#just tell me if it isn't and i'll revise it !!

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

"The dialogue doesn't sound natural"

this is one criticism of the Moffat era i just cannot wrap my head around because since when has Doctor Who ever had natural sounding dialogue? From Classic Who to the RTD era, characters have always talked like they are in Doctor Who, not real life. This is an fantasy adventure series, not a gritty Jimmy McGovern drama, dialogue doesn't need to sound completely realistic, it just needs to sound good.

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u

[fuck1ng-queen]

Less Complicated

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: none actually, enemies to lovers

Author comments: hey bestiessss! this is the first oneshot i'm posting to celebrate valentine's day with bad omens and i'm so excited to this week because i'll post one per day! i hope you all like it and see you tomorrow! 💕

The wind was blowing so hard you could hear it. You pressed your arms against your body, trying your best to close your coat around you. The leafless trees danced under the light of the streetlamps. A few small piles of snow piled up on the damp sidewalks, reflecting the brightness of the shop windows decorated with red hearts and shiny letters. The distant sound of laughter and conversations between couples walking by created a cozy backdrop, contrasting with your loneliness as you walked. Valentine's Day had never been a special day for you, it was just another one when the world around you was immersed in hearts and flowers. As you walked to the café on the corner, the one you always went to when you felt lonely, your thoughts were occupied with the upcoming exhibition you were organizing for the local gallery. It was the only thing that still kept you distracted from it all.

The sound of music in the distance caught your attention. You frowned in disapproval as you recognized the melody of the famous song by the band you avoided listening to so much. More specifically, the lead singer you'd rather forget: Noah.

Noah had always been a constant presence in your life, but not always for the best reasons. Ever since high school, your lives seemed intertwined by an inexplicable rivalry. He was the kind of person who always made a point of annoying you, as if he knew exactly where every single one of your vulnerabilities was. How could someone who hated you so much get to know you so well? And to make things worse, he did it with pleasure, always with a smile on his face that at the time you could die for, but you would never tell anyone that you found it attractive.

The music in the distance brought back memories. The fierce competitions to be the best student in the class, the discussions about who was the most creative in the projects, the challenging looks you exchanged every chance you got. Noah always found a way to unsettle you, with his unfunny jokes and constant teasing. He knew exactly how to make you angry.

“Do you really think you can beat me?” Noah scoffed after one of the many competitions you’ve entered.

“At least I make an effort, unlike you who only rely on your own cheap charm,” you retorted, with sparks in your eyes.

“Charm? I didn’t know you noticed,” he replied with that mischievous smile that only pissed you off even more.

Inside the café, the warmth and the scents welcomed you. You took off your coat and sat down by the window, opening your computer to revise a few things. You were so immersed in your work that you almost didn't notice when a man entered the café, shaking the snow out of his hair and heading for the counter. He looked different from what you remembered, maybe more mature, but still with that carefree air that irritated you so much. You blinked a few times until you believed it was none other than Noah.

“I can’t believe it.” His voice brought you back to reality.

You looked up, forcing a polite smile. “Noah.”

“You here? I swear I didn’t expect to see you.” He smiled, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“I’m working. What about you?”

“Show. We're in town. It looks like the band is still following you,” he joked, and you let out a sigh.

“Unfortunately, it seems so.” You turned your attention back to the screen, trying to put an end to the conversation.

But Noah wasn't the type of person to be ignored so easily. He ordered a coffee and sat down at your table, facing you. “Why are you always so serious? Isn't it Valentine's Day? You should be having fun.”

“And what about you? Where's your romantic day?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't have one. My passion is music, remember?” He shrugged, taking a sip of coffee.

“Of course. How could I forget?” you replied, with a touch of sarcasm. “You play everywhere.”

“You always notice, then” he laughed, making you roll your eyes. “But what about you, still organizing those art exhibitions?” Noah asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

“Yes, that's my job,” you replied as dryly as you could, turning your eyes back to your laptop.

“You know, you really take all this seriously. Haven't you ever thought about relaxing a bit?” he teased.

You sighed and closed your laptop with an audible click. “Noah, why do you always feel the need to tease me?”

“Because it's fun to see you get angry,” he replied with a mischievous grin. “But maybe I also like to see you a little out of your comfort zone.”

“You don't change, do you? Always the same Noah, eager to be the center of attention,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

“And you, always so focused, so determined,” he said softly. “Maybe that's what I admire about you.”

You couldn't help but be surprised by the honesty in his voice. “Admire? You?”

“Yes. As much as we fight, I've always admired your passion for what you do. We're artists, we can't deny that we're passionate, and I admire that in you. Even if I don't say it often,” Noah admitted, looking directly into your eyes.

You felt disconcerted. You weren't used to this vulnerable version of Noah, let alone a compliment from him, or the way you felt, unable to arm yourself for a response. You looked away, trying to process what he had said.

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you mumbled, not knowing what to say.

Noah smiled, realizing that he had managed to disarm you. “Who knows, maybe we should try being friends for once?”

You arched an eyebrow, still skeptical. “Friends? I don't know if we're ready for that.”

“Maybe not now, but who knows in the future?” Noah replied, getting up to leave. “Anyway, it was good to see you. Good luck with the new exhibition.”

“Thank you, Noah. Good luck with your presentation,” you replied, watching as Noah left the café.

(...)

In the following days, you tried to concentrate on your work, but the conversation with Noah kept going through your head. He seemed different, more sincere, more vulnerable. It made you uneasy.

On the opening night of the exhibition, you were nervous. The lights in the gallery shone brightly, reflecting the meticulously selected paintings and sculptures. You ran your eyes over everything, as if there were still some detail or other that might have gone unnoticed, in an attempt to suppress your nervousness.

“It's perfect,” Noah's voice sounded next to you, soft and encouraging.

You turned to him, surprised to see him there. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to support you. We're artists, I know how lonely today can be for you. I thought you might need a friend tonight,” he said with a warm smile.

You felt a genuine wave of gratitude at that moment, making you smile back. “Thank you, Noah. It means a lot to me.”

“Can I ask you something?” Noah hesitated, as if choosing every word he was going to say.

“Of course,” you replied, curious.

“Why have you always hated me so much?” The question was direct, but there was a vulnerability in his voice that made you feel your stomach lurch.

You took a deep breath, staring at him. “It was never hate, Noah. I think it was... fear. Fear of how you made me feel. You were always so free, so confident, and I didn't know how to deal with it.”

“Fear?” Noah asked, surprised. “I never wanted to scare you. I always thought you hated me because well... I've always been a jerk to you.”

You laughed softly, despite your serious look. “And you were. But I was also a bit stubborn and proud. The two of us were always competing, always trying to prove I don't know what to I don't know who. Maybe we were actually trying to hide what we really felt.”

“And what did we really feel?” Noah asked in a soft tone, but full of curiosity.

You sighed, your gaze fixed on his eyes. “I think we were afraid of getting hurt. It was easier to fight than to admit that maybe there was something more. Something we didn't know how to deal with.”

“I won't deny it, I always felt there was something more,” Noah admitted. “But I didn't know how to tell you. Every time I tried, we ended up fighting. And then I thought, maybe it's better this way. Less complicated.”

“Less complicated, more painful,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. “As time went by, I kept thinking about all the things I wish I'd told you, but never did. There was always a barrier between us, something we never knew how to cross.”

Noah took a step closer, gently holding your hand. You didn't remember, but that was probably the first time you touched each other, and it gave you goosebumps. “I always felt that there was something big between us. Maybe it's too late, but I think I'd still like to explore it with you.” 

You felt your heart soar at his words. “Noah, I feel it too. I think I want to stop running away.” 

He smiled, gently pulling you closer. “So, what do you say about starting now? My name is Noah and I sing in a band.” He smiled, holding out his hand to shake yours.

You giggled, feeling your face heat up. You smiled back, your eyes shining with the chance of a new hope, feeling that the truce between you could last forever.

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[olderthannetfic]

As someone who wants to write their first long romance fic, I looked up “romancing the beat” and… is that it?? Is that really how people write romances? Is that fine? I just write 2-3k for each of the 20 or so steps, and sprinkle in some jokes and some smut and at the end of the “giving up” stage some angst too and it’s done?? I am shook.

I read more fanfic romance than published romance and I was dimly aware that romance is pretty formulaic (especially published stuff) but I didn’t know the formula was so… detailed? Fill-in-the-blanks shaped even?

I've written all those things before (smut fluff and angest) although only in oneshots, so that skill is not new to me. But do I really just put Blorbo and Blorbecita in this 20-step formula and get a long fic out of it? That people will read? It can’t be that simple, can it?

(Please don’t tell me romancing the beat is satire. I'll die of embarrassment if it turns out to be satire. Please don’t be satire)

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I find most of those plot structure books laughable though not satire.

I haven't read Romancing the Beat in years, but I remember it being more or less sound. The issue is that all books in this genre are taking something that good writers understand instinctively and making it a canned formula for those who don't.

This is an excellent way to structure your revisions when you have a draft but something isn't quite working. It's often a good way to analyze someone else's story that you already like and think works. It's a much less good way to write in the first place.

It might work for you, but trying to figure out which bit of your proposed plotline goes in this or that formal category in three act structure or Romancing the Beat's structure or whatever is often difficult and pointless.

How To Structure Your Novel and/or How to Actually Finish A Draft are very popular and lucrative genres of nonfiction writing. Tons of people want to write long things but keep failing to. They will spend plenty of money on products that purport to be the magic bullet that will get them there. That doesn't make the book bad, but just... you know... keep that context in mind.

In my experience, all of the books of this type sound decent and can probably help you grind through a long thing with somewhat less likelihood of giving up, but I usually look at my outline that I instinctively know works and at the canned formula I'm supposed to awkwardly shoehorn my outline into and decide it's more trouble than it's worth.

And no, I don't think that youtube video on the four types of writers is accurate either. These formal structures don't suck because I'm the instinctive type instead of whatever the other one was. They suck because they're simplistic lenses applied after the fact rather than a truly accurate description of why plots in fun books work. To make the structure, they've had to flatten and ignore on the same level as Joseph "the sexist, racist hack" Campbell's hero's journey does.

[greetingfromthedead]

Plantheat (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: About once a year Vash's heat rolls around and while he is worried about the position it puts you in, you enjoy all the positions.

Series: None (oneshot)

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: no use of y/n, plantheat, rutting, pwp, smut, light BDSM, mention of breeding kink, cum kink ig, hand job, blowjob, p in v sex, joyous use of a couch, copious amount of... cum, rough sex, aphrodisiac, some spanking, blushing Vash → rutting Vash

Word count: 4.3k

Author's Note: If you know me or my other work... no you don't. Idk where this came from and it has already been revised... it was worse.

Vash has been avoiding your gaze all morning, generally curling up in bed and pulling the blanket over his head. He insists he is feeling sick, but you suspect it's something quite a bit different. You go along with his behavior, only giving him a peck on the cheek from behind before you get out of bed again.

"I will bring you something to eat; surely that will make you feel better," you say from the door.

"Thank you, love, but I am not hungry. I'll just go take a shower." His muffled voice sounds from underneath layers of fabric. This answer confirms your suspicions, and you leave for the kitchen. There are only a few reasons your man would refuse food, and being sick isn't one of them.

You eat your late breakfast as you see him slinking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom next door. He held a bundle of towels, and the sweet smell following him leaves no room for doubt about what is really going on. You take a deep whiff and lick your lips, savoring the scent. You can finish your plate and clean up in the time it takes him to shower. He usually refuses to waste that much water, but the grunts you hear through the door reveal he is doing more than just washing.

You bite your lip, wanting to go in there, but stop yourself. Every time he tries to hide his heat, and each time he fails, yet seeing him struggle with it in the beginning always amuses you. So instead, you settle in on the couch, where you have a great view of the bathroom door. From the suppressed noises, you assume he jerked himself off at least twice, surely hoping to put off the effects of his time of the year. You try to think back to the last time, and it seems like it hasn't been quite a year yet, but you aren't complaining. Vash might think he puts you in an awful position with his unquenchable need that arises during this time, but actually you quite enjoy all the positions you end up finding yourself in.

He finally exits the room, a large fluffy towel around his waist and a smaller one on his shoulders, catching the water droplets from his hair. His scarred and augmented chest is on full display, and you admire his broad shoulders. His body is a marvel to you, and even on a regular day, a sight like this makes your mouth water.

"Hello, my eyes are up here!" Vash tries to crack a joke, and one of his hands goes to scratch the back of his neck.

"I know. But I am not looking at them right now," you tease. "Come closer and let me get a better look. Do a spin while you're at it."

You see a reddish hue flush over his chest and neck while he walks closer to you. You can tell he's a bit nervous, but he obliges and does a slow turn, giving you a full view.

"Happy? I should go back to bed." He sounds very awkward, as he avoids looking straight at you and instead gazes at the bedroom door. With him came the same sweet smell as before, and it makes you painfully aware of the yearning in your belly, a desire to spread your legs right away. The smell alone is enough to turn you on, but tasting him would spell the end of your little game.

"Later. You took such a long shower; surely you feel a bit better now." You keep a careful eye on him as you speak. "You're all wet still; I'm surprised you're not shivering. Come here; I'll help you."

You reach out and tug gently on the towel wrapped around his waist. He obliges, but the blush is deepening on his face. He glances down at you as you place your hand on his stomach, wiping some droplets onto your thumb before sticking it in your mouth. You suck your finger dry and see his eyes widening.

"What? You used a lot of water; let's not waste any more." You say with a grin and pull him closer to run your lips over his skin, kissing away the wetness. You can feel his heart racing under your touch, and the maddening smell intensifies.

"Darling, I should..." A shudder runs through his body. "Go to bed."

"Don't you like it?" You run your tongue over the curves and valleys of his muscles, your hands firmly holding on to his hips.

"Oh, you know I do. It's just that…" He sounds breathless, and the crimson of his cheeks is accompanied by a pleading look in his eyes.

"You want to fuck my brains out." You finish his sentence with a smirk and pull away a bit to see him better.

"Yes. Yes, I do," he admits with a guilty look in his eyes.

"Why don't you?" You look at his face as his expression shifts from one microscopic emotion to the next. You don't actually need him to answer; you know his reasoning from the years before.

"I don't want you to feel used. I don't want to hurt you. I know it can get… intense," he swallows, and you pull the edge of his towel until it falls down. "And what if you get pregnant?"

"What if? Come on, daddy, don't worry about that." You say with a sultry voice, "Go on, give it your best shot."

"Don't say that," he exhales, and you can tell it gets harder and harder for him to keep his composure.

"Why not?" you smirk as your one hand wraps around his half flaccid cock, feeling it twitch at your touch. You let it slide through your loose grip until you reach the tip, your thumb rubbing against the sensitive spot, smearing the large glob of pre-cum that had already formed there.

"I can't resist you." He studders slightly and reaches out his hand to touch your cheek. "I want you. I want you so badly."

You feel a rush of desire wash over you as his words send shivers down your spine. You lean in closer to kiss his dry shaft, your fingers twisting just below the tip, causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"I'm right here," you say, barely pulling your lips away from his skin as you look up. "Use me. Any way you want. Any way you need."

He bites his lips hard, the redness not leaving his face as he meets your gaze. He watches you trace your lips along his length as your hand starts to move back and forth. Sloppier kisses leave plenty of spit behind for your hand to glide smoothly. As he is fully erect, the tip leaks with his arousal, providing plenty of lubrication. His eyes never leave yours as you continue to stroke him, his breath quickening with each movement. You are careful not to taste any of him, pulling away and instead adding your other hand to the mix.

His body leans back in pleasure as you increase the intensity. He arches his back and lets out a slight moan as he enjoys your touch. One hand strokes along the length while the other twists around the tip. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the sensation. The sweet smell of his aphrodisiac fills the air, and your whole body longs for it. You feel your own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, the wetness collecting between your legs. You use your semi-clear head to tease him a bit longer; you know his quirks and know the best ways to build him up. You know exactly how to push his buttons and make him lose control, and with his especially short fuse today, you enjoy this while you can. His moans get louder and less guarded. It gives you massive satisfaction to hear him like that, seeing his muscles ripple as his body is overtaken by pleasure. He's putty in your hands, completely at your mercy. It does not take long to get him to his edge, only to lessen the stimulation and deny his orgasm. His eyes shoot at you again as you grin.

"Oh no, no, you don't get to simply torture me." Vash says, and there is an edge to his voice; the heat is taking him over, revealing his more primal and wild sides. "I won't let you have all the fun."

His left hand grips your jaw, and his right one grabs the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair as he pulls your head back. You can only guess that if you weren't still holding his cock tightly, he would have crashed into you for a fierce kiss, but this is not what happens. As you look up with your mouth pried open, he rolls his mouth and parts his lips to let some spit drip off the tip of his tongue. It lands on yours, and the aphrodisiac immediately fills your senses. You feel a surge of desire rush through your body. You want more. You need more.

He looks satisfied as your hungry gaze moves back on his dick. You feel ravenous for more and desperate to taste the sweetness again. Desperate to pull the pleasure from his body. You lick the fingers of one of your hands, savoring the remnants of his essence that still linger on your skin, but it is not enough. Sticking out our tongue, you place his tip on it, collecting the constantly leaking pre-cum that's a hint of what's still to come. You can't wait to have him inside you, filling you up completely, but for now, you want to taste him in the back of your throat. The desire grows, and the heat in your belly rises with each passing second. He has opened the floodgates, and you're sure you've soaked through more than just your underwear.

Hungrily, you start sucking on him while both your hands busy themselves with stimulating the rest of his cock. His hand, holding on to your hair, tightens, urging you on even as you gag on him. Your head is flooded with nothing but the desire to become his personal cum dump. The intensity of the moment consumes you, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of submission. His moans of pleasure only fuel your own arousal, pushing you to go further and deeper, with noises of enjoyment escaping your lungs. In that moment, you surrender completely to the overwhelming sensation of being his willing plaything. You slide off the couch to kneel before him, ready to fulfill his every desire.

One of your hands goes to rub your pussy through your pants, but the friction is not nearly enough. You want him all over your body, but your own pleasure comes second. You're here to please him, to have him fill you to the brim.

His groans intensify as you rub his most sensitive spot against the slightly rougher texture of your tongue. Your hand still works on the length of his cock as you feel him twitch under your touch. You know he's close, and you're determined to make him come undone. As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, you can feel his body tense and his breath quicken. With a final, deliberate movement, you bring him to the edge and watch as he releases with a deep, guttural moan. Satisfaction washes over you as his cum fills your mouth, sending a new rush of desire over you. The sweet taste that fogs your senses and judgment is irresistible as you swallow; another wave comes as you squeeze every drop out of him.

You look pleadingly up at him as you lick the taste of him from your lips. You want more. You need to please him; all that is in your head is him. His body, his cock, his seed. You want to be completely consumed by him. You want him to ravage your skin. The thought can cross your mind as you feel him shift under your touch. He reaches down, sliding his hands under your arms and lifting you up off the ground effortlessly, like one would do with a child. As your feet touch the floor, he releases you only to wrap his arms around your body, keeping you upright even as your legs still adjust. He leans you backwards, his strong hand pressing on your lower back so you're flush with his stomach, and his lips capture yours. Adrenaline courses through your body the moment his tongue sweeps through your mouth, leaving more sweetness behind. You feel your heart racing faster. He breathes heavily into your mouth during the kiss, his hands gripping you tightly and possessively.

He takes a few steps forward, forcing you to stumble backwards, but you might as well have done nothing as he drags you to the edge of the couch, roughly turns you around, and bends you over the armrest. One hand presses on your back as if telling you to stay down. The other hand slides down between your legs to cup your clad sex, feeling the wetness seeping through the layers of fabric. You feel a surge of desire and anticipation; you need his touch like you need air. You stay with your face down in the couch cushion and your ass up even as he removes both of his hands.

"Good girl." His low voice praises you as you feel him take hold of the waist of your pants. He pulls them down slowly, feeling the resistance before your ass pops out. He swallows hard as his mouth waters at the sight, and he pushes the pants and underwear down to your ankles. He slaps you hard on your bare skin, leaving it red and tingling, making you yelp. You feel a rush of excitement as he leans in closer, his swollen cock pressed against your crack as he whispers close to your ear. "No time for pleasantries, Mayfly."

In a twisted way, he warned you to brace yourself for what was about to happen next. Quickly, he pulls away from you, and you feel his tip press against your entrance as he lines himself up. One of his long fingered hands grabs hold of your hip as he thrusts forward into your sopping pussy with no mercy. You cry out in pleasure and pain as he fills you. He wastes no time as he pulls back again and thrusts back in with even more force. Your legs tremble at the delicious pain of friction inside you as you still adjust to his girth. Your body arches in response to his relentless pace, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain with every powerful thrust. As his fingers dig into the flesh of our hips, yours dig into the cushion beneath you.

His pace is intense and unyielding, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Every breath escapes you with moans, even as your walls adjust to him. His long, hard strokes send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure bliss. He lets out a few grunts through gritted teeth as your pleasures grow. The aphrodisiac he is constantly leaking makes everything tingle, while your sense of time and self slip away completely. All else disappears; it's just the overwhelming sensation in your cunt that travels up your belly as he rearranges your guts. Every touch and thrust is an exquisite torment that you never want to end.

Wild tremors of lust ripple through your being as Vash releases one of his hands only to grab hold of your hair and pull your head back, making you prop yourself up on your hands, your neck extended as far back as it goes. His blood is on fire while it courses through his veins, carrying the desperation of wanting to fill you up. His other hand, too, glides from your hip, sliding down the slope of your ass onto your back as he rams ferociously into you. Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he reaches his breaking point. With a groan, he releases himself inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. You feel the warmth spreading inside you, making you moan with pleasure. He keeps thrusting into you, showing no sign of slowing down, even as he makes you reach your climax, crying out his name in pleasure. Every impact he makes against your cervix pushes some of the hot, creamy liquid out of your body, making it drip over your folds.

He pulls on your hair harder, and the hand on your back wraps around to help you get up. You arch your back, sticking your ass out even as he pulls you close enough to kiss your neck. Vash whispers softly in your ear, "You're mine."

This only makes you ache more, even as the high of your first orgasm still lingers. You slip out one of your feet from the mess of pants to prop your knee on the armrest as Vash's throbbing cock continues to pound into you relentlessly. He has no cooldown period in his current state, continuing to drive you to the brink of pleasure and pain. The hand holding your hair moves down over your lower belly to your aching clit. His fingers brush over it with quick motions, filling the small room with even more wet sounds. The arm around you shifts up so his long fingers can wrap around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. The intense moans of pleasure escape you as choked cries. The next climax chases the last as you tremble in his grip, your fingers digging into the flesh of his right arm. The pleasure is overwhelming, as you barely perceive his own moans.

The satisfaction only lasts until the euphoria fades away, leaving you needing more. He pulls you closer, his cock in you as deep as it will go. He pauses his rutting for a moment, releasing your windpipe, and as you gasp for more air, he sticks the fingers of his other hand into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you taste both of you on them, but mostly the overwhelming sweetness, sending you into a frenzy again.

You put both feet on the ground again, gripping his dick tighter as he sucks on your neck. You feel thick liquid dripping down your thighs. Your head is filled with thoughts of how to get him moving again as your tongue twirls around his fingers. You can't wait for him to come inside you again; that's all that matters. His free hand explores your body, tugging at your top as it passes over the fabric. You moan softly, your body arching in response to his touch, but as he reaches your thighs, he pulls away and out of you.

"This won't do." Vash takes a step to the left. The prosthesis pushes you forward a bit to bend again. "Spread your legs." He commands, and you comply. His fingers run up your inner thighs, sending shivers down your spine as he collects the cum leaking from your cunt. Vash fingers smear it on your pussy, pushing some back inside.

"I think you should just fill me up again." you say pleadingly, hands leaning on the armrest of the couch. "Please?"

You feel his wet hand run over your ass cheek before smacking it hard and squeezing it tight. You lick your lips again, missing the sweet taste of him, while your sex longs for him. Your breath is heavy as you wait for his answer.

"Tell me what you want." His voice is quiet but has an edge you don't usually hear. You feel a surge of desire coursing through your body as his lips brush your ear.

"I want you to take me. Use me, please. Do whatever you want; just please fill me with your cum. No, drown me in it. I'm begging you." Your voice gets whinier and weaker as you feel his hand explore your body. "Pin me down and fuck me."

"That's my girl," he growls in your ear before turning you around, ripping your shirt down the middle, and pulling it roughly off. His hands grab your waist, and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his middle. Your lips find his as you cup his face with your hands. The sweetness sweeps you away again, and your tongue explores the cavity of his mouth to find more. Vash carries you to the bedroom to continue having his way with you.

He throws you on the bed and wastes no time before climbing in after you. You look at him, your eyes trailing down his magnificent face and body to the still hard cock swaying between his legs, eager for more. His left hand captures your wrists as he pushes them to the bed above you. Vash's lips crash on yours again in a fiery kiss, causing your body to tingle with desire.

You spread your legs wide as he settles between them. His whole body pins you down, trapping you underneath him as his free hand helps his tip glide along your slick folds, teasing you with his touch before pushing into your depths. The sensation of being filled by him makes you moan in ecstasy against his lips, knowing that he is the only one who can make you feel this way.

His thrusts are shallow at first as he grinds his hip against yours. But soon he picks up the pace, filling you with each powerful thrust, rocking your whole body with each stroke. As the intensity builds, your breath becomes ragged. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slapping of wet skin on skin. You can feel the tension building within you, knowing that you are on the brink of an intense release. With each movement, he drives you closer to the edge, pushing you towards a climax that promises to be explosive. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming every fiber of your being. Just when you think you can't take any more, the wave crashes over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. Your body shudders with pleasure as you ride out the intense climax. Loud cries escape your lungs as Vash pulls back, releasing your pinned hands to straighten up more.

He doesn't relent for a moment, continuing to pound into you with all the energy meant for turning a whole town into a sinful pleasure paradise. Your mind goes blank as you feel his hand push down on your lower belly, lost in the moment of pure ecstasy. Every touch, every movement sends you deeper into a state of euphoria that you never want to end. Your pussy clamps down around him, and Vash lets out a moan of satisfaction, increasing the speed at which he's ramming into you. It's enough to have him coming into you again, each thrust causing more of his seed to escape your cunt and drip down your crack. You shudder in pleasure as you feel him release, hands gripping the sheets beneath. You arch your back and moan loudly.

Time loses all meaning. It is just pleasure, and one orgasm chasing the other for both of you. It fills you with happiness each time he comes undone inside you. It fills you with a kind of satisfaction your own climax doesn't bring for long. As his releases become more and more frequent, to the point where there is barely any time where he isn't shooting you up, you are in a pleasure induced bliss. You feel like you are floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He has grabbed your hips to raise your lower half up off the bed to slam his dick into your cunt with more urgency than before. His cum, mixed with your own juices, drips down your back, forming a puddle underneath your ass as he continues to thrust deeply and passionately. You moan in pleasure, feeling another climax approach like a freight train. You try your best to roll your hips on his dick as he holds them tight off the bed. Your hands grab your breasts, pinching on the hard nipples. Your body feels exhausted but is fueled by the aphrodisiac still in your system. You crave it like a drug.

Vash grunts in satisfaction as he comes again, and the wave washing over you pushes you over the edge too, your walls contracting around him in a pulsing rhythm so hard while he pulls back that he pops out. You whimper as, instead of slamming back into you, the length of his cock slides over your clit while he cums. You shake as he makes no effort to correct his aim, instead allowing himself to enjoy the rough texture of your lower lips. Each thrust leaves you gasping for breath and covers you with another of his loads. Your stomach and chest are slick with his cum, and some makes its way onto your tongue, making your cunt gush again as you long for him. Your body trembles with pleasure as you eagerly anticipate the next round of passion. You suck on your finger as you taste him on it, and you feel happiness as all the seed meant for populating a town with his offspring is all yours.

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Peach | Juicy Fruit | Jaemin [NSFW]

Na Jaemin - NCT Dream

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.5k

Pairing: Jaemin x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Established Relationship, Porn without Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving/Anal), Anal Play, Sex Toys (Butt Plug, Butterfly Vibrator), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Squirting, Daddy Kink (he calls himself that once), Unprotected Sex (Don’t!!)

Summary: Jaemin isn't too happy his girlfriend doesn't like peaches…

Author's Note: This series was supposed to be of drabbles, at least this is the longest.

This is only vaguely based off of Smoothie…I say this because I got the idea for a fruit theme, but past that its unrelated.

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"You really don't like peaches?" Your boyfriend looks at you, looking utterly dejected at this new information. You sigh, flapping the produce bag so it’ll open, holding it to him. He dumps the five peaches into the bag he’s carefully cradled in his arms and then adds two more for good measure. As you put the bag in the cart you shrug.

"I’ll eat them sometimes. They’re just...weird."

"Weird how?" Jaemin takes the cart from your grasp so he can push it for you.

"Why are they fuzzy?" You’re a bit ashamed to admit why you dislike them so much. The texture is just so odd, it’s like velvet. And you hate velvet too, it’s unnatural. You much prefer nectarines, of a similar vein but NOT fuzzy.

"But they’re so sweet and juicy..." He stops to send you a mischievous look, "like you~" He boops your nose with his finger then continues on, leaving you staring after him in disgust.

"Why do I love you?" You mumble, trudging after him.

"Because I'm sweet and juicy too." He replies way too casually. You roll your eyes and you two continue to shop, eventually getting the canned foods. You grab a couple of different things, and you watch him put a can of pre-cut peaches in.

"We're buying fresh ones." You take it back out, so he’ll put it back.

"These aren't fuzzy, maybe you'll like these." Jaemin tips the can back and forth in your face, putting it in the cart once again. They aren’t expensive, so you just let it happen. In the candy isle, you look for your favorite kind and he comes over with some Japanese brand of chewy candies, and they’re peach flavored.

"Seriously?"

"I will convince you to likes something peach. Don't make me get the Crush soda!" He points at you, finger close but not touching your forehead. Sighing, you drop the issue, finishing shopping then going back home. You sit at the counter eating some chips as he puts the rest of the groceries away, he won’t let you help. He says it’s because you’re too short to reach everything, but he really just likes spoiling you. When he’s done, he brings over the bag of peaches, setting each one on the counter in a row, smallest to largest.

"What the hell are you doing?" You ask, not sure you want to know the answer. He doesn’t answer, taking the can of peaches, opening it, and placing seven of the slices on a paper plate. In front of each peach, he puts one of the candies.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" You reiterate and he holds up his hand, telling you to wait.

"If you eat a certain number of each one, I will do different things for you."

"Like what?"

"What do you think, baby girl?" He leans on the counter, smirking and you shuffle in your seat under his intense gaze. Clearing your throat, you close the chip bag and shove them to the side.

"Alright. What are they?"

"One candy equals one minute of making out." He points at each one. Jaemin moves to the slices on the plate.

"One is I'll let you ride my thigh." You nod for him to continue.

"Two, I'll get you off with my fingers. Three, your vibrator. Four I'll let you suck me off at the same time. Six, I'll cum in your mouth, and all seven I'll fuck your face." He lists off, recognizing the look on your face with each level. He knows you too well. You swallow hard and he flashes a devilish grins.

"Okay, what about those?” You nod toward the full fruits. He holds one up.

"If you only eat one of these, I'll have you sit on my face. If you do all the other ones, plus one of these..." He drifts off, trying to keep his face flat, but he’s still smirking. Your eyes follow his hand as he puts the fruit down and pulls a bottle out of his pocket you had no idea was there. He sets it down, the fluid inside is a peachy color...

"I'll use this." Jaemin leans back against the counter opposite the island as you look at the bottle.

"Real original. Peach flavored butt lube..." You sigh, but your cunt clenches at the thought. You had been talking about experimenting...

"Okay, deal." You agree, holding your hand out to shake and he grins.

"You sure, baby?"

"We'll see." You shrug, trying to stay nonchalant. You’re a little nervous, the last time you had canned peaches, you gagged at the slimy texture. The candies aren’t too worrying, the artificial flavor is probably quite different from real peaches. He takes your hand and shakes it, leaning back again, nodding for you to start. Unwrapping the first gummy, you slide it into your mouth, the sugar decorating the outside rough on your tongue as your teeth sink in. It really isn’t too bad, though you wouldn’t go out of your way to buy any.

"One minute." You start, unwrapping the next gummy. After you’ve chewed and eaten all seven, Jaemin smirks, coming around the island, and pulling you off the stool to him. As he brings you to and settles on the couch, he sets a timer for seven minutes, cracking some joke about seven minutes in heaven, then hauls you down onto his lap. He groans exaggeratedly as he pulls you down to seal your lips with his, tongue already snaking its way into your mouth. Your head swims as Jaemin kisses you, he really is too good at it. You feel a bit of saliva drip down your chin, he’s rough and noisy. You both are sucking air in harshly through your noses since you can’t use your mouths, but not wanting to cut short the seven minutes in any way. When his phone alarm goes off, his hand buries in your hair and forces you to pull back from the kiss. You’re both panting, but you are way more than him, with that stupid cocky grin on his ridiculously attractive face. With ease, he stands, you still on his lap. This forces you to wrap your legs and arms around him with a yipe and he goes back to the kitchen, setting you on the island counter. He slides the plate over to you, grabbing a spare plastic fork and handing it over. This is more nerve wracking for you. You ponder if literally swallowing the slices whole would be less skeevy than chewing them since they get kind of rubbery in the can. Taking the first piece, you bring it to your lips, cringing at the taste of the syrup they put in the can with them. Sliding it in, the slippery texture makes you gag slightly, so you just bite it in half, then swallow both pieces. Thinking of it like a medication pill makes it go down easier, since those aren’t supposed to be appetizing.

"Thigh." He recites, stepping forward even further, standing between your legs where you sit on the counter. You swallow again, making sure the pieces are done and then proceed to do it again. The flavor isn’t too bad, but the texture is still unpleasant.

"Fingers." Another, swallowing both halves.

"Vibe."

"My cock." He places his thumb over your lip, swiping a bit of the syrup away.

"My cum." You lick your lips that time, swallowing hard to get the rest of the sixth piece down. When you finally eat the last slice, he smiles deviously, running his index finger down your throat, as if following the fruit as you swallow it. Before you can do anything yourself, he pulls away, dashing to the bedroom, coming back out with your butterfly vibrator. He comes back over, pulling your butt to the edge, running his hand up your thigh and under your skirt. You shift so he can flip it up, smiling at your pink panties. He pulls them to the side, your slick letting the silicone head of the small vibrator slide in easily. You shiver a bit as he gets it all in and lets your underwear settle back in place, the wings of the bottom of the toy cupping your whole cunt. He helps you off the counter, and you get on your knees in front of him. As you pull his hard cock out of his sweatpants, you whine, lapping up the drop of precum beaded at his head. Jaemin smirks, holding the remote for you to see, then turns it on. Your breath hitches as he increases the intensity, you squat further so the base of the toy hits the floor, allowing you to press it into you more. Opening your mouth wide, you sit like a good girl as he takes his cock in his hand, leading it in. Listening to you breathe roughly through your nose, he keeps going, filling your throat with his cock. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, loving the feeling of your throat trying to accommodate but not gag. Jaemin just holds his cock there, your nose pressed to his groin, your hips rutting against your toy. When he can tell you need to breathe, he pulls his hips back enough to allow you respite, then starts to thrust his hips. Every fifth thrust, he shoves his cock as deep as he can, his palm laying over your throat feeling it stretch with his girth. He groans loudly, he always does.

"Fuck, baby girl~" Your eyes are watering, tears flowing over your cheeks, breaths harsh through your nose and he knows you’re close like him. His thumb hits the button the remote again and at the new intensity, you hit your climax, your moan around his cock helping him finish as well. You nearly sob as hot, thick spurts of his cum go straight down your throat. It seems to never end, and your vision blurs from lack of air. Jaemin notices and pulls halfway out, a few small spurts of cum still leaving his cock, then pulls out completely so you can suck in oxygen. His cock is a mess of saliva and release. Panting from where you squat on the floor, you watch him shut the toy off, sighing in relief, and he picks up the full peach that time.

"Undress and get on the bed." He orders and you scramble to do so, sliding the toy out and throwing it in the bathroom sink. You slide your clothes off and sit at the end of the bed like a good girl, he comes in not even a minute later, only in his pants and holding the peeled and cut fruit on a plate in his hand. Setting it down next to you, he goes to the nightstand and gets the plug you bought last week.

"Start." You haven't made good on the deal yet, but he knows you will. When you pick up the first piece, you’re relieved it isn’t nearly as slimy or sticky as the canned stuff, but you’re kind of full from the previous parts, as well as what you swallowed of Jaemin's release. You’re feeling impatient, so you scarf it down, shocking him a bit, but you’re licking the last of the juice off your fingers when he comes to stand in front of you. Luckily, he’s given you the smaller one, so you didn’t have much to eat.

"Roll over, get on your knees." He smacks your ass lightly and you crawl up the bed, doing so, face on the sheets, butt in the air. He grins, your slick folds have dripped down over your pucker. He opens the cap of the bottle, and you shiver when the slightly cold fluid hits your rim. You expected the tip of his finger, or even the end of the plug, but you gasp when instead, his tongue runs around your back entrance. It’s peach flavored not just scented.

"Fuck, 'Min." It’s an odd sensation, but not totally unwelcome. He notes that the lube has a very artificial taste, he much prefers the real thing, but if it’s you he eating instead, that’s fine. After a few minutes, he pulls his face away, licking his lips, then picks up the plug.

The toy is pretty small, but he still slathered it in lube, as well as your rim. He watches the muscle flutter around the silicone, and you whine a bit.

"Breathe." He coaches and slides the plug into your ass. Your breath hitches, then you sigh and relax once it’s in.

"How's that, baby girl?" Jaemin strokes the skin of your ass cheek with his thumb, your cunt visibly fluttering.

"W-weird." You admits, and he hums.

"Jaemin~" You practically squeal when the head of his dick runs through your slick folds, but he’s taking his sweet time actually starting to press in.

"Please!" You want to cry, needing him and so he relents, sliding home. You let out a slight choking noise, the burn of his cock stretching you so fast and hard - along with the plug in your ass- is overwhelming. He’s nice enough to let you adjust to the new sensation of having something in both holes, but it always takes a while for you to gets used to his cock. From behind he reaches the deepest part of your cunt, and your tight gummy walls grip to every ridge and vein of him. There’s no verbal warning for him starting, but you see his hands rest on and grip the headboard, prompting you to do the same with the sheets.

"Fuck, princess!" He laughs in glee, not trying to be gentle in any sense, bullying his cock into your pussy as hard as he can, like he’s rearranging your insides on purpose. Each thrust takes your breath away, making you nearly hyperventilate. He’s spewing the sweetest filth, praising you and your cute little cunt. How well you take his fat cock, and how much he loves fucking you stupid. You can barely babble in reply, tiny orgasms washing over you over and over.

"J-J-Jaemin-!" You dig your teeth into the pillow, the next wave coming is much stronger.

"Okay, baby girl, cum for daddy~" He chuckles as you whimper, another hand thrust, and he’s even taken away by your orgasm. Your cunt clenches even tighter around his cock than he thought possibly, spurts of slick spilling from your cunt, dripping and puddling onto the sheets. It’s too much - too hot - that he makes a few more shallow thrusts, then spills inside you. You milk him dry, it feels like, and it makes an even bigger mess. He sits inside you till he’s nearly softened all the way, letting you calm down some and slowly pulling out. His finger circles the base of the plug, the end of it has a little emoji peach on it.

"You like peaches now, princess?"

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my lover, my life, my shawty, my wife

summary: Ushijima x f!Reader. snapshots of eternal youth.

word count: 1.3k

cw: lighthearted manhandling, longterm established relationship ups (and one down), marriage talk and mention of toshi’s parents’ divorce. it’s basically all fluffy and silly tho

a/n: nobody @ me i wrote literally 99% of this a couple weeks ago and just remembered it was in the drafts today i’m working on the promised fics!!! it will just be A While i’m slow okayyy 💘 anyway enjoy some pure ushijima fluff

“Ushiwaka!!!” You shriek, voice breaking with laughter as you slam your hands against his backside. “Put me down, you—you barbarian! Kidnapper! Plunderer!”

He doesn’t say anything, just jostles you gently so your top half (currently upside-down over his broad shoulder) sways while your legs stay firmly in the grip of his arms. You know it’s as close as he’s going to get to a verbal admonishment, your current position already more than enough of an indication that he is fed up with you acting up in a public setting.

“Fine,” you scrunch up your face, sure that he can envision it just the same as you can see in your mind’s eye the near-invisible traces of amusement on his face. “Ugh, you’re going to make me sick. You are so bossy. I can’t believe you think that you can just pick me up and carry me around and tell me what to do. You don’t even say please, you know that?”

He probably gets the idea that he can just pick you up and carry you around and tell you what to do from the ten years that he's been doing all those things, since high school.

You've never gotten sick from being carried like this, either.

“You are bossy,” he says simply in rebuttal. "You say please but you know I'll do whatever it is you want. Even unreasonable things."

"I'm always reasonable," you say. He pats your butt in a way that isn't supposed to be condescending but is. You smack his in return and enjoy the way his back muscles tense up. "Ooh, you've been training your glutes."

He's been doing it in your home gym. You've always been loud about obvious things like this; he doesn't understand it, especially, but he likes it. At first, that had been much of your relationship. You were loud and obvious about your feelings for the up-and-coming teenage ace, and he didn't understand you, but he liked you.

He considers, and then revises his previous thought. He understands you better now. You talk through even things you and he know well because it helps you to process your thoughts, and you are determined to be shocked and delighted by all small things in the world.

"Hello, Bo-kun!" you wave to his teammate. Bokuto, bless him, attempts to bend over upside down to mimic you.

"Hey, Ushijima-san!" Ushijima is lucky that everyone in the facility knows you and you don't have to clarify to any security guards that you aren't in danger, for real. You take offense to the idea that you couldn't win in a fight against him, anyway.

You had been asserting this particular belief, actually, to the rest of the Japanese men’s volleyball team while they stretched post-practice and friends and family were allowed on court to distract them. Atsumu had been egging you on, urging you to try fighting another of the players since he didn’t trust Wakatoshi not to let you win currently. You had rolled up your shirtsleeves when the ace scooped you up and you had, already protesting, waved goodbye to the blond, a huge grin on your face. He had saluted you as you went.

“We’re not married yet,” you say, bonking your forehead into Wakatoshi as he stops short. “You all don't have to keep saying that. Please, call me—”

"Oh, Waka-kun said," Bokuto starts before being cut off.

“We may as well be," Wakatoshi says, turning to face Bokuto (At least turn sideways so I can see, you complain). "It'll happen eventually, so we can start practicing by calling her my wife now."

"What?!" You say. "Don't say things like that. You sound like you like me. Do you like me? Do you want to be more than friends?"

People have always talked about your relationship in begrudging terms. "Oh, opposites attract, I guess..." spoken in a disbelieving and reluctant tone. He understands. Most high school relationships didn't work out. Most people would get frustrated with him and his communication style. Then most long-distance relationships didn't work out. Most young professional athletes wanted to try new things, new people.

Wakatoshi doesn't understand why he would want to try something new when he had something perfectly fine with you. He had said that to you, once, when you were in Sapporo and he in Koganei. You had gotten very quiet for the rest of the call and then remained quiet for two weeks, sending all of his messages to read and calls to voicemail. It had taken a short flight and a shy, quiet apology to right his wrongs. He had known that he would spend the rest of his life with you, he said, forgetting to blink even as you furiously swiped away tears, a month in when you were fifteen. Barely longer than this terrible time you had stopped even fighting with him, just giving up on him. Why would he try anything else when he had never deviated from this path?

But what if you're just not seeing that there might be something better out there for you, you had said, voice angry but face already forgiving. Worse, what if you do see that someday? You’ll get tired of settling.

He had shaken his head. There isn't something better. Please, continue to be patient with me. Your breath had burst out of you in a single sob, and then you were yanking him toward you, ordering him to kiss you so you'd stop crying in front of all the neighbors.

Considering his parents' marriage, one might have thought that he would have more qualms about the concept than he did. You didn't seem interested in pressuring him there, though, and when asked just reminded him that living together long enough would result in common-law marriage anyway, so he just had to tell you if he ever wanted to stop living together. After several years separated and more reunited, he hadn't yet found any desire to do so. He definitely had strong negative feelings about being away from you for extended periods.

He was very lucky that you had chosen a career path which would allow you to travel essentially anywhere with him, find lucrative work anywhere with him. The home gym had actually been your gift to him, from the bank account you didn't share. It was the most thoughtful and horrifyingly expensive gift he had ever received. He had retaliated by hiring your most favored interior designer to rework your apartment into something both sentimentally familiar and not decorated entirely on the whim of two mid-twenty-year-olds. While they worked, he took you on vacation.

"We have to go," Wakatoshi adjusts you in his hold, nodding to his teammate. You’re quiet for a bit, so he puts you down, steadying you by your waist until your head stops swimming.

“You know we have to talk about these things,” you say, looking steadily at him.

“Yes,” he rumbles, considering his words for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about it more often recently. I still don’t feel strongly about the idea of a wedding, but I want you to be my wife. If you want to be.”

Insecurity sparks in him. You enjoyed your friend’s weddings, but perhaps you didn’t want one of your own, or one to him. Perhaps he had crossed a boundary.

“I don’t know,” you tap your lips with a finger, and a weight lifts off his chest when you smile at him. “I’ll see when you ask me. But I want it to be sometime in the future, somewhere more scenic than your athletic facility, okay? With a ring and a sappy speech.”

He smiles, then, his teeth showing. An explosive and momentous display of emotion.

“I’ll be sure to say please.”

[stilljuststardust]

Hi Stardust

I apologise if you're going to be repeating yourself but I think I need some advice

I've manifested before, nothing "large" not my biggest goals but still, I have seen what persistence and detachment can get me - because I already know it's mine

However, I haven't been able to fully shift to my waiting room or any desired reality for that matter. And today I started to have a panic attack about all of the things I must accomplish in this reality such as completing university, attaining an internship, working full time. These things don't interest me, I feel like I'm slaving away each day because I HAVE to. I'm so blessed to have an education but I'm not studying what I'm passionate about, and when I graduate I'll be expected to work for a company that could not care less about me and merely become a cog in the corporate system. I don't want that.

But I'm expected to start figuring it all out now. And my past academic failures means that in this reality (unless I can figure out how to revise my mistakes) I won't even be eligible to achieve everything that's expected of me.

Again, so sorry for dumping all of this on you. But my question is how do I stop panicking, how do I stop catasrophising, how do I calm my mind and know truly that I can shift, tonight even, and finally leave all this stress behind. And go to a reality where I can pursue my passion?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

You are not Sisyphus, this is not forever.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Hi love, we've all been there you're not alone.

"there is no spoon, and it is not the spoon that bends, but yourself"

You are going to shift. You don't have a choice I've decided for you. You are going to shift.

This is not a cycle, you are not stuck like this. This has an end. You will shift.

You don't have to be in a perfect mental state to shift or manifest, it's ok. Your suffering isn't a moral failure, it isn't a failure at all. It's not even a little indicative of where you're at in your journey. You're still doing great, even if you don't feel that way. Don't beat yourself up for having natural emotions.

I know if you've been hanging around for awhile you've probably heard that you need to persist, and most likely what comes to mind is a feeling reminiscent of Sisyphus pushing his boulder up his hill, again and again.

It doesn't have to feel like dragging yourself along.

Persistence is not "I have to keep pushing this damn boulder "

Persistance IS "I know the boulder is already up the hill so I don't have to worry"

And believe me I know being just told "you have it" can feel SO grating because you're stressed and every part of you is telling you that you don't.

Cry it out, throw a fit, be human. It's ok, give yourself a moment to be frustrated with it all to your hearts content, you can return to the state after you've gotten your catharsis.

Take a deep breath, draw a bath or take a hot shower and just take an hour for yourself. No doom scrolling and no work. Self care IS productive. The more you burn out the less you're capable of.

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"Ok? But it's still not here so what do I DO"

Manifestation is not a process. Don't think of it as something you're chipping away at or waiting around for.

Your one job is to think of it as if it's already manifested. When you think of shifting I want you to think of it casually, as if it's something you do all the time and it's sooooo easy.

It's ok if it doesn't feel natural. Your subconscious doesn't care, it believes everything you tell it regardless.

This is Loa, no matter what once you've decided that you have your desire it is already yours. Don't give your power away, nothing is true until you say it is.

The 3D (the physical world) is a mirror of the 4D (your internal world) so the second you accept something as true in your internal interpretation of reality it must reflect into your 3D.

I need you to treat this not as a potential event but as a decision you're making. You've decided you had it and anything that tells you different (including the 3D, especially the 3D) is just a lying bitch trying to get into your head.

I'm not asking you to feel good or magically cure your anxiety, just to be stubborn and defend your desire like that one friend who won't admit her boyfriend is shit. "Wtf are you talking about I shift everytime" act like anything else is a LIE. You always fucking shift.

Your new to-do list:

Every time it comes up think of it as something that is guaranteed. Do not consider the what ifs they do not exist to you because you've decided you're shifting.

Correct yourself when you are thinking as if you shifting isn't a certainty. I prefer to do this as if it's and intrusive thoughts or a brain fart "What was that about? I literally shift everytime."

Decide its already manifested and consistently live with that mindset, let it give you security. You can use this to self regulate because it's DONE.

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As I do in many of my posts I'm adding a fuck ton of links for you because Tumblr gave me a link feature and I will abuse it.

Tools for Emotional regulation

An old tarot reading I did way back when, I might reformat it as a new post soon, I rediscovered it getting all the other links but I think you should read it.

It's ok to feel like shit, it won't stop you from manifesting or shifting

Breaking negative thought patterns

It's done (affirmation tape)

Desires by morning subliminal

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"what are you doing here?"

nam joon shivers as he shuts the car door. he waves at you innocently, ignoring your morning attitude. you stand still, utterly confused as to why he's outside your apartment at 7:30am.

"let's go to work together."

you raise a brow at him.

"why?"

he smiles at you, tilting his head ever so slightly. you hate how confident he looks right now. you hate how much it makes your stomach twist and turn.

"why not?" is his genius answer.

you shake your head at him, refusing his offer. "i can drive."

"i know," he shrugs, eyes fixed on you. "i'm saying let's go to work together."

again, you refuse.

"get in the car, ___."

for a moment, you can't believe his words. it's the way he said it! he said it like a demand... and that's strange. nam joon has never demanded anything from you. he has always been such a push over and for some reason; you can't help but feel enlightened. this side of him is sexy.

so, you comply.

walking towards him, he offers you a lazy smirk before opening the car door for you. you look at him, catch his eyes, and see his gaze soften. he places his hand above your head as you duck down and plop onto the seat. hastily, he shuts the door and runs to the other side. settling in, he leans over and tugs your seatbelt over your body. he buckles you in, then himself.

it happens so quick. the way his face came so close to being pressed against your boobs made you feel the need to hold your breath. then, as you exhaled and inhaled, his scent made him even more irresistible to you.

yet, it ends too soon. nam joon sits still in his spot and takes out his phone. you stare at him, unsure of what to say or do.

before you can open your mouth to break the silence, the sound of the car engine turning on beats you to it.

"i stayed up last night and revised your contract. i made more than generous adjustments and honestly should have done it earlier. i apologize on my end. i'm even expanding your space. your stuff will be moved into my office by 12pm today—"

"where will you go?"

"it's my office," he chuckles. "i'm staying. you're just moving in."

"w-what?" your eyes widen. "that's unnecessary. my office is across the hall—"

"my office is three times yours. you'll have more than enough space—"

"we don't need to share offices, joon! and frankly, i don't understand why you're doing all of this!" you say this as patiently as possible. he looks at you, eyes big and innocent as always.

"i'm not following..."

"joon," you huff. "i quit."

"i said no."

"that's not how it works—"

"yes, it does," his body stiffens. "i don't know what else you could want. i told you, didn't i? just tell me what it takes to get you to stay and i'll give it. you never responded... so i'm making my move. i'm guessing until i get it right."

"i don't want more money," you sigh. "crazy to say so, but i don't want to be paid to be miserable."

his eyes dim.

"you're miserable?"

you can't believe that slipped out of your mouth. it's not even what you meant... you weren't miserable... work is okay. work is work. the real issue is that you've been in love with nam joon for far too long.

you can't do it anymore.

you can't pick up calls from women like jiun who take advantage of nam joon's friendly personality. you can't take any more calls from his mother, asking you if he's dating anyone yet and why it isn't you. you can't take any more late nights with him guiding you through the company doors with his hand on your waist because he knows your nighttime vision isn't the best.

you just can't.

at the same time, it's not that serious. you've longed for him but you've never cried over him. you've just always been disappointed in how oblivious he is when it comes to himself. his charm, his good looks, and his naive personality... gatekeeping him wasn't going to last forever. especially when the company's net worth has been increasing tremendously! at the same time... it's all thanks to his pretty new investors and their precious lunch dates.

"sometimes."

... is all you say and is all it takes to make nam joon's chest feel tight.

"i just... i'm so tired these days—"

"take days off."

"i haven't had a vacation in 2 years—"

"where do you want to go? i'll book the ticket and—"

"stop!" you grab his hands and look into his eyes. "nam joon, i appreciate everything you've done for me. from the very first day, you've been so kind and generous... there is only one you in this world but there's millions of me's. you'll be okay. you just need some time to adjust to this. i understand it's a big change—"

"you don't get it do you?"

"get what?"

"there's only you."

you have no words. he's said so little but so much. your heart races just like how it always does when he does shit like this. when he wins you over...

"what i need is for you to stay,” nam joon shifts, turning your hands over to hold them better. "am i that bad?"

you blink at him. "joon, this isn't about you."

he squints his eyes. "really? cos it feels like it is."

instantly, you feel guilty. yes, it's about him. of course, it's about him... but it's also more about you. you need to move on. move on from him and move on from this part of your life.

"joon, i want to be more than a secretary." you admit in a hushed tone. "i wasn't supposed to stay this long. i had plans to travel the world and find myself. i have a degree in fine arts... did you even know that?"

he stares at you blankly.

"see?" you groan. "god, i've only sold like one painting my entire life, i know it sounds s-stupid but... i... i don't know... i just know i want to be known as something else. something better. something new. i can't do it if i stay here—"

"with me?"

"... with you."

he nods, letting your hands go and looking out his window. the silence between you two grows heavy and you can't think straight anymore. the discussion wasn't supposed to happen like this. you had always pictured your goodbye with him to be different. civil, almost.. bittersweet, exactly.

"september 12th, 2023. it was my birthday and i took an extra long lunch break... i went to your office and remembered you had the day off. i remember thinking how odd it was that my phone was blowing up with my friends and family asking to see me... and i was standing in your office, upset that you would request a day off on my birthday. i grabbed my coat and went to the art gallery on 11th street. i didn't mean to, but i saw you there. you were showcasing your work... i wanted to say something. i wanted to tell you how talented you were... but it was your world and it was the first day we spent a part in almost a year... i didn't want to take that moment away from you. but, i'm selfish and had to get something out of it."

shivers travel down your spine. this is unreal. you can't process all of this all right now. was he serious? "oh my god... joon..."

"i've kept my mouth shut about it for the past 3 years... and i'm not telling you this because i want to convince you to stay... i just want you to know that i believe in you the most." joon smiles, unsure if this conversion meant anything to you. "i think it's great that you want to do more... but i need you to know that it feels impossible to even envision a day without you."

you sit there, touched by his words.

"it's okay to not know what you want. you don't have to stay... but you also don't have to go. so, i'll stand by that. i'll do anything and everything to keep you by my side... and it's okay if you don't believe in my words—i have a painting for you to believe in too."

[scarthefangirl]

Luscious locks

Pravitr Prabhakar x G/N!reader

Description: Pravitr is the new spiderman, and he wears a suit to hide his identity. But the suit isn't enough to throw you off and you see right through it.

Warnings: Not revised, getting dragged into an alley by a guy (not much description),

Story type: Drabble

A/N: Literally just whipped this up to hold everyone over while I work on part 2 of admit it

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"Pavitr, is that you?" You asked the masked vigilante, your head titled to the side. You knew there was a new hero around Mumbattan but you'd never really seen any pictures if him, let alone up close and in person.

"I don't know any Pavitr." Spiderman tried to deepen his tone so you won't be suspicious, but failed.

"Pavitr, I know its you." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms across your chest. His shoulders slumped in defeat and he takes his mask off.

~ earlier that night ~

"Help! Help me! Someone help me!!" You screamed as a thug dragged you into an alley. You tried to fight the man off, but to no avail. You struggled in the mans arms but he was far stronger than you. "Help! Help-" Your screams were muffled by his hand clamping over your mouth.

"Stop fighting me." He growled and forced you to turn your body facing him, and you try to bite his hand. You kick and struggle but he holds you tightly. He slaps you, hard. "Shut up." You wince but continue screaming into his hand and fighting against him.

Before he could do anything worse to you, a web pulled him away from you. You stumbled back and watched as spiderman quickly defeated the creep who'd dragged you to the alley. You were just walking home from work when that perp grabbed you. But now you stood in shock as spiderman beat up the man. You noticed the details of spiderman, his beautiful long brown hair and body structure- you knew them. You'd know them anywhere.

Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts as spiderman rushed to you, putting his arms around your waist (sending butterflies fluttering around in your stomach) and told you to jump, and when you did he wrapped you around his torso. You knew him! He was Pavitr, your long time friend and crush. And he was spiderman, who had just saved you and now was swinging you to your apartment building. It wasn't hard to ignore the sickening feeling of being swung through the sky as you leaned onto him, his arms holding you firmly.

He arrived at the roof of your building, setting you down and putting his hands on your upper arms. You could practically feel the concern radiating from him as his big white eyes stared at you widely. He watched every detail of your shocked face, studying you. He noticed the way you were staring at him, studying him as well. He felt like you could see right through his mask and he tentatively stepped away from you.

~

"What the heck?!" You slapped your hand over your mouth in surprise as Pavitr removed his mask in shame. His stomach was twisted in knots, unsure of how you were going to react. He stumbled back in surprise when you rushed him into a hug. "You're a hero!" You whispered in awe.

"I guess I am," He smiled gently, hugging you back. You stepped away and looked him up and down in pride. Despite the night sky, his face still glowed and you could clearly make out his colorful suit. He watched you back, wishing he could kiss your stupid grin right off your face. He didn't have to though because it quickly turned to a scowl.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You scolded and he rubbed the back if his neck sheepishly.

"Its not safe for you to know." He frowns and you shrug,

"I don't care!" You smiled again, teasingly this time. You can still see the concern in his eyes so you add, "I promise I won't let anyone know I know. And I'll take self defense classes in case some jerk tries to hurt me or whatever!"

"How did you know it was me?" He asked after a moment, causing you to scoff.

"I'm offended you thought I wouldn't!" You hold your hand in mock offense and then answer more seriously, "I would know you any where Pav, no matter what silly get up you're in."

"It's not silly! And I seriously don't know how you knew."

"You have very recognizable, pretty hair. And I know the way you're built," You replied nonchalantly, then realized it was a little strange and felt your cheeks heat up.

"I didn't realize you paid so much attention." He smirked and you groaned, shaking your head. He did know you paid so much attention, and he paid attention too.

"Whatever."

"What was it you said about my very recognizable hair? It was.. Pretty?" His smirk widened and he stepped closer to you, sending tightness through your chest and stomach.

"It's very.... Luscious, what can I say?" You grin and he took his turn to blush. He laughed which made you feel embarrassed, "What? It is pretty, you say so yourself all the time!" There is a long silence of Pavitr smiling at you before he takes another step closer.

"You're pretty." He said softly and your eyes widened as you stood stiffly.

"Oh, um... Thank you." You said awkwardly. "You too." You cringe at your own words, mentally smacking your forehead.

"I'm sorry for any trouble knowing I'm spiderman is going to cause you." He mumbles sadly. You notice the proximity between you two, only a few inches of distance. It was dark out but you could see him clear as day, his hair blown slightly from the cool breeze. It really was pretty.

"I don't care if it gets me into trouble. I don't care if it gets me killed. I'd do anything for you." You admitted, gazing into his eyes. He practically melted at your words.

"I'll protect you." He smiled slightly, holding the eye contact.

"You're gorgeous," You said quietly, as if in a trance as you stared at him. It was like you weren't even hearing yourself.

"You're beautiful," He replied, in the same trance as he stared at you in awe. You both could hear each other but it was like it was said by someone outside of the two of you and you guys were just gazing at each other, all starry eyed.

"You're perfect," You continued.

"I really like you." He broke the trance and you both expressed surprise. You didn't even blink, frozen. "Sorry, I, sorry.." He rambled, face as red as yours.

"I- uhhh, Ilikeyoutoo." You blurted then clenched your eyes shut for a moment in embarrassment. Why were you so darn awkward?! But it didn't matter to Pavitr, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Was this real? He pulled away and then hugged you tightly.

"You're adorable." He smiled into the hug and you reciprocated his touch.

"You're not so bad yourself spidey." You smiled as well, feeling yourself getting a little more comfortable. "You could never cover your identity from me Pav."

"I would never want to." He sighed dreamily, happy to finally know you felt the same as him and he didn't have to hide things from you.

~

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Do you have any opinions on Batman vs Moon Knight? Not who would win in a fight because that's lame and boring, but how they compare as characters.

I'mma hit you up in a different way you weren't expecting. Because this has been sitting on my DC hidden knowledge shelf for YEARS.

(I'll get back to your original question in a bit, promise).

Let me tell you about DC's answer to Moon Knight: Ragman!

He really isn't a direct parody… as far as I'm aware….But it's REALLY suspicious.

He was created in 1976 by Robert Kanigher and artist Joe Kubert.

(Moon Knight first appeared in 1975 in Werewolf by Night #32.)

And Marvel and DC did these sort of 'coincidences' quite often. They'd create one character with specific traits and then the other publisher would suddenly ALSO have a new character with the same traits. They were always juuuuust different enough to not raise TOO many eyebrows.

Now, Ragman was originally an Irish character that got revised to being a Jewish character and was later connected to the Golem of Prague figure from folklore in 1991.

Ragman's suite is quite… colorful… and is actually made up of MANY different souls, which leads him to often get involved in supernatural and mystical sorts of threats. The suit will collect new souls and often pits Ragman against his suit to prevent it from just….sucking in new ones.

Now, back in the original time line, Ragman was a Vietnam vet and his suit origins changed a few times. Either way, when his suit gets a new soul, he grains their experience and abilities. Things changed again in 2017.

He's an interesting character and an interesting ability with his suit and such. Plus, he was another Jewish character in a time when this wasn't very common!

Now, unlike Moon Knight, Ragman was never a super popular character. He has persisted and they even put him in the Green Arrow show once. I think it's a case of them not settling on a solid background and then not knowing what to do with him. A similar thing could have happened to Moon Knight…. and almost did… when Marvel just couldn't decide what to do with him.

Then there was a huge thing back in the day about people complaining that Moon Knight was just a Batman rip off.

There probably still are people out there and memes where Batman and Moon Knight are compared. But honestly, it's just the friggen cape. I mean, SO MANY characters back in the day all looked the same! Menacing shadow in the dark that punches bad guys.

Now, Ragman does still pop up in things now and then. He shows up in big events and things… But I'd be surprised if a lot of people are aware of him.

Some people have also equated Ragman to having a sort of DID as well. The rational is that his suit speaks to him and he can connect to the souls trapped inside. It's not DID. But people looking to make him the DC Moon Knight push it.

He dropped off my radar over the years and I don't know what his current heritage or backstory is since the New 52 DC reboot. If anyone knows, please feel free to chip in.

I do appreciate that DC still throws him into things now and then and have refused to let him fall into obscurity, but maybe if they gave him more of a solid story and a good writer, he could really be something more.

So back to your original question. I've always loved Batman. He was my original comics love from when I was a wee kid.

A LOT of people still complain that Moon Knight is too much like Batman. And I think these people need to actually read the friggin comics for both Moon Knight AND Batman because it's so stupid to think one is like the other.

Sure, both have trauma, but man did they go about it in different ways.

I think they would respect one another if they ever did meet, though Marc is notorious for not exactly getting along well with superheros when he first meets them... (Every single time they get into a fight. Oddly enough the one time he didn't get into a fight was when he met the Punisher and they were instantly BFF.)

The thing is, Batman is a VERY interesting characters....when he has the right writer. And the same goes for Moon Knight. But Moon Knight always holds his personal issues at the front of his story. Batman holds his mask at the front of his story. You always see what Batman wants you to see, where Moon Knight has no ability what so ever to keep the mask in place. (Ironic because now he won't take the mask off and his problems have never been more front and center).

For me, the best Batman stories are when the mask slips and you see the parts of Batman that he doesn't want you to see. When the story hits you the hardest, it's a story that you remember and stays with you.

When it comes to Moon Knight, because you always see under the mask and see the issues they are dealing with, it tends to be the characters around Moon Knight that stick with you.

It is hard to compare them as characters, because they are so different, but perhaps it is the differences that defines them.

When Marc has a break down, it's public and open and honest. He builds himself up and breaks down so often. He's in a constant struggle with self identity, regret, trauma, and the past.

You don't get to see Bruce break down. But you are deeply aware of his trauma. Occasionally you get the struggle with identity, but it's more about his failure to let go of the past that rules his life.

Marc's pain is so public, and Bruce's pain isn't. But everyone KNOWS Bruce's pain. The intense loss of his parents, his childhood, and eventually his everything as he gave up his life for the cowl. They wear their capes for different reasons, but both are compelled to do it. They find their meaning in what they do.

I'm sure someone smarter than me could write a thesis on these two.

[lotuzies]

Hi girl! I want to start off by saying that I do practice law of assumption and I have manifested things before!

Yesterday I got rejected by my dream school, and it’s kind of sent me spiraling. Since December I’ve had a steadfast assumption that I was going to get accepted, but this past week I’ve been wavering and I guess that’s why I got rejected. It’s brought down my mood so much and I’m starting to gaslight myself into no longer believing in the law 😭

Regardless, I’m do going to give up! On 12/28/25 I had a dream that I got accepted, so I know that I’m gonna be a student there! But the logical part of my mind is just wonder how. I know it’s not my job to figure out how it’ll happen. But I don’t know what next steps I should take. Should I appeal my rejection (even though that’s not allowed)? Should I just revise the whole incident? Or should I try and induce the void? Or permashift? This just all feels so out of my hands, and I’ve never felt this way before 😔 I really don’t know.

Any advice would be appreciated! Thank you so much

hello sweetheart! ok so, the most important thing is done — you know you're gonna be a student there. period. everything that essentially needed to be done is done.

wavering is totally normal specially when it comes to manifesting things that hold bigger significance to us. our brain was taught ever since a young age that to achieve bigger things we need to work our asses off for it. (wrong!)

the only logic you need to understand is that reality is completely shapeable. nothing is set in stone. you have to start living in a reality that is serving you!!! you are the creator. you are the one who decides. that part of your brain wondering "how?" — you are the answer. you are the one being served. "how?" by you being served. that's it.

because that's just how the law works. i have experienced that so many times! the circumstances were against me in every sense of the word, and yet, knowing everything works out in my favor, i got my desires. one success story that made me really understand that was from neville goddard himself! you can read it here (shout out to my lovely moot @heartavenue for the beautiful post) or look it up online.

in terms of what you should do, i'll always say this, the law has no rules, no step-by-step, so there's nothing you should do. the solution isn't hidden far away locked with seven keys. you are bound to get your desires, end of story.

now, a less vague answer that i suppose is what you're looking for, what i personally recommend you to do is — first, calm yourself down. sit with yourself, just you and your thoughts and have an inner dialogue (favorite manifestation technique ever) where you tell yourself you are meant to go to your dream school, that law simply cannot fail you, and your desires are yours. they are the reality. there's no other choice because that's just how it works. please do actually achieve this mindset.

now that you have a clear head and understand that this is not out of your hands, because nothing is, i'd say distract yourself, because by now you should know you have your desires, and since you do, why should you worry? this applies to any route you decide to take — permashift, revising, or simply manifesting you get in. whatever it is you choose, your dream school is your school. it's meant to be despite circumstances because the logic part is simply you are being served.

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The Babysitter (20)

Is Someone Jealous?

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Is Someone Jealous?

"Fuck college."

Natasha's head snapped up at your annoyed tone, a chuckle leaving her lips at the way you flopped into the chair opposite her, closing your eyes and groaning at the way your back hit the chair.

"Hello to you too," she teases, putting down her pen and watching you intently, your eyes fluttering open to see her amused green. "What's got you so moody?"

"College," you grumble, Natasha rolling her eyes at your obvious answer, her foot kicking yours under the table to make you look back at her and answer her properly. "It's just stressing me out. We have our mocks in a few weeks and all the teachers want to do is set us work that isn't going to be on any of the tests," you sigh out, leaning your back against the plastic chair, grimacing at how uncomfortable they were.

Natasha offers you a sympathetic look, closing up her workbook and turning all of her attention to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck College," she repeats, making you laugh as she stretches, her back cracking satisfyingly after being hunched over a text book for the last hour or so, waiting for you to finish your class.

You both sat in a comfortable silence after that, your mind planning everything you needed to do to make sure you had enough time to do all your work and revision with breaks so you didn't burn out. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted by your phone going off, the annoyed frown disappearing once having read the name at the top of the screen, a knowing and teasing smile tugging at the corner of the redhead's lips.

"I wonder who that could be," she chuckles out before taking a sip of her coffee, peering over the rim of the cup to watch you roll your eyes at her words, lifting the phone to your ear.

"Hey Detka," Wanda says in a rather quick tone, stress evident in her tone even through the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" you ask, noticing her displeased mood and irritated sigh leaving her lips.

"I'm currently back in the office and will be for a while," she explains, "Some idiot messed up one of the biggest deals of the year so I'm having to fix their fuck up."  You can tell she's extremely pissed by the way she curses under her breath at the person, the sound of people frantically working in the background briefly audible. "I don't think I'm going to be able to pick the twins up today, is there any chance you could? If not, I can call Pepper or Hope asking them if they could watch them."

"I can pick them up don't worry," you can hear the sigh of relief from her, smiling a little as you could imagine her biting her lip anxiously as she awaited your response. "I need to be there by three right?"

"Yeah, you'll see Pepper most likely there so just follow her to where you meet the boys, I'll message her and let her know to look out for you," you check the time and note you have plenty of time to get there, mostly likely going to persuade the woman opposite you to give you a lift. "I have to go now Detka so I will see you later," the sound of shuffling can be heard over the phone, the sound of someone directing her towards a meeting room indicating where she was going, "Thank you for doing this Dorogaya."

"No problem," you say genuinely, not minding in the slightest that you would have to get the twins, "Don't overwork yourself please and take care."

"I can't make any promises," she chuckles out, finding the way you care for her endearing, helping relax her nerves a little, "Bye Detka."

"Bye," you say just before she hangs up, Natasha grinning at you, teasing comments at the tip of her tongue. "Don't even start," you warn with a faux serious tone, the smile unable to be wiped off your face.

"Don't what?" she innocently says, "Tease you about being so in love? I would never," sarcasm drips from her tone, a laugh escaping you at that. "What was that about?"

"Wanda is stuck at work so I'm in charge of picking the twins up," you explain, "I need to be there by three..." she can guess where you're heading by the tone of voice, shaking her head playfully at you.

"Let me guess, someone would like a lift," she raises her brow knowingly at you, your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly.

"I mean if you're offering," your tone is cheeky, making her laugh once more, finishing the rest of her coffee and placing it down.

"You're unbelievable," she grumbles, packing up her things while you mentally cheer at not having to get on the bus, knowing how busy they would be after class.

"You still love me though," you joke as she grabs her bag, walking with you out of the café towards where her car is.

"Yeah, yeah," she agrees begrudgingly in a humorous tone, "Just get in the car."

***

"Thank you my chauffeur," you taunt as Natasha pulls up on the side of the road near the school, her brow raising at the teasing nickname.

"I'll start charging you for lifts if you push it," she warns, clearly joking as you unbuckle your seatbelt, pretending as if you didn't hear that comment, her laughing at your little smirk.

"Bye Nat," you say sweetly, grabbing your bag from the bag and shutting the door, waving to her as she drives off. You chuckle when she shows you the middle finger while moving away, a parent giving you a stern look as you accidentally make eye contact, looking away quickly in search of Pepper. You walk further down towards the gate and see a familiar bun of ginger hair strolling towards her.

When you get closer, you see her talking to Hope, the older woman noticing you and motioning for you to come closer to them, a shy smile taking over your face.

"Hi," you greet a little timidly, feeling strange talking to these women without Wanda or any children.

"Hello Y/n," Pepper greets, Hope doing the same. "The boys will be out in a few minutes," you nod to her words, pulling your bag tighter on your shoulders, occasionally glancing over to the other women, unsure if you should start a conversation. Pepper, however, decides for you, "How was college today? Was Tony being his usual charming self?" She asks and you shyly smile at her, not sure whether you should tell her your current opinion on her husband for setting more work.

"I'm not sure you should ask me about your husband at the moment," you chuckle out, your hand going to the back of your neck in a nervous manner. "College was... stressful but it's nothing I can't do." She gives you a warm smile, understanding how hard A-Levels were.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," she encourages, "and if Tony annoys you, just tell me, I'll set him straight," she adds with a laugh, you chuckling along as well.

"Well in that case," you dramatically move your hand up, as if counting on your fingers the amount of times he's annoyed you, the older woman letting out a breathless laugh before moving to follow the other parents into the playground, the kids being released now.

You follow her and the other parents, an impressed smile on your face at how interesting and fun the playground looked. Why did schools improve their facilities once you left? Where was your cool playground?

The sound of excitable twins snapped you out of your reminiscent thoughts of primary school, a wide smile stretching across your face as they ran up to you. Their small bodies collided with yours, a few parents watching with endearing smiles, a teacher also noticing the interaction and watching closely.

"Hey Mini Maximoffs," you greet, ruffling Tommy's hair and squeezing Billy's shoulder as you knew he didn't like his hair being played with. "How was school?"

"Boring."

"Interesting."

You laughed at the contrasting answers, them quickly starting with their favourite activity of asking as many questions as possible.

"How come you're here?" Billy asks in a confused tone, not that he minded you picking them based on the fact his body practically buzzed with excitement upon seeing you. Tommy then turned his head to you, also intrigued in knowing the answer.

"Well, your mom got caught up with work so it's going to be us for the majority of tonight," you say, them sad their mom wasn't going to be home for a while before Tommy spoke again.

"Does this mean we can have pizza for dinner?" There was a cheeky grin on his face, a small chuckle leaving you at how quickly he proposed the idea of junk food.

"That all depends on whether you two do all your school work," you say, ruffling his hair once more to tease him, a giggle escaping him when you go to tickle him. Billy giggles as well at seeing his brother being 'tortured' as he phrased it, you relenting on your tickle attack when a blonde woman approached you.

"Miss Danvers," Tommy excitedly greeted, wriggling out of your hold and looking back at you, "This is Y/n." A look of realisation washes over her face, a soft, gentle smile taking over her at the boy's energetic state. Her light brown eyes meet yours before briefly looking up and down your body, a confused smile on your face at what was going on.

"Oh so you're the infamous Y/n," she says in a teasing tone, a blush forming on your cheeks at her knowing who you were. "The twins won't stop going on about how much they love you," she continues, a nervous laugh escaping you at the idea of them talking about you to someone else.

"I hope you've heard good things," you say with a shy tone, her hands resting on the boys shoulders as she steps closer.

"I've heard many things, most of them good," she says with a grin, looking at the twins who just laugh along.

"Most?" your gaze goes to the boys who look away sheepishly, you rolling your eyes hoping the bad things were just embarrassing stories.

"Nothing bad I assure you," her tone genuine before she looks around, searching for Wanda. "Is Wanda not here?" she asks you, the boys going off to say goodbye to their friends briefly.

"No, she's currently held up at work so she asked if I could pick them up," you explain, understanding that she was checking the twins were going to be safe. After all, you were a stranger to this woman.

"Normally, she would have to inform the school that someone else was picking them up, especially someone who's not on the system," you nod along, hoping that she'd let you take them as you didn't want to have to call Wanda and interrupt her while she was stressed. "But, as I can clearly see they know you, I will let you take them home this once. Next time you need to be down on the system," you let out a sigh of relief, the boys coming back so Miss Danvers could double check they know you and are comfortable with you.

"Thank you," your tone grateful as you start to walk off with the twins, her calling your name making you stop.

"Before you go, I need your phone number for the system," she says, pulling out her phone which you furrow your brows at.

"Um yeah sure it's," you tell her your number, watching as she types it into her phone. You assume she was just typing it into her notes, not too sure whether she would be allowed to just take your number like that.

"And your last name?" You tell her your full name, her smiling at you as you wait with the twins. "A pretty name for a pretty girl, isn't that right boys?" she says, making your face redden, the boys laughing at the pink tainting your cheek and agreeing with their teacher. "I'll let you three get off now," the boys wave at her before starting to walk ahead, you waiting a moment as Miss Danvers motions to speak with you "I hope to see you more often Y/n."

You offer a small smile, still a little confused at the way she's looking at you and nod your head. "You too Miss Danvers," you say to be polite, her lips pulling up into a smile at your formalities.

"Carol is fine," you just offer another shy smile before saying goodbye to her, walking a little faster to catch up to the twins who tease you, saying how Miss Danvers likes you, making you threaten them with salad for dinner which quickly shuts them up on the walk home.

***

Taking the empty plates into the kitchen that definitely did not have pizza on them, you placed them into the sink and checked your phone to see Wanda still hadn't replied to your message. You understood she was busy so you paid little attention to the lack of contact, deciding to busy yourself with cleaning up while the twins did whatever they wished in the living room. Well, it seemed Tommy was doing whatever as Billy timidly walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your face before it turned into a frown at his unhappy state.

"Hey what's wrong?" you asked as you moved to sit next to him at the kitchen island, your hand soothingly rubbing up and down his back as he seemed to be anxious.

"Nothing," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact to further emphasise that something was definitely wrong.

"You are a terrible liar Mr Maximoff," you say in a light-hearted tone to try and cheer him up, letting your shoulder playfully nudge him as you let him build confidence on what he wants to say.

"It's just about what Mom said when we got back from Grandma's," his tone quiet as you understand what he was referring to. Sticking to your promise to Wanda, you stayed with her as she told the twins that her and Vision were no longer together, explaining to them that it was the best for everyone as sometimes people just fall out of love. "Will... Will Mom fall out of love with us too? Like she did with Dad?"

Your heart breaks at his disheartened tone, his eyes peering up into yours for an answer. You offer him a soft gentle smile, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him in for a hug.

"No," you say without hesitation, making it clear to him she won't, "Your mom will always love you, no matter what." Billy listens attentively as you continue, "Your mom loves you two more than anything in the world, you know that right?" He nods his head quickly, knowing how much she adored them both. "There's a special place in her heart where you two belong, where nothing can taint her love for you both, I promise you."

"I never want her to fall out of love with us," he whispers and you pull him closer, squeezing his body gently in your arms while you prop your head on his.

"She won't because you and your brother are the most important things in the world to her, she would do anything to keep you both happy," you say truthfully, knowing the amount of love she harbours for her children.

"I want to make her happy too," he mutters, making you smile at how much he was like his mother.

"You make her happy," you stick your finger into his chest to emphasise your point. "As long as you behave and eat all your vegetables," you tease at the end, making him laugh, him wriggling out of your grip to sit next to you again, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"All of my vegetables?" he asks, making you chuckle at his disgusted tone of voice at having to eat all of his greens.

"Mhmm all of them," you hum out, him groaning a little before letting the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

"Thank you," he softly says while moving to get up and join his brother in the other room, who was busy watching whatever cartoons kids nowadays watch.

"You're welcome and remember you can come to me whenever you need, I'm here for you too," his smile stretches at that before he goes and runs off to join Tommy.

Once you're left alone in the kitchen, you get back to washing the dishes, letting your thoughts wander to random places while you scrub the plates and glasses, only snapping out of them when the sound of the front door opening can be heard. The sound of the twin's excitable noises indicates it's Wanda, a small smile subconsciously sneaking onto your face at the thought of the older woman.

You quickly dry your hands and the final plate, placing it back in the cupboard before making your way through the house to the living room where the other three were. You pause in your tracks, leaning against the door frame as you visibly see the tension and stress of work leaving Wanda's body as she listens to the twin's ramble. A smile is engraved on her face as she lets her hands wrap around both of their shoulders pulling them closer as she lets them do all the talking, occasionally acting shocked and surprised to keep them entertained.

"Y/n also picked us up today which was so cool," Tommy says when he notices you, Wanda's green eyes flickering over to you with an enamoured glint in them. Her features soften when her gaze meets yours, your smile growing a little as you walk over to them and sit in the armchair next to the sofa they were on.

"Oh did she?" Wanda says in a surprised and amused tone, the boys nodding energetically.

"Yeah and she got all nervous with Miss Danvers, it was so funny," Tommy added, making you pull a face, Wanda's brow raising as she turns to look at you.

"And she went all red when Miss Danvers called her pretty," Billy said, the two of them digging your grave as you could see Wanda's jaw clenching.

"I think Miss Danvers likes Y/n," Tommy expresses his thoughts out loud making you wish a hole would come and swallow you up, Wanda's eyes darkening as she looks at you.

"They would be cute together," Billy then adds and holy fuck kids don't have filters.

"It doesn't matter because I do not like Carol," you say, grimacing as you know you've just fucked up.

"Carol?"  Wanda then speaks up, you nervously swallowing from across the sofa.

"Miss Danvers," you quickly correct but that doesn't stop Wanda from looking at you with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

"Y/n even gave Miss her number-"

"For the system," you interrupt Tommy, praying whatever trick the universe was currently playing on you to be over. "I had to give the school my number so they could confirm I'm allowed to pick the boys up," you explain and Wanda merely hums in response.

The twins carry on their rambling, Wanda only stopping them once it was time for bed, ushering them to go and brush their teeth. You follow them up, watching as Wanda tucks them into bed, both of you wishing them goodnight before leaving, Wanda walking past you towards her room. You let her take the lead, walking behind as she sits on the bed, brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

You climb onto the bed behind her, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek, earning no reaction from her.

"I missed you," you murmur softly into her ear before pressing another soft kiss to her cheek, then letting your head rest on her shoulder as she still doesn't respond. You frown at her lack of responsiveness, thinking as to why when your phone goes off, a notification from Natasha.

"Was that Carol?" she mutters in annoyance and it clicks. She's jealous.

"Is someone jealous?" you tease instead of answering her, Wanda moving around in your arms so she's facing you. Her lips ghost yours, heat coursing through your body at the sultry look in her eyes.

"Do I have a reason to be?" she rasps out, her eyes searching yours as you lean forwards, your lips brushing hers briefly.

"No," you whisper, "Never." Her body relaxes at that but you continue your teasing, "But just because you don't have a reason to be, doesn't mean your not jealous," your fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking at the older woman who just lets you continue teasing her, you being unaware of where her thoughts were heading.

"I'm not jealous," she murmurs back, manoeuvring around so that she could pull you into her lap, your arms loosely wrapping around the back of her neck, fingers playing with the baby hairs there. "To be jealous implies I want something someone else has, I have what I want," you raise your brow at that, letting your lips meet softly before pulling back, further digging your own grave.

"So you wouldn't mind if I replied to Carol," It was probably unfair to tease and torment Wanda after the day she had but, if you were being honest, you wouldn't have minded if she wanted to take her frustrations out on you. "Tell her I can't wait to see her again when I next pick the boys up-"

Wanda's lips roughly met yours, one of her hands cupping your face while the other threaded through your hair, tugging on it to guide your head where she wanted it. Her tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth, causing you to moan lewdly at the feeling of it against yours, dominating the kiss while she moved the two of you, guiding you onto your back. The hand that was cupping your cheek travelled lower, trailing down your jaw and along your neck before resting at the base of it, applying a minimal amount of pressure as she gauged your reactions.

Your eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen, your lips kiss swollen as you panted beneath her, watching her with submission swirling in your eyes. She smirked at your reaction, applying a little more pressure making you groan, her head tilting as she admired the sight of you under her.

"If you want to act like a brat Detka, I'll treat you like a brat," she husks out, accent slipping into her words as she gazes into your eyes lustfully. Your breath hitches at her words, arousal pooling between your legs as fuck, you don't think you've ever been as turned on as you are now. "Not so talkative now, are you Detka?" she sinisterly chuckles out in a low tone, revelling in the power she holds over you. Your mouth opens and closes, her daring you to continue teasing her, deciding on the safer option of staying quiet.

She leans forwards and claims your lips again, moving her knee to slot in between your legs making you moan into the kiss, your hands going to her hair when she grabs your wrists and places them firmly above your head. One of her hands remains pinning your hands while the other supports her body as she hovers over you, smiling down at you and meeting your lips softly this time, letting you adjust to the shift in dynamics. It was clear Wanda was always going to be the dominant one but for her to actually be so dominant with you, she wanted to make sure you were alright.

"Have you ever heard of the colour system for safe words, Detka?" she murmurs, the feeling of her lips against your skin burning, needing to feel her closer.

"Yes," you sigh out in a ragged breath, both nervous and excited about where this was going as she pulled back from peppering your neck in kisses. Her free hand tilts your head up by placing a finger under your chin, your heart beating wildly in your chest as she bites down on her lower lip, the sight not helping with your arousal.

"Tell me what they are," she hums out, letting her thumb brush over your cheek as she awaits an answer.

"Green means I'm ok," your voice wavers as you speak, wild thoughts racing through your mind as you try and anticipate what Wanda has planned for you both, "Yellow means I want you to slow down or I want a break, and red means I want to stop completely."

"Good girl," she praises, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze, "Would you be comfortable if we used these Detka?" You nod and she raises her eyebrow at you, "Use your words Dorogaya."

"Yes," you desperately sigh out, needing her to just touch you already. To have her body pressing into you, lips ghosting yours, was just cruel if she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"Colour?" She asks while her fingers play with the hem of your shirt, sliding under and scratching your skin gently before pulling out.

"Green, so green," she swiftly rids you of your shirt, pulling the item over your head and instructing you to keep your hands where they were before lowering her mouth to the top of your breasts.

"My beautiful girl," she mutters against you, littering your body in sensual kisses while her hands roam the exposed, soft skin. Her lips are teasing as they kiss your sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra, a small whimper escaping you at the sight of her green peering up at you. "You're mine, aren't you?" she rasps out while letting her fingers unfasten your jeans, sliding the material down your legs with ease. You gasp at the feeling of her hands gliding up and down your inner thighs, awakening goosebumps in their tracks.

"Yes, all yours," you moan out when her hands brush your core through your soaking panties, Wanda eager to torment you.

"All mine," she murmurs, removing her hands from near your core, making you whine, silencing you with her lips as she unclasps your bra, removing the item and discarding it somewhere in the room.

Her lips travel down your neck and you think you're going mad at the way she keeps teasing you, her lips heavenly against your skin.

"Please," you whimper, Wanda looking up from where her mouth ghosts your breast, one of her hands cupping your other breast while her free hand moves to trace patterns along your inner thighs.

"Please what?" she asks in a condescending tone, her words sending a shiver down your spine while you blush at how much you enjoy her talking to you in that tone. "You have to be specific Detka, tell me what you want."

"I need you to touch me," your tone laced with submission and desperation, the older woman chuckling to herself at how needy you were already. She hadn't even started yet.

"I am touching you," she teases, pressing a soft kiss to your chest while letting her fingers pinch and pull your other nipple, a low moan escaping you.

"Please, I need more," your eyes meet hers, pleading with her to give you what you want.

"More?" she hums out, "So greedy." She takes your breast into her mouth, her tongue expertly swirling around your sensitive nipple while her hand lavishes your other breast in the same amount of attention.

You groan at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth on you, hands clasping at the sheets as you try to keep them where she told you, desperately wanting to thread them through her silky hair.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she pulls away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting form your breast to her mouth, her thumb brushing it away before she kisses at the valley between your breasts, moving down your body.

"Colour?" she murmurs against the skin of your inner thighs as she slides her fingers under the waistband of your panties, your hips bucking as you can feel her warm breath through the drenched fabric.

"Green," the words spill from your lips in a rush, Wanda smirking into your skin as she can feel your body twitching under her in anticipation.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs," she commands and you do so obediently, her body sliding comfortably between your legs as she slips the last item of clothing off your body, your arousal glistening in the light as you're dripping for her. "So wet," she whispers, almost in awe at how turned on you were, her green eyes flickering up to meet your desperate gaze, "Don't worry Dorogaya, I'll take care of you."

Her lips meet your inner thighs, her teeth gently biting on the skin to leave a mark, making you groan at the idea of being marked by her. She litters your inner thighs in marks while the pad of her index finger runs through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving to circle your clit.

"Wanda, please, I need you," she indulges in your wishes, moving her face so her tongue could lick a broad stripe along your folds, a guttural noise leaving the both of you. Your head is thrown back at the feeling of her warm and wet tongue licking your clit, her mouth gently sucking on it causing your hips to pathetically buck against her face, whimpers spilling from your lips. Wanda groans at the taste of you, her fingers teasing your entrance before she slides a long, slender digit inside you, a broken noise escaping you. "Fuck, Wanda," her name falls from your lips like a chant when she curls her finger, starting a leisurely pace of thrusting it knuckle deep inside you.

"You take my fingers so well," she purrs out when she adds another, your hands gripping onto the sheets with all your strength as you meet her eyes, the sultry look making you whine at the pleasure coursing through your body.

When her tongue swirls against your clit, her fingers relentlessly curling against your g-spot, walls clenching around her digits, Wanda knows you're about to come, a wicked smirk sneaking onto her lips as she peers up at you from her place between your legs.

"Are you close Detka?" she asks innocently, your head frantically nodding while your body squirms under her.

"So close," your voice breathless.

"If only you had been a good girl," she rasps out, placing a final kiss to your clit before moving up your body, fingers slipping out of you while her mouth meets yours to muffle the frustrated noise that was pulled from the back of your throat. "It's not fun to tease, is it Dekta?" she rasps out in a cruel tone, her eyes sparkling with amusement at your desperate form, hips bucking against her as you get over being denied.

"Please, I'm sorry, Please let me come," you beg, eyes pleading with her to touch you again.

"Brats don't get rewarded," she husks out, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you whimper into her mouth.

"I'll be good," the pure submission radiating off your body, the needy tone of voice is enough to have Wanda's idea of edging you for a while crumbling apart, a new, significantly more pleasurable one, entering her mind. "Please let me come."

"Promise me you'll be a good girl," she murmurs, her teeth gently biting down on your lower lip, dragging it back before releasing it.

"I promise," you lean forwards to meet her lips once more, the kiss soft and intimate while her hand drifts back down your body, fingers effortlessly sliding into you.

"We're not stopping until you can't take it anymore," she whispers, your breath hitching at the idea. "Remember to use your safe words if you want to stop," she reminds, her fingers picking up their pace. It doesn't take long for her fingers to be mercilessly pumping in and out of you, her mouth muffling all the sinful noises that spilt from your lips. The palm of her hand brushes your clit, adding to the pleasure, while her fingers curl expertly inside you.

"That's it Detka, you're taking me so well, such a good girl," she whispers at the shell of your ear, a pathetic whimper leaving you at the praise.

Moans tumbled out of your mouth, quickly swallowed by the older woman, her mouth unrelenting on yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside you, revelling in the way you clenched desperately around her.

"Come all over my fingers Detka, I know you want to," she purrs and it's almost mocking, her words quickly sending you over the edge as her mouth claims you, dampening the scream of her name that was ripped from the back of your throat. Your body shudders under hers, legs clamping over her hand as you grinded along it to ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm, Wanda sticking true to her words and continuing her brutal pace.

"Fuck," you groaned out when she moved her thumb to circle your clit. "Please can I touch you," Wanda smirked into the skin of your neck when you asked for permission, still obediently listening to her earlier command.

The older woman answers you by moving her free hand up to interlock with one of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as euphoria and arousal takes over your body. Your other hand moves to the back of her hair, tangling it in the silky locks as you groan into her mouth, her tongue sliding lewdly against yours.

"Harder, please," you whisper, your tone a little shy as your eyes flutter open to meet hers, silently begging her.

You can feel her smirking into the kiss when she increases the force between the thrusts of her fingers, a guttural noise leaving you at the action.

"Fuck, I'm going to come again," your head is thrown back, your neck exposed for her to kiss against as you tremble in her hold, pleasure crashing through your body.

Wanda can tell your feeling overstimulated by the small whimpers and whines leaving your lips as she eases her pace, slowly sliding her fingers in and out to help you ride out your orgasm, her kisses that were hungry and passionate turning softer and gentler.

"Colour?" she murmurs lovingly, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

It takes you a moment or so to answer, "Red," and she smiles at your honesty, claiming your lips once more while letting her fingers slide out.

"Good girl for being honest," she whispers, pulling away from your body and brushing some hair out of your face, watching how exhaustion creeped onto your face. "Let's get you cleaned up, then you can go to sleep, Moya Lyubov," her voice a gentle hum as you wrap your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close.

"Ok," you murmur softly, letting her guide you into the bathroom where you quickly cleaned yourself up, swiftly moving back into the bedroom and snaking your arms around her body as she joined you in bed. The feeling of the soft mattress under you, Wanda's warm body pressed against you after she had changed into light pyjamas further adding to your comfort. Her fingers lazily stroked your cheek, a soft smile engraved on her face as she watched your eyes flutter open, head resting on the pillow opposite her.

"Was that alright Dorogaya?" she whispers, your head leaning against her hand that was now cupping your cheek.

"Yeah," you sigh out truthfully, enjoying her display of dominance a lot. "I like it when you take control," your voice is a little quieter, almost timid at confessing it.

"Oh yeah?" her tone was a little teasing, "I like it too." You offer a small smile at her agreement, Wanda continuing, "I also like it when you're a good girl, not a brat," she watches your cheeks tint pink, smiling at your flustered state.

"I am good," you mumble, moving closer to her body somehow, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

"Mhmm you are," she wraps her arms around you while whispering her words, hands sliding up and down your back soothingly, "If not, maybe I'll spank your ass black and blue to get you to behave." It was a joke when Wanda initially said it but the way your cheeks darkened even more and the small hitch of your breath implied your thoughts on the matter, "You like that idea?"

"Maybe," you mumble shyly, moving your head to rest at the crook of her neck.

"We can talk about that another time," her fingers scratch softly at your scalp, lulling you to sleep while she speaks in a gentle, soothing voice. "Goodnight Detka," her lips press against your forehead, your body having already drifted off into a peaceful sleep in her warm embrace.

[somecluelessidiot]

Marauders fics!!

So I'm writing a fic at the moment and publishing it at the same time, but too much of one thing for a long period of time makes it less enjoyable for me to write, so I'm also working on a few others at the same time.

However, I do have exams coming up, so I'm using all the time I have before I have to start revising to knuckle down on writing some of these unpublished fics, and I was wondering what you guys would prefer me to focus more on.

Can you tell I love Wolfstar and Jegulus lmao?

Most of them also have background ships too, but those are the main ones involved in the stories.

I'll get A '70s Rhapsody updated as my main priority, obviously, but I just want to know what you guys think!

[nakopii]

ft. nanami kento

note- no title bc idk what 2 put, grammar may be wrong oh well :3

"can't sleep?" he asks as he strokes your hair gently, making sure he doesn’t entangle his fingers in it. you turn over to face him and stuff your face into his chest, getting a whiff of him and gaining a soft chuckle from him. "you won't be able to breathe if you're this close.." you respond with a groan before moving away to sit up, leaning your back on the headboard. he sat up as well, sitting next to you. "come on, tell me what's wrong?" he said grabbing the blanket and placing it over your lap, covering you and him both. "it’s nothing." you mumbled.

"nothing? really? i know something is bothering you, so tell me. please?" he lifts his hand and gently caresses your cheek. you sigh before answering, "you’ve been busy these past few days. and i dont blame you!" you quickly added. "..i just miss you." you muttered as you lean your head on his shoulder, "hmm." he let out a content hum and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer for him to rest his chin on top of your head. "i’ll always come home, okay? i'll always be here for you." he reassures you and he moves away to lift your chin slightly and place a kiss on your forehead, making you smile. "okay.."

"come on, let’s get some sleep. you need your rest." he ruffs your hair and you shoo his hand away while chortling. after a while, you both were lying peacefully on the bed and he's fast asleep. ‘everything is going to be fine.. right..?’ you thought to yourself as you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling and sigh.

wrong.

you wake up sweating and breathing heavily as you look around the room in a state of panic. "k-kento?" you call out. 'did he go to the bathroom..?' you think as you tumble out of bed about to walk to the door but you pause then it hits you. he isn't here anymore. how could you forget.. you sit on the bed, trying to at least calm down, breathing in and out, trying to think of something else, but nothing works.

your hands make their way to your face to cup it and you curl up into a ball. tears starting to fill your eyes, "liar.." you begin sobbing silently.

©nakopii ~ do not copy and or revise my work. please and thank you! :3

[sopuu]

I know usually you get questions about your art, but what about your writing?

I'm trying to write my own story kind of, but I don't know if I'm getting my writing across in the way I want it to, so how do you do it?

Also I love champion au auguuhiuuahhhauuug uhahhhh

hooo boy well first i'm so glad you like my writing!! i still feel relatively new to it so it’s incredibly motivating to hear its coming across well 🥹 ...and by extension i mayyy not be the best person to ask for advice lmao but uhh lets see

usually when there's a certain mood i want to convey, i reread fics or rewatch parts of a show i like that also has that same tone and pay extra attention to the dialogue, the pacing etc. that way i have a good frame of reference of how to get the words and the emotion i want (bc yknow. i'm feeling it when gathering references), and then i'll write and rewrite my way to that emotion. kinda like working backwards ig because knowing what tone you want vs feeling it yourself are different things and two ends of the process

oh that reminds me of this tip! it lives in my head rent-free and it talks about writing around pain specifically but i think it applies to anything in writing. is the character happy? sad? confused? then try writing how they're like that without using that word at all- in their actions, behaviour, using the environment…it's always show don't tell babyy (especially important in writing for a comic that for workload's sake cannot be too long, every single word/action has to count towards something)

also, whenever i'm rereading what i've written i try to pretend i know absolutely nothing or come back to it after a long break, and if the next line of dialogue is too predictable then it gets revised. same with presenting an obstacle in the narrative, i have to feel the stakes myself like i'm one of the characters instead of being an omnipresent force watching the story unfold in front of me if that makes sense. imo if the author isn't immersed themselves then neither would the audience be.

and just trust yourself! have fun! if you find yourself overthinking then it’s probably time for a break! there’s plenty of time to get it right :)