't known why you were laughing so hard but the sound of your joy made him chuckle a bit too. He'd done the experiment totally and completely wrong yet he was pleased with the end results. He knew he liked the feeling of your lips on his, and you hadn't exactly rejected him either. If anything, you were cooking up your own plan to show him how kissing should be done. He'd eagerly await your next move with no complaint in sight.
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