#🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲 holds in the palm of my hands

[killuaisaprincess]

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[meownotgood]

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[grrrimmer]

replying to comments on my fic is truly my favorite thing to do it’s so relaxing n fun. i love

[3jane-rosen]

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[shellxrls]

ok ok i need u to bear with me because i have a strangely specific thought in my head of jj fingering you in anticipation of you squirting all over him. and it’s something along the lines of you lying on your back with your legs spread, and jj just has his fingers fucking the shit out of your pussy and he’s just all like:

“cmon baby cmon. i can feel it. i can feel it comin baby. almost there… there we go fuuuuck baby. thats so fuckin hot.”

but he’s not like mumbling. his tone is more conversational IF THAT MAKES SENSE IDK

jj lovers take this offering and accept me into ur society 🤲

- dally. 🧸

DALLY YES !! i accept you into the jj maybank society oh my god !!

he’s sort of humping you onto his fingers himself, jackhammering the thick digits into your tight hole and watching the arousal drool out, puffy folds overstimulated and rubbed red.

he can’t help but admire the way you’re convulsing, stomach tensing and body clenching as you paw at his forearms and protest with your features drawn into duress, wordlessly indicating the overwhelming state of arousal you’re in.

“shh, shh, baby c’mon jus’wanna see it— just once, c’mon i know you can squirt for me,” he silences you casually, curling his fingers faster and holding you down with the other hand, ignoring any further pleas of remission and effectively staring down your pussy instead.

“s’good for me huh?” he mumbles, most likely addressing your over-exhausted hole with the way he was eyeing the swallowed base of his fingers, “yeah she’s good baby,” he turns his attention to you, offhandedly remarking, “good for papa.”

to that your body jerks under his grip, tears crystallising at your waterline as you let out a cry, finally squirting all over his hand while pushing his fingers out from the intensity, the liquid pooling in his palm and dripping onto the sheets as he watches in utter fascination — pupils dilating in a combined reaction of shock and joy.

[marycorcaroli]

POSITION FOR YOU.

characters: scorpion (kuai liang), kung lao, raiden.

words count: 449.

warnings: fem!reader, 18+, missionary, 69, riding, pussy drunk kung lao, spanking, mommy kink raiden.

mary ♡: hope u like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes ♡

rules ; masterlist.

SCORPION ( KUAI LIANG).

missionary ! you're both too sweaty, but that doesn't stop kuai liang, he wants you to feel his warmth and the way his heart speeds up just by looking at you. your arms are around his neck, tilting you to kiss him sensuously, his hips thrust into you too gently, while his palms are around your cheeks and he strokes them with his fingertips. oh, he's so in love with you and it's wonderful. his lips move with yours as if in a dance, he lets you dominate him and do whatever you want. breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a loving gaze, kuai liang presses his forehead against yours, and with his hands he grabs yours and continues to thrust into you. he lets out a low moan, but most of all he wants to hear you and how good it feels to be with him now.

KUNG LAO.

69 ! he feels that this is the most comfortable position for the two of you, while your lips wrap around his throbbing cock and your palm helps, his tongue keeps licking you clean and biting your already swollen clit. his hands gently wrap around your hips and press a little closer to your face, your cheeks are already full of tears of pleasure and your moans are getting louder and louder. your mouth warms his cock and kung lao feels your left leg twitch again as he bites you, his jaw clenches again and his palm meets your ass in a rough spanking, causing you to moan. he likes this position because you can feel each other completely and the way you fit together like a puzzle.

RAIDEN.

the most romantic baby ! he doesn't care what position you are in, as long as he can touch you. raiden lets you ride him while your claws dig into his shoulders leaving a mark and some blood, your eyes stare firmly into his while your mouths make the most pornographic sounds. raiden holds your waist with one hand and strokes you gently while the other hand grabs your tit and starts rubbing the nipple knowing how much you like it. 🤲 raiden has cum a few times already but you still don't stop and keep finishing him off until he turns into a sobbing mess and starts saying "mommy...", mommy kink for days ! !

[yuwuta]

yuuta crumbs pls queen 😔🤲

here’s something from a fic that’s been kicking my ass as of late, it’s something i planned way back in february as a valentine’s day thing and obvs never got around to finishing it in time 😔 for context, yuuta’s been hit with a kind of cupid’s bow/lovesick curse that makes him act, well... more lovesick than usual. f2l because what's new around here

“Yuuta, stop!” 

He freezes, the tone of your voice shocking him to a complete stop—the desperation and anger in your cry reverberates through him and incites fear. Not the basal kind that makes him feel like he’s in danger; the kind born from anxiety; the kind that makes him terrified of losing you.

When he turns to you, it’s with wide, regretful eyes, and a strikingly meek demeanor, in complete contrast to his previous, eminent bloodlust. He unclenches his fist from Toge’s jacket, dropping him from his grasp to trudge towards you with laser focus.  

“Are you mad at me?” Yuuta questions, words desperate not unlike yours before, but far more rushed, and laced with an anxiety that isn’t unlike the normal Yuuta you know. He stops walking when he’s in front of you, tipping his head down slightly, leaving no room for you to look anywhere but directly at him, when he notices you trying to tip-toe to look past him to Toge, “Did I make you mad? Are you angry? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hate me!”  

He keeps pleading with you, begging you not to hate him. You’re not sure that he even knows what he’s apologizing for, but his mantra of don’t hate me, don’t hate me—I love you—don’t hate me rings loudly in your ears. 

His reaction confuses you. Had the way you called his name struck something this despondent and regretful inside of him? Can he even feel true regret right now?—you’re certain if you hadn’t stopped him when you had, he’d have hurt Toge, but he didn’t seem sorry about injuring his friend, only for making you upset. It wasn’t like a few days ago when your mere presence could catch his attention, make him light up and wag his tail like a puppy. You had asked for Yuuta to calm down before he grabbed Toge, but he was blind to your wishes this time—it wasn’t love that was fueling his actions anymore. 

His curse didn’t make sense before, but now it’s grown even more confusing to you. You don’t have time to ponder the abnormalities any further when you start to feel Yuuta’s cursed energy bubbling around you. He’s still crying for forgiveness, clearly remorseful of his actions, but his energy doesn’t wallow with him; it grows stronger with every plea from his lips, and eventually the room feels stifling because of Yuuta’s persistence and exclamations of love for you.  

“No, no—Yuuta, I don’t hate you,” you’re careful to call his name tenderly this time, despite your hurried actions to reach and cradle his face between your palms, “I never said that. I never would.”  

Almost instantly, he seems to calm, the room feels lighter, and he stops rambling for forgiveness once he hears your words. “You… don’t hate me?”  

“No, Yuuta, I could never hate you,” you tell him, gently, endeared by how placid he’s become after a shred of reassurance—and relieved to no longer be drowning in the threat of his cursed energy, “But if you love me—”  

“I do,” he interjects, raising a hand to wrap around your wrists, tilting his head down further into your palms; and his eyes sparkle now like a little kid who’s excited to share something—eager and grounded and certain, “I do love you, not if.”  

You pause, then smile. It’s impressive how chipper he is now when he was bordering on a lovesick-induced panic attack mere seconds ago. “Well since you love me, you can’t hurt the other people I care about.”  

Yuuta frowns now, moving his hands to peel yours away from his face. He lets go of your wrists only to wrap his hands around yours instead, holding them between your bodies. “But I don’t want you to care about anybody else,” he pouts, petulant, the childlike air around him now on the verge of a tantrum, “I love you, and only you. I want you to love me, and only me, too. Isn’t that fair?”  

His words are so earnest and bold, you’re tempted to believe him this time; almost tricked into thinking Yuuta is saying this of his own volition; almost flattered by his proclamation until you remember that these are the emotions and words of a curse, and not his own.  

“I can’t not care about my friends. They care about you, too—Toge cares about you a lot, so you can’t hurt him, or anybody else, not even for me.”   

You feel him squeeze your hands as his lips turn downwards in frustration. He’s quiet for a moment, weighing his options, and you carefully scan his face, hoping your words don’t resonate the wrong way. Luckily, after a minute, a small smile crawls onto Yuuta’s lips and his head perks up before he tells you, “Okay… if… if you care, then Yuuta cares!”  

“Well, that’s not...” you pause, when Yuuta’s grin widens, eyes crinkling from his smile and you don’t have the heart to stop it, nor do you have the capacity to stop him should you trigger another episode. “You know what, yeah that works.”  

“Because I love you!” he continues, moving his hands to rest against your shoulders, now happy and sure of himself, “Do you love Yuuta, too?”  

Your head jerks slightly, leaving you looking up at him owlishly when you realize this is the first time he’s asked you that question. Up until now, the cursed version of Yuuta has put the emphasis on his love for you, unconcerned about a mutual attraction. Even just now, his concern with Toge’s potential attraction to you was a new development—and his true concern seemed to be with how he could stop it, to ensure that you only felt his love.  

Things are changing. Yuuta almost hurt someone he otherwise considers a dear friend—he’s not just playing at pure love anymore—now there’s jealousy, and fear, and a possessive nature on the table, too, and you’re not sure what to expect next. His curse is inexplicably complex, almost impossibly human. You wonder how it’s at all possible. 

You know that Shoko advised you not to feed into Yuuta’s cursed feelings too much, but right now you can hardly see the line between your Yuuta and the lovesick version of him, and you won’t wait until that border is permanently blurred. If reassurance is what it takes to keep his feelings at bay, then so be it. You’re not scared of Yuuta himself, but you fear that he might hurt himself just to seek your approval and love. You can’t let him do that, especially not when he already has it.  

“Of course I do, Yuuta,” you reply, a wobbly smile with teary eyes because now you’re pleading with him, “Please, don’t forget that.”

[mianshijie]

-holds tiny aziracrow at the palm of my hand🤲

[thornsnvultures]

I'm obsessed with @mcbeanzontoast 's renfaire!Eddie and I had this little thought that wouldn't leave my brain so 🤲 take pls

Renfaire!Eddie sells little trinkets that he makes, carvings by Wayne that he hand painted, jewelry that he finds at antique stores and fixes up.

One year his booth is across from yours and he's smitten. Trying to sell his wares and not stare at you in your farie wings and a crocheted top you made yourself.

You've got farie wings hanging around the back and sides of your tent and crochet clothing on racks. Tables full of little yarn knickknacks and fantasy creatures. A line of dice pouches in front of your till that look like potion bottles.

He wants so badly to go over and talk to you but you and your lovely creations are being swarmed by the weekend masses and Eddie almost feels a sense of pride? A twinge in his chest that says, "You've worked so hard, you deserve it" and "I hope they keep coming so that smile never leaves your face".

Eddie does in fact get a chance to talk to you when he finds you inspecting a necklace. One of his favorites, he'd set the jewels himself after removing the old ones that had lost their luster. The glitter on your cheeks sparkles, sunlight bouncing between you and the necklace.

"Do you want to try it on?"

You gasp, your fingers jumping on the delicate metal as you look up at Eddie. The cramped space of the tent means the two of you are close, a breath away from touching though Eddie tries to keep a respectful distance.

"Oh! Um, sure." You look up at him through your lashes, holding the necklace in your palm. "Could you?"

Eddie swallows, his eyes wide on yours as he takes your offering. With a side step he's behind you, cautious of your wings fluttering in the light breeze blowing through the tent as he reaches around to drape the jewels around your neck. Your head tilts down, exposing the smooth column of your neck and Eddie feels the perverse urge to bite, to claim, to kiss you there and leave a mark so everyone knows this sweet little creature is his alone.

He swallows it down and fumbles with the clasp for a moment, sweat dripping down the back of his neck before the latch clicks.

"There," he smiles. "You-, it looks beautiful."

You turn around with a smile spreading on your face. Your eyes won't stop twinkling, it's messing with his head like crazy.

"You sure you're not buttering me up so I'll buy it?"

"Sweetheart, I'll give it to you for free."

Wayne would smack him if he saw him giving away merchandise just cause he though you were pretty. But he would. Fuck, he'd give anything for you to keep looking at him like that.

"Oh I couldn't. You can't- Here," you reach into the little coin purse tied at your waist and pull out enough to cover the price on the tag and tuck it into Eddie's hand. You tuck it closed and Eddie's heart races when you keep your fingers there, so warm and soft against his skin.

"How about you take me to dinner instead...,"

"Eddie. My name's Eddie. Munson."

'How about we go get some dinner, Eddie Munson," you flash him a brilliant smile, "after we close up tonight? That a fair trade?"

He nods down at you, his eyebrows raised, mouth slightly agape because, holy shit, he can't believe it.

Your friend calls your name from your tent and you finally let go of his hand, biting your lip as you wave goodbye.

Eddie waves back and when you disappear into your tent he crumples to the floor, squealing like a schoolgirl.

"Is he ok?"

Someone asks Wayne as they approach him with their purchases.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he does that all the time."

[hp-hcs]

Your fics are incredible! My friend wanted to know if you wrote for Pansy? If you do, a Pansy x gn reader would be amazing :D

absolutely i will write for my slytherin queen 😩🤌 and thank you so much!!

requests? 🥺🤲

paralyzer — pansy parkinson x gn! hufflepuff! reader

oh my godddd 😩🤌👑

underage alcohol consumption warning

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‘I hold on so nervously to me and my drink/ I wish it was coolin' me/ But so far has not been good/ It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should/ This club has got to be the most pretentious thing/ Since I thought you and me’

“Heyyyy, Y/N! How’zit goin’?!”

“Wonderful,” you drawl. “Now go drink some water before you die of alcohol poisoning.”

Cedric clapped you on the shoulder, giggling, before wandering off after a pretty Ravenclaw.

You sigh, downing the last of your drink and pushing yourself off of the wall you’d been leaning against for the last half hour, fully intending to make your escape to your dorm.

You weave your way through the throng of people, almost taking an elbow to the face when you pass by a particularly rowdy bunch. Scowling at the group, you aren’t even paying attention when you run smack into someone.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” An angry voice snaps. You turn to apologize and are met with the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen.

She rolls her eyes, her hands on her hips, and her pretty lips pursed in annoyance. “Of course it’d be a Puff. Pick your jaw up off the floor, sweetheart.”

She gives you a condescending pat on the shoulder and waltzes off, taking your entire heart with her.

‘Well, I am imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“Subtle, Panz,” Draco rolls his eyes.

“Oh Merlin, oh fucking Merlin, I fucked that up, didn’t I?”

Mattheo takes a puff from his cigarette, swinging his legs from where he sits on the edge of the bathroom sink. He watches Pansy pace anxiously around the empty second floor girl’s bathroom. “Yep, pretty much.”

“‘Pick your jaw up off the floor’? What was I thinking?!”

“You weren’t,” Draco supplies helpfully, leaning against the wall. “I mean, at least you called ‘em sweetheart. That’s gotta do something.”

Pansy groans and face palms. “Thanks a lot. Now how do I fix this?”

“Why are you asking us? This is your Puff-Stuff, not ours,” Mattheo says flippantly, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette.

“They don’t even know I exist!” Pansy whines.

“Well, they do now, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Oi. You better shut the fuck up.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Puff!”

You look up from your assignment, seeing, of all people, Pansy Parkinson leaning towards you from her desk. She smiles anxiously at you.

“Uh, hi…?” You ask slowly, quietly.

“I- uh- d-do you have a quill I could borrow?”

You hum, nodding. “Yeah, here.”

She grins widely. “Thanks.”

She takes the quill you hold out to her with utter reverence—much more respect than you would expect her to give to a five-sickle quill from a discount shop.

You nod, a bit baffled, and turn back to your work.

She waits, like she expects you to say something further. When you remain silent, she sighs, seemingly disappointed, and moves on to her assignment.

‘I hold out for one more drink, before I think/ I'm lookin' too desperately/ But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home/ If one thing really means one/ This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks/ That would be cool with me’

“I can’t believe it! I just sat there, like an utter dumbass-”

Cedric raises an eyebrow. “Here’s a wild thought: maybe she’s into you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ced,” you scoff. “She doesn’t even know I exist.”

‘Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place/ Or your place or my place’

“We are not friends,” Draco warns. “This is just an alliance.”

“Just so they stop acting so lovesick over each other,” Cedric agreed.

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“Hey, Panz,” Draco starts, interrupting his friend mid-tirade about they’re just so cute, and they loaned me a quill today in History when I couldn’t find mine. “Why don’t you just ask ‘em out?”

She stops her rant, speechless. “Are you insane?”

Draco shrugs. “Just like, send them a note, or whatever. What’s the worst that could happen? You said it yourself; they barely know you exist.”

‘Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you/ I wanna make you move because you're standin' still/ If your body matches what your eyes can do/ You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

Your eyes widen in surprise when one of the Owl Post owls drops an envelope onto the table in front of you. Plucking it up, you turn it around, finding no return address or name of any kind. Cedric leans over.

“Who’s it from?”

“Doesn’t say.”

“Well, open it!” Your friend, Hannah, exclaims. “You never get mail.”

You open the unmarked envelope, pulling out a piece of folded parchment. Scrawled on it, in Slytherin green ink, is a short poem.

I’m not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you. I wanna make you move, because you're standing still. If your body matches what your eyes can do, You'll probably move right through me on my way to you. - P. P.

Your eyes widen as you look at the initials, knowing immediately who it was. You look up, easily finding Pansy’s eyes from across the room. She looks startled, like she hadn’t been expecting to make such sudden eye contact.

You both blush and look away, smiling to yourselves.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

“I’ll admit, I didn’t expect that to actually work,” Cedric murmurs under his breath to Draco.

The pair watch as you and Pansy, paired together for a Potions assignment, laugh and mess around with each other on the other side of the room.

“Yeah. How long d’you think before Y/N realizes that Pansy only writes in black ink?” Draco muses with his infamous smirk, twirling his quill around and nearly knocking over his jar of Slytherin green ink.

‘You'll probably move right through me on my way to you’

[killuaisaprincess]

Snowdrops

Gon sits up straight, letting the snow fall off his back, as he gingerly takes Killua’s tiny hand and helps him sit up, his fingertips brushing against his shoulder, as Killua lets out a small noise.

“Easy.”

Gon keeps hold of his hand, gently smiling and brushing some snow off Killua’s nose, ensuring he’s okay.

Gon managed to save him from most of the pelting.

[soaps-mohawk]

(Gift for you 🤲🥺)

The heat had been bearing down on you for days, rendering you almost useless. Couldn't go outside for more than ten minutes, doing anything strenuous inside didn't fare much better when the air conditioning couldn't keep up with the stifling warmth.

"Love?"

Kyle. He's standing at your side, poking gently at your shoulder where you're sprawled face-down on the sofa in front of a fan with a wet rag on the back of your neck. He'd thought about laying a hand flat against your back to get your attention, but he was loathe to cause you any more discomfort with the heat he radiates naturally.

Turning your head to the right reveals a few folded-up paper towels and two popsicles in his palm, the wrappers already open because he'd peeled them all to find two of your favorite flavor. A water bottle, with electrolyte powder already mixed in, is perched on the side table where the tabletop fan is aimed at you on full-blast.

When all you can offer is a cranky whine of discomfort and a sad little 'thank you' as you accept the popsicles and immediately unwrap one, Kyle just gives a sympathetic smile. He decides that you need company - from a distance. He's not about to try and cuddle you, knowing you'd sooner beat him with a pillow than let him smother you in this state.

He snatches a throw pillow that had been discarded on the floor and flops down at the foot of the couch, laying parallel to you without transferring body heat, content to keep you company from his spot on the ground.

A few minutes go by in silence. He waits to hear the popsicle wrappers being set aside, listening to you gulp down some of the electrolyte mix before his voice, now muffled by the pillow, floats up to you.

"Y'should come down here. S'nice and cold."

He's right. The floor is cooler, more surface area to sprawl out, plenty of cold spots to crawl to when the floor absorbs your body heat and stops working to bring down your temperature.

It's less than fifteen minutes before the two of you are passed out on the ground, napping parallel to eachother, his hand outstretched just enough to hook his pinky around yours so he knows where you are even in his hazy, heat-induced drowsiness.

Like an otter holding paws with its mate in their sleep, so they don't float apart.

-🐰 (I am shy about sharing my writing ahshdhfh 😭)

Oh my god I love this so much 😭 Kyle really is the best boy. He's so attentive and sweet. He knows exactly what his SO needs, and what they don't want 😭 I can't he's so sweet.

And the bit about the otters 🥹 I love it so much omg. Thank you for blessing me with this I love it so much!!! 💚💚💚

[drabblesandimagines]

Happy future birthday, dear Gostdog!!💖💖 Wish you good luck in all your endeavors and a lot of inspiration!!🤲♥️♥️

On the occasion of your event can I request Barnabas x reader, please?👉👈

Thank you! 💖 Always down for Barnabas, please enjoy whatever this has turned out to be xx Barnabas Tharmr x female reader Fluff, but a little bit spicy compared to my usual works

Hot, open-mouthed kisses upon your neck pull you from your slumber aboard the Einherjar. You’ve been rocked to sleep as the ship had cruised through the waves, skirting off the Storm Coast.

Barnabas often liked to take to the sea – whether he ended up setting foot on land or not. It was only recently that he’d began to take you with him, kept sequestered in his cabin if he was not onboard.

You blink up hazily at your beloved, straddling you between his muscular thighs. He tsks as he cups your face, stroking a thumb delicately over your cheek.

“Happy Name Day, my sweet.”

“It is not even dawn-” he cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing the rest of your sentence. Barnabas has never been a chaste kisser - reluctant to pull away until he has left your lips swollen with nips of his teeth – but there is something else on his mind as he pulls away with a smirk.

“I wish to give you your gift.”

“Now?”

“Now.” He leans back up, pulling you with him by a firm grip on your wrist. The blanket falls from your torso, revealing your nightgown. “However, it requires you to be dressed.”

Barnabas watched as you quickly changed – he is not one to be kept waiting, after all. Once deemed appropriate, he placed one palm on the small of your back and took your hand in his other – not before pressing a kiss to the pulse point – and led you out of the cabin and up towards the deck.

The moon is full, casting an ethereal glow across the boards of the ship. It is deserted – not a single soul in sight as he leads you towards the stern. You’re not sure if this is the norm, you’ve never been up this late or early before, but a lone figure emerges at the ship’s wheel.

Sleipnir, of course.

“My liege.” He bows at Barnabas and then turns to you, bowing again. “My lady.”

“You are dismissed for now.”

“As you wish, my king.” The Lord Commander steps back with a nod, swiftly heading back down the deck as instructed. Barnabas guides you forward until you’re stood directly in front of the ship’s wheel.

“Word reached me that you have been quite interested in the Einherjar as late, my treasure.” He drops his head to murmur in your ear. It was true – you’d been curious about how it felt to handle, if it was nimble as it felt despite the speed it traversed the waves. “So, for your gift, I am going to teach you how to control her.”

He deftly interlaces your fingers with his and raises your hands, directing you to grasp hold of two of the wheel’s spokes.

“But what if I…?” He squeezes your hands, cutting you off again.

“There is a reason I decided now was the time - I would not allow you to put yourself in any danger. Do you recall what I taught you about the position of the stars?”

You nod, looking up towards the sky. You are no means an expert, but Barnabas had spent a night with you in the crow’s nest – learning how to navigate somewhat by the sky above and some other less educational activities...

“Good. Which way to Castle Black?”

You bite your lip in thought, trying to situate yourself before nodding your head to the left.

“Very good.” He presses a kiss to your crown, releasing his hands from yours, leaving them alone on the spokes. “Now, turn, my sweet.”

You tug at the wheel, coaxing it to turn slightly.

Another dry chuckle. “This is the Einherjar – Waloed’s flagship – she can take a lot more than that.”

You spin the wheel with a little more umph, your heart pounding as she begins to maneuverer – as smooth as when you are permitted to ride your beloved black chocobo across the wilds of Ash and encourage her to take the turns as tight as she can.

“A natural – as I should have known.” He wraps his arms around your waist then, pressing you against his chest. “Is it as you imagined?”

“More so.” You exhale, feeling invigorated as you turn the wheel again after referencing the sky, determined to keep on course.

The time passes in companiable silence – you held in Barnabas’ arms as you continue to steer the great ship home, dawn breaking over the horizon and the dock appearing as a spec in the distance and you turn the wheel with gusto, trying to head straight towards it.

Barnabas’ hand suddenly grasps the back of your head, tilting it slightly to the left before warm lips press upon your neck, hungrily, teeth grazing at your skin, only pausing when he reaches the spot that makes you moan and you jerk the wheel in a direction you didn’t mean.

“Barnabas…”

He growls as he retreats. “I find you irresistible always, treasure, but there is something about you steering the Einherjar…”

Sleipnir appears suddenly behind – stealthy as always.

“My liege?”

“Rouse the crew.” You are torn from the wheel and spun round, swiftly flung over Barnabas’ shoulder before you can form a coherent sentence. “It is time for my lady’s other gift.”

You raise your head to see Sleipnir’s bowed as Barnabas begins the walk back to your cabin at pace. “As you wish, my king.”

The crew do not question why the Einherjar changes course.

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

[inkluvs]

literally giggles and kicks feet ur so sweet <3

psps what’s ur fav emoji? for ur tag <3

omg tell me why i was so sure i followed u already and then i search for ur blog and i wasn't?? i adore ur writing babe ur so talented xoxo

— @inkluvs (ivy)

ivy!!!! thank you so much OTL

you're so lovely and my heart always does a little flip when i see you've posted something new, because you're the absolute best

[voxofthevoid]

I was already a GoYuu fan almost since the start of the manga (the two of them had just so much chemistry in my eyes that I couldn't help but fall for them immediately) but you've opened my eyes to the joys and Top!Yuuji (I was an only Bottom!Yuuji truther before finding your AO3 account) and now I can barely read Bottom!Yuuji anymore... What have you done to me (affectionate)!

I feel compelled to both apologize and hold you in my palms like a tiny sacred creature 🤲

On the one hand, it's always a delight to yank more people into the top!Yuuji train. A friend once called it my top!Yuuji agenda as a joke, and know what, I'll lean into it. Let's get that boy some hole!

On the other, there's so little of it, and as far as I know, I'm the only* active and prolific goyuu writer pumping out exclusive top!Yuuji fics. But hey, I do have over a million words written for JJK, so I'll be feeding you for a while.

Thanks, anon! I woke up to this ask, and it made my day ❤️

(*If this has changed, I'd be delighted tbh.)

[thewolvesof1998]

Hiii Wolf 💕💕💕

Sending you 5 my friend!

🌈💝🤍🤲💌

Hi Saturn my love!! <3

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

god this was such a hard one because of the 'no one would ever know' because the hardest would be the rodeo stuff in Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em but I think people would know that because I've talked about it but I can't think of anything else so it will have to do.

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

The crazy reaction I got for my Christmas fic They don’t know (your name is already mine). It got so much love, I didn't think it would get so well received so quickly!

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

I answered that here

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

I love expressing myself creatively, I love telling stories, I suppose it just brings me joy.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Chapter Four of They don’t know (your name is already mine) -my Christmas fic (okay I know it's late but this last chapter has been a bitch and the writing spoons have been sparse.) but I'm excited for the Christmas fluff and the Albert/Ravi that is sprinkled in:

The first thing Buck notices as he wakes is the hand in his, tightly gripping it, it’s so warm and makes his palm a little sweaty. He opens his eyes and instantly closes them against the bright light. He opens them again, this time slowly squinting until he adjusts to the light and the room comes into focus; the white walls and blue blanket. It takes him a moment to place where he is, a hospital room, memories of last night sluggish and like a puzzle missing key pieces, he remembers driving and the sound of screeching metal and…and Eddie. Buck’s gaze searches for him, he’s not far, curled up in a chair next to Buck’s bed, neck at an awkward angle that he’s sure to feel for the rest of the day, dark bags under his eyes and his hand tightly gripping Buck’s even in sleep.  Buck watches his husband -he’s still not used to using that word, Husband, he thinks he could use it for fifty years and it will always bring that same joyous feeling when the officant called them husbands- sleep for a few minutes until he gets impatient, he squeezes Eddie’s hands, “Eds wake up.” Eddie snaps awake, “I’m up, what-Buck!” He lends forward, “You’re awake,” Buck attempts to roll his eyes at Eddie stating the obvious but the motion sends a spike of pain through his skull, he winces, “You’re in pain, let me get the nurse,” Eddie says standing up, hand beginning to slide of his but Buck tightens his hold on it. 

Thanks for your asks!!! <3<3<3