#What did I just write

[in-class-daydreams]

Imagine ex-husband Gojo having a brutal rivalry with your son.

You'd promise your now eighteen year old, "Sen, your father and I didn't part on bad terms. It would be nice if the two of you could get along."

Sentaro would scoff, crossing his arms and leaning in the kitchen doorway. "Strongest sorcerer in the world and couldn't protect his wife?" You touch a hand to the large burn mark on your chest. Sen watches the movement and shakes his head. "Like I could ever get along with a guy like that."

~

Imagine your son is the splitting image of his father, save for how his hair grows in black, then fades to white when it grows past the roots.

"You have my pretty face, but I don't know where you got such a shit attitude." Sen would be face to face with his dad while he was on business at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Satoru would look him up and down. "I know for a fact that your mom never taught you that."

Sen's face would contort into a look of disgust. "Don't act like you know her."

"I know her in ways no one else ever could--"

Uncle Suguru would be forced to intervene before everyone got to find out what happens when two hollow purples collide.

~

Imagine Satoru still loves you - he never stopped, of course - and visits you at the house while your son is on a mission.

"You miss me, don't you, mama?" he'd murmur in your ear while he has you crowded up against the living room wall. "You have a little mini me running around, so I bet you think about me all the time, huh?"

He'd be right of course, but life was so hard for you and your son after the divorce that you're reluctant to start up anything again. You'd always love Satoru, but you hadn't seen enough of him to know if he'd changed since you were last together. That said, it's hard to remain rational when the love of your life presses his lips to yours.

You won't get enough time to consider, however, since your ex will have been ripped away from you and sent flying through the opposite wall. Your son, just as tall as his dad, will be standing protectively in front of you, fists clenched tight.

Sen wouldn't look at you when you gently touch his broad back in an attempt to calm him down.

"Don't get too close, mom," he'd say with gritted teeth. "The old man's about to learn he's not the strongest any more."

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[herecomethatboi]

Dbd killers X gn!Reader

Tiktok on my foryou really fueled my writer-self and i'm not even sorry.

"Killer chases MC. MC gets cornered or sumthin and as the killer catches up, MC grabs him by his shirt/jacket/hoodie/thing, slams him into the wall behind him, tears his mask down and kisses him while leaning their full body weight on the killer.

Killer is like 🧍‍♂️

While MC just 🏃 to the hatch/gate."

Enjoy this silly thing and ignore any mistake I might made. English isn't my first language lol

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Ghostface:

You were the only one left. Meg was moried for looping Ghostface for too long and it pissed the killer off. Steve sacrificed himself to save you, since he was already injured and pushed you to run away while he got the killer's attention. Élodie finished the third generator before getting caught, and at that moment the only other survivour was you, who was getting chased by the Ghostface.

You got injured, but got away quick enough to heal yourself, hearing the entity finishing off poor Élodie on the other side of the map. You felt bad, since you could've saved her if it weren't for the killer lurking around the corner of the police station.

You huffed as you finished bandaging your arm and slowly started walking down the dark hallway, not making any sound in case Ghostface was near.

But luck wasn't on your side of course, since he appeared out of nowhere in front of you from the other room and you, by sheer luck got ahold of his shoulders and slammed him against the wall next to you, pinning him there.

You were shocked, as well as him, but to confuse him even further, you pulled his mask up to his nose and kissed him, while putting your whole body weight on him.

He dropped his knife in shock and just stood there, frozen in place. He didn't have enough time to react properly.

The kiss ended a few seconds later and you were gone, running down the hallway, to the main entrance, luckily finding the hatch there, making your escape easier than you thought ever was possible.

Even when you got back you brushed your fingertips against your lips, remembering Ghostface's taste. It was sweet and had an undertone of smoke. He's a smoker, but loves sweets, especially caramel.

The next time you met him, let it be trial or not, he gave you the same treatment, making the kiss last longer with lingering touches of his fingertips brushing down your spine, holding your face and touching your hips.

What was between the two of you was never talked about, but it was obvious for anyone that it was more than a game of cat and mouse.

The Legion, Frank:

One of the gate was already open, Yoichi got injured, but escaped.

Yui out ran the killer and got out as well and Feng was sacrificed already. Poor girl was trying to heal herself, since she had a medkit but made the mistake of making a noise, which alerted the killer.

That left you running from the Legion, trying desperately to get to the gate or at least find the hatch.

Another ding rang around the whole map, signalling the timer going even lower now and that the enitity is waiting to strike you and punish you for not escaping.

You felt it only once, but it was enough to not want to go through it again.

You jumped through a window, falling down from the second floor, making your landing more painful and slowing you down for a few second, which gave enough time for the Legion to catch up.

He walked toward you with such a cocky confidence that it irritated you. But, you got an idea, which made you seem scared, but actually tensing your muscles to get ready and wait for him to get close enough.

When he did, you grabbed him by the front if his hoodie and slammed him against the hay behind him, making him grunt in surprise.

You yanked his mask down from his face, not even giving him a moment to realize what was going on and you kissed him with so much force his knees buckled, you grip on him the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground.

You heared a whimper from him, but you were too focussed to truely do anything about it, or really realize what he just did.

You heard his weapon slip from his hand and that was the moment you pulled away and ran to the gate that was just a few metres away.

You made it out right before the timer went off, leaving Frank alone while he slowly slid down to sit on the ground and stare before himself in shock while panting and blinking like an idiot.

After he caught up about the whole situation, he had a little grin on his face and touched his lips, still tasting you on them.

He decided to wait for the next time he sees you again to give you a rougher treatment, as a thanks for making him realize something about himself.

Even if that something was a thing he swore he hated. Getting himself slammed against something solid was a new and exciting thing he wanted to explore with only you.

Michael Myers:

The two of you were staring at each other. Neither of you moving an inch, while making sure to note any tiny movement the other was making.

The others were dead already, only three gens done, which was a miracle when the trial was with Michael. With him, every single time only one gen was done, he somehow alway knew where everyone was and what they were doing. He finished everyone off with such quickness that even the Entity couldn't influence his perfect efficency.

Until today.

He was angry, it was obvious from the louder-than-usual huffs he was letting out, his shoulders more tense, his grip on his knife made his knuckles even whiter than his already pale skin was.

Something happened to him and you were the last one left, which meant torture until he was satisfied, not letting the Entity interviene.

Not like she ever did, but that's besides the point.

You held your flashlight, breathing as slowly as you could to try and react in time to at least give the impression that you were trying to run away.

You took a step behind you, there was a window, but even if you could just jump out, he would catch up and most likely make you suffering even more painful.

But you had an idea that Feng talked about jokingly. That is a video she saw where there was a girl running from a killer in a haunted house. But she turned around and slammed the masked killer against the wall, pulled his mask up and kissed him. Which made the killer stunned enough for her to run away.

You knew the element of surprise was everything, but Michael was stronger than a normal human, even stronger in trial. But you had to give it a try, for your escape at least or to gain time to locate the hatch.

You moved fast, jumped out quickly and dropped down, making you grunt but step away, seeing the killer climb out and drop down next to you.

You grabbed the giant man by his arms and with your full body weight, you slammed him against the wall behind him, his knees were bent, which gave you enough room to quickly as you could, pull his mask up and slam your lips against his.

Michael tensed up, his right arm shook with the amount of force be was gripping the knife, but he didn't move.

He was like a statue, too still to be human, but the surprise was enough for you to push him to the wall while you pulled away and ran as fast as you could.

You found the hatch without meeting him again.

You were the first person ever to escape the Shape.

Surprising everyone, being asked questions about the "how" and "why". You didn't explain, you couldn't.

And after that, whenever you had a trial with the Shape, you never saw him, but felt his gaze on you and you were always let go.

Why?...You never really got an answer, but on one part you were glad, and on the other you were embarrassed, since you knew exactly why he never approached you again.

What you didn't know is you became more of an obsession to him than Laurie, but a different kind.

A more possessive and dangerous kind.

[sahisan]

mind empty just imagining levi with a lieutenant!reader as keeping to yourselves as he is. bearing everything by yourself, not getting a chance to grieve (especially in the survey corps), and thus resulting in your emotions being bottled up for so long that you forget when you last got the time to mourn the loss of yet another one of your comrades. you've been through so much you don't even understand if you even can grieve anymore.

and the more time you and levi spend together — doesn't matter if it's on expeditions or randomly meeting each other in the halls of the hq — the more he starts to understand that what he sees in you is just a reflection of himself; of his own mindset and feelings.

and it's funny, really — he's basically observing himself from the outside.

levi can't say you two are close. of course, he's working on it (he really is trying), because the pull he has towards you hasn't ever wavered in the years he's known you, but it's so hard considering the circumstances you're living in. one day he's finally trying to open up to you, talking to you about how he'd lived in the underground all his childhood, and how much deaths he'd witnessed in his life that he'd long lost count of, and the next day he can find out you'd been eaten by a titan on another one of your stupidly dangerous expeditions.

and he knows, he knows that you're strong — shit, you basically equal him — that you can handle yourself in such dangerous situations where a normal person would die of shock immediately, that you're his god damn lieutenant, and you deserve your rank, but still there's this gnawing feeling in the back of his mind whenever he gets to know that you and your squad are leaving for yet another expedition, and he hates it.

every time you leave beyond the walls, levi tells you "don't die", or threatens that he'd come and get you in, quote, "wherever you go after death and kick your ass myself, lieutenant" when he has a particularly anxious feeling about the upcoming mission.

sometimes you come back with half your squad gone, sometimes with only a few people dead — doesn't matter how much, he sees the effect the losses have on you every single time, and he can't even bring himself to think of something akin to "they've been here for so long, should've gotten used already", because he himself isn't sure if he had gotten used to that.

and with the way you've both been so emotionally closed off for so long, levi can't help but start noticing how you finally start opening up to him, bits by bits, even if it's later than all of his attempts to do the same, but he's so fucking grateful you do, because he's never had the decency to come up to you and ask you to just talk. and it feels like such an accomplishment to him – to get a person with the same traumas as him to open up.

and when he thinks how proud he is of you, to try and start overcoming your own fears, to tell him the bits of your past and your fears and traumas, levi understands that he himself is becoming more open in your conversations; you helped him in finally opening his soul up after god knows how many decades, and to no one other than you.

the concept of time was foreign to both of you. as said before, nobody ever knew what would happen later today, tomorrow, the next week or month. but levi knows that now that you're in his life, guiding him through the debris of the mess that is his mind, death doesn't matter anymore, as you both try to live right now.

[luckyjiii]

movie night (l.z.)

WORDCOUNT - 1688

Paring - Laurance Zvhal x reader

tw/cw- fingering, unprotected sex, praise, soft dom laurance, aftercare, petnames, friends to lovers, possibly out of character, fluff after

Not grammar checked sorry! >~<

It was your weekly movie night with your best friend Laurance. After being snuggled under the covers with all your favorite snacks you decided on the movie EuroTrip. Although you wouldn’t be paying attention to the movie as you would rather stare at Laurance. As much as you would hate to admit it to him, he was incredibly handsome. His sandy brown hair hung gentle around his perfect face that you just couldn’t pry your eyes away from. 

You had started to see him in this new light after Aphmau’s Christmas party last year, where he had kissed you under the mistletoe as “friends”. It had been about a year since then and you thought the feelings would go away eventually but they never did. Ever since then you start to notice little things about him that you have progressively found more attractive. Like the way he would help you reach things on high shelves, his hands, the way he said your name… 

“Y/N? Are you gonna watch the movie or me?” A warm smile spread across his face. His teasing made your face hot, it was another thing you liked about him. “I’m getting to it,  just didn’t really interest me.” You replied as you rolled your eyes. You honestly didn’t really know what was going on in the movie.

 Not only did his looks distract you but also the fact you two were home alone. Usually his roommates would join you guys or be somewhere close by, but today Garroth went to his parents house for an early holiday party and Dante was working at the cat cafe they all worked at and probably went to someone's house after with Travis. He decided to change the movie to some random popular horror movie. You reached for your favorite chips and snuggled a little bit closer to him in an effort to take your mind off of everything. 

This time the movie was more captivating. At every scare you clung to each other and after he kept his hand on your thigh to calm you down. After a bit you realized where his hand was and how big it was and a heat started building in your stomach. Had he always done things like this? You weren’t sure but it was making your head spin. The movie had slowed down a bit and Laurence’s hand had been slowly sliding up your thigh but you tried to keep your focus pretending it didn’t bother you. He had to be teasing you again like always…right? Him turning his head towards you broke you from your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

“Uh huh”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Uh huh”

“Y/N I really like you.” His hand stopped at the bottom of your pajama shorts before sharply inhaling. “Do you like me too?”

“Uh huh” 

His other hand grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him. “Can I kiss you?” Instead of answering him you leaned in to capture his soft lips in a kiss. His hand on your chin sliding to cup your face and his other slide to your waist to pull you closer. He bit your bottom lip making you gasp and his tongue entered your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. 

“Is this ok?” He asked panting, breaking the kiss. You nodded your head too nervous to say anything. “Use your words baby.” Him saying that lit a fire in you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly started rocking your hips back and forth. You closed the gap between you and kissed him again. The pleasure you two felt made the kiss sloppier than the first one with moans and groans coming from him and you. 

Before you had realized it he had picked you up and started heading to his room. You gave him a confused look. “I just want you to be comfortable.” That made you blush and you hid your face in his neck. He opened his door and placed you on his bed before closing and locking it. He pulled off his shirt, showing his toned body making you look him up and down. “C’mon Y/N don’t drool over me now.”

 He got on the bed and put you into his lap again. “Are you sure you want this and you're not just doing this for my sake?”He asked as his hands reached the end of your shirt. “Laurance, please I want you. I want this so bad, I’ve wanted this for so long.” With no other words needed to be said he lifted your shirt over your head and started to kiss your neck. The kisses evolved into him softly sucking and biting your neck leaving a trail of mark down your neck. “God Y/N you're so pretty.” He groaned into your neck.

Heat flooded your body and in between your legs had this unbearable throbbing and wetness. “Laurance please” He lifted his head from your neck and looked at you like you were the only thing in the world at the moment. His blue eyes stood out more in the moonlight peeking in from his slightly open curtains. He hummed in approval and laid you on the bed. Slowly he took off your pajama shorts and panties. 

He ran one finger between your folds making you shiver. He made eye contact with you as he inserted a finger into you and started slowly pumping it in and out. This one finger reached spots you never could and felt so different. He added another making your back arch and let out a moan. “You sound so pretty baby.” He started to speed up his pace.

You threw your head back as he added another finger. “Laurance I’m a-about..” Before you could finish the sentence he quickened his fingers as you came. Your legs were shaking by the time you were done. “You ok?” He asked with a worried look on his face. You nodded your head, panting. He pet your head with his hand not in you and quickly kissed your forehead. “Do you think you can do a little more or are you at your limit y/n?”

“I want you in me please” You sat up and started to unbuckle his belt and slide down his pants. Left in his boxers he began to blush realizing what was about to happen. Slowly you pulled down his boxers and his dick hit his stomach. You gulped looking at it, this was your first time and this was one of your closest friends. A blush spread across both of your faces as he laid you down. “Y/N I’m asking you one last time. Are you sure you want this?” Even moments like this he was so worried and cared about you. “Yes Laurence please just fuck me.”

He softly laughed and carefully slid into you with you wincing in pain. “Let me know when I can move ok baby?” You tightly closed your eyes and nodded. After a little bit you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and tapped him to let him know you were ready. He slowly started moving quickly picking up his pace. “Fuckk princess it’s like you were made for me.” He moaned 

The only sounds in the house were skin slapping, moans, and the movie that had been long forgotten. You wrap your arms around his neck like you did earlier and pull him into open mouth kisses. Everything was getting too much, the only thing grounding you to reality was the scratches you were leaving on Laurance’s back and his warmth. It felt like you were melting into each other.

You couldn’t even say his name, you were so weak. One of your arms fell on your face, you didn’t want him to see you like this, it was too embarrassing.  You were about to reach your second orgasm when he noticed you covering your face and slowed down. “Nuh uh baby I wanna see your face.” He grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head, using his other hand to keep himself up. 

You whined before his pace quickened going back to what it was before. You started to squirm to warn him, you knew you were at your limit. “It’s ok me too, can you do it with me, pretty girl?” You couldn’t even respond as your orgasm hit you like a truck. You were seeing stars. By the time you came down from your high Laurance pulled out and came on your stomach.

“Are you ok baby?” He was laying next to you petting your head. You nodded too tired to speak. Your eyes started to close and you started to drift off to sleep before Laurance kissed you on the forehead. You had woken up not too long after to the feeling of something wet. “Sorry I wanted to clean you up but you fell asleep. Do you want to go shower?” You let out a sound of agreement.

As he picked you up bridal style as he wrapped you up in a towel. Taking you to the bathroom you snuggled up into his chest, his warmth could put you right back to sleep. The brightness of the bathroom made you squint and close your eyes, being used to the darkness of his room and the living room. You kept your eyes closed as you heard the water running and were placed into it. 

A warm rag was run over you until you were cleaned. “Hon, I’ll be right back I’m gonna grab clothes for you ok?” You nodded and just enjoyed the warm, relaxing water. You weren’t sure how long he’d been gone but he came just in time because he was starting to get lonely. He helped you get out of the tub and get dressed into a pair of his clothes. He picked you up again and you rested your head on his shoulder as he walked you back to his room. 

“I love you, Laurance.” You said it because of exhaustion but you meant every single word you said.”I love you too y/n” He said in that warm silky tone you love so much.  It wasn’t long before you hit the bed and fell quickly asleep.

Bonus

You woke up the next morning hugging Laurance like a big teddy bear. It was so comfy you never wanted to get up. You snuggled your face into him before he squeezed you, scaring you as you let out a yelp. “Morning baby.” He said while giggling. “Morning.” You hugged him tightly, inhaling his smell. It was another thing you loved about him, it was so comforting. 

“Can I tell the world I have a girlfriend?” You could tell he was smiling by the way he said that. You were going to talk to him about what you guys were after that, but girlfriend and boyfriend felt right. “Mhm tell everyone” He squeezed you again and kissed you. Nothing could ruin this sweet moment.

“LAURANCE GET UP IT’S SNOWING EVERYONE IS WAITING FOR US” You forgot about his roommates. Garroth, Dante, and Travis had gotten home sometime between you falling asleep and you waking up now. You had just told Laurance he could tell everyone you were his girlfriend but how were you supposed to explain to his other best friend so soon..? Garroth tried to open the door but to no avail.

“LAURANCE DID YOU FALL ASLEEP NAKED AGAIN?” You raised an eyebrow at him as he shook his head no trying to defend his innocence. He tried to get up to tell Garroth off but you clung to him. “Y/N just let me tell him I’m tired from movie night and we can keep cuddling and watch stuff in here.”  He whispered to you as you sighed and let him go.

He got up from bed and quickly walked to his door. He opened the door a crack so that Garroth couldn’t see you in his bed. Travis, who was standing next to Garroth, flashed a smile at him. “There you are! C’mon honey bear don’t you wanna go play out in the snow with us??” Garroth batted his lashes at Laurance. “No. I’m tired from my movie night with y/n we stayed up late and she’s still sleeping, so shut up.”

Garroth raised his eyebrows with a cheeky smile. “So if she stayed over why aren’t you sleeping on the couch?” Laurance rolled his eyes trying to hide his embarrassment of getting caught almost accidentally. He closed the door on Garroth’s face and sighed. “You idiot, she’s my girlfriend, why wouldn’t I sleep in the same bed as her?” Your face became hot, still not used to being his girlfriend. Being more awake now you clearly remember the events of last night, if you weren’t already red, you were now. 

Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt a dip in the bed next to you and a scream coming outside the door. Laurence hugged you and smiled but it was hard to appreciate the moment with the yells happening outside the door. “LAURANCE WHAT. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN ? HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL YOUR BEST FRIEND? OPEN THE DOOR.” You two burst out laughing but it wasn’t so funny when the door busted open with a fuming Garroth standing in the door frame.“LAURANCE..WHEN..?” 

“Yesterday, last night. Do you need more details..?” He said with the sass he only has for Garroth. Travis stood behind Garroth with a shocked look on his face but and both shook their heads no. “Um…so..are you still not going to play in the snow with everyone..?” Travis said, peeking his head out from behind Garroth. “We’ll be out later, just let us sleep in a little later and we still need to get my stuff.” You interjected into the conversation with a soft laugh. 

With that the blond and silver haired boys left just as quickly as they came. Laurance closed the door again as you fell backwards onto the bed. “I wonder if everyone will react like that..” You said while curling up in a ball to keep warm. The boys left the front door open and it quickly cooled down the whole house. Laurance crawled back into bed with you and wrapped himself and blankets around you. It was warm and comfy enough to fall back asleep.

“Maybe we should just stay in bed all day.” He hummed in agreement and you both fell back asleep.

[television-overload]

The Most Popular Man in D.C.

(X-Files Fanfic)

[read on AO3]

-.-.-

In the months after Scully is returned from her abduction, Mulder starts getting catcalled on the street on an almost daily basis. At first, he doesn't think much of it, but after a few weeks, he finds it odd enough to mention to her.

She walks into the basement to find him putting pins in a map of D.C., hunched over his desk in concentration.

"Mulder?" she asks with an amused look on her face, paused in the doorway with her eyebrow arched.

With a brief glance up at her, he asks, "Scully, do you think I'm attractive?" Her hand almost slips off the door handle.

Her mouth falls open to answer, but she has no clue what words might come out. What is it he's wanting her to say? He doesn't look like he's joking. In fact, he looks deadly serious.

"I–"

"I just mean, if you saw me on the street, would you—you know—whistle at me?"

His question startles a chuckle from her throat, loosening her tongue. "Whistle?" She stares at him incredulously. Where is this coming from?

"Yeah," he says. "Whistle, wave, shower me with unsolicited compliments?"

Normally, she might laugh, assuming this to be one of the goofy bits he does when he's in a good mood, but something genuinely seems to be concerning him.

"Why do you ask?" she says, brows furrowing as she enters the room fully, shutting the door behind her.

He puts another pin on the map, near the grocery store she knows he goes to near his apartment in Alexandria.

"Scully, in the last month or so, I've been catcalled by random women nearly every day, all over D.C." he begins. "On my run, at the gym, even once when I went to pick up more fish food at the pet store. All over."

"Catcalled, Mulder?" she asks.

"Yes!"

"Is that so unusual?"

His brows slant in clear concern. He needs her reassurance.

"Look, you're a... not wholly unattractive guy," she starts cautiously. "And these places—the gym, the park where you run... You'd be covered in sweat, wearing that— that sleeveless Knicks shirt you have..." She trails off, blushing profusely and hoping her hair conceals it.

"But, the PET store, Scully," he insists, thankfully too worked up to notice her pink cheeks. He gestures wildly at the map before him. "All of these pins are places where I remember it happening. All in the last month."

Oh boy. "Putting that eidetic memory to good use, I see," she says. She surveys his slightly manic appearance, gauging how worried she needs to be about his state of mind.

"There's a clear concentration in certain areas," he says, ignoring her comment. "Look: about four blocks from my apartment, see? There's a cluster of them, all near this corner."

She looks where he is pointing, and indeed, there are six pins huddled close to each other while others are more spread out.

"Do you have a theory?" she can't believe she asks.

"I was hoping you would," he says, a little defeated.

Well, if she's not about to be dragged into a wild goose chase investigation based on some theory he's concocted, then she's back to finding this entire situation hilarious again. "Why should I have a theory?" she asks, suppressing a smile as she crosses her arms and looks up at him.

"I don't know," he says, shrugging awkwardly. "You're a... a woman."

She rolls her eyes. "Thank you for noticing."

"No, but maybe you have some insight. A different perspective."

"Some kind of womanly intuition?" she asks doubtfully, challengingly.

"Well, yeah."

She purses her lips. She has no immediate answer for him, so the office falls silent. He slumps back into his chair, looking far more bedraggled than he ought to at just past 8:00 am.

No, Mulder, she doesn't have some insider secret about the female mind to explain this so-called phenomenon away, but... Man, that is a lot of pins on the map. All in the last month, he says?

Why are her toes tapping incessantly on the floor beneath the desk?

"Mulder," she starts, hardly believing the words that are about to come out of her mouth. "If you're that worried about it, maybe we should go check out some of these areas of concentration."

He looks up at her, just as surprised to hear the suggestion come from her lips.

"Really?"

She wants to roll her eyes again, but there's a knot of something she refuses to acknowledge as jealousy in her chest that prevents her from doing so.

"Only if you're that concerned," she says, hoping she sounds firm and not at all interested in why her partner is getting hit on by women left and right.

He fumbles his way to his feet, stabbing himself in the palm with a pin accidentally in the process. He curses under his breath and shakes his hand out while eagerly shoving his arm in his jacket sleeve. "Okay," he says. "I think we should start by my gym, that's where it happens the most."

"Fine," she agrees stiffly, trying not to picture him breathless after a workout and surrounded by his loving admirers.

She drives, because she needs something to do with her hands. He navigates. It's his steps they're retracing, after all. He knows best what direction they need to head in.

They park on the street, exiting the car and getting a feel of their surroundings.

"There's my gym," he points out. She's not exactly sure what they're looking for, but she keeps her eyes peeled all the same.

After a few minutes spent wandering near the entrance, she's about to call it quits, but then a muscular little brunette calls out from across the street, grinning from ear to ear as she shouts, "Woo! I'd pay your dry cleaning bill just to watch you work out in that suit, handsome!"

Before either of them has time to respond, or even come to terms with what just happened, the woman disappears into a storefront. A yoga studio, Scully deduces from the sign out front.

"See?" Mulder says, swinging his hand out toward the other side of the street. The suddenness of his speech startles her out of her tense posture, and she forces her shoulders to relax.

"I give her points for creativity," she says, marching primly back to the car and throwing the driver's side door open.

The next place they drive is the grocery store, just a stone's throw away from his apartment building. Once again, she parks, and they wander about, but this time, their fellow pedestrians are blissfully silent. She looks around. There's the grocery store. Beside it, a pawn shop. On the other side, a place selling herbal supplements... and possibly also other "herbal" remedies. RadioShack across the street. Not much going on at—she checks her watch—8:47 am.

"Notice anything unusual?" she asks, watching as an older couple hobbles into the grocery store arm-in-arm.

His shoulders lift in a shrug. "It's quieter than usual," he says. "I'm not usually here this early on a week day."

She nods. This stop might have been a bust, but at least she didn't have to hear another cheesy one-liner directed at Mulder.

They're not so lucky at the next, and—she decides—final stop.

About a block down from the coffee shop in Georgetown that he frequents when he has to wake her at an ungodly hour, two women loiter outside a shop advertising high-quality tattoos and piercings. One takes a drag from her cigarette, then calls out, "Let's see a smile on those pouty lips!" The other woman chuckles, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

Mulder gives an awkward smile and nod in their direction, and Scully promptly grabs him by the arm, ushering him hurriedly back to the car.

She stews in silence on the drive back to the Hoover building. She knows she has no right to do so, and yet...

"You see what I mean, Scully?" he asks. "You gotta agree that something's unusual."

Does she? He's an attractive man. YES, okay, she's attracted to him. Can she fault other women for noticing? Maybe they could do to keep their mouths shut and leave him alone, sure, but wouldn't most men kill to have that kind of attention given to them?

"I don't know," she answers, her hands gripping the wheel.

"I'm serious. I've lived here for years, and this has never happened before. Then all of a sudden..."

"You're reading too much into it," she snaps. Then, softening her tone, "I mean, if they won't leave you alone, tell them to back off. Tell them you're an FBI agent and can arrest them for harrassment."

"Scully..."

"It's not an X-File, Mulder," she says decisively. "We've missed enough work as it is. Just forget about it."

His jaw shifts like he's about to argue her point, but instead he says the words she's always longed to hear from him.

"You're probably right."

-.-.-

She tries to forget about it.

On Thursday, he cheekily informs her that he had been called a "handsome devil" that morning while stopping by the bank. Friday, the descriptive term is decidedly less work-friendly, but he saunters in looking quite pleased with himself.

Gee, she sure is glad she told him not to worry about all the attention he's getting. Now, he actually seems to be enjoying it.

The weekend can't come soon enough. At 5:00 on the dot, she bids goodbye to his boyish smile and wishes him a good weekend. At home, she finishes off half a bottle of wine and watches some trashy reality TV until it's bedtime, and she promptly passes out.

-.-.-

Saturday, she wakes up feeling stupid. After popping a few advil, she deep cleans her kitchen, tossing out the now empty bottle of wine and even dusting on top of her cabinets, a task that requires standing precariously on the countertop with a featherduster in hand.

As the clock ticks closer to noon, though, she begrudgingly pulls herself away from her work and readies herself for her afternoon commitment with her sister. On the way to Melissa's dumpy—temporary—apartment, she picks up lunch from her favorite Chinese place. It's been months since Melissa came to town. She's not the kind to stay put in one place for long. If Scully hadn't been abducted, or whatever it was that happened to her, Missy wouldn't have been there in the first place.

The apartment is one she'd found on short notice when she heard what had happened, and came to support their mother throughout the ordeal. It pays by the month, and has a serious ant problem in the kitchen, but otherwise isn't the absolute worst living situation Scully could fathom. She liked having her sister nearby, even if it was only for a while.

Now, the ceaseless call of adventure summons Melissa once more, and it is time to go. Scully had promised to help her pack her things this weekend, and now the day is here.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" she asks, loathing how the sentence makes her sound like her 15 year old self when Missy had first left home for her first (and only) year of college.

"You don't need me, Dana," her sister says. "Besides, you know I can only handle so much of Mom telling me what I should be doing with my life."

"She means well," Scully assures her.

"I know she does," Missy says with a smile. "And I know you're no stranger to doing the complete opposite of what she tells you, too."

Scully breathes out a laugh.

"Come on, help me take these boxes down to the moving truck." Melissa shucks her jacket off, tying it around her waist in preparation for the physical labor it would take to carry multiple loads of boxes down four flights of stairs. One of the worst features of this apartment building is it's permanently broken elevator. Moving in must have been a nightmare.

Bending to pick up her first box, Scully catches a glimpse of something on Missy's right wrist, visible now that her jacket has come off.

"What's that?" she asks, brows furrowing.

"Hmm?" her sister asks. Her eyes follow Dana's to the marking on her skin on the underside of her arm. "Oh, I got that while you were in the hospital. You're like 90% of my impulse control, Dana."

Her teasing tone does not negate the heaviness that comes from mentioning that horrific time for her family. That time when she was all but lost to all those who knew her.

"What is it?" she asks.

Missy sets her box back down, and Scully does the same. "Check it out," she says, drawing closer so Scully can see.

On her wrist is a small cross tattoo, remarkably similar in shape and size to the cross Scully wears around her neck.

Strange. She's fairly certain Melissa hasn't been to mass in years, much to their mother's chagrin.

"Why?" she asks, genuine confusion lacing her voice.

"Don't go all 'Mom' on me, Dane," Missy jokes, smacking her in the shoulder. "It's just a tattoo."

Scully shakes her head. "No, I mean, why that? Why a cross?"

"Oh." Melissa looks down at her wrist in thought, then back up at Dana. "It just... seemed to be the thing to do."

"Something to remember me by?" Scully tries to joke, though she's aware of how morbid that sounds, to live to see the way her sister planned to memorialize her.

"Actually, no," Melissa corrects. "It was your partner."

Huh?

"Mulder?" Scully asks, wondering how on earth her necklace—the symbol of Christianity—relates to her unbelieving partner.

"Yeah, it was— Look, it's not really my place to tell, but I saw the way he relied on that necklace of yours for strength while you were gone. Not once did I see him take it off. It was like, if he didn't let go of it, then he wasn't letting go of you. I admire that."

Scully still doesn't understand. "So, the tattoo..."

"Is a reminder to have hope," Melissa finishes. "To have that same belief in others that Fox had for you, even when things looked hopeless and we almost gave up."

Scully's heart twists painfully.

This marking on her sister's body is tangible proof of what Scully has known all along:

That her partner is something special. That his uncommon belief in the unbelievable leaves an impact, not just on her, but on others whom he interacts with.

She still finds it hard to fathom that there had been weeks and months where Mulder was out there, spending time with her mother and sister while she was missing, or lying comatose on a hospital bed.

"When you came back, and when you got better, I knew it was him that saved you," Missy says softly, as if she can hear her thoughts and doesn't want to disrupt them. "I know it's him."

Her sister's piercing eyes meet hers seriously, and she turns away, lifting the box back into her arms to serve as a distraction.

"We don't want to keep the movers waiting," she says, forcing her thoughts away from Mulder. Away from the dangerous thoughts that had filled her head all week.

Missy's eyes brighten, and she grins.

"Don't keep him waiting," she warns.

-.-.-

Scully hands her sister the last of the boxes, and Missy stands up in the back of the truck, brushing the dust off her hands with a satisfied sigh.

"That's the last of it," she says proudly. "Oh, wait—"

She turns quickly, rummaging through a few boxes before triumphantly extracting a small piece of paper.

"Here, give that back to Fox, will you?" she says, handing it to Scully.

"What's this?" she asks, turning the glossy paper in hand to look at it properly.

In her hand, she holds a photo of Mulder from one of the times he'd been locked up on trespassing charges that ultimately wouldn't hold. He'd gotten a kick out of getting his mugshot taken, and so had requested a copy of it upon his release, and the small sheriff's department in Idaho had granted his wish.

But why did Melissa have it?

"I stole it from his apartment," she says, answering her unspoken question. "Made some copies, spread them around."

"You— you did what with them?"

"Just gave them to some friends," she says, smirking as she plops down on the edge of the truck bed. "You know I make friends wherever I go."

"Yeah, but why?"

The conspiratorial smile on her sister's face comes straight out of their childhood.

"Has Fox been getting an unusual amount of attention when walking around D.C. lately?" she asks nonchalantly, concealing a wider grin.

"Missy, you didn't!" Scully says, her jaw dropping.

"You didn't see him, Dane! He needed a pick-me-up!" Melissa raises her hands in defense, smiling at her sister's reaction.

Scully scoffs, but only to prevent a burst of astonished laughter from escaping. "A pick-me-up, not someone to pick him up," she says in as chastising a voice as she can manage.

Only Melissa would do something like this. She should have known.

"So it did work after all," Missy surmises. "Good. He needed a confidence boost. Has his ego inflated terribly?"

This time, Scully does laugh. "Sure, maybe after he got over the paranoia of suddenly being the most popular man in Washington, D.C."

"I guess it would come as a shock," Missy says, eyes bright with mirth.

Scully smacks her sister in the arm. "He was convinced it was some kind of conspiracy!"

"Oh, well," Missy says. "The real conspiracy is how you won't hit on that man yourself."

She's going to miss her sister, she reminds herself. Just be glad she's been in town this long.

Nope. She still wants to throttle her.

She shakes her head.

"Melissa..."

-.-.-

The compliments—because Scully refuses to call them catcalls—continue for the next few months, though with decreasing frequency.

After thinking it over for the weekend, she decides not to tell him. Maybe some day, years from now, when they can laugh about it.

For now, she lets other women say her thoughts aloud, and delights in the way his cheeks turn rosy when she's with him to hear their cheesy pick-up lines.

She wonders how she didn't notice before, the way these women look just like people Melissa would hang around with. Choker necklaces around their necks, Doc Martin shoes... Mulder was onto something with his map. The gym: across the street from a yoga studio that Missy had gone to a few times. The herbal supplement place, one that Missy had definitely stopped by on occasion. The tattoo parlor. Self-explanatory.

Now that she's in on the secret, whenever it happens, it's like Missy is there for a second. It makes her feel less far away. She thinks of these women being handed a photocopied flyer with Mulder's face on it, and wonders what on earth Missy had specifically told them to do.

Whatever it was, it had been effective.

Funny. She never really pictured introducing her sister to her partner, but now she wonders how she didn't see it before. She's glad Missy stepped in to look after him while she was gone, even if it involved a prank of questionable taste. She wouldn't have expected any less from her sister. And maybe that was just what Mulder needed.

She tells him at the funeral.

It's too early to find the humor in it, like she'd hoped they would someday. But his lips do curl into a small smile. Remembering.

It still happens on occasion after that. And when it does, Mulder takes Scully's hand and whispers, "See? She's never really gone."

Melissa Scully had left her mark on Washington, D.C., even in the short time she'd been there. She left her mark on Mulder in the same way.

Years down the line, when the number of Mulder's admirers has dwindled to one, Scully lies awake, picturing his face as he whispered sweet words to her. His constant. His touchstone.

"You were right, Missy," she breathes into the still air of her lonely apartment. Sometimes it feels haunted by her ghost. Tonight, that brings her comfort. "You were right."

She thinks she hears the echo of a sultry whistle.

-.-.-

Tagging: @today-in-fic @agent-troi @baronessblixen @captainsolocide @cutemothman @deathsbestgirl @edierone @enigmaticxbee @figureofdismay @frogsmulder @hippocampouts @invidiosa @randomfoggytiger @skelavender @teenie-xf

[chiiyuuvv]

seunghan, best friends to lovers, poll, 399, wrote this the day before the news broke out, heh.

A few breathless whispers and you're pushed against the counter, a gasp leaving your lips as seunghans hands move up and down your waist, his face inches from yours.

"Tell me when to stop." Was the only thing he mutters before smashing his lips against yours, coaxing another gasp from you as your hands run up to his hair.

Seunghan was pretty sure this was breaking every rule in the bestfriends book, but he didnt care. his eyes laced with want and need from his bestfriend, that looked a little too pretty, knew him a little too well, and made him go a little crazy.

And suddenly you're in his room, your back laying against his bed as he hovers over your body with caution, trying not to put extra weight on you but also trying not to break the kiss. His lips move repeatedly against yours, his tongue parting your lips before finally slipping into your mouth, your hands rubbing at his back, your perfume sending him into a daze.

You almost jump when you hear a loud ping coming from seunghans phone, breaking the heated moment as he quickly turns it off, sending you a sheepish smile. "Sorry.." he rubs the back of his neck, getting off your body to touch his lips in secret, but you were watching him the entire time.

"Yeah.." you let out a shy chuckle, looking over to find the boy looking at you, before inching closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think its obvious how much i like you.. and im pretty sure you like me too." His voice is deep and cool, equipped with small smirk, making you shake your head with a blush.

"Maybe i do?" You shrug, seunghan lifting up your head to place a chaste kiss on your lips, joy taking over him. "Good." He smiles, finally able to cross the bestfriend line, moving to lovers.

.

"You know, i kinda knew you liked me." You say after a dozen kisses later, sitting on seunghans lap with his arms around you, pulling you into a cuddle. "Oh?" He answers. "When?"

"That night when you called me pretty.. there was this smile on your face when you said it that made me think."

"Well, i wasnt lying." He looks down at you fondly, playing with your hair before letting out a whisper. "My pretty girl.."

[sewinrat]

hehee....

maybe you can write about reader who scared Randal?

i mean it was just something joke

have good day!!

Overdue but here's my payment. Nothing just air and texts.

For some reason, you wanted to scare Randal. The boy who's amused by everything. The boy who doesn't even find death terrifying. The boy who you get the point. You tried to think of multiple things that could scare him but every plan you've come up with was immediately followed by a memory that you made remember that Randal likes whatever you have planned.

Then finally you've come up with the greatest plan. You remember Randal going feral and not in a good way, at this Cody person.... Cody thing? Cody is both of a person and store. So you kill two birds with one stone and kidnapped Cody. You actually kill two birds to use as bait to lure Randal. Setting up everything that does not really require a lot and hid Cody somewhere. You went to go find Randal holding the two birds in hand, "RANDAL! CHECK OUT WHAT I HAVE!" Soon after, you now have a Randal in front of you after telling him that you have more dead birds at the place where you hid Cody(you didn't tell him that you have Cody).

"Ooo what's that?" You pointed at pointed at the Cody's spot, acting confused as Randal looked at the direction you point at. Randal immediately jump so high and you bursted out laughing because he acted like a cat with cucumbers.

In the end, Randal had attacked Cody and Luther had to clean up the mess he left, not after telling you sternly to not do it ever again. You might do it again tho, because that's what good friends are for! Also because Cody is still alive.

[urarakasdiary]

- THE ETERNAL FOUNTAIN OF LOVE

Plantonic Dabi with his little sister! that suddenly turns yandere? sorry, I can't write anything cute.

First of all, Im so sorry for this long ass hiatus I wanted to get back to writing but I was going through some shit for the past year and a half 🥲 Im gonna try my best to get back to writing from now onwards. Enjoy! <3

Dabi never really liked you ever since his parents brought you home that day. He didn't want to admit it, but he wanted all the attention his dad could give only to himself. The attention was already torn away from him because of Shoto, you coming into the picture would make him invisible in the eyes of his father, which enraged him.

Of course, you were adopted; Rei could not handle another pregnancy. The day you came home, everyone noticed it. Touya's even more unusual behavior. He was staring daggers into your soul, cursing under his breath. He had thought why was he like this to you? Was he jealous? no way. You were just annoying. At least to him.

His father was a busy man, he would not visit the home often. Rei was sent away after the incident, Natsuo would go to school, and so would Fuyumi. That would leave him and you alone. He didn't think he would like spending any time with you alone, but you were actually kind of cute...and sweet? maybe even a breath of fresh air from his wild family? maybe it was because you were adopted, all his siblings tried their best to be kind and gentle with him, often keeping opinions about him to themselves and not pointing out his mistakes in fear of pissing him off. But you? god you ran your mouth so much with no hesitation.

You would be the first person to point out something wrong or mean he did or said. And you did it with no fear of him whatsoever. Growing up, he realized he loved you. You were the only partially sane person in this household.

"I will burn you so bad that even hell's fire will feel better than my flames"

"Touya-nii don't say that! that's mean. You should start taking classes on how to speak to people without making them piss their pants."

You were also the reason why he stayed home that cursed day. (The day he 'died'). You needed help with homework and asked him for help. He had not gone to school, ever. But since it was you who was asking, he learned it from YouTube just to teach you.

When you were in middle school some bullies learned you were adopted, and from then on they started picking and cursing at you. Some days the bullying was mild, somedays they would flush your face in the toilet bowl. You stayed quiet hoping they would change one day or another. But you could only handle so much.

Mental breakdowns were a familiar thing to you now, maybe even a friend who would visit often. Touya had picked up on your odd behavior, he shook it off for some days thinking it was a bad day or shit. But when the 'bad days' seemed more frequent, his worry grew.

He had you explain everything that was going on in detail. How could he have just shaken off your odd behavior? He didn't deserve to be your brother.

Maybe he was obsessive over his sister, but he was just looking after her.

Bullseye. He found them.

"Heard you girls love calling my sister names?"

"3 girls found dead at local playground, burned to death. Investigation launched on the 8th of April, no evidence or traces left behind, police suspect..."

He didn't expect the reaction you were giving from the news. He thought you would be happy, instead, you were crying yourself a river.

"Don't cry [name], come here"

You embraced yourself in the warmth of your brother, unsuspecting of anything.

"I'll always be there for you."

[starshower1215]

Slightly Delusional Take on Levihan

To add to the alreasy tall pile of Levihan theories, in the last phrase that Levi says to Hange, the "camera" really zooms in on his sad boy eyes and, as everyone has seen, he tells them, "Dedicate your heart." His eyes seem almost dead inside, but maybe we can interpret the expression as resignation.

As we have seen, Levi and Hange grow a little bit apart, or rather, they build up a big pile of unsaid topics. In the scene where Hange reaffirms the values of the Survey Corps, a manga panel zooms in solely on Levi's expression. In the forest scene, she tries to say things she isn't expecting him to hear, but he brings up the idea of running away and rejects it, because they both know it won't end well.

Five minutes later, I've lost my train of thought entirely, but my original idea was to translate Levi's expression, paired with "Dedicate your heart," as resignation. Almost like unrequited love, but it isn't that. Hange and Levi had moments shown where they had to remind themselves of their duties over their emotions, so this was just the closure that gave him the opportunity to resign himself to that reality. This entire post originated from the idea that Hange was saying, "I've got this cool thing going on [I'm really trying to do the right thing], don't ruin this for me/don't stop me [and it's really fragile, so just let me go, please]" because we all know she needs a mental breakdown. Her entire demeanor kind of reads as "Please forgive me" as well, and in response, Levi basically says, "If you can't dedicate your heart to me, dedicate your heart to this. I forgive you."

This was all probably very apparent, but it just clicked for me, so it is okay.

Also, I think a big trope for love stories is that the characters have a way of saying "I love you" without saying it directly. The most popular example I've seen is from the Princess Bride, I believe, where the guy is always saying "As you wish" (??? Something like this?). Maybe Levi and Hange have this "Dedicate your heart" as a step-in for "I love you/I forgive you," reminding one another over and over that it's all okay.

Further delusional, farfetched, and biased evidence about Levi dedicating his heart to her (as some have claimed): the size of your fist is roughly the size of your heart, and your heart beats on the left side of your body.

[twilghtkoo]

PLAY TIME

— pairings. chaeyoung x (f) reader x bestfriend!jungkook

— genre. smut with no plot 👍 established relationship! between reader and chae

— warnings. 18+, switch!chaeyoung but mostly dom!chaeyoung, dom!jungkook, f/f/m sex, jungkook and them are friends i just threw him in here cus why not, threesome, living room sex!!!, voyeurism, masturbation, squirting, cum eating??, doggy position, pussy eating, tit play kinda, hentai porn playing in the background, also NOT proofread cus im lazy :P

— series masterlist

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you never thought you’d be having a threesome with your girlfriend and your best friend. nor did you ever imagine chae would agree to a threesome with a man. 

your lips were wrapped around your girlfriend’s perky buds, flicking her nipples with the tip of your tongue making her whine as she grabs a fistful of your hair. jungkook placed behind you with his hands on your hips as he rams into your pussy from behind. you could just imagine your soul leaving your body and watching the three of you go at it, how your body would react to the sight. just the thought makes you clench around jungkook’s cock making him curse. 

your wetness milking his cock, pain and pleasure shot up your core, not really used to his thick length. you’ve had many things shoved up your pussy but not this big. it didn’t matter though, the taste of your girl’s boobs in your mouth and her below you as your best friend fucks you hard only makes you wetter, slicker as jungkook buries himself into you. 

“you like having a dick in you huh?” chaeyoung drawled, tugging a bit hard on your hair to pull you away from her chest. 

you nod, jungkook smacking into your walls forcefully after chaeyoung spoke, smirking as you squirmed in his grasp. 

“such a whore. a desperate whore to have her pussy stuffed, hm.”

“fuck!” jungkook pulls out a little and rammed his cock into you so hard your head slams against chae’s chest, your tits swinging from the impact. his name tearing from your lips. 

“jungkook!”

as chaeyoung watches you squirm above her, her own hand travels down from your hair to her center. using her fingers to gather her own arousal and spreading her lips as she uses her middle and ring finger to rub her clit. 

“i’m-i’m only your whore chae!”

jungkook begins to fuck you hard, hands on your ass to slap your hips together, a rough pace that fucked an indent into your couch.

“fuck y/n you feel so good, so fucking wet.” he snarls.

you were so close. 

“uuuumpphng..” you latched your mouth back onto your girlfriend’s tit, your orgasm crashed violently into you. it was so intense that it felt like your entire body was pulsating, your pussy clenching repeatedly around his cock, a mix of yours and his essence gushes down your thighs.

you hear jungkook groan as he continues to smash into you, his cock squirting one last time into the cum filled condom. 

your chest shuddering at the sensation of him slipping out of you. you pull away from chae’s chest as you blindly lean towards her, kissing her soft lips. 

you feel jungkook’s hot fingers curl inside your overly sensitive pussy as he scoops some of the juices oozing out of you, he swears he can feel his dick twitch at the sight of your reddened, swollen, glistening lips. his fingers hungrily are wrapped around his mouth as he moans from the taste. 

“so fucking good.” 

the sound of wet skin slapping was now gone, and you can only hear jungkook behind you catching his breath, you and chae kissing and the hentai porn that is playing on jungkook’s laptop. two women with big tits and thighs being stuffed outside on a beach by two other men with unrealistic big dicks. you knew jungkook was into hentai, you and chae occasionally watch hentai porn together when you both are really horny. jungkook was actually the one that introduced you to hentai when you walked in on him jacking off in his dorm a couple of years ago.

you feel chae tap your thigh. “lay down.” she instructs you. both of you switching places as she makes a home in between your thighs.

 you whimper at the anticipation of your girlfriend about to eat you out. jungkook is sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch stroking his cock as he watches the both of you, not sure where he should put his eyes. on the hentai porn he put on or on his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend who’re about to have lesbian sex. he’s got the real deal in front of him and not some silly little roleplay shit he watches on his laptop. 

his dick hardens at the sight. it feels like he’s in a dream.

chaeyoung licks a fast stripe down your slit, making you hiss at the sensation of her warm tongue. you grabbed his head, pushing her pink hair back to watch as she sticks her tongue inside your pussy and wiggling it around in your hole. her dark brown orbs flicked upwards, amused at the sight of you panting hard, back curved as she eats your previous orgasm, licking you all over.

“mmm, taste so fucking good, baby.”

“thank you mommy.” you half-groaned and half-moaned, she shoves her tongue into you again, rubbing her nose against your sensitive clit. she slides up and begins to suck on it, licking in between.

driving you insane, you closed your eyes and tilt your head back, your ears slightly red from the man who’s masturbating watching you both, body trembling as you come into chae’s mouth. clit throbbig against her upper lip as her tongue slid down and curled between your folds, moaning into your pussy as she drinks you up.

breathing heavily, heart beat racing as you opened your eyes, watching your girlfriend lap up her meal as if it’s her last, swiping his tongue all over your pussy until you are squirming under him.

chaeyoung giggles menacingly, around her lips and chin are glistening from your juices. 

“i’m not done yet, pretty girl.” 

before you could stop her, because you seriously might pass out if you come for the third time tonight. chaeyoung grins, leaning back down to place a gentle kiss on your inner, bare thigh, your eyes fluttering closed at the gentle feeling.

chaeyoung pushed a single finger into you and began sliding in and out.

“my girlfriend is so cute..isn’t she jungkook?” 

jungkook’s hand tightens around his cock as he starts to pump himself faster. 

his abdomen rising up and down, he can feel himself being close to his release. 

“y-yes, so fucking cute.”

chaeyoung smiles, “i know, my girlfriend is the cutest like this.” chaeyoung leans back down to suck on your clit as she pumps her middle finger in and out of you. 

unconsciously grabbing the throw pillow that you didn’t notice you were lying on, gripping it as you whimpered. 

“i want another, please mommy, i want another.” you panted out.

“another what?” chaeyoung purred, slowing down her finger pace.

you let out a whine, not liking how she wasn’t understanding what you wanted. how she wasn’t filling you up all the way. 

“another finger, please!” 

chae smirks, ramming a second finger in, thrusting them into you harder. you were squirming around on the couch, frantically reaching up to mess with your tits and nipples to add to the pleasure. the familiar knot in your stomach coming close.

you hear chae groan into your pussy, the lewd sounds of slurping as she shoves another digit into your core, deeper, all the way to her knuckles. 

“chae...ahh..so good...”

the smacking sounds of your wet pussy were getting louder.

“yeah? my baby likes this?” a hint of pride in her sultry voice. “mommy thinks you look so fucking sexy taking three fingers like the good girl you are, hmm. pussy wrapped so tight around my fingers.” 

you bite your lip, as you twist your perky, hard bud with your thumb and index finger. tugging on it.

“can you take four baby? can you be a good girl for mommy and take four fingers?” 

jungkook is literally humping the air as he’s jacking off to chae eating your pussy. he finds this so hot and he’s going to burn this image into his brain for the next time he’s alone in his bedroom at night.

you’ve never taken four fingers. but you want to be a good girl for chae. you want to be a good girl for her. you want more.

you nod, tears prickling the corner of your eyes from the immense pleasure. 

chae kisses and sucks on your clit before she adds another finger into you, fucking you harder and rougher now. you nearly choked and swallowed hurriedly so you could open your mouth again and scream her name. your hips rise to meet her hand, your wet walls clamping around her fingers, so close, so so close, so good. completely forgetting your guy best friend was watching all of this.

chaeyoung’s name kept falling from your lips and getting louder each time. so needy, so desperate, screaming you were going to cum soon. and you can feel it was going to come hard.

“cum for me,” chae purrs, biting her lower lip. “right now.” she didn’t have to tell you twice. 

breathlessly calling her name one more time, pussy throbbing as you squirt around her fingers, squeezing them tightly and listening to her squeal at the sight. as she tells you how sexy it was, how pretty you looked coming, how such a good girl you are for her. your juices dripping down your girlfriend’s chin and chest. 

head falling back gently, as your thighs are threatening to close around chae’s head. her fingers rubbing furiously and milking everything you got inside of you. 

chae dives back down once again, slurping you up, ignoring how your body is squirming and wiggling from sensitivity but she was too strong and she was making you weaker by just her tongue. instead, you tangled your fingers in her short pink hair and pinned her down there until he pulled her fingers out and whined under you, begging to be free.

“trying to suffocate mommy?” she snickers, wiping her chin and licking it off. 

you were too out of breath to say anything.

you suddenly remember you have an audience as you turn your head and see jungkook is in his own mess of cum and he’s lying on your coffee table in an awkward position. you notice his limp dick against his abdomen and spurts of his cum on his thighs and a bit of his chest. 

chae goes into your kitchen and comes back with a wet paper towel to gently clean you up.

“catch your breath, pretty. cause we’re not done.” chaeyoung says cheerfully.

[fantasticstoryteller]

I saw a post by @krossan, and it made me think: what if Clockwork redeemed Dan in order to release him to become the head of the Fenton family?

Like, what if Dan, inside the thermos, was treated to everything Danny had to go through? Everything at the hands of his rogues, his parents, Vlad, the GIW. And at first it makes Dan gleeful. The little crap who sealed him in the thermos, who stopped his own reign of terror was getting crapped on by the very people he worked to save.

After a while, he begins to feel something else. He remembers trying hard, trying as hard as Danny did. He remembers caring so much. And he starts putting himself in Danny's position. And, slowly, he starts to shift. He starts to see Danny and his family as things that need protected, not things that need destroyed.

And when this transformation is complete, Clockwork lets him out of the thermos, takes him out of time completely, and sends him back. So he goes to do what he now needs to do: protect his family. Except, while Jazz and Dani have no idea who Dan is, Danny fully remembers and is aware. So he has to build trust.

He's working on the whole "slaughtering of those he doesn't like" thing, honest.

Anyway, this has just been digging at my brain and may or may not come up again.

[mrpuzzlessimp420]

Mr Puzzles breaks up with Mario (Joke Fanfic)

Mario was chilling in his and Mr Puzzles's cringe house (aka Mr Puzzles' Film Studio) when all of a sudden Mr Puzzles bursts through the window like a theatre kid would and lands next to Mario.

"My dearest love pookie bear, I need to tell you something very important" Mr Puzzles said, very dramatically, moving his body and arms like he was a overachieving 15 year old in a badly done school play.

"Well, what is it my cringe fail husband?" Mario asked, wondering what his dearest love could need to tell him so theatre-kiddy.

"I-" Mr Puzzles started to say, extremely nervous about what he was about to say. This one sentence could ruin everything he built up.

"I LOVE SOMEONE ELSE!" Mr Puzzles declared suddenly, shocking Mario and not shocking everyone else reading this because they read the title of the fic (your a real one if you read this)

"What?!!!" Mario shouted, shocked at this revelation. How could Mr Puzzles love someone else?

With tears in his silly eyes Mario asks a simple question "W-who do you love then???"

Suddenly, a figure jumped into the room from the same window Mr Puzzles did

"It is I!" The figure declared

"Orange-Juice!" Orange-Juice exclaimed

"Are you serious?" Mario questioned, somehow acting with common sense for a change.

"O-orange kun, I didn't see you there" Mr Puzzles said nervously, tucking his nonexistent hair behind his nonexistent ears

"Don't worry my love, I will save you from this incredibly awkward situation" Orange Juice said grabbing Mr Puzzles and flying off into space or something

Mario just stood their for a second, wondering what the fuck just happened

Then Mario stopped not acting like himself again and went to go eat some spaghetti

The end

[kuromahiruma]

Just some random thoughts after watch jjk s2, Suguru is kind of "it's okay sweetie you did well" type of bf while pat your head when you make mistakes or feeling down

And Satoru is kind of "awww c'mon it's not like this is the ending of the world" while making silly face but trying his best to cheer u up type of bf

[flowersforlaila]

Queen Consort Alicent cleaning Warrior Queen Rhaenyra’s battle wounds can be something so personal—

Like Rhaenyra’s laughing because she got a very minor, totally-not-at-all-consequential stab wound; and Alicent’s going through seven different stages of panic because There’s a Hole in Her Wife’s Stomach.

Alicent’s fussing, Nyra’s wincing her way through laughter, and they’re both just so fondly exasperated with one another.

Alicent has her lips tightly pressed against her mouth, painstakingly cleaning Rhaenyra’s bloody wound so as to not cause her any further harm. She’s so focused she doesn’t notice the way Rhaenyra’s laughter slows into a soft quietude. A serenity swelling in the battle-worn Queen’s chest, adoration marking her features as clear as day. The high of dragon riding, the drum of a fight, the rush of blood that she cherishes at a grip of her sword all pale in comparison to the surge of emotion she feels at Alicent’s touch. The ministrations of her unrelenting love and care absorbed in full are enough to make Rhaenyra drop her sword and never pick it up again. She thinks herself mad, she knows herself in love.

She stills Alicent’s tender, steady hands. Cupping her love’s hands in her own scared palms, the hardened tissues of a dragon rider, she feels along the lines of abrasive skin she’s grown accustomed to recognize as Alicent’s. Permanent calluses from years of weaving, writing, and anxiety seamed into the tips of her fingers and the heart of her palm. Rhaenyra traces them as she’s done a thousands times before, gently, adoringly, mindlessly. She could trace them in her sleep, she knows this. She touches them to her lips and holds them there, speaking a love into them she doesn’t think she can articulate in words. Alicent gasps, a soft sound that disrupts the quietude of their shared room and Rhaenyra knows Alicent understands.

There are bandages loosely hugging Rhaenyra’s torso. Alicent is seated in-front of her with a inquisitive look in her eyes; to which Rhaenyra returns a blessed smile.

“Thank you,” she says, lilac eyes fixed on Alicent, “For taking care of me.”

It’s so unvaryingly sincere Alicent doesn’t know what to do with herself, hands still clutched in Rhaenyra’s palms. She bites the inside of her lip, so as to stop a completely idiotic smile from emerging onto her reddening face. She doesn’t think herself successful from the way Rhaenyra’s smile twitches into a full grin. Ten years as her Queen Consort and Rhaenyra persists to blindside her at the most inconspicuous moments, wholly by just being herself. Her lovely, lovely self.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Alicent smoothly detaches herself from the Targaryen’s grip and resumes mending her stupid wife’s utterly careless injuries, clipping out, “You’re very welcome. Faith knows I’m seldom afforded all the proper acknowledgment for all my ever-so valiant efforts.”

Rhaenyra takes to laughter then, the softness still presiding in her eyes, and consequently, is met with a sharp pain effected by an ever-bruised torso. Wincing, she doesn’t miss the way Alicent’s lips turn up, cheeks still a delicate red, as she continues to tend to her lover’s wounds.

[cookiesupplier]

You're visiting Paris *wink-wink* with Noah and Folio. Who goes where?

I... I... I'm Australian and have no clue about Paris.. BUT I have a feeling that wink wink implies you are looking for a smutty answer for this? I'm going to do a little bit of a snippit of two things.. just a little!

I've never actually written a head canon before.. so.. I have NO IDEAS! I'm... blank... lets see what my fingers so... I'm supposed to be working on my next fanfic part for Roses, whoops. lol

SFW:

Noah is looking for the quiet more peaceful places. With all the intensity of the concerts, he just wants a quiet place to sit with you, museums, galleries, even a park. Quiet moments are precious, even in a foreign city.

Folio is all for taking you out for at least one wild ride while in the city, whether it be high up, or just going so fast to do something stupid in.

NSFW

Come night fall neither one would want to let you out of their sight.

Folio is partial to you riding him, he loves watching you bounce on his cock, his hands hold your hips, roaming up your body and exploring every inch of you as he praises just how perfect you feel.. how wonderfully you cum on his cock every single time for him Princess.

Noah wants to taste you, he always wants to taste you, he can't get enough of you. Even after he's just finished inside of you he wants to get his mouth on you, he doesn't care how dirty it may seem.. he just can't get enough..

(noah x folio x reader) Folio would be directing Noah while he eats you out, holding you there as he makes you cum again, and again until your a weeping mess.. He loves seeing you like this, his hands running down your body at both of their mercy.. panting, before your begging for both of their cocks despite only just moments ago begging for Noah to stop with his tongue.. but I thought it was too much Baby?

[aurae-rori]

i promise i will analyze again. i am just very tired and eepy all of the fucking time and although my brain goes whirr, it too must rest. the confines of the cage of mortality grip my very soul.

aka: im procrasinating