#sorry for the grammar in this post my brain is leaking out through my ears ;

[chuuyasheaven]

pm!dazai, day 3 with him being the one feeling low :3 he’s so precious i wanna make his brain short circuit from making him feel good and loved :33

“—I hope, you’re ready, for what I’m about to do..” — I’ll do it by Ayesha Erotica !!

Tags: PM! Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, switch!Reader, switch!Dazai, petnames, praising kink, blowjob, lil rushed, may contain grammar errors, etc.

Notes: YOU ARE SO RIGHT. ENJOY!!

It was getting late, and he’s still not back.

Then suddenly, the door opens, and you’re met with a stressed and tired Dazai.

He walked towards you, sat on the couch and let out a big sigh. “Hey, ‘Samu. How was your day?”, you ask him.

“Stressful and beyond tiring. The mission took way to long just because any of the idiots couldn’t get any of my commands right!”, he complained, you could see he wasn’t lying.

Dazai laid his head on your shoulder, letting out a big sigh again. “I just want to relieve it without doing anything,”, Dazai ranted, while closing his eyes, “Maybe you could help me, ‘donna? Please?”, he asked, which sounded more like begging to you.

Your cheeks got a little red at the question, which got Dazai to smirk without even opening his eyes. “In..what way can I help, Osamu?”, you asked to make sure you aren’t mistaken by your dirty thoughts.

“I think you know what I mean. If I’m not mistaken, your pretty mind already got an solution..”, he answered, so he wanted you to help him..in that way.

You blushed harder, but you complied to his command, unlike his workers. So you got on your knees, “Oh, let me help you there, bella.”, Dazai offered, he opened his belt for you to get easier access to his cock.

You let out his cock as it sprung free. He was smirking at you while you rubbed his dick to get it erect. As it slowly got harder, Dazai let a quiet whimper slip, so you stopped.

Then you continued with your mouth, leaving small kitten licks on his tip, which made a shudder go through him. “Come on, I know you can do better than that, darling.”, Dazai teased, for now.

Not wanting to upset him, you took his length into your mouth. Sucking on it almost too perfectly, swirling your tongue around his tip. Now he couldn’t be talking now, right?

“F-fuck, just like that, ‘donna..”, well, he can, but only praised are falling from his mouth. And, of course, the praises encouraged you to suck on it harder. Dazai was getting closer by each minute that passed, this is what made him start get more submissive too, starting to gasp and whimper. It was a true melody to your ears.

As you kept on going, you felt his cock starting to leak precum, you were going in more intense.

You eventually started to take the half off his dick into your mouth and the other half was being stroked by your free hand.

You looked up to look at his face, and his cheeks were a flushed pink while his free hand grabbed your hair, slightly tugging on it.

Dazai felt his orgasm near, as it was building up, you only stroked and sucked faster, at this point moans of your name and curses left his mouth.

“—‘Gonna c-cum soon! keep going, s-such a good girl..”

As if he was manifesting it, Dazai’s orgasm came crashing to him, his sweet release emptied inside your mouth.

Sorry for the wait, here’s the fic! It’s short but I Promise the others will be longer!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I might need to pause this event because I’m traveling with my family! So I’ll be able to post like 2-3 fics before I go! Sorry that it came so sudden, but I promise I’ll be very productive after!! Until then, bye pookies!!

[nyenyerle]

aaa tell me more about ingwion/eonwe i Am Intrigued

Dearest anon!! this took me ages to answer and I feel horrible! </3 I started a draft right away when I got your question, but to write this, I needed to actually sit down and think, which I didn’t have either time or energy for until now. I hope you still see it and like it, but I do plan a second, less theoretical post abt this couple in the near future! Thx again for the question i love you ;,,(

So, for me, Eonwe/Ingwion works best as a sort of decorative background? Or a side pairing in the best case, functioning as a foil relationship in obscure au scenarios. Firstly because there is zero canonicity to it, and secondly because this is thee most unreasonable ship that my subconscious ever graced me with. Without any exaggeration, the origin story is that I was thinking about terrace farming of wheat on Taniquetil (as one does at 2 am) when my brain added this little jubilus to the end of the thought: “...and of course, over there in that haystack, Ingwion and Eonwe are making love.”

I stared at the ceiling for a moment, then thought, are they? Good for them. The Teleri have the Doriath royal family, the fandom Noldor have Silvergifting (typical). Wouldn’t it be actually less strange if the Vanyar, closest to the Ainur, produced their own elf/maia love story too?

I thought about whether this pairing should also lead to a Significant Doom™ like the telerin and noldorin ones, or if they were just chilling. Causing religious trauma to Gil-Galad. I am yet to decide, but War of Wrath has to be significant either way.

If I were to assign crises to them, Eonwe would probably need to rethink his role as an Ainu in the Children’s (eruhíni) relationship with Arda. I can’t see him as an istar and I wonder if he’d have just let M&M walk away with the Silmarils if it hadn’t been for the experiences of the previous 3 decades.

Ingwion could maybe alter his pov a little about his relationship as a Vanya with elvendom’s role on Arda. Is it to sing hymns on the fake continent behind the Pelóri until the Dagorath, and break Beleriand once? I mean, maybe! I know enough second-hand Carthusian jokes to be sure they have rich inner lives Contemplative orders may or may not make the world turn, but Ingwion should think things through at least once.

This story would be basically identity porn in the casing of a relationship crisis, in the middle of an apocalyptic war. All “Then what is it that you love in me?” And they figure it out in the end, and it turns out to be the exact opposite of what they thought they had understood about themselves in the other when they'd fallen in love.

...Aaand I’m going to write a second post with hcs about what their relationship looks like, and meet-cutes and symbolism and such! I have the drafts for it but I didn't want to wait longer to post this.

[ofbeastsandwizards]

THIS IS MY MESS [prt two] - avengers x reader

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a/n: sorry this is being posted so late!!! also keep in mind I proof read this at like 2 am in the morning so my grammar may not be entirely trustworthy

pairing: avengers x reader platonic

word count: 1576

warnings: use of ‘she/her’ pronouns on reader, brief violence, brief descriptions of wounds, a few uses of curse words

series summary: A 16 year old from Harlem finds herself ensnared in a tangle of problems when she literally falls into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the object of her absolute affection.

chapter summary: After finding herself in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar bed, [Y/n] starts to piece together the events of the past day.

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Rain pattered down through the crisp autumn air of New York City, painting the already deep night a gloomy shade of charcoal.

Few people wandered the streets, but those who did kept their umbrellas popped open, and shuffled along down the normally busy streets of Manhattan.

However, despite the hustle and bustle of the midnight commuters, the New York residents failed to acknowledge the body of a young girl, clothes soaked with the tears leaking from the sky, and body splayed out on the concrete sidewalk.

Her head was throbbing, and a cut on her forehead allowed blood to begin draining out and staining the concrete below her a shimmery shade of red. It melted with the rain, diluting the color and pooling most of it down into a nearby sewage drain.

She let out a weary groan of pain, desperately trying to cling to any sort of reality, and trying to shift some of her weight off of her right side, which seemed to have its own heartbeat of agony.

Her brain seemed to be on lockdown, and not a single thought, besides pain, was ringing through her mind. She couldn’t think, let alone gather the strength to open her eyes and take in her surroundings.

One thing she noticed, however, was that from behind the shadow of her eyelids, all was dark. As if, possibly, she had skipped ahead in time, allowing night to overtake her.

She didn’t dare crack open her eyelids, for fear of what might be on the other side. The hollow ringing in her ears began to manifest itself in a much more aggressive demeanor, pushing the limits of [Y/n]’s hearing, and forcing her to give into the darkness that began to engulf her.

And only one thought remained in her brain as she began to fade back into the endless void.

What the hell happened?

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Bright industrial lights attached to an equally bright ceiling buzzed louder than the ringing in [Y/n]’s head.

They were both positioned symmetrically on the ceiling of a sterile looking bedroom, where crisp blue bed sheets gave the impression of a hospital, or maybe even an assisted living home. The room was clean, cool, and smelled like air freshener.

And [Y/n]’s sensitive nose, aggravated by the harsh smell, scent a sneeze rumbling through her body, and waking her up.

She twisted and turned in the bed, senses barely catching onto the fact that she was not where she was supposed to be. She clenched her fist around the loose fabric of the sheets, and her brows furrowed.

Gathering the fading strength within her, she forced open her eyelids, and squinted at the bright light blinding her vision.

Blinking twice to drain some of the exposure from her eyes, she laid still, the realization that she was in fact, not in her bedroom only hitting her when the memories of waking on the mucky New York ground started to flow back.

Shooting her body upright, she sat in the bed, staring directly at the starkly painted silver wall in front of her, containing only a shut door, and an evenly placed piece of modern artwork.

To her left, large, floor length windows lined the wall, allowing the viewer to see a brightly lit night-time New York skyline. This, she realized, would mean she was in one of the tallest buildings in New York.

And one of the most expensive. Where the hell am I?

On the other side of her bed was a white wall, only a small, sharply designed dresser spaced in the center of it.

She had never seen this place before, and confusion began to grow rampant in her mind. Ticking through her memories, she tried to piece together what exactly happened.

Creepy doppelgänger.

Scary building.

Near-death experience.

Weird portal thing?

How am I still alive?

She stiffened. Oh my god. Am I dead?

She reached a hand to her face, patting around desperately, as if the feeling of her body could fade away at any moment.

Suddenly, two knocks sounded from the door, and the hairs on the back of [Y/n]’s neck began to spike up on end. She searched the room for some sort of escape, if necessary, and upon realizing the only way out would be to dive around the person on the other side, or James Bond it out the window, she settled on clutching to the sheets for dear life.

The door creaked open, and a woman on the other side peeked in, before opening the door completely, a small smile growing on her face.

“Oh, good. I’m glad you’re awake.” She paused, green eyes giving the young girl a once over. “You were out for a day, y’know. I’m sure your parents are worried sick.”

[Y/n] was stunned into silence. She sat, body near-trembling, watching as an actress she had always admired stood in her sights, talking directly to her.

What the fuck. That is Gweneth. Fucking. Paltrow.

The woman, or, Gweneth, continued to stand in the doorway, but the air around her changed, vibrating with concern, and a tad bit of awkwardness.

Realizing she should be speaking, [Y/n] parted her lips, but when she spoke, a small whine released itself from her throat, followed by a small cough. “U-uh. Oh.”

Why the fuck am I in Gweneth Paltrow’s house. Does she even live in New York? What is happening?

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, stepping a foot into the door. [Y/n] could tell she wanted to approach her, but [Y/n]’s shaking body and wide eyes probably put her off.

Nodding her head, [Y/n]’s eyes drifted down to her shuddering hands, willing herself to stop jiggling like Christmas pudding. “Y-yes. I’m okay.” She went quiet, but lifted her gaze back upwards. “Could you tell me where I am?”

The Gweneth-look-alike, as [Y/n] determined the chances of this being the Gweneth Paltrow were very low, furrowed her brows at the young girl. She cocked her head. “You don’t know where you are?”

[Y/n] swallowed hard, stiffly shaking her head.

“Oh. Wow, you must have hit your head pretty hard.” She stated, scrunching her nose. She waved her hand with her eyes closed. “Well, anyway, you’re currently inside of Stark Tower, downtown Manhattan.”

[Y/n] sat in utter silence. Her bottom lip began to quiver, and she could feel a scream building in her chest. What. The. Fuck.

She pushed her urge to burst out into a fit of madness down deep into her stomach, saving her temper tantrum for later. “S-sorry- did you say Stark Tower?”

Gweneth’s look-alike nodded her head, confusion evident in her expression. She crossed her arms. “Mhm.”

[Y/n] nodded slowly, but her mind was racing faster than a Lambo down the Autobahn. So much information was passing through her mind, and right back out of it. She could feel her soul beginning to exit her body, and finally she bit her tongue, struggling to bring herself back down to earth.

Or, wherever the hell she was.

“Who, uhm...who are you?” She asked, voice raising in pitch.

“Oh! So sorry. My name is Pepper Potts.” Pepper responded, arms still crossed as she leaned against the doorframe.

[Y/n] mouth grew dry. “Oh, uhm, I’m [Y/n] [L/n].”

Pepper smiled. “Lovely to meet you.” She stood in the door for a moment, before sucking in a breath. “Well, why don’t you get yourself settled a bit, and then tell JARVIS to call me in so we can get you home, alright?”

Nodding her head mechanically, [Y/n] watched as ‘Pepper’ left the room, giving the young teenager one last comforting smile, before shutting the door behind her.

[Y/n] nearly fell off her perch, anxiety rising up her body, and forcing her to fall heavily backwards into the bed. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, mouth agape as she tried to process this information.

She called herself Pepper Potts. She said I was in Stark Tower. What the fuck is happening? How do I know this isn’t some elaborate prank?

But who would prank me? Is this a social experiment? Was I chosen at random?

Lifting her head off the stiff, and rather uncomfortable pillow she was resting on, she looked around the room.

“Uhm,” she paused. “JARVIS?” She called.

Immediately, the familiar voice of Paul Bettany rang through the room. “Yes, Miss [L/n]?”

[Y/n] let out a half-scream, not fully expecting a response out of the intelligent system. “Oh! Uh,” [Y/n] laughed dryly.

“What can I do for you?”

[Y/n] blinked, thinking over her options, debating the best way to find out where, or when she was. “Hm…”

JARVIS stayed silent, before piping up again. “Would you like me to call Miss Potts?”

[Y/n]’s eyes went wide. “No! No, no. That’s okay.” She bit her lower lip, digging her teeth into the soft skin. “Can you tell me something, though? It might seem a bit weird.”

“Of course.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping desperately her answer wouldn’t be what she was expecting. “Do you know the year?”

JARVIS seemed to hesitate before giving his answer. “The year is two-thousand and twelve.”

[Y/n]’s heart dropped to her stomach, and she began to feel the room spin around her.

Did I…did I just jump realities?

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