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arminsumi · 7 months

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PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

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sea-lanterns · 11 months

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(warning: quite long) Hi ! I saw that you read thirsts so here's a little modern(?) electro-women hc I feralized in my head:

They make you ride them whilst you apply their makeup. (strap or girl deek idc idc)

Her thrusts become harder on purpose once you start getting the hang of her previously consistent pace — her face has been serving as your stability so her sudden pace change made you accidentally smear the lipstick you attempted to apply. You apologize and she doesn't mind — you've been working so hard, so obedient and adorable from how your brows knit and scrunch, your fingers trembling to hold the brush, from how you bite your inner cheek or lip to stop whimpering, and from the way you were desperate and reeling for her promised reward. (It's not like she needed make-up, her face was already perfect in your mind's eye, fitting for Celestia's favorites that obviously included her.)

She sends a pulse of electricity through you and you yelp, smearing more of the lipstick you've been trying to properly re-apply. She laughs as you fall on her shoulder but she's had enough now. She needs to ruin you properly if she wants to make you as pretty as you made her.

Whether it be her fingers or c*ck — she always makes sure to abuse that one spot that makes your legs useless. Every thrust she makes, the higher you were able to see, high enough that half your vision was her and the dark. She sends pulses of electricity inside you, her large hands — met so easily around your hips just at the outside of your uterus— shock you as well, pulses inconsistent but enough for you to shake and null some neurons. Your clit can't escape, not when she fondles and pinches it between her fingers in her unholy curiosity about how much you'll take for her.

Just how many times could you come undone? Will you remember if she asks you to keep count? You've been saying the same number now — "7" when it's already been 12. Her baby is so cute, so adorably dumb that your words were only incoherent babbles. Her pretty girl can take one more, she can give her 5 more probably — mhm, you're so good to her and she hopes you hold her in that same regard.

My depravity has led me to lows I no longer could measure. I now wonder what is beyond the 9th layer of Gehenna. (did not proofread)

i actually have really bad thirst for anything related to cockwarming or sex while doing something else, so this particular thirst made me drool…

also, electro women you say? ooh, this is gonna be a spicy one (//▽//)

nsfw under the cut—————————

riding them while doing their makeup hmmm…

miko, lisa, keqing and ei would like it if you smothered your cunt all over their fingers. they love the feeling of you fluttering under their touch, their fingers sunken deep inside you as you stutter and try to do their eyeliner. the way you gasp and squirm on top of them makes them really want to devour you, so much so that they have to resist the urge to put you on their face, eating you out while your dripping precum ruins the makeup you tried so hard to apply…

beidou, sara and shinobu are the strap girls. they’d prefer having both hands on your hips as you groan and cockwarm the silicone dicks they picked out just for you. the way you resist the urge to bounce as to not ruin their lipstick is what drives them mad, resisting the urge to just thrust upwards and leave you smearing their lipstick all over, too shaky and overstimulated with their cocks hitting so deep inside you.

#🫧hydration station #yae miko smut #lisa minci smut #keqing smut #raiden ei smut #beidou smut #kuki shinobu smut #kujou sara smut

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tenpintsofsundrop · 9 months

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Not A Good Time

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader Smut Blurb

Concept: You witness Gar using his fighting skills while on a mission, and you can't wait to get home to show him just how turned on you are by him.

Word Count: 2,000

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This fic contains (Slightly) Dubious Consent. Both characters are feeling lustful and want to have sex, but one of them is feeling hesitant about having sex in a semi-public location where they could get caught. The other person has to convince them to have sex while these risks are at play. If this makes you uncomfortable, please choose one of my other fics to read.

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (with a risk of getting caught), slightly dubious consent/coercion (see the above explanation for details), Gar gets a blowjob, the reader swallows Gar's cum, switch!Gar, the reader is more dominant in this, fuck-drunk Gar, the reader is completely gender neutral/there are no specifics mentions of genitals for the reader, nipple play (Gar receiving), Gar calls reader ‘my love’ and ‘lover’ (cause that is my new obsession), dirty talk (kind of), slight scent kink/sweat kink, mentions of choking/gagging on a dick and slight breath restriction because of it. Hmmm I think that’s it? this is short and sweet. could be set outside the canon, or between season 2 and season 3.

A/N: This is another repost - because I am trying to break up the Titans Blurb Collection. I still love this one just as much as when I first wrote it, because every time I watch Gar fight/spar, I go batshit. He is so hot while doing it. I am pretty sure that my next post is gonna be the sequel to Missing You (I hope so) - but I have so much stuff in my drafts that needs to get done lmao. Anyway, please enjoy, whether you are reading this for the first time or re-reading it.

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“Now is… now is so not the time for this!”

Gar’s declaration came out broken, thanks to his breath wavering with a gasp as your teeth nipped along his stomach. You were mouthing right on the hem of his jeans, knowing it was a place that he was the most sensitive. His muscles jumped and jolted under your touch, a sure sign that he was getting wound up, even if he was attempting to verbally deny you.

You definitely enjoyed the taste of his skin, especially seeing as a light sheen of sweat had gathered on him during the fight. It was a natural musk that you found absolutely delicious under your tongue, something so Gar that it almost hurt. If you had been in your bedroom at home with him, you would have been tempted to strip him down and lick every inch of him, practically give him a tongue bath and tease him for hours before finally letting him cum.

You loved to drink up the sounds he made when he was fully at your mercy, loved seeing his muscles quiver when he was desperate for release. You loved making him beg for you.

But he was right. Now was not the ideal time for this.

Police sirens rang in your ears and you heard the distant chatter of Kory’s voice as she talked to the cops and likely to some reporters as well. Dick was off somewhere avoiding the reporters, and Conner was helping a crew lift some heavy barrels of some toxic chemical to load them onto a truck and get them away from the scene.

Once the rest of the team had all the loose ends tied up, they would eventually come looking for you and Gar.

But for now, you were on your knees in front of Gar - and you had no plans of giving the position up just yet. You had him pinned against a concrete wall inside the winding warehouse that the Titans had just cleared out. It was secluded enough that you didn’t think you would get caught.

You just had to convince Gar of that.

“Tell me ‘no’.” You announced boldly to him, mostly for the fact that you knew that this would be very hard for him. “Say the word and I’ll wait til we get home.”

You looked up at Gar through your lashes, tempting him as best you could with a bite to your lip and a lustful glow in your eyes. You gave another sharp nip to his exposed skin, digging your teeth into the soft flesh with taut muscles underneath. He drew in a sharp breath at this - clearly you were heavily testing his patience.

You had his shirt raked halfway up his body and held there by your hand, because surprisingly, all of his clothes were still on. You crept your grip under the fabric and blindly felt around until you got your fingers on his nipple. You gave it a sharp tweak as you sucked a visible reddish mark beside his belly button.

“Y/N!” He yelped out your name at this unexpected burst of pleasure-pain, his body jolting under your touch. “Wait-”

His protests dissolved into a needy whine as you continued to roll his nipple between your fingers and tongue wetly along his skin.

His fists were curled tight at his sides, clearly trying to keep some semblance of self control. Obviously, he was using every ounce of willpower not to bend you over the nearest object (which appeared to be a large chemical drum that was an ingredient for the mass chemical weapon the Titans had just disturbed the plot of) - and fuck you senseless. But he wasn’t pushing you away. The temptation was just as big for him.

Especially if the thick bulge sitting under your chin was any indication.

He was just as enthralled by the idea of possibly getting caught. He was intensely turned on at the idea that you couldn’t wait to get him home.

“Someone is gonna come by-” He argued, his voice almost breathless.

“That’s not a ‘no’.” You replied, your voice a melodic taunt as you reached for his zipper.

Watching Gar fight always got you horny. It was a simple, but firm fact of life.

You did love the Tiger. It was something you found oddly cute where others considered it terrifying, and you loved to pet him and cuddle with him while he was in the Tiger form, given any opportunity to do so.

But you loved to watch Gar fight when he was his normal human self infinitely more.

Back when the two of you had started training at Titans Tower, you were quickly struck with the realization that Gar wasn’t adorable when he fought in his human form - he was downright filthy hot. The two of you almost never practiced sparring together, because if you did, you became far too distracted by the sight of him. You always left wet spots on your underwear and spent many minutes staring at him gape-mouthed as he moved with athleticism and increasing skill.

Seeing Gar Logan covered in sweat, seeing his muscles flex and stretch as he moved to defeat an enemy - in practice or with purpose - was always the highlight of your day.

And Gar knew this.

It’s probably why he had chosen no to utilize the Tiger for the mission that night. He would tell Dick it was because he wanted to put his fighting skills to good use. But in reality, he had wanted to turn you on. He had tempted you into this.

Gar took one last haste look around.

Of course, you had pulled him away to a somewhat secluded area. You weren’t that dumb. You weren’t in the direct eyeline of any of the other Titans, and you would definitely be finished by the time someone thought to come looking for you.

“Fuck it.” Gar sighed. “Go ahead.”

“Ask me nicely,” You dared to tease him further.

You began to pull down the zipper anyway, the metal teeth moving loudly and slowly as you looked up at him with a coy, almost bratty expression.

You had won. That’s all that mattered.

“Suck my cock.”

Gar replied, the words ripe and full of want on his tongue.

It was something that instantly made heat bloom between your thighs.

“Please.”

Then he added this on - almost sarcastically, with that entitled, witty little smile.

You could have devoured him whole.

Instead, you chose to suck his soul out through his dick until he was absolutely dizzy. You wanted to make him regret being so snarky.

You took the zipper down the rest of the way and popped the button on his jeans, knowing that his mighty cock would need the extra room to escape. As per usual, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, which only made things more convenient for you. His long, thick cock, hard and ready for you, was exposed to the chill of the air for a fraction of a second before you had him in your mouth. You sucked him halfway down with enthusiastic determination.

He let out a downright needy whine - something so utterly beautiful coming from him. The sound was unhinged, bouncing off the concrete walls as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes with pleasure. If he was worried about getting caught before, then he very quickly forgot about it.

Luckily, all the bustle of shifting off the criminals and quiet whoop of police sirens securing the scene easily drowned out any of his sounds for other ears. You were the only one able to hear his sweet little whines and desperate huffs as you fucked him with your mouth.

You were lucky to have your hands on his hips because it meant you were prepared for the motion of him bucking forward into your lips. And although he had enhanced strength from his powers, you were able to hold him back somewhat and keep him from choking you. You weren’t a stranger to choking on Gar’s cock, and it was something you equally loved.

But this time, you were going to be in control.

“Fuck, Y/N, your mouth is so fucking good,”

He jumped into lust-mumbling, something he often did when your mouth was on his cock. It wasn’t intentional dirty talk, so much as it was a hazy, lust drunk set of words that fell from his mouth without much thought to it. It was something about him that you found to be entirely endearing.

“God, you’re so perfect, oh! Your fucking tongue-”

You pulled back slightly and shoved your tongue into his slit. You licked up the precum that was freely leaking from him as you pumped the rest of his cock with your hand. His dick felt wonderful and thick and pulsed in your hand, and you took a glance upwards at him. His chest heaved from your efforts already and he looked so fucked out, his head leaned back against the concrete wall while his mouth was wide open in a beautiful, pornographic O.

“Fuck, I love it. I love the way you suck me off, lover. You’re so fucking good at this.” Gar continued, his breath stolen by you already.

You loved it, too.

You pressed your fingers to the base of his dick and held him steady for your mouth as you sunk down on him again. And then, with the time constraint in mind, you began bobbing your head, keeping a tight suction on your lips and flattening your tongue against him. You turned your mouth into a perfect, wet little place for his cock, sucking him off with vigor - eager to drink his cum.

“Ah!” Gar cried out, moving to buck his hips again.

With only one hand holding him down, he was successful this time. He inadvertently made you gag as the head of his dick poked at the back of your throat. It spurned tears from the corners of your eyes, but you loved it. He heard the gag and immediately felt guilty for his uncontrollable muscles, driven by his wild lust for you.

“Sorry, my love, I - oh, fuck!”

You simply doubled down and sucked harder on him. You hollowed your cheeks and intentionally let the head of his cock slip back into your throat, cutting off your air supply for a dizzying moment before you pulled yourself back.

That really got to him. The feeling of his ultra sensitive cockhead being completely surrounded by your tight, hot throat - that was what truly pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” He moaned, reaching out and taking a tight grip on the fabric at your shoulder, digging his fingers in there and holding onto you tight. “Cumming, oh fuck, oh Y/N, fu-”

He cut himself off with another moan, the words completely choked off in his throat as he delivered on that promise.

You had to put both your forearms firmly across his stomach to pin him against the wall with all your might to keep him from bruising your throat mindlessly with his hips as his orgasm rocked his body. You kept bobbing your head, lovingly drinking his cum down as it shot into your mouth in thick, hot spurts.

As you swallowed the last of it, you continued to vigorously suck around him - you were feeling a little bit spiteful that he had tried to deny you. It was a small, petty revenge. The action caused him to whine and shake from the overstimulation - one of your favorite sensations with him.

“You’re a menace.” Gar huffed out, now entirely breathless as you pulled off his softening cock and wiped your mouth.

“I’m your menace.” You easily corrected as you tucked him back into his pants.

When you found your way back to the others, Gar was still dizzy in his post-orgasm haze, leaning on you for support, and Dick questioned if the criminals you had arrested had drugged him with something. Oops.

#sundrop writes #gar logan #gar logan x reader #garfield logan x reader #garfield logan #gar logan x gender neutral reader #dc titans x reader #dc fanfiction #dc titans #dc titans x you #dc titans fanfiction #titans fanfiction #titans x reader #beast boy x reader

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consanguinitatum · 1 month

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And Now For Something Completely Different: I look for an early 1993 Michael Sheen project!

As everyone who reads me regularly knows, I'm a David Tennant researcher/archivist (it's what I do!) and write A Tennantcy To Act, a Substack about his career. But last night at an ungodly hour, a question from a MS fan on Twitter got me amped to find a missing Michael Sheen project...so that's what I did. My body might be pissed I stayed up til 2 am (I'm an OLD!) but my soul and spirit are cleansed. I found it! So if you're a Sheen fan, buckle up. Let's take a ride on the Sheen side (and oh yeah, I just learned Michael's mum has retweeted all my research. So there's that!) The question was about a 1993 episode of a 1991-1996 ITV series, narrated by Edward Woodward, called In Suspicious Circumstances. Michael's Wiki had the series listed, but no further info on the title of the episode Michael appeared in, nor any date but 1993. Last night this fan asked Michael himself if he could remember the name of the episode (as apparently it's a bit of a mystery for his fans). Michael couldn't recall. So I went on the hunt. Luckily a tiny clip of the episode was featured on Twitter, so I could use it as a reference. And boy did it end up to be important!

The smart researcher analyzes what they've got. We see men in mustaches, bowl hats and sack coats using wagons instead of cars, so 1890s? Early 1900s? Michael plays "William Wright" and looks like he's fixing a wagon wheel. He reads his bible, and has an accent. Keep these details in mind. They'll be important. Okay - some background on the series: In Suspicious Circumstances was an anthology series which re-enacted historical crimes. Beginning on 16 March 1993, it broadcast three one-hour episodes, each of which contained two thirty-minute stories. Okay, so that means there are nine possible mini-episodes Michael could've been in. But which one? Let's narrow them down! The series' first episode aired 16 March 1993. It was called "Laugh Baby Laugh" and was about Elvira Barney, acquitted of murdering her lover in 1932. The second mini-episode was called "Shadows of Doubt" and was about Robert Hoolhouse, a laborer hanged for murdering a farmer's wife in 1938. Here are some newspaper articles about this broadcast:

I felt pretty comfortable ruling these two out immediately - mostly because both crimes were set in the 1930s, and our clip tells us Michael's episode was way before then. Moving on! Now let's talk about the third episode, which aired 30 March 1993. (I'm deliberately skipping over the second episode because I think that's the one Michael's in. Back to that in a second.) Anyway...the two mini-episodes from the third episode were called "Falling Starr" and "Good as Gold", and were about two very different women found dead on beaches...one in 1931, the other in 1900. Here are a few newspaper articles about these episodes:

The 1931 one we could rule out. But the 1900? Hmmm, it's a possibility, sure, though the clip we have sure doesn't look like it's anywhere near a beach town with sand dunes like Great Yarmouth, right? So that also seems improbable. Now let's examine that second episode, which was broadcast 23 March 1993. The first of the two mini- episodes was entitled "Dancing With Death" and was about the 1960s Glaswegian serial killer known only as Bible John.

Um, the 1960s certainly doesn't sound like it fits the clip Michael's in, right? So what's the second mini-episode, then?

Well, it's set in Suffolk in 1902 and is about a murder of a servant girl in "a scandalous affair in a Suffolk village which may have led to murder." Sounds promising! The time period certainly seems like it would fit. But what is it called? After all, no one was sure what the episode was entitled, because if they had, they would've known which episode Michael was in.

It's called "Candle In The Window!" So now we have to switch gears here to find the final proof. There are two possibilities, time period-wise, so we have to go to the source to find out if we can determine which one is the right episode. And by that, I mean newspapers of the period. After all, In Suspicious Circumstances was a historical series about real-life crimes. So I started with the Suffolk one, which I thought the most likely.

Remember we talked about Michael's character's name, and how he was working on a wagon wheel? Well, here are a few articles printed at the time about the scandal, the murder, and the resulting trial. From the Hull Morning Telegraph and the Nottingham Evening Post, both 6 November 1902:

This is a LOT of text - and newspapers at the time loved to print drama and florid language and up the scandal (they didn't have television to satisfy that urge, I guess?) But here are the relevant parts.

Notice the name of one of the witnesses: William George Wright. And gee.....he's a wheelwright! Ya know, a maker and repairer of wagon wheels!

Bingo! The circumstances of this case, Michael's character's name and occupation, and the descriptions in newspaper blurbs about the 23 March 1993 broadcast of In Suspicious Circumstances all line up.

"Candle In The Window" is the episode Michael was in. I published this earlier today on Twitter and within an hour, industrious Sheenies collated all my work (with my blessing and permission!) and updated Michael's Wikipedia entry to include this new information. I'm just out here doing what I do - for the fandoms. I wish David-bloody-Time-Lord Tennant was this easy to find *harumph*! Anywaaaaaay...... Peace out!

#michael sheen #In Suspicious Circumstances #This was super fun to hunt down #Michael also isn't a Time Lord like David #HE is considerate and doesn't go around deleting entire years of references to his theatre and TV work!#Candle In The Window

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Comforting Times

Notes:

GN!reader

everyone is aged up

use of pet names (vague)

tramatic event with izana’s

mentions of blood in kazutora’s

lots of crying-

𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 “𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎” 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare up at you from your lap where his head rested.

Your bottom lip trembled before replying with a quiet “nothing.”

Though the lip would go unnoticed by most, mikey has a keen sense of observation and he noticed it almost immediately. He didn’t say anything, words had never done anything for him in the past, he instead weaved his arms around your waist and sat there, face smushed against your stomach as you began to shed tears.

They were quiet, still full of pain, but quiet. You had been known to be a crybaby, but these weren’t the normal pained cries; they were comforted.

“Mikey, y-you don’t have to do this. I..I’m just a crybaby.” you choked out, but his hug only tightened around you, showing you that he cared no matter if you were a crybaby or not.

He sat there with you, you bawling while he just hummed your favorite song, allowing you time to let it all out. He knew what pain was, he was in it everyday almost, but his heart ached even more to hear your sobs as you babbled about the hardships.

if it had to do with someone, they were delt with

𝓇𝓎𝓊𝑔𝓊𝒿𝒾 “𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃” 𝓀𝑒𝓃

A blank expression camped your face as you watched a movie with draken. There was no emotion, dispite this being a movie that was your favorite to cry during. He knew something was wrong with you, but how did he ask about it?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “baby?”

“Hmmm?” you hummed back as you sniffed, a stray tear falling as you side-eye him.

“S’mthin’ up at all or am I delusional?” he asks.

“Uhm.. no. I’m fine!” you played it off, laughing at your own stupidity as more tears began to fall.

“Woah woah hey, you alright?” he asks as he brings you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Come on, talk to me. Please?” he asks, not pushing the matter too much, but still wanting you to be free of your emotions and a little more open with your feelings as a whole with him.

“later.” you wail out as rivers flow from your eyes, silent sobs erupting from his chest as he leans down and leaves a peck on your forehead.

“alright then.” he says with a sad smile as he pauses the movie and rubs your back comfortingly.

𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔶𝔲

“Peke J, sweetie, I’m back!” he calls as he closes the door, slides off his shoes at the door, and walks towards the kitchen to set down the bags in his hand from the convenience store.

There he found you, leaned over the counter crying, a pool of salty tears below you with Peke J beside you laying against your shoulder.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?!” he yells as he quickly puts the bags on the opposite counter and rushes over to you. this poor boy

“M-My.. phone.. look at i-it” you babble out between sobs as he reads over the texts, baffled and angered at the things said.

“Hun, you know those aren’t true. You know I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Especially for me and Peke J, right?” he says with a laugh as he rubs the cat’s head, then pats yours with a smile.

“Come on, don’t let them get to your head. They don’t know you like I do. Plus I got (favorite food) when I saw it at the store, it would be a shame if it went to waste..” he says with a sly grin as you wipe your tears and begin to straighten yourself for the food he had gotten.

“It won’t go to waste!” you say, laughing with him as you both unbag all of the food.

𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔧𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

Shuji walks into the door, wiping some blood of another onto his dark suit to not worry you. It was early morning, around 12:35am, but you knew he had business and as long as he woke up next to you the next morning, that is all you could ask for.

He checked on the couch to see if you were there, then the kitchen, then the bed.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” he yells through the house, but it remained idle and eerily quiet.

“shit. did that stupid gang get to them? I’ll beat their asses until-”

You came up behind him, hugging him from behind as you both stood there quietly. The tears stained his expensive suit, but he didn’t care. He turned around and places his hand on your back, moving his right hand which read “sin” up to pet your hair as you both swayed back and forth.

“What happened love?” he asks softly, almost a whisper, when your sobs began to quiet down.

“O-on the way home.. a gang. Said they knew you. I-I didn’t know what to do but they chased me all the way home. Kisaki is in the other room c-‘cause he had to help me home after they hit me.” you babbled out as his grip tightened on you for a second, anger pooling in his stomach.

“Did you get a description on them? or anyone?” he asks with a smile as he continues to pet your head, kisaki emerging from the balcony with a sigh.

“You know as good as I do that it is never smart to ask someone about a tramatic time right after it happens” kisaki deadpans with a scowl as he came up to pat you on the back before walking past you both.

“Do anything to them and I will get the gang on you.” kisaki muttered under his breath as he walks out, making hanma break out into a shit-eating grin.

“of course I won’t, no flying fuck will ever hurt them. ♡”

𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞

(this one is more intense and longer bc.. plot 😃)

“Ran, I swear to god. Put down your baton and stop beating that guy up. He’s already finished, stop beating a dead horse and come on before we get caught.” Izana yelled as Ran sighs and folds his baton up, shoving it in his pocket before jogging to join the gang to look at the aftermath.

“Theres a few still up. Who are they fighting though? Never seen them before..” Rindou thinks out loud as he taps his heels against the cargo container as Izana reverts his attention to the fight.

There were two men ganged up on you, and you had the upper hand as they had already been beaten by others, but you could only fight for so long before even the best could tire out.

“Leave me alone! I just want to talk to him!” you yell as you get knocked down, your back faced to Izana’s gang as the two men inched up on you.

“You interviened with our fight, let our opponent get away, and you want to get away? Not happening sweetheart.” the men said as one of them grabbed you by the neck, lifting you up above their heads to where you were dangling at their mercy. Tears started to fall as your hands battled their strong ones, but their grip only tightened around your neck.

“is that (y/n)?” Rindou asks, but Izana had already jumped down and was running full force towards the two men, Ran right behind him to take out the other one with his baton.

“LET THEM GO!” Izana yelled as he landed a punch deadset on the man’s temple, knocking you out of his grip as you fell down and held your throat, gasping for sweet air you had been without.

You curled up as you listened to Izana and Ran beat up the two men, groans filling the air as they were beaten with the baton. Something was feral about the two, maybe because of what the other gang had done to you, but they cared about you a lot.

“(y/n)? c’mon, lets go. You don’t need to see this.” Ran said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. As you looked up, you could see Izana perched over the man that had held you, bashing his face in even more than it had been before. mikey stan??

Later on he arrived home, later than both of you would have liked, but he arrived in one piece and with the strength you had felt from those two from your small brawl, you were overjoyed he was home.

“Hey.” he said simply as he put his shoes up and sat next to you on the couch, tilting your head up to examine your neck for marks or bruising so far.

“I’m fine now. I was just.. coming to see you. And when I saw you guys, I didn’t see them. I just.. wanted to see you. Not get you into a fight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I’m so stupid.” you ramble about as you tucked your head into your hands, ashamed of yourself more than anything along the lines of being sad or hurt.

“Oh come on, we both know you aren’t stupid. I’m stupid, I should have quit the gang when I became involved with you. I knew it would catch up to us. If any of them ever come after you again, I’ll bash their heads in-”

“Izana.”

“Sorry sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt because of me and my dealings. But if they touch you again-”

“Izana!”

𝔨𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔶𝔞

After mikey had beaten him up, he stumbled home by himself, hurt both physically and emocionally by the audacity and the emotionless beat from mikey.

As soon as he walked in, you went from your normal hug to rushing to get the medical kit for him. You were beyond worried, to the point you were scared of his besten state.

“Kazutora! What happened?!” you exclaim as he sits down on the couch, blood dripping from his nose onto his already stained pants.

“Mikey. He uh.. well we got in a fight.” he says after a while of being silent, which was due to the excruciating pain from the alcohol seeping into his skin as you cleaned up his face and body.

“I can tell that you idiot!” you exclaim as small tears form. There was no reason you were crying, but seeing him, well, anyone, like this was heartbreaking for you, especially when they were so special like he was to you.

“Woah, why are you crying? I should be more than you.” he questions as you rest your head on his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

“You’re just.. you don’t care that you’re like this. Doesn’t it hurt? To be like this? Bleeding and stumbling home?” you mumble as tears paint streaks down his shirt sleeve.

“Well yeah, of course it hurts,” he deadpans “but at least you’re the one bandaging me up instead of the medic at juvy. And even if I might not express it, I appreciate your hugs when I get home and I haven’t gotten mine yet.” he says with a dry laugh.

𝔟𝔞𝔧𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔢

“What the hell happened?!” baji yells as he bursts into the bedroom, startling chifuyu and only making you cry harder than you had been.

“They uh..” chifuyu cleared his throat awkwardly “got a taste of a gang.”

Baji walked infront of you to get the full view of your temple with an ice pack on it while there were cuts and bruises littered on your skin throughout the rest of your body.

“The hell? Which gang chifuyu?” baji asks as he kneels down to place his hands on your knees in a sort of way to comfort your pain away.

“Valhalla. Met hanma, and you know how sadistic he is with people.” chifuyu says as he puts away his things into his bag and wraps up the first aid kit.

“Fucking hell. Thanks for bandaging them up for me, chifuyu. I’ll stop by your shop later.” baji says as he ducks his head, laying there on your thighs to ponder all the things he could do to Hanma.

“baji.. just don’t kill him, okay?” you say weakly with a strained smile as he sighs and smiles himself

“No promises, love.”

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔶𝔞

Mitsuya was expecting you to be at a party, but when his little sisters said you were in your shared room asleep, he couldn’t help but worry why.

“When did they get home?” he asks the girls.

Luna and Mana glanced at each other before shrugging and saying “dunno an hour ago?”

He sighed and went to his studio, placing down the bag of supplies there before walking to your room.

Opening the door, and there you were asleep, the outfit he had made for you laying on the floor ripped and stained with red. Your breaths were shallow, deep in slumber as he examined the outfit and then your sleeping figure.

“What trouble did you get into..?” he asks himself as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.

“I didn’t, they found me.” you replied groggily, taking mitsuya by surprise.

“Who exactly is ‘they’?” he asks as he looks back at the apparel on the floor next to the bed.

“mmm… what was the name..? said they were.. Moebius.” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Moebius? We delt with them a long time ago..” mitsuya says to himself as he looks back to you.

“Did they hurt you? What is the red?” he asks, motioning to the outfit’s evident coloring.

“No, they didn’t hurt me, just threw wine bottles at me. You can see one of them hit me in the gut.”

“I can tell. They won’t hurt you again, okay? Not on my watch they won’t. I’ll go after them a second time myself if I have to.”

𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞

“Hanma leave me alone. I’m going in here, I didn’t invite you. Why did you even walk me home?” he asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Well, I’m your assistant. It’s nice talking with you on the way home ♡”

“You know I’m fine without that so called ‘assistant’ to walk home, right?” kisaki deadpans.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt. Better to have protection.” hanma says with a grin as he towers over kisaki at the doorway.

”Disgusting.” kisaki says before slamming the door in hanma’s face, rubbing his temple as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“What is wrong with him..?” kisaki mutters to himself as he takes his glasses off and sets them on the counter before heading to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

“How was work?” you ask, scaring the shit out of him as he meets eyes with you through the mirror.

“You saw me and hanma, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Kisa, is he more than you claim him to be as?” you ask with a quiver to your lip.

A long silence hangs in the air before a sigh is heard

“Why would I ever date that stupid giant, (y/n?)”

“Well he is always around, and not to be rude, but he loves up on you like he is personal with you. You barely allow me to be that close, and your assistant is up on you?” you exclaim, shocking kisaki with the sudden emotion eruption from you.

“I allow you be that close-”

“No you don’t, Kisaki.”

Now that was messed up. Kisaki? You hadn’t ever called him his real name since you started dating him a few years back.

“Just.. I don’t care anymore. Why can’t I do the things he does..? Hug you, pratically cuddle you, lean on your shoulder?” you ask quietly as your lip quivers even more. You held back tears, barely, but you did. You didn’t want him to see how jealous you were over a simple interaction, but it got to you.

His eyebrow arches somehow more than the mountains they already are as he turns to you fully as he wipes his hands off with a towel.

“You’ve been allowed to do that all this time, what made you think you couldn’t?”

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Hi! I kinda didn’t know what to do for a few tbh, but I powered through and got.. this? Should I make a part two??

Talk to me if you have a request! <3

(and yes, the dividers for each character are mine.)

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

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lapetitebabydoll · 1 month

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Dear diary₊˚⊹♡

I'm back heheh, it's been awhile but I'm back now, I'm not onaj be online as much as I used to be but imma try to be online. I've missed u guys so much hehe, also imma try to respond to all the ask and mentions I've gotten when I was gone thanks for including me even when I was gone lol.

Little update on my life I tried out for the cheer team and I made it yaya, so next year in the winter I'll be doing basketball cheer I was gonna do football also but I wanna stay in golf because I love it so much and I would miss it, also imma do speech and debate and French club next year they both offer great scholarships plus my friends are gonna be in it too, not to mention we get a lot of field trips. Speaking of field trips I went on one recently with my friends and my crush it was amazing I had the best time I spent most of the day with him tbh. Hmmm what else... My French has improved a lot lately and I made alot more friends hehe I love freshman year tbh everyone said it was horrible and stuff and whe I entered highschool I was scared but Im having an amazing time, making new friends, expanding my horizons, trying new things, and overall maturing and becoming my best self! and omg have u guys heard the new ari album it's amazing I'm obsessed, I've been a huge fan since like victorious lol and this is by far her best album. My fav used to be positions but now eternal sunshine is on top for me!!

Also as u guys probably remember I really wanted to be a labour a delivery nurse when I'm older but I just finished re reading it ends with us and I wanna be a florist again or a fashion designer I still might wanna be a labour and delivery nurse but idk we'll see. Imma get a job soon I'm looking for a job at a flower shop!!

Your truly azaiyah

#pink #coquette #it girl #sweet #girlblogger #pinterest girl #coquette dollete #back!!

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ssahotchnerr · 1 month

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Aaron x writer!reader and creative!reader + HCs

All photo credits at the end.

Hi sweetheart!

This is re-the anon who said you were a bad writer. First off, anon, you can always just leave and not comment - think about that. I just know if Aaron was dating a writer (of any kind) he would want to read every little word you wrote. He'd blurt out an idea and then be like, "hmmm. that's not very good," but it's brilliant and sweet. He is just your BIGGEST supporter! He'd get you coffee and watch you write in bed. He'd leave you alone and work as a copy editor. He'd just be so happy to be with you and love you.

Now, back to anon. I know you're probably not reading this. But let me just say that writing isn't easy. It takes time and effort both physically and emotionally. It's something you have to work at. Not everyone's writing is for everyone, but that doesn't mean you have to leave mean comments on my friend's work. My friend who is a fantastic and prolific writer by the way.

Katie, I'm sorry that person said that to you. They wanted a reaction and you didn't give it. I love the way you write and I'm thankful to be inspired by you so often! Thank you so much for being you! Love Levi - 🤍

Text Break Banner by @cafekitsune

Photo Credits

Top: Left (@wondrousnovels) Center (@lachouettevole) Right (google)

Middle: Left (@joytri) Center (@ropoto) Right (@kaleb-is-definitely-sane)

Bottom: Left (@academia-lucife) Center (@heather--moors) Right (@joytri)

levi <33333 i don't even know what to say AW that collage and hcs are both so beautiful 😭😭 you're so right, aaron would be the BIGGEST supporter catch me sobbinggggggg 💞💓💞💓😭😭😭😭

and thank you my sweet!!! you're absolutely wonderful and you completely lifted my spirits - it's people like you who keep me motivated when it comes to writing/and especially when i get those hateful comments 🥺😭 thank you for always being there for me 🥹💓 i love you tons <3333

#katie’s inbox #aaron hotchner

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twopoppies · 4 months

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this might not be easy to find but I'm looking for a deleted fic which name I don't remember. I'm still hoping someone has downloaded it and knows which fic I'm talking about because I loved to read it. It's enemies to lovers and harry and louis live in the same housing complex. they meet in the washing room and immediately don't like each other because harry takes louis' unwashed clothes out of the washing mashine to put his own clothes inside. they fight a lot and have hate sex. and harry repairs something in louis' flat if I remember correctly

Hmmm. The only one I remember where they met that way is Laundry Room by beautlouis. It’s been re-titled for some reason:

rinse cycle (E, 10K)

The third Wednesday of the new year, Louis finds himself in the laundry room, just as he was the last Wednesday and the one before that. He’s doing pretty well with his New Year’s resolution. The only problem so far is the company he finds in the laundry room. It seems that it’s just him and one other boy who’ve chosen late Wednesday nights as prime laundry-doing time. That wouldn’t be a problem except for who the other boy is.

He’s seen this boy around; it’s hard to miss the long-legged, long-haired dream that lives in Louis’ complex. He likes to wear very sheer shirts and very high boots; he is incredibly fucking gorgeous and yeah, Louis’ noticed him but he’s never spoken to him. Until tonight, apparently.

[Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry.]

But maybe someone else has other suggestions

#lost and found

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littledollll · 1 year

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🕊️🕊️

More stalking cause I’m quite an emotional wreck today so me and emery are re reading your fics

Another prompt~ r having anxiety and needing luci to come make them feel better. (Self indulgent fic I’m really struggling today )~ very tired shy anon🕊️

#shy anon

Where’s my angel?

(Little angel universe, side fic)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

A/n: ya boy has a 3 hour car ride back home and I fell asleep 4 times writing this, If you see random spams of “jjjjjjjjjj” it’ll be gone tomorrow I’m taking a nap now.

To answer your question: I was in a server where the term “little one” was sooo overused and it tired me out when it was used on me so I figured it maybe did the same to other tinys (I was right) + It was just a special term for me and my tiny ones so it was a little different form the usual and “exclusive” to us:)

I can’t think of any warnings but then again I can’t rly think of anything right now so scream at me in the comments if I should add any.

Requested prompts: selective mute, anxiety and emery

Officially taking duty as hells messenger was your choice, you just wanted to feel useful though Lucifer reminded you time and time again that just your company and love was more than enough, even mazikeen agreed claiming that since you came around everything’s been a lot smoother, happy Lucifer means an (ironically) happy hell. Yet you wanted to do more than just- exist.

So when you insisted to take some role to help around Lucifer assigned you as a messenger, really all you had to do was (as the name suggests) bring and deliver messages across realms, it wasn’t that difficult most of the time. But then came days like this. You woke up small, you didn’t really know why but admittedly you didn’t always need a reason. The problem wasn’t that you slipped, it was the time you did.

You panicked, you had work to do but you couldn’t leave like this.

The more you submerged yourself in your panicked thoughts the less you could actually think, you were already small and your anxiety was making you slip further. You couldn’t even panic anymore, everything just left you. That tingling feeling that ran through your spine making you shrink from inside out. It was enough of an indication that there was no chance you’d slip out, and when you noticed you were alone you felt like crying, you cuddled up to Emery and October, October being the new addition to your piles of stuffies, a gift from Lucifer.

Nuzzling your face into the soft fur, you considered running around the kingdom until you found your Luci, but your anxiety was stronger, convincing you you’ve already used up enough of their time, they have a whole realm to run, you could handle one day alone like you had before. You hid under your mountains of blankets with embery and October, curling up and opting to just sleep the time away.

Lucifer of course noticed your absence, you’d usually be excited to get up and start working, they found your search for a mission unnecessary, but it made you happy, how could they take that away? They went to your little room, guessing that if you wished to be alone you’d be there, yet you weren’t, they made their way to your shared room. “Am I crazy or did the amount of blankets here double?” They asked into the air when they spotted your silhouette under the blankets.

You giggled thinking you were so sneaky and they obviously couldn’t hear you. “Greetings mr. silhouette, im looking for a little angel, very very tiny, I swore I heard an adorable giggle around this area, have you seen them?” They waited a beat and you held your breath so they wouldn’t spot you. “Huh, I guess mr silhouette doesn’t speak. Hmmm. Let’s see.. I checked under the bed, in the closet and behind the furniture, where could my little dove possibly be!” You giggled again, putting your finger over your mouth and very (not) discreetly said “shhhh” to both October and Emery.

“There it is again! I know it’s you tiny, and I’ll find you! If you don’t show yourself this instant I will tickle you for all eternity when I do!” You gasped. Quickly scrambling to pull the mess of blankets and peeking your eyes out while you held the covers over the rest of your face. “No way you’ve been there this whole time” you quickly nodded. “Lies! No way, I don’t believe it.” You pulled Your stuffies up from under the blanket as proof.

They glared at your stuffies and looked back at you. “They are such traitors” you shook your head pointing at them. “Oh only to me? I see how it is.” They moved over to the bed pulling the three of you into their arms. Immediately you relaxed into their hold. “What happened today, little dove? You didn’t tell me you slipped.” “didn wan bother..” Lucifer placed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You could never. You know how much I love you and your company , tiny one.”

#cg! sandman lucifer #sandman agere #shy anon love page #🕊️ anon #gwendoline christie #the sandman #lucifer sandman #sandman lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar the sandman #Little angel (Lucifer x little!reader)

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 2: Devious

Also with Corinthian x f!Reader

Masterlist - Playlist

Everyone, please welcome your favourite charismatic miscreant, The Corinthian. Wonder what's in store for him and the Reader? Read on, fellow dreamers.

I wake up well rested. After the conversation with Dream in the library, I just wandered off into Fiddler's Green and lay down on the grass. There wasn't much work to be done in that moment, so I just thought it would be nice to reconnect with an old friend.

For reasons which are probably all too clear, Gilbert may be one of my favourite places to roam in the Dreaming. And I vaguely remember already unwittingly wandering there, years before I even met Gilbert. He once said that I look quite familiar, and this was in our second meeting, so I just jokingly breathed out, "Well, I'm glad I have a face you wouldn't see fit to forget."

Of course, once I moved back to London from living with Gilbert and Rose, I admit I had to find my footing once more. I had to re-enroll at UCL and come across some familiar faces I'd rather would not have encountered again. Uni was both a refuge and a bother, in my experience. But of to course, getting accepted into my BA in Classics was almost a miracle, considering my high school record back in America. This opportunity seemed the only avenue for which I would be able to develop my passion in the Latin language and its texts, but the people were.... meh, to say the least.

Now back in London, living in a humble little studio in Walthamstow, and struggling to piece through my thesis, I have to admit I miss waking up in the morning to Hal practicing their dramatic numbers in the living room, Barbie and Ken having a constant lovers' spat in the room next to me, and so on..

I plant my feet on the floor, and stretch. I stand, and it takes me about 10 steps to reach the modest, little coffee machine in my kitchen. I get it started, and wait.

My mind drifts to what Morpheus said the night before... "You are important to me."

Hmmm... something tingles up my spine - a feeling of warmth, excitement. At the very least, now I know that the attraction may not be one-sided after all.

Silly girl, my thoughts barge in, you mistake interest for genuine connection.

I am pushed out of my thoughts by the ring from the intercom. Who could it possibly be at this Godforsaken hour?

"Yes?" I press the button.

"Why, hello, darling..." a familiar voice drawls.

"Cor?!" I hear myself squeak. Damn, I really do need that coffee.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, but I have a feeling I am eager to see him, no matter the reason. Well. Shows you how messed up I am.

The Corinthian and I first crossed paths nearly 2 years ago, before I was even fully accepted into the fold in the Dreaming. Gil, Rose and I had driven to some hotel after receiving an anonymous call about her brother Jed. Looking back, it's understandable why I sensed something was wrong when we arrived.

They were having some sort of 'Cereal Convention', regardless of the fact that there was nothing even remotely related to cereal in sight. I had a hard time describing it at the time but the people made me feel queasy, especially the guy in the check-in booth with the name tag, Fun Land. Even Gil looked shaken after walking off for a few minutes, and he had managed to catch me in the lobby before leaving and stammered, "Be very careful, and look out for Jed and Rose!"

Minutes later, I bumped into a tall man with dirty-golden hair, and I was so amped up with adrenaline that I cried out, "Fuck!".

"Well, excuse me." he laughed, "That was my bad, I guess."

"Sorry," I felt embarrassed, straightened up and got a good look at him, "Nice glasses." I remarked.

"Ah, well that's nice of you to say." He leaned back, as if assessing me, "You're... different."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's a beautiful girl like you doing... here, of all places?" He spoke as if he had never lacked confidence a day in his life.

"It's a Cereal Convention, isn't it? Maybe I like cereal." I nervously said and thought, What a flirt.

He looked down at the name tag I was wearing, which Rose had managed to nab from the Welcome desk.

"The Siren, huh? As fitting as that sounds, I have a feeling you don't belong here. So maybe you should leave before it gets..."

"There you are!" He was interrupted by a wiry woman in a tailored suit, with a shorter, tense-looking man, "We have to introduce you to some people."

"Be right there." He politely said.

He glanced back at me once more, and it seemed as if he had more to say, but held it in.

"Good day, ma'am," He tilted his head, "Take care of yourself."

Weird...and strangely well-spoken, I had thought. The tone of his voice was almost akin to being melodic, reeling you in.

I would come to understand much later why he had warned me to leave. Jed, Rose and I found ourselves chased by Fun Land down a hallway. He had us trapped in a corner, but I had become so livid, thinking of what he could have done to Jed, what he had done to so many other kids...

I let out an agitated scream, and felt a rush of energy emanate from me. The lights flickered wildly, and he was flung a few feet backwards, hitting a wall with a crack.

Shit, I thought, I had done it again.

The Corinthian strode in from the end of the hallway, as if he had been there all this time.

"I thought I told you to leave." He said to me, as if almost annoyed.

"Oh well," He shrugged, and grinned maniacally, "The more, the merrier."

Of course, this was all before he had to be eliminated by Morpheus, and later reincarnated to be more loyal and subdued, and less... well... homicidal.

He returned to doing his duties in the Dreaming, where we crossed paths once more.

"It's you." He said, as if he wasn't surprised at all of my presence. Or of how I was able to move and do as I please in Morpheus' kingdom.

I had walked in the central hall, ready to report on the affairs of several dreamers that I was tasked to handle for that time.

"I knew she was special," he directed to Morpheus and Lucienne, "and now here she is."

He had looked highly amused. Morpheus looked back and forth between myself and The Corinthian, and it's safe to say he did not share his amusement.

We managed to see each other time and again in the Dreaming, and we've become quite familiar that I now see him as a... friend, of sorts. I was initially cautious around him, reckoning with all the things that he'd done, but I've come to know of who he is, made anew. In some ways, perhaps this was how The Corinthian was meant to be all along. He retained his calculated brand of deviousness, which seeped in ways such as in the musings that he would share with me. But I can see where he's coming from. I understand him, I think. Besides, I can't claim to being a complete saint myself.

I've also grown to calling him Cor instead of his official-sounding moniker.

"I just feel like I'm addressing a Bible verse sometimes." I grumbled once, to which he let out a guffaw. Don't get me wrong, I do like his name just as it is, but I liked the fact that only I called him by something else. It feels more...intimate.

Strangely, I barely saw him in the past few months, both in the Dreaming and the Waking World. I tried searching for him, when I was sifting through the Dreaming, but I couldn't.

I once came back to the library to find His Great Lordship sat there in all his solemn glory. He really looks like he needs Aspirin and some sunlight sometimes, that anthropomorphic personification. And perhaps a hug. Or two.

"You should stop trying to find him," he said, "He's occupied. And besides, considering his track record, he may not be the best companion for you."

"You made him," I pointed out, "and he's better now. You made him better."

He stared at me long and hard. "Nevertheless..."

He went back to what he was reading, and I walked off to find a volume that I needed. Why was he being so dismissive?

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"Are you going to let me in, or should I just manifest myself in your room?" Cor's voice echoes through the intercom. I manage to collect my thoughts, and press the opening buzzer.

Half a minute later, I open the door.

"Hey there, trouble." He leans on the doorframe.

"Trouble yourself." I go in for a hug. It's been a while.

He laughs warmly. "I can see that trouble missed her favourite Nightmare."

He walks into my flat, and takes everything in.

"Cozy." He comments.

"Don't say a word," I point at him, "It's... nice."

"Hey, I never said it wasn't." He puts his hands up, and sits down on my bed.

"What are you doing in the Waking World anyway? Morpheus know you're here?" I walk to the kitchen and finally fix myself a cup coffee.

"Well, I was looking for you, actually." he responds, "And no, I think Lord Morpheus may be dealing with something else at the moment."

"Oh?" I sit next to him.

"What do you say we go on a trip?" he proposes, nudging me with an elbow, "I actually have something I have to do in the Waking World. Loose ends to tie up and all that."

"I'm listening..." I mumble, taking a sip of coffee.

"It'll be fun." He declares excitedly.

"You know that really doesn't tell me anything, Cor," I complain, "I haven't seen you for months and now you want to go on some roadtrip?"

"Precisely." He says, not missing a beat. As if his plan was completely ordinary.

I think to my work, my unfinished thesis. I glance around at the state of disarray of my tiny home, which bothers me. And what about the mission I have to undertake with Morpheus?

Well, I suppose my thesis can wait. Who knows? Maybe getting some fresh air may be just what I need to find the right words to put to the page.

As for Morpheus... I'll see him in my dreams.

"Fine." I give in.

"Perfect." Cor smiles widely, and I found myself having missed this sight.

"But first...." I demand, "You help me clean up." I gesture around with one hand.

He breathes out, and after a pause, strides to the closet where I keep the cleaning supplies. He pulls out the vacuum, and I giggle at the whole picture.

"Stop it." He says firmly, feigning annoyance.

"You're actually doing this?" I ask, incredulous.

"Well, this might ruin my fuckin' suit. But... anything for you, trouble."

End of Chapter 2.

All right, that was quite heavy on the Corinthian x reader side but his character is just sooo. . delicious.

The dynamic of Dream x reader x Corinthian will be shown in the next one!

Also, this was barely proofread so I may make some tweaks later if needed.

How do you guys like The Corinthian? Would you like more of him? Or shall the focus be on Dream?

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atopvisenyashill · 14 hours

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GRRM didn't raise the point that yes one bastard boy's life does matter when weighed against a kingdom to turn around and justify killing your wife to save the world lol. Azor Ahai is not a positive figure, I will die on this hill.

Not only that but both of these stories are brought in through THE SAME CHARACTER’S POV. it is emphatically a GOOD AND MORAL THING that davos risks his neck to save edric storm, it gets him the job as hand, its his crowning glory moment, and it comes from the exact same character who listens to the azor ahai story and goes “hmmm sounds kinda fucked up, pass” and while davos’ own view of morality (similar to ned, another “no we shouldn’t be putting hits out on literal children” person, a stance kinda rare here!!) is really skewed by his rose colored goggles re: stannis, the fact that he takes this stance against stannis because he feels so strongly speaks volumes.

but when davos is looking right at us and stage whispering “this is a secret tool we’re going to use later in the story” everyone suddenly can’t read aksjdj

#asks #anons

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sundrop-writes · 4 months

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Not A Good Time

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary:

You witness Gar using his fighting skills while on a mission, and you can’t wait to get home to show him just how turned on you are by him. (You give him a blowjob in a not-so-secluded alleyway.)

Gar Logan x Gender Neutral Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Set during early Season 3.

Word Count: 2,000

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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (with a risk of getting caught), slightly dubious consent/coercion (see the above explanation for details), Gar gets a blowjob, the reader swallows Gar’s cum, switch!Gar, the reader is more dominant in this, fuck-drunk Gar, the reader is completely gender neutral/there are no specifics mentions of genitals for the reader, nipple play (Gar receiving), Gar calls reader ‘my love’ and ‘lover’ (cause that is my new obsession), dirty talk (kind of), slight scent kink/sweat kink, mentions of choking/gagging on a dick and slight breath restriction because of it. Hmmm I think that’s it? this is short and sweet. could be set outside the canon, or between season 2 and season 3.

A/N: This is another repost - because I am trying to break up the Titans Blurb Collection. Because I am trying to make sure I have everything transferred over from my old DC Titans Masterlist so I can delete the link to it lmao. I still love this one just as much as when I first wrote it, because every time I watch Gar fight/spar, I go batshit. He is so hot while doing it. Anyway, please enjoy, whether you are reading this for the first time or re-reading it.