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moonlit-stay · 3 months

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☆ Pairing: Hyunjin x Female Reader

☆ Genre: Smut

☆ Word Count: 1.1k

☆ Warnings: Established relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), brief mention of hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, implied strength kink, and implied marking

☆ Other Warnings: I wrote this while out of my mind and half asleep, so it's a little all over the place

☆ Please let me know if I missed anything

Hyunjin's live earlier has me thinking so many thoughts.

First, on a wholesome note, I miss his dance practice lives so, so much. I miss watching him dance on live for an hour or so in the middle of the night, it was truly my happy place. There's truly just something about watching him do what he loves and seeing him in his element that makes my heart happy but is also simultaneously so undeniably attractive.

Watching that live truly healed a part of me I didn't know needed healing. I just love him unconditionally :(

My silly, pretty boy. I love him so, so much :((

Second, he looked SO good in this live. I was truly losing my fucking mind.

While I could sit here and write out my never-ending love for this man without any issue for the rest of my days, I HAVE to share the thoughts that are fucking with my head right now.

There's something about the way he walks over to the camera after he's finished dancing, heavy pants leaving his lips as he aggressively peels off layers of his clothing that has me gnawing on my fist.

He always undoes the zipper on his jacket at lightning speed, taking it off and tossing it on the floor before he rolls up the sleeves of his t-shirt to rest on his shoulders, his defined arms on full display. The way his veins bulge through the surface of his skin and run along the expanse of his arms and hands, my GOD.

He has a habit of biting on his lips and letting his tongue slide between them and rest at the corners, a knowing smirk strung across his features as he lets out a soft, breathy laugh that makes my head spin every single time, without fail.

This makes me think about how much Hyunjin would absolutely love the effect things like this have on you.

He would purposely do things to get his veins to bulge through his soft skin, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt once they were undeniably visible, or, better yet, he'd throw on a tank top before seeking you out.

He never misses the way your eyes immediately dart to his bare arms, the muscles almost putting you in a trance as you mindlessly hum along to whatever he was saying. He knows you're not actually listening, and he can help the smirk that glides across his soft lips in response. He loves watching you struggle to keep eye contact with him as your eyes quickly run along his exposed arms before snapping back to his eyes, nodding along to his words before your eyes are back on his arms almost involuntarily. He knows exactly what's going through your head, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking the same.

Hyunjin loves feeling your hands helplessly grip at his bare arms as he holds you in place against his chest, his length buried deep inside you as you claw at his skin. His pace is ruthless as he fucks into you, your previous release spilling out of you and gliding down between your connected bodies. He can feel your nails almost break skin as they clutch tighter onto his arms as he harshly thrusts into you a few more times before burying his entire length inside you and cumming inside, filling you to the brim.

He loves slowly unzipping his clothes in your presence, making sure to catch your attention as he watches your head quickly snap to his general direction as he tosses his jacket onto the back of a nearby chair. He always quietly chuckles to himself when he notices how easily the sound of a zipper on his clothes breaks your concentration and plagues your mind with nothing but thoughts of him.

Needy sex with Hyunjin was your favorite.

The way he wastes no time in stripping you both of your clothes the second you walk through the door of your shared home, an evident trail of discarded clothes leading from the front door right into your shared room. The sound of him undoing the zipper on his jeans has you moaning into his mouth, your brain unable to focus on anything other than Hyunjin as you feel your back gently come into contact with your bedroom door that you didn't even notice Hyunjin close. He hurriedly pulls your shorts down your legs as he kicks his jeans and briefs off, he hooks one of your legs around his waist and pulls your panties to the side, aligning his length with your entrance before stuffing you full of him with one slow thrust.

It didn't take you long to notice Hyunjin's habit of biting his lips and his inability to keep his tongue in his mouth at times. At first, you didn't think much of it, but when you noticed it was things he also did during sex with you, it became a difficult habit to simply ignore.

Hyunjin knows this, and he uses it to tease you in certain situations that he knows he can easily get away with.

Your back arches off the bed as a moan tears from your throat, your hand laced in Hyunjin's short locks as he pulls you closer to him with his grip on your thighs. He buries his face impossibly closer to your heat, lapping at your arousal before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he feels your thighs shake against the sides of his head.

He adjusts one of his arms to wrap around both your thighs and hold you in place against the bed as his free hand comes to glide two fingers into your pulsing heat. You tug harshly at his hair laced between your fingers, and when he lets out a deep groan in response that vibrates against your core, you let out a scream as you cum on Hyunjin's tongue.

His fingers never still and he continues to suck harshly on your clit, even after you've come down from your high, and when your legs quiver as you thrash in his hold, whimpers leaving your lips as you try to push him away, he pulls away from your heat with his infamous smirk on his beautiful face. His breathing is labored, and you watch as his tongue darts out and drags across his lips to gather what's left of you as he crawls up your body. Once his face is level with yours, he lets out that soft, breathy laugh that has your thighs pressing together before he's leaning down to press his lips against yours, hot and heavy as he gently slots himself between your still trembling thighs.

Dear GOD, I need him like a fish needs water.

#stray kids thirst #stray kids smut #stray kids hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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I'm the same fluff anon that I didn't know you could cook, now you think you can do something with the indication "I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies", we have to continue loving and caring for that great Dhampir, please?

A/N: Ahh this one is short, I couldn't think much for it but I'm always a sucker for fluff and I love Alucard sm so here you go. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Mwuah!

"I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies." x Alucard

Ugh.

Alucard couldn’t think of a single good thing to say about the day. It turned out to be longer and more difficult than he ever intended it to be. Finally trudging back home, the day simply had to shit on him even more before his boot got stuck in mud, nearly sucking the whole thing into the ground. Honestly, Alucard had half a mind of just leaving it there. He didn’t really need the boot anyways. Decided against it, he pulled it out and uncomfortably placed it back on his foot, squishing within the halls of his castle. He didn’t even call out to you, as he normally would, instead sneaking up the steps and going straight to bathing -- he’d clean up the boot marks later. His sweat and all the muck from the outside made his skin crawl, peeling off layers of clothing onto the bathroom floor to bathe. The water felt incredible, immediately soothing his aching muscles as he dipped in, relishing in the warmth. He’d be quick, just needed to scrub away today’s troubles...

Alucard in fact, was not quick.

He’d actually fallen asleep in the bath. Eyes shot open, scanning the room with a fright. How the hell did he fall asleep? It was difficult enough to sleep, let alone with you, and yet he’d completely dozed off. He wasn’t sure for how long, but there was still some sunlight when he got home and now it was terribly dark. Shit. He wondered if you even knew where he was, if you were scared for him, if you were waiting--

“Adrian, honey, are you awake now?”

...Wait, huh?

He must have said that out loud, because he heard you giggle and walk over, kissing his forehead. “I saw you in here earlier, but you dozed off and I didn’t want to wake you...I checked up on you a few times, make sure you didn’t slip under.” You teased, combing his hair with your fingers. “Come on, pretty boy--you’re gonna get pruny.” As if he wasn’t already.

He really was still in a daze, not entirely sure what was going on--you just let him sleep? He must have been really out of it if he didn’t wake up to you walking in.. The dhampir sleepily dressed himself, and when he found you again immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Darling, you should have gotten me up, I could have helped with dinner.” He stifled a yawn, inhaling deep after--whatever you had made smelled delicious. And there was something...sweet, in the air.

“Did you make dessert?”

You nodded, turning around in his arms and kissing his jaw, the closest bit to you. “I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies.” There was no way he could have been out for that long, that you could have made everything from scratch...right? “How did you--” “Just call it a woman’s intuition, you walked out of here this morning so grumpy...I made the batter earlier for tonight.”

It’s like you could read his mind.

He chuckled anyways, tightening his hold on you and swaying back and forth. “How you read me like a book, I’ll never understand my love. But I am very grateful for you, all the same.” You hummed, nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around him. “It’s my job to know you like the back of my hand. I’m your wife.” You teased, hands trailing up to caress his jaw, bringing him down to your level and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you dearly, never forget that.” You reminded him over and over again each day, and he silently thanked every god in the sky for bringing you to him.

“Now let’s have dinner, hm? Then we’ll have the cookies later.”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #castlevania #alucard #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#castlevania alucard #castlevania nocturne #milk flufftober

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atomic--peach · 11 months

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Her Grace's Handmaiden

Imagine being Cersei's favorite handmaid.

Cersei Lannister x Fem Reader

(Is it Not SFW, or do you just have a dirty mind?)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

"Y/N, where are you?"

The Queen tone was bordering on annoyance, a dangerous position to be in especially for you.

"Coming Your Grace," You hustled through the bed chamber door toting a heavy pitcher of Arbor Gold. "I've fetched your favorite, Your Grace."

"Hm" Cersei sniffed, leaning back on her chaise and kicking off her silken slippers. She had spent hours tending to the court, hearing complaints and requests in her drunken husband's stead while Jon Arryn kept busy with the small council.

She outstretched her chalice and watched as you filled it to the perfect level, as you had a million times before.

"Leave the pitcher" she grumbled. "Come around here and let me look at you."

You set the pitcher down and moved to kneel before your queen, if she was feeling generous the queen might have thrown a pillow down to rest your knees on, but this was not one of those days. You knew what she was looking for. She wanted to make sure you were clean and well kept.

It was a privilege to be allowed to serve the queen so closely, and you had to maintain a certain standard to earn that privilege.

"Chin up"

You obeyed, skin prickling as the queen looked you over with sharp green eyes. Her face was stony as the great wall in the North, and just as icy. Her eyes tracked from your knees, up your body over your neck and face, sipping slowly as she took all of you in.

"Go drawl my bath, then come back to help me undress." The queen broke her gaze, leaning back on the chaise once more.

You moved as quickly as your feet could take you. Sharply you ordered hot water to be brought by the bucket full before carefully setting out the queen's scented oils and soaps. Everything needed to be perfect. Absolutely nothing could be out of place.

Cersei was still lounging when you came back, watching you carefully as you stood with your eyes down cast, waiting.

"Everything is in order?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"The water is being drawn?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"And the fire has been lit?"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Cersei's lips pulled back in satisfied smirk, rising slowly before approaching you. She got so close, your breath caught in your throat. You could smell her perfume, the scent of incense from the sept, and the aroma of wine wafting off of her, intoxicating your senses.

The queen turned her back to you, her golden hair almost tickling your nose.

"Undress me"

Your face flushed involuntarily as you began to carefully unfasted every tie and button of her gown, peeling off each layer with care until the queen was bare and her skin prickled in the night air.

"Your robe, Your Grace" You moved to close the silked garment over her body, but instead Cersei brushed you aside and moved to the large tub of hammered copper which had been filled with water and kept warm by a small fire.

You followed behind her dutifully, taking her hand to assist her in and then standing aside until you were needed.

The Queen groaned lowly as the hot water ebbed the tension from her muscles.

"The brush" She ordered lazily, leaning back as you scooped up an ivory handled brush and sat behind her to carefully brush the queen's golden locks until they shone in the firelight.

"You have such tender hands" The queen sighed, the sensation of her brush stroking her from scalp to tip soothing her into relaxation.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

"How long have you been here now? Not very long"

"A few months, You Grace" you confirmed.

"That's right" she nodded. "How are you finding service in the castle then?"

"Very well, Your Grace" you swallowed, feeling that the question was loaded in some way. "I am very grateful for the privilege."

"I'm sure" the queen agreed. "Come around here, my legs ache."

You set the brush aside and stifled a gasp as Cersei raised a leg from the tub, slick with water and scented oils.

"Rub them for me"

You nodded, holding your breath as the queen draped the leg over your shoulder and allowed you to knead and rub her muscles into submission.

"Do you feel worthy?" Cersei watched you carefully "Of the privilege you've been given?"

You swallowed hard, "Not remotely, Your Grace"

"I disagree" Cersei grabbed her wine glass and took another long drink. "Do you dare to disagree with your queen?"

"N-no, Your Grace, never" You shook your head. "I suppose I have a limited view of the situation. Surely your grace knows better than I."

"Well said" Cersei looked almost impressed, stifling a groan as you found a particularly tight muscle in her calf.

Once she finished her first glass, and then a second, Cersei sighed and pulled herself from the water.

"My robe, Y/n"

"Yes, Your Grace"

You wrapped the robe around your queen carefully, blushing as the thing fabric clung to her wet body.

"Many Targaryen queens had a habit of keeping their handmaids close by." Cersei spoke firmly, in a tone that told you what she was about to say was very important. "You will not be sleeping in the servant's quarters anymore. Instead, I will have a cot brought so you will sleep in here."

Your blush widened across your face and your heart fluttered. "O-Of course, Your Grace. Thank you, I am most grateful."

"I would also have you come with me to The North." Cersei pulled a disgusted face, "The King has decreed we are all to go, to visit the Warden of The North. I will depend upon you to keep the journey bearable."

You were overtaken with emotion, dropping into a low curtsey.

"I am most honored in your trust in me, Your Grace. I will not let you down."

"Good Girl" Cersei grinned with a flash of her cat-like eyes. "Now, turn down my bed, I am tired."

#Game of Throne imagine #got imagine #cersei lannister #cersei lannister imagine #cersei lannister x reader #fandom imagine #Her Grace's Handmaiden

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shelby-fangirl00 · 11 months

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1919-Part Eight

So this took waaaaay too long to finish! I've been crazy busy with my summer internship so I have little free time right now. Let me know what you guys think of this one!

Warnings: Language, smuuuuuut (18+, MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 3131

‘What’s it like…leaving home for the first time?’ I asked softly, nuzzling my face into his neck. Our warm bodies sank together in his bed as the sun began to rise, shining on our skin.

His eyes found their way to mine, sharply raising a brow. My smile softened as I stroked the tips of my fingers against his tight stomach.

His chest rose high and caved in such a way that warmed my insides. Resting his head on his shoulder, his fingers grazed up and down my spine. Goosebumps cooled my warm skin.

Every moment we spent together in the last few nights made it harder to peel away from each other. Ever since he had left, I was searching for this fulfillment through any body I could. Other men were good to me, great even. But my thirst for the person I secretly longed for, the touch of the man who knows every inch of my skin and how to make it submit to him, was far stronger.

He knew my heart, even better than Polly did. He read me so well, but to be fair, he can read most people well. This was different though. He empathized with me. He didn’t use the weakest parts of myself against me, like he had done to so many others. He listens to me ramble on about all the things I felt in the moment and all of the things I loved, because he truly wanted to know.

And when he smiles, oh god. My heart aches like it’s the first time witnessing such beauty. It would be a tragedy to go on in life without being the one Thomas Shelby was smiling down on. I felt tremendously loved by him in this moment, even though he would never say it.

I was falling in love with him again. In a way, I’ve always been in love with him. But this love is different than before. This love, I felt, is something more mature and something much more valuable than before. Our foundation had been built so long ago. Peeling back the layers of eachother after the war was something I craved. This type of love I felt for him was so fucking consuming.

‘Leaving was dreadful mostly…but also a bit freeing.’ I tried to imagine what it felt like to leave home without knowing if you’d ever make it back.

‘Freeing, is it? In what way?’

His hand fell into my hair, lightly stroking, causing me to nuzzle even closer to him.

‘It’s hard to explain…I finally realized how small and replacable I am in this world. When you grow up in a shitty little town like Small Heath, you forget that there is so much more outside of this place and these people. It changed the way I looked at the world. We are so finite. It’s humbling.’

His words vibrated off his chest as he spoke so eloquently, so at ease, as if he was thinking out loud to me. I felt my entire body fill with adoration and devotion.

I hummed in acknowledgment, finding comfort in his words.

‘If you could snap your fingers and go anywhere in the whole world…where would’ya go?’

Seconds passed by before Tommy wraped his arm around my waist, flipping me to my back, pining me under him. I yelped before grabbing his shoulders, giggling.

‘Wherever you are, love.’

Goosebumps again.

He smiled down so wide, it was contagious. His dark features glowed as the sun glistened from his skin. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes and his deep dimples made me swoon.

I blushed under his gaze, reaching up to stroke his freckled cheek.

‘Why are you asking? I’ve finally got you back in my bed. You’re not going anywhere, Jas.’ He whispere a bit playfully before leaning down to nibble at my neck.

I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together to relieve the ache between my legs. His breath on my skin sent shudders through me.

‘Or you could take me away from here. Just for a little while…’ I mumbled before my eyes fluttered closed. He kissed down my neck as I spoke. My arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to me.

He snapped his head back up and smiled so innocently.

‘Alright.’ He said, pecking my lips quickly before practically jumping out of bed.

I sat up, covering myself with the light white sheets, hair falling into my face.

‘The hell are you doing?’ I laughed as he started to get dressed in front of me, pulling on an old pair of slacks.

‘I thought you said you wanted me to take you away for a while?’

My whole body froze with shock and excitement. I knew ‘a while’ for Tommy meant an afternoon away from work, maybe something overnight if I was lucky. I didn’t mind though, my heart swelled at his attempt to make me happy. He never had to try though. I was happy just to be around him, witnessing his beauty and brilliance.

I stared at him with a smile, sheets still loosly hanging around my chest. He stopped to stare back, examining my body.

‘As much as I would love to keep you in my bed like that, you should go get dressed. I want to show you something.

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‘Not that I’m not enjoying this, because I am, but where the hell are we going?’ I asked, seated behind Tommy ontop of Gleam. We were seemingly roaming the countryside, which I didn’t mind, but I was curious as to what he needed to show me.

The sun attempted to peak through the clouds and trees today. We were trutting slowly down a graveled and rocky road, green is all I saw beyond the path. Along with a small farm house every few minutes or so. It was peaceful here. The only sounds I heard in the distance were dogs barking and the crackling of bonfires.

Without answering me, he led Gleam towards the entrance of a larger farm house, splattered along the green hills of the countryside. Its abundant surrounding lands were protected by a low stone wall that winded around the property.

‘What are we doing here?’ I asked as he plopped off of Gleam, reaching for my hand to help me down. My gaze was fixed on all of the open land this place had. I wondered who was rich enough to afford a place like this and what in the hell were two locals like us doing here?

‘Come on, let’s go inside.’ He said after leaving Gleam untied since we were fenced into the property. He grabbed my hand playfully and pulled me towards the entrance.

It was almost as beautiful on the inside. It was quaint but elegant. Nothing too gaudy or obnoxious. It was mostly empty though. The only thing inside the kithen was a high standing island in the middle. The floors were shiny and marbled with a black trim.

Tommy walked in behind me, shutting he door.

‘Living room in just ahead, bedrooms extend to the right of it. Nothing in em yet.’ He said casually, like he had been here plenty of times before. I gauked at him curiously.

‘It’s fucking beautiful, yeh? Who’s is it?’

‘It’ll be John and Esme’s in a few weeks. I was offered this property months ago and with how well we’ve been doing at the betting shop, we could afford it.’ He shifted his weight before continuing.

‘Those two deserve to have a place like this. Those kids deserve something nice and big, not a tiny bedroom in the middle of fucking town. Do you think they’ll like it?’ I could see that he was searching for my approval.

I grabbed his face, pulling him into a soft kiss, in approval of his kindness.

‘Of course, they will! This is so so perfect, Tommy. The kids will be so much happier here. Esme will be so greatful. She’s getting too crammed up in town. She needs to live out on the countryside. You did such a good job, Thomas!’ I smiled up at him, squeezing his hands in mine and praising him for doing something so thoughtful for his brother.

He smiled and sighed loudly in relief, as if my words were fact and he no longer had to worry or question his decision.

‘That’s what I’d hope you’d say.’ He whispered. His hands dropped to trace lines against the tops of my thighs. My dress rose up as he exposed my skin to the cool air.

I hummed in delightment, egging him on.

‘You’re such a good man, Thomas Shelby.’ My hands scaled the length of his stomach, trailing down to his belt buckle.

His eyes grew darker at my words, he let out a low groan. His hands hiked my dress up over my ass, squeezing both of my cheeks in his massive hands. I squeeked under his intrusive touch. Every inch of skin he touched lit me aflame.

I lifted up on my tippy toes to kiss him slowly and deeply as I unfastened the buckle.

My hands stopped as his tongue pushed its way inside of my mouth, fighting my tongue for dominance over my mouth. He pinched my ass cheeks with each hand harshly as he pulled me off his mouth and pushed me away from him. I stumbled backwards, catching myself from falling over my feet.

He stood plainly, catching his breath in his chest as he spoke.

‘Take off your dress.’ His voice dripped with lust as his eyes were dark with desire. He leaned his back against the kitchen island, hands in his pockets.

He wanted to watch me strip down.

My breath hitched, feeling so small under his gaze.

I reach behind my back to untie the strap around my waist. As my bright yellow dress became loose. I pushed the sleeves down my arms, wiggling the dress down and around the dips of my hips.

His eyes devoured my body from across the room for what seemed like minutes. Finally, he reached down and palmed his obvious erection, relieving the throbbing behind his pants.

I drew my lip into my mouth as I watched him watch me. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do.

‘All of it, off.’ He growled out as he unzipped his pants and casually released his hard cock from its imprisonment. My mouth hung open slightly as my eyes couldn’t look away. He started to stroke himself lazily, waiting for me to pull off my soaking panties and bra.

As I untied my bra strap, I let it fall to the floor, along with my panties too.

At some point in the process, he had stripped away his coat, exposing the holsters that wrapped around his shoulders and chest, excentuating his large and broad figure. Aside from his exposed cock and lower tummy, he was completely clothed.

I watched him stroke up and down his long cock; I was practically drooling. He noticed and let out a light chuckle at how desperate I was.

‘Get on your knees, Jasmine.’ My heart fluttered and my pussy clenched at his use of my name and his command. I did as I was told instantly, falling to my knees.

He walked towards me until his cock was level to me. I hadn’t done this with him in years. I was feeling much more confident in my abilities than I did the first time around.

It twitched in excitement as his hand fell to my chin and lifted up my face to look at him. I batted my eyes needily, putting on a show for him.

‘Tell me what you want.’ He said, voice flat and dark.

‘I want your cock in my mouth Tommy, please.’ I said softly, my voice shooting an octave higher. My hands rested on my thighs and I straightened my back out, sticking out my tits.

He groaned again, followed by a laugh.

‘I like you on your knees, begging like that.’ He practically whispered, releasing his hand from my chin.

I took this as my opportunity. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, licking my tongue slowly up the length of him before pushing my lips past the sensitive head of his cock. I swirled my tongue along the roundness of it, forcing a sharp inhale of breath from Tommy. His hands fell into my hair, wrapping the length of it around his hands and pushing my head further onto him. His cock slowly filled my mouth, pushing towards the back of my throat. He held my head in place, forcing me to adjust to his massive size.

I gagged slightly as my throat burned at the intrusion. Tears pricked my eyes. His breathing became erratic as his head fell back. His hands still mangled into my hair.

Finally, he pulled back. I gasped, filling my lungs with oxygen. I quickly continued to move my mouth up and down his length easily, using my hand to stroke him into my mouth. I looked up, tears running down my cheeks as he began to fuck my throat. My eyes widened as my throat relaxed and opened up for him. He felt me relax around him and hummed in acklowedgment.

I pulled back and before I could continue, he pulled me up from my knees and kissed me sloppily, pushing my body towards the large red ruh in the living room. Aside from the rug, the room was empty, to no surprise.

He lowered to the floor, taking me into his lap with him, my legs loosely wrapped around his waist. He didnt break the kiss as I positioned myself against him, grinding my wet folds over his shaft.

‘Fucking Christ…I need to be inside you.’ He heaved out desperately. He cupped both of my tits in each of his hands, squeezing. He marveled at my hardened nipples, licking his lips.

Slowly, I lifted myself up. As I did so, Tommy positioned his dick at my entrance. As he did so, I lowered myself down as he watched his swelling member disappear inside of me. My tight opening relaxed and stretched to accomadate his size.

His mouth hung open and he let out a choked whimper. I lowered myself down slowly, filling myself up inch by inch, until I was at the base of him. We both held still for a few moments, looking into each other’s eyes, as both of our faces contorted in pain and pleasure.

‘You are so so perfect like this, love. I love-I love this…’ He stumbled over his words and I almost melted right there as he spoke so sincerely and so truly. He was just a man making love to his woman. I knew this was the real Tommy.

‘Tommy, fuck you’re so big.’ I moaned out as I began to move up and down on his cock, riding him. I let my hands bear down on his strong shoulders and he wrapped his hands around my love handles, squeezing the flesh underneath his hands.

‘That’s it…fuck yourself on my cock. You fucking filthy girl.’ He spoke lowly into my ear as my ass rose up and slammed back down onto his thighs over and over again. His words alone were enough to send shocks through my pussy.

I did as I was told and moved up and down on his length, pressing my hands behind me and onto his thighs, sticking out my chest.

Bearing me down on him, Tommy held my hips in place as he fucked up into me hard and fast. I gasped, my breath getting caught in my chest. My head fell onto his massive shoulder. I was immobilized by his penetration. He was ripping me open in the best way. His cock was hitting the sweetest spot inside of me over and over and over again.

Our sweaty bodies moved in sync as he flipped me onto my back and fucked me senseless. He held both of my wrists in one hand above my head and the other hand rubbed my swollen clit frantically. The room nearly started spinning as the sensations and pleasure and his beautiful face and body and heart hung over me, taunting me.

‘Thomas, pl-please don’t s-stop! I stuttered out, closing my eyes in pleasure as he lifted my hips up with his own and fucked me even deeper on the floor of this lovely farm house.

‘Jasmine…fuck baby, I-I love you.’

My eyes shot open, but his were still closed in pleasure. He didn’t seem to notice the words that had just left his mind and flew out of his mouth.

I tried to hide the beeming smile on my face. Did he really love me? Or was he just caught up in the moment? We had been fucking for the last three days and he had never said anything like this before. I knew I loved him too.

‘Thomas look at me.’ I moaned as his eyes lifted to watch my naked figure rocking to the motion of his thrusts. He looked desperately into my eyes. They looked bewildered and almost like he was regretful. Then I realized it.

I reached my hands up to cup his face and he slowed his thursts, watching me.

‘I love you, Thomas.’ I smiled, hoping this wouldn’t scare him away.

His mouth plunged into mine, kissing me so furiously. I felt the smile he let creep into the kiss which made me smile too.

He kissed me and rubbed me and fucked me just enough to push me right off the edge.

‘I-I’m gonna come Tommy…’ I whispered into his ear as he hung over me, thursting deeper and deeper into me. I wrapped both legs around his waist, getting as close as I possibly could to his body. The only place I ever wanted to be again was under him, protected and loved completely.

‘Me too…come with me, Jasmine.’ He moaned out as he fucked into me relentlessy, rubbing my hungry clit as a massive wave of pleasure washed over every inch of my body. One last hard thrust and Tommy came right after me, filling me completely with his hot liquids. He whimpered softly over me. His face contorted so sweetly. I loved seeing the most intimate parts of Tommy.

As we both came down, he didn’t move from above me. He just studied my face as I studied his. I couldn’t be sure what he was thinking. I was terrified he regretted saying something like that in the heat of the moment. I didn’t though, I meant it. I always did. But did he?

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happysaddca · 10 days

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I'm gonna pretend this isn't as good cause I am feeling off today and not because I crammed like four different ideas into two scenes here and didn't flesh anything out as much as I would like normally.

There is some very, very mild suggestive flirting that goes nowhere.

I think I've got things worked out for Constellations Redeux now so drabbles like this will slow down in favor or working out other AUs/the actual story. But I'm still gonna need a beta reader :')

Oh, and your nickname from Sun is introduced here, so we're 3/4 on DCA nicknames. I'm not sure if it's noticeable, but I personally struggle if a fic overuses nicknames or explicitly says y/n or reader. So I avoid that as much as possible lol.

You barely make it three days before start worrying that Sun is angry with you. Moon’s reassurances can only work so long, especially since you have to work and sleep and sometimes even go home so your roommate knows you’ve not died and been turned into pizza. And with Sun and Moon back, your usual coping mechanisms only go so far. Still, you’re able to keep the seed from taking root for nearly two weeks.

“How are they adjusting to being online again?” You’d been sent to fetch more flour from the main kitchen, where Anika is currently fussing with the pizza ovens. You’re avoiding going back upstairs, sneaking pepperoni slices every time her back is turned.

“Okay as can be expected. Moon is still fronting every time I see them, even when it’s bright out.” Your mouth twitches and you rub at it absently, massaging the scars out of habit. “They haven’t Eclipsed at all since the restart, and Moon is mostly avoiding people. I think he’s nervous.” You pop a pepperoni in your mouth as Anika turns around.

“Dude, don’t eat the product!” She rolls her eyes at you, going to wash her hands. “Between you and the other gremlins I work with, it’s amazing we have any food at all.”

“You love us,” you say sing-song, but you pull away from the food, trailing after Anika. She turns and flicks you with water for your trouble. “Hey! You know I’m a witch. I’m gonna melt now and what are you gonna tell the Attendants?”

“That I defeated the evil that eats all my pepperoni.” Another flick of water, and you give an overdramatic hiss, moving to hide behind Anika instead.

“Cruelty, abuse, harassment. I should call HR on you now.”

“Nah, I’ve got too much blackmail on you.” She shakes her hands dry and turns to lean against the sink and look you over. “You look less like a witch and more like a ghost. When’s the last time you’ve gone outside?”

“A couple days ago?” You are used to being stared at, but Anika has this uncanny way of making you feel like she’s not just looking, she’s peeling back the layers, clothes from skin, skin from fat, fat from muscle. Looking for something, something you decidedly don’t have. “I’ve been using the employee showers. Shockingly okay if you give them a good scrub first.”

Her nose wrinkles anyway. “You know you have to go outside at some point. Your Sun and Moon won’t like you neglecting yourself for their sake. Neither will our Attendant for that matter.”

“I haven’t even seen Sunny lately,” you complain, and a muscle twitches in your cheek. “I haven’t seen either Sun. What if they’re both—”

“Stop.” You open your mouth, but Anika holds her hand up. “Stop. I know this mental trainwreck far too well. Stop whatever oh they actually hate me mind game you’re playing and go talk to them.”

“But the daycare is still open,” you protest weakly. Anika gives you a look. “I have to work?”

“Then why are you down here eating all my pepperoni?”

“Because you’re my friend and I was supposed to be getting flour,” you say slowly. “And friends let you avoid work to talk about relationship stuff?”

Anika rolls her eyes, walking around you and grabbing the massive bag of flour, shoving it in your arms with a grunt. “As your friend, I’m telling you not to let this fester. Talk to your Moon and Sun, and go see Sunny after work. And tomorrow, get the fuck out of this building. Sleep in an actual bed for eight hours and get some vitamin D.”

You nod slowly, resisting the urge to pout, physically biting it back. “Okay. I will.” You pause before nodding again. “I will. Thank you Anika.”

“You’re welcome. Now shoo. I have to test the oven and if it blows up I’d like to limit the casualties.”

You do return to work, but it’s hard to concentrate when you want to skip the rest of your shift and find Moon. You text them, a quick reminder when you’re off, and proceed to overbeat your icing. You have to dump the ruined buttercream, starting over. It’s only a couple hours, but your attention is splintering fast, and by the time you can clock out, you’re itching to go.

“See you Alex! Sorry about dropping the fondant!” You get some mumble for a reply that’s completely missed as you open the back door and step out, directly into a hard exoskeleton and metal arms that catch you and wrap you in a hug. “Oh!”

“Hello to you as well. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Moon sounds amused even as it pulls you out of sight. “Did you have an appointment to get to?”

“I wanted to see you.” The unpleasant twinge in your stomach isn’t from getting dragged along. You reach up to flick the bell on Moon’s nightcap. “And Sun too, if they’re…”

“She’s still resting.” Moon’s tone is apologetic even as you both stop near the back wall, out of sight of any but the nosiest of plex patrons. It cups your scarred cheek, leaning down for a kiss. “Starlight, you’re crying again.” A finger curls under your eye, catching a tear.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to.” You try to wipe your eyes clear, but it just happens again as you chew on the inside of your cheek. “Can’t Sun come out, for just a little? I’ve not seen her since you were eclipsed. I know she’s there; the diagnostics are all fine and you wouldn’t lie b-but…” Shoot, now you were really starting to cry, and you tried to hide it, ducking your chin and covering your face with your hands. Moon’s fans have started alongside a click click clicking noise as it holds its hands out, servos popping. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Moon. I know it’s been a lot for you two, but I miss… I miss both of you.”

“Star,” Moon’s voice peters out as you can’t seem to slow your tears, or your words.

“I’ve not seen Sunny from the daycare either, and I know it’s because I’ve been spending so much time with you — and that’s not complaining! If I didn’t have to work, I’d always be with you. But it feels like both Suns are avoiding me now and I get it’s dumb but… does Sun hate me?”

Moon’s hands settle on your shoulders featherlight, pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be okay,” it says, and a shiver goes through its frame. You pull back in time to nearly get poked in your good eye with one of Sun’s rays. You stare blankly, voice gone as Sun straightens, one hand checking everything was in place before turning that blank, unmoving smile on you.

“Sun?” you say in a small voice, and she nods, something clicking inside her headcase. You’re immediately reaching out, ignoring the sharp edges of the rays, feeling for any irregularities you’d missed before with Moon. “What’s wrong? Can’t you speak?”

“I’ve missed you.” She speaks so softly you nearly miss it. “I’m sorry Sunflower. I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.”

“Sun!” You hold her tightly, her rays digging into your arms before she can retract them. Their hands flutter over you before settling lightly on your back, barely touching you. “I’m sorry. I know you don’t. But we’ve been so worried about you.” You squeeze her more tightly to make up for the lack of a hug on Sun’s end. “Let me look at you. I want to see…”

You pull back, hands sliding down Sun’s arms, curling into their sleeves just above their wrists. Sun watches you, but she holds still, rays remaining half retracted, an impression left from you. You have to wipe at your eyes again, realizing you’re still freely crying. “It looks like you took over easily enough. We don’t have the fiber optics in your clothes hooked up yet but—”

“Flower,” Sun says softly, and you quiet down, blinking hard. Sun’s hands shift, longer fingers tracing patterns on your inner forearms. “How can you tell anything when we look like this?”

“Huh?” The confusion snaps you out of the lingering fog of upset. “Sun, it’s still you.” You reach forward, noticing Sun’s flinch before she holds still, letting you press your hand against one of the stuck rays. It pops out, nearly cutting your hand. “I know this isn’t ideal but… it’s. It’s still you in there.” You repeat the process twice more, until Sun is able to test them, ticking them in and out in a wave without them getting stuck. “We should oil those so when you come out they won’t get stuck like that.”

“Flower.”

You attempt a smile, playing with one of Sun’s rays, making it spring back and forth until Sun withdraws it completely. “I told you, your rays have always been your giveaway. We got to take care of them so they can keep giving you away.” Your giggle is a little manic, but a big hand covers your mouth and part of your jaw. You stare at Sun blankly, biting the inside of your cheek again.

“How are you sure it’s us?” Sun asks again, her voice soft, nearly devoid of emotion. Her rays are half withdrawn, and you can tell they’re avoiding looking at your face. At least until you lick her palm. She jerks back in shock, staring at their hand, then you. “Sunflower, why! You don’t know what Moon’s been up to or the last time we washed our hands. You’ll get sick!”

You smile and this time your laugh is far more genuine. You wipe at your mouth. “I’ll brush my teeth in a minute. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me speak?”

The rays pull back further in her head, and Sun looks away, wiping their palm clean on their pants. Your smile fades, and you lean forward, touching their knee.

“I was worried we might’ve picked up the wrong chips,” you admit softly, scooting forward, wanting to touch as much of Sun as possible. “Anika had grabbed a bunch of different parts for Gemma to scan, but we were scared of waking you too early and giving you false hope. So there was this chance that something could go wrong. Gemma knew the spare body was safe enough but it wasn’t until you both came online that I really knew it was you and Moon. My Sun and Moon.”

“But how? Other than our software, none of this is us.” Sun gestures vaguely at herself. “The clothes are close now, but we’re smaller, our faceplate is wrong and empty, our programming doesn’t map properly across these new actuators and servos.”

“It feels bad, doesn’t it?” You aren’t able to properly smile, but you try anyway, lifting Sun’s faceplate to meet her eyes. This close, you can see the barest amount of light denoting where she’s looking. It’s not at you, but it’s close enough. “I’ve gone through the same thing. After the accident,” you ignore her flinch, “I had so many surgeries. Some of this skin on my face is from my thigh, you know. And some isn’t even from me.” You reluctantly touch the worst of your scars, the one that cuts over your eye. “I have metal pins in my arms and legs. Even my brain got damaged. I still don’t really know all the changes to my personality yet — hey, don’t look like that. This isn’t your or Moon’s fault.” You grab her face with both of your hands, squeezing it tightly, shaking her very gently. “Neither of you are allowed to blame yourself, okay? I’ll come in there if you do.”

There’s a bubble of laughter from Sun, a hand catching and holding yours while her rays slowly extend. “And how will you manage that Flower?”

The laughter is infectious, and you giggle despite yourself. “I know you’ve not been fronting much, but I’ve made friends with some super smart people. We’ll upload my brain on the mainframe and inject it into your headspace so I can give you and Moon a proper chewing out. So unless you want to be stuck with me for all of eternity, you’ll get the idea this is your fault out of your mind.”

“How horrible would be to be trapped with you for all of eternity.” She pulls your hand over to her mouth, teeth pressing lightly against your palm. When you curl your fingers, tracing the length of their nose, her rays tick back and forth once again, fans whirring deep in her chest.

“A nightmare even Moon won’t be able to save you from.” You take advantage of the moment, moving to crawl into Sun’s lap, back against her chest. If you lean back, you can watch her rays shift back and forth. Her arms settle slowly around you, still barely holding you. You have to tighten her arms around you yourself. “I know it’s a lot right now Sun, but Gemma is going to help make it easier. New pieces for your exoskeleton, better silicone. She’s currently working with another technician to recreate your old face. Anika’s other scavenged pieces are helping create some new code so you will control this endoskeleton more easily. It’ll be new, and it won’t quite be the same as before, but you’ll be in control of your body again. You’ll look like you again.”

“You’re saying we will be like you? But there won’t be scars.” You shiver as Sun pulls her hands from yours, touching over your arm, pushing your sleeve out of the way. “We’ll look like our old selves.”

“You can ask if you want to see,” you say, pulling Sun’s hand free. “Between the two of you I’m not sure if you’re trying to satisfy some morbid curiosity or get into my clothes.”

“Sunflower.” She sounds scandalized, but there’s no true attempt at denial.

“Besides, I think there will be scars. Maybe not as visible as mine, but… this isn’t easy.”

“No.” It comes out like a sigh, and for the first time Sun hugs you tightly. “I don’t like feeling so lost Flower. We’ve lost everything.”

She’s not entirely wrong. Her daycare, her body, the children she’d basically helped raise. They were all gone.

“But you have Moon again.”

Quiet except for the sounds of Sun working away inside, the pitch of her insides indicating a second opinion from Moon itself. “I do,” she finally says, her face dipping into your hair. “And we have you.”

“And you have me,” you agree. You sigh, the sound dragging out all the tension from your shoulders and back. You ragdoll against Sun, and they hold you tightly, concerned until you give a smile. “We’ll figure it out. I promise Sun.”

Sun is quiet, and when you look up, her rays are withdrawn again. They look away when they catch you staring, hands dropping away.

“Sun,” you try again. “It’s all right if you don’t feel better.”

“You can read me, even like this.” Sun’s chuckle is sad. “I don’t hate you. But I hate this. I hate being this.” Her hand lifts and drops again. “Moon is handling it a little better. That’s why it has been center stage.”

“I understand,” you say. There’s a pang of pain deep in your heart and you gather her arms around you again. “If Moon is comfortable being in control, then… then I understand. But please don’t hide away all the time. I know, I know you don’t hate me but it can still be hard. Is that too much to ask for?”

You can hear and feel Sun shift, rays extending as her neck cricks to one side, thinking. “I think it’s all right,” they say finally. “I think Moon will appreciate the break too.”

“Have you two been all right?” you ask, leaning your head back once again to watch Sun’s rays. She nods and then gives a little, uncertain shrug.

“We have been talking. It’s so good for Moon to be itself again, but there’s still pain. And distance.” Sun’s voice flattens and cuts off before the end of their sentence, making her rays pop in and out in surprise. “Oh. That’s new.”

“I think Moon disagrees with you.” You move slowly, pushing Sun’s legs wide so you can kneel between them and open your arms. Sun stares, rays still clicking in and out as a circle. “Come here.”

“I’ll stab you with my rays. They aren’t flexible like my old ones.”

“Don’t care.” You wiggle your fingers at her. “Come here.” Sun does eventually move into your arms, rays withdrawing so you can rest your chin on top of her faceplate. You squeeze her tightly again as her arms wind around your middle carefully. “You’re not going to break me,” you promise. “Everything’s all healed up now, even the brain stuff.”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Sun’s voice is muffled in your shoulder.

“I’m hilarious. I learned from the best after all.” There’s a little giggle. “I’ve been working on my gymnastics too,” you add. “I can almost do a back flip.”

“Oh really?” She sounds bemused. “You’ll have to show us sometime.”

“You’ll need to hold my legs.” That got a proper snort, Moon and Sun overlapping.

“I love you Sun,” you say softly. Sun’s arms slide further up, gripping the back of your shirt. “I’ll miss you. You should try texting me back sometime. Just to say how you’re doing.” Her grip tightens. “And I’ll try to say sooner if my thoughts start spiraling out of control again.”

“Okay.”

“Mm?”

Sun straightens, and you have to lean away to avoid knocking against her head. “I’ll text. If you promise to take care of yourself.”

Ah. You feel your face go hot and it’s your turn to look away. “I’m fine, really! I just sort of spiraled with that one thought and we’re working on it now!”

“You’re pale and you haven’t been sleeping well.” Sun’s fingers trap your chin and force you to look up. “Have you eaten any fruit or vegetables recently?” You grimace, and their thumb taps over your lips. “Have you been outside the pizzaplex at all this past week?”

“You’re a bully,” you complain, unable to escape. “I wanted to stay with you and Moon.”

Sun’s hand slips from your chin to your apron pocket. You make a very undignified sound until she fishes out your phone, holding it up. “You will be with us. In our own head, in a way.”

“Right.” Your lockscreen is an old picture of you and Sun, clearly taken by the animatronic. You take your phone back, holding it to your chest. “You won’t be able to escape me so long as I have this.”

“How terrible,” Sun’s smile is in his voice.

“The worst,” you agree.

#fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #daycare attendant moon #daycare attendant sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #daycare attendant fandom #fnaf dca #sundrop #moondrop #seriously how many tags are there in the world that focus on the dca #constellations au #dca ocs #my writing #I'll be backtagging my writing soon

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ficbrish · 3 months

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Kinktober Update!

Just a few things 🥰

I've updated my fic's work title on AO3!

When I first posted, I hadn't fully committed yet to doing all of the one shots with Vistri and Astarion. But now I am!

It went from

"EverythingIsAlreadyKinky - Kinktober 2023 with FicBrish"

"EverythingIsAlreadyKinky - Kinktober 2023: Oops! All Vistarion"

(very small, self-satisfying change there lol)

Also! Two new one shots have been added!

Both featuring Tav, or non-Dark Urge/Nurge, Vistri.

"Stay A While" [AO3] [Tumblr]

"The Truth of It" [AO3] [Tumblr]

Snippets below! (18+ only; Explicit)

"Stay A While"

(Act I - Forest - early into first sleeping together)

“Will you watch?” “As I hold you tight,” he offered. It was overwhelming. Astarion didn’t want a performance, not the kind she was used to, but something candid, completely her. He wasn’t asking her to curate his pleasure, he demanded she create her own. She never showed anything like it to anyone before. Accustomed to one type of role, she stepped into something unfamiliar. And not even a role, but the actor in their bed alone at night. Vistri’s hand travelled between her legs. She felt Astarion spread them further apart, holding her steady with a grip on each thigh. She was close to him again, held and admired; the only thing he wanted in the moment. Her fingers traced his lustful expression onto her soul, encircling herself in his web with every stroke. Determined to trade her life for a little death, she exposed her aching need to be coated in his poisons. She closed her eyes. “Open them, darling. I want you to watch me, as I watch you.” Her breath skipped with her choking heart as she met his gaze. Astarion looked as raw and exposed as she felt. His eager fangs rested on pouting lips. She leaned forward to lick them. “No, no, dear. You’ve got to earn that,” he cooed, “With your ecstasy.” She moaned stupidly, “Okay.” Vistri was everything his hand had been slapped away from these past 200 years. She ran through his thoughts entirely on her own. His body forced him to comply instead of the other way around. Sure, he was using her at the end of everything. She was by no means the first to surrender, but there was something sweeter about hers, and not just because she was his to savor. This time he was actually having fun. “Does it feel good, dear?” he grinned. She tossed her neck and sighed. Her eyes closed for just a moment before snapping open again to obey him, “Yes.” Astarion kissed her neck, and she moaned, leaning into it. He whispered into her ear, “You think you’re in control, but I’ve got you tangled up.” “You do,” she panted, “You do. All yours.” “My, but you put on a show,” his warm tongue wrapped around her lobe. His breath gently broke over her skin. It was like watching her layers peel back in a way he hadn’t seen before. Reading her eyes, Astarion watched them become saturated with the whole of her. The void in them brightened from her dim presence, and the light grew with her gratification. Shy at first, she stepped and then stomped into herself. Until there it was in those violet depths, the core of her on a silver platter, ready for him to devour. Vistri let his name slip lazily from her lips.

"The Truth of It"

(Act I - Mountains camp - Vistri's first time being vulnerable and opening up about herself to Astarion)

The way she shivered was her answer. Astarion grinned and stroked her throat with the tip of his nose. From the base of it to her chin, and sealed his gesture with another longing kiss. She was his. Even if it meant degrading herself. Being his little slut, bent over and drooling. He moaned on the next stroke of her tongue, overcome by the whim to fuck her senseless. His mind reeled with possibility. Just how far would she go for him, out in the open air, with the others just off into the distance? How could he give her a taste of a life that was worth living? “Get yourself off for me, dear.” “Here?” Vistri asked, grinning. Her heart pounded faster than it already was. They weren’t exactly discreet, but only ever touched each other tucked away in the woods or his tent. Here, out on the cliff where anyone might see… It was like he was claiming her. Like maybe some small part of his mind, or some feeling deep down, knew how important she was going to be to him once he realized his truth. That if he asked her to cum in the open air under the evening glow, she was worth something. “The sun is disappearing, and I’ll cover you.” Her grin grew wider, even reaching her eyes. She tried to tug one of her arms free from his grip. “Ah, ah! No hands." She looked at him curiously. Maybe he’d changed his mind about her. Maybe he had a delightfully naughty idea. Maybe this was the start of his attempt to toss her off the cliff. He unwrapped one of her legs from around his, and slid his thigh between hers, “Use me.” “Okay.” Showing her how to proceed, Astarion rubbed himself against her middle. She bit her lip and began to roll her hips. Her obedience was like a drug, and they passed it with their tongues where it melted into them and infected their minds worse than those tadpoles ever could. “Good,” he praised, just above a whisper. He fondled her neck, and the hand he let go of shot to his curls. His fangs throbbed, so ready to take her that he gasped as if biting into something hot whenever they touched her skin. She made a sound he had to shush, it was too personal and way too explicit. “I can block you from view, but I cannot stop your sound.” She nodded, sighing and rocking against his thigh. “All the pieces come together,” he said as she pleasured herself on him, “You’ve always given yourself to me so willingly. Let me bite you. Now I know why.” Vistri tossed her head back, craning her neck, and sighed, “There are worse things than dying in the arms of someone pretty.” “And if I had killed you that night?” “I hope you would have drunk me up.” A full, wanting, warm acceptance of himself—Not just his charm, but the monster, the ugliness in him. She wanted all of it, treasured all of him. He’d never been good enough for anyone before, just a disappointment under an illusion. But she made him feel like a god. He groaned, composure slipping, “Ohfuckme…” “Okay.”

#vistarion #fic update #BrishFics #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #stay a while fic #truth of it fic #smut #lemon

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wowbright · 5 months

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Fic: Alone

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: december klaine fanworks challenge 2023

Words: ~1,200 words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Soon after returning from his mission, Blaine gets to do the thing he’s been looking forward to the most.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3.

“Alone. Finally. Now I don’t have to die from a fatal case of sexual frustration,” Blaine said, tugging at Kurt’s top button. He appreciated the effort his family had made to welcome him back from his mission, but this—this was the thing he’d been looking forward to most.

“Slow down, cowboy. I'd like to keep this shirt in one piece.”

Blaine tried, but between the sounds Kurt made as Blaine kissed him beneath his ear and the way the adrenaline was making Blaine’s hands shake, he wasn't sure how to get Kurt's clothes off without tearing them.

“Here.” Kurt rolled out from under Blaine and stood at the side of the bed, his fingers making easy work of the buttons. “Why don't you watch?”

The smirk on Kurt's face—it was so hot and so unfair. He knew what this was doing to Blaine, lighting all his nerves up like fireworks on the German new year. “Like our first time?” Blaine said, trying to play it cool but his voice cracking on the vowels.

Kurt nodded sweetly as he peeled his overshirt off to reveal the garment top beneath. “Sometimes, the best presents are the ones that are unwrapped for you.”

The words sparked Blaine into action. He could take care of his own clothes while he watched Kurt—because it wasn't like he was going to stop watching Kurt, like he would miss the way the pale expanse of Kurt’s belly and chest were revealed as he pulled his garment top off over his head—but maybe he could be a gift for Kurt, too. Oh, how he wanted to be—to unfold himself completely and let Kurt take what he could for pleasure.

So Blaine echoed his lover’s moves, dispensing of his layers in the same order, enjoying the hungry way in which Kurt watched the revealing, until they both had nothing left to shimmy off.

“I wasn't sure if you'd still be wearing your garments,” Blaine said as he stacked his garment bottom with as much respect as his trembling hands could manage on top of their pile of discarded clothes.

Kurt arched an eyebrow as he climbed back onto the bed. “But you could see them through my clothes, couldn't you? I mean, the top, at least.”

“Yeah. I meant, I wasn’t sure before I saw you. I thought, maybe you'd stopped.”

Which was the stupidest thing Blaine could have possibly said, because before Blaine had spoken them, Kurt was in the process of crawling on top of him and Blaine was pretty sure that the next thing he'd been planning to do was sandwich their bodies together, and oh, Blaine wanted to feel that, it had been so long since he'd felt Kurt's skin and heat and the heaviness of his arousal in that unfettered way. The months he'd spent imagining this moment, recreating their touches in his mind, longing for all the things he had ever done with Kurt and for things they hadn't yet done—but now, Kurt stopped mid-air, hovering over Blaine on all fours in a way that both tantalized and tortured him. “Would that have bothered you?” Kurt said softly—not nervous, not fearful of being judged, but full of concern only for Blaine’s feelings.

Blaine shook his head. “I love you. Garments or no garments, church or no church. I love you because …” and that was a stupid way to start a sentence, because no words existed in the English language—or the German one, for that matter—to explain love. All he knew was that it was good, and holy, and that God smiled every time Blaine said those three words to Kurt in any language. “… because I love you. Because you’re my person.”

Kurt smiled. It felt like the light of a thousand heavens. “Well,” he said, his expression shifting toward the sly, “I don't wear garments all the time. Sometimes I'm practically naked under my clothing. Sometimes all I wear is a pair of red bikini briefs.”

Blaine groaned audibly at the image. His dick grew heavier against his belly. Kurt put his hand around it, sizing it up with the gentle appreciation of a connoisseur. “You like that?”

“You know I do, Kurt. Everything about you—”

But he couldn't finish, because Kurt's hand was moving on him now, skin against skin, flesh becoming one with flesh. “Only red bikini briefs? Or would other colors do it for you too?” Kurt teased. “Because I have a whole collection in my suitcase. Maybe I could model them sometime.”

“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, and then he ran out of words. He kissed Kurt—on the neck and on the mouth and on that spot right below his ear until Kurt was as desperate as Blaine.

“I’ve thought about this so much,” Kurt moaned as Blaine worked his kisses down Kurt’s belly. “Your mouth, Blaine. You have no idea what it does to me.”

Blaine had some idea. Kurt was hard and leaking, and when Blaine tongued the tip, Kurt gasped.

“It makes me come, Blaine. Thinking about you. I’ve thought about you in so many ways. I want—”

But now it was time for Kurt to lose his language. Blaine took him into his mouth and sucked, lovingly and desperately. He was out of practice, and his jaw might regret this later, but—

Kurt jerked out of his mouth. “Not so fast. I get my just rewards, too.” He flipped Blaine onto his side and did something that reminded Blaine of a somersault and suddenly Kurt was back in his mouth but he was inside Kurt's mouth, too, everything hot and wet and oh, oh, oh God, Kurt was making sounds—deep, guttural, pleasured sounds like having Blaine inside his mouth was the better end of the bargain—and they vibrated into Blaine and through him and Blaine sucked like his life depended on it, clenched his fingers into Kurt’s buttocks and pulled him as deep as Blaine’s mouth and inexperienced throat would allow. And he couldn’t say I love you but he could show Kurt, he could show—

Kurt arched into Blaine, his body stiff with pleasure, and he grunted around Blaine’s penis as he came and that was so hot—the sound of Kurt and the flood of semen that was almost too much for Blaine to swallow, and oh Blaine was so close to gone, and he curled his fingers through Kurt’s hair and tried to guide him off, but Kurt refused to budge, just kept sucking on Blaine like his life depended on it, and Blaine had no choice but to let go.

“So,” Kurt said a few minutes later, when they’d wiped their mouths and caught their breath and kissed and kissed and kissed, tasting themselves on each other’s tongues, “was it worth the wait?”

“Um, definitely.” Blaine giggled. “But I don’t think we should wait that long ever again.”

“Good,” said Kurt, rolling half on top of Blaine and looking him in the eye. “So maybe a snack, a shower, and a fashion show courtesy of the underwear collection in my suitcase, and you’ll be ready for round two?”

Blaine felt his arousal stirring again. “That’s an awfully long list. Maybe we skip straight to the fashion show?”

#let me know if you spot any out of place words because spouse wandered in chatty in the middle of me posting w/dication on #december klaine challenge 2023 #day 2: bikini #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction

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sinfulsinewave · 14 days

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i typed this out absentmindedly while working on like 4 different things so it may not be up to my usual standards but whatever, y'all seem to like particularly violent robot smut here

cw lesbian robot violence

i only got to her place about thirty minutes ago, yet she already seems to have taken a liking to me. she's been gently caressing my soft silicone skin, talking about how lovely it feels, and how pretty the clean white looks on me. she's getting a little more excited by now, growing more touchy, pressing her fingers between my panels, holding me tighter, breathing heavier

before i know it i find my comparatively tiny 150cm chassis shoved against a wall, not even attempting to resist as she effortlessly picks me up by the neck, giving me a little smooch in the middle of my glass display of a face; giggling as she sees me grow more and more flustered

"you'd make such a good toy, you know~" she whispers directly into one of my microphones, "and you'd love that, wouldn't you?~"

i can't help but nod nervously in agreement as her slightly raspy voice echoes in my head. she giggles a tiny bit again, grabbing me into a bridal carry, my flustered mind too overwhelmed to pick up on my surroundings, or where she's taking me

the next thing i know, i get roughly slammed down on a metal table, squealing as i feel some of the plating on my back crack from the impact. i stare up at her as she sits on top of me, grinning slightly

she leans down, essentially laying down on top of me, pinning me down as she starts peeling off some of my paneling. she nonchalantly tosses the bits of plastic aside, ripping out the connectors for my touch sensors

"last chance to turn back, cutie~" she warns, but the both of us already know the answer

she sits up slightly, picking up a hammer from underneath the table, flipping it around carelessly. she gives me another little kiss, prompting me to flash a little heart pattern on my display.. which is promptly shattered into tiny little crystals of glass by her hammer, my screaming mixing with her giggling

she then proceeds to slam her hand through the hole, seemingly not even noticing the shards of glass scratching her up as she feels around inside my head

before long she grabs onto some cables, yanking out one of my camera arrays, my servos clicking frantically before the connectors fail to hold on, one of my delicate optical modules dead in her hand, before i get to see it discarded like a piece of e-waste with my remaining two

then go my lidar and other cameras, taking a hammer right in the lenses, leaving me blind, squirming underneath her

"stay still." i hear her command as she grabs onto my neck, holding me down. i don't even get to ask what she's doing before feeling an intense heat near my back. that, combined with finding myself unable to move tells me everything. she giggles as i finally pick up on the fact that i've been welded to the table, and am not going anywhere anytime soon

"by the way.." she mentions, "hope you didn't think you're stuck to just a table~"

"wait, w-what is this then?"

"you'll know~" she answers, right as i hear the unmistakable whine of large stepper motors from somewhere above me, moving closer

then a piece of metal tapping on me, followed by some typing, and then the turbine-like whir of a large motor

i still have no idea what is happening, until i feel metal blades dig into the surface of my arm's plastic skin, prompting a little squeal out of me

then again, and again, and again, and again; taking out minuscule slices at a time, slowly but surely digging their way through

my squeals shift to screams as what i now recognise is a milling machine tears through my arm, shaving off layer after layer of the whole thing

as the machine cuts into my frame and wires, my mind gets flooded by erratic signals from the wiring shorting out on itself, getting interpreted as pulses of every feeling imaginable. my mind getting overwhelmed by feelings, i start to shift into weak moans, finding myself enjoying the whole process

"well someone is enjoying itself, isn't it?~" i hear her say as she steps closer to me, most of my arm in shreds of metal and plastic by now. and as if the sensory overload wasn't bad enough, she proceeds to lean in to kiss what's left of my face again

and she doesn't go easy, her saliva dripping through the cracks, causing minor faults in even more systems as i struggle to even maintain consciousness

i wake up an unknown time later in her bed, the only thing i'm able to reliably feel being her warmth and weight on top of me

she slowly wakes up as well

i try to look up at her, forgetting that i have no more visual sensors. she laughs sleepily at my attempt

"hope you enjoyed last night", she says, "…because i'm not at all done with you, toy~"

i only manage to nod slightly in agreement, not like i have a choice

…not that i'd choose otherwise even if i did

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Levi Fluff

Summary: Levi x reader. Basically a fluff piece. I had a rough night so wanted to write something almost for myself. Character name is my nickname. I only used it once or twice.

Warning: did not proof read or spell check. Wrote this quick.

Today was a going to be a good day. At least thats what you told yourself when you woke up. The rays of sun shining in your room, illuminating Levi’s sleeping face. He didn’t sleep over much, you usually slept in his room, but you had begged him the night before.

You were coming from dinner, a little tipsy off the wine some of your other comrades managed to get there hands on. Levi begrudgingly holding your hand walking along the stone paths back to your room at the scouts base. He hated hand holding, everytime you went to grab his hand he’d tense up a little, roll his eyes “Seriously?” He’d say. But still, he let you do it every single time.

“Will you sleep with me tonight? Pleaseeee” you begged as you made your way to your door.

“I think you really need to sleep this off Bee” he said letting go of your hand and pushing open your door.

“But I really want to cuddle you. Pretty please? I’ll make you tea just the way you like it in the morning!”

“Tsk. Fine. Who am I to turn down a good cup of tea” he replied. He really did like the way you made his tea. Besides, unbeknownst to you on the occasions you did stay the night together it was the best sleep he ever got, and it was the only time he actually enjoyed the physical contact. But he would never admit that.

Now here you were. Saturday a day off. A day to do whatever you both pleased. Sun shining in through your window, casting light on his beautiful face. Hair ruffled, skin illuminated. Sleeping peacefully on your pillow. He really was beautiful. Every crease of his face, every wrinkle of his eye, ever small scar. The way his bottom lip slightly overtook his top. You were in awe someone like him could want someone like you. He was perfect.

Humanity’s strongest soldier. That much was clear, everyone knew it. He had the strength of a whole squad on his own, even stronger. But that wasn’t what made him perfect, not to you. It was the layers behind that, the layers you had to peel back over time. It was his deep devotion to humanity, he cared so much about saving everyone, ensuring their safety. It was his drive to keep moving forward, even after all the loss he suffered. It was the way he’d clean your ODM gear, even when you didn’t ask. The way he always tested your tea before you took a sip to make sure you didn’t burn yourself. The way he looked at you, like you were the most important person in the world. The way he loved you. No he wasn’t super affectionate and he didn’t use pet names but he always showed you how much he cared. And when you were being affectionate when you called him all your stupid little pet names he never ever stopped you. He was too good for you, that’s what you always thought.

It’s not like you weren’t pretty, you knew that. Your light brown skin you inherited from your father that most people were either envious or curious of, long brown wavy hair from your mother. Deep brown eyes. Short and petite, smaller than Levi which was harder to come by. You’d been told your whole life you were pretty. But you were also clumsy, a little awkward, you talked way to much. You held on to people so tight it could be suffocating. You couldn’t see how humanity’s strongest soldier could love you of all people. Sure you were brave, you fought well. But you weren’t like him. You admired him, way before you even got together. You looked up to him, the thought you could be here with him now…that was a dream. A dream that somehow came true. And now you were here making him tea, just the way he likes it. Musing over how lucky you were to be his.

The rustling of your bed snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Mornin Bee” he said. Voice deep and cracked. “How long have you been up?” He said sitting up, stretching his arms out with a deep yawn.

“Not long…” His hair was a mess and you giggled a little at how cute he looked. “ Sorry sweetie your hair is just so messy. It’s cute”

He rolls his eyes. You could be so…mushy he thought. It wasn’t who he was, he loved you either way but he always rolled his eyes or scoffed whenever you said something cute, or complimented him.

“Ugh. Shut up!” He says flattening his hair back to the perfect part he always had it in “you make tea? You promised” he said narrowing his eyes. He got out of bed, wearing only the pants he had on the night before. He wasn’t very tall but he was built. Years of ODM gear use toned him out well. And you always blushed a little at the sight of him without his shirt, broad shoulders and tights abs. He was just so sexy.

“Of course I did…but kiss me first” you say hiding his cup of tea behind your back. Kissing was actually something Levi didn’t mind doing. Although he liked to pretend. You always thought he just liked the other things kissing led to. Plus it was the only time he’d be remotely handsy without you begging for it, and you loved that.

“Fine” he says planting a kiss on your lips, softly. Than another to your forehead before reaching behind you and snagging the cup from your hands taking a seat on your sofa. You smile. Forehead kisses were your favorite thing he did. He didn’t do them too often, usually when he was really sleepy. Or after you were intimate. But every time you melted a little inside. It was the definition of weak at the knees.

“Did you sleep okay?” You ask. You knew he suffered from insomnia. He rarely ever slept in a bed, he rarely ever slept at all…unless you were around. You recalled the first time you stayed the night with him. It was on a mission, you and the other scours set up in an old abandoned castle for the night. Titans didn’t move in the moonlight so you knew you were safe to get some shut eye. He just sat next to you on a chair watching you attempt to sleep. You had asked him to lay with you but he made up some excuse. At first you thought he was embarrassed to be with you around the other Scouts. In the beginning he hated any form of PDA. But you soon realized it was because he didn’t actually sleep. He just sat in a chair all night, dozing off for a few minutes at a time, watching you sleep. It took him awhile to open up to you about it. Eventually he did.

“I think I actually got a few hours of sleep this time. It helps, having you with me.” He says, cheeks suddenly flushed with embarrassment at the thought of actually admitting that. “I mean, you know, taking care of your drunk ass last night probably wiped me out, your a brat for that by the way” he recovers.

“I’m sorry, at least I didn’t throw up. You really just had to deal with how talkative I get” You say taking a seat next to him on your sofa and resting your head on his shoulder. You really craved being close to him all the time.

“Yeah yeah, that’s tiring in itself. You were going on and on about how great I was, what a good fuck I am, how strong you think I am you’d think I’d let it go to my head” he says laughing just slightly to himself. Showing off that beautiful smile. The smile he rarely showed anyone; not even you. You had to take it in every time. His whole face lit up when he smiled, eyes crinkled, he had the nicest smile.

“I mean all of that is true. I can’t help it I love you and I just feel like telling you all the fucking time” you say only half joking, burying your head in his shoulder for a moment.

He rolls his eyes again. This time almost amusingly. “Yeah yeah, I love you to brat” he says ruffling your hair…you lean up and kiss his cheek.

“Sooo. We have all day to ourselves today, what do you wanna do?”

He sighs. “Hmmm. We could clean your room. It’s filthy in here” he says looking around. It was clean to you, you were a pretty cleanly person. It was one of things he liked about you.

“It could be cleaner” he says matter-of-factly. Almost teasing.

“Orrrrr, we could go on a picnic and than help tend to the horses?” You suggest. His eyes lit up just a fraction at the mention of tending to the horses. Levi loved animals, probably a lot more than people. He cared for them, he was always yelling at the other cadets about their treatment of your horses.

“I guess that could be okay. It’s warm enough. Make sure you bring a sweater though, the wind is still chilly. I don’t want you to get cold”. This was exactly how you knew he cared for you. Moments like this, where he was thoughtful of your well being. He didn’t have to tell you anything, his actions showed you he cared.

“Okay, get dressed. We can go to the shop and pick some stuff up for a picnic. We can go down by the river, watch the clouds, pretend titans don’t exist for just a little while.” you say wrapping your arms around his neck. Covering his face in kisses.

He pushes you away “okay, okay. that’s enough.” he whines, ruffling your hair and stands “come on, you wanna shower with me?” he asks. His face turning a slight shade of red at the thought, you could see the outline of his cock on his pants. It became quickly evident to you his motivations for the shared shower.

You grab his hand, giggling as you lead him into the bathroom. Today really was going to be a good day.

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deputy-buck · 2 months

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Well now you gotta let us know your thoughts on Hawk/Tim puppyplay

!!! love you anon, so much !!! here's Tim's lamb + some other items and photos

Is it a way for Hawk to take more control? yeah, a bit. But is it more so about Tim letting go and being more comfortable with himself? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

I project a little onto Tim, and I HC him being very unsure and over-conscious of his movements, like his physical bodily movements, he's over-aware of anyone's eyes on him to the point he thinks "Am I walking normal? what do I do with my hands? is this a weird way to stand?" It's super fun- I've settled on "Skip" being Tim's pup name :3

Also I'd like to say a super special THANK YOU to @lispenard-street for beta-reading this fic for me!!! Literally every piece of input you had was gold and the absolute correct thing to do, not to mention all the super kind words you had for me even though the draft was in shambles when you first saw it lmfao- So thank you, Gem💚

Fetch

Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way. With a beat of hesitance, Hawk let him in, slightly worried no work would get done. Hawk really has no clue how telling a bunch of grown men and women to essentially stand down will do any good for the department, but he'd rather chop off his own hand than go against Senator Smith.

Tim’s head feels light and full of syrup-damp cotton. He’s quite familiar with this feeling, having been experiencing it for some years; the swirling, strangling, suffocating need to serve and submit. But it’s all different now, knowing that he has someone he can relinquish himself to. Knowing he can let his mind float away and still be safe regardless of whatever may happen around him.

His tongue is wet and heavy behind his teeth, forcing him to swallow the excess spit before it drips past his stress-chewed lips. A warm buzz tingles across every inch of his skin and radiates through his insides; the feeling settles somewhere in his hips and weakens his knees, joints threatening to buckle beneath his weight. The urge to sink to the floor right on Hawk’s doorstep nearly wins but he has just enough sense left in him to know that it would get the door shut in his face.

Instead, he takes a couple wobbly steps across the threshold and into the foyer before giving in to the downward pull and sinking to his knees on the hearth rug that poses as a welcome mat. Tim struggles with bumbling, pawing hands to strip himself of his clothes, only managing to shake out of his coat and claw at the already loose knot of his tie before he lets his hands drop to his lap in defeat. Head swimming, lungs unable to draw in enough air, he looks up to the man standing in front of him, asking —begging— for help with watery eyes, throat resistant to form any sound other than a pitiful whine.

Hawk smiles and gently peels away the layers of Tim’s human facade: tweed, cotton, tortoiseshell, and gold all in turn. Replacing it with leather and brass, unbinding his pup from responsibility and expectation, letting him be raw and sensitive here where Hawk can protect him—can be the soothing balm to all his scrapes and burns caused by the world.

With a finger hooked in the D-ring of Tim’s collar, Hawk leads his pup into the living room. A little bit of fussing over Tim’s blanket, a brief pitstop at his desk to fetch Tim’s little white lamb, and a soft yet firm command of “Down. Settle, Skip,” later; Hawk redirects his attention back to his speech —leaving his little pup to play at his feet— intent on making good progress tonight. So he's got a pencil in his hand and three sheets of paper —two already full of his scrawling, thankfully— on an old book in his lap. He's not sitting at his desk for this —his back hurts too damn much— but instead is reclining on the low couch on the opposite wall.

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Tim nudges his little white lamb into Hawk's lap, propping his chin on the older man's robe-covered knee, huffing and whining when his handler doesn't immediately look at him. The sweet noise catches Hawk's attention immediately, quickly switching his focus to Tim's pouting lips and glimmering eyes instead of the stark white pages.

Those big doe eyes shine with a playfulness that has Hawk's heart seized with warmth and affection for the young man.

He’s just a boy, Hawk marvels.

Tim had been quietly playing by himself on his rust orange tartan blanket at his handler's socked feet, manipulating the soft toy with his hands and rubbing his cheek against the fluff of its fur, nipping at the tiny ears and tail. But that gets boring after a while, and Hawk hasn’t so much as reached down to pet him in the last twenty minutes.

A break might do Hawk some good— his eyes are starting to sting anyway.

"Wanna play, huh?" Hawk sets the pencil and makeshift writing pad aside, picking up the small plush and shaking it in front of Tim's face. A laugh bubbles up from his chest as Tim presses his chest forward against Hawk's shin and snaps at the toy, teeth clacking together when a soft, felt hoof gets close to his nose. Maybe he'll catch it one day but today isn't that day.

"Get it, boy." With one last flick of the toy in Tim's face, Hawk tosses the cotton-stuffed lamb across the living room and into the kitchen hall; he had moved the chair that usually sits in the center of the room over, giving his pup room to play while he worked. Hawk is thinking of making this furniture configuration permanent, always allowing Tim to slip down to the floor and be 'Skip' with nothing in his way when his boy’s mind starts to shift and slide to one more canid.

This is a fairly new addition to their play, fetch. It still feels odd to crawl on the floor in nothing but his briefs and collar; bright sconces of the kitchen hall leaving him nowhere to hide. Tim feels a bit exposed, as though his most vulnerable parts are bared for Hawk to scrutinize from his comfortable perch. The skin of his face, chest, and back flush a rosy shade of pink knowing Hawk is watching him.

Hawk rakes his eyes down Tim's body, a ball of heat beginning to wind and coil low in his belly. With a slight readjustment of his robe and briefs, Hawk makes sure to conceal his growing erection, knowing that's not what his puppy needs right now.

Tim clambers his way across the living room, palms and knees softly thumping on the hardwood floor as he chases his lamb. The nickel tag clipped to his collar jingles with each plodding step. He's not going to humiliate himself by trying to trot after it —he knows he'll fall flat on his face— but he's learned that Hawk wants him to crawl instead of get up and walk. Dogs don't walk upright, Skip. Down, boy.

Once Tim reaches his beloved lamb, he dips down to grab it between blunt teeth. Jaws clamped down on the soft fabric, Tim shakes it side to side like a terrier with a rat or a Beagle with a rabbit: mauling it before bringing it back to his owner for a reward. His hair falls into his eyes as he does so, obscuring his glasses-less vision even more when he turns his attention to Hawk, panting softly, searching for that warm smile he's always trying to draw out of his handler. The one that lets Tim know he's doing good.

He gets it, a sharp show of teeth, the highest value reward Hawk could ever give.

"Bring it here, Skip. Come on." Hawk encourages, patting the top of his thigh to beckon his pup back to him. He loves when his boy turns into his pup, the thorns of defiance and questioning stripped away to sweet, silent submission. Hawk wouldn't change Tim's inquisitive mind and crashing emotions for anything, but it's nice not having to be on his toes, waiting to be thrown off-kilter by a question he hasn't allowed himself to think about.

Tim ducks his head as he crawls back to Hawk, still a bit too aware of the position his body is in. Hawk had said he likes the way Tim's shoulders flex and strain as he lumbers across the floor on all fours. The memory of Hawk growling those words in his ear while the older man's hands squeezed and kneaded the muscle in Tim's arms prompts Tim to pause once his hands hit the scratchy circular rug. He slides them forward to stretch out in front of himself, chest nearly brushing the floor, fingers clawing at the rug, intentionally tensing his shoulders to make the muscles ripple and cord beneath his skin. Arching his back like a dog who just woke up. His collar tightens around his throat as he does so, biting into his skin, leaving the faintest mark for later.

Satisfied with the shaky sigh and chuckle Hawk lets out, Tim straightens back up to finally bring the toy back to his handler, a little more confidence in his stride. His tag jingles a little louder now. Depositing the lamb in Hawk's open palm, Tim sits back on his haunches, ready to chase and retrieve the toy again, willing to bare himself for as long as Hawk will grant.

"Good boy, Skip." Hawk praises, free hand ruffling through Tim's hair, pausing to gently scratch behind his pup's ear the way Tim loves. "Always such a good puppy for me."

Again thank you so SO much for beta-reading this for me, Gem, you're the best!!

#pup tim #pup skip #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #hawk x tim #fellow travelers #puppyplay #buck builds #buck backtalks #again sorry mobile users that the time break is off center I do almost everything on desktop-

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eyesaremosaics · 22 days

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The world is in such a state, that I feel embarrassed sharing my thoughts or feelings about anything, especially something as petty as my personal problems.

I’m writing today for myself, and maybe someone out there can relate.

I’ve been going through changes for a while now. I’m definitely experiencing a spiritual awakening I have had many encounters (some I initiated, but most having to do with the random crossing of paths) that were very healing, some after ten years or more of silence between us. It’s almost like… all the wounding that I did and that was done to me in my twenties has come full circle.

I have felt overflowing love, understanding, as well as a consciousness of my part to play in every relationship/situation. It was painful to look at my shadow self so clearly. To peel back the layer of victimhood, and realize that maybe I was the problem, in many respects.

Yet in this process of fully realizing my faults, I have developed something I never had before: compassion for myself. I understand why I was the way I was, and looking back, I was able to see just how far I’ve come. It was a good feeling, a proud feeling. Tying off loose ends energetically from so many people from my past. People who were major players in my story (and I in theirs).

It’s bittersweet, the forgiveness is heartfelt on both sides, yet the empty echo of what was, and will never be again lingers on. Yet the older I get, the more I realize it’s all perspective.

With the impending eclipse, I have felt this urge to transform. This shedding of skin. I keep peeling it off like strips, like the bark from a very old tree. I’m uncomfortable being “comfortable”. I keep thinking beyond me, I constantly leave my body, float up to god knows where.

This quiet dissociation gets me into trouble.

On the regular.

Like a fever dream you live on, a heartbeat in my head. All the dreams, your shadowed face. All apologies. Wanting to speak to me. Whispering words I can’t remember upon waking. It feels like energetic stalking. Sitting on all these words I’ve written.

All the perspective I’ve gained in recent weeks… on each past relationship I had. The gifts I got from each lover, what I learned, and how I’ve changed. I harbor no anger toward any of them anymore. I understand it all. I see it from a Birds Eye view. The drop in the bucket, rippling out into ocean blue. The reverberation spills into areas I don’t even realize, to people I’ve never met.

Sitting with all the ugly things I’ve said and done in my life.

Comforted by the fact that in my heart I know I never meant any harm. I know myself now. I know I never hurt anyone on purpose. I was just trying to survive, through so much trauma and pain, just as they were.

I have compassion for each of them, and I also have compassion for myself.

The only way you can shift your beingness, is to live by example. Just be the thing you wish to see. Show up differently, and consistently. The more you practice, the easier it gets.

I’m doing a cleanse to prepare for the Ayahuasca ceremony. I need the purge, I need to purify my spirit. They say the first session is like opening a Pandora’s box. The second open heart surgery, the third is repair, or sewing you back up. I need this hard reset more than I can explain.

My friend Alejandro did the ceremony after both of his parents died rather suddenly. Therapy wasn’t working, so he tried Ayahuasca, and said it was like 100 therapy sessions in one. He said his dead mother (whom he had been very close to) came down and wrapped her arms around him and held him while he cried. He knew he didn’t have to be so sad anymore, because she was always around him, whenever he needed her. Powerful stuff.

I am a little afraid to open the Pandora’s box of all the SA I’ve experienced. I lost count. It’s really sad. I don’t talk about my traumas anymore, mainly because it just makes everyone around me uncomfortable. Plus I don’t like the way people change how they are towards you. It’s a part of my past, but it doesn’t define me. I am not what happened to me.

Fearful that I will have to relive some of these memories. Hoping to connect with some of those who have passed on. Hoping to resolve this thing with you that keeps cropping up in my mind nearly a decade later. Why is it surfacing now?

I used to write poetry. Now I don’t feel confident enough to string words together.

Yet I express myself in other ways. Or do I? Am I merely stunted? I feel like I can’t be myself with my partner, or with many people I am forced to deal with on a regular basis.

Started just being myself again, regardless of how I think it will be received. This has been to greet results. Yet I fear I am outgrowing many of my relationships… this is uncomfortable, as some of these are my primary anchors. Hoping to get clear about these things in the coming months.

I feel different, I’m not who I was, but I’m still in a state of becoming.

So many old wounds resurfacing. I know this is a time of healing, and I am eager to receive all the light.

Hoping you are all feeling the changes too in your own lives. Curious to hear if you’ve had similar things come up for you in these trying times… especially with all the transits taking place.

#me

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many-but-one · 1 month

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This is a poem written by Dorian nearly couple years ago now. He never ended up posting it because he intended to post the audio with it but we never finished captioning the audio. Going through our drafts, we found it. Since we’re on a poetry sharing kick tonight, I’ll post it now. This poem should probably be updated eventually since Dori knows more now, but we will keep it as-is for now.

Written by Dori:

I want to note that this poem is HEAVILY inspired by a slam poem by Patrick Roche. He came up with the idea of moving backwards in the timeline, which I felt was just...genius. Especially in the realm of DID, where if you know at the first age you have DID, you know it will only get progressively worse. And in my case, things do get worse, but then you get to see the real things that were believed back then. I discussed this poem with several parts in our system, not only asking for their help, but also asking if it was okay for me to share.

Lastly, here are the trigger warnings. This poem is HEAVY. It is graphic, it alludes and blatantly states some very disturbing things. I am tired of being silent.

TW: Alcohol, CSA, adulthood/teen SA, intense religious imagery, blasphemy, unalive attempt, drugs/pills, medical/hospital/doctors, self harm, domestic violence, parents, violence in general, car crashes, AFAB menstruation, neglect, death of a family member, a lot of cursing, BIG mentions of grooming from the POV of the child, brief mentions of abortions.

Haha. The gods really put every single TW they could think of in my life huh. Realizing that my entire life is essentially a trigger warning is 😅 Oof.

Anyway, here is the poem. Read with caution.

24 years and counting.

24, going on 25. I wake up each morning not knowing who I am and this is normal now. I have realized that this will be my normal forever, or at least until I process the layers upon layers of trauma, hidden underneath layers and layers of amnesia that I slowly peel back like onion skins, each layer getting more and more terrifying, more and more worrisome. The deeper I dig into this hole of unknown the harder my heart beats, and I realize my heart beats like a war drum. I have always been at war, with myself, with this body of mine. Of ours.

Mid 24, I come to terms with a diagnosis called DID. I start to learn more about the different versions of myself, where they all intersect, where it melds together and where it stands apart. I think I know everything but 24 going on 25 version of me laughs at how naive I am. Perhaps 25 year old me will laugh at 24 going on 25 me. Maybe I’ll realize the depths of the hell I crawled out of called childhood was worse than I know even now. I don’t look forward to it.

Early 24, I got married this year, my wife married three of me, three of me love her dearly. Things feel right and good again, I feel like I am on a happy path. My brain makes about as much sense at it always has, but at least I somewhat understand the pieces of the puzzle I’ve been given. Or at least, so I thought.

23, this year is a blur, the only thing that stands out is that I quit my job I’ve had for five years. I loved that job. I quit that job because one of my past abusers walked in with no warning, and the sirens in my head went off like there was a nuclear bomb incoming. I still tell myself he didn’t see me but I know I’m lying to myself. I quit that very day and I realized that he still has control over me to this very day, 17 years after the trauma ended.

22, Two months before I am set to graduate college with my degree I get the diagnosis that changes my life. Not that my life is any different afterwards, at least not yet, so I try to continue forward regardless. How badly I wish to return to this moment and take my own face in my hands and look myself deep in the eyes and tell the 22 year old me that they have a storm coming. I think I already know, despite not really knowing, because I find myself getting drunk after work almost every night. I hide the bottles from my fiancée. I don’t want her to think I am my father.

21, I am old enough to drink! I barely drink. Every time I drink and it tastes too much like alcohol I am reminded of my father’s breath. I...don't know why. I stick to fruity drinks that taste good so that I can stop feeling things. Maybe I really am my father’s daughter.

20, I finally start making friends in college, which is strange. Some people talk to me and I’ve never met them before, but they act like we’ve been friends since forever. Sometimes I attend lectures and I don’t remember what they are about. Sometimes I ask questions and I can hear my voice speaking and feel my mouth moving and I don’t know what I am saying. This is normal. The competent version of me sometimes does stuff when I get overwhelmed, that’s normal. That’s always happened! Everyone does that, right?

19, I wake up on the floor of my mother’s bathroom one afternoon, I smell my own stench I have been rotting in, I peek my eyes open and see pill bottles all around me, but no pills to be seen. The burn of bile on my throat and in my mouth makes me gag. I look in the toilet and see the pills. I won’t remember this moment until I am 24. I will learn it was not me that tried to kill themselves. I will also learn it was not me that saved me.

18, I have my first of many mental hospital stays. The doctors watch me stare at the other kids in the ward, nearly catatonic. They said they’d never seen a patient that never smiled. “Most kids get out of here within a couple of days!” They assured my mother and I. Two weeks later and I am still rotting on the plastic bedsheets. I lie and tell them I’m okay but I am not okay, I just want to live a life that involves shoelaces and doesn’t have nurses yelling at me to brush my teeth. I go back to school like nothing happened and almost all of my friends are gone. They never really cared.

18, pre-mental hospital, I am dating a boy that I don’t love. I am dating him because that’s what girls do even though I am not a girl. He is my best friend and it just seemed right. I really only dated him because sometimes I felt like I really loved him, but most of the time his lips on mine and his hands on my waist felt wrong. Something in my head feels like it’s buzzing like a beehive every time I go to his apartment. It’s almost like a spidey sense, except I ignore it and when I find myself back home, I don’t remember anything that happened at his house, nor how I ended up back home. I don’t think about it too hard.

17, My dad punched a wall again. He screamed until I cried again. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do this anymore. I hurt myself with sharp objects because it feels like that’s what I’m supposed to do. I never feel the pain, I only ever clean up the mess. I try to make myself as ugly as possible. To me(?) it makes sense. Obviously, if I am hideous, people will leave me alone. They won’t hurt me anymore, right? ...right?

17, suddenly an angry version of myself appears and I realize I am SICK and TIRED of mistreatment. I fight back, I fight back with teeth and claws and words that are even sharper than both of those combined. I don’t remember these times very well. I certainly don’t remember the time this angry version of me YANKED the largest knife out of the butcher block and threatened the very man who ruined my life with it. I LOVE this version of myself. She’s intensity, with veins full of gasoline, ready and waiting for someone to ignite her. She bares her teeth in a grin and laughs, she says “I dare you, set me aflame, I will burn you with me.” Thanks, Alice.

16, I nearly crash my car while I’m zoned out. Haha! I always zone out. Sometimes I zone out so hard that I forget big chunks of time, but everyone does that!

15, my friend shows me his self harm scars and is trying to gain sympathy but I have none to give. I wonder if maybe doing the same will help me learn to have sympathy. Thus starts an addiction to pain that lasts for nearly a decade.

14, I don’t remember this year very well but someone does.

13, I started my period and I was told that I’m just a late bloomer. Everyone always said I was a late bloomer since forever. I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was 14 either, and I didn’t stop wetting the bed until I was 9. Weird, but I didn’t put that much thought into it.

12, I wrote a detailed story that I no longer have a single copy of that talks about the structure of my inner world. Traces of the DID that I can actually remember. I don’t remember most of this year because I wasn’t the one who lived it.

11, My dad is neglecting me to party with his girlfriend. The one who lives some of next year lives this year too. Too much going on for fragile little me, someone stronger has to deal with this mess. She does.

10, My brother died this year and this is the exact moment I stopped caring about God. Everything he ever gave to me he took away. I won’t understand the heaviness of such a statement for another decade and a half. This is when my depression started and when I lost my faith in humanity. I thought I gained it back for a while but I never did. I also stopped crying. Nobody heard me anyway. Someone in my head did it for me.

9, I don’t remember this year and I don’t want to.

8, I don’t remember this year and I don’t want to.

7, I am remembering this year and I don’t want to.

7, I am remembering this year and it is the year that I well and truly shattered, the year I learned of the depravity of men, the year I learned that I was just holes to fuck, an actress in a sick film, a faerie, a demon, a screaming little cunt, and that’s all I would ever be seen as. This is the year I learned why I liked demons more than angels, and why God was my enemy. This is the year I realized for real that I was alone in this cruel fucking world and no amount of crying or talking or begging will ever make them hear me. They smile and laugh. They smile and laugh. They smile and laugh. :)

6, late stages, My Sunday school teacher is so nice to me! He has a fun secret that only him and I share! I love him, he takes good care of me. He makes me feel good and special inside. I think deep down…I know it’s not okay. But I can’t help it. Actually, I am really scared because I see the way he looks at me and I feel queasy. I know this is wrong but I am scared he’ll hurt me if I say no. He said that God will tell him if I tell anyone what he does, and if God knows I am bad then I will go to hell. I don’t want to go to hell!! I’ll do whatever you say! I promise. I’m a good little girl. I’m an angel!

6, early stages, my mommy and daddy broke up. They are fighting in court for me, and I don’t really know what that means. Mommy said the church is helping dad pay for good lawyers so she probably won’t get custody of me. I don’t know what that means. Mommy says daddy is bad and evil. Daddy says mommy is bad and evil. I don’t know who is telling the truth. Or maybe they both are. Or maybe I am the bad and evil one?

5, My dad visits me every night and calls me his little angel. :) I am his sweet angel! His breath smells funny though. And his fingers hurt me a lot, and I don’t like the way he tastes. But he said since I am a good angel it’s okay, so he must be right.

4, Daddy and mommy fight a lot, my daddy has bottles in his hands a lot. He breaks them a lot. He hits mommy a lot. I am scared so I go hide. I am a being of terror.

3, I am a toddler but there’s a version of me that remembers that he started existing at this age. He did everything he could to protect me. Even though he didn’t really know why. Thank you, Deimos.

0. I am just a twinkle in my mother’s eye, she’s just a teen and she’s scared out of her mind. This baby is saving her life, though. She didn’t want to keep going but now she has to. If only she knew that 25 years from now this baby would be a shattered and broken mess of themself, because of things desperately out of their control. They were just a baby. You failed them. They all failed them. They all failed US. Too bad you were a Christian. Maybe instead we could have been aborted. Or, rather, maybe we wouldn’t have step foot in that fucking church in the first place.

#my poetry

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impishtubist · 2 months

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You’re so so right about the weather. I cannot stand heat, which truly makes hurricane season awful (aside from the obvious reasons of the danger and everything) because Florida + hurricanes = no power so the heat is so much fun to deal with when there is no AC. I think we got maybe 3 weeks total of cool days here this winter, which is an improvement of the winter of I believe last year that had zero cool days. To clarify, I’m using Florida standard for cold, meaning the high was 60-something and the low was in the 40s. We do not get anything like a New York winter.

Anon, you have all my sympathy. I could rant for DAYS about summer and the heat. I will also say that us summer haters have it far, far worse than winter haters. I do not care about your wintertime SAD. I do not care that you don't like the cold. I do not care that you don't like the dark. You only have to suck it up for daylight savings 4 months out of the year. You also get, what, three or four months of true winter weather now anywhere in the globe thanks to global warming? You're FINE. Especially since global warming is just going to make that time shrink in the coming years/decades. Plus, there are ways the average person can actually escape the cold, like layering up and making fires. When it's hot out, can you peel off your skin? Can you make ice by rubbing two sticks together? No, so sit down and shut the fuck up.

There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that can be done to escape the heat. Air conditioning? Yeah, A/C units, if you're lucky enough to have one, can only effectively cool a house by 20 degrees. That was fine 50 years ago, but nowadays when summers are regularly 100+ degrees? Your A/C can only get you down to 80, which is still AWFUL indoors. Your only option is to burrow underground, really, which isn't exactly a fucking solution!

Also, heat is the natural disaster that causes the most deaths worldwide every year. This is what summer lovers cheer for every spring? Gross.

Sorry, I went and ranted anyway. I hate heat and I have no patience for people that like this weather. I'm a raging bitch from March-November and I'm not sorry about it. Fix the planet and maybe I'll stop being a bitch.

You have it much worse than I do down in the south, and I am so sorry, Anon. I wish there was something I could actually do for you, but feel free to vent anytime. Also, I'm dead serious when I say this: if you or anyone reading this has the means to do so, make a plan eventually to move north. It's only going to get worse down south in the coming decades. I'm making my own plan to get even farther north than where I am now. I realize this isn't feasible for most people. There are financial or familial or physical or health constraints, or you just don't plain want to leave your homes. I get it. But if you can, at least see if you can make a plan. Because climate change isn't stopping and it's only going to get worse.

#i fucking hate it here i'm so sorry #i wish i could do more than just let you vent #imp speaks

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ramenaddicted · 6 months

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Nice and warm

synopsis: I cook soup for my man and reminisce about how we met, also recipe included.

an: So this little ditty is part of the @love-and-lore autumn self-ship collab, so if you are not into that feel free to skip this one.

The stage is set. My boyfriend won't know what hit him. I chuckle to myself as I continue to dice my yellow onions. The strong scent of onions stings my eyes and they start to water slightly. It’s September; that means soup season, and I aim to introduce different soups to my boyfriend through the fall and winter. My boyfriend is so picky. He only likes to eat foods that are easy to cook and easy to eat like chicken tenders and mac & cheese. There’s nothing wrong with those foods. I love a good bowl of mac & cheese every once in a while. However, I also like to get my daily intake of veggies so to increase his intake of veggies, I’m going full throttle.

As I finish chopping my onions, that’s when I start peeling and mincing my garlic. The delicious yet pungent aroma of garlic is a promise of the delicious soup that is to come. My kitchen is on the smaller side with its light green walls and the awkward color countertops. I have zero space so I have to mince all this garlic by hand.

I turn my attention to a bowl of potatoes sitting in water, soaking and cleaning, the last of the prep for the heavy load of soup. With all of my fresh veggies neatly prepped and put into bowls, I start on the potatoes. Taking my peeler, I swiftly peel each of my potatoes and then cut them in halves. To make sure I don’t get early-onset arthritis, I bought a little gadget to help me easily dice my potatoes. I transfer them into a large bowl with cold fresh water to keep them all nice and white.

I take a step back and marvel over my work. Wow! All of my items have been perfectly prepped, but now here comes the fun part: cooking! I decide to take out my beautiful butternut squash-colored Dutch oven and turn the fire up high on the stove. As I feel a tiny bit of heat radiating from the pot itself, I layer the bottom half of the pot with bacon slices.

The bacon does its job and slowly cooks. I decided to take time out and measure my wet ingredients: 4 cups of chicken stock and 2 cups of milk.

As the bacon slowly cooks, the scent radiates throughout the kitchen. It’s a wonderful smell. Hopefully, my boyfriend likes it. I had decided on a soup that was easy to make and very pleasing with the accouterments such as the bacon in the cheese.

Cooking bacon takes a while, especially when it’s still in its strip form and not chopped up like I should’ve done it. Still, who cares? As I slowly drift off into La La Land, the bottom of the pot with the bacon starts to turn brown. I am reminded why I am doing this. I'm doing this because I love my boyfriend and I want to eat soup; two birds. one stone.

My boyfriend and I have been dating for about two years. Within those two years, I found out so much about him; I know he’s a picky eater, a hard-core gamer, and I know he has a selective group of friends whom I affectionately call the ragamuffins or the little bastards. Anywho, when I first met my boyfriend, Tomura Shigaraki, I was a bit put off by him just because he didn’t traditionally approach me. I was just minding my business when I heard a cheery feminine voice call out to me.

“Hey! You’re Yasmin, right?” A cheery voice called.

I turned around to see who was calling me. It was a short blonde girl wearing a dark hoodie and sneakers. I could feel an invisible pair of eyes staring at my dark skin from the shadows. A small chill ran down my back.

“Yes, who’s asking?” I balked at her question.

“So my friend over there likes you and would like to get to know you,” she stated while turning behind to point at a shadowy figure trying to conceal himself by a nearby tree.

The figure in question was a tall lanky man dressed in a dark hoodie and dark sweatpants. Blazing ruby red eyes with deep bags under his eyes, chapped lips, and the aura of an enraged Discord mod*.

“Why does he look like that?” I inquired while physically taking a step back. The man wasn’t even in my personal space and I felt like I was gonna get stabbed.

“He’s just shy,” she tried to assure me.

She was not doing a good job, plus with his intense staring, he was also shooting himself in the foot.

“Naw, I’m cool.”

Afterward, I got hounded by other people in his friend's circle. The blond girl introduced herself as Himiko Toga. We hung out more just because she was approachable and not stalking me from the shadows. A week after the informal meeting, I was approached by another man with tall dark spiky hair, turquoise, blue eyes, and a bad attitude: Dabi.

Dabi’s method of persuasion was terrible. He was more annoyed than anything as he tried listing off the non-redeemable qualities of his friend.

“Stop please,” I begged. As I would come to find out, Tomura truly has some odd friends. Dabi didn’t do a good job of painting Tomura in a good light. The heavily tattooed stranger emphasized the other was a hardcore gamer with mommy issues.

With friends like these, who needs enemies? I collected myself and turned away from Dabi.

“Listen here, if your friend wants to talk to me we can sit down at the campus coffee house and talk.” Dabi could feel my frustration as I spoke.

I turned on my heels and went in the opposite direction of the campus coffeehouse. “Otherwise I’m going to the campus police and reporting him for stalking!”

The scent of freshly ground espresso was a welcomed scent inside the coffee house. The campus coffee house was a nice and quaint place; pastries, coffees, and teas were their game, and serving espresso and other caffeinated delights was their cash cow.

The jingling of the bell alerted the barista to my presence. They greeted me warmly as I made my way to the counter to order. I ordered my usual – a London fog tea latte and a vanilla bean scone. After paying for my goods, I went to find a nice and secluded area for me and hopefully my stalker.

After my items were done, I quickly took them and sat at the very back of the cafe with a window seat. The coffee house doorbell jingled harshly as the perpetrator entered. Lo behold, it was my skrunkly stalker. Tomura was dressed in a gray hoodie and sweatpants. His hair at the time was blue-tinged. His striking red beady eyes stared straight at me. I waved him over, and he ran towards me like his life depended on it.

"So you want to tell me why you have been stalking me from the shadows?" I asked, cutting to the chase while sipping my latte.

The silence was deafening as I sipped on my latte loudly. The poor boy was sweating bullets while trying to concoct an answer.

"Because you smell nice," His answer stunned me as he continued to explain.

"We have some connecting classes so when I sit behind or near you…I sniff your perfume." He admitted as his cheeks blushed a furious shade of red.

"That is so creepy."

The smell of cooked bacon pulls me from my daydream as I go to collect my bounty of cooked bacon. Swiftly picking the bacon strips out of the Dutch oven with my tongs, I put the bacon on a paper towel-clad plate and then turn the heat to low.

With the bacon secured, I quickly move on to building the soup base. Next, I add two tablespoons of butter, diced onions, and minced garlic. With those ingredients, the kitchen quickly becomes more fragrant and delicious. My onions cook down and are thoroughly translucent, and the garlic is browning in color: not burnt, but beige.

I measure my liquids: chicken broth and heavy whipping cream. Then once the vegetables look nice and golden brown, I add half a cup of flour.

As much as Tomura’s friends would tease him about our initial courting, I wouldn’t have traded the experience for the world. After our impromptu date at the campus coffee house, Tomura went out of his way to talk to me. He still stalked me from the shadows but that kept the real creeps away from me. So a win is a win…I guess.

With the veg and flour mixture fully turned into liquid goodness via the six cups of chicken stock, I quickly add my chopped potatoes and herb mixture: rosemary, thyme, salt/pepper, and a couple of dashes of Montreal steak seasoning.

Keys jingling and the lock turning makes a smile spread across my face.

“Babe, I’m home,” Tomura calls as he waltzes into our shared apartment.

“I’m in the kitchen!” I yell.

“Smells good in here, what are we having for dinner?”

“Loaded potato soup.”

Slender arms wrap themselves around my waist and I feel slightly chapped lips kiss the side of my cheek. I giggle at the affection my boyfriend dotes on me in private. I tell him to go wash up and that dinner will be ready in a minute. I took the time to crumble up the cooked bacon for garnish. Along with shredded cheddar cheese, chopped green onions, and the crumbled bacon on top of the piping hot soup dinner is complete.

Once back, the table is already set, and the man of the hour is wearing his at-home sweater. Dressed in a white t-shirt with a black sweater with cream lining, it gives off an academic vibe.

“Someone looks fancy,” I tease.

“I can’t help it, it's comfortable,” he playfully pouts while taking his seat across from me.

I hand him his bowl of loaded potato soup. My gremlin doesn’t even set the steaming bowl on the table before he begins chowing down on the cheesy and bacony goodness. I laugh at his antics; the man is acting like this is the first time he'd ever had my cooking.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, acting like a starving kitten.”

He blushes furiously at my taunt and looks away from me before going back to eating his soup, this time less comically.

“I’m glad you like it though,” I beam at the praise. “I thought about you while making it.”

Tomura stops eating for a moment and looks at me. Carnelian eyes glow with amusement as he reaches out for my hand on the table.

“Yaz, I don’t care if you served me those abominations from the 50’s,” I giggle at his words. “I will treasure anything you make.”

He quickly stands the both of us up, and I point to his sweater.

“I didn’t make that, but I bought it for you.”

“Doesn't matter, this was bought with the intention of making me happy.”

“And warm,” I mock him.

“And warm,” he repeats.

#ramenaddicted #self ship #tomura shigaraki self ship #loveloreselfship discord collab #me x tomura #yaz x tomura #he's my little gremlin #bnha #mha #my hero academia #yaz talks

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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Hi there darling! I do thank you very much for doing this with me and I hope you enjoy yours when I get finished with it!

Three fandoms: The Hunger Games, The Witcher, and The Lord of the Rings (preferably not a hobbit or Dwarve please)

Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her

Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor.

-I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery. I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that...

Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach!

Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders.

Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes.

Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point

Thank you so so so much! I really enjoy doing these!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈

DUDE IM TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS TOO!!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! Oh my god, okay so he would absolutely LOVE your fire. I see Peeta as an ENFJ, many people think he might be an ENFP, but he has strong morals and is firm in what he believes. So firmly in fact, that his mind had to be medically altered for him to be under Snow's control. So whenever you feel like you're 'too much' for Peeta, know that he can stand his ground whenever he wants to. He just doesn't see the need to with you. He loves your opinions and everything you have to say. (Why are you guys my ultimate ship now???)

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Remembers every single detail about your life. Knows your favourite flower, memory, song, animal etc. He always uses that knowledge when giving you gifts

・Your pet names are ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’. Whenever he says it, his cheeks always blush a lil

・Loves it when you teach him martial art moves, he thinks it’s s interesting!!! and hot !!!

・He actually loves your sarcasm and chuckles everytime you make a comment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・They probably hate me (Peeta) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (You)

・ Aggressively Supportive

・ Tragic Past x Ray of Light

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕! He needs a woman/person that will put him in his place. Someone that will stand their ground and not let him walk over them. Because he ALWAYS thinks he knows best, but the world isn't black and white - not everyone is right, and not everyone is wrong. So, I think you have that power to tell Geralt to stand down.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You guys definitely have stare offs, and Geralt is like “It’s my way or the highway” and you’re like “okay bye” and then he’s like “no wait-”

・You like to call him super soppy and embarrassing nick names like ‘gerry-bear’ or ‘sweetums’. Especially when he’s in an angry mood

・He is so much taller than you. Like nearly a whole foot taller than you. But you make up for it in spirit. He would definitely tease you a little bit, not outright. Like when you have an argument, he'll put your things on higher shelves or branch just so you can't reach

・Getting into an argument and Jaskier tries to crack a joke to break the tension. But you both end up telling Jaskier to shut up at the same time

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Flying With Mother by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Geralt) x The Top (You)

・Tol x Smol

・Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏! He would not know what to think of you when you guys first met. He would describe you to others as ‘a force to be reckoned with.’ You’re just so impressionable. He finds you so interesting!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Likes taking you somewhere that you can swim. Maybe a lake, or a river, maybe even a waterfall! That’s probably where you spend a lot of your dates!

・He knows you can take care of yourself, but wants to teach you a few lesson on other weapons. In return, you teach him a few things in martial arts

・You make him laugh all the time, to the point where he snorts. He can’t help it! The things you come out with!

・Is very proud to call you his significant other, and will boast about it to others. Literally. Especially if he’s been drinking, he’ll strike up a conversation with a stranger and start talking about how amazing you are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real

・Big Scary x Small Intimidating

・Sun x Moon

#pair ups #match ups #personal ships #open

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