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luveline · 2 years

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Could I pretty please get candy apples with vampire!au eddie, maybe he's trying to protect her and always worries about her, and she's very clumsy but he's so infatuated with her <3

I'm so excited for this Halloween party!!!

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yes!! tysm for ur request!!! sugary fluff ♡ vampire!eddie x fem!reader

You stand in Eddie's doorway with your whitest, daintiest pajamas. He loves how you look in everything and this outfit is no exception — it's his favourite. The hemming reminds him of sugar paper flowers, thin and sweet, and there's enough of your skin on show to drive him crazy.

He startles when he smells what's in your hand. You hold a glass cup by the rim, steam licking your palm. "Hungry?" you ask lightly.

He hadn't realised the time.

"Be careful," he says, eyebrows jumping as you trek into his room and practically throw yourself into the sheets.

"Don't worry, I won't tip it."

He takes the glass and squints, wondering if he can kiss you without the want to bite you rising up. Now that he's smelled the blood in his hands he probably can't, already his fangs press cruelly against his gums and he itches to hold you down and stick you all over like a student nurse.

"I don't want you to get it on your clothes, is all," he says, shuffling away from you. Just a bit. He has enough self control now to make this easy, but caution never hurt anybody.

He drinks his lunch and tries to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. While food tastes fine, good even, nothing sates the hunger like this.

You don't have to occupy yourself for very long. Eddie drains his glass quicker than he should and puts it on the nightstand, wiping the back of his lips with a pale hand.

"Nice?" you ask knowingly, having slipped onto your back.

He closes his eyes. The image of you remains, your naked thighs, the soft dough of them, how he wants to kiss them and nibble at them and- Well, he doesn't entertain the thought, because Eddie's a good boyfriend who doesn't want to eat his girlfriend. Much.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and after a moment the hunger dissipates and the want to bite you wanes. Don't get Eddie wrong, he still wants to chew on your lovely thighs, but it's of a more innocent intention now.

Innocent may be a bad choice of word.

You reach up and take his face into your hand, angling his head down with a salacious grin playing on your lips. "Thinking about eating me?"

"Ravishing, maybe."

As he speaks, he knows his fangs are out to play. Your finger drifts to his lips, pulling them apart to take a peak. He's baffled by your curiosity but in love with your fearlessness, your fingertip trailing down toward the point.

He pulls back. "You'll hurt yourself."

"Will not."

"Will too. I've seen you cut your tongue on an ice cube."

You encourage his face down toward yours and smile at him upside-down. It's an extremely fond smile. The kind that makes him want to wrap you up in ten layers of bubble wrap.

"Kiss?" you ask gently.

Bad idea. "You know I can't."

"Please? We'll be careful. No tongue."

He snorts at your crass word-choice, so at odds with your mild, dulcet voice. He tilts his head toward his shoulder and you turn use his thigh to push yourself up, staying very, very still as he leans down.

"I won't taste very nice," he whispers.

Your eyelashes kiss as they close. "Just kiss me."

Eddie Munson would never, ever make a pretty girl like you ask twice.

I really liked this even though it's short! If you have anymore vampire eddie x soft!gf requests I'd love to see them, for my halloween party event or not!! ♡

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youremyheaven · 11 days

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The Ketu nonreaction is sooo true; I can attest to that omfg. It's honestly kind of futile to have an emotional breakdown with us bc all we're gonna give is a blank stare & slow blinking. Idk if I would describe it as feeling overwhelmed by those kinds of reactions so much as it is just the fact that we inherently don't gaf a lot of the time.

Idk if you relate to this too nodal anon but if it's someone I care abt/am close with at the very least I'll wait for them to calm down and then I'll try to start talking strategy and solutions to resolve whatever is going on with them. But yeah otherwise if I don't have even the most minute emotional investment in you then like it's just silent staring on my end.

Another thing abt it is some ppl will try to bond with me over it like "oh yeah, it's so awkward for me when someone cries like that bc I never know what to say. It's uncomfortable." But the thing is for me that's not the case; it's not awkward or uncomfortable at all for me when I'm met with it. And often I do know what to say - I just choose not to say/act in that manner bc it would feel disingenuous for me to present myself as the kind of person that can offer that kind of comfort to someone. Like if I have to describe it ... it's like I have the script & I know my lines but I just can't bring myself to actually say them bc ik it would just feel like I'm acting/playing a role at the end of the day. I feel like that in itself is super Ketu. The most I can offer while staying true to myself is my own form of comfort.

And on the delusions of Ketu I think I'm probably speaking from a Magha lens here specifically but oh yeahhh I definitely have delusions of self-grandeur LOL. And I think we're pretty self-indulgent too. But I find personally my delusions are exclusively abt my own grandiose sense of self & don't rly ever involve others or any kind of other external factors. I'm very objective with and abt others and circumstances outside of myself but I'm highly biased when it comes to myself. The thing is nodal anon is right I think ppl do feed into our delusions too. At the least ppl around me do. Like I alr have a rly grandiose sense of self and you're just exacerbating it by giving me princess treatment & mind you everyone around me has called me a princess since birth too like ofc I'm gonna have a deluded sense of self with this kind of treatment what did y'all expect fr 😂

Ketuvians are so conservative with their energy it's so crazy to me 😭 but tbh I am trying to be less giving of myself

SKSKKSKSK people feeding Nodal ego is wild, I feel like I definitely did that with my ex who already thought the world of himself probably lol

I think some people (I don't want to say it's a specific planetary thing bc I think it can apply to many different astro influences) love to give praise and give it freely? I am one of those people, I'll compliment people and be unbearably sweet for no reason. It always surprised me when others didn't take it well?? Some people told me (jokingly) that they thought I had some agenda and that's why I was being sooo nice and that no one is nice for no reason lol and others really took it to their head and wouldn't be nice in return?? (I'm not saying I compliment others hoping they'll compliment me back but that I'm very much of the "treat others how you want to be treated" sort and it always baffled me when someone was mean to me after I was sweet to them??) I've realised that many people don't interpret it as "oh they're being nice to me" instead it just feeds their ego bc they already think the world of themselves and it explains why they never felt the need to be nice in return bc they don't think they owe anybody anything bc to them I wasn't being kind, I was merely affirming their thoughts about themselves lol 😭😂

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dingusfreakhxrrington · 2 years

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can i request with robin having a ditz/bimbo gf?? like all pretty and dumb, plz ill love you foreverr :))

Robin With A Bimbo Girlfriend - Headcanons

i don’t know if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot but i was feeling some headcanons so here you go ☺️

and sorry it took so long, i kept rewriting these but i’m happy with how they came out in the end 🤍

when you first walked into family video robin was head over heels

you came in, asking about some movie your friends had recommended to you

she was struck by the way your eyes twinkled as you smiled

from that moment on she always noticed you and you started to come in more and more often

if it wasn’t for steve she would have never asked you to hang out

and if it wasn’t for you she might have never actually confessed how she felt

“go out? like on a date?” you asked, all cheerful and chirpy

robin wasn’t going to ask you on a date, not when she still didn’t know if you were into girls too

but there was something about the way you said it, she knew it wasn’t a joke

you were being serious and you actually sounded excited about the idea

“uh-um-yeah” she stumbled, completely awestruck by how open you were about it

i mean it was 1986, being gay wasn’t a particularly acceptable thing

your smile only widened in reply

so the two of you started going out, regularly might i add

until one day you just kind of became official

steve was the only one who knew for quite a while but eventually her friends noticed how close the two of you were

she came to realise that you didn’t seem to realise, or care, that being in a same sex relationship was so taboo

you’d hold her hand in public, laugh and press a kiss to her cheek whenever she did something you found cute

she wasn’t quite prepared for it, to say the least, but she was happy

the longer you were together, the more she realised how you were almost as dumb as steve

and she meant that in the most affectionate way

it was charming, cute even, how much of an airhead you were about things

once you asked her what a tampon was, you’d really never seen one before

you thought it was a candy at first until you unwrapped it, then you assumed it was something that you put up your nose when you have a nosebleed

“you don’t know what a tampon is?” she asked, genuinely baffled

“of course i do, i’ve just never used one. i usually stick to pads”

she loved all your cute little moments like that, especially when you would try and figure things out for yourself before asking her

you’d look all concentrated and focused, she could always see the cogs in your brain turning as your thoughts consumed you

you’d be asking yourself so many questions, running through every possibility before you came to a conclusion

sometimes you were right, sometimes you were wrong

either way, robin adored every second of it

she was always so patient with you, watching quietly with a sparkle in her eye while she waited for you

when most people would grow impatient and yell, she was always so gentle and sweet with you

never raising her voice, never calling you dumb

well, she’d call you a dingus but it always sounded so different when she said it to you compared to when she said it to steve

when she said it to you it came from the depths of her heart, coming out as if it were the greatest of compliments to your personality

when it was said to steve, however, it was because he was dumb and she was teasing him

she rarely teased you, always afraid of upsetting you if she did

though that didn’t mean she didn’t do it from time to time, although it was always a different kind of teasing than what she did with her friends

tickles and peppered kisses. words of affirmation mixed in with giggles and praise about how much she loved you

you were just so cute and she really did adore you

more than anyone in the world

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prosciuttulipa · 24 days

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Hellooo! Congrats on 500 followers. It’s more than deserved!

I’m a self-indulgent hoe and would love a match-up if I make it 🙏

I’d like a text convooo please they’re so cute

Details:

JJK, please!

Gender Pref: male

Personality: ENFP, Leo, ambivert. I’m very talkative, and tend to think out loud which gets me into trouble most of the time. Court Jester, and I kind of enjoy it when people pick on/roast me. Major oversharer. A bit of a pervert. Terrible liar, but prone to fibbing anyway. Intense and bold. I’m sensitive and a bit moody. Sweet to people I care about, but not good at pretending I like people when I don’t. Chronically late (rip). Spontaneous, impulsive. Daydreamer. Youngest sibling, so I’m lowkey kind of an annoying brat lol. Self-indulgent—to be cringe is to be free. Big attention hoe!

Likes: Inside jokes. Memes. Winning!! I’m so competitive it’s kind of embarrassing. Discussing books/tv/games/etc. Astrology. YouTube. Being a bad influence

Dislikes: driving oh my god. Time limits. Working. Confrontation. BOARD GAMES. Hemorrhoids

Hobbies: drawing, reading, writing, jewelry-making, hiking, dnd, playing/modding video games, makeup

Love Language: what makes me feel loved: gift-giving | how I express love: words of affirmation

Green Flag: attentiveness, engages in convo/cares about my interests (and thinks I’m the coolest person in the world 💕)

Deal Breaker: Clingy, gatekeeper, afraid of the cringe because I’m radioactive levels of cringe

Somewhat tall, curvy, a few piercings, teal hair & pointy snaggle teeth

Again, congrats & thanks for doing such a fun event! :3

This was kind of a jumbled mess & I probably wrote too much. I’m so sorry

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Geto Suguru

Suguru is the quiet to your loud, the organised to your impulsive, and the early to your late (which he factors in, don't worry). On the surface, there's enough of a yin-yang dynamic for people to understand how things might work between you two, but they're often baffled as to how your relationship is actually sustained.

The truth is, Suguru is just as cringe as you are, ugly laughing at the memes you send him, and cracking jokes that only you two will understand. The only difference is that he's much better at hiding it (aka his past emo lifestyle—he was a scene kid and you can pry that headcanon out of my cold dead hands). He's not one to shy from competition, and will happily butt heads, but at the end of the day, he always steps away when things are starting to verge on an actual confrontation. Sometimes hard conversations are inevitable, but with small things like this, he would rather lose to someone he loves, than lose someone he loves to win.

He's always happy to listen to you run your mouth. He can gather all sorts of information on you, which makes it easy to get you gifts. For example, he'll pay attention to the drawing materials you like, and will surprise you with them out of the blue, placing them on your desk as if they've been there all along. He's definitely up for you doing his makeup (like I said, ex-scene kid), only for you to quickly take it off because you realise he is way too pretty with it on—you can't let people go around getting ideas! He's too gorgeous for his own good!

Dates with him would often involve you two reading and/or discussing your respective books, or playing video games together. He'd also happily join a DnD campaign if you rope him into it! But overall, any time is a good time, as long as he can spend it with you.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

#—playing matchmaker!#—prosciuttulipa events.#—prosciuttulipa content.#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk matchup #jjk matchups

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shadowsingerofnight · 2 years

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Inked Lilies pt. 2

Here we go with my contribution to the lovely pt. 1 @headcanonheadcase wrote. I’m sorry for the delay, I’ve had some awful few days.

In my part, we continue Az and Gwyn’s AU journey, where someone has secrets they are ready to voice. Hopefully. (2.3k words).

Thank you @azrielshadowssing for this great project and for being a great host.

You can find part one here and the master list here. Enjoy!

Gwyn is mortified. Last night was mortifying. She was so sure they were having a moment. Not just a sexual one, even though her bra was basically off and Azriel had his hands on her. They connected emotionally and it was so refreshing to feel understood. Nesta and Emerie are her anchor, but Azriel bears something heavy himself.

She was so sure the sentiment was shared, she had leaned into his touch. His eyes widened and he jumped from his kneeling position like he had been burnt. She tried to apologize, to ask him if she crossed some line but he only muttered some excuses and ran away.

“I swear I saw it in his eyes,” Gwyn says to Nesta and Emerie. They are all eating lunch together at Rita’s.

“I saw it, too- multiple times. He wants you,” Nesta states as an absolute fact. Just like mind-Nesta did.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it,” Gwyn sighes. The memory of Azriel’s hands on her body comes back suddenly, making her heart race and her cheeks blush. She really is disappointed, she hoped they could have something more. She opened up to him and felt a rightness that suggested her trust wasn’t misplaced. But she couldn’t explain what happened last night. It was like he had something hunting him from his past and the sight of her scar, the feel of it reminded him that he was being chased. Perhaps it brought back his own trauma, the weight of bearing his own scars. It would be nice to talk about it, but it is impossible- especially because she plans to never look him in the eyes ever again.

“No.” Nesta says, her tone a no-bullshit one.

“What?”

“I know what you’re thinking. You are going to ask him what happened.”

“But-“

“Nesta is right.” Emerie speaks for the first time. That’s how she is- she listens, analyses and then gives her opinion. Gwyn knows she has no chances of getting out of it if Emerie agrees. Real Nesta and Emerie are starting to sound as annoying as the mind-ones do.

“I don’t know if I want to. I mean- he said I was beautiful or my scar was or whatever. And then just left me there holding my bra cups. I think it’s as clear as a rejection can get,” Gwyn says quietly.

Nesta is having none of it. “Gwyneth. I will kick your ass if you try to start that conversation again. You are gorgeous and-“

“It’s not that,” Gwyn interrupts. “I feel like telling him about Catrin scared him away and the proof of the attack even more,” she whispers, “and I am the one who doesn’t want to put that kind of pressure on someone.”

“That’s bullshit.” Both Nesta and Gwyn whip their head towards Emerie. Her brows are lowered, her mouth is set in a grimace. She’s full frowning. She doesn’t seem to notice their baffled expressions or, if she does, she outright ignores them. She continues, “That is part of you and has made you who you are, which is a wonderful, sweet and fierce woman. If he can’t handle that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

Nesta snaps her fingers, already out of her amazement. “Damn right.”

Gwyn feels the tears gather in her eyes. Life has offered her a lot of bad stuff, but her friends- her sisters, make it worth living anyway. Catrin, Emerie and Nesta.

“Okay,” she agrees, “but even if I wanted to talk to him, there’s no way I can just go across the street and do it. I’d be too embarrassed.”

Nesta smiles what Gwyn could only call a feline smile. “Leave that to me.”

“And this is not because you wanted to go out with Cassian,” Gwyn accuses.

Nesta gasps dramatically, which gives her away instantly because she is everything but dramatic. Usually. She seems to realise it herself because her brow creases. But she shrugs and says, “Not at all. I don’t care about that brute.”

“Haven’t you fucked like five times?” Gwyn chuckles.

“Oh yes, but that’s everything he’s good for.” Then she adds, “Very good.”

Gwyn rolls her eyes. Nesta and Cassian have something between them nobody can explain. There were sparks when they met and the fire keeps burning higher and higher.

They are about to meet up with Cassian and Azriel for a “group gathering” Nesta organised. Gwyn was reluctant to agree, because she knew it would be weird. But if she is to talk to him, there is no better opportunity. And also, Nesta would have flipped. She isn’t even sure Azriel is going to show up- he said he would, but still. Emerie is on a date of her own with her girlfriend since it’s their anniversary. She might meet them later, but Gwyn hopes she doesn’t. It would be just to be there for her and Emerie deserves to have a great night.

When they finally get to the restaurant, Cassian and Azriel are already there- waiting. The second he sees Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark and a wide grin spreads on his face. There’s undoubtedly lust there, but that spark- it is something else.

Azriel on the other hand seems to be watching Gwyn with some sort of reverence, like he sees something nobody else has ever seen in her. It makes her stomach clench. That sense of rightness washes over her, like she has found her place in the world. She shakes her head to get all these thoughts out, because what does she know? She might be seeing just what she wants to see- like the other night.

Azriel offers her a warm smile and she smiles herself.

After they all greet each other, Cassian hoards Nesta towards the entrance saying, “Told you you’d be the one to ask me out, eventually.”

Gwyn can clearly see her friend roll her eyes. She suppresses a chuckle because it doesn’t seem wise to get in the middle of that.

“You asked me first and I said no. If I were you, I wouldn’t go there,” Nesta tells him, with just the right amount of venom. Gwyn doesn’t know how she does that, she is always flawless with her words- whatever emotion she wants to convey.

But Cassian doesn’t back down and just snickers before putting his arm around Nesta’s shoulders. And she lets him.

“So,” Azriel half-whispers- probably wanting to stay out of it too. “I would’ve come to talk to you myself, you know.”

Gwyn is taken aback by how fast the conversation has veered there.

“You would have?” she asks, her brows furrowed.

“Is it surprising that I want to explain why I was a jerk?”

There is something weird. But not in the way she was expecting. There is a peace to Azriel, a quiet tenacity he didn’t have before. Almost as if he has made a decision that put all the pieces into place. She doesn’t know the pieces of what, but she guesses she will find out.

“No, it’s just-“ she is interrupted by a commotion- that turns out to be Nesta and Cassian arguing about which table they should sit at. Azriel sighs and leads the way towards them, since they have fallen a tad back, but not before saying, “I have a lot to say to you. I’ll start with “You look very beautiful tonight.” He seems to think it over and change his mind. “Actually,” he corrects, “You look very beautiful every night. And day.”

Gwyn knows her cheeks are flushed but she can’t help but smile. “Likewise.”

Azriel chose the table, to put the argument to rest. He chose a completely different one, too- probably just to piss both Nesta and Cassian off. They all drank and ate and talked and joked. Cassian was especially set on their bet and how Nesta was about to get a very interesting tattoo. It was a lovely night. Not at all strange, like she predicted.

Now they are leaving Rita’s and Nesta is clearly not going home.

“I can walk with you and then come back,” she offers.

Gwyn scoffs. “Why would you do that? I can walk alone.” Nesta just stares at her with such intensity, she doesn’t need to say the words.

Gwyn stares back. “I can do it.”

Nesta’s eyes soften. “I know. But you don’t have to.”

“I will walk her.” It is Azriel. Gwyn feels her heart start racing. She doesn’t know if she is excited or worried about what this imminent conversation might bring. She decides she is not worried. She doesn’t need to be- she is the master of all her fears. When she reassures herself of this, all the memories about the attack in that alley, at night, fade as well. But at the same time, they weirdly feel like a deja-vu somehow. Not like she has relieved those horrible moments so many times before, not the pieces of memories themselves. Just Azriel being there. She has definitely drunk too much wine.

“Good, so you can do something about all that awkward hungrily staring you’ve got going on,” Cassian basically croons. Azriel shakes his head but he is smiling. Nesta jabs Cassian in the ribs and her eyes find Gwyn’s- a silent question in them. Gwyn nods. It’s okay.

So off they go, with the background noise of Nesta and Cassian arguing again following them for a while.

“Those two like to be at each other’s throats a little too much,” Azriel says.

“It’s not a bad thing. They are intense people.”

“And what kind of person are you?” He asks, turning his head her way. Gwyn takes her time, but finally says, “I don’t know.”

Without skipping a beat, Azriel blurts, “I do.”

Gwyn laughs. “You do?” She can see the tips of his ears getting red.

He clears his throat. “Yes. Strong and unfaltering.”

She crunches her nose. “I don’t know about that.”

“Trust me, I’m very good at reading people. I’d make a great spy.” They both laugh.

“It’s just that I don’t want you to be disappointed when you find out it’s not true.”

His eyes burn the side of her face until she turns to look at him. “You are a rock, Gwyn.” And the certainty in his voice makes her pause.

I am the rock against which the surf crushes. That was what Catrin and Gwyn used to repeat to each other when they were struggling. And that was what she repeated after-

“What are you not telling me, Azriel?”

“I-“ He is interrupted by someone calling his name. They both turn and find the two models from the parlor’s opening. They greet each other and the two introduce themselves as Rhysand and Feyre. He is very handsome, as she has already seen, but Feyre is the one that catches Gwyn’s eye. Her hands are both tattooed until somewhere up her sleeve, and her blue eyes- that strangely look so much like Nesta’s, are so earnest it seems she is looking into one’s soul. She gives Gwyn a warm smile which makes her feel accepted somehow, even if she doesn’t know for what.

After chatting for a few minutes, Rhysand and Feyre take off to pick up their son from his aunt’s house. They leave him with her once a week, now that he’s old enough, and go on a date. It seems a healthy way to create time for each other.

Azriel and Gwyn start walking again. They are almost home, but when it’s time to turn right he heads towards their shops. They haven’t spoken again yet, and she is grateful. Her mind is spiralling. She doesn’t understand what is happening, what Azriel wants to tell her and even less why she dreads it so much.

She follows him absently until he actually opens the shop’s door.

“What are we doing here?” she demands. He doesn’t say anything and goes into his office. When he comes back he is holding a folded piece of paper and a single calla lily. One of her calla lilies.

“Did you steal a flower from me?”

“What- no!” she can hear a bit of panic in his voice so she smiles at him to lighten the mood. He takes a deep breath. “I asked Emerie for help when you were out delivering this morning.”

“Oh. And why did you do that?”

“Because it’s your favourite.” Simple as that. “And I really need you to forgive me.”

“For what?”

“A lot of things. But first,” he says, opening the piece of paper in his hand. It is her doodle of the same flower he is holding. “Would you like a tattoo?”

“Are you trying to bribe me into forgiving you?”

He laughs, but his eyes are still edged with panic. If she couldn’t accept the offer before, she sure can’t now.

“It’s not a bribe. I need to tell you something and if I do it while I tattoo it would be comforting. You know, doing something that makes me happy.” It makes sense. But his hands on her again…

“Are you sure you are not going to run away this time?” She is joking but also isn’t. She doesn’t think she can handle that again.

His gaze is turned upwards, like he is praying for strength. “I swear I’m not. And I didn’t run away. Not from you, at least. What we shared- it was the best thing that happened to me in a very long time.”

“So why then?”

“Because I need to be honest with you. Before I can touch you the way I so desperately want.”

Her breath catches. Honest, open Azriel really is something else. “Be honest then.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“For being a jerk?”

“Yes. And also for the reason that made me act like one.”

“Which is?”

He takes a few deep breaths again. “That I could do nothing to save Catrin, too.”

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mariacallous · 4 months

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Purity spirals get us all in the end.

Well that’s not true really. If I were to ask a normal person, someone who didn’t work in politics, media, academia or the third or public sector, what a purity spiral was they would probably look at me somewhat baffled and assume I was trying to sell them a water filter.

So when I say “us all” what I really mean is the kind of person who is likely to read this newsletter.

But many of us do recognise the dangers of the purity spiral both to ourselves and to the strength of our politics.

We know that in the moment we’re in we have to be a little more careful than we used to be to say what we think. We obfuscate, we talk around things. We know that the slightest slip could cause even those closest to us to turn against us.

We also know that this leaves too much undiscussed and under-examined. And that leads to policy mistakes that blow up in our faces.

Those of us who have been through a cancellation know quite how exquisitely painful that is. Some will have tried their absolute hardest to make sure they never feel that pain again. Others have realised that once cancelled you stay on the lists (and there are real lists).

Much has been written about the new McCarthyism of the left. Some of it by myself. It worries me a lot. The ever-narrowing boundaries that constrict us. But this is not a post about that. I have written about it repeatedly and it was even the topic of my TEDx talk last year.

But there is a sense that this is a problem only on the left. It isn’t.

Within 24 hours I saw this tweet from Tim Montgomerie:

And this column from Tim Stanley:

Both Tims are invoking the ‘no true Scotsman’ fallacy where they are the final arbiters of all that is Conservative (or conservative) and therefore anyone who disagrees with them is, in a fundamental way, simply not a conservative (or Conservative).

Two days and two Tims. But this is happening on the right more and more often in the UK and elsewhere.

The Tories are in trouble and they know it. Their electoral strategy - such as it is - is to lash out at Keir Starmer and hope some of the mud they are throwing sticks. They don’t have much of an agenda for the coming year other than trying to pass the unworkable Rwanda legislation and brief potential tax cuts.

The former won’t work even if it passes - and that’s still a significant ‘if’. So the political energy being expended on it will never repay them in electoral benefit.

The latter might work as a narrative for the Tory-supporting press to cling onto when they have so little else to say. It is less likely to do so as people walk into the polling booth thinking about whether they feel better off now than they did four years ago - or fourteen for that matter.

But even on these two positions, where the government is bending as much as it can to accommodate its Tankie tendency, they are still being accused by those same Tankies of not going far enough. And often in the language not of policy disagreement, but of not being ‘True Tories’.

A lot of this is - of course - post-election leadership positioning. A question of who can best tickle the Tory membership sweet spot. But that there is a sense that this is how far they have to go to do that tells us worrying things about who those members are and how many of them are also of the ‘no true Conservative’ mindset.

We got a taste of that when they elected Liz Truss as leader. But I strongly suspect that previous contest will be as nothing compared to what is to come.

For their faults - and they are legion - Sunak and Truss were fighting over two different interpretations of what it means to be a right wing Tory. They were not claiming to speak for the soul of the Tory party.

But think about what all the talk about readmitting Nigel Farage might actually be about. It is signalling from those inside the party that their fellow MPs and comrades are not nearly as true a Conservative as Farage is - and by reflection, as they are.

So if this is all just positioning, what does it matter?

Well because you don’t position yourself for nobody. An audience that the people weighing up their options consider to be a majority within the party will find these messages appealing.

But more than that, positioning shapes who you are in politics and who you are able to be. The audience you are playing to are the ones who will continue to demand that purity after you’ve got what you want. And they know - especially from recent years - how much power they have over your fate. So you never tack back to the place you thought you might. And the position stops being expedient and starts being fundamental. That is until someone more extreme comes along to challenge you.

Don’t think the Tories could get more extreme? Think again. Those of us on the liberal left used to think that Priti Patel was as bad as it got for Home Secretary - in fact, we used to say the same about Theresa May. Then along came Suella. The lesson is - there are always new depths to plumb.

The Tories are extremely likely to lose the next election - and possibly by a considerable margin.

When Parties first go into opposition they rarely tack back towards the centre. And we can already see the contours of the Tory conversation to come in the language of the Tims above. It may be quite some time before the Tories can pull themselves out of the purity spiral they are nosediving into. It will feel like a comfort zone to them. They can tell themselves they lost because they just weren’t Tory enough.

For some Labour supporters, this might feel like good news. A Tory party constantly trying to outdo each other with their puritanical Thatcherite, xenophobic zeal are likely to make themselves even less electable.

But if the old adage that Oppositions don’t win elections, governments lose them holds true (and let’s remind ourselves just how few years of its existence Labour has actually been in government) then we might just end up with a party still in the depths of that purity spiral leading us all.

The possibility of that scares me. So yes, I think the Tories may be making themselves more and more unelectable. I think there is even a possibility they may actually tear themselves apart.

But I cannot find too much joy in watching the fireworks when there is just a chance of danger they could take the whole country with them.

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wallflower, newt scamander

newt scamander was known as a wallflower. you were not. but nothing would ever beat the perfection of silence with him in the midst of a party.

newt scamander x gn! reader

word count; 955

warnings; hogwarts!newt, alcohol, unspoken romance kind of thing

Fire Whisky was officially your least favourite drink. Merlins beard, you didn't know your head could get this foggy. You tried to keep up with the boy talking to you, but the world was twirling behind him and you found it hard to keep up with what he was saying. When you realized he was looking expectingly at you for a response, you just furrowed your eyebrows. "Helga, I'm so sorry, I was not listening at all. I think I need to sit down" You admitted. He moved to guide you somewhere, but you lightly batted him away and made your way towards a familiar spot.

He was hard to see among the group of people. Hufflepuff didn't throw many parties, but when they did they threw the most extravagant ones. And wallflower or not, Newt Scamander always showed up. Probably because his dormmates kicked him out so they could snog some girls. You didn't care. You found him quickly and sidled up next to him. Tipping the remainder of your drink down your throat, you smiled warmly at him. "Want to get out of here, Scamander?" You teased. His jaw fell softly as red creeped up his neck and ears. You laughed, "I'm only joking. Come for a walk with me?"

He nodded and you took his hand in your own. You tugged him through the crowd of bodies, making sure he didn't bump into anyone as you went. You felt bad that you doubted he could navigate the crowd without you, but he was far too anxious and polite to push through as you did.

You met Newt in the boats in first year. By third he was your chosen tutor for Care of Magical Creatures. It was by far your favourite class, purely because it was the only thing that got Newt talking. He was a tough shell to crack, and planning to take a class in your NEWT levels for a boy was ridiculous, but something about how he spoke of the animals charmed you beyond words. Your friends teased you incessantly. Scamander, the Hufflepuff boy who befriended Nifflers easier than humans? It baffled them. But you could spend hours thinking about every interaction you had ever had with him. How sweet he was. How easy it was to speak with him. When your friends had crushes, they complained of stuttering and sweating and worrying. Everything with Newt felt simple. Neither of you had ever put it into words, but you could feel something thrumming between you.

You dragged him out of the Hufflepuff entrance and let out a loud breath of relief. "Good Merlin, I think I'm drunk" You admitted to him. He gave you a look of horror, and you laughed. He had no idea how to handle a drunk girl, Helga help him. "You can calm down, I'm fine. Just... intoxicated" He sighed, "Why do you enjoy drinking?" You shrugged. How could you even answer that? "Liquid courage" You decided. He pursed his lips, "You don't need liquid courage. You're the bravest person I know"

You pushed his shoulder lightly. "Scamander, you smooth talker. You know loads of brave people." He blushed at your comment. He seemed so nervous. It was endearing. He followed beside you as you two walked silently to the courtyard. The cold air turned your nose pink and your hands numb, but you settled down on a bench and made sure to sit close enough to Newt that your thighs were pressed together. You could faintly hear the noise from the party. The thumping music and loud chatter. The teachers had to be fully aware it was going on. You were glad they didn't care enough to intervene. You all needed a nice party to get over the stress approaching exams were bringing.

Birds sang in the distance. The cold bit into you. You snuggled into Newt's side, resting a head on his shoulder. He didn't tense, but he used to. It took forever for him to finally realise that you were interested, and that your lingering touches and smiles were hints of it, not forms of teasing. "Are those anything interesting?" You asked, referring to the bird calls. You didn't look up at his face, instead staring as the animals fluttered about in the distance. "Auguries. It's going to rain soon" He told you. You hummed and shut your eyes. You felt so, so tired. Alcohol made you drowsy. You felt too drained to talk, but you did anyways. "What are you researching right now?" You asked. He was always looking into something.

"Bowtruckles. I met one in the forbidden forest and he seems quite nice" He said. "He picked the lock on my notebook. He's quite troublesome" You chuckled, "You should name him Pick-It. You can keep him in your pocket and he can steal all the answers to the exams" He hummed in amusement. "Maybe I will... Pickett" He said. You felt him shift underneath you and lifted your head off his shoulder to peer at him. He was looking up at the sky. When he looked back of you your noses were so close they were almost touching. He visibly swallowed, which made you smile as he glanced down at your lips then back up very quickly, almost like he was embarrassed to be caught looking. "Something wrong?" You purred teasingly.

"It's going to rain" He told you matter-of-factly. You grinned at him. "I know, you said that earlier" "We should go inside." He said softly, looking down at your lips. "We should" You agreed. Neither of you moved. "Unless" You spoke, "You want to sit here for a little longer"

He smiled. It filled you with warmth. "Let's sit"

#newt scamander #newt scamander fluff #harry potter #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts and where to find them #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander fic #god i love unspoken romance guys #hogwarts

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H-hotel: A new kind of magic (Wendip/Lumity/Hiccstrid)

(Ao3)

The spacious, stone corridor was filled with gentle laughter as two women stepped from the elevator and ran towards the door of their room. The laughter ended, however, when Amity's lips metLuz's, as the latter pressed her girlfriend against said door, letting her arms lock around her back, slowly undoing her clothes.

Visiting a love hotel has been on their dirty minds for some time, and hearing about mysterious gate opening on the Boiling Isles only deepened the appetite for this fantasy. Keys rattled in Luz's pocket as she searched for them, Amity toying with her, preventing her reaching them,as if wanting to prolong their foreplay and for someone to spot them makingout in the public.

Anbd her wish was suddenly fulfilled.

"Oh, look like you guys are our company!"

Amity yelped when she heard a female voice address them,and frantically tried to cover her blouse that has been pulled up. Luz, on the other hand, took defensive position, ready to shield Amity, though she was surprised to see the red-haired woman wasn't alone.

She held hands with a chestnut-haired younger man, while another, odd-looking couple accompanied them, their costumes making them look like they escaped a renaissance fair.

"Hey, back off, this is our room!"

"Yeah, I was weirded out the first time too", the blonde woman with braided hair spoke,before she reached out into her pocket.

At the same time, Luz brought hers out, and examined the other two, unable to spot any obvious differences.

"But-but this have to be a mistake…"

"Nope, eh, not how this place works…", the taller man, clad in leather suit chuckled, his cheeks burning with shades of crimson. "And it takes a moment to get used to it…"

Intrigued, Luz inserted the key into the hole, and, feeling the tiniest spark of magic flowing through her fingers, let the door open, only to reveal…

"Three beds?", Amity blinked, "W-wait… Is-is this a hotel for…"

"Swingers? Yeah, kinda.", the girl in flannel shirt finished,as they entered the room.

"But it doesn't have to be", her partner quickly added. "Hi, my my name is Dipper, this is my girlfriend, Wendy".

"'Sup"

"And this fair lady is Astrid Hofferson, and I am Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock the third,of the Berkian Haddocks.", he added, as if to clear the confusion.

Luz and Amity exchanged confused looks before reaching their hands to shake with their unexpected new friends.

"Luz, Luz Noceda."

"And I am Amity Blight. Sorry, you were saying something…"

"Ah, yes.", Dipper corrected glasses on his nose, "This place kinda… pairs, uh, pa irs with each other that have something in common. We're not quite sure how it works."

"Witchcraft, probably", Astrid replied, gaining Luz's and Amity's attention. "We don't really dabble in that in our village… and what do you do?"

"Are you going to use that axe if we say that we are witches?", Luz asked, once again stepping foot forward. Amity, however,was ahead of her, bringing some of the abomination goo from her purse, manipulating in the air, much to the other four's amazement.

"Woah, more magic!", Wendy exclaimed, "And I thought that the butterfly princess was the weirdest".

"I'd pick the invisible elf girl", Hiccup added sheepishly.

"You liked not being able to see her and knowing what she will do to you, right…?", Astrid asked in low, smoky voice that made her boyfriend chuckle.

At the same time, Amity felt more and more baffled, watching the four others casually mention their previous sexcapades with levity and nonchalance.

"Hey, sweet potato.", Luz brought her from the trance, " You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just slightly… confused"

"We can take it easy",Wendy quickly stepped in, unbuttoning her shirt, "There is a reason the beds are separated… for now, at least".

"Or we could dive straight in and let you show us what magic you can do", Astrid countered, unbuckling what now, Luz realised, was leather armor. "And something tells me you've came prepared."

Amity looked, first at Luz, then at her new friends, and made her decision…

#lumity #lemon #wendip #hiccstrid #h-hotel #nautiscaraderfics

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years

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The Late Night Visit

aaaand, I’m back. I started a short fics collection, which isn’t a collection yet, cause there’s only one short fic. Anyway, it’s the same universe as all my other fics, therefore no angels, no sucker gang, everyone lives/nobody dies (including Pike the dog and Erin’s baby) and Paul Hill and John Pruitt are two different people. Can be read as series or standalone.

have fun you rascals

The Late Night Visit 1.2K

You were walking. Which wouldn’t be that peculiar, if it wasn’t about half past one in the morning, but here you were. You had originally settled in your bed at just after ten o’clock, hoping to fall asleep quickly and wake up early for Sunday mass. But your body, it seemed, had other plans. When your alarm clock turned from 23:59 to 00:00 you groaned. Nearly two hours of tossing and turning, but you still felt buzzing with energy. You considered taking a sleeping pill, but disregarded the idea soon, as the drug would not wear off for at least 8 or 9 hours and you had to be up and about at six o’clock.

Well, no sleep tonight it is then, you thought bitterly and got out of bed. You thought about your options; there were really no chores for you to do around the house, seeing as you had deep-cleaned only a few days ago, and you really weren’t feeling like reading or writing. A film on the telly crossed your mind too, but you ultimately decided that you wouldn’t have been able to sit through it anyways.

And so, it became rather obvious what you were to do. You slipped out of your sleeping clothes and neatly folded them upon your made bed. Turning on the bedside table lamp, you started picking out clothes from the wardrobe. You chose an utterly mundane outfit, some black jeans, a red flannel shirt. After you pulled on your socks, you turned the light off again and made your way into the hallway in the darkness. There you put on a jacket and your boots and off you went.

The island was eerily quiet at night, the only sounds being the ever present crashing of waves against the cliffs and beaches of Crockett, a rustle of wind in the wooded areas and the occasional screech of a seagull. It was peaceful and made you feel calm and content. Everyday you grew more baffled as to how you could ever have lived in a city…

Your feet took you nearly all the way across the island, the crisp cool air feeling pleasant on your cheeks and for once, you let your mind wander. And, as it so happens, your mind did wander straight over to Crockett Island’s parish priest, Father Paul Hill, with whom you shared an easygoing friendship and fondness. Except recently, it wasn’t only friendship you felt. Your life would have been so much easier, if Paul wasn’t everything you’d ever want in a man; kind, patient, sweet, intelligent, mischievous. And his looks weren’t helping either. Tall, dark and handsome, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring him every time you saw him.

But you could live like this, you decided. His friendship was enough, amazing, actually, and you were certain you wouldn’t ever allow your silly infatuation to mess up one of your closest relationships on this island.

As you got a bit too lost in your own head, you didn’t realise your feet were taking you through a little forest up until you suddenly left it and stood just behind the rectory. You froze in your tracks and looked around dumbly. The back windows of Father Paul’s small house were dark. ‘Of course they’re dark’, you reminded yourself, ‘It’s nearly two in the morning, he’s asleep, like all normal people are.’ Shaking your head, you decided to slowly go home, taking the path you would take every Sunday leaving church. You’d come back in the morning, anyway.

Only, as you walk around the rectory, you realise something. The lights in the front of the house are on. ‘He probably just left them on by accident,’ you try to rationalise, except, upon closer inspection, you are actually able to see movement through the windows.

You stand there for what feels like forever, but is most likely only a minute or two, before you realise how weird you’re being. Gathering up courage, you slowly take a step forward, then another, then another, until you’re just outside the door. You take a deep breath and knock on the wood of his door. There’s shuffling from the inside until the door opens to reveal Father Paul. You’re suddenly feeling stuck between chuckling at his appearance, or being mesmerised by it.

No chasuble and slicked back hair, gone are the skinny jeans and a soft cardigan. Father Paul stands before you in his sleeping clothes, which consist of a light, long-sleeved t-shirt and rather close-fitting sweatpants. His hair is messy and ruffled, but it’s rather obvious he wasn’t sleeping either. “Hey,” you say sheepishly. He blinks in confusion: “Hey yourself. What- what are you doing up so late, why aren’t you asleep?” You grin and cast your eyes down: “I actually wanted to ask you the same thing.” Looking up again, you can see a smile play on his face and he steps away from the door in a silent invitation. You gratefully accept and enter his home.

You see at once that he’d been putting the kettle on for tea, as there was a sound of simmering water. That’s the movement you saw from the outside. He automatically goes to prepare a cuppa for you too and you look around the room. It looks the same as ever, with the exception of a book sitting on the small sofa and the blanket that’s normally draped over the side of it was now messily laid down on one of the seats. Nearing the sofa, you make a delightful discovery - the book Father Paul was reading before your arrival had been one of the novels you wrote!

You sit down to wait for the tea and to check out which part was Paul currently reading. “That’s um- Warren Flynn borrowed it to me. At first I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’m going to read for a bit, because that nearly always helps me, but then I just couldn’t stop reading. It’s a very… thrilling story,” Paul says sheepishly, putting down two cups of tea on a nearby table and sitting next to you on the sofa. It was one tiny loveseat and you were very nearly touching each other with your shoulders and legs. “I’m glad you like it,” you say after a while, “but I’m also sorry that it’s not letting you sleep… Oh, I say,” you chuckle, “the two of us are going to look godawful in church in the morning!”

Father Paul groaned next to you and put his face into his hands, leaning into you slightly in the process. You kept on giggling and nudged him amicably with your shoulder. He finally released his face and let himself fall back against the cushions: “What are we going to do?” You stifled a yawn, suddenly feeling very sleepy, too sleepy to realise that you gradually started to lower your head to the side until it made contact with his shoulder and stayed there, too tired to really realise that you were actively leaning and drifting off against a priest. “I don’t know,” you said truthfully, “we’ll figure something out.” You closed your hand around his and he squeezed back, as his head tipped to the side and effectively rested against your own.

The tea had gone cold.

Hope you liked it. I’ll surely write more parts. If you wanna, you can check it out on AO3, which is going to have all the drabbles in one place. If you have like a fun idea or prompt, be sure to send it my way and I’m also a huge sucker for feedback. Thnk xx

#drabble #fanfiction #midnight mass #reader insert #father paul hill #father paul #father paul x reader #father paul hill x reader #fluff #short and sweet #midnight mass fanfiction

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everygame · 1 year

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Wrecking Crew (NES)

Developed/Published by: Nintendo R&D1 / Nintendo Released: 18/06/1985 Completed: 25/07/2022 Completion: Played 15 levels of it and just couldn’t stand to play it any longer. Version Played: Switch Online Trophies / Achievements: n/a

I’ve gotta say… the NES (or to be completely accurate, Famicom) is not covering itself in glory with its early first party titles. The system has been out for nearly two years at this point chronologically and so far of the games I’ve had easy access to I’ve most enjoyed an obvious clone (Balloon Fight) and, uh, Pinball. Both at least mildly enjoyable! But–and I think I’ve said this before–so far the system doesn’t feel like it actually offers that much more than what’s come before, and when it comes to games with depth, it’s easily being outpaced by the likes of even the ZX Spectrum.

So, to be honest, I’ve kind of reached a breaking point. I suffered through all 40 levels of Ice Climber for basically no reason, hoping that the horrible jumping might click. On seeing that Wrecking Crew had a hundred levels, I thought “man, I hope I enjoy this more than Ice Climber” and, you know what? I don’t?

I think I might like this less than Ice Climber?

Certainly, this comes down to personal taste, I’m going to be extremely clear with you. Because Wrecking Crew hits a sweet spot of game design that I just don’t gel with at all. It’s not even really that it’s a puzzle platformer. It’s that it’s a Lode Runner-a-like.

I hate Lode Runner. I know it has its fans–big fans! But ever since playing someone’s copy of it while cart swapping Game Boy carts and being totally baffled by it, games that have a strict requirement that you not only solve the puzzle of them but also survive often quite challenging maze-chase play can get in the bin. I’m not going to pretend it’s not an unfair critique, but games where you can spend all this time struggling to survive without realising because you made a split second decision earlier in the level that you can’t win anyway? It always feels like an insult. Thanks for wasting my time! If I can’t win, just end the bloody level!!!

But basically, in Wrecking Crew, you play Mario (or his here identical brother, Luigi, if you’re playing multiplayer) and have to destroy all the destructible ladders and… I guess walls? (but they always look like lockers to me) in the level to move on to the next. While this is happening you’re chased around by sentient wrenches(?), eggplant men(???) and the foreman Spike who apparently hates you enough that he keeps trying to kill you. What, was Mario threatening to unionise? Etc.

The game starts very simply, but it very quickly ramps up the puzzle aspect, and it’s here I just can’t jive with it at all. It’s not simply that you might have to do things in the right order–destroy that ladder too early, or move to that platform, and you suddenly can’t get to the remaining walls–but it’s also that you’re having to do it all while constantly being chased, forcing your pathing into often wildly sub-optimal directions. It’s made all the worse by the game including fireballs that fly across the screen that can often trap you into an instant death. The game even features a fail-state that honestly makes it feel unfinished–get trapped in a barrel and you can’t die, forcing a restart. In fact, it seems like they know how annoying levels can get so you can return to the main menu just by pressing select! (Just pray you don’t hit that by accident…) It wipes your score, but at least the game like Ice Climber allows you to start from any level.

The thing is… I don’t want to. Once you’re into the teens, the game gets very exacting, doing that Lode Runner thing where you have to manipulate your positioning to get enemies to move the way you need them to, while also offering tons of ways to fuck yourself, and it’s just not the kind of experience I enjoy at all. I’ll say this for it: if I was a kid in 1985, there’s a ton of levels so a child’s free time and a grim determination would probably see me through this entire thing, but for the fact that Mario (and Nintendo, and the Famicom) finally escape their purgatory with the release of Super Mario Bros. just two months later rendering Wrecking Crew basically completely irrelevant. Even worse in the US, actually, where it reportedly came out day-and-date with Super Mario Bros.! Pity the weans who came home with this instead…

Will I ever play it again? No. I really hated this. I do suspect that Vs. Wrecking Crew is more entertaining just for the fact that it’s simultaneous two-player, but I genuinely don’t care to find out.

Final Thought: Wrecking Crew got an interesting sequel in Wrecking Crew ‘98 for Super Famicom which I assumed was just a gussied-up port maybe with new levels, but it’s actually an entirely different sort of falling block puzzle game that looks… well it looks a bit over-designed to be honest but maybe it’s fun.

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#video games #games #gaming #wrecking crew #nes #nintendo #nintendo r&d1 #text #txt #review

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Rounding Out the Snow Angel (Part 6)

Author's Note: This is definitely one of the lewd chapters, and a good chapter for people who like numbers going up in WG stories, which I've found is very popular.

As Weiss came to from her food coma, the first thing to greet her was her bloated stomach, rising high into the air. It may not have been all that high in reality, but as she lay there it felt like it extended forever. As more of her mental faculties came back, she noticed more and more. Her crimson bra, bought specially for Valentine’s Day, was draped across her pillowy chest. Her panties had almost certainly been removed, not that Weiss was in the mood to go looking for it. Not that she was in a bad mood, mind you, as she still felt the gentle hum of orgasmic pleasure sitting with her, she just felt like laying there and staying very comfortable. She smelt the remains of the mountain of chocolate and cake that now almost entirely resided in her stomach. She even heard her shower going, which was when her foggy brain reasoned that Ruby was still here. Her heart began to race as the shower turned off. Maybe she would see Ruby naked again. That was always nice. Ruby’s head popped through the door to the bathroom but, to Weiss’ disappointment, the rest of her stayed inside.

“Hey, Weiss, you up?” Ruby asked in a stage whisper. Weiss shot Ruby a lazy thumbs-up. “Cool. Can I borrow one of your gowns? I wanna come out here naked, but I don’t know if I could handle round 5.”

“Certainly, but wouldn’t they all be too big?” Weiss responded.

“Nah, I found this really little one,” Ruby said disappearing for a moment, before emerging from the bathroom in a sky-blue gown that hugged her slim frame. “Holy cats, this fits perfectly! Did you buy it for me?” A realisation hit Weiss.

“Oh, no, that’s from when I first arrived here. I keep old clothes sometimes because I enjoy trying to squeeze into them.” There was a pause as Ruby registered Weiss’ comment.

“Wait, you used to be my size?” Ruby said, completely baffled.

“Possibly smaller, actually,” Weiss answered. “I was almost underweight when I left home, but I’d say that I’m looking much better now.” Ruby looked at Weiss, mouth agape as Weiss explained, before a thought refocused her.

“Wait, I thought you said your dad didn’t like you being fat?” Ruby asked, moving over to the bed to sit next to Weiss.

“No, that was never about me. He doesn’t know about any of this,” Weiss responded, grabbing handfuls of her belly. “It’s just safe to assume he wouldn’t take it well. He has said all kinds of terrible things about people he has never met for all kinds of ‘flaws’. He even personally insulted his sister over putting on a small amount of weight while pregnant and not immediately losing it,” she added, using big, overdramatic air quotes.

“Wow, your dad kinda sucks and I don’t really wanna meet him, but I’m also okay with meeting him to call him a meanie,” Ruby said, letting just a hint of anger slip into her normally sweet tone.

“Trust me, I want to see as little of him as possible, but I know that this reveal is inevitable,” Weiss said with a sigh. There was a moment of silence as the two girls stewed in their mutual annoyance.

“Oh man, you’re really gonna stick it to him when we make you huge,” Ruby suggested.

“As if I’m not already huge,” Weiss said smugly, jiggling her belly as much as her packed stomach would allow.

“W-well, yeah, and it’s really hot, but I’m thinking way bigger. Like, what if he sees you at your goal weight?” Ruby asked. “Oh yeah, how close are you to that, by the way?”

“First thing tomorrow morning, you can watch me weigh myself and see for yourself. I planned to do it anyway, after I saw the mountain of food you brought,” Weiss affirmed. “However, I have to admit I find the idea of being weighed in front of you… exciting. Plus, you have gone and put the idea in my head to really try to up the pace.”

“I’m super excited too! You’ve been eating heaps and you’ve been getting way bigger. Like, I’m not all hung up numbers and stuff, but it’d be nice to see how much I’ve helped you put on,” Ruby said with a beaming grin.

“Oh, believe me, this has been a very good year for my weight so far,” Weiss replied, gently patting her massive belly, which was so round and firm that it barely moved. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I was already halfway to my goal already, since I’ve practically been stuffed to the brim since New Year’s Eve.”

“Don’t spoil it,” Ruby whined as she lightly slapped Weiss on the shoulder. “I wanna see it for myself.” Weiss let out a long, quiet laugh.

“We’re definitely having a unique Valentine’s Day,” Weiss said through her laughter. Ruby leant in and left a lingering kiss on Weiss’ cheek.

“And I wouldn’t want any other kind of Valentine’s Day,” Ruby replied with a soft smile.

One night of relaxed cuddling and gentle feeding later, the couple woke up and eagerly went into Weiss’ bathroom, where they stood, eyeing up Weiss’ scale. It looked much sturdier than any other scale Ruby had ever seen, but with what Weiss planned on making it read, that was almost certainly for the best.

“Ready Ruby?” Weiss asked. “You’ll have to read it for me, since I’m too fat to read it properly.”

“Super ready!” Ruby cheered. Slowly, gingerly, Weiss stepped on to the scale, settling in and putting her whole weight on to it. Ruby tried her best not to be distracted by Weiss’ deliciously full figure, which Weiss left bare and very distracting, and focused on the tiny screen that showed Weiss’ weight ticking up and up until it slowed and stabilised on a rather large number.

“Uh, I think that says 269,” Ruby said, squinting at the screen. “Wait, it totally does! You’re halfway to your goal! Actually, a little more, but that’s even better!” she confirmed, shooting up and wrapping Weiss in a big hug, sinking into her soft, pillowy body. Weiss returned the hug, giving Ruby a warm embrace.

“This was the easy half. It’s all fat from here,” Weiss mused. Ruby’s eyes lit up.

“Oh yeah, you’re gonna get so big and soft.”

“I am big and soft,” Weiss said, feigning indignance.

“Yeah, but bigger and softer,” Ruby replied, grabbing and jiggling Weiss’ flabby belly, before planting dozens of rapid kisses across the vast, pale expanse. Then, Ruby suddenly stopped. “Wait, I think you deserve a reward,” Ruby said in a dangerous tone, looking up as Weiss with heavily lidded eyes. Weiss shot a raised eyebrow at her as she moved lower. A look of realisation quickly took to Weiss’ face, and it just as quickly turned to one of pleasure as Ruby leant in between Weiss’ meaty thighs and lapped at her warm core.

“Oh Ruby, you’re incredible,” Weiss moaned, resting one hand on Ruby’s head and one on the bathroom counter to keep her steady. She felts jolts of pleasure shoot through her as Ruby kept working steadily at her core. Before long, Weiss was literally shaking with pleasure. Weiss was almost embarrassed as how quickly she was coming, but not enough to enjoy just how good it felt. Not long after, Weiss reached her limit and came, shooting a hand up to cover her mouth and muffle her enjoyment. Barely keeping herself upright as she quivered in orgasmic pleasure, Weiss rode out the waves of tingling excitement, until Ruby extracted herself from Weiss’ thighs, panting and trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, wow, those legs really are taking my breath away,” Ruby said, trying to be smooth and flirty despite her lack of breath.

“I think that’s me suffocating you with my fat thighs,” Weiss stammered, slowly lowering herself towards the ground. Quickly, Ruby reached over to Weiss to hold her up.

“Oh no you don’t. You know how hard it is for you to get up once you sit down,” Ruby said as she rose and held Weiss steady and upright. “Side note, you talking about being fat is super hot,” Ruby quickly added.

“Noted. I’ll have to remember that for when we go away on spring break,” Weiss affirmed, looking a little steadier now. That statement quickly got Ruby’s attention and excitement.

“Ooh, am I gonna see you in a cute bikini? Do I get to rub sunscreen onto your squishy bod? Do we get to be all romantic in front of other people who are all judging but we don’t care because we love each other and don’t give a heck about what other people think?” Ruby babbled, her eyes lighting up. Weiss leant in for a quick kiss to Ruby’s forehead and held her in a gentle one-armed embrace.

“Everything except that last one. I know how you get around large crowds, so I figured we could go to my family’s holiday home by the coast,” Weiss said softly. A look of realisation appeared on Ruby’s face.

“Oh, right, you guys are crazy rich,” Ruby said, chuckling nervously to herself. “Are we going to look silly in front of your family?”

“They won’t be there, so that won’t happen. I can even ask the staff to have some time away from the house,” Weiss offered, causing Ruby to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

“Wait, you have people that work at your house when you’re not even there?” Ruby asked.

“Ruby, I have the money that allows me to build this body in two and a half years,” Weiss explained, jiggling her fat belly with her free hand for emphasis. “If I can do this, imagine what the rest of my family can do with their money.” Ruby’s jaw dropped.

“I kinda wish you had all your family’s money,” Ruby admitted in a whisper.

“Believe me, I would like to use all of it to fatten myself up much faster, but it’s just something we’ll have to be patient with,” Weiss said wistfully. “But enough of that, we have classes. As much as I would love to spend a second day in a row lazing about, eating and having sex, learning is meant to be the primary activity here.” Ruby pretended to overdramatically deflate at Weiss’ announcement.

“Lame,” she groaned, before popping back up and getting back into her bubbly, energetic self to give Weiss a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, Snow Angel.”

#chubby!rwby #weight gain #stuffing

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years

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please please please can we get a Yae Miko reader with the Diasomnia boys? I think the fact a kitsune has a really long lifespan would be a good match for them </3

Just a reminder, I'm opening requests! More info can be found here. I decided to announce that through this so people know ;-;;;;;

I'm not quite sure about Silver though, but I'll use Yae's personality and you can imagine if s/o's a kitsune! ^^

An enigmatic individual, you shroud yourself in a mysterious demeanour, your kind smile seems to make people wonder what your intentions truly are.

While some people are sceptical, you're kindness makes all that doubt melt away, helping your peers and dutiful in your work and theirs.

You're one to enjoy a good book, and you love stories of all kinds.

TWST The benevolent yet enigmatic, book loving s/o (Yae Miko)

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is intrigued by how you present yourself.

Your gentle smile is somehow so... strange. Not to say he sees you as two faced or something, but he feels you hide things from others. He's never spoken about this out loud, but the fae thinks you know he knows.

Nonetheless, he still enjoys you're presence.

A story to share everyday, while you walk around campus with him in the middle of the night. Malleus shares the stories of his own, as he smiles when you ask him more about it, clearly interested in his stories.

He's never talked to anyone besides Lilia, Silver and Sebek, who are considered his family. You were the first person to ever talk to him informally like you were his... friend.

And he smiles softly at the thought. A friend. How nice.

Malleus may find your enigmatic self a little weird, but he gets pass all of it when it comes to you talking about your day, a book you've read, and you share it with him.

In your eyes he can see,

this is your kindness reaching out to him. He won't ever trade it for the world. <3

Lilia Vanrouge

He's amused by how you've shrouded yourself in mystery it seems. All with a lighthearted smile~

Lilia has his fair shares of being known as such throughout the school, and the fae knows this himself. How cheeky.

Lilia is a man filled with stories from his past, from books, stories he shared to Malleus and Silver when they were children, his own knowledge gained from experience. He leaves you guessing how his stories flow, playfully smiling when you pouted upon hearing he'll "stop there".

Much like you, Lilia enjoys listening to the stories you share as well! He could listen to you all day long, all night long. He appreciates that you share stories with Malleus, Silver and Sebek, too. And that you help them and of course, everyone else in NRC to the fullest of your potential. Your kindness has even made Sebek and Malleus smile, something he's overjoyed to see.

You meet Lilia again with a new book in hand, moments like these he is bound to treasure with his heart.

"Well, what's the new lucky book you wish to share with me?~" <3

Silver

Silver never really paid attention, but one glance could make him wonder who you truly are.

Your smile never screamed sinister anywhere, but he feels... that you can be weird sometimes. Something about you is mystifying, but he doesn't ponder too much since that's also kind of Lilia-

Silver is more of a listener than a speaker; he feels as if he doesn't have that many interesting stories to share, preferring to listen to you ramble on and on of the many stories you share with him.

Sometimes when he listens, he lays his head on your thighs as you kneel, he slowly closes his eyes with each stories you share. Not because he grows bored of them, but because he wants to dream about it, as you gently stroke his hair and wish him sweet dreams.

Your kindness of helping Silver catch up with schoolwork, making Sebek somewhat get along with him more, and generally taking care of him makes him feel really happy.

He wonders if you ever grow bored of him, since he feels like he's got nothing interesting. You told him with that signature smile of yours. "Your day experience is always something I look forward to hear." <3

Sebek Vigvolt

It's funny, really.

You're relatively a calm person, and Sebek is, well, Sebek. Really loud and uptight. The type of energy you two resonate is a nice, perfect blend of couple energy. What is contrast with each other, can somehow make the picture look aesthetic, and that's what you two make.

Truthfully, Sebek has found you peculiar and sceptical of course. He puts his guard up in front of you, thinking you're someone trying to do something bad to Malleus.

You smile at him, greeting him politely and sharing about your day and a book you've read which leave the boy baffled. He's.... confused..? But also quite curious about the books you've read without realising it, before reality slaps him across the face and he scolds himself for getting distracted.

But as time goes on, he finds himself peering over your shoulder looking at your book as you share to him about it. Sebek hates to admit it, but he finds your stories so interesting, and he instantly melts when you offer him kindness. Not just to him, but for Malleus and Lilia as well.

"I can trust you, BUT DON'T THINK I WOULD PUT MY GUARD DOWN S/O!!" You giggled. "Of course, of course! I expected much of your diligent self!" Your smile made him blush in embarrassment, oblivious to the watchful eyes of the ruby eyed and emerald eyed faes.

"Ah, young love~" <3

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random-yandere-fandom · 3 years

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How about yandere TC meliodas but a soulmate au where him and the s/o( Fairy and goddess hybrid who fights for stigma) both share a connection to each other, from sharing emotion, to having vision of where they may meet for the first time. This seem like a nice concept, I imagine meliodas is use to constantly feeling pain from training all the way to fighting the war only to have a s/o who is yet to meet him but is willing to send over positive emotion and feeling to make him feel better. Im sucker for this kinds of things.

Oh hell yes, I love soulmate aus! Which is why it got a bit longer than what I normally write (and took so long lol)

Yandere TC Meliodas with soulmate darling

For as long as you can remember there had been a second layer to your emotions that you couldn`t quite grasp, let alone influence. It was just barely there, almost unnoticeable. Annoyance, nonchalance and a deep-rooted but hidden pain. After learning that those belonged to your soulmate, to the being your were destined to meet and love, you were baffled. Three emotions. A few feelings. Was that all they were capable of, or was that all they could allow themselves to? You mused that they felt your surprise and pity and hoped they wouldn`t connect the dots, they didn`t seem like the kind of person to appreciate such sentiments. Nonetheless you wanted to help. If they weren`t able to and didn`t have the opportunity to experience joy, wonder, excitement and a healthy amount of sadness and grief that one felt at ending a wonderful book with no continuation than you would have to do it for them. If they were hurt you could send them comfort and if they were bored you`d jump down a cliff if you must only to open your wings at the last second to send them a dose of mixed excitement and fear and laughter.

Meliodas had known of the concept of soulmates for as long as he could remember. Since then he had always been told that he wouldn`t need them, that demons barely needed their destined partner and only to allow any connection beyond the unavoidable should they be of the same race. He knew that something was wrong with that but in the end he didn`t care enough to do anything about that. So they felt what he did and at some point he`d know where you two would meet. Great. As long as they don`t get in his way and he can do what he must it`d be fine.

He always knew that his range of sentiments were by far not the widest or the happiest but he would do. Meliodas had to. He had to be strong and cold and unfeeling. That did not seem to be the case for his soulmate, however. There were a mix of emotions constantly changing, most of them he hadn`t even experienced himself. They are a bother, he told himself and ignored it. He also ignored the twinge in his chest whenever they felt sad, ashamed or dispirited. Told himself that he was lucky that they weren`t sending feelings consciously, especially when he had to concentrate.

That changed. There was no warning, no prompting, nothing. Meliodas was about to go to sleep when they did it for the first time. They must have felt his exhaustion and either they thought he didn`t deserve to rest or wanted to spite him because the next thing he knew he felt adrenaline coursing through his veins and excitement erupting. Cursing he sat up, trying to calm his racing hearts and suppress that stuff. The emotions promptly calmed down and went into their normal, ignorable state though he could make out some guilt. For good measure he made his annoyance clear before flopping back down and closing his eyes. That didn`t stop a small and rather short lived smile from surfacing.

Was it your best idea? No. Did you think about what you were doing? No. You had felt your soulmate`s fatigue and seeing as it was the afternoon and they didn`t normally feel like that at this certain time you had assumed that they needed a bit of energy. Luckily, you had been sitting on a rather high branch and before you could think it through you had thrown yourself of from it. Upon their rejection though you had quickly stopped your little stunt and the idea that they had wanted to sleep crossed your mind. Ups. This had been the first time you had enforced an emotion and it had gone wrong. Hoping that their first impression of you could still be fixed you laid low for a bit.

The next opportunity presented itself when you had discovered a beautiful small pond in the forest. It was surrounded by rich plant live and some ducks were swimming on it, the sunshine reflected and sparkled on the water’s surface. Deciding that now would be a good opportunity you checked on their emotions. There was no apparent change from normal so it should be fine. Carefully and a lot slower this time you let your admiration seep through to them and being encouraged by the response, which was nothing, you strengthened it, letting yourself enjoy the coolness of the water as you dipped your feet in. Sitting there you shared this feeling, the contrast of the warm light and the refreshing cold, the calmness of the forest, far away from the others and the silence only being broke by the wind and birds in the sky. With all the work you had been doing and the tense atmosphere of your partner the relaxation was welcomed with open arms.

After this first successful interaction you continued, first about once a week and then once a day and soon simply whenever you felt like it. You were a bit disappointed that your soulmate never openly reacted but you had noticed that their feelings had calmed down and that was enough to keep you going. Having long ago realised that they were fighting in the same war, the suspicion and caution mixed with the occasional numbness, you assumed that they numbed their feelings in hopes of suppressing regret, you sent as much comfort as you could. It was gut wrenching whenever you noticed the impassivity but you did your best to help.

Meliodas grew used to it, over time. He even grew to like it, not that he`d ever admit it. Sensing your enforced emotions brought him joy and comfort, knowing that there was someone out there who cared. He sometimes felt guilty about not replying but what did he have to share? So he let the one sided communication continue.

You always made sure to only strengthen positive emotions or small harmless sadness, just to let them know what you were feeling. This time however you feared that you had made a mistake. You were patrolling and you were careless. It was close to enemy territory but there hadn`t been an incident here and there was this beautiful flower in full bloom and you simply had to send your amazement. Doing just that you hovered over the flower, it`s sweet smell calming your mind. The next thing you knew was a sharp pain in your side as you moved away, away from whatever had slashed you.

It was a small demon and you were quickly able to take care of it before healing your wound. Before you could investigate if there were any others you felt their worry. It was overwhelming. For the first time they openly enforced their feelings and it was intense enough that you couldn`t breathe for a moment. You noticed some anger interlaced, too, directed at what had harmed you, you noted. Quickly sending them your calmed frame of mind you searched for any other attackers and upon finding none you returned to report to one of the other goddesses.

Meliodas had been walking down a lonely hallway when you noticed the flower. Humming in acknowledgement he opened the door to his room and froze. Instead of admiration you seemed to be in pain. What had happened? Were you okay? His mind raced as he allowed himself to worry and let that worry reach you. The seconds were he felt your pain, surprise, resignation and caution were agony. After he was assured you were fine he sighed in relief.

After the second time the demon decided that he should contact you more. After his initial worry had subsided he had become anxious. Not only could you be harmed at any time, he had no way of helping you, not without knowing who or where you were. He realised he didn`t know much of you. Was there someone who liked you beside him, someone you liked? He hoped not. You were his. You two were fated to be, no matter how stupid that sounded. However he had no real way of checking, so interacting with you like this had to be enough for now. He also grew more attentive of your passive emotions, not letting a single feeling pass his attention.

It is a well known fact that before you meet your destined other, you envision the place you will first meet. You had been waiting for that day for ages, knowing that soon after you`d finally meet them, your soulmate. They had been so much more communicative and their joy caused by interactions grew day by day. So when you opened your eyes in a supposedly dream and felt closer to them than ever before you knew that your encounter was drawing near.

The first thing you noticed were your surroundings which resembled a patch of woods just on the border to demon territory. It was cold and clouds hung deep over the sky, it was eerily silent. Not the most romantic, you decided, but whatever. Taking a closer look you noticed a figure approaching from the woods, across from you and the border. It was more of a shadow than anything, you could make out the rather small height but any other details didn`t quite seem to be comprehensive or noticeable. So this was them. You smiled, though you could guess that they wouldn`t see that with how they most likely perceived you in a similar way that you could view them. No words were spoken as you stood only meters apart, time seemingly frozen as all you could do was hope that you could stay like this for longer. Neither they nor you moved, fearing that otherwise the bubble would burst and the glass would shatter and you would wake up, more lonely than ever now that you were apart again. You couldn`t speak, somehow knowing that sounds would not travel far here, but you didn`t need to do that, as all you needed was your connection and bond as soulmates. Warmth, affection and joy swirled between you both and almost felt tangible, as if all you needed to do was reach out to drown in these emotions.

When Meliodas found himself in a dream more realistic than any other he wondered what had happened. He wandered a bit before recognising the forest to be the one crossing the border that Stigma established and vehemently defended. Feeling a presence he followed the strange pull, coming across the figure hidden in shadows with wings that couldn`t have been a fairy`s or a goddess`s. Something else or something in between? He didn`t care. All that mattered was the sense of recognition. It was you. His partner. His destined other. His soulmate. His.

Only after waking up did he realise where exactly you both would meet. The verge on which enemies would meet to battle. Where blood was spilled in the constantly ongoing war. The perimeter seemed in tact though, so you at least wouldn`t meet directly on a battlefield. One thing he did know now, however. You stood on opposing sides, Demons against Stigma, darkness against light, him versus you. How cruel to put you so far away from him, Meliodas mused. But if he had to he knew who to betray and who to stay loyal to.

You spend the next days searching for the exact place you two would meet, ignoring the suspicious stares and whispers about, oh, look, the hybrid is slacking of, no wonder. You wondered how they`d react to your soulmate who was undeniably on the opposite force of the conflict. You supposed one of you would have to switch sides and if you couldn`t convince them than you would have to do so. Though with how they ended up emotionally before you interacted you hoped they would agree with you. Even if the others were against it, the higher ups respected your hard work and if that didn`t work you`d ask Elizabeth, who always seemed hesitant about the war and disliked judging others no matter who they were, for help.

Either way, you thought, being prepared wouldn`t hurt. After finally finding the place you hid a small bag full of important belongings and necessities in the trunk of the hollow tree along with a small gift you hoped your soulmate would appreciate. Following the thickening of your bond you had started to feel other and smaller sensations of them and while you were quite distressed with how often they seemed to fight, you couldn`t deny the feeling of joy when you drank a wine and instantly knew that they liked it, having had a faint taste of it. Hoping that this time you could enjoy it together you made sure the bottle was secure before heading of again.

Every time the weather was like the one in your vision, your and their hope grew and while you reached the place in no time, having memorised the way, they still hadn’t found it. Meliodas wished to fly over the forest but he had seen himself walking and knew that was the only way to get to you. So he wandered around, over and over and when he finally recognised a turn he followed the path eagerly. It took a bit to notice your presence, it being hidden seeing as anything else would be suicide so close to a hostile region. He rushed through the trees, his and yours excitement mixing and growing as you waited, peering through the woods in hopes of catching a glimpse, the first glimpse of the person you had grown to love.

The wind, his hearts and time itself stopped as he came to a halt in front of you. Your eyes were the first things he noticed, shining with a light that warmed him, overflowing with affection. You stared just as much, his black eyes turning into a beautiful shade of green as he lowered himself to the ground, his black wings disappearing from sight. You did the same, letting your feet touch the earth below you before moving one in front of the other. The grin on your face widened as he did the same and before you knew it he wrapped his arms around you.

“Hello“, you whispered. All former thoughts and ideas on your first words spoken to him seeming too far away to speak now, all you could do was great him. He was so warm, his arms protectively shielding you away from a world that was to cruel to a wonderful being like you, he decided, as he responded in the same manner. His hearts were finally beating again and were much faster now.

“My name is Meliodas“, he added, chin comfortably resting on your shoulders, eyes closed and melting into your embrace. It felt so right to finally have you. You fitted perfectly into his grasp, his eyes fluttering open and a smile tugging on his lips as he heard your name. You were finally here, with him. Meliodas knew in this moment he could never let you go. He would follow you wherever you wanted to and destroy anyone that dared and try harm you, no matter the consequences, as long as he could be with you, the one who cared and comforted him, the one that was made for him and the one he was made for, his soulmate.

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cat-induced-fever-dream · 3 years

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Acquaintances

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: Wanda meets someone who doesn’t treat her like a villain, but she doesn’t know who you really are.

Notes: I promise it’s fluff and not a trap. Also sorry about my hiatus, I’m just super unmotivated to do anything. So here’s my feeble offering to try and get back into writing.

- - -

Wanda groaned at the sight of a man with a camera. All she wanted was to pop down to the shops, buy some paprika, but alas, even a shopping trip was gold for the paparazzi. Maybe if she hid behind an aisle he would leave. But she heard the door open behind her. Ducking quickly behind a stack of tuna cans, she scanned the rows for the precious package.

She knew she wasn’t the favourite of the public, and the guilt of what she’d done ate her alive every night, but she was sick of being blamed. All she did was try her best, but this was the kind of thanks she got.

She frowned a little when she saw the man round the corner. She steeled herself, not wanting the tears to spring to her eyes. Turning around to face him, she- There was a person talking to him. You had a shopping bag in your hand, so you must have been another customer. Dressed smartly with a blazer, but paired with jeans and sneakers, you looked friendly, but the cold look you gave the man said otherwise. You exchanged words quietly with the reporter, and he seemed to refuse you, turning back to look at her. Realising that this was the perfect stall to get out of the store, she resumed her search. Cumin, Ginger, Paprika! Quickly glancing back to see how long she had, she saw you hand the man a business card as he hurriedly shuffled away.

“Sorry about that,” you turned to her, looking genuinely apologetic.

“Why?” she asked, it coming out harsher than she meant for it to. “It wasn’t even your fault.”

You shrugged. “You don’t deserve it.”

Wanda frowned again at this. She didn’t even know you, but you helped her out, so the least she could do was be polite. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you smiled. The two of you started to walk towards to counter. More like she did and you kind of happened to as well. “What are you cooking with the paprika?”

Sliding the bag to the cashier, she turned to face you properly. “I was making a traditional Sokovian dish.”

“I’m a big fan of trying different cuisines,” you replied, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “That sounds delicious.”

Wanda’s not really sure why you’re trying to make conversation, but you didn’t seem to have an agenda, so she indulged you with a response as the two of you walked out of the store. “It is, my mum always had the best recipe.”

“Ah well, my parents weren’t around much, so I can’t say the same,” you laughed, throwing your shopping in the back of what must have been your car.

Wanda hadn’t even realised she had walked with you to your car. That was embarrassing. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I should be going now,” backing away as quickly as she could without making a fool of herself.

“Wait,” you called, “do you need a lift back?”

“You’re a stranger.”

“Well I know your name is Wanda,” you grinned cheekily, opening the passenger door. “And my name is Y/N. Guess we’re not strangers anymore. So, what do you say? It’s the least I could do, with that man bothering you.”

She’s not sure what compelled her to agree, but she found herself sitting in a plush leather seat as you adjusted the rear view mirror. Tapping the dashboard screen, you pulled up a map to Avengers Tower and backed out of the parking lot.

You didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t make conversation, bopping your head gently to whatever pop song was on the radio. Instead she spent the time trying to figure out who you were and why you were being so nice. “It’s rude to stare, you know?” you winked at her.

Wanda felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Wha- No, sorry,” she mumbled. She’d done it again, made herself look dumb. You giggle, returning your eyes to the road. Trying not to stare at you this time, she observed the fancy watch adorning your wrist, and the sleek interior of the car. You must be a businesswoman of some sort, since this clearly wasn’t your average suburban car. But you were wearing jeans. Maybe a lower level employee than?

She sat there musing, until the door suddenly opened. “We’re here,” you smiled, gesturing at the grand tower that was now her home.

Why couldn’t she stop being so awkward? This was the third time. Unbuckling the seatbelt, she stumbled out, clutching the paprika to her chest. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime, Wanda.” And with a small wave, you hopped back into your car and drove off.

- - -

Heading straight to her room, Wanda abandoned her plans for paprikash. The whole interaction was quite frankly, baffling. No one was ever nice to her, except for the Avengers. But you clearly knew who she was, driving her back to the tower without an address. Tossing her jacket on her bed, she sighed. It’s not like she’d ever see you again. That’s when she noticed the card peeking out from the pocket. There was a phone number printed neatly on it, and a cursive scrawl underneath. “I am actually interested in the dish though. Could I have the name of it?”

She hadn’t exactly interacted with anyone else, so it must’ve been you. Running her thumb over the ink, she was hit with a renewed sense of energy. Grabbing the paprika, she dashed back down the stairs.

- - -

You’re spinning around in your office chair when your phone goes off. Clicking on the message, a small smile makes its way into your face.

Unknown Number: this is the dish i was talking about

Unknown Number: *image*

Unknown Number: it’s paprikash

- - -

“Hey Wanda,” Tony called, a carefully wrapped package in his arms, “this came for you.”

One look at the scarlet wrapping paper, and she knew who it was from. “Thanks Tony,” she said, grabbing it and running to her room.

Setting the package gently on her bed, she untied the ribbon and unfolded the wrapping paper. Nestled in the middle, a box of cookies.

She grinned to herself. Wanda’s been texting you for a couple of months now, and now she could really say that you’re not strangers. She knows that you can’t cook, but you can bake. You’re a businesswoman “of sorts” you say, and that you’re a pretty busy person. But regardless, you hang out with her, chilling in the local coffee shop, going shopping, even just a stroll around the park. She also knows that this happiness she gets when she sees you is definitely not platonic.

Opening the lid, the chocolate aroma wafts into her room. Her favourite of your baked goods. There’s a note tucked into the side of the box, and she delicately pulls it out. “Be my girlfriend?” she read, the handwriting obviously yours. Wait. Be my girlfriend? She sat there dumbly for a couple of seconds before it hit her. You’re asking her to be your girlfriend. Wanda scrambled for her phone, snapping a picture to send to you.

Y/N: those cookies look delicious, who sent them?

The witch rolled eyes at your antics, but played along.

Wanda: idk, but i just got asked out

Y/N: whoaaaa, did you say yes?

Wanda: yes you dumbass

Y/N: okay, under other circumstances that would’ve hurt, but i’m too excited to care right now <3

Wanda: ...

Wanda: did you try to bribe me with cookies?

Y/N: it worked, didn’t it?

Wanda: i can’t believe i actually like you

Y/N: honestly, me too

Y/N: sorry it’s a busy day, but you wanna come over for dinner?

Wanda: sounds good <3

Y/N: i’ll come pick you up, see you then girlfriend

She didn’t want bugs in her room, so Wanda grabbed the box to put in her kitchen cupboard. Balancing a cookie in her mouth, she was about to close the lid, when a hand pinched one. Eyes immediately glowing red, she locked onto Sam as he backed away, half eaten cookie and hands up in surrender.

“Do that again and I will give you nightmares.”

The Falcon whistled lowly. “Okay. Protective over cookies. Got it.”

“There’s cookies?” Bucky asked, strolling in.

“No.”

“Oh okay.”

- - -

The heroes were sprawled on the couches playing a game of UNO when Wanda came down the stairs.

“What are you doing with that hoodie?” Tony asked sharply.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. “This.. hoodie?” she replied, tugging on the drawstrings of the soft item of company clothing she was wearing.

“Yes! That’s my enemy’s!”

She didn’t really want to get into whatever nonsense the genius was spouting again. “My friend lent it to me.”

“You have friends?” joked Sam.

Steve gave the man a warning look. “It’s good that you’re adjusting to life here.”

“I think the important question here,” Natasha said from her spot, “is where are you going?”

“Dinner,” she replied, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. She tried to fight the silly smile that crept into her face whenever she thought about you, but she mustn’t have hid it well enough, since the red headed spy gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

I hate you, she projected.

Nat winked back.

“Based on the way Miss Maximoff keeps anxiously glancing at the door, there is likely to be someone waiting for her,” Vision piped up. “I have searched the Internet databases, and from what I have gathered, your casual outfit means that you are going with someone you are familiar with. The sharing of clothes is usually reserved for close friends or romantic partners only.”

Of course the android had to get involved.

“Your heart rate seems to be speeding up Miss Maximoff. Are you okay?”

“Wanda Maximoff,” Tony asked slowly, “do you have a boyfriend?”

That’s when all hell broke loose.

“Who is he?”

“Is he hot?”

“Where did you meet?”

“How did you even get a boyfriend?”

“Can we meet him?”

“What-“

“Okay,” she groaned. Well it was bound to happen eventually. She just wished she could’ve gotten even a few months without the teasing. “I have a girlfriend, yes she’s hot, yes I’m going to have dinner with her, and I’ll ask about meeting. I’m going to go now.” With that, she stepped into the elevator.

“Don’t think this conversation is over witchy,” called Tony, as the doors slid shut.

- - -

“Hey,” you smiled as she slid into the car. “What took you so long?”

“The Avengers found out.”

You chuckled at that. “What, did they interrogate you or something?”

“Something like that.” She paused. “They want to meet you.”

“Are you sure?”

“They’re my family, and they’ll love you as much as I do.”

“Cute,” you grinned, “but I don’t know about Tony.”

“Trust me, they’re a mess a lot of the time, but they’re good people.”

You checked through your phone. “I haven’t got anything on around lunch tomorrow. I can come by then, how does that sound?”

“So you’ll come?”

“Anything for my girlfriend.”

- - -

Her green eyes locked onto you amongst the bustle of suits in the lobby.

“Hey.”

You adjusted the grey fabric of your pantsuit. “Hey yourself.”

“Did you wear the suit to impress me?” Wanda asked, delicately tugging on your tie.

“Actually, I’ve got a meeting with the investors later. Gotta make an impression, you know?”

“Well consider me impressed,” she whispered against your ear.

Blushing, you allowed Wanda to lead you to the elevator.

- - -

Clint wasn’t sure what to expect with you. But if Wanda liked you, you were sure to be one of the good sorts. So maybe like a cute girl she met at the cafe or something. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting the confident girl dressed in a suit to step out of the elevator.

All of them were lined up in the common room and he’s pretty sure any normal person would have been intimidated by the sheer amount of Avengers in front of them, but you stepped up to them absolutely unfazed.

“Mr Rogers,” you offered your hand to shake, “a pleasure to meet you.”

Steve was expecting to have to take the lead with introductions, but here you seemed to be handling yourself fine. “Likewise.”

“Is Mr Stark here today?” you asked him.

“He’s a bit busy at the mo-“

Clattering and a string of curses interrupted him. And of course, the man himself stepped into the room, Iron Man debris in his wake.

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

“What? Did you think I’d miss meeting the girl who stole the heart of our cold antisocial emo?”

Wanda tossed a couch pillow at him, but he brushed it off.

“Tony Stark,” he declared.

You shook his hand politely. “I know who you are Mr Stark.”

“And you are...?”

“Y/N L/N.”

The genius might have been singed from his armour, but the moment that name fell from your lips, he yanked his hand away, as if he was burned.

“L/N. As in L/N Corporations?”

“That’s me.”

Abruptly he turned to Wanda. “Do you know who this is?” he hissed. “The greatest rival to Stark Industries. I thought you were introducing your girlfriend.”

You gave him a winning smile. “I am her girlfriend Mr Stark. And you may have made me your rival, but I can assure you that you are not mine.”

Sam snorted.

“What are you doing here then? Are you here to try and steal data? You can’t...”

You paid him no mind as you winked at Sam. Spotting the metal arm, your eyes widened. “You must be Bucky, right? Princess Shuri told me she’d been working on some vibranium projects. I’d love to take a closer look some other day if you don’t mind?”

“How do you know Shuri?” Stark spluttered.

“You think that she only talks to rich boys who need her help? Sorry to burst your bubble.”

Nat couldn’t help but smirk at this.

“Oh and I’ve actually been working on some prototype Widow Bites as a bit of a free time project,” you added. “If you’re interested, your opinion on usage would really help me to refine them.”

“Of course.”

“Traitor,” Tony glared.

It’s at this point your phone began to ring. Glancing down, you offered a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve really got to take this.” You turned to face the wall as your friendly tone turned professional.

The Avengers huddled together as your call went on.

“Is she using you for information?” Tony scowled.

Wanda scowled back. “She’s my girlfriend Stark. Not everything is about you.”

He looked as if he was going to say more, but Steve interrupted.

“Look Tony, she seemed like a perfectly lovely girl.”

“Yeah I like her,” added Sam. “She can keep your ego in check.”

“If Wanda likes her, I’m fine with it too.” Clint said.

Wanda gave him a thankful look.

A cough came awkwardly behind them.

“I really hate to cut this short everyone, but something’s come up back at the office. Investors are a pain.”

“Yeah go on back to your investors then,” spat Tony.

“Wow” you drawled, heading back to the elevator, “is the rich card the only thing you can play Stark?”

The light on the wall indicated that the cab had arrived, and you stepped inside the carriage which would take you back down, as Peter stepped out.

“Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I was just leaving Pete, but swing by later, alright?”

“You know it.”

“Oh and I heard you liked the hoodie I gave Wanda, Mr Stark,” you called. “I can grab you one as well, since it’s my company. But I really do gotta run now. Nice to meet you all!” The metal doors slid shut on your grinning face.

There was a silence, before Tony turned on his protégée. “How the hell are you on a first name business with her?”

“We’re friends?” Peter offered.

“Friends?”

“She went to college with me. She was super smart and we hung out and stuff. You know, what friends usually do.”

Squirming under his mentor’s gaze, he continued. “She was too smart for college though, so she dropped out and started her company. It didn’t mean we stopped being friends though.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Underoos?”

“She figured you might overreact, especially with the web sho-“ The boy’s eyes widened, and he made a mad dash for the stairs.

But Tony grabbed his wrist. “What were you saying?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “She helped me out with my web shooters in college, and since then, she’s been developing them with me.”

“What?”

“She knows I’m Spider-Man and I work with her on my tech,” he said slowly.

The man surveyed his teammates, making deliberate eye contact with each and every one of them. “Traitors, the lot of you,” he huffed.

“I mean you gotta admit it,” laughed Sam. “She’s college age, and built an empire to rival you. Not to mention that she’s pretty, smart, has better PR and actual time management skills-“

“Okay I get it,” the genius cut him off.

“Don’t be upset,” Clint smirked, “you can’t lose if you’re not her competition.”

Tony stomped off.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around,” Steve said gently, nodding at Wanda who was fiddling anxiously with her rings.

“She was cool,” added Nat. “Tony can be a pain in the ass, but he knows she’s a good person.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand.

<3: i’d say that went pretty well

Wanda: cannot believe you didn’t tell me

<3: i’m really sorry babe, please don’t hate me

Wanda: i could never

<3: just didn’t want him to stop you from fraternising with the enemy or whatever

Wanda: i’d break the rules for you any day

<3: how romantic

<3: so miss rebel, you coming over tonight?

Wanda: depends if you’re still wearing the suit

<3: anything for you ;)

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request: trying 69 with Tom ?? 🖤

A/n: excuse me, i loved the idea! Really fun to write, i went all the way from fluffy to filthy and fluffy again, lol, anywaysss. It got quite long, hope you like it!

Pairing: boyfriend!tom x female reader

Warnings: smut (minors dni); extended warnings bellow the cut.

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Let me know your thoughts on this!!

+warnings: oral (f and m receiving, 69 basically); fingering (f receiving), dirty talk.

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Tom grabs the smooth flesh of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, while you keep working your lips over the sensitive spot on his neck, right bellow his ear. You hear a choked groan coming out of his lips.

"Baby-", he bites his lips, almost losing his thoughts when you grind over his crotch. "Baby, can't get marks"

His protests are weak, and you know very well he's pondering between the pleasure you're giving and his commitment with work; Tom had already warned you that he couldn't get any marks on his skin right now, as the shooting for Spider-Man was still going on.

You smile apologetically.

"Sorry, Tommy", you press a tender kiss over the spot and raise your head to look at him. "Just missed you. Been aching to get my mouth on you." You brush your nose against his, closing your eyes as you just feel the proximity between the two of you. "It's been a time."

You and Tom have had a hard time trying to conciliate both schedules, with his filming and your work, and that was the first weekend both of you got some time off to enjoy the company of each other. Obviously, you agreed on skip the movie and cuddles you both used to enjoy the time alone to relieve the need of touching you two had grown since three weeks ago.

"Yeah?", Tom enjoys the sensation of your tenderness, among the sensuality of your hips swirling slowly over his lap. He feels the pure bliss while closing his eyes and bringing his lips to grave over yours, pecking every then and now. "Missed you too, darling. So, so much".

You tease him, hands going down his torso until reached the waistband of his boxers. "Gonna show me?", you smirk, finger lingering around the fabric.

Tom smiles, grabbing you by the waist and in a skilled movement, flipping your positions. Under his toned body, you have to catch your breath, hands sliding down the sides of his torso whilst bringing him closer.

"Wanna feel close to you, baby", he murmurs, eyes focused on yours. "Show you how much I appreciate you", he releases a quiet pleased sigh as you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling his lower half closer to you. "Just wanna take it slow tonight, y'know".

You smile at his sweetness, though you knew you had other plans running through your mind.

Tom drops his head down to kiss the space between your boobs, his lips tracing a wet path on your skin. You tug your hands on his hair, feeling the soft curls.

You bite your lips, remembering the thoughts you had about something you wanted to try with him just a couple of days ago. It came out from a not so innocent chat you had with one of your closest friends, who asked if you have ever done sixty-nine before. You thought to yourself it wasn't a big deal that you haven't, as you always imagined the position a bit messy and uncomfortable for both of partners, but then she made it pretty clear that your fears were making you lose something you might quite enjoy.

So there were you, thinking how you'd bring it up with Tom, when he was already so close to your core. You squirmed a bit, sucking on your lower lip nervously.

"Tom?" Your voice comes out as a whisper, and Tom doesn't take his mouth away from your skin, lips hovering over your hips as his tongue licked on it. He hums, giving vibrations that tickled you, making you giggle a bit. "Can- uh, can we try something?"

He stops the moves of his tongue, looking up at you, lips pursed in a mischievous smirk. "You wanna try something?", he asks and you nod sheepishly. "And what is it?"

His mouth goes back to work on your skin, but his eyes didn't leave yours. He was working you up, teasing you, and you could feel and arousal between your legs grow with every light bite of his on your belly.

"I was thinking..." you suck in a breath. "I could give you a blowjob..."

"I like the sound of that", he smirks playfully and you roll your eyes, shoving his shoulder lightly. He laughs. "Go ahead".

"As I was saying", you sigh quietly and readjust your body in bed, propping your elbows on the mattress to lift your back. "I give you a blow, while- well, while you eat me out".

Tom stops on his tracks again, but the mischievous smile wasn't plastered on his face anymore. If anything, he looked surprised, taken aback by the sudden propose.

"You mean, you wanna do the 69?" He asks, sounding baffled, but it quickly changes into an eager manner. "Hell, yes".

You blink a few times and sigh in relieve. You and Tom were always up to new things, and you had promised each other that whenever one of you felt like trying something new, you'd always be open and talk about it. However, it got into your nerves anyways.

Tom made his way back to meet your face, kissing you fervently.

"And what about the go slow thing?" You pant, amused by the way he seemed to change his mind.

"Yeah, yeah, we can have it later", he is quick to dismiss. "Right now, I just wanna a little taste of you".

You nod eagerly, pretty much satisfied with how quick he has agreed with you. Hands tangled in his curls, you watch as he goes down on you again, much faster now, until reaching your panties. Tom taps the sides of your hips, and you lift it to help him get the piece of cloth off.

"Shit, darling" he eyes your glistening center, head dropping to get closer. "Can't wait to put my mouth on this sweet pussy".

Tom doesn't seem to contain himself as he licks a long strip of your heat, making you whimper.

"Not fair", you say while pulling him away from your core. "C'mon, don't get me distracted".

He chuckles before kneeling down on bed, taking his boxers out. "I don't think I could. You look very determined".

When he's fully naked, you give him space to lay on bed, a smirk proudly hanging on his face.

"C'me here, suit yourself" he pats his rigid thighs with both hands, and you can't help but laugh at how comfortable he's with it.

You make your way to sit on his lap, gasping lightly at the contact of his thigh with your exposed pussy.

"Have you ever done this before? You don't look... nervous or anything", you ask timidly, holding on hands Tom gave you for support.

He smiles softly. "Have never. It's just that I'm excited whenever we're trying something different. I like that you trust me enough for this".

You blush and bite your lip to hide a smile.

"Me too, Tommy".

He rubs your hips with affection and look at you in awe. "Good. But now, love, I think you're facing the wrong side".

You roll your eyes and shake your head, laughing a bit. "I know, dork".

You reposition yourself, sitting on Tom's abs, feeling a little nervous while you face his hard cock. It's a beautiful sight, the outlined veins, the red tip almost as a claim for you to give him some sort of satisfaction and you sigh to try to relax your nerves.

Tom holds your hips and help you to adjust, which ends up creating a great friction between his toned abs and your cunt, making you release a low moan.

"Fuck, the view I have right now... You wouldn't believe", he says and you clench around nothing. You can now hear the smirk on his face. "You like it, don't you, darling? Such a dirty girl. Come here, need you a little closer"

You turn your head back to do as you were told and feel the heat on your cheeks once you see the hungry look on Tom's face. "Just like that", he squeezes your butt, giving a light kiss on one cheek. "Is it alright, love?"

You take in a shaky breath and nod.

"Do you wanna me to start?" He asks sweetly, worry in his voice. You can tell he's trying to catch any kind of discomfort in you, if you're still willing to do so. "If you don't want to, we can stop-"

"No", you shake your head firmly. "I want it. Just a bit nervous, I guess".

He gives you a reassurance smile and rubs his thumb over your hips. "It's okay, love. But if you feel like you are not enjoying it, just use the safe-word, alright? I'll stop".

You smile back at him and nod. You shouldn't be nervous. It was Tom, after all, and you always feel so safe and comfortable around him. So you turn your head again, focused on calming your nerves down. Looking at his hard, you realised it was just a matter of doing what you always did - and liked pretty much doing. You lowered your head and licked your lips, giving his tip a light kiss as to tease him a bit.

You feel Tom squirm under you at the minimum contact, his cock twisting in expectation.

"Fuck, y/n", he breaths out, "Shit, it's going to be hard to focus".

You giggle and try to lick a long line from his base to the tip, which made him curse.

"Alright, you wanna play", you could hear the smirk once more and jolted when felt the wetness of his hot tongue flat against your core.

"Fuck, Tom", you moan, hiding your hips back to earn more friction. You loved his tongue, you loved just how he always knew what he was doing with it and how he knew to tease you, making you ask for more.

His tongue invades you, collecting your wetness before pushing in and out of you in a quick and steady pace. It feels firm and thick inside of you and your eyes roll back to the pleasure.

"Thought it was supposed to be both of us at the same time, darling", he teases at your lack of action, sucking on your lips harshly, "Guess it's not just as simple, is it?"

You gasp before snapping yourself back to reality. You wanted to take that smug attitude out of him as much as you wanted to take him on your mouth, so you focus on your work.

Taking his cock on your hand, you pump it a few times before putting a small length on your mouth, opening it wider. Adjusting your jaw, you took what you could get from him, tip hitting the back of your throat.

"Fuck, fuck", he pants, hips jerking up to your mouth. "Perfect mouth, you have. God-"

You smile proudly with he still on your mouth, moaning around him when he kitten licks your clit.

You bob your head up and down, eyes tearing up with the effort, but still pleased as you felt Tom burying his face on your heat, as concentrated to get you off.

In a matter of minutos, both of you were a mess on the bed, pants and moans loud enough to make one another go further, deeper, faster. Your jaw hurt with the intensity of your movements, but you couldn't care less. It was pure bliss, the way your walls clenched around Tom's tongue, and the way the would throb on your mouth, drool rolling down your chin.

You noticed that your thoughts on the new position were right, it wasn't the most comfortable one, and it was certainly messy, as one of you would always end up jerking hips or have your faces covered in each other's arousal. But it was good - none of that mattered, cause it felt good to have Tom on this position, and turned you on to imagine he was doing all of that with your cunt and you couldn't even watch it.

When you felt the pressure building on your belly, you took him out of your mouth, replacing it with your hand. "'M close".

"Yeah?" He shook his head rapidly on your folds, tongue out, and you moaned his name. "Come for me, baby. Wanna taste your cum on my tongue".

You try to focus on his release as the feeling was taking over you. It was hard, but you put your mouth around him again, sucking him off.

"Fuck, darling, gonna come on your mouth", he pants, hips jerking while his fingers entered your hole to stimulate you more. "C'mon, pretty. Yeah, that's it, love, give it to me"

"Tom-"

Your climax hits you in intense waves of pleasure, your toes curling and legs shaking. You moan around Tom, closing your eyes, and you can't control the work of your mouth anymore. In the lack of anything to hold on to, you grip the sheets beneath you.

Tom feels your reaction and it only coax his own climax, shooting his cum in your mouth, with your tongue laid flat against his length, sending vibrations on him. He curses all the way, riding you out of your orgasm with his fingers lazily working inside of you.

With your mouth full of his cum, you release his cock and swallow every drip of him, catching your breath and falling apart on the top of Tom.

His breath is heavy under you, and after a few seconds trying to collect yourself again, you decide it's time to lay down straight. You catch a sight of him collecting your release from his messy face, cleaning his fingers up with his mouth, and if it wasn't for the powerful orgasm you just had, you'd have whined just at the view.

Tom helps you, and your head feel dizzy as you lay beside him. He puts one arm around you, bringing you closer to his chest, and you lay your head there.

"You okay?" He asks, kissing the top of your head. You smile lazily, still taken by the euphoria of your orgasm, and nod. "So... did you like the new position?"

Still smiling, you look up at him, fingers caressing his jaw.

"Loved it" you press a soft kiss on his lips, "Thank you".

"Thank you" he smiles tenderly, a contrast from the previous actions and words. "For trusting me. You're amazing, love. And I'm more than happy to be the one you try new things with".

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