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ayyy-pee · 4 months ago

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ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam.

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master.

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you.

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you.

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members.

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for.

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked.

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him.

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk.

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder.

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night.

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line.

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement.

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves.

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be.

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning.

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him.

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison.

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you.

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose.

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you.

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arlerts-angel · 5 months ago

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Could I get a sex on the beach with a cherry on top for Rin Itoshi? :) 💕

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍹 ⋅ 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 !

⟢ ingredients: 18+! mdni. ノ rin itoshi x fem reader ノ pwp ノ college au ノ hate sex ノ unprotected sex (piv) ノ cowgirl ノ creampie ノ rin is mean :( he literally doesn't touch you lol ノ bimbo-esque reader ノ some degradation: variations of slut, brat, whore ノ physically ambiguous reader ノ

⟢ wc: ~550

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was not an easy task. in his mind, everyone in his vicinity was beneath him — nothing but lowly pissants who make the mountains that he moves.

and when you did manage to get his attention, it wasn't very long... nor was it pleasant, but you had it, and that's what you wanted.

he'd scoff and act irritated beyond belief, like he was doing charity work to give you his time of day. you didn't care, though. you were determined to fuck rin itoshi.

"rin!! got a minute?" you ask, knowing his answer will be...

"i certainly don't have time for your shit..." you say in unison. he glares at your grin.

"tch. you're an annoying brat" he sighs, looking down at you with a bird's eye view of your cleavage. he grows increasingly irritated at the sight of your skimpy uniform, yet turned on by your physique.

his cheeks grew bright red and warm, and he hoped like hell you wouldn't notice both his embarrassment or the excitement in his pants.

nothing gets past you, though.

"what's wrong rin? you've never seen tits before?" you taunt with a devilish grin.

"don't talk to me like that. it's trashy. though i should expect nothing less from you" he quips.

"oooh! fiesty today!" you giggle, feeling a pool of arousal growing in your panties.

"shut up, slut" he groans exasperatedly.

"mmm keep going rin, i'm close!" you moan playfully.

"fuck's sake..! you're so desperate. if i fuck you will you piss off?! he asks annoyedly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"oh, absolutely" you reply with a smirk.

he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you to his on-campus apartment. his cock silently begging to be freed from the confine of his pants. he slams the door behind you then slams himself down onto the couch.

"you want to fuck so bad? fuck me yourself then, slut" he spits as he takes his cock out of his pants. his tip is red hot and dripping with precum.

"take a fucking picture, it'll last... wha– are you drooling?! tch" he grumbles.

you sit yourself down on his pretty cock, studying his face and moaning as you adjust to his size.

"mmm rin!" you moan, rubbing your clit while slowly moving your hips.

"you're this fucking wet? i haven't touched you... filthy slut" he hisses as his cock is enveloped by your tight cunt.

his eyes flutter and roll back as you slam yourself up and down his length, earning a few grunts and groans of pleasure. you grin and squeeze his cock tighter. "shit... just like that, right there" he groans and grips the cushions.

"nngh! rin! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out, feeling a jolt of electricity strike your clit as you reach your orgasm. your pace slows as you recover.

rin groans as he feels your cunt pulsing around his cock, then again when your pace quickens. "fuck..! ugh-!" he groans as his cock twitches one final time, then dumps his load deep inside you.

rin catches his breath while you gather your belongings. "as promised, i'll stop bothering you now" you grin.

"right, and don't even think about telling anyone about this, got it?" rin scoffs while he cleans himself off.

you nod, then see yourself out.

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note: this is my first time ever writing bllk/rin itoshi smut so please let me know how this was 🥺🤲 also forgive me if i'm rusty, i feel like i haven't written in ages !!

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi x reader smut #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin smut #itoshi rin x reader smut #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x reader smut #blue lock x reader #ᯓᡣ𐭩 mack writes

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etherealstar-writes · 9 months ago

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 11

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: eleven

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid

hey y/n

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

yeah?

the REAL karate kid

would you wanna come watch us

play at the semi-finals?

you don't have to if you don't want to

we'll completely understand

neev

but we'd really love you to

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

hold on

the semi-finals?

willybum

yeah

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

like the england vs sweden semi-finals

in two days?

stairway

that one indeed

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

like watch you guys play in person??

neev

yes!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

wait

aren't all the tickets already sold out?

the REAL karate kid

we'll send you a ticket for the friends

and family section

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

elton

so whatcha say?

neev

y/n bestie

you still alive?

it's been an hour ...

stairway

do i have to give you cpr??

kie

you don't even know cpr

stairway

you don't know that!

earpsy

you sure that's not an excuse to kiss her ...

stairway

of course not ...

willybum

WOAH wOAH

i dibs giving cpr then

stairway

AY NAHHH

BACK OFF WILLYASSON

willybum

THE HELL DID YOU JUST

CALL ME SUCKWAY

stairway

YOU TAKE THAT BACK RN LEAH

willybum

TRY ME GEORGIA

neev

hold on

i wanna give cpr!

stairway

SHUT UP CHARLES

willybum

SHUT UP CHARLES

brightness

i will literally shut all you guys up

permanently if you don't quit

fighting rn

rusty metal

i will voluntarily lend

you a hand in that

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

dam

i really enjoyed their bickering

i wouldn't really mind a mouth to mouth

cpr from you guys tho 👀

lotte

y/n!

i'm glad to see you're still alive

daily

y/n, hey!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i am very glad too lotte!

hey, rachel!

sorry my phone ran out of charge

and then i decided to take a shower

neev

Y/N BAE

you almost killed us with the suspense

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

you sure you don't need a cpr instead 👀

neev

i won't decline it if you're offering 👀

stairway

neev

ugh stop ruining it stanway

go away

stairway

never

meado

ignore those two

so you're chill with us being the lionesses?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i mean i'm still trying to comprehend how

i managed to get added in a chat full of

footballers but yeah of course

earpsy

blame that on ella

elton

um you mean thank

if not for me, we would've

never known each other

the REAL karate kid

wait hold on

shouldn't you guys be thanking

me instead

it was all because i changed numbers

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

before you guys begin arguing again

thank you all

how about that?

elton

we'll take it

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

good

now leave me in peace

i have a date tonight

ttyl

lotte

DATE?

willybum

HOLD ON

earpsy

HUH

neev

WHAT

DATE?!

HELLO ???

stairway

YOU'RE GONNA BE TAKEN??

BY SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME?!

elton

meado

oh god

here we go again

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

part twelve here

#lionesses x reader #engwnt x reader #woso x reader #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #niamh charles x reader #georgia stanway x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics

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totheblood · 1 year ago

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massive clinger n possessive ellie headcannons!!

havent done headcanons in a hot minute... if i'm rusty i apologize.. ai audios at the end!

clingy!ellie headcanons

clingy!ellie, who just wants to do everything with her girlfriend, so much so that she sometimes can't have fun if you're not around

ellie, who has resting bitch face until you show up, and then she's smiling from ear to ear when you appear, drawing you in for a hug

"c'mere, i missed you," she sighs into the side of your neck as she holds your body firmly against hers

"i was gone for five minutes, ellie," you remind her

"still too long," and she's nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck, pressing small pecks into the indentation of your skin causing you to groan

ellie, who literally walks with her hand stuffed in your back pocket

“why can’t we just hold hands?” you ask her one day

“this is easier,” she nonchalantly shrugs, “plus i like being close to you… and my hands get cold.”

when the two of you are over at dina’s, she’s pulling you into her lap, pouting as she says: “why are you sitting all the way over there? trying to get away from me?”

she just wants to feel you breathing sometimes… it calms her

so when you sleep together you have to sleep chest to chest, so she can feel the rise and fall of your chest, comforted by your breathing sounds

when she wakes up and you’re not there she groans, dragging her feet into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around your wait from behind

you hum as she presses a gentle kiss to your neck, pulling you closer to her with a sigh

“bed’s too cold without you…come back to bed”

“ellie,” you groan, because you have class in an hour and you want to get there early, but you know she’s gonna win

“just for thirty minutes,” she groans, and then she’s pleading, “pleeaaaseee…”

“ugh, fine,” you turn around to face her, giving her a stern look, “but only for thirty minutes”

“you’re too good to me,” she says right before kissing the tip of your nose

she’s always begging for more time with you, no matter how much time you’ve spent together

spent 3 hours together? what’s 3 more?

24 hours together? there can always be an extra hour you two spend together

and you let her, because even if you don’t admit it, you secretly like it

she always finds the things you have to say interesting, hanging onto the edge of her seat listening to you talk about the most mundane shit like it’s the coolest thing she’s ever heard

she told you once: “anything that comes out of your mouth is so interesting to me. you could make sleeping sound interesting, or maybe i’m just crazy and in love with you.”

“crazy in love with me?”

“no crazy and in love with you…”

when you have to spend time away from her back home she’s pacing her room, unsure of what to do with herself

it’s late at night and she wants to tell you goodnight and talk about how your day went, but she doesn’t want to be annoying

she decides fuck it, she’d rather hear your voice than go to bed angry

so she’s biting her fingernails as she calls you up, heartrate quickening every ring you don’t answer

but then you do and she’s taking a big sigh of relief

“i’m sorry for calling so late at night… i needed to hear your voice…”

she knows she’s borderline possessive… okay she’s pretty possessive… but she can’t help

she makes it a point to use “my girl” as frequently as she can

“me and my girl are going to see barbie on opening night.”

“my girl is so fucking funny, you have no idea”

or the “you’re so pretty, my pretty girl”

it also becomes a problem when she finds herself convincing herself that everyone who meets you, wants you

because how could someone know you and not love you?

so she comes off as stand-offish around your friends, dissecting every behavior they do towards you and trying to convince you they are in love with you

“ellie, she just offered me a ride home…”

“yeah, sure… it starts with a ride home, but before you know it she’s begging to eat you out”

“ellie, oh my go-”

“hey, i know what it’s like to have a crush on you. i know when other people are crushing on my girl.”

you have to admit it does help your ego

possessive ellie who can never leave your side at a party, grip tightening when she sees some jack ass staring at you

when her fingers dig into your side you turn to look at her, a worried look on your face when you notice her tense jaw and eyes trained on some guy

“you’re okay?” you tentatively ask, causing her green eyes to flick to you

“yea, dude’s got a staring problem…” she says casually, rolling her eyes

deciding you want to calm her down, you kiss her cheek..

“i love how you look out for me, els,” you smile, causing her cheeks to redden as her gaze softens

“i just- i can’t stand how they’re looking at you…”

“i know, baby,” you coo as you rub her shoulder, “but i’m yours and yours only, you know this.”

this causes her to physically relax. you can see how her whole body just gives into your touch

“you’re all mine,” she smiles, tight lip leaning into properly kiss you

#Anonymous #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot

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islandiis · 2 years ago

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Fannar nods in understanding, watching very intently and doing his best to read their patterns. They are beautiful, though he quickly finds himself struggling to tell them apart as they shift and move past each other — it must be something that comes with time and familiarity, as Hikaru had said. He can see, at the very least, the way some of them hang back and some are more eager, which he supposes is one indication of their vibrant personalities. Admittedly, he has never really thought before about fish having distinct personalities. With fishing being such an industry in Iceland, it's too easy to think of them as distinct from animals, unfeeling. He'll definitely have to write about this, when he is back home. How fascinating.

"I must admit, I think these sorts of things call to me more than — well, cities, and such. I-I do love to see new places, of course, including new cities, but... Things like this are very peaceful. It's nice." Then, with a smile, "Thank you for sharing it with me."

It always feels like a privilege. Fannar watches as the fish disperse after their feed, and then he looks between Kiku and Hikaru with a polite smile; careful not to laugh, lest he come off as impolite, but he can't help but think of some of his loved ones who have definitely fought over snacks before.

"If I can help at all, with anything, I would be happy to," He starts, although his ears prick up almost immediately at the sound of loud, excited voices. Kiku leaves, and Fannar is quick to hold his hands up with a little smile.

"N-no, not an inconvenience at all! I'm very excited to meet them, actually." It might be a bit of an experience for them, too — he wonders how familiar they might be with Iceland, since it is so small, and so far away. He expects that quite a few questions might arise there — and he has some of his own, for them! It would be nice to meet them. Fannar stands, and keeps his hands clasped politely in front of him. "If I can help with anything, please do just let me know, though."

islandiis:

Fannar nods along, not appearing at all perturbed by the idea of wrapping the plants in bubblewrap; if it was necessary, then it was necessary. The fact that he also knows precious little about gardening probably also helps. He does wonder, vaguely, what it must be like here in winter. Especially compared to home — Is it much colder, or would it be comparable to Iceland? He wonders what it must be like, too, to have plants that will actually grow. Yes, there are greenhouses back home — but they are mainly used for vegetables and produce, not flowers, not plants. Parts of Iceland are certainly lush, but in a different way; all moss and crowberries and birch which grows to the ground.

Fannar is brought back to reality when the doors are opened, and the smell comes with it. While he would describe the smell as pleasant, he also knows it could easily aggravate his chest should he breathe it too deeply in; he’ll content himself with the fresh air outside.

“They have different personalities?” He echoes, and Fannar shakes his head. “I didn’t know that. Is it… Are they easy to tell apart? I am afraid I don’t know much about them.”

Although, he’s quick to add, “Though, I understand not naming them, in that case. I think I would do the same thing — I would hate to give them a name they don’t like.”

The suggestion comes abruptly, but Fannar’s eyes - sure enough - do just light up. It would be the first time he had seen something of this nature, and he can imagine it would be quite fascinating; but again, he doesn’t want to appear too eager. He tucks a lock of hair back behind his ear while Hikaru retrieves their food, but the traces of nerves dissipate into curiosity once the fish begin to gather.

Do they know who Kiku and Hikaru are—? He had never really considered the possibility, or given it much thought. The extent of his own experiences with fish were in the seas around Iceland - even then, most often by proxy through his seamen - and koi were completely foreign to him. They seem so much more like pets than haddock or cod are, if they are able to form relationships like this.

He hangs back, but watches with great interest as each fish rises to it’s food. The markings are beautiful, and he can see now how unique they are, as well; even if their personalities were all the same, they’d be distinguishable in their looks. How amazing!

“They are so beautiful,” he says, mesmerized. “And they must be intelligent, too. They seem very comfortable with you.”

Hikaru can feel Fannar’s enthusiasm– or at least, he’s pretty sure he can feel it. It’s a vibe in the air, but not enough to disturb the fish into being too nervous to come get their meal. Kiku lingers in the doorway of his own room, though; he’s the only one they don’t seem to like, which he’s accepted as an ongoing trend among pretty much everything in nature. Except, of course, the little white fluffball of a dog that follows him around. Even Momo seems careful not to disturb the feeding, and keeps closer to the wall than the edge of the veranda. She comes to a stop right beside him and sits down patiently while he fidgets momentarily, watching Hikaru from afar.

"I think at first it would be difficult to tell them all apart, but I have spent so much time with them that I can tell by their patterns which one is which. I found out their personalities much later on, and it took quite a while to get them this comfortable,” Hikaru explains, taking a few moments to watch the group. A few of the more shy fish always approach last, when the more aggressive ones have had their fill, and he is ever patient with them just to make sure none are left out.

“Whenever you want to visit, I would love to be able to share more of these sorts of things with you. It is not often we get visitors who prefer the more calm aspects of our life here. Understandably, a lot of visitors prefer doing things a tourist might do.”

Regrettably. Though they certainly don’t hate partaking in “tourist-y” activities for the wonderful (or not so wonderful) trips down memory lane said excursions can provide, they are simply too old for it sometimes. Being able to share something in a more calm environment suits them both a bit more at this age, and it’s certainly more authentic than something meant to appeal to visitors.

“ね、光くん。 When is feeding time for us?”

Kiku’s question was expected, but Hikaru couldn’t help laughing a little. It hadn’t even been that long since he got home!

“I suppose I should get started soon… I may have to get some extra ingredients, but it should not take long if so. And there are plenty of snacks to have… but please remember to share.” A pointed look was given to Kiku as the fish all went their separate ways after the last bit of food was handed out. He’s behaved so far, but Hikaru knows he can be greedy with snacks, and the whole family wasn’t even home yet.

“By the way, I should mention that–”

Too late. Pochi and Momo were already scrambling to get to the front of the home again, and now there were more voices. Loud and excitable, the kind that could only belong to children. Before Kiku could move, Hikaru was off to go wrangle them himself– and ask them in very firmly worded terms to please be on their best behavior around their company!

“We’ve got a few little islands north and southwest of our main islands that have ended up here. One of my students from the base collects them from school for me since I’m usually late… I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience. Children can be a bit overwhelming, especially our oldest…” The last thing he wanted to do was cause unnecessary stress for Fannar, especially since half of their youngsters (the half that Kiku himself spoiled rotten, incidentally) tended to ask a million questions each whenever new guests came by.

#in character.#kyokkou #I AM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG #Fannar is so excited heheh #I think with Hikaru and Kiku he's already like “island friends!” and now even more :'))#also it's def going to make him think about Vestmannaeyjar and Grímsey...#and omg I LOVE THIISSSS I love the way you thread the backstor and folklore throughout and UGH #your writing is so good #I'm so excited heheh #I am sorry this reply feels a little weak on my end I am a bit rusty myself @_@“”

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yellowwwcrayon · 1 month ago

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genderswap AU (always a woman!Logan x Wolverine Origins!Wade)

A related thought I had a few days ago.

Warnings for the below - mentions of past child SA from Wade's uncle.

"Icebreaker question, when did everyone lose their v-cards?" Wade asked as annoyed groans broke out all around the campfire. Their new CO stood and walked off into the pitch black night without so much as a wave for good night.

Rude.

"Alright, now that the 80-year-old virgin has left the chat, how about the rest of you handsome devils, hmm?" He grinned at the sullen faces reflected in the fire's glow, shiny with sweat and gun oil and probably dried blood. "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to get to know my new teammates better. We just annihilated a whole ass cartel together, time to whip out some mimosas, gossip about our sordid pasts and braid Victor's chest hair."

Victor's jaw twitched as he zipped his vest up over that impressive plumage. The woman sitting next to him, the only woman in their little ragtag team of homicidal freaks mind you, snorted and lifted the lukewarm beer she'd been nursing for the past fifteen minutes up to her face. He watched her take a long swallow, some of the foamy white liquid sloshing over the corners of her mouth and meandering lazily down the olive skin of her exposed neck.

Fred cleared his throat, "sixteen. She was my high school sweetheart."

"Sickening," Wade commented after a pause, ripping his gaze off of Logan and picking up his own forgotten beer, "I'd like to say twenty," a few disbelieving laughs echoed through the men, "but officially, twelve and a half, to a weird uncle on my dad's side at a Christmas party."

Zero made a face.

"Why twenty?" John asked from beside him.

"Oh just because of how earth-shatteringly good it was," He kicked his legs out and rolled his shoulders back, acutely aware of Logan's eyes on him across the flickering fire, "you see, I was but a simple innocent Canadian boy before I met her. After, I emerged a man."

"You are so fucking weird," said Zero.

"Hush, Jimin, I'm telling the story here."

"Jesus."

"My car, well, it technically wasn't my car. I stole it off of a drug dealer south of the border, but I digress. Anyway, it had broken down on the side of the road in Albuquerque, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and I was seriously contemplating trading my tight ass or hot mouth for a ride to the nearest town when my goddess, my princess in shining uh- plaid shirt and jeans, came barreling down the dirt path in this rusty pile of scrap metal-"

"Your princess sounds like a dude," Fred interrupted. "It was a man, wasn't it? I can already see the punchline coming from a mile away."

"Are you gay?" Zero asked, "you seem pretty gay."

Bradley, who had been listening quietly next to Logan this whole time, finally choked on his drink and dissolved into a coughing fit. She reached over and thumped him a few times on the back, her gaze never leaving Wade's face. He stared back.

"Sorry to disappoint, Suga sweetie, but I'm strictly into pussy due to the creepy uncles."

Zero's nose scrunched. "Ugh."

"Anywho, out hopped this beast of a woman," Wade went on, “she was fucking gorgeous, legs for days and tits the size of my head-"

"Singular or combined?"

Wade gawked at him. "Fred, what the fuck?"

"What?" He shrugged, "your head's not that big, Wade."

"This is a shitty story," Zero complained, folding his arms over his chest.

"As big as Logan's melons, ok? Stop interrupting me."

Everyone turned to stare at Logan, whose breasts strained against the sweat-stained wifebeater she was wearing, one black bra strap peeking out from over her left shoulder. She lifted an eyebrow at them and took another sip of beer. Beside Logan, Victor growled, sounding like a backed up motorcycle.

"That's pretty big," Fred finally nodded, "go on."

(Taking a short break from work to relax my brain and free write a bit. Yes, the mystery woman from Wade's story is Logan. They hooked up before they ran into each other again with Team X.)

#i'll probably add more later #in the reblogs #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #deadpool 3 #deadpool & wolverine #deadpool #deadpool x wolverine #logan howlett #wolverine #wade wilson #deadclaws #wolverine origins

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kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit · 6 months ago

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I really like your Nefero. How about a story where he helps femReader with her look. Like, one day, I'm talking fashion disaster. Reader is going through it and to make things worse it's picture day! And Reader and Nefero planned also do it couples photos! When Nefero gets a call from his girlfriend that in desperation, he comes to recuse with a army of help from his home's staff

Thank you for your time.

Thanks for the request (^v^)

This sounds AMAZING!!

Love our fashion couple,this is gonna be good.

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Male! Nefara x fem!reader

Prompt- reader has a bad makeup & outfit morningd and needs immediate help from her boyfriend and it's senior picture day with also couples pictures in the next few hours! We have code fashion emergency

Using [Name] as substitute for (y/n)

Fluff/ comfort/kisses

Nickname for the reader- my jewel or my queen

(Readers Nickname for nefero in here with I'll probably use from now on for any fics with him hehe)

(H/c) Hair color

(H/t) Hair type

(There's not that much fanart so I'm using what I find so it may repeat sometimes.)

*Art not ime found it on pinterest*

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It's 6:30 am senior picture day and a ghoul is stressing more than ever before.

We see [Name] in her lush (f/c) bedroom, she is seen frantically rushing back and forth to the mirror and the closet, she holds up different skirts and crop tops in a rush.

"What to wear what to wear"

She tried one look "ugh no" and another "disgusting" and one more out of a hundred she had tried on "this is unmatchable and not what I need for our photo shoot"

She wears shorts and a crop tank top to help her see easier what would work but as she picks up and throws clothes all around it's quickly becoming stuffy in the room.

She curses under her breath and instantly thinks "maybe if I do my makeup first I can pick my picture Day outfit more easier" rushing to her vanity , picking up the essentials she quickly makes a base for her eyeshadow, she looks through her drawer picks up the eyeshadow pallets she recently got from her boyfriend as a in his words "a pallet with reds and greens that show my two favorite thing, money and you since you are my scarlet fire that burns within me"

She smiled as she applied the vibrant and rusty colors on her eyelids. Moments later she looks at herself and frowns

It all looks wrong. The way it looked so smeared like a toddler was the one to help her, the shimmers were all over the place, the blend was outrageously horrid and why did she start with red instead of green to be easier to show up!

"Ughh what is going on with me!" She screeched throwing the makeup brush strongly to the ground, [Name] grabs the makeup remover and reusable rag and dunks a ton of it, she sneers at her reflection. Then vigorously wiped her face in anger.

Stopping for a second looking at herself again she noticed her long (h/c) (h/t) was not as good now as when she started this horror show.

Tears start to sting and drip down from her cheek down to the vanity "w-why now *sob* i- I can't be this bad at doing something so easy...it's second nature to be good at this *snif* *hiccup*"

She looks at the clothes discarded on the floor and walks to them, "i need to call Nefie *sniff* i-i need him" she thought of how they were supposed to be doing a couples photo shoot and she wouldn't disappoint him it was special for him and her

Going through the piles of clothes she finds her phone in the small plush seat she had in front of the mirror that got forgotten at the start of her panic.

She drops to her knees onto the soft lavish rug she got as a gift from him as she makes the call.

RING RING-

it takes only two ring for her loving boyfriend to pick up the phone "my jewel good morni-" he stops as he heard her sniffling "WHO HURT YOU" he demands making her slightly laugh be it breathy between sniffles "N-no one Nefie I'm *sigh**snif* I'm having a terrible time getting ready and- can you come I need you here" her voice was soft yet rigged, tired & honestly done with today even if it hadn't started "I'll be there in five" he states before hanging up

5 minutes exactly [Name] hears the familiar sound of Nefero's limo and another one?

And as fast as she question there where rapid footsteps going up from the stairs and straight to her room "SLAM" the door opens to reveal Nefero dressed as handsome and beautiful as he is with dark green velvet bell bottoms with a matching suit, a dress shirt opens to reveal his chest, adorn with layered golden dainty necklaces with one that had a crimson red diamond to represent his darling.

"My queen" he said with extreme tenderness Nefero gets on his knees and embraces her in his strong gentle arms, caressing her back as she cries new tears not of frustration as she did only moments ago but of happiness that he was here to comfort her and help, truly touching to her ghoulish soul

She hugs him tight her grip strong it seems to dumb but this is just good

"Take deep breaths with me jewel" and she did in and out, holding him and vice versa after a few minutes she lifted he head up and looked at his purple eyes, smiling "thank you for being here" [Name] leaned forward and kissed him, broke the kiss "whatever the cost I'll gamble my way yo see you" he proclaimed "now let's help you up" taking her by one hand and another on her back he pulled her up from the ground.

Nefero looked at her up and down "now let's see what we can do, you up for being my model this morning?" Grinning [Name] replied "always... especially now haha"

Nefero claps his hands and comes in a group of professional fashion artist, makeup artists.

"Now let's get this going for you my queen" he took her hand and lead her to her vanity that was immediately cleaned out except for foundation, pallets and other things, Nefero sat her down went straight to the makeup artist told him the theme, the artist came in front of [Name] and got straight to work.

He did greens & golds with red shimmers and eyeliner that could kill and lashes that fitted on top of the ones you had.

Nefero was seated next to you as the fashion artists worked and got his approval for dresses, skirts, tops all while having one hand on his lap and the other on your thigh,squeezing just right, every once in a while when he found something he definitely approved of being a specific dress or looking at the progress on your gorgeous face but mostly looking at your lips.

"I'm loving this my jewel~" he held a hand to his mouth practically foaming, looking at her made his mad and week at the knees, the overbearing feelings to just worship her as many did when he was alive was a thrilling feeling he liked, to be on his knees for only her~

"Thank you Nefie~ I like anything you put or take off me" She lowered her tone leaning towards his face as the makeup artist was looking for something to the far side of the long vanity

Nefero blushed, his eyes filled with desire. He took a long breath, his chest heaving, hands itchy to touch.

"Alright just the setting spray and we are done" they came back and sprits her face.

"Good now for my favorite part♡" Nefero jumped up from the chair took [Name]'s hand and to the front of the tall mirror, there were three stylists holding different clothes that she hadn't seen before which means Nefero had for sure got for her before the original mess.

They were lined up with one holding short and long dresses, the second holding short skirts and long shirts, the third holding tops cropped and not.

Nefero went up to the first one and said "my jewel this one if most definitely for today" he held up a red velvet short dress with a backless heart and a green velvet bow that tied around her waist, he signed for everyone to leave.

" i thought the green would be a good reminder that you are my crimson fire and I will always be the fool who marchers toward it holding it for warmth" he held her face delicately, [Name] smiled " and I'll for the rest of my being subside my radiant flames to keep you within my embers"

They embrace each other with a kiss soft and warm just the way they liked

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At the room for the pictures it was empty after everyone had gone, the happy couple liked that it was just them.

And as they held eachother close & intimate, smiling calmy just enough it reach their eyes you could see a glint in them both since they only looked at eachother.

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Nickname for nefero is Nefie

I'll fix some grammar that passed me later but here it is!

@myjerseygirlblog

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sinsatmidnight · 10 months ago

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30 Years Later

Pairing – Kim Minji (JiU) x Male Reader

Words - 3101

Sins – Smut, oral, sumata, shower sex

So...it's been a while. I have not been keeping up with what goes on Tumblr, I have to admit, and nor have I read any (most? I may have read a couple during this period) of the many stories that people have started after I stopped. I'm inevitably rusty, but I had this draft I started a long while back that I somehow got into the mood to finish, so I figured I may as well post it, just for fun. Maybe someone will enjoy it. Hopefully you like it if you read it! And no, I don't expect a significant uptick in activity from me, but I may pay more attention to some of the other stories being written. Working on this was not quite the healthiest thing (because uh, I may have overused a certain part of my body the last couple of days) and let's just say one of the reasons I'm posting this is because it already had a significant bit written. But I kinda wanna subject myself to more of this...abuse(?) now. Ugh I'm rambling, but anyways, hope everyone has a good day (or night)!

(2130 hours, 20 September 2220, Eternity)

It started out muffled. The droning sound breaking into your consciousness, jolting it to life. You have no idea what it is. Or where you are, for that matter. Your eyes are closed. But your ears are sharper now that your mind is actively concentrating on listening.

A voice. Female. You can’t make out words but she sounds calm. And then your eyes slowly open, almost as though forced open by an outside force. That’s when you remember.

“Condition is stable, consciousness gained, cryo pods are opening.” That calm, droning female voice comes through clear to you now. There is a soft hiss as the transparent door of your cryo pod slides to the side. The light outside your pod is quite soft, and yet at the moment to your eyes, it is blinding. Disoriented by your awakening, you lay in the gel bed as you try to get your bearings.

“Eden? Status update…oh, and what is the current date and time?”

The ship’s AI, Eden, responds in the electronically generated calm tone that all shipboard Ais use. “Welcome back, Commander. All of the Eternity’s systems are currently running optimally. All crew members are in good health. It is currently 2130 hours, 20 September 2220.”

Your mind does the math easily despite just coming back from the induced cryo-sleep. Thirty years. Well, that would be right. Crew members were supposed to be woken up after thirty years to run manual checks on the ship’s condition and look over all data collected automatically by ship sensors and the AI. They stay up for two weeks and then go back into cryo-sleep. And after the first thirty years, this is repeated every five years.

Your mind remembers that crew members aren’t woken up alone, they’re normally woken up in pairs as an additional safety measure. One person who can handle technical or mechanical issues on the ship, which in this case is you, and one more person who is medically trained to check on the sleeping crew and in case of medical emergency.

Your gel bed is softening; rapidly melting as you defrost and becoming less of a gel and more of a slime. A marvel of human technological ingenuity; the clear gel froze quickly, was non-toxic in case of accidental ingestion, while also serving as a shock-absorbent and anti-bacterial bed for cryo-sleep.

You need to get out and check who else was awakened with you. As your hands reach and hold on to the sides of the pod, you realise that you have an erection. Your mind immediately jumps back thirty years prior, to the minutes right before the crew enter cryo-sleep. It might have been from thirty years ago, but those are your last waking memories and they feel like just minutes ago instead.

You remember undressing before you enter your cryo pod; cryo-sleep has to be done naked and trying to unpeel clothing frozen to a person for years is painful. And that was when your eyes caught sight of the occupant of the pod opposite you.

With long dark hair and incredibly kissable lips, combat medic Kim Minji drew attention wherever she went. She was tall, gorgeous and had a body that drew a reaction from your own. As you watched her unzip her white bodysuit and slip out of it, stripping off her underwear and getting naked, you felt the blood rush to your penis and you were glad that she was too preoccupied with her own cryo-sleep preparations to look over at you. You ended up getting frozen before your erection could soften.

Back in the present, another female voice that definitely wasn’t Eden’s cuts into your thoughts. “You’ve had that for thirty years, Commander?’

As you stumble out of the pod, the melting gel dripping all over the floor, your eyes immediately catch sight of Kim Minji’s naked body standing outside her pod, the clear slime dripping off her body and giving it a shimmering sheen under the soft white lights of the cryo chamber. You quickly realise two things: that Kim Minji is your medically trained partner that you’re going to be alone with for the next two weeks and that your erection won’t be going down anytime soon despite your embarrassment at getting caught. You technically outrank her, but that doesn’t matter when there’s just two people awake on the ship.

Minji’s gaze is fixed upon your groin and very obvious erection and a smirk plays on her red lips. “Oh, Minji, I-“

Before you can think of an excuse, Minji cuts in. “Thanks for the compliment, I guess. I’ve never had a guy have a boner for me for that long.”

You smile sheepishly and try to change the subject. “Let’s go wash up before we start work.” At the far end of the cryo chamber was the doorway to another smaller room. A shower chamber with a row of showerheads which to wash off the slime with warm water before you got dressed. There were no partitions, they didn’t bother with them, given that everyone is naked in the cryo chamber anyway. And anyone outside the showers can see into them, given that the walls and doors are made of transparent shatter-proof glass.

You drip clear slime onto the silvery metallic floor beneath your bare feet and the metal doesn’t feel cool to your touch, but given that you were completely frozen minutes ago, that’s understandable. The two of you make your way towards the shower chamber, walking past the other cryo pods which stand up at 45-degree angles, glancing at the naked bodies of other crew members stored in cryo-sleep within them. The water from the shower feels warm to you, a nice comfortable temperature. Minji is next to you, the water flowing over her naked and fit body. It's not helping your erection. Her voice cuts into your thoughts. "I can feel some slime on my back still, could you help me scrub it off?" You hesitate for a moment but then your hand reaches forward and runs over her smooth back, swiping the slime off. You feel Minji's body shiver at your touch, and she lets out a soft moan.

You are sure that your erection is pointing straight up now. Not that it wasn't before, but this situation is just prolonging it.

"Oh, that's nice. Can you do it a little lower, please?" She asks, and your hands move further down. Your hands are caressing her pert ass now, the soap lather coating it and making it feel smooth. Minji is letting out soft moans and you are enjoying touching her. As you wash her ass, your fingers stray between her legs, rubbing against her dripping vaginal folds. She is wet and it is not the water causing this.

"You're doing a great job, Commander. But there's a lot more I need you to wash for me." You turn her around so that she is facing you. You look into her eyes and she is biting her lower lip. Minji has a perfect pair of breasts, firm but soft and a nice handful. They are covered with soap lather now and you find your hands moving forward to massage her tits. You pinch her pink nipples, feeling her tremble as you touch her. Minji leans into you, her wet body pressing against yours. She feels hot to the touch, as though her temperature has gone up.

"Look, I really feel like I should help you with that boner of yours." Minji whispers breathily. "Can I do that for you, Commander?" She has already reached down and taken your hard length in her hand, her thumb rubbing the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had gathered. She gives your cock a gentle tug, and it takes all of your willpower to not cum on her right then and there.

"Fuck, Minji, that's- that's fine." You let out an odd mix of strangled gasp that ends in a muttered assurance, as her soft hand continues to firmly stroke your erection.

"Thanks, Commander. I appreciate it." Minji presses those incredibly kissable red lips up against yours, and her tongue hungrily comes out to play. You reciprocate, even as your hands are busy continuing to explore her body. Her hands, on the other hand, are one of the most pleasurable experiences you’ve ever had as your wet cock is deftly and smoothly pumped and stroked.

With a wink, Minji drops to her knees, the water from the showerhead splashing her face and wetting her long hair. She presses her tits together and wraps them around your throbbing shaft.

It feels good and your body instinctively thrusts forward, your hips rocking back and forth, fucking her breasts. Your balls are tensing up, and you can tell you aren't going to last long. It is smooth and slick between her breasts and the tip of your cock is rubbing up against her lips with her tongue comes out to tease the tip. Your eyes stare at her as she looks back at you and with a smirk, Minji parts her lips, taking the head of your cock into her mouth.

The tip of her tongue swirls around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that continues to leak. Then, she starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking more and more of your shaft into her mouth, eventually releasing your cock from between her tits. Minji hums contentedly as she sucks and swallows your cock, and her hand is wrapped around the base, pumping you in time with the movements of her head. Minji’s other hand has drifted between her legs, and she starts to furiously masturbate as she blows you. Her slender fingers plunge in and out of her leaking vagina as she keeps her thumb vigorously rubbing her engorged clit.

As you lock eyes with the gorgeous medic on her knees in front of you, she gives you a sultry look, her lustful eyes peering into yours as she sucks you off. Minji’s expert tongue swirling around your shaft and the vibrations of her moans as she takes your dick deep into her throat very quickly becomes too much for you. Your hands need to grab something, to get control.

Your fingers run through her long hair and roughly grab hold of her head, pulling her towards you as you thrust into her mouth hard. You hear her gag a little, but she doesn’t stop with her movement. You feel the pressure building up, and your hips are moving of their own accord. Your cock is hitting the back of her throat, and your balls are tightening.

With a moan, you cum in her mouth. Thick spurts of cum erupt from your dick and fill her throat. She swallows it all, and stands up, licking those red lips. "That was tasty. It’s not every day you get to taste cum stored up for thirty years."

You barely register her words, breathing heavily. That was the most intense orgasm of your life. Your cock is still hard, but Minji is seemingly satisfied. For now.

Or maybe not. She steps away from you, and turns around, bending over. Her shapely ass is facing you, and her pussy is glistening. She looks back at you and wiggles her hips. "Can you help me clean down here too, please?"

You can't refuse Minji’s request. You have to return the favour, after all. You move towards her and rub her pussy. It is dripping wet, and her juices are flowing freely. You stick a finger inside her and feel her walls clench around it. She lets out a gasp, and pushes her hips back, as if wanting more.

"Oh, I really need it, Commander." She pants, as you continue to finger her. You pull out, and she lets out a groan. "Why did you stop?"

"Just making sure you're ready for me." You reply as you give her pert ass a quick spank, drawing a low moan from the medic. You position your cock at her entrance and push inside her.

She gasps and whimpers as you enter, and you feel her pussy walls tighten around your shaft. You start to thrust into Minji’s soaked pussy, and she groans while pushing her hips back to meet your thrusts. You grab her hips and pull her closer, helping her out in an attempt to get ever deeper inside her. She cries out in pleasure, as you fuck her as hard and fast as you.

It doesn’t take long before you are getting close to climax, and she is too. You can feel her walls tightening around your shaft, and her breathing is getting faster. You grip her hips tightly and pound her harder.

"Commander!" She moans, as she orgasms. Her juices flow over your cock, and you can't hold back any longer. You pull out of her and explode all over her ass and back, creating a sticky mess there. And then you plop down on the ground, all this exertion so soon after coming out of cryo-sleep has taken a lot out of you.

You both pant, catching your breath. Minji crawls over and kisses you deeply. "Thanks, Commander. I can't wait to work with you for the next two weeks." You can only nod breathlessly in response, your tongue wrestling with hers. Minji breaks the kiss and stands up, with her back to you. “Well, going to need your help with this mess here. Your fault, so you clean it up, sir.” Your gaze goes over her cum-glazed skin and you stand up to grab a sponge from the side of the room, lathering it up with some body wash from a dispenser. You start to work on cleaning her up, using the sponge to get your semen off her skin. But Minji is inherently distracting. It is clear whenever you touch her that she is affected by it. You hear some sighs of pleasure, even the occasional whine when your hands leave her.

This inevitably affects you and you are somehow hardening again down below. You make a split-second decision and suddenly press Minji's wet body up against the wall. You swiftly follow that up by sliding your semi-erect dick in between her soaked creamy thighs. You start to thrust in between her thighs, making sure that you brush against her pussy fold throughout.

"Oh, you're naughty, sir." Minji pants lustfully. You can feel the warmth of her vagina radiating through your thrusting member. You are quickly erect once more. This feels even better than her sucking and giving you a titfuck. "How is this, Minji?" You whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, Commander. That's… that's really good. Really, really good." She whimpers breathily, her body pushed up against the transparent wall, tits first. Your cock continues to slide between her thighs, teasing her pussy. You are both covered in soapy suds, the water from the shower spraying and splashing on the both of you. Her skin feels silky smooth and slippery to the touch. With each thrust, her ass and thighs clap loudly. You reach forward and fondle her tits, her nipples hardening and her breathing quickening. You keep thrusting, enjoying the feeling of her soapy thighs wrapped around your shaft. Minji is moaning and gasping with each thrust, and her breathing is getting faster.

Her legs are trembling, and her juices are flowing freely, mixing with the soap suds and water. Your balls slap against her clit, and she cries out in pleasure, her whole body shaking. You reach forward and grab her wrists, pinning her to the glass wall. She lets out a moan and arches her back. You kiss her neck and shoulders and continue to fuck her soapy thighs. She is whimpering and moaning with every thrust, and her juices are flowing freely, making her inner thighs and your cock very slick and slippery.

Your thrusting becomes faster and more urgent. Minji is definitely close to climaxing; you hear her moans and whimpers are getting less coherent and more urgent; you’re sure you catch some lust fuelled whining and babbling about wanting your cum and something about being fucked hard. Your cock is slamming against her pussy, and her walls are clenching around it, her juices leaking out. She is breathing heavily, and her legs are trembling.

You release one of her hands and guide it down to her clit, prompting her to start rubbing it furiously. Her fingers are a blur, and her moans become louder and more urgent. You continue to fuck those soaped-up milky thighs of hers, and she is practically screaming in pleasure, her voice echoing off the walls of the shower room. Not that you had to care about anyone hearing you. You did have an odd sort of audience in the rest of the crew outside in cryo-sleep, just beyond the transparent wall you have pressed Minji against.

Your cock is twitching and pulsating, and you can feel the pressure building up. You are both close to that final edge, and the only sounds are your heavy breathing, the splashing water, and the loud clapping sound of her ass and thighs slapping against your cock and balls.

You thrust forcefully into her thighs a few more times, and then you erupt. Your thick, creamy load sprays onto her thighs and the transparent wall, coating them in your semen. Her body shudders, and she cries out, reaching her own climax. Her juices flow over your shaft, and she slumps down, exhausted. You follow suit and collapse next to her. You both lie there for a while, trying to catch your breath. You do catch out of the corner of your eye, that Minji takes a few licks of your cum from the wall.

The two of you eventually manage to finish your shower and dry up, with you eyeing Minji the whole time as she puts that white bodysuit back and zips it back up. She catches your eye, bites her lip, and then smirks naughtily. You’re both relieved and regretful that your cock is worn out and needs rest. That would have brought it back up. You and Minji are both very well aware that you don't actually have much to do over the next couple of weeks, other than the occasional diagnostic check of the ship’s systems and such. The ship’s AI, Eden was there to handle the heavy lifting. And so, you're very much looking forward to the next couple of weeks alone with Minji.

#male reader #reader insert #dreamcatcher jiu smut

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stinkysam · 8 months ago

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Lucifer Morningstar - Past.

Warning : none

Genre : angst

Synopsis : “Lucifer discovers why you're in hell.”

Reader : he/you

A/N : haven't written anything in months so I'm a bit ugh rusty hope it's good !

Lucifer didn't know how you landed in hell and he often wondered about it.

After all, you were one of the nicest soul he met and nothing in your behavior or stories about your life on earth explained anything about it.

So to him, you simply must've done a little thing that didn't please heaven. Heaven could be really strict with their rules.

But you were on the path to redemption ! You stayed at Charlie's hotel to redeem yourself from whatever small harm you did on earth. And if Charlie's plan works, you would go right where you belong, in heaven.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy !

Sure, Lucifer would miss you, and be sad to not have you around anymore, but if it's heaven you want, then who is he to stop you from getting it. You deserve it, he's sure of that.

He even had prepared a duck that looks just like him, for you, so you don’t forget him once you're in the sky. And one for him, that looks just like you, so he'd never forget about you. Not that it would ever happen.

He was so excited he even told you about it one day as you visited his place, but hadn't shown you the duckies in question, claiming you could only see them the day you would leave for heaven.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek, trying to peek over his shoulder and into his office to spot them. But he quickly realized what you were doing and kicked the door closed with his foot, his arms holding you close against him.

You laughed, squeezing him tightly as he did the same thing, both trying to knock the wind out of each other's lungs for fun.

“You can't win.” He said with a wheeze, squeezing you harder.

You had to tap his shoulder to get him to stop, admitting your defeat with a sigh, relieved to not have crushed ribs.

You kissed his forehead as Lucifer looked proudly at you.

“You still can't see them.” He pointed and you grimaced with a groan.

Lucifer loves you, truly. It had taken time and patience but now he was sure of it and confident in his feelings for you. He looked at you smugly, his pointy teeth showing as placed his hand on the small of your back, making you walk with him.

Since he had rekindled with his daughter, he would come unannounced to visit her and get updates on how things are going. Trying his best to avoid Alastor who seemed to enjoy having him here. Only to get under his skin each time he had the occasion.

When he wasn't annoying him about Charlie, it was about you. And today seemed to be about you.

“I know something you don't.” The radio demon smiled, tilting his head to the side pointing toward you. But the king of hell didn't seem to notice.

“Ah ?” Lucifer’s eyebrows rose, not that he was particularly interested. “And what makes you think I-”

“About [Name].” Cut him off Alastor with a sing-song voice as he approached you at the bar. At Lucifer’s silence, the demon continued. “I know why he is in hell ~” He wrapped an arm around you, his claws like fingers almost planting in your shoulder.

You turned around to look at Alastor, confused and nervous. He wasn't… going to tell him, right ? But Alastor turned you so you would face Lucifer.

Lucifer wanted to respond that he didn't care what you did, he knew you and knew you did nothing horrible or truly bad, but upon seeing your nervous stare, he looked at you instead, silently. He had nothing to worry about, so why are you looking at him that way ?

Alastor leaned closer to you, his arm still wrapped around you.

“Tell him. Isn't honesty part of the process of redemption ?” His smile only grew as his eyes squinted, his claws feeling heavier against your shoulder.

Lucifer seemed confused, not understanding why you would be so nervous. You didn't do anything… right ?

“What… did you do ?” He finally asked, placing his hand on top of yours, wanting to reassure you that he was with you no matter what.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, sweat appearing on your skin.

You knew what Lucifer thought of the sinners, how he hated what they did with the free will he gave them… What you did with it.

You hadn't planned to befriend him or to fall for him but you couldn't help it. The fallen angel was just so lovable, you couldn't avoid him eternally and ended up getting closer and closer.

You knew one day this would happen, he would learn the truth about you. But you hoped that being in the Hazbin Hotel would help you. Help him know you were not the same person as you were on earth.

“I was hum… I- erm…” You looked away and back at Lucifer, following your eyes. “I was a… a serial killer.” You say with a nervous smile, the last part was barely audible, but sadly, it was loud enough to be heard by the king of hell.

Lucifer froze. His eyes showed pure shock and it even seemed like he was getting pale. His reassuring smile was gone.

“You're joking, right ?” He manages to say. “This is not really funny.” He adds with a nervous laugh. But you avoided his eyes, too ashamed to look at him.

He pulled his hand away from yours and looked away. He wanted to say something to try and be nice, but he couldn't. You didn't deserve any niceties.

Lucifer quickly glanced at Alastor and glared at him. The radio demon had won this round.

You tried to speak, to explain yourself, why you didn't tell him sooner or even why you did what you did, but he stopped you. He didn't want to hear your excuses.

You could only watch as he walked away, disappointment and sadness evident on his face as Charlie followed him, confused.

Back at his palace, Lucifer couldn't stop staring at the duck he made of you. Squeezing it lightly between his fingers.

He felt betrayed and stupid for believing you were innocent, just another victim of heaven’s rules, when you far more earned to be here, in hell.

He was heartbroken. He couldn't believe he had let you get this close to him.

With ache in his heart, Lucifer fell asleep on his desk, the duck he made of you resting in his palm.

When he woke up, the ducky was still in his hand, and he looked at it sadly. He didn't know what to think.

On one hand, he should've expected something like that, it was his fault for thinking you being in hell was a mistake. But on the other hand, you had been so nice and understanding, patient and open-minded toward him, Charlie and the others. How was he supposed to guess you used to be a serial killer ?

He let go of the duck to place his head in his hands, sighing.

Lucifer loves you, he really does. But it's a hard to swallow pill you gave him.

He wants to hope you've changed. You're no longer the person you were on earth. After all, you're at Charlie's hotel to redeem yourself, right ? That must mean something.

He spends the next few days ignoring you, not that you had sent him any messages except “I'm sorry.”. You chose to give him space and time to think and decide what to do and he was glad you did.

You were anxious. Watching the last message you sent multiple times a day, hoping to get an answer, anything other than “read”. But you didn't push your luck, afraid he might block you entirely.

Lucifer didn't really know what to do, hesitating between messaging you and calling you or continuing to ignore you.

He clicked on the “call” icon and instantly panicked. Shit, what was he supposed to say ? Before he could hang up, your voice was heard.

“Hello ?”

A few seconds of silence followed as he stared at his screen before finally answering.

“Hello ! Yeah, [Name] ! Can we- can we talk ?” He said biting his lips, one hand anxiously pulling with his bow-tie.

“Yeah, sure ! Yeah.” You quickly replied, standing up automatically. “Where do you want to talk ?” You ask, sitting back down.

He thought for a moment.

“Hum… Why not the hotel. It seems… appropriate. Right ?” He smiled nervously and you could hear it in his voice. “I'll be here in a… uh… hour ?”

“Okay !” You exclaimed, standing up once more, earning a few stares from your friends.

When you both hung up, Lucifer was more stressed than anything. He tried some pep talk in front of different mirrors, preparing himself for what he would say to you. You mainly did the same thing but with Angel and Husk plus Charlie who was great at pulling your self-esteem out of the gutter.

You were determined in making Lucifer understand you had changed and had abandoned your murdery tendencies long ago. It was true after all.

Lucifer was holding his breath as he knocked at the door, anxiously waiting for someone to open it. He contemplated flying away from it but he straightened up as the door swung open.

It was you.

You adorned the same nervous and awkward smile as Lucifer as you welcomed him in. Closing the door behind him and quickly following him.

He was giving you another chance and you were not going to miss it. It's with determination you nodded at your friends, letting them know you were okay and could deal with it.

You patiently listened to each other as you both talked about your feelings and your time on earth. Why you wanted to go to heaven.

Turns out, you don't particularly want to go to heaven, you just wanted to do your redemption, and Charlie's hotel was perfect for that.

“I would understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore…” You said, looking down.

“No, I-” He places his hands on your cheeks, making you look at him. “Let's try again, shall we ?”

Your brows are furrowed in confusion and he puts his left hand in front of you.

“I'm Lucifer. Charlie's dad.” He says with a proud smile. “And you ?” His smile softens, waiting for your answer.

It takes you a few seconds to catch on and grab his hand, shaking it lightly.

“I'm [Name]. Nice to meet you.”

#male reader #m!reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel #hh x reader #lucifer morningstar x male reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

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lunaetis · 7 months ago

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@ofstarsandskies asked :

Seeing the reaction to some of the other pranks people pulled on her, Julius and Ludger's is MUCH more tame. Upon entering her room on the Astral Express, she'd find all the linens and cloths replaced with Lulu-themed versions. Some of the patchwork didn't look as good as the others, as Julius insisted he also help Ludger work. By the time they finished, one would swear Eden was the biggest super fan of this random cat who crawled his way onto the Express. The moment she checked her room, that's when the brothers would knock at her door with a large Lulu cake in hand. "Happy April Fools!"

unprompted. ( april's fools ! ) || always accepting

─「エデン」─ the TRAILBLAZER was grumbling under her breath as she returned back to the astral express after having a few pranks and lies thrown at her with the occasion of today. some were harmless, of course, all for food fun, while some were irritating just because of the one pulling on her and a slightly sensitive subject it involved. with that said, the stellaron vessel was more or less beat by the time she came back. she was going to just throw herself into bed and sleep the day away.

well, that was the plan but certain brothers seemed to have a whole different idea for her.

amber hues widened at the sight of her bedroom being REDECORATED in the theme of a certain plump feline who had sunk his teeth into her hand before. that didn't make the whole setup any less adorable, however. her bedroom looked like a theme park or one of those biggest fans having all collections of their favorite idol.

from her comforter, now lined with a large face of the fluffy cat to her bedsheets, then the curtains with countless pawprints and the CARPET with his round belly and big eyes. it took her a moment to notice that the doormat she was standing on was a rendition of lulu's soft paw which felt incredibly comfortable against the touch.

if it weren't for the knock on the door, she wouldn't have snapped out of her reverie at admiring her room. it was certainly adorable. the moment she opened the door and the LULU CAKE was thrust towards her along with that exclamation of the day's event, the trailblazer stood frozen for a second longer. she looked at the two brothers, the younger, looking hopeful and bright, then the older, with his usual stoic face laced with a hint of warm smile.

and for the first time that day, eden smiled genuinely.

" both of you are silly. what kind of prank is this !? did lulu approve of this ? "

she couldn't remember the last time she smiled so wide over a joke or a prank. these two really are something else. they both were so precious to her, she'd be lost without them.

#ofstarsandskies #.answered #.[ eden | trailblazer ]#[ tHIS IS LATE I'M SORRY KIKA #& I'M SO RUSTY W/ MY WRITING UGH #BUT AAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO WHOLESOME I AM SOF ???#pls both julius & ludger are so silly she has no words to offer #but if you look closely she was tearing up a lil over what they did for her #after all the pranks pulled on her #sOBBING SHE CARES THEM SHE CARES THEM SM THESE TWO SILLY BROS #I CARE THEM A LOT THANKS FOR ALWAYS LOOKING OUT FOR HER & TAKING CARE OF THE SILLY RACCOON ]

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kawaiigirly21 · 30 days ago

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Spark Chapter One

“I'm really looking forward to the race! I wonder who's gonna be competing this year!” Snowflare bounced a little while she walked beside her mate, the very strong and very protective D16. “Who knows! Maybe Mirage! I know you think he's cute.” The mech replied with a teasing smile. Snowflare only shook her helm and hooked her arm around D16's. “The only mechs I find cute are you and Orion… . Speaking of, where is he? I hadn't seen him this morning.”

Just as the femme inquired on the whereabouts of her other mate, two larger mechs landed in front of her and D16. Peaking her helm over, she could spot Orion trying to reason with the two. Suddenly, D16 crashed his cart into the two larger mechs. As they turned to berate him, Snowflare slyly assisted Orion in hiding from them. Once the mechs ran off in search of Orion, D16 and Snowflare boarded the train carrying the other miners.

“Alright, Coast is clear.” D said as Snowflare giggled watching Orion pop out the cart. “D16, Now I may be a little rusty but corroded, that's too far.” Orion joked. “Let me guess, you checked outta the archives?” D16 asked while looking at his friend. As the mechs talked, Snowflare was busy looking out the train window. Her optics though covered, still widened with wonder and excitement like usual whenever she caught the sight of the large Sentinel Prime monument.

From the day she came online, Snowflare had always looked up to Sentinel. He was her hero. If she could meet him, she would. “Hey, Sweetspark, come on!” Orion called out to the femme before taking her smaller servo into his and kissing it. “Ugh you show off. We’ll see you after our shift, ok?” Snowflare nodded as she received a sweet kiss from D16 then Orion before the three went their separate ways.

While the mechs mined the energon, Snowflare pushed the carts to the converter belt where she and other miners tilted the energon rich rocks onto the belt for them to be processed then made into the cubes the planet consumed. Her job, while not as dangerous as her mates, was still time consuming and hard on her joints. Later that day, Snowflare and another femme talked about their mates. “I suspect he's going to ask me to be his Sparkmate soon! Oh I’m so excited!!” The femme squealed before she asked Snowflare about Orion and D16.

“They’re a bit of a handful but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love them very much.” As Snowflare finished her statement, she noticed her two mates trudging over to their lockers. “Uh oh, something happened…I’ll uh…I’ll see you later Nightbird.” As Snowflare made her way over to her mates, they both tried to play off what had happened to them. Eventually, Orion spilled the bolts and revealed what actually happened on their shift.

“I’m sorry Snow, but your split spark is really mad. She might not be in the mood to even talk to you. And she loves to talk to you.” Orion said as he took her smaller servo into his. Snowflare simply smiled before kissing his face plate. “You two let me worry about her, I just want you two not to do something that dangerous again. I don’t want to have to bury you both because you decide to play the hero.” Orion nodded before he leaned in and kissed Snowflare gently and pulled away to let D16 do the same.

Suddenly an announcement came in. “Attention All Sectors. Please Stand By For A Live Transmission From Sentinel Prime.” As the leader of the Cybertron appeared in holo form, Snowflare smiled brightly while D16 cheered. Orion smiled as he placed a servo on Snowflare’s shoulder armor. The three along with their fellow miners listened intently to the message. Sentinel failed to find the matrix yet again but he assured the masses that he would indeed find it.

The second message was to inform that all shifts would be off for the Iacon5000. A high octane race around the city. An event that displayed the talents of many transformers. And the absolute favorite event of D16. it used to be because of all the racers and the high adrenaline it gave off. But now, it was because the race was where he and Orion met Snowflare. Many cycles ago. He remembered it as if it happened only a few moments ago.

He and Orion were never the type to really chase after femmes, mostly due to the fact that many of the femmes they found pretty were out of their class. Them being miners while the femmes were transformers. So what were the odds of the two mechs getting seats right next to mini con Snowflare and her older split spark Elita-One.

D16 knew the moment their eyes met, that she just had to be his. Things did get a bit rocky when Orion revealed he was also pining after Snowflare but after coming to the agreement they could just share, life became so much better. “Oh yea! I hope Mirage wins this year! Oooh or Behemoth!” Snowflare exclaimed as she joined in on the excitement of the mention of the race.

The very next day, Snowflare scored exceptionally good seats and waited for her mates to show up. While she waited, Orion and D16 climbed a ladder to the light looking over the starting line. “Don’t be a glitch, this’ll be totally worth it!” Orion said as he climbed the ladder. “Hey, you don’t be a glitch. Look, I know this is like fun for you to loom around but if I miss any part of the Iacon5000 I swear I will…smelt your…face …off…” D16’s sentence trailed off as his optics were met with the tremendously gorgeous view of the racers and the crowd.

His optics then zoomed in on Snowflare as she cheered with the crowd. “Ugh Primus, how can a femme be so damn pretty? Like he must have used some kind of special energon to make her.” Orion chuckled as his optics zoomed in on her as well. “Beautiful sight. Can you believe she’s all ours? Don’t you wanna impress her? Don’t you wanna make her proud to have us as her mates?” Orion asked as he slyly put the jetpack on D16’s back.

“Are you kidding? If I was able to do something like that, afterwards, I’d ask her to marry…..Why’d you bring jetpacks?” The mech turned to his friend and eyed him confused. “It’s time to show them we’re more than meets the eye.” D16 immediately knew what Orion meant. “Oh no…” As the race kicked off, Snowflare was one of the very first to notice two familiar mechs amongst the transformers. “Orion?! D?!”

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