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deadtired-highkeyenergetic · 18 days

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Hugs

About time I finished this WIP that randomly appeared in my head. I've just finished defeating Cazador and mannnnnn I really really want to hug Astarion and never let him go.

Summary: Astarion learns to hug you.

“Can’t get enough of me, darling?” Astarion purrs into your ear, sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer. He leans in, pressing a kiss to the tip of your ear before letting his lips trail downwards, sending a shiver up your spine but you push him away, placing a hand on his chest.

“We don’t need to do this.” You shake your head, “I just want you, not your body, not your services.”

He feels his heart jump into his throat, anxiety gnawing at him but he smiles outwardly anyways, as practiced. “Which part of me exactly do you want?”

“All of you,” you breathe. He blinks, surprised as you intertwine your fingers with his, a thumb gently brushing over his smooth skin. The warmth sends tingles from his arm to his body, a fuzzy feeling blooming in his chest that fills him with uncertainty.

Is this genuine love? Is this how love is supposed to feel like?

Why would you want all of him?

He cannot understand why you would want the monsterous side of him, the side that craves blood, the side that is spoken in hushed whispers, woven into stories parents tell their children to scare them into bed. He hides his fangs whenever he smiles, afraid that your gaze will be drawn to them and that they will be all you ever see of him but you never seem to be scared of them, always open to him sinking them into your soft neck so that he can drink the ambrosia that is your blood.

You place an arm around his waist, noticing that distant look in his eyes and press your chest against his, hoping the sensation will bring him back from whatever abyss he’s fallen into and his head snaps up, ruby eyes locking with yours with a look you’ve never seen in them before. You feel his hand tremble as he tentatively rests it on your back and he inhales sharply.

“If you’re not comfortable we can stop,” you murmur. “I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

“You’re…not, darling. It’s just…” He swallows. “It’s nothing.”

You narrow your eyes. If all this time spent with him has taught you something, is that every time he says ‘it’s nothing’ it’s always something.

“Astarion, you can tell me anything, but take all the time you need, alright?”

His lips quirk up for a split second, instinctively sending you a reassuring smile but the smile quickly fades, replaced by a sorrowful look. He gazes at the ground, suppressing the urge to just melt into you. You deserve someone better than him, someone who could love you properly, who understood what love truly meant and didn’t feel disgust rising every time they placed a hand on your skin because of their past. No matter how much he loves you, he’s not the best one for you.

You reach out to him, a hand gently touching his cheek but he pulls away with a snarl, fangs bared and you quickly stumble backwards, surprised at his hostility. His eyes widen when he realises what he’s done and guilt devours him even further. Your touch feels tainted, even if it lacks the usual lust and desire behind it, but that is no reason to hurt you. He forces himself to reach for your hand, muttering a quiet apology as practiced and rests it on his cheek, willing his body to remain still like always.

Doing this should be easy, he’s been doing this for centuries, so why does it feel so difficult now?

You look at him with concern, an emotion usually devoid in the eyes of those who touch him and pull your hand away of your own accord.

“I’m sorry.”

Why were you apologising? He was the one in the wrong, he was the one who had broken the moment, he was the reason the night had turned from one of tranquility to one of tension.

“There’s no need to apologise, love. Shall we continue?” He leans in once more despite the sickening smell that your scent has transformed into. “You’re just that intoxicating.”

Still, you push him away, noticing how he’s zoning out each time he moves closer to you. Worry creases your eyebrows and you take a step back, moving just out of his reach.

“Did I overstep any boundaries?” You ask. “I’m sorry if I did.”

“You didn’t, darling.” He shakes his head. “You’re far too perfect to make such mistakes.”

Far too perfect for him.

“Astarion,” you realise what’s plaguing him. “No matter how long it takes, I will always be by your side. You are my star, my entire world, no one else can possibly replace you or be better than you.”

“I shouldn’t be,” he mumbles. “I only add to your burdens.”

“Well, it’s only fair that you do that since I do the same to you.”

“No you don’t!” Astarion snaps. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself!”

He glares at you, fists clenched, his clawed fingertips digging into his palms. You raise your hands in surrender, slowly stepping away from the riled up vampire spawn upon whom realisation has dawned. He inwardly curls up even more, despising himself for taking out his anger on you and yet no matter what he does, you refuse to leave. You’re still standing there, a safe distance away but within his line of sight with no intention of leaving him. He cannot wrap his mind around why you would do such a thing, why you wouldn’t leave someone as unstable and unloveable as him, but a small part of him is grateful for that, he can’t bear to watch you leave.

“Sorry.” He chokes out, the word leaving a foreign feeling in his mouth. “I —”

“It’s alright, apology accepted.” You smile. “We should return to camp, the others must be wondering what is taking us so long.”

Astarion shifts from one leg to another, scratching the back of his neck, “wait, darling, please.”

You pause, turning around to look at him, “yes, Astarion?”

“I…” He starts. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. Everything feels tainted, touching you feels disgusting, being so close to you feels nauseating, but it’s not your fault. It has nothing to do with you, I promise, it’s —”

“I know. You don’t have to say it out loud if you don’t want to. I’m sorry I can’t erase the past, but I want to help you forge new associations with touch.” You raise a hand, palm facing him. He does the same, shakily moving his palm closer to yours but encouraged by your smile, he presses your palms together. He swallows the bile rising to his throat and looks to you, waiting for you to make the next move. You take a step closer and he does the same, although his step is filled with much more uncertainty. You give him an encouraging nod and take another step. This time, his step is more certain, made with the signature confidence you know and love.

After a third step, the both of you are close enough that your nose fills with the scent of bergamot, rosemary and a hint of rosemary, overlaying Astarion’s real undead scent. You cautiously put an arm around his waist and when he doesn’t flinch, you grow bolder, removing your hand from his and putting the other arm around his waist.

He freezes, but the action raises no memories he’d rather keep locked away so he tries to keep himself grounded, to feel the soothing warmth of your arms around him that mean him no harm. He locks eyes with you and your gaze washes all the fear away, stirring something within him. He wouldn’t have dared do this before, but tonight you’ve given him more than enough courage to attempt this.

Astarion steels himself, and then puts his own arms around you. His undead heart thunders in his chest, fear consuming his mind. What if you pull away? What if you hate his cold touch? What if —

You lean into his embrace, silencing all his fears and nuzzle into his chest. He lets out a breath he never realised he was holding and buries his face into your shoulder, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Your embrace is vastly different from the previous embraces he’s had, all you want out of it is a display of love and care, you don’t want his body, you don’t want what he can offer, you don’t want anything in return.

As he continues to hold onto you, never wanting to let go, he lets a hand wander up your back, finding a better position to pull you closer and you hum in response, happily burrowing deeper into his arms.

“I like this, you know,” he whispers. “Whatever it is that we have, I don’t want it to end.”

“I feel the same way,” you whisper back, breathing in his scent. “Let’s stay here like this, the others can survive on their own for a little while longer.”

“I’m sure they can, my love.”

Hugging has definitely made its way to the top of his list of favourite things to do with you, Astarion thinks, listening to your happy hums as you soak in his embrace. He should do this more often.

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samodivaa · 11 months

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Deny the truth,set my world on fire (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Winter Soldier x Reader)

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Part 2⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ Part 3 ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* Part 4⋆*･ﾟ:⋆* He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Warnings - heavy angst, betrayal, smut, non consensual, dom!Soldat. rough!Soldat Words - 2000

Bucky was already waiting on the couch, tormented by the decision he has made – to confront her. Y/n enters their shared apartment, carelessly smiling at him. She seemed so generous about her love – a constant presence and support since the fight on the airport years ago. Grace and patience and consideration is what she made him master once again, these little qualities are in his control, thanks to her kind soul. Y/n helped him forgive himself and he chose to return love and compassion, chose to fight his past. Wakanda was their secret - beautiful and peaceful. Her heart was born open and although his hands were empty at the time, he filled them with the soft fire made from the two ember eyes. The dreamy mind is full, overflows with tender memories… When she enters a room, it blazes with red, pink, roses, but behind her blossomed spirit stood a façade he was not aware of. The floral presence is poisoned, spreading into him. And just like the deadly nightshade, she is indeed is a poisonous flower.

"How long has this been going on?" he asks coldly, taking a sip of his bottle before putting it back on the table. A stressed dove, mournfully looking at her as he gets up. "How long?" he asks again. „Bucky, what is the matter with you?“ There won’t be a chance of escape, he steps closer, towering over her as some sort of a warning. He just came back to life, laying under the warmth of it and is already being burned by the person who he trusted the most. Abstained for far too long, he needs to hear her says it – he needs the truth to devour his life. "Can I ask what happened to your neck?" pointing to her neck, his tone is still neutral, but his eyes are exhausted by the phantom following his mind the past days. Love makes knots, now it is brutally tearing them apart. He ran from the darkness of his nightmares for so long, only to find himself in a situation darker still. „I don’t know“ she is wearing a turtleneck shirt, she hates those – inside she is crumbling as much as her lies. “You don’t know?” his tone strays to the realms of anger – it consumes him, fear ensnares her until her back hits the wall behind, Bucky not withdrawing from her face even for a moment “Who was it?“

"No one, Bucky" she manages to retain her posture, not giving him the satisfaction of telling the truth. The blade of her words hit a nerve. "You’re terrible at lying" He crosses his hands, nails digging into his arms. Silence looms for a while before he nods, his dearest love painting his misery and his eyes ache with the weight of the unspoken truth. “So no explanation, got it" „I don’t know how I got them…“ Bucky’s eyes narrow slightly, trying to shackle his intention of breaking something. "So you have no idea what happened to your neck? Are you making fun of me or do you have brain damage“ his tone finally rises as he takes the collar of her shirt between his metal fingers, pulling it down rashly to reveal the bite marks. The image wraps around his throat as a wreath of spikes. “Who did that to your neck, because I am sure that it was not me“ „Jesus Bucky, why are you so angry, I didn’t do anything. We literally spend most-“ He laughs devilishly, still holding her by the colar. “Just so many bad things happening in my life. Nothing important, nothing new, just one thing after another, you know?” There is no such thing as life for him , it's just catastrophe. Unmoored and alone, his eyes become full of tears. The only still part is his body. He gives her one more chance to say something, to explain herself in any way, but the silence is pain chiselled forever into his chest, it hurts more than words. "Don’t be angry, please…let me go…“ "Don’t be angry…don’t be angry" he whispers as a lullaby, staring into her teary eyes. His eyebrows furrowed at her audacity to even cry. "We shared a life and you to cheated on me" His favorite beauty and terror on myriad levels keep her silence. He decides to let go of her collar, his fingers clenching to fists as their drop weightlessly to the sides of his body. "You expect me to believe this…? Really, y/n?” he says , his expression is still angry, but it appears softer "If you didn’t want to tell me because you‘re afraid, it‘s fine. Just be honest and tell me that, why are you still lying? That hurts me more than you think." „I am not…“ He stands there unmoving, staring at her and it seems like he‘s still processing this realty of her not having any concern towards him. Her mind is resting whilst his is grieving, wondering and reasoning. He can’t gain control of his dreadful spirit, he is the shell he was back at Wakanda. A tear runs down from the wet, dreamful eyes, landing on his cheek as he looks down, trying to hide it from her. Bucky takes a step away from her and rubs his eyes. His hands are shaking and it‘s obvious that he doesn’t want to cry in front of her. Their love is his apparition, a figment of his imagination. He observe her for a moment, he is dying in that house, buried underneath the floor of their shared past and she just watches it unfold. Bucky finally shakes his head in disbelief. "So you‘re telling me you have no idea where that bruise came from?" a weak laugh escapes his lips, choking back a sob. „You’re lying, I know it“ he says in a calm voice, but there was a quiet threat hidden beneath it. „I don’t want to leave, Bucky“ "And I don‘t want to get cheated on" he counters with an angry scream as his pain is infinite at this point. All kind of thoughts stirring inside of him. „I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.“ It makes him tremble to remember their daily life, but now he is unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will. „I can’t tell you...I can’t...I will leave“ she whispers, having found a comfort in hiding. "Fine, leave then!” Bucky snarls, before he spins around as his heavy footsteps resonate through the quiet room, but he stops himself to look at her for the last time – the end of the line.

Bucky watches her leave, already nostalgic for his love. He doesn’t say a word, not even bothering to close the door as he stands in the doorstep, watching her go. Y/n notices him staring from the darkness of the doorway as she makes her way into the world. Bucky’s inner self is shutting down more and more, as though to protect himself, but it became inaccessible even to himself. Over the next couple of days, Bucky shuts himself completely in his lonely home. He only leaves the apartment to buy alcohol and some food. His days are spent either drinking or sleeping, and when he‘s awake and sober, he just sits on the couch blankly, staring at the wall. He is composed of nothing, but illness – a phantom built out of pain. The days turn to weeks. With his heart broken, he despises life. Rising from a grave with each morning, wallowing in his sadness and alcohol. („What went wrong...Did I do something wrong?”) he wonders for weeks repeatedly, tears again rolling down his cheeks. „What did I do to deserve this“ he screams, slamming his metal fist into the wall, there is nothing but a stain in his heart, it grew – infecting the whole heart. He slowly slides down, sitting on the ground as he buries his head into his arms and starts to cry.

- Two days before she left - „Bucky, baby…I don’t wanna do anything tonight, let’s just sleep“ he was getting harder and harder, pressing into her back to let her know. He whispers in her ear, but the voice is huskier than usual and filled with seduction „Цветок...“ (Flower) Bucky’s control is slipping once again and y/n gups at the realization. The metal grip tightens on her hip, drawing her even closer to his clothed cock. Fingers pass through the fabric of the nightdress, pulling it upwards to reveal her butt cheeks. His warm hand, spilled under her body proceeding to lightly trace his fingers over her nipple. She knows to her remove the panties by herself, not wanting to anger the Soldier from the very beginning as it happened last time. He groans, closing his eyes to savor the scent of her hair. Vibranium fingers digs his into her soft skin, leaving prints of evidence. „No, don’t…please…he will see“ she desperately tries to voice her concern, knowing there is no way of fighting him in this state. „Пусть он увидит…“ (let him see) His breath fanned the skin of her neck, sending chills to the bone.

He dragged his length through her wetness, pushing in fully leaving y/n with no time to adjust. Tears roll down her beautiful face, why this keeps on happening? The warm touches of his human arm move to from her nipple to her stomach „Я хочу ребенка...да.“ (I want a baby…yes) She takes a deep breath, sometimes regret settles in for not telling Bucky that the Winter Soldier was very present and real. He never seems to remember, they operate as different people. She whimpers at the cold touch to her clit, he was flicking it, making her body shake. His hand returns to her hip, grabbing it harshly as he starts thrusting deeply. His pace becomes erratic, being closer to his orgasm. Soldat forcefully holds her in place so he can fill her with hot cum. Her reality hurts so much. She wants to get away, but when she had tried before – resulted in him being close to sadistic. His fingers trail to her hair, removing it from her neck and he sinks his teeth. Goosebumps trickle up there, from fear, from pain as he slowly turns her head towards him – there is no sight of Bucky.

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moochalove · 24 days

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Thinking about how…

You would lead Sunday away from a busy crowd during one of his important dinner gatherings. How you lead him by the hand to a nearby storage room and begin to kiss his sweet face. At first, he was opposed to the idea and tried explaining he was far too busy to be messing around. But the way you kept teasing him throughout the night, the way you made his ears feel hot while you were reaching for a dropped utensil. The way you “accidentally” squeeze his thigh under the table.

How bold of you to pull such a stunt, especially in front of all his business partners. He should reward you for being so brave.

Sunday grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while he kisses and licks at your exposed neck. He loves to see you flustered and breathless, panting softly as you try to keep your voice down.

He’s surprised when you break free from his grasp and mirror his actions. Sunday lets out a small surprised moan when you take the reins. At first, he was taken aback by your actions, usually, he’s the one who has control over everything.

But he is exhausted from all the mingling he’s done throughout the night. Guess it isn’t so bad to let someone take control every once and awhile.

He immediately relaxes when you free his aching cock from his tight pants. He takes pleasure in watching you spit into your hand as you begin to stroke it at a slow pace. A smile is plastered on your face when you begin to go fast and turn your wrist with each stroke- your eyes meeting his. You both gaze into each other’s eyes lovingly. Almost as if the world around you has disappeared and it’s just you two in this intimate moment. (almost makes you forget you’re in a storage room…) His thighs begin to shake as you get closer and closer to his pink tip. He loves the way your thumb swirls over his creamy tip. Using your free hand you gently rub his face. The way you handle him with such care makes his heart skip a beat, and he practically melts into your touch.

As he begins to reach his high he presses his lips into your palms, muttering small prayers and thanking those in higher power for such a blessing (you). His breathing has become erratic as his prayers are mixed with little moans and whimpers. You lean into him to seal his lips with yours, devouring all his moans and little noises, all while you pump his length at a rapid pace. The room is filled with the wet noise of his precum and your spit rubbing along his cock. When he finally teeters over the edge he feels nothing but bliss. The wings adorning his head flutter and flap in response to his hard orgasm, and his arms have settled around your upper half. He hasn’t even realized he’s soiled his dress pants and your palm with his seed. Not like that matters right now…

Once he opens his eyes he’s greeted by an angel- no, something of a higher power, his dear lover. You stare down at him with such a loving gaze that makes him feel warm and mushy inside. He can’t help but hold you close for a couple of moments. No words are spoken, yet thousands of praises are known to one another.

Once he settles from his high he’s even more exhausted… He feels a little ashamed that he didn’t get to reward you like he initially planned, but when you voice how this is what you wanted, he can’t help but feel flustered once again. His wings cover his flushed face in embarrassment. Yet you gently push them aside as you rest your forehead against his as his wings wrap around your head.

Seeing Sunday like this was a rare treat only for the eyes that were close to him. You were truly honored to call him your partner.

Once you get Sunday properly cleaned up you head back to the party. No one really noticed you were gone.

Robin can’t help but tease and point out the feathers in your hair.

“Haha, it looks like you were “fighting” with a bird!”

#Hsr x reader #Honkai Star Rail #Hsr #sunday x reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader smut #hsr sunday

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nvoirs · 1 year

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Omg i saw that ur requests are open 🥹😭 Is it okay if I can request a plaga re4leon smut? 😭 it’s okay if u dont want to 😇 have a great day 🫶🏼

Part 2 is here Because of all the support on this piece of writing I did I was able to create a part 2 and I'm thankful for those who wanted it!

When you had found out that Leon was infected by the Plagas your heart dropped into your stomach. You wouldn't know what to do, trembling as he got worse. Becoming more feral and looking like he wanted to rip your cute little heart straight out of your chest and brandish the still warm organ like a trophy. It got to a point where you had to restrain him, all you could find was a frail piece of rope left behind by one of the now dead ganandos.

Ashley was still with Luis, hopefully so close to finding the vaccine. So close to bringing Leon back to you.

His panting would worsen, as he struggled against your restraints, lashing out telling you to release him and that he was fine, he was okay and you didn't have to worry.

He'd put you in so much sorrow and guilt that you wouldn't even realise he'd managed to cut through the tied rope around his wrists with the small dagger you forgot to confiscate.

Silly old you. Always so naïve and trusting when it came to Leon. He was your weakness, and he now knew that and had used it to his advantage lunging for your still vulnerable, hunched over body.

He'd have you pressed to the dirty ground, the air smelling of gunpowder as he inhaled deeply. You're terrified he can see it, those widened eyes threatening to fill with tears once again.Trembling beneath him his weight sandwiching your body between the ground and his broad-ranging chest. His eyes were no longer that sky blue that you once loved, now becoming something far sinister, a raging crimson colour replacing them.

But he isn't fully gone, he's still Leon so you were confused when you felt something hard pressed against your thigh. He rutted his hardened cock against your tactical pants releasing a forced squeak from deep within your throat.

“Don't think I can hold back anymore.. fuck. Wanna fuck you into the ground please.”

He continued to rut against you like a cat in heat, squeezing your legs together as you could feel the certain wetness collecting itself inside of your underwear.

“Leon what’re you- shit is this the plagas controlling you?”

“No goddamnit it's me- the plagas is just outing me.” He purred.

Chuckling he came closer to your pursed lips, wanting to feel the softness of them, his dark blonde hair brushing across your reddened face.

And you let him. You let him swallow you whole, devouring your mouth till your lips were a ruby colour, a string of his saliva evident upon them once he pulled away. Your lips still puckered, you wanted more, no you craved more of this side of Leon. You knew it was wrong, he was infected with stage four of the parasite but you just couldn’t help it.

The effects of the plagas were becoming more visible. The prominent darkened veins stood out creating a sort of jumbled up criss-crossed pattern on his pale skin.

“Shit this is your fault, I've wanted to fuck you since I met you six years ago back when we were both rookies in training” His extensive grin agitated you as he dived down for your exposed neck.

Placing a pointer finger on the pulse, dragging it down behind your appealing small ear. He licked a searing wet stripe up the shell of your ear, as he began to leave mauve coloured love bites across your supple flesh.

Dessert before the main course sounded real good to Leon right now, and you happened to be his dessert.

The plagas was altering his mind, and Leon was looking at you like you were a piece of vanilla cake. Squirming underneath his tight hold, releasing effortlessly, melodic sounds as he nipped and bit at your bare neck.

“Fuck Leon!”

You grabbed the material of his tight black shirt, digging your hands in and pulling him ever so closer. In return Leon hummed in approval before breaking his lips away from your decorated skin.

“Now the real fun begins.”

Dragging your tactical pants down your thighs, swiftly pulling them off and chucking them to the side. His glowing eyes stared down at where you needed him most, he could see the wet patch you’d made from your endearing arousal.

“Well what do we have here?”

Fingering the material of your thin panties, Leon advanced to the very centre. His hand hovered before ripping your panties clean off. Gasping as he also threw your now shredded panties on top of your discarded pants.

“Leon why’d you do that I need those- fuck!”

While you were busy being a blabber mouth not knowing when to shut up, he’d lifted your calves before shoving his tongue deep inside of you. Writhing and twisting at his straight up tongue fucking, you cried out when he began to abuse your clit circling it relentlessly.

Licking lengthy stripes up and down your sweet folds, he pulled back moaning from your taste.

“You taste so sweet, I knew you would, I always knew.”

Going back down on you, you felt a cramping sensation building up in your lower abdomen and before you knew it you were releasing all over Leon’s face. He carried on lapping you up eagerly, tasting your sugar coated juices on his lips and tongue.

Dropping your legs roughly, you both panting your vision seizing and taking sight of Leon unbuckling his pants. His cockhead strained against the material of his briefs, his precum staining the front.

“Want you on your knees, sluts like you have to worship someone isn’t that so?” Grabbing you by your neck, you yelped as he nudged your nose against his clothed dick.

Obeying his demand you felt yourself blush, now this is wrong, it’s wrong, wrong, wrong! Ignoring your intrusive thoughts, you began to pull his briefs down his meaty thighs. You’ve always wanted to be with Leon like this, and now you can. You just couldn’t hold back.

Taking him in the palm of your hand, trembling hoping you didn’t do something wrong. Leon was a lot stronger as of now, he could easily overpower you. His tip was a mouthwatering sight, you never knew it could look this pretty? Taking him into your warm mouth, tasting the salty precum and hollowing your cheeks as you began to bob your head. Leon released a guttural groan, grabbing you by the ponytail you had up.

“This is all I could think about ha- when your hair was like this.”

Dragging his cock inside your mouth faster, before shooting his cumload straight down your throat making you gag.

“Swallow it, you whore, or I’ll make you regret it.” His threats should scare you, but It just turned you on even more.

“Need you inside me.” You whined, humping nothing as you bounced on yourself.

“Christ, don’t do that or I’ll seriously make you pass out. Take off your shirt then.”

Enthusiastically you did just that. Flinging your top leaving you in nothing but your bra. Leon licked his lips delightfully, before unclipping your bra allowing your tits to spill out. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, as he palmed your squishy flesh between his skilled fingers.

“Mmhph Leon! Feels good.” Sweat was forming on your chest like you’d been dusted with golden powder. Smirking Leon continued his assault on your breasts, switching to your firm nipples. Taking one and pinching it before rolling his tongue over it and taking it into his mouth. His eyes met yours as he suckled at your nipple, still giving the other attention by squeezing it between his index finger and thumb.

“Jump up onto me.” His command rang through your ears, as you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. Leaning against the cobblestone wall Leon’s cock rubbed against your cunt teasingly before shoving himself inside of you.

You nuzzled into his neck smelling the sweat and dirt of him, but he still smelt so good a hint of citrus filling your nostrils as your face carried on colliding with his neck as he bounced you on his cock. Your moans rang out into the empty room, muffled slightly because of your loving assault on Leon’s neck.

“Your so- tight didn’t expect that from a slut.”

His grip grew tighter on your ass, bruising beginning to form under the tips of his fingers because of how tight he was holding onto you.

“I’m not a ha- slut!” You wailed, the pressure in your stomach coiling up.

“Oh yeah? Then who was that guy you were flirting with back at HQ?”

No way was he talking about that one guy. The one guy that actually showed any romantic interest in you, he’d asked you out to dinner when Leon was in the room and you had refused. That was because you liked Leon, but you had no idea he liked you back.

“I said no- fuck because I like you!”

Leon cocked his head to the side, watching your eyes roll back into your skull.

“Is that so?”

His pace got faster, ploughing into your guts like it was nothing until the tightly fit coil snapped in two. You whined as you came around him gushing and milking his cock. He carried on fucking you through your high, trying to chase after his own release.

“Ah- too much Leon too much!” almost strangling him but withstanding when he came deep inside your cunt, the contents dripping down your legs.Your hands still curled in his locks, fingers glued to his scalp as he hissed from the pain of your fingernails.

“Sorry.” Mumbling, you expected Leon to send you one of those signature smirks but instead felt a prick in the side of your neck.

What? Everything began to get fuzzy, and you felt Leon placing you on the cold floor.

“Shush It’s okay now, Lord Saddler could use another follower. And maybe just maybe he’ll let me keep you and we can be together forever my darling.”

The last thing you saw before you became unconscious was Leon’s ugly grin smeared across his once angelic features. You’d been caught in his spider's web once again.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #residentevil4leon

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synnamonroll666 · 6 months

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Finally Me

Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Implied Monster Fucking, Teratophilia, Breeding Kink, Implied Breeding... Word Count: 488 A/N: Ever since I wrote that monster fucking prompt, it's been heavy on my mind. So I wanted to do a little something that's more in the perspective of Syzoth. I hope you all enjoy! 😁💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Syzoth's MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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He knew he was a monster, and yet she didn't see him that way. He had wanted it for so long but was scared to grasp it in his claws. And here she is, bearing her fragile self to him while begging for him to bear himself to her—his true self.

Though the desire in his heart and instinct in his mind screamed with need, he was afraid—afraid of hurting the only woman who truly loved him for all that he was. But with a gentle hand upon his and a few sweet words of encouragement, Syzoth found himself changing once again. But this time, it was not to devour another victim. At least, not in the way he would usually do so.

Skin morphs into scales, and her eyes are filled with awe as she stares up at the 8ft beast before her. Not a look Syzoth is used to getting in this state—or any state, for that matter.

Her hand reaches out—shaky and clammy. Not from nerves but excitement—and those soft fingertips he adores so much brush over his leathery scales.

A low, purr-like sound is heard emitting from inside the walls of his muscular chest. He is embarrassed at first, since he didn't mean to do so, but her sweet smile makes those worries go away. He lays his head upon her chest as she continues to stroke his head—as she waits for him to make the final move.

His heart pounds like a drum, and salty tears prick his crimson eyes. He had never been so vulnerable in this form—hell, it was made for fighting and being a predator—but here he is, in the arms of a pure angel, melting like some love-sick puppy dog. The Zaterran wouldn't have it any other way, though. He loved his human more than anything—she was more precious to him than any amount of money or any rare gem in the universe.

He was fine to bask in her heat for a little longer until that voice within began to talk again, telling him that he still had a mission to finish. He raises his head, looking for confirmation, which she gladly gives.

Then he releases a breath to relax; the cold air fans her neck and makes her smile. He slowly pushes himself inside her walls, grunting as her heat consumes a more intimate area. He waits, listening to her whine and keen beneath him as she stretches over his large members. She had never had someone this big before, so it will take some time to get used to it.

But Syzoth would gladly wait for her, ignoring those voices scolding him and reminding him that his job is much too important to care for her well-being. He will still wait—all while the corners of his stiff, Zaterran lips turn up into a loving smile as he thinks about the children he is about to conceive.

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#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat reptile #mk reptile #reptile #reptile x reader #mortal kombat syzoth #mk syzoth #syzoth #syzoth x reader #SinnamonsSpicyFics

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writingescapades · 2 months

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Book Lover P

I love how we all came as a community and agreed that Pinocchio is a bookworm. As a fellow bookworm, this worms my heart!

It was Lady Antonia who really introduced P to the library. Well more like she said the entire hotel was his to explore, and explore he did.

His desire for reading really came from a desire to be like his father. Get his approval. The big thumbs up from Papi.

He prefers to read at night, everyone is asleep and he has nothing else to do with this time. At first, he would just go out and continue to destroy puppets, but something changed after that first book.

The first book happened to be The Ugly Duckling. He would read and reread that story. Not fully understanding why he kept doing so.

It was in this state you found him. You promised yourself a night of reading as a reward for doing boring tasks around the hotel. Lo, and behold there was Pinocchio… reading.

He immediately gets up, thinking you had a task for him. Poor boy. You inquire into what he’s reading and he hands it over, as if guilty.

Reading the cover, you smile and give it back, along with another book. It’s a book of fairytales. Needless to say, Pinocchio devours this book. There were more books of this nature??

Thus starts a bond between you two. Late night reading sessions. P eagerly tapping your shoulder when he sees something interesting. You reading aloud passages.

Many times the hotel residents would find you asleep on the floor while P sat beside you and silently read. Lady Antonia asked him to move a sofa into the library, so that you could at least prevent catching your death of cold.

That scared P, who then always ushered you to the couch once you got your reading material for the night. He wasn’t killing puppets just for you to die of a cold.

As P grows and understands emotions, he would often bring a book to you, point to a passage where a character felt something he felt and then point to himself. It helped when you put words to define his emotions. He would store away that knowledge.

There were moments when P would come home after a late night of stalking, and instead of just spending time in the library, he would wake you up and silently point to a page in a book. He never said anything in those moments but the passage he pointed you told all.

He’s very adept at matching the people he meets (their stories) to the fairytales he reads. It became a bit of an inside joke between you too, such as thinking of red ridding hood when Alidoro appears.

And yes, as you two grow closer and he gains more humanity, he really relishes the closeness reading brings the two of you. Sitting together reading often ends up being wrapped up in blankets, sleeping (resting in his case). And he loves how you never seem to stop analyzing the books you read. Sometimes when he’s bored or needs to get through some chore, he likes having you around to fill the silence.

Loves to rest his head in your lap, around your chest and listen to you read. It’s not just your voice, but the vibrations he feels as he listens. It just makes him feel nice inside. If you fall asleep, he likes to pretend he also fell asleep, just to hold onto the moment longer.

Most of the relationship is you giving him books to read, but every once in a while, he’ll surprise you with a recommendation. It’s not always something he read, but something he thinks you might like.

And yes, any book he finds outside comes straight to you.

Imagine teaching him to write down his thoughts and make his own story! That thought really hits him when he denies his father and the fight happens. It’s the first time he chose his own path.

You can always tell what mood he’s in by what he’s been reading.

The day that made you cry though was several weeks after Geppetto’s death. P was strangely quiet about his father’s secret and subsequent death, and though you pressed him to communicate something to him, you also knew he needed his space. So you took to seeing what he had been reading. But there was only one book, The Little Match Girl. He had been reading the story over and over again, seemingly lost in the young protagonist’s visions. You cried hard that day. How must he feel after being betrayed, insulted, and rejected by his father as both Carlo and Pinocchio?

You hugged him hard that day, and told him that he is not doomed by a fairytale narrative.

You knew you had your Pinocchio back when you hugged your back and you could feel just a few drops of tears on your neck.

#sorry it became sad at the end #whoops #Lies of P #P #Pinocchio #Lies of P Pinocchio #Lies of P x reader #Lies of P fanfic #Lies of P headcanons #lies of p pinocchio x reader #Lies of P P #Pinocchio x reader #gn reader #lies of p headcanon #LoP #p x reader

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aclowntiny · 9 months

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Puppy Love- Yunho x Female!Barista!Reader

I haven't forgotten about all my coffee shop stories 😁😁😁 Yunho in his ‘you like jazz?’ era

Word Count: 3536 | Coffee Shop, Fluff | Warnings: too dang fluffy 😝

Yunho’s dream had finally come true. A dog café had opened up within walking distance of work. What a time to be alive! What a lucky walk of the streets on his break, unsure how to spend his rare free time once he had it. Using it for an activity seemed simultaneously gratifying and overwhelming. Time to burn some energy off with some very good boys and girls instead! Some caffeine might also reverse-jitter him back into productivity…or at least into the right headspace to squeeze in an episode of that show he needed to finish.

Beneath an awning of striped lime green and white awaited the door to Leash Love Latte, the lovely windowed building decorated with paint-on art of joyous pups of all breeds, two of which held mugs and one of which was about to devour a bone-topped cupcake. Yunho couldn't help but smile as his eyes scanned the glass, jumping a bit at the noise when he opened the door, but the startlement easily fell into a laugh as he opened the security door once the front one was closed and was met with a barrage of dogs.

"Oh, hi," he giggled as one little papillon practically climbed up his leg, bending down to scoop her up into his arms. Flipping her collar tag, he saw it read 눈. A name meaning Snow made sense- she was a ball of pure white fluff after all.

Carrying her up to the counter, Yunho was met with the sight of an extremely nimble barista practically skating across the café floor to slide a pastry onto the counter and call out its owner’s name, then turn on her heels to catch a drink from the older man who held it out to her and repeat the process. Once that was done, she twirled around to face the counter.

“Sorry about that, just had an order to finish up,” she paused, taking a couple breaths and getting her hair back into place, smile never leaving her face, “oh, Nunie, are you making friends?” Her gaze had dropped to the sweet pup in Yunho’s arms, the nickname and her evident familiarity with the café dogs warming his heart.

“Yep," he agreed with a chuckle, holding her up a bit higher with fatherly pride despite their very recent meeting, "I think she'd have made a ladder of me if she could."

"Well, you are pretty tall," the girl joked.

"I guess that's true! So, what do you recommend here?"

She grinned. "Dog or drink?"

"Drink," Yunho responded, "I don't think I'll get away with any cheating today."

"How does a peanut butter mocha sound?"

"Great," he replied, "I've never had one before!"

Plucking a solid pink, paw-print-dotted mug from some unseen counter alcove, the barista grinned. "It's sort of my specialty."

"She's always trying to hock those!" The older man called out from deeper in the kitchen, offering a devilish grin.

"Hey! At least I have a specialty!" She called back, smiling when he shouted that she was a better barista than him and sliding the mug down the slick metal counter surface before turning back to Yunho. "Sorry, that's my uncle. He's a bit of a jokester. Your name?”

"Yunho. And that's ok. I can see how well you guys get along. So this is a family business, then?"

"Yep," she nodded, "everything I do, I try to do with my family."

Something about those simple words touched Yunho's heart, throwing its beat off even as he lowered himself into a bench, stroking his snowy new friend and laughing as a brown and white Jack Russel terrier and a little grey mutt with a folded ear scrambled up to fill his lap all the way. His gaze darted between them and the young lady behind the counter as she operated all the kitchenware with focused eyes and lightly smiling lips.

This place really was heaven.

"Here you go!"

Yunho's attention snapped up from the mutt, Sammy, to meet the eyes of the girl. He hadn't really paid attention to the color of them before, but the lime-and-pink shaded light dangling above his table must have somehow brought it out as she set his mug in front of him a respectable distance from the squirming dogs piled upon his lap.

"What was your name again?" Yunho blurted out before he could help it.

"(y/n)."

"(y/n)," he repeated with a smile, "wonderful. I just felt like I needed to have a name to go with the face."

Her eyes remained on him, though the smile on her face did not fade. Sammy licked at her sleeve, which only made it grow wider, her nose crinkling a bit. A wave of awkwardness crashed over Yunho.

"So, (y/n), you must really like peanut butter." That sounded much better in his head.

She just giggled. “I love it! I was eating a peanut butter cup when I got the idea for the drink.”

“That’s so cool! I have a friend who cooks and that seems hard, let alone designing something new, like I can’t even imagine.”

(y/n) waved a hand before reaching it back down to pet a fluffy spotted Australian shepherd that ran by her feet. “Oh, I bet you could come up with something,” she told him with a smile.

Yunho racked his brain, but beneath the tantalizing chocolate-peanut-butter-coffee-with-a-hint-of-espresso smell, the light of that obnoxiously cute lamp, the warm, wiggling puppy pile on his lap, and the faint, anticipatory flutter of the girl’s eyelashes, not much was floating up coherently. “I can’t think of anything that would be good in coffee,” he finally admitted.

“What about something that would be bad in coffee?”

“All my brain was giving me was fruit loops, so I’d say that.”

(y/n) gave a humored wince. “Ooh, yeah. Though that would make a good milk latte or shake! I could totally work with that!” And with that, she made another of her skate-like drifts across the shop, dodging three dogs darting at her feet as she fell back behind the counter, pulling out a couple appliances and taking notes like a mad scientist.

Well, that wasn’t too bad a response to fruit loops of all things. Patting Sammy, Yunho pulled his steaming mug to his lips, barely feeling the cup’s heat above that in his own sheepish cheeks.

A few days after his Leash Love Latte trip, Yunho was out for a walk to clear his head after a very early morning of choreography practice, having rinsed himself off and wanted nothing more than to get out into the sun and breeze, practically melting the industrial lighting out of his skin. Cleansing the sweat off had only been step one.

Veering off the paved walking trail, Yunho crossed over the inclination of a grassy green hill, wandering over the great emerald expanse and dodging the occasional frisbee. Ducking under one that was thrown high enough, even.

The small amount of skin exposed by his t-shirt warmed pleasantly in the moderate day's air as he passed an area surrounded by metal gating that bore a few tied-on signs. Within it, dogs of varying sizes tore across the grass, played tug-of-war, and ran to their owners with new friends in tow. As he got closer, he noticed that one of those owners had a haircut that looked quite familiar, a smile Yunho felt like he’d just been graced with.

It was (y/n)! Carefully undoing the safety gate with a deft motion of his fingers, he lifted the release and entered, immediately dodging dogs as he ran a hand through his hair hoping he’d straightened it. His other hand was already getting thoroughly sniffed, a few licks coming to it before he reclaimed it, giving a bulldog and a border collie some pats as he milled through the park. A mutt- maybe half terrier- ran up to him snuffling with a squeaky toy in its jaws, so Yunho threw it, laughing as it turned into a little spotted streak of lightning. Hopefully its owner was young. And then, turning on his heels, he faced you.

“Oh, hey, (y/n), right?” He leaned forward, resting a hand as casually as he could atop the bench a few feet from him, mock-guessing your name like it hadn’t made a few runs through his head of late. “Didn’t see you there. I’m-”

“Yunho from the café. Fruit loops guy.”

Fruit loops guy. “Yep, that’s me.” He put a hand to his chest. “Fruit loops guy.”

“I’ve been tinkering around with stuff and that idea is something that we might be adding to the menu if my uncle lets me!” She added, grinning as a pup Yunho recognized as Sammy ran up to her, leaning into her offered pets.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah! Should I name it after you?”

“The Yunho? Might confuse some people-”

(y/n) chuckled, wrapping her arms around Sammy to pull him onto her lap. “Yunho, I was kidding.”

“Oh, right, yeah, I knew that. So, uh, taking Sammy to the dog park?”

“Yep,” she nodded, smiling, “I try to take all the adoptables out on an alternating schedule.”

“Oh,” Yunho tilted his head in thought, “the Leash Love Latte dogs are for adoption?”

“Indeed they are. The goal is people live them so much they want to take them home!”

“Guess then they’d really need a doggy bag,” he quipped.

(y/n)’s eyes widened as she burst out with a laugh. “Ok, that’s so perfect, mind if I steal that?”

“Be my guest.”

“I’ll try my best to credit you where I can. Hey, wanna play frisbee with Sammy? It’s practically as big as him, but he loves it.”

Was there even a question? “Of course! Come on, Sammy, let’s go!”

And with that, they both pushed off their respective bench seat and lean, jogging deeper into the park’s grass and dodging a fire hydrant in the ground as they took turns tossing the blue plastic disc (y/n) had ready in her backpack.

“Hey, remember the guy who inspired my fruit loops latte?” You called back into the kitchen as you refilled the coffee bean jars up front, dim evening lights of closing time filing Leash Love Latte.

“Tall fellow, right?” You uncle questioned in response.

"Yeah," you nodded, "him. If he comes back, I'm going to get him in the kitchen."

"In the kitchen?" Your uncle's voice raised both in incredulity and response to some barks from your café companions. "I thought you liked him."

"Oh, geez!" Plucking a not-so-wet grey washcloth from your counter, you lobbed it at your uncle and his jokes. "I do. You think I'd let any loser with a dazzling smile into my laboratory?"

The washcloth connected with your uncle's shoulder, breaking his face into a grin as he shook it into his hand and started wiping the kitchen surface with it. "Ugh, save the sappy crap for him, huh? What are you even going to make him do? A day of free labor?"

"No," you giggled, leaning on the shining metal of your counterspace, "I think he has better ideas than he gives himself credit for. I'm just going to let him try making whatever he wants."

"As long as you guys clean up after yourselves," your uncle teases you, giving you a fond smile.

"Of course we will," you reply with a joyous look of your own, anticipation coursing through you as you imagined all the things you could come up with on your quest for a new menu item...and maybe something else new for you.

"Get in the kitchen with you? Me?" Yunho looked at you with eyes wide, holding little Nun a bit tighter in his hands in startlement as if you'd suggested he set his pants on fire.

"Well, I wasn't exactly asking your invisible twin brother there," you teased, clicking the pen in your hand open, then closed again, as you glanced over his shoulder.

He turned his head that way too like there'd suddenly be someone there. There obviously was not. "Alright, point taken. You liked the cereal lattes that much, huh?"

That wasn't what I liked most, you wanted to say. You leaned a bit further out from behind the register. "Something like that. I think it would be fun! Don't you? We don't have to make something good, that'll just be a bonus!"

Yunho's smile returned as yours spread out, and he bent over and gently placed the little fluffball he'd been holding back on the floor, where she stood at his feet, sniffing Cherry, a black chihuahua. "I don't think it'll be fun, (y/n)..."

Your expression stiffened a bit, eyebrows raising to urge his trailed-off sentence on.

"I know it will be! Let's do it! As long as you're allowed to do this, of course."

And then you were smiling again, heart beating in anticipation. You were going to get this dog-loving man and his silly innocent brain in your life no matter what it took.

"Cleared with the boss man and all. Let's make something out of this dead workday!"

Yunho laughed at that, accepting the hand you held out, beckoning him into the sacred space behind the counter, aka your drink and treat lab.

"So," you grinned, folding both your hands under your chin, "wanna make a drink or bake something?"

"Why don't we bake?" Yunho replies, gaze breaking from yours in thought. "Hmm, what's a good dessert to go with a drink? Shortcake?"

"Like strawberry shortcake?"

"Yeah, but why is shortcake always strawberry? Why can't it be any other fruit?"

You shrugged, feeling your expression smugly egg him on. "Why can't it? What do you have in mind?"

"Have you ever seen those candied melons? What about melon shortcake? I bet no one's done that before," Yunho answered before pausing for a couple ticks of Leash Love Latte's dangly-tail dog-in-a-teacup wall clock, "or is that gross?"

Crossing further into the kitchen, you pulled open a silver cabinet and turned back to him. "Only one way to find out."

He shuffled into the kitchen beside you, bouncing on his heels. “Do you have a shortcake recipe?”

“I do indeed,” you said with a grin, taking an apron off the peg on the kitchen wall and handing it his way.

You set to work prepping and measuring the wet ingredients while Yunho took on the dry, the most prominent of which was the flour. Shortcake, you reminded him, wasn’t as sweet as a regular cake, so that seemingly small amount of sugar was in fact correct.

It all went nearly without a hitch, only a small chunk of butter plopping onto the silvery counter, which you quickly twirled around to wipe squeaky clean again. Yunho was doing great at sifting everything together, almost as if he’d done it before.

Well, until the last scoop of flour, that is. The last one hung just wrong, dropping from the measuring cup in Yunho’s hand and sliding down the edge of the mesh strainer, bursting in a cloud of curling pure white dust upon the counter, his apron, and even on the side of your pant leg.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n), I'm so sorry!" Yunho immediately exclaimed, holding his hands out like he didn't trust them anymore.

"Don't worry about it," you replied with a smile and a flippant gesture, "it won't be the first or the last time that happens in here. Besides, in Hallmark movies all things like this do is start a cheeky flour fight."

Yunho glanced down helplessly at his apron and the counter. "Wouldn't that just make it worse?"

"Oh, absolutely," you nod, "but if you just twirl it off your apron, you'll get a pretty cloud effect."

Expectation? A little shimmy. Reality? Yunho executing a perfect showman's leaping twirl, the move indeed enhanced by a puff surrounding him as the powder shook off of him and drifted down to the kitchen tile.

You might've been gaping, but it quickly faded into a smile as you drifted past him in search of a rolling pin. "Alright, so you're, like, an expert dancer, that's totally normal and not extremely cool."

"Oh, I'm no expert. I-I just dance for a living," he replied with a shy grin and darting gaze.

"I hate to break this to you," you leaned on the counter in front of him, rolling pin in hand and awe on your face, "but that makes you an expert. Certainly more than me. You should be there one of the many times I forget a step of the macarena."

Yunho's hands started drifting around in the general airspace above his shoulders, head, and hips. "Which part?"

All you could do was giggle and hold the rolling pin up in your hand, head shaking. "Have you ever kneaded and rolled dough before?" He had good dough hands. Certainly more proportional to the dough than yours!

"We did it, (y/n)! We made shortcake!" Practically floating above the tile, Yunho high-fived you after you set the tray down.

While your creation baked, the two of you had ditched your aprons and crossed the threshold back into adoptable territory to absolutely ruin all your kitchen-sanitary hands on the hurricane of dogs that surged after you, leaping into your arms like the sweetest of crests crashing onto your jean-clad knees.

This time you took Nun and Yunho had Mickey the Australian shepherd, who plopped right down on the café tile with his head in Yunho's now-seated lap. You held your fluffy ball of wonder close to your chest and she practically melted in, little black boba eyes fluttering contentedly shut.

Both of you whined how it was torture and apologized to the dogs as if it was a coordinated act as you waved and backed into the kitchen with four remorseful eyes on the adoptable crowd, and that was how the shortcake was procured.

Candying the watermelon went off without a hitch. Well, mostly. While a welcome strength boost to cut the honeydews, Yunho had you half giggling, half protectively extending an arm as he yelped at the bubbling sugar boiling in the pot. For that, you bid him mix the cream while you got the fruit ready.

More time with the adoptables as the candy set, and then you were stacking cake, cream, and shining, syrupy melon chunks into a light yellow-and-green treat topped with some melon balls and classic rosettes.

"It's beautiful," you congratulated Yunho with a wide smile.

"Better than the fruit loop latte idea?"

You just nodded as the sound of your business's door closing rang our behind you. "And here's our proof coming!" You clapped, rushing out of the kitchen in the bouncing dance of a barista on a mission. "Uncle, will you try our dessert please? Yunho and I worked really hard on it," you plead as you dragged your amused uncle into your workspace, one arm linked with his and the other gesturing with a flourish toward the lovely shortcake and your lovely fellow baker, who immediately bent his legs and struck an introductory pose at it himself.

"I can tell. This looks great, you two," your uncle told you, pride clear in his voice as much as on his face as he ruffled your hair with his free hand.

Wiggling gently out of your grip, he accepted the proffered fork from Yunho and reached over to dig into the plated treat you'd decorated on the counter, which of course you'd wiped down before he could see the mess you made. Didn't hurt to butter up the person trying your new innovation, right?

Your uncle's eyebrows shot up the moment the forkful of your shortcake entered his mouth, both you and Yunho leaping up as if watching the pinnacle of a photo-finish race.

"Well, how is it?" You burst out, practically wiggling under the suspense.

"Yes, sir," Yunho added, straightening the apron he'd put back on, "is it good enough to go on the menu?"

"It's very good, son," your uncle began, eliciting a loud cheer from you two and a resonant, stingingly strong high-five of elation to boot.

"But," he added, both of you inhaling at his next words, eyes not even leaving him when an audible, surely adorable play-wrestle broke out among the adoptables, "if you want this on the menu, there's one condition."

"Wh- what's that? Er, sir?" Yunho stiffened under your uncle's serious gaze.

Short-lived as it was; the expression soon melted into your beloved joker's smile of mischief. "You have to take my niece on a date."

"Uncle, I-" You began to protest, heat rising to your cheeks faster than any oven or milk steamer could preheat.

"Yes, sir," Yunho nodded, sparing you a quick glance and a small wave as if he'd forgotten you were there, "that's a much greater reward than the menu spot."

His smile turned almost into something you'd see on a lovesick cartoon, as if your heart hadn't flipped hard enough in the past few minutes or even from the first time he walked in and you saw him being gentle with the adoptables.

What could you say? Guess it was puppy love.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #yunho #yunho x reader #yunho x female reader #female reader #coffee shop au #fluff #barista!reader

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alwritey-aphrodite · 10 months

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okay so you know i had to send in a request!!! i’m so excited for you, congratulations again. could i get the prompt of handwritten letters with jamie, maybe he’s at England camp and they decide to keep in touch the old fashioned way? but honestly if you come up with another prompt that fits i’ll be very happy either way :))

The idea of spending months away from Jamie made your chest ache. You’d never tell him to stay home, not when this has been his dream for forever, not when you can text and FaceTime and call each other every day, but you had to admit that the idea of not waking up next to him for months made you a little sad.

Still, you sent him off to England camp with a big smile on your face, mostly because it would be impossible to look sad when Jamie’s next to you, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. So you gave him one last kiss and made him promise to call you once he gets there safely, and you return home to your empty house.

It’s only four days later when a letter arrives.

You inspect it thoroughly, confused as to who would send you a letter when all the mail you’ve ever gotten was bills and packages you’d ordered. When you notice the return address, the ‘Jamie Tartt’ in the upper right corner, you can’t help but to grin. Now that you know who it’s from, you waste no time in freeing the letter from its envelope, sitting yourself down at the kitchen table to devour everything Jamie wrote for you.

It’s a little less than a page long, in that sloppy scrawl you’ve come to love over the years. The letter recounts his first days at England camp but he mostly focuses on how much he misses you and how much he loves you and, to your slight embarrassment, what he wants to do with you when he finally comes home. Despite that last part that made your heart beat so fast you were sure you were dying, the smile didn’t leave your face the entire time you read Jamie’s words.

After reading the letter three times, you set it gently on your bedside table so you could look at it whenever you pleased before finding paper and a pen and an envelope, writing your own letters for Jamie.

This back and forth continues the entire time he’s away, giving you something to look forward to and a reason to desperately await the mail. Most of the time, your letters to him and his to you focus on how much you love and miss each other while filling the other in on day to day antics or any memorable moments. Sometimes, though, Jamie will write something so poetically raunchy that you need to set the letter down and let yourself breathe before you keep reading.

The two of you still text and call and FaceTime, but the letters are something extra special, something so sweet that Jamie came up with all on his own and when you think about it, your heart aches a little. Now, you have a whole box under your bed full of letters from Jamie that you can pull out and reread whenever you need to, whenever you’re feeling down or missing him a little more than normal.

Towards the end of Jamie’s trip, you stopped receiving letters. You’d sent a reply over a week ago but had yet to receive your letter from him, so you started to factor in time to anxiously wait for the mail into your daily routine. As you’re doing this, sitting at the kitchen table and bouncing your leg up and down, there’s a knock at your front door.

You practically throw yourself off your chair and hurtle to the door, unlocking and opening it as soon as you can to reveal Jamie, a letter in his hand. You waste no time in wrapping him in your arms, slotting your face into the space by his neck that makes you feel all safe and loved.

“Thought this would be better than another letter,” he tells you, and he’s completely right. As much as you loved receiving all those letters, nothing would ever be the same as having Jamie in your arms.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #500 follower extravaganza!!

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iamthecomet · 11 months

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do you have any ideas on predatory usage of quintessence

like murder ghoul aether cuz im still thinking about "pump them full of so much quintessence they dont know their name"

-🧪

I have so. SO many thoughts on predatory use of quintessence. And on murder ghoul Aether specifically. Someday, I would like to write full fics for each of my murder ghouls and their preferred methods (Swiss in particular is also quite fucked up). But for now, enjoy some thoughts about murderous, creepy, Aether.

Aether likes them calm. Dopey. Happy. Finds the blood tastes better when they're content. But, if he's honest, he doesn't really care about the meal. It's his least favorite part. Nourishing in a way that feels necessary but not pleasurable. Sometimes he'll even invite Dew in to actually finish them off once he's had his fill of their psychic torment. It's the lead-up he likes the best. The chase, the capture, the play. He likes smiling softly at an unsuspecting sibling. Likes furrowing his brow and asking for help with something. He finds that's the easiest way to get them. Asking for help. Humans are driven by the need to be helpful, the need to be useful. They toddle after him excitedly every time. He tries to pick humans that are over-eager. Excitable. The ones that babble at him as he leads them away from safety. He likes the way they talk. The waver in their voices. Nerves. Excitement at being noticed by a band ghoul. Sometimes he digs in right then, lets his powers drift into their mind and watches the fantasy unfold. Devours all of their hopes, their wants. The way they play out their future from this chance moment forward. They think about Aether noticing them, knowing them, loving them. Platonically or otherwise. They craft new worlds for themselves in the short walk to the basement door. And then, like clockwork, they stop. Hesitant. Aether tastes the bite of their fear as they look at the heavy oak door that they've been told never to breach. Those fantasies of a life blessed by a Ghoul's favor crumble. Apprehension eats them away like flame does to paper. They worry about Sister. About incurring wrath. About being kicked out. Thrown out into the woods to find their way home. About being pulled from the church--the only place they've ever found meaning. Aether looks at them, pulls his probing magic back. He reaches for them, claps one big hand over their boney shoulder and feeds them their first taste of his magic. They stumble a little. Dazed. Always thrown off. Hit with a wave of vertigo that Aether doesn't bother to explain. He looks at them like he's worried for them, asks them if they're alright. "Yeah," they say, "was just dizzy for a second. Must be nerves...I'm--we're not supposed to go down there." Aether shrugs, presses his quintessence in further, wraps it around their brain stem. Calms their racing heart. Feeds them back their thoughts of usefulness, of friendship, of a future with Aether by their side. "You're helping me, so I'm sure it's fine." And then, he leads them into the dark. No one who follows Aether into the basement ever comes back. He keeps them for a while, hours, days, sometimes weeks depending on what he can get from them. He feeds off of their emotions, of playing with them. Finds the psychic nourishment far more valuable than the blood and viscera. He digs into their memories. Watches their trauma play out like a movie. He keeps them drugged up on his magic, sedated. He used to restrain them early on, until he realized he didn't have to. Keeping them high on his magic was enough, drifting, delirious. Implanted memories making them think they're living the life they wanted. Their fantasies played out in brutal detail while Aether digs his fangs into their neck and tastes their pain, their pleasure, bursting bright on his tongue. When they've served their use, when their memories, and their trauma, and their desires start to taste....stale. He finishes them off, or has Dew do it. He cleans up. He starts again.

#comet writes #ficlet #kind of #ghost headcanons #murder ghouls #aether ghoul #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #predatory quintessence

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tiza0925 · 2 years

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love your akaza fic!!! any more brainrot thoughts to bless us with?

Ahh I’m thrilled to hear that, thank you :’)

hnnggh MINORS DNI but I HAVE been brain rotting about Akaza who is so needy and needs to have his teeth and hands on you all the time

He can never stop thinking about how your soft skin feels under his fangs—how easy it would be to devour you but he never does

Keeping you around—alive—is something he prefers. He denies about it being because he’s fallen for you (he’s very difficult when it comes to admitting feelings), and chalks it up to the fact that you always know how to make him feel good

And he just loves to reward you with small marks of his teeth all over your body—parts where even other people can see and has you blushing with the reminder of how those marks ended up there

Akaza who can’t stop thinking about how good you looked underneath him the night before, all while he’s out on a mission—far away from you

Akaza who gets so riled up by the time he’s back, and he’s calling after you, his teeth aching to sink them into something

And the second he sees you—it’s all hands and mouth all over you, needy moans escaping his mouth and him begging you to let him touch you

Needy Akaza who spends his time making you cry from his tongue alone on your most sensitive areas—savouring every second that he gets and still somehow wanting more

Akaza who wouldn’t want to stop after filling you up with his cum once for that night

He’s needy, his head spinning, and you look way too good to not fill up until you’ve cummed your little heart out to exhaustion

#akaza x reader #akaza #kny akaza x reader #akaza smut #demon slayer akaza #demon slayer smut #kny smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba smut

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agentlelover · 2 years

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his heart and body

Synopsis: He loved you. He loved you, who was his one and only. His everything and all he got. He loved you and let you feel it while making love to you unlike any other day.

Character: Seo Changbin x female reader

Words: 828

Info: !!! minors please dni! Please do not claim my work as yours. Quick reminder, plagiarism is a crime. Picrures are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. !!!

He didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. He really didn’t know. He tries though. He tries to tone it down by just keeping a hand on your tight or putting yours on his. He tries to tone it down by having an arm around you but he can’t and never will. The moment he lays a finger on you he loses it. He loses all the control he has over him. The moment he lays a finger on you his eyes are instantly searching for yours. Searching for yours so he can make sure that it is not only him that wants to touch the other one and be touched.

Once you are alone and in the comfort of your own four walls he won’t hold back or even try to be subtle anymore. He will call for you the moment he enters your shared apartment. He calls for you the moment he drops his back and jacket on the floor and makes his way to find you. And once he finds you he will pull you on his lap and devour you lips like he does now. Once he finds you, he will take all the layers of unnecessary clothing from you and lay you down on the closest surface to claim your body and souls as his. As his and only his.

“Changbin,,, ahhh… Changbiiiin…”, you were laying on the living room floor. On the fluffy white carpet that matched the couch next to it. You were laying on your back while your boyfriend was above you with each of his arms beside your head. “Changbin please… ahh.. oh my god please!”, you were begging, You were begging for the man above you to go faster for so long now but he didn’t care at all. “Baby please I need you so bad! Please fuck me. Binnie, please!!”

He was moving in a torturing slow pace. He was moving his hips in a slow yet rhythmical way that had your head to fall back. He was long gone. Changbin was long gone, forgetting anything and everything around him. There was nothing as important to him as pleasuring you, his girlfriend. His woman and the owner of his heart and soul. He needed you. He always did and so did you. Biting on his bottom lip he tried his best to keep his voice down. He tried his best since he wanted to hear you. “Chanbin please… please I can’t no more. Please go faster… please!”, you begged but the man above you shock his head with a grunt leaving his throat. “Wanna love you. Wanna love you so bad…”, he said causing you already racing heart to combust.

Letting his head fall onto your shoulder he left kisses on all the spots he could reach. Overwhelmed by the pleasure you granted him, by the pleasure your tight cunt granted him he couldn’t keep quiet and let you hear a moan that caused shivers to spread all over your body. “Baby I’m close… I can’t… ahh… I’m sorry. So Sorry…ahh..”, he moaned into your ear. Hearing his words you took his face in both of your hands. Making him look up you were greeted by flushed pink cheeks and tightly closed eyes. You knew he wanted to make you feel good. You knew he always made sure to make you come first. He always tried to help you reach your high before he did take care of himself. But today was different. He was different. He didn’t fuck you. He made love to you. He was letting his guard down and showing his soft and vulnerable site and you loved every second of it. “It’s okay love. It’s okay. Let go baby. No need to apologize Binie let go for me, yeah? Let go.”, not long after those words left your lips his breathing quickened even more. Holding tightly onto the furry hair of the carpet he tried to hold onto something while he fell apart in your arms while filling your warm tight cunt with everything he got. Was that a moan? No a whimper? A sob?

Yes, he indeed was sobbing. Trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Changbin fell on top of you, while apologizing over and over again for coming before you. Going through his hair and holding him close you whispered sweet nothings and praises into his ear until his breathing slowed down and the male came down from his high.

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callsign-hummingbird · 2 years

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Fixing His Broken Heart; Prologue(Hangman x F! reader)

Pairing: Hangman x F! reader, Rooster x Phoenix, Bob x OC

Summary: Hangman's wife cheated on him and it's up to (Y/N) to fix his broken heart.

Warnings: Angst, Yelling(if that's even a warning), Depressed Hangman, Really none at the moment

Prologue.

A man with gold flecks in his hair stood in front of a large window looking down at the people below him. There was a woman with big, blonde hair to the nines and perfectly done makeup to the nines holding onto a man with dark red hair and a perfectly chiseled face. Her perfectly manicured hands were carded through the man's red hair as their foreheads met together. She was whispering something to him and then gave him short, but fierce kiss.

The man let go of her, reluctantly and got into the car that was next to them. The car drove off as she stared after it. She sighed really big and then took out a little compact mirror and a tube of lipstick. She looked at herself in the little mirror and carefully applied the lipstick to her plump lips. If the man above didn't know any better, he would say that she looked like a vision of estacy, only his to devour and hold. He knew better though, and it broke his heart that he couldn't give her what the other man could.

From outside, the woman fixed up her dress and made sure she was showing ample cleavage before she went inside. Cara Seresin was probably the most well renowned ex beauty queen of the South. Everyone knew who she was all the way from Texas to Georgia and beyond. Everyone loved her and everyone wanted to be her. She also had the hottest husband in America too- Jake Seresin.

He was okay, she guessed. He use to do many things that would make her swoon and want to jump his bones then and there, but now he was just a washed up version of that person and didn't want anything to do with her anymore. He was always at work; She thinks that he was like an airline pilot or something. Honestly, she forgot what he did and she didn't care. As long as he was bringing in the money, she was content. Marshall on the other hand, she met through a group of ex beauty queen friends. He had beautiful, fiery red hair and such a chiseled jaw. He also had a body to match. He was everything that she wished for her husband. With one word, he could make her melt and do anything he pleased.

Cara was in front of her husband's office door now. She quickly took out her little mirror again and did a once over. To herself, she looked like sheer perfection and that was good to know. She put the little mirror away and knocked on his door. She waited a couple of minutes, until she heard a, "come in" from the other side. The clattering of heels made their way into the room and stopped in front of a large desk to which her husband was sitting behind.

Jake Seresin was a vision of god-like power as he sat in the chair behind the large desk. He was wearing a navy blue suit that perfectly fit his body and his hair was done to perfection. From an outsiders point of view, the couple looked like one of those perfect couples you would find on the red carpet from the way they dressed. The only thing that was missing from them that those other couples had was the look and feeling of true love: in their body language and their faces.

Jake just looked at her. He knew and she knew he knew. "How long has it been going on?", he asked in a solemn tone, staring into her blue eyes. She sighed and looked away. She really didn't want to break his heart, but the bandaid had to come off sooner or later. She quickly made eye contact with him and looked down at the floor. "A year now.", she said, feeling no remorse like she thought she would.

The man in front of her sighed and ran his hands down his face. His thoughts were filled with frustration towards his wife and the man she was just with. "What do I do now, Cara?", he asked desperately. This made the woman mad and scoff, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't know Jake. You hardly come home anymore and when you do, we hardly ever make love like we use to. You don't even treat me like you use to!",She yells. This makes the man stand up, in a fit of anger. "You're the one that's different Cara! You come home late and then expect me to love on you when I smell another man's cologne on you! You don't think that hurts me just as much as I hurt you?!", He yelled pointing a finger at her.

Tears made their way down her face, ruining her perfect makeup. He wasn't supposed to know about her late nights with Marshall. She thought she had taken a good enough shower to get Marshall's scent off of her before she came home. "You weren't supposed to know about that.", she stated venomously. Jake sarcastically laughed at her remark. "I'm not stupid Cara. I may not have gotten the best grades in high school, but I'm not stupid. You practically reeked of him then and you reek of him now! I guess it's all that hairspray going to your head to miss that.", he said, while looking at her.

After he said that, it went silent. Both didn't say anything at all. Cara's eyes were looking out the window and Jake was looking down at his desk.

Moments later, a soft knock could be heard. Jake looked up from the desk and sighed. It was probably his assistant, (Y/N). "Come in,"he said as his wife wiped away her tears with a velvet handkerchief.

The door opened and a beautiful looking girl came in. She had (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, and flawless skin. Her hair was done up in a tight pony-tail while she wore a black business coat, placed of a white blouse, and a black, tight skirt to match with black heels to pull the look together. "Mr. Seresin, Captain Mitchell called this morning and said that he needed you at the Naval Base.", she said, while looking at the scene in front of her. Mrs Seresin's make up was messed up and she looked like she just got so very terrible news. Mr. Seresin also looked like he got some terrible news too, but seemed more angry about it. All this tension made (Y/N) uncomfortable and her anxiety levels rise. She really wanted to ask if everything was okay, but decided against fearing that she would make the situation worse.

"Um, okay. Call him back and tell him I'm coming now.", he said. With that, she backed out the room, closing the door behind her and taking a big sigh. She knew that Jake and Cara were going through a rough patch, but she didn't know it was that bad. She guess Jake finally found out about Cara and Marshall. Though, they weren't probably weren't being as sneaky as they thought. She remembered an incident from a few weeks ago.

Cara had invited Marshall over for a late night session of whatever they did and it just so seemed that particular night (Y/N) had to stay late. Jake was on another naval mission and he forgot to prepare a presentation for one of the many meetings of his new promotion as Captain. (Y/N) decided that it would be best if she stayed and helped him out because she knew that he would be too tired when he got back to do it.

That particular, she heard a large ruckus happening in The Seresin's bedroom. She didn't think much of it because she was too busy with the presentation to even care, but one thing got her attention though.

As she was just finishing up making the presentation, she heard the door open and fits of laughter down the hallway. A particular sentence Cara said got her attention. "Don't worry Marshall. Jake's not going to know about us. I promise you." (Y/N) stopped what she was doing and went to see what was going on. She saw Cara walking down the hall with a man who she could only recognize as Marshall. His hands were around her waist as they walked and continued to laugh about nonsense. If she was honest, Marshall's hair looked like sex hair, from the back.

She made her way into The Seresin's bedroom to see if there was an evidence that could tell her what was actually going on inbetween the two people she saw outside. That's when she found an undershirt on the floor. Maybe it was just Jake's undershirt and maybe something really wasn't going on between Marshall and Cara like she concluded. After all, Cara did say that Marshall was only coming over to take a look at the faucet in the bathroom in their room anyways.

She picked it up and started folding it. Truth be told, (Y/N) had a little crush on her boss, Jake. He was everything that she dreamed about in a man. He was perfect inside and out. She wish she could be the one that Jake was holding on to when he was back from his naval missions and the one that he looked lovingly at, but Jake married Cara. She was an ex beauty queen that was perfect in every way. Jake wanted perfect and she wasn't perfect.

She put the undershirt up to her nose to smell Jake's cologne. There was only one time that Jake showed her the only affection that she would ever get from him and that was when her mother died. She remembered coming in one morning to work and got a phone call in the process. It was her dad telling her the news of what happened. The whole morning she cried and couldn't work as efficiently as she usually did. Jake noticed and called her into his office. He asked and she told him about her mother. Then he did something that she would never forget. He pulled her into a hug. His scent engulfed and she found so much comfort in it.

She missed that scent and glad that she could at least smell it one more time before Jake got home.

When she smelled the undershirt, something was off. It wasn't the wonderful scent she came to love, but another foreign scent she didn't recognize. Did Jake start using a new cologne? She quickly folded the shirt and was going to put it in Jake's drawers, until she saw an M marked inside on the tag in black sharpie. "M", she thought. The only person she knew that started with the letter M was Marshall or Mitchell. It certainly couldn't be Captain Mitchell's because he was never here in the first place, but Marshall was.

That's when it all started coming together for (Y/N) and her suspicions were once again confirmed. Cara was indeed cheating on Jake.

(Y/N) sighed at the memory bubbling in her mind. The reason she didn't tell her boss is because she didn't think it was hers to tell and also because Jake had been under so much stress with his new promotion that this would be another unnecessary burden that he would have to carry. She didn't want that for him because she cared for him too much. She was a bit glad that he did find out though. He was such a smart person and she loved that about him.

Cara couldn't see him like she did. Cara didn't understand that he was a Naval Pilot and that's the reason why he wasn't there most of the time. Cara couldn't see all the PTSD that he went through from past missions. She didn't know that he was promoted as captain and that he had been working for that almost his whole career. And, (Y/N) would bet that Cara didn't even know what Jake's favorite color was. All Cara cared about was her looks, her hair, clothes, and Marshall. Which in (Y/N)'s mind, should have been Jake. It wasn't though and that made (Y/N) a little frustrated with Cara. She didn't show it though and just carried on with life.

(Y/N) continued to walk down the hallway in thought as a screaming match picked up in the room she was just in.

"YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH HIM CARA! HOW DO YOU NOT EXPECT ME TO BE MAD!", Jake yelled exasperated. Cara was full-on crying now. "JAKE, YOU WEREN'T THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!", she cried. "THAT'S BECAUSE YOU SHUT ME OUT AND DIDN'T WANT ME ANYMORE! YOU WENT TO HIM INSTEAD!", Jake yelled back, on the verge of crying now.

The yelling didn't stop for another twenty minutes. Each threw each other under the bus with hurtful words and kept tearing each others hearts apart with those hurtful words. Finally, after a few minutes, both stopped yelling. Silence fell over the room again.

"Tell me this. Did you even love me in the first place? And if you did, when did you fall out of love with me?", Came Jake's voice. Cara was looking out the window now. She just wished that this could be over and that Marshall would come pick her up. She looked down at her phone where a reply from Marshall could be seen. All it said was, "I'm coming right now" in big letters. Silently, she prayed to whatever God there was and turned around to see Jake and answer his question.

"I was in love with you",she started,"But then you started going on more work trips and I met Marshall. He was good to me and still is. He does all the things for me that you used to do before we first got married." This broke Jake's heart. He didn't realize that she thought he was neglecting her. He was just on so many missions for work and ever since he got promoted to Captain that took him away even more. "Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you." He said.

He came over to her and pulled her into a hug. She didn't hug him back at first, but then started to after a few seconds.

They both missed this. Being in each others arms. It hurt too much to think that they neglected each other of this.

Jake pulled away and looked at his wife. Her makeup was smeared and almost washed away, but she was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He smiled at her sadly. "I think I know where this is going", he said quietly. She flashed a sad smile and nodded. Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him and took off the ring that he gave her when they got married. She handed it to him. "It was a great ride Jake." She said, taking a step back from him,"But I think it's time for us to end it. " Jake looked down at his shoes and nodded his head, not even looking at her.

"Marshall will pick me up in a bit. I'll have my lawyer send the divorce papers over."She said and then she was gone. Leaving Jake alone by himself, in the big office. He had a broken heart and he didn't know how he would be able to fix it.

They were once in love and now that love is broken. How will he ever love again.

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Prologue done and finished. This is in the process of being edited, so it may be a bit different when you go back through it again. Anyways, I'm planning on writing a series about this and hopefully I can post every other week since I'm out of college for summer break at the moment. I hope ya'll enjoyed my chaotic writing.

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #glen powell #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #pete maverick mitchell

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korewritingandstuff · 1 year

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To want

I feel it has been so long since the last time I wrote something, do I still remember how to do it? Am I still able to evoke feelings? (Was I even able once?), that could be solved with a beta reader, I know; but it deeply embarrasses me to think someone could waste their time reading my mess.

In other news, for recent events, I should have more time for getting bored or writing, there's two shots saved in my Drive since months! So I hope I can publish those soon! Luckily, I will be able for drawing too, it has been years since last time I tried it!

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In the morning, when the world wakes up and the sky opens its eyes, letting the sunlights of its gaze to cross the curtains, he would like to have it all.

Looking through the window, the extense green lands receive him, the lands full of trees, birds, war and graves. He would like to have it all, to have the whole world in his hand, to take all the happiness, love, pain and duty existent in it and devour it.

If he could, he would open his chest so his heart could fly, taking all the things for which he has been starving.

He would let his soul go higher than the mountains, sky and sun, higher than heaven and all known gods. Go as high as hard until the body that's painfully efimere and mortal felt as a god's body, rich of eternity.

The pain in his body is a awful reminder of his own mortality, his life being something insignificant compared to the size of his ambitions.

How painful is to live when any possible life will be a unsatisfactory travel.

A whisper on his ear, it isn't necessary to turn around to see that his lover is awaken.

"What are you thinking about?"

"About everything"

He's being understood, he knows it, his lover is as starved for the world's as he's, while other people would accuse him of avaricious; his lover smiles, takes his hand and with a low voice, admits he wants it all too.

They would recommend him calming down his cravings of glory and war, there isn't a better life than the one that's lived without expectations. But most of them doesn't understand- cannot understand that his yearnings are deeper than a choice, his yearnings for a life full of glory and adventures are his birthmark.

The eternal yearning for the life he cannot control is the tool that has shaped his best qualities and the sword that made room for his weaknesses.

And his lover is the same, the only one to understand those twisted parts of his mind, because both of them lay under the same dreams.

"You're awaken"

A kiss on his lips, he thought love was about calm and silence, he didn't expect a kiss from his lover would touch all the right notes of his soul to make it sing.

Another kiss and he feels alive, able to take it all.

"You're awaken and affectionate"

"You bring me back to live"

"Mmh? Really?" He laughs, incredulous "how does that work?"

There isn't right nor fair words to explain a love like that.

"Visit me in my deathbed and see how your presence does me better than any doctor"

"Visit you?" His lover snorts with amusement, "visit you? When it was me who has done the work of a nurse every time you get too close to death?"

"And you brough me back to life, didn't you?"

In the morning, when the sky opens its eyes and the room is filled with the sunlights of its gaze, he would like to have it all.

There's a pair of eyes, which look at him with affection, that makes him feel he can.

#historical john laurens #historical alexander hamilton #historical lams #who is who? idk I'm experimenting #sometimes lams isnt about love sometimes its about ambition #lams

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heyheydidjaknow · 2 years

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I have a very important question to ask about L.

You know that audio where he talk about the different types of monsters? He said he would likely be eaten by the monster "who lies" cause he IS that monster. No matter how many times I tried to understand it or link it with anything that's happened in the anime (I only watched the anime) I could never once understand it. I don't even know where it came from. Any ideas?

The clip comes from the Death Note movies, Death Note: Relight, which is, to my understanding, Death Note the anime but edited into a movie, with supplemental scenes to fill in for all the rest of the stuff you’re going to miss if you take a however long show and condense it down that far. The movie, from the clips I’ve seen, isn’t the most elegantly made thing in the world, and even though there are a couple neat things that they added— see the L funeral scene— it makes a couple decisions that I personally think are a little weird. Having said that, I think that there was intent put into that scene, so let’s do some good ol’ fashioned analysis!

Context: The scene opens on Near fuckin around with some dominos, reminiscing on L and his death and trying to figure out why he was defeated, leading us to a flashback. L is doing a Q&A type deal with some of the kids at Wammy house. One of the kids asks L whether or not there’s something he’s not good at/scared of. A kid tells that one off, saying that L isn’t scared of anything, but L pipes up saying that he thinks that he’s scared of monsters. He elaborates on this, giving the following speech:

“There are many types of monsters in this world: monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble, monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood… and monsters who always tell lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance; they are much more cunning than other monsters. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they eat even though they’ve never experienced hunger; they study even though they have no interest in academics; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such monsters, I would likely be eaten by it… because in truth, I am that monster.”

So, let’s start from the top. “Monsters who will not show themselves and cause trouble” can either refer specifically to Mello— the camera points to him during that line— or can be lumped together with “monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood” which would likely refer to the person L is typically used to dealing with in regards to his cases, people who do the things that they do for generally shallow, generally uninteresting reasons. For those lines, excluding when the camera is trained specifically on Mello, the camera doesn’t focus on anyone in particular, instead looking generally at the crowd of children; the implicit message is that these sorts of monsters, in the grand scheme of things, are relatively pedestrian, that while there is the occasional unusual character among them, they are largely uninteresting.

And then we get to the “lying monsters” portion. “And then there are monsters who always tell lies,” focuses on Near, sat a fair distance away from the rest of the children, who visibly pauses at the line. The line, and those to follow, are in reference to four people: L, Near, and Mello, which we know because of the next few shots. “They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart,” refers to L; we see L (or B, possibly, but seeing as the show doesn’t acknowledge him outside of the LA BB Murder Case I’m assuming it’s L) in the background of the scene, blending in despite his actively moving away from the group as opposed to socializing, unable to relate to them and therefore taking no effort to spend time with them. “They eat, even though they’ve never experienced hunger,” refers to Mello; he sits alone and away from the other kids, ignoring the food in front of him for the chocolate bar in his hand, perhaps symbolic of his general tendency to meaninglessly take and work for things he doesn’t actually need as if he does (ie success and superiority, surpassing L regardless of how it impacts him and his life); this hunger is also why, although he is lumped in with the other kids at the beginning, he was distinctly separate, because while his motivations are selfish and shallow, they motivate him a significant amount. “They study even though they have no interest in academics,” refers to Near, whose entire life is essentially dedicated to becoming L despite however he feels about detective work. He solves cases because he wants to be recognized, not because he has any passion for the work beyond its entertainment value, demonstrated by his only studying with a man over his shoulder, otherwise staring blankly at his computer. “They seek friendship, even though they don’t know how to love,” doesn’t have a clear link, but possibly refers to L and Mello seeing as the pictures children are blind and black haired respectively.

Note that all of these statements, to Near, are also true of Kira: after all, this whole exercise is meant to answer that first question of, “How was L defeated,” with this monologue being somewhat the answer. Kira poses as human and acts as if his motivations aren’t as monstrous as they really are. Kira eats despite never experiencing hunger, murdering those who have acted unjustly despite having never been a victim of serious injustice. He studies with no interest in academics, going about the motions of day to day life for the sake of appearance as opposed to any desire to improve himself. He seeks friendship for the sake of advantage as opposed to any love that he happens to feel towards any of the people he uses. He is, to Near, exactly who L has described as this worst, lying monster, which becomes relevant in the next line.

The camera cuts back to the kids from before, but from a wider angle, showing exactly how distanced Mello and Near are from the rest of the group, with Mello in particular almost looming over the rest of the group. This shot is maintained throughout the next line: “If I were to encounter such a monster, I would likely be eaten by it,” a line that all but Near take at least partial reverence to; after all, to Near, L was a goalpost to surpass, someone he wanted to be stronger than, not any sort of role model.

We finally focus on L’s logo for the last line: “Because in truth, I am that monster.” This line plays off a motif seen throughout Death Note, how L and Light are often reflections of one another. This statement is false: L, unfortunately, actually had some attachment towards people, held some things sacred, cared a bit too much, which is why he was defeated. He believed himself to be colder than he was, belied himself to be more impartial, and for his miscalculation, he was killed. As Near sets down his domino, the message is that Near is what L was not, impartial and uncommitted, half of the monster that could and would finally defeat Kira. He has found the flaw in his reasoning, and will now be able to not make that same mistake by truly becoming the monster necessary to defeat Kira.

But, that’s all speculation. Again, it’s not the most elegant speech: it’s also possible that the writers honestly believe L’s misconception and believe him to genuinely be all those things, which goes a bit against his character. If I had to give an explanation, though, without doing any research, that’s how I would. Hope this was helpful.

Edit: FORGOT TO MENTION THE MUSIC. The music in the scene is a track called “Taikutsu”, which translates to boring/dull/monotonous and contains what I’m calling the Light Guitar, which is the clean guitar that I’m fairly sure is meant to symbolize Light (though don’t quote me on that; I’m making that assumption after listening to the soundtrack isolated, not with any external sources) which is notable for a couple reasons. The first being used in a flashback that Near’s having, and helps reinforce the idea that Near generally doesn’t have an emotional horse in this race and is just quietly analyzing this speech on his own. He cares about all this the same way a student might look at an example paper; he doesn’t want to know why L failed because he himself actually cares about him, but because he doesn’t want to make the same mistakes in regards to Kira (hence the Light Guitars). The other thing is that if this is music that’s for L, it gives the idea that the perceived reality of his existence is one that he has already considered and accepted, and his sharing this information is not particularly of interest to him; he’s not saddened or distraught by who he perceives himself to be, but instead finds the whole thing uninteresting or irrelevant as a whole.

Alternatively, the sound designers on the project picked it because it sounded nice and fit tonally with the scene, which is also a possibility. But I felt like I should include that in case that isn’t the case.

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From Eden 💙

Chapter 2.5

Synopsis: 10 years after your death you reborn in the celestial realm, becoming an angel and protector of the gardens of Eden. You tried to forget your life in the Devildom but it seems that fate has other plans for you.

It contains:

Grammar mistakes. ಥ_ಥ

Angst?:(

Gn!Mc

LuciferxMc

Chapter 2

Lucifer was facing the mirror, he looked different. You once told him that everybody changes, even if they look the same. He sighed for the tenth time that day. Lucifer sat in his chair and carefully took the quill between his fingers, he stared at the blank piece of paper before him and his resolution began to falter. He swallowed, lifted his chin and started to write.

Dear, Mc.

It's been ten years since your death but I have to admit this to you, my love, it feels like a century has passed.

Sometimes I remember those days when you used to make fun of your own mortality, remember that? When I overworked, you would tell me how you could die at any moment and how bad I would regret not having stopped working to give you a hug.

Everytime you said that, my heart ached and no matter how many kisses and caresses you gave me, the pain wouldn't cease.

I always stopped my work to give you a hug, but you lied to me, my love. For I still regret not having hugged you more, perhaps that last time I shouldn’t have let you go, maybe you would be here with me.

I suppose you may want to know about my brothers, they are doing better now or at least they are trying. The first month after you left was pure chaos.

Satan's whole room was filled with books about how to revive death people. Beel didn't eat for a whole week and when he finally ate, he almost devoured the entire Devildom as he cried.

You would think Belphegor slept the pain away but no, he stayed awake in the planetarium looking your stars shine. He used to say that you were there. Leviathan and Asmodeus cried in their room, both tried to hid from reality. When they were about to sink they found each other, even when you're not here you bring us together.

Mammon took it worse, he was your “first” and he blamed himself. "I couldn't protect them" he repeated those words intensely like a broken record. The witches started to fear him, just imagine dear, they were afraid of Mammon because "He has the eyes of someone who has lost everything."

I didn't know what to do, I was scare of losing him too… but then, Simeon told us. You were reborn in heaven! You were alive! My brothers’ eyes, you should have seen that.

We thought you’d come back, we didn't want you to fall but maybe you could come with Simeon and Luke. But you did not. Why? I remember you were angry before your death. Diavolo brought another exchange student, the second phase he said. You told me how lonely you were feeling and how unfair it was that you were in the human world losing all the fun while we were hanging with the new human, you went as far as saying you would captivate them too.

I know you were joking, Mc. But maybe you’re still angry, is that so? Why do you keep torturing us with your absence? Why do you keep torturing me with the lack of love?

After your death, Diavolo said the exchange program would be "put on the waiting list”. I didn't know back then but that was his own way of mourning. Yesterday he told me that it was time to bring back his plan to unify the three worlds, but he seemed afraid. Something bad is happening. I know this is egotistical, love, but I wish you were here.

Please, come back. This may sound foolish but I'm sure that if I could see your face once more, I could die a happy demon.* So hurry up, come back to us, to me and when you see me, be sure to show me how much you’ve missed me.

With love, Lucifer.

*Yes, It's a line of "All I Want" from Kodaline. I was listening to it and my stubborn ass wanted to use it even if it didn't fit that much.

From Eden is also a song, from Hozier. 💜

This is not a replaced Mc au, that shit it's scary. (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Chapter 3. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me gn!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me fandom #obey me mammon #obey me angst #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor

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