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hoppers-babygirl · 1 year

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Prima Ballerina

Natasha spun round in her pink leotard and tutu, it wasn’t often she found herself with enough free time to refresh her skills but when she could, she took the opportunity. Lorelai was outside in the backyard playing with Dodger, the sight made Natasha smile as she walked into the screened in sunroom. The warmth of the sunshine helped fill the room with relaxation for Natasha.

She played a bit of soft classical music, stretching carefully before she soon found herself dancing around the room on her tippy toes. Her legs ached a bit as it had been a while since she last practiced but she kept dancing. The music grew louder a bit more intense as she danced and twirled round and round. Natasha hadn’t noticed that Ransom had taken Dodger inside to wash up or that Lorelai was sitting in the corner with her juice box watching her mother in awe. Eventually her soft voice spoke up, “Mama?” She asked.

Natasha jolted and stumbled a little as her concentration was broken. She puffed a bit of breath and gave her daughter a smile. “Hey baby, did you get too tired outside?” Natasha walked over to Lor and kneeled beside the girl. Brushing a few sweaty curls from her soft round face.

“How’d you learn to dance like that?” The young girl asked between her last few sips of her juice box. Natasha held back horrific memories at the question.

“When I was a young girl like you I was in ballet class. There weren’t many girls that stayed with the program but those that did became famous dancers. But they live all around the world in all different places.” It wasn’t the truth but also wasn’t quite a lie.. it’s not like the four year old needed to know the exact details, especially when she didn’t have to be exposed to such things.

The little girl looked up at Natasha as if she was a goddess, Natasha leaned in and gave the girls cheek a kiss. “Mama, can I learn to dance with you?”

Natasha smiled brightly and nodded. “Of course you can, babylove. You’ll just need shoes and leggings like mama’s. I can order them for you, let's say after lunch?” Her brow quirked and the young girl nodded enthusiastically.

“Can we have lunchables?” Lor stood up and held her hand out for Nat to get up.

“Why don’t we make one of Mama’s grownups lunchable? You know on that pretty plate you love?” She asked as she stood and took her daughter's hand.

Lorelai bounced up and down happily, Natasha chuckled. “Knew you’d like that baby.”

Natasha turned the music off and led the pair into the kitchen, scooping Lor up she sat her on the countertop while Natasha grabbed the fancy charcuterie board from the island. Lorelai wiggled happily at the sight of the board and traced her little finger on the pattern.

While Lorelai played with the board, Natasha gathered the deli meat and cheese before cutting them into squares like a lunchable as well as grabbing two different crackers for them. “What else do you want, bubble?” She asked her daughter.

Lorelai hummed in thought. “Some strawberries and grapes please.” She said, Natasha then went to the fridge and pulled out the washed fruits before setting them neatly on the board.

“Did you want water or another juice?” She asked, Lorelai having carefully scooted down from the counter so she could stand in front of the fridge that Nat left open.

Natasha chuckled softly at the sight of the little girl in front of the big refrigerator but she grabbed her another juice box and a bottle of water for herself before she handed them to Lor. “Here baby, you take these and Mama will get the food. You just find us something on tv you wanna watch.”

The girl bounced happily and sped off to the big fancy couch that resided in their living room. Ransom was watching the news but Lor pounced on him making him grunt softly from her weight. “Papa!! Is my turn now to watch something.” She whined almost like Natasha would.

Natasha followed in moments later and set the board down on the coffee table. Ransom held Lorelai in his lap as the pair playfully fought for the remote. The little girl giggled profusely as he tickled her sides. “Alright you two, why don’t you both pick something to watch?” She asked as she sat down with them, curling her legs under her a bit.

Lorelai and Ransom conferred in whispers while Natasha ate a ham and cheese cracker, scrolling on her phone looking at ballet outfits for Lorelai. After a few moments Ransom spoke up. “Seems we have come to an agreement, we should watch The Lorax.” He grinned over at Nat, her green eyes flicked up and a smile grew on her lips.

“It’s my favorite movie.” She nodded in agreement, and soon Ransom turned the movie on, the little yellow fluff appeared on the screen.

Her smile grew as she felt little flutters in her tummy, she rubbed her little tummy and ate another cracker as she set her phone aside to cuddle up with her family properly. Lorelai was entranced with the movie, Natasha knew they could finish up their talk about ballet later, right now they were all together as a family.

All four of them even if one happened to be a little speck on a clover flower.

#about 950 words #mom! natasha romanoff #mom Natasha #Natsom #ransom drysdale #dad! ransom drysdale #dad ransom #Natasha x Ransom #the Lorax mention #Horton hears a who mention #tw pregnancy #no one asked for this but I don’t give a fuck #I want it and I like it

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gayvillainera · 10 months

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I love writing something incredibly dramatic, feeling silly about it for a minute, and then going no, you know what, I DO have big feelings and if you give me long enough I WILL whip them up into a frenzy of hyperbole and yearning THANK YOU VERY MUCH

#sadly (for yall) this isn't about fic it's about the 950 words I just wrote to untangle what my dnd character wants in this next arc #but also i can't wait to get back to fic and do this there too i love a MOMENT

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paulandlindasthird · 1 year

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Guys I met May Pang yesterday. It was awesome and she was so sweet and had purple hair.

#also saw her documentary and tbh I wanted more about her but it’s cool #it was still interesting #her photos at the exhibit were awesome tho #some unbelievably adorable shots of John #also one of Ringo I was desperately trying to find a way to come up with $950 to buy lmaooo #also unrelated but I cant see any of the words I write as I type to post so hope that this doesn’t have any spelling errors….#may pang #john Lennon #the lost weekend

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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 2 years

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#banged out 1205 words for a whumptober day 18 prompt tonight 👀#need to wrap it up a bit but fingers crossed that i can get it finished and post it this weekend?#I'm too impatient to wait for the 18th to post it #but i just really hope that this doesn't come around to bite me in the ass 😩#the stopping now and just hoping that i can finish it tomorrow #cause that's gone real bad way too often lol #but as of this week i have become a person that needs to take pills every day #and they are bedtime pills #so i should try to keep my bedtime a semi regular time #which is already so far off lmao #i took them at like 10:30 the first couple nights #then last night was more like uuuhhh 2 am #and now it's just after midnight right now #so i should go take those #but i'm very proud of myself tbh cause i added 950 words to this fic in just over an hour #which just the numbers it doesn't really sound that impressive #but when you're the one writing them it feels like the words are just flying off your fingertips #and it's very satisfying #kee speaks #and again i can think of a couple people who might enjoy this fic because of who it's about 👀#but i go sleep now

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animasend · 2 years

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for years now, Olga had often wondered if something was wrong with her.

not in the traditional sense of a health or emotional issue, but with the core of who she was. they had always been fleeting thoughts, ones that struck her in the late, late hours of the night or when the silence was too loud to ignore. she never allowed herself to sit on such things-- she already had enough problems as it was. what good would it do to convince herself that she wasn’t any good from the start? a rotten apple, so to speak? for someone who only allowed herself to cry once (only her father’s funeral. only that.) she knew it would be a pointless endeavor and with so much to tend to, she could spare it no energy. but there are times where it rears its ugly little head and she has no choice but to listen .this is one of those times.

when it came to the memories of Olga Marie Animusphere (of the ones before this city) there would be little kindness found in them. she had no fairy tale upbringing, no life of quiet joy and gentle happiness. the magic within it was not something that inspired awe and it never would be. the past was something she kept closely guarded, just as much as her heart. for all that she speaks of, she has never relinquished those tales. yes, it was nothing special, but nobody needed to know about the lonely little girl all alone in the big house atop the hill. nobody needed to see that little girl’s desire to be recognized despite her failures and nobody needed to see just what sort of thing that little girl grew up to be. and though she holds no fondness nor trust for the Stars’, she supposes there is something about this that causes her to be grateful.

after all, what can be revealed when all that is shown is nothing?

some say a void can only be darkness, where no light can exist. that is not necessarily true. a blinding and neverending white can be just as unsettling as the liquid black of night, for there is no place to hide in the white— it lays everything within it bare for the eyes to see. for years now, Olga had often wondered if there was something wrong with her. with this, she is sure. her sigh is soundless but Olga is sure this place would hold no echo. it is bereft of everything and there is something almost laughable about it all. of course. but of course she would have something like this. ( she wonders if this is what the bleached earth looks like— just an endless white. ) eyes that had remained closed finally open, the sight of a far too familiar girl filling their view. honestly, Olga isn’t sure what she feels. when it came to her relationship with Chaldea’s Shielder....it wasn’t a simple one.

she had been afraid of the girl, but for what her father had done, sure she would eventually kill her. the child must pay for the sins of their father. but despite that fear, she still tried to help her. if she were asked, Olga isn’t sure she could offer a reason as to why and maybe she never will be able to. and here in this city, things have only grown more complicated. the former Director has never been sure of what she was and wasn’t allowed to do when it came to her troubles, especially after learning of the Alien God. she offered advice, but it never felt like it was good enough and though they meant well, Mashu and Fujimaru’s insistence that they were going to save her had only made it worse. and of recently, Olga isn’t sure if she even has any right to be involved anymore. ( it would be better if she wasn’t. it would be better if she kept her distance from just about everything. i’m better off alone. that’s what she always told herself, but she knows nobody will let her do that, no matter how much easier it would be for everyone involved. damn fools they were. )

there is some silver lining to be found — Mashu will see nothing. in this vast space, there will be no memories to be found to play like the reel of a movie, no fragments to echo of a time long since passed. she’s spared being questioned about the why and the how and the look of pity that no doubt would find its way to Mashu’s face. but it doesn’t change that she still found her way here, for one reason or another. and eventually, she will have to say something to her.

“ You’re wondering what this place is.” even if her voice is no louder than normal, it feels as if it is. and just as she suspects, there is no echo. “ Memories get hazy with time. Blurried and incapable of being made out clearly, but they still exist.” there is no place to look but at the Shielder. or rather, there is nothing to look at. for a moment she wonders if this space is a reflection of what exists inside her. it’d be fitting. “ There can be no memories of something I can’t recall. Or maybe it is because they never existed in the first place that this space exists. I can’t know what is the truth but I do know that this — “ and she gestures with one hand outwards, the expression on her face thoughtful in spite of it. “ — is all I have. “

@castilium -- dreamscape

#castilium #FILE : CASTILIUM 005 #▍✶ DREAMSCAPE #long post/#yeah this starter is almost 950 words long what about it #anyways ANYWAYS #ready for more talking mashu #don't worry what happens in the white void stays in the white void

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cat-eared-rose · 1 year

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I promise I'm still writing, just VERY slowly

#rose bud #I'm about 950 words into the first draft of chapter 2 👀

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dearhargrove · 1 month

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Hi there! I have an eddie diaz request please. I don't know if you've seen the boyfriend door lean on tiktok but I was thinking eddie either comes across it and tries it on reader to see if it works (reader is a bookworm) or he does it without knowing what it is and reader melts (in either scenario) and she explains and shows it to him and he says he'll have to do it more often? All cute fluffy and adorable if you can please. Thank you!!

summary Eddie finds out about the 'door frame lean' thing on tiktok and tries it on you.

word count 950

tags fluffy and a bit spicy, Chris!!, Eddie's a menace

a/n hope I did this request justice because I absolutely adore that idea! Need someone to do this for me? Also Eddie would most definitely do this at any chance after realising how it had you going crazy 😭 I used this tiktok as a reference by the way!

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You're sitting up against the headboard with your book in your hands and a glass of wine on the nightstand next to you, simply passing time until your boyfriend comes home from his 24 hour shift.

You're almost done with it when you hear the front door open and close, a bag being dropped on the floor and shoes messily discarded next to the shoe rack (it seems no matter how many times you get mad at him for not putting his shoes away he forgets it and repeats the same mistake).

Moments later you see him walk along the hallway to your shared bedroom. His hair is messy instead of combed back like it was this morning when he'd made sure to ask you if it looked good, and the exhaustion is clear on his face.

You close your book after putting the bookmark between the pages you were reading and look at him with a smile that he easily reciprocates.

“Rough shift?” you move off the bed and walk to lean against the door frame as he approaches. “Yeah. People are stupid,” you chuckle and he stops in front of you, reaching his left hand up and placing it on the door frame and easily leaning his head down to look at you.

You're entirely caught off guard, not sure whether to look into his eyes or focus on the fact that this position was very flattering on his biceps. You swallow nervously which he catches and tilts his head with a small smirk.

“What? Why do you look nervous, amor?” He asks huskily and puts his other hand on your waist. That's just about your last straw and you fluster and look away, “Uh, no, just- how was your shift?”

He laughs and lets go of the door frame to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer until he can reach your neck and bury his face in it. You're pretty sure he can feel your pulse being abnormally high from where he'd placed his head, so in hopes of not making him aware of how crazy this entire situation had you going you bury your hands in his hair and gently scratch his scalp. Something you knew would make him melt any time you did it.

He grunts and his arms tighten around your waist, fingers pressing into the middle of your lower back. “Fuck,” he mumbles, “That feels good.”

Your whole ruse to distract him backfired because he just kept getting more sexy and you're pretty sure he either knew exactly what he was doing or was totally unaware of the effect this whole interaction was having on you.

“Dad, you're home!” Chris distracts both of you and Eddie kisses your pulse point and squeezes your waist again before crouching down to lift Chris into his arms and hug him tight. “Hey, buddy. Aren't you supposed to be asleep? It's almost nine thirty.”

You watch them and take the moment to gather your wits again because, oh my god. You'll never be able to read about the door frame lean in a book again without thinking about this.

Later that night when you're both in bed, his head placed on your chest as he patiently waits for you to finish reading the chapter so you could play with his hair, he looks up at you, “I didn't actually believe that door frame thing would work.”

Your jaw drops and you look at him with furrowed brows, “What do you mean?”

“That.. what's it called? Booktok. Buck was talking about it because he thought it was funny and mentioned how I should know what that is since you read so much. I didn't so I looked it up. Who knew you'd fold so easily?” He teases and you glare at him in slight embarrassment and take your hand from his hair.

“Stop teasing me about it.” He laughs and shakes his head, “Never. You looked way too cute, though I almost got worried with how high your pulse was getting…”

You gasp and flick his forehead with your index finger, about to throw some insult at him when the door opens and Christopher stands in the doorway.

Eddie sits up and you put your book on the nightstand, “Chris? Everything okay, love?” You ask and he pouts. “Nightmare. Can I sleep here tonight?”

You look at Eddie with a worried expression and he slightly shrugs but scoots to the side to make space for the ten year old. He crawls into the middle of you and you pull the blanket up to his shoulders. He looks at you with big eyes and you smile, knowing what he wanted, before carding your hand through his hair. He hums happily and Eddie looks at you slightly offended, “He's stealing your attention.”

You snort and roll your eyes, “You can wait until he's asleep.” Chris grins happily at his father and then at you. “I'm cuter anyway,” Eddie gasps and you laugh as the two banter.

One look at the clock though and you're shushing them both with a forehead kiss, “Alright now, time to sleep.” Eddie looks happy with himself, taking that as him getting all your attention now and you raise one eyebrow, “You too.”

Chris giggles and then settles down, same as Eddie after he scowls at you. You click off the small lamp on your nightstand and see Chris already snoozing with Eddie watching him fondly.

Placing your hand in Eddie's hair instead you whisper ‘I love you’ which he repeats and puts his arm over Chris to put his hand on your hip, falling asleep not long after.

#eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz fanfic #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #ryan guzman x reader #ryan guzman #that door lean thing has me feral ngl

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Hi luv! I love your writing and I was wondering if you Could write some smut for Johnnie guilbert where she is just super turned on by him playing the guitar especially his fingers iykyk

Take care<3

Be My Guitar

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Summary: Above with a little added spice ;)

Pairing: Johnnie x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f), hickeys, making out, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, fluffy ending

Word Count: 950

A/N: Thank you for the request! I loved this one so much because I'm a Johnnie WHORE :p

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You had always loved chill evenings with your boyfriend, and tonight was no exception. Johnnie was sat at his streaming desk, strumming softly on his acoustic guitar. He was trying to figure out some chords and a strumming pattern for a new song, and you had taken it upon yourself to help him “body double”, and so, you were laying on your shared bed, scrolling through your phone.

You looked up from your phone, admiring how beautiful your boyfriend was. His long, black hair had fallen softly in his face as his tongue poked out slightly with concentration, running over his black lip rings. Clad in soft, red and black pajama pants and a faded old band tee, Johnnie looked so beyond handsome in your eyes. Slowly, your eyes moved from his body and zoned in on his fingers. They flew across the frets gracefully, displaying years upon years of practice on his guitar. The more you watched, the more turned on you became, noticing how your boyfriend’s fingers could work a variety of speeds and rhythms.

“Johnnie,” You hummed, a playful purr in your voice. “I have a question for you.”

“What’s up, baby?” he turned towards you, a soft smile on his face.

He didn’t quit strumming his guitar as he spoke to you, which just caused the ache between your legs to continue to throb as your mind ran wild with X-rated fantasies involving his hands.

“Do you ever do like, finger exercises to help you play?” You smirked.

Johnnie must not have caught your gist. He stood up, putting his guitar on the stand and coming to join you on the bed. “Yeah, sometimes. Why?” he asked, sitting beside you and cocking his head.

“Oh…just wondering,” You smiled, placing your hand on his thigh and slowly moving upwards towards his crotch. “No reason.”

Your boyfriend seemed to have finally caught what you were getting at, his face flushing bright red. “...oh…”

You giggled, enjoying making him blush. “Would you like to do some now, Johnnie? I think it would really help with your new song, my love?” You ran a finger under his chin, a soft, feminine smirk on your face.

Johnnie immediately attached his lips to yours, pushing you back against the soft pillows as he began to make out with you. He began to grind his hips on top of yours as he kissed you, making your lower stomach clench with want. You knew he was getting back at you for the teasing as he began to run his hands up and down your body, his fingers gracefully dancing across your skin.

“God, you taste so fuckin’ good.” he moaned, savoring your lips before moving across your jawline and down your neck, leaving soft hickeys on your skin.

“Johnnie,” You whimpered. “I need you…need your hands on me.”

Your boyfriend kissed down your neck, across your breasts, and down your stomach, before using his teeth to pull down your leggings and underwear. He left soft kisses on your lower stomach and hips, taking his dear sweet time as your ‘payback’. Finally, he used his hands to spread your thighs, running his hands up and down the warm skin, but not missing the way you shivered and whimpered.

“Oh baby,” he hummed. “You’re already so soaked for me. Did watching me play do this to you, hmm? Make you have dirty fantasies about being a guitar?”

You whimpered, running your hands across his fabric clad back. “Mhm,” You moaned, your pussy already throbbing with need for an orgasm and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. “Wanna cum all over your fingers.”

Johnnie tsked. “Not yet,” he pouted. “I haven’t even had any fun yet.”

As he said that, your boyfriend began to rub his thumb across your already swollen clit, beating out a rhythm that made you want to scream. You moved your hands from Johnnie’s back to his hair, tangling your hands in his black locks. As he sped up his movements, he slowly inserted one finger into you, pumping them in and out in a soft manner.

“Oh my god,” You whimpered out, already becoming overstimulated from the fingering and the penetration. “Oh my god.”

“Does that feel good?” he cooed, adding another finger into your already dripping slit. “Filling you up with my fingers that you were so horny for?” he asked, going faster and harder on your clit with his thumb.

Johnnie could tell he struck a nerve with the new rhythm, because you whimpered and moaned out, your walls tightening around his fingers.

“Need to cum.” You whined.

Your boyfriend added one more finger, just for the sake of stretching you out before speaking. “Go ahead, my love. Cum all over my fingers.”

You did as told, immediately letting go and releasing all over Johnnie’s fingers as you moaned out his name. The ache that had been building in your stomach since you had watched him play guitar had finally released, and you fell back against the pillows, utterly exhausted and your legs shaking.

Johnnie ran his tongue along your pussy, using his mouth to clean you up, before licking his lips and speaking. “You’re such a good girl, my love. Took my fingers like a champ.” he hummed, laying down and pulling you into him in a spooning position.

Luckily, you had already been wearing one of his oversized shirts, so you didn’t bother with getting up. You just cuddled into his chest, yawning and mumbling nonsensical things. The last thing Johnnie heard before you fell asleep was “I love you…and your fingers.”, which definitely made him chuckle as he kissed your forehead and laid down beside you.

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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what if a mizu x fem reader who’s her childhood crush? fem reader is like master eiji’s granddaughter or a child who was raised by him/visits him often. mizu sees her around often as a child and falls for her. years later, reader saves mizu and is like “miss me?” and Mizu’s first instinct is to tackle them into a tight hug

pairing: mixu x fem!childhoodcrush!reader

warning(s): the usual, y'know, swearing

a/n: I know I have others who put in a request before this, but I HAVE TO INDULGE RQ THEN I'LL GET BACK TO IT. this is so cute anon

summary: mizu hadn't grown up around people; she wasn't ever allowed outside. that was until she found the sword father, and stayed with him. she meets you, a pretty young girl her age, who happens to be his granddaughter. she falls for you--and years later--when she sees you again.. all of those feelings begin to resurface.

word count: 950 words / 5,010 characters

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mizu stopped in her tracks, holding a large pair of long iron tongs in her small hands. she saw you, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. a pretty young lady, about her age.

what would a girl such as yourself want to do with sword father?

she cleared her throat.

"hello," you murmur to her. you'd never seen her before; and those eyes... blue as the water. "who is this.. grandfather?"

you turn to your grandfather. he holds up a hand, gesturing for you to silence. he than gestures for mizu to hand him the tongs, in which, she does.

your grandfather doesn't answer you, so you take to a different approach. just ask her directly.

"who are you?" you murmur, "and what is your name?"

she clears her throat again, coughing a little before she spoke. so awkward, and for what?

"mizu," she replied rather quietly. “I-I’m.. staying here. with your um, grandfather.”

you chuckle at her awkward tone. you smile at her, offering your hand for her to shake. you were a little taller than her.

she grabbed your hand, shaking it softly.

from then on; you had visited every so often, when your mother would allow it. you two got along like two peas in a pod; you were best friends.

and every time mizu saw you, she swore you got more beautiful.

that was until she had gone. one day when you had come to visit; the girl had disappeared into the wind. your grandfather had told you that she had disappeared on a quest.

and you never saw her again.

that was until now.

you were settled outside your home, knitting and watching the people go by along the cobbled streets.

someone of… interest, caught your eye.

the minute you saw them; you knew exactly who it was.

mizu.

your first instinct was to call out to her; but it seemed that wasn’t exactly possible right now. she was being chased, a sword attached to her hip.

you couldn’t just sit here, right? no, you couldn’t. you leapt to your feet, throwing yourself between the now seemingly samurai mizu, and the one chasing her.

“leave them go,” you hiss.

“move, girl,” he grumbles back, looking up at mizu than down at you. “he’s killed half my men!”

“and I’m sure he had a good reason to,” you glance at mizu over your shoulder, smiling softly. “head off and leave us be now. whatever business you have to settle with him, you can settle in a honorable matter like men.”

the man groaned, glaring at mizu as he stomped off.

you turned to mizu with a bright, bright smile.

“miss me?”

you giggle, gazing up at her. god she'd gotten tall; you used to be taller than her, now she was probably a foot taller than you!

she says nothing.

a gentle smile spreads across her lips, and she tackles you into a tight hug.

you laugh, rolling onto the snowy cobblestone ground with the woman. your blushing a little, seeing as she’s now sitting on top of you, gazing up at her.

“I suppose you did, than!” you laugh.

she sits you up, nuzzling into your neck.

“I did. I really did.”

you were beautiful as ever. maybe even more beautiful than the last she had seen of you. a proper woman, one of she was not, but that didn’t matter. she was happy to see you after all this time. and you had saved her, no less.

“so.. what are you up to, now?” you gesture her up and down, “a samurai, are you? I thought you would be married by now..”

that made her flinch, seeing as she was once married, and the son of a bitch turned her in. and she may or may not have killed him.

she wasn’t going to tell you that, though, because you'd certainly call her stupid if she did.

her sights had changed, certainly.

“I am a samurai, yes,” she replied, glancing away.

“and what brings you back around here, hm?” you annunciate the hm, smiling as she helps you to your feet, holding her hat under her arm.

“a quest. my vow.”

her vow. yes, you thought she'd told you about that.

“I didn’t think you would still live here.” she replies. a woman as beautiful as you had to be married off, right?

“I am waiting for my father to find me a match,” you roll your eyes. “not that I want him to.”

she cocked her head. so you weren’t married. and for some reason, now she was blushing, thoughts swarming her mind.

maybe she could be that match—

no. mizu, no.

you wouldn’t think of it. you looked at her as a friend, a childhood friend you hadn’t seen in years.

“under.. understood,” she whispers.

if you were being honest with yourself, you'd always had a little crush on mizu. and looking at her now, the strength she simply admitted from her, those good looks. those eyes.

your father would never allow it. but who cared what he wanted?

“are you going to visit? eiji, I mean.” you murmur. “I-I could accompany you, if you are.”

“ah, right—“ she stops herself as she hears you offer to come with her, “you could if you want to.”

“yes. yes, I’d like that.” you nod, beginning to walk side by side with her. you gently brushed her hand, giving her a small smile.

it made her heart pound in her damn chest. it told her something, maybe you wanted to explore this. you had obviously noticed it on her face.

she clasped your hand as you walked.

she wanted to explore it, too.

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a/n: mizu and a childhood crush is always my favorite <333

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greatooglymooglyyy · 3 months

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Spaces, II (Matt Sturniolo)

part one

contains: angst, fluff, making up, alludes to sex, kissing, general relationship issues, 950 words

a/n: I'm the worst at series cus I just wanna post it all immediately but here's part two and @opheliaofficial07 here's your tag.

I genuinely don’t know what’s worse: the fact that Matt hasn’t called me back yet or the fact that I’m sitting here like a lame-ass loser waiting for him to.

God, I gotta get a grip but standing on business is really fucking difficult when that business is Matt Sturniolo. I grab my phone and call Nick before I lose it and do something beyond corny. He answers after only a couple of rings and I widen my eyes in mock horror.

“Oh god. I must be well and truly fucked if you answered when I called unannounced.”

“Yeah, enjoy this. Never happening again.” Nick throws back and then tilts his head and sighs. “I’m not talking about Matt with you.”

“Who?”

Nick gives me a very unimpressed look, “Girl. Be fucking for real.” I laugh and flip over on my stomach.

“No, but seriously. I didn’t call for him. I called for my friend. I need my friend.” I say, cringing slightly at how pathetic I sound.

“The fuck? Are you dying or something?” Nick jokes before adding, “You really do need me. What’s up with this hair?”

“Alright, fuck you guy-”

I lay around joking with Nick for an hour before he says he has to go. “Kk. I’ll see you when you’re home.” I say, a little sad to be alone again. He pauses before hanging up.

“I love you. It’ll work out.”

“I hope so." I say with a sigh.

“It will. Or I’ll kill you both. I can’t with the moping.” He says groaning before ending the call.

I toss my phone down and reach for my laptop, searching up Love Island and hitting play on a random season. Just as Maya Jama announces the first boy, I hear my front door open and freeze. Who the fuck? I close the laptop and try not to panic, sliding off of my bed and hiding below it. But, before I can start getting my survival plan together, I hear a very confused and familiar voice call my name.

I peek my head out and gaze up at Matt who is looking at me like I’ve lost every single piece of my mind.

“Matt, what are you doing here?” I ask, a little out of breath as I slide from under my bed.

“You know, I just feel like a better question is why you just popped from under there like a little gremlin. But okay.” He takes off his backpack and drops down onto my desk chair, spinning it around to face me.

I study his face closer now. He looks a little tired and disheveled, but unfortunately still way too attractive for it to be fair.

“No seriously. Aren’t you supposed to be on a trip right now?” I ask, still keeping my distance.

“I mean, yeah. But I had to make sure everything was good at home.” He says, gesturing to me and making my heart skip a beat.

But I play it cool and cross my arms. “And I’m home, now?”

“You’ve always been home. Even before I knew that.” He leans forward, hooking his finger through my belt loop, and pulls me to him. I stand between his legs and look down at him, reaching to push his hair back. He runs his hands up and down the side of my legs as I meet his eyes, trying my hardest to bottle this moment.

I break eye contact and look over his shoulder as I admit, “Matt, I just feel like you’re slipping through my fingers lately and I don’t know what to do. It’s fucking terrifying loving you like this.”

Matt says nothing for a few seconds but when I go to pull away, he pulls me down onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Listen, you are a priority to me. I’m sorry I haven’t been acting like it but you are. I think it’s just easy to take for granted that you’re the one thing I’ve got figured out.” He reaches down and interlocks one of our hands bringing it to his chest. “And if you don’t think I’m terrified, you’re crazy. Every time I have to leave you and I know it’s gonna be for a minute, my fucking chest aches right here.” He circles a spot in the middle of his chest with our hands and I lean forward to rest my forehead against his shoulder. He lets my hand go and snakes his arms around my waist, tugging me even closer.

“So how do we fix it?” I ask into his shoulder, then drop a kiss there before I lean back to look at him.

“We’re gonna make a calendar and share it. When you can be with me, you’ll be with me. When you can’t, we’ll make time. But we’re not doing this again.” He answers with a tone that says he’s been thinking about this a lot.

I smile at him now, “You’ve got all the answers, huh”

“That’s me. The man with the plan.” He jokes, leaning forward to drop kisses down the side of my jaw.

“Oh and Matt?”

“Hmmm?”

“Next time, tell Addison Rae to give you space to breathe.”

“That wasn’t even Addison. It was-”

At the look I give him, Matt snaps his mouth closed and mimes zipping it. “Sorry, sorry.” He stands up, taking me with him as he heads over to my bed.

“You know you can’t just sex me into not being mad anymore, right?” I say with a laugh as he drops me onto the mattress. He smiles, climbing on top of me and finally pressing his lips into mine.

“I wasn’t planning on trying to. But now that you mention it-”

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cherryredstars · 3 months

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hey I wanted to request a miles -42 x GN!reader

can we have 42-miles to be a shy,like a shy mess when he around reader?like a blushing, around reader being more nervous, can you make reader tease him about not showing his Afro (and like wishing to see it, the Afro that the original miles) ? Or letting miles to touching thigh, upper chest, in each miles is just so shy and awkward out blushing hard.

idk a sweet fluff? 🥰 PLS I need more fluff

Pairing: Miles-42 x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Weed

Summary: He has the biggest crush ever.

Word Count: 950 (Not Edited)

He’s a complete loser.

It’s embarrassing. He’s a total loner with a singular friend. He barely has time to do anything outside of school and he’s a damn art kid. He’s one of those kids that are completely lost and has no idea what to do when their only friend is absent. And, not to brag or anything, his father is kinda dead and his mom works back to back shifts. As you can see, total cool kid material.

But, somehow, you like him. Not in a ‘Hey dude, I dig your kinda emo vibe, do you wanna smoke weed at the back of the school and listen to Teenage Dirtbag?’ way- which is apparently a valid type of like because Miles gets that a lot- but in a ‘I actually think you’re kinda cute and I’m going to tease you until you ask me out’ like. Yeah you, like like him. And he is not a single bit normal about it. Like, at all.

It doesn’t help that Genke keeps teasing him about his very obvious mutual crush on you. He’s already a stuttering, blushing fool whenever you’re around. Usually he’s laid back and keeps to himself, the very definition of composed. Yet, that all goes out the window when someone even mentions your name. More than once, Genke has stolen his notebook, flipping it around to show Miles the mindless sketches he was doing of you. Every single one of his notebooks has at least two spreads of just drawings of you.

And it’s just his luck that you find out about them.

Today, Genke is out. Somehow convinced his mom that he had a stomach virus or something. So that means Miles looks like a loner sitting at their usual lunch table alone. To pass the time, he takes occasional bites of his sandwich as he sketches in his notebook. Of course, it’s a spread of you. He’s doing some finishing touches and shading on a side profile drawing he did last period when he’s rapidly slamming the notebook shut at the sound of your voice.

“Woah! Those look so cool!”

Please have this sandwich choke me out right now.

Miles turns to you wide eyed, swallowing nervously as you take Genke’s usual seat. You pull out a granola bar from your pocket, throwing it on the table and grabbing a juice box from your bag. He watches you intently, cheeks flaming and his neck hot. “I- that wasn’t… I mean that- sorry?”

He’s playing with his earlobe, tugging and rolling it between his fingers nervously as he stutters out an apology for being a creep. You let out a chuckle, tilting your head with a smile. Your hand grabs at the one abusing his earlobe, gently easing it away. His skin burns from the touch, electricity running through his body. He takes another nervous gulp as he watches you. He’s hyper aware of all your movements, his eyes zeroing in on the hand that goes to his hair. Usually, he doesn’t like anyone touching his hair besides his mom and his stylist, but he’s left breathless as your fingers pinch at the end of one of his braids.

“You always have your hair in these braids. Don’t get me wrong, they look really, really good on you.” You speak up, your eyes trailing from his hair to his eyes. He feels like he’s going to pass out. “But don’t you ever let your natural hair breathe?”

Miles can feel his breath still as you pull your hand away, feeling it brush against his shoulder. In the next moment, your knee bumps against his under the table as you rearrange in your seat. Miles doesn’t know how he isn’t panting like a dog. All your small touches leave a scorching fire to his body, even if it’s through his clothing. He really wants to reach out and tease you the same way you do to him.

“Miles? Earth to Miles?” You call out, a teasing smile on your face as you wave your hand in front of his face. He blinks rapidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he clears his throat. You laugh slightly, gathering your things as the bell rings, “Y’know, I swear you’re in your own little universe sometimes.”

Miles begins to pack up his things too. Before he can shove his notebook and pen into his book bag, you grab his pen. You click at the end of it, the nib being exposed. You grab for his hand next, and he leans in when he feels the pen glide against his palm.

“Hey… listen.” You start off, and Miles can see the color rushing to your cheeks. “I really like those drawings, so it’d be cool if you could send them to me when you finish them.”

When you pull away, Miles bends his hand to read what you wrote. He finds a string of numbers on his palm and his breath hitches. You just gave him your number. You slip the pen in the flap of his notebook, hitching your bag higher up your shoulder and giving him a shy smile. You begin to slowly back away, giving him a small wave.

“Bye, Miles. See you in physics.”

Miles is still dumbfounded when you walk out of the cafeteria. His eyes fall back to the strings of numbers, blinking down at them. He only starts moving when one of the teachers on cafe duty yells at him that he’s going to be late for class. But even then he can’t help the smile that slowly forms on his face.

Genke is going to lose his marbles when he tells him.

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beskarandblasters · 6 months

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Inexperienced!Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: This is inspired by this beautiful art by @immarocketman!! My friend @theywhowriteandknowthings also wrote a drabble based on this art piece as well! Banners and dividers are by @saradika 🤍

Summary: You give Din his first blowjob and he’s insecure about a little secret he’s been keeping.

Word count: 950

Warnings: no physical description used for Reader (but they are able-bodied), porn with little plot, uncircumcised!Din, shy!Din, oral sex (M receiving), body worship, pet names (baby for Din, cyar’ika for you), cum eating, no use of y/n

You’re lying in the small cot of the Razor Crest pressed up against Din. He’s opted to be the little spoon tonight, one of your arms slung around his waist. He’s wearing his full armor, cape and all (but minus his weapons), and it has you thinking… How is he comfortable under all that? Not to mention it’s a warm night tonight.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” he hums in response.

“Aren’t you hot under there?”

“…A little.”

“We could sleep naked tonight.”

He’s silent for a moment as if he’s pondering his decision.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” you add.

“Okay,” he says with a shaky breath.

“You can take your helmet off, too. We’ve pretty much decided to take on a riduurok the next time we’re with the covert,” you say softly.

He nods and you remove your arm from his waist so he can get undressed. You’ve seen him helmetless only a handful of times since deciding to be his riduur. He rises from the cot and takes off his helmet, a worried look painting his face. Poor thing.

You sit up at the edge of the cot and watch him with concerned eyes. You’ve only been intimate with Din a few times, usually in the dark with all of his armor on. This is new territory for both of you. But there’s no doubt in your mind he’s beautiful.

He takes off his gloves and starts removing his armor piece by piece. Once he’s down to just his flight suit and his boots he stops, however.

“What is it, baby?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Anything,” you reassure him, grabbing his hands.

“I’m… I’m uncut.”

“Okay.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would it?”

“Well, I-”

“Has someone been… rude about it in the past?”

“Well, no. No one’s ever been… down there before.”

“You’ve never had your cock sucked before?”

“…No.”

“Undress and switch places with me.”

“Cyar’ika, you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you reassure him.

He nods, unzips his flight suit, and kicks off his boots, all with the same uneasy look on his face. You stand so he can sit at the edge of the cot, sitting with a side stance and his thighs spread apart. This is the first time you’ve seen his cock in the light and it’s beautiful just like you thought it would be. It makes sense a Mandalorian would be uncut. What made him so nervous about telling you that?

You sink to the floor and rest on your knees, kissing along his groin, practically everywhere but his cock. Goosebumps prick his skin in the wake of your lips, followed by a shiver up his spine. His cock is growing harder as you work your way across his groin, the pre-cum gathering at the head of his cock.

One hand cups his balls while the other wraps around the base of his cock. You look at him and his eyes are fixed on you, still wearing the nervous expression on his face. How cute.

“Relax, baby,” you tell him, right before you slip your tongue in between his foreskin and the head of his cock. He grows even wetter and slicker when you do that, letting out a muffled Mando’a curse word as you swirl your tongue around slowly. His hands caress each side of your face, but so lightly as if he’s hesitant and wondering if that’s okay to do. You move the hand cupping his balls and rest it atop his hand, stroking his skin with your thumb to let him know it’s okay, all while maintaining eye contact.

He nods and closes his eyes as you pick up the pace, returning your hand back to his balls and cupping them lightly. Your tongue circles his head faster and faster until you finally take his length in your mouth, moving your head up and down. You feel his foreskin following the motions of your head inside your mouth against your tongue and cheeks. The feeling is too good. He lets out a mangled moan and he’s back to looking at you again, looking like an angel underneath him as you suck his cock. Soon enough, his entire cock and your hand are completely soaked in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum. The motions are smooth and you’re moving effortlessly, mouth and hand sliding up and down on his cock, bringing him closer to the edge. His balls tense up in your hand and his cock twitches against your tongue. He’s going to cum soon.

“Cyar’ika, I’m going to-”

You let out a long hum, letting him know it’s okay to cum and sending a vibration up his shaft. The floodgates open and his grip on your head tightens as he cums. His head is thrown back in pleasure, letting out a long string of moans and whimpers as he cuts down your throat. You swallow all of it, feeling proud that you gave him his first blowjob and made him feel this good.

Once you’ve swallowed all of his release you take him out of your mouth and rest back on your heels. He catches his breath and looks down at you, your saliva and his cum dripping down your chin.

“Kriff, I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“You’re sorry?!” you say, rising from the floor and sitting beside him.

You kiss him, hard and passionate before pulling back and saying, “You should’ve let me do that a long time ago.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course, baby.”

His face contorts into a small, bashful smirk. You pull him into you, kissing his temple and whispering, “You’re beautiful.”

He melts into your touch. He normally doesn’t feel that way about himself but tonight, he believes you.

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suyacho · 5 months

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CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF IT ft. xiao

synopsis — sharing a bed with your bestfriend can’t be that bad, right?

kinktober 2023

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - gn!reader - bestfriends - there's only one bed - caught masturbation - spit mentions - cursing - xiao calls reader pretty like once - shy blushy xiao towards the end - 950 words - possibly ooc idk HDJSKDK

note: me announcing less posts 🤝 xiao porn /lh. JDMSMDKD anyways tysm to my beta readers, this is my first time writing xiao pls be nice🫶

“X-Xiao ‘m so close—“ he groaned at your warning, his grip on you tightening as he fucked you at a hard pace. Slowly losing himself in your warmth, the familiar knot making his thrusts sloppier as he allows himself to let go.

So close, yet the feeling disappears in a matter of seconds.

Heavy breathes fill the quiet room as Xiao snaps back awake, blinking a few times before he realizes the situation he was in as he looks around.

Hot and bothered from his dream and on top of that, he had a tent in his boxers, a clear wet patch confirming his dream.

“Oh, fuck—” Xiao sighed, awkwardly scooting away from your figure, face flushed from embarrassment.

Sharing a bed with you was one thing, but having a wet dream about you while you were sleeping peacefully next to him was another thing.

Xiao should’ve known better when the room you two were given had one bed, he should’ve just slept on the floor while you slept on the bed. Yet he couldn’t because you insisted on sharing a bed since you’re best friends and you trusted him, still he wished he didn’t, knowing that he could’ve avoided the situation he put himself in.

Glancing over at you, Xiao swallowed a breath. He could either get up and possibly wake you up or try to relieve the tension quietly, the second option meaning he’d throw his pride aside and that’s exactly what he did.

“I’m sorry.” Xiao mumbled, carefully pulling his boxers down after, breath shaky once the cold hit his hard on, that was leaking with precum.

This wasn’t like him, he reminded himself but he already had gotten this far.

Hesitantly, he spat on his cock and reached down, wrapping his fingers around it, a relieved groan leaving his lips as he started stroking himself.

“Shit–” Xiao groaned, trying to keep quiet as he fisted his cock, the precum mixing with his spit, mimicking the way he felt his dream as he squeezed his eyes shut. Needy whimpers leaving his lips as he picked up the pace, not even realizing how vocal he was being, biting his lips to silence himself while he glanced over at you.

“You’re so p-pretty.” Xiao thought out loud, shame washing over him for a slight second, turning red as he looked away, embarrassed yet tightening his fist for more sensation.

Squelching sounds filled the room together with Xiao’s quiet whimpers and the sound of the bed creaking from the way he was occasionally bucking his hips up.

It was a wonder you didn’t wake up yet and it was for the better, because once again Xiao was so close and lost in his imagination. His pace became messier as he bucked up his hips more frantically. Legs slightly trembling and his whimpers turning into louder moans without realizing, louder than he ever allowed himself to be.

He just felt too good, you felt too good, sadly it wasn’t you making him feel good but his fist. With the pleasure overtaking him and how pent up he was, he couldn’t see the line between reality and his imagination.

“S-Shit ‘m so close—“ “Just like that.” he groaned, massaging his balls with his free hand, stimulating himself as he felt that familiar knot once more.

He was losing composure while his legs trembled, swallowing before he whined out your name over and over, releasing in spurts. Failing to notice one thing, right beside him.

“Xiao?” you asked sweetly, voice still groggy from your sleepiness as you looked at him. Being greeted with a surprising sight, the sounds you heard earlier only confirm your thoughts altogether with the view.

All Xiao did was freeze in his movements as he turned red, cock still cumming as he came in spurts as his chest raised up and down, too scared and embarrassed to say anything.

“I—“ you opened your mouth to say something, only to be met with a broken whine as Xiao slowly came down from his high, still frozen and not knowing what to do.

I shouldn’t have taken the risk, he kept repeating in his head.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Xiao broke the silence, feeling guilty and embarrassed as he kept apologizing, awkwardly covering his already exposed mess with whatever he could find.

You stared at him in shock without saying anything and your silence was killing him. This certainly wasn’t what you expected to wake up to, but you didn’t hate it.

“I’ll go.“ Xiao mumbled in embarrassment, looking away from you, getting ready to get up. “No wait—“ you spoke, rolling over onto your stomach and grabbing his hand, making him tense up once more.

“This is so embarrassing.” Xiao mumbled under his breath, you shook your head, smiling up at him. “Relax, it’s okay.” you reassured him and you felt him ease up under your touch.

“Are you.. sure?” Xiao asked hesitantly and you nodded, rubbing your legs together for some friction. The way he looked, turns you on way too much; his flushed face, slightly sweaty from the aftermath of his actions together with his still unsteady breathing painted a perfect picture. “Mhm 100%.” you answered, scooting closer to him.

“Next time, wake me up.” you teased him, noticing him turning slightly redder once again. “Could I?” you asked, glancing at the piece of cloth covering him and back at him, waiting for some type of confirmation.

Xiao nodded, swallowing nervously as you grinned, moving it away. “You look like you could use some help.” you taunted and Xiao whimpered, too nervous to say anything, scared his voice would crack from the nerves and embarrass him more. “So let me.”

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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smut for carmen berzatto with “i don’t deserve you?” please and thank you xo

Carmen.

6. "You're my best friend." + 14. "I don't deserve you."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. combined 2 requests here - thank you sweet anons!! adore adore adore mr berzatto x

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing, angry carmen

Word Count - 950

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Admittedly, he's easier to overwhelm than he should be.

The smallest thing goes wrong, and all of a sudden he's spiralling. He panics, and he takes it out on whoever is closest.

Today is no different.

You're wiping down tables out front when you hear him yelling. He's cursing, screaming at his kitchen staff. He's got that sharp edge in his tone, so you know it must be bad.

You drop your cloth and stride towards the back of the restaurant, determined to see what all the fuss is about. You're met with the sight of 4 terrified chefs and Carmen, stood in the middle of the kitchen, shouting at Sydney.

"Are you incompetent, chef? Are you?"

Sydney doesn't often flinch, but even she looks scared this time. She doesn't answer, and it angers him further. He goes to insult her again, but your voice cuts through the room.

"Carmen!"

Everyone stops to look at you. You're notoriously calm, the most collected person in the establishment. If you're yelling, it must be serious.

Carmy locks eyes with you, and you see the immediate regret written all over his face.

"Okay, everyone go home," you demand. No one protests, all of them filing out silently. When they're gone, you speak again.

"What the hell was that?"

When he doesn't answer, you take a step closer to him.

"Carmen, you can't scream at your staff every time something goes wrong. If you're not careful, you're gonna end up running this place by yourself."

He's looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. You can see he's clearly struggling with something internally.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replies too quickly. "I'm fine."

"Carmen, you're my best friend. I've known you since elementary school - I can read you like a book," you laugh. "Just be honest with me. What's wrong?"

"I just -" he sighs, and starts again. "I think I'm doing all of this wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to do everything the way my brother did it, and it isn't working."

He leans back against the counter, stress plaguing his shoulders.

"You kind of just solved your own problem," you explain, stepping forward so you're practically standing in between his legs. "You're trying to do everything the way your brother did it. But you're not him. You're Carmen."

"No one calls me Carmen but you," he chuckles.

"That's because you're my Carmen. No one else's," you wink.

He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat.

You lean forward and press your forehead to his, exhaling when you feel the tension leave his muscles temporarily.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers.

You pull back and cradle his face in your hands, looking at him intently.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you reassure. "You have me. I'm not going anywhere."

Carmy surges forward and smashes his lips against yours. You gasp in shock, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hands going to your hips to hold you to him.

This isn't the first time the two of you have kissed. In high school, you'd kiss at parties, occasionally makeout in his car, that one time after prom. But this is different. This kiss is charged.

You're tangling your fingers in his hair while he's grabbing at your ass, trying to pull you as close as he can. You break away for air and he kisses your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes.

"Not here, Carmen," you pant. "Office. Office, Carmen."

He picks you up around your middle and carries you, laughing when you squeal loudly, kicking your feet. As soon as you're through the office door, he's crowding you against the wall, desperately attempting to get your chefs jacket off. His fingers are shaking with want, and he's struggling with the buttons.

"Forget about me," you mutter against this lips. "This is about you. Call it stress relief."

You wink before dropping to your knees in front of him. He throws his head back at the sight, overwhelmed.

You untie his trousers and pull them down, pulling him out of his underwear. He's hot and hard and heavy in your hand, and you're realising you've thought about this more times than you'd care to admit.

"Let me take care of you, Carmen," you whisper, before taking him in your mouth.

You set a steady pace, head bobbing and hand moving in tandem. He's groaning, practically writhing, clearly trying not to move his hips.

"Don't hold back on me now," you say sternly, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks. He thinks you've never looked prettier.

"I don't - are you sure? I just - I need to -"

You cut him off by taking him back in your mouth, one hand gripping at the flesh of his thigh. He slowly starts to move his hips, gently and carefully. After a while, he learns your limits, and begins to thrust a little harder.

"Yeah, baby - fuck," he groans. "Just like that. Shit-"

You can tell he's close when his hips begin to stutter. One of his hands moves to grip your hair, and you moan when he tugs. The vibrations of the sound are his undoing, and he spills into your mouth, shuddering and groaning.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you," he mutters, pulling you up so he can slip his tongue past your lips to taste himself.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you echo from earlier. He laughs, and it's like you can see the tension melting from his body.

"My Carmen," you whisper against his lips. "My Carmen."

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fallingdownhell · 6 months

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Could I request Kaeya, Childe, Cyno and Kaveh reacting to their s/o hugging a cute chibi plushie of them their s/o made because they got lonely waiting for them every night?

THAT'S SO CUTE!!

Characters Included: Kaeya; Childe; Cyno; Kaveh

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; fluff

Word count: 950 words

Enjoy, guys<3

Kaeya

his initial response upon seeing the scene in front of him is to tear up from how adorable he finds it

he sees you there, laying on your shared bed, hugging a plushie that he immediately recognizes because of its similarities with himself

he stands there and just watches you for a sec as you sleep, hugging the plush tightly, his heart swelling with love for you

but only a second later, a thought enters his mind that immediately causes guilt to well up inside him

the sudden realization that you felt lonely without him.. he leaves you alone, to the point that you made a plushie, resembling him, so that you could at least feel like he was with you

the guilt washes over him and he feels the sudden urge to just throw himself under the covers with you, get rid of the plush and let you hold onto the real him, not some illusion you created for yourself

so he does just that. You don't wake up to the sudden shifting next to you, and Kaeya carefully turns you around so you lie facing him now, holding onto him in your sleep tightly

he gently plays with your hair, careful not to wake you up, as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your ear. He quietly promises himself and you, that from now on, he won't ever make you feel that lonely ever again

Childe

He's away quite long and frequently for his missions as a Harbinger. He knows you must feel lonely without him and he's sorry about it, but there's also nothing he can do about it

so when one day, he comes home from a rather long mission, it's already getting late, he finds you, napping on the couch, your arms tightly draped around some kind of plushie

a small chuckle came out of him when he slowly approached you, but once he got closer to you and he also got a better look on what you were holding onto, he saw it for what it really was

a tiny version of himself. A plush that he was sure you'd have to have made yourself, because no way would anyone ever sell something like that

he was in awe at first, admiring the plush and all the details that you managed to squeeze into it while not making it too much

he went down on his knees in front of you, looking at your cute expression as you were hugging the miniature him, his heart aching with both love and guilt

right then, you started to wake up again, rubbing your tired eyes, it took you a second to realize who was there kneeling in front of you

"AJAX!", you yelled, throwing yourself onto him, hugging him tightly, the plush totally forgotten at this point

he smiles as he hugs you back, spending the rest of the day and the night cuddling you and catching up on lost time

Cyno

similar to Childe, Cyno is also away quite often, though not for such long periods of time

still, the frequency in which he has to be away from you seems to increase every time, leaving you to fell left alone by him

you tried bringing it up with Cyno, yet you felt like he did not take you serious at all, with him saying that it was just a part of his job that the both of you had to deal with

and you did. You really tried to deal with it. But sometimes, the lonely and quiet nights were just too much to handle on your own. And since Cyno was not here to comfort you, you had to find some other way

since you were still yearning for his comfort and closeness, you resulted to making a plushie of him. You were by far not an expert in making this stuff, but you managed to make it quite similar to him

so now, every time you felt lonely, you could still hug this image of him close to you, granting you some sense of comfort, at the very least

one night, while waiting for him, you fell asleep on the couch, hugging the plushie of him

when Cyno came home and witnessed this scene, it finally sank in with him

he realized what he must have made you go through and endure, and he feels so guilty about it, too

throughout the entire night, he hugs you and the plush tightly. And on the next day, he goes and takes at least a week of vacation, spending all of his free time with you so he can at least start to making it up to you

Kaveh

Bold of you to assume he didn't make you a plushie of him himself already

matter of fact, both of you have one for each other, specially for occaisons like this when either of you has to be away from the other for an extended period of time

Kaveh himself made you a plushie of him, with great detail while still managing to not make it feel overloaded

and he also made one for himself, a miniature image of you, that always accompanies him whereever he goes

and whenever both of you are together, the plushies are also together, either on the bed or on some shelf

often times, when he returns from one of his commissions, he does so late at night, and he usually finds you sleeping while holding the plushie of him close, almost looking like you wanted to strangle the thing

it makes his heart explode with love, knowing that you find comfort in this small image of him while he's away and can't physically comfort you himself

he's so proud that he came up with this idea, and even prouder that you obviously can cope with the solution as well

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Kiss Me Thru The Phone

🕷️ kinktober — day 23: phone sex 🕸️

pairing: felix (stray kids) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, phone sex, masturbation

word count: ~950

synopsis: sure, having an idol bf isn’t exactly ideal, and having phone sex with said bf at 4am is definitely less than ideal. but you make it work 👍🏻

a/n: sorry again for the delay. hope you guys enjoy 💋

posted: october 27, 2023

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Dialing . . .

That word taunted you for the third time as you waited for your boyfriend to answer the phone. He was several thousand miles away from you, in a different timezone, so he was just getting ready for bed. Meanwhile, you had set an alarm for 4 a.m. so that you could tell him goodnight. Though, that was starting to seem like it wasn’t going to happen as your third attempt to call him caught his voicemail. You decided then to give up. Maybe he already fell asleep, you thought as you let your phone fall back onto the empty space beside you where his body would usually be snoring softly.

But just as your eyes were closing, your phone buzzed. You picked it up, the lit-up screen showing his contact photo.

“Sorry I missed your call, baby. I was in the shower,” Felix said once you answered.

“S’okay, how was your show tonight?”

“It was fucking amazing. The fans were so loud and their energy was great all night,” you could picture the wide smile on his freckled face as he spoke. The thought made you smile.

“That’s awesome. I can’t wait to see your show in Australia soon.”

“Trust me, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I haven’t been home in so long, and I can’t wait to have you meet everybody.”

“Not too much longer,” you reminded him. You let out a groan as you stretched yourself across the bed, and your boyfriend laughed softly.

“Tired?”

“Tired? Why would I be tired? It’s just four in the morning,” you replied sarcastically.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t be tired, but I understand. I’ll let you get some sleep, babe.”

“Wait, why’s that?” you asked, but you knew Felix well enough to know exactly what he meant.

“I just . . . miss you a lot. And I’ve got this room all to myself, unlike yesterday,” he explained, making your heartbeat speed up. Your body was heating up at just the thought of him, so you peeled the sheets back.

“You miss me?” you repeated, “How much, Lix?”

“A lot, baby. I’ve thought about you all day.”

“What have you been thinking about?” your hands moved over your body, fingertips gliding over your bare thighs and up your stomach. Your skin broke out in goosebumps.

“Coming home to you in a few days,” his voice was a little deeper than normal, the lust evident in his timbre, “Wanna spend every second with you.”

“You will,” you agreed, hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breast, “You can have me for as long as you want.”

“Yeah? Can’t wait to fuck you when I get home. Been dreaming about your pussy for weeks,” you swore you could hear his hand pumping his cock on the other end of the line. You instantly became wet at the mental image of him in some nice hotel bed, fisting himself to the thought of fucking you. Having his way with you in your bed, your scent filling his nose. Your lips on his. His hands holding onto you tight, wordlessly promising to not let you go anytime soon. “Are you touching yourself too, _______?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, hand sinking under the band of your underwear to play with the space between your thighs. Your skin was slick under your touch, making it easy to rub and massage your sensitive clit.

“Good, get nice and wet for me. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you couldn’t focus on answering, you put it all into aiming for pleasure. You were in a rhythm now, and it felt good. Not as good as when Felix touched you, but it would do for the circumstances.

“I’m so hard right now,” he confessed, his breath becoming heavy, “All for you. Can’t stop thinking about how good you would feel around me. How tight you would be. How wet.”

“Felix,” you moaned, dipping your fingers into your hole, thrusting two of them in and out. You wondered if he could hear the sounds of it from his side, but you got your answer sooner than you thought when he let out a moan.

“Fuck, say my name again, baby.”

“Felix,” you cooed his name, legs fidgeting as the pleasure between them grew. You heard a faint disgruntled noise on the other end, and a smirk sat on your lips at the idea of him cumming from just you moaning his name. “It feels so good. Wish it was your fingers.”

A groan sounded from his end, “I know, baby, me too. Are you gonna cum?”

“Mhm.”

“Good, cum all over those pretty fingers. Let me hear you,” his voice came out breathlessly. You could tell he was close too. A few minutes passed and the sounds your boyfriend was making on the other end of the call were making you go crazy. Your body was buzzing with anticipation for an orgasm that was getting so close you could practically feel it already. Your muscles tensed and moans ripped from your throat.

Unbeknownst to each other, you both came at the same time. Your thigh twitched from the impact before your legs fell limp. Felix’s hand continued to milk his softening erection, now coated in his own cum. He was really thankful he decided to put a towel down just in case, because he did not want to have to face the hotel maids in the morning with such obvious stains on his duvet cover.

“That was a nice way to get to sleep,” he mumbled to you through his post-orgasm haze.

“And a nice way to wake up.”

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