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hyperactively-me · 8 months

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Now king ghost and princess crossed that line 😩😩😩 can you imagine she has to get up to go to her learning sessions and she tries to get out of bed quietly to not wake ghost and he grabs her and is like "where do you think you're going, we not done" 😩😩😩😩

omg yes ;)

warnings: smut (shortened tho, cause it always takes so long for me to write smut but i wanted to post something!), inexperienced!reader (literally princess's second time lol), no use of protection (its fantasy, no pregnancy from this)

The evening you arrived home from your little…field trip…with Simon was filled with a sense of new beginnings, a new journey to look forward to with him. When you had arrived back at the palace, Simon had quickly escorted you to your room, your arm fastened around his firm bicep. As your hand rests on the doorknob, you have the urge to speak your truth.

“Simon?” you say softly, turning to face him.

“Hmm?” he questions, still a little fucked out as he stares unabashedly at you.

“I…I don’t wish to sleep in here anymore,” you say timidly, rocking back and forth on your heels.

He stares at you for a moment longer before flashing you the biggest smile.

“I thought you would never ask, love,” he says immediately, pulling you away from the door, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You kiss him back excitedly, giggling as you pull back. Simon grabs your hand, dragging you to his chambers. You giggle the whole way there, smiling and blushing at how excited he was. Like a schoolboy with a crush on his favorite girl on the playground.

“Our chambers,” he announces, pushing the door open to your now shared quarters. You had only been in there once, the time you spent a week in his bed when you were deathly ill with the flu. You immediately flop onto the bed, bouncing on the mattress with a sigh.

“Is it up to your standards?” he genuinely asks, striding up to you. He wants you to feel at home in his chambers, now your chambers as well. You push yourself up onto your elbows, a smile etched on your face.

“Nothing could be more perfect than sharing this with you, Simon,�� you smile, toeing your shoes off. You swing your feet into the bed, snuggling up with one of his pillows. You take in his scent, sighing contentedly.

He’s still standing at the side of the bed, staring at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. Like he can’t believe you’re in here now. Like he can’t believe that you love him.

“You’re adorable,” he murmurs, climbing into bed with you. You scrunch your nose with a silly smile, arms reaching out for him as he nudges you into his side.

. . .

The next morning, you wake up, still stuffed into his side, head resting on his chest. His chest was rising up and down steadily. Still asleep, you conclude. You nuzzle your cheek against his chest for a moment, breathing him in. His eyelashes look so long when his eyes are shut. The way his lips are slightly parted, practically begging to be kissed. You sigh quietly, not really wanting to go to your lessons today, shifting ever so slightly to not wake him up. Before you could plant your feet on the ground, his hand reaches out lightning fast, gripping your wrist tightly.

You let out a small shriek, startled by his sudden movement.

“Simon, I thought you were asleep—” you say breathlessly, before he’s yanking you back into bed. You fall back onto the mattress, and he’s grabbing you, pulling you into his side.

“Simon—”

“Where do you think you’re going?” he croaks out, voice husky from disuse.

“I– to my lessons,” you say quietly, trying to ignore the way his hand was coming down to graze your ass.

“Hmm, not right now, love,” he complains, shoving his face into your neck.

“But, Simon—”

Before you could say anything else, he rolls over you, going deadweight on top of your body.

“We’re not done,” he whispers into your ear seductively, pressing his fingers into your hips. “You need to relax,” he coos into your neck, his lips tickling your skin as he speaks.

You immediately rip your hands out from under his weight, grasping his cheeks to pull him up from his place in your neck.

“We’re doing this right now?” you ask, your voice tinged with a certain meekness.

“...Yes. If you want—” he starts, before you cut him off.

“I do,” you say, giving into your desire for him to be inside of you.

“‘S all I wanted to hear, darling,”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, pulling Simon down to kiss you. He pushes you deep into the mattress, running his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp ever so slightly.

He starts to massage your clit over your panties, teasing you over the thin cotton. You moan lightly, grabbing for his hand and shoving it up into your panties.

“Eager, are we?” he muses, fingers now tweaking and playing with your clit.

“Mhm,” you nod, your mouth hanging open as he stimulates your clit. “K- keep touching me like that,” you say breathlessly, chest heaving from the sensation.

You’re soaking his hand now, wetness dripping through your panties. With a single swoop, he rips them off your form clean.

“S- Simon,” you muster, looking at him bewilderedly, and then he pulls a moan from your throat as he slides a single finger in.

“It was in my way,” he says simply, smirking at you with a devilish smile, starting to pump his thick digit inside you.

You try to retort, but the way his finger curls inside you stops you, the feeling overwhelming. You grasp for his free hand that rests on your waist, holding you firm into your spot.

“Oh—” you moan, the feeling of his finger inside you stopping you in your tracks. You grab his free hand, squeezing it hard as he slips another finger inside you.

He scissors his fingers, working you open like it was his day job.

“You okay, lovie?” he says softly, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“F- fine, perfectly fine,” you garble, arching your back into his hand.

“My darling girl,” he chuckles, “we’ll be there soon enough.”

As he slips his fingers out, he grabs you by your hips, dragging you farther down the bed to line you up with his throbbing cock. He swiftly takes off his pants, stroking his cock twice, releasing a heated groan. You stare at it, then up to him.

He loves the way your face morphs as you stare unabashedly at his cock. He’s big, and he knows it.

“Gonna take it easy now, dove,” he grunts, returning his hands back to your hips. “Just like last time.”

God, he could say anything and you’d just smile and nod. You just watch his mouth move, his lips so enticing.

Your eyes open wide, snapped out of your daydream, feeling his girthy tip prodding at your hole. You exhale a gasp when he pushes it in you, whining gently at the pressure, reaching out to grab his muscled forearm.

“Si-Simon!” you cry out, your head thrown back against the silk pillows. Your pussy flutters around his cock as he slowly works his way in, so careful to not hurt you.

“That’s right, lovie, you can do it,” he praises, sinking himself inch by inch inside of your throbbing pussy.

“Feels— so good–” you manage to spit out, bucking your hips upwards to get him to move faster. “So good, S- Simon, so good…”

He groans in response, cock throbbing at your enthusiasm.

“More– vocal now, I s-see,” Simon manages to tease, hissing as he feels your cunt squeeze him so tightly.

“Isn’t this b- better than studying?– ah, fuck” he pants, fucking into you at a steady pace.

You nod your head rapidly grabbing onto his shoulders.

“F- far b- better—” you garble, hooking your legs around his waist.

“Perfect girl,” he groans as you shift, playing with your clit, thrusting into you like you’re made of glass.

You release a string of moans as he presses into your sensitive clit, beckoning you to cum. Simon’s thrusts are steady, rutting you into the mattress with relentless precision. He slows the speed of his finger on your clit, a large shuddering breath escaping you as you squirm from his teasing.

“Takin’ me s’well, darling,” he gasps, clenching his jaw at the way you flutter around his cock.

Simon’s thrusts are steady, rutting you into the mattress with relentless precision. Your eyes fall closed for a moment, but he grabs your jaw gently.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demands, squeezing your cheeks slightly. Your gaze returns to his, clutching onto the sheets. His gaze is intense, his movements speeding up slightly, pressing you into the mattress with his hips. Suddenly, he grabs your hand, placing it over the mound of your cunt.

“T- touch yourself,” he groans. He drags your fingers to your clit, motioning you to stimulate your clit. You slowly start to touch your sensitive clit, pleasure wracking through your body.

“That’s it, more,” he presses, hands coming up to grip your hips. Sweat covers his brow, jaw clenching with every quiver of your pussy sucking his cock in. His eyes never leave your fingers, watching you play with yourself turning him on even more.

You reach a bit more, rubbing over yourself with some pressure as Simon continues. You feel your own wetness coating your fingers, swirling around your clit as best as you can. His hands tighten on your hips, careful not to hurt you.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel the coil in your abdomen tighten. You shudder, moaning lightly as he grabs your fingers, guiding you as you play with your clit.

“A- almost–” you sputter, chest heaving quickly from your rapid, short breaths. You curl into yourself a bit, every muscle seizing as the pleasure spikes through like a lightning bolt. Simon groans, a final slam of hips down against yours making him fill you up.

He slides out of you gently, his face flushed and out of breath. He leans down to your face, peppering your face with gentle kisses. He moves to lay down next to you, allowing you to both catch your breath.

Simon starts to pull at you gently, dragging you into his side yet again. You fit there perfectly, he thinks. He wraps his large arms around your frame, pressing another chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I actually have to go now,” you mumble into his shoulder, suppressing a giggle at the thought of him stopping you from doing your work with sex.

"No you don't," he teases, squeezing you. “A bath? I’ll draw it for you?” he offers, tracing circles in your skin.

“Tempting…” you pretend to think for a moment. “Fine.”

He sighs happily, squeezing you tightly.

“Alright then, dove.”

He presses a kiss to your temple as he gets up to start a bath for you.

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#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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goldtippedfeathers · 3 months

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‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Establishing a sleep schedule‎ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

hello my little feathers <3

i thought that was a cute nickname lmao but bear with me. i’m going through a phase. regardless, someone has got to teach y’all how to sleep since we all know your sleep routine is so whack, the morning birds are your lullabies. i get it— you’re convinced your circadian rhythm is non-existent. i did too. then i visited an OT who gave me a wake up call. in reality, it is very uncommon to have a genuine disorder regarding your circadian rhythm. which means all your nocturnal habits? those are all you, bbgirl. you can choose to be embarrassed about it and accept your life as an owl, or you can finally get some beauty sleep and address those eye bags.

here are the tips that helped me personally go from sleeping late at night/early in the morning and only getting 3 hours of sleep a night to now consistently getting 8 hours of sleep a night.

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𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 pick a wake up time 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰

this is the most important part of this advice column. seriously. you could stop reading after this.

setting a wake time doesn’t mean, “oh, ideally, i’d like to wake up at this time, but when my alarm goes off, i’ll snooze for a couple more minutes because ugh, baby steps amrite?”

no.

it means once that alarm goes off, you are UP. whether you have to drag yourself, roll yourself, or cry yourself out of bed, GET. OUT. OF. BED.

you cannot compromise with this wake up time, even if the night before, you stayed up until 5 am. If you set your wake up time to 6 am, you better learn to function with 1 hour of sleep because these are the consequences of your actions.

while it may seem counterintuitive to sabotage your sleep schedule by denying yourself those extra minutes or hours to catch up, sleep deprivation is the most common tactic used to reset and stabilize a person’s disorder sleeping patterns. the entire rationale behind this is to push your body to a point of desperation (lol it sounded so much less cruel when my OT said it) so it’ll want to sleep earlier. you’re trying to tire yourself out so the moment you’re allowed to sleep (we’ll get to that in a second), paired with the rest of the tips in this list, you’re knocking out immediately.

so find a time that you ideally want to naturally wake up at. for me, it’s 7:30 am since i work a 9-5, but you could go earlier or later than this. whatever works for you. just be prepared to commit to it because you have to commit to it.

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 making your environment a ‘sleep-only’ zone 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰

this is a shoutout to all the girlies who live out of their bed. stop that.

yes, it is comfy. yes, it is nice to snuggle there and read a book, or scroll on your phone, or watch netflix, or do your homework, or whatever other jazz you’re getting up to. but there are two purposes for your bed: sleep and s3x. if you’re not doing either, you’re not allowed in there.

i like to think of my room as different zones. my desk is my work-zone. the open space i have where my weights are is my stretching/workout zone. my closet is my dressing-zone. and i use other parts of the house as my eating-zones, my reading-zones, my hygiene-zones, etc.

my bed is my sleeping zone. which means that place is sacred and only meant for sleeping. no outside clothes on the bed. no lounging on the bed. not even to flop down when i’m exhausted from a long day at work or workout. if i am that tired, i can stretch, or i can find a couch. or, i can undress myself from my outside clothes into my nightwear and sleep. but the bed is for sleeping. that’s it.

this tip actually helped me beyond sleep, because establishing these zones skyrocketed my productivity. it essentially helped my brain zero in on the task i intended to complete without distractions, because why else would i be at my desk if not to write or do work? my desk isn’t for eating. my bed especially isn’t. so food isn’t in my room, and therefore the only logical thing to do in that zone is what it is meant for.

your mindset is equally as important as your environment. pairing these two together is what will help you at the end of the night, when you’re ready for bed, to hit the hay the moment your head touches that pillow. because your brain has already been preparing for sleep. it knew the moment you started getting ready for bed.

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 night routines 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰

this is your time to be in your aesthetic, vanilla girl era. read a couple of pages of your book, drink an herbal (uncaffeinated) tea (except beware if you have a small bladder like me to not do this lmao), wash your face, comb your hair, get into your nighties, wrap your hair in whatever protective style you like, and then get under your covers for a night of restfulness. your routine is you time. no thoughts about tomorrow. no to-do lists. no last minute tasks. its your time to unwind. if you need a candle to do it, if washing your face isn’t enough and you need a shower— however your routine looks, cater it to whatever will help you feel relaxes and mellow by the end of it, so you are head empty by the time those covers are over your body.

𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰 helpful tools 𓆰𓆩♡𓆪𓆰

here’s a list of things that may or may not help you with your sleeping journey!

weighted blanket: helps your nervous system enter into a state of rest (parasympathetic nervous system activation). known as pressure therapy, and typically used to help alleviate symptoms of anxiety (increased heart rate, muscle tension, racing thoughts, etc)

heated blanket: for people who get cold easily— as opposed to layering up in constrictive layers, this is a nice way to snuggle and feel warm

silk eye mask: helps block out light. similarly, you can also get a complete black-out eye mask

silk bonnet: especially for the curly hair girlies out there— you guys already know. its such a protective way to keep your hair out of your face at night and nourish it while you rest. 10/10 recommend

blackout curtains: helps block out outdoor light

sunrise lamp: for gloomy days, in order to support a healthy circadian rhythm, exposure to sunlight helps regulate the body’s fluctuation of melatonin, making it easier to wake up. essentially, dark = more melatonin (which is why winters feel sleepier because of the shorter days), and light = less melatonin production

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okay, that’s it! sleep well, little feathers <3

#wellness #sleep #night routine #holistic #holisticwellness #girlblog #clean girl #becoming that girl #it girl #vanilla girl #that girl #pinterest #aesthetic

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kakujis · 1 year

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stay with me?;

a/n: a little continuation of this post. i love kakucho too much to not give him what he wants c’mon now. 😭 but why is it so sexy for (fictional)men to restrain themselves until they just can’t anymore n they jus go buck wild?? anyways, i put my entire p*ssy into this i hope u guys enjoy! like genuinely i lost my mind writing this jjdjdjd

ft: bonten!kakucho x afab!reader

wc: 4.1k, not proofread xd

warnings: dark content. afab fem!reader, sub!reader, somno, f!oral receiving, overstim, dacryphilia, praise, pet names, slight orgasm control, unprotected, creamp*e(i hate this word), multiple rounds, dubcon, jealousy, stalking, obsession, honestly the more i wrote this it became a bit of yan!kakucho lol. gets a little soft at the end. very self indulgent 💜

showering with your door unlocked wasn’t the dumbest thing you could do. okay, maybe it was…but you trusted kakucho to watch and take care of any danger while he was there.

fresh out of the shower, you finished putting lotion onto your skin, the cool cream sinking into the warmth of your skin. switching off your bathroom light as you leave, you glance at your bedroom door.

maybe.. you should say goodnight to him, he is going to be up all night. you walk over, goosebumps blooming as you rubbed your arms for warmth. why was it always so cold out of the shower?

you open your door and peek into the dimly lit living room. kakucho was there, sitting on your couch and reading a book. dressed in all black, he rested one leg up on his knee and under the light of lamp you thought he looked handsome, his black hair dangling in front of his face as he read some random book plucked off the shelf.

“kakucho..” you started, voice barely louder than a whisper. he glanced up immediately, concern etching his features and two tone eyes meeting yours. you gave a small smile, “good night and thanks for... all this,” you say, gesturing to his spot.

he blinks, before nodding, “no problem. boss’s orders anyway,” he smiles back at you, before waving you off. “go get some rest.”

you nod before slipping back into your room, closing the door behind you. you hesitate on the lock slightly before you forgo locking it, trusting in kakucho completely. he was different from the rest of bonten. his voice was gentle alongside his touches. he was sweet to you and you to him. he was the one you went to when you were upset or scared. in another life, under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve dated.

but you remember what he actually does every time he stumbles into your office, hands bloodied and eyes frenzied. you always patch him up, watching the rise and fall of his chest reminding you that he was alive and someone else wasn’t. it strikes fear into you every time, that someone so gentle and so sweet could still snuff the light out from someone else.

you wonder what he looks like in those moments. does he look as lost when he’s sitting on your desk, eyes far off and unfocused as you disinfect and bandage his wounds? or is his resolve unwavering, eyes locked as he stares down his target and pulls the trigger?

you shake your head, nows not the time to think about that. now is time for sleep, you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow. mikey’s list of tasks seemed to never end and you groaned thinking about the new stack of paper work that would grace your desk tomorrow morning.

you flopped into your bed, sinking down into your comforter and pillows. curling up under your blanket, you checked your phone one more time to see if you had any missing messages. you had just said goodnight to him, but seeing his name in your list of messages had you wanting to say it again.

y/n: kaku, i’m gonna sleep now. feel free to use whatever, whenever! sorry you have to stay up for me.

you waited a few moments, seeing if he’d respond. and he did, an immediate “read” underneath your message followed by his own:

kakucho: what’d i say earlier? don’t worry about it. you’re special to us.

y/n: you’re all special to me too. <3 goodnight.

kakucho: goodnight, y/n.

with that you closed your phone, placing it onto your nightstand before turning over. almost instantly, exhaustion took hold and you fell into a deep slumber.

the instant mikey mentioned that you could be in trouble, kakucho offered himself up. due to the increasing gang-conflict, you were assigned more body guards to escort you to and from home. not only that, but you had guards keeping watch outside your office day in and out.

as kakucho said, you were special to bonten. a shining, pearly light in the bleakness of bonten’s all consuming night. each executive held a place for you in their heart and each one had dreams of making you theirs, but kakucho.. bordered on obsession.

it started off innocent like holding the door open for you or grabbing an extra coffee on his way to work. if you were going to be a long time addition, he might as well get to know you. eventually, he started to relax in your company. he’d always visit your office at least once a day and you welcomed him, listening to his woes while venting some of your own. you were a breath of fresh air, the sweet scent of flowers, and being around you felt like a dream.. but then he started getting jealous.

jealous of the way you’d lightly tap on ran’s arm, giggling when he made a joke. jealous when you’d dance in rindou’s office, body swaying and humming to his music. jealous when he’d catch you sobering up sanzu, your body dangerously close to his as you pressed a water cup to his lips.

jealous of the way you’d always tell kokonoi how pretty his hair was and what he thought about your own. jealous when you’d light up takeomi’s cigarette for him without him even having to ask. jealous when you’d rub mochi’s shoulders after a long day, calling in someone to bring him a glass of wine. jealous of how every morning started with mikey and ended with mikey, as you were his secretary.

kakucho hitto was so fucking jealous of every single little thing you would do with anyone who wasn’t him. that’s when he started taking your things, little trinkets to keep you close, praying you’d keep your balcony door open every evening so he wouldn’t have to feel bad for breaking in. when he first followed you home, he didn’t even realize it. for some reason, you loved to take public transport home, as if you didn’t work for the most notorious gang in Japan. he was entranced by the way you moved, seemingly without a care in the world.

he caught himself when you turned back, the weight of his stare boring into you. he hid quickly, crouching behind a parked car. you shrugged it off and continued on, eventually making it to your small apartment home situated on the second story. he pondered over going back to his own place. he made it here, but what now? he couldn’t just knock on the door.

but then he heard something, the sound of a sliding door being opened. you stretched and sighed into the evening air, before heading back in. he came closer, until he decided to climb up onto your balcony. he dropped down, hiding behind your curtains. he peeked in, breath hitching as you started taking your clothes off before entering your room.

at the sound of running water and your bathroom door softly closing, he fully made his way in. he thought your apartment was cute, simple and small. the others probably would’ve had a fit knowing you lived so quaintly instead of bathing in luxury. but kakucho liked it anyway, running his hands along your walls and furniture, taking in deep lungfuls of your burning candle’s scent. god he wanted to make you his wife.

his pretty little housewife who would greet him home after a long day at work. his angel who would sit in his lap, pressing kisses to his forehead, murmuring, “let me take care of you, honey.” he yearned for it, his pretty baby fucked dumb on his bed every night.

when he first peered into your bedroom, he held back a groan as he saw your panties thrown onto the floor. your skirt was left haphazardly on your desk chair. while the rest of your clothes left a trail into the bathroom.

he felt guilty, you had no idea he was here. technically he was breaking in, but you had left everything so open. as if you were inviting him in just like you did with your office.

that night he stole his first pair of panties, shoving them into his pocket as he slipped out the way he came. heart pounding he walked away with his prize, albeit small in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn’t stop smiling, twirling the fabric in between his fingers. he came hard and fast that night inhaling your scent, he was addicted. he wanted more, your voice, your touch, your everything.

he started becoming a little more risky, first touching himself in your bedroom to opening your bathroom door slightly just to hear your singing as he jacked off into a used pair. it was never enough, he wanted, no, needed you underneath him squirming and writhing as he filled you up multiple times a night. he was getting restless and sooner or later he would finally get what he wanted: you.

that’s how he ended up here, the first one to watch over and protect you. his phone buzzed and he closed his book, reaching over to see who was texting him. he frowned when he realized it was the bonten group chat. what could they possibly want? he thought, opening up his messages.

mikey: we didn’t have time for a meeting today but who’s watching y/n tomorrow? kakucho can’t do it two nights in a row.

he tsk’d. he’d do this for the rest of his life if he had too, no questions asked.

kakucho: i don’t mind doing it tomorrow too.

mikey: no. you need rest, won’t be as reliable if you’re tired.

he bit his lip, tapping impatiently on his phone.

kakucho: i could just rest during the day.

mikey: i said no. it’s not an option. i don’t want anyone doing two nights in a row.

ran: i could probs do it or rin?

fuck. he grimaced, thinking about how ran wouldn’t hesitate to flirt with you. he remembers the day that he caught you letting ran sleep in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. not to mention, rindou, who already has you dancing in his office, you’d probably dance with him here too. at least, he thinks, it’s not sanzu. between the two brothers though, he’d probably hope for rindou.

mikey: sure, idc as long as someone does it.

rindou: i think i’m busy tomorrow night? have some stuff to clean up, it’s gonna have to be u ran

ran: alright lol

fuck. kakucho rubs his face, bouncing his leg as he sets his phone down. he paces the room, carefully trying to not wake you up. but the idea of ran flirting with you and you laughing, crinkling your nose, like you always do has him up the walls. would you playfully hit his arm like usual? would you let him touch you, hands trailing down your back? would you let him kiss you? god forbid, would you let him fuck you?

he runs a hand through his hair, his rage starting to consume him. there was one stream-line thought, hammering itself and taking hold of his brain: he has to be your first. he eyes the closed bedroom door. he’s done this before, he thinks, kicking off his shoes. just never while you’re actually in your bedroom. he takes a deep breath, before lightly placing his hand on the knob. slowly, he turns it, opening and entering into your room.

moonlight spills across your bed, illuminating your face in the dark. you snore softly, the exhaustion not only physical, but mental, wearing on you. the danger of having your brains blown out at any given moment loomed over you every day, suffocating every waking moment. you were on edge, always, and rightfully so. that’s why you felt safe with kakucho, utterly and completely safe. but that’s because you had never noticed the hurt in his eyes when you’d turn away from him. or the way his jaw tensed when you’d get “too close” to other executives. not once did you see the longing stares from across the room during meetings, too focused on writing down as many notes as you could hanging onto every word.

so you slept, peaceful and content, completely unaware that your protector was longing to keep you pinned underneath him as he had his way with you. if only you knew the things that he would do to you. slowly, he crept towards your dozing figure. your bed dipped as he came closer, a gloved hand pulling down your blanket. you twitched and he paused, watching as you made a little noise in response to the sudden cold shift.

his heart was pounding as he left light touches, ghosting over your exposed skin. he hooks a finger under your waistband, inching down your pajama shorts. he removes one glove, his hands burning with desire to truly feel you before he uses one finger to trail down the length of your clothed cunt.

you stir once more and he pauses again. is he really doing this? there’s no way you wouldn’t wake and yet he can’t find it in him to care. so he continues, gently carressing your core, every so often glasting over your thighs. little moans and mewls came from you and kakucho could feel his patience thinning. he wanted to take his time, explore every inch of you, but if just those small touches could get you writhing underneath him what would happen if he did more?

removing his other glove and casting it onto the floor, he starts to remove your panties. he throws them near his gloves, a reminder to take them for later. settling himself in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to your pussy. his breath is hot as he licks a stripe from your hole to clit. hooking his arms around your thighs, he holds you in place as you start to squirm in your sleep. he spreads your folds, admiring your pretty pussy before he dives back in, eagerly licking at your clit.

he watches you through half lidded eyes as your features contort, your mouth a small “o”. he switches between sucking on your clit like it’s candy and burying his tongue deep inside curling up against your walls. you eyelids flutter as you wake, drool dribbling down your chin.

“wha- ah!” you gasp, roused from sleep with hands shooting down and tugging onto his dark locks. he groans, brows knitting as he continues fucking you on his tongue.

your vision is blurry, only the moonlight that seeps in through the window illuminating your view. but you see him, eyes lidded, looking up at you in nigh worship, as he licks and kisses and slurps at your arousal.

“k-kakucho?” you stutter out, “fuck, what are you-“ you’re interrupted again, as he slips a finger, then two into your dripping cunt.

“cum for me, pretty girl.” he murmurs against you, his fingers brushing against parts of you that set your legs trembling. you try to resist at first, confusion tumbling through your brain, but with one more curl of his fingers you release, eyes rolled back, toes curling and body shaking. kakucho keeps his mouth on you, lost in the taste of your fluids until he feels you pushing on his shoulders.

“t-too much, kaku, s-stop,” you pant, tears pricking at your eyes. he pulls away, reluctantly, a sticky line of spit and cum trailing from your pussy to his lips follow him as he inches forward, suddenly crashing his lips into yours.

you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss. he kisses you deep, before pulling away and peppering kisses onto your jawline and neck. it’s messy, wet, and you’re still dazed from your post orgasm high. it’s odd to think about how you were peacefully sleeping not too long ago and maybe this is still a dream? it certainly feels like it, your head light and fuzzy as kakucho kisses every inch of your face.

it’s not until you feel something blunt and hard rubbing in between your folds that you snap out of your dream-like state. he’s undressed himself now, his clothes mixing with yours as if he really did live there. as if you two really did belong to one another. glancing down, you see his cock, hard and angry, pre-cum glistening on his tip.

he lines himself up with your hole and you start with a “wait-“, but he doesn’t listen, slowly sinking into your cunt. you moan at the stretch, gripping the sheets underneath you. “kakucho, i told you-“

“i can’t fuckin’ wait! okay?” he snaps and you flinch, diverting your eyes from him. he grips your chin, digging into your skin and forcing you to look back at him. desperation fills not only his eyes but his voice, “do you know how long i’ve wanted this?”

he continues rambling as he pushes into you, “do you know how fucking hard it was to watch you every day knowing that you weren’t coming home to me? every fucking day where you’d turn away from me to look at someone else? to be with someone else?”

it’s the way he words it as if you really were seeing someone else, completely aware of his feelings for you or maybe it’s the vitriol laced in each word that sends a creeping blush up on your face. he sounded so mean, completely different from the tender tone you had known. honestly, you kind of liked it.

you claw at his arms, back arching off the bed as he sinks deeper. “you’re fucking mine,” he says through grit teeth as he bottoms out. “all fucking mine.” he presses his forehead to you, hips flush against yours. “fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

he pulls himself until he’s almost completely out and you whine at the loss. he mumbles, “i’ll give you what you want, pretty girl.” right before he slams himself back in.

you gasp as he starts fucking you, his pace brutal and unforgiving, you were his and he was going to make sure you knew that. pushing your knees up to your chest your eyes roll back again because he’s just so deep. the drag of your walls around his leaking cock is euphoric. he drinks in all of your mewls and moans as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you, love drunk on the sound of your voice.

“‘m close,” you rasp, looking up at him through glassy eyes. “p-please kaku, can i?”

“can you what baby? be specific.” he tuts, but his head is spinning and his heart is swelling.

“kaku, please, i wanna cum,” you babble, tongue lolling out of you slightly. he slows down to a full stop and you desperately try to grind back against him. “please! please, i want it!” you cry, tears starting to freely fall down your pretty face.

“yeah honey? you wanna cum on my cock?” he coos and you nod vigorously, “then tell me who you belong to, who gets to fuck you like this?”

“you! i belong to you, kaku, only you,” you sniffle up at him and he smiles, finally starting to move again. you wrap your arms around him as he angles himself so he can hit that spot that has you seeing stars with each thrust.

snaking a hand down to play with your clit, you sob out, as he rubs sticky circles. you’re so close the added stimulation has you clenching and dripping around him. “let go, princess.” he says, and you do, falling apart on him. legs kicking wildly, your pussy squeezes down on him and he follows you soon after, thick, hot seed spilling deep into your cunt.

he pushes himself up, leaning back and gently pulling out. wincing at the loss, you turn onto your side, curling up on yourself, too exhausted to care about the amount of cum not only leaking out of you but splashed onto your bed and thighs. your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, you feel full and utterly spent.

you close your eyes, trying to calm your breathing as your body continues to twitch from post orgasm, little hiccups escaping your mouth here and there. the calm doesn’t last long and soon you feel a hand on your hip, flipping you onto your stomach. you wail, gripping the sheets, as you feel kakucho pull you back to slip into you, again.

“i wasn’t done with you,” he growls, leaning down to press his chest against your back. you can’t really talk much at this point, brain mushy and fuzzy, so you whimper out a small “mm.”

he wraps his arm around your neck, keeping you in a near chokehold as he pistons into you. the squelch of fluids and the slapping of skin fills the room once more. something about the way he fucks you is different now, his thrusts are sloppy, needy and his moans tickle your ear.

“i love you,” he chants, “i really fucking love you.” you don’t know what to say, pleasure taking over you again, so you ignore the little voice in the back of your head screaming to say it back and moan into his arm.

he moves his free hand down to hook behind your knee, sliding it up to spread your legs further. you try to keel up into him, one hand grabbing at arm curled around your neck, but he has you caged. you’re almost entirely sure you’re drooling over his arm. with your head tilted towards him, you glance up with glassy eyes, mouth open and panting.

you think he looks pretty like this, looking down at you, brows knit. you’re not sure if you love him, but you do love the way his dick slides in and out of your tight hole. “f-feels good,” you slur, “feels so, ah!, good,” you can feel your orgasm blooming again, heat bubbling in your gut.

“gonna cream on my cock again?” he grunts, thinking how after this there’s no way you wouldn’t be his wife… right?

“yeah, ‘m gonna cum,” you mewl and kakucho’s thrusting his tongue into your mouth. the added stimulation is enough and you’re both unravelling. your eyes cross with the intensity of your orgasm, as your entire body shakes. he can feel you squeezing down and milking his cock as you moan into each other.

your head lolls onto the bed as kakucho’s grip loosens. he buries his face into your neck and you stay like this for a bit, heavy breaths and sticky bodies. he gently pulls out as he rolls over, one arm draped over his forehead.

you’re not sure you would look down even if you had the strength, your body limp. but you can feel it, you can feel his cum seeping out of your cunt. your bed is probably a mess.

you prop yourself up onto your elbows as best you can, “that… was the last time… for tonight, okay?” you pout. you'd probably actually pass out if he wanted to go again.

he moves his arm off, sitting up immediately. his look is incredulous, maybe even hopeful, “for tonigh-“

“or ever!” you interrupt, reaching for him and wincing. “oh, ow.” your entire body is aching so you opt for curling in on yourself again.

“… sorry,” he says sheepishly, one hand on his neck, “i didn’t mean to-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you did.” you mumble, peeking up at him.

shame crashes over him and he gets up to get dressed, trying to not look at you. i fucked up, he thinks, until you grab his wrist and he looks down at you, a blush tinting his features. funny, as if he didn’t almost just fuck the life out of you.

you spread your arms, a blush on your face as well, “stay with me?” except it sounds more like a command than a question. and he does, getting back onto the bed and melting into your embrace.

he moves and positions you so that you’re resting with your head against his chest. he trails your lower back with his hand absently, making small shapes across your skin. it’s quiet, cozy, and there’s so many things you want to ask before you drift off into sleep, but he speaks first.

“could you do me a favor?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your head. you can’t see it, but there’s a smile gracing his face. you're warm and everything he wants.

“mm, sure?” you reply, sleepiness starting to overtake you.

“tell mikey you wanna stay at my place tomorrow.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #kakucho #kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto #kakucho smut #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten #nah i feel like u can tell i rly ran out of steam but was foo far in to give up LMFAOOOO #oh wellll if its bad smut its baaaaaddd #also the way i cringed realizing y/n isnt gonna piss after all that like girl please take a bath... im not writing it but take a bath.#pibby writing

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slut4thebroken · 2 months

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Hear me out: Dominant Neil Lewis saying this to his best friend “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Because Neil is so the type who hates it when someone’s attention isn’t on him like he’s possessive and desperate for it.

Barely proofread lol but enjoy <3

I’m trying to get better at being able to post fics that don’t have a difinitive start and end lol. That’s the main reason it takes me so long to write :,)

“Dude, you look like you’re gonna blow a blood vessel or something.” Lucian said, making Neil huff.

“She’s letting some random dickhead feel her up!” He said defensively, throwing his arms around in a wild gesture at the appalling sight.

“She’s a grown adult… She can do what she wants.” Jonathan spoke carefully, not wanting to set him off even more. “And he’s barely even touched her..”

“You know what? If she’s gonna act so careless, it’s only right that I look out for her.” He said, now sounding more determined than angry.

“Neil… don’t do something stupid.” Lucien’s warning fell on deaf ears though.

“He’s definitely gonna do something stupid..” Jonathan said to the other man just as Neil started storming over.

“Finding everything okay?” He gritted with a forced smile, practically glaring daggers at the douchebag who thought he could come into his store and touch his friend like some fucking pervert.

“Yeah, man. Thanks…” He replied, sounding a little confused. You gave Neil a questioning look, but he ignored it and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “Oh.. Sorry, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He said to you, his tone almost making Neil feel guilty because the man genuinely seemed like he felt bad about this whole thing.

“I don’t.” You said in a low voice, looking up at Neil and glaring at him.

“Yeah well she’s not interested in dating right now anyway.” He said definitively, making your eyes narrow even more.

“Yes I am.”

“You’re not even her type.” That made you scoff, even though.. he was technically correct. “If you’re not planning on renting a movie you can see yourself out.” Neil said sweetly, giving the man a saccharine smile.

“Uh… okay then.” He said awkwardly, giving you another look before finally walking out.

“What the fuck was that?” You hissed, gently elbowing him in the stomach to get him off of you.

“Sexual harassment is not tolerated at Gumshoe Video.” You stared at him for a moment, trying to read his tone, but you quickly realized that he wasn’t joking.

“You can’t be serious.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He’s not even your type anyway, I don’t get why you were talking to him in the first place.”

“It’s called making a friend. If you tried that every once in a while, you might have more friends than just the three people in this room.” You were quickly getting more frustrated and annoyed with him.

“That’s what friendship is? So I can start feeling you up then?” You rolled your eyes at his immature response.

“God- Neil, you can’t keep doing this!”

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He said in a low voice as he took a step closer, bringing a light blush to your cheeks.

“We’ve been over this,” You sighed.

“Yeah, we have. And yet you seem to keep forgetting.” He snarked. Knowing this conversation wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you rolled your eyes and walked over to flop down onto the couch next to Jonathan. He gave you an apologetic smile and you laughed quietly in response. Honestly you were surprised Neil didn't have a problem with you interacting with his friends. Maybe he just knew that they wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and make a move on you.

“You're welcome by the way, for saving you from that creep.” He called out, making you roll your eyes again with an exaggerated huff. You’re not going to ever admit it because he’d start using it as an excuse for acting like this, but you were a little uncomfortable with the way that guy was touching you. Sure it was a playful hand on your shoulder, but you felt embarrassed and awkward, especially because you could practically feel Neil’s eyes on you throughout the whole interaction.

“I was fine.” You grumbled, sinking into the couch a little and sulking. Truthfully, you kind of liked his protective nature. It made you feel wanted. But the longer this went on, the stronger that feeling became, making him even more overbearing to the point where you wondered if you’d ever actually be able to get a boyfriend while you were still friends with Neil.

#neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #smut prompt list #smut prompts

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rae-and-mezo · 1 year

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The legacy characters reacting to mc/you kissing them?

A/n: I assumed you meant the first kiss...if I am wrong please let me know! I really liked this one, fluff is my forte. If you guys would like a girls version, let me know! This just got waaay too long lol.

Sebastian Sallow:

Alright. To go in order, he is surprised, flustered, and then overjoyed.

I imagine you're trampling through the woods in search of some potion ingredients. After all, Sebastian despises paying for things he can easily grab from the wild.

So the two of you are searching for a white flower with a blue and pink center. It's harder than it looks but you're having the time of your life being so far away from anyone but each other.

Sebastian thought that maybe this would become a patronus memory. He wasn't wrong!

"There it is!" You exclaim out of nowhere. He turns to see your outstretched hand reaching for a clearing in the cliffs. A cave. The flower is in a small, narrow cave.

Magic is forbidden outside of Hogwarts grounds, and somewhere long ago you had passed the border. So a summoning charm is out of question.

Sebastian hoists you on his shoulders so you can wriggle into the small space. And, of course, you do. There is a small moment of panick where you thought that you might be stuck, but he helped you out smoothly.

Of course, you have to thank him with a kiss. So yeah, you stand on your toes and plant a small kiss on his lips. The two of you had been dating for less than two weeks and you were tired of him not making a move to kiss you.

Unbeknownst to you, he was going to kiss you as a little reward to himself for saving you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. He wouldn't let you off with ONE kiss!

On the outside he is calm and collected but on the inside, he is so giddy it's almost contagious. The most amazing person at Hogwarts just kissed him? And he's kissing them again? Yeah, he smiles into the kiss and has to bite down a happy giggle.

Ominis gets SUCH an earful that night!!

Ominis Gaunt:

Mans is the definition of "Pining."

Everything you do has him absolutely enamored, willing for more. And when I mean everything, I mean he's listening you tend to a flobberworm with a HUGE grin. But, he never makes a move because, well, you're the hero of hogwarts! Surely you could do better than a blind, cold, Gaunt.

He agreed to spend the afternoon with you in your Vivarium. After all, he loves animals! Maybe not as much as Poppy, but he definitely is in his happy place. Warm grass, sunshine, a Mooncalf laying it's head on his stomach, and most of all, you!

His smile grows impossibly larger once he hears you laugh. "Ominis, he just rolled over! The worm!" There wasn't much incredible about worms in his opinion, but you were excited and that made it worth it.

"That's incredible! Maybe you can train them like dogs!" You flopped down on the grass beside him and smiled at his comment. "I bet I could learn to make leashes for them. Considering they don't have necks, it would be a challenge."

You were close. So close. Was that new perfume? Ominis went into overdrive, subtly scooting away from you. He couldn't stomach the thought of you hearing his heart beat out of his chest after all.

"Ominis?" He craned his head in your direction. Was he blushing? Oh merlin, he hoped not.

"I was just talking about Hogsmeade, are you alright? Usually you jump to go to Honeydukes." Genuine concern laced your voice and he smiled. You always were just too kind.

"Fine, sorry. Go on."

But you were silent. It wasn't until he felt a weight against his arm that he realized you had moved closer.

"Ominis, has anyone told you that you're gorgeous?" You laughed at his guffaw. "No...?"

"You are. Beautiful, even. Handsome if I do say so myself."

Your breath tickled his ear. How fast does a heart have to beat in order to explode? He dreaded to find out.

"MC..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Can I kiss you?" You offered instead.

His mind was screaming at him to decline, screaming that he would somehow hurt you, but his heart took charge and he found himself nodding.

If he thought you smelled sweet, you tasted sweeter. And he sighed at a gentle kiss. His heart calmed down, everything seemed to calm when you were touching him.

Carefully he placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss.

As he felt you smile into the kiss, all his worries about not being good enough went away.

You were here, with him, and that's all that matters.

Garreth Weasley

Golden retriever boyfriend!!

Technically (and I use technically very loosely here,) You guys aren't dating.

But he calls you pet names and you kiss his cheek, one of you is always sneaking the other into your dorm for cuddles, and hand holding is almost a second reflex.

So yeah. Other than not being labeled as partners, you guys are dating.

And it's after quidditch that you guys...make it official.

It was the house cup and you both were playing. Whether it be both for Gryffindor or Gryffindor versus your house, the two of you are up in the air.

After not having Quidditch fifth year, it's a warm welcome to be up and fighting for your house!

The game was intense, and you could hear your friends screaming for your victory in the stands.

A large number of people had gathered outside of the pitch as well. The house cup always drew former students back to watch their old house win.

All the attention must have gone to your ego, because you were playing amazing!! Even your rivals were gawking at you. Of course you were good at quidditch before, but the extra attention makes you a superstar!

And so when the snitch is caught and the crowd goes wild, the pure Euphoria washes over you in a wild wave.

You had won, and you had won in a landslide.

Garreth is spotted and you don't think twice before jumping from your broom to his, laughing at his confused expression.

"We won!!" You exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulders and smiling so wide it hurt. "We won the house cup!"

"I kno-" Garreth is cut off by you grabbing his face by the cheeks and kissing him hard. His face goes almost as red as his hair!

The broom stutters underneath you and he quickly calms it down, grabbing onto your waist and kissing you back just as passionately.

Well, Natty catches you guys, noticing you aren't on the ground celebrating and her laugh is what makes you break apart. With embarrassed glances, the two of you follow Natty back down to the pitch.

Leander Prewitt:

Boy is too confident in his mistakes.

By that, I mean, he asked you on a date to the three broomsticks. It went well and you were feeling all fuzzy...until he tried to kiss you.

Of course you didn't mind being kissed by him but he goes in with all his confidence and smashes his forehead against your nose, causing it to bleed. So he goes to grab a napkin but knocks his chair over and it lands on your foot. Then, picking it up, he bumped into the table and spilled your butterbeer. The hot liquid went right into the woman at the adjacent table's lap.

So, naturally, he helped you stop the bleeding and then he ran. He's been avoiding you since then and your feeble attempts at finding him don't work.

He's...a mess.

Garreth comes and finds you a couple days later and he can't even keep the irritation out of his tone while he tells you that Leander would like to speak to you. Meet him at the DADA tower tonight.

He walks away before you can ask him what time.

You waited for three hours and your annoyance grew by every moment. Of course you didn't blame Leander, Garreth didn't tell you what time! To your knowledge anyway. No, Leander CHOSE not to give a time because he heard Sebastian talking about how feelings intensify after a waiting period.

Welp. Not exactly what he meant, Leander, but okay.

When Leander peeks around the corner, he thinks you don't notice him, but oh boy, you do.

"Can you BELIEVE Garreth didn't give me a time? I have been waiting for three bloody hours! Gah!" You slammed your book shut and stood to face him. "It's okay. What would you like to talk to me about?"

He's too busy mentally beating himself up to answer you immediately. "Oh, uh," He stutters after a few seconds. "I just wanted to say that I am so, so very sorry for how our date went."

"It's not your fault, Leander, don't worry! And Nurse Blainey fixed my nose. No worries."

He still didn't look convinced. Even though you had to stand on your toes, you stood and kissed him lightly on the lips. "It's all alright, Lee."

Okay he malfunctioned. Mans just stopped working.

Slowly his face goes pink and his smile grows. He might be a loser sometimes, but hey. He's your loser.

Amit Thakkar.

So, so Awkward.

Yes, he likes you. Alot. But you don't like him that way, and that's fine! He values your friendship anyway. Well, he thought you didn't like him that way.

Truth be told, you were absolutely smitten with him!

Who doesn't love a handsome and smart, not to mention sweet boy?

The only person who knows this is your best friend, Poppy.

And of course, she is determined to get the two of you together. Because if she heard you ramble on about liking him but knowing he doesn't feel the same one more time, she might just lose it.

So in History of Magic one day, she notices Amit isn't glued to the board. He's scribbling in his notebook, but- wait. He's blushing.

She takes the seat next to him, leaving both you and Amit confused. He's quick to turn the page. This doesn't discourage your friend whatsoever. Instead, she just smiles to herself. When Amit isn't looking, she switches their notebooks and comes back to her normal seat next to you.

"I have something for you."

You can only blink at her. After all, she was acting very strange. "O-okay?"

And she hands you his notebook, flips a page, and wow you are face to face with a page of love poems. Mostly original ones too. Written in your house colors, describing someone who could only be you.

"I told you!!" Poppy hisses at you with a triumphant smirk on her face.

After class, Amit stayed behind to look for his notebook. You stayed behind to give it to him.

"Poppy had this." You can't meet his eyes.

Oh no. He knows what you read.

"Mc! It's not- I didn't mean to- Oh merlin MC, I'm sorry you had to read that."

His face is PALE because he is convinced you think he's weird and want nothing to do with him now.

"No, no, Amit don't apologize! I thought they were incredibly sweet."

Oh great, now they're trying to make him feel better.

"Really, I did." You continued. "I- I have my own Poems actually. I mean I didn't write them myself but I like Poetry. Alot. I guess what I want to say-am trying to say I mean- is that I feel the same way about you."

Amit went from pale to flushed in record time. "You do? I-wow, okay-wow."

An awkward silence filled the room before your enchanted watch dinged, letting you know that you were late to Charms. "I have to go...will you meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight? After dinner?"

He is still blushing as you lean in to kiss his cheek. With a shy half smile you leave the classroom, smiling to yourself. He is left standing in place, a hand over where you kissed his cheek and a shy but ecstatic grin on his face.

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joels-shitty-puns · 7 months

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 2

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.8K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

I had a real rough time figuring out the proper voice for Pedro's dialogue and I hope I did him justice. Either way, the support I received for part 1 is astounding and completely unexpected! Thank you all for reading and let me know what you think :) I plan to continue until the story wraps up, but I don't know how many parts that will be. I hope to post every couple days, but with my work schedule it may be less speedy. Here we go!

You walk in the door, unclipping Skip's leash, slipping off your shoes, and dropping your keys on the countertop before flopping onto the couch and unlocking your phone. No. Fucking. Way.

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk) replied to your message.

You dissected each letter of the username, assuming it couldn't possibly be THE Pedro Pascal… but it was. It really, really was. You clicked the message, holding your breath.

Pedro Pascal replied to you: "Hey, you don't need to thank me. I didn't say anything that wasn't true. That guy was out of line. You deserve happiness and I'm sorry for the harsh words you've been hearing. I appreciate you sharing your vulnerability with the world and hope that you will continue to be your genuine self and ignore the comments trying to make you be someone else. Don't listen to those people."

You stared in disbelief at his words, once again wondering why he would ever be so kind to someone he doesn't even know. Someone so childish and stupid to write a song about a man she doesn't know. I can't imagine he'd think these things if he knew it was about him…

You: "Thank you Mr. Pascal. I'm a big fan of yours and hearing that you're in my corner has me completely at a loss. I can't imagine why you would risk damaging your image by defending a girl…" No… don't say girl, it makes you sound like a child. You want this guy to like you! You backspace with a slight feeling of ridiculousness over the whole scenario. Ugh it's all wrong… calm down... calm down… it's just a conversation. He doesn't know you. He doesn't like you. Don't make it weird like you always do.

You try again.

You: "Thank you Mr. Pascal. I really admire your work and for you to say such kind things to me… to think that you're in my corner, has me completely at a loss for words. I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment when you don't even know me, especially when coming to my defense could potentially harm your image… but thank you."

He read it almost immediately. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you felt like you could throw up from the anxiety and adrenaline. After a few seconds, those stress-inducing dot-dot-dots appeared to show you he was typing.

He's actually replying to me?? Again? Doesn't he have better things to do?

Your mind wandered to what he might be doing while he's messaging you. Sitting at his home, relaxing, taking the time to reply to you? Why? Maybe he's on a plane or waiting for something and killing time. Maybe he's- *ping*

Pedro Pascal replied to your message:

"Please, you can call me Pedro.. and as far as defending you, it doesn't matter to me that we don't know each other personally. You seem like a woman with a good heart, and all you did was share your true self. Nobody deserves to be talked poorly about for something harmless that they feel. If something like that hurts my image… then my true self wasn't being represented. I think we all just want to be seen, and I hope that you will feel comfortable to be yourself and show yourself more."

You don't know when you started crying, but you hiccupped with the overwhelming wave of emotions. He sees me.. you had just scrolled to the bottom of the long reply, when you noticed the "..." of typing again. He has more to say?!

Pedro Pascal: "As far as the subject of your song.. whether you choose to reveal that to him, or the world, you deserve love and respect. Being vulnerable and putting yourself out there is a terrifying thing to do, and I myself tend to close myself off from relationships to avoid that potential for getting hurt. But if that's what you want, you've already taken a big step and you should go for it. I hope that whoever he is gives you the respect and love you deserve."

Holy crap…

He doesn't… he doesn't know it's him right?? No. There's no way. He's just being nice… he's too nice. He's too genuine..??

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard, doing a little dance in the air, pondering what to say. How much can I share with this man? Between this crush and his kind words, it's feeling tricky to hold back from spilling too much information.

You: "Thank you Pedro. You're too kind and I can't properly explain how much I really appreciate it. I'm having trouble coming to terms with all the sudden attention, and finding it hard to ground myself. But your words are helping me a lot. I - "

You hesitated over your next words, wondering if you should open up or just leave it. Don't be weird… don't scare him away like you always have with everyone else. As much as you think of disclosing your hesitation and lack of experience with relationships, as well as your reasons for trepidation, you decide to spare him of your self-hatred. Instead, you delete that last letter and hit send.

Then you send another message, like he did. "And as far as the guy… I know I don't know him personally, we've never met, but I can already tell he would treat me right. I just hope maybe someday he will love me back."

Immediately after sending it you regretted it. That felt way too open and vulnerable. What are you thinking!?! Shit… what if he sees through you!?

You hold your finger down on the message, ready to hit unsend before he sees it. But it's too late. He's already replying.

Pedro: "He would be stupid not to love you back."

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

You: "Thank you, Pedro. 🥺" Play it cool… Play it cool…

Pedro: "Of course, sweetheart. Feel free to message me if anyone else gives you trouble or you just want to chat. I enjoyed talking with you."

???!!!!!?????!!!!! SweetheartSweetheartSweetheart

You grabbed your nearest pillow and screamed into it. "SKIPPPPPEERRRRRRR!!!!!! I JUST HAD A CONVERSATION WITH PEDRO AND IT WAS MAGICAL AND AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" You squealed.

Skipper lifted his head at you and sighed before setting his head back down. He was no stranger to your shenanigans. Napping after a good walk was a better use of his energy than to deal with your drama. He closed his little brown eyes again.

You lay back on the couch, kicking your feet and squeezing your pillow to your body.

Fuck, this is going to hit me like a truck if it goes sour. If he even realizes it's about him, probably. Crap… what am I going to do?

The next day, you woke up and checked your emails before work. Thankfully nobody at your workplace has seemed to place your singing voice to your speaking voice, or pieced together the fact that several people know you have a crush on a certain celebrity and are a musician. Thank goodness. That’s the last thing you need.

You closed your eyes for a few minutes, trying to calm your breathing, your nerves, and your heart rate, before relaxing and shaking out your body. Finally, you decided to get ready for bed and see what tomorrow brings.

Your emails come in, one by one, with one intriguing email at the top, from a well known pop-culture show called The Jazz & Ally-Kat Show. They want to do an interview with you, live, as soon as possible.

Great. They probably just want to see what I look like or have me spill my guts about my crush. You roll your eyes, and you can’t help but feel like the Mandalorian with his lack of face reveals. If only you had a cute little space baby to accompany you. I guess Skip is my own precious cargo in a way, you think, while looking at your still sleeping pup. You're being silly… Not everything needs to relate back to Pedro, you think with a sigh to yourself.

Yet despite your anxiety, you agreed to their interview, with the exception that it was done as a podcast style interview, where simply your voices are featured. Surprisingly, they agreed. I guess everyone likes some drama, and what better way to get views than by having a little mystery.

The interview was scheduled for three days from then, and in the meantime you focused on work and your album, which was mostly finished after years of writing songs. All it needed was some editing.

As the days went by, you wanted desperately to message Pedro again. You wanted to tell him your feelings. Have him confess that he loves you too. Ask him about his family, his friends, his favorite things. Meet him, kiss him, fall in love, and finally be happy. But ultimately you knew that was silly. You had one little conversation, and although it was nice, you still didn't know each other. There was no way he loved you back. Yet…? you asked yourself, hopeful, almost asking for permission to let yourself try and earn his love.

Despite Instagram drawing you in like a magnet, you held back from messaging him. You didn't want to come on too strong. You messaged him first last time. He doesn't know you. Literally… he doesn't even know your real name, or what you look like. But maybe that's a good thing…

_____The day of the interview:_____

You woke up around 9:30 in the morning; nervous, slightly nauseated, restless, and jittery. Why did I agree to this??!

You decided to pass on the coffee this morning, figuring it would make things worse, and instead decided to take Skipper for a walk. After some fresh air followed by a refreshing shower, you looked at the clock. 11:30 AM. With the interview at 1PM, you still had some time to kill and sat down at the piano, letting your mind wander to Pedro while you plunked chords out with nimble fingers. I wonder if Pedro has ever wanted to learn any instruments… I could teach him, you daydream.

Your hands dance across the piano while he reads through a script in the other room, eyebrows furrowed as he highlights another line. You look up over the grand piano and see his soft brown curls blowing under the fan haphazardly. The sun is shining in through the window, which Skip bathes under, and reflects a golden brown undertone with gray streaks in Pedro's hair. He really is beautiful, you think. His tongue swipes across his lips as he makes notes and erases, before finally feeling your eyes on him. He glances up from the script, giving you a soft smile and a wink; with those chocolate brown eyes that frequently cause you to lose your train of thought. Your eyes drift down to the keys again, feeling a soft blush creep over your cheeks.

"That music sounds beautiful, baby.." he says softly while padding up to you behind the piano. He places his large hands on your shoulders, sweeping them down over both your arms before settling on your hands, still resting over the black and white keys. You look over your shoulder and he leans in, closing his eyes as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. Just like that scene in Narcos… you think. Yikes, I really am obsessed… anyway… you think back to your daydream…

He sits down at the chair next to your piano bench, kissing your lips again gently, then the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your jaw. Your stomach gives a wave of butterflies and you lean in more to kiss him deeper, tugging on his hair while his hands find the small of your back, gently running his palms up your spine. A chill overcomes you and he-

~Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.~

Fuck. You snap out of your fantasy and turn off the alarm you set to go off ten minutes before the interview. At least I gave myself time to use the restroom and wash my face, you think, hoping to clear your head a bit now that you're slightly frazzled.

Unfortunately the feeling that replaced it was nerves as you sat down at your desk, typing into your keyboard, turning on your mic, and hoping that Skipper doesn't throw a fit over the wind or something while you're on this call.

Jazz: "Hi there listeners! We're joined by the artist of the moment, our favorite lovesick lady, the singer responsible for "Imaginary Love!"

Both women on the other end of the call applaud.

Well… not sure I like being called a lovesick lady but what else did I expect, really?

You: "Thank you guys for having me, I appreciate you wanting to get to know me better."

Despite the rough start, the ladies turned out to be really respectful and fun. You think that if the circumstances were different, you could actually be friends with them. You discuss casual things like your dog, your favorite activities and favorite pop culture topics (careful to avoid mentioning Pedro or any other actor that could be perceived as your lyrical subject), and they even mention celebrity crushes they've had growing up.

At the mention of their celebrity crushes, you can feel the interview funnel into a dangerous alley with little to no escape. Jazz was the first to broach the subject. "So… we've just discussed our celebrity crushes, and I think I speak for all of us here when I say we're all very curious to know who-"

-an air horn blares-

What the hell is that? You wonder, both thankful for the interruption, yet startled by the disruption.

They both chime in: "Viewers!!! Do you all know what that sound is!?! We have reached 1 million listeners!!!!"

To say you were astounded is an understatement.

You: "You're kidding!? 1 million people are listening to us right now?"

Ally: "You bet they are! And listeners… I don't know about you guys… but I can't help but wonder if our celebrity heartthrob is one of those million?"

They turn their attention to you again. "What do you think? Think he's listening?"

You're thankful for the lack of a camera, because you can't help but blush at the thought. You'd be lying if you hadn't already considered (hoped) that he was listening too.

Jazz: "So as we were saying… I think we all are in agreement that we want to know who he is. You sound like a nice enough girl, so what's holding you back? You've made it. You can contact him now and he'll probably reply."

I already have… you thought with a smirk.

Jazz continues: "Which brings me to the next point... I know you've had a lot of attention lately. You were signed to a record company, you were contacted by us, you've been mentioned by a few talk shows and celebrities. Pedro Pascal even publicly defended you. The radio has been playing your song nonstop and people can't get enough. What do you think of all this attention?"

You: "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit surprised and maybe a little scared," you answered with a nervous laugh. "But I am so thankful for the kind words that I receive and I love hearing from people who can relate to my music."

Ally: "You've certainly received your fair share of criticism too. It sounds like you received that before your song was ever published as well."

You: "I have, and it's been challenging to try and not let it get me down. But I'm trying my best, and the positives seem to be greatly outweighing the negatives," you state, your mind thinking of Pedro and how his messages were really the only positive you needed to get you through the dark storm of criticism.

Ally: "I guess what I'm wondering is.. among all these people contacting you.. has he?"

You try to play dumb: "Has who?"

Both interviewers laugh before Ally continues. "Nice try. You know who we're trying to find out about. Has he, the man of your dreams and star of your lyrics, contacted you at all? Will we see a romance blooming?"

Your stomach flipped. You were not expecting this question. Should you tell the truth??? It's not like they could know who has contacted you, short of hacking your account. You have had a lot of people contact you, after all.

You take a deep breath before answering. "I uh… I have received a lot of messages, some of them from celebrities."

They reply, and you can practically feel them leaning in. "Yeeeeaaaah?????"

You consider your next move, your heart really working overtime since this whole thing started. Finally you decide your answer.

"Yes. We've talked."

Looking for Track 1? Read it here!

Next chapter: Here!

~Thanks for reading! Stay ~tuned~ for more!

Taglist: Let me know if you want in :)

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diazsdimples · 4 months

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Fuck It Friday!

Tagged by @smilingbuckley for FIF and @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela and @daffi-990 for various others during the week (count this as your Fuck it Friday tag lads).

I took a quick break from writing anything cause I decided it was a great time for a menty b BUT @hippolotamus sent me a photo of a dude in a leather kilt and pointed out how hot Buck would look in it and how he'd be able to pick up Eddie and fuck him against a tree and thus, Kilt Sex Fic was born. Please enjoy the first of hopefully not too many snippets (I aim to have it done either tonight or tomorrow lol)

When Eddie had suggested that he and Buck attend a Scottish festival he’d seen advertised, he hadn’t really expected Buck to take him up on the offer, much less turn up at home two days later with two kilts and a shit eating grin. In Eddie’s mind, they would wander down to the local park where it was being held, he’d sit back and watch as Buck tries to toss logs and fling axes and turn to Eddie with bright eyes and a wide grin that would say “Didya see that? Did I do good?” and Eddie would slowly fall in love with him all over again. However, all that goes out the door completely when Buck dumps the kilts on table in front of him, nearly knocking over Eddie’s coffee cup, and gestures to them proudly. “What the hell are these?” Eddie asks with a quirked eyebrow, poking suspiciously at the tartan with his forefinger. Buck flops himself into the chair beside Eddie and steals a sip from his coffee cup. “Kilts!” he says with a grin and he drags one off the table and holds it up to show Eddie. It’s long, and dark, and made out of what looks suspiciously like faux leather, and almost certainly purchased from a sex shop. “I thought we could wear them to the festival tomorrow!” If Buck had a tail, it would be wagging so hard right now. The kilt beneath the leathery black one isn’t much better. Sure, this one is a bit less obviously leathery, going for a softer, less shiny look, but that doesn’t distract from the thick, studded belt that wraps around the waist. It’s also much, much shorter, probably coming to halfway up their thigh, Eddie reckons. He’s half expecting it to come with a chastity belt. Eddie pinches his nose, trying his best not to laugh because Buck is clearly thrilled with himself, and lets out a long breath. “Buck, sweetheart, I love you so much and I’m delighted that you like these but there is no way I can wear either of these out in public.” The grin immediately falls off Buck’s face and his lips turn down in an admittedly adorable pout. “Why not?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused, “Is it because they’re not proper tartans? There’s no Clan Buckley so I couldn’t use one for my family and I don’t even know what my Mom’s maiden name is, and Diaz isn’t super Scottish so I didn’t look for one of those either, but what’s wrong with these? They look cool!” The fact that they, admittedly, do look cool is not what Eddie’s taking issue with. It’s more the fact that he’s going to have to walk around, in public, with a semi the whole time if Buck goes anywhere in a leather kilt. He’s doomed, done for, absolutely fucked. And, to make matters worse, Buck stands up from the table and grabs the bigger of the two and deftly wraps it around his waist, doing up the two sets of buckles with quick fingers before he whips his shirt over his head and stands with his arms out from his side, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and Eddie’s mouth goes dry. Yeah, there is no way he can survive Buck walking around like this. The kilt hugs his hips low and tight, exposing just enough of that perfect v for Eddie’s imagination to run wild as he follows Buck’s happy trail from his bellybutton to where it disappears below the leather. Buck’s intentionally flexing his abs, preening under Eddie’s obvious attention, and looks just like a Greek God. Scottish God? Either way, he looks like fucking dream and Eddie can feel his cock thickening as he drinks in every detail of Buck’s image. Eddie leans back in his chair, his breath hissing out of him like a deflating tyre, and he gestures to the bulge that’s steadily growing in his pants. “That’s why not.”

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @housewifebuck @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @steadfastsaturnsrings @fortheloveofbuddie @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @fruitandbubbles @eddie---diaz @nmcggg @bucksbackwardcap @buckbuckgoose @fionaswhvre

#can't guarantee that this will be depraved but it'll be sex!#in kilts #buddie #eddie diaz #911 buddie #evan buckley #911 abc #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #evan buck buckely #911 #buddie smut

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be-my-ally · 1 year

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treat me nice (Innocent Elvis Request)

Hello darling anon, this is just a teeny little fill for the prompt - I loved it and wanted to use it in one of my longer stories before I realised I’ve pretty much established that he goes hard for swallowing in all of them lol so a short little standalone for you!

I couldn’t decide on an elvis to write this for, and I was debating between 50s elvis + bde, and then I thought well why not just do both - So here’s a little 2 for 1.

summary: elvis accidentally cums on reader's face - that's it. that's the plot.

pairing: elvis x reader (implied fem but never actually described) - I'm imagining 57-59!elvis + 71-4!elvis on the cusp of bde, as pictured below,- but I think the descriptions are limited enough to let you picture whenever.

warnings: 18+, oral - p receiving, teeny bit of daddy kink.

wc: 2040 total

50s!elvis (wc: 1060)

You’re in a little bit of shock at how you’ve found yourself here, in a closed train carriage, kneeling in front of Elvis Presley. You had no idea how you’d won out from the crowds of other girls at the station, but somehow you’d found yourself pulled out and onto the train, invited back to his new house that he apologised to you wasn’t yet decorated quite how he wanted it to be but he’d love to show you around regardless. That was a couple of hours ago on the long journey down and you’d spent the time chatting and giggling. Not very long ago he’d pulled you down onto the chair next to him, drawing you into delicate, gentle kisses. You genuinely couldn’t tell someone how you’d ended up on your knees though, how you’d gone from gentle, harmless, kisses, fingers brushing down his barely there lace shirt to pulling his cock out from his trousers.

You’re a little younger than him, although not by a lot, but you think you might have more experience, even with his reputation, if you’re judging from his shocked expression at how you handled him and the blush on his cheeks. You smile, kneeling forward to kiss his uncut tip.

“I uh, sorry - it’s not, I don’t - we, uh, didn’t have a whole lot of money and I,I, know it’s not what -“ You cut him off,

“Nothing to apologise for, it’s gorgeous.” He can tell you’re being sincere and smiles down at you a little bashfully, his front few locks of hair breaking free from their gel and flopping over his eyebrows, stuttering a reply.

“Oh, o-oh well, well then I guess - guess that’s all alright then, if you say so.” You wink at him, before keeping your eyes on him as you lick a stripe down his length. He groans as you maintain eye contact sinking your mouth down onto him. He bucks up, thighs straining to spread further but restricted by his trousers still around his thighs. You laugh, a little cruelly, as you help him shove them further down. He whimpers when you go back down, and it’s a gorgeous noise, so gorgeous it makes you determined to try and make him do it again. You hum a little tune on him, causing him to wriggle like a worm on a hook, and when you glance back up at him you can see his eyes are tightly closed, his mouth tight with the effort not to make too much noise. That won’t do - you push your throat onto him, your nose practically touching him, before pulling off almost all the way and going back down. That gets a reaction out of him.

“Uh-uh, oh.” He’s whining, little noises filling the coach, high pitched in a way that you notice is similar to his singing - reminding you once again who it is in front of you. You do the same motion again, but when you pull back this time you circle his head with your tongue while trying to maintain a level of suction. His hips jerk and he keens, you pull back and off, giving him a second to recover, watching with amusement how his cock jerks in the air, dribbling from the tip, foreskin back and clear. His mouth falls open as you blow on him a little, and he can’t stop the little pleading questions and noises from tumbling out of his mouth.

“Oh, oh gods baby, please, you hafta, you gotta put it back baby, you gotta, need to be back in you, you’re so warm, so wet, darlin’ I need it back.” You do as he requests, redoubling your efforts to bring him to the edge. It’s not something good girls should be proud of but you are aware you have some… skills in this area, and your lack of gag reflex allows you to take all of him down your throat - something that has him throwing his head back, mussing his hair up further, and moaning at the feeling.

It’s not long before you feel his hands move from where they’ve been clenching on his thighs to your head, and you can feel him tightening beneath you - but then suddenly, he’s pulling out and you’re taken aback at how rapid the movement is, considering you could literally taste him starting to cum in your mouth, but before you have time to think or say anything you can feel the rest of his release hitting your cheeks. It’s not entirely unwelcome, although it is unexpected but when you blink up at him you can see the sudden panic on his face as he rapidly starts to apologise.

“Oh god, sweetheart - I’m so sorry, oh no that’s dist’gusting baby, oh, ‘m sorry, sorry - I didn’t, didn’t wanna finish in you, ain’t right to do that to a lady. … But oh no, its all over your face now.” You don’t want to laugh at him but you can’t help but giggle, not expecting him to be so cute, so sweet.

“Elvis, honey, it’s ok, it’s fine - it’s fine, I like it.” He’s clearly bewildered by this unexpected reaction and he goes silent, mouth open, blue eyes wide and anxious, staring down at you. You can’t help yourself, swiping your fingers over your cheeks before bringing them in between your lips, licking them off one by one. He stares, his breathing going heavy again and his cock twitching. You giggle again at him,

“I really like it baby. Next time - you can finish in my mouth if you like.” His eyes go wide, and he frantically nods.

“Course. Course, if that’s, if that’s what you want - sure. Sure.” You smile, pleased his shoulders seem to have relaxed again from his worry - and even more pleased that he doesn’t seem to reject your suggestion of a next time. “Never had, never had anyone swallow me like that before, doll. Lost my senses for a moment then - that was, god, come up here, let me - let me clean you up.” He’s pulling you back up onto the chair now, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning you up - you pout a little at the waste and at having to watch him tuck himself back away and he laughs at you, his confidence returning. “Don’t you worry, little mama, I’ll get him out again soon enough.”

70s!elvis (wc: 980)

He’s dominant in the bedroom, and he likes to be babied but he doesn’t like to give up any amount of control, and you are, by now, used to being manhandled around by him, used to his demanding desires. So it comes as no surprise that he’s pushing you down where he sits on the edge of the loveseat in his bedroom, telling you,

“Be a good girl now honey, need you to take care of lil’ daddy now.” You get the, not so subtle, hint and obediently start to pull his giant buckle off of his belt. You can see, once it’s removed, the outline of his hardening cock through his trousers. You lean forward to mouth at him through his trousers, but you pause when you hear his voice from above,

“Gotta, gotta go back out there in a minute doll, don’t you go getting daddy’s trousers wet now little one.” You cheekily lick the fabric once, watching it turn darker where your spit had touched it before pulling back, waiting for him to pull himself out. When he does you surge forward, but then only touch him gently - pressing delicate kitten licks up and down his shaft. He allows this for a moment before taking grasp of the back of your head in one of his large hands and the other holding his cock, knocking it against your lips. You can taste him as he slips past your lips - the slightly sweaty taste of the day on him and underneath the familiar scent of his natural musk combined with the Neutrogena soap he favoured. It’s a heady combo, and a more insecure girl might feel ashamed at how much it turned you on or that you’re a little disappointed you can’t bury your nose in his little thatch of hair that you can just about see trailing down from his chest hair since he’s kept his trousers essentially all the way on. You moan as he pushes you deeper and you’re gratified to hear an answering groan from above you. He’s never a quiet partner and he’s not tonight, a litany of praises and curses falling from his pouty lips as he controls your head and pace.

Your eyes water as he pushes you down further, cupping your head with his other hand now as well, and you choke a little - causing him to pull you off for a second, you look up at him, answering the question in his eyes by licking your lips and leaning forward to capture him in your mouth again. You’re more prepared this time, and he holds you for a second, feeling your throat swallow around him and forcing you to adjust to the deeper motion before pulling you back, completely controlling the pace and depth - effectively fucking your face. He thrusts forward, his own hips helping to push you back and forth. He loosens his hands, although they remain tangled in your hair and on the back of your neck, allowing you to take more control. You hollow your cheeks, tasting his precum dribbling out of him onto your tongue, and swirl your tongue around his tip. It’s not long before his hands are tightening once again and he’s pushing and pulling you harder and quicker while his hips begin to stutter.

He pulls you off by the grip on your hair, and you open your mouth to ask why when the thick strands of his cum hit your face, tiny splashes hitting inside your open mouth but mostly falling across your cheeks and nose. You’re shocked, considering his comment at the start about needing to maintain presentability, but that still doesn’t stop you from licking the bits that fell around your mouth. He strokes your hair, apologising;

“Oh, Jesus, mama I’m real sorry about that, oh darling, I’m so sorry -“ You’re a little confused about what appears to be a pretty dramatic personality change but you can tell he’s being sincere.

“S’ok, El - you, uh, you know you’re meant to do that don’tcha?” You try to make light of it, sitting back on your knees, laughing at him and he laughs back,

“No, no I mean the,” he gestures to his own face and then to yours, “I didn’t mean to baby,” You laugh at him, cutting him off before he could continue,

“What’dya mean E, it’s great!” You swipe a finger through the mess on your cheek, and while you grimace a little at its texture as it is cooling you aren’t lying when you suck on your finger and say, “I just wish you’d finished in my mouth.” His mouth falls open and he stutters when he tries to reply,

“I, I, uh, C-c-cilla didn’t, she didn’t like it at all, didn’t like it…on her, or uh, in her. Said it was sticky - gross.” You frown, it is, of course, her prerogative, but to make him feel like there was something wrong with it even with other people seems like there’s more to it than her simply not wanting to swallow.

“Well, I ain’t Cilla baby.” And you smile up at him, watching his throat bob as he swallows looking at you licking up more off your fingers.

“No. No, you definitely aren’t.” He pulls you up, and you’re taken aback at the force in which he kisses you, unused to someone being willing to taste themselves on you. But he groans into your mouth, swiping off the last of his cum from your face with his large hands and feeding it to you on his own finger. Again, it wouldn’t be your preferred method of swallowing but it wasn’t too bad and you’d rather make him feel less embarrassed about it than kick up a fuss. Besides, licking and nibbling on his chunky fingers - feeling the cold metal of the rings against your lips was pretty hot too.

#elvis request #elvis x reader #elvis smut #be-my-ally #elvis fanfic #elvis x you #elvis presley x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months

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Patiently waiting for your thoughts on Fontaine’s new archon quest 🫡

oh man. i do have some thoughts to share.

(warning for spoilers to those who haven't played through the latest archon quest)!

OKAY, so — overall? i enjoyed it. the fortress of meropide section felt a little tedious at times, i'm begging mihoyo to abandon those awful 'stealth' 'gameplay' sections. aside from that though, i was always interested enough to keep moving ahead. i especially like how they wrote navia. the story of her and her father got me emotionally invested in her as a character, i actually teared up at one point.

i was glad they avoided their infamous 'introduce a character and have them betray you' shtick. idk if that was a quota they had to reach before and that's why they did it so often, but in any case, it made for a refreshing change. the reveal of fontaine's history, the serial disappearances, focalors and furina; there were lots of intriguing story beats. furina's story might somehow be one of the saddest in genshin yet?? the execution of the reveal and the final conversation between focalors and neuvillette packed a strong emotional punch.

onto my gripes...

childe. why. why'd they do my man like that. the buildup was so interesting! the cutscene where he helps neuvillette subdue the space whale had me frothing at the mouth. him in his foul legacy armor ... his leitmotif playing... him growling and grunting.... oh, how happy i was, naïve thing that i am. i was a bit confused how they dedicated a total of three seconds to traveler and the floating fiend going 'oh wow there's childe ig.' like ??? at this point in the story, i thought they were sorta buddies??

the space whale's execution confused me. i expected it to be deeply tied to fontaine's past, or at the very least give some abyss bread crumbs, but it just kinda flopped around and stuff. the fight was cool, don't get me wrong. but the whole 'yeah this whale is some dude's pet lol' bit just felt odd. i get that they want to prove the Big Important Name Fella is suuuper important and suuuper strong but c'mon. at least make the space whale a creation that ran rampant or something.

i could've forgiven the space whale shenanigans if we got a nice conversation with childe at the end. how did he feel in the abyss? was he fighting the whale to keep the people of fontaine safe, out of bloodlust, or something in between? what was it like seeing skirk again? how much time felt like it passed when he was in whale abyss prison? does his vision resonate with him properly again?

instead, we just get a few throwaway lines that he's back in snezhnaya healing up. did they run out of budget to book his VA?? i get they have to be selective with lore drops, but there are so many ways around that.

my last major gripe is how they went about furina's character quest. maybe i'm just an oversensitive weenie (i definitely am), but the traveler and flying creature's interactions with furina... i was physically grimacing. how did they seriously think it was a good idea to ask the person who has been tormented by acting for 500 years to give the stage another shot? imo, it would've been fine if they tried that, furina rejected them, and everything played out about the same. but those bits where traveler + the imp kept pressuring furina felt so weeeeeeird. i genuinely didn't want to click the dialogue options. if this was framed differently, that would've also been fine, but it's kinda a 'haha :3 epic paimon says teehee te nandayo reddit gold' light.

tl;dr i liked the overall experience but someone needs to delete paimon from the game + treat their characters as more than a punchline.

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cyberrose2001 · 1 year

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Reader has learned about her cousin having a baby and she wishes for a family too, but she is unsure if that is even possible since her and Prime haven't even took that step if it is possible. What happens though when Prime comes to her, offering her that choice but needing to learn how it is done?

TFP Optimus x fem!human!reader

Apologies if this feels a little rushed, I just finished seven night shifts in a row and have been preparing my things to go on a trip. Safe to say my brain is fried lol.... I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, slight breeding kink.

Word count: 2108

You are not sure if the feelings you were having were of jealousy or yearning. Looking at the text message on your phone, you cannot help the bubble of sadness that surrounds your heart. Your cousin was expecting. And while you felt genuinely excited for her, it made you realise that this, may never be possible for you. You longed for that feeling of finding out you’re pregnant, preparing your home and decorating a nursery for a future little one. But now that you are engaged in a relationship with someone who is an entirely different species from an entirely different planet, your hopes were dwindling. Exhaling a shaky breath, you sent a text back, telling her how exciting it is and that you cannot wait to meet her baby.

If it is even possible or not, the doubts in the back of your mind tell you that Optimus would not have time to raise a child with you. Your love has enough on his plate as it is and you don’t want to place the pressure of being a father on top of everything else, it wasn’t fair on him. So, you flop back on the couch and clutch your phone to your chest. Grieving for something you don’t have.

Optimus made his way through the ground bridge portal in his return to the base from a tiring battle with the Decepticons, scratches tattering his tall frame. Looking around, his optics fall on you. His tenseness disappearing when he sees his human. He walks over to you and reaches a servo to your face, caressing your head in a greeting.

The sudden contact made you jump out of your skin. You were so caught up in your thoughts and emotions that you failed to realise that Optimus had returned, “Optimus! You’re back.”

He gives you a soft smile and a nod, “Indeed. How are you, love?”

You lean into his touch once your heartrate lowered and bring one of your hands up to the servo touching your head, exhaling the breath you have been unconsciously holding, “I’m… good, Optimus.”

There is something about your tone of voice and your body language that makes the Prime seem otherwise unconvinced. Being constantly around one another every day and being the ever so observant bot that he is, Optimus has picked up little patterns and has learned to read you like a book. He knows when you are upset, and right now, he knows something has dampened your mood.

“Is something bothering you?” Optimus gently questions, he moves his servo from your head to scoop you up. Suddenly, you’re face to face with him, bright optics gazing into your eyes. You cursed his incredibly good observation skills, having no choice now but to tell him what has been on your mind for a long time.

Your fingertips lightly graze one of seams of his servo, “Can we go somewhere private first?”

He nods, holding you close to his chassis as he leaves the main area of the base to walk to your shared habsuite, unsure of what is to come. He reaches his berth and sits down with you still in his grasp, bringing you up closer to his face plate.

“May you share with me what’s been on your mind, love?” Optimus questions again. He notices your nervousness and the way you fidget in his servo, “You know you can tell me anything.”

You take a deep breath and cradle your hands in your lap. You’re worried about what he might think, the possibility of rejection running through your mind. You know that Optimus loves you, but this is such a big step in your relationship and will change the course of your life.

“My cousin… is having a baby.” You bite your lip anxiously.

The room fills with silence. Optimus is stunned, this cannot be the reason that you are upset. A new life being born is something that he thinks is exciting and beautiful, in humans and Cybertronians, “Is that not a good thing?”

You shake your head, “No, no it’s a good thing! But it’s made think about something…”

A moment passes, your heart is pounding through your chest.

“Is it possible for us… to have a baby?”

Optimus’s optics widen at your proposal. A sparkling? He was always very fond of the idea of raising and child and becoming a sire, but with the war, that idea seemed too far out of reach for him. But here you are, asking him right in front of him. Would it be even possible? How could such a small human like you bare his sparkling’s? Questions flooded his processor, this was the first time Optimus had been offered this, but his spark welled with an endless love for you, and he would do anything to make you happy.

“I am… unsure of the process of procreation between humans and Cybertronians.” Optimus gives you a gentle smile, “However, if this is what you wish, I will do my best to fulfill it.”

You look up into his bright optics, you couldn’t believe that he was agreeing to go through with his. The excitement you were feeling couldn’t be contained and you sprung up to give his faceplate a hug, gently pressing a kiss to his dermas. Deep down, you weren’t entirely sure how this would work either, but damn were you willing to give anything a try just to have a child with Optimus.

You softly laugh, “I’m not sure either, Optimus. But we can only try, right?”

Optimus hummed into the kiss, pulling away just slightly to press his helm against your forehead, “Are you certain that this is what you want?”

Bringing your hands up to his faceplates, you caress the cold living metal, “Yes, more than anything.”

That all that Optimus needed to hear before capturing your soft lips into a heated his. His glossa caresses your tongue in a delicious way, dancing around your own. A soft sigh escapes you as he sucks on your tongue. At some point during the moment, Optimus had mass displaced himself. He readjusted you so you are straddling his hips and your core is flush against his own hips. He moves his servos to your thighs, massaging the soft flesh that he simply could not get enough of.

If a flash, you pulled away from the kiss and ripped the clothes of your body, leaving you practically bare save for your underwear. Optimus groans, the feeling of your warm skin in contrast his own cold metal sends shivers up his back strut. It makes him wonder how warm and hot you must feel against his spike when he is buried deep inside you. The thought of that alone causes him to disengage his interfacing panel, coming to rest against your thigh.

You gawk at his spike, pleasantly surprised at the size and that Cybertronian and humans have similar reproductive organs. Of course, you and Optimus had been intimate before, but you both would only grind against each other’s bodies, Optimus being too afraid to take things further with you in fear of hurting you. Not once have you had the opportunity to explore each other’s bodies in such a way before, and it made you crave more. You gently touch the spike in-between your thighs, earning a low groan from the mech.

Unable to restrain himself, Optimus lifts you up and places you on the berth, hovering over top of you. He rips of your underwear and is taken aback by the sight of your raw body. Plump breasts, bare stomach, and your now exposed pussy, which he noticed is already lubricated with your arousal. He leans down and presses feverish kisses to your breasts, licking and sucking on one of your hardened nipples. You feel so soft against his glossa, taking in all the little bumps and textures. You moan when he scrapes his dentas across your nipple. Once satisfied, he works his kisses back up to you neck, sucking on the skin giving you love bites. He lifts his helm back up to look at his work, your face is flushed to match the small red marks that have started to appear across your neck.

“Please… fuck me, Optimus.” You wiggle your hips upwards to nudge his spike. Your pleading has worked, and you release a soft whine once he lines himself up against your heat. He rubs the rip against your folds, your hips jumping when it slips upwards to nudge against your sensitive clit. Slowly, Optimus pushes his spike into you, reaching just past the tip.

“Am I… hurting you?” Optimus strains his vocaliser and brings his helm down to rest against your head, “I am doing this correctly, right?”

Groaning, you wrap your legs around his hips to encourage him further, “Yes… fuck! Please just put a baby in me.”

Consumed by his primal desires, he grabs your hips and pushes himself to the hilt. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t do this sooner. The feeling of your tight walls around him and the absolute relenting heat that surrounded his spike was enough to make him see stars. It was better than he could’ve ever imagined.

You moan and whine at the full feeling in your stomach. Your pussy is absolutely stuffed full of him and you can feel him stretching you out in the most delightful way, you let out a few sobs, begging him to move, begging for any friction that will satisfy the burning coil in your stomach. He obeys and gently pulls out and thrusts back into your tight heat, creating a steady pace that leaves you crying out.

“You humans… “ Optimus groans out, his vents working on overdrive, “Are the perfect carriers.”

“So tiny, so soft. You are loving this, aren’t you?” He gives you a hard rock of his hips, the tip of his spike grinding against your g-spot, “Do you want me to put a sparkling in you? I bet you would look so beautiful with your stomach full of my successors.”

The dirty talk was something that you would’ve never expected from the gentle giant, but boy did it drive you insane. You gripped onto his chassis as be pounds into your aching pussy, unrelenting and powerful. Hell, if this is what sex with Optimus Prime is like, you’ll most likely end up with more than one child. His spike is addictive, the way it disappears into you and fills you is heavenly and you let a filthy moan escape your lips.

“Optimus… fuck yes!” You cry out at the feeling of him quickening his pace. The words that try to leave your mouth end up jumbled and unintelligible, “Iwannabeamotherpleasepleaseplease!”

A growl like noise eminates from his vocaliser at your words and you can feel the vibrations run down his frame, he grips your hips and lifts them from the bed to thrust into your pussy at an animalistic pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool runs down your chin, and before you know it your body begins to shutter with the electric euphoria of your orgasm. Optimus moans increadibly loud as your walls squeeze around him, the thrusts of his hips staggering as he feels his own overload overcomes him.

Before he hits his release, Optimus reaches a servo down to your clit, rubbing feverish circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream out at the overstimulation and Optimus grits his dentae as you squeeze around his spike even more, grunting as he presses himself flush against your hips. He shoots his transfluids deep inside you making you whine and arch your back. Your lover leans down to silence you with a passionate kiss as he pumps as much as he can inside you.

A few glorious moments pass, and you are absolutely stuffed full of his transfluids. It drips down your thighs and onto the berth below. Optimus pulls away from the kiss and goes to pull out, but you wrap your legs around his hips to prevent him from doing so.

Optimus gives you a breathless laugh, rubbing your hips in small circles with his servos, “Was that satisfactory, my love?”

You nod your head, pulling his helm down to give him a kiss. Optimus hums in delight, moving a servo to caress your soon-to-be swollen tummy. He prays to Primus that the both of you will be blessed with little ones, but until then, he will take care of you as if you are already sparked.

“I can not wait to meet them.”

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moonshynecybin · 7 days

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"Pecco does NOT want marquez in the team as my highly paid Ducati spies have told me" -- Oxley bom podcast. Yeah who would have thought, Pecco is so transparent 😂😂.

So I am assuming that Pecco's issue is Marc's riding style mildly (Significantly?) colored by rosquez issues. But honestly, as seen in the past, having a strong rival makes you better, maybe you don't win as much but it pushes you to learn to ride to the brink, to try different things. I feel Pecco needs that now to elevate him as a rider. Does he want to be the perfect Ducati rider or does he want to go beyond that particular bike. Simply put somebody needs to rock his safe space (not to take away from the immense effort he put into learning the bike those 2 championships speak to his hardwork also not saying he is not kinda flopping now out but Marc is a different kind of a kick)

yeah lmao pecco is not going to see it that way though. lol. like. he won them two back to back titles and is by all accounts the number one rider for their team and on that bike. and then they bring in a rider that is maybeee the only one on the grid that can genuinely work him into an enraged italian lather. which. it should be noted marc did on purpose because he sucks and i love him

IF marc beats him on that bike its going to (at least in pecco's mind i think. and quite possibly MANY pundits) put a big fucking fat asterisk on his last two title wins as. okay well marc was injured so pecco won. and marc was on a murder bike so pecco won. and potentially this year marc is at an independent team so pecco won (we shall. SEE !). and it think that would literally drag at every one of peccochino's delicious little insecurities....

like marc took this gresini deal for a LOT of reasons (the honda WAS trying 2 kill him) but one of them was to answer the question: "can marc still do it." a question asked of him not only by marc HIMSELF but ALSO all of the other manufacturers on the grid who are about to enter the marc marquez factory seat sweepstakes, were. rest assured. EVERYONE is now even moreeeee interested in locking his insane pussy down into a deal. its a lot easier for marc to guarantee himself a seat at the ducati factory team if he slays on the year old bike, AND spending time at an independent team where his emotional support brother can be there to cushion the blow puts less pressure on him to perform. like he knowsssss how risky a move like this can be for a rider and their reputation (STILL a dark mark on vale's story) and i think he very strategically laid out a path where he is going to have a lot more leverage going into 2025 in ADDITION to soothing his own neuroses about leaving honda. so yeah pecco might just have to get used to it lmao. because if he DOES go to ducati its going to be a full season of this

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#to be clear pecco won those titles because he slays. but.#motogp #callie speaks #marc marquez #asks #pecco bagnaia #marc is smart lmao get ready pecco

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showtoonzfan · 8 months

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Legit question about Striker that’s made me confused. I’m not knowledgeable about this stuff so forgive my ignorance. What do you think of Striker’s view on higher/lower class demon couples and it’s portrayal? This episode paints him out to be a supremacist while before that he was just anti-rich, but at the same time, since what species you are determines what your status and position is, can he be anti-rich without being racist of some kind? How does his kidnapping and disgust for Blitz and Fizz plays into this? Is it just a retcon to make him look bad and wrong?

Just wanted to see what your thoughts about him were since you mention his portrayal in the more recent episode, something I haven’t seen that many people mention

Striker isn’t racist at all though, that’s the thing. He certainly is “anti rich” tho. Basically season 2 has ruined him from a serious threatening villain to a goofy comic relief goon, and not only that but they try to paint him as the one in the wrong when….he’s not. Striker is an imp, one of the lower class, and he hates the spoiled rich as well as the high rankings, the rulers of hell (how many there are lol). Viv has been liking tweets of him being a “bigot” as well as fans tearing into him, pre Western Energy. However, she’s the one who created these class systems, she’s the one who purposely used the imps as a slavery/labor allegory. She made these decisions and yet wants you to NOT side with the character that wants to go up against the demons who put them in this ranking to begin with? As well as Stolas, a rich and powerful demon, someone who we’ve seen as being classist towards imps? And yet had the nerve to call Striker a white supremacist??? It’s ridiculous.

The weird thing is that she still writes lines for Striker that indicate he still hates the upper class for what they’ve done to Imps, I actually like how he looks down at Fizz and Blitz for associating with royal demons, even Blitz says “they don’t care about PEOPLE LIKE US”— and yet the characters mock Striker for some reason despite him and Blitz literally being on the same page. The writing flip flops, but bottom line is the show isn’t on Strikers side. Western Energy had indicated that he even lost someone he cared about, or lost everything. It’s something that’s genuinely interesting! But sadly the show is more interested in making you side with the rich and powerful demons so-

#reply #ask #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical

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nightghoul381 · 5 months

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Flops in front of you

Hello hi

I was going to request yoshimoto but I’m not gonna make you binge his route for this little thing

Clavis.

Clavis looking after his sick fiancée who can’t sleep or talk and she’s just absolutely miserable and frustrated and emotional because lack of sleep and stuff and 😩 please 🙏

Hi loveyyy!! I hope this kinda sorta helps, it's a lot shorter than I usually write but it seemed like a good stopping point sorta, so lemme know if you need something else or more or better lol

In Sickness~Clavis Lelouch x Reader Genre: Fluffy comfort WC: 711 CW: Descriptions of pain and illness

“My oh my, what sort of emergency are you experiencing my dear? Surely it’s something quite pressing for someone as ill as yourself to be out of bed. Especially after I had just tucked you in so snugly.”

Clavis’ golden eyes were narrowed, belying his troubled smirk, and showing his genuine frustration. You had thought he wouldn’t be back for a short while, so when you found yourself feeling very thirsty but the glass beside your bed drained, you had decided to amble over to the pitcher situated on the far side of the room where a servant had just refilled it.

“I… I was…thirsty…” You squeaked out, your voice little more than a pained, scratchy hiss.

Clavis’ face softened as he pulled you close to him, guiding you gently over to the bed where he sat you down before fetching the pitcher of water and bringing it over to your bedside.

“Here you are my beautiful fiancée. Nice cool water should help ease your throat,” Clavis coos, lifting the glass to your lips.

The cool liquid provides minimal relief, but swallowing just seems to make everything feel so much worse. You clench your eyes tightly, pushing the glass away and curling in on yourself. Focusing on trying to breathe through the pain, you end up feeling a warm hand stroking your hair and your back, providing just enough pressure to soothe you and you are able to relax just enough to open your eyes again.

You let your forehead fall forward, landing roughly against your lover’s shoulder, allowing yourself to be pulled fully into his lap as his strong arms wrap firmly around you.

This illness is miserable, every part of your body aches, breathing is so difficult, and you can’t seem to get enough rest to recover even the slightest bit. But all of that pales in comparison to the stabbing pain in your throat. Breathing makes it feel like needles are pricking you, and swallowing creates the most intense burning sensation. The worst part is when you’re unable to stop coughing. Your throat feels like it’s being torn apart, unable to catch a breath and your chest aches with the force of the cough.

And yet despite all of these awful symptoms, Clavis has remained steadfastly by your side. He only stepped away when you had fallen asleep or if something urgent came up. Although, now that he’d caught you out of bed, you doubt he’d let you out of his sight again until you were feeling completely healthy.

You close your eyes as he holds you, his warm hands move up to hold your head against his chest. The calm steady beating of his heart is soothing, the warmth radiating off his body relaxing you until you’re certain you’ll end up falling asleep if you don’t move.

You pull your head free, pushing yourself to sit straight and look Clavis in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” you start, a vicious cough ripping through you and causing a pitiful cry to spill out, tears streaming down your face at the unyielding pain.

“Hush now, no apologies necessary. The only thing I want you to focus on right now is resting.”

Clavis turns you to lay you back on the bed, sliding under the covers beside you and keeping you pulled close to him.

“Not to mention, you can rest assured that I shall not get bored, I will talk for the both of us. Allow me to tell you about all of the things I want to do when you’re recovered. And after that I shall regale you with tales of my latest traps. And if you’re still awake you may just be able to catch me going off on a tangent about everything I simply adore about you.”

The depths of love and concern you can hear in your fiance’s voice is like a balm to your illness addled mind. You once again allow your eyes to flutter closed, feeling a soft kiss pressed against your forehead as Clavis begins to tell you of his plans for the two of you to travel and try out a newly invented contraption that some nobleman had come up with.

Peace overcomes you as you finally feel your consciousness drift away.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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*casually slides into asks*

The Creator having to be taught the language of Teyvat, except they don't realise that each country has their own seperate language and so they are just mixing and matching phrases from each of the languages and no one has any idea what they are saying

*slides back out of asks*

Hello hello my regular customer 💃

Before u slide out, have a cookie for the road! 🤲🍪

Ok but this would actually happen to me

Im partial to the headcanon that theres a trade language in Teyvat, but each country has their own native language, w/sub-dialects too (i think thats the word?)

Just like what u said basically, bc like what if they dont have the trade one 💀 it rlly is just diff languages and im just over here like 😃🗨👋

(Gif is u in the center trying to talk to other people on the sides lol)

Srry if uncreative or kinda a flop i am not a fountain of ideas as much as i wish to be😔🙏

This may be only funny to me...

But i did my bestest for you beloved regular <3

Also u didnt ask for this but u got it anyway LMAO <3

(sorry if i accidentally start callin u xiao pfp i couldnt find a name to call u by)

Ok but like?? Was anybody gonna tell you???

Or like r u so incomprehensible now bc youve mashed all their lingos together that they dont even recognize any of their languages anymore 😭😭???

Yall ever heard that meme sound that has like music playing in the background and its just a loop of a guy saying "..HuH?..HuH?...HuH?"

^^^Everyone else trying to understand you

...

.....?

WAIT A MINUTE ?!%

OH GOD OH NO PLEASEEDA@!?

I HAD THE WORST THOUGHTTT!!!!

DO U JUST SOUND LIKE A SIM TO THEM??!!!

😰😰😰😰🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲💀💀💀

CRYINGSOBBING

I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS INTRUSIVE THOUGHT PLEASE NOOOOO JDIOOALLFJSLAFQ

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING ANDBCRINGING PLEASE -> GOD WALKS AROUND SOUNDING LIKE A SIM TO THE REST OF TEYVAT STOP

♧

Ok but so many people r trying so hard to teach u their language more fully so u can commit to one at least

(Off the top of head, Thoma, Tighnari but if u keep mixing them more and more even on accident he gets too frustrated and accepts it lmao, Amber, Ningguang she wants ur first teyvat lang. to be Liyuean so bad, Kazuha just wants to genuinely understand u and you understand them aw what a sweetheart, Ei once again a person who wants u to learn Inazuman first lol, Zhongli, Jean, Ganyu, Alhaitham but he'd be a terrible teacher i can see it now, Ayato, Ayaka, Gorou, Yae Miko just so u can actually read her novels abt you + have bragging right lol)

...Its not really working

Which makes sense tbh, at least to me, bc i sure as fuck couldnt initially hear a big difference between Portugese v. Spanish, Korean v. Japanese etc.

Until i like, kept hearing it over and over and finally got it

(it was easier to differentiate between them on paper than auditorily?? auditorally?!? aUDITORIALLY??!! GODAMMIT IS THAT EVEN A WORD)

But I could totally see their languages just all sounding really similar to you, or like, theres some bits and pieces from each lang. that mimic others (pantalones Spanish = pants English for example, and its like all u catch are the "pant" sound so ur like?? Ok so same language right? Hence the mix and match)

♤

So this happens on the daily these days,

U r still going and seeing people,

But nobody has managed to communicate to you that its all different languages lol 🤭

Like this below, happens all the time ⬇️

Ur having dinner w/ Kamisato clan bc ofc they wanna welcome u!! :D

And Thoma's there, and yall r at the Teahouse, Thoma just got out the hotpot (oh god🤢 ...wait is that you now, r u just like Venti saying oh Barbatos...?)

And they just started dinner but its already a problem w/ur ass LMAO

Thoma: "What do you want to drink Our God?"

You: "Ahfs kal aldsplease give me ahdhai?"

Thomas face just like "...😶🙁 oh no" HAHA

Ayaka trying to help him,

"Please repeat that Your Grace?" 😅

You, again lol: "I would dhkaied that aifjwe please :)"

U sound like a SIMMM TO THEMM 😭😭

Utter fail poor Ayaka is at a loss for once,

they're trying so hard to be polite and you havent even gotten a drink yet let alone the meal lmao,

Poor Thoma is struggling, hes just like,

"Um, uh, this one??" All worried bc now hes gotta point to the pitchers one by one until u either point or nod

AND THE REST OF THE DINNER IS JUST THAT SITUATION OVER AND OVER

U give up and just start nodding or pointing for food or napkins or drinks all like, "Oh wow my accent must be heavy today 😀🤷‍♂️"

Absolutely clueless, and they cant even figure out how to tell u lol

...

Oh god i dont wanna think about the chaos if ur also only understanding the basics of every language so not only do they not get all ur words, u dont get theirs 💀

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