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#honestly this moment lives on my mind rent free
skitskatdacat63 · 11 months
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Monaco 2010[☆]
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grayintogreen · 12 days
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I don't write smut anymore, but I argue what I do instead is probably way hotter.
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kissmiya · 4 months
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☆ ❝ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? ❞ ⋆ hsr x reader
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synopsis. whenever he wants to taste you so bad ...
warnings. cervix eating, afab!gn!reader, face sitting, dom!character, they/them pronouns are used on reader, squirting (done by reader), overstimulation, fingering
author's note. just finished a documentary on a serial killer then wrote an essay with my own free will
pairings. dan heng, blade, luocha, jing yuan, sampo, welt, caelus x afab!gn!reader / fem!reader (take this however you like because i still use they/them on reader but they're afab :p)
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dan heng is just messy asf, like probably his first time too, never really has had gotten the chance to ever eat anyone out. kind of was too busy to do that. but when you offered, he couldn't help but think of how you'd be straddled atop his chest, and his tongue just went deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole, and honestly would slurp your aftermath all up after with no shame. the loud sounds of him licking up all your cum didn't help the embarassment. but he pushed his thoughts away and finally got you straddled onto his face, and pleasure was all that was on his mind. the taste of your sweet honey just made him wanna indulge so much deeper inside you. your velvety walls clenching around his snake-like tongue was a good enough sign he'd get to taste such sweet bliss again.
type of guy to overstimulate the hell outta you just for all that essence. he has never tasted anything better. probably would finger you while you sit on the motel bed you rented for a few measly 10 thousand credits. becomes so greedy when his mouth is finally latched onto your hole just begging for you to come. after a while of eating you out, he'll just know where your g-spot is, would go so far to even say his tongue memorized it, and the taste. and he just can't get enough of it. and after everyday as your trailblazing mission is ongoing, whether you'd be away from him at the moment or just right beside him, he already misses you and your pussy so much :(
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caelus is def a big sweetheart about it. even though you think he wouldn't be the one to ask, he would. "hey i've been a little stressed lately, can you.. sit on my face and let me treat you right?", and can't help but be a little messy with it, when you finally are on top of him. your hole is right there, wet and ready for him. he's still so blushy, shy and nervous about it. but as soon as he gets a taste of such bliss, he can't help but get more, and more, and more. as soon as he felt your cum on his tongue he couldn't help but want more! he doesn't mean to overstimulate you :(( he just wants more of that tasty sweetness!
does it after trailblazing missions specifically, his thoughts do lowkey get to him while on the job, probably jerked off to the idea of eating you out, or you giving him a blowjob, but that's another story, for another day, not tomorrow, not the day after, some day. anyways, he definitely likes the idea of doing it publicly, the adrenaline of someone catching you in the bathroom with your boyfriend's mouth filled with lust and hunger, he'd keep going if that ever happened, literally just wants everything we can harvest out of you. at first he does like to tease with a bit of fingering and kitty licks while you're blindfolded. your thighs slowly choking him is such a relieving feeling to him, he can't wait to feel that exotic bliss on his tongue.
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cw: public-ish sex
sampo will not hesitate to tease the living hell out of you, does it everyday, and any day. and is not shameful at all, will ask you to sit on his face with confidence. after all the teasing is over though he will be messy with it. lowkey wants you to fuck his face with your pussy slowly because it feels that good. his nose literally covered in your wetness because of how deep his tongue is in, or how your forcing his face to get closer, as you're ab to cum!! also the kind of guy to finger you while he eats you out.
loves doing it in an alleyway in belobog especially. just indulging the hell outta your pussy while others just watch as he marks what's clearly his. his gloved finger so deep inside you, so deep inside your pussy and he just had to have such long and slender fingers, as he kept licking your blushing clit, and he couldn't help but moan into your pussy too <33 the vibrations just sent all the more pleasure into you. after that, he'll forcibly grab your thighs and put them atop his shoulders as he also sat you down on 2 small boxes stack on each other and eats you out even more. not afraid at all to overstim your poor hole. but how can he resist such ethereal tasting bliss of yours? it tasted so good he just couldn't get enough!
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welt is very straightforward. only word that comes to mind, no shame, maybe a bit, but will ask you himself with pleasure to ask you to sit ontop of his face, or at least just let him eat you out. he's been so stressed after that trailblazing mission.. he's just gotta eat somethingg.... and you can't deny him forever so one thing led to another, he's ravaging in the taste of your hole, god.. why was it just so fucking addicting? the sticky taste of the sweet little honey you produced made him wanna cum, he is indeed stroking his cock as he eats you out, he's just that kind of guy!!
more into doing it in private, prefers that only he hears how good his tongue makes you feel. so long, and it just felt so good, his nose getting covered in the sticky essence, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted more and more. but would probably ask you if he can overstimulate you more LOL. if himeko like ever just comes in without knocking, he'll literally growl, and she'll be out in a jiffy, just.. can't get the image of a hungry welt eating his s/o's pussy like a homeless man who hasn't ate in days... is just certainly shocked, calm, collected, and cool; welt yang, was so easily undone and broken by his s/o('s taste yum yum yum)..
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jing yuan has no mercy at all, and will ask you so nonchalantly, "hey, can you sit on my face i'm kinda stressed ;(" is the first text you see when opening your phone. is this really the dozing general of luofu.. asks you so many times actually, like when he's bored and lazing around he'll just ask you to sit on his desk while he eats you out. but dear fucking god— whenever you just came all over his tongue, why the hell did that taste so damn good?? so good he would literally eat you out everyday if he could just to have that 'snack'. and he wouldn't want anyone else's, yours was special, that's what he said. and honestly i see him to be the type that his eyes glow when he gets closer to his climax, and he is another one of the cock stroking while eating you out gang!!
whatever anyway, he'll pound the hell out of your pussy after anyway, don't worry! it's just 'till you can't move a damn muscle in your legs, kind of guy to just want to hold you down by your hips, or the plush of your thighs, he just wants you to hold still while he drinks the devil's wine. if he isn't stroking his cock while he eats you out, his hard cock will just be out in the open while he fingers and eats you out too <3. eats you out like a snack literally sometimes, because he acts like he didn't just eat you out half the time. like after getting you cleaned up and everything, he literally would just start asking "you want anything for dinner?", "huh? it's 1pm in the afternoon jing yuan—"
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blade is really rough when eating you out. messy and rough. type of guy to softly bite on your clit/really rub his tongue against that spot tbh HLP.. overall is confident, "hey babe can i eat you out rq im aboutta go out" "huh??". has your legs on his shoulders and roughly brings your hole to his mouth, all that juice on his tongue is really what makes him distracted from anything else, like even if anyone were to walk in on you both, he wouldn't care, your sultry moans and you cumming all over his face is all that mattered. will finger you and eat you out because he likes it when you squirt your cum out, is in love with the idea. and right after probably would put you into a mating press and insert his dick so smoothly inside there <3
the type to say i'll wash you up after eating you out but ends up having sex in the shower and literally pounds the shit out of your hole.. again.. in the bed this time.. he gives the first impression of high sex drive, breeding kink blade, what can i say? anyways, will just be so glad to slurp all your cum up after, in love with the scent, smell, taste, anything about you, and he'd gladly say it out loud. just keep cumming all over his face when he eats you out and little bladies will be running everywhere :0
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luocha, even if he is a doctor of some sort, he is either so vanilla with it, just a few kitty licks and fingering you, or rough as fuck and messy, no in between because it's either he's gonna make you cum all over his face or cream on his face, doesn't want anything in between. will be glad to finger you if he feels like he wants your cum to just squirt everywhere, mmm just sit on his face and let him do the rest. doesn't care if his hair gets messy, doesn't care if he's supposed to be somewhere right now, he just wants more of this.. essence. whatever it is, he wants more. and won't be pleased if he hasn't milked you of all of it.
doesn't care if anyone decides to walk in on you both either, but that doesn't mean he prefers public sex. just prefers these moments to just him and you. probably also has a breeding kink. while he fingers you, right before he indulges himself in you, and gets too lost and drunk on the taste, he's already daydreaming of mini versions of him and you. loves the idea sm<33 and is glad you are pleased by the idea too!! so he hopes you don't mind his rock hard cock will pound you after a few 7 rounds of eating you out! just for you <3
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can't take the word pussy seriously had to replace it with hole for that and because i want this to be for everyone/every reader!!
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lex-the-flex · 4 months
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A Touch of Red
Coriolanus Snow x reader
Summary: Shortly before the Reaping Ceremony, Snow surprises you with an interesting touch.
Word Count: 510
Warning(s): None, just pure fluff!
A/N: Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
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Huffing through the Academy’s main entrance, Snow couldn’t seem to catch a break from anything. His mind was racing, his adrenaline pumping rapidly through his veins, but most of all: he was hungry. The sounds of stomach bounced off his eardrums. And he didn’t desire food.
No, all he truly wanted was to find you. He craved the need to be by your side, especially on a day like today. After a few minutes of silently watching his other classmates in the hall, Snow ran his fingers through his blonde curls, feeling instantly defeated.
Then suddenly, the sound of your laughter broke out, and he bounced right back up. Following the noise through another adjacent hall, Snow found you enjoying yourself with Clemensia. Making his way over, you caught sight of him and playfully gasped.
“Wow, look at you, Coryo! You look amazing!” You exclaim.
Reaching to touch the fabric of his vest, he gracefully watched your hand carefully caress over the soft fabric before joking about the buttons.
“Is that?” Clemensia asks, adjusting her gaze.
“Tile.” Snow replies with a smile.
“Well you look dashing. I honestly think you’re the best dressed person here.” You announce, crossing your arms.
“Thank you, Y/N. You look lovely as ever. Um, do you mind if I have a moment alone with Ms. L/N, Clem?” Snow asks, ignoring his hot cheeks.
“Not at all. I need to get a new drink before the Ceremony starts.” She replies before leaving.
Watching her walk away, your eyes meet back with Snow’s, but you don’t have time to think as he takes your breath away by pressing his lips onto yours. Backing you into the hallway’s pillar, the faint sound of your lips molding together was music to his ears. Pressing your hands to his chest, Snow squeezed his grip around your shoulders, wanting to hold you closer.
But the buzz of the lights flickering overhead meant it was showtime. Slowly breaking the kiss, he huffed in annoyance at having to say goodbye to you.
“I’ll see you after the Reaping.” You mumble.
“I promise. I won’t let the tributes give me a hard time.” He whispers.
“You better not. I’ve missed you, Coryo.” You reply.
Glancing back towards the main hall, Snow quickly searches his pockets before eventually opening his bag. Closing his hands around your palm, he drops something against your skin. Opening your hand, the sight of a red ruby lies inside.
“Coriolanus Snow, where on Earth did you get this?” You ask, frantically looking back at him.
“Don’t worry, it’s a fake sweetheart. But no one has to know.” He answers, closing his bag.
Quickly kissing you once more, he smiles with a wink, and makes his way to the Reaping Ceremony.
snow taglist ~
@dreamliners
@xplore-the-unknwn
@princessismx
@caffess
@writing-fanics
@wetsandpaperroll
@aemvnd
@ghostfacd
@lovelybeesthings
@eternally-passionate
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y-rhywbeth2 · 3 months
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Bhaal talking to you in the journal updates is fun, but honestly nothing in BG3 has topped the one-sided conversations you get to have with this asshole in your dreams during the original games. It nicely illustrated how Bhaal thinks of his spawn and also gives you a good idea of how the Dark Urge's nightmares usually go. I feel like I'm missing things without having to listen to his ego every other night.
Look at this A+ parenting! (These moments have lived in my head rent free for at least a decade so I'm sharing them.)
"Such pride is undeserved, great predator, when your whole being is borrowed. Credit where it is due, and dues where payment is demanded."
"You will learn."
[stabs you with a knife]
[drowns you in blood]
[sets you on fire]
[disembowels you as the Slayer]
"...you will learn to trust me. Don't be afraid. You are safe here... if you behave."
"[My other child] clings to her old life as though it actually matters. She will learn."
"You will come to realize how little choice you have. You will do what you must, become what you must [...] You will accept the gifts offered to you."
"Fall to your knees! You can do no other!"
"What do I want? Your life, your soul, your body! I am the instinct that will fuel the father! I am the blood!"
"I lurk behind your soul, in the very fibre of your being. I am the only thing left when mind and reason are stripped away. I will show you what you can be, what you can do… if you simply let yourself become what you are. I can show you all of this, because I am within. I am what fills the void. I am you."
"You are to be given a gift. It is a valuable prize, one that you had better appreciate."
"You worry for your companions perhaps? Leave them, abandon them, and become what you must. There is great power in your heritage. Use it, and become closer to who you are… what you could be. Feel what is in the void. Use the tools that you are given. Become part of something greater. I am in you, and I know what is best. Each time you use it, each time you accept it, you move a little closer to the evil within. Perhaps you lose yourself in the end, but you will go to greater reward than you can know. After all, what does an eternity of nothingness matter, when you can [easily] destroy all that would oppose your development..."
This didn't work, so on his next attempt Bhaal did his best to ensure this kid would be tailored to obey and have no personality outside of being an extension of his will. Clearly his mistake was waiting until they were adults to start fucking them up, so - kill your family!
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daisies-daydreams · 1 year
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Breeding Kink Ghost Headcanons. Go.
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Warnings: Breeding Kink!Ghost, AFAB!Reader/Genitalia, Unprotected Sex, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Creampies, Lactation Kink, Dirty Talk
Author's Note: A request after my own heart. 😩 I didn't know how to write the reader so I made them AFAB (I hope that's okay).
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI
(I’m unashamed to say Simon/Ghost with a breeding kink lives in my mind rent free).
I think his traumatic childhood would make him weary when it came to kids.
Don't get him wrong, Simon loves kids. He will gladly give a friend's child a piggyback ride or tell them his awful dad jokes. He wishes he knew more about how to raise a child of his own, but most of what he knows is how to not treat children (thanks to his jerk of a father).
Both of you talked about having kids, but he'd always hesitate. He honestly didn’t want to bring children into this world. It made his heart ache to think of a young, innocent child possibly being exposed to the horrors that he’s seen (and done).
Babies love him, ironically enough. They always stare and reach for him whenever he’s out.
“Aw, look Si! They want you!” you giggled. His eyes flicked over to the baby gurgling in a shopping cart nearby, their chubby hands grasping towards him. He sincerely doubted your claim, since he was wearing his balaclava out in public and the mom's in the grocery store cast him weary glances from time to time. “Maybe they want you,” he replied, playfully nudging your shoulder. You chuckled and squeezed his hand, the baby squealing for him as his mother quickly pushed the cart away.
It wasn’t until he took you raw one night that something primal in him snapped and rose to the surface.
"Si?" you asked, slightly out of breath. His eyes were locked onto your cunt, his cum oozing out of your puckering entrance. He pressed his fingers down between your lips, slowly shoving his seed back inside you. You arched your back and moaned at how his fingers threatened to push it all the way into your empty womb.
Now he can't help but think about filling you with his cum constantly.
He won't argue if you want to stay on birth control or ask him to use protection, but that feral hunger is always at the forefront of his mind every time you make love.
His favorite place to take you is the bedroom, because he can completely fold you into a mating press while he fucks his spend into your sopping cunt.
You're eyes grow wide when Simon tells you he's finally ready to have kids. He doesn't waste a moment, either, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.
“Can’t wait to see you all round with our baby,” Simon growls as his thick cock pistons into you. Your fingernails rake down his back, thick cum from his previous orgasms sloshing around inside your gummy walls. Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth, your eyes glazed over. “Please Si, can’t-” you choked as your fourth orgasm ripped through you. His hands gripped your calves, his cock feverishly slipping through your swollen folds. “You can do it, love. Just one more,” your husband panted.
It wasn’t long before you showed him a positive pregnancy test. To say he was elated would be an understatement. He couldn’t wait to see you swollen with his child, tits sensitive and leaking with fresh milk.
His sex drive never yielded after you told him. Simon would fuck you with his cock during your early stages of pregnancy, but he would offer to finger you or eat you out just as passionately if you were more comfortable with that.
“Your pussy always tastes so good, sweetheart,” he groaned before going back to lap at your folds. You were well into your third trimester, womb full and almost ready to pop. Your toes curled as his hands snaked up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples until beads of milk began to drip out and smear over his fingertips. You moaned when he slid his milk-coated digits into his mouth, his dark eyes locking with yours. You swallowed thickly when he released his fingers with a wet 'pop'. “Fucking delicious,” he growled.
He’d help you during the entire pregnancy. Setting up the nursery, driving you to birthing classes, taking care of you whenever you have a nasty case of morning sickness. Your husband's there for you, 100%.
After your baby girl Lily was born, Simon’s heart melted into a puddle. His little one had your eyes and his scruffy, dirty blonde hair. The fact that such a small, beautiful creature could even exist amazed him.
Simon tried to hide how much of nervous wreck he was when both of you brought her home. What if something happened while he was away on a mission? Was he really ready to be a father? Could he avoid the same mistakes his own father made?
You assured him that both of you were new to this, and would have to support each other as much as you supported Lily. Simon felt a little more confident after that.
Since he's in the military, he'd have the baby care routine down to a T.
A harsh wail stirred both of you from your sleep. You began to slip out from under the covers before Simon stopped you. “I’ll get her, it's my turn,” he murmured. You yawned and quickly fell back asleep. He stepped over to the crib, Lily crying and thrashing around. Simon gently picked her up with his rough, calloused hands. The baby’s lip pouted as he brought her up to his shoulder. Simon hummed quietly as he patted her back. “It’s alright, Papa's here,” your husband murmured softly. She cooed before falling back asleep in his arms.
He loves taking her out in public. If not in a stroller, then definitely in a baby carrier. He’ll proudly parade Lily around with her strapped to his chest, carrying her through the store, zoo, etc. It's no wonder she became a daddy's girl with how much he fawns over her.
Simon's heart breaks whenever he has to leave both of you behind to go on a mission. He always felt like a huge part of his heart was being left behind, and couldn't stop thinking about how much of your lives he was missing. However, it was always the thought of coming back to his beautiful wife and baby that kept him going.
Thankfully, he returned home from a long mission just in time to hear Lily say her first word.
Your jaw dropped as the pot you were washing clanged into the kitchen sink. Simon was spoon feeding Lily mashed peas when the word bubbled out of her mouth with a giggle. He cleared his throat. “What was that, Lily?” your husband asked. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed a small finger at him. “Dada!” she burst into a loud squeal. You thought he was going to fall over. Instead, he unlatched Lily from her high chair, holding her close to his chest. “That’s right, baby,” he smiled. His heart has never felt fuller.
Johnny’s her godfather, of course. He’d come by every so often to watch her or just to spend time with you all.
All of you were sitting in your living room, a football game playing on the TV. “So, you thinkin' of havin' another one?” Johnny asked innocently as he felt Lily reach for his hand. He chuckled and held out his index finger. She cooed and wrapped her tiny hand around it before trying to shove it in her mouth. You exchanged glances with your husband, heat rising to your cheeks. “We'll see,” Simon said with a hushed voice, his hand sliding over to squeeze your thigh.
It was only a matter of time before he had you beneath him, your knees pushed near your ears as he relentlessly filled you with his cum with hopes of making baby number two.
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Thank you for reading! (Sorry if I got carried away).
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the-au-thor · 2 months
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I have an idea for Spencer Reid x female reader.
Spencer and the reader have a stable relationship. They are going through a stressful period, and Spencer struggles to realize that the reader is reaching their limit because she doesn't want to bother him. But finally, Spencer is there for her, helping her because they love each other.
If you don't like this, it's okay. I'd love to read it tho.
Love !
Hey dear one; sorry for the late very late answer. I've been very busy but I could take time to write a bit of this story on my free time. It was a little tough. I'll be talking about anxiety from my perspective although I am aware it is not the same to everyone.
I know how it feels to have your own enemy living rent free inside your brain telling you all the right things to break you. Keep fighting people! You are doing it fine, your best, don't put so much stress on your chest. Love you!
That day in the Café | Spencer Reid × Anxious! Reader
Word: 1k
Warning: Read this first!
You sat on your knees on the cold floor of the room as you tried to fold Diana's clothes, separating them carefully and leaving in a different pile those that were ready to be discarded. It had been a difficult and long week; Diana had a crisis while visiting you at home, and her psychiatrist conclude that her medications weren't working anymore and she needed a change of her prescription and that would either render her docile most of the time or leave her too disoriented and lethargic to hold a conversation.
When you and Spencer woke up in the mornings to give her the first dose; a cocktail of extremely strong medications, she would babble unintelligible and incoherent things. Every time you saw her swallow her pills heavily, you knew that wasn't Diana. Diana was fire, she was grace, and mental agility. Even with the mental lapses her illness caused, she could hold conversations, argue, defend herself, and string together five words without sounding like a poorly pronounced murmur. You hated seeing Diana like this.
Spencer was also distant; you knew you had to be patient; he struggled to open up with his feelings and above all to express them in a way that didn't make him feel vulnerable. Even with you and after all that time, you had to pick the right moment to remind him that you were a team, that he wasn't alone anymore, and that he simply had to let you in. Plus, you knew the routine would be different. Spencer wouldn't dedicate as much time to you, and it was understandable. After all, it was his mom. But he was forgetting to hold your hand occasionally, or cuddle with you at night while you solved word puzzles and he read his books. He was also leaving dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and if he made a mess, he forgot he had to clean it up. The towels were spread damp over the bed, he left puddles of water outside the shower for you to mop up, and honestly, you were also a bit exhausted. You didn't blame him; his mind was elsewhere with good reason lately. But yours was going to that negative place you had relegated to a very dark corner of your head but whose door occasionally opened to release all those negative emotions, self-sabotaging thoughts, and memories you preferred to forget. Stress was starting to take its toll on you, and you felt alone, you needed someone to hold you while you cried, but you didn't have anyone. And the worst: yes, you had someone, but that someone was too tense with his mother's situation and you didn't want to burden him with more worries. You tried to think of something else as you careful took a look into one of Diana's pajamas to fold it and stack it.
You remembered when Spencer and you were friends; you both fooled yourselves into thinking that was all you would ever be. You went out constantly, keeping a log to keep track of new cafés. One day you were drinking your coffees accompanied by a couple of donuts when he took your hand and told you he loved you. Your heart had beaten as if someone had replaced it with a drum that was constantly being pounded by a pair of drumsticks. You gave him a verbal list of all your flaws, all your traumas, and all the reasons why you weren't right for him. He invalidated each of your points. He wasn't going anywhere. If only he could see you now, you knew he would agree with you. Especially with the way your mind began to scream your thoughts at you, as if they were rioting inside you without apparent order. Your hands were trembling, and your eyes began to cloud over, not allowing you to continue folding the clothes. There, sitting on your knees, squeezing Diana's pajamas without being able to let them go because your mind was too far from your body to send it any orders. Tears ran down your cheeks, running a marathon, quickly slipping down the cliff of your chin and falling onto your bare, warm, and almost thick arms. You tried to do the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but you couldn't concentrate. You needed to get out of there; run somewhere. You didn't know what the hell was happening to you. You knew you had to ask for help, but you couldn't speak. That's when the first blow hit your face; your palm repeatedly hitting your forehead and then slapping yourself until the relief of the pain in your reddened cheek appeared, but that wasn't enough. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't stop. You kept hitting yourself until you managed to get up and sit on the bed as you tried to breathe. You walked quickly to the bathroom and tried to clean your face in a small oasis of peace that you didn't know how long it would last; you could feel the next panic attack beginning to boil in your chest. Your hands squeezed the porcelain of the sink, and you resolved to get out of there; you walked through the living room, taking the house keys and your jacket before announcing that you were going to visit Penelope. Spencer looked at you from his desk and left his office to catch up with you at the door, with a furrowed brow and a worried face. He took your shoulders, stopping your departure knowing that something was wrong because you didn't want to look him in the eye. He saw the trail your tears had left on your face, the tip of your nose red, and then the marks on your cheek and forehead.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, but you were unable to speak. He enveloped you in his arms and began to trace circles on your back, massaging between your shoulder blades and lower back. "It's okay; cry. Let it out," he asked, beginning to hear the crying come out.
It seemed like you had so much, that the sobs bottled up in your throat made it hard for you to breathe.
"I-I'm s-sorry so much. I hate crying," you murmured between uncontrollable tears, feeling Spencer stroke your hair, burying his fingers and massaging your scalp.
"We're made for that. You don't have to apologize, breathe, my love. Here; listen," he said softly as he lovingly guided you to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.
At first, the frequency wasn't noticeable, you were too aware of yourself for that, but slowly the sound of his heart managed to overpower the volume of the screams inside you, and you felt your breathing becoming easier. Spencer's hands firmly squeezed your shoulders, and you felt his fingers giving affectionate massages.
"What happened?" he murmured as he continued holding your face against his chest.
"I d-don't know," you murmured still with a trembling voice. "I was folding Diana's clothes for the clinic, and then I started to..j-just feel too much" You heard his sigh, and then a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing his lips against your skin. You felt his warm breath collide against you, and that seemed to calm you even more.
"My love, I told you to rest," he remembered with an almost tired whisper, "you've done too much this week."
You shook your head frantically, feeling more tears coming out of your eyes. "I feel like I can't do anything right lately."
That managed to make Spencer let you go to take your face in his hands and look into your eyes as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "Are you kidding? You've done too much this week. A-and I...my love; you've done things you shouldn't be doing. She's my mom."
You frowned slightly before defending your position.
"I love Diana, nothing I've done has been out of obligation. I do it willingly. It's just that...I-I feel so bad doing it because I know that if it weren't for her new treatment, she would be perfectly fine, and she wouldn't feel like I'm invading her personal space every time I help her bathe or dress."
He nodded several times with a tired half-smile, resting his forehead against yours.
"I know. I understand. I'm sorry."
"And I think that she has been through this before, and you've had to take care of her alone, and it's not fair. And now I'm worrying you just because I can't be s-strong enough," you felt his fingers caressing your cheeks and jawline as he kissed your face softly.
"Don't say that," he spoke almost sadly, "it's a very difficult situation."
"You're handling it well."
"No, I've been through this before, and every time it's a challenge."
You frowned touching his face with the palm of your hand.
"And why...? Why didn't you tell me?"
He seemed to hesitate before answering, "Because I didn't want to worry you."
You slowly pulled away from him, feeling your eyelids beginning to feel heavy from crying.
"I didn't want to either," you whispered and shook your head tiredly, "this won't work if we don't talk."
He nodded slowly. "I know."
"I know you don't want to worry me, but by not telling me anything, you isolate me, and I feel like a burden, like I'm not doing anything to help you." Spencer looked at you regretfully and shook his head vigorously.
"Sweetheart, no. You're spectacular; you do things that I wouldn't think of. You cleaned mom's closet, you washed her hair, you cut it, and painted her nails. I wouldn't have thought of that, believe me."
"But I want you to trust me; you need to tell me what's happening here" you placed a finger on his forehead and your palm on his chest "and here" He nodded, placing his hand over yours gently, and you felt the warmth of his palm on your skin "I know you've done this alone all your life, and I know it's going to be hard to share your feelings with me. But I'm here for all the time, and if y-you can accept my panic attacks and intrusive thoughts, I want you to share with me the ugly and the painful." Spencer's eyes read you for a good while before speaking again. He hugged your hand with his and brought it to his lips.
"I've been pushing you away lately, haven't I?"
You nodded "But I know it's because you've been worried"
"No," he denied, "I was selfish. I only thought about mom and licking my own wounds like a sort of solitary bear. I didn't take into account that this is new for you, and that you would feel overwhelmed. Really, my love, forgive me. You're right: we're a team. And I've been just... not cooperating at all"
"I don't want you to blame yourself, please," you pleaded almost begging.
"No. But it's something I have to fix. I'll call Pen and ask her to come; mom's sleeping and she'll be doing it for a while" he searched for his phone in his pocket and began typing rapidly on the screen "We're going to take a little trip to an old friend's cabin, and on the way, we're going to talk: find a blanket and a coat. I'll do something for us to eat when we get there," he began to walk through the living room, and you watched him standing halfway. He stopped and furrowed his brow "what's wrong?"
"I don't want to leave Diana," you stammered nervously, "not because of a panic attack."
He approached you in giant steps and took your face in his hands again.
"For years I kept my friends away from my private life. Especially from what concerned mom. I isolated myself and growled and dismissed any help the guys offered. Because I'm her son, and I didn't care about sacrificing myself," he offered you a brief kiss to look at you again "But now I have you, and I'm not willing to sacrifice you. I love you, and I also have to take care of you" he planted another one of his kisses on your lips, but this time it lasted a little longer "let's put some ice on your cheeks, okay?"
You nodded.
"I love you. I will take care of you too"
He brushed the tip of his nose against yours and smiled "You are already doing it" then you heard the doorbell, and he kissed you once more before stepping away. "I told you, right? At the café: that there was nothing that could make me stop loving you or push you away, right?"
Your chest still felt somewhat tight, and you knew there were still many tears inside you waiting to come out, but still, it made you smile. And there it was; everything your mind had fabricated, the fears and self-sabotaging thoughts started to slowly fade as Spencer held your hand all the way to the old Gideon's cabin near the woods. And that night Spencer cuddle with you while you talked. And you knew everything was gonna be alright.
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neil-gaiman · 1 year
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Hello Mr. Gaiman, I don't have much to ask, but I just wanted to share a splendid moment that happened to me today.
For years, I've had memories of a moment in my childhood wherein my siblings borrowed a rather strange comic book from the library.
It had a much unusual premise of two travelers who get into a car crash and find themselves in an inn of strange folk, telling strange tales. It was an anthology of stories, with amazing yet haunting visuals. And even if I was too young to remember these stories, it still left a significant impact on my young mind, and I find myself thinking about the comic from time to time.
For years, I tried to find the title of the these stories which my siblings and I had all but forgotten, with nothing but vague memories and key words to work on. But today, I managed to find through sheer coincidence by youtuber Quinton's Reviews on fictional presidents; that the comicbook I had read was no other than The Sandman: World's End (#51-#56), since I remembered the depiction of Prez Rikard.
I had followed you a couple of years back because of Good Omens, but had absolutely no idea you also had a hand, along with a fantastic team of artists- worked on a series of stories which was an absolute inspiration for my younger self and many others.
Other than that, I'm honestly just relieved to be able to finally find the answer to the itching question that's been plaguing my mind for years. I hope this tale amuses you, Mr Gaiman, and that you find amusement in the fact that one of your many fantastic tales has been living in my mind rent-free for 15 years.
I love that it resolved for you. And I'm still proud of all those stories.
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ariachaos · 3 months
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Hi! Your reader k-poper hc is living rent-free in my mind and I just had an idea! 🙈
Can I ask for a hc of Izana with a s/o that basically is... A fic reader? A one that is really into fanfics, with all that weird habits of a person that has a thousand ao3 tabs open in their phone. Gn!reader.
Thanks 💜
(If you wanna do it from any other tr boy it will be also great, I love them all! I just need Izana for sure bc... Well, coping 😭)
ah yes, copium for coping. i know what you mean
reader is gn! reader
c/w: s@xual assault!
ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁿᵉʷˢ: ⁱᶻᵃⁿᵃ ᵇᵉᵉᶠˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵐᵉⁿ !!
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being izana's s/o includes...
imma say this once, and i'll probably say it again
izana is NOT going to be happy with it
he thinks you're being "unloyal" and stuff because you spend more time reading these silly fanfics and junk instead of pouring all your love and attention on HIM
which... makes sense, since he doesn't read fanfics himself, but it still kind of hurts when the two of you have all these arguments between whether or not fanfic reading is the same cheating. like you say that the characters don't hold the importance izana does to you, but he claims otherwise since you spend so much time reading.
honestly, izana had to leave the house on multiple occasions because of these fights, and you've always wondered if he'll come back.
he does, but he doesn't look at you for a few days and makes snide remarks every time you pick up your phone for something. gets very petty about the fact you're not spending time with him in general.
and after the third month of fighting like that, you just dropped it completely because you were so tired of fighting him like that. so you stopped reading fanfics and spent more time with him instead.
and izana's thriving. he's perfectly happy that you're going wherever he's going, staying by his side, and not sitting at home reading fanfics and simping for fictional men that don't exist.
he's much better than people who can't hold you physically the way he does, so why waste so much time on them?
for a long time, he thinks that you'll come around and not get all mopey because you can't go reading your silly fics anymore, but there is one incident that makes him realize why you're hesitant to spend so much time with him outside.
it was supposed to be a normal gang fight. it was supposed to be an easy win for tenjiku, but a couple minutes after izana left your side to join the brawl, you're manhandled by people from the opposing gang and they just start throwing you around
and izana doesn't notice what's happening to you until kakucho yells at him, asking where you are.
izana says he left you in a faraway corner and looks over, only to see these boys holding you down while another one's straddling and groping you.
and boy
izana wishes for a moment he left you at home, where you're safe, you wouldn't be going through this, and he SPRINTS
the boys are bashed into bloody messes, but that doesn't erase the fact you were in danger when he supposed to keep you AWAY from it.
and now you're crying, hugging yourself, shaking like a leaf, with handprints all over you, and izana just watches
he doesn't know whether he should touch you or not because obviously you're not okay, but he's never been in a situation where he needed to comfort a girl for something like this.
the first person to really do anything is kakucho, who's going up to you, asking you if you're okay, if you need anything, and all that. he isn't touching you, but he's clearly trying to help.
you say you want to go home, you got it. izana will take you home. obviously no one's going to hurt you when he's right there next to you, so the tenjiku boys bid goodbye to you and their leader, wishes you a speedy and stable recovery and see you off.
and izana hasn't said a word to you since seeing you get assaulted like that.
it's more of him not being able to process the fact that he put you in danger when he shouldn't have, and he wonders if this was the reason why you didn't want to go to his gang meetings and fights.
looking at it, now you've mentioned in your arguments that you didn't feel safe hanging around dangerous gangs like tenjiku, but he didn't listen to you, thinking that it was a petty excuse not to go out with him.
and really, izana would rather have you read fanfics and simp over fictional men than keep you at his side 24/7 and potentially have something worse happen to you.
after this incident, words is definitely going to spread about you being izana's partner, so the smarter option is to give you distance from tenjiku for a while.
although... the apology doesn't come until later that night where izana finds you in the bathroom scrubbing yourself almost raw, as if you're trying to get the handprints off of you.
he stops you from hurting yourself further and apologizes then and there because now he sees it.
he admits he's a shitty boyfriend and partner because he should never have put you in danger like that or before that, even after you directly told him you didn't want to be around gangs.
indirectly says he will let you leave him if you want to leave, after knowing the damage he caused you because he was being selfish and thought of what he wanted.
it takes you a while to answer him since you're so tired, but you answer and say you're not going to leave him, and you're still going to stay away from reading fanfics as much as possible since he doesn't like it.
izana then responds saying he'd rather have you safe and happy at home reading silly fanfics than outside where it could be dangerous. he's not going to deliberately lock you inside, like he'll still take you out to nice restaurants, but he doesn't want to put you in a situation where you could end up being alone.
and for a long time, izana is very iffy about where he touches you.
not because he thinks you're "dirty" but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
but thankfully, the most reaction you have is flinching, but only when he's approaching from behind or the side where you can't see him very well.
izana may dislike you reading fanfics, but he'd rather have you do that than end up in danger.
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queer-reader-07 · 7 months
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ok i want to talk about aziraphale’s reaction to The Kiss. (yes i’m talking about The Kiss again, it lives rent free in my head)
he looks both desperately confused and angry. he’s upset in ways he can’t fully express to crowley or honestly, even to himself.
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and i think what’s happening here is that azi can’t handle the fact that crowley’s actually leaving.
because crowley always comes back. after the bandstand breakup, he comes back. after saying he won’t help hide gabriel jim, he comes back. in multiple minisodes where they say they don’t need each other or it’s been decades apart, crowley always comes back.
and this is the crux of the issue, crowley is always the one to come back. crowley goes back to the bookshop, crowley shows up to save aziraphale in azi’s damsel in distress moments. crowley is always the one coming back. never aziraphale.
yes of course azi loves crowley. i think, in some ways, he understands that love more than crowley does for most of the story (even if it’s HEAVILY repressed, and that’s on religious trauma). but azi never does the coming back. he does the waiting. he waits for crowley to realize he was wrong. he waits for crowley to save him (because saving azi makes him so happy).
i think. maybe just a little. aziraphale thought that crowley’s Kiss was him coming back. that it was crowley realizing he was wrong and that he should come back. (also, just throwing this out there. AZI KISSED BACK. AZI HELD CROWLEY AS CLOSE AS HE COULD. HE LEANED INTO IT.) but The Kiss wasn’t crowley coming back. it was a last goodbye. a last “we could’ve been Us. do you see what we’re losing? DO YOU?!”
obviously there was a lot going through his (and crowley’s) minds. a lot of emotions, a lot of pent up anger and frustration, a lot of everything honestly.
but i think part of azi’s anger and sadness post Kiss is because he genuinely thought crowley would come back. because crowley ALWAYS comes back. azi can’t admit that he’s wrong (and if i’m being honest, i don’t think either of them is really wrong per say but that’s a topic for another day)
and the thing is. crowley didn’t come back but he didn’t leave either. yes he walked out of the bookshop but he stood there waiting for azi right up until he was sure azi was actually gone.
for once he gave azi the chance to come back.
crowley didn’t hide in his car. he didn’t drive off before aziraphale could say something else. he stood outside the bentley in clear view. crowley wanted azi to be the one to come back for once. he would’ve been so elated if azi had come back and gotten in the bentley. but azi didn’t. because azi doesn’t do the coming back… at least not yet.
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lorkai · 4 months
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づ A/N: This idea has been living rent free in my head for a few months now and I finally had time to sit and write down. Might write a part 2 but idk yet. Also reblogs are appreciated!
Characters: Thirteen, Solomon, Simeon & Barbatos
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There are stupid things that are expected to be common sense. For example, everyone knows that eating Solomon's food is an extremely dumb idea. Alas you are dumb and decided to eat the pasta he had made after one lesson you had; resulting in you gaining immortality.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen is the first being to notice the change. Your candle is forever frozen just like Solomon's, motionless, the flames static and the reaper is left in a mix of feelings when she understands what happened; what that terrible wizard have done to you, poor you and your beautiful soul and mortality. She questions you about it as soon as she sees you, no matter who is around, questioning you about your immortality, about what happened and if you are happy with your decision.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ For her, this was what you wanted so when she finds out that you didn't even know about it Thirteen doesn't know how to react. You recount the day's events to her, how you trained magic with Solomon and then had dinner with him. It's so comical, so unbelievable, several humans searched for a way to obtain immortality and you just had to eat the food that Solomon prepared for you. She is crying with laughter and rolling on the floor at this point, however, the reaper will be more than happy to help you find a way to undo your immortality if you so desire.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Solomon was by your side when Thirteen appeared suddenly and he is so surprised by this information. I mean, he doesn't understand how a simple pasta can make you immortal since he himself only became immortal through one of his failed experiments, but he also didn't know his cooking could do this??? He is not at all sad about the news as now he know his beloved apprentice will live forever, however, yes, immortality has its downsides; the death of friends and family, the pain of remembering how you forgot their faces, voices and cherished memories and there is nothing you can do to get them back.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ But he is here to support you in every difficult and painful moment as well as in the most joyful and happy moments. He's here forever to be by your side, to give you a helping hand and a shoulder to lean on. Though saddened he would help find a way to reverse your mortality if you truly wished for it.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Simeon's mouth had never been so open. You, immortal? How, when, why? He listens to you recount the day's events, but he still can't comprehend how Solomon's dish could do something like this. Simeon knows that the thing Solomon calls food is capable of doing, but being able to grant immortality to someone? By heaven, he doesn't even know what to say, he doesn't even know what to do. Do you need to be comforted? Do you want a hug? Are you well? He's more nervous than you are, honestly. Simeon tries to calm you down and offers solutions to your problems.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ When everything was done and said, he felt a little happy. Angels don't know what the pain of loss is like and he wishes he didn't know what it's like, he wishes he didn't live to find out what life was like without you. You're like a ray of sunshine, so cheerful and chaotic and a welcome part of his life.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ Barbatos found out about it from Simeon. The embodiment of "disappointed but not surprised", if you subjected yourself to eating the horrendous pestilence that was Solomon's food then you knew the risks you were taking and didn't care. The lord of time holds back from giving you a good lecture as soon as he sees you. Who in their right mind would eat that??? Why, MC, why??? He wants so much to understand what you were thinking at that moment and what you are thinking now, what you feel now, becoming immortal can be a bit shocking, even more so with all the pros and cons that come along with the experience of being immortal.
.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ He is the one who helps you adjust to your new life as the years go by. The one who helps you get a house, new documents and teaches you how to deal with everything when things get too much. He already did it once to his master and now he's going to do it to you now. If you ask and Diavolo allows it, Barbatos will look into the future for a way to reverse your immortality. That's your wish and he respects it but then why does this possibility leaves an empty feeling in his chest?
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chrollohearttags · 2 years
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When I Pull Up • Connie Springer
wc: 4.0k
author’s note: plug!connie (and the aot men in general) has been rent free in my frontal lobe for a while and I had to do it, even though a bitch don’t smoke. it’s just sum bout this hc.
cw: drug use/weed, car sex, constance getting a lil possessive over his fav buyer like ugh, choking, fingering and pussy play, breeding, squirting
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"Ugh, I wish he'd hurry his ass up."
a very irritable and impatient (y/n) muttered from the comfort of your soft bed as you glared up at the ceiling of your room.
your iPhone lying flat against your ample chest as your folded arms cradled it.
it was currently eleven p.m and time was passing just as quickly as your will to wait was.
frequently lifting the device from your torso to check for any signs of a notification...
hoping the sought after text you had been waiting on would pop up.
you were listening to music, red LED lights strewn across the ceiling and the rest completely dark.
honestly, you had been bored out of your mind when out of the blue, your plug hit you up asking to chill. He said he'd smoke you out and you didn't pass up the offer.
truth was, he was fine as fuck, an absolute sweetheart to you and always have a little extra so you loved being around him.
finally, your phone illuminated and the name you wanted to see most appeared on your screen.
Connie  🍃🥺
I'm outside
instantly, you perked up and shot out of bed. Making sure you were decent, you'd go over to take a glance in the mirror.
long, jet black bundles hung down your back, a strapless neon green dress wrapping your frame and gloss covering your plump lips, you were set to go.
it was late and your roommates were either out in the streets or sleeping peacefully. Regardless, you'd creep through the dark living room and out the front door.
parked on the curb was an all black Charger; chrome rims and tinted windows on the exterior.
walking the short distance from the steps to the passenger side, you'd fling it open and be greeted by faint traces of smoke and cologne, along with that handsome face you had been waiting to see.
"Aye, gorgeous.
"Hey, Connie!"
from the moment you sat down, you felt pangs in your stomach and your body burning up.
dressed in a black muscle shirt, grey sweats, tattoos all down his arms, stud diamonds in his ears, gold watch on his wrist and gold slugs on his bottom row of teeth, Connie greeted you with a hug and nearly made your heart explode.
he looks so fucking good! And that voice, oh my God! Why is doing this to me? This man is trying to turn me into a slut so bad.
it was all you could think to yourself; so spaced out that you didn't even hear him talking to you.
"(Y/N)!"
his smooth voice snapped you out of your trance and you'd whip your head around towards him.
"Oh! Sorry.."
"You good, mama. Was just asking how you been. I missed you..ain't seen you in 'bout a week."
every time he spoke, you felt yourself melting into the bright red leather seats. He was so damn sexy, it didn't make sense!
brushing your hand across your arm, you'd glance down at the floorboards as you nervously answered.
"Yeah, just been busy. Staying out the way, you know how it is."
all the while, his eyes were glaring you up and down before he reaching down to grab something from the glove compartment.
"I feel you though. Well I'm glad you came to chill with me tonight. 'Preciate it."
"Of course, I'm glad you invited me."
in his hand, he held some papers, and a lighter, taking them out to start your session. Music was thumping quietly from the speakers and the hum of the engine were the only things you heard.
you didn't even want to move around him because he made you so flustered.
taking out the buds, he'd break them down as he spread the crumbs across the papers. The green flakes filled the brown sheet until it couldn't fit another ounce.
you'd watch his perfectly manicured fingertips move delicately across it; he was a natural.
even when doing the simplest task, he managed to turn you on. He'd run his tongue across the crease and you had to squeeze your thighs together!
flicking it around so casually..made you wish it were you..
suddenly, you were broken out of your trance by him calling your name.
"Here, you go first, beautiful." taking the blunt and letting you place it between your lips, he'd grasp the lighter to ignite it.
you'd take a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling and releasing a cloud. He was mesmerized, watching you closely.
eventually, the two of you went back and forth, passing and taking hits until nearly half it had disintegrated.
by that time, smoke cloud had filled the car and your lungs.
your heads lie dormant on the cushioned rests as your seats reclined back and you'd just glare up at the ceiling in your euphoric haze.
he always had the best shit and it didn't take long for you to get high.
during the smoke session, you'd tell him about everything that had been happening in your life: from school to your new job, even how you had started your new fitness journey.
that's what he always admired about you..how goal oriented and smart you were.
it was so attractive and if he wasn't out here, doing all of this shit, he would've been tried to cuff you..even so, it didn't stop him from wanting you in the slightest.
especially now; looking so cute slouched down in the seat, eyes glazed over but still just as beautiful.
"Y'know I'm always proud of you, (y/n)..always making shit happen, never depending on nobody for anything. I like that."
his head was turned, glaring you up and down with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
he couldn't even hide it anymore. You had his attention in more ways than one and he was hoping you'd felt the same.
he couldn't stop staring because you looked so damn beautiful sitting next to him.
but he wouldn't have to worry in the slightest because you wanted him so badly, even if it was just one night. He couldn't be your man but you'd take him right here if that's what he wanted.
"Yeah? For real?"
scooting over in his seat, Connie leaned over the console and brushed his fingers across your temple and down your shoulder blade.
"Hell yeah..smart and you fine as fuck? I know these dudes stay pressing you, huh?"
honestly, you didn't pay them any mind! None of them really caught your attention quite like Connie and you weren't concerned with what they thought.
shrugging your shoulders, you'd just laugh it off and stare up at him.
"I mean..sometimes but I ain't thinking about them. Got more important shit to worry about."
all the while, you'd hadn't take your eyes of each other.
right now, you wanted to feel his lips..his hands rubbing up the curvature of your body..and that's exactly what would happen when he leaned further and got only inches from your face.
"Mmm..well lemme help you relax for a lil' bit, take your mind off all that shit.."
his voice had dropped to a low growl as he began to brush against your soft lips. You weren't even trying to stop him, instead you'd bring your hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer.
"Really? How?"
"I ain't much for talking, but I can show you.."
nothing else needed to be said because before he could get the rest of his words out, you'd begin kissing gently.
getting acquainted with the taste of each other's tongues. Swirling them around, smacking your lips together in slow, sensual pecks.
your hand resting on the cusp of his jawline while slowly curled the side of your throat.
your voices meeting in low hums and moans as you'd continue to make out. This was all you had been hoping for and with the feeling of the weed pumping through your veins, who knows where things would go.
"..I need you so bad."
and he'd show you just how irresistible you were when he'd bring his own to your neck and begin suckling on the tender part of it.
your fingertips caressing the back of his shaved head as his tongue piercing rolled off of your jugular vein, making your legs tremble.
(Y/N) could feel a throb between your legs and you'd try to squeeze them close but he wasn't having it.
"Nah, go ahead and open them legs for me, baby..it's alright.."
whispering with a low tone to his voice that made you even wetter.
you were already whimpering in his ear but when he brought that free hand up to your thighs and parted them, you'd release a sharp gasp.
"Shit!.."
chest rising and falling between heavy breaths as you held him close. All he could do was laugh because he hadn't even gotten started yet!
even though you had just been smoking, you were practically salivating at the way he handled you so carefully. He was like a completely different person right now..
finally, he'd reach that spot you had been longing for him to touch and he'd be greeted by wet warmth on his fingertips.
that made him grunt and suck his teeth.
"All this from a lil' kissing, just for me?.."
nodding your head as you chewed your lip, waiting for him to do as he pleased. That definitely put a smile on his face so he didn't keep you waiting any longer.
with the bezel of his watch shining underneath the dim lights, he'd bring his hand to your mouth and stick those two fingers inside.
as you'd gently run them across your tongue, big round eyes glaring so innocently..he'd prompt you to lift your legs in the seat so he could get a better view.
that beautifully shaven mound, dark and glistening with slick, spread open to a bright pink like a delicate flower.
right then and there, you could see a tent forming in the center of his pants and see him mumbling under his breath.
"Tell me something..how long you been waiting for us to do this?"
removing the digits so that you could answer him.
"Since we met..shit." garnering him a very honest response and he wasn't surprised.
he too felt the same way. So there was no need for either of you to hold back. Bringing his dampened fingers down to your warmth yet again, he'd began stroking your clit before slipping them inside.
"I'm glad to hear that..because I been wanting to fuck you for a minute now."
your mouth suddenly fell agape and your head fell back against the door as he explored your insides with those digits.
the sounds of your squishing flesh driving him absolutely crazy with lust but he held it together for now.
he hadn't shifted his gaze once and yet, you were crying out, squeezing your eyes shut as you rocked against his fingers.
your knees pressed into your chest and your back against the door handle.
"..so you gon' let me have it? Can I make this pussy mine?.."
there was no doubt or question about it!
"Y-yes! Take it.." with that notion, he'd shove them deeper until it reached the sensitive pad of flesh that made you tick.
squirming in the seat, he'd wrap that ink covered hand around your throat and choke you as he fingered that leaking hole.
it had begun to stain his fingers with a sheath of milky white but he wouldn't stop until you made a mess of the entire front seat.
moaning and whimpering, you'd beg him for more, knowing you were close to a climax.
"Connieeee! I'm gonna come..please."
but he couldn't allow it just yet. You'd peak down at his pants and notice that his bulge was barely able to be contained.
if you were going to release, you'd have to do it with him inside of you. Withdrawing his fingers yet again,  he'd rub your thighs momentarily to soothe your trembling legs.
"Get in the backseat, baby..on your back, right now."
he had to feel that for himself now!
so you'd do as he instructed and crawl to the open seats. Luckily, it was fairly spacious enough for the two of you to move around and he was about to take advantage.
climbing in behind you, Connie pinned your legs against the passenger door and tugged your dress down to your stomach.
he couldn't help but to be fixated on your breasts as they popped out of the thin material..
the cool air of his AC hitting your nipples and stiffening them up.
bending his six foot frame down to hover over (y/n), he'd bring his tongue across the buds and suckle on both of them.
"..You gotta hurry up and fuck me. I can't take it."
it wasn't exactly the most savory thing to say but it was the truth. You had to feel him right now or you were going to explode.
that throbbing heat was begging for something to puncture it.
laughing before leaving one last kiss on your right breast, he'd lean up and shuffle his sweats down his waist.
you could tell just by the print that he had a lot to work with and he planned to show you just what he could do.
when he pulled it out and laid it across the lower half of your stomach, you'd let out a gasp without realizing. Could you really even take all of that?!
"Don't worry, mama..I'm not gon' hurt you. Just relax and keep your legs pinned back for me."
he sounded and looked so focus. Maybe you weren't the only one struggling to handle this but the second you felt his tip grazing your clit, you'd start whimpering and pouting.
it was too sensitive from the teasing to stay idle.
"Can I put it in now, baby? You gonna take it for me?"
"Yes! Whatever you want.."
"That's my girl.."
he had to admit, it was cute seeing you plead and cry out like that but he wasn't one for making a lady wait so slowly, he'd push himself into your aching heat.
right then and there, he nearly lost composure but he held himself together to buck his hips forward.
his body was a little contorted but he was going to make it work and make love to you no matter what.
"Nah and you was holding this shit from me all this time? Goddamn.."
never in his life had he felt pussy like this! That grip you had on his fingers was nothing compared to the way you were clamping his dick right now.
he'd gradually gain his pace and eventually, the two of you were moving in rhythm.
for now, he'd feed you slow strokes so he didn't bust too quickly but you were nutting all over him..making a creamy mess everywhere.
"You could've been gotten this pussy, all you had to do was ask for it.."
smiles were wide on both of your faces as your frames swayed back and forth, connecting as one and as if you belonged to each other.
"You're too good to me, baby. Well..now that I got it, I'm 'bout to fuck the shit out of you. Hope that's alright."
he was so cocky yet done it in the most charming way..one that made you throb against his shaft yet again. By now, he had sped up and gotten a little more fitted to your walls.
each thrust coaxing out more of that warm, silky fluid that he loved so much..
"You're stretching me out..oh my God, yes." crying out in pure pleasure when you felt him go deeper.
"Here, take my hands, sweetheart. Let me know if it's too much for you, okay?"
he was probably the biggest and undeniably the best dick you had ever had!
but you had him feeling equally as amazing and by now, he had reached pretty deep strokes. Your tits were bouncing, legs shaking and mouth agape.
"Ahh!—you look so pretty, (y/n)..letting me drill your shit like this. I'm so proud of you..taking my dick so good."
with your fingers intertwined, he'd lean down and slide his tongue into your mouth, letting them twirl as well. Subtle moans humming through your pressed lips.
"And you're so fucking tight..but look at how quick you opened up for me..oh shit."
being doted on like this was causing butterflies to swell in your stomach and your cheeks to burn. Especially when his voice was ascending to a high pitch.
he wasn't ashamed to admit that you had him weak though.
soon, those laced hands creeped up to his shoulder blades to claw into his back.
he was pounding your sensitive pussy, going deeper and you didn't know how much longer you'd be able to withstand it.
that pressure was swelling and growing harder to contain by the second.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck...I'm gonna come, daddy! I can't hold it anymore, please!"
faint tears were streaming down your puffy cheeks from the restraint of being edged like that and you'd make one hell of a mess.
you tended to wet things up and quite a lot when you climaxed!
but all that did was make him more excited and rather than stop you, he'd press his thumb pad to your clit and stroke it while glaring into your eyes.
"So do it..the fuck you waiting on, mama? Get your nut, go ahead."
encouraging you to release. He could still feel you squeezing him pretty tight though. So he'd lean down and kiss your forehead with a smile to soothe you.
"If it's these seats you're worried about, don't. Squirt on this dick and you ain't ever got to worry about paying for my shit ever again, baby. Hell, I'll buy you whatever you want."
he'd keep feeding you long strokes and tracing circles on your clit until he felt wetness all over his shaft and watched you splatter his leather interior.
droplets of sticky rain all over those red cushion and it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
"Fuuuck! Connieee!"
"Let it out, I know! Look at all that cum!"
crying out and calling his name as you granted his wish.
needless to say, he was in awe of your little display.
"Yeah! That's it, baby..that's my good fucking girl, yesss!"
coaxing out all that he could until you were shaking and reeling from that pent up orgasm. Leaning down to kiss you, he'd first scoop some of your juices onto his tongue before spitting them into your mouth.
it would appear that you had turned him into a deviant..completely unhinged and crazy for you!
but now it was his chance to return the favor and fill you full of his cum.
"You're not getting rid of me now, you know that, right? You my girl now.."
whether he was serious or not, you knew you couldn't be done with him that quickly and he felt the same so he'd plop down onto the seat and pat his thigh.
"Is that right?" questioning as you readjusted to climb atop his lap and onto that still hard erect.
it was touching his bellybutton when he sat up like this and it had to be eight inches at least. You could get used to having dick like that in your life!
slowly, you'd get adjusted and impaled yourself on it.
"Hell yeah, so tell the rest of them motherfuckers to fall back unless they' tryna die 'bout this shit."
and you knew then that he was serious. You were definitely about to have a time on your hands but right now, you were only focused on riding him.
little did you know, you were about to put your claim on him too!
"Well you ain't got that to worry about, daddy..it's all yours."
you'd gently stroke his cheek as you got into position and pecked him once more.
you'd slowly ease yourself up and down while looking back and arching for his viewing pleasure. The grip you had on him made Connie toss his head back and just admire your work.
his voice was cracking and his fingertips were clawing into your bare hips.
it sounded so sexy hearing him moan and cry out for you.
"Aw damn, baby. You riding the fuck out of this dick..I love it. All this ass bouncing on my shit.."
meanwhile, you were winding your waist and bouncing up and down on his cock as if it were nothing.
you were just focusing on making him come this time around, wanting to feel that warmth inside of your womb.
"You like that? It feel good for you?" you'd ask as you glared at him with lustful eyes.
a rhetorical question for sure because his toes were curling inside of those Jordans and those moans were growing louder.
no one would ever guess you had a drug dealer crying like this! But he was egregiously desperate for you to keep it up.
"Yes! You're fucking me so good, (y/n). I'm all yours now.."
he was losing it by the second and when you decided to balance on your tip toes, hands pressed to the ceiling, he damn near flatlined right there!
"So come in me..come in this fucking pussy, daddy."
begging for him to release, you'd speed up and take him to the hilt as you coated him in more of those warm secretions.
he was trying to hold out but there was no need to because seconds later, you felt his hands clutching your frame and you were being impaled.
"Hold still! I got it.."
the pure helplessness in his voice was such a turn on but you were about yo get exactly what you were hoping for.
frozen, you'd stay in that position as he began thrusting upward and filling your tummy with his large member.
you'd sound off, trading moans and please, cursing as the intensity became too much to bare.
as he pounded your swollen cunt, you'd rub your clit yet again until you heard his voice fade off into a faint moan.
"Oh God—I'm coming..Imma nut—"
before the words could even finish making it out, he'd make his finish inside of you and pour every ounce into you.
and it wasn't just a little droplet..he dumped every ounce of that pent up cream into your womb, just as you asked.
and when he climaxed, his whimpers were absolutely adorable. You had never seen him so vulnerable before in your life.
finally, he'd collapse against the seat and as his chest rose and fell, he'd pull you back against him.
"C'mere.."
held tightly in his arms, he'd proceed to make out with you one last time and it was undoubtedly, the best night you had ever had.
"You my girl..my baby now so don't you ever forget that. You hear me?" Nodding as he spoke with such conviction even if he were out of breath.
you couldn't get over how cute he was like this.
the way he stared at you, it was more like love rather than lust.
"All yours. For sure." tracing tiny circles in his chest to quell his harsh breathing.
needless to say, your plug was about to be supplying a little more than weed from now!
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Little detail in NPMD that’s living rent free in my mind (spoilers ahead!)
I know the fandom has been obsessing over figuring out the lyrics to everyone’s favorite chaotic™️ scene but I wanna acknowledge something in the choreography that caught my attention💃🏻
Okay so first off MASSIVE PROPS to Lauren for choreographing this so amazingly. If you pay close attention you’ll notice that each of the Lords in Black has their own cute little 8 count dance related to their character (some more clear than others).
Pokey💙
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switching back and forth between his hand and the mask (I’m assuming representing him wanting to block out every voice that’s not his own).
Nibbly💗
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need I explain???
Wiggly💚
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I’m assuming the arm motions are supposed to represent his tentacles
Blinky💜
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also self-explanatory
Tinky💛
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… okay honestly this one tripped me up but it fits the vibe
Okay so this alone was a cool discovery, but THEN I noticed that the Lords in Black cycled through each other’s choreography throughout the scene. After a million watches that I absolutely don’t regret I’m pretty sure I figured out the pattern to be: Wiggly➡️Tinky➡️Nibbly➡️Blinky➡️Pokey🔁 in a looping order. There were a few discrepancies in this pattern (I think possibly either due to choreography mistakes or maybe it was just to make the choreography look more symmetrical?) but this was the order that most commonly persisted:
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Anything in parenthesis is what I think they were supposed to do because it’s a simple switch that fits the pattern (Corey never did Tinky’s dance but did Nibbly’s for 2 cycles, Lauren had Nibbly and Tinky’s reversed).
Anyway this may already be a thing because I definitely need to get caught up on Hatchetfield lore but I’m wondering if there’s any significance to this order?
It almost matches the order that we were introduced to the Lords in Black in (Blinky being the one out of place):
Wiggly (Black Friday)
Blinky (Watcherworld. NMT Season 1, episode 1 part 2)
Tinky (Time Bastard. NMT Season 1, episode 2 part 2)
Nibbly (Honey Queen. NMT Season 2, episode 1)
Pokey (Yellow Jacket. NMT Season 2, episode 4).
It almost matches reverse order to when we were first introduced to all of the dolls in The Witch in the Web: Pokey➡️Blinky➡️Tinky➡️Nibbly➡️Wiggly. Nibbly and Tinky are reversed, which could maybe be connected to Lauren reversing their dances in the order but I feel like that’s too far of a reach:
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It also almost matches the order that the names are read from in the black book (again reverse order and Nibbly and Tinky are switched):
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^creds to whoever typed out the script cause my digital ticket expired by the time I realized I wanted to double check this
It makes sense that invoking the names ends with Wiggly since it’s been implied at multiple times that he is the most powerful and terrible of the Lords in Black but other than that I’m clueless.
One moment that perfectly matches the pattern in the dance if you reverse it is the one real picture we have of the dolls from Nick’s Twitter:
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If you start with any of them and go backwards it matches the (most consistent) pattern from the dance perfectly: Nibbly⬅️Tinky⬅️Wiggly⬅️Pokey⬅️Blinky
There’s more stuff that shows up in the choreography throughout the dance that intrigued me but this post is already way too long and I’m guessing with my luck there’s probably 0 significance to the order that the dances were done in buuuut yeah I’m driving myself insane on this so if anyone has any insight let me know!
Nerdy prudes must die🤪
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xo-bug-ox · 1 year
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honestly fuck it, Erik Lehnsherr request. Go wild go crazy go “I can fix him” go they fell for him but he fell harder go cottage life Erik go he’s fixed go crazy
Erik Erik Erik Erik Erik
This man and his slutty turtleneck live in my brain rent free I mean I’m not complaining
Raindrops
Erik Lehnsherr x reader
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Warnings: none that I’m aware of
A/N: GOD I FUCKING HATE THIS GODFORSAKEN APP also is this slightly self indulgent? Maybe.
Raindrops fell and hit the window you’d positioned yourself in front of, you watched them tapping the pads of your fingers on your thighs to the same pattern as they were hitting the glass a soft smile playing on your lips. You could feel his eyes on the back of your neck making you very aware of Erik’s presence in the room. He was watching you gently rock back and forward eyes flickering up and down to watch the droplets, “Are you having fun over there?” Erik asked, you weren’t sure if he was being sarcastic or not you couldn’t quite tell from his tone. He continued to walk over seemingly stopping close behind you, you nodded ever so gently humming a small, “yeah, it’s nice” still watching it. Erik nodded in response looking from you to the rain. You wanted out. You needed to be in it.
“Is the front door unlocked?” You asked looking up at him. Erik thought for a moment, he looked down at you meeting your gaze. His breath was caught in his throat stumbling out his speech, “I uh, I believe so” he said stepping back. You shot up eyes widening in excitement, he wasn’t quite sure of what you were doing, he assumed you were going to open the door and sit and watch it for a better view. Well, that was until he saw you throw on your raincoat and begin to slip on rain boots, “you’re seriously going out in this?” He asked with a small laugh hoping you were joking. You nodded rather excitedly throwing the door open. The cold breeze ran down your spine before you reached out grabbing his hand and pulling him closer excitement in your voice as you said, “join me! Put on your coat!”
Looking back at him you followed to where his eyes were looking, you hadn’t even realised your hands were still intertwined, was your grip always this strong? Were his hands always this good looking? These thought flooded your mind allowing the both of you to slip out of reality. The two of you were brought back by the lashing rain entering the room and hitting you in the back of the head. Snapping your head towards the door you pulled your hand away from his before running out into the rain. Erik watched you from the door, he watched you spin, he watched you laugh and wipe of the rain that was collecting by your nose and god you looked perfect while doing it. “C’mon!” You laughed calling to him. Erik took a deep breath before leaving the door. Jesus it was freezing out there, he hugged himself for warmth. He could put up with it if it meant seeing you smile.
“Are you crazy?! Go put a coat on!” You laugh gently shoving him. Erik smiled, “If I go back in I’m not coming back out darling” he smiled, your face flushed. Darling. You looked up at him seeing the way his hair stuck down to his face and the way he smiled at you. He looked so perfect like this, “why are you out here?” You asked him wiping the water from your brow, “I don’t really know” he hummed looking around watching the rain hit the puddles. “I could be inside, warm and dry watching you out the window or from the door but I’m out here…in the soaking wet rain without a coat or a care in the world” he smiled taking your hands, “do you want to know a secret?” He asked as he pulled you closer to him. Your heart was pounding in your chest eyes flickering up and down before stuttering a simple, yes, to him. Erik smiled before speaking again, “I’ve always been a ‘kiss me in the rain type of person’…suppose I still am” he hummed looking down at you. Your breath was caught in your throat, “kiss me in the rain will you?”
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Writeblr for newbies
So you joined Tumblr to talk about your writing. Maybe you're published and you want to promote your works, or maybe you're wanting a supportive community of fellow writers, or maybe you're just writing for the hell of it and want to show the world your blorbos.
Welcome!!
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Being a part of the writing side of Tumblr is a little bit like being in kindergarten and all the kids are talking about their imaginary friends to each other. Except some of the kids have published stories about their imaginary friends in real books you can buy. It's so cool.
I have made some wonderful friends on Writeblr, I've ARC'd and beta'd books for people, and I've gotten a lot of warm fuzzies from sharing my snippets and my characters. It's somewhere between self-promo and group therapy, but it doesn't feel like either. It feels like a wonderful community of writers supporting each other.
The Writeblr lingo can seem a little intense at first so I thought I'd set up a guide. If I've missed anything lmk!
WIP - stands for 'work in progress' (plural: WIPs). Any piece of writing (or poetry, or any kind of art) that isn't completed yet. This might be the first draft of a story, or the nth draft of your novel, or the not-yet-posted chapter of the fanfiction you're writing. WIP is a state of mind: it might be nearly complete, or it might just be an idea with a few hundred words attached to it. Talk about it as much or as little as you want.
WIP intro - a totally optional (and honestly a lot of hard work sometimes lol) post explaining the main themes/background/plot/characters of your WIP. Something you can link people to so they good a good idea of your WIP and what it's about. Similarly, character intro, for individual characters within a WIP, often with art/picrews.
Tag game - the lifeblood of Writeblr! In its most basic form, someone tags you in a game, you play the game, then tag other people you want to play the game. Lots of people do 'open tags', which you can also pick up. These games can range from making picrews of your characters to posting a snippet or multiple snippets. A few common ones at the moment (these change often!) are: Find the Word (the tagger gives you words to find in your WIP, you post a short snippet for each word, then give the people you tag new words to find); Last Line (you post the last line(ish) you wrote, or wrote recently); 9 Lines 9 People (post 9(ish) recent lines, tag 9(ish) people). There are so many more, and new ones being created all the time.
Blorbo - your OC (original character) that lives in your mind rent-free. The one(s) you would commit war crimes for. You know the one I'm talking about. In addition, blorbo trading and sharing is encouraged in the Writeblr community.
Ask game - a post that you reblog, usually containing a list of prompts or questions, that encourages your followers to ask those questions in your ask box. It is friendly to drop an ask from the game to the person you reblogged the post from.
Weekly asks - if you've asked to take part, questions about your writing in your inbox, related to a certain day of the week. There's Worldbuilding Wednesday (WBW), which are questions about worldbuilding, Blorbo Blursday (OC questions), and Storyteller Saturday (STS), questions about writing in general. These questions can be very generic and vague, or can be about specific characters/stories.
Pinned Post - basically, an 'about' page. Talk about yourself, your WIPs, the kinds of things you like, whether you want to be involved in Writeblr games, whether your asks are open. You don't need one, but it can be a handy reference point for your followers.
Taglist - sometimes, Tumblr posts get lost on the dash. If you are interested in a particular WIP, ask the author if you can be put on their taglist, so you can get notified every time they post about it. They will love you for it, seriously!
Overall, on Writeblr, it is always encouraged:
to talk about your stories and characters as much as you like. People might not follow along at first, but they'll get on board!
to reblog others' writing/snippets/promo. We're all relying on each other for our sanity here, and a nice comment in the tags never goes amiss either!
I'm sure I've missed something - feel free to add!
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How do we feel about the “one bed trope” with tld/Brynjolf….because like it lives rent free in my head- like especially if it’s happening in a part of Skyrim that gets super cold so they like *have* to cuddle…
oh this is so good. i'm a complete sucker for the one bed trope honestly and we don't talk about it enough. sfw, gn!ldb/brynjolf. edit: ao3 link here!
"Sorry." The woman behind the counter sighed and flipped through her ledger again. "We only have one room left."
"That's alright." He tossed a few septims onto the desk and watched her fingers trace along the messy bookkeeping. They'd shared a room before, changing was the only awkward part. "We're only here for one night. We'll manage."
The woman's anxiety seemed to ease when she pointed them down the hall, last door on the left. Brynjolf heard his recruit chattering away at his side and hummed along in agreement. He unlocked the door, comforted by the low noise of the tavern upstairs.
"Where's the second bed?"
There had to be some misunderstanding. The room was cozy enough, a desk tucked into one corner and a small wardrobe near the back. The only problem was the large, lone bed sitting in the center of the room where two smaller ones should've been.
As soon as they'd flopped onto the bed Brynjolf hurried back to the front desk. His heart was in his throat and he was gripping the counter to keep his voice low, not wanting to give anything away.
"I told you we only had the one left." The woman sighed, clearly trying to finish three separate tasks at once.
"There isn't another bed in the whole place? We aren't exactly," he paused, trying to talk his way out of the situation, "together."
"All booked up I'm afraid. Snow always brings 'em in."
When he returned he was just in time to see them curl up under the covers. Their hair was loose and curled over the pillow, pack thrown lazily onto the desk. Their eyes fluttered a bit when they looked up at him, a sleepy smile on their face that drove him mad.
"Nothing else?"
"Looks like we're sharin'." Brynjolf grunted when he kicked off his icy boots. Hanging his armor on the coatrack he felt oddly naked in front of them - he couldn't remember the last time someone had seen him in just a shirt and loose trousers. Their eyes traced shamelessly over his body and for the briefest moment Brynjolf wanted to ask if they liked what they saw.
"I'll stay on my side." They mumbled, curling deeper into the stack of pillows. "I can go ask for more blankets if you don't wanna share."
"I doubt you're goin' anywhere." They already looked half asleep when Brynjolf clambered onto his side of the bed. His heart was racing when he felt them shift a tiny bit closer to him. There was no armor or separate beds to keep his mind from wandering.
They stayed quiet for a long while. He watched stars twinkle through the blizzard out the tiny window and prayed it would be clear by morning. Sleep evaded him for hours, every tiny movement from his bedmate stealing all his attention. He had nothing to distract him from the sheer temptation snoozing beside him.
It didn't take too long for them to start shivering. Despite the mountain of blankets he knew it was chilly - the stone walls didn't seem to protect them from the overwhelming cold of Windhelm. Brynjolf told himself to tune it out. He needed sleep more than he needed to worry about them.
"You freezin'?" He finally mumbled, reaching a hand out. "I told you not to spend so much time runnin' around out there. You don't even have a coat."
"You're so warm." They practically moaned the words and Brynjolf couldn't form a coherent thought. He wanted to hear it again. They rolled closer, cheek pressed to his arm and greedy hands on his chest. "Do you mind if I -"
"C'mere."
He pulled them across the bed until every inch of them was pressed tight to him. He felt their chill seeping into his bones but couldn't be bothered. Cold toes pressed to his legs and their fingers slowly spread across his back, face flat against his chest. The little sigh they let out was enough to drive him mad. Their thin shirt left little to the imagination and gods, he needed something to stop his train of thought.
He hated how good it felt. Sleeping alone again would be hell but Brynjolf relished every moment of their body snug against his, every relieved sigh into his shirt. Their hair tickled at his nose when they shifted impossibly closer, one leg thrown over his hip.
"Bryn." They hummed his name in thanks and he knew. He'd belonged to them for far longer than he cared to admit but this was the last nail in his coffin. Slowly he raised a hand, tucking some of the messy hair away from their face as they looked up at him. He could feel them studying him in the dark. The moonlight provided little light but he felt every movement. They stretched, frozen nose bumping against his before their lips found his.
It lasted only a moment but it awakened a hunger he'd never felt before. He wanted to kiss them, to touch them, to know every inch of them. When they pulled away his fingers caught in their hair. He didn't want it to end.
"Sorry." They murmured and Brynjolf swore he heard his heart trying to beat out of his chest. He allowed himself to rest a hand on their waist and draw them closer. "I've wanted to do that for a while."
"Do it again." He swallowed past the nervousness in his throat, every bit of him tingling where it touched them. He knew it was easy to get addicted but he was desperate.
They kissed him again. They kissed him over and over until the blankets were kicked aside, warm hands clutching each other close. Their head was on his chest and legs tangled together when he finally felt sleep creeping up on him.
"It'll save money." They mumbled, half asleep. "If we keep sharing a bed. Overhead costs and all that."
"Yeah." He kissed the top of their head, thrilled by the content noises they made in response. "Gotta save money somehow."
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