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tkaulitzlvr · 8 months

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hii i absolutely adore your writing it’s literally the best thing on this app!

since my birthday is in a week i just wanted to request a fic where it’s the readers birthday and tom and everyone is ignoring her and “forgot” it’s her birthday but it’s a part of tom’s plan bc he’s throwing a party for her and surprises her when she comes back home but later on in the night tom has another surprise for her if ykwim ;)

if you can’t get to this i understand but thank you for blessing the world w your writing <3

-🧪

BIRTHDAY SEX - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you wake up on your birthday, tom acting like he would any other day, bringing you to the conclusion that he had forgotten about your special day. little did you know, this was all part of his plan.

content: tinyyy bit of angst, smut

a/n: i’m so sorry for not posting for like a week wtf😭 i’ve gotten a lot of requests whilst i’ve been inactive so i’m gonna try work through them asap, but happy birthday anon hope u have an amazing day!! thank u so much for the request, hope i did it justice! 💞

my eyes slowly flutter open, staying half-lidded as the sun’s rays leak in from the small gap in the curtains, not used to the sudden exposure to light. i look downwards, bending my neck slightly, seeing tom’s arm thrown loosely across my stomach, quiet and steady snores escaping his parted lips as he sleeps. his face smushed against the pillow, body flat on his stomach, head nestled just above my shoulder, i know that he is in deep sleep, not planning to wake up anytime soon. the disappointed tinge in my stomach tightens once i realise this, expecting tom to already be awake, preparing me a special breakfast, showering me with gifts and kisses as he usually would on my birthday.

but the room is as it usually looks - no balloons, no presents, no banners, no candies; nothing. but i try to stay hopeful, considering the possibility that he had got up in the night, the array of gifts waiting for me downstairs. so i let him sleep a little longer, veins oozing with excitement as i hang fire, studying his expression for any sign that he is waking up, desperate to see what he had prepared for me, as he usually had a tendency to go all out for these occasions.

he stirs slowly, groaning a little as his arms stretch out, pulling me further into him. his eyes open, a lazy smile gracing his lips when he sees me. i stay quiet, waiting for him to acknowledge my special day, showering me with love and affection and reminding me of the day i have ahead of me. but my face falls at his words, more specifically, the lack of them.

“morning, beautiful.”

my eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if he is playing some sort of prank on me - not at all amused if he is. if he does sense my annoyance, he doesn’t acknowledge it, instead he dips his head into my neck so that his lips are brushing against it, and begins to plant slow and soft kisses there, hands occasionally squeezing the flesh of my hips. i don’t stop him, instead i allow the millions of questions in my mind to sit there, the sinking feeling in my stomach rising as i try to prevent the realisation that he has forgotten about my birthday truly feel real. there is no way - he’s never forgotten, even before we started dating, he’d always wish me happy birthday. however the more sloppy his kisses on my neck get, his lips smiling against it, body inching further into mine lazily as it would every other morning, it is clear that my fear has completely come true, and, somehow, he is totally unaware of how special this day is - to me, at least.

“you got any plans today, schatz?” he asks, head still buried into my neck as he speaks in between kisses, eventually moving it upwards so that he is now looking into my eyes, completely clueless.

internally, i want to slap him, scold him for having such a terrible memory and even being able to remotely forget about today. but, i decide to hold back, coming to the silent conclusion that i will go out elsewhere, with people who actually have the decency to remember my birthday unlike my boyfriend. so i shake my head, forcing my lips into a weak smile, my fingers reaching upwards to play with a loose dread falling from his face.

his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side as he senses something is wrong. my heart swells in excitement as i watch him appear to think something over, waiting for him to finally remember what day it is. but, i am quickly proven wrong as he is still just as clueless as he was five minutes ago.

“you okay? you seem upset.” he says, so absentmindedly i wonder if he is actually being serious. it seems that he is completely sincere, his hand moving to stroke my cheek as he awaits an answer, failing to understand that his obliviousness is the reason for my sadness.

“yeah i’m fine, just a little tired.” i reassure him, trying to make my smile seem a little more real, and, somehow he buys it, nodding his head and moving downwards to plant a tender kiss on my lips.

“okay, well the guys want me at the studio to rehearse.” he begins, pecking my lips a few more times, not noticing the way my face falls, in disbelief of this entire situation, having expected to be celebrating with him the whole day. “so i don’t know when i’ll be back. but we can watch a movie and order takeout or something tonight, mhm?”

“sounds great.” i say, sarcasm laced in my tone as i now feel anger more than anything. i reach my hands to his chest, placing them flat against it, pushing him off of my body as i sit up, turning around to get out of bed.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he quickly says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my shoulder as he pulls me further into him, my back flush against his chest.

“nothing tom. have fun with the band, text me when you’re finished, yeah?” i turn my head, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to shut him up, wanting to be as far away from him as possible right now, hoping that he is planning on leaving soon.

“if you’re sure.” he shrugs, pecking my lips once again before climbing out of bed, as i do the same. “i’m running late schatz, i’m gonna get dressed then i have to go.”

i nod my head as he takes a few steps towards me, wrapping his arms around my frame and embracing me in a tight hug, my head resting in his shoulder.

“i love you.” he whispers, his head resting on top of mine.

“love you too.” i quickly say, breaking apart from the hug. he kisses my forehead quickly, before walking over to the closet, picking out some baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt as he would every day. he hurriedly slips them on, tying his dreads in a ponytail and placing a matching cap on his head. he smooths out his t-shirt, walking over to me once more.

“i love you beautiful, see you tonight.” he says, swiftly kissing my lips before rushing out of our bedroom, the front door closing a few seconds later.

i sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes clouding with tears, wondering what i could have done to make my own boyfriend forget about my birthday, feeling completely miserable. to make things even worse, i hadn’t received any messages from my friends, family - anybody.

but i tried to stay happy, remembering that even if tom had forgotten, my friends and i were still going out for my birthday meal tonight as we did every year.

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6:04pm, the time on my screen reads, reminding me that i should start getting ready, my birthday dinner booked for 7:30. tom hadn’t texted me all day, neither had anybody, yet i still had the hope that my friends were all getting ready too - feeling sick at the thought that it wasn’t just tom that had forgotten. but i didn’t want to think about him, my pent up anger and frustration going to be released when he came home from the studio, though i silently wished that he wouldn’t, not even wanting to see him.

i scan my closet, my fingers landing on a small black dress that i hadn’t worn yet, pulling it from the hanger and studying it, contemplating before nodding my head, taking my comfy clothes off and getting changed into it. i walk to the mirror, content with my appearance for once, the dress perfectly highlighting my curves, the material reaching mid-way down my thighs. my hair already straight as i had fixed it earlier, i move onto my makeup, applying basically everything as i take care in making sure i look perfect for tonight, not wanting anything else to go wrong.

finishing my lipstick, i move away from the mirror, adjusting my hair and running my fingers through it, removing any small knots. i check the time once again - 7:02pm. my eyes widen, realising that i have to leave, yet as i am rushing to get my heels on, my phone buzzes. i stop, placing my second heel on my foot before looking at the words on my screen.

so sorry girl, a family emergency has come up and the rest of the girls can’t make it. we will make it up to u i promise!! - 7:04pm

my eyes stare at the screen in disbelief, reading the words over and over again, wondering if i am imagining them as it seems impossible that so much has gone wrong in one day. i slump onto my bed, frustratedly kicking my heels off, trying to stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling - even if i’m not going out, my makeup still looks perfect, some pathetic tears aren’t going to ruin it. but before i can become too upset, my phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up as i roll my eyes, seeing that tom has finally texted me.

schatz, come to bill’s house. be quick if you can, it’s pretty important. i love you. - 7:08pm

my eyes widen, quickly picking up on the urgency of his text, my mind assuming that the worst has happened. i quickly rush to put my heels back on, not caring that i am dressed to go to a party, more focused on getting to tom as fast as i can, feeling so selfish for being mad that he hadn’t texted me all day, now worried sick as i scramble for my car keys, quickly rushing out of the front door.

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i pull up outside of bill’s house, the lights off, the entire place eerily quiet. having known him all my life, i no longer knock on his door, instead i walk straight in, my eyes met with an empty hallway.

“tom? bill?” i got your message, is everything okay?” i call out, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as i walk into the kitchen, which is just as empty as the room before, my eyes furrowing in confusion, whatever tom needed me for clearly not as urgent as he had made out.

i turn around, about to leave the kitchen, but just as i am about to take my first step, my eyes are covered by two large hands, my body freezing in shock.

“guess who?” a familiar voice says, my body turning to be met with his cocky smile, his hands moving to rest on my hips as i stare at him in disbelief.

“tom? what the fuck, are you okay? is bill okay? i’ve been worried sick, what’s going-”

my rambling is cut off by tom pressing his lips to mine, smiling against them as he pulls away after a few seconds, my concern somehow amusing to him.

“shhh, come with me.” he mutters against my lips, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.

“what? where are we going? tom you’re driving me crazy what is going on?” i ask as he pulls me through the hallway, leading me outwards towards the garden.

“baby calm down. everything is fine.” he begins, stopping and turning to face me, taking my hands in his. “you look beautiful by the way.”

“thanks tom but that’s not-”

“schatz, just trust me okay? come on.” he interrupts, squeezing my hand as we continue to walk towards the garden. the double doors leading out to it are closed, heavy curtains draped over the glass, stopping me from seeing what is outside. tom moves the curtain a little, opening the door and stepping outside, my mouth falling open in shock.

my eyes are met with a crowd of all of my friends, a few people unfamiliar, some people that i recognise to be tom’s friends, as well as an array of balloons, food, alcohol, banners, the pool lit up as confetti decorates the outside of it.

“happy birthday!” a chorus of voice says, my hands flying to my mouth in shock, a wide smile on my face as i turn to tom, his eyes already on mine. i quickly pull him into a hug, so tight that his body stumbles backwards a little, but his arms soon wrap around my lower back, a proud grin etched upon his face.

“happy birthday meine liebe.” he says, raising his voice a little as the music that has just been turned on drowns out any other noise.

“how did you- i thought you forgot?” i question, pulling away from the hug, staying within his embrace as his arms remain on my hips. he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“how could i forget about my girl’s birthday? i’ve been planning this for so long. it’s been so hard to keep it a secret, and i hated making you upset this morning, i almost cracked when you got mad at me, but, seeing your reaction now makes it all worth it.” he says, eyes staring into mine.

i stand there speechless, unable to find the right words, wondering how he managed to pull this whole thing off. i pull his face towards mine, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, tom deepening it a little as he presses his lips harder onto mine. i pull away for breath, resting my forehead against his.

“it’s perfect, i don’t even know what to say. i love you.” i state, unable to hide my excitement.

“i love you too baby. now come on, let’s have fun.” he smiles, taking my hand and guiding me over to some of our friends.

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“there’s one more surprise for you.” tom whispers in my ear, giving my ass a rough squeeze as he smirks knowingly, the lustful tint within his eyes saying exactly what kind of surprise he is hinting towards.

we had been at the party for a few hours, certainly tipsy as everyone else was, yet it didn’t show any sign of ending soon, the music seeming to get louder, amount of alcohol coming from inside only increasing.

“oh yeah? and what’s that?” i ask, looking upwards at him, my hand running down his chest.

he chuckles slightly, bending down so his lips are level with my ear, his breathing tickling the area. “you’ll have to wait until we get home.” he teases, kissing the skin below my ear before moving back, taking a drink from his cup as his other arm remains around my shoulder.

“or we could just leave now.” i challenge, willing to play whatever game he thinks he has started, knowing that he will cave in.

“hmm.” he begins, titling his head, trying to make it look like he is debating on letting me win, though i can tell his mind was made the second i said the words. “you are the birthday girl, you’re in charge beautiful.”

he shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking outwards to play with his lip ring.

“then we’re leaving.” i state, taking his hand and saying my brief goodbyes to everybody, not being able to get out of the house fast enough.

we reach my car as i throw my keys over to tom, letting him drive as he is the more sober one out of the two of us, having only had one drink. the drive home is torturous, tom squeezing my thigh and whispering just the right things in my ear, knowing the effect that his words have on me, my legs squeezing together as the heat between them becomes unbearable.

he pulls up in the driveway, stepping out of the car and taking my hand, unlocking the front door. he guides me upstairs and into the bedroom, walking towards his closet and returning with a square black box. he places it in front of me as i sit on the bed, his body towering over me.

“happy birthday baby.” is all he says, watching me as i take the lid off of the box, revealing the most beautiful black lingerie set i had ever laid my eyes on. i take it out of the box, holding it in front of me as i stare at it in awe.

“i love it! thank you thank you thank you!” i squeal, standing on my knees on the edge of the bed and kissing his lips quickly.

“you gonna put it on for me? i’ve been waiting to see you in it since i bought it, been driving me crazy.” he whispers against my lips, teeth tugging my bottom lip gently as he slowly releases it, smirking slightly against me. “don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

i nod my head, pecking his lips once more before climbing off of the bed, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. i slip my dress off, netting it pool at my feet, before pulling the panties upwards and onto my body. the bra follows as i clip it on, adjusting the straps. i look at myself in the mirror, in shock of how well tom knows me. it fits perfectly, complimenting my figure in ways i didn’t know were possible.

i open the door, tom quickly turning to face me. his eyes widen, a grin taking over his expression as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he walks towards he, hands finding my hips as his fingers dip in and out of the lacy material of my panties, eyes burning into my figure. he bends down, pushing his lips against mine and quickly sliding his tongue in, groaning quietly against me.

his hands move under my thighs, squeezing the flesh as he uses them to lift me up, wrapping my legs against his torso. he walks us over to the bed, falling onto it as i collapse on top of him, never breaking the kiss. his fingers grace my figure, starting at my back, slowly moving to my ass as he kneads it roughly, using it to grind my body against him, his dick already hard through his jeans. i gasp into his mouth at the feeling, my hands cupping his face as i pull his lips harder against my own.

“better than i imagined.” he mutters against my lips, biting them softly. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

i moan lightly in response, pulling backwards to reach for his t-shirt, not liking that he is still fully dressed. he smirks at my desperation, helping me to pull his t-shirt off. i sit up, straddling him as he holds my waist, my fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans, scrambling to take them off. he sees me struggling, moving upwards a little, undoing the zipper and pulling them from his legs, my hips lifting upwards momentarily so that he can take them completely off.

he is now in his boxers, my hands tracing his abs as he reconnects our lips, his fingers reaching for the clasp of my bra, undoing it in one swift motion. i pull at his boxers, getting them off as i want nothing more than him to be inside of me.

“how do you want it baby?” he mutters against me, slipping my panties off as he speaks. “whatever you want beautiful, just let me make you feel good.”

his chest moves up and down, lips parted as his eyes stare into mine, awaiting my response. instead of voicing my needs verbally, i climb off of him, laying flat against the bed as i pull him on top of me, taking his dick and putting it at my entrance, letting him move fully inside of me.

my mouth falls open as he bottoms out, small whines escaping from my lips. my hands fly to his back, nails digging into the skin as they rake downwards, tom wincing as the slight pain only fuels his desire. he pulls almost completely out, before slamming into me, a loud moan leaving my lips at the exciting mix of pain and pleasure, able to tune out the slight discomfort and focus on the way he fills me up.

he groans against my lips, kissing them repeatedly as he moves in and out of me, building a steady pace. “fuck you feel so good.” he sighs, grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle causing me to practically scream in satisfaction, his tip drilling against my g-spot repeatedly.

“please don’t stop, right there, mhm!” i manage to say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his dick continues to stretch me out, hitting places that no one but him ever could.

my walls clench around him, a small groan coming from the base of his throat at my movement. “do that again baby- fuck, do it again.” he basically begs, his head falling backwards once i repeat my motions.

i attempt to kiss him, my movements against his lips sloppy and inconsistent, loud moans pouring from my mouth into his as he groans lowly, his pace speeding up, breathing becoming fast and heavy. his chest is flush against mine, bodies sticking together, the sound of our skin slapping together sounding throughout the room, a chorus of inaudible sounds leaving our lips as we chase our release.

“i’m close, keep going, please.” i beg, my voice coming out as a desperate whine. he nods his head in response, gripping my thighs harder, his muscles flexing with each movement as his thrusts become faster and stronger. his dick starts to twitch, signalling to me that he is close too.

“where do you want it baby?” he breathes out, his eyes squeezed shut, movements now becoming irregular.

“inside.” i moan out, not caring about the consequences right now, drunk on the feeling of his dick moving in and out of me.

he lets out a small ‘mhm’, his response soon cut off by a loud groan as he feel him shoot his hot cum into me, the liquid coating my walls, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. the knot in my stomach unravels, a high pitched moan leaving my lips as i clutch onto him harder than i ever have before, watching the way his face twists in pleasure, head rolling backwards as he rocks his hips at a slow pace, riding out our highs.

he collapses on top of me, hands running up and down my waist as he places a small kiss on my collarbone before lazily muttering against my skin, his voice low and hoarse.

“happy fucking birthday.”

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flem17ng · 5 months

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can i request a jessie fleming x reader fic? where someone (u can pick who) is getting closer to jessie (like physically and emotionally closer) and reader gets jealous. all the tension leads to a big fight where jessie ends up reassuring reader that she loves them and all that (r and jess are in an est. relationship). and (only if ur comfortable writing it!) smut ensues

Thanks so much for this request anon! I’m always having jessie fleming brain rot so this was an enjoyable write.

pairing: Jessie fleming x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive i guess

word count: 1.35k

summary: reader catches jessie flirting with a fan after a big chelsea win. (established relationship)

The game was supposed to be the best night of your life. The crowd was cheering, the stands were a sea of blue and you had just scored a fantastic header from a corner that your beautiful girlfriend had taken. Needless to say: you were supposed to be happy!

The crowed erupted as the ball hit the back of the net and for a moment everything was still. The players stopped, you stopped, the goalie looked up in disbelief. You had scored a goal in the final few minutes, putting chelsea in the lead.

When reality set in you were swarmed by the team: Sam slapped you in the back while Millie cheered into your ear and pushed you towards the crowd to celebrate the inevitable win.

It was then that you saw her: your wonderful Jessie, smiling and waving to a fan in the other side of the barricade. The girl (maybe 20) was wrapped in a fleming jersey with a sign over your head that read “marry me number 17!”.

You felt your throat tighten for a moment. Yes this was pretty normal: being in the public eye you often had thirsting fans chasing you (jessie probably more so than most). And yet something about the way the girl winked at jessie made your stomach churn.

Before you could say anything, the game was resuming. No time to worry about some little interaction. You were being jealous, that’s all.

***

The game ended soon after. A whirlwind of cheers ushered you through the tunnel and into the change room where bottles of champagne waited for you.

“y/n! that goal was amazing babe! I’m sorry i didn’t come to celebrate with you!” Jessie ran towards you, her shirt halfway off and a big grin on her adorable face. Usually this would be when you grabbed her rosy cheeks and kissed her, but your stomach was still churning so instead you gave her a quick hug and a nod before moving to get changed.

The team was going to be moving onto a pub after everyone showered so it wasn’t long before the dressing room began emptying out. As the room got quieter you could hear a conversation Jessie and Lauren were having in the corner.

“who was that eh jessie?”

“mmh? oh the girl! I don’t know, just a fan probably”

“bit of a looker though”

Jessie hummed but didn’t respond. You supposed that should have made you feel better but the fact Lauren had noticed the interaction at all made you a little uncomfortable. You and Jessie had been dating for almost a year now but had decided it was best not to tell people at work. You were both private people after all, it made sense to keep things quiet.

It didn’t make it any easier when people tried to hit of her though.

“hey jessie I recon i’ll walk to the pub” you called out at you gathered your things and pulled your jacket on.

“hey are you sure? I’ll give you a lift if you want” Jessie looked at you curiously, her big brown eyes piercing into you.

“yeah i’m sure. I want to cool my muscles down a bit” you shot her a weak smile before walking out of the room. The truth was you felt like the jealousy was eating you alive (and not in a nice way).

You had been ok with keeping things private at first, but now the thought of other people, other women desiring Jessie, wanting her… it filled you with anger. She was yours. And you were hers.

***

The pub was full when you arrived: Not only with the team but with family members, admin people, managers and coaches. The music was thumping loud enough to make the walls shake.

You needed a drink.

You pushed so to the front of the bar, attempting to get the attention of one of the bartenders when someone caught your eye.

Leaning against the bar a few metres away was that girl, the fan that winked at Jessie. It look you a moment to realise the girl was pushed up against someone: her hands were resting against the bar on both sides of some girl. As you watched you realised it was Jessie. Your wonderful, perfect girlfriend was pushed up against some dumb blonde fan girl.

Jessie must have said something funny (of course she did) and the girl reached forwards, placing a hand on jessie’s cheek, using the opportunity to get infinitely closer.

The churning in your stomach had become a full scale tidal surge. You needed air, you needed to go home, you needed that woman to get off your girlfriend.

What could you have done? no one else knew she was yours.

Just as you turned to leave, Jessie looked around, locking eyes with you for a second before you were lost in the crowd.

you couldn’t stand there, you had to leave.

***

“Y/n! Y/n please wait up!” you could hear her yelling for you was you walked up the street but you couldn’t, wouldn’t stop.

“please Y/n. that wasn’t what it looked like!”

You spun round, cheeks red, temper rising.

“really Jessie. because to me it looked like you were having a nice time getting felt up by some groupie.” you yelled, causing jessie to stop abruptly.

“Babe-“

“Don’t babe me Fleming. I saw that girl in the crowd. That’s why you didn’t celebrate with me. Because you were too busy eye fucking some dumb blonde?”

“Don’t be crass y/n”

“Don’t be crass! Jesus, Fleming! You think I like to watch you getting all touchy with those girls? Do you think I enjoy that?”

you walked back a few steps only for Jessie to walk even closer.

“Don’t ben ridiculous…” she breathed.

“Jessie stop. You’re being mean.”

You started to turn around before remembering you would end up at your shared apartment soon enough.

“y/n look at me. please.” Jessie’s voice sounded needy, desperate. Maybe that’s why you turned. Suddenly she was a whole lot closer than she had been before.

“Y/n that girl… she is nothing to me. She cornered me at the bar while I was waiting for you, she kept… touching me. I felt gross but I- I didn’t know what to do!” Jessie’s eyes looked wet now as she talked.

“on the pitch when I went to take my corner she yelled… well she yelled something pretty fucking gross if i’m being honest. the only reason i gave her the time of day was because I was so upset.” Jessie sighed and looked down. She fiddled with her ring as she spoke.

You covered her hand with hers suddenly feeling the need to be nearer to her.

“Y/n I love you. I mean, I am in love with you. I think I have been for years now. Even before we went out I loved you.”

you looked at her, taken aback

“Jessie?”

“please I need you to know this. No one compares to you. No one. Don’t you ever feel second best because you are always first in my heart.” It was your turn to tear up now. Jessie wasn’t always the best with words, this was… a first to say the least.

“Jessie I want to tell people about us. I want to be your everything. I want there to be no room for doubt in anyone’s mind that i’m yours. Jessie please I just… I can’t do this anymore. I want to be with you and I want the whole world to know about it.”

Jessie grinned, her cheeks going red in the dim light. “darling, there is nothing i want more.”

she reached up and held your face, bringing you in for a deep kiss. You grabbed her waist, pushing her gently up against the building beside you and deepening the kiss until you were both panting.

Slowly you dipped your head and kissed her neck, listening to her sharp breath as you went.

“don’t ever talk to that girl again. understand”

Jessie looked down, mouth open and breathless.

“take me home Y/n”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #chelsea fcw

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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okay fr what do you think scara is like in bed? what’s he into, what’re his kinks, the whole shebang?

modern scaramouche hc's

✭ tags ; sub!chara, dom!reader (they bottom but parts are unspecificed so gn!reader as well), this is also my modern!scaramouche take so just be aware, bratting, rough sex, slapping, hitting, a lil degradation, reader is v careful abt scaramouches boundaries tho, romantic implications reader is stronger than scara + he is short king, etc

✭ wc ; 2.1k (im soooo ashamed. anon im so sorry)

✭ a/n ; this got so out of hand so quickly. this is my personal scaramouche this has nothing to do with anyone but me and my delusions sorry in advance.

like really. cant describe how subjective this is but i also refuse to change my mind or see him any other way. thank u so much for inquiring

my modern scaramouche is usually aged like. 20-something in college. he goes to a nice university (a very competitive school mind you.) he was really concerned about excelling for like most of his hs career. kind of a loner except tartaglia who adopted him into his friend group.

he panics about his degree for the longest time cause he doesn't know what to do - but settles on civil architecture and minors in fine art.

he has his ears pierced and some other piercings too that he was peer pressured into, but overall likes how they look. he's not usually very dressed up and all of his closet is so oversized because comfort > fashion BUT he never looks like a slob either.

has like 3 other friends on campus (kazuha + mona + childe who somehow followed him there)

complicated relationship with his mom + stepmom (he doesn't hate her but they do not communicate so tons of misunderstandings between them. like sooo many)

and. usually not actively looking to date anyone ever. he had like one crush one time in highschool but chickened out so miserably and SEETHED about it the whole time.

after that he swore to never, ever, ever go back to that dark place and sort of just focused on his career and school. his major is pretty difficult so it takes a lot of his time

plus he's a little pretentious, stuck up little shit so only a few people can handle him in the first place.

anyways. u meet through tartaglia who thinks you two will get along really well (and he's trying to set you both up bc he thinks you two could work well together)

its honestly like oil and water. you're personality just rubs him the wrong way. sure childe is annoying, but he's stupid

you're...not stupid. you're kind of clever and you treat him with like. a sense of disrespect he hates. scaramouche is used to people who let him have the upperhand

but you're always pretty quick to shoot him down. you never let him him get away with anything and you guys have this like... insane back and forth for months

its the slowest of burns. he swears he hates you.

(he doesn't though. he thinks its really fucking attractive that you talk back to him and don't let him intimidate you ever. but he loathes that feeling. he also loathes how nice your laugh is and how easy it is to talk to you)

scaramouche spends. AGES. ages in denial. closes his eyes to it. its like 6 months deep into it - he starts having wet dreams and he wakes up HORRIFIED with himself.

WORSE? scaramouche knows about your sex life. not through you but through observation and gossip. he's not fucking you in the dreams. you're fucking him.

humiliated, he simply tries to ignore it. but it's making him so much moody than usual and because you two spend so much time together - you notice almost right away. of course you do.

"whats got your panties in a twist lately? not that you're usually sunshine and rainbows but you're acting like a little kid"

scaramouche says something mean. like, really mean in response. he's just so frustrated. its a personal jab, farther than he'd usually go.

he's expecting to sabotage himself you know? he does that sometimes. pushes people away when they get too close. it's a miracle he has any friends. he's expecting you to get annoyed and leave.

but there's this like. chill to your voice. and you're looking straight at him.

"you don't talk to me like that, understand? i don't care how shitty your mood is."

one hit k.o. he can't even breathe. what's wrong with him and what is happening to him, and holy shit why do you sound like that.

"sorry," he apologizes (him. he's apologizing first) "just. frustrating,"

and you immediately slink back to your usual self. and he's relieved and a little excited and just overall restless because he can't stop thinking about what just happened.

"it's fine. i like being on your ass or whatever but it's bothering me that you're so moody. maybe you really do need to get laid,"

the joke is one you often to make. it's meant to lighten the mood. but scaramouche is feeling pent-up and horny and that's kind of exactly what he needs

"s-shut up. it's not like you're going to do it,"

internally he's hoping you take the bait. he is equal parts horrified and excited watching you take in the information. you give him a lazy smile as you sit up and look at him.

"huh. do you...want me to do it?"

oh dear god. oh fuck.

"so what if i did?"

and then you laugh, which he can't decipher. he's gearing himself to be made fun of. he watches you with big wide yes as you come sit on the desk near him. feels your fingers trail his jaw and tilt his head up and holy shit he might really die.

he can barely look up at you.

"is that why you've been acting weird for last couple of weeks?" your voice is so smug and scaramouche is so turned on it's stupid. he hates it. hates himself. hates everything

"shut up,"

and then, you grab his chin. really make him look at you and it's startling but he doesn't pull away. you look gleeful.

"that why you've been running with your tail between your legs when you see me?" you hum, your eyes almost predatory "cause you want me to fuck you?"

its times like this scaramouche he could be honest. because that's exactly what he wants, but he hates having to say it.

"as if you could satisfy me," he says, instead. your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to register it all in your head.

"you're such a fucking brat," you say, light. affectionate, really. it makes his heart pump "you think i can't?"

"i'd like to see you try," he says, absolutely and utterly in disbelief internally. you grin.

"can i kiss you?"

"why're you asking?"

"cause im an asshole, not a villain,"

you and scaramouche makeout in a study room before he decides to to get ahold of himself and invites you into his dorm. he's never been so thankful in his life that his roomate is gone.

when you get scaramouche into bed - it really dawns on him how out of his element he is. he's not a virgin - a few awkward and usually bad hook-ups in his repertoire.

but you're not like them. he's bitey and on edge but you handle him. ask for permission for little things, clarifications for what he's okay with. you're thoughtful, despite how much he's lashing out.

and it's turning scaramouche so much he doesn't know how to handle it other than doing it again. he wants to provoke you so much. he wants to put him in his place over and over.

it's mid makeout he pulls away, frustration all-welled up inside him that he asks. he's hard and needy and needs something to get him off.

"i knew you were all talk," he sneers, putting as much of himself in it as he can "this is nothing,"

you look at him very seriously "you're really asking for it, huh," you say with a sigh "do you know what you're getting into?"

"nothing serious obviously,"

"usually when i deal with brats like you, i treat 'em real rough. im being nice to you cause you're so pent up, but it's like you don't want that," you grab his face again, getting close and personal this time and scaramouche feels like he'll collapse "want me to treat you mean and put you in your place? hit you and make you cry?"

oh it ruins his life. that's exactly what he wants. what he needs from you so much it aches. so much he chokes.

"wh-what the hell are-"

but you make him face forward, look you in your eyes.

"your first lesson is answer me when i talk to you. is that what you want? you can nod if you can't say it,"

so he nods and you laugh.

"yeah? should smack the brat outta you shouldn't i?

you're asking for permission. despite his everything, there's something affectionate about it. he feels his stomach twist with desire.

"just fucking do it already,"

"tell me if you need to stop,"

"i said—"

it's unceremonious, really. when scaramouche feels the palm of your hands on his cheek, landing heavy and hard as you push him back against the bed. you hit him.

he liked it. makes his cock throb in his fucking jeans, feeling the sting.

"your second lesson is don't fucking mouth at me," you practically spit. there's some roughness in your actions that make scaramouche keen as you crawl on top of him "can't even deal with your moods without lashing out."

scaramouche feels his stomach churn as your hands make rough work of him. you pin his wrists over his head, tell him to keep it there.

and of course he refuses, disobeys - gets to feel how strong you actually are when you spit the words back in his face again to hold fucking still.

scaramouche keeps doing it. keeps pushing until you have to put him back where he belongs forcibly. he doesn't know that he's doing it

but he wants something he can't name, a desire that aches so deep in his chest. he wants you to take responsibility for him - like a promise of some kind.

he likes the way your mouth feels on his skin. your teeth feel so good sinking into pale flesh. the scratch of your nails and sting of your palms as you spank and hit and push his body.

you manhandle him so fucking easily, putting him in every position you can think of. on his knees, or his back - naked and waiting.

you tease scaramouche till he's honest, your voice coarse until he starts giving in.

you're so good with your hands. your fingers, your mouth. you know just the right things to get him all squirmy - praising him when he's getting desperate towards the end.

his sense of shame nowhere to be found as he gets close to the edge. as you tip him over it, he can feel all the tension bleed out of him. goes from bitching, to whiny - needy and not above begging.

he doesn't even understand it. can't wrap his head around it all the way - lets you guide him through the feeling as he starts feeling pliant.

you let him fuck you with mercy. don't make him work for it, just sit on his cock and tell him that he looks so much better when he's all messed up for you and he just. melts completely. like feels like he's gonna fall through the floor.

he cries when he cums. sobs a little as he finally gets relief then melts into your bed like a pile of wet sand as you finish yourself off and overstimulate him a little in the process.

after all is said and done - he falls asleep basically immediately after the high.

when he wakes up the next day - you haven't left. he's like kind of nuzzled up in your arms (which. is wild bc he has always hated physical touch but? apparently not with you)

when you stir awake, you're immediately whistling. you even press a kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face.

"you awake? feel okay?" you hum, so stupidly tender and scaramouche has to fight every urge to push you away.

"im...fine. you're still here," he says unhelpfully. you chuckle.

"yeah. figured you would start spiraling if i left in the middle of the night"

he is horrified at the accuracy.

"it's weird when you're being all...nice to me,"

"its a lot easier since i realize you just wanted to be put in your place," you say with a knowing him. scaramouche elbows you "it's cute, it's cute. don't kill me,"

"you're annoying,"

"yeah, i know. i wiped you down a bit but we should shower and i gotta make sure you're not too hurt anywhere,"

"i'm not a flower,"

"i was bein' pretty rough and its my job to take care of you,"

"why would that be your job?"

"cause im a responsible sexual partner and we're seeing each other, i figure?"

he flushes at the implication. he doesn't want to think about it as he cuddles himself into your side. ugh. whatever.

"who said that?"

"do you want me to see other people?"

"i'll kill you,"

"that's what i thought,"

scaramouche hates it but does not have the confidence to protest you.

scaramouche realizes with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he is the most submissive brat in the fucking world

he decides not to think about it for a while

#i edited it so much out i want to fuck the brat out of him im SORRRYYYYYYYY #scaramouche smut #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #writing tag

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alornights · 1 year

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HIII ORA!!!!!!!! EEEPP (first off that's such a cool name whatttt)) saw ur requests were open and was wondering if i could ask for a oneshot with toolshed?? one where him and the reader are really close irl but they hate eachother in their superhero fits or whatever because stan dosen't know she's like ... her super hero self?? (if that makes any sense)

you can pick a name for it or whatever, just that the reader uses a bow and arrow/ does archery lmaoooo

SRRY IF THIS MAKES NO SENSEEE

🏹 - anon ^^

⟢ better than you.

➜ in which ! you and stan have a fight over who's the better hero.

💌 ﹫toolshed aka, stan marsh.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗death threats.

🍓 ⟡ notes — im still getting used to this so i hope this is good! and THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT OMG i lava u <3

Everyone knew you and Stan were inseparable.

Two peas in a pod, you'd never find one without the other. No one knows when or how you two met, just randomly some day you two were talking like you had known each other your entire life.

So when one day you and Stan were glaring at each other like your lives depended on it no one felt even remotely comfortable that day.

And the reason you fought... well...

"Ew." You stared at him in shock as he continued, "Hero Name is the worst hero in the Freedom Pals. She thinks she's so high and mighty because she can do archery and thinks everyone's madly in love with her. She's not even all that."

"She is all that!" You protested slamming your fist to the table, "She's like so hot and do you not realize the entire school except you has or had a crush on her at some point. And she is high and mighty."

He groaned rolling his eyes, "Then everyone in the school is stupid and needs to get their eyes checked. She is not all that."

"Take that back." You warned glaring at him.

"It's true, I'm not taking shit back."

"Then who's your favorite hero since you think she's so ass, huh?"

He grinned, "Obviously, the best hero, Toolshed." You gasped giving him a face of disgust, "Bro, Toolshed is absolutely mid. He looks and sounds like a total loser even that berry hero is better than him."

"You don't know what you're talking about sweetheart." Stan waved you off as you gapped at him.

"Stanley, you sound so dumb and naive. Toolshed is so boring, Hero Name is just so much cooler and hotter, and sexier, and ten times better than that disgusting thing."

"THING?" Stan yelled as you nodded looking away from him. "How dare you! If anyone's a thing it'd be that disgusting ugly bitch."

"SHE IS NOT DISGUSTING, YOU'RE DISGUSTING."

"AM NOT."

"ARE TOO YOU-"

He put a hand to your face as you slapped it away. "I don't want to speak with you, I don't want

"Fine!" You yelled picking up your bag ready to leave. "Until you admit Hero Name is better, I will not associate myself with you."

"Good, I don't want to associate myself with someone who thinks Toolshed is a loser. Goodbye for good you ass." Stan yelled walking away as you did the same.

How dare he.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"You will not believe what happened today." You groaned walking down to the Freedom Pal's base as everyone turned to look at you.

"What? You embarrassed yourself in front of everyone in South Park and now everyone thinks you're an embarrassment? Sounds like a good day if you ask me." Toolshed grinned with a wink.

"Hey, you remember when I shot an arrow into your eye?" You remarked as Toolshed paused, "We can make that happen again."

"Calm down you two. Hero Name continues what you were going to say." Dr. Timothy voiced giving us a warning look.

You sighed flopping down on one of the open couches, "Bro I got into a fight with the one dearest to me because their stupid ass Toolshed over there was better than me! Can you believe that?"

"What?"

You groaned. "He went 'Oooh, Hero Name sucks ass Toolshed is sooo much more better and Hero Name is not hot and sexy'. Like can you believe that?"

"That happened to me too! I can't believe you're ruining friendships like that because you exist." Toolshed shouted as I gasped.

"I AM NOT- you literally make me want to stab myself in the heart with one of my own arrows." You remarked as he flipped you off.

"I bet you've started hate clubs for me in your civilian forms since you seem so jealous of me." Toolshed boasted crossing his arms.

Mysterion groaned banging his head against the wall. "Make it end."

"I am not jealous of you- you're jealous of me! You even made my friends betray me because they love you. If anything you're starting a cult against me."

"AM NOT."

"ARE TOO-"

"When do you think they're going to find out? I say by the end of the year." Kite murmured to Call Girl.

"20 dollars by the end of this month." She responded as the two shook hands a silent agreement formed.

"They need to get a room, it is getting sooo steamy in here."

"SHUT UP CARTMAN!"

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #toolshed x reader

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seokka0o · 1 year

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can u elaborate on exhibitionist!taeyoung our bday baby?! <33

Birthday 🎂

[♡] Taeyoung ♡ Reader

[♡] 1.8K

[♡] Contain: exhibitionism; thigh fuck; unprotected sex; breeding

[♡] Thank you for request anon, I made something bigger for your lovely boy taeyoung, hope enjoy. Not fully proofread

[♡] this is +18 content and purely fictional, not intended to offend anyone. read with descriptions. Minors do not interact.

It's Taeyoung's birthday. The dorm full of the members, and you of course, as his partner could not be missing. Allen said it cost a lot to prepare something so big considering that they are allocated in several dorms, but everyone wanted to make Taeyoung's day special, even if he was very frustrated, even if you knew the reason, even if no one else inside that dorm couldn't don't care about that. here he was trying his best to maintain his posture.

~20 minutes earlier~

"Fuck" Your legs were shaking containing the effort that was in vain. Taeyoung slides inside you, fitting perfectly into all your scraping walls, causing an indescribable feeling of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back in your head a considerable number of times, the moans coming out of your mouth like loud music being played inside the dorm he shared with Minhee and Hyeongjun

His body was laid out on top of yours, clinging to your sweaty skin, his mouth fit over your neck, releasing his hot breath against your skin, taeyoung didn't seem tired despite the slow fuck, the kisses on your neck were simple, caresses to be given as a way of silently thanking you for the birthday visit, since the night before taeyoung had been fucking you non-stop, desperate for the feel of your flesh and essence precisely because it was one of the only days he could have some peace off the busy schedule.

"You make me feel so good, y/n" taeyoung mumbled against your skin, you just made sounds in agreement with your boyfriend, basing that everything in you was already consumed a long time ago you present that your orgasm was near.

"Taeyoung." knocks on the door and one failed your heartbeat. It was serim, one of those times in the dorm, hunting precisely for taeyoung who was very busy at that moment

"Shit" taeyoung cursing pulling himself off of you so he can keep erect between your legs. "Yes hyung?"

Taeyoung asked something else, uninterested with whatever the information was and even in the illustrious presence of his leader he just turned his hips against you a few more times. A snarl escaped your mouth, but you was prevented from passing with your own hand to the slap, you were close to your limit already your breath was holding already desperate because Taeyoung couldn't even contain the fuck for about five minutes.

"We need you out here" Serim wouldn't come in, he never did that kind of thing even before taeyoung became a full adult so it wasn't the concern, the problem was taeyoung's expression closing when he realized he would have had to stop what he was doing to attend to his hyungs right then and there.

"Now?" Taeyoung snorted, sulky, indignant and stopped moving against his hip, no longer in the mood to continue "I'll be out in five minutes"

"Taeyoung,now" were the last words to be said, taeyoung had already fallen for that once, surprise parties weren't the type of cravity no more, but before they invaded his room he just obeyed and went inside you

"We'll talk later" muttered taeyong as he got up to get ready to leave

Stopping a fuck in the middle and being okay with it were different situations, far from making sense with each other and despite the fact that Taeyoung was a perfect disguise, you could feel his eyes burning into you every now and then, taking your concentration away from the generic conversation you had with Hyeongjun. Everyone there acted like complete idiots, after all by the extremely subtle way of serim when arriving, you knew well that many sneak through the doors and walls of that place, taeyoung is not subtle in the way of showing that you belong to him.

It wasn't a big deal, it was enough to wait and as expected after the congratulations, everyone ate and left little by little, for their tasks, in the room there were some who decided to watch a movie, even if against their will you knew that they would not be left alone if by chance refused to join them, aka Taeyong's dormmates..

you shared a big sofa, all comfortable. Did you pay attention to what was on television, lying in a shell with Taeyoung. Hyeongjun he was lying on one side, minhee on the other, both sleeping soundly, as expected, given the time they wouldn't last even half an hour in that.

you could hear their deep breathing snoring. Taeyoung ,you didn't know well, you were too inert and he was quiet, like someone about to do something wrong.

and as expected taeyoung wasn't going to leave that story of ending up not having cum before they destroyed his fun, even if you were ok with it, this wasn't his case.

He was very subtle, you were tightly hugging, he pulled you close a few times, rubbing himself ,smiling when he noticed how stupid you were to the point of not realizing it, unless he had his hand inside your clothes actually .

You shivered nervously, it wasn't like you to take chances like that and then you looked at Taeyoung over your shoulder. He looked at you as if defying you to say something and as soon as you just turned them back he agreed that it was his ticket to do what he intended to do. He pulled down your clothes, under the blanket you help him, your eyes now and then went to hyeongjun who was right beside you and returned to the television, trying to look as natural as possible.

Pulling his dick out Taeyoung felt that he was becoming very good at controlling these situations. the considerable times where he dangerously fucked you inside the dorm and other places had already become countless, and he knew that being time consuming, messy would get him nowhere , so he just intended to do what he needed to do early on.

He wedged his cock between your legs and then began to thrust, using your thighs as a stimulator as he rubbed his cock against you.

You whimpered, checked hyeongjun and curled up, lifting the blanket a little higher. As for Minhee on the other side? You had no way of knowing, taeyoung didn't seem to care either, you just trusted that he wasn't awake and wasn't awake.

Gradually the heat began to rise, humid, the typical drunken sensation, you felt your body tense every time you felt his glans drag through your clit, with the urgency to feel relieved. Taeyoung was a little desperate, holding you tight. that could all seem very wrong, but you couldn't help feeling the biggest wave of pleasure corrode your insides, maybe because of the need to reach your climax soon to end it, or because you were practically face to face with the Taeyoung’s dorm roommate.

It was uncontrollable, you moaned low for a mere second, it was like a call of relief, yet not a living soul stirred. And like a monster crawling under the bed, Taeyoung appeared, covering your mouth with his hand.

" Baby, you don't want my hyungs to catch us like that, do you?" He whispered, frighteningly and you shook your head. Shortly after that Taeyoung returned with the sequence against your thighs, the pre cum already starting to accumulate leaving the region a mess. Taeyoung sighed against your ear, he strained like never before, letting out some grunt in the middle of it, but just low enough for you to hear, which clearly could be treated as some kind of punishment.

no need for dialogue, at that point taeyoung fucked your leg at a certain frequency and the sensation began to rise in peaks, your chest rose and fell panting and if by chance the others didn't wake up because of your muffled moans, they could easily because of your uncontrollable breathing. Well, it wasn't your fault, taeyoung didn't seem at all concerned about the possibility of having other people around and even though the sound of the movie was a good muffler, it wasn't as if the whole situation didn't already feel weird in itself.

And as if that wasn't good enough already, Taeyoung took the liberty of being daring by speeding up so blatantly, cursing and snorting against your sensitive ear, showing you how much he's good for you.

it was like a flash of light, you were enjoying it as much as you could when he slowed down and fit your entrance, you didn't even have time to process it, you were thinking when taeyoung entered you, completely, ripping you apart. the moan that came out of your lips made Minhee's body move on the other side, to just go back to sleep, taeyoung once again didn't bother to stop, now he was all inside you he continued with the thrusts.

you press your back against his chest in a need to have some support at that moment, taeyoung no longer cared much about keeping you silent and now the hand slid to your neck, he squeezed it subtly, cutting the air for a few seconds, just so he could sink his hips into yours, thrusting in slow, to feel you almost reach your limit.

“feels good…” you whispered with the strength of your breath and taeyoung smiled as he deposited some stamps on your shoulder, encouraging you to continue. He was already very close to the limit when you started to shake. taeyoung knew it was time and squeezed your neck again, cutting off your breath and you were lost. your hands gripped the blanket so hard you felt like they could rip in your fingers, eyes rolling back and your body a complete mess under taeoyung's hands and commands. you didn't need to hear him say it to know that it wasn't supposed to be a theater and you ended up having the most intense orgasm of your life because of your lack of conditions, the lack of being able to express all your pleasure freely.

Taeyoung didn't stop. The hip remained firm, moving silent , without a sound and with the whole body sweaty and tired he enjoyed the final moments. bringing all hands to your hips, holding you tired, fallen body steady. he fucked you willingly despite the period watching peeking at the amount of shit it could cause only made him more and more excited. mind how it would be if by chance your hyungs woke up and saw him fucking you right next, noticed how much you was finished, filled with him, begging for more with every thrust, telling him how good it felt, and wishing had someone like you to fuck too. thoughts that took him too far, taeyoung would go inside with considerable frequency when he started gushing, spilling himself inside you, just as difficult to keep his breath steady. you moaned low as you felt the hot liquid hit you, fill you, smear you more than before and then your boyfriend stopped in a few thrusts after.

#kpop hard hours #kpop smut #cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours #vity spam time !

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cherrysmokesaconha · 1 month

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Hello, mister! Your art is amazing :D

I say, Mister, knowing I'm older than you, L on my part.

Do you have any song suggestions for a fellow artist, good sir?

Hey!! Also god, i felt happy with u calling me "mister" LOL also thank u!! i appreciate it :]

anyway, i do have some suggestions tho!! let me get the links (i am getting from my playlist, so maybe it won't be the og song, maybe lyrics or smth like that lol)

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1 - Good Times - Marin Hoxha

youtube

I really like this song cuz it amazing!! And it's also kinda relaxing, maybe you will like it.

2 - End of Loyalty - The Aviators

youtube

Yes, i am aware that this is a MLP/My Little Pony fansong, but ignoring that, i think this is awesome for angst/backstory animatics/animations!! I think it fits well (and also the song slaps ngl). I'm pretty sure u don't like MLP, so u can ignore this if that's the case lol

3 - Never Too Late - Three Days Grace

youtube

I LOVE AND LIVE FOR THIS ONE!!! I like to imagine animatics with this one, specially reunion angst and stuff (hope this makes sense) and it's also my comfort song!! I like to sing this when i am sad, it helps me a bit :]

4 - Tune Up - Raver's Fantasy

youtube

I personally think this one is cool for edits and stuff!! It's catchy :]

5 - Spare Hearts - Exit Mouse

youtube

I've met this song because of Catghost, and it's just perfect. Also good for angst animatics :]

6 - Hollywood Undead - SCAVA

youtube

I absolutely love this song. I don't imagine animatics or arts with this song, but i like to vibe to this. I heard this in a MLP Speedpaint (it was g//re btw) and i never forgot it. It's amazing :}

And ofc, my favorite one (apparently this wasn't on my playlist <//3 what a CRIME)

7 - Spinning Sea - SSLYBY

youtube

I personally like to imagine 2trenchcoat animatics with this song, despite being so short. And it's really relaxing, i love singing this :]

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That's all! Hope u like some of those songs, my dear anon <3 (or maybe not like it)

#cherry talks

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anonymousredactedconfessions · 2 months

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@ 🤠🐸

yall rly just are not getting what i had said in my original ask at all. like none of yall understand.

first of all, i can complain about it. thats what i did. i complained about it. let me explain this in a way that can make sense as to why im so upset about it.

imagine that regularly, every month for 2-3 years, you are given a piece of candy. now all of a sudden, youre being forced to pay for the candy. why do you have to pay for the candy? its always been free before so why now? it cant be because of a financial crisis, because the person supplying you has a steady income and makes more money than you have or probably will see in your whole life. i think its pretty fucking fair to be upset about it.

i dont expect it to change, i dont expect anyone to do anything about it. i dont expect everyone to understand, but god fucking damn it, i have grown up having even basic human fucking needs deprived of me because money is stupid and evil and yeah, yanno what, i think im entitled to being a little upset when yet Another Thing is being taken from me because i cant afford to give a rich white man money. no its not serious, i get that. but i dont know why me voicing that im upset about something automatically makes me childish and immature and apparently, according to past responses, a fucking loser who has no friends.

idk man. money is the root of all evil or whatever and i hate paying for art in general because its stupid that anyone even has the need to charge money for art or slap any kind of monetary value on it. i get that it sounds like im whining, but the way that i look at it, this kind of feeling for me runs a lot deeper than “i cant have my favorite content bc it costs money”

its very much a “its stupid that anyone should have to pay for these kinds of things because art shouldnt be monetized period but we live in a world where its Needed and that pisses me the fuck off because I HATE MONEYYYYYY I HATE ITTTTTT “ kind of thing lmao

like yall know how everyone is mad at streaming services for making you pay more for less shit when it used to be included in what you get??? its the same kind of vibe for me. why would i ever pay money for something that was free for half its existence or whatever lmao

idk i dont think anyone will really understand unless you grew up the way i did. its cool. its whatever. just maybe dont fucking attack me for complaining about financial situations/the ridiculous roundabout ways i have to go about getting shit that used to be free.

im not even mad about Erik himself being the one to do it. im mad that anyone does it. you should not force anyone to pay for shit that used to be free. shit should not cost more after time goes on. because none of it makes any fucking sense and money is stupid and grrrrrer whateverrrrrrr whateverrrrr it doesnt mattererrrrrrrr (thx to mod priest for putting up with all this btw love u dude, ur a pillar in this community truly and u see some of the worst shit that this fandom says and big props to you. i wont be commenting on this any further just for your sake tbh. much love, thank you for everything you do dude)

-⚡️🩸

(thanks ⚡🩸 anon 🥺. Thats very sweet of you ❤️ love u too dude)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #confessions #the priest speaks

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blackbird-brewster · 4 months

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for the prompts i would love 146 elle/JJ in your writing (because i love it so much) of you'd like to do it :)

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! This one got away from me slightly. Cross posted on AO3. People can [Send Me Prompts] via my ask box.

146: “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

Ship: JJ/Elle || Rated: E || WC: 1400

It had been a long case already, five days with no leads, and tempers were beginning to flare. Gideon had a nasty habit of taking out his frustrations on Elle and since slapping the smug look off her superior's face wasn't really an option, she needed to come up with some other form of stress relief before she lost it completely and did something she'd regret.

When she was at home, Elle often masturbated to let off steam, it always helped clear her head. The issue was, she was currently sharing a hotel room with JJ, which wasn't out of the ordinary when they were the only two female agents in the field, but for some reason this particular instance of bunking up together had Elle's mind wandering.

The stress of the case had her feeling pent-up, so it wasn't surprising she was contemplating getting herself off to try and ease her frustration. What was surprising, however, was how easy it was for Elle to imagine JJ helping her out. How easy it was for her to imagine JJ naked, imagine JJ underneath her, both of them working to make the other climax...

Elle glanced toward the bathroom, listening to make sure the shower was still running. If she wanted to try and get herself off before JJ finished in the bathroom, she had to act quickly.

She tentatively slid her hand under the covers, massaging her palm over the fabric of her shorts. The gentle pressure on her clit ignited her body with desperation, glancing to the bathroom again, she moved her hand into her underwear, clapping her other over her mouth to stifle the quiet moan that fell from her lips as she ran her fingers through her arousal.

In any other situation, Elle would be embarrassed by how wet she was from just the very idea of JJ naked, but she wasn't going to waste time unpacking that right now, she had much more pressing matters on her mind.

She circled her clit with slicked fingertips, her hips pushing up into her own touch, while imagining her hand was JJ's instead. With that mental image, she slid one finger into her cunt, unable to hide the low grunt that accompanied the action, she frantically glanced across the room, unnecessarily worried JJ might have heard her, even over the noise of the shower and through a closed door. She realised she was being paranoid and relaxed again into her own touch.

Her free hand moved under her top, moving up to her breast to massage it and tweak her nipple as she added a second finger to her pussy. Elle could feel her stress fading away with each pump of her fingers, but she knew she couldn't get off this easily. The quickest way for her to orgasm usually involved her favourite vibrator, but that wasn't really something she brought on cases in her go-bag. In lieu of that, she rolled to her stomach, writhing in pleasure as her fingers pushed deeper with the new angle.

Elle closed her eyes and could clearly see herself on hands and knees while JJ fucked her. It was a startling fantasy, given the fact Elle was always quite dominate in the bedroom, she thrived off the control, the high of having someone submit to her was unlike any other pleasure. Yet, here she was dreaming of JJ taking her control away, dreaming about JJ making Elle beg for mercy as she fucked her senseless.

The idea of showing any type of vulnerability to others made Elle flinch, so the idea of baring her soul during sex effectively wiped the fantasy from her mind altogether. She tried not to let it ruin the moment, quickly starting up a steady rhythm with her fingers to get herself closer to climax before JJ finished her shower.

JJ in the shower. That was a safe thing to imagine, well, safe in the sense Elle could focus on it mindlessly without running the risk of being forced to confront some subconscious fear about letting people in, letting people see her for who she really was....

Shit.Focus. JJ in the shower...

Elle pushed away any thoughts other than JJ's naked body in the shower. Elle had always been a sucker for a blonde; she could mentally paint the picture of JJ's long hair clinging to her shoulders, the water trailing down her toned abs, her muscular legs, and, god, her tight ass.

The imagery made Elle's cunt drip, cum covered her fingers as she plunged them harder into herself. Her other hand pinched her nipple at the same time, causing a dizzying combination of pleasure and pain. She buried her face in the pillow, biting down hard to quiet her moans, she knew she was teetering on the edge now, almost there, she just needed a bit more --

"Elle?!" JJ gasped.

Elle was rocketed out of her daydream, freezing completely on the bed, face still buried in the pillows to try and hide the crimson heat creeping up her face.

"Were you just....masturbating?" JJ asked with a hint of intrigue from the doorway of the bathroom.

Reid once explained the impossibility of spontaneous human combustion, and at the time of that conversation, Elle didn't think much of it, other than to be passively grateful it was one less item on her ongoing list of horrible ways to die -- but now, as she laid there with her hand three fingers deep in her own cunt, after her, not only, good friend, but her co-worker, caught her in the act, Elle was really wishing the universe would see fit to make an exception to physics and allow her to spontaneously burst into flames.

Maybe if she stayed still, she could ignore JJ and just play like she was asleep. It beat actually having to explain herself, so Elle didn't even risk removing her hand, she just stayed silently unmoving, and to her surprise, JJ seemed to fall for it, because next thing Elle heard was JJ getting into her bed and turning out the light.

Only then did Elle finally readjust so she wasn't face down in her pillow. She wiped her hand on the sheet and tried to get comfortable, well, physically comfortable, at least, there was no way she could be mentally comfortable after what just happened.

The room stilled, both women in their separate beds, the dark surrounding them, but suddenly, Elle's ears picked up on something, some electric hum, or rather, a buzzing. It was hard to place, she figured it must just be the air conditioner unit, but then she heard almost a whimper from JJ's side of the room and Elle realised what she was hearing was a vibrator.

"Uh, JJ?" Elle nervously whispered into the dark.

JJ's tone was low and expectant, "Yes, Elle?"

"Are you...," Elle couldn't get the rest of her question out, but she really didn't need to. She could hear everything and now that her eyes were adjusting in the dark she could see the shape of JJ, laying on her bed, back arched, hand between her legs.

JJ turned her head to smile at the other women, not that Elle could see JJ's expression, but she smiled all the same. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted me to help you get off, but since you didn't reply, I had to take care of myself."

Elle's mouth went dry at the thought and all she could reply with was a very strained. "Oh?"

"Stop acting like this isn't going to happen, Agent Greenaway," JJ rasped. "Come over here and help a girl out, won't you?"

Elle climbed out of bed and went to JJ's, now able to see that JJ already had her shirt off, her perfect breasts on full display. Being caught had been the equivocal of an icy shower, but Elle's desire instantly returned as JJ brought her down into a kiss. In the same movement, JJ guided one of Elle's hands down to the vibrator between her thighs, releasing her own grip so that Elle could take over from there.

"Elle?"

"Hm?" Elle mumbled between kisses.

"Elle," JJ repeated.

Elle shot awake in confusion, JJ was sitting on the edge of her own bed, staring at Elle in amusement. "I was only in the shower for ten minutes and you already fell asleep?"

Elle's hand was under the covers, stilled in her shorts, she quickly adjusted herself as she tried to get her bearings. "Oh, I uh..."

"You must be really beat. At least it sounded like you were having a nice dream," JJ gave her a knowing wink, "Well, you sure were making a lot of noise."

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ruporas · 1 year

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hi!! it's the anon with massive brainrot that spammed 3 fat asks at once <3

i'm so so so happy that u responded to all my ramblings so earnestly. and in DEPTH. that last rant u had about the nature of vashwood and how they view each other and their insecurities and all that... it took me forever to read cuz i kept stopping to just Sit and Think About It

but u also asked about that spotlight metaphor i mentioned and. it's bad lmfao

i was actually thinking about in 98 trigun where wolfwood takes a very permanent vacation. i'd remembered a kind of spotlight effect on him during that scene, and looking it up just now i realize it was cuz one of the church windows cast this warm square of light over him

so my memory was slightly off- i'd thought it was more of an actual spotlight- but i lost my mind when i thought you might've been referencing it for some reason. i didn't wanna bring it up tho cuz i figured i was wrong, and evidently i was lol

anywho, YAY LOST PAGE RECOVERY! kind of honored that i accidentally dug it up

bound to want still reads surprisingly smooth despite the fact it was missing a whole page tho. i never would've known if you didnt say anything. ETERNALLY happy i have it now, of course- it's beautiful and i adore the composition <3 it speaks so strongly to the atmosphere and what's going on

side note: would it be ok if i messaged u to talk about vashwood more? cuz i can Seriously ramble nonstop but i feel like im annoying your other followers lol (it's like i have everyone cuffed to desks as i aggressively slap a whiteboard with bound to want pasted on it)

i just. want to praise your work so Bad. i notice so many little things and it gets swept under the rug so much cuz an anon ask can only get so obnoxious haha.

but yeah! thanks sm for bein so amazing. i hope school goes well for you so u can thrive with vashwood this summer <3

(also i SAW that tag about bonus content. i Saw it. i'm Thinking about it)

OHHHHHH I understand what you mean by that though! It makes sense to me to presume that considering the confetti notes haha, but yeah, just one reference to his permanent vacation and it's in the confetti!!

BUT WAH, thank you so much again for your kind kind words!!! Yes, feel free to message me whenever, I always welcome it. It'll definitely take me some time to respond because life and I also like to sit down with a response and have the proper coherency to respond with my full attention and stuff. It's an honor to hear about detail analysis about my work so!!! I welcome it, thank you so so much!!!

#asks #i personally dont mind asks like these... it's my blog so im gripping on these lengthy analytic asks with my full hands #im very thankful! i love rambling asks. one of the best points about tumblr will always be the length at which the #they* allow ppl to ramble... like me in these goddamn tags....#BUT YAY YEAH!!! once summer comes ill either dry up like a prune into art block or go even more insane into trigun / vashwood lmfao...#more likely the latter its been 3 months and im still not over this series.... crazy to me still...#BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN !!!! ^___^

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severuna · 1 year

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do u have any ship biases???

OOC. I have a couple mini essays I saved on a doc for this precise question so thank you for asking, anon! I will first put the short list above the cut and underneath will be the long explanations.

The essays for the latter two pairings are quick write-ups with less time spent (I literally just wrote them) to really delve into the depths of the pairing but I hope it still makes some sense.

Selena x Leo (my true bias and otp for this entire franchise)

Inigo/Laslow x Severa/Selena (the runner up)

Kaze x Selena

Niles x Selena

Leo x Selena

Leo and Selena are quite similar in that they feel inferior to a family member and go opposite paths from them to reduce comparisons and have a chance at making names for themselves. They both work really hard to keep themselves on top and are striving for acknowledgement and affection/love they lack or are not given (Leo about Xander and Selena about her mother, Cordelia, in terms of the person they compare themselves to/feel in the shadow of).

Their supports have them playing a game of risk (taking over countries on the map), and it begins with Selena having just gotten into it and fresh off a win. Leo inquires about it and then asks her to play, which she loses badly. Afterwards, Selena continues to challenge him unendingly and continues to lose. When she finally beats him, she revels in her victory and refuses to play him again, except this time, Leo is not having that and runs after her.

Throughout the support, Selena shows respect to him despite her frustration at constantly losing and their competition is wholesome in a way—they see each other as capable rivals and are always working to best each other in a supportive way, even though Leo is most likely younger than her. That respect between them is moving to me, especially since Severa would normally feel incredibly insecure over losing someone who possesses such skill at a younger age; I think this shows both maturity on her part and acceptance of Leo’s skill in that she knows that he really worked for what he has and doesn’t feel her own efforts are invalidated.

The way Leo smiles when she finally gets her victory against him is so soft and happy like—he definitely was happy for her and that was the first thing he thought of rather than the shame or disappointment of losing.

For people like them, losing is like a slap in the face at times, maybe worse in that losing could set off a negative spiral of thinking and loss of self-esteem and confidence. To see Leo genuinely proud of Selena for her victory instead of reflecting on his loss immediately is good content. Furthermore, when Selena starts doubting the validity of her win at the game, Leo is super quick to reassure her that she won with her own skills and merit—he knows she is good at what she does and he doesn't waste a second to make sure she knows it. That response was almost automatic—and it likely contained words he would want someone to tell him if he were in her shoes, for someone to say that ‘yes, it was your skill and effort that got you this far’.

Then there's also the little mention of Leo having noticed all the games Selena made others play with her to practice different strategies in preparation for beating him too. He wouldn't likely notice that effort if he wasn't looking out for her to a degree.

Their S-support is what gets me. Leo confesses his admiration and love for her, and when she doesn't fully understand him and gets insecure about the phrasing, he goes out of his way to rephrase his feelings in a way she would understand and feel comforted by without question. They both are quick to shoot down compliments because they do not feel like they are accurate descriptions of themselves or that what they did isn’t enough to deserve the compliment. But here, they can accept the compliments because they both know how genuine they are coming from the other person—if they’re saying these words so directly, then it must be true and/or genuine.

Bonus points:

Leo looks to be the right height to give Selena forehead kisses, and Selena would be a blushing mess if he did that. I find that to be very adorable.

Selena would be a very supportive mother to Forrest and his love of fashion.

I like their little family a lot!! Selena could help Leo better understand where Forrest is coming from and help bridge the gap between them much nicer than other parents.

Little competitions around birthdays to see who can give the other the ‘best/better’ present.

Other thoughts that can play into their dynamic:

For how mature Leo feels/presents himself as, I typically forget he is supposed to be younger than Corrin and boy does it make me sad because honestly, all of those siblings were forced to grow up/discard innocence beyond their years just to survive.

Linking this back to Awakening kids and them facing the literal end of the world, forced to mature and grow for survival's sake... more shared, similar traumas to connect over and build a deeper relationship over anyone?

The literal fell dragon destroying the world and the Nohrian siblings having some semblance of a "dark" dragon's blood running through their veins? Fear of that dragon being anything like Grima--what might happen if the royals can take forms like Corrin and lose their minds?

Birthright chapter 26, if Laslow dies— more shared trauma and grief over losing someone they deeply loved

Camilla catching onto their little relationship and secretly being supportive about it (why would she not be happy seeing her little brother and her lovely retainer truly getting along?), maybe setting them up on a few occasions

In short, Leo and Selena have the dynamic of being friends and lovers, which promotes a more healthy relationship overall in my book.

Inigo x Severa

I’m in love with IniSev because in both games, their paired endings detail that they both supported each other and they achieved their dreams together. No other paired ending for Sev has this blatant note of her achieving what she intends to do either in references to their ending in Fates. Also, I adore how openly supportive Severa is towards Inigo. No other endings really indicate that level of adoration and drive to make her partner happy.

AWAKENING

JP: It’s said that Inigo decided to make everyone smile, and so traveled around to the people of every region, resolving their troubles. While Selena expressed her dissatisfaction of working for free, she also went with him, helping making his dream a reality.

ENG: Inigo traveled the world, ever ready with a smile or a solution when trouble started to brew. Severa was a vocal opponent of working for free, but she stayed with Inigo and helped him realize his dream.

FATES

JP: Husband Laslow disappeared from records. It’s said that his dances were left as a foundation for the dancers that came after him, and had the power to fill the spirits of those who saw them. Wife Selena also disappeared from records. She worked hard to make everything she did a reality, and was called a “true genius” by those who came after her.

ENG: Laslow vanished after the war, but he inspired generations of dancers and rallied the spirits of many. Selena also disappeared from public record, although she was often referenced in folktales.

A quote from their Fates support (I forgot if this was the JP script or localized)

“………… I-I… love you… too… I have since we first met… And until the end… no matter where we go… I’ll love you.”

since we first met

The only person she ever says this to is Laslow, you know. Even better because that bracelet was basically a representative of Inigo holding onto his feelings until Sev was ready to accept them. Like, even if he flirted with/complimented other girls, he still had that bracelet on his person at probably every second and was essentially waiting for her to be ready to be with him. I mean, how sweet is that?!

Also, in the JP supports with her and Laslow, she only stares at him for a long period of time within that B rank one. Going off the fact she does and has liked him from the beginning, if she even tried to flirt with him, Selena would probably die on the spot. She probably can’t flirt.

BIG NOTE but in the JP supports, there is zero (0) mention of Inigo/Laslow flirting with other girls in his S-ranks with Severa/Luna! That’s telling because that is still present in his other supports (ex. Lucina and F!Robin). Devotion to his one and only–! I have no idea why they added that part for Sev when it wasn’t there in the original.

This pair is more of a destiny/fate and soulmate sort of vibe if you ask me. Like they're the other halves to each other and despite everything thrown at them that prevents them from pursuing each other, they love each other and cannot feel whole without the other one there.

Kaze x Selena

This pairing is wholesomeness to the max.

Kaze sees Selena as a charming woman from the start despite her initial intentions to snuff out his temperament and intentions. He can easily decipher motives from others and it’s obvious when Selena first approaches him as he quickly calls her out for her judgmental stares. It took him barely any time to catch on to her battle expertise and put together her battle-heavy childhood and mysterious homeland, which unnerves her immensely. Yet, he doesn’t pry for details and rather shifts the mood with reassurance of her character and offers allyship. Although he does try to ask about it later on, it’s out of a place wanting to know if she would stay. His calmer demeanor breaks when he pleads with her to not leave because he loves her—the moon reference in the S-support is so romantically implicit I can’t help but think it’s cute. The way he calls the moon beautiful and how Selena is someone associated with the moon (even more so with her JP alias Luna)—gosh my heart!

Selena is a fiery person and typically driven by emotions to which Kaze easily can help anchor her. His calm demeanor can be a source of comfort, support, and a rational center, as Selena wouldn’t feel the need to be nearly as tense around Kaze. I feel she would end up relaxing unconsciously. She knows a genuinely kind and decent person when she meets one, and that can easily result in Selena being less harsh with him overall. In short, I believe Selena would be much softer to him compared to most others in the Fates world, as much as she’d want to keep her distance due to knowing she had plans to leave after the war.

While they both are insecure with themselves (Kaze with appearances and a poor view of himself and Selena with her deep inferiority complex she is working to get over), I can see Selena making up the difference with overly confident words to pick both of them up. Her always boasting about how good she is could be a tactic to chase away inferiority and reaffirm her own value, something she would apply with Kaze when he starts expressing how he isn’t that great of a person because of what he sees as failure—a stern talk from Selena would likely help him re-center and pick himself up. She knows how self-beratement can affect someone mentally, and Kaze would likely be one of the last people she’d want to have to deal with that because, to her and many others, he is much better than he thinks he is.

They might not be entirely friends or in the middle of being allies and friends, but I can definitely see them warming up to each other in a romantic way over time.

It’s essentially a journey of slowly falling in love with someone because of how good they are and realizing how much it hurts you when they're sad and in pain—you want to see them happy and see their smiles. That’s the dynamic I envision for these two.

Niles x Selena

In their supports, Niles is tracking Selena as she does her routines and he would sometimes pop up out of nowhere to share his judgments with her, with Selena eventually earning his mark of approval and temporary trust and allyship. It’s only after more observation that he ends up loving her and wanting to stay by her side, going so far as to immediately say he’ll go with her when Selena says she has to leave. I think the important part of these supports is how Niles basically becomes familiar with Selena’s daily habits and mannerisms and how she carries herself becomes appealing over time.

The biggest thing for me with these two is how they would value and treasure the presence of the other person. Home, for this pairing, is each other. They feel that home is only truly home if the other is with them. I can see them valuing the smaller displays of affection, really making each moment mean something and hold it close to their hearts because they don’t know what tomorrow will bring. They both struggle to handle important people leaving, and this plays considerably in how they make it clear to each other that they will not leave.

They might get under each other’s skin at times, especially during the early days and also because of Selena not being used to Niles’ approach to flattery, but there’s still a layer of care and concern for each other. They’re both lonely people who can’t openly share their pain and resort to using language to hide it, and they both understand that based on the conduct they witness from each other. Even though Niles is absolutely the type to lay on the suggestive language and excessively fluster and rile people up, part of me thinks that he would still be quite delicate and genuine with his partner because they would earn the right to see past his defense. Eventually, Selena would be able to see past his suggestiveness too and decipher the intended meaning (AKA why he is getting defensive, as this language of his is used to drive people away).

Plus, how Niles doesn’t hesitate to go with Selena when she says she has to return home absolutely got me. Selena has become the place he considers home, and considering that Selena doesn’t have a home she could feasibly return to (original timeline is destroyed and the one she saved isn’t exactly the same—and the Awakening trio used the special orb to transport themselves to Nohr), she could very well find more comfort in considering home the person she chose to share her life with. With Niles, I can see her turning to look towards her future and savoring the present instead of longing for the past and things she left behind. I kind of think that Niles wouldn’t allow her to brood on those things for too long anyhow (maybe due to a selfish desire of wanting her to only think about him).

Although there is a major aspect of Niles’ character that may put a wrench into relationship development and that would be his sadism. There’s moral connotations to be considerate of here, and it wouldn’t be easy to accept for the average person. Relationship development would take a lot of time, and it might not really turn out well if the wrong buttons are pressed for either of them—making this pair more of a circumstance dependent consideration that very much relies on how they handle each other in the early conversations.

I think this dynamic can be summarized as being aware of each others' wounds and pain and doing what they can to patch those voids with the presence and understanding the other person brings. It's a journey of healing together that may end up in romance if it goes well.

Other thoughts

Selena gently caressing the area around his eyepatch if he tells her about what’s behind it for an intimate and vulnerable moment

I swear Selena would be visibly more affectionate (in the physical sense) with Niles compared to other partners; I feel like touch would be a major part of their love language (compared to others where words take more precedence)

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atopvisenyashill · 2 days

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hi! i'm the anon who asked for ur aegon and carl analysis. carl's one of my favs in the show and i find aegon an interesting character and most of that has to do with his relationship with alicent! basically thank u sm for taking the time to share ur thoughts! there's actually this one scene between carl and lori in early s2 that i found was similar (or will likely be in s2 of hotd) to aemond and alicent. it's lori being terrified of carl becoming cold (saying he'd also shoot sophia instead of having a normal response to what he's just had to see) i think alicent becomes scared of aemond once she sees he has no remorse for what he's done (killing luke, hurting rhaenyra, starting the full blown-out war) and it'll especially hurt her to reconcile who he is now with the child she loved and defended years before.

thank you for your thoughts!!

and YEAH i was actually thinking of that specific scene between lori & carl in season 2 as well - you can tell lori is disturbed and unsure of what to do but then the entire problem clearly slips from her mind as she’s got shane’s increasingly unhinged behavior to deal with, rick’s own behavior to deal with, and then the issue of not having food or shelter for most of her pregnancy. it’s possible she even thinks maybe carl is feeling better - we see in the opening of season 3 where carl finds dog food and brings it first to his mother to eat. he’s still a sweet, conscientious child who knows his mother needs nutrients and dog food IS packed full of the proteins and vegetables she needs - only for rick to angrily slap it out of their hands and carl to retreat from the situation. i think lori figures that this means carl is “fixed” but a) you can’t fix problems with empathy that easy b) carl not wanting to confront his father makes complete sense c) we don’t know how much (if anything) she’s been told of carl’s involvement with shane’s death OR with dale’s death, which are both weighing on carl heavily. it’s also like,,,, how do you even broach this topic when you never have privacy and you are NOT a child psychologist and have no access to anyone who would understand or help?

then, before lori can ever really figure out how to deal with the problem, her water is breaking and judith is coming out the wrong way and lori has no control over whether carl is the one to kill her or not. i get why maggie lets him do it but i don’t think it was the right decision here (not that maggie even knows what carl is struggling with, and maggie has her own mental health problems going on too) because it clearly has a negative effect on carl’s psyche. i mean this is a trauma he brings up after the prison burns, several seasons and like a full year later.

what’s great about carl is he seems to realize that he has been emotionally neglected by the adults around him - when he’s screaming at rick during season 4 i believe it is (honestly that entire arc post prison but pre terminus where everyone is just missing each other is the best stretch of the series to me, and carl/rick/michonne’s two parter is fantastic, best episodes in the series) he says that rick can’t do anything, rick failed to protect everyone, all of this is rick’s fault. and while there’s a lot of factors carl is purposefully glossing over, i think rick going from his level headed, soft spoken, gentle father to this monster of a man who gets physical with his family & murders uncle shane to the complete insane ghost hearing things makes carl feel god awful. it’s not to say hershel isn’t an excellent guardian but carl doesn’t want an excellent guardian he wants his father. so when all that resentment finally bubbles over when rick is injured and potentially dying, it allows carl the space he needs to a) relearn some fucking boundaries & empathy & emotional maturity and b) explain & understand the problems he and his father have been having connecting.

whereas with aemond, with aegon….they don’t have that clear eyed sight that the people responsible for their emotional dysfunction isn’t rhaenyra, or jace, it’s viserys, it’s otto, it’s (unfortunately, accidentally) alicent. and alicent….like okay i get SO MAD when people say lori wasn’t a good mom or a good wife because i think lori is handed just the worst hand of cards imaginable, and reacts imperfectly, but is trying at the end of the day and then dies before she can fix the problem. i don’t think she’s a bad wife or mother anymore than i think rick is a bad husband or father, they are just imperfect people in a horrific & violent world trying their best to survive it. i think they were ill suited as a couple, and in a normal world they could have just gotten a divorce and been excellent co parents but then rick gets shot and an apocalypse happens and there’s bigger issues than their failing marriage going on lmao. So i don’t want to come in hot being like “ALICENT IS A BAD MOTHER AND WIFE” because a) idc that she’s a bad wife lmao, viserys is a shit husband in both canons too and b) i mean….idk she IS a bad mother in many respects but some of it isn’t her fault and some of it is stuff that is a societal problem and some of it - like lori’s faults - are a human and overblown fear response to a scary situation, or irrational but internally consistent reactions to unique situations. not all or even most of it is her fault.

HOWEVER. i mean it’s right there - lori’s horror at carl saying he would shoot sophia vs alicent telling aegon he can slap aemond around at home if he likes. lori, as a woman in the modern day, recognizes that carl is having a very worrying trauma response to the unending hell of horror he’s been living through and tries, on her deathbed, to remind carl that there is goodness and sweetness inside of him but that it could disappear if he doesn’t nurture it. carl takes this advice to heart, despite his initial backslide. alicent, in a wildly different situation born into a culture that excuses and celebrates the strong harming the weak, just waves off the dangerous warning signs of her children until they’ve escalated in a way she doesn’t understand and can’t rationalize. i think if aegon throws a big party for aemond’s murder of lucerys - seems likely from the snippets we’ve gotten - THIS is her lori moment, her realization that her children don’t value life the way they should. but this realization is coming a decade too late. so while carl’s problems can be fixed much easier, aemond’s and aegon’s can’t and now she’s stuck with these two monsters for children that she just handed unlimited power to and has no idea how she fixes this unfixable situation. it would be like if hershel didn’t say anything about carl killing that kid, so carl got worse and worse until alexandria when someone FINALLY realizes what’s going on. but at that point, it’s all been learned again and again and it’s a lot harder to break the habit.

anyways YEAH i do expect alicent to have a similar story to lori’s motherhood story in season 2 - realizing you’ve done something wrong when it comes to the mental health of your child but not having the tools or language or time to fix the issue. the thing is for alicent, she doesn’t get to die and eject herself from the story, from the consequences; she is stuck watching this cycle repeat itself, watching her children eat themselves alive, until their memory swallows her whole.

#i….love lori akskdjd sorry.#i love almost all the walking dead characters i’m so attached to them i wish the show didn’t get so fucking stupid post terminus.#asks #anons

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touyaz · 3 years

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All your fics in progress are so genius what the fuck how are u so creative and talented and what the fuck

I was just born this talented thank you <3

#if i cant think of an idea i usually turn to spinthewheel(dot)com lmfao. i slap in characters im in the mood to write for #then put in au's/ tropes i wanna try #then smut/dark if i dont know which way i wanna take smth #if it lands on smut i might do it again w diff kinks. it usually helps give me some plot bc then i imagine the character doing that &#why they would be in that situation in the first place #if that makes sense fjsnxka #otherwise the idea just comes to me. like n.aoya & forced marriage is p common but they're usually darkfics and not fleshed out & i wanna #give him some redemption & i wanna write more h/c so i think abt scenes that will progress/impact his & reader's relationship #s.ukuna gives me mob boss vibes if in a modern au but again i wanna write more h/c so i thought abt how he could meet reader etc #but yeah. spinthewheel is my lifesavour lmao makes the decisions for me & its a good challenge #also just looking at prompts lists help & there are loads on tumblr. my recent bo fic was based on a prompt but i forgot where i saw it #but yEAH. hopefully this makes sense if u wanted a real answer vdjdnsk #thank u tho!!! glad you like the ideas even if i never end up putting them out <3 #anon #*lifesaver not lifesavour :/#comeback tag

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snowstark · 3 years

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I watched the Hobbits before LOTR, I think they sorta spoiled me cuz I ended up LOVING the hobbits and am meh about LOTR

SCREAMS UNACCEPTABLE

#ask #anon #lotr is the oG what are u saying 😔😔#(i’m jk KSKSK)#honestly i liked the hobbit but like lotr 🥺 is my fav and always will be #i think thorin kept getting on my nerves for the hobbit movies even tho like don’t get me wrong i love him sm #but i wanted to slap some sense into his thick head #also tHank u for sending this ask in!!#i need more hobbit/lotr friends 😔

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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stepbro george smut 🤤 if u could do hard dom george with fem reader?

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Title: 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒

Warnings: NSFW! (Minors DNI), coarse language, sub reader, hard dom, stepcest, degrading, teasing, masturbation, slapping, voyeurism, (unedited)

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: You and George are left alone at home which causes you to become bored and restless, you then bother George with your boredom.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: I'll try to write this the best I can, I don't rlly know how to write hard dom george but I'll try! Thank you for the request <3

* Let me know if there are any warnings or any other things to change !!

Welcome 🧝🏽‍♀️ anon btw!

*My emojis updates since I took that photo so now the emoji looks different

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Your eyes shifted to stare at your stepbrother George, you then quickly glanced away when he looked over at you. You heard him scoff a bit before he walked away, the heat rose to your cheeks and made you blush. You were sitting on the couch watching the TV and zoning out but stopped when you heard your parents at the door "We're leaving to stay at your aunts for the weekend! George is in charge of the house!" you had barely caught on to what they were saying as they had just suddenly left.

"George?" you called out to him just as your parents had left "yeah, what?" he came down the stairs "Why're our parents leaving?" you asked "didn't you listen to them? They're staying over with our aunt" George rolled his eyes at you "No yeah- I got that, but why?" you turned around on the couch so you two were now face to face "They left because you were annoying them too much" George snickered "Hey! That's mean- Why're they really leaving??" you got up from the couch.

George shrugged and started walking off "Don't be an asshole!" you crossed your arms and pouted "An asshole? Me? Never! I'm one of the kindest guys you'll ever meet, and I know you won't meet many but that's not the point" he teased you "HEY! What's that supposed to mean?" you followed him up the stairs "What? I'm just saying the truth!" George slipped into his bedroom and tried to get away from you, you groaned as he shut the door on you and went into your own room.

'George is an idiot, he keeps teasing me' you thought to yourself as you laid down on the bed, you tossed around in your sheets as you were becoming restless and bored. "I'm so BORED" you groaned out in boredom, your hands pulling at your face in agony "ughhhhh" you made random noises to try and satisfy your boredom "Hey- do you mind not being annoying?" George opened your door "I'm so bored though!" you exclaimed "Yeah well go and do something then, stop bothering me about it!" George went to slam your door but you stopped him "Why don't you hang out with me or something??" you suggested.

"Because you're just my dumb little sister" George walked off "C'mon! We can play a game or something!" you were desperately trying to satisfy your boredom "Why don't you just go on your phone like a normal person?" George left you alone once again. You slumped down onto the floor and held your head in your hands "Why's he always gotta be so difficult?" you huffed in annoyance, you take your phone out and decide to bother George over the internet.

You called him a bunch of times until he picked up "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU WANT??" he screamed into the phone "I'm bored! Why don't you just hang out with meeeee?" you asked "because then you'll just complain the whole time!" George hung up but you repeatedly kept calling him "I'm literally so close to blocking you!" George sighed "We could play one of your video games??" you smiled as you thought he might finally agree to do something with you "I am not gonna let you touch my shit, just go touch yourself or something, I don't fucking know" he hung up again.

You blushed at his suggestion 'Touch myself? I can't believe he suggested that! He's a gross pervert!' you thought to yourself but your hand was ironically already subtly making its way down between your legs. His suggestion couldn't hurt and it was an easy way to pass sometime and cure your boredom, you had to be quiet though, George's room was literally right next to yours and you'd be embarrassed to hell if he heard you.

You pulled down your pants so they were hanging around your thighs and then you proceeded to rub yourself down there, you moaned quietly but then had to quickly shut yourself up. You leaned over on the bed and positioned yourself so your face was buried in the blankets and your fingers were rubbing at your sore clit, you were huffing and puffing into the sheets.

Your fingers slipped inside and you let out a small gasp, you moved your other hand to cover your mouth. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to releasing, your orgasm already approaching hastily, you didn't know that anyone was there watching you until you heard a clear coughing noise "Having fun?" you blushed all over. You slowly moved your hands and looked up at George "h-hey.." you gulped nervously, you stupid girl- why didn't you lock the door?!

"That looked fun, why'd you stop?" He crossed his arms over and looked down at you "B- Because you're watching me.." you whispered "If you didn't want my attention then you should've been more quiet. Fucking yourself right next to my bedroom? Naughty girl" George smirked "I- I-.." You tried to speak up but he didn't let you "Keep going" He ordered you. You meekly listened and started to touch yourself again "There's no use in hiding your voice, our parents are gone and I'm already here" George told you.

You let out a choked moan, you glanced away from George as his eyes were on you "Didn't know my sister was such a whore.. Getting off because I told you to, aren't you?" George teased, you nodded shyly "I knew it. Are you thinking about me while you do it?" He leaned in closer to breath hot hair onto your ear. You shiver from his warm breath "m- maybe.." you answer him "maybe isn't good enough, doll" George crawls on top of you and pins you to the bed.

You pull your hand away from your crotch and you try to back up a bit "Are you tryna run away? Just let me know now if you want me to leave" George gave you a way to back out but you rejected it "Fine with me, c'mere.." He leaned in and kissed your lips. You kissed him back gently, you were still half stunned that your stepbrother was here doing this to you. You pulled away quickly "G-George! You're my stepbrother!" you exclaimed "Yeah, you just realize that now?" George laughed and pulled you back in again.

"Come on, don't use me like this, you don't even like me!" you pushed him away "Who says I don't like you? I might tease you and you might annoy me but that's just regular sibling things, right?" George had a point "Is that all you think of me? Your sister?" he shakes his head "During the day I do, but at night-" He didn't finish his sentence as he captured your lips in another kiss.

You closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands running through his hair as you two kiss. George pulled away for a bit of air and then started to roughly kiss at your neck "fuck.." you gasped "D- don't leave any marks!" you warned him "And if I do? Just put some makeup on" George bit down on your neck "ah!" you moaned from his little actions.

"Did you stretch yourself earlier?" George started to unbuckle his belt, you nodded and opened your legs to show your aching hole "You're such a slutty sister.." George bit his lip as he zipped down his pants and positioned himself at your entrance, he slowly slid in and you let out a loud groan "ahhhhh fuckkkkk.." you threw your head back.

He grunted as he started to thrust inside of you, his cock felt huge inside of you, the tip of his dick was hitting every part inside of you and it felt amazing! You held onto his arms and dug your nails into his shoulders "S-shit!" you swallowed down another moan "Damn, you gonna cum already?" George teased you. He started to buck his hips even faster, his free hand was bruising your hip while the other one was clamped around your neck and holding your head up to look at him.

"Cum for me, cum for your fucking stepbrother" he slapped you across the face which left a tingle on your skin. You came just after he had slapped you, your pussy clenched around him and he groaned loudly "oh fuck-" he didn't mean to but he ended up cumming inside of you after you had an orgasm. You laid down on the bed and tried to catch your breath, George sighed and left the room to grab a washcloth.

He started to clean your insides, his hand sliding inside of you just to clean the cum out "Ow!" you winced "Sorry Y/n.." he whispered "What're you being so nice to me now for?" you asked "I'm your brother, I can still be nice and an annoying dickhead" he smiled up at you. "What'd you slap me for by the way? Now my cheek hurts.." you whined "to knock some sense into you" George joked around "asshole."

#tw stepcest #🧝🏽‍♀️ anon #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt x reader #dsmp smut #dream smp smut #mcyt smut #c!georgenotfound smut #c!george smut #georgenotfound smut #gnf smut

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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i read your nsfw xiao imagines and they made my brain go @/:$&-$:&/):)/) if you don’t mind could you write a fem reader imagine where xiao enters the reader’s dreams and then finds out she’s dreaming of the two of them going at it thank u so so much

featuring: xiao x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw: 18+ only, dream invasion, slightly sub!xiao, afab reader

published: august 4, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: BAHA thanks anon, i’m glad my writing could melt your noggin

your body tossed and turned as your head rested on xiao’s lap, your eyes shut tightly and brows furrowed, clearly in a deep slumber. your lover looked down at you with concern, smoothing your hair away from your face gently.

was it the cold?, xiao wondered, as he pulled your coat higher up on your shoulders. he made sure you had brought along the jacket when you asked him to take you up into the mountains, since the high elevation made the temperatures drop steeply.

you writhed in his embrace again, small noises emitting from your wordless breaths. a slight sheen of sweat began to form on your brow, as your legs crossed and uncrossed underneath you.

“xiao…”, you mumbled in your sleep, much to your lover’s surprise. “so… good…”

xiao sat above you, confused. you must be having some odd dream, he figured. such a human tendency—it had been centuries since xiao had a dream that didnt descend into horrific, torturous nightmares.

xiao debated entering your consciousness to see what you could possibly be dreaming about. he was somewhat ashamed at his own curiosity, desperately wanting to know what you could possibly be visualizing that it made you audibly speak out xiao’s name while still asleep. yet he told himself, it was in your best interest—if something went awry, and your dream slipped into a nightmare, he could save you, like he always did.

giving in, xiao channeled his spiritual energy, focusing in on the mind and consciousness of your sleeping body lying in his lap. focusing his mind, xiao tried to tune in his spirit with your eyes, tried to see what you see. when he opened his eyes, he was back in your house, in your bedroom.

he saw you, and himself (or rather, the image of himself your mind had created) splayed across your large bed. you were straddled over xiao’s narrow hips, grinding against him like there was no tomorrow.

xiao could feel his cheeks flush incredibly hot even though he wasn’t even in his physical body. how could you be capable of having such a dirty dream? he was baffled that this would be the type of fantasy that filled your mind and got you going. his hand slapped to his mouth subconsciously, trying to hide his presence from you and the version of himself you were currently riding.

your bedroom was filled with the aggressive creaking of the bed, as you sat atop xiao, skin to skin, with his dick buried deep inside of you. moans, largely from xiao, punctured the air, sounds of “harder” and “please, please, please” as he gripped your thighs. tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his brow furrowing with intense pleasure as you sheathed yourself repeatedly onto him.

your hand reached up to caress xiao’s cheek gently as you pounded onto him even harder, his moans increasing in pitch. “fuck, you’re so good”, you exhaled, feeling that xiao beneath you was edging closer to his orgasm. “you’re doing so good for me, angel.”

xiao watched this scene, barely noticing the blood in his unconscious body rushing towards his nether region. you were so hot when you were on top. seeing himself pliable beneath you, being served and treated like a precious toy turned him on more than he could possibly describe.

the xiao in your dream began to wail out your name even louder—“ggh, [y/n]! [y/n], i can’t… i think i’m gonna..hnn! ahh!!”—as his hips began thrashing with abandon. with a last few hard thrusts onto him, you had made him cum all over your thighs and all over the lower half of his body.

xiao stood there in disbelief, as the scene before him began to swirl, becoming blurry and misted before he woke up again, suddenly back in the grassy plains of the mountains, with your head in his lap.

you stirred beneath him, and a hand reached up to rub your eye as consciousness flooded your senses once more.

“xiao?”, you grumbled groggily, sleep still slurring your voice. “you okay, babe?”

xiao realized that his face was still incredibly hot from what his mind had just witnessed, and he scrambled to turn his face away from your gaze.

“yeah”, he mumbled tersely, trying to hide both his flushed cheeks and arousal in his pants from you. “i’m totally fine.”

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #xiao #xiao thirst #xiao smut #xiao x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao imagine

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