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caraphernellie · 3 months

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thank you for the venom // e.w.

summary: suffocating in a small religious town, drowning in your own misery, your own thoughts in which you were led to believe are dirty, disgraceful, unholy - where else can you turn for support other than the church? where else would you want to turn to, when ellie williams, so knowledgeable of the beliefs and teachings of the church, is there to take care of you?

a/n: oh god please don’t hate on me for this 🙏 here’s preacher!ellie. don’t come at me i have religious trauma and am also a big mcr fan so obviously. i am so nervous to post this. i cannot stress enough if this is not ur thing do not read it lmfao. closing my eyes and posting this i wrote it ages ago i dont even remember what it goes like ive been too shy to post it. part 2 where they have rough sex in the church is coming eventually when i get over being shy about that one too. bye

word count: 3.7k (i know.)

warnings: preacher!ellie , fem!reader , religious imagery/references , internalised homophobia (both e and r) , christianity/catholicism , she is so blinded by internalised homophobia , dom!ellie , oral(r!receiving) , fingering(r!receiving) , tribbing , virgin!reader but not innocent , ellie’s actually nice and has good intentions she’s just clouded by religious trauma , sinning , definitely ooc but i tried to make it as 'ellie' as possible , use of pet names : sweet girl , sweetheart , angel , good girl , cutie

“you are aware of the three hail mary devotion?”

ellie looks down at you, kneeling before her by the altar. there’s something unreadable in her gaze. though she looks utterly sympathetic.

“each day, you can seek guidance from the lord by honouring the blessed virgin mary, and you will say three hail marys. you’ll begin each day with a saying.” ellie clears her throat, her gaze unwavering. not even a blink, eyes green as ivy almost sickening you. “i do this everyday myself. ‘o my mother, preserve me this day from mortal sin.’”

“thank you, ellie.”

“you understand that i can’t speak to the lord on your behalf. i am simply the preacher, i am here to provide you comfort and guidance. and i do promise you, if you continue to repent for your sins, god will always forgive. there will always be a spot for you in heaven should you continue to do the right thing. you can acknowledge that these… thoughts… are unholy.”

perhaps there was a reason, that instead of taking yourself to confession, you sought ellie out to ask for guidance, though leaving out a crucial detail. she is the object of your thoughts.

“if it consoles you,” ellie starts, “i have struggled with thoughts of this nature too.”

and like a record screeching, you pause, looking up at the woman. and what a woman she is – black turtleneck, which doesn’t at all hide toned muscles you wish you could see. black slacks, brown boots. shoulder length, auburn hair, and a freckled complexion. she is so respected amongst the members of the parish, always living her life in the holiest of ways, and never would you have thought someone as perfect as ellie williams could have thoughts of sin.

“what?” your voice shakes, and ellie tenses for a moment.

perhaps you could have seen this coming, how there’s often tension thick as a brick wall between the two of you. ellie’s mixed signals ever so confusing.

“sometimes these thoughts get the best of us,” ellie murmurs. she approaches you, and as you look up at her through your eyelashes, she furrows her brows, hardens her gaze. “i have asked god to help me overcome these thoughts. i have had these thoughts and feelings for a long time. yet i repent. you may never get to stop repenting for this. but showing remorse and asking the lord to forgive you is all you need to protect yourself from the devil.”

ellie williams, respected preacher. she devoted her life to the church, wanting to live a life of holiness to make up for those thoughts she couldn’t ignore.

your hands clasped together like a silent, continuous prayer to preserve your own self-control, you open your mouth to speak, when ellie cuts you off.

“i’m glad god brought us together, and caused us to cross paths. you’re a special girl.”

there’s a warm rush of blood going straight to your cheeks, a waver in your voice, and a feeling of deep appreciation pooling between your thighs. “i’m glad too. it’s very comforting… to know that i’m not the only one dealing with these kinds of thoughts. thank you for helping me, and for teaching me that i am not damned. i hope we can both find peace.”

ellie nods slowly, her gaze unfaltering as you rise to your feet. for a moment, you feel that you catch a hint of a different expression – a smirk, one that disappears within seconds. as though she puts on a facade. “we are all born into sin. what matters is that we believe, and we follow the word of god. he knows what’s best for us.”

“and he can lead us back on the right path,” you say, smoothing down your dress, a modest piece, knee length and long sleeved.

ellie is deep in thought when she mumbles her next few words. “in the meantime, i can help you with your sexuality.”

once again, a heavy silence falls over you both as the words hang in the air. ellie’s about to backtrack, when you tilt your head, and her cheeks flush red as wine.

“h– how so..?” you ask, eyeing ellie as she rubs the back of her neck. her signals constantly so mixed, you wonder how you’ve gotten this far. too far to turn back now. her sudden nervous demeanour tells you everything. ellie has her issues, and she is nothing like the perfect preacher everyone respects.

“as a preacher,” ellie says, chuckling in an awkward way, “i should be taking care of people in our town, helping them to overcome their struggles and grow their relationship with god stronger. you are part of that as well.”

and so there it is, the strict and god-fearing ellie back again.

“i’d like to invite you over to my home. to pray, and we can study scripture. i can teach you how to overcome this.” her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, there’s that nervousness again. something impure is implied, her eyes burning into your face for any trace of uncertainty, and in the case that she finds it, she’ll backtrack. “if you’re not interested, just say so.”

and at the thought of what the implications are, you find yourself nodding distractedly, gaze falling towards the crucifix hanging on the wall of the church, and you grow warm with shameful excitement. “yes, i- i can do that. is there a time that suits you, ellie?”

ellie smiles firmly, yet it doesn’t meet her eyes. as if she is having the same mental dilemma as you. “i’m glad. how about tomorrow, 7?”

“of course, i,- yes. i’ll be there. you’re just a walk down the street.”

“perfect,” ellie says, and finally that smile reaches her eyes, an almost teasing twinkle in them, a loving look that doesn’t feel the same as the love she shares with others. “wear something appropriate, alright?”

“uh-huh,” you hum, shrinking under ellie’s gaze, knees buckling.

“i’ll see you soon,” ellie murmurs, voice low. and before you turn to leave, her eyes glance over your body once more. and she doesn’t hide her expression this time. she likes what she sees.

you simply nod your goodbye. as you step down from the altar and bow to the tabernacle, you can feel her stare. you feel it as you walk all the way down the aisle of the church, late afternoon sunlight hitting the stained glass windows just right and casting red shadows over you.

✧✧✧

it’s impossible to make it through the next day. that night when you had left the church, you tried taking ellie’s advice. the hail marys, the devotion. but thoughts crept in, ellie consuming your mind in the most beautiful bittersweet memory. you couldn’t help but to picture what she could do to you, how she could worship you. and the guilt of it had you in tears only after you had came.

at 7pm, you walk down the street to ellie’s house.

and ellie opens the door, not even a greeting slipping past her lips before she speaks. “i like that dress on you.”

and she doesn’t know it, but it eased so much of your nervousness. that you did read the situation correctly. because if you had misread the entire thing, and showed up to ellie’s home in a dress you’ve grown out of, it would have been a certainly difficult situation to navigate. ellie said to dress appropriately. and to you, that meant an older dress that hugs you tightly in the right places, leaving your body looking supple and sweet for her taking.

and should ellie discover what’s underneath the dress, she’ll see just how appropriate you decided to dress for her.

“you look beautiful,” ellie murmurs quieter this time, stepping aside to let you into her home, the brown brick house seeming so inviting at this time of night, warm candlelight lit inside. as you walk in, ellie’s eyes dip down to your exposed thighs, the dress being that short.

“thank you,” you reply, taking a look around the house. dark wood, vintage furniture, candles, crosses everywhere. as ellie leads you to her living room, there are things you take note of that you hadn’t expected. gaming consoles, a dvd stand full of horror films. she doesn’t comment even when she sees your stare, and instead she sets you down on her couch.

“should we start?” ellie asks, a hint of a smile on her lips. “how about we start with a prayer?”

“alright,” you say with a nod, clasping your clammy hands together. ellie grins a little, and does the same, then begins to lead you both in prayer.

“lord, we know that we are sinners. please forgive us for experiencing unholy thoughts about other women, and please guide us to become more like you. please help us to watch our words and actions, and guard us against future mistakes and errors. thank you for sending your son, jesus, to die for our sins — and thank you for your forgiveness. In the name of your son jesus, we pray, amen.”

it’s like with every reminder of your faith, glancing around the room, looking at the red rosary hanging around ellie’s neck, or the bible laying on the coffee table, an insurmountable guilt builds inside you.

ellie eyes a crucifix hanging on the wall, then averts her gaze from it – she simply can’t keep her eyes from wandering to you.

“shall we study now?” ellie asks, voice husky as she reaches for the bible. “i can t–”

“ellie,” you say, eyes pleading with her. your hand meets hers, and you stop her from picking up her bible. “we both know you didn’t invite me here to study scripture.”

ellie freezes, flitting her gaze between your hands, the bible, and your eyes. she’s been caught out. perhaps nervous to make the first move, ellie had switched up again, afraid to do anything that wasn’t innocent, afraid to corrupt you. but the confirmation that you want what she wants is enough.

“no… no, you’re right. you’re not here to talk about scripture with me,” ellie mumbles, a nod accompanying it.

“then…” you begin, fidgeting with the hem of your little dress, tilting your head at ellie with a warm face and trembling legs, white knee high stockings clinging to your calves. “we should… then we should do what you invited me here for.”

a beat.

“are you sure?” ellie asks.

“ellie, i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this,” you say, “haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. so please.”

ellie takes one look at your pleading eyes and your bottom lip between your teeth, and she knows that she’s done for.

“come,” ellie whispers, standing and taking your hand. there’s a faint look in her eyes, and everything feels light and slow as she walks you upstairs, into the bedroom.

ellie’s bedroom is similar to the rest of her house, vintage furniture and low lighting. her queen sized bed is pushed into the corner of the wall. on the nightstand lays another bible, on the wall a cross and portraits she’s drawn or painted herself. there’s a bookshelf filled with mostly religious literature and scientific books about things like astronomy and space. an acoustic guitar sits by the nightstand.

“well,” ellie murmurs, lighting a candle or two on the nightstand, flicking off the main light in the room. she stands across from you, illuminated in a warm candlelit glow. “let’s not waste any more time.”

before ellie does anything else, her hand finds the rosary around her neck. her fingers find the crucifix and she lifts it to her lips, pressing a kiss against it like a silent prayer, one last apology to the god she’s betraying. your heart skips a beat, and within no time ellie’s got a hand on the back of your head, pulling you in.

teeth clashing, hands roaming your body, ellie kisses you like it was the only thing she was made to do in life. she presses her body close to you as her tongue pushes past your soft lips. you’re not quite sure where to put your hands at first, but they settle, cupping ellie’s cheeks to bring her closer. your soft moan is muffled by ellie’s lips, her tongue invading every corner of your mouth, nothing unexplored.

ellie’s hands slide down your body, one gripping your ass over the dress and the other cupping your boob.

pulling away only to catch her breath, ellie pushes you towards the bed, laying you down on your back and climbing on top to continue kissing. she nips your bottom lip with her teeth, every act so desperate, so full of a yearning finally being fulfilled.

she stops kissing you again, this time with her hands reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. “let’s take this off, sweet girl.”

ellie’s voice is breathless already, and she pants softly as she struggles with the zipper for a moment, her brain moving faster than her hands. she finally manages it, and lifts the dress off you.

you’re quiet, as is ellie. you had anticipated there’d be a reaction to this, the matching set you chose. white and lacy, a bra and panties that match the stockings ellie admired earlier. but nothing could have truly prepared you for ellie’s reaction.

“you are divine,” ellie murmurs, her hand roaming down to your hips. she licks her lips, unable to keep her eyes off of how the bra accentuates your breasts, or how the panties hug your waist. her body language, all too clear of how she truly feels about you, does nothing but cause you to throb inside your panties. “do you trust me?”

the question throws you off. furrowing your brows, but offering a small smile, you reply. “of course i trust you, ellie.”

the soft tone of your voice entices ellie, especially as you take her hand and guide it to your chest, letting her squeeze you through the cup of your bra.

“what a beautiful sin,” ellie whispers, leaning down and attaching her lips to your neck. she’s careful not to leave marks that would be visible, but she squeezes your breast as she kisses and licks a trail down your neck, all the way to your chest.

ellie revels in your soft mewls, the way your thread your fingers into the hair at the back of her head, and hold her against you. her hand reaches behind you, grabbing at the clasp of your bra. and ellie bites down, sucking a bruise into the soft flesh of your breast, where she knows nobody could see it. you arch your back partly in pleasure, but mostly to provide her access to the back of your bra, and ellie pulls it off in no time. her eyes widen as your tits spill out, and she swallows thickly as she watches your nipples grow firm with arousal and the exposure to the air.

ellie’s hand cups your bare tit and squeezes as she brings her face up towards you once more, needing that touch of her lips on yours. her long fingers tweak your nipple, rolling the bud around as she kisses you with a growing passion, groaning into the kiss just as you whine quietly.

ellie chuckles as your hands press into her back, pulling her closer, hugging her and hiding your face away in shame. she kisses the corner of your lips, pausing to soothe you. “shh, let me take care of you. let me worship you, sweet girl.”

you ease your grip on ellie when she says that, and she smiles at you before leaning down. you shiver, feeling the cold metal crucifix of her rosary resting down against your stomach, earning a chuckle from ellie as she wraps her lips around your nipple. she sucks for a moment, then rolls her tongue over it.

ellie’s hand lays flat over your stomach, pinning you down to stop your restless squirming. she moves her leg between yours, her knee pressing a generous amount of friction against your panties.

“h… ellie,” you whisper, “have you done this before?”

ellie looks up at you, and with a grin, she nods. “i have. a long time ago.”

“oh my goodn–” you cut yourself off with a lengthy whine, ellie beginning to suck hickeys all over your chest, from one breast to the other. she gives your other nipple the same treatment, only this time her teeth graze it lightly, and your hand on the back of her head tightens the grip on her hair. “ellie…”

“shh,” ellie hushes you, beginning to kiss down your stomach. “you’re okay.”

your incessant squirming and writhing turns ellie’s grin wider, when she cups her hand over your panties and feels the soaking mess.

“that’s beautiful,” she whispers, her fingers tugging at the waistband now, “this all f’me?”

you nod eagerly, looking down at ellie from where you lay propped up against the plush pillows. any holy thought has left your mind, and it appears to be the same for ellie, who lays between your legs with a cheshire cat smile, stripping the panties down your legs.

“so pretty,” ellie hums, grasping at your thighs and pulling them apart. “tell me, you want me to touch you here?”

a nod simply won’t be good enough this time, and you know that, clearing your throat to speak up hoarsely. “yes, yes please, el… can y– mmff-”

ellie’s fingers rub over your cunt, two fingers spreading the folds, the touch burning hot and electrifying. ellie laughs, not meanly, but sympathetically. “barely touched you yet, cutie. so wet…”

your lips turn down into a pout that makes ellie smirk, and she leans close, leaving a kiss on your throbbing clit.

“c’mon, don’t pout at me,” she whispers, another kiss following the words. “angel…”

you shudder, and then a loud moan escapes your throat as ellie’s tongue flicks out, beginning to lap at you. your body’s responsiveness leaves ellie with so much confidence.

“ellie, ellie,” you mewl, reaching a hand towards her. “ellie, it’s so– mmm…”

ellie reaches her free hand towards you, letting you grab it and intertwine your fingers. she gives a gentle squeeze as she licks a stripe down from your clit to your entrance, then back up again.

ellie can’t get enough of you, of your saccharine taste, staring up at you with blown out pupils as she sucks and laps at you. one of her bony fingers dips into your entrance, and ellie herself groans at the feeling of you clenching around it, but the sound you make is so rewarding that she pushes her ring finger in as soon as she knows you can take another finger. her digits stroke in and out of your sopping cunt, leaving you a whimpering and whining mess.

“c’mon angel,” ellie murmurs against your pussy, “i got you, i got you. ‘s this good?”

you nod, squeezing ellie’s hand in a vice grip, hips bucking against her face eagerly. “ellieeeeuuhh, oh, oh my g–”

“don’t,” ellie warns, “don’t take the lord’s name in vain, and don’t bring him into this.”

“i– s-sorry,” you gasp out, tipping your head back, “oh, oh, ellie, i’m gettin’ close.”

“good girl,” ellie murmurs, keeping the fast rhythm of both her fingers and tongue. “gonna be good and cum f’me?”

“yea, yea,” you say in a breathy voice, more moans leaving your lips, “ohhh, mmfuck, f-fuck, ellie.”

ellie’s ruining you, reduced you to nothing but babbles and moans. you buck your hips up more, rutting fast against her face, and that’s when you hit your peak. with a shriek of ellie’s name, you cream on her fingers, covering them with your slick, allowing them to stroke in and out even quicker.

ellie rides out your orgasm, slowly pulling away when you’re finished. she peppers kisses along your shaking thighs, leaning up to catch your lips in a kiss.

“good, sweet girl?” ellie asks, kissing the top of your head. you nod – but ellie isn’t finished with you, apparent as she begins unbuckling her belt.

“mmm,” you hum, “‘s perfect.”

“alright, angel, c’mere,” ellie says, stripping down to nothing. she sits by the headboard, pulling you onto her lap, hooking a leg over you. “you’re doin’ so good, you know? think you were made to please. good at taking what you’re given.”

“only because i want it,” you say in response, which has ellie chuckling. she grips your waist, grunting when her cunt makes contact with yours.

“good,” ellie says sternly, “because– shit.”

ellie loves how you keel over and press your nose against her neck because of the way your sensitive pussy rubs against her own. she tightens her grip on your waist, fingernails leaving little crescent moon marks in the plush skin as she begins moving you, groaning and moaning at the way your clit bumps against hers. she moves her own hips too, gasping your name.

you breathe soft whines into ellie’s neck, arms wrapped around her, hugging tight. it’s nothing but desperate now, your second orgasm approaching right in time with ellie’s.

“hnng, f-fuck, yeah, you gonna cum again?” ellie asks, squeezing your ass as you move against her. “good girl, cum, c– cum with me, cum with me s– fuck.”

ellie tenses up, hips moving fast to rub your soaking cunts together as you both cum. kissing your temple, ellie gently moves you off of her, running a hand through her damp and sweaty hair. “stay here angel, ‘m gonna clean you up, and we’ll cuddle then, okay?”

you don’t have much of a say in the matter regardless, shaking in the afterglow of ellie’s touch. she comes back moments later, looking a bit cleaner herself, carrying a wet washcloth. she begins to wipe you down, being extra careful around all of your more sensitive areas. she leaves kisses in the wake of her touch.

“you are beautiful,” ellie says in a firm tone. “the most perfect angel i’ve ever seen.”

you can only give ellie a half smile in response, and she drops the washcloth, leaning in and kissing you sweetly.

“don’t stress, you know why? because god always forgives as long as you’re willing to repent.”

ellie climbs into bed, pulling you close with an arm around your waist. she rests her chin on top of your head, a protective hold on you.

“why don’t we say another prayer before we go to sleep?” the preacher asks, tone almost uncertain. is she convincing you, or herself? “he’ll forgive us.”

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girlgenius1111 · 5 months

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a cure for frustration: part 2

warnings: angst / hurt comfort. smut. 18+. thanks for reading :)

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If you had to pick a favorite part of Alexia's body, it would be her lips. Or maybe her abs. There were a lot of options, as you were reminded as you laid on top of her, lips meeting hers. This kiss was different than the ones before, less hungry. The first round had relaxed you both, and your mouth moved against her full lips, little sounds leaving her when your tongue entered her mouth. You loved her best like this; hands softly holding your face as she kissed you, her love for you evident in her gentle touch. You had no doubt that things would turn definitively less gentle soon enough, but you didn't mind. Anyway Alexia wanted you, she could have you.

You broke apart, both of you gasping for breath having gone far too long without air. You leaned your forehead down to press against hers, your eyes meeting her green ones. In the dim light of your room, her eyes were warm. You couldn't explain it, but they gazed up at you with such softness, you felt yourself melt. Her gaze was intense, and suddenly you were blushing, the light brush of your nose against hers, hot breaths mingling together. You move lower on her body, ignoring the sensation of your core sliding against her for now, pressing your face into her neck.

Almost overcome by a sudden wave of affection for the woman underneath you, you mumbled a soft "Te amo" into her neck.

Her chest rumbled under you with a small laugh. She was always amused by how much she affected you; both of you felt like the other was potentially the most perfect being on earth. Enjoying your spot against her neck, surrounded by the smell of her perfume and something else that was just so Alexia, you felt her hands drift lower on your body, until they were gripping your waste tightly, as she adjusted your lower half to settle over one of her thighs, and began to rock you against her. She bent her knee up slightly, planting her foot on the bed, and tensing the muscles of her quad. A moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You slid against her easily, still incredibly wet from your previous orgasm, only getting wetter as she guided your movements against her. She turned her head into your neck and began to suck lightly against the skin she found there. Her lips pulled away slightly as she spoke in a raspy voice in your ear.

"You're making a bit of a mess there amor" she whispered, and you shuddered. "Do you like to ride my thigh, hmm? You like it when I move you against me, and all you have to do is what my hands tell you?" her words were filthy, and you felt yourself pressing down harder against her, shifting slightly until the pressure on your clit was perfect, her muscles tensing even more up into you. You nodded against her, gasps falling out of your mouth, but she kept going. "Tell me. Tell me how much you like it" her fingers tightened on your hips, rocking you faster.

"Love it. Shit. Love how good you make me feel Ale, so good" she seemed satisfied with your response, as breathless as it was, and you chased your high, hips moving frantically against her. You could feel how wet her thigh was underneath you, her hands roughly moving you back and forth, her lips returning to suck a new mark on your jawline. It was perfect, all so perfect. "Gonna come. Please don't stop," you barely got the words out before Alexia did stop, suddenly flipping you over, your body now under hers.

Her legs were achingly far away from where you needed her, and you whined, opening your eyes to see her smirking down at you, her eyes hungry as they gazed down at you, clearly enjoying how ruined you looked. Your hips rose to search for any friction they could find, which proved to be a mistake as she lifted off of you completely, sliding off the bed, and taking her time to open the bedside drawer, searching for the perfect item.

Your eyes followed her hungrily, finding her ass as she bent over slightly, hands rifling through the many toys you had. You couldn't help yourself, the sight of her turned around being one of your favorites, sliding a hand down your body to rub harsh circles over your clit. The noise your hand made against you was very audible, and very obscene, and she turned, eyes narrowing as she saw what you were doing.

"Cuidado" she said quietly, the warning in her voice clear. The look on her face was enough for you to pull your hand away, but not enough for you to stop egging her on completely. Instead, you moved your hand up to your breast, squeezing tightly before pinching your nipple in between your fingers, keeping your eyes on hers. She quirked one eyebrow at you, but turned back to the drawer, finally pulling out a strap and fastening it around her waste. You were slightly unsettled by her lack of response to your actions, but quickly got distracted, noticing she'd picked the the dildo that had a smaller part that slid into her when she put it on.

She turned back to you, walking slowly towards the bed as you let your hand fall away from your chest. You gazed at her mesmerized, convinced she was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Her hair fell messily around her face, the blonde a sharp contrast to her tanned skin.

You were truly distracted by her beauty, and you let out a gasp, startled, as she grabbed your legs, yanking you down the bed to meet where she stood at the side of the mattress. She leaned over you, concerning breaking through the mask of dominance she'd put on, her eyes searching yours. You could only nod up at her, and she pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose, before leaning back, straightening up and looking down at you with a pensive expression.

"Show me how much you want me, bonita " she paired her words with her her hand grabbing yours, guiding it between your legs. Instead of listening, you reached for the toy strapped to her waste, trying to pull it against you, eyes falling shut. You were normally much better behaved than this, but something told you Alexia didn't really want you to be good. At least not right away.

Gripping your wrist, she pulled your hand away from her and back to rest against your core. Her voice was harsh when she spoke.

"Are you being shy now? You were so eager a second ago. Venga mi niña bonita, show me how you fuck yourself." She guided your fingers into your cunt. "Show me how good you can be, and i'll let you come." Her words were still harsh, but tinted with a hint of praise, everything she knew you liked, everything you ached for.

You slid your fingers in and out, not wasting time as you curled them against your front wall. You let out a loud moan, deciding that if Alexia wanted a show, she'd get a show. You were absolutely dripping, and the sounds your fingers made paired with the sounds falling out of your mouth were pornographic. You whimpered Alexia's name as you neared the edge, not sure if she would let you finish.

Grabbing your hand and pulling your fingers out of you carefully, she hummed, softly running her hands up and down your thighs as your legs shook pathetically. You were a mess under her, and you opened your eyes to gaze up at her pleadingly.

"Not yet, bebe. Want you to come on my cock, vale?"

With that, she guiding you to flip over, lifting your hips into the air, and pressing your face into the mattress. She palmed your ass, before sliding the plastic dick into you painfully slowly. She let out a deep, long moan as she bottomed out inside of you, the little piece inside of her pressing just right, as the strap pressed against her small bundle of nerves. You gasped into the mattress. Deciding she'd dragged it out long enough, she began to fuck you, pulling the strap out all the way before pushing it back into you in one fluid motion.

"Fuck. Ale. Fuck." You were a mess under her, hands fisting into the sheets as moans of your girlfriend's name joined the filthy sound of her sliding in and out of you, the sound of her hips meeting your body loudly. Her moans above you only turned you on more.

"So good for me, bonita. Taking it so well, such a good girl," her words were breathless, her own pleasure catching up to her fast, still focused on making it good for you, making sure you knew how happy she was with you. You let out a loud cry as she pounded into you, one which she recognized as the sound you made just before you came. She wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you up until you were pressed back into her. She thrust into you faster, moving her hand up to wrap around your throat, applying light pressure, moving her other hand to rub frantically at your clit. The new angle put more pressure on her, and she felt herself nearing the edge.

"Come with me bebe. Make a mess for me," she managed to gasp out the words, and suddenly you were trembling against her, screaming her name. The sound you made pushed her over the edge, and she thrust up into you one last time, holding you tight against her body. Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, until you were resting limp against her, head on her shoulder as she moved her hand away from your core and gently pulled out of you. She collapsed onto the bed, pulling you with her, as you both fought to catch your breath. Your eyes fluttered shut, her hand rubbing softly on your back, as you let the sound of her heartbeat bring you back down to reality.

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You both had showered, put on pajamas, changed the sheets and climbed into bed an hour later before you decided to bring up her odd behavior in the locker room. You were resting in Alexia's arms, back to her chest, as she pressed light kisses against your temple, occasionally whispering sweet words into your ear.

"Ale?" your voice was soft as it broke the peaceful silence.

"Hmm?"

"You seemed upset earlier. In the locker room, when you looked at your phone." She hummed noncommittally at your words, neither agreeing or disagreeing with your statement. "Do you wanna tell me whats wrong?" At this, she sighed, resting her head against yours.

"It was nothing. Just. Everyone always has something to say. About my knee, about my contract, about the fucking goal. What was I supposed to do? Not make sure it went in?" You turn your head slightly, heart breaking a little bit at the tears pooling in Alexia's eyes. "I kiss the Barca badge and people still feel the need to question where I'm gonna go. It's just so much. All the time, it never stops." Her voice broke on the last word, and her eyes squeezed shut, trying to stop the tears from falling.

You rolled off of her, laying down next to her and opening your arms without a word, just tugging her hand lightly. She got the message, scooting down to bury herself in your warmth, face tucked against your neck. You felt tears hitting your neck, and you stayed quiet for a moment, holding her tightly.

"People are always going to have something to say, baby. I wish they wouldn't, but they will. They don't matter, what they say doesn't matter. What matters is how you feel, how the team feels. The team knows you, they know you wouldn't steal a goal, they know you aren't being a diva about contract negotiations." You pause, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. "I know you, and I know your heart. And I love it. You're my Ale, no one else's. What they say, what they think, doesn't matter. All that matters is you and me."

You hold your breath as you finish, hoping you said the right thing. Alexia was a very strong individual, and it wasn't often that you found yourself in this position. Often, it was the other way around. She always knew what to say, what to do. You hoped your words would be enough.

She pulled back, her watery eyes meeting yours as her bottom lip trembled. Her gaze searched yours, as if trying to determine whether or not you were being honest. You wiped a tear off her cheek with the pad of your thumb, before she pressed into you, her lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. She pulled back again after a minute, looking at you through her long lashes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you. Te quiero. Te quiero mucho." Her voice was tired, but you could tell she felt less weighed down. You pulled her impossibly closer into your body, legs tangling beneath the sheets, as you pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

"Always, amor. I love you," you whispered against her forehead feeling as she relaxed into you, the long day finally catching up to her. You felt yourself drifting off too, completely surrounded by her warmth. Your last thoughts as you dozed off were that you felt incredibly lucky to be the one to get to be there for her.

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thank you for reading :) i hope this was what people were hoping for.

sidenote. i barely know how to work tumblr but let me know if you have anything specific you want me to write. smut or not smut. ill probably write for most people you request. finals are coming up so obviously i need something to do instead of studying.

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dondeeee911 · 3 days

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How would your FS feel about your past?

It's hard to let go, isn't it?🥹

green tea cup > blue tea cup > pink tea cup

Pile 1

Your FS can sense that you’ve experienced perpetual events in your past. People and mental blockages may have got in the way of your unique path, your FS can instinctively point that out. Overall, healing has become extremely important to you and your future. Some of you may look into your habitual habits and unwanted behaviors, wanting to cut ties with these inherited traits. They see you as a seeker of high morality; exuding selfless energy. A humanitarian-like personality, someone who is truly devoted to their family and peers in their community. They understand that you may have lost a sense of self when it came to being of service to others, even in the relationship you have with them. Your person is in constant admiration of you! In their eyes, you are someone who has transformed their triumphs, wounds, and goals into fruitful rewards. Your FS won’t let you slip away into the depths of your past, they are here to save you, from all of it. 🥹Your past inspires them to collaborate and do some kind of healing work with you!

Pile 2

Nothing about your past you regret, confidently! Your FS gets this perfectionist streak about you. You could have advocated for something or got into leadership roles in your community. I mean nobody is perfect, but you on the other hand have managed to get through the loopholes in life effortlessly. A wise, discerning, calculated person who just knows where their next venture is. They could feel like you may have been a bit of a self-absorbed person in your past, not wanting to be interfered with. Your person understands you have an urge for forward movement and not letting too much of anything get in your way. Your FS could be intimidated by your past seeing you as an evolved person who made better choices than they did. There could be some emotional manipulation and mischief coming from your person. They could secretly try to get you off track by over-caring for you or feeling the need to make an opinion on what you could do better. Don’t let them make you feel the need to second guess yourself or feel guilty for wanting to act on something new. Can you see through the BS? You can even sniff out your person’s deceit! Can they handle your extreme confidence or their lack of resilience?

Pile 3

Artistic expression and Romance consumed your past. Your FS could be someone you already know or a supporter of your lifestyle. Due to your need for status and constantly being desired by numerous suitors, they could have been a secret admirer of yours just hiding behind the scenes! You could have been into artistic pursuits that consisted of music, beauty, local arts, or photography. Maybe they saw your work displayed on social media, in a gallery, or just heard about it through familiar peers. You became their muse and didn’t even know it! When they acknowledge you and what you’ve overcome in life they find meaning in the work you’ve created as if you healed yourself through it. Making you the person you are today. It heals them, you are their masterpiece, the melodic tune to their heart, they loved you through every era, your biggest fan! I wonder who it is👀 whose heart longs for YOU? If you felt called to choose pile 2 at first, I suggest you go back and read it.

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fairyyarchive · 7 months

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Hey homegirl can u write ab fwb zoro and the reader wants to take a nap w him (preferably when he’s shirtless)… it doesnt even have to be straight smut i wanna feel the TENSIONNNN

ok first of all. absolutely omg. fwb w zoro is one of my fav things and I just love seeing him get a lil nervous around you because it's so cute <3 this ended up being a lot softer than I initially thought, so I hope you enjoy! <3 faye contains: fwb's reader + zoro, nicknames (darlin' from zoro drives me crazyyy ugh), mentions of sex but no explicit smut, cuddling, fluff, naps, shirtless zoro, fwb but they have feelings

sleep in the sun

Sometimes, life at sea could get a little boring. Sure, there were always new obstacles to overcome with the Straw Hats, people to help and fights to win (and one triple-armed swordsman to patch up) almost every day; but the in-betweens left you to entertain yourself. On a ship in the middle of the sea, all you could do to pass the time was reading, pacing the deck, bothering Sanji, or … underneath the aforementioned swordsman.

Look, it’s not that either of you intended for this to happen, but with days at sea and only five other people to talk to and the tightness in your chest when he stood too closely behind you, it seemed almost inevitable that few drinks one night led to a kiss, a soft “C’mere,” muttered as his strong hands pulled you on top of his lap.

Since then, a silent agreement between the two of you kept you returning to each other during sleepless nights and empty afternoons. It wasn’t exactly official, nor was it exactly public, but it was a closeness you both craved – a calm safety you’d never found in your travels alone. Zoro was strong and kind beneath the hardened exterior he’d built to protect himself, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the sight of him shirtless and sweaty after a fight didn’t do a little something to you.

Today in particular found the two of you bored out of your minds; the others exploring and no doubt causing a ruckus the town at which you were docked. Feeling the effects of last night’s rendezvous and resulting lack of sleep left you and Zoro opting out of the outing, with the ship to yourselves and the warm afternoon sun and misty sea breeze creating the perfect weather to laze about in.

As you wandered up to the deck of the Merry, you smiled softly when you found your green-haired swordsman lounging in a hammock, cotton pants tied low around his waist, and bare chest soaking up the sun’s warmth. His arms were folded behind his head, eyes closed. He looked so peaceful like this, the slight scowl he usually wore melted, taught muscles relaxed. You tried to ignore the tug in your heart when you saw him like this, a fondness that had made its home in your chest sometime lately.

“You asleep?” You approached him quietly, trying your best not to disturb him if he was.

“Nah,” Zoro opened his eyes, turning to face you. A lazy smile reached his lips when he saw you, hair a bit tousled and eyes gleaming in the light. His own heart panged at how beautifully the sun painted you, and he silently thanked the universe for blessing him with your company on the ship.

“Can I … lay with you for a bit?” You bit your lip, suddenly shy. The man had seen you naked several times now, in various positions and much more embarrassing situations. So why did the concept of simply napping in the same hammock, mostly clothed at that, make your heart race?

Zoro cleared his throat, brows raised a little in surprise. Was he blushing too? “Ah - sure, yeah you can. C’mere darlin’,” he extended his arms to wrap them around your waist, allowing for you to climb into the hammock on top of him.

You settled into his embrace, your head resting on his just above his heartbeat and his sun kissed skin warming you. Zoro shifted beneath you, getting comfortable with the added person to the hammock. His arms wrapped firmly around your waist and held you close, as if he thought you may float away from him if he didn’t. You breathed him in, all clean musk and sweat and bright citrus, with a bite of sea air. Warm, comorting, Zoro.

“Mmm. You smell so good,” you sighed against him.

“Yeah?” His chest rose and fell in a soft chuckle, eyes already closed again as you relaxed against him. You nodded, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck and peppering soft kisses on the bare skin of his neck and shoulder. A soft grin broke across his face, the joy in his heart unavoidable with you on him like this.

Your eyes drifted closed as the breeze ruffled your hair, your breathing beginning to slow as your mind drifted off to sleep. Zoro drifted off soon after, his breathing steady and heartbeat calm as he held you tight, a warmth in his heart that he knew always belonged to you.

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let me know how you like this! I'd love to do more fwb with zoro <3 ty for all the love! <3 faye

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☆.。. Requests open!

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schemmentigfs · 13 days

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Okokok pretty please with a cherry on top could you write one where the reader is taking care of schemmenti that leads into smexy time? Or their wedding night orrrr my brain is malfunctioning I'm doing this on a whim lol but something between the two? (Also I love your writing!!! This is like asking a celebrity to autograph something!!)

two queens in a king size bed.

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: you and your wife melissa share a lovely morning after the happiest night of your lives.

warnings: smut, but basically it's pure romance.

author notes: Aww thanks babee! 🩷 You are so sweet and kind. Hope you like this one, it was an honor to write your adorable request. I tried my best to write somethin’ between the two. And yes, I am one of those who loves the reader taking care of mel dynamic. Also this was my first time writing smut, let me know if I did good or horrible! (be kind pls)

masterlist:

title was inspired by two queens in a king size bed by girl in red. <3

english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Work not revised!

Melissa smiled as she watched your sleeping figure on the left side of the bed. Yesterday had been the happiest day of your lives, after five years together, she could now refer to you as her wife. The woman of her dreams was officially her beloved and sweet wife.

It was gratifying to see that one of her childhood dreams had finally come true.

The redhead closes her eyes, losing herself in the memories of the wedding night. Everything had been perfect. The way she always imagined and desired when she was just a little girl and heard everyone around her talking about marriage on the classic Schemmenti family reunions.

The topic of marriage has always been something delicate in her life, when she experienced it for the first time it was something traumatic and horrible, Joe was not a good husband. In fact, he was the opposite of that.

And after they divorced, the redhead was determined to not get engaged to anyone else again. The promise has been strengthened for several years, this until you appeared in her life. Melissa didn't believe in miracles, but you were practically a divine gift from heaven that belonged to her and only her.

The beginning of the relationship was difficult for both of you, since the older woman had her fears and insecurities — a consequence of the traumas of the past. But that wasn't a problem for you who helped her overcome all this and didn't give up on her at any time.

That's what surprised the redhead, you fought for her from the first moment making it clear that you loved her unconditionally. And it was so fucking worth it, because here you were. Ready to start a new chapter in your lives, together.

Melissa blinks and turns her head to look at you again. The small rays of sunshine escaped through the window reaching your figure, making you even more stunning. A true work of art.

She carefully approached and put her palm on your cheek lovingly. “Fuck. So beautiful,” she whispers running her fingers through your face. Wanting to memorize every detail of your gorgeous features.

The feeling of your wife's loving touch makes you hum in satisfaction and open your eyes slowly. And there she was, Melissa Schemmenti looking at you with all the love in the world. The scene brings an air of domesticity making your heart melt.

“Mornin’, babe,” you say with a smile kissing the tip of her nose. “Did you sleep well?”

“Buongiorno, amore della mia vita,” she snuggles into you, putting her arm around your waist protectively. “Yeah, I did.” Soft green eyes meet yours and no matter how much she was apparently content, some tears ran down her cheeks. Which didn't go unnoticed by you.

“Hey, what's wrong, Lissa?” you ask softly with a bit of concern.

“Nothing. I just love you so much,” she reveals and has something so genuinely sincere and truly in her words. The older woman was known for her tough way of acting and seeing her here by your side, allowing herself to be vulnerable without any fear of being judged or having to use her fight or fight response as a defense mechanism, made you think how lucky you were to have the redhead as your wife.

“I love you too, baby. More than anything,” you rest your foreheads together and lean over to capture her lips in a calm and tender kiss.

Her manicured hands grabbed your neck with a certain force, making you moan in her mouth.

As soon as you pull away, the emerald eyes are replaced by lust and hunger. She bites her lip and you know what that means. “Prove it then,” Melissa challenges with an arched eyebrow. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Is this a challenge, Schemmenti?” you questioned already knowing the answer.

“Maybe?” the redhead responds with a lovely pout. “C'mon, don't keep me waiting.”

You laugh, as she repositions herself in bed, putting her head back on the pillows. “Y/N,” she says looking impatient. “Come here now.” Her authoritarian tone sending chills all over your body.

Straddling her waist, you started to unbutton the buttons from her pajamas, exposing her naked torso. “You are so soft, so warm. So beautiful,” you comment between kisses, moving down to lightly nibble on your wife's neck. The act making her shiver when you bite a sensitive spot. “I’m the luckiest woman in the whole fucking world.”

She moans, struggling with the difficulty of forming a single sentence. “Baby…please, I need you. Just...”

“It looks like someone is quite needy,” you teased with a smirk continuing to explore her perfect body, placing a trail of love marks on the valley of the older woman's breasts.

As soon as your mouth covered one of her nipples, the redhead's back arched extracting a celestial sound from her lips. “Yeah,” she sighs, tangling her fingers in your hair, guiding your head where she needed it most.

Obeying her non-verbal commands, you went down to the middle of her legs grabbing her shorts, giving a wicked smile when you noticed the wet patch dripping through the fabric of her black panties.

Sliding your hands down her thighs, you spread her legs, Melissa understood the message and raised her hips, helping you get rid of her ruined underwear

“So pretty,” you murmur before tasting her, your lips soft and moist covering Melissa's pussy, your tongue exploring her folds and swollen bud. Your movements were slow, but still precise causing chills in the woman above you.

“Oh!” The redhead moaned loudly grabbing the sheets. “Fuck, more. Please more. JESUS-” she yells when you shove two fingers in her entrance and start pumping at a strong pace, without stopping sucking her.

The combination of your tongue and skillful fingers made Melissa reach the edge in seconds. “I'm gonna—” she stuttered between quick breaths.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” you gave her a final trust, feeling her walls clenched around yours fingers and she came with a scream of your name. “I gotcha, my sweet angel,” you calm her down by placing soft kisses on her thighs and whispering sweet nothings during her high.

As soon as her panting breath stabilized again, Melissa pulled you back to lie on her chest. “That was perfect,” she speaks in a hoarse voice, completely exhausted from your activities.

“It was,” you chucked, drawing imaginary patterns on her naked skin.

She kisses your head and closes her eyes. “Ti amo infinitamente, dolcezza mia. Non hai idea di quanto sono grato di averti come moglie.”

You fell asleep again with your bodies intertwined, without worries. Just Melissa and you, enjoying each other's company. As it should be.

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n3xii · 6 months

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this week's reading is an energic analysis of your current aura with some advice and guidance on how to overcome any blockages. Keep in mind that this is a reading and intended for entertainment purposes only!

Deck I used for this reading: Craft cards tarot deck

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PILE ONE

your current energy: king of pentacles reversed + ace of wands reversed+ six of pentacles

I think you guys are in a bit of a rut, you may feel drained and unmotivated, uninspired. There could be feelings of self-doubt, insecurity about your goals partially when it comes to career or money. And those feelings end up in a spiral where you don't feel like putting in the effort or the work, and simultaneously that makes you feel even more unmotivated. The card you got for advice was the six of pentacles: first things first. Don't give more of your energy than you can give, stop pouring your life force into shitty people, arguments, self-doubt. and secondly, know that it's ok to ask for help and assistance. this doesn't just mean from people around you, but from the universe too. i cannot tell you how many times my angels told me to ask for help in a reading and when i did, i actually saw movement in my life.

PILE TWO

your current energy: seven of pentacles reversed, 5 of wands and the ace of pentacles reversed

I think you guys are feeling impatient, frustrated and the energetic blockage that I actually see is competitiveness. I think you guys honestly just need to know that what you're basing yourself worth on right now is impractical and baseless, being competive with others and comparing yourself is making you feel frustrated, impatient with your own progress. The advice card for you was the ace of pentacles reversed, your guides are coming through to tell you that you need to establish firm grounds in self esteem, dont base in how well or how bad you are doing in comparison to others.

PILE THREE

your current energy: the fool, the two of wands and the ace of pentacles

The people who chose this pile are on the verge of something new, bright whitish colors or teel green colors may be in your aura right now. I think the people who chose this have something in mind that they want to start doing, but the blockage is originating from the fact that you are stuck in the planning stage. You're still in the process of actually taking action, trying to decide ''how'' you want to do this and you're delaying this new beginning by trying to decide if you're going to go forward or not. The advice isnt to be rash and impulsive, but to start taking small steps of aciton towards this desire. the ace of pentacles upright is always the advice to plant the seed. set your intentions and nurture them through taking action everyday. as always, cards in the pentacles suit are always slow motion types of cards, understand that what you want to start will require longterm action and effort, be patient with the process and dont let potential rot because of inaction.

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 9 months

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Sebek + Orange Rose please?

Sebek Zigvolt:

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person.

Sebek was flustered.

He swatted at your caring hands knowing you were the source of his discontent in the first place. Horseback riding had always been a way to clear his head, to set himself straight when his thoughts may wander while he was on duty. Even if it was a challenge to find a horse who could stand his booming voice, he had overcome the obstacle with great pride because nothing could stop him from being who he needed to be (AKA the best bodyguard for Malleus).

Yet how could he overcome an obstacle like you?

He supposed going back in time was unthinkable even with magic, since even the powerful Malleus couldn’t move the hands on a clock backwards. He thought maybe keeping a careful distance might work yet you were insistent on barging into his life, just like you did minutes before as an example.

Sebek had been riding along a quiet path, filled with a decent amount of shade from the plentiful green trees that hung over it in an almost protective gesture. It would allow him to bask in the pleasant outside air, a warm spring day that Sebek had looked forward to all winter. He didn’t choose this of his own accord as he disliked being away from Malleus for long periods of time but his master had disappeared after requesting solitude, leaving him with no choice but to train. He had even considered that he might run into Malleus back here due to how isolated it is and how rarely the path was used, a little daydream he had that unfortunately distracted him.

When you accidentally stepped into the horse’s path, emerging from the woods like a startled deer, Sebek cursed your name as he reared back in a desperate attempt to change direction. Saving you from a painful fate was less of a heroic scenario and more of a treacherous deal sealed with a handshake as he went flying from the horses back instead. He grunted as he landed hard in the brush, thankful that at least fate hadn’t sent him into thorny bushes, too.

“Sebek!” His name leaves your lips in such a frantic tone, one he can’t pin.

Was that from realizing the danger you were in, or for him who was hurt in your stead?

A zap of electricity shoots through him, the tingling in his chest remaining in the aftermath. He opened his mouth to loudly scold you for not paying attention to your surroundings; you couldn’t hear the hooves trampling dirt and rock a mile away? What if it had been some less skilled rider, or even worse, some type of predator set on sinking its teeth into you? He doesn’t know why the concept of you wounded with no one to protect you makes him feel anxious, but decided it’s easier to connect it to his natural protective instincts as a bodyguard.

“Don’t be stubborn!” You huffed as he stood, brushing himself off like he’d simply tripped. “At least let me heal up the little things!”

Sebek thought it’s a waste of both of your time (and your magic) to heal some measly scratches but he’s rendered speechless by you yet again as you removed his gloves with ease to touch the bare skin of his hands. Your magic required skin-on-skin contact and he knew this, so why did he suddenly become so aware of how intimate it felt to hold another’s hand?

A warmth spread from his hands to his entire body, your magic doing its work and perhaps something more. It’s a few blissful moments before you retract your hands, satisfied that he’s in perfect working order. You even smiled as you handed him back his riding gloves, and Sebek had to divert his eyes for a second to concentrate on slowing his rapidly beating heart.

“There you go! I know as Malleus’ bodyguard you wouldn’t want to look messy sooo…” You plucked a twig out of his hair, flicking it to the ground. “There! Handsome as ever!”

Sebek suddenly wished this place was more populated, that there was a chance of interruption as he had no idea what to say next. The polite thing would be to thank you for your help, or perhaps to go back to his original idea of scolding you for not paying attention, but for some reason he remained tongue tied. If he thought about it enough, he could remember the gentle feel of your hands, the way your brow furrowed as you concentrated on healing him quickly and efficiently, the sparkling smile as you admired your handiwork before you called him handsome—

Sebek suddenly felt very resigned to his fate, knowing that as long as you existed you would always invade his thoughts.

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loveliest-venus · 8 months

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You don’t give him the chance to get jealous.

How could he? When you don’t even realize how utterly dismissive of other possible “suitors” you are. Not giving anyone a second glance, eyes straying over to where he is if you two happen to be in the same room, reserving that sweet tone of your voice for when you call his name, shamelessly flashing that pretty ring he gave you whenever someone gets too close for comfort.

It’s not as if he wants to be jealous, far from it. It’s just baffling to think that, in all of your years together, he can’t remember any time he felt threatened by another. To make him burn with anger and freeze in fear over losing you is but a mere fantasy for those who admire you from afar, knowing that you will never like them back.

It hits him one day when you're all hanging out with your shared circle of friends and acquaintances, laughing at their antics and engaging in friendly banter with those closest to you. His friends, in particular, are well aware of his jealous streak, inquiring about the green-eyed beast they had seen in his younger years with past lovers. If the confused look on your face isn't enough indication, his own hesitation before answering gives them all the information they need. They're skeptical, of course. Him? Never getting jealous? What a joke.

"I've never seen him jealous," your earnest answer leaves them gobsmacked, now staring at him as if he's sprouted four more limbs. "he's not really the jealous type." That's a lie and he knows it, so why can't he think of any event that proves it? He frowns, glancing back at you as if you'd know any better than him. But the loving glint in your eyes when he meets your gaze it's like a sucker punch to the gut, heart throbbing at the sheer adoration making you glow.

Of course, he realizes. It's not that he's suddenly become the type of man who can see his love being flirted with without batting an eye or that he gives people the benefit of the doubt. It's that you have single-handedly helped him overcome his insecurities, healing his emotional wounds with your unbridled love and unwavering loyalty. Similarly, his commitment to you is just as strong, as the trust you've built the longer your relationship progressed further deepened your bond.

He's feeling breathless, in awe of you and hopelessly lovestruck, staring at you as if you're the only person in the room. Your shared friends jokingly gag at the sight, teasing remarks and cat-calls filling the room when he boldly leans in to kiss you, melting into you when your lips move against his own with practiced ease.

It's perfect, he can only sigh in bliss, once again realizing that he'd never find someone who loved him like you did. Someone he loved just as deeply, wholly, and desperately.

Portgas D. Ace, God Usopp (One Piece), Kaminari Denki, Kuroiro Shihai, Shishikura Seiji, Shinsou Hitoshi (Boku No Hero Academia), Inumaki Toge, Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen), Solomon, Satan (Obey Me!), Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sugawara Koushi, Yaku Morisuke, Kozume Kenma, Kyoutani Kentaro, Semi Eita, Daishou Suguru, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu Miya (Haikyuu!!), Gorou, Cyno, Kaveh, Wanderer (Genshin Impact), Gokudera Hayato, Colonnello (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!), Jean Kirsten (Shingeki No Kyojin), Midorima Shintaro, Hyuga Junpei, Kasamatsu Yukio, Wakamatsu Kousuke, Himuro Tatsuya, Mayuzumi Chihiro, Nijimura Shuuzo (Kuroko No Basket), Aburame Shino, Akimichi Choji, Uzumaki Menma, Uchiha Shisui (Naruto), your fave.

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lonecapybara · 5 months

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I find it incredible how the greatest strength of the team BOLAS was the crushing defeat they suffered on the first day. At first they didn't have much hope, but between receiving constant attacks from the blue team, being destroyed by the green team when they were at the peak of their hope and soon after being killed in their own spawn by the blue team again. They lost any kind of trust they might have had in the other teams and began to think that both teams were working against them.

So on the first day they had already lost their minds and realized that they only had their own team for company. This unity caused by their suffering on the first day made them the most cohesive team, making all 7 of them much more interested in helping each other and even if they didn't manage to win they would just carry on day by day.This all culminated in the creation of the cult of gas masks With the team seeing almost anyone outside the cult as enemies who caused them pain. This all meant that they always try to work together, And they usually stay online together, avoiding being alone as much as possible, Greatly improving their teamwork.

Furthermore, they do not underestimate anyone because they see themselves as the weakest in terms of PvP and ability to acquire resources. Causing them to avoid conflicts and only attack when a perfect opportunity to do so arises, Like Cellbit realizing that at the end of the night their team is at peak strength and the other teams are usually weaker, making it the perfect time for them to take action, While Philza normally grinds in the afternoon to be used by the night team,

Since they know their weakness, they try to overcome it with strategy, which was very effective in the egg battle event, With the team's egg remaining untouchable the entire match, with the only person knowing its location being cellbit. With the team creating a Castile full of traps that quickly became such a chaotic place that it became impossible to know where to go to find the egg.

#qsmp #team BOLAS ROJAS #they speedrun shared trauma bound LMAO #they get too silly at late night

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asttrogirl · 10 months

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"Give me your hand," you smiled, crouching in front of him. Suguru simply rolled his eyes before offering you his hand.

"But make sure not to cut it; the ladies like that," he said, causing you to wrinkle your nose in response. He burst into laughter.

"Listen, I just found a book that talked about how the grooves in our hands can reveal a lot about our future, and I already tried it with Shoko and Satoru. Now I want to try it with you."

Carefully, you took his hand in yours, feeling the warmth of his skin as your fingers intertwined. His hands were obviously much larger than yours and had a few pale scars from training with different cursed weapons they often tested, but fortunately, none extended beyond a couple of centimeters. Oh, and there was also the tiny heart you had drawn with henna last week.

You furrowed your brow and closely observed the grooves and lines adorning his palm, searching for hidden signs and meanings.

"Suguru, the grooves in your hand reveal a challenging and tumultuous path. I see passion and determination in your future, but also obstacles you'll have to overcome," you said, not averting your gaze from his hand. "But remember, destiny isn't set in stone. You have the power to shape your own path."

Suguru furrowed his brow, seemingly intrigued by your words. "Really?" he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.

"Nah. Actually, I just made it up. I got bored and only made it to the first page," you chuckled, "but Toru believed me. He thinks he'll go bald at 25, look," you pointed towards the dormitory entrance, where the white-haired guy was spraying green tonic on his hair.

Suguru burst into laughter, shaking his head, amused by the joke. Then, he withdrew his hand from yours, but his smile remained on his face.

"You just unlocked an insecurity in him," he remarked.

You nodded knowingly. "I know, but he broke my katana, so I guess we're even."

Suguru nodded and then stood up, extending his hand to help you up.

"Well, I guess we've had enough hand-reading for today," he said with a smile. "How about we go grab something at the campus café? We can continue making fun of Toru and his hair tricks."

You accepted his hand and stood up, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Sounds like a perfect plan," you replied with a smile, excited to spend more time with Suguru and enjoy his company.

©asttrogirl│don't copy or translate

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jujutsu headcanons

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sarejima · 28 days

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i am a starving child and am requesting kyman fanfics to soothe my hunger (PLS recommend ME SOME)

OMG YAY SOMEBODY ASKED ME SMTH IM SO HAPPY AMSBSDB

Unfortunately I'm a green and inexperienced mother but I'll do my best!! (thisll be long as i cant keep from waxing poetic about fics i like)-

The love of my life and one of the best things I've had the pleasure of reading period is “Know your Enemy” by Elsen. It's beyond perfect to me enough so that even though it may never be finished I'm sort of satisfied. Eric's characterisation is beautiful and literally just as hilarious as in the show itself with the way he schemes and jumps over nonsensical hoops in his head in order to satisfy his self image in processing his feelings for Kyle and unwitting desires to submit to him. The plot and setting in and of themselves also somehow complement his absurdity. Also has just the right amount of perversion. (Okay I'm done sorry)

Another genius Cartman channelfic that I was audibly giggling at due to the insanity of his mental gymnastics is "I crush everything" by Rainbow_Convection which is quite short and mainly deals with him "processing" his feelings

(The above person is really good at writing compellingly about manic impulses and emotions so check out their other fics too)

On a similar note and also exploring implications of Cartmans outright deluded conscious, this time through Kyle's perspective, is 'Imaginationland 4: a tale of two Kyles' by Sinshipsahoy where it's revealed to Kyle (in increasingly horrifying ways) that Cartman's mind is (literally) swarming with him.

(This guy also has a worryingly well written corpse desecration fic so if that's your cup of tea)

In the 'I'm with Stupid' series by numbknee Eric gets together with Kyle and is annoying and fiercely loveable and everything's great until Kyle realises that sadly Cartman's views on relationships/love in general- but especially with Kyle, his 'enemy'- had been significantly skewed from the start due to an aversion to vulnerability, stunting their progress. I especially like the fourth and last fic/chapter.

Kinda depressing but in 'Sharing Last Names' by serpenrzbreath an adult Cartman's Kyle obsession is partly due to lamenting, while in the depths of denial, his own collosal wasted potential as over the years wasted rotting and room-bound due to severe mental instability but also just lack of trying, one of the only things grounding his shame is Kyle's comparative success, and when a time of reckoning comes an unwilling(?) Kyle is all he feels like turning to. However he soon learns that pity and concern is much more confusing and enraging than ire.

Some more Kyle focused fics are

'Love and the other thing' by Gumdroppy where we get an equal amount of Kyle and Eric perspective- Kyle who revealed his love for Eric as a kid first and loves Eric WAY too much for his own good(to the point where his friends feel the need to take measures to ensure his best interests) and Eric who perhaps fell harder- worships the ground Kyle walks on- but can't seem to help the kneejerk hurt and abuse that flows from his hands. Bonus points for jealous Stan and Kenny being an angel.

Ans also by Elsen 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let My Mortal Enemy Eat My Ass' which is really hot with a compelling theme of overcoming Kyle's past trama what can I say

'It's basically a weird cat, right?' By Verimakea is a adorable fic about adult Kyle who by chance meets Eric in raccoon form(and then not-so-raccoon form) in which Cartman has separation issues and Kyle is forced to battle loneliness and incteasing mildly worrying feelings for this addition to his life.

Some other concepts:

'Baby, Just Say Yes' by shortstackedcheesecake96- a beautiful wonderful fic where the palpable chemistry between a (surprisingly earnest about the subject and a talented actor) Cartman and (quite good novice) Kyle get cast as Juliet and Romeo respectively. There's so much compelling teenage awkwardness where they both appear to be unwillingly drawn to each other despite everything in ways they feel they really shouldn't- Kyle especially is almost embarrassingly captivated by an Eric in his element- and it's such a pleasure to read; just thinking about some scenes has me wanting to reread it lmao.

(This writer also has a lot of enticing and well-written smut too)

'Fake it 'till you make it' by mewtwos is another fic I hold so so close to my heart in which Kyle and Eric have to fake date for a bit, until they realise that these fake displays of affection draw them in a little bit too hard; make them a bit too lightheaded, and by that point the reel has already been cast. It's insanely well written.

'Expertise' by Mewtwos where Eric is a little too eager to practice kissing with kyle and they have a little awakening

'To Be Wanted' by Verimakea- a Cowboy au where Kyle takes it upon himself to capture Wanted Sheriff Cartman, but things quickly gp array and they and up stuck together in one place for an indeterminate amount of time, with Kyle put in a position where he often has bo choice but to rely on the other. This writer is seriously skilled at painting subtly erotic/suggestive imagery, and writing complex emotions into characters through their actions so its quite the fun leg-kicking read lol.

'Copacabana' by Senkenwoo is a bittersweet fic about jaded middle aged retired performer Kyle recalling how he lost his charming and endearingly annoying bartender lover

Some unconventional smut cus y not:

'Laid To Rest' by gosh_zillah in which Kyle has a deep seated desire to be a cocksleeve and subsequently gets watched in his sleep by an enthralled little audience for a bit(among other things as he proves to be quite perceptive lol)

"You're in his DMs? i'm in his walls, we are not the same" by ratherblue - Eric watches Kyle have smexy times thru a hidden camera; implied mutual pining. Also Kyle's trans

'Cause I'm a free bitch, baby' by knumbknee where Kyle sees an Eric in proper drag for the first time and is transfixed

'sleep tight' by bloodylamb is a quirky little sleepover somnophillia fic where Kyle's mildly vocal about his Eric-disposition in his sleep if you're good with dubcon.

I'm sure you weren't expecting to be waterboarded by text and for this I apologise

#kyman #kyman fanfiction #its long i know #i will swear up and down for these fics tho #and these writers #there are probably loads of great ones i have yet to read #south park #its not 4am anymore so i fixed it lol

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 month

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Blessed Be: Chapter 2

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Summary: You and Bob have the perfect day, but you have to walk away.

Warnings: Witchcraft, Magic, Sexual Themes, Slow Burn, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, I think that’s it?

- Chapter 1 Here -

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As agreed, Bob pulled up to your house at 11am. He got out of his car and adjusted his shirt sleeves so they rested comfortably above his forearms. He smoothed back his long hair and took a deep breath, before walking up the porch to your front door. He knocked softly and waited.

“Hi Bob.”

Bob swung around to find you behind him, slightly startled. “Mornin’ Bree.” He chuckled. God his eyes looked even better when the sun was on his face. You took a moment to admire him.

“Were you outside already, or do you have a secret door I don’t know about?” He joked.

You smiled, “I was just checking on my lavender down the end of the garden, heard you pull up.” You confirmed.

“Can I see your plants before we go?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” You beckoned for him to follow you around the back to where your greenhouse and outdoor plants sat growing marvellously in the partial sun and shade from the large tree that hung over the porch.

“Wow.” He breathed, “You sure do have a green thumb. I love gardening but I wouldn’t say I’m great at it.” He laughed, bending down to rub a piece of lavender gently between his thumb and index finger. The smell filled his nostrils and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“I think it’s all down to the soil and sun. But it helps to talk to them.” You said as you bent down to inspect your hydrangea bush.

Bob nodded with a smile but said nothing as he admired you. You looked beautiful in your white linen sundress, your hair falling over your eyes as you stood back up.

“Shall we?” You asked with a grin.

“We shall.” Bob quipped back, biting his lip gently as he followed you to the car.

Bob couldn’t help but relish in the fact that when he was around you, that almost constant tugging and gnawing feeling inside him disappeared. It was replaced instead with a sense of serenity, excitement and something else he couldn’t quite place, and it was becoming addictive.

Bob opened the passenger door for you and you slid into the seat. The first thing you noticed was how neat his car was, and the smell of citrus flooded your senses. It was fresh and for some reason reminded you of days down on the beach with your parents as a child. You relaxed into the seat and took a deep breath in through your nose.

As Bob climbed into the driver seat, he looked over at you with a grin, “Where to, Madam Tour-guide?”

You laughed and rested your head against the seat. “Hmmm… ok drive down to the harbour, I have a secret little place in mind.”

Bob bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled away to suppress the smile he so badly wanted to let out, but was afraid he’d look like a lunatic if he kept grinning this way all day.

You made small talk on the drive, holding back on bigger in depth questions that you wanted to ask but knew this would only draw you closer to him. Your giddiness was suddenly overcome with sadness as you remembered you were going to say goodbye to Bob for good after today.

“You okay?” Bob asked, noticing how suddenly you’d gone quiet as you stared out the window.

“Mhmm.” You lied, forcing a smile. Bob didn’t buy it, but he didn’t feel it was his place to pry, so smiled right back encouragingly.

You pulled up to the harbour and Bob quickly rounded your end of the car to open your door.

“Ever the gentleman.” You chuckled.

“So where are we going?” He asked, curiously eyeing the harbour for any restaurants, cafes or food stalls.

“Follow me Mr Floyd.” You said as you turned towards the cliff side, and Bob suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Not a shiver of dread, or anticipation, no. A shiver of excitement at how you said his name. He wasn’t sure why but it made his heart race even more, perhaps it was the seductive way you said it, or the fact that you even remembered his last name to begin with.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, and followed you onto small sand bank that made way to a narrow path along the cliffside.

You walked for about 10 minutes, and eventually the small path gave way to a ledge overhanging the sea. It was high up enough that the waves couldn’t reach you, but low enough that he hadn’t noticed the gradual incline of the pathway. There were a few trees cushioning the ledge from the intimidating cliff behind you, and it was completely secluded from everyone and everything, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Suddenly you placed a picnic basket on the ground, and Bob was sure he hadn’t seen you carrying it around, but chalked it up to him being completely distracted by how beautiful you looked.

You sprawled a blanket on the ground and sat down, unloading the baskets contents neatly in front of you. Bob watched in awe as finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, chocolates and chips in neat little bowls were laid out in front of him.

“This is… so sweet.” Was all he could breath out as he came to sit next to you.

You grinned, “Well I wanted to make you feel welcome, and this is my favourite spot on the island, couldn’t think of a better place.”

“I do feel welcome. Thank you for going through the trouble.” He smiled at you earnestly, piling the finger foods on his plate.

“You thirsty?” You asked, pulling out a bottle of your home made iced tea. Bob nodded, mouth full of sandwich.

You handed him a glass of iced tea and sat back on your elbows as you watched the sea in front of you. This was your idea of a perfect date, but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable.

Comfortable meant danger in your family, especially when it came to men.

“This is really good.” He said having taken a sip of the iced tea. He noticed the glass bottle had no label. “You made this?” He said in awe.

“Yeah, it’s just peaches and mint.” You chuckled.

Bobs eyebrows pulled together, “I love peaches, and mint. It’s like you knew.” He took another sip and let out an exaggerated moan.

Bob was getting comfortable around you, and as much as that made your insides flutter, you knew you couldn’t let him. Suddenly you stood up and walked to the edge, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to push the fuzzy feelings away.

“Did I do something?” Bob worried out loud, standing and making his way over to where you stood.

“No, no it’s not you Bob.” You didn’t turn to face him, you couldn’t or you feared your desire would take over.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hand gently moved to touch your arm to get you to face him.

As soon as he touched you a spark of electricity ran from your skin through his fingers. Not painful, but hot and intense, like a flash fire.

Bob pulled away quickly and looked at his hand, this one was harder to ignore than the one you had felt yesterday in your store, and you spun round with wide eyes to look at Bob.

“Did you… did you feel that?” Bob stammered, flexing his fingers to make sure everything still worked. You nodded, rubbing the spot on your arm that he had touched.

“Are you okay?” You asked, still in shock at the sheer force of what you felt.

Bob nodded, and gulped audibly. “Are you?” He asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern.

You nodded. “Must be the humidity.” You mumbled.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Bree?” Bob pressed, moving back over to you, but remaining at a safe distance. If anything, he wanted to feel the electricity again, it was unlike any physical thing he’d felt before, and left him with a sense of adrenaline that had him practically panting.

You nodded again, but your eyes were sad. You knew in a matter of hours this would be over and you’d never see Bob again. For a stranger, you felt it painfully hard to let him go.

You faked a smile and suggested you finish your picnic, changing the subject quickly. You asked Bob about his childhood, what he was like in school, and if he enjoyed his job. Bob knew something was wrong but understood you didn’t want to discuss it, so bought into your distraction.

Bob told you that he was quite nerdy in school, but his job as a detective had hardened him slightly, and brought him out of his shell.

He asked you why everyone thought you were a witch, and you laughed and told him because you were. Bob thought you were joking and laughed back, the incident prior being quickly forgotten as you enjoyed your company in the baking early afternoon sun.

The hours quickly passed and the sun began to set over the ocean. You felt as though you had been there mere minutes, not wanting to admit the day was soon to be over.

You both packed up the picnic basket and dusted off the blanket, before making your way back down the path back to the harbour. It was a silent walk, and Bob could sense the shift. Something was still eating away at you.

Once you reached the car, he opened the passenger door for you, but you didn’t move to climb in. You stayed on your spot and bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words.

You took a deep breath and sighed, “I really like you, Bob.”

His eyes lit up, and he smiled from ear to ear, smoothing his hair down as he walked towards you.

“I really like you too, Bree.” He breathed.

“But I can’t see you anymore.” You countered.

Bobs smile faltered. He laughed, “What do you mean?”

You sighed again, louder this time, covering your face with both hands as your frustration overtook you.

“Hey, hey! Bree, what’s going on?” Bob asked you, suddenly worried. He gently took your arms and pulled your hands away from your face, ignoring the force of the electric shock that shook through him.

You looked at him through watery eyes, “I wished for you, Bob.” You whimpered.

“Bree, that’s not a bad thing. I wished for you to.” He laughed gently, smiling down at you with so much affection it took your breath away.

You forced yourself out of his gentle grip and backed away from him slowly.

“You don’t understand.” You breathed.

“Then explain it to me, please.” He begged, walking towards you again.

“I can’t.” You shook your head, holding a hand out to stop him from coming any closer. “You need to go back home, Bob. I’m sorry.”

You turned and left Bob confused and dazed in the car park of the harbour, unable to comprehend what had just happened. His heart sank at the thought of never seeing you again, and the pulling feeling began to grow again, urging him in your direction as you walked away.

As you walked, you began to cry, and the further away from Bob you got, the darker the feeling inside you grew. Plants on either side of you began to wilt and die, as you climbed the steep winding road back to your house.

When you got home, you went straight to your bedroom. Your mom didn’t even need to ask what had happened, she knew, and she followed you to your bedroom to comfort you.

Bob climbed back in his car and just sat there for several minutes, he rubbed his jaw as he tried to make sense of everything. Bob had no idea what was happening, but he did know one thing.

He was not leaving.

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It took you a long time to fall asleep that night, and when you did, your dreams were plagued by horrible nightmares of Bob falling. He was falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss, clawing at the air and crying out to you. His cries grew more and more desperate, until eventually he disappeared into the abyss and you woke up sweating. This happened three times, but on the third you woke up and the goosebumps were back.

You rubbed your arms in an attempt to get rid of them, but they stubbornly returned no matter what you tried.

Frustrated, you got up and went downstairs to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

About halfway down the stairs you heard the familiar clatter of the broom hitting the floor.

“What the?” You mumbled as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You walked into the dark kitchen and looked for any signs of life.

You snapped your fingers and the candles on the windowsill lit up, illuminating the kitchen in a soft glow. You filled up a glass of water and snapped your fingers again to put out the candles, before walking back up to bed.

You closed your bedroom door and walked over to your night stand, taking a sip of water and putting the glass down, before climbing back into bed in the hopes of getting a decent sleep until morning.

Laying back on your pillow, you closed your eyes and breathed. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” You begged yourself, focussing on the bursts of colour behind your eyelids.

Just as you felt yourself dozing off, you thought you heard a light tapping noise. Your eyes flew open as you strained your ears.

You couldn’t hear anything, so you closed your eyes again, but it wasn’t long before there was another slightly louder tap.

Sitting up in bed, you strained your eyes, trying to figure out what the source of the noise was.

Tap.

The window.

You got out of bed quickly and crossed the room to the big window that overlooked the back garden and cliffside.

Tap. A stone.

You opened the window and leaned out to check who it was throwing stones at your window so late at night.

Your breath caught in your throat as your heart stuttered.

“Bob?”

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- Chapter 3 Here -

Notes: I just wanted to say a huge thank you to every like and reblog so far💛 it means so much that people are enjoying this story and thank you in advance to everyone who shows the love!

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cream-stew · 2 years

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smutfics that include corrupting virgin! thoma—UH HUH GOOD SHIT 👏👏👏 I EAT IT UP EVERYTIME.

the thought of tainting someone so cute and sweet just really misos my soup y'know?? darling thoma shyly admitting to you that he's never had someone wet his dick yet. the way he gets all embarrassed and blushy just by uttering the word dick.

assuring your boyfriend that it's okay, but he's still so shy, insisting that you take the first lead. the moment he finally cums inside you for the first, it all snaps. he is hooked. he gradually becomes obsessed, addicted. so much so that he's practically panting as he begs you for another fuck.

he's nothing but a needy puppy that when you think he's giving you an innocent hug from behind, he just starts humping himself against you, whimpering pleas under his breath. so shameful!

i don't know what i was going with this but sigh, corruption kink…

i'm really sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, please do delete if it does!

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab reader, creampie, mentioned public sex

// note: this was perfect anon, don't worry about it <3

he's all shy and cute as you help him strip, pulling his shirt off and lowering his pants so gently. you palm him through his underwear, trying to get him to relax before he's completely naked, and noticing how he snaps his eyes shut at the sensation makes you smile fondly.

he's rock hard already, so you ask him if he wants you to strip as well, and he nods. you strip quickly, and despite his embarrassment he seems more at ease already. that's when you pull his underwear down and start jerking him off in earnest, his cock already drooling precum. you give it a tentative lick, not wanting to overwhelm him, but he seems pretty responsive to that, moaning prettily and moving his hands to your shoulders.

he doesn't try to move you, but you can tell he wants more, and you eagerly take his cock in your mouth, one of your hands playing with your pussy and getting it wet in preparation.

you pull off of him right before he can cum, and you're rewarded with another whine. you ask him what he wants to do now, you really want him to fuck you, but it's ok if he's not up for it yet! and he replies that yeah, he wants to fuck you too, he's just not ready to make the first move...

"could you… take the lead?", he asks, red faced, and you straddle his lap with a grin. you sink down on his cock, looking intently at him and at how his expression changes, going from bashful, to shocked, to overcome with lust. his hands grip your waist as you start riding him, his cock dragging in and out of you and hitting your sweet spot deliciously when you sit down on it over and over, and his grip turns bruising as it goes on.

he cums quickly, as you had expected, and you shush his stuttered apologies. you tell him it's no big deal, and that you can finish with your hands, but he looks up at you with his cute green eyes and asks you if you can go again.

laughing, you resume riding him, his half hard cock rapidly standing up fully erect again, and you manage to cum before him this time, though you continue bouncing on his cock until he reaches a second orgasm and empties his load inside you.

from that moment, you two end up having sex basically once a day, and when you think back on it, it's almost ridiculous that such a shy man turned out to be a sex obsessed freak, but you really can't complain! he's gotten sooooo good at fucking your brains out, pinning you to whatever surface and cumming in you multiple times as you cream on his cock, both of you moaning and calling each other's name in abandon.

he even starts touching you indecently in public… you're sure if it goes on like this he'll just bend you over in front of a crowd and fuck you right there…

you can't wait for it to happen!

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #thoma x reader #thoma smut

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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Chef Au! A date night with fast food (chosen by Ava) and cheap wine (chosen by Bea)

it's not that beatrice's little chef outfits aren't simultaneously endearing and also hot, but when you open your front door and see her in sunglasses and a comfortable crewneck sweater, light, loose pants cuffed casually — although you're sure she was exacting about those too — and sneakers, you realize that you've kind of been missing out. or, really, maybe, she's a fuller person that you could've ever really imagined, only seeing her at her restaurant and a few vineyards nearby you'd tasted at together.

she smiles, a little hesitant, and hands you a simple, beautiful bouquet of lavender wrapped in newspaper and tied with twine. 'from my garden.'

'that's so gay,' you say, before you can stop yourself — but then she laughs and scratches at the back of her neck and you lean forward to kiss her cheek. 'i love them,' you amend. 'thank you.

she nods. 'of course.'

'let me put these in some water and then we can head out.'

'you can dry it, if you want.' she clears her throat, nervous and fidgeting with her watch. 'it's good for simple syrups and reductions. or baths.'

'that sounds dope. i love baths.' you wink and know she's blushing as you put the bouquet on your entry table — artfully cluttered — and then lock the door and turn back to her. 'ready?'

'yes,' she says, unlocking a practical and perfectly spotless electric small bmw suv, and then opening your door for you.

'why thank you, sir knight.'

she rolls her eyes and closes the door, then walks around to her side. 'where to, your royal highness?'

you grin, take her hand in yours while she starts the car. 'arby's.'

'fair enough.'

'i was going to pick panda express, but that seemed... weird?'

she laughs, which delights you. you don't think you've ever heard her laugh like that before. 'i love their orange chicken, honestly. but that's a god tier secret, okay?'

you mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key, which keeps a smile on her face. while she's driving, you get to take in the whole of her, greedily: her dark brows and the gentle sharp of her jaw, the soft buzz of her hair, the tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of her sweater, the freckles across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose. and her hands: sure and precise, even just on the steering wheel. she's beautiful, and you're a little overcome. you count your blessings that you wore your favorite bralette and overshirt, wide-leg jeans that make your butt look incredible. your eyeliner is perfect and when you're at a red light, she turns and smiles at you like there's no one else in the world.

it knocks the breath out of you a bit, and you cannot start crying over how pretty a girl is within seven minutes of a first date; you thank your lucky stars when she fiddles with her phone and then some music starts to play.

'shit,' she says, scrolling desperately.

'carly rae?'

'i didn't mean to play that. i don't even know why it's in my liked songs.'

'here,' you say, and put your hand out for the phone because the light is about to turn green. you laugh when you see every single carly rae jepson album fully saved in her liked songs, and you take in the delicious pink of her cheeks when you look over at her with a laugh. 'well, emotion: side b is probably the best album of all time, so no judgement here.'

she bites her bottom lip.

'what were you trying to play, though? what did you think would, like, seduce me?'

'who says i'm was trying to seduce you?'

'well, the gay little flowers, for one. and the fact that you agreed to this silly plan in the first place.'

she waits until the next red light to lean over the console and kiss you — short, and gentle, and very sweet — and you revel in the feeling.

she backs away and turns her attention back to the road in front of you as you start to move again. 'is it working?' she asks.

you laugh.

you settle into her trunk after she parks on the overlook; she's put comfortable blankets and pillows in it so you can eat and watch the sunset, and it's tender and thoughtful and she puts a little fisherman's beanie on that softens her, even more, and it's all driving you a little bit crazy.

'well,' you say, after you both settle in with your chicken fingers, curly fries, and ranch — your order, which she'd promised she would eat — 'please break out the perfect wine to pair with the best dinner of all time.'

she nods very seriously, going along with your antics; beatrice is ultimately extremely serious in the kitchen, even if her food is playful: she hasn't gotten to where she is — one of the youngest chefs to be nominated for a james beard, among a billion other accomplishments she refuses to mention and you had only found out about through a recent write-up about the soft opening of her restaurant — without incredible determination and focus.

she's more playful than you had imagined, full of laughter and willing to be silly; willing to indulge the goofy idea you'd had for this date. she reaches around behind her and pulls out a small cooler filled with ice, then presents the wine with a flourish: 'only the very finest three dollar trader joe's chardonnay. it pairs wonderfully with chicken.'

her little posh accent and her genuine smile make the whole routine even better. 'that is... incredible.'

'you know,' she says, 'i've never failed an assignment.'

'now that i believe.'

she fishes out two red solo cups — which makes you laugh even harder — and unscrews the top of the wine before pouring it carefully. 'do you want to give your review?'

you go through the motions of how you would normally taste a wine, all a little exaggerated. you're one of the most sought-after sommeliers in the world: you can make or break vineyards and their yearly releases; you've been a part of a handful of opening restaurants that have won every award in the book. and, even with all of that, 'this might be one of my favorite bottles of wine i've ever had.'

bea scoffs. 'this wine is absolutely horrendous.' she pulls apart a chicken tender and dunks it in ranch, though, eats it without any complaint.

'sure,' you steal one of her fries even though you have a whole pile of your own. 'but the company elevates the entire thing.'

she turns toward you, the sunset fading orange behind her, turning her eyes gold. 'you make everything better.'

it makes you a little breathless. 'plus, you have to admit, these chicken fingers slap.'

it gets her to laugh, just like you'd wanted. just like you think you could spend your entire life wanting. 'maybe we'll put this pairing on my menu, then.'

'lilith would love that.'

'you know, it could be worth it, just to see her face.'

you scoot closer to her, talk about how her partnership with a local farm is going, how she's sourcing her cod from a fisherman nearby; you talk about your favorite vineyard, a tiny one tucked into the oregon coast — and those things are safe. those things are more of what you already know: she cares deeply about the earth and how her food fits into it; you want to share a stormy grey day and perfect pinot noir at a firepit with her.

and you eat your greasy fries and drink wine that is surely going to give you a headache in the morning. you talk about how she felt finally herself when she finished cooking school and took a job on the line, young and eager and fabulously talented, at a kitchen where she had support, where no one yelled at her, where she had a mentor that cared. you talk about the wine grapes you remember your grandfather growing in your small back yard, how you would eat them when you were small and describe the taste while you sat on your mom's lap. she teaches you her favorite word in chinese and you teach her your favorite word in portugese.

the sun sinks below the river, and you love her.

'do you — ' she bites her bottom lip — 'do you want to come back to my place? for dessert?'

'depends,' you say, and watch her face fall for a split second; you kiss her jaw to rectify that, 'what's on the menu?'

she huffs a laugh. 'i bought nestle chocolate chip cookies, for the occasion. they're in my freezer.'

'oh, fuck yes,' you say. 'i'm so in.'

'and, my company.'

'well, yeah, sure.' you roll your eyes playfully and pull her in for a kiss: cheap wine and grease and the softness of her skin under your fingertips. 'and that too.'

#restaurant au #honestly i'm calling it that bc i don't wanna leave ava out but i simply cannot spell sommelier right on the first try to save my life #avatrice fic #prompts #wn #one day i will research how one becomes a sommelier but for now... imagine whatever you want. i'll get to it lol #they're... very gentle & funny. no angst here

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some questions about jujutsu I would appreciate it if you could answer me. 1. do you think megumi and itadori are a comparison to geto and gojo? 2. What do you find most tragic about geto and gojo's relationship? 3.if geto didn't exist, who would you ship gojo with? ps; I would ship toji and gojo.

Answering these out of order to hide spoilers!

3. If Geto didn't exist, I would ship Gojo with Nanami. Nanami would be bothered 600% of the time.

2.Most tragic is the fact that, while Gojo always looked at Geto's soul and accepted him unconditionally, Geto thought their relationship was over the moment he chose to leave Jujutsu High and they never reconciled this disparity while living. If you want an exhaustive list of the things that rot my brain and prevent me from remembering basic things like my childhood and the Pythagorean theorem, please, feel free to read this recently updated and ongoing list. 😭

Lastly, yes, I think ItaFushi are meant to be a parallel to SatoSugu. See below for why!

⚠️ Spoiler Warning through JJK chapter 247.

The comparison isn't perfect but I don't know that it's meant to be.

I feel like I reference Naruto a lot for having not seen it but I'm pretty sure it's a solid example of the generational failures of the Uchiha clans and the Hidden Leaf Village as overcome by Sasuke and Naruto, respectively.

I think that JJK could be a circular story (check out the Rick & Morty progression, in particular) and that SatoSugu and ItaFushi seem to run as parallels. To simplify, we'll break it up by the OG for parallels:

SATORU

and Megumi (he got blue eyes when he's supposed to have green.. 💎👄💎)

Born of Jujutsu royalty with a familial technique

Familial technique damns them to a burden of responsibility. Gojo became the head of the Gojo clan, Megumi is bought and sold but effectively abdicates his place with the Zenin

When given the chance, relents to leverage the value of his cursed technique to protect others that they deem deserving. Gojo protects Megumi, Yuta and Yuji; Megumi protects Tsumiki and later, Yuji.

In spite of the above, will execute their responsibilities of a sorcerer but will also pick and choose if they will do something outside of that obligation. Think back to Megumi's moral judgement when it came to those in the detention center and Gojo's willingness to act outside of direct orders because... he could.

Just leaving the visual evidence of these little weirdos

and Yuji

The Sun characters but not without shadow.

Blessed births, even though Yuji's was... untraditional, it forged him as a powerful vessel with inhuman strength without a heavenly restriction.

Anomalous strength. Gojo for Six Eyes and Limitless which haven't been seen together in one user in over 100 years. Yuji is able to produce Black Flashes at will and at a rate which is canonically uncommon.

Experienced death and rebirth which brought about change in them. Gojo found enlightenment; Yuji, while in hiding, experienced loss, the tragedy of which marked him noticeably.

They both know the alienation of greatness. Both undergo power ups shattering the ceiling of their previously understood power thresholds and go beyond the comprehension or without the knowledge of their counterparts. Gojo, I think, knew that it would foundationally upset something between he and Geto. Yuji probably just thinks he is getting acclimated to the new world he finds himself within and doesn't realize how insane his glow up has been.

Guilt for not being able to save someone "close to them". Gojo, obviously, with Geto and Yuji with Junpei, initially, but that list has grown. Exponentially.

SUGURU

and Megumi

The Moon characters but they have something worth fighting for that gives them an air of light.

Both believe in and will act on behalf of the weak. Geto believes the strong should protect the weak and keep the strong in check. Megumi believes that if someone cannot observe the basic tenet of don't kill me, I won't kill you, he should exact punishment whether the person infringed on this basic law with him or not.

Despite their code, they still develop or have a discerning application of their morals.

But what happens when that morality is tested? Geto realizes the weak are capable of harm when he discovers the abuse of Nanako and Himiko. Megumi, if he hasn't already, will eventually come to understand that saving Yuji came at the cost of countless lives, including that of Tsumiki, in a way, even if she died by his own hand.

Know intimately the loss of someone they were close with only to find that person returned to them.. but different.

Feeling left behind by the power ups of their counterparts, they are left to their own devices. Notably, Geto spirals into depression and PTSD, Megumi, citing the difference, asks Gojo for additional lessons so he doesn't fall behind.

Doomed by the narrative? or at least by their power. Kenjaku covets Geto's body for the hold it has over Gojo and, possibly, the cursed technique that enabled him to espouse Mahito and Tengen's techniques. Sukuna covets Megumi for Ten Shadows.

Subsequently, both are possessed by something that easily outclasses them but they still are able to rebel when fighting against their counterparts. Geto's corpse strangles Kenjaku in Shibuya; Megumi manipulates how much cursed energy is output when Sukuna fights against Yuji.

Both of them recognize that, despite their counterpart's strength, they are still deserving of concern and worry. This is likely informed by the knowledge of their own weakness and inability to protect.

and Yuji

Outsiders to jujutsu society

Get their power/strength from ingesting something unholy; curses or cursed relics. Either way, both seem to beg the question of how long one can you these things before it poisons something within you?

Earnestly want to help people with a martyr mentality. The idea being, if I am the only one with this power then it's my responsibility to do something; Geto with his role as a sorcerer and Yuji as the only person who can consume Sukuna

Subsequently damned by this noble desire. Geto finds that the sacrifice is no longer palatable after the sacrifices of Riko and Haibara and the abuse of Nanako and Himiko. Yuji experiences survivors' guilt for every slight Sukuna is able to inflict while he continues to live.

A pattern of failure to protect (Riko and Junpei) followed by the loss of a companion (Haibara and Nanami, and what a way for their deaths to mirror one another...) as an impetus for great change in their characters.

The wealth of their goodness has the potential to cause just as big a vacuum of negativity when they break. Arguably this is what pushes the invisible hand that guides the events that radicalizes Geto and informs Mahito's insistence to break Yuji's soul.

Speaking of souls - this idea of their soul's in particularly. Gojo seeing and recognizing Geto's. Mahito feeling the edge of Yuji/Sukuna's soul. We see that Sukuna can aim attacks at Megumi's soul but... why did the goodness in Geto's persist for Gojo to love him unconditionally? How did Yuji's soul withstand external attacks from Mahito and internal attacks from Sukuna?

Where SatoSugu's fatal flaw was hubris, we don't see that with ItaFushi and that, perhaps, is the biggest indication that they're correcting the faults of their forebears while also suffering the repercussions of their failure.

Gege Akutami could absolutely have the whole story end in flames, don't get me wrong. I would 10,000% be invested to the very last page. There's no guarantee that this is a circular story, that any of these characters find peace or that any of them even survive but I can't help but see the similarities, at least as far these four are concerned.

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