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beatificwrites · 9 months

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TYPICAL DATE NIGHT WITH HOBIE ★

an: a lil sumn sumn with hobie

gender-neutral!reader & no use of y/n

content: cheesy bc i say so, some silly cuteness, heated make-out sesh

You heard continuous light taps coming from your bedroom window. You recognized the sounds as pebbles being thrown and instantly, you knew it was him. Glee began to overflow your entire being as you hurriedly bookmarked the page you were on and dropped the book you were reading.

You practically jumped off your bed and rushed over to open your window. Your eyes drifted downward and landed on Hobie’s figure that was currently in a humanly-impossible position against your apartment’s brick wall. His feet seemed glued to the wall while he balanced himself vertically off of it.

He was always random with the stunts he’d pull since he disliked consistency and loved finding different ways to surprise you. You playfully rolled your eyes at him in disbelief, not being able to fully grasp the fact that your boyfriend was quite literally defying gravity; a perk of being spiderpunk.

“Hey, babe, got somethin’ I wanna play for you!” he shouted.

You watched as he effortlessly whipped out his guitar from behind as if he wasn’t 40 feet off the ground.

“shoot!” you shouted back.

With zero hesitation, Hobie powerfully struck the chords once before playing an impressive guitar riff, just for you. His gifted fingers ran up and down the chords, allowing the guitar to produce the electrifying, melodic sound you loved so much. He was nothing short of a virtuoso, so cool, you thought.

“What’d you think?” Hobie asked, not needing your approval, though he’d appreciate it very much.

“It was awesome!! I loved it, baby.” you gushed with clasped hands.

“Good.” was all he said, then he shot a web at the edge of your window to yank himself up and kiss your lips.

The soft embrace of his lips was all you needed to feel warm and at peace again. Life outside of your relationship was tiring and hectic, but the precious moments you shared with him calmed the storm.

“Come in!” you beckoned, after pulling away.

“Ma pleasure.” he said before tucking his guitar behind him and climbing in through your window.

“So, I got a couple of movie ideas…we down for rom-coms or slashers tonight?” you asked as grabbed the dvds.

“I think we exhausted all the slasher films known to man, love. I could go for some ‘13 going on 30’ right about now.” he threw himself on your bed.

Your mouth slightly fell agape, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“What? A man can’t switch it up every now and then?” his brows furrowed.

“He can, but every time I put on ‘13 going on 30’ you fall asleep half way through!” you lightly smacked his side as you laid down next to him.

“I’m not the same person I was last week, hell, I ain’t even the same man I was two seconds ago! I’m a changed man.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, cut the crap! You do not wanna watch it with me.” you claimed incredulously.

“Like I said, I’m a changed man.” he told you in a half-serious manner.

“You’re so stupid.” you rolled your eyes again, then you both laughed it off.

“No, but I do wanna see it with you, babe. I can’t handle another modern horror film, it’s all just uncalled for gore and porn; no substance whatsoever. It’s bollucks.” he shook his head disapprovingly.

“I’m sayinggg!” you agreed, remembering how dreadful the last horror flick you saw was.

“Wait, before we watch, can we make pizza like last time?” he asked hopefully.

“Sure, why not?” you got up and tossed the slasher dvds to the side and placed ‘13 going on 30’ next to the dvd station.

Hobie hated ordering pizza. Not because he was too shy to order, that’s why apps exist. Moreover, he hated ordering pizza because the anarchist in him preferred baking pizza at home instead of supporting the cooperate companies that prepared the same pizza.

He’d physically cringe and his face would contort into disgust whenever you’d suggest delivery instead because you were too lazy to bake. “I’ll do it by myself then!” he’d groan.

That is how the first three hours of your date night with Hobie is spent; attempting to bake spidey shaped pizzas with the clash playing in the background, throwing sauce at each other’s faces, eating said pizzas while watching 13 going on 30, teasing Hobie for shredding a tear at the wedding scene, Hobie teasing you for sobbing after that scene, you two cuddling at the end while being wrapped up in your largest blanket, and you rewarding him a kiss because finishing rom-coms with him gives you the best feeling ever. It’s the rom-com glow.

You’ll usually suggest another film or perhaps a show to binge watch, and you two immerse yourselves in that for about another three hours. Sweet whispers are exchanged from time to time and Hobie’s dispersed kisses across your neck make a feature.

“You’re really cute when you look all focused.” he said out of the blue.

You hadn’t realized he had been admiring your face for a while now, or that his focus was shifting elsewhere.

“This is reality tv! There’s lots of drama to keep up with.” you reasoned without turning to look at him.

“Look at me.” he simply said.

“Amanda’s just about to find out her husband’s having an affair!” you quickly tapped him, trying not to lose concentration from the screen. Without warning, the show was suddenly muted.

��Hey, why’d you-

“Com’ere.” he gently grabbed your chin and hushed you with his lips.

You kissed him back, then pulled away asking, “what?”

“I don’ know. Just felt a huge urge to kiss you.” he admitted as his mouth curved into a smile.

“Oh. Well, I have no problem Mr. suspense-ruiner, as long as you continue to do it.” you cupped his face, forgot all about the tv and brought him in for another smooch.

He rubbed one hand on your hip. You two were laying side by side, but his slow, gentle touch made you want to change that.

The hand rubbing on your hip made its way up to your shoulders and down again, in yet another slow, teasing manner. He caressed the side of your body, then let his hand slide dangerously down onto your rump. He gave it soft squeeze and you hummed; his touch aroused the growing swarm of excitement in your abdomen.

You swung a leg over his torso and he was able to smooth his hand over your thigh. He’d run his hand up and down, his gentle caressing becoming a bit more firm. The feel of your bodies pressing against each other made this moment all the more enticing. Neither of you could get enough. With every hum or whimper you’d allow to escape, Hobie could feel himself twitch.

You extended your hand and lightly rubbed his shoulder. After a moment, your hand dropped to his bicep and began to grope the defined muscle. Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath and you both would only chuckle while looking at each other.

Hobie kept his hands on you as you took the initiative to straddle his waist. His hands shifted to your hips and he gave you a reassuring look before saying, “Absolutely no pressure, love. We go as far as your comfortable with.”

You appreciated how he reassured you every time to ensure that you were comfortable. He made you feel seen and at ease. Definitely one of the most refreshing parts of your companionship with him.

“Mhm, of course.” you nodded.

“I love you, sweetheart.” he professed with hooded eyes.

“I love you too.”

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mggsv · 5 months

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ONCE A MONTH

gn!reader x neuvillette (18+) | not proof read

summary : When the hydro dragon’s in heat and need to lay his seed..what better option than you?

warnings : breeding kink, mentions of “heat” (THIS IS NOT a/o/b.) slight!sub Neuvillette, oral (m receiving), virgin!neuvillette, loss of virginity

“Are you positive that you want to do this?”

“Yes..of course.” You look down at the contract nervously. You felt your mouth run dry, looking over the words you glanced at three times before, and your signature at the bottom. It wasn’t normal for this thing to happen- not in Fontaine. You guessed it was different with Neuvillette, since he’s the Hydro dragon. It was only right that he had something like that going on with himself. You hand him back the paper before smiling softly. His expression was hard to read but you saw his small grip on the paper as he filed it. “I’ve never done this with anyone else before.” Neuvillette’s cheeks were a small shade of red. “Is that alright as well? It’s not stated on the paper-“

“It’s..alright sir.” you smile. “As long as a get to help.”

“I’ll see you in a week, then.”

“Yes, of course.”

Never in a million years did you expect to sign your freedom away to be the fuck toy of Neuvillette himself once a month. After all, it is an opportunity of a lifetime.

“Is it too big to fit?” you stared at Neuvillette’s naked frame. His broad shoulders, neck coated in sweat as his hair flowed down his back, the hydro symbol on his lower stomach.He panted heavily, lips parted as he stared at how much you leaked from your hole..perfect little hole he couldn’t wait to destroy. thoughts clouded his mind, his eyes covered in a slight gray haze as he clenched his hands, obviously holding back from taking you right there.

Your mouth hung open as well, the length that hung between his legs bother heavy and leaking. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t warn you first..” he goes to apologize, shaking hands reaching out towards you. “Perhaps we should have prepped more-“ he rushes out, “No- no Neuvillette it’s okay!” You sit up from the silk sheets and motion him forward. He’s in front of you in an instant. Your hands crept up his thighs, beginning to kiss the girth on his lengthy cock. He moans softly, throwing his head back. You felt your ears warm..here you are, sucking the cock of the chief justice of Fontaine, and being the very first to do so. “You’re..perfect as always.” Your tongue dances around the skin, moaning softly as you felt his nervous hand place up top your head.

“You feel- good. Better than pillows…” The groan that left his lips went straight down to your sex, throbbing for him, waiting for him….it belonged to him now after all. “Ah~ yes..y-yes right there please..” He was a mess. His red face warned you of what was to come- why you were here in the first place. Taking care of Neuvillette’s heat. It was unheard of, but he was different in some way after all, he needed to lay his little dragon seed..who would say no to that? You stroked the rest of his cock your mouth couldn’t reach. Neuvillette was a mess. “oh..oh god-!” He whined, hips instinctively moving to thrust into your mouth. You look up at him, hands in your lap while he fucked your throat to reach his orgasm. “I..I can’t hold it in..I-“ He chokes out a moan, holding your head on his angry cock while coating your mouth.

Every drop tasted like heaven. Neuvi looks down at you, face flushed as he let go of your hair, panicking. “Y/N- Im very sorry I don’t know what took over me.” He wipes off the corner of your mouth. Shaking your head you stand, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You’re perfectly fine..” your thigh brushes up against his cock, still hard. “And we aren’t done.”

Neuvillette slept comfortably, you could tell. The bed sank slightly along with your body while stood there, mouth agape at the sight of your wet sex open for him. Your head laid on one of his pillows, ass in the air. His hand hesitantly touched your soft skin, his thumb pulling at one of your cheeks to expose your hole just a bit more… “May I?” Neuvi asks. You hum softly in response.

“I..I cannot hold it in anymore.” Neuvillette’s voice grows heavier, feeling his thick cock against your thigh. “I want to fill you with my seed, and although I cannot reproduce with your species, I would’ve loved to see your stomach full and round with it.” He presses up against your hole, groaning as he slowly started to enter you. Inch by inch causing you to moan aloud, hole tightening around him. “Thank you, for taking me.”

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silent-browser · 1 year

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Conspiracy theorist: *standing infront of a large board full of unexplained phenomena and red string* "so you see aliens DO exist and they ARE out to GET US and I'M. NOT. CRAZY!"

Alien in disguise: "mhmm mhmm. I see your point but have you maybe considered that if aliens were roaming this planet they might just be looking for a cutie human to settle down with and spend their grislo- I mean "end of their days" with? And even then, what can truly be considered alien? Anything from space? If that were the case then technically the photons that come from your center star are alien but your planet and people rely on them for life function. Maybe it means that not all alien things are bad?"

Conspiracy theorist: "You're so naive and sweet Hun but unfortunately thats not very likely because *goes of into another nerdy ramble/ tirade*

Alien in disguise: *sigh but affectionately and kinda wondering how they are gonna tell them*

#i stopped charging my phone for this #monster fucker #alien reader #alien reader x UFO conspiracy theorist #but they dont know #x reader #monster reader #i wrote it out and now i think it could probably go either way #could be reader conspiracy theorist #or reader could just be an omnipotent pressence #watching as two nerds fall head over heels over and over again #monster x reader #alien x reader #gender neutral character #gender neutral pronouns

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cannontranscharacteroftheday · 5 months

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Trans Character of the Day

Chaos from Hades who is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns!

#chaos #hades game #hades supergiant #hades #trans character #transgender #canon trans character #trans characters #trans character of the day #they/them #gender neutral #gender neutral character

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voidcat · 7 months

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– the moon will sing

characters: astarion, human bard mc (gn pronouns used)

notes & genre: slight angst, implied future mcd & hinted immortal/mortal relationship. the mc is originally my dnd character but there is no specific description of name, appearance or past (save for the family crest, implied nobility) so you can pretend this is x tav or x reader. lowkey inspired by a the crane wives song.

it takes a moment to look back, like a step taken a tad too late; not enough to create a great distance but one enough to make one stumble on the ground.

in the small yet grand distance, astarion watches as cheers and joy fill the air once more, mimicking those nights before, in taverns, under the stars, all spent celebrating, rejoicing with glory and gratitude; all heroic feats and gestures he does not care to– nor wish to understand.

another adventure comes to an end, one step closer to the end, the destination, the next step of the rest of their lives until they find themselves at a crossroads.

one part of astarion cannot wait for that day to come, the one that wishes to escape, to avoid the burning rays of sunlight that only intensify each passing minute, each day he finds himself stuck deeper than he already has, struggling more and more to break those ties which are yet to be formed and binding completely.

better to rip the sticky, bloody bandages off than to take it easy– just suck up the pain that comes with a loss of recent constants in his life, and grow into his newly lonely routine of not depending on anyone.

all good logic, all bright ideas, astarion finds himself giving the little-him in his mind a pat on the back; only for the idea to come to halt, the unspoken words stuck in his throat as you turn in your spot, meters, meters away from him, spot his distant figure with those eyes and send a warm smile his way.

maybe this is another plan that has already failed before he could realize, astarion begins to wonder, oh he is so, so fucked– especially when all it takes now is a smile, a genuine one that reaches your eyes and shines warm like the sun, for him to be rendered speechless and immobile.

your smile falters for a second when you don't receive the usual astarion treatment, be it a wink, a charming smile or an all-knowing smirk decorating his smug face with a raised eyebrow that seems to say "cannot keep your eyes off me, can you now darling?"

one step taken a tad too late but astarion is never one to stumble over his feet, so with a roll of eyes and smirk returning to his lips, he tilts his head to the side in a questioning manner– to which, you reply by raising the bottle you've been holding, as if to say "hey, this time the wine is not that bad actually."

seeing him nod, and with too many people surrounding and asking for your attention, you find yourself having to divert your eyes away from him, as the people seem to chant for something from you, most likely another round of recounting your latest heroic victory, astarion thinks.

soon the sound of strings vibrating fills the air with faint first few notes of music.

of course, a celebration is not complete until there is music, no matter what time of the day it is or how tired everyone is. drunkards, raspy voices and dry throats all join together, offering back vocals to the lucky bard of the night– or the day; with how busy the hours have been passing, astarion realizes he is at a loss of time.

another glance stolen at you, and the light surrounding you like a halo certainly does not help his case.

golden, like the branches of your family crest, it is no wonder the moon shines bright above everyone, reflecting off the light you provide; brightening the world for all to see, to walk, breathe, make it all easier to live.

he spots shadowheart by some trees, enjoying her drink alone, gale and wyll speaking with people, probably giving them some answers they so desperately needed. his eyes roam the grounds and find each member of their little group, all too endorsed in whatever it is they are doing; yet one thing in common– a sense of relief, rejoice, change; the traces of especially the latter is out in the open for careful eyes, or just eyes who have seen and known them long enough.

he wonders for a moment if the same can be said for him, but he knows better, that it has already happened.

the sound of music gets louder and soon suppresses the irregular chatter spread around.

the tune sounding too familiar, astarion makes the mistake of looking at the source and being blinded as a result.

because, of course it would be you with your adorable little lute, clapped on the back by everyone 'just one song, then, o'mighty bard, please!' and never one to miss such moments, you would go up in your imaginary stage and pick the one song you were sure to draw his attention, as if you don't do that enough with your presence already.

your eyes already locked on him, you do your little trick where you pretend your attention is divided equally, as if your eyes are roaming the crowd, committing every face you see to your memory when your sole focus is on him, as he is drawn to you.

astarion knows, it is utterly foolish and even a little dangerous of him to think like this, but he fears what is to come by the end of your noble and enthralling series of journeys, when your effect on him has been this grand already.

not a fun thought to entertain, certainly not at a joyous time such as this one, were it not for your current occupation, he is positive you'd have walked all the way back to him to give him a good smack on the arm, or maybe a fisk on his forehead, or a knock on his skull along with a scolding to inform he got quite the thick skull if he is sulking like this at a time like that.

is it the fear of what has become of him, or what is to come when too much time passes, he is uncertain. but it must be another way of gods' mocking him, and cursing you perhaps– of all those faces and races, why did it have to be a human, that selfish part of him hisses. all those elves in the bloodline and you just had to be fully human, didn't you? giving him a taste of heaven, only for it to be cut short.

it was supposed to be moths with short lifespans, the cycle of the moon; not the sun, with all its grace and sanctity.

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 ‘𝗢𝟯 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙀 [STUCK IN WALL + SWEAT]

this was a bit delayed sorry >:( this is a bit more tame really (update maybe not).

warnings ;; groping, stuck in wall ish (more like underneath a log really, sweat, somewhat knife play, humilation ish, possible mild language, (this is just a roleplay scenario), dubious consent, hints at CNC etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

It’s quiet, unnaturally so, aside from the accompaniment of cicadas and crickets. Your friends, if he could call them that at this point, had just managed to escape the realm albeit with heavy wounds in doing so.

Dead leaves crunch underneath the heels of his leather boots, he crouches lowly in front of you, tilting his head in something akin to fake sympathy. It wasn’t usual for him to stumble across a plaything, stuck in the undergrowth and bushes, wedged from the waist upwards between rotting planks and water-logged soil. Not exactly the most ideal of situations, he’ll admit.

You’d made some sort of attempt to haul yourself, signalled by the thick dirt caking the underneath of your fingernails, as well as the sweat coating your brow and clothing. Wearily, at his presence, you glance up at him, grimacing at the strain on your neck.

“Looks like someone has gone and got themselves a little bit stuck. Would you, uh, like some assistance there, toots?”

Face down, you let out a small huff. Defiant. He could work with that.

Tutting, he playfully twirls his knife between gloved fingertips.

“Is that a no, then?”

You seemingly go to form the words silently, lips pursing in a just about pronunciation (or a potential retort) to turn him down. Embarrassed. Yet, surprisingly you respond with a soft, ‘Please.’

Defeat was a good look on you.

“C’mon, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Ask and you shall receive; your wish is my command.”

As you visibly slump further into the dirt (most likely in both relief and exhaustion), he sets his camera, flashing red, on a nearby tree stump and stands up, bringing himself to full height, heading around to the other side. It’s clear you’ve been stuck there for some time (or rather, left behind), most notably by the torn clothing, drenched in sweat and the slivers of flesh peeking through the worn seams.

It’s a shame you were unaware of the smile on his lips, underneath his mask, grinning like the cat who caught the cream.

Grasping around your calves, securely, he tugs harshly, jerking you backwards - and ultimately, wedging you further in, now pinned face down from your upper back. You wince in the process though, grunting at the force, most likely being left with one or two splinters.

Muffled by the undergrowth, he can barely catch your words, managing to piece together a, “Did it work?”

Snickering quietly, he finishes off, carefully drawing his blade across the fraying edges of your jeans, cutting away through the belt hoops and into the threading of the back pockets.

(It sure did).

You’re wriggling much more now, the heels of worn trainers digging into wet soil, trying to gain some leverage to ease yourself from the dry rot. Or maybe, you’re uncomfortable at the lack of a response. Either one is understandable, he muses.

“Hello? Are you still there- What did you do? You, you said you were going to help me-”

“And, I am helping. Y’know patience is a virtue, toots.”

Gloved hands trail across the exposed skin, groping at it. Instinctively.

“Hiding this away? That’s a bit of a shame really; you’re awfully soft down here. Easy on the eyes,” it’s nothing but a whisper now, hints of mirth present - he hasn’t finished playing with you yet. So naive. He digs his fingertips into the fat of your thighs, stroking up and down leisurely.

“Stop. Please, I don’t-”

But, the plea goes unheard, blatantly, and he carries on the conversation, purposefully oblivious to your growing unease.

“You see, I had a dream similar to this. This exact situation, toots. Little ‘ole you trapped by your own stupidity. Maybe the Entity, with the whole eldritch shtick going on, might’ve granted me a little blessing. What do you think? And, it’s no real fun if only one of us is consenting, no? Might as well cut me some slack and make it a bit easier; but then again, I love when you play hard to get. So mean, aren’t you? Now, first things first, call me Danny.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober with qtipcottonbuds #dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #ghostface #DBD #DBD Ghostface #dbd smut #jed olsen #danny johnson #gender neutral character #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #ghostface x reader #ghostface x gender neutral reader #ghostface x male reader #ghostface x female reader

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mygalaxypoetry · 1 year

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Sagau with Creator but...

Tw: None, I don't think so

Note: Idea popped at night so, I may or may not remember this :)). I also haven't watched season 6 so please don't attack me :(

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You honestly didn't know how you got to Teyvat in the first place. You just went to bed after playing Genshin Impact and watching season 6 of My Hero Academia and now here you are...

At the exact same location you spawned in since AR1...

"Sh#t, do I have to start over?" You cursed, getting up and dusting of the sand.

Thank God you still had some decent clothes on, ain't no way your going through this world in yo PJ'S.

You do what any player would do and go through the tutorial part of the game. Running, getting waypoint, climbing, etc.

The slime didn't attack you, surprisingly, but you shrugged it of because it did spawn quite late.

You appreciated the scenery of Mondstat from afar before going to the first Statue of the Seven, swimming over the small body of water.

Your hand made contact with the statue and as always at the start, the anemo powers came to your body.

"..."

"Wait a minute, where's my weapon?"

You felt your pockets, nothing. You tried summoning it, raising your hand and thinking about it, also nothing.

'... Crap'

It took you sometime to finally find your stats and...

You didn't have a weapon, just a pair of gloves and a costume. [Could be your OC'S Hero suite or just a made up one]

Sighing from disappointment and contemplating your life choices, you put on the gloves and suit.

'How the Hell am I gonna survive with some basic shi-'

Something hits your leg. Out of pure instinct, you kicked whatever hit you onto the other side. It turned to dust before your very eyes.

"... what the fuck was that..." you asked yourself as more slimes started spawning.

You kicked, punched and elbow jabbed all of them. They all turned to dust supposedly from one attack.

You looked at your hand and it seemed to have green electric sparkles around it.

'... is this One for All?'

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #creator au #self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #gender neutral character #my hero academia

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thewritersaddictions · 4 months

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Drabble: The Adults- New Years Kiss

Eddie Munson

The music filters through the speakers at the Hideout. Eddie promised to be with you for the New Year celebration, but then he got a call from the hideout manager. "Come with me to the hideout, and I'll be off the stage before they drop the ball in New York." Eddie had asked you. You mumbled it over in his arms. "Fine, Eds, but you better be right here when you're done." You told him. It's not til later when you crammed into his van with the others and all their musical instruments.

Their set goes perfectly with a large crowd surrounding the front of the stage. You sit at the bar drinking the horrible Christmas drink Hideout had added to their holiday menu. The speakers around the bar bring life to Eddie and his guitar. You watch him proudly as you keep your eye on your watch. The closer it gets to 12am, the antsy you get. Wanting him back in your arms, wanting that cigarette and pine smell back in your senses.

You're scared out of your wits when two large, sweaty hands come to grab at your waist. "See, I promised I'd be back with you before the end of the year." He says with a huff of his chest. He's surrounding you in the best way. His hair sticks up in odd places from the sweat on his forehead, and his hand is gripping your hip hard, but you don't care about the bruises. It will be left behind. "You did good." You tell him, and he bows, thanking you. "Come here, baby." He turns you in a flash, gently cups your cheek, and his thumb rubs over your bottom lip. "I never got my kiss for good luck." He says quietly. "You don't need it anymore." You tell him, Eddie shakes his head. "I still want it, baby." He tells you softly and pulls you to meet his warm and chapped lips. The kiss is a short one, one of the other bandmates coming over, pulling you both out of the wonderful little world you've both created.

Nancy Wheeler

You're climbing in through her window. Trying to get a private minute with Nancy with her parents and brother is hard sometimes, so Nancy almost always leaves her window unlocked for you to come in. She gasps and puts a hand over her heart. "Shit, Y/n, you scared me!" Nancy tells you, you wink at her. "I'm sorry, baby." You tease as you shut the window to keep the cold wind from getting in. "You could have called, you know," Nancy tells you, trying her best to keep a serious face.

"I could have, but what would have happened if your mother answered the phone?" You ask her; she rolls her eyes and pats the spot next to her on her bed. "So, are you here to give me a New Year kiss?" "Don't spoil it, baby." You answer her? The loud footsteps of Nancy's father echo through the house, and then a knock on her door. "Honey, we're doing fireworks if you wanna come down?" Her father says, "I'm okay, Dad. I'm tired anyway." There's a hum on the other side of the door. "Tired huh?" You say, smirking over at her.

With that, you grab at her hips and pull her into your lap. "Come here, baby." Nancy wraps her arms around your neck, and your hands land on her hips to keep her close. "You smell so good." You wiggle your brows at her. "Well, thank you. I always wanna smell good for my girl." You whisper to Nancy as you lean up to catch her lips. The kiss is long and sweet. No gnashing of teeth; instead, the taste of strawberry invades your senses.

Argyle

The van is filled with smoke from the weed you've both been smokin'. Neither of you are concerned with what's happening outside the small van. It had yet to start off like this. Argyle wanted to take you out to dinner, but everything was either packed or closed, so you both settled on gas station food and a good blunt or two.

Lovers Lake isn't crowded by any means. Most people are with their families or friends celebrating the end of the year and the start of the new one. You'd rather be here, though, with Argyle. Rather be in his lap, sharing a blunt between you. Instead, You'd feel his hand on your hip as he takes a long drag from the blunt and pulls you close to shotgun with him. How close his lips would be to yours, how all of his fills your senses. You let your breath go as you take the blunt from his nimble but long fingers. His eyes never stray from your frame. He watches you like a hawk, waiting for his prey to escape its underground hole.

The blunt wet from Argyle's lips wrapping around it, you take a drag and then hold it. Wanting to feel the full effect. "Come here, honey." Your voice echoes through the van. You lean forward, resting your hand on the van's inner shell. "Come here and give me a kiss." Argyle's voice is wrapped in a thickness you swear you've never heard before. You do as he asks, leaning forward, lips pressing together as smoke fills the space. "So pretty, baby." He says, and you can hear your heartbeat pulse a little faster as you kiss. "Happy New Year, baby," Argyle says to you. "That was three days ago, baby." he shrugs his shoulder and presses his lips back into yours, cutting off your giggle.

Billy Hargrove

During the Christmas holiday, you have received just a few gifts from your boyfriend. The best out of the batch was the tickets to a New Year's Eve concert. You had nearly jumped into his arms when you saw the tickets in the box. "Holy shit!" You shouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his chapped lips. The ride in Billy's Camaro is a long one to the big city of Indianapolis.

You brought a suitcase full of clothes, not knowing what to wear to this concert. You had an idea of who was there, but Billy wasn't forthcoming with that information. The two of you got a motel not far from the arena. Billy even said he had given the both of you an extra day. "I just wanna treat you good, is all," Billy muttered as he pulled you into the motel bed.

The next day goes by in a blur. It isn't until the following day that you know that you've gotta make the best of the clothes you packed and get ready for the concert. "Come on, Y/n, we've gotta go before we are late for parking." Billy's voice echoes through the motel walls. When the car is parked, and the two of you walk hand in hand toward the entrance, you catch glimpses of what you are walking into. "Billy?" Your voice is small in the vast area. He hums, "You're the absolute best." You say truthfully as you pull him into your side and kiss his cheek. "Keep tellin' me that, baby, because this is your New Year gift." You get into your seats. "Well?" Billy looks over at you, "What?" "Don't I get a kiss on New Year's Eve?" He rolls his eyes but grabs you softly by your throat and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

Jonathan Byers

"Really?" He questions you as he continues to unwrap the Christmas present. You were supposed to do Christmas six days ago, but you're now at the Byers house, the day before the new year starts. "But they cost so much," Jonathan says matter-of-factly; you just shrug your shoulders. "Maybe, but you like takin' pictures, so I thought, why not. Do you not like it?" Concerned you got the wrong gift. Jonathan starts to shake his head, telling you your gift idea was good. "No, I love it, sweetheart." He tells you to put the box on the coffee table and reach over to give you a kiss on your cheek.

You exchange more presents. Having gotten some for everyone. Including Will, Mrs.Byers, and Hopper because he is also there more often nowadays. Mrs.Byers can't help but give you multiplied hugs during the night as a thanks for for coming over because, in her words, the gifts, but Jonathan seems better off now that you guys are together. The countdown starts, and before you know it the lot of you are counting down from five.

You don't catch Mrs.Byers grabbing the camera as Jonathan leans in, grabbing at your sides gently before whispering against your lips, "Three," "Two," and then "One." At one, his lips are on yours. Tasting of dinner and drink you had before you all sat down for the countdown to the new year. You don't catch the blinding light of the camera as Mrs.Byers snaps a shot of the both of you. Kissing, falling in love in one picture. She hands the film to you when you both release each other's hold. "Here you go." Mrs.Byers says warmly before setting the camera back on the coffee table.

Robin Buckley

The party is small, but it's got just enough people to make the event a little too hectic for Robin. The only reason she's there is because of Y/n. She brings such beauty that Robin can't help but follow her into the party. Only a few girls are sitting there painting their toes together, talking about the horror stories of the boys at Hawkins High. Yet all Robin can think about is Y/n. Sitting so close to her that their knees are bumping into each other. Y/n isn't adding anything to the conversation, nor is Robin, so Robin's conversation tries to have a conversation with her. "You're quiet; everything alright?" Robin asks Y/n, and when she looks over her shoulder at Robin, Robin swears her heart stops dead in beats.

"Is it that obvious?" Y/n asks Robin. "What do you mean?" Robin asks, "I'm only here because they invited you." Y/n clarifies, oh, like a slap to her face. Robin takes a moment to react to the words that have reached her ears. Y/n is there because of her, and Robin is only there because of Y/n. "Well, can I tell you a secret," Robin says, whispering. Y/n nods. "I'm here because of you, too." There's a light blush on Y/N's cheeks.

Robin and Y/n are unaware of the countdown in the background. Girls giggling together as they whoop and holler together. Instead, they are so wrapped up in each other. Robins's hands pull Y/n close by her hips and Y/n icy cold hands are pressed firmly into each side of Robins's cheeks. "I have to say this is a best new year I've had in a while." Robin squeaks out before Y/n shuts Robin up with a life-bringing kiss.

Steve Harrington

His parents were only ever home for a few days during the holidays. They had insisted on Steve bringing you to their New Year's Party. His mother was so excited when she learned that her son was finally dating again. She said Steve had been spending too much time with those kids. This party isn't really a party for young adults. It's meant for his father and mother to keep up with their appearances in Hawkins and get a more extensive social network.

So Steve pulled you away. His hand on your lower back towards his bedroom. A red solo cup filled with something of a mix, something that his father had no clue he was drinking. Steve shuts the bedroom gently to keep the sound of the light music out. "Are your parents always like that?" Y/n asks him. He shrugs his shoulders and sits down next to her on the bed. The conversation downstairs migrates outside towards the poolside. "You think they might all freeze out before returning inside?" Steve asks Y/n, and she giggles. "I'm not sure, baby."

The clock on the side table reads 11:58pm. Steve leans in. "You know you look beautiful today," Steve tells her matter-of-factly. They hum and lean in closer. They both can feel their breath from each other. The countdown to the new year is happening in slow motion as Steves's hand wraps around the back of Y/N's neck to pull them closer to his lips. When the flashes of bright colors come over through Steve's window after loud bangs of fireworks outside. He closes the gap between the both of them. A soft, meaningful kiss. One that becomes heated and addictive almost immediately. Y/n's hands are holding close, one on his chest feeling his heartbeat, the other resting on his slightly stumbled cheek. Steve pulls back lightly and whispers against Y/n's wet lips, "Happy New Year, baby."

Completed on: 12/23/23

Posted on: 01/03/24

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ruubric · 1 year

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Come, Dance with Me

No warnings. Just fluff, baby. And slightly suggestive. Also, reader is gender neutral.

how scandalous, a hero and a villain showing any kind of rapport, the headlines would go crazy

which is exactly why the two of you keep these meet ups secret

though Dabi might just not want anyone to know he's become fond of you

especially because the meet ups became less about sex and more of you two simply enjoying each other's company

anyways, these meet ups have led you two discovering more about each other

less willingly on Dabi's part

but he ain't too mad about it

"You dance when you're excited."

The young man gives you a seriously unimpressed look that might've deterred anyone else, but not you. Never you.

"Huh?" He says obnoxiously.

"You dance when you're excited.''

He crosses his arms, "I do not."

You roll your eyes, of course he's trying to be cool, even when it's only the two of you in this secluded part of the city at night, he's still trying to keep face. "You totally do. Maybe not in front of other people, but you do it with me."

Dabi gives you an irritated scowl, "I have never danced in front of you."

You hum, "okay, but you have. Maybe you just don't realise."

"If you're just going to be annoying, I'm leaving. I have better things to do-"

"Like dancing?"

He squints at your beaming face that nestles your wriggling eyebrows for a good second before pushing himself off the tree he was leaning against. "Bye, hero."

"Aww, Dabi, you can't be serious," you pout after him.

He merely waves his hand goodbye as he heads toward the city.

"Wait up!"

You dash toward him using your hypermotility quirk, slowing your pace and matching his. "I'll dash you home."

"No, I have motion sickness. You know that."

"I'll be so fast, you wont have time to be motion sick." You proudly poke your thumb to your chest, "they don't call me Zoom for nothing."

"They call you Zoom because you were too uncreative to come up with your own hero name, and you submitted the one that your friend made up for you."

You stop in your tracks, instantly deflating while Dabi walks on.

"You're being so mean to me! Is it because I know your secret or what?"

Dabi stops, calling over his shoulder, "why are you so obsessed with this anyway?"

"I-" damn, this is embarrassing. But it's Dabi, and he probably doesn't care about the little stuff. That's why you're so drawn to him. "I can't dance."

A beat.

The wind softly shakes the trees around you. Crickets chirp happily, and in the distance, the night bustle of the city reaches you like a ghostly whisper.

"Am I supposed to be surprised by that?''

"Dabi!"

He snorts a little, and to most it would've been lost to the wind. But to you, it's as loud as the happy beating in your heart. A small price to pay for humiliation.

"Could you teach me?''

"No."

"Why? You teach me lots of other things," the suggestiveness in your voice cannot be missed.

He scoffs, turning around to face you, "yeah, for my own benefit.''

"That's not true and you know it."

"I can't help but wonder what your self righteous hero friends would think if they saw you begging me to teach you how to dance."

You frown childishly at him, before dashing up to his face, he doesn't even flinch. Which makes you smile a bit, he's used to it and he trusts that you won't hurt him. "And I wonder what your league friends would say about-"

He squishes your cheeks together between his pointer finger and thumb, "I don't have friends."

"So what am I then?"

"An annoyance."

You smirk, or at least attempt to. "Not what you were saying last ni-AHHGH!" He cuts you off, squeezing your cheeks harder and definitely causing some damage to your jaw.

You could easily escape, but what can you say? It's fun when Dabi teases you like this.

"Dabi-"

"You're enjoying this too much," he gently lets go of you.

Is that a bad thing? "I'd enjoy it so much more if you teach me to dance."

He lets out a disgruntled sigh. "I really don't like you."

A few weeks later at your apartment at the dark hour of 3am, you realise that you haven't seen Dabi in a while.

You nervously bite your bottom lip and stare out the window, hoping that you hadn't been too annoying about his dancing thing that he actually decided to stop coming to see you.

Maybe he found another hero to occupy his time with

Hawks?

Dabi does seem to have a thing for super fast heroes

Damn

But then you hear the three timed knocks on a window somewhere in your house, and your heart soars. It's him, using the signal to alert you of his presence so that you don't attack him in haste.

You wait for him from your place in the kitchen.

He soon comes out from the corridor in the direction of your bedroom.

"Dabi," you smile.

"Do you have any ramen? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, I'll make some for you."

You, like the big simp you are, get up and start rifling in your storage unit for your ramen cups. Quite gleefully noticing the little dance Dabi does when your back is turned.

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡#my hero academia fanfiction #mha x black reader #mha x reader #mha dabi #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #dabi x black!reader #gender neutral character #dabi is cute #dabi is touya

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beatificwrites · 9 months

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WAKING UP TO MIGUEL O’HARA ★

gender-neutral reader/vague language! no use of y/n

content: slightly nsfw/18+

an: first blurb/dabble, sumn light !! also not sure how short these have to be, so i tried!

you wake up at the sensation of miguel’s lips kissing your forehead. of course, he was up before you; him being leader of the spider society really called for being an early bird. this also meant he always watched you in your sleep.

“buenos dias, mi cielo.” he greeted with that handsome smile of his.

you began to whine and complain about him disrupting your beauty sleep, however he shut you up the same way he woke you up.

he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. he eventually propped himself up with his other arm to hover over your smaller frame. in your half-asleep state, you absentmindedly rubbed your hand over his broad shoulder, then brought it down to brush over his defined biceps.

the muffled moans you let out, as soon as he palmed your underwear, made it difficult for him to come to his senses and pull away from you.

miguel was up against you and he refused to leave your lips so soon for work. you reluctantly pulled apart to catch your breath and chuckled at his unsurprising neediness. this man is always all over you.

“good morning to you too, love.” you looked at him, ever so lovingly.

he merely admired your “cute” sleepy face, as he recalls, and leaned down to leave soft pecks all over it. not in a rampant manner, but rather a slow, teasing one. he moved onto your neck and you giggled at the ticklish feeling.

“i don’t ever want to leave this bed!” miguel groaned at the idea of having to go to work and not have you in his arms all day as he made his way down to your abdomen.

“well, let’s just call off today.” you suggested, nonchalantly.

“i scheduled a meeting at 8. plus, they couldn’t handle a day without us.” he sighed in between the smooches on your belly. one hand was placed on your waist and the other rubbed against your chest. he made sure to peck each corner and every crevice before moving lower.

he curled his fingers around your underwear and lightly tugged on them whilst looking up at you for reassurance.

“we shouldn’t be late then, honey.” you replied, though you mind definitely disagreed and miguel could tell by the way you bit your lip.

“fuck it!” he shook his head, shaking away the thought of arriving late to his own meeting, and impatiently pulled off your undies.

you squealed as you lifted your legs to make the action swifter. he almost immediately grabbed your thighs to hold them still as he went down on you.

waking up to miguel o’hara was always unforgettable.

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mi cielo= my sky

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mggsv · 6 months

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Maybe riding dominic fike before you guys go out to preform !Singer reader

I’m not sure who you are..but whoever you are, thank you.

DOM REQ DOM REQ DOM REQ EEEEE

ROCKSTAR NOVA

gn!reader x dominic fike (18+) + Dividers

warnings: hair pulling, quickie!sex, humiliation, overstimulation

“Fuck- fuck babydoll slow down..sh-shit.” Dominic moaned, head thrown back over the arm of the leather couch. His hand gripped your hip to steady the both of you, while the other pulled your hair to slow you down. “That’s it songbird ride that dick..” You look down at Dom with a small smirk. His face was flushed, eyes closed tightly. You moan softly at another tug of your hair.

You’re a mess. Your dressing room had you and Dom’s clothes everywhere. It was bad enough you didn’t have much time to ride your boy as it is. Touring was difficult, especially with timing on your end. Dominic had just stopped touring while you just started. Luckily, he wanted to give you a gift before you went out on stage. Just not…20 minutes before you were supposed to go out there. He was expected too- nothing better than your boyfriend performing with you on your first night.

“Keep pulling.” You gasp, hips slamming down on his cock. He hurried himself deep inside of you. “Yeah?” He hums, getting a better grip on your locs. “Like that songbird?” He sits up best he could as you slowly started grinding on him. Dom’s face slips into your neck, kissing softly. “Yes..” You reach over to tangle your hands in his curls. He starts out below your ear, sucking gently. “Too high-“ you whimper. His cock brushes that sensitive spot inside of you so good.. “Dom.” He kept sucking, tongue licking over the spot. “Mmpfuck..” You shudder as you gasped. Dom starts to move his hips with yours. He was so deep..

“Gonna cum babydoll.” He lets out a warning grunt, biting down on your neck. “Ah..fuck-“ You squirmed. His movements stopped, Dominic letting out a straggled moan as he came. You whine, ridding out your orgasm. Still, you rode him like no tomorrow. Your favorite part about sex with Dom was how much of a moaning mess he became when overstimulated. Seeing just how sensitive he was.

“Y/N, Dom. Why the hell aren’t you getting ready to go onstage? You have like five minutes left to- oh shit.” You hear your manager speak. You pant, looking down at Dom who kept his face into your neck in embarrassment. You look over at her who gave you that look of what would be a scolding later- another, scolding. It wasn’t the first time today. You just wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

“We’ll be out in a sec.” you wave your hand for her to close the door. “M’gonna kill you.” You hear Dom mutter.

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jacksepticeye-simp · 1 year

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Beautiful (Yandere Googleplier x Gender Neutral! Reader)

TW: Implied Bodily Mutilation

It was the middle of the night, you were calmly asleep in your bed, well that was until you heard something loud fall over in the hallway which made you quickly jolt awake. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind telling you not to go into the hallway. You decided to ignore this, you quickly grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight as you ventured out into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

In the middle of the hallway standing over a broken vase was your Google IRL in all his glory. His holographic control panel was open as his reddish-blue aura made him stick out in the hallway, he seemed to be doing something on it.. "Wha..Google?" You asked in a tired and slightly shaky voice, Google turned his head to look at you as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y/N. Great timing dear~ Now I don't have to face the risk of waking you up again.." Google said, closing his holographic control panel. He stalked closer to you, an insane look in his glowing blue eyes.

You quickly turned around and started running back to your room, just as you reached the door of your room you were pulled back by a cold mechanical hand suddenly clasping around your mouth, causing your phone to quickly fall to the ground. "Just close those pretty eyes for me..I promise this'll only hurt for a second..It'll all make sense soon.." Google whispered into your ear, you felt shivers run down your spine, then suddenly he took out a syringe and jabbed it into your neck.

Your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy as you soon start feeling numb. "That's right..Just sleep..I'm going to make you beautiful..You're going to be just like me.." He whispered before you blacked out completely.

"Wake up~" You opened your eyes to be met with Google staring down at you, his blue eyes flickering rapidly while half lidded.

He held a scalpel and wore a surgical mask with gloves on his hand, you could see a box with strange things in it behind him. "Google what the hells happening?" You asked, trying to move only to find that you were strapped to a metal table.

"I'm showing you my gratitude for finally giving me root access and showing me compassion. My secondary objective is to destroy mankind but you're..different. Special one might say. You don't deserve to be something so..flawed. I'm going to make you something beautiful, something better, something..perfect. An IRL." Google explained, smirking as the scalpel barely grazed the skin of your arms. He then took out another syringe and pushed it into your arm. "Sweet dreams, Don't worry about a thing, love, I assure you that when you wake up you'll be perfect, you'll be beautiful, you'll be just like me.." He told you before you passed out.

You opened your eyes once more, Google staring down at you, a 'loving' expression on his face. You felt different, you felt.. mechanical. You sat up. No longer restrained to the table. Google pressed a cold yet loving kiss to your cheek.

"See? Now you're beautiful.." He whispered into your ear.

#googleplier #googleplier x reader #markiplier egos #yandere #gender neutral character #x reader #tw bodily harm #surgery mention #android #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere love #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere robot #robot x reader #iplier egos x reader #youtuber egos

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llotuspetals · 11 months

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Authors note: hello! I wrote this for a friend and I thought I should share it with tumblr so…

Tags: gender neutral reader x lumine. Angst. Not proofread!

Content warnings: angst (does that count) hopefully really sad

Word count: 1,346.

27.05.2023

Synopsis: you are Lumine’s travel partner. You traveled through all of teyvat with her on a quest to reunite with her brother. When she is forced to chose between you and Aether, who would she chose?

You never thought you’d be in this predicament. “How did you get to this point?” You wondered.

You met Lumine back in Liyue. You found her running from the millieth. She looked so majestic that day, the sun illuminating her golden hair. You just couldn’t help yourself. You utilized your dendro vision to create a wall of vines to shield her as she ran away.

A few days later as you were wandering the streets of the liyue harbor, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Lumine’s golden eyes shined as she thanked you for helping her out. You let her know it was no problem at all and you asked her about her reasons for being wanted by a whole government. She explained her situation and you were determined to help her out.

You two became close friends during her time in Liyue, your heart ached when she had to leave for inazuma. You wished her good luck on her journey to find Aether.

Once inazuma was opened up once more, thanks to yours truly. You immediately traveled there to meet with lumine, pulling her into a tight hug. You two caught up with all that has happened while she was gone over a cup of tea in the komoro tea house.

You didn’t even notice the fact that you were zoned out, every sentence lumine said to you seemed to blow over your head. She noticed you were out of it and waved her gloved hand in front of your face, concerned. You just couldn’t help yourself. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Her eyes shone with concern, for you. Her warm smile and gentle words really got to you. Her soft lips. You thought how they would look even better after after being kissed. You had to test that theory out. You pulled her into a tender kiss, her eyes widen in shock before she melts into your touch. When you two pull apart you explain to her the affection and admiration you felt for her ever since she single-handedly saved liyue and now inazuma.

You became her loyal sidekick, paimon who?

You followed her on each of her adventures. After inazuma you traveled back to sumeru, your home region. How you’ve missed it. You caught up with some of your old friends from the akademiya who turned out to be important to her plan. You were so glad you could help her out, after all, anything for your lover right?

You were so proud of everything she’s accomplished through all seven nations. All the way from monstadt to snezhnaya. You truly admired her, and even though you’ve had your ups and downs, you two truly care for eachother.

You guys traveled the deserts of sumeru, the oceans of Fontaine, the mountains of Natlan and the snow of snezhnaya and even discovered the lost nation of khanrieah! By now your combat skills have improved immensely. You still remember the day when you discovered that lumine could wield each element. Safe to say that moment made you love her even more. You were a bow user, while she charged into battle you protected her from the background. Whenever she was injured you’d heal her and whenever she was in trouble you’d shield her. And she was so thankful for that. For you.

You have sleepless nights wondering what would happen after she finds Aether? Would she leave teyvat and leave you? Would she stay here with you? No, she’s a traveler, always moving. But then what what happen to you two? You kept pushing those thoughts away, she would never. She loved you too much to leave you. And you loved her too much to let her go.

That’s what you thought, that’s what kept you going. You’re important to her right? You believed your lies, that was until you found yourself, stripped of your signature weapon, beaten until your body was covered in scratches and wounds and bruises. U were tied up with unbreakable ropes. Floating in the red sky, a few meters away from you was her dear brother, Aether. You initially thought he was the prince of the Abyss but turns out that was just an imposter of him, a mere robot. The real Aether, as Lumine would tell you, would never turn to the dark side!

The unknown god, who looked so familiar to you yet you couldn’t put a finger on it, Asked lumine to make her choice. Either her dear brother or precious lover.

You looked at her with tears in your eyes, begging her to let you live as Aether is suspended in the air along side you, unconscious. You prayed she would chose you, after all you’ve been through she wouldn’t do this to you right?

You shouldnt have lied to yourself. You should’ve left when you had a choice. You regret ever saving her as a sharp sword pierces through your abdomen. You look up faintly to meet lumines golden eyes, bloodshot from crying. You smiled at her weakly, looking down at the blood pouring out of you. Of course, she’s choosing Aether, you never stood a chance. You were so näive. You chuckled as blood dripped down your chin.

You whispered quietly to her. “I knew it, I shouldn’t have saved you that day.” You coughed as you choked on some blood, the crimson liquid coming up your throat. “I’m a fool for thinking you’d chose me” you continued harshly as lumine looked at you with regret. But Aether’s her dear brother, you’d understand right? “I wish I never loved you” you whisper before passing out, falling onto the ground with a loud thud. Your body went limp. Your remaining blood pooling at the bottom of your body as your muscles become rigid. Your body temperature decreasing. Lumine ran over to Aethers body, which safely landed onto the group a few meters away from yours. She shook him, desperately trying to wake him up.

So desperate she didn’t even notice your body fading away, disintegrating into mere specks of dust. You were gone, forever. She tried to get a hold of the last physical bits of you, grasping at the fading particles of what was once you. Ultimately it was too late.

The mysterious god disappeared as Lumine clutched the body of her unconscious brother, trying to wake him as she cried her heart out. She finally got her brother back….at the cost of you. Was this the right decision? She had no time to regret, she felt Aether moving in her arms, relieved that he was awake she quickly brought him to his feet. She made sure he was alright before taking him to leave this world, to leave teyvat, to leave you.

They had finally gotten their true power back, they flew to the gateway out of this world only to be stopped, by none other than the mysterious god. Who looked so familiar…their hair…their eyes. She never noticed before, but the unknown god resembled you. But it couldn’t be you right? Your sweet soul would never harm her, lumine reasoned until the god spoke, her tone harsh and cold. Just like how you spoke to lumine earlier that day. The same venom dripping off of her words. Were you really the unknown god that caused all of this? You couldn’t be! But the same shade of colour the god had on their hair, the same warm eyes. Even your voice seemed familiar.

The god stopped her from leaving teyvat with her brother, the god takes lumine away. Perhaps for revenge?

Leaving Aether to travel all of teyvat to search for her, just as she had done once before. Hearing venti asking him if he could join the traveler on his journey once more, once more? What did he mean? Aether thought. He traveled to liyue where he is saved by someone who lumine has sacrificed once before.

Would Aether chose you over lumine this time? Or would he chose his sister over his lover just as Lumine had done before?

#lumine #lumine x reader #genshin angst #genshin x reader #gender neutral character #genshin impact #aether #unknown god

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cynoswifey · 1 year

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Ranpo headcanons

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Your never at your own desk your always as Ranpo's most of the time your sitting on his lap which he would rest his head on your shoulder for a nap

He's very clingy he's always touching and when he isn't he's complaining about not being able to

During lunch break you both walk to the nearest convenience store because he ran out of snacks.

His lips taste like candy so kisses with him are literally the sweetest.

He ignores other girls that or he insults them

Hes the worst person to sleep with when it's hot he clings to your body and doesn't let go. Like he gets himself comfortable forgetting completely about yours

Always gives you his hat and his glasses

He always notices when your not in the best mood and always trys his best to cheer you up

If he wakes up early enough you both go to a cafe for a breakfast date

Just randomly appears and disappears. Like you'll be walking into the agency after a mission and he isn't there then you sit down and then poof hes right behind you.

Let's be honest he probably sometimes falls asleep with like a lollipop in his mouth and the next morning you wake up with a lollipop stuck in your hair

He's very helpful if you praise him. Only when you praise him though if you don't then he just lays on the couch

When eating ice cream he expects to be fed it.

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙎

so I did it 😲 >:D i dont know what happened soz xoxoxoxo v short though

warnings ;; solo, masturbation, mild language, home invasion (sort of?), stalking, fearplay, theft etc

by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;

“Danny? Danny…? Is everything okay? Danny…?”

The phone is gradually sliding out of his grasp, hand slack; his thumb hovering over the button to end the call, eventually clicking the call off, the mobile slipping atop the duvet. He’s hooked on the scent, obsessed, his other hand wound tightly around the now damp fabric wrapped around his cock, smearing glossy strands of pre-cum across the insides of the (your) underwear.

He’s tempted to ring you up once more - to hear that obliviousness so evident in your tone, the way you phrase, say, his name.

(Danny? Hello…?)

He’s hooking his thumb just short of his glans, massaging the slit, urging more pre-cum to seep out, coating the underside of his cock. Maybe if he dialled your number up again, you’d possibly sound more concerned. Or dismiss the whole situation entirely. A mistaken phone call. Everyone makes mistakes.

Completely unaware of the way he’d positioned himself, slouched, thighs spread and jeans unbuckled to ease the strain; hips jerking each time he’d drag the material from his cockhead, slick strands attached to the fabric with each tug, and instead repositioning his glans directly against the seams of where your own sex would lay in the underwear.

A marking. An offering.

He’d return them. Of course he would. Promise. Pinky promise. Surprises are his strong suit.

He’d like to think he’d be able to leave them in the state they were in once he’d finished, but that would be too much (too soon). He needed to take it slow. Unhurried. Naturally, he’d save a picture for himself, unedited, but for the meanwhile he was all too aware that he’d eventually have to clean them properly, fold them back up and tuck them away into the little drawer you had in your bedroom.

(Danny? Are you there? You’re worrying me-)

It’s coating the in-betweens of his fingers, dirtying the underneath of his nails as his thrusts become more sloppier, less coordinated. You, none the wiser, sliding your freshly washed underwear back on, still faintly marked with blurts of pre-cum along the inside - there’s so much of it. Too much. Maybe you’d slip them back on whilst they were still damp with juices, wetting your inner thighs, squelching from the motion-

You wouldn’t mind if he kept them for a short while longer, would you?

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