#I had FUN writing this LOL
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A Goodbye
Not beta read or anything. Literally the most self indulgent thing ive ever written. enjoy. inspired by @rambheem-is-real 's nsfw posts that got the horny wheels working.
Pairing: Varadeva
NSFW
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Khansaar, 2010
There it was. Laid out in front of them like an animal's carcass.
Love had never been easy for Varadha. Love had always been an enemy, a weakness and every other attribute that tainted that word. It ate away at him like a disease and spit him back out like phlegm. When love did not want him, it made him its weapon.
So he looked at its corpse. Beaten, ragged and dirty, as it was meant to be. He was the one who had ended its life, so why was he feeling like a gaping hole had been made in his heart?
And why did love look so alive in his eyes? Why did it writhe and dance and reach out and pull Varadha towards him? Why did it seem to want to live when he kept killing it? Why couldn't it just go?
"Varadha," said Deva.
"Go." A piece of his heart turned to stone as he said that.
"Varadha, listen-"
"Get out. If I ever see your face again, I'll put your head on a spike and hang it at Khansaar's doors. Go."
Well, it had achieved what he wanted it to. That writhing love stopped its dance in Deva's eyes. In its remains, all that was left was a rising anger.
Good. At least he would go out of this world in the wake of that love. No death would be more respectable.
But Varadha knew Deva more than he knew himself. That anger, so familiar to him, cooled down, replaced with another emotion
It wracked him to his bones.
Don't leave me, he wanted to say. I love you. Love me back. Please.
But he stood his ground.
Deva turned around, and walked out of the room. The entire place descended into silence. No one spoke a word. The sun set.
Varadharaja Mannar became King.
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Khansaar, 2017
The corpses that lined the border of Khansaar reminded him of another time, when burning bodies were all you could see around you.
He could also see Deva on top of the cliff.
Love still felt like a punch to the gut.
How untamed could something be? How could it still be alive, with all of its guts spilling out? How could it be alive and fight to burn and writhe, when blobs of its blood had fallen for 32 years?
And why did it need to haunt him of all people?
Deva was just as beautiful as he had been all those years ago. Even as Varadha prepared for a proper death this time, he couldn't help but look at the one man who made him feel like he was at the heights of pleasure and in the depths of despair at the same time. How could he not when Deva looked at him with storms in his eyes?
Varadha wanted to ease them. Ease all of his worries away. He didn't care about that Aadhya girl, he didn't care about anything. He just wanted Deva to look at him with those eyes of his. He wanted to drown in them, lose himself in them and then kiss the man's head, caress away the lines on his forehead and love him like he had always wanted to.
"Get me his head," he said instead.
All the people at his disposal marched out, perhaps hoping for an intense battle.
Well, he had just sent a hundred men to their deaths. He made a silent prayer to Katteramma to forgive him.
It didn't take long for the men to be disposed of. Deva was quite singularly focused on murdering anyone involved.
As Varadha sat in his throne, the doors burst open, and in bulldozed the man.
He couldn't help it - he never could when Deva was near - he noticed Deva's minute details without even having to try. It was like a built in mechanism that couldn't be removed. A little scar there, a bit of rugged scruff here, a small mole that had been the highlight of his days during their childhood.
"Varadharaja Mannar," began Deva.
Varadha shook himself out of his little trance. What use was it being in cahoots with a dead love?
He lifted his hand to stop Deva - no, Devaratha - from continuing.
He looked at everyone else in the court. "Get out. All of you. This is between me and - Devaratha." His jaw clenched.
Everyone filed out in a few minutes. The court room, which had been filled with clamouring noise earlier, fell quiet.
Neither of them said a word. Both of them knew what the other was thinking.
Deva put his weapon down. He raised his arms up in surrender and walked towards the throne.
Varadha didn't move an inch.
His footsteps echoed in the courtroom as he made his way to the throne. Varadha's heart constricted just a little bit more with each step.
Deva stopped at the foot of the stairs. His gaze was laser focused on Varadha.
"Devaratha," Varadha said.
"Where is Aadhya?" asked Deva.
"It doesn't matter. She never did, did she?" Varadha smirked. "It was never about her."
"Then give her back." Deva's face contorted, fury radiating off him in waves.
Varadha let out a chuckle, humourless and dry. That fury would go back in again, simmer in his insides. Old habits.
"Come on, Deva. We both know how these things work. I can't give her to you, unless you give me something in return," he said instead.
Deva's fist clenched. "What do you want?"
"You."
Deva's expression went from fury, to confusion, to - something else, and then finally seemed to settle on a decision. Deva raised an eyebrow at him, as if he was asking something.
Varadha watched him squirm. In a twisted way, he felt a bit of triumph. He bet Aadhya couldn't decipher all these minute expressions.
"Come," he said.
Deva took a few cautious steps, wariness shrouding his form. Varadha, as usual, just watched.
One step. Two. Three. Four. Five.
The man was right in front of him. He could smell his sweat and the remnants of gunpowder. He could feel the heat radiating off of Deva.
Varadha's breath caught.
Deva seemed to register that, and a small smirk made its way onto his face. And Varadha, as usual, traced every movement that Deva made.
Eventually, their eyes met. They had to. It was inevitable for them to look at each other like the other held the answers to the universe. It was inevitable that they would search for the answers to their unspoken questions in each other's eyes.
Deva's eyes dissolved into something soft. Varadha - he was helpless. Even if he wanted the harshness of vengeance or past anger to take over his heart, Deva could simply look at him and he would forget everything.
That's just how it was.
God, he was gone. He was delusional. That was the only way he could explain - whatever this was.
How badly messed up it was that he was imagining Deva getting closer to his face, as if he was about t-
What the fuck.
***
Deva was kissing him.
Lips were pressed against his own, bearing down on them.
And Varadha's lips moved. He didn't remember it clearly. Perhaps it was the little bit of whiskey he'd had in the morning.
But Varadha moved. He put his arms around Deva's neck and kissed him back. He bit Deva's lips, opened him him up.
The sensation of his tongue felt sent a jolt through Varadha and heat pooled low in his groin.
He had longed for this. He had longed for it like a parched man in a desert for water. He wanted to be engulfed in Deva's scent, completely surrounded by it. He wanted to kiss this man to pieces, kiss him into submission.
He pulled Deva onto his lap, not leaving his mouth for even a second. The gasp that escaped his mouth just riled Varadha up.
He wanted the man to whimper. To moan and gasp and writhe against him. He wanted him to lose his control and give in.
Well, only one way to do it.
Varadha parted from his mouth. He pulled Deva by the ass and thrusted up, grunting as he did so. Deva gasped.
"Y-you fucking bastard," the other man gritted out.
"Mhm?" Varadha hummed as he rubbed their crotches once again.
Deva just kissed him again, forcefully parting his lips and biting down on them.
Varadha moaned, the pain mixing with the pleasure and making everything hazy around him.
That distinct smell of Deva clouded every other sense of his, and the only thing he could feel was the touch of his lips, the heat of his breath and that heady, heady pleasure.
Deva separated them, and a string if spit extended between their lips. Deva was breathing hard, and Varadha wasn't any better.
Deva's eyes were dilated, and the look in his eyes spoke more than he could ever express with words. Varadha's eyes trailed down to his lips, so plump and kissed. He caressed them and felt Deva suck in a breath.
God, he was beautiful.
He pressed a haphazard kiss to Deva's lips. He didn't move away after letting go. Instead, he let their temples touch.
It was a simple act, a simple touch. Yet it felt like he had finally come home, and had been laid to rest. The hand that had been on Deva's lips, now became intertwined with his hair, pulling them closer to each other. Deva sighed.
He didn't know for how long they stayed like that. Everything felt a bit hazy, and his cock wasn't in the mood for calming down either, throbbing as it was.
Deva seemed to have regained some of his senses. He leaned forward and kissed Varadha's temple. Then his eyes. Then the tip of his nose. The apples of his cheeks. The space between his upper lip and his nose. He peppered kisses across his jaw.
He reached Varadha's neck, and that is where he chose to stop. Varadha looked to the side, and caught Deva staring at him. A small smile came into Varadha's vision.
Oh.
Oh.
Next thing he knew, Deva was kissing his neck, licking it, biting it, loving it. All he could hear around him were little gasps and moans. Deva was grunting as he played with the sensitive skin on Varadha's neck.
Varadha ground against Deva, craving that sweet release. He kept thrusting and rubbing, Deva's erection an acute reminder of his arousal. He wanted this just as much as Varadha did. A little bloom of possessiveness occurred in his heart.
His hand, which had been around Deva's neck, now made its way to his crotch. He palmed the man's erection.
Deva bucked up against his hand, and the moan that came out of his mouth went straight to Varadha's cock. He pressed down on Deva further, bringing out more of those.
Not once did Deva let go of his neck. At one point, he did something with his tongue that almost made Varadha come in his fucking lungi.
He pulled him away from his neck. Deva looked dazed and was about to dive back in, but Varadha pulled at the man's hair. Deva let out a moan.
He looked so fucked out. They hadn't even put each other's cocks inside each other. Something warmed in Varadha's heart at that.
Deva got up. Varadha stopped himself from whining at the loss.
Deva kneeled in front of him.
"What-"
"Shh. Let me do my thing." He placed a finger on Varadha's lips.
This is probably the last time I'll love you went unsaid, but they both understood it.
He took away his hands to work on Varadha's lungi. He untied it, and looked him in the eyes while doing it. Varadha didn't shy away.
Deva looked down at Varadha's twitching cock, the thin cloth of the boxers the only thing separating it from him. He licked his lips.
Varadha palmed his cock through his boxers, little moans escaping his throat.
Deva looked mesmerised by it all. It made Varadha feel a certain type of way.
He placed a hand on Varadha's. They moved together, touching where the other didn't, rubbing where the other didn't, caressing where the other didn't.
"Don't look at me," Varadha breathed in between gasps.
"Where else will I look?" Deva murmured.
Varadha didn't know what to say to that, so he concentrated on Deva.
Deva pulled down his boxers, and Varadha's cock sprang up. He hissed at the sudden sensation of cold wind.
His - whatever - seemed to notice and came to his aid.
"It's aroused," said Deva.
"Shut the fuck up and suck it," replied Varadha.
And Deva did just that.
***
Aftermath
"Did you just have sex with him?" asked Aadhya, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. She had the most incredulous expression on her face.
Deva, to save his ass and reputation, did not reply.
"You did," she said in disbelief. "Oh my god, you went and fucked your fucking ex. What the actual fuck."
Deva stayed quiet.
"Unbelievable," she said.
After a few minutes, though she asked, "Was he that good?"
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ummm so that was that. i just wanted an excuse to write porn yall. i hope its not all bad. i hope u find some alright things!
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@avernusdamned [ my soul is paper, and yours is ink. i journal everyday with you, i fill my pages with our adventures, until you are dry, and i am covered in your scratches, and we are one, again, stained and lettered and heaven-sent and enveloped, as our great purposes demanded. ]
“So. Dammon.” Wyll looks at Karlach, up and down. It is not lust, but it is not unappreciative. A little cock of his head and a glint in his eye that shows he knows how brilliant she shines. ‘I would kiss you if you asked. But oh, we could really do more than kiss. I have already held you a thousand nights, and you are the only person to whom I would bare the full brunt of myself, naked, basking in your light.’
Karlach is nothing like the women he ‘dates.’ He seems to end up with so many matches on Florrick’s requests to solidify bonds and ask for favors—sometimes from their own well of power and expertise—sometimes from their brothers and Fathers, sometimes, even more scandalously still—from their husbands.
Politics is so dreadful in its mundane awfulness sometimes. He wants to battle, he craves a different kind of violence with Karlach at his side, rather than emotional wounds Karlach and her parents have to kiss better. (Wyll will never forget the way Karlach’s father looked at his horns, and knocked their foreheads together, like they were a pair of bucking wild rams. It made him laugh, harder than perhaps he’d ever laughed. Tears swelled in his eyes, half blocked by glass.)
If only they could have gone to Hell together. He dreams of it, sometimes, when they lay together in her sauna, and they get tired of complaining about their days—or in Karlach’s case, enthusing about her adventures—and simply, well, snuggle.
“Dammon, The Blacksmith. Dammon, your savior, who holds your heart in his hand in ways no other man can—“ Wyll bats his eyelashes, teasing, lifts a hand to his forehead and pretends to swoon as he falls into her lap.
“Should I be jealous? Should I exile him forever? Lock him in the stockades for stealing you away?”
And then he scowls. “If he does not treat you right, I will actually do it.”
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What kind of people would you consider to be 'cowards'?
how the fuck do i answer this (my first instinct was to answer honestly but i did not know how)
People like you, Anonymous, are the true cowards; asking me such a question without even showing your face.
The world is fraught with such evils, but until now, I had yet to encounter one as great as yours.
Your lies and deceit cannot harm me any longer, demon.
Reveal thy true form, Anonymous, or I shall strike thee down with my original copy of Luigi's Mansion (2001) for the Nintendo Gamecube
I beseech thee, demon
thanks for the ask btw! always love getting them
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I saw this post and I'm going to be honest I'm obsessed w the concept so what if i shared some thoughts about it + Can?
Travis owns a little plushie from his childhood days. It definitely has seen better days, but he still loves him very much
When things get too bad he sleeps hugging him, but otherwise he keeps him in his bedstand
He never takes him out of his bedroom, not wanting anyone to see him in fear they'll mock him for it
After Can started sharing bedroom with him he put him inside his closet, again, so no one will see it
One time, while Can was cleaning the house to kill some time, she accidentally comes across it and instantly falls in love with it
Can asks Travis about it, first inquiring if it is his, Travis strongly denies it and instead lies saying it's Caleb's and that he simply forgot it here
Can doesn't question it but does mention they love plushies and miss their childhood ones before mentioning his dad forced them to get rid of them long ago
Can offers to clean and patch up the little guy better
At first Travis is dubious, and partly scared, but seeing their excitement he decides to trust her to do it
Said and done, she does as and while not perfect the result is pretty good
After seeing his childhood plushie in the best state he has seen in years Travis fails to hide his excitement
This confuses Can a little since she believed he had no connection to the toy but finds it specially cute so she ignores it
It takes Travis a while to be convinced Can won't laugh at him if he tells them the truth and another while to muster up the courage and find the right words to disprove his lie
Eventually he admits it to her and she's shocked but delighted by the revelation
Can asks Travis why he lied about it and he confessed he was scared of her making fun of him for it
Can felt sad about learning this, being able to tell from experience someone definitely had made fun of it before, so she reassured him they would never make fun of things that mattered to him, no matter how "weird", "embarrassing" or "childish they were
With enough proof to believe so, Travis had no choice but to trust them
After that day, the plushie got to sit around the room without having to be hidden away again
On some occasions Can has him with them so he can speak to someone when bored
And Travis still sleeps with him when the situation calls for it
#worms.txt#oc can#travis hackett#i had fun writing this lol#it had been sitting on my drafts for a bit#originally i was gonna write it in traditional style but fuck ittt this was easier to do lol#linking the post but not tagging op or anything bc im shy btw lol dont wanna annoy them w my silly little oc/canon rambles
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Flatline does a funky little experiment, and surprisingly it works.
This was based off the ask I may or may not have sent in to darklordofthesimp, which love their writing, very much to die for in my opinion.
Boredom and curiosity sure bring out odd sides of people and can truly lead to rather interesting results. Such was the case of Flatline, one of the medics for the Task Force 141.
She’s had her fair share of odd experiences, both at her old job as a paramedic and now as a combat medic. But witnessing one of the best snipers they’ve ever heard of and seen responding to being pspspspspsed at? Definitely not something they would ever think they would witness.
Now, you may be wondering, Flatline, how the fuck did you manage that, let alone come up with the idea of pspspspspsing at someone? Well, for shits and giggles of course. Ok maybe not for shits and giggles but more because curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.
It started like what would be a normal day on base. Meaning, she was currently on her like second or third cup of coffee. Not healthy and not very effective but it’s fine. At least that’s what she told herself. The eye bags begged to differ but in this line of work, that was to be expected.
There was only one other person sitting in the common area with Flatline, that person being Birdy. Flatline had mixed emotions about Birdy, finding the woman to be rather scary, even if she was now incredibly traumatized. Actually, scratch that, that made Flatline more scared because Birdy was scary as hell before, but now she’s rather unpredictable.
The two sat in a rather comfortable silence, aside from the occasional sound coming from Flatlines phone. She was just scrolling through random videos in her phone, before she landed on a video of a cat being pspspspsed at. This seemed to have caught Birdy’s attention though, as she quickly looked up before looking away.
“Hmm, odd. There’s no way though right? No way in hell The Birdy would respond to being pspspsped at like a fucking cat! Ok well now I need to put it to the test and see for me myself.” Was what was running through her mind. She decided why not use the scientific method of basically fuck around and find out and see if Birdy actually was secretly part cat.
She waited a few more minutes, staring at her phone and sitting in silence before letting out a quiet “Pspspspspsps” and even rubbing her fingers together to see if she’d get a bigger reaction.
She most definitely did. That reaction being Birdy snapping her heads towards Flatline, her eyes boring into the medics. “Did you need something?”
Flatline snapped out of their shock, genuinely surprised that Birdy looked over at her, let alone she responded! She quickly shook her head and stood up, shooting her a quick smile and nervously rubbing her neck
“Oh no sorry bout that. I just was testing something is all. I’m… I’m just gonna go now.” She made a beeline for the door, accidentally slamming her shoulder into the doorframe and letting out a quiet “ouch” before continuing on their way, making her way past Ghost.
Birdy just stared at the doorframe, shrugging at the look Ghost gave her.
Out in the, Flatline was surprisingly happy with herself, despite having ran into a damn doorframe. “Holy shit I cant believe that actually worked.” She was internally cheering even though Birdy probably now thought she was weird. Or at least weirder. But Flatline didn’t give shit, she would definitely do it again. Just not anytime soon. Next time though, she planned to get proof. Was it possible to get other members of the 141 to respond to similar noises? Who knows. But Flatline sure as hell was planning to find out.
#task force 141#cod oc#cod 141#pspspspspspspsps#Ocs#Birdy is secretly part cat???#flatline is a fan of the scientific method#she’s bored and tired and wants to have fun#can you blame her?#cod modern warfare#I had fun writing this lol
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@rosariashattered
The fight lasted for hours once in the castle grounds.
Scattered noble guards, knocked out-some way or another. Soldan was with Clive, Cid and Torgal during the venture and then being spotted a few miles off was the not-so-perfect icing on the cake. Clive knew who sent them, as did Soldan.
"We have to fall back! Or, at least one of us does!" Cid yelled out, sternly. Clive and Torgal took out a few more, before stopping.
Soldan however...she was beyond mad.
No, worse. Provoked. Something in her struck a nerve, one that hasn't been fired off for months.
A large, bulkier noble guard soon stepped up, she wasn't one to be intimidated by such larger foes and took chances for killing blows. "Who do we have here? Some shortstack of a girl?" mocking, then laughing.
Clive knew to to never call her that, his expression went from serious to severely worried. Torgal whined, as he also knew this fact. Her expression shifted into a snarl, pupils thin.
"What did you jusst call me?" coldly responding, with a hard sting of malice. The guard, was not expecting that remark-instead, a glare to follow up. "Don't you have somewhere to be? A battlefield isn't for some pathetic rat like you." Throwing her into a crumbling wall, like paper.
It was silent for several moments.
The silence broke with a loud, unknown growling hiss under the rubble. Something moved underneath, something large-and angry.
"What in the...?" The guard went pale.
This wasn't good on his part.
A long, serpent like body slithered out slowly around him, almost 10ft in height and matching in length. The pupils of the eyes were inverted, yellow pupils and violet sclera.
Clive, Cid, and Torgal were in shock for several minutes.
Who-or what was this?
The noble guard was being crushed, but instead-got thrown into the same wall she was at a moment ago.
An loud roar came out, several birds flew out of the trees hearing it.
"Do not talk down on me, I will crussh every bone in your body if you lay a hand on Clive, Cid or Torgal." speaking in a tone, that was almost a threat itself.
The dust cleared.
The guard was knocked out.
She flopped on the ground, calming down.
"...Soldan?" Clive and Cid, finally spoke up.
Opening an eye, also feeling a paw tap her snout in worry. Torgal sat there, tail wagging in relief that she was doing better now.
"Heh, did I ever tell 'ya that being a curssed immortal has a downside? Now you've seen it in persson, full angry view and everything."
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I made this account to reblog xreader content, but I'm craving a rather specific scenario and have no clue how else I can satiate this craving except writing it out myself, and if I'm gonna do that, might as well share! The s/o will be kept vague, but otherwise, enjoy me indulging my own cravings~
Tonight was pasta night, and the two of you were in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. Music had been playing from your phone as the two of you prepped the ingredients and got as much as you could started, but now all that was left was to get the pasta cooking.
While you waited, the song switched to what could only be described as your song. Your partner looked at you with a smile tugging at their lips. They extended their hand.
"May I have this dance?"
You gave a glance at the water that hadn't even begun to simmer yet, before placing your hand in theirs.
"You may"
A smile graced their lips as they pulled you in and began to sway. A twirl here, a peck there, and plenty of laughter to go around. Together you danced and allowed yourselves to briefly escape into a world that only belonged to the two of you.
As the song neared its end, they pressed their forehead to yours, simply enjoying your presence. A giggle bubbled up past your lips as you went in for a kiss.
The song faded out, and as your partner went in to steal another kiss, you noticed the sound of boiling water. You glanced over at the pot and found it to certainly be boiling. Boiling over, that is.
#i had fun writing this lol#tbh might actually write some more on this account lol#slow dancing in the kitchen#imagine scenarios#oc x reader#reader insert#gender neutral reader#x reader#established relationship#sfw
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I had a post a while ago about making sure your dnd character WANTS to be an adventurer a while ago, something else I’ve been thinking about is the importance of making a dnd character that WANTS to be in a group and have some sort of relationship with other PCs. the Group Nature of ttrpgs means lone wolves just aren’t feasible. if you really want to play a lone wolf or antisocial character at the beginning then I highly recommend telling your dm and the others players that you plan on forming bonds along the way and growing out of that mindset. otherwise why are you playing dnd, a group activity that involves cooperation and building relationships? Just Write A Book if you don’t wanna be in a group
#the advice Just Write A Book goes out to DMs a lot but it also applies to PCs I think#I’ve had character ideas that I’ve moved from PC to Book Character for this reason!!#I do like lone wolves who don’t trust others but they’re way more fun to read about than actually play#pls cooperate with the other players and be friends at the table lol#dnd
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Omg so like I want to hear your thoughts on perv!Megumi like finally after so long of Gojo teasing him for being in college for two years at this point and being single, he’s finally procured a pretty girlfriend who’s unfortunately (for her) so naive and sweet??🩷💕 Idk I got shy but I know you’ll do something good with this lol
ik i told u id post this after my wips but i started on it n i couldnt stop i liked the idea too much LOL im sorry for being so confusing D; tysm for the ask though!!! :o i rlly enjoyed writing this!!! (n don’t be shy ahjwhs you’re so lovely T_T♡)
perv!megumi !!! please i feel like he’s the type to be a pervert that’s kinda embarrassed n self aware about himself—especially bc gojo kept teasing him all those years n he was kinda just jacking off to whatever x-rated video that came up first (i feel like perv!megumi is highkey into hentai too but he’s taking that to the grave!!)
n when gets a pretty little girlfriend who acts so cute and who he loves so much, when he gets hard he can’t help but let some of that side of him slip out from time to time...
i think he’s also the type to take lots of pictures,, like pictures while you sleep, peeking through your door while you shower, in clothing store changing rooms while you change, upskirt pictures… he’ll make you his little model!! some of them you know about but some of them you don’t, he’s so lewd.
it’s not just pics of you he takes, it's some of himself too. i feel like one of the things he’d love to do to you is when you tell him to come with you to some random uni event, n he’ll randomly disappear in the middle of it, only to go to the bathroom to take pictures of his hard leaky cock to send you with some casual caption like he didn’t just do that ?!?! he’s crazy (more under the cut)
it’s not megumi’s fault he’s so in his head about you, he still just doesn’t really know how he managed to get someone as pretty and doting as you are as his.
he sometimes feels guilty for being so obsessed with you—your body clad in pretty little outfits that you show off to him with a twirl, the way you’ll always show him your shiny new sparkly nails when you get them done, how he’s always the first one you’ll pick to talk to about something new you’ve found to love—it’s all that seems to be on his mind recently.
maybe it was gojo’s accidental doing, those feelings of guilt. unintentionally planting a little growing seed of shame in him the first few times he started teasing him for not having a partner yet at his ‘big age’, borderline lecturing him with the ‘when i was your age’ stuff—maybe that was the logical reason why he felt so attached to you, the reason he couldn’t help getting fully erect even when he only saw as much as a pair of your flung-away panties lying at the edge of your bed when coming to your room one day.
but when he recalls back to those nights where you’re innocently cuddled against him, watching whatever movie, a quiet ‘megumi?’ leaving your lips as a sign to tell him you’re falling asleep, and he finds himself shifting in his seat, carefully adjusting your head to let you rest comfortably on him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he strokes it and tells you a ‘sleep now, angel’, he knows that’s not the reason.
nevertheless, he’s always been worried about it, thoughts of ‘am i doing too much?’ or a ‘would she not like this?’ clouding his mind. but for every single thought like this he has, he’ll always have two more memories where he’s coming up to you, his sweet-faced little girlfriend, waiting for him with open arms and open heart. and to him, it means more than the world.
and as his cheerful sweetheart girlfriend, you’ve never really minded of course.
you know he’s at least a little perverted, asking to take those pictures of you trying on your new swimsuits, or bras, or skirts, or those times when he pulls out after spilling his load into you, and the first thing he does after making sure you’re okay is to go face-to-face with the trail of cum seeping out of you to snap a few photos.
honestly, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. you just take these moments, seeing what you do to him, as a way of reassuring yourself that he really does just love you that much. and he really does. really!! :(
no matter how innocent or dirty the context, he’ll let you know whenever he gets that warm little feeling in his chest.
“i-i love you,” he pants, head coming up from sucking marks on your neck, languid thrusts coming to a gentle stop as he peers up at you with flushed cheeks. it feels like he’s admitting it for the first time again.
when you stare at him with his same love-drunk look, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, whispering out an “i love you too, gumi”, he’ll pause a moment to study your expression before gently raising you further up the bed, hooking his hand under your leg and repositioning it around his waist.
he’ll drop down to press a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and picking up the pace again, now only determined to make you cum.
when he thinks of times like these, despite what you’re doing together, it’s innocent in his head.
a time where that’s not so much the case though is when you persuade him to come with you to some uni exhibition event, looking up at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes and as many ‘pleeeaaase, gumi’s and ‘please, guuuum’s as you could muster—cause it’s not like he could say no to that, right?
at first he put up an act of feign stubbornness. but eventually he agreed—only when he knew you’d excitedly hug him and press your soft chest to his as a thank you for it though.
he’d tour the hall with you, watching you gaze in awe at everything with your cute, simple curiosity, occasionally pointing out little things in the pieces he liked. before the artist began their talk though, he got up from his seat, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before muttering a “‘m g’na go to the bathroom.”
in an empty stall, he’ll sit atop the lid and pull down his jeans, freeing his stiffening cock from his underwear. he quietly groans as he pumps himself a few times, a slow trickle of translucent white leaking down from his tip.
he silently curses, throwing his head back, thinking about how you let him flip up your pretty skirt before you left, letting him take a peek at your cute ass in the frilly panties he bought for you.
he reaches for his phone, fumbling to send a picture of the sight to you, adding a casual caption of something like ‘hi pretty girl’ or ‘u look so pretty today, angel’.
he pauses, realising that maybe you won’t see it for a little while. he’s imagining you so obediently listening to the artist speaker to notice the ping of his notification—he enjoys that thought too, but he can’t say why.
he’s careful not to thrust up into his fist, not wanting to make too much noise, but it’s futile—he’s too hard staring at the lewd shots of you saved in his secret hidden album—the way you act so innocently, the way you have no clue what the true extent is of what you do to him. he can’t help but let a few breathy whines slip.
he won’t let himself cum though, thinking he’s too good to be letting himself release over some scrunched up, bathroom tissue when he’s got his own pretty little girlfriend waiting for him a few halls down.
he sighs. cleaning up and tucking himself back into the band of his briefs, leaving the stall and washing his hands, walking back out like nothing happened.
#ywuji#this is so long n so rambly HAHEHW#i rlly had fun writing this tho#i wld love to write more :00#the last part is For Sure tacked onto the end but i wanted to include it bc i talked abt it alr Lol#apologies U_U#megumi smut#megumi fushiguro smut#fushiguro smut#megumi x reader#fushiguro x reader#megumi headcanons#fushiguro headcanons#jjk smut#jjk thirsts#jjk x reader#anime smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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prometeme (promise me)
alexia putellas x streamer!reader
warning/s: nothing, just fluff
a/n in the tags
*first emoji set: grinning face with big eyes and a thumbs up
*second emoji: a thumbs up
You put the controller down, hands shaking, letting out a victorious sigh of relief.
“Woah, that boss was something else. Jeez, I’m literally shaking, guys. I can’t believe I survived that last hit!” You chuckled, still a little breathless from the adrenaline pumping through you as you looked at the camera. “We nearly died but we pulled through! I’m just going to take a small break ‘cause that was intense!”
You stretched your arms before you grabbed your tumbler of water next to you, allowing your eyes to flit over the windows on your three monitors, ensuring that everything functioned properly for the stream.
Then as you sipped your water, you spied a rather big influx of comments on one of your chats from the corner of your eyes. It was your Instagram chat that seemed to be in danger of exploding–that fact in and of itself was weird because most of your audience were on Twitch and YouTube. So you frowned, squinting your eyes slightly to see what was happening.
‘why is alexia putellas here?’
‘So…. are we not going to talk about how Alexia Putellas is watching this?’
‘omgggg HI ALEXIAAaA!!!’
‘wait alexia who??’
‘ALEXIA?!!1?!?’
‘FORÇA BARÇA!!!!!!!!’
‘yoooo alexia is here?!?’
‘yall who tf is this alexia???’
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your sockets and you just as nearly spat out the water in your mouth. And sure enough when you scrolled up as subtly as you could, there it was: alexiaputellas joined. What the fuck is she doing?! And as if it wasn’t already bad enough, you saw her comment.
alexiaputellas: nice 😃👍*
That did nothing but add fuel to the fire because more comments started flooding in, most of them freaked out and confused.
‘guys she just commented!!!!’
‘eyooo look at your chat alexia wants to talk to you!!1!’
‘do you two know each other??’
‘HI ALEXIA!!
‘can somne pls tell me who alexia issss’
‘alexia aren’t you supposed to be training why are you here lol
‘this is so random wtffff’
‘ikr i didnt even know she likes stuff likes this’
And then you spotted the question you dreaded to see:
‘wait, are you guys dating??!!?!?’
Oh, you were so going to kill her for this. But first, you needed to find a way to calm this situation down without arousing further suspicion because if you ignored it, it would definitely just come back to bite the both of you.
Most of your followers knew that you liked football. You’d mentioned on a number of occasions that Alexia was one of your favorite players so you knew you couldn’t act too dumb but you couldn’t act too familiar, either. You needed to act just excited enough to know that one of your favorite footballers was watching you but not overtly so that it would look unconvincing. Yet still, that wouldn’t answer the question of why Alexia Putellas would be watching a videogame livestream especially when said livestreamer wasn’t someone she followed. Not to mention that the time at where Alexia was supposed to be was–you looked at the clock widget on your monitor that displayed your time and Spain’s–was currently 3 am!
Alexia, you little shit.
Thankfully, you caught sight of a comment on your Twitch chat that gave you a good segue to start addressing this.
“‘Hey, look at your Insta chat,’” you read out before adding, “why? What are you guys up to on there?”
You made a show of moving your mouse.
“Woah! Okay, why are y’all freaking out?” You squinted your eyes slightly, trying to seem like you were trying to figure out what was happening. Immediately, you were bombarded with responses telling you that Alexia was there.
“‘Alexia Putellas is watching’. Ha, very funny. There’s no way, y’all are just playing me.”
Then another good response popped up for what you said and you read it out loud. “‘She commented something.’ Where?”
You scrolled your mouse profusely, furrowing your brows for effect. Once you found it, you held your breath, widened your eyes slightly and covered your mouth with your hand.
“Holy sh–no, there’s no way… Uh–I don’t know what to–Hi, Alexia! And, thank you?” You put your face in your hands as you let out an embarrassed sound–half-real and partly an act. It wasn’t difficult to imitate a fan when you were one yourself and just because you were dating Alexia that didn’t stop you from fanning over her when she’s on the pitch.
The chat seemed to calm down and you were thankful that that little play worked.
Then you added, addressing the chat but you hoped that Alexia would get the clue to not do anything else or better, to leave the live. “This is so weird! I don’t know why she’s on here but Alexia, I hope you enjoy the show!”
To your mortification, Alexia replied in the chat again.
alexiaputellas: don’t worry, i will 👍*
Groaning internally, you watched as the chat exploded again. What did you expect really? You had to admit you played yourself there, you should had known that Alexia would do that. You tried to do damage control but at this point, you just hoped that your followers wouldn’t look into this too much. You made a mental note to talk to Alexia about her not joining any of your streams with her official account.
“Okay, so I guess we should get this show back on the road, huh?” With that, you picked up the controller and started again. You had about an hour of streaming left and you started counting down the seconds. You only hoped Alexia wouldn’t try anything again.
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“Thank you to everyone who tuned in tonight! I enjoyed it very much and I hope you did, too! Have a good night–or a good day depending on what time you’re watching this–and I’ll see you guys again in the next stream!”
You waved and directed one last smile at the camera before you disconnected the stream from all your platforms. Then you spent some time tidying up some loose ends before finally shutting everything down. You stretched as you got out of the chair, opened the door of your stream room, and made your way to the living room.
“Did you have fun?” You asked drily, throwing Alexia a dirty look as you crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe of the living room. Alexia laid comfortably down on the couch, a matching pair of grey sweats and shirt on, feet propped up on one end and one arm under her head on the other. She placed her phone down on the coffee table when she heard your voice, looking at you with an innocent look though the cheeky quirk at the corner of her lips said anything but.
“Well, since you asked, I did.” She added, grinning, “you looked so cute flustered like that.”
“You’re unbelievable!” You grumbled as you threw your hands up in exasperation but there was no sting to it. And what did you get in response? The sound of cheerful laughter. It was contagious and the mask on your face cracked, making way for a smile that left your cheeks hurting from how wide it was.
You walked towards the couch and Alexia scooched over, making space for you as she held her hand out the moment you got close enough.
“Come here. I missed you.” Alexia said in a soft voice, her hazel eyes just as gentle in the low light. She pulled you down so you’d lay against her side, your head on her chest and you sighed contentedly, immediately melting in her tender warmth, her arms strong and steady wrapped around your waist.
“It’s ony been three hours.”
“That was three hours worth of not having you next to me.” She kissed the top of your head as she muttered the words and you felt your chest ache as if your heart wanted to burst out to reach for hers. Being this close to her, it was the best place in the world.
You hummed in response, nuzzling your nose against the column of her neck and breathed her in. “You’re such a sweet-talker.”
“Not if it’s true, my love.” Alexia countered without a second thought. Your cheeks and ears warmed and you hid your face in the crook of her neck.
“Alexia, stop!”
You felt the vibration of her laughter against your cheek. “What? I’m not doing anything!”
“Yes, you are. You’re doing everything right that sometimes it scares me,” you admitted in a whisper. Alexia brought a hand over your cheek and brushed the skin there with her thumb in a soothing manner.
“Who’s the sweet-talker now?” Alexia said teasingly.
“God, you’re so annoying. I don’t know why I love you.”
At that, she laughed again. “You like it when I’m like this. And I love you, too.”
A moment of comfortable silence filled what little space between you. You listened to the steady rhythm of Alexia’s heartbeat beneath your ear as she played with your hair.
Then you spoke, “just promise me one thing, darling?"
“What?” Alexia hummed.
“Warn me before you do that again.”
She turned to catch your gaze, brilliant mischief twinkled in those hazel eyes, her dimples showed as she said, “that I can’t do.”
“Alexia!”
#ap11#not proofread#mine#my writing#a/n: just a lil fluff while im working on against all odds#the idea hit me while i was at the gym last night and wrote it right after lol i had fun with this ngl#hope you guys like it
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if this sounds self indulgent thats ok this is a reminder to myself and you
selfshipping is for you. its for your comfort. its not for anyone elses. its for you.
if you are getting back into selfshipping or starting to selfship, just know: it is ok to feel insecure, its ok to feel off, its ok to feel like what youre doing may be silly! but listen to what you want, listen what makes you happy and if selfshipping makes you happy, then go for it. start it again. enjoy the new things that is selfshipping if youre a newcomer.
if you had experiences that makes selfshipping difficult for you and you feel even worse, and question why you even are doing this in the first place, you are valid. its difficult to go back to something that brought so much comfort only for it to end poorly. its hard to tell yourself that doing this will make you happy, will make you feel better; its hard when perhaps selfshipping to you has bad memories but you wanna go back to it again.
selfshipping to some is a coping mechanism or perhaps it is to many, it can also just be a side hobby, it can be a fun little thing, a sweet comfort. selfshipping can be an escape to the real word and whats happening, and if it means writing the silliest goofiest things with your f/o just to make you smile, then is it really hurting anyone? no!
you have every right to enjoy something as much as everyone else. maybe some are way open about their f/os and draw, and write, and express it publicly. maybe you are different and want to express it privately, or maybe you want to try to express it more openly. whatever the case may be, this is your thing. its yours. no one will ever take it away from you.
no one will ever take something from you that makes you feel safe and comforted.
#i had more to offer here but thisll do#this reminds me of just wanting to write silly scenarios or hcs#just to reread because its fun lol#selfship#self ship#selfship community#self ship community#selfship positivity#self ship positivity#f/o positivity#in a way <3#selfship reminder#selfship reminders#self ship reminder#self ship reminders
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Cuz I know you man! Also you casually mention RPGs like, a weird amount.
(The Gang Tends Bar themed carfire for @its-always-ziney-in-philadelphia Valentines Zine)
#iasip#mac macdonald#dennis reynolds#sketches#I will be real: I hoped this would come out goofier than it actually did and was in agony for much of the process. Enjoy!#I had a fun time drawing the fire though#Also I had this thing I did to cope where every time I was getting distracted/frustrated I would write down whatever#song lyrics or TV lines I was hearing at the moment on a designated layer (the full image with all layers visible is pretty funny)#but I didn't alwlays remember to switch the layers and had to go through and do a final sweep of removing shit I put on visible layers#and I missed one before submitting it so there is a line from 'The Carpet Crawlers' by Genesis very faint on part of the truck LOL
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Ant Pile — sommerregenjuniluft on ao3
Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier | E | 7163 words | chapter 1/2
This is a story about two boys raised by the sun.
Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you’ve already loved them for as long as you can remember.
insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile
#rosekiller#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#fic: ant pile#it’s here guys :p#had a breakdown and needed to distract myself so i finished editing this bad boy lol#have fun i love them a lot#rosekiller fic#rosekiller fanfiction#rosekiller fluff#slytherin skittles#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders era#lune writes
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I still hold that this part from this fic is one of the funniest things I’ve ever written
#woozy Time is hysterical actually#rambles from the floor#linkeduniverse#linked universe#honestly it’s probably just one of the funniest fics I’ve ever written anyway#gosh I just reread the whole thing and bjnjfdvbfsgch#I crammed so many references in there too#I can just tell I had fun writing it lol
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Nerd-to-nerd communication
Something super pointless and self-indulgent I've had on the backburner for a while. I love trying to make the pieces they gave us fit together!
Al-AN and Robin would absolutely bond over learning about each other's biology. I could talk about this forever but I'll get into all of the headcanons I have for these two in another post eventually
Below the cut is another version with some extra bits and pieces and the transcription
Transcript :
Architect Anatomy
A. Architect "Brain" - Doesn't "store" information so much as allow for easy communication with the network
B. Brainstem - connects the information received to the central nervous/circulatory system
C. "Heart" - Circulatory system pumps the bioluminescent fluid to other organ systems and surface veins. Each node connects to a vast vasculature network
D. "Kidneys" - Organs that filter the bioluminescent "blood" and other bodily fluids, absorbing and distributing collected material
E. Nerve Center - Receives raw sensory data and filters it. Filtering can be unconscious or intentional
F. "Respiratory" Tract - Intakes gases or liquids and filters out material for use. Disposes of waste on exhale. Provides cooling to internal systems
The respiratory tract functions less like a set of lungs and more akin to a computer's cooling system, with the ability to absorb material from the environment to use in other parts of the body. It also would likely help the architect's body analyze the environment it is currently exposed to on a molecular level. It is also truly unidirectional, with the intake vents near the "collarbone" and the exhaust vents on both sides of the abdomen
The architect organ cache in-game felt like it was definitely not a complete model of the internal organs, so I wanted to come up with something to fill some more space. I also just really liked the idea of Al-An being capable of something similar to breathing, without having a respiratory system in the traditional sense.
Feel free to use any of this in your own headcanons if you would like :)
BONUS - a gif of all the layers!
#EDIT - UPDATE IN THE REBLOGS#The skeletal structure of the architects cause me so much anguish#Ily al-an but your HIPS don't have JOINTS#This was so fun#I mention this in the keep reading but feel free to use this anatomy speculation stuff in your own work!#I want to get into more of my headcanons for how his body works but I might do that through writing. Ill link my ao3 if I do lol#subnautica below zero#subnautica#sbz#al an subnautica#al an#robin ayou#subnautica below 0#al-an#spec bio#<< technically I guess#Do you think he sounds like an overheating pc when he's embarrassed#SMALL EDIT : HELLO?? I didnt realise Aci had made a video analyzing al-an's body and AUGH I WISH I HAD SEEN IT!!#He brings up some really good points and ideas abt his physiologyyyyy
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i loved your heartsteel!kayn scenarios! can you possibly do a scenario of fem!reader helping heartsteel!kayn dye his hair :3
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting His Hair Dyed by Reader ✖
✖ Word Count: 900
✖ Tags: Established R/S
✖ A/N: He has his default skin braid here. Stay tuned for more. I MISS THIS FUCKER'S BRAID OK. Also you are his long term partner! I thought it would be cute if you have been supporting him though all his ups and downs uwu
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" For reals, you've done this before right. Don't fuck it up I swear to god I will cry I'm dealing with enough shit right now babe."
" You're the one that asked me to do this for you, have some trust in me."
You comb through his braid and neatly section if off one last time before slapping on the DIY at home bleach. After getting kicked out of his old band Kayn wanted a full makeover, so with five boxes of bleach and some whining he convinced you to help him bleach and dye his hair. You stood awkwardly behind him as you comb in the bleach. Kayn wasn't wearing a shirt, so that he wouldn't ruin any tees. So it was quite a sight, hair down, topless, you pause for a bit and stare. After some thinking you sigh, you were going to miss his blue and black hair...it was so soft too...
" Hey I heard that sigh! You know I HAVE to do this...I want to change my image, show them I'm better without them!"
Kayn pouts, you see it in the mirror and laugh. Slapping on more bleach, sectioning it out and complaining once again bout how the long hair sticks to the gloves and makes it all messy. But ok, you work hard, with a roll of aluminum foil ready you neatly bleach his long hair. As you wait for the first bleaching to set in you throw a little of the leftovers on your hair too, just enough for one strip.
" Should we match colors?"
You see Kayn visibly perk up as he hears your suggestion.
" Really? I think that will be cute. Like a cringey couple."
He smirks, leaning back to take a good look at you in the toilet mirror. He starts laughing loudly.
" Wait are you copying me or making fun of me! Why bleach that same chunk of hair as the old me!"
The two of you chat for a bit as you wait for the bleach to set in, when times up you help him wash it all off in the tub. Damn his hair was really such a dark black, it was just brown now. You comment about it needed a few more rounds of bleach. Kayn sighs this time instead, exhausted already but his rockstar image was at stake, he wanted to look cool so he had to do this. He had a goal already, an ombre fade of pink and purple, it would be so cool. Sitting back down, you blow dry his hair and start on round two.
And round three. Orange.
And four. Yellow.
And five before the yellow finally lifts enough! You were finally free from seeing that yellow, orange hue! And-
Oh no. You look at a handful of hair in your hands from where you combed through his hair.
" Kayn I am so sorry..."
" No! I cannot deal with this right now please. Y/N Tell me its fine."
" I'll fix it!"
You too were unsure how to react, were you going to cry or laugh. After five bleaches, his hair kinda...fried off. Ah...you were REALLY going to miss his long hair. Promising to fix it, you grab some hair scissors and did your best. With Kayn doing everything to hold himself together while you save what you can and work out a messy cut. It actually looked really good. You tell him to look up as you blow dry his hair yet again. Promising it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Kayn tentatively pulls his hands away from his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. A smile slowly creeping across his face.
" Oh shit you really did fix it? The hell Y/N! Let's dye it right now! I still want that pink purple thing going down!"
He tilts his head left and right, trying to get a better look at it, an idol worthy style. Kayn nods, happy with what you've done with it. Quickly you work the colors onto his hair and yours. Laughing together as he admires himself in the mirror. Half an hour passes and you wash his hair and dry it off for the last time. Kayn himself also helping to wash the and dry your hair. You smile as the two of you admire your reflections.
" Is it me or are we looking super hot?"
He snakes and arm around your waist, pulling you close. Giving your cheek a quick kiss.
" I actually like this a lot I'm glad it worked out. Thank you Y/N."
Kayn gives you a warm smile as he runs his hands through his hair, giving it a little shake as it falls gracefully along his jawline. He turns his attention back to the mirror before he shouts.
" Oh shit yeah! Let me snap a photo!"
Kayn leaves the room for a bit, grabbing his phone and a nice shirt to snap a photo in. He returns, hand draped around your shoulder as he takes a mirror selfie with you both. The largest smile plastered on his face as he sits down and edits it to use as his new wallpaper. You would mourn his pretty braid but...he was still your charming boyfriend you could live with the new style. The short hair was starting to grow on your after all.
#Also I like just bleached and dyed my hair to match og Kayn and was thinking of this scenario the whole time LMAO#Anon Answer#Shieda Kayn#Shieda Kayn x Reader#SCENARIOS#League of Legends Scenarios#Kayn LoL#Heartsteel!Kayn#KaynLeague#Kayn League#Kayn x Reader#this might be a bit weird i hope its still fun to read#had some ????????!!!!!! writing this#also this is also from personal experience where i bleached my hair 7 times and it just snapped at random places oops
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