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evanpeterspeter · 4 months ago

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Tate’s Mommy

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A/n: based off the votes, Tate with a mommy kink won! If anyone wants any specific requests, feel free to drop an ask or dm me.

Disclaimer: In no way this story promotes any act of pedophilia or any interactions with a minors. They are both over 18. Thank you! Enjoy.

Tw: Nsfw acts. M receiving, non protected p in v, mommy kink, (potential äge play? Idk) and so on :3

Wc: 1.5k

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After a long exhausting 10 hour shift at the library, tutoring other students in your university, you head into your doom and gloom home, kicking off your beat up Vans against the scuffed walls.

Upstairs is where you headed, to your comfortable bedroom. Your room was full of books, beautiful well fed plants, dim yellow lights and rustic vintage furniture. You still kept some of Tates 'taste' like his Nirvana albums, his radio player, his dirty, well loved Converse and small knickknacks. Looking forward you see a soft bodied boy, in a fetal position, fidgeting with his sock covered toes together, wearing a green striped long sleeve shirt, with a dusty colored blue of his jeans and is facing the other side. "My love?" You spoke softly as you plopped your bag by the door. Walking to him, you gently sat on the bed, caressing his waist and hip. "Baby boy...are you okay?"

No response. "Baaaabbyyyyyy..." you hummed to him, while still continuously rubbing him. You got a sniffle out of him and a soft whimper. "My love? What's wrong?" You sat by the head of the frame, pulling all of him up to your chest. He looked up at you with red watery eyes, his face very flushed and salty, he let out a wail of distress, clinging onto your v neck shirt. "My beautiful, baby boy what's wrong?" He lifted his heavy head to look up at you, with those big beautiful Astrid eyes. "I-I had a nightmare, w-where you left me and when I woke up..you-you weren't here!" He bawled, hiccuping in every other word. "I'm here now, my love. Mommy isn't going anywhere, okay?" "You were gone all day, I thought you left me f-forever!" He puled to you. You pushed his hair out of his flustered, damp face. "And why would I ever do that?" "I-I don't know...cause you don't like me?" You playfully gasp putting your palm to your chest. You earn a small chuckle from the blonde boy. "Why you little-.." you peppered his face is kisses while tickling his sides. He squirms and starts laughing. "Ahh, okay! You win!" He said between his pleas of laughter. You kiss the top of his head and caress his cheeks. "I love you, you are my world. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you were gone. Mommy would never leave you okay?" You glid your thumb over his bottom lip. He gently nodded. "Good boy.." you said in a seductive manner. His eyes shot open and his cheeks became flushed. "Mommy is gonna shower okay? Did you shower?" The blonde nodded and held onto you.

Stepping out the shower, you felt so relaxed and refreshed, washing the day away from your body. You wrapped a towel around yourself, heading to your sometimes shared bedroom and then closing the heavy old door. There sits Tate with a big smile on his face, sitting criss crossed on the bed just waiting for you. "Hey, handsome. What are you up to?" You spoke smoothly, drying yourself off. "Watchin ya.." he looked you up and down, biting his lip. "Oh yeah?" You smirked, unraveling the towel around your soft body, you open it up showing off your beautiful frame. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered. Tate instantly put his hand over his crotch to try to hide his growing member. "What's wrong my handsome boy?" You dropped the towel and got on the bed, pushing him flat against the plump mattress. You hovered over his body, straddling his hips, one arm holding you up and the other pinching the bottom of his chin. "You wanna tell mommy what's wrong?" You leaned closer to his face, your lips grazing against his. His breath hitches as you feel his cock twitch against your sopping cunt. "I-I..you make me h-horny y-y/n.." he choked out. You let out a small huff of a chuckle and gently shook your head 'no'. "That's not my name, Love.." you press a soft kiss against his warm lips. He gasped gently and gripped the sheets with his fists. "M-mommy.." he said while fluttering his lids shut. "Good boy.." you deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue dance with yours.

You pulled away from his raw lips and looked into his eyes. He half liddedly smiled at you with his dimples peeking out. "Come here my baby boy." You laid on the bed and pulled him to your chest, he put his gentle lips on your nipple and suckled on it while he palmed himself. You arched your head back in pleasure, feeling your bunch soaking the bed sheets.

Looking back down at the beautiful dirty blonde boy, suckling on your nipple. You pull him off your tit by cupping his face. "You've been such a good boy, Tate..mommy's going to reward you now." You moved him to the side, crawling to in between his legs, palming his cock through his pants. He lets off a small sigh of relief. You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his thighs, then soon after his boxers. When pulling his boxers down his cock sprung up, smacking against his happy trail. "So hard for me..good boy.." you stroked his cock and kissed his hot pink tip. His precum seeped onto your lips like a gloss, you licked your lips, licking his salty juices off. He let off a breathy moan and tries thrusting his hips. You shook your head 'no' while still stroking him. "No no my love. Have patience." You wrapped your lips around his head and sucked on it. He grabbed the back of your head and squeezed a fist with your hair in his hand. You let off a small moan, pulling off with a sucking sound. He let out a whimper and bucked his hips, waiting for some more friction. You giggled and wrapped your lips around his impressive length and went down to the base of his member, your nose muzzling in his patch of blonde hair. You bob your head up and down while looking up at him. His head and eyes were rolled back as he enjoyed every moment. You pulled off with a pop and started kissing the sides of his cock, then stroking it at a fast pace. "Such a good boy." You kissed his inner thigh, leaving lovebites on him. "Mmmm...I'm gonna c-cum.." you instantly stopped and pulled away. He raised his eyebrows and pouted. "Noooo...please mommy?" You shook your head with a big grin plastered on your face. "I need you, please mama?" He whined softly. He grabbed his member but you promptly smacked his hand away. "No touchy.." his eyes water as he bucks his hips in frustration. "P-please.." he said as his voice cracked. "Okay okay..since you said please..I will reward you." You kissed his tip and crawled up on him.

You had your cunt against his throbbing member, rubbing it from your soft wet entrance to your tender bundle of nerves, up and down stimulating yourself.

Slowly lowering yourself onto his shaft you softly wince at his thickness and length, stretching out your core. "Mm fuck, baby.." you moaned. Finally lowering yourself onto the base, then you gently bounced on his cock. Tate let out some mouthy moans and held onto your hips to help keep pace. You tossed your head back, in bliss and pain, feeling how deep he hits in you. You fall forward and crashed lips as you rode him fast and hard. You felt your clit rub friction against his base, causing you to start feeling your core tighten. "I-I think I'm gonna cum.." whimpered Tate. "G-go ahead baby.." not long after saying that, your climax hit a high and you finished, tightening around his cock. You felt his thick white ropes fill you up, so much that it leaks down his shaft, while still pumping in you. He lets his small rabbit humps come to an end and then he turns limp on the bed.

You look up at his soft flushed face and pulled him into a bonded kiss. Once pulled away, he looked at you with his eyes heavy. You couldn't help but smile at his exhaustion. "I love you.." you whispered.

"I-I love you too.." he uttered back.

You pull off of his now relaxed member and he lets out a soft groan. You giggle and went to the restroom to freshen up and brush your teeth.

Once you came back, you wiggled his boxers back on and took the jeans completely off of him. Laying in bed you put the sheets over yourselves and he curled up on your chest, peacefully resting against you.

"Good night my love.."

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pigfacedbitch · 1 year ago

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Falling In Love With Leo Valdez

summary : title speaks for itself. reader is a daughter of Poseidon. timeline is from the lost hero to mark of Athena.

word count : 0.7k

type : imagines

pairing/s involved : Leo Valdez x Reader, Brother! Percy Jackson x Reader

warning/s : dealing with a loved one's disappearance, depression, and coping

here is my masterlist!

Percy is the amazing older brother anyone could ever ask for. He made sure that you were thoroughly trained and well-oriented on what it means to be a demigod.

The only downside? He is extremely protective, especially when someone is romantically interested in you.

"PERCY!" You see the camper who flirted with you earlier got knocked off of his canoe and almost drowned in the lake.

"What? It wasn't me."

But his face says otherwise. He can be insufferable.

You love him dearly anyway.

So when he vanished that summer, you are a mess. Chiron had to monitor your every move because you might try to find Percy on your own.

Annabeth told you she received a word of where he is and assured you that everything will be okay. Instead she brought back three strangers with her.

One particularly caught your attention with his elf-like features and scrawny build. You found him... cute.

As expected, Leo flirted with you right away. How could he not? You are hot! 😍

"Hey there, cutie. Are you a goddess?"

"No. My name is (Y/N)."

"Leo Valdez but you can call me anything you want-"

"How about dead?" Annabeth cuts him off, giving him an icy glare. That was enough to shut him up.

Leo uses all of his time to be with you. He is so in love, it's almost sickening.

At first, it's just harmless flirting.

Then he notices the little things— you don't eat that much, easily space out in conversations, lethargic, and has always a forlorn look on your beautiful face.

You, on the other hand, have repressed your emotions to look 'strong'. Annabeth tries to be there for you but she is suffering too.

That's why you bawled your eyes out when Leo asks you about Percy one night.

After that, he swears to you that he will be there to help you cope and look for your brother as well.

He lessens the flirting, shifting to jokes and funny stories that make you laugh.

Disobeying the rules in the dining pavilion, he eats his meals with you on the Cabin 3 table.

You're the first person he brings in Bunker 9, letting you use the place for your own leisure. You often nap there.

Despite the instant attraction, trust gradually grows between you and Leo.

You weren't some silly crush anymore but someone Leo can confide in, and he to you.

Those who observe see that you are becoming lively again. Your smile is no longer forced, you're now eating well, and looking forward to training and games.

The moment you realize Leo wasn't just a friend was because of some jerks who think you were out of his league.

"Come on, man. She wouldn't date you."

You quickly walked up to them and kissed him in front of everyone.

To say Leo is surprised is an understatement. He almost blew up right then and there. That was his first kiss.

You had to pull him to your cabin to confess properly. Let's just say Leo had more than his first kiss that night. 👀

You two aren't officially dating yet, probably because of the war that's about to come.

However, you act like you do— displaying affections, acts of service, and most importantly, keeping each other alive.

There were no need to exchange I love yous, actions were more than enough. Though, Leo loves saying that to you whenever he can.

Annabeth knows Percy will likely kill Leo but if he makes you happy then why not?

Flashforward to Camp Jupiter, you walk to Reyna with Jason and the others. By the distance, you see Percy running towards you with his hands reaching out.

He engulfs you in a hug that you're sure will break your ribs.

"How come my little sister got smaller?"

"Shut up."

You both feel the heavy weight of worry on your shoulders disappear, Percy tigtening his hug on you if that was possible.

Even with the danger looming over all of your heads, you felt safe and content in Percy's arms. Everything seems perfect.

Now, there's only one problem...

How can you tell Percy that you're in love with Leo without the chances of drowning him to death?

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silencesscreams · 1 year ago

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𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

james potter x reader

“inescapable, im not even gonna try, and if i get burned, at least we were electrified.”

a/n: maybe (just maybe) this was inspired by dress - taylor swift 🫡 also, ive had this in mind for AGES now, pls tell me about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language!! also, i made up some characters just to have something to fit into the story pls dont mind that

warnings and tags: afab!reader, angstyish if you squint, uncomfortableness??, oh my god the tension, intimate and touchy relationship between friends, james mentions other girls blablabla, kissing, stitches, open wounds, falling, body shots, hickies, slighttt choking, oral sex (f receiving), praise, degradation???????? penetration, unprotected, v soft ending, use of y/n a couple of times, slow burn?? words words words. (god how i love james potter). james is a player !! r is in the marauders group, r is v close with lily, like two years after finishing hogwarts, marauders working together on the orderrrr

it started on your third year.

you were seated with a redhead named lily in potions, she was sweet. she was friends with boys mostly, so when you started getting close she was happy to have you as a friend.

on your first trip to hogsmeade, she came a long with you and brought four boys along with her; remus, sirius, peter and james.

james potter caught your eye as soon as you saw him for the first time, he was laughing to something sirius had said, and you swore that was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

you bonded over the same taste in candy at honeydukes, music, books and enjoying the same sorts of jokes. not much longer, you could consider him one of your best friends.

after a while, you found out james was touchy, at least he was with you. he would play with your hands when he was bored, cracking your knuckles for you.

he’d always listen about all the gossip and talk shit on mutually hated people. lily was happy you got along, and most of her girl friends and guy friends were also your friends now, which made you incredibly happy to have found yourself in a group like that. you were happy about how a great friend james was, he was so nice to you.

well, until your sixth year. that was when james started getting girls, suddenly, over the summer, everyone started to drool over him. at first, it didn’t even bother you that much, sure, you bawled your eyes out when he skipped your usual outing in hogsmeade to go on some stupid date with some stupid girl, but it didn’t even bother you that much, did it? you dont know, but it started really to bother you at some point, sure, no one else was caring about it like you were, but maybe no one else was around him like you were. maybe no one else knew him like you did, at some points you even asked yourself if you really knew him after all those years. you even spent christmas with him once, how could you not know him? maybe you only knew what he wanted you to see. god, you hated this feeling.

around october it was really pissing you off. he barely hung out with you anymore, of course you always saw him in groups, but you liked being alone with him listening to music or doing nothing at all. james was sweet to be around. he was caring, and you liked his smell. the way his arm would always be around your shoulder.

but in november, what really pushed you over the edge, was him showing up to dinner with his neck filled with hickeys, really showing them off. he sat down next to you, as sirius and remus both eyed him, pretending they weren’t seeing shit, but they would probably joke around about it when you and the girls weren’t around. and that was it for you. you got up, got your books and left, you couldn’t stand to do this on that day. not when your clothes didn’t sit right, not when you didn’t feel clean, not when your hair was not staying how you wanted it to stay. not when you figured out you might be in love with your best friend.

“where you going?” james asked as soon as you got up, you ignored him and just started walking. your eyes just might’ve started to water and god you needed to go somewhere you could be alone.

so you found yourself in the library, sat next to the window, thinking about how you were going to explain storming off like that to your friends, and worst, to james. all of it was so fucking stressing.

“hey.” you heard someone whisper, and so you quickly dry your cheeks with your sleeves, turning around to face james.

“hi.” you whisper back, he signals to the chair next to you, asking if its taken. you shake your head in response, he smiles and sits down.

“what’s going on?” he asks, staring at you with his brows furrowed.

“don’t worry about it, you can leave. i know you have a date with that ravenclaw girl, i’m just upset. its nothing.”

“you really think i care about her?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “you’ve been quite upset these days, haven’t you?”

“yeah, i guess, don’t worry, really. you should go and have your fun.” you reply, smiling empathetically.

“i dont wanna go.” he answers quickly, he looks around, trying to find something to say. and then he sees your redish eyes.

“oh y/n, com’ere” he gets up, opening his arms, you roll your eyes playfully, getting up and hugging him. you dont know why but his hugs always made you feel better. it was like he took all of the sadness from you and just threw it out. he was wearing a new perfume. he smelled like 2 in one shampoo and lavender soap.

“you can go to your date, i’m fine. i swear.” you say, still hugging him.

“i dont wanna go. i wanna be here with you, that okay? plus, i need to catch up on history of magic.” he said, sweetly kissing the stop of your head, and afterwards, pressing his chin on top of it. and you didnt know if it was the moment or something else, but that was when you knew.

when you were sure of it all. when you needed to tell someone else or you’d explode.

“lily, i need to tell you something but you need to promise me this stays just between us. really.” you whisper as she takes a sip of her butterbeer.

“what’d you do?”

“i didn’t do shit. listen, don’t judge me, alright?” you reply, frustrated. she nods a yes. “i think i might be very into james and i have no idea how to deal with it.” you blurt out, staring at your own cup, too nervous to look at her.

“oh, i already knew that.” she answers.

“no you didn’t!” you whisper-shout at her

“i mean, it was a very firm theory. i just know you and the way you get silly around him and his dates sort of made me sure of it.” she smiles.

“god. im so stupid” you whisper, facepalming yourself.

“no you’re not. you should see the way he looks at you.” she says, grinning at how red your face is.

“lily, he’s had like, 20 girlfriends this past year, he’s not into me.” you answer, rolling you eyes.

“alright then.” she said, irony taking over her voice.

“im serious!” you reply, and she nods, still ironically.

for the rest of his 6th year, james didnt have any girlfriends. and on his 7th he had a few flings, but so did you.

“i just don’t get why you’re going out with this asshole!” james said while you walked with him to transfiguration class.

“he’s not like that, james, just give him a chance.” you smile at his horrified look to your comment.

“corrigan almost made me fall off my broom once, he actually is like that, sorry sweetheart.” he emphasized the part where he says corrigan is like that.

“james, we’re not getting married, its just a date.”

“a fourth date.”

“come on, he’s fun.”

“y/n, if you wanted fun you should be dating me.” you roll your eyes at that. “where’s he even taking you anyway?”

“madam puddifoot’s, i think” you answer, knowing exactly what was about to go on.

“oh, in his dreams. he’s gonna try to bang you i just know it.”

“at a tea shop?” you laugh.

“oh please, don’t tell me you’ll let that asshole suck your face.”

“i dont talk about who sucks YOUR face. because just let me add that this gale girl you’re going out with will probably give you a disease.” james laughs at that. “im serious! shes sick all the time, every time i see her shes coughing and sniffing and all of that.”

“that reminds me i gotta break up with her.” he sighs.

“nooo, why? i thought things were going well”

“nah, we’re just not good together.”

“maybe because every time you went out with her you used it as an excuse to spy on me and corrigan.”

“just trying to protect my closest friend. thats all” he smiles, winking at you and you swear you can melt into a puddle right there.

“shut up, you’re just doing this because you hate him.”

“im serious, darling. he IS an asshole.”

“i guess i’ll just have to figure it out myself.” you wink back at him.

“oh would you just look at that.” james whispered, looking through the window at mrs. puddifoots door.

he could ser how corrigans face was close to yours and how suddenly he kissed you, one hand on your upper thigh and the other on the back of your neck.

“is that jealousy im sensing, prongs?” sirius laughed.

“n-no! its just disgusting, he’s a prick” james was suddenly defensive.

“y/n/n seems to like him though” remus commented.

“shut up.” james said, still watching how corrigan was gripping onto you. ‘god, i hate him so much’ he thought to himself.

and that went on until you and corrigan broke up. he did end up making james fall off his broom, he had to get 20 stitches, and you cried about it. as soon as james hit the grass you were in the field, it wasn’t even a real match, just practice. you took him to the infirmary, you even held his hand.

“its just a few stitches, don’t worry about it.” he said, as the nurse started to clean the wound.

“20 is definitely not a few, just let me stay here.”

“she’s right” the nurse added, she rubbed alcohol onto the cut and james hissed.

“told you he was an asshole, hun”

“watch your mouth, mr potter” she added as he groaned again.

after you were finished with school, most of your friends went to work at the order of the phoenix, you had a part time job as a baratender but also participated in the order. james had been trying to convince you to quit the job, specially because your ex was the manager (even though he wouldn’t admit it).

“james!” you shouted, laying down at the couch in the orders house.

“what?!” he screamed back from the kitchen, he was making those god awful scrambled eggs you said you loved because he made them with such care you were sorry for his cooking skills.

“you’re taking anyone to sirius’s birthday tonight?” you ask, hoping to god he’d say no.

“no, mia and i broke up last month, remember?”

“of course i remember!” you were all smiley about it, you could squeal if he wasn’t there. even if it was silly, you were anxious to ask lily to come over and she’d help you pick out your outfit.

you both ended up deciding on a black dress she was willing to lend you. being so excited for something as casual as a friends birthday, was a bit stupid of you, that you could admit. but you couldn’t take your mind off of james now, sure it had been that way for like four years now, but he still was your best friend and you couldn’t do much about it. what was even worse was that his hugs, his voice, his smell, was all so addictive to you. and you tried, you really did, you just couldn’t.

when you got to the party at the order, you were a like two hours late, you got held back because of work and you still needed to get ready, but you somehow made it before they sung happy birthday. you wished sirius a happy birthday, giving him his gift and a tight hug. even though you weren’t close, he was still one of the most present people in your life, and you loved that about him, and so before you could even ask, he said:

“james is in the bathroom right now, but believe me, he’s been waiting for you all night though.” you smiled.

“thank you sirius, but i have other friends took, you know?” you said.

“he’ll love the dress” he whispered, and started walking away, you knew why. him and lily have been trying to get you and james together for ages now, and so you knew that when he just walked away like that, james was coming near, probably to talk to you.

“hey” you heard, and so you turned around to face him, and honestly, he looked great. he was wearing those jeans you liked and a shirt you complimented once.

“hi” you looked at him, smiling.

“you look amazing” he said, you felt your blood rush.

“thank you, i really like that shirt.” you felt the need to say something back.

“really?” he was just teasing you at this point.

“really.” and you liked to tease him back.

“y/n! finally, come on, we’re taking body shots” said lily, pulling you with her, and james came along.

everyone was there, laughing having fun. it was all super sweet, like you were in school again.

well, that was until sirius decided he’d make you regret you were ever born.

“PRONGS!” he shouted, as james was staring at him from a safe distance “COME ON LETS JOIN THE GAME, ITS YOUR TURN!”

“i’m not so sure about that, i feel like its sort of y/n’s turn, right?” james smirked to you, you glared at him. god, you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or kill him.

“ah james, you know how they say, gentlemen’s first? i believe that’s the phrase” you found yourself very idiotic in that place.

“i’m not drinking tonight though” james winked, you were trying to get yourself out of the situation, though it only seemed to get worse.

“perfect way to solve it, hear me out, y/n takes one off of james, problem solved!” sirius didn’t seem to have any common sense when he was drunk.

“good idea sirius!” said lily loudly through the music, and so you glared at her. this was definitely going to be the lowest point of your year, being sure james would say no, you looked over to him and he just decided to say

“fine by me” and just like that the shirt you liked too much was thrown on the counter.

“oh, uhm, okay then” you felt hot and red and you were sure that was exactly how you looked and it did not feel good. you were hoping the lighting would mask i, until james said “no need to be nervous, princess” and somehow that made you even more nervous.

“you know how this works right? lick, shoot, suck?” james asked, and so you nodded a yes, staring at the ceiling. he slipped a lime wedge into his mouth, and so you begging for this torture to end because you already felt so wet it was scary.

his tongue fell upon the rind, and so he could taste the citric flavor as you sprinkled salt onto his skin, from his navel to his waistband. he felt himself blush but decided to just ignore it and try to focus on something else.

and so it begins, you didn’t know it, but maybe james was more nervous about that than you. he was begging to the universe, spirits, everything he could, to not get hard on that moment you leaned over him, your warm tongue sticking out and licking a stripe up the salt. he tried his best to suppress a groan, you smiled, nervously, as you took the shot from his stomach, he could hear sirius saying something loudly, lily screaming and remus’s laugh. and he just saw you.

leaning towards his face, you looked at him with your ‘i’m so sorry oh my god’ look, your lips falling and plucking the lime from his mouth, but when you were going to pull back, your lips touched around the wedge and you felt your whole body ignite as your lips brushed against his.

but as quick as you tasted him, as quick it was gone.

james quickly got up and fixed himself, putting his shirt back on.

“good job” he didnt know what else to say and just high-fived you. you smile confused.

“thanks i guess” you say, as lily pulls you to the side to discuss what happened right in front of her and wasnt just actually one of your dreams.

around three hours later the party ended, and james did actually drink, once most people were hone and you were headed to the guest room you felt a hand pulling you by your dress, holding on to the silky fabric. turning around you found yourself very up close to james potter.

“hi” you whispered.

“hi” he said lowly.

“is everything okay?” you asked, his breath smelling like mint and lemons.

“yeah” he answered, still staring “can i crash with you? ‘dont wanna go home” you nodded a yes, and suddenly his hand was on the back of your neck.

“i’m about to do something so stupid.” he whispered.

“so am i.” you answered, your eyes not really knowing where to focus, his eyes, his lips, his neck, his mouth.

“good.” he nodded, and suddenly his lips were brushing over yours, your eyes started to close and then there it was.

your lips met, softly completing one another, which involved a pulling back and crashing. his lips strong against yours, and then his tongue was brushing over your lips, and so you opened your mouth and god, you dont know for how long you waited. his hands now roaming your body, you felt the heat of his body, and he pulls back.

“youre so fucking pretty” he blurted out, going back to the kiss. his hands now on your lower back, you pull him towards the guest room.

and then you were both sat on the bed, your heels off and his shoes too. your lips still attached, more and more eager by the second, and now his lips were on your neck, teasing you, as his right grabbed onto your upper thigh and your dress was riding up.

he pulled away to take off his shirt, you just stared at him, having no idea what to say next.

“hey” he was so close.

“hi”

“you wanna do this? because if you don’t that’s fine by me, really, we can just forget it and pretend we were both really drunk” he started trailing off.

“no. i want you, really, i do” you were trying not to look at him because that would make you even more nervous. just like that, his lips were back on yours, his hand on your waist, laying you down on the bed, your head on the pillow as he unzipped your dress, he was back to working on your neck, pressing kisses and nipping at it as he started to pull down your dress, his knee right between your legs, he was so so close to where you needed him.

you felt his cold hand reach for your breast, his lips trailing down to your chest, starting to suck on one nipple as his hand stimulated the other. you couldn’t help but just run your hands through his hair as you let moans escape through your mouth.

“james” you whined, as he left a trail of kissed from you chest to your inner thighs.

“yeah princess?” he looked up at you with doe eyes, right between your parted legs.

“please” you whispered.

“i cant hear you, what’s that?” he teased.

“please, i need you.” he smirked at that, pressing a kiss to the damp spot on your lace panties, your body now electrified because of the gesture.

“can i take these off?”he asked, his thumb playing with the fabric as you nod, he smiles as he pulls them down your legs. he’s using his hands to part your thighs. you can feel his breathing over your clit, he watches you as he places his thumb pad over your clit, rubbing it in slow circles and you let out a moan. his arm coming up, resting across your stomach.

embarrassment quickly turns into pleasure as he starts to kitten lick your clit.

his lips now attached as you threaded your hands into his hai, tugging and making james grunt. he’s slipping in a finger and you start to whimper.

“that feels good?” he asks, pulling his mouth off of you, you nod.

“yes, please…" he’s smiling lightly at that.

“what is it, huh? can you take another? is that it?” he teasingly asks, you whisper a yes. he watched his fingers as they slipped into you, he lets out a low groan. his fingers moving quicker as the feeling in your abdomen got stronger. his lips attach again to you clit and you whimper at the feeling. he’s flicking his tongue and his fingers are hitting the perfect spot.

“james”you whisper, he looks up at you, his fingers still going at it. “i need you now, i’m serious.”you blurt out, his fingers leave you, making you feel empty, his thumb rubs your clit as he goes up to kiss you, you’re able to taste yourself on his mouth. you moan into the kiss as he rubs you clit. his hands leave you, he starts to take off his pants, your heart races as he unbuckles his belt.

he reaches up to pin your knees up to your chest, you can feel the bulge on his underwear as he goes up to kiss you harshly. god, he did feel big.

“you sure about it?”he asks one more time.

“yes”you quickly answer.

“good girl.” you feel your soul leave your body because of the praise. he takes a moment to palm himself through the boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad” he whispers. you moan as his pulls himself out of his boxers, his erection hitting up against his stomach. he runs his hand up and down the shaft, you can feel his tip up against you.

“shit”you whisper,

“gonna be a good girl?” he’s lining himself up against you.

“yes, please, i will” you quickly answer, giving in because of how needy you were. he presses himself closer to you, stretching you around him.

“of course you are.”he says lowly, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”he says, and you nod. he pushes himself into you just in one stroke, the sudden stretch makes you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on a soft spot. “still so tight. you feel so good, princess” he praises, and wastes no time and starts to move, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. he kisses your neck as you moan.

“oh my god”you whimper. he’s thrusting harder now, starting to pick up a pace. you moan as he trusts forward, filling you up so well. you were starting to adjust to his size. your hands were back on his hair, holding on to it for dear life.

"fuck, james, harder please." he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the loss,

"you asked for it, alright?” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted even harder,

"can you take this, hun?" he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard, "you said you wanted it harder, didnt you?" your cheeks start to burn up. “you feel so fucking good” he groaned, the heat in your stomach building up again. you were blabbing incoherent phrases, all similar to ‘fuck please’ and ‘holy shit, oh my god james’. he’s filling you up perfectly and your walls start to tighten against him.

the sound of the slap of skin fills up the room, the base of him stimulating your clit along with his thumb, his right hand reaches up to your neck, squeezing lightly. he can tell youre close, the way your hips started to buck up, grinding needily. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you even deeper and hitting your g-spot.

“need it so bad, please” you whimper and he hums at that.

“need what?” he’s back to teasing again.

“i need to cum, please.”he’s fucking into you faster and harder than before. you clamped around him desperately, your high building up. he felt it, his hand pinching your clit as you moan in pleasure. his thrusts only getting harsher along with your whining. you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“you can cum princess, don’t worry” his thumb rolls on your clit faster, just like his thrusts. you came with a cry of his name, walls clenched around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, in pleasure as you cry out his name has him groaning, head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation of it drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

"fuck, so good for me, princess," he kisses your shoulder, "such a good girl," he murmurs.

he pulls out slowly, putting himself back in his boxers, and lays you down when you mumble that you're too sore to sit up. he grins at that and you shove him, "what-? i'm just proud of myself that's all."

“you’re an idiot, you know that, right?” you tease him.

“you have no idea. i’ve loved you since i was seventeen.” he smiles, a bit nervous with his confession. and you pull him into a kiss.

“i’ve been in love with you since the first time i saw you” you whisper, and he lays down next to you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

#lila writes #james potter smut #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter angst #james potter fic #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #mauraders #mauraders era #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #silencesscreams

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kaitawrites · 2 months ago

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Silent Whispers 3

Pairing: "Wolverine" Logan Howlett x Mutant!Reader

word count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst (love angst with logan howlett, he is just built for it)

Notes: This is 18+ as there are sexual themes within the story. This is a continuation of this post Silent Whispers, Part Two I hope you enjoy it all! I also am making a silent whispers logan tag #silentwhisperslogan so if I dont connect all of the chapters, the tag would bring it all together.

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Logan didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to say to you when he finally saw you again. He had briefly thought about it. Talk to you about how sorry he was and beg for your forgiveness. Explain to you that he would never treat you that way ever again. Two years and all he could think about is how beautiful you are. He caused you to give up on him. To make you feel like you’re second best. He failed to realize how good you really were to him. He opened his mouth just to close it once again. “You need to leave.” At first the words didn’t process as he was still in trance with your beauty. You looked exactly the same as the day you left.

“You have to leave now.” You repeat yourself and the words finally process in his head. His eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Before he could utter a word, you were already closing the door on him. He quickly puts his foot and wedges it between the door. “Please, I know I hurt you. But please I just haven’t been the same. Nothing has been the same since you left.” He bawls his fists and bits his lower lips. He could feel himself beginning to choke up. Pretty embarrassing. “I miss you so much and I’ve been so stupid. I love you so much. I truly do. My heart is only for you.” You stare at him, eyes wide with the confession. You felt your heart skipping a beat at his words. But you were quick to get things in order, your eyes hardening as you once again try to close the door. “Just leave me alone.”

“Mommy, Who’s that?” Logan was shocked to hear a little voice and before he knew it a little girl’s head peeks through the door. Logan’s whole body froze at the sight. She had dark brown hair and your big round eyes. Logan looks down at her and then up at you. The words written all over his face as he stares into your eyes. You nod your head silently. Logan couldn’t stop himself from falling to his knees and the excessive tears streaming down his face. The little girl gasp and places her hand on Logan’s hand. A sweet smile on her face. “Are you ok, Mister?” She had your sweet nature as well. A bittersweet smile is on Logan’s face as he nods his head.

After seeing your daughter, your shared daughter. You knew you couldn’t just push him out the door now. He would follow the both of you to the ends of the earth. Nothing would ever stop him from finding the both of you. Knowing this information as well as knowing the type of person Logan is you decide to let him in. He sits on your couch as he marvels at the little girl who is playing with her dolls on the living room floor.

He was still shocked. Unable to comprehend the situation fully. You patiently waited for him as you sat on the couch across from him. So many thoughts crossed his mind. ‘Were you pregnant when you left? Did you know that you were pregnant? Was he ever going to know that you were pregnant with his child? Were you ever going to tell him? What would have happened if he found you sooner? Would you all be a big happy family?’

He’s asking himself all these questions when you are right there to answer. He finally looks up at you. “Did you know when you left?” You shake your head no as a response. “I didn’t know until a few months later. They told me I was already 5 months in.” You response made his heart clench. He couldn’t even imagine how you felt when finding out. All by yourself, all alone. He feels even worse now knowing the situation. The tension grew between the two of you. The only thing that was heard was the small little words coming from your shared daughter.

“What’s her name?” He whispers, surprisingly you can still hear his words. “Laura James Howlett.” Logan looks over to Laura. “Laura.” He whispers, not really calling her. She looks up at him, tilting her head in confusion. Something in Logan’s chest seeing her. The mixed features of you both right in front of him. “Why didn’t you come back when you found out? You could have put both of you at risk. You should have just came back.” You couldn’t control the way your face scrunches up in annoyance. “We are just fine. Everything is fine. We are literally in Canada and have all of our own things. We live off the land, have our own garden. Nobody even knew about this abandon cabin. I’ve been doing just fine. The only risk that happened is you being here and knowing about Laura.”

Logan was taken aback at your words. “I’m not trying to argue with you. I know I hurt you. I know I did. And I am really sorry about it. I just want you to come back with me. Just come back.” You turn away from him, your legs and arms crossed. “Or you can just stay.” Your words make him freeze up. You had talked to him many times about the idea of just hiding away from the world. Living off the land and just throwing the whole X-Men name behind. “Of course you wouldn’t. Or should I say you can’t.” You suddenly get up from the couch and call Laura. As she gleefully makes her way towards you, you pick her up effortlessly. “You can see yourself out. I have to put my daughter down.” Emphasis on ‘my’ as you turn away from him and begin to walk up the stairs.

Logan shoots up from his chair. “I’m not losing you again. I won’t.” He states with confidence. He was right there at the end of the staircase, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Please, I just-“ His voice begins to crack with each second that passes by with you not in his arms. He looks down at the floor, ashamed for what he did to you. “I just can’t lose you again.” He looks up at you, showing the tears that are beginning to form. Your resolve quickly dissolving at the sight before you. You open your lips to say something but close them. Afraid to say something you shouldn’t. You nod your head slightly. Logan didn’t know he was so tense as his shoulders drop and a breath of fresh air escapes his lungs.

Upon arrival of the school for the gifted, you see many of your friends right before you. Charles has a wide smile on his face. “It’s good to see you back.” You feel Laura hold onto your shirt a little tighter. You begin to rub her back. “Time has done you justice, Charles.” You give him a tight lipped smile. You would be lying if you said you never missed any of them. Ororo, Charles, Hank, and even the little rascals. “And who’s this little missy?” Ororo approaches the two of you. “This is Laura, my- our daughter.” You explain. Laura peaks before hiding her face into your chest. A little chuckle escapes Logan’s lips. “She has a lot of warming up to do.”

Ororo begins to play peekaboo with your daughter, making her laugh and become more open. Charles calls your name, moving your attention from Ororo and Laura and to him. “Why don’t you keep Laura with Logan and Ororo? I have somethings I need to discuss with you.” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Logan’s eyes already on you and the professor. You glance at him briefly. “It’s ok, I got it.” Honestly, I didn’t really have a lot of faith in Logan with your daughter but then again Ororo is there too. You follow behind Charles as he wheels himself to a more secluded area on the land. The two of you ended up in the gardens.

“You should’ve came back when you found out about the pregnancy.” Charles begins. You roll your eyes at this, already knowing where this conversation was going to go. “Yea, I would definitely come back to a place where it is known to have mutants. And was even ransacked by the government. We were safer miles away from this place.” Charles shakes his head, swirling his chair around to face you. “We are stronger together. You should’ve came back. You could have put both of your lives in danger being all alone. And none of us knew where you were. Let alone know you had a child.” He states firmly. You bawl your fist in anger. You are not just some child. You could take care of yourself. And you’ve been doing a great job without them. To the point not even Charles knew where you were.

“I am not a child. You do not need to speak to me like I am one of your students. You seen what they did to Magneto. What they did to his family. If I came back, Laura probably wouldn’t even be here right now. You seen what they did to Logan. What do you think would happen if they found out if he had a daughter thats just like him?” The fury boiled throughout your body. “She’s a mutant?” Charles asks but you keep your mouth shut. Moving your body away from him to look at the trees. “Please tell me. Is she a mutant? And is her mutation the same as Logans’?” You lift your shirt up to reveal tiny scratch marks barely even noticeable.

“It was when she just turned 3, the terrible 2s weren’t done and she got me when I was telling her it was time for bed. She’s just as feisty as him.” Charles stares at the cut, many things running through his mind but he doesn’t voice any of them. He nods his head slowly. “Did you tell him?” You shake your head no. Logan had told you before how painful it was when he would retract his claws. And you didn’t know how he would react to knowing that she is literally a mini version of him. Would he hate her because she is a reminder of how he was before the metal claws? Would he want to abandon her because she acts too much like him? Would he get angry with you for not telling him sooner? Just too many questions you didn’t have the answer to. “Will you tell him?” Charles asks you.

“I will have to eventually.” You both return back to Logan and Ororo to find the other kids meeting Laura. They were even more surprised to see you. They all gasp and huddle around you. “Professor, Professor, When did you get back?” They repeatedly asked. You couldn’t help the smile appearing on your face as you’ve seen the little kids you left to come back to way bigger kids. They were some that were your height, some even taller than you. You really did miss them all.

During this, you didn’t see the way Logan stared at you. Longing in his eyes and the way his heart fluttered when you smiled. “You’re going to try to win her back?” Ororo whispers in his ears. Logan sends a slightly mean glare at her. “She doesn’t want me. She’s moved on.” Ororo laughs at his response. “Believe whatever you want, loverboy. Moved on is not the word for it.” She elbows him to show that you are staring at Logan. You weren’t ready to connect eyes so you quickly look away and pick up your daughter. “Yeah, Moved on isn’t the word.” Ororo repeats.

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#wolverine x reader #logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #headcanons with kaita #silent whispers logan

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voltronisanobsession · 1 year ago

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Reader learning the hard way about Canon Events

Teen!spider reader idea!! A random, passing thought I had a few days ago I wanted to to write about😍

I also wanna say that I’ve been trying to write the pt. 2 for ‘Miguel codes Lyla a friend’ but my brain has just been EMPTY TRYING TO COME UP WITH IDEAS FOR IT💔💔 I have some stuff down but it just doesn’t feel right? I swear it’s a work in progress guys, it’ll come soon🙏💔💔💔

Ok so I was just thinking about if reader was apart of the spider society, making their incredible debut amongst the other spiders. Of course they had yet to go through their canon event of losing the captain they’re close to, and they don’t even know it’s a canon event yet!

Like I think knowing about canon events is the first thing new spider people are told by Miguel when first joint the society, but reader fully believes that they’ve already gone through with it after losing their uncle all that time ago. And Miguel can’t tell them that it’s not it or else you know, reader is gonna try and disrupt their canon event from happening if they know

So imagine reader is just chilling in their universe when boom, villain attack! It’s like super catastrophic, it gets to the point where they’re calling for back up from the spider society and Miguel already knows what going to happen.

He warns every spider that leaves for the mission to not. Disrupt. The canon. It may be hard to watch reader go through this, but he makes it extremely known that it needs to happen. And so that’s exactly what happens.

The other spiders, like Gwen and Peter b. (my favs😍), help reader save civilians from crashing buildings and crumbling roads. Finally at last does readers canon event happens.

With the other spiders occupied with their own stuff, readers forced to chose between saving a large group of civilians or the captain they love with all their heart. Just as they’re about dive into the situation, Miguel would yell to them as he’s kicking debris away from the spiders.

“You have to chose one y/n!”

And you being the young, ambitious teen, the only words the come out of your mouth are, “I can do both!”

To make a long story short, you indeed could not do both😭😭 Who knew webbing up and trying to hold a crumbling building with people inside would be a much tougher task while trying to stop debris from falling on the captain, who lay injured on the ground.

Everyone is too busy with the catastrophe to help you, and it finally comes to the point. Arms in pain from holding up a literal building while at the same time trying to stop debris from falling on your captain began taking its toll. Tears well up in your eyes, muscles straining with every passing second. Looking to the civilians trapped in the destroyed building and looking down to where the cop lay in pain as more rocks came crashing down on them.

“I can do both…” voice cracking, tears fall as you feel your arms slowly losing strength, the building slipping from your grasp. A soft sob comes out as you look down to the cop, a sympathetic look on their face as they watch you struggle between saving them or saving the people right in front of you.

“Let go! Save them! Please!”

You look down again in pain at the captains words, a sharp cry coming out as you see them mouth ‘it’s ok’, finally making the difficult decision to save the people from the building.

It happened so fast, from webbing into the building and gathering everyone, to the crashing of the building to the ground. As you put down the last woman you immediately would run to the rubble and begin digging frantically, cries and sobs escaping your mouth.

“No, no, no, NO! PLEASE NO!”

It’s only when you feel a hand on your shoulder tugging you away from pile of rubble that you snap out of it. Heaving, you throw yourself on the body and just. Cry. You bawl your eyes out on whoever was near you cuz bro. Reader at this time needs someone to comfort them. Big time.

Miguel (y’all already saw this coming) could only stand in surprise as you latch onto his body and let everything out. He would slowly caress readers head in a soothing matter, muttering that there’s was nothing they could’ve done.

Yup, a terrible way to lose a person so dear to you as a teen💔 after that, reader wouldn’t be the same. Having to make such a decision would definitely dampen their fighting spirit.

Which is why I think they would be super sympathetic towards Miles when he finally arrives. And I also think they would see a piece of themselves in him when he says that he can do both, that he can save everyone around him, even those he loves, his father.

UGH I CAN IMAGINE MILES BEING THE REASON WHY READER FINDS A NEW ENERGY AND SPIRIT TO FIGHT!!!! Like he’s so confident in himself and doesn’t just ACCEPT the fate he’s told he’ll have to face and that just ignites something in them.

They couldn’t save the person they loved, so they’ll help miles save his father from his ill fate. With this decision, you would ultimately leave the safety of the Spider society and join the gang when it comes to saving and helping Miles.

#atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman across the verse #platonic atsv #atsv miles #atsv Miguel #spiderverse x reader #itsv #itsv x reader #miles morales x reader #spiderverse concept #spiderverse headcanon #atsv x you #platonic Miguel O’Hara #miguel ohara #into the spiderverse x reader

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starryytales · 29 days ago

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Manipulative Ragatha pt 2.

OH GOD WHAT AM I DOING-

Well. It's time to earn my weekly loaf of bread from @starryyskies. This will be the first piece of fanfiction I've ever uploaded publicly to the internet. I hope you all enjoy, and if not: please don't tell my boss or she'll feed me hardtack with no water. So without further ado, I give you a somewhat continuation of the comic...

“Good grief! So the husband was a soul who needed a body, the monster was an angel, and you were both dragged off to Hell!?! And you were possessed!?! But I thought Caine couldn’t control our minds!”

Ragatha’s steadily increasing volume made Pomni reflexively inch backwards from her as the two were walking away from Kinger’s “impenetrable fortress.” They had just completed the Mildenhall Adventure, and were sharing their versions of the event with each other.

The rag-doll’s posture changed in an instant when she saw Pomni pull away.

“Ah-! Sorry about yelling,” she sheepishly apologized with a smile. “That’s just… Wow. I really didn’t think Caine could do that.”

“W-well, he didn’t. Kind of. Iiii… Was, well, trapped. In-- in my body, I mean. I could see and feel everything, but I couldn’t… You know, stop myself.” Pomni hugged herself as she remembered the spirits invading her body and painfully wresting control of it away from her. It was like she had drank molten metal, which reformed under her skin as needles trying to push their way out of her flesh. She shivered as the phantom sensation of her skin being pushed from her bones reared itself again.

Ragatha dared to place a hand on her shoulder, and the surprise touch made Pomni jolt physically and mentally, bringing her back to the moment with a silent gasp.

“Sorry again-!” Ragatha quickly retracted her hand, but Pomni put her own on the worrying rag-doll’s arm and gently squeezed it with a thankful expression.

“No, thank you. I just… That was rough. To put it lightly.”

“God. I am so sorry, Pomni. I mean, I love a spot of horror but if I had known it would have been that bad I’d have done more to keep you on the ‘easy’ path.”

The two women continued their back and forth about the adventure as they walked, with Ragatha growing increasingly more upset at what Caine had put Pomni (and to a lesser extent, Kinger) through. Towards the end of her tale Pomni told her about Kinger’s story, and about his wife, and the lesson he wanted to impart onto the young woman.

Pomni was interrupted by a loud, undignified sniffle from her rag-doll companion. She looked up to see Ragatha doing her best to control her emotions, and she was failing. Ragatha’s single “normal” eye was filled to bursting with tears as her chest heaved, each breath threatening to break the dam she had hastily constructed to stop herself from bawling.

“I’m okay-!” She squeaked, before rubbing her eyes clear with her wrists. Ragatha cleared her throat as she began rubbing her arm in an effort to calm herself down. The two had made it roughly to the entrance of the hallway their rooms were located in, and they walked in silence for a few more moments before Ragatha spoke up again.

“Hey, Pomni… A-about what Kinger told you. About feeling unloved. I...-” whatever gumption Ragatha had to bring it up quickly vanished as she looked away from Pomni, a flash of unaddressed hurt glistening in her eye. “-Ah… You know what? Forget I said anything. I’m just really, really happy you changed your mind about me.”

Pomni felt the sharp sting of guilt like a knife in her spine. She had apologized for not appreciating Ragatha’s efforts, but realized she had already done what Kinger warned her against doing. Between abandoning Ragatha on her first day, and bristling at or dismissing everything she had to say on the second, it was no wonder she might have been harboring worry about Pomni not liking her. Or worse.

“Ragatha,” Pomni began, her voice quiet, almost furtively so. Ragatha looked back at her, apprehension plastered on her face. “I’m sorry. I really am. In fact, I kind of feel like a real [%$#!]. I know you were just trying to help, and I should have… Been better.”

Ragatha’s expression softened as she sighed quietly in relief. Grinning, she relaxed her posture and waved off Pomni’s concern.

“Hey, water under the bridge. Really. Like I said my first few days here were pretty rough, too. So I do get where you're coming from."

Pomni returned the grin with one of her own, though it was smaller and more bashful. “Thanks. Um... That said, is there anyway I could, I don’t know, make it up to you? Somehow?”

Externally, Ragatha remained calm, cool, and collected. Her face remained a warm smile, and her eyes remained soft and understanding. Internally, however… She began to feel the first gaps in Pomni’s armor and was ecstatic.It was time to start slowly pulling her closer. Making her comfortable.

Ragatha tilted her head in faux thought and hummed.

"Weeell... I don't know about 'making up' anything, but you missed a really nice tea time. I doubt I can make anything as good as Mrs. Mildenhall, but I was going to make some dinner and tea to go with it. It'd be great to have you! I was thinking maybe making meatloaf or pasta, maybe even salmon cakes-"

Pomni perked up at the word ‘salmon,’ and the sudden interest did not escape Ragatha’s notice. Still, she had to carry on if she wanted to get the jester closer.

“-I could put on a movie after we’re done, we could slip into some cozy pajamas-”

“Wait, pajamas, what?” Pomni had been tripped up by the last statement, and Ragatha pounced on the confusion.

"Oh, right! It's been a bit of a whirlwind since you arrived so I haven't had the chance to tell you, but Caine lets us change outfits when we're 'backstage'. I-... Know you're not happy with your body, but maybe dressing in something a bit moooore... 'Normal' will help you feel a bit better about it. We'll work on getting you some clothes for in the future, but in the mean time you could borrow a few of my bigger shirts!"

Pomni blinked dumbly as she tried to digest the information. Her outfit felt welded to her skin, but she could have taken it off… At least in her room? … Did Ragatha say something about a movie?

“Wait, what was that about a movie as well? Pajamas, a movie… This is starting to sound like a lot more than just dinner.”

Ragatha mentally chastised herself for rapid-firing these more intimate thoughts at the perceptive jester, and briefly scrambled to recover gracefully.

"Ah... I, uh, suppose you're right. I did kind of jump right from dinner to 'girl's night,' haha... Sorry." Ragatha began to hug her arm as she is wont to do when uncomfortable. "I just got excited. You don't have to spend anymore time than dinner with me if you don't want to. I'd really like your company though."

Pomni weighed her options quietly. On the one hand, salmon. Real food not made by a psychopathic bubble minion. On the other, she had only really just come around to Ragatha. And the other woman’s eagerness to dive right in to friendship was a lot for her… Then Pomni’s stabbing guilt came roaring back.

I already made her feel like I hated her when all she did was try to make things easier on me… I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? I get something to eat and maybe a tacky, oversize shirt and understand her a bit more? She pondered, tapping her fingers together in thought briefly before refocusing on Ragatha.

“You mentioned maybe having salmon?”

Ragatha would have to thank Caine for once. His over zealous need to know everything about his humans and inability to not divulge informationfinally proved useful. Ragatha nodded at the question.

“Just a little recipe I remember. Do you like salmon?”

Pomni straightened up as the prospect of getting to enjoy a variation of her favorite meal became more and more real. For the first time since arriving in the circus, she was excited over something. It was as close to a home-cooked meal as she could get, and it would be something she absolutely loved.

“It’s my favorite! Er, well, I think I’ve had salmon cakes. But I mean salmon in general-”

“Great!” Ragatha interrupted, “we’ll have that before the movie! Come on, I’ll get it started right away!” With that, Ragatha carefully placed her hand on Pomni’s back and nudged her towards her room’s door…

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Pomni groaned contentedly as she pushed away the empty plate in front of her. She must have eaten five or six of the delightfully crispy cakes Ragatha made. For being nothing but virtual sensations, she felt very, very full. The kind of full that makes one catlike- which is to say: in desperate need of a nice place to nap. Ragatha collected the plate from in front of the drowsy woman and giggled.

“Wow! That was the fastest, and most, anyone’s ever eaten my cooking!”

Pomni slowly climbed off the chair and smiled at her, holding her stomach as if she were full to bursting from the delicious feast.

“That was absolutely incredible, Ragatha. Thank you! I didn’t know how badly I had needed a good meal like that.”

Ragatha turned away from the sink she deposited the plates in to face Pomni with a small, bashful smile on her lightly blushing face.

“D’aww, thank you, Pomni! That really means a lot to me… Anyway, now that dinner is settled, I’m going to step over to the closet and change real quick for movie night..!”

Ragatha practically skips to the closet within the tiny room and opens the door with an excited flourish. Pomni idly glances to the old style TV, wondering what they would even be able to watch that won’t get Caine screaming at them.

“Hey, Ragatha-”

Pomni’s question died in her throat as she looked back at her hostess. Ragatha was standing at the closet doorway completely nude. Her dress was heaped in a pile at her feet as she searched excitedly for what she was going to wear. Pomni’s face turned a molten shade of crimson as her mind absorbed every curve Ragatha had. She knew she shouldn’t watch, but Ragatha didn’t seem to mind, or notice for that matter.

Pomni thanked her lucky stars she was only seeing Ragatha from the side as the rag-doll yanked some well worn pajamas out. Ragatha then dropped those clothes, reached back into the closet, grabbed two faded shirts and turned to face Pomni.

“Ooh, these were some of my favorites. They’re still cute though! What do you think, Pomni? Do you like blue or pink more?”

Ragatha was holding the shirts in such a way that each one blocked half her chest, but Pomni couldn’t stop her gaze flicking southward briefly where the shirts did not cover.

Of course it’s the same color as her head. And it’s heart-shaped because OF COURSE IT IS SHE’S A DOLL- Pomni’s mind was racing and her mouth was left on auto pilot.

“Blue???” Pomni belted as her mind had its metaphorical legs swept out from under it. Ragatha nodded and yelled “catch!” And flung the shirt at her. In her distracted state, the large shirt fell onto her head like a net. Pomni frantically and valiantly fought against the restraints of the old fabric, and when she was victorious she pulled her head free...

To be greeted with the sight Ragatha’s rear end bouncing gently as the doll loosed a frustrated, annoyed huff. She was half bent over, pulling up her pajama bottoms and she needed just a bit more effort to get them over her-

I’m going to have a heart attack. The poor, flustered Pomni had a death grip on the shirt that did not loosen until Ragatha, with one final hop, slid the too-small pajamas all the way up.

“Phew! There we go.” Ragatha turned back around to face Pomni, who was just as rattled as she wanted her to be.

“Well? Try it on, Pomni! If it doesn’t work, I have others you can try too.”

Pomni, no longer hypnotized and seconds from melting, finally managed to form a coherent thought. She was nervous, to say the least. She never enjoyed changing with other people in the slightest… But it’s not like Ragatha could leave the room. She’d have to change again and Pomni wasn’t sure she could survive something that intense again so soon.

"R-Ragatha... Could you look away? I know we're both women and you didn't have... any issue changing in front of me, but-"

“Say no more, Pomni! I understand completely!” Ragatha cheerfully exclaimed as she sat down on the love seat in front of the old TV. She then brought a hand up to cover her normal eye and cocked her head away, leaving the button eye to face Pomni.

“Um…”

“I can’t see out of the button, Pomni. I know it expresses and changes shape and all of that other fun stuff, but, really, it’s all darkness on that side. Just tell me when you’re done.”

Ragatha’s heart began to thump excitedly as she watched Pomni slowly relax. She believed it. Ragatha thought excitedly. The jester was as gullible as she was sweet. She coolly crossed her legs as Pomni awkwardly fumbled with her clothing. Her outfit was, for all intense and purposes, just a leotard with puffy balls of fabric on the limb holes to “cover” more of her. She observed as Pomni seemed to fumble with a button of some kind on her back, before the whole thing just fell off her thin body, making the jester quietly gasp in shock.

She was every bit as beautiful as Ragatha hoped, and Ragatha struggled to maintain the illusion of blindness as Pomni knelt over to pick up the shirt she had dropped. There was a hungry pit inside of her that needed the jester more than she could ever know, but for now Ragatha managed to stave off anything too overt.

“Everything okay over there?” Ragatha asked as sweetly as she could. Pomni quickly throws the shirt on, and just as Ragatha had predicted: it looked more like a dress on the smaller woman.

“Y-yeah, it’s a bit big on me, but… It does feel kind of nice to wear something else.”

Ragatha uncovered her good eye and looked at her. She was ready to swoon at the sight of the adorable little jester wearing her old shirt. Like a flag on a captured fortress, she mused before smiling.

“Oh, you look great! Tell you what, you can keep that one. Now, come on over and sit! We’ll be watching The Goonies!” She said, fervently patting the space next to her on the furniture.

Pomni, her embarrassment starting to fade, made to join Ragatha on the love-seat. Both women silently assured themselves they had indeed made the right call this night.

#fanfic #tadc #minors dni #minors do not interact #tw nswf #suggestive #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #buttonblossom #pomni x ragatha #ragapom #manipulative ragatha

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chastiefoul · 1 year ago

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"banyak yang tak ku ahli, begitu pula menyambutmu tak kembali." | xiao

translates to: there are a lot of things i am not good at; including accepting the fact that you're not coming back home. notes: i feel so sick im gonna puke he's my favorite why am i doing this to him / hehe bawled my eyes out writing this / the title came from a song called 'rumpang' by nadin amizah. warning: angst, death (reader's)

loving you is so easy, that’s what xiao thinks. and for a man who’s dead set on not letting anyone tear off the walls caving around his heart, that’s saying a lot.

xiao had always attracted attention; whether by his superb strength, unworldly striking appearance, and of course the tale of the conqueror of demon that hardly left the shouts of the storytellers and whispers amongst liyue residents.

where most people approached him with mere curiosity and no more, they’re quick to run off after witnessing the cruelty in how he fights. yet, no one stayed to see the way he staggered as the outcome of using his eerie power got to him. wounded and alone, that’s how he spent most of his time.

fortunately, that’s how he met you that day. so troublesome, so unnecessarily selfless he thought, that you pull out what’s already a limited resources from your bag, treating his wounds like he’s a broken glass—the notion almost made him chuckle. “i am an illuminated beast, i have grown accustomed to injuries like this,” xiao said, as he made no effort to move his arm as you inspect it. “whatever being you are, even if you’re used it it means nothing. you’re still hurt.”

in the same day, verr goldet looked like as if she saw a miracle when xiao returned to wangshu inn, with you beside him as you assist him. well can anybody blame her? the yaksha who seemed to adore teleporting away to nobody knows where is now willingly be helped? what’s next, xiao falls in love?

that thought meant to be a sarcastic statement since that time it had zero percent probability on happening. but alas, that’s exactly what happened.

to be fair, xiao himself has erased his ties with that term. it’s always been a strange concept for him to grasp—the only time he’s close into perhaps understanding it, his fellow yakshas succumbed to their karmic debt; leaving him alone. and since, he’s no interested in something remotely even close that will involve his own emotions.

however like it’s said. loving you was easy, even especially for xiao. your kindness, compassion, quirks he finds amusing—your insistence. long he’s standing in mortal world, being with you somehow were the only times where he felt human. the loud thumping in his chest, the weird tight grip in his stomach, a warm sensation inside his chest. these lovely traits that somehow always revolved around you.

“ah, this must be love. i am sure.” he pondered to no one.

overjoyed did not even begin to explain the feelings he experienced when you reciprocated his endearment. from then on, xiao finally rediscover the exhilaration running through his veins that he have something to look forward to each day. being with you.

from then on, many times were spent together, many dates were planned, lots of kisses were shared. the talks, the laughs, the stories unfolded. love happened.

still, all good things must come to an end, don’t they?

✧

it all happened so fast, a rare time where the yaksha was momentarily distracted as you both were spending a nice time together in jueyun karst; an arrow you saw coming directly to your lover and your body moved without thinking, shielding xiao from the impact as the sharp object impaled you straight on the chest that you gasped.

and more than when he was surrounded by hundreds of enemy in the archons war, so much more than when liyue’s safety was compromised, xiao was panicked.

anger blinded him as he swiftly obliterated the threat before rushing to your side, holding your head close to his side. “stay, please.” he cried out desperately, sensing how little the life you have left. “xiao.. i love.. you.” you managed to let out the last of what you could force out and you were grateful that you were able to say that to him for the last time. after a few more seconds, the noise of painful breath hitching your throat grew silent, and xiao knew the body he’s currently hugging so tight, holds no more of your life.

xiao laid your corpse on the field where glaze lilies scattered—your favorite. he took you in once more, caressing your face so softly. “when i say mortals are weak, was this how you plan to prove me wrong? by dying to protect me? if it was i concede defeat once more, my love. you’re right—as always. so will you please wake up?”

drops of tears fell from his eyes, the guarded and unwavering yaksha broke down into heart-wrenching sobs and screams of agony.

his grief quickly twisted in to an unimaginable wrath, a story of where a portion of jueyun karst was ruined unfolded. it could be more, but fortunately morax was there catch the news as he was promptly forced to use a fraction of his power to appease the raging adeptus.

✧

“i am only excellent at fighting and everything that evolved in the world of violent, that’s it.” is what he always says, and the statement remains to be true, xiao is indeed not good at a lot of things. he just did not realize before one of them is accepting the fact the people dear to him will always leave, somehow.

you, who’s sweet, so utterly sweet that you made him forget momentarily about his fondness towards almond tofu. the lightness you brought, the marvel—no the art, of being near you; if almond tofu reminded him of how dreams tasted, you introduced him to a whole another level of wonderment. “archons, perhaps this feeling is as close i can get to experience what celestia must felt like—and it’s enough.” he thought.

you, whose promises were too good to be true but xiao couldn’t help but still lured—he thought it was okay if it’s you. who so easily made him relent and believed at another eternity where he’s freed from the darkness and karmic debt. a quaint little peace of mind where he’s assured if it’s with you, he can be finally be happy.

oh, how naive of the yaksha who lived through two thousand years.

how naive.

#genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin angst #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao angst #xiao x you

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months ago

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Am I the asshole for not stopping to hang out with my ex-friend's little brother? 🫠 ← so I can see it later

So, I (19M) have been friends with Z(20M) for about 3 years at this point. However, about 2 months ago we had a fight, mostly caused by his unwillingness to work on his anger issues and my unwillingness to be vulnerable and other problems in our personalities that ended up clashing with eachother in the worst way possible. Both parties are responsible for the falling out here.

Now, we are both in the same friend circle, and when the fight happened I made it clear to all our mutual friends that I didn't want anyone taking sides, neither did I want people to stop talking to him because of said fight, and I thought he did the same since his younger brother J (15M) didn't stop talking to me.

I know the kid since he was 12, even baby sat him a few times over the three years I was friends with his brother. We don't talk regularly, but I do try to hang out with him here and there (usually playing video games or taking him and some of his school friends to whatever movie they wanna to watch).

I thought Z knew I still hung out with his brother because J sometimes posts stuff on social media when we go out, but since I don't have any other social media aside from tumblr, I don't know if these posts have me in it or not.

Yesterday, I went to pick him up so I could take him and his friend to this robotics/technology event my uni was doing, he begged me for almost a whole two weeks to take him when I mentioned it was going to happen and that I was gonna be presenting stuff (I'm part of a project that builds a race car and he Loves cars). When I got there, Z had just arrived as well and got Really pissed to see me there, he got even more pissed when I told him I was just there to pick J up.

He told me to stop talking to his brother and that I should stop being obsessed with him and that we were done. Now, I'm like a Really avoidant person when it comes to fights, like, to the point of if someone came to punch me I would just let them in hopes of the fight ending quicker (it has happened before, not exactly a pleasant experience I must say).

So all I did was say "ok" and got into my car to leave. However, since J was really excited about the event, I sent him a message asking him and his friend to come to my apartment cause "stuff" that I had to deal with had come up and I wouldn't be able to get them in time, and then sent him some money so they could grab an uber.

I get home and like, 20-30 minutes later J and his friend get there as well, but J is crying really hard, just bawling his eyes out. He was really really upset cause Z had yelled at him of me and threatened to tell their parents that he was "associating with his stalker" (I haven't seen nor talked to Z since the fight) and he was scared that his parents would make him stop hanging out with me (which I doubt they will since I'm the only reason the kid wants to go to uni, he Will regret that decision the moment he steps foot in the mechanical engineering building of my uni, so rip).

We got him to calm down and we went to the event, which went terribly but in a funny way (the car caught on fire when we turned it one, nobody was hurt physically, emotionally however is another story) and we had a lot of fun.

I gave him more money so he and his friend could go home, I didn't know if his brother was still there but I didn't wanna take any chances.

Today I woke up to a message from Z, again telling me to stay the hell away from his brother or else he would punch me in the face (he wouldn't, I know that for a fact, he would rather die than hurt me or anyone physically, emotionally again is another story). I didn't reply and blocked his number. I asked some of my other friends about it and the opinions are a bit divided, some say it's weird to still hang out with J, others say it's fine, so the most logical conclusion is to obviously ask strangers online what they think about it (which, it kinda of is, since no one knows either of the parties involved which means less bias or whatever)

Anyway, what's the verdict

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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that-one-ao3-writer · 2 months ago

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Guys I am actually going insane. Like. I was immersed into this update that I finished the entire quest in like 5 hours. I need to get this shit out of my system.

Spoilers under the cut.

haha gay people

Okay, on a serious note, I love how we were introduced to Moze as this cold hearted, doesn’t care for anyone kind of guy but he actually cares for Feixiao and Jiaoqiu and DOES think of them as friends. I also find the gentleness explored in his mannerisms, like his sweeping in owlbert’s show or the ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE way he accidentally falls asleep standing up in his idle. I think it gives him a different kind of subtle depth and I love it so much. I adore Moze and Jiaoqiu as a duo no matter if it is a platonic or romantic duo.

2. Traumatic BSD flashbacks

I already said this once when the animation was released but this kind of thinking and this story remind me so much of Yosano in the great war from bungo stray dogs. And it always hits the right spots. He witnessed all the people he nursed back to health go out there to get killed again. How many times would this happen? How many more would he heal just for them to go back out again? Jiaoqiu and Yosano are both unique perspectives to how war impacts the frontline warriors. We all always think about the soldiers and their pain and anguish but never of those who have to heal and nurse them only for them to enter battle once more. They are just prolonging the soldiers’ deaths. This is what I like about the Honkai universe, they are never afraid to go into harsh and rough topics like power dynamics, politics and slavery (discussed later).

3. “How do you make a fussy child eat green chillies?

How do you make a Warhead drink poison?

I have already given you the answer.”

THE JIAOQIU TORTURE WE GOT IN THIS QUEST WAS INSANE LIKE???????? What did my guy do broTT

This scene is the climax of Jiaoqiu’s character. His loyalty to Feixiao and the Yaoqing. His poison was the key to defeating Hoolay. And he was ready to sacrifice his life for it. Jiaoqiu has seen enough death and according to him, has sent many people to their deaths. He does not see value in his life, yet, he continued to work for Feixiao, to find a cure for an incurable condition. Moon rage is in her genes but still, he does not give up. He rescued Feixiao when she was just a child and his immense loyalty to her is so heartbreaking. I honestly thought he died, but the actual outcome? Bawled. If you look closer, you can see the trail of blood running down his eyes. Eating poison is no small feat. Jiaoqiu is brave and he is determined that if he were to end his life, it would be while conquering the enemy.

I also absolutely LOVE Jiaoqiu’s voice actor and how versatile his voice is. The tremor in his voice in the 2.4 quest? His voice in the final confrontation against Hollay? There is so much emotion packed into every word he says, I am now a big fan of him.

4. "I fight, so that i never have to see another shooting star again."

We know what Lan’s Lux arrow does. It is just destruction. It does not differentiate between friend or foe, just leaves a trail of blood in its wake. Ironically, it resembles a shooting star, something which fulfils wishes. But how Yukong lost Caiyi in Yukong’s story quest, and how Feixiao lost all her friends, there is no salvation. It is as Hoolay says here:

The Gods, that is, the aeons, neither bleed nor feel. THEY only have one attribute, the Path the preside over. THEY hold no meaning of life. I think it is brilliantly contradicted when Feixiao shoots her arrow to kill the borisin near Aurum Alley. It looks like a Lux arrow; it feels like one. But only the borisin lay dead afterwards, Moze and the Trailblazer are fully unharmed. Her arrow can make out the difference between the enemy and the ally. This is where we see that her sentence had actually changed; she did not want to see another shooting star kill her loved ones again.

(Also the quick flash of Lan when THEY gazed upon her??? It was so exhilarating to see jebdjsbsja I love these cinematics)

5. The power dynamics between the foxians and borisin and slavery

We know star rail never shied away from topics like slavery, Aventurine’s backstory is proof of that. But that is just one aspect of a bigger issue. What the foxians went through could be said to be the generational and racial aspect of it, because the foxians and borisin are descended from the same ancestors. The so-called racial superiority comes from the alterations made to the physique after the whole abundance thing. The wolves gained the blessing of abundance to be able to control the moon rage (which is like mara to the xianzhou natives, iirc) but the regular foxians could not. Yet with power, comes corruption. This led to them thinking that they are now the superior race. The wolves became the denziens of abundance, the borisin. They enslaved the “inferior” foxians and cause havoc, until the xianzhou intervened. But we see that this problem has not been solved yet since feixiao became a general during the war with the borisin. The xianzhou helped many foxians escape to the yaoqing and other ships, but some could not escape. Like Feixiao, or more accurately, Saran. These foxians are still at risk of moon rage since the blood of Duran’s lineage runs thick through their veins. But they do not have the abundance’s blessing and are hence considered “lowly beasts”. This is generational slavery.

Such a racial aspect is also seen in the real world against south Asians, east Asians, black people and indigenous tribes from different countries. We sometimes do it unknowingly, too. But when we are faced with this as an outsider, like in a game, we come to see the true impact of it and how deep it goes.

I am not going to talk about Xianzhou politics in this post because I’ve already written this post twice because tumblr decided to fuck up today, but if you want a post of about it, comment or rb to let me know.

ALL IN ALL I LOVED THIS UPDATE AAA CANT WAIT FOR AMPHOREUS.

#hnnngh i love this game so much #alsoooo #i pulled feixiao; her lc; AND moze #and i still have event rewards left #e6 moze ur coming home #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr 2.5 #long post #aurora posts

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staytinyville · 8 months ago

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Hello! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if I could request a little story of a rather large plussize woman to be found desirable and wanted by Jongho from Ateez? I have been struggling with my desirability and how that isn't connected to my selfworth. I would love for the oc to have light brown hair with green eyes and glasses if possible. Thank you so much. 💖

↣ A/N: MISS/MR PERSON. IF PLUS SIZE READERS ARE NOT MY FAVORITE TO READ. And it’s like a very oddish thing because I myself am not at all plus size. I’m positive it’s just my all around size kink and extreme empathetic ability that cries every time someone puts themselves down. BUT IF I DO NOT LOVE READING THOSE.

Honestly I can create small little snips of how each of the boys gravitate towards bigger people in their own different ways. I can see all of them loving on you with their own affections and love language.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Jongho x Plus Size!Reader

↣ Genre: fluff, angst,

↣ AU/Trope info: idol!au,

↣ Word Count:

↣ Warnings: self conscious about weight, a bit of anxiety,

↣ A/N: I will be honest I was going for tears falling kind of imagine but I felt I didn't portray that enough/well. I also feel that since I didn't add much dialogue it sucked too.

Special Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the amazing banners as always.

Jongho would be one of the boys who would gravitate towards a bigger person because I think he would like someone who is healthy in regards to themselves. He appreciates confidence a lot and while he does enjoy when his S/O is happy to be themselves he also knows that things can be hard sometimes.

Maybe at the start of a relationship you can find yourself having trouble with your self worth and image but once you get to know Jongho you open up and understand that he isn't someone who will look at your physical appearance.

Jongho just gives off so much respect that it leaves you like bawling your eyes out at home because of how great he is. He won't pressure you into doing something you don't want but he for sure will support you and motivate you when he knows that your goal is what you really want in life.

Jongho is just so great that at one point or another, you will in fact be changing your mind about yourself because his respect juice is just over the top and his affections will just have you second guessing any self loathing you might have because that man loves with his entire chest/thighs.

The day had been extremely pretty and the weather finally let up to allow Spring to move in. With the snow all melted and flowing down the rivers, the flowers were starting to grow and bring about the buzzing of bees.

You were glad to feel that the wind was just cool enough to get rid of the humidity that came with the water. And because of that you were more than happy to wear a flowy sundress that gave your legs room to breath while your arms were covered up by sleeves. It was enough to keep you both warm and cool.

Jongho had the day off and asked that you both leave the house rather than be cooped up all day. He wanted to breathe the fresh air for a moment due to being stuck in the studio/company all week. And with the day being so nice, he wanted to take advantage of it.

You were left a bit skeptical about going out because of how you spent so much time inside during the winter months to avoid getting sick. You weren't really feeling confident in yourself but you knew that being stuck inside for longer would only make things worse.

Plus you couldn't tell him no with the way he held your hand and rubbed his thumb along your skin. And you for sure couldn't voice your thoughts as he told you that he had a picnic planned and to dress all nice and pretty.

When you felt the wind on your skin to check the temperature before going out your first thought was to wear the sundress you bought one day while out shopping with Jongho. You could remember the way his eyes grew wide and lips twitch as a smile wanted to overtake his face when you showed him it.

You also couldn't take the giggle that came out his lips when you wore it for the first time.

And so around midday, you sat on a blanket alongside Jongho under a tree that overlooked the river. He had laid down, his arms behind his head as he rested. You had your legs stretched out in front of you, humming to yourself as you read over a book while soft music played in the earbuds you both shared.

Jongho shuffled closer to you, making you giggle as you scooted over, allowing him to wrap an arm around your waist and nuzzle his head into your side.

You heard groups of people starting to make their way into your cozy spot as the day progressed and people wanted to do the same thing as you and your boyfriend.

You heard giggling to your side, glancing up and seeing people snickering. You swallowed thickly when you caught them speaking quietly to each other and kept glancing your way.

You suddenly felt uncomfortable, rolling your shoulders and wiggling as you tried to cover up more with your shin length dress. You pulled your legs as close to you as possible, trying to make yourself seem smaller.

You flinched at the sweat that had begun to form on your legs that were attached to the blanket, trying to use your dress to wipe it away. You didn't notice the anxiety creeping in your body. Not until Jongho moved from you.

Your movements caused Jongho's arms to slip from your waist, making him wake up and frown at your movements. He leaned up to watch your facial expressions. It was subtle but he could see the frown on your lips, the pinch in your eyebrows as you fret over yourself and the things around you.

"My love." He called softly, playing with the fabric of your dress that you had bunched up in your fingers.

He was slow in moving to touch you, not wanting to startle you and make your anxiety even worse. You moved your hands closer to yourself, causing him to follow the path and finally link your fingers together atop your thigh.

Your lips twitch at the, leg beginning to bounce up and down. Jongho finally sat up, moving to sit behind you. He wrapped both of his arms around you, laying his cheek against the back of your head as his thumb rubbed along your hands that he held.

He felt your skin calming down, no longer twitching as you relaxed in his hold. When he felt you go slack, he scooted closer, pressing his chest against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, breath hitting your ear making you haunch your shoulder from the tickle.

"Are you okay?" He asked you quietly, lazily rubbing his cheek on your skin.

"I'm okay." You whispered, looking down at your book.

Jongho sat up quickly, causing you to turn around to look at him. You felt his fingers squeeze your hand pulling it closer to your stomach. He hugged you tighter to him, making tears well up in your eyes.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

You knew he already knew. He saw it every time you would fret over your clothing. He knew what kind of anxiety attack you might be having by just watching you. It was how he showed his love.

Jongho didn't need to tell you anything. He always showed his affections in his expressions and actions more than anything. It was the way he held himself. The way he held you that made you realize how much he actually loved you.

It was riveting to watch how much he put into his performances and passion in what he loved doing. And all that passion translated into his feelings for those he loved. If you knew Jongho well enough you would know that with just one look you were going to be safe with him.

He was silent, an observer and only talked when it called for it. He gave his opinions when he felt that others were wrong but he wouldn't try to change their mind if they were stubborn people.

With you he didn't try to change your mind. He only tried to ease it. It wasn't an easy thing to overcome your insecurities about your body image. Especially in this time and age with technology.

But he didn't have to say anything. He just had to hold you and make you feel how much he loved you and your everything. Maybe there were times where you needed to hear him voice that you were beautiful but when he held you like he was now, allowing his entire being to seep into your skin and take your anxiety away you felt like you were on cloud nine.

"I love you." He called out, making you look up at him.

You smiled through your tears, sniffling as he reached up to wipe them away.

"I love you too."

#kpop fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez jongho #jongho ateez #jongho #atz #jongho fluff #choi jongho #jongho imagines #jongho x you #jongho x reader #jongho x y/n

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scienceoftheidiot · 4 months ago

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do you have any royai fic recs?

Ah Nonny, I have been wanting to make a royai reclist for ages, because some of my faves never make it on the ones I see ! So thank you so much for this !

Let's talk about the good stuff.

There's some I haven't re-read in ages, so if I don't say much about them it doesn't mean they're not good, just that I need to read them again 😜 also beware, I like Royai FOR THE ANGST so there'll be plenty of it there. I've decided to share fics that aren't smut (doesn't mean some of them can't be explicit but the smut isn't the only thing in them). I might make a smut rec list one day, we'll see.

(PS if I don't tag authors who are on Tumblr feel free to manifest yourselves so I can tag you !)

First and foremost, here's my fave fic ever in this fandom, one of the first I have read and still so good for me, Your Warmth Against My Scars by @lassusog characterization is on point, and it never fails to make me feel so much when I read it.

and when you can't rise (I'll crawl with you on my hands and knees) by starsinherblood. A great story, with tension and action on point, and perfect angst 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

The Last Train Home by @rizaposting who has awesome 03!Royai fics, and this one makes me all warm and fuzzy inside 🥺

Under a Blood Red Sky by @liber-what-ia Ishval angst, great characterization and I was so happy to see Charlie ! It's not complete but I just love it anyway, especially the way the prose flows, it'w just beautiful (no pressure, friend! I just don't want to stop myself at only complete works!)

you can only touch him when he's dying, by lilantis. I love to see the story progress. So angsty and bittersweet, aaahhh ❤️

Like you do by wordslinger. This is a very intriguing story both in subject and the way it's written. Also I bawled my eyes out. Haha.

The meaning in each keystrokes by WorryinglyInnocent. Riza centric Violet Evergarden AU, knowing that : I don't know anything about Violet Evergarden AT ALL, never heard about it before, and I tend to avoid AUs most of the time for reasons, and yet I found this one randomly and it caught me. I really like the premises, and the fact that Maes and Gracia especially play such a big part. It was a very refreshing read.

Couldn't finish without The King's Counsellor by @qs63, since she's my partner in crime in writing royai, and while we share the exact same brainrot, which is already a perfect reason to share her fic(s) there, I love how much more gravitas she manages to give to Royai than I do.

Finally allow me some shameless self advertising, because I myself am a royai fic writer, so linking you my masterlist 😅

This is by no means a complete list ! I will probably come back and reblog with more if I think about others or find new ones ! I just wanted to reply quickly, because I have been trying to make such a list and always let it drag because I felt I was missing some good ones. I still know I am missing them. I'll just add them later 🥰 thank you again !!

#royai #royai fic rec #fic rec

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certifiedtrashmouth · 2 years ago

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Oh gosh I don’t wanna repeat someone and I’m not sure about Xmas traditions but what about ridiculous stocking stuffers w Eddie? Fluff/humor.

oh, god. this one also got out of hand. started in light-hearted fun and ended in fluff that had me screaming into my pillow. i'm sorry for the length.

good for one kiss (eddie munson x reader)

warnings: none really. mentions of penis??? (eddie makes a joke about his dick and there's mention of a blowjob but no description lol), mentions of cigarettes, idiots in love. best friends to lovers.

“What am I supposed to do with a single piece of gum?”

“What am I supposed to do with a single cigarette?”

“Smoke it, idiot.”

“It’s broken, idiot.”

“Oh.”

You and Eddie sit cross-legged across from each other on his bed on Christmas Eve, partaking in your annual gift exchange. But there was a catch; each year, you exchanged stockings, only gifting each other what you could fit in the glorified, fleece-lined socks. There had only been two exceptions to the rule of the years - the year you’d gifted Eddie his first professional-grade amp and he’d bawled like a baby (once he’d dried his tears, he’d threatened you and Wayne both endlessly about ever letting the story leave the room. The two of you had exchanged a look, though, knowing neither of you would ever let him live it down.) and the year Eddie had bought you your first acoustic six-string with the promise of lessons from him (it was onyx black and shined with promise as Eddie explained the two of you needed to use paint markers to decorate it).

It was going on five years of the tradition that had stemmed from both of you never being able to afford much for each other, but still wanting to show you care nevertheless. And as the years had gone on, the gifts had slowly found their rhythm. There was always a perfect mixture of cliche throwaway gifts, gag gifts, and gifts so sentimental that some tears were sure to be shed by one of the parties.

“I didn’t think it would break,” you scrunch your nose slightly as Eddie holds up the cigarette, limp from the crack in the middle of it.

“What did you expect, just throwing it in here like that?” Eddie laughs, not bothered in the slightest. He had a pack of Camels snug in the pocket of his leather jacket slung over his desk chair. It was the thought that counted, after all.

“I expected it to be absolutely fucking invincible for how expensive the pack was,” you whine, and he can’t help but watch you with bemusement, “I spent my last dollar from my tips on that damn pack.”

The mention of that softens the look in Eddie’s eyes. He knew the two of you struggled to come up with enough money to even keep up this tradition; he had hardly seen you due to how many spare shifts you’d been picking up at Benny’s the last few weeks.

You catch the look, immediately straighten up, “No, no, no. Don’t even go there, Munson. I can see you going there. Come back to me, idiot.”

Idiot. The term of endearment you’d coined for him since you’d first met in sophomore year of high school. He’d heard it in a dozen different tones - elated, annoyed, exhausted - but not a single one held an ounce of genuine negativity towards him. You made idiot sound like my love.

He wasn’t your lover, though. He kicked himself in the shins every morning over it, always telling himself that today was the day and I’m going to tell her how I feel finally.

Spoiler alert. He never did.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he offers up his own loving nickname for you, “I just know you’ve been busting your ass at Benny’s-”

“Yes, I have, because I want to spoil you for the holidays. I don’t regret a single second of it. Even when those creepy old men tried to shove the dollar bills in my shirt rather than just hand them to me.”

You both laugh at the memory. It hadn’t been very funny when it happened, leading to you calling Eddie crying and him coming to your rescue, but enough time had passed to see the humor in it all.

The rest of the gift exchange goes as expected for the most part. The gag gifts pull the appropriate amount of laughter, and the more genuine gifts pull a softness out of each other that nearly had each of your eyes’ pupils forming hearts.

Eddie fawns over a pack of pics you’d had customized with Corroded Coffin’s logo, and you react just as bluntly as expected when you pull a long red candle from your stocking, looking up to Eddie blankly.

“For when I finally sacrifice you in the woods,” he explains with a cheesy grin, “Gotta have candles if we’re going to worship Satan, sweetheart.”

“Ha-ha,” you dead pan, tilting your head slightly as you keep a straight face, completely unimpressed, “You’re hilarious, Munson.”

“Hey, I could have made a sex joke,” he throws up his hands in a defensive manner, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the ground in faux shyness.

“Yeah, yeah - you could have made a sex joke,” you mumble as you shove the candle to the side, a smile still escaping the corners of your mouth.

“As a matter of fact, I still can. Don’t think I didn’t notice the fact that you replaced my stocking this year, darling, and that it’s noticeably larger. Finally big enough to fit over my massive dic-”

“You’re disgusting,” you interrupt, grabbing the candle and now whacking one of his knees with it, making him fall victim to an uncontrollable giggling fit, “Have you ever been told that? Let me be the first to tell you - you’re absolutely vile, Edward Munson.”

You don’t mean it, and he knows you don’t. You’re both laughing too much over it.

You’re starting to get to the bottom of the stockings now. You each have an odd arrangement of candy that had been included in each respective stocking - Eddie is socking on a blue jolly rancher, being sure to make annoying slurping noises to get a rise out of you, as you nibble on a miniature candy cane. There’s only one gift left in your stocking, a small box that you only reach for once you rewrap the candy cane in the plastic wrap it’d come in that you’d saved to avoid getting sticky fingers.

“What’s this?” you ask, pulling it out and letting the empty stocking fall into your lap.

Eddie looks up from where he was preoccupied with attempting to open another jolly rancher. His eyes light up from the present in your palm, “Oh, only saving the best one for last, sweet thing.”

You look at him questioningly, but begin to slide your finger under the delicate edge of the small box regardless. It takes concentration to pry open the box without tearing it, but you do, you gasp.

In a bed of cotton, there’s a necklace.

It looks like a copy of Eddie’s signature pick necklace. But instead of the dark swirling black between clouds of burgundy red, it shines with pearlescent opal white and ruby red, glimmering on a silver chain as if it were made of jewels.

When you gently lift it from the box, it’s clear it’s not a real pick. It’s heavier - Hell, it might actually be made of gemstones.

“Eddie-” you gasp, cutting yourself off, mesmerized by the beauty.

He’s nearly shaking with delight, “It’s a locket. Look, open it.”

You see what he means immediately, realizing that the weight was from the thickness of the faux pick. There’s a subtle seam, with a silver lock on the side that clicks gently when you press on it. The locket swings open, and inside is a snug photo of you and Eddie. You can pinpoint exactly when the photo was taken; it was at your birthday party two years ago, both of you laughing with cake icing on the tips of your nose. The photo is in dramatic black and white, but you can still picture how obnoxiously red your cheeks were with Eddie’s arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you into him as you two lost it over God knows what.

You feel yourself beginning to tear up, completely stunned, “I- Oh my God, Eddie. I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with how I’m the best friend ever,” he cheekily grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you let out a breathless laugh.

“It’s…God, it’s beautiful. This- This is too much, Eddie. I can’t imagine how expensive-”

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, waving his hands frantically, refusing to listen to your lecture. He didn’t care if it had cost him everything he owned, down to the clothes on his back - it was worth it to see that look on your face. “Don’t even start, sweetheart. One of Wayne’s friends at the plant has a wife who makes jewelry for a living. We got the family discount because she thought the idea was so dang adorable,” his voice pitches to mock the mystery woman, and it makes you tearily laugh some more.

You look back down at the open locker, finger tracing over the opposite side from the photo.

E. It’s engraved in cursive. As if you’d ever forget the initial of the boy in the photo - the boy in front of you.

“You really had to choose the photo that made me look like a dork, didn’t you?” you softly tease under your breath, staring at the memory in unfiltered fondness.

“Someone’s got to keep you humble,” he retorts.

You ignore his comment, standing quickly and holding the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on?”

He doesn’t hesitate to leap off the bed to your side, taking the chain gingerly before you turn and face your back to him. His movements are careful and deliberate as he brushes your hair off to the side, cold fingers skimming over your skin and sending shivers down your spine before he loops the necklace around the front of your chest. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he fiddles with the clasp for a few moments before finding success.

“Aha! Perfect,” he claps as you spin around, grinning giddily at the weight that sits naturally between your collarbones. It gives you a sense of security, a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you earnestly say, voice crumbling with emotions as your smile shines and you lift a hand to pinch the necklace between two fingers. The locket is smooth as you rub over it, “I love it.”

His face reflects your happiness right back before you suddenly throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. He returns it immediately, squeezing you back just as strongly. You both melt into the hug, comfortable as you eventually beginning to just-barely-sway in the middle of Eddie’s room, chests pressed together as hearts beat in sync.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your hair before placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Merry Christmas, Eds.”

You finally pull away, both of you returning to your original positions on the bed. Gifts are scattered around you, mixing with candy and wrappers, as Eddie pulls up his stocking and begins to shake it upside down.

“There’s not any more gifts, Eddie, you already opened them-” you cut yourself off, the smile that had your cheeks aching still fading when a piece of paper flutters from his stocking.

Oh no.

“No more gifts, you say?” he smirks in your direction, picking up the folded note, “What’s this, then?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You’d forgotten about that. When you’d been wrapping Eddie’s gifts the night before, Robin had joined you to keep you company. The two of you had broken into a few bottles of wine around the house when you had a bright idea (at least, at the time it seemed bright. Now, it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. Ever.). Coupons for Eddie, ranging from redemption for kisses to redemption for more… explicit acts. To be fair, Robin had egged you on, knowing of your hopeless crush of two years on your best friend. You’d folded each ‘coupon’ and sealed them with kisses from red lipstick the two of you had dug out of your desk drawers. You’d chickened out when the buzz from the wine faded, and pulled all of the ridiculous notes out before properly filling the stocking with his actual gifts.

Or at least, you thought you’d gotten all of the notes out. Clearly, you hadn’t.

“Don’t open that!” you blurt out, lurching forward and attempting to snatch the paper from Eddie. It only makes his smirk grow, hand shooting out away from you, glancing wildly between you and the kiss-stained paper.

“Now you’ve really got me curious,” he mocks, pulling a face at you as he brings the paper back to his face, beginning to unfold it.

“No, Eddie, seriously, don’t read it. Please. It was so stupid, I- Robin and I were drinking, and I just…” you trail off in your explanation as he completely disregards you and his eyes trail over your scribbled words.

You didn’t even know which one had been left behind. You could only hope it was one of the less vulgar ones.

“Is this a joke?” he asks softly. You’re shocked - you’d expected merciless teasing. Not whatever look was currently in his eyes.

“What?” you ask, trying to peer over to see what the paper said. Depending on which dumb coupon it was, your answer would change, “I- Sort of. Maybe. No. I don’t know.”

You begin to wring your hands in your lap, waiting for him to respond. You felt so nauseated you considered escaping to the bathroom. Maybe you could die of embarrassment in the Munson men’s bathtub.

But then you remember it’s the Munson men’s bathtub, and decide the better fate may lay here, Eddie glancing up at you with moving curiosity, eyebrows furrowed.

Your cheeks burn crimson as you wish for the Earth to swallow you whole.

“Yes or no? Is it a joke?” he asks again, a stern tone that manages to not come across angry.

Your stomach and chest twist in sync, “No. It isn’t a joke.”

Suddenly, Eddie is taking the note and thrusting it towards you, eyes blown wide and chest heaving.

“Then I’d like to redeem it now, please.”

You don’t realize it, but the room had started spinning the moment Eddie had read what was written down. It felt like a dream - a dream he’d indulged in with no hopes of it ever coming true for an embarrassingly long amount of time now.

Your hands shake as you reach out to take the note from him, and you look down to see just how much drunk you had screwed you over in this moment.

In your messy handwriting, it reads: Coupon for Eddie Munson - good for one (1) kiss. To be redeemed at Eddie’s discretion.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, thankful it wasn't a vulgar one, before the reality of what Eddie had just requested hits you.

“Did you just- did you just say you want to redeem it now?”

Eddie nods, a determined look crossing his face, “Yes, please.”

You both stare at each other for a moment, letting the emotions in the air sink in. It takes a moment before you both break out into withheld, shy smiles.

“Okay,” you sigh.

Before you can overthink it, you’re both leaning forward, Eddie’s hands cupping your cheeks as his lips meet yours tenderly. It’s just a peck, nothing more, but it sends your heart into cardiac arrest. You can still taste the jolly ranchers on his lips, and he tastes the sweet mint of the candy cane on yours.

You both pull back slightly, his hands not leaving your face, knees pressing together. Your eyes had fluttered close, and you don’t have the guts to open them quite yet and face the consequences of what had just happened between the two of you.

“I like you,” you admit quietly, your entire body tensing as you await rejection.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you’re met with the sound of Eddie’s gentle voice, “I like you, too.”

Your eyes finally spring open to already find him staring at you with adoration. “You do?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart. I let you touch my first sweetheart. I only give that privilege to the prettiest of girls,” he laughs, eyes flickering to your lips but still keeping his distance.

“You’ve only let me have that privilege.”

“Exactly.”

He finally closes the distance again, lips slotting against yours as if they’re meant to be. Something clicks in the Universe, something that says that this is right and meant to happen. Two years of silent and hopeless pining, only to find out both your feelings were returned. It leaves the two of you delirious as you both deepen the kiss. Somehow, Eddie ends up scooting up his bed until his back meets the wall where his headboard would be if he had one, you straddling his lap. It’s all still so innocent; just the two of you, soft and sickly sweet kisses as you hold one another as if you expect the other to vanish.

“Merry Christmas, Eds,” you repeat your earlier statement and reach up to his gifted locket on instinct now. It feels right. You and him this close, you and him kissing, the photo of you resting against your chest where it belongs.

“Best Christmas ever,” he chuckles before he captures you in another kiss.

He’s right. It’s safe to say the two of you struggle to ever top that Christmas. You make it a running joke to always include coupons in his stocking from that year on. Each year, the coupons get better, sometimes raunchy and sometimes just downright adorable.

Good for one cuddle.

Good for one blowjob (don’t waste it).

Good for one surprise date night.

They’re always fairly clever, and each year, he thinks you get closer to topping that first note.

But it’s not until years down the road, when the two of you sit across from each other in your now shared living room, in some big city you now call home, that he knows that he had finally topped that year. The look on your face when you dig into the bottom of your stocking, finding the small box that contains the diamond ring he’d been saving up for ever since that first kiss, tells him everything he needs to know.

It’s still pretty nice when he hears you squeal yes out loud, though.

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