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[dollishmehrayan]

# “SHE A RUNNER SHE A TRACKSTAR” ── .✦ ( batboys with an athletic!reader )

a/n: this is a request by this lovely anon (here) and secondly I want to feed you guys some good stories because I’ve been ranting so I need to work too duhh and secondly omg make sure to go vote on the poll for my 1k event, we’re at like maybe 700 votes too (I’m so impressed I ahve all these supporters mwah) but yess back to story was I feel like batboys would’ve LOVED a athletic!reader or like active exercising reader like they would love you 10x tags: (batboys x athletic!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Loves working out with you. Morning runs? Gym sessions? Acrobatic training? Dick is there, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He’s not even subtle about checking you out mid-workout, smirking when he catches you noticing. (Whether you be a Pilates princess or muscle mommy, he don’t care🙄)

Turns everything into a competition. “Bet I can do more pull-ups than you.” Spoiler: you usually win because he wants you to win, and he acts mock-offended for five minutes before admitting he totally ‘held back’ just to see you smile.

Constantly impressed by your athleticism. You pull off a new move, and he’s clapping like an over-enthusiastic coach. “Okay, that was amazing. Do it again so I can record it.”

Secretly uses you as inspiration for his own training. He sees you pushing yourself and thinks, “If she can do it, so can I.” You’ve turned him into an even more disciplined athlete (even though we are gonna be REALISTIC he already was a better one but yk I mean MOTIVATION🙂‍↔️).

Always hyping you up. You’re worried about nailing a performance or event? Dick’s leaning in close, whispering, “You’re incredible. You’ve got this.” He’s the boyfriend screaming your name from the stands when you win.

JASON TODD ── .✦

Pretends he doesn’t care, but he’s obsessed. Jason will act all casual when you’re training, but you’ve caught him sneaking glances when you’re sparring or lifting. “What? I’m just making sure you’re not slacking.” “Sure jason, sure…”

Loves sparring with you. He does hold back (much), but the second you get the upper hand, he’s laughing and saying, “Okay, okay, maybe I underestimated you.”

Always has your back. If you’re dealing with an injury or overtraining, Jason’s the first to step in with tough love. “You’re not invincible. Take a break before you actually hurt yourself.” “Shut up.”

Teases you nonstop. You hit a personal best, and he’s like, “Not bad for a rookie.” But the second someone else downplays your achievements, Jason’s throwing hands.

Casual gym dates. You two will hit the gym together, but half the time, he’s too distracted by you to finish his own set. “Stop looking so good while you’re working out. It’s distracting.”

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tries to keep up but struggles. Tim’s more of a strategist than an athlete, so when you suggest running a marathon together, he’s immediately regretting every life choice. “Do we… really need to run this far?” (He starts limping at the beginning and then catches speed but it’s so funny to picture him limping idk??🥲) “Tim are you drunk?!” “What- no!” *cue him starting to run faster then you*

Admires your dedication. Tim doesn’t always understand why you push yourself so hard, but he respects it. “You’re incredible, you know that? I don’t think I could ever do what you do.” “Tim your literally one of the best martial artists what do you mean??”

Becomes your unofficial manager. He’s the one keeping track of your schedules, meal plans, and recovery days, making sure you don’t overwork yourself. “You’ve got a rest day tomorrow. Don’t argue.”

Loves watching you train. He’s not one to join in, but he’ll sit on the sidelines with his laptop, occasionally glancing up to watch you nail a move. When you catch him, he blushes and mutters, “I’m just… making sure you’re okay.”

Finds your athleticism insanely attractive. He’ll never admit it, but watching you take down an opponent or finish a grueling workout leaves him speechless. (He does the same but at night when your sleeping)

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Impressed but never says it outright. Damian will cross his arms and say, “Acceptable,” after you crush a workout, but the faint smirk on his face tells you he’s proud.

Pushes you to your limits. If you train together, prepare for no mercy. “You wanted to be better, didn’t you? Then stop complaining and try again.” He’s tough, but he knows you can handle it.

Secretly brags about you. Someone mentions physical skill, and Damian’s like, “My significant other is far superior to anyone here.” It’s his way of saying he’s proud without being mushy.

Enjoys sparring with you. He loves the challenge you bring, even if he won’t admit it. If you manage to land a hit, he’ll begrudgingly mutter, “Impressive. But don’t get cocky.”

Surprisingly protective. If anyone makes a snide comment about your athleticism, Damian’s glare alone is enough to make them rethink their life choices.

[ennabear]

hehehe haiii twin 🤭🤭 making my yappery reblog comeback with this blurb because it’s so adorable and i’ve read it a million times already… also i’m not really sure if any of this will be legible because i’m half asleep with a migraine so… BUT I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE ELLIEBEAR HEHEHEHE

your relationship with her was still very new, full of shy glances, giggles, and tingles when your fingers grazed - both of you wanted to be perfect for the other. to not rush. but to say you didn't long to be kissed was a lie.

omg i’m gonna cry this is so cute… shy loser ellie I NEED YOUUUUUU 😭 the way i long to be kissed by her is crazy how did you know… sighhh you write her so beautifully it’s like she’s real and in my phone 😞😞😞

you stared at those pouty rosebud lips of hers, and dreamed about how they'd feel on yours. you counted her freckles and fantasized about ghosting your lips over each and every one of them, igniting her cheeks in a blush; a hue so deep it makes them vanish. luckily for you, the perfect moment was fast approaching.

stop this rn… bae… i’m sobbing… those freckles… the way i would kiss the shit out of her is crazy I WANNA SMOOCHY SMOOCH HERRRRRRRUGHHH omg i’m gonna throw my phone how are u doing this… literally every way you describe her is so adorable i’m 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 perfect moment fr i need her to be my new years kiss even though it’s january 4th

you two decided to watch the fireworks outside in a clearing, so you could stargaze before and after the main event. it was cold, and you felt her nuzzle closer to you-your heart skipped a beat. you nudged her with your shoulder, "ellie, it's almost time!"

:((((( now i wanna stargaze with her and get all cozy and cuddle with her and look at the sky and be warm and and and and…. give her a kith…

you were met with a dazed murmur, a grumpy sound. you shook the silly girl awake, melting at her adorable expression-sleepy as a nesting owl. she jumped when a sudden firework shot up in the sky, creating a sparkly golden trail. you looked at them too, but you were more focused on the glint in her eyes—a wonder and joy like none other. she turned to you, grinning as wide as ever, but you had other plans.

HEHEHEHE AWWWW her falling asleep is so meeeee i’m bawling i’m screaming i’m crying i’m sobbing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 twin have i ever told you that you’re the best writer in the world… because you are… the way you describe this whole scene is so perfect i can see it so clearly it’s crazy… how are u doing that… need you to write a book next please and thanks!!!!!

"yay! happy new year! i—" escaped from her paired with a gleeful chuckle, only you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers without a warning, leaving her breathless. she was so soft, velvety lips and the warmth of her unsteady gasps fanning your face.

shortly, she kissed you back lovingly, sweetly, tenderly, as if you were made of precious ceramic, her hand gently cradling yours.

KITH KITH KITH KITH KITH KITH!!!!! i can’t take this anymore ellie come out where are you this isn’t funny bae… its okay i just want a kiss… and to hold your hand… and cuddle… and take a nap… please… dont make me ant on a stick rn… i need to give her a ninions kiss so bad omg it hurts… put my whole tongue in her mouth and blush like 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅 until we’re both yellow… uhhhhh does that mean anything idk

you broke apart to smile at her, canines bared and everything, and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. your heart grew many sizes looking at her like this, you haven't felt such adoration for someone so fast in what feels like forever. your voice was shaky with emotion, nothing but positivity, and you whispered while you rested your forehead against hers, "happy new year, ellie. here's to a good one."

i adore her so much and i adore u twin i’m sobbinggggg I WANT TO KISS HER SO BAD… oh no what’s happening my lips are cold and lonely… if only i had her to keep them warm all year… and then again next year… and the year after… sighhhhh too bad she’s only in my phone… i guess i’ll just have to read through twins whole masterlist to keep myself sane…

i just know new years with ellie would be so damn special. have this i farted out in two seconds...i miss writing so bad.

your relationship with her was still very new, full of shy glances, giggles, and tingles when your fingers grazed—both of you wanted to be perfect for the other. to not rush. but to say you didn't long to be kissed was a lie.

you stared at those pouty rosebud lips of hers, and dreamed about how they'd feel on yours. you counted her freckles and fantasized about ghosting your lips over each and every one of them, igniting her cheeks in a blush; a hue so deep it makes them vanish. luckily for you, the perfect moment was fast approaching.

you two decided to watch the fireworks outside in a clearing, so you could stargaze before and after the main event. it was cold, and you felt her nuzzle closer to you—your heart skipped a beat. you nudged her with your shoulder, "ellie, it's almost time!"

you were met with a dazed murmur, a grumpy sound. you shook the silly girl awake, melting at her adorable expression—sleepy as a nesting owl. she jumped when a sudden firework shot up in the sky, creating a sparkly golden trail. you looked at them too, but you were more focused on the glint in her eyes—a wonder and joy like none other. she turned to you, grinning as wide as ever, but you had other plans.

"yay! happy new year! i—" escaped from her paired with a gleeful chuckle, only you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers without a warning, leaving her breathless. she was so soft, velvety lips and the warmth of her unsteady gasps fanning your face.

shortly, she kissed you back lovingly, sweetly, tenderly, as if you were made of precious ceramic, her hand gently cradling yours.

you broke apart to smile at her, canines bared and everything, and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. your heart grew many sizes looking at her like this, you haven't felt such adoration for someone so fast in what feels like forever. your voice was shaky with emotion, nothing but positivity, and you whispered while you rested your forehead against hers, "happy new year, ellie. here's to a good one."

[kayhi808]

What was Thanksgiving like? Does Steve bring Miss Grace? Does mama go Black Friday shopping leaving Abby with Steve and Bucky?

What does Christmas look like? What about decorating the tree? Do they have to juggle the avengers and at the house or mamas family?

OMG does Bucky get to meet mamas and Abby’s family?

Sorry I’m so excited to see the holidays through Abby’s eyes! I love Abby!

Thank you for all these questions! I'm so happy you're interested in this little family. Sadly, you and Abby were pretty much alone. You didn't have family, and Jason's family never accepted you and Abigail. You'd figure after their son passed away, they'd want Abby in their lives more but sadly, they didn't.

You and Abby only had each other, which is why Abby feels so strongly about family. Family is important, but you can't just let anyone be a part of your family. Steve, wanting to be Uncle Steve,was like a sacred promise to Abby. Steve quickly understood the significance of being Abby's Uncle Steve. But as for Christmas....

You, Bucky and Abby return to your apartment after the Christmas Eve party at The Tower for all the employees. Abby, exhausted from playing with the other children & tracking Santa Claus on Director Fury's program, fell asleep on the drive home. You changed her into her PJs and didn't bother waking her up. Nothing was going to wake your baby up.

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But something definitely woke you up on Christmas morning! The early morning sun, bright against the fresh fallen snow wasn't the culprit. It was the ear-piercing scream that came from the living room. You feel Bucky shoot out of bed, his body thrown against you, assessing the danger. You grab his arm as he's set fly out of the room to find Abby. You rub circles on his back to calm him, keeping you eyes closed for the 5 seconds of peace you have left. "Incoming."

"WHAT?!"

You hear little feet thundering down the hallway, a body crashing into your door, shoving it open. Abigail Rose, hair tousled from sleep, sees that Bucky is awake, and gives another scream. Running and throwing herself on the bed, crawling her way over to you, "HE WAS HERE! Santa was at my house, Mama! Mama, wakes up!" Abby grabs your shoulder & starts shaking you.

"Are you sure it was him? Maybe you were mistaken." You yawn wide.

"Not! I no mistakes!" Abby frowns at you, "My 'tocking is so full! Can we open my presents?"

You pull her down to pepper her with kisses until she giggles. "Yes, we can open your presents! Maybe Bucky can help you get your robe. It's chilly."

"Oh, yes! Papa helps me!" Bucky had thrown on a hoodie while watching your exchange. He doesn't look so shell-shocked anymore. He sits at the edge of the bed as Abby throws herself on his back.

"You can pass out presents but you can't open them until I say ok," climbing out of bed.

"Ok, Mama."

*******

Bucky insisted that you get a real Christmas tree, promising to get rid of it for you later. You didn't put up a fight because you loved the smell of pine. Last year you had a plastic tree but a real wreath so at least you'd have the fragrance. But an entire tree? YES! Yes, please! It's decorated with a rainbow mix of store bought and home-made decorations that you and Abby made. Many of the decorations are on the bottom half, as high as Abby can reach. You don't mind. You loved it that way.

You enter the living room as Abby is making little piles of gifts & you go to the couch and snuggle up next to Bucky. You enjoy watching Abby concentrating so hard on passing out presents. You glance over at Bucky and you see him watching Abby, admiring the tree with the biggest smile on his face. He looks at you, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss across your knuckles, "I've never been so happy in my entire life." You pull him in for a sweet kiss, until another screech from Abby draws away your attention.

She found her present to Bucky. She runs over, leaning her elbows on his lap, "Papa, dis my gift to yous. I chooses and found it all by myself. Santa no gets you dis one."

Bucky leans in, "Wow! Did you really?" Abby blushes & nods. "I can't wait to open it."

"Do's it now!" Lifting her little fists in the the air, "Do's it now!" She climbs on the couch and stands on the cushions, squeezing between you and Bucky doing little jumps.

Bucky catches your eye over Abby's shoulder & he looks like a little kid as he opens his gift. He quickly gets rid of the wrappings and ribbons, to open the long narrow box. Within it lies a pair of chopsticks, black metal, detailed in gold, like his arm. "Abigail," he softly whispers, taking them out of the box.

Leaning against his shoulder, "We can eat nu-nu soup now! You wikes?? I sawed it & it 'minded me of your pwetty arm." Her little fingers start to trace against his shoulder. It's like she memorized the pattern of the gold detail even under his hoodie, "I love it so much."

Looking at her, "I likes. I likes so much." Bucky pulls her into his arms for a hug. Her chubby arms quickly wrap around his neck, landing a loud kiss to his cheek. Bucky doesn't let her go until she wiggles to be set free. She giggles and jumps off the couch to start on her presents.

Bucky leans his head back on the couch, holding his chopsticks to his chest, going over that moment that just happened. The excitement Abby had from giving him his gift. The obvious care and love she took to select it. His little Abigail.

He feels your fingers carding through his hair, "Are you ok, babe?" He rolls his head towards you, grabbing your hand and dropping a kiss against your knuckles. "I know." You give him a soft smile. He loves your daughter as his own. You glance at Abby dragging her stocking into the middle of the room so she can be the center of attention. "She has no idea how hard she can squeeze your heart."

"Mama! Cans I start?"

You and Bucky start clapping for her, "Yes, baby! Let's see what Santa brought you."

Money had been tight prior to working with the Avengers so you were excited that you could splurge a little more this year. Abby's stocking was filled with Christmas snacks and candies. She wanted Hello Kitty socks and hair ribbons and barrettes. Santa also brought her a Disney Princess dress, Princess Tiana. Legos & storybooks rounded out all of Santa's presents. You got her board games and new clothes.

The winner was Bucky. After all Abby's presents were open, he ran downstairs to his SUV & got Abby's last gift. A bicycle! It had training wheels, a helmet and a basket perched up front. Abby Rose lost her mind! When Bucky goes running at the park or the tracks at The Tower, she can ride along side him.

Later, as you and Bucky were getting breakfast ready, you looked around your apartment. Abby had opened her Legos and got to work setting it up on the living room floor, you realize this was the best Christmas morning you ever had. This was your family and your place never felt so much like a home.

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[gingerteawrites]

Beyond the limelight - Gojo Satoru

A/N: Wow thank you all so much for enjoying Limelight. As promised, here is a short epilogue to conclude the story. If you haven't already, read the main story here.

I will write more actor!Gojo x reader headcannons if requested, so do let me know!

Content: actor!Gojo x female reader, fluff.

Divider by @v6que

Glamor and glitz were the words of the night. Cameras flashing with blinding lights, and the carpet bearing witness to opulence that tethered the line of gaudiness.

Here it was, the culmintation of years of hard work. Of taking on seemingly insignificant roles and incessant practice. Years and years until Gojo finally made it into brightest spot of the limelight. The summum of any actor’s career. The academy awards.

After a rather exciting time on the red carpet, the ‘Romeo and Juliet’ cast and crew members took their place at their assigned table in the decorated theater. Distinct emotions tinged their light chatter; excitement, hope, and palpable nerves. The movie had done phenomenally in theatres, breaking box office records and earning nominations in multiple categories.

And with that came the hope of recognition. Awards were not everything, but they certainly were not nothing. You held the same hope in your heart, nestled between the cushions of your green couch and pillows, eyes fixed on the broadcast.

A series of fanciful montages and an eternity of product placements later, the hosts of the night finally climb the stage to announce the winner of the “best actor” category.

“And finally, the award for best actor goes to…” the lady’s voice draws out the suspense, directing an enigmatic smile at the camera. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, Gojo could hear his heartbeat vibrating in his ears.

A second passed, and you waited with bated breath. Separated by physical distance, but united in sentiments.

“Gojo Satoru! As Romeo,” the host all but shouted into the microphone, and the entire audience erupted in cheers.

You screamed in joy behind your TV, and being nudged out of a daze by the director, Gojo makes his way to the stage on unsteady feet. His hands are still trembling slightly when he is handed the award, but finally standing in front of the microphone, he steadies himself.

“Wow, is this what it feels like to be speechless?” The audience laughs faintly while he takes another moment to gather his thoughts. He breathes out, and leans in closer to the mic.

“I want to thank all of the production team for their efforts in this, everyone worked so, so hard,” he grinned towards his table, “thank you to all my fans who always support my projects, it really means the world,” a dazzling smile is directed into the camera.

He then looks down, his smile morphing into a more subdued one, a more earnest one. “But above all, thank you, my one and only love, watching at home,” he looks into the camera, and even though you are miles apart, you feel his gaze on you. Tears pool in your eyes. “For being my anchor when I felt like I was drifting away. For allowing me the room to grow and flourish. For letting me talk your ears off. I love you forever.”

And with that he stepped off the stage, waving at the assembly that presented a standing ovation.

It is needless to say that social media went into absolute madness after that speech. That bold declaration of love.

[OMG so he’s not dating Yuki?]

[It has to be a non-celeb then]

[So lucky bro]

[This was one hell of a hard launch]

Though you remained anonymous, Gojo honoring his commitment to you, he had still declared his love for you. Even in the brightest spot of the limelight, he belonged with you. And though you stood out of its blinding intensity, you too, belonged with him.

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[Hi love, just a heads up. I won’t be home when you get there, got that one work presentation I told you about] you typed quickly, phone in one hand and sandwich in another. After this lunch break, you were scheduled to present data on a project you were recently put in charge of, and your nerves were running high.

You knew a promotion hung on the line, a long anticipated one.

But Satoru had been there to encourage you all the way, listening to your rants about uncooperative co-workers and offering to help you practice. A smile graced your lips at the thought.

He was as busy as ever, now sought out by most of the major production companies. Gojo Satoru was beyond popular. He was a household name. But beyond the exhausting days and filled out schedules, time made for each other was all the more intentional. Honest conversations and comforting touches. You grew and you loved.

[Gotcha! And remember what I said, don’t stress bby. I know you’re going to kick it out of the park (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧] The reply elicited a chuckle from you.

[I’ll remember that. I love you]

[love you too bebe]

You cleaned your hands and returned to your desk, grabbed all the needed documents. You took in a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders. You got this.

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Click clack

You took your keys out of the hole and stepped in, door closing quietly behind you.

Your nose immediately caught whiff of the pleasant aroma that permeated your living room. You heard Satoru’s voice, belting along with Rihanna to umbrella, causing you to smile.

He pauses as soon as he catches a glimpse of you. ”Hey sweetheart!” He beams at you, turning the volume down.

“Hi Satoru,” you’re hanging your jacket, “What are you making?”

“Well, your favorite, of course!” He comes into full view, and you laugh at the sight of his flower-embroidered apron. “Now, cut the suspense. How did the meeting go?”

You look to the ground, sighing dejectedly as you finally manage to slip out of your shoes. Immediately the mood shifts, and Gojo steps closer, arms open.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” he is right about to engulf you in the most comforting hug ever when you look up with a bright smile.

“Sorry for what? I got the promotion!” You jump with joy, and he picks you up, twirling you around the small living room. Gleeful laughs fill the space as you secure your arms around his neck.

He finally sets you down, but still holds your waist, pulling you close for a kiss. Then another. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve worked so hard for this,” The earnest words make a pout appear on your lips and tears threaten to fall from your eyes. He promptly kisses them away, dragging you into the kitchen. “And now time for the celebratory meal!”

You’re helping set the table when you notice something.

“Satoru why are there 2 cakes?” he dashes over to you as you open the box with a cake that reads ‘they suck anyway’

“Wrong one,” he swiftly pulls that one away, and opens the one that said ‘I always knew you could do it!’

You burst into laughter, taking in the view of your lover. You fight for each other in big and small ways. The man with whom you grow and learn. Your heart feels more full than your stomach after that dinner. Laid down on your couch, in each others’ embrace.

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated(❁´◡`❁)

[woozinhos]

Hi!! Omg i really like your works and youe cute pics arrangement for every fic 😭🤘

If you dont mind and if its possible i'd like to make a request of Dokyeom in arranged marriage where he is inexperience innocent sub with experience dom wifey where she taught him everything and at the end she showed him how does it feels to getting a ride 🔥 Thanks! Please stay healthy!

Hii oh my god stop thank you so much I’m going back to college tomorrow gonna suck fr 🤧but writing some fics tonight is making me feel better hope you enjoy!!

Dokyeom and you had been married for a few months in an arranged marriage. He was sweet and innocent, but completely inexperienced when it came to intimacy. You, on the other hand, were a complete opposite - experienced, dominant, and knew exactly what you wanted.

At first, Dokyeom was shy and hesitant around you, unsure of how to please you. But as you began to guide him and teach him, he started to come out of his shell. You started slow, teaching him the basics of pleasuring you with his hands and mouth. He was a fast learner, eager to please and always asking for feedback.

As he became more confident, you began to introduce him to more advanced techniques. You taught him how to use his tongue and fingers to bring you to the edge, and how to make you scream with pleasure. And finally, you decided it was time to show him what it felt like to get a ride. You straddled him, taking control and guiding him into you.

Dokyeom looked up at you with wide eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation. He gripped your hips tightly as you began to move, setting a slow and steady pace. He moaned softly as you rode him, his body trembling beneath you. It was clear that he was overwhelmed by the sensations, his mind reeling from the feeling of being inside you while also being at your mercy. You leaned down to whisper in his ear, your voice low and sultry.

"You feel so good inside me, baby," you purred, grinding your hips against his. "You're mine, and only mine."

Dokyeom's grip on your hips tightened as he let out a strangled moan. He was struggling to hold back, his body begging for release.

"Please," he gasped, his eyes pleading with you. "Please let me cum."

You smirked, your eyes dark with desire.

"Not yet, baby," you said, slowing your movements to a torturous pace. "You have to be patient for me."

Dokyeom whined in protest, his hips bucking up involuntarily as he sought more friction.

"Please," he begged again, his voice hoarse. "I can't take it anymore. I need to cum so badly."

You chuckled at his desperation, enjoying the way he was falling apart beneath you.

"Oh, we're just getting started," you said, leaning down to capture his lips in a deep kiss. "I'm going to make you wait, baby. I'm going to make you beg and plead until you can't take it anymore."

You continued to ride him slowly, deliberately denying him the release he so desperately craved. Dokyeom's body was shaking with need, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He was moaning and gasping with every move you made, his eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

"Please, please, please," he chanted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I need to cum, please let me cum."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how easily you could reduce him to a begging mess. You picked up the pace slightly, grinding your hips against his in a way that made him gasp and arch his back.

"Not yet, sweetheart," you purred, your own body starting to tingle with pleasure. "Just a little longer."

Dokyeom was practically incoherent now, his words reduced to incoherent pleas and moans. He was on the verge of tears, his body tense and trembling as he fought to hold back his release.

"Please, I'm so close," he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I can't hold on any longer."

You felt a rush of sympathy for him, seeing the desperation in his eyes. You leaned down to whisper in his ear again, your voice gentle but firm.

"Alright, baby," you said softly. "You can cum. But only after I do."

You quickened your pace, riding him hard and fast as you chased your own release. Dokyeom's eyes rolled back as he felt you tighten around him, his grip on your hips almost painful now.

"Oh god, please," he moaned, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum."

You reached your peak, your body convulsing around him as you cried out in pleasure. As soon as you did, Dokyeom let out a loud, broken moan and came hard, his body arching up off the bed as he emptied himself inside you.

He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. You slumped down on top of him, both of you spent and sated. Dokyeom wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he struggled to catch his breath.

"That was... incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You're incredible."

You smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"Me too," you murmured, tracing patterns on his skin with your fingers. "I'm glad we got arranged too. I never thought I'd be so happy with someone so inexperienced."

Dokyeom chuckled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"I'm glad I could please you, even though I was a bit of a mess at first," he admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're so confident and sure of yourself, it was intimidating."

You looked up at him, a teasing glint in your eye.

"Don't worry, baby," you said with a smirk. "I'll make sure to continue to guide you and teach you everything you need to know. You're going to be an expert in no time."

[prismaticpichu]

omg you asked for this 😅 💗 so please if you have inspiration, write some domestic fluff where sephiroth is already part of zack's family. i have a soft spot for sephiroth finding a family 🥺 🥰

Shdhdhhdhd SCREAMING AND SCREECHING!!! TY FOR INDULGING MY ZACKSEPH GONGAGA HEADCANONS, ILY 🤣❤️💖

(This may or may not be turned into a series!! If so, then this would be the first fic <33)

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✨ Sephiroth Fair: Fic #1 ✨

Sephiroth glanced up at the sound of soft, approaching footsteps, streaks of fresh starlight braiding through his hair as he turned towards the stairs, surprised yet unbothered to see Mary Fair descending into the moonlit den—tousled black hair and a sleeprobe telling him that the woman had just gotten out of bed.

"...Is everything alright?" Sephiroth asked instinctively, his voice a purposeful whisper, a vise of anxiety quietly gripping his heart. Could there be a monster in the area, a threat? Should he warn the town? Should he wake Zack? Should he...?—

But a single smile from the other diminished all his paranoia at once.

"Everything's fine," she assured, assuaged. "Just wanted to grab a glass of water."

...Ah, right. Of course. Relief immediately flooded through the man's chest, veiling the vague sheepishness behind his bangs. It was all still raw, the whole situation... He still didn't even think he swallowed all his incredulity yet, or even fully digested that this was his reality—his life. It wasn't a fantasy; it wasn't a dream; it wasn't something that would go away when he opened his eyes, finding himself back in his quarters at ShinRa, back on a mission, back in the lab...

He would wake up the next day, and it would all still be here.

He wasn't going to lose this place.

"My goodness... he's sleeping like a log."

Mary's smiley, amused whisper reined Sephiroth back to the present. He blinked, staring for a beat, then glanced back at the younger man slumped against his shoulder—breathing rhythmically, draped in a blanket, sound asleep...

His anxieties drifted away, budding a soft smile in their wake.

"...Heh. Yes." Sephiroth gazed fondly at his dear friend. "He decided my shoulder would make for the most convenient pillow."

Mary chuckled, leaning a bit against the banister. "How are you going to move him?"

Sephiroth's answer was immediate, knowing: "I won't."

"Oh, but it's so late... Don't you want to get some rest, dear?"

"Believe me..." Sephiroth gently shook his head, the silver strands brushing against Zack's valley of quills. "This isn't my first time."

"...Oh?" Now her voice carried an air of question, interest.

Sephiroth nodded. "Mmhmm. Several nights he would come to my quarters, drained, and insist on staying. Perhaps we would watch a movie, or whatever slop was on the television…" The emerald eyes seemed to glint as he canted his head, fondly observing Zack as he shifted and squirmed and murmured some sleep-drenched nonsense in his slumber. "And it wasn't much longer after I turned on the television that I found myself serving as a bed..."

The fondness could not be bridled in Mary's voice, her laughter rippling murmuringly through the half-sleeping house, her eyes impossibly soft and sweet and grateful as she continued to gaze at the precious sight before her—an almost magical spectacle, a bond so sincere and whole that it could set the whole alight with its warmth, could serve as the sun, and nobody would know the difference...

Her smile broadened, gazing at the man who had once stood nothing more than a splotch of ink on their kitchen table, gazing at the man who had taken such good care of her son. She watched as Sephiroth pulled the blanket tighter around Zack's shoulders, as his own smile softened, as his eyes glinted with a protectiveness and love so profound that she thanked every star in the sky that Sephiroth was with them now—that Zack had snatched the morning papers from her husband's hands, that he gaped and awed at the SOLDIER who posed in those photographs, that he declared then and there that he was going to join ShinRa...

Everything happened for a reason, she always told herself—a common Gongagan belief.

And that belief had been unfolded so beautifully in front of her.

"...He's so lucky to have you, Sephiroth..."

Sephiroth again blinked, suddenly grateful that he was facing Zack instead of Mary—if only because, that way, the onlty person to see the swell of warmth that flared (unbidden) onto his cheeks was sound asleep, dreaming. His hair curtained the rest.

...Lucky? Had his presence ever been described as such? Certainly a burden, a dream, maybe even an honor—

What are you talking about? You nearly...!

Suddenly, Sephiroth's eyes flared with memory, his cheeks and chest blazing with ice, alight with horrid images.

You hurt him...

You could have killed...

You...—

Then, just as abruptly, Sephiroth closed his eyes..

...No. It was over; it was scabbing.

He focused, just like Zack had taught him

The town was healing... Strife was safe; Tifa was safe; he was safe...

He breathed; he inhaled, exhaled even slower...

Zack was safe...

One... two........ three.

He opened his eyes, and he was still here.

He wasn't going to lose this place.

"...Mmn," he finally said, returning to Mary's statement just some short seconds later, the fond smile thawing back his expression as he gazed back at Zack—scarred cheek pressed against his own, "...And I am blessed to have him..." He paused, his swallow much thicker than expected, turning his gaze toward Mary, "...as well as this family."

Mary's smile could have turned the night to daylight. "Oh..." She reached out, gently ruffling Sephiroth's hair through the railing. "And we are blessed to have you, too, dear..."

Sephiroth had to clear his throat to avoid... whatever sound wanted to break through it.

Smiling still, Mary withdrew her hand, sensing the overload of affection still needed to be gradual, exposed to. "Try to get some sleep, Sephiroth. I'm sure Zack would be angry if you didn't."

"...Heh,” Sephiroth couldn’t help but chuckle, pillowing his head against Zack's feathery, harmless spikes. "...That he would.” He closed his eyes, sighing peacefully.

“Goodnight, Sephiroth.”

“Goodnight.”

By the time Mary returned from the kitchen, a glass of water in hand, the two brothers were sound asleep.

[selfshippingmayhem]

I'M SCREAMING AND CRYING OMG I LOVE THIS OH GOD OH LORD SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY AND THE CHEREN KEY CHAIN ON HER JACKET OMG I NEED TO PRINT THIS AND EAT IT THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

i feel very silly (and bored) right now so hi fellow selfshippers rb this with 1 f/o and your s/i and i'll draw them something. probably not veryy detailed but still :P

[itsstilltru]

I honestly want to see what non slug Ted looks like in your art style! :D

Now that you mention it I wondered the same thing so here we are! :D He has no idea the horrors he’s about to witness.

While I was drawing this lovely guy I had a thought… What if, years later, AM turned him back into a human?

what then?

…

[part 2]

[puffballwarrior-blog]

Goober

You befriended Magonyan!

The medal you got was sent to the Medallium!

[chickenconfusion]

CAN YOU GUESS WHO??

they go ":O"

screamed

cried

frothed at the mouth

omg I love this so much fuduhdndjsjjsjsjx

words cannot express how much I love this omg jejdhrhnesnnsjs

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

#YES YES YESSSSS ONE OF MY FAVORITES YET#ALL THE MIRROR SYMBOLISM GOES BRRRRR#fate laying in your hands AS THE DISC AND SOLO THROWING THE WATCH AHHHHHHHH#“tell me what you see” WITH SOLOS LITTLE KNOWING EYEBROW RAISE AAAHAGSJAJDHSKLS#the absolute DEVESTATION on Solos face over the “tell me is is true” line SOBBING#also i fucking ADORE the way you cut between the cafe scene and different events in the film that in INGENIUS#LOOKIN SO SLY YOURE DAMN RIGHT HE IS MR SUAVE SUNGLASSES SLOWMO WALK#THE CRACK IN YOUR EYE BEING THE CRACK IN SOLOS MASK HELP I AM UNWELL#ILLYA GETTING THROWN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN FOR YOU MAKE ME STUMBLE AKSHAKKSHSKLA#TIME AFTER TIME LIKE A WATCH KEEPS TIME AND HE THROWS THE WATCH AHHHHHHHHHHH#LOVE LOVE LOOOVVVEEEEE THIS ONE (via @justabigoldnerd)

Mirror Mirror (Look Into My Eyes)

not affiliated with the fanfic of the same name lol

[habitual-creatures]

Literally me whenever someone sends an ask:

/pos, y'all make me so happy.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

NOOOO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT!!!

BUT ALSO I LOVE YOU ANON OMG THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

[calciferstims]

like yeah of course I really love when people send me requests for things that I myself know and enjoy a lot, but I also love when I get requests that are like “hello can I please get a request for snorkle booblemaster from the 1995 movie: Booblemaster Returns???” and I’m like oh hell yeah dude. I’m gonna give you the best fucking booblemaster stimboard you’ve ever seen in your life.

[tiredlvna]

Last theories before Tears of the Kingdom is out

Okay, I've always seen the theory that Link will travel to the past in this game, but I'm thinking, what if it's Zelda who travels to the past?

Let me explain.

We see Zelda fall into the void, but she starts to glow. She will survive this moment. I don't know if it's part of her powers, but I get the feeling she's going to teleport.

We see her with a mysterious character. She does not appear to be in danger. But we also see her here on the surface.

The sky is empty, the floating islands are gone.

She doesn't seem to be hidden, so why would it be hard for Link to find her?

Putting the two together makes me think that they are not in the same year.

"Link. You must find me"

We also have two new characters.

I think we've all made the connection that they're the ones from the other trailer.

Is the first figure the princess who sealed Ganon 10,000 years ago? She was painted with darker skin.

I can't get a good screenshot because the game logo covers them up, but in the first trailer you can see both figures with their arms intertwined? Or at least working together on something.

We see Zelda talking to someone who could be the second character. And she's dressed in the clothes of this other princess.

"I know why I'm here. It's something only I can do"

Could she be in the past and has to replace the other princess to seal Ganon 10,000 years ago?

Or no need to go that far back, travel to a time before Ganondorf escapes (re-hidrates) and start gathering power or something to defeat him for good in the future. It wouldn't be the first time she's been trapped in the past (Skyward Sword).

So, who are they, the second new character? Well, looking at their hand, could be the being who gives Link his new hand? Which would mean, they are the person in charge of holding Ganon all this time.

Zelda said in the second trailer "Please… lend him your power", so she could be speaking to this new character and that's why Link has their hand.

We also have this. Zelda and Link? Zelda/Hylia and the new character? Either way, holding hands, like here.

I don't know, might be, might not be. I just can't wait for the game to come out!!

[seriousturd]

Blind Man’s Bluff Chapter 366 I looove youuuu