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senanatheskenana · 9 months ago

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Being Their Soul Mate <3

Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Inosuke x reader (separate)

Tanjirou Kamado

From the moment you got close enough for Tanjirou to smell, he knew you were his soul mate. And before you know it, he's sprinting towards you, following the perfect smell. He stops in front of you, blushing like a fool from head to toe.

You can feel the pull towards him, even without an introduction. Your eyes can hardly leave each other, basking in the overwhelming silence. You smile at him, your own cheeks tinted pink, holding out your hand to him. He jumps out of his daze and grips your hand enthusiastically, bringing it to his lips to place a heartfelt kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm sorry to be so forward, i really should have introduced myself before. Please forgive me!" he bows deeply- so deeply you think his head may hit the floor. You fight back a sheepish laugh, shaking your head.

"My name is Tanjirou Kamado, it's beyond a pleasure to meet you," he still holds your hand carefully, loose enough for you to pull it away should you desire to. You don't.

"I'm (f/n) (l/n). I never imagined my soul mate to be as sweet as you, Tanjirou," you can see how his face turns even redder at your words, stuttering out broken sentences.

You gently squeeze his hand, "Did you want to join me on my walk? we have a lot to talk about, I feel"

He nods eagerly, letting you pull him through the streets, all while staring bashfully at the way your hair sways as you move. He thinks he might already be in love.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

'Marry me!'

Those were the words inked into your wrist. A brash, scribbling handwriting. Admittedly you were worried about the circumstances of you meeting your soul mate, given the intense first words.

Evidently, the situation was not nearly as sad as you worried it could be. You weren't being married off, no.

Your soul mate was just super weird.

You shake your leg, hoping to remove the boy from his hold. He's sobbing on the floor, mumbling incoherent pleas at you, still shaken up from the demon he would have been attacked by, had you not struck.

"W-what the hell? You can't just spring that on someone!" you squeal. Finally, he lets go, a look of shock on his face. A moment later a shockingly warm sensation takes over the two of you. You grip your wrist, and he scratches at his shoulder, letting out yelps of 'ouchies'

You look down at your wrist to see the letters glowing gold, pulsing against your bones. Zenitsu gazes up at you momentarily before bawling and returning to clinging onto your legs. You take the time to help him up while his two friends watch in confusion and embarrassment at his actions.

He holds both of your hands and brings them to his cheeks, and you can feel how hot his face is. "Y-you're my soul mate. That means you have to marry me"

You sigh but smile. At least he was enthusiastic, you guessed.

"Maybe let's just start with a date and we can go from there" His tears disappear at your words, replaced by a gigantic smile, not even you can resist.

Inosuke Hashibira

For as long as Inosuke can remember, he's had the name (f/n) (l/n) engraved into his collarbone. Too bad he couldn't read it without Tanjirou's help.

"(f/n) (l/n)..." Tanjirou taps his chin in thought for a moment before gasping, "I got it- that's the ice pillar's name! "

Zenitsu fawns at the idea, "Wow, imagine having a soul mate strong enough to be a Hashira"

He hears the word strong and immediately puffs out his chest, "If they're strong, I'm gonna beat 'em!" Tanjirou now realises that Inosuke doesn't know the concept of Soul Mates.

By the time he tries to explain it, the boy is sprinting through the courtyard, dodging pillars and kakushi.

"Inosuke-" Tanjirou cannot finish his mortified plea.

"ICE HASHIRA COME HERE AND FIGHT ME!" everyone turns towards him in shock and confusion.

"Don't be so loud! if you really wanna see them, they're sitting on that bench" Sanemi scowls at the group of boys, making Tanjirou blanch, uttering apologies.

You're peacefully lying across the bench, nose planted firmly in your book when a shadow falls over you. Slowly you gaze up at the man towering over you before moving to sit up straight.

You recognise the boy in the checkered haori, smiling "Hello Tanjirou. It's nice to see you again. Are these your friends"

Before a smiling Tanjirou can respond, Inosuke brings his sword down beside your hand.

"FIGHT ME!" his face flushes with blood as he seethes under his mask.

You give him a serene smile, "I'm sorry but I believe it would be dangerous for you if I were to fight back."

He pays no mind and swings his sword above him. He looks down only to find you gone in the blink of an eye. In less than three seconds, his katanas are wrenched out of his hands as he is pinned to the ground.

Tanjirou gasps at the embarrassingly short battle- if you could call it such. "Inosuke! Are you both alright?"

'Inosuke?'

You glance down at the man under your foot, "Is your name Inosuke Hashibira?" you ask as calmly as ever, gently releasing him from the hold.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" he scowls under his mask. He doesn't know why he's so nervous around you but it's pissing him off.

"My name is (y/n), the ice Hashira," your smile has an unanticipated calming effect on inosuke, "it would seem we are soul mates"

he blushes at your giggle, still not understanding what a soul mate is. He looks at Tanjirou for help, who sighs.

It was going to be an agonising conversation. He drags the boar boy away, inosuke still staring at you as you wave them goodbye. He wouldn't admit that he missed you already.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #demon slayer imagine #demon slayer fluff #kny #kny x reader

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wonderjanga · 22 days ago

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Hiiii, how are you?

I'm nervous here, it's the first time I've made an Ask here on Tumblr-

Aaaanyway, I wanted to give you an idea, I couldn't find it, but I've seen a post where Billy goes deaf after being struck by lightning

The post doesn't show it, and I can't think and come up with ideas to write it myself, but I would love to see what his interactions and relationships with the civilians and heroes would be like as a deaf person.

So, if you see this and want to write a post based on it, please tag me chum, xoxo.

— justv0id, at your pleasure :D

I’m good! I haven’t been posting as much recently because I’ve suddenly grown a little busy but other than that, I’m a-okay! I just need to work out a few kinks in my personal life and I should be back to the two posts a day schedule. ALSO, anyone is free to ask questions there’s no need to be nervous!

Anyways…

Marvel: *minding his business*

Tourist: “Captain Marvel? Could you take a photo with me?”

Marvel: *obviously doesn’t hear him because he’s deaf*

Tourist: “Captain?”

Marvel: *still doesn’t hear him*

Tourist: “If you don’t want to take a photo with me, you can just say so.” *starting to sound a little mad*

Marvel: *again, doesn’t hear him*

Tourist: “Dude, stop ignoring me-”

Random Fawcitizen: *runs up and socks the stuffing out of them*

All Fawcitizens are a little a lot protective of Cap. Some people unfortunately have to experience this first have.

Martian Manhunter(MM), Miss Martian, and Marvel: *all standing in the circle, staring at each other intensely*

Random Civilian: What are they doing…?

Meanwhile… In the Telepathy Link…

Marvel: “That’s what I was saying! That show is garbage!”

Miss Martian: “It is not! It’s literally amazing!”

MM: “M’gann… Please do not lie. At least not to the both of our faces.”

Reporters: *hounding him and asking a bunch of questions*

Marvel: *just smiles, gives a little head nod before flying off*

Ladies: “He’s so dreamy and mysterious!”

Marvel: *actually left because he knew that if he were to say a single word to answer any of their questions, he’d probably shatter all their eardrums because he has little to no volume control*

Batman: *signing to him*

Marvel: *nodding along*

Batman: *pleased that he found a way to communicate with Marvel*

Marvel: *has no idea what he’s saying and just think he’s throwing up gang signs* (“You know what? You go, man.” Billy thinks to himself for the 50 millionth time)

I’d also like to think this vid would perfectly encapsulate a not deaf Junior and a deaf Marvel.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett city #fawcett #fawcett comics

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benedictscanvas · 2 years ago

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could you possibly do a benedict bridgerton friends to lovers fic with maybe some jealousy thrown in there? i adore your writing 🫶🏻

this request could not have come at a better time! i finally started my bridgerton rewatch recently and i can feel myself sparking with ideas yet again :) || 2k words, tw benedict is PINING & this is much more suggestive than my usual content, so 18+ please!

can't bear it - benedict bridgerton x reader

He looked bored. It was the first thing you noticed upon entering the ballroom and, in truth, it was often the first thing you noticed upon entering any ballroom. Over your years of friendship, it seemed you had a highly trained eye to seek him out amongst any crowd.

Just as your eyes strayed to him, as if he had similar training, his found you. What had been a dull stare at the ground to avoid any accidental eye contact with the Mamas scattered about the room quickly became a bright and excitable gaze locked to yours and you returned his slow-spreading smile with a rather unladylike grin.

"Hi," he mouthed, a grin of his own now twisting his features. You shook your head at him fondly, biting the inside of your cheek in a foolish attempt to stop your grin from growing any wider.

You were lucky to have a sister with whom your mother was preoccupied. It made it easy to hurry along the sides of the ballroom, exchanging nods with those you passed without stopping to greet them properly, to end up next to Benedict in record time.

You stood side by side, your usual routine, the backs of your hands inches apart but both facing outwards, as if surveying the rest of the room. Each one of your senses was entirely tuned into him as soon as you entered his presence, but it would not look as such to any onlookers.

"You'll start more rumours if you keep trying to communicate across such wide distances, Lord Bridgerton," you began, eyes fixed on the twirling couples so you didn't sneak a glance in his direction, "I thought we were attempting to rid ourselves of the clamours for our engagement."

"They can hardly read into a mere greeting," he responded easily, the words a mere murmur from the corner of his mouth, "I am a gentleman, as you know, and it would be impolite to simply ignore you."

"It would. You couldn't ignore me if you tried, anyway," you mused, "You'd get ever so bored."

"Always so self-important."

His mutter makes you bite back a smirk. Perhaps facing away from each other did nothing to hide your obvious conversation after all. Violet would be sure to notice, you knew, and may once again force Benedict into explaining the lack of proposal between the two of you.

In recent weeks, however, you had been struggling to explain it to yourself. Benedict was so dear to you, so utterly different to the men that regularly bored you, that once you had struck up such unlikely friendship, it seemed you valued it far too much to take it any further.

That, and there had never been any indication that Benedict himself saw marital potential within you. He was by no means a shy man. If he wanted you, you were quite sure he would have swept you off your feet by now.

And what a sweeping it would be, in those strong arms barely concealed by the crisp white shirt, billowing fabric...

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," a voice broke you from your spell, and your gaze accidentally drifted to Benedict in surprise before landing on the man interrupting you, "I believe I was promised a dance last we met, and I have heard you are a lady of your word."

You had to fight to keep yourself from frowning as you wracked your brains for his name. Unfortunately, you came up entirely empty and had no choice but to respond vaguely.

"I certainly would not like to gain a reputation for breaking promises," you smiled as taught, taking in handsome features and arms that didn't fill in a shirt nearly as well as Benedict's. You shook that thought from your head as you placed your hand in the unnamed stranger's own, "It would be an honour."

There was a splutter to your left, no doubt Benedict struggling to conceal his amusement at the sudden change in your tone. You allowed the man to lead you to the dance floor, turning subtly to send Benedict a wry smile but finding him staring right through you, expression anything but amused.

It wiped the smile clean off your own face.

His face was thunder throughout your dance, you noticed, however much you tried to focus on the pleasantly mundane conversation provided by your new partner. He really was quite good looking, if only you could appreciate it, but you were entirely preoccupied by Benedict's new foul mood and what could have caused it.

As the dance ended, you bowed politely to your captor, which was the only word that came to mind for him, and hurried in the direction of your favourite friend only to find him gone. This time you did frown, despite your mother's warnings of wrinkles, and picked up your skirt lightly as you slipped out of the ballroom.

Searching side room after side room proved useful. You soon found what could be described as a studio, with large windows to let the light in but currently only cast moonlight across the canvases spread around the room. The moon also lit up half of Benedict, who was stood at the window, staring out into the gardens.

"Be prepared to hide under that desk if anyone should come knocking," you said, startling him as you clicked the door shut behind you, "I shan't let you compromise my honour just because I have to chase after you when you're having a tantrum."

He glowered at you at the mention of a tantrum, the kind of look he usually levelled his brothers with rather than you. It was new territory and you found yourself quickly floundering.

"I did not bid you to follow me."

"And yet here I am," you reminded, taking a tentative step, "So why don't you put a stop to this strange mood and tell me what's wrong?"

"I'd rather not," he said curtly, his voice a little wrong as he turned to face you at last. Were those tears? "Please return to the festivities and I will join you momentarily."

You'd never seen Benedict cry before. In fact, you weren't sure you'd ever seen a man cry in your life, and the sight was terrifying. You wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a long overdue embrace, but you kept yourself stock still in the middle of the room.

"Benedict..." you began, not sure where you were going despite the plea in your voice, "Please. I have never seen you like this."

He laughs, but its harsh.

"You must not be very observant then, Y/N."

"I beg your pardon?"

"In fact, you must be positively blind. Maddeningly so. How do you ever get anything done?"

You could feel tears of your own welling up in your eyes and blinked them away furiously. It was a great effort to keep your voice level when you spoke.

"I have known you to be many things, Bridgerton, but you are not cruel. I am sure I have done nothing to deserve such vehement insult, so-"

"I quite disagree," he interrupted, face fierce as he stalked over to you until he was right in front of you. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, eyes wide, and felt the rise of his chest almost against your own, "You are observant, Y/N, and far from blind. It is your cruelty at fault here, not mine. It is yours."

He hissed the last word, pointing a finger at you so close to your chest that your head was spinning. His closeness was intoxicating, his scent crowding you out of enough oxygen and his words were making you lightheaded with panic.

"You're not making any sense," you murmured. His fingertips ghosted across the fabric of your dress near your hips, barely there, and nowhere near the skin underneath.

"You must see it," he mutters back, all gritted teeth and barely concealed restraint, "You must see that I worship you. That I always have."

Your inhale sounded more like a gasp. He shook his head above you, moving closer until his chin was pressed hard into your temple and you keened into the touch.

"I know you do not feel the same. And you are not obligated to, I swear it. But taunting me as you do. Playing with me only to dance with another..." he trails off, breath shuddering, and you can hear those tears in his voice again, "I can't bear it. Please, Y/N, I cannot bear it."

Neither can you.

You reach up and take his face in both hands, finding chiseled cheekbones and jawline, thumbs either side of his lips as you pull him until you can look up into his face again. Your gaze flickers across his face, and you wipe the tears from his face with shaking fingers.

"You're blind, Benedict," you say, leaning up on your tiptoes until your lips brush his, soft, like the ghost of his fingertips against fabric. You know what you want him to do and you need him to do it first, need him to take your lead and run away with it.

When he fists his hands in your dress at your hips and drags you into him, your prayers are answered.

He opens your mouth to his, still gentle but insistent, demanding more, more, more of you. You'd give him everything, right here, mainly because you know he'd never take it. He seems more than content with the here and now as it is, especially when your hands slip into his hair and he lets out a low grumble of a moan that you feel everywhere.

He's trying to pull you closer still when you break for air, gasping it in as the two of you pant into each other's mouths. He runs a hand down your hair, your neck, your arm, until he intertwines his fingers with yours, chases your lips for a peck, then another, then another. You meet him with a lazy grin.

"I dance with the Lords of the ton every ball," you breathe out, "I'd have noticed if you reacted like this every time."

Benedict was grinning too. He looked far more like himself when he did.

"They are usually old, ugly fools," he said, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the thought, "I always hate them having their hands all over you, but watching a young charming bastard who may just have a chance with you hold you as I have always dreamed of doing? It was enough."

"He never had a chance, my Lord," you assured, tracing his hairline, his earlobe just to see him shiver, "You are, as already accused, blissfully blind. Blind as a bat, I should think."

"Recent developments would suggest that to be true," he mused, glowing in a way he wouldn't usually when wrong. Then, all too quickly, his face briefly fell, "I truly apologise for all that I said to you, Y/N. There is no excuse, it was cruel."

"Hm," you agreed, "It was. Although, I can think of a multitude of ways you can make it up to me. Would you care to hear them?"

His eyes lit up at the realisation of your teasing. It was familiar, exactly what had drawn you both to each other time and time again. It was likely what would keep you together for eternity.

"I would like nothing more."

"How about I sit right up here..." you began lowly, moving to take a seat on the desk, "-you sit yourself underneath this desk, and we can have a conversation about compromising my honour."

You grinned at him wolfishly. It looked almost as if his eyes rolled back into his head already, but it wasn't long until he was kneeling in front of you, hands on the hem of your dress.

"And what would you know about compromising your honour, Miss Y/L/N?"

You ran a hand through his hair and used it to roughly yank him forward, until his nose was pressed to the fabric of your dress, exactly where you wanted him. It was easy to see it now, as he stared up at you in total awe: the way he worshipped you.

"Let's find out, shall we?"

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#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction

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spencersbabymama · 29 days ago

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Numbers l Chapter One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Disabled OC

Content Warning: Mention of disability, mention of disability limitations, I think that's about it.

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's the first day of Brooke Bevan's dream job working as a technical analyst for the Behavioral Analyst Unit in the FBI. She knows girls like her don't get jobs like these every day so she doesn't want to blow it. What she wasn't expecting, was to meet a dapper genius her age....

a/n: AAAAAHHH I'm so excited to finally be posting this! This series is my baby and I'm so excited to share. I'm really passionate about writing disabled characters since I'm disabled myself, and I've noticed a lack of Spencer Reid x Disabled OC content, so I figured why not do it myself? Shout out to @just-call-me-by-yn & @floraisunwell for pushing me to go forward with this idea! I'm so happy I met you both! Also credit to @just-call-me-by-yn for making this awesome banner for me 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Story: “Hey, thanks for meeting me downstairs. You would think for a government building, they would have easier to reach elevator buttons for everyone.” I joke, trying to break the ice with the person I’ll be spending most of my time with.

Although that didn’t seem to be a problem because the second I entered the lobby, Penelope Garcia, BAU Technical Analyst Extraordinaire, was standing right in the middle wearing white dress covered in colorful flowers, pink cardigan, matching kooky glasses, yellow heels, and all wrapped up in a smile that could possibly blind an elderly person. It was at that moment, I knew work, at least, wouldn't be boring.

“Oh honey, no problem, I probably would have raced to the lobby even if you didn’t call just so I could be the first one to greet you.” Penelope giggled. I opened my mouth to add my own witty humor but instantly got cut off. “You know normally I don’t love newbies joining the team, especially newbies entering my expertise, but I had a feeling when I found out you were another techy kick butt girl? Oh my gosh I was so excited!” Penelope added, almost seeming out of breath now from her said excitement.

All I could do was giggle and nod in agreement.

It was a relief to know I didn’t embarrass myself in the first few minutes on the job. I knew the fact that I got this job was an accomplishment. Girls like me don’t get jobs like these everyday. Girls like me who have no use of their legs and have limited muscle strength, do not get jobs in the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI. Though it was my dream, the moment when I couldn't reach the elevator buttons was an honest wake up call

Ever since I was little I loved the idea of saving others and catching bad guys. When other girls were painting their nails, or playing princess, I was in the city library reading about Ted Bundy. Strange for a 12 year old girl, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about why people did what they did. Don’t worry I still enjoyed dolling up my nails every once in a while.

Obviously it was no secret I couldn’t run after criminals, or even use a gun so I knew it was probably a pipe dream. So I shifted gears, got into tech and code. I could do that. With the right adaptive technology, I could run laps around any encryption. Luckily I never used my powers for evil. In high school I learned about technical analysts who worked for the FBI. That was it, that was my path.

The elevator opened and I followed Penelope through the glass doors, into the bullpen I saw in my college textbooks. If it wasn’t clear by my beaming smile, I was almost start struck by the sight of all the agents sitting at the desks working and I got to be one of them. One agent stood out though because instead of flipping through files or paperwork, he was playing chess, by himself. The other odd thing was he looked about my age. I expected to be the youngest one on the team because by some miracle, I got this job only a few years after graduating college. His floppy curly brown hair shielded his eyes slightly, but even from where I was, I could tell they were brown.

Penelope’s voice took me out of my trance and my eyes snapped up to look at her “Hotch told me to come get him when you arrived since well…” She gestured to the wheels of my motorized wheelchair, then up to the door in the middle of the walkway above the main level of the bullpen with a small awkward giggle “Stairs, so I’ll be right back.” I snicker slightly then nod, sending her up the stairs and into the room she pointed to.

While waiting, my gaze goes back to the chess playing guy. He was young but dressed like an old man, suit, tie, and everything. There was something wise about him, like his looks were youthful but it seemed like he’s seen some things.

Hotch’s office door opened before he and Penelope made their way down the steps. I met them halfway, holding out my hand as best I could with a smile “Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, Brooke Bevan, it’s seriously an honor to be working with you.” In my defense, I didn't mean to sound like a fan girl, it just came out that way.

With a firm grip, Hotch shook my hand “Welcome, we’re eager to have you.” Already I could tell the rumors were true. Aaron Hotchner was all business and it looked like he hadn’t smiled in at least a month. He was the man in charge for a reason though, the number of successful cases couldn’t lie.

Hotch reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out the thing that makes all this official. My face beams as my heart races in my chest. “Here are your credentials. As you should already know, you must keep these on you.” I nod while practically ogling the FBI symbol on the front of my credentials. “Penelope can introduce you to everyone.” Hotch explains while placing the booklet on my lap then heads back up to his office.

Penelope practically shakes with excitement “It’s official newbie!” She was right. I am now Brooke Bevan, Technical Analyst for the FBI, it had a nice ring to it. “Come and meet everyone!” Penelope chimes before leading to a group sitting in the middle of the bullpen.

A dark-haired girl looks up from the file she was reading and her face lights up when she sees us coming “Hey! You must be Brooke.” She stands up and shakes my hand “I’m Emily Prentis, it’s nice to meet you. Hotch has said good things.”

I grin with a nod before one by one introduces themselves with a handshake. Derek Morgan, David Rossi, then Jennifer Jareau who apparently goes by JJ. Finally there was Chess Guy. I hold out my hand before he awkwardly waves it off with a small smile “I-I actually don’t do handshakes. Did you know according to studies, a handshake can transfer a significant amount of bacteria, with research showing that a handshake transmits nearly twice as many bacteria compared to a high five and significantly more than a fist bump, which is considered the most hygienic greeting option du-”

“And that is Dr. Spencer Reid.” JJ cut him off with a small amused laugh.

My eyes blink a few times, trying to drink in the info dump plus the fact that JJ just said doctor. My eyebrows furrow a little in confusion “You look a little young to be a doctor…” My voice trails off.

That’s when Penelope speaks up “Reid is our team genius.”

Reid sheepishly “I don’t really believe you can quantify knowledge but I do have an IQ of 187 and eidetic memory.”

I give another stunned look and utter “Huh…” To be honest I couldn’t recall knowing anyone with that amount of smarts, I couldn’t help but be impressed. “How about a high five then?” I finally say with a smile while holding out my hand.

Spencer’s face seemed to light up and he reached out to give me a high five.

Suddenly Hotch comes out with a thick file folder in his hand, his presence commanding attention. “We have a case.”

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threepandas · 1 month ago

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Bad End: Lost at Star Sea

It was sheer luck I even glanced down. Stopped, longed enough to doubled check, triple check, my next jump. I didn't really need too. Trusted my ship's computers, (quite literally) with my life. Kinda had too, after so long, out in the sea of stars. So the fact that I paused? Checked? Noticed that stuttering little signal at all?

Really, it could only be luck.

Good, bad, a miracle or disaster in the making? Couldn't tell ya.

But I DID notice. And I DID, immediately, hit the override for my cued up jumps to Starline. Because as every pilot worth even a fraction of their soul will tell you? You see an SOS beacon? You fucking ANSWER it.

Yes, pirates pull the "help I'm stuck" trick. And yeah, there are other unscrupulous folks out there. But! That's part of why the bounty hunter's guild and pirate hunter's come down so HARD on those fuckers. If you discourage people from HELPING stranded pilots? People fucking DIE out there.

Cold Void Of Space, remember?

Far as I'm concerned? Old ship rules apply, there are enough horrors, lurking out there. We do NOT need to add to them. All differences are to be kept planet side. THEN you can kill each other.

Thank the stars, I had decided to go the back lanes. Yeah, it added a few extra weeks to my trip, that I couldn't spend on that swanky beach at Starline, but? The "road trip" through the outer edge of the galaxy had been worth it. Plenty of cool sights and fun new foods. And NOW, clearly, the much needed chance to be in the right place at the right time.

Getting my ship in close, I tried to hail the softly free floating wreck. It looked smashed. Like it hit or was struck by something at speed. They had clearly managed to slow themselves, but beyond that? I couldnt see much stabilization. The whole ship sat dark. Not good.

My dash said there was nothing to hail TOO. Fuck. I tried difference frequencies. Maybe they had a hand-held? Earpiece? Something? But I couldn't connect to anything. Find, anything. Shit! Okay. Okay! Plan B. Try to get a registration while I connect us up. Pray to which ever Gods gaurds this one's soul, that they breathe a similar gas mix.

Loading... loading...

Oh, thank FUCK!

Compatible air AND drones, someone up or out there, really DOES want these guys to live! I force myself to be calm. Rushing won't help anybody, but WILL make a mess, after all. Bring up that frustrating drone request program I downloaded on a whim. Watch as, dispite the odds, lights flicker on across the hull of the ship.

Emergency protocols engage. They, obviously, get no counter order. And? Like the beautiful, life saving, little dumbasses they are? Immediately begin to zip and trundle into position to drag the wreckage in towards my ship. Gods bless the collective single IQ point of drones. Good babies. Such good babies!

With a heavy shudder and thunk, we connect.

Already, I am hovering by the latch. Emergency kit in hand. Breather on. The second it's confirmed, I twist the latch and...Oh gods. The air that surges up to greet me is so cold, it BURNS. I hadn't even though I was sweating, hadn't noticed it, until it felt like stabbing flash frozen crystals on my face. Shit! Oh gods, oh SHIT!

I scramble down, ladder burning cold even through my gloves. Red emergency lights and terrible silence greet me. I move quick. Emergencies & Stranding classes echoing in my head. Check the warmest part of the ship first, then work your way out. If they CAN move, they'll know to retreat there.

Registration said the ship had fifteen people. No idea how many survived the impact and cold, but hopefully? All of them. I may not have the room or rations for a comfortable trip. But it'd be warm. And I could get them to a port.

They should be in the central compartment, which is usually critical storage and medbay. Getting there, the door has clearly been forced to slide open by someone with claws and blood on their hands. It couldn't close properly, they bent it getting it open.

Looking down, there... oh gods. There is A LOT of blood on the floor.

Something... someONE? Dragged to storage. Blood trails thick on the floor. There must be a preserver; trying, maybe, to keep their friends from rotting? Might be shock? And they just... couldn't figure out where to put the bodies. I shake my head, tearing my horrified eyes away. Concentrate! Save the living. The dead are already gone. Be sick about it later.

It takes the crowbar I brought, now cold enough to worry me, to force the door to slide again. The room in side is barely warmer then the air outside. But? There, against the far wall? Is just about every clothe and piece of fabric in the ship. Two emergency blankets glinting from withing the chaotic pile.

The only other people in the room are clearly dead. Injuries. He must have tried to treat them but been unable too. Regardless of what happened, I rush forward. Unearthing an unconscious Aqualin from his self made fabric tomb. The colouration might mean he's from the deep water region. But without his eyes or mouth open I can't TELL.

I hope so, his chance of survival would go up tremendously. Dragging the limp, dangerously hypothermic, man onto my shoulders in a fireman's carry, I get us the hell out. His front is stained in blood. His hands coated. Everything that could go wrong? Seems too. But if I have any say, he is NOT dying here.

Dragging us into my now cold ship, I clumsily kick at the latch until I manage to flip it closed. Just for now. I'll have to go back down for those blankets and such, to help get him warm. But first? I get my rescue set up, warming up.

A further few, brutally cold, few trips to loot the ship of what I safely can before I can close that latch for good. Lock away the horrors to be found there. Stacking everything up and off to the side for him. I'm pretty sure I even found his wallet. So at least? He won't be destitute. Then, while the droids transferred the last of the wreck's fuel? I start to bring up the heat back to normal. Slowly.

Once all is said and down, I silence the emergency beacon and send in the mandatory report. Might be a while before a cleaning crew can get out here... but, well... at least those poor bastard's family's would have some closure. Life insurance. That sort if thing.

.....fuck today has been shit.

"Ooooh go on a vacaaaaation~" Everybody said. "You're so overworked!" They had said. "So STRESSED! You definitely won't find a ship full of corpses!" Thanks for that, guys! Having SUCH a great time. No, REALLY.

Detaching from the wreckage is almost... no, IS horrific in how easy it is. It just... float away. Silent, dark, and gentle. A cold bit of nothingness, lost in the void. Sinking into the stars with it's cargo full of dead, like... like nothing happened at all. It looks so small. Just a twisted bit of metal. Drifting... drifting... away....

Even with the heaters bringing the heat back up, I feel cold.

That could have been me.

What the hell happened? I tear my eyes away from the view screen. Back down to the dash board. Standard operating procedure is to grab the black box of a wreck, even if you find no survivors. Helps universal safety innovation and regulatory blah blah blah. Had to drill it into my head to even GET my license. So... so now... there it is. Grabbed.

I... COULD look.

Fiddling with my rescues wallet, I stare at it. It's hella illegal. Breach of privacy. You can't just... just go into someone's ship and poke around. Look up where they've been and who they've been talking too about what. All their data would be on that thing. Soothing MY anxiety is not more important then THEIR boundaries, right? I should leave it.

I flip the wallet open. My rescue's smiling face grins back up at me, like some sort of dork at a photo shoot. He's leaning against an advertisement for, ironically, Starline. Probably the same beach that convinced me to go. All relaxed confidence and swagger, he looks nothing like the half frozen man I dragged from that ship.

My rescue has lost weight. A concerning amount of color. But? Looking at the rich black of the eyes and the point of his teeth? He seem to be either mostly or full blooded Deep Sea Aqualin. Thank FUCK.

There was a celebrity Tropical Region Aqualin a while back that my baby cousin was weirdly obsessed with. Not stalking obsessed, but? The "family is concerned" obsessed, you know? We all ended up learning WAY too much about their entire species. WAY, WAY too much.

Dea Sea Aqualin are apparently just? Built different. Like, "can withstand a degree of pressure and cold and would kill most others" different. The dehydration might still get him, but the cold? Might NOT.

Flipping the wallet closed, I ignore my gut. I don't need to see what's on that black box. Yeah, I'd find out what happened after they lost propulsion. But? Watching doomed men die? That's sick. There's nothing worth finding there. It's just anxiety.

I reset my next jump. The sooner we get to the next port, the sooner my Rescue (X'alus, apparently) can get help. Then? I head back to check on him. I think, he might be stirring. Approaching the mound of blankets, it turns out I'm right.

" 'rm?" He manages to slur, voices crackling like it's a fight to get anything out. "Wh're 'm? Who?"

There is no good way to tell someone a whole ship full of crewmates is... gone. But, fuck, if I don't try. Gently sitting him up, I help him drink from a hydration pouch. Little at a time, so as not to stress his likely starved stomach. He leans, boneless, towards me. Like he wishes he could drag himself into my lap. Staring like I hold the secrets to the universe.

"Pre'ty. Warm. You sav'd me?"

I nod, shooting him a smile as I tuck the blanket more firmly around him. Poor guy is still pretty weak. But he's healing fast. That's good. He smiles back, bright predators teeth glinting in the ship's light. (Bit unhinged looking, but hey, he seems loopy.)

"Y're my hero~ pre'ty, pre'ty hero~!"

"Arn't I lucky? You found me!"

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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↳ pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : memories lost, memories found ( part 2 !! )

↳ authors note : i'm very sorry if this doesn't fit anyones expectations or standards, as i dont really like this myself :( i might take a short tiny break, mostly to get my rhythm back! thank yaurrr <3

There's a small crowd that surrounds the Cloudford area, whispers and chatters coming from bystanders and even a few Cloud Knights. All step out of the way when JING YUAN walks through, but their stares spark an uneasy feeling in him. What could be causing such a stir between the people?

Once he makes it to the front, there's a sight of what seems to be a person just about his age wearing parts and pieces of different Cloud Knight armor and clothing. "Let me go!" The muffled voice yells due to their headpiece.

Jing Yuan kneels down in front of them, grabbing them by the chin and making them look at him. Though he couldn't see their face, the slight startle in their body language was as clear as day. "Stop..!-" They beg, trying to pull away but the grip around their wrist makes it impossible to move.

They attempt to move their head away, but the slow slip of their mask makes them panic further. Once it fully falls, Jing Yuan's eyes widen as he takes a moment to absorb their features. Your features. The fear in your expression causes him to stumble, dropping the mask as he realizes exactly who you are. "(name?)" He'll say as soft as a whisper, about to reach his hand out for your cheek but the adrenaline and fear gives you enough strength to give one strong tug and free yourself.

"Wait!-" He'll yell, but you ignore his pleas and turn your back. Running as fast as your feet can take you, and he has no idea what comes over him, but he picks himself up and chase after you. He thought he lost you, that he'd never see you again, so he's not about to lose you when you're right there.

You disappear somewhere in an area surrounded by crates, but something, an odd sixth sense was telling him that you were there somewhere. A sense that he once failed to listen to, on the day he lost you, and he was not about to make that same mistake. "(name).." Jing Yuan's footsteps grow closer, and you use one hand to muffle your sobs as you hid in one of the containers

You watch as he steps inside, looking down at you as you refused to meet his gaze. Burying your head into your knees as you sniffle. "I-"

"I know what you're going to say." You began, lifting your head up slightly but not quite enough to look at him. Not after all those years you had left him alone to suffer. "Why didn't I come back? Why did I leave you to be alone?" You say with a growing frustration in your tone, not at him, but to yourself. As if what you're saying was directed at you, at what you did in the past. "W-well.. I didn't know what to do, okay? Everyone thought I was dead, or even Mara-struck. I was afraid of returning at the idea that many would think that I am a monster, I certainly looked the part after the incident.. B-but look at you! You're.. the General, just like we knew you would be! And.. you've been good without me. I knew you would be okay even when I'm not around, and maybe I could be wrong but.. Y-you're better than ever, aren't you?"

You can feel his hand make its way to the top of your head, and as you spoke, it would slowly travel downwards to the side of your head and he finally pauses at your cheek. "Stop with your silence, idiot! I don't want your pity, nor your forgiveness, just.. say something!"

He slowly lifts your head, to reveal the gentleness of his soul that mirrored through his eyes. The way he opens his lips but no words come out makes you feel like the world has gone quiet, as if the world itself held its breath and was waiting for his answer.

"When I closed my eyes, your blurred face was all I would see. So now that I'm here, your face in my hands, despite my eyes wide open.. I'm just hoping you don't disappear when I let go."

A shaky breath escapes your lips, inhaling as it turns into a breathless laugh. Tears forming in your eyes as you pull him into a tight hug, blubbering nonsense that were intended to be words. You had so much to say, so much to do, yet all you wanted was this moment to last forever. Being in the arms of the person you missed the most.

And on Jing Yuan's end, it all feels like a dream. Your arms wrapped around his chest, your tears staining his shoulder and the way your racing heartbeat was pressed against his own. A heart to heart, one could say, but he can't process that this is all real. You're real, and you're right here.

"Please don't go." He breathes out, one hand around your waist, the other the top of your head to pull you closer and practically burying you into his shoulder. "I'd never dream of it, never again. Don't lose me again."

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always-and-forever-alone · 19 days ago

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[Apples only stay good for so long]

[Draco malfoy x reader]

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Summary: [in Draco's final moments with you, he can't help but remember your little moments that will stay with him forever]

TW: [no happy ending, angst, death, to late]

short, idk if I wrote him well, its been awhile sense i read for hi

every time the text is like this it is a memory, and when it's back to normal it is back to the present

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Draco stopped, no longer hearing the yelling, the explosions, the people casting out spells because it might be their last, not even the screams of others; He just heard you, yelling.

The spell struck you squarely in the chest, and your nearly lifeless body slammed against the concrete wall behind you. He was far away, and perhaps it was just his imagination, but he heard the dull thud of your body hitting the wall.

'Hey,' you said, tilting your head to the left as Draco entered the Room of Requirement. 'How long have you been down here? I didn’t see you at the Great Hall.' It had been about two weeks since he had mentioned the cabinet to you. 'Oh, I didn't even realize the time'

He sighed, "How far have you gotten?" he asked. "I think I have an idea of how to make things transfer things properly." I gave him a half-smile. He leaned down and kissed me. This wasn't common for us. I hid my face, trying to conceal the blush. We had decided not to define our relationship to avoid drawing attention to myself; we only really hung out during the night.

His feet started moving before his mind. He scoped you in his arms, not caring if he got hit, or that he was in a vulnerable. He didn't care that he was uncharacteristically crying. You reached up, touching his face. He knew you had very little time but couldn't let the thought in his head; instead, he just yelled for help.

The Yule Ball was supposed to be an exciting event, but Draco felt nothing but jealousy. He watched as you danced with your friends—just friends. But the thought nagged at him: what if they got the wrong idea? He just wanted to dance with you, to show everyone that they didn’t stand a chance while he was there.

"You’re going to break that glass," Blaise said from beside me. I glanced down at the cup I was holding and set it down. "Just go ask her; you’re friends, so just play it off like that," Blaise continued. 'Fine'

No one heard, not with all that was going on. He felt your body grow heavy. "Don't close your eyes. Please.... please" he picks you up. He starts moving towards the castle; he needss to get you safe. He's walking trend into running.

It was a late night, and the air was thick with an unsettling feeling. You couldn't sleep, so you Decided that you needed some fresh air; you made your way up to the Australian tower. Sitting on the cold floor, your feet hanging over the edge. Your hands and head are pressed against the railing. You heard steps coming your way; slowly, the person slid next to you. 'I knew there was a 50/50 chance you'd show up' I wispier. 'What's wrong?' he asked in a voice; he was always tired now; it worried you.

'Just worried about the future' I wispier, moving into his side. He raped his arm around me 'This is so uncharacteristic of you,' I mutter, face laying on his chest, 'you make me act differently, it's quite annoying'

Now here he sat in the castle, while you lay on a blanket roll. You had passed away an hour ago, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Eventually, he reached out and pulled you into his arms. It made things so much more painful when he felt your cold skin. You were one of the only good things that had happened to him, one of the few things in his life that shone brighter than the darkness.

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Hoped you liked it, byeee

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abbysimsfun · 5 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 57 (Reaping Rewards?)

The morning after Heather and Conrad's trip to the lighthouse, he returned from an early morning run with Gord and checked the mail. (That mailbox came with the house in the gallery and I feel great leaving it.) Along with the usual collection of bills and flyers for the fish market down at the docks, a strange newsletter, advertising a so-called "Recipe for Life," had been delivered.

Heather put down the trifold from the Ambrosia Society. She'd never heard of it. "It's a little strange we were just talking about ghosts and unfinished business, and the next day a newsletter arrives talking about ambrosia," she mused.

They weren't sure whether to be intrigued or disturbed - perhaps a little of both - but they couldn't deny their curiosity. Conrad looked them up on his phone. "They look legit, and I can check them out on the police computers on Monday - but you're almost a master gardener and you're already a master cook. Sorta seems like a challenge you could meet without even trying."

"I could learn to make ambrosia treats along with the Recipe for Life, as the newsletter calls it. I've stuck to wellness treats so far, but lots of pet owners ask about ambrosia. Maybe ambrosia treats could help you track down that dog you heard at the lighthouse. And knowing how to make ambrosia could definitely come in handy if the Landgraab curse strikes again."

"What does it say we have to do?"

"We need to get this thing called a Grimophone, then plant a lily and a snapdragon. I should ask my mother for help but I think whoever sent the newsletter eventually wants us to graft and grow a death flower in exchange for the recipe. She harvests them sometimes and taught me how when I was younger; she can sell them for a lot of money, but we don't have a lot of indoor space and the plants are seasonal. We'd probably have to use the hall outside Ash's room."

"Not that I think it's a great idea to give a toddler a bunch of thorny plants, and you know what I think about the curse, but if you load up Ash with a bundle of death flowers, no curse would ever be able to touch him. He'd need at least nine lives," said Conrad.

"Maybe when he's older." She frowned. "I'd rather not scare him or lie to him about what they're for. But doing this could help keep him safe. That's all I want."

Despite their busy lifestyles, they were more attracted to the challenge set forth in the newsletter with each passing thought.

"I don't mind cooking more, learning the recipe myself. I meant it when I said I'd do anything to keep you and Ash safe, but we're a team, and you're not going to do this alone," he said. "It's dangerous messing around with death."

Visiting her family in Henford, Heather picked up some flower seeds from her expert botanist mother and asked her sister-in-law, a walking Simpedia on all kinds of topics, about the Grimophone.

"My mother has one," said Cass. "Anything paranormal, you name it. She bought it."

"What does it do?"

"It plays any music you want, but the real trick is it'll help you summon the Grim Reaper. If you go see my mother, she'd be happy to show it to you."

After work one rainy evening, Heather and Conrad stopped by to visit Bella Goth at her mansion in Cavalier Cove. Through her years spent obsessing over the supernatural, she'd collected various items that now took up space in her attic.

Heather was nervous. "And summoning the Grim Reaper will help us learn to make ambrosia? It won't do anything else...like unleash death and destruction?"

"From Grimmie? Hardly! He's just a courier. Jokes he wears bicycle shorts under all those black robes."

"You know the Grim Reaper?"

"He was the last person to see my brother alive, so I had to find a way to talk to him. But he was so kind. We struck up a nice friendship."

"According to the newsletter, we'll probably have to make friends with him, too."

"I bet Grimmie asked the society to set the challenge just so he could make a bunch of new friends! He knows plenty of people know how to make ambrosia, but he wishes people were less afraid of him. Culling sims all day can be a lonely existence, you know."

Bella led them upstairs and pulled out her old Grimophone, blowing off the dust to reveal a music player made of matte black steel. "If you want, I could pull out the seance table and you could ask the spirits about ambrosia. That should help you learn the recipe in no time."

Conrad stepped forward. "Is it safe?"

"I haven't used it in years so it might be a little shaky, but the spirits who stick around to answer simple questions are harmless. Mostly departed mentors who miss teaching."

She sat with Heather and Conrad at the small round table draped in purple and gold cloth. She blew away more dust, and Heather's allergies made her sneeze.

"Watcher bless you," said Bella. "It's especially important to say such a thing if you sneeze around a seance table. We don't need any spirits stealing your soul!"

"This is a bad idea. Heather, maybe we should think more about this."

"Conrad, it's okay. I still have my soul," Heather assured him. "We're here for Ash, so we might as well ask about the ambrosia."

Bella showed them how to convene with the spirits with their palms open on the table. She chanted a rhyme that sounded faintly Omiscan, and suddenly a blue flame flickered to life before their eyes.

Floating above the table, the flame bent it's shape into a hoop, like a tunnel for spirits and sims to commune on one plane. Heather seemed possessed, swaying with the pulsing circle above their heads as jumbled Simlish spewed from her lips.

"What's happening to her?" Conrad was frightened, but Bella smiled warmly.

"She's fine. They're just having a conversation."

"Make it stop!"

"They'll only be a few minutes. If I pull her out before they're finished, she might not be able to get in touch with them again. They think it's rude if you just leave."

"Is she even conscious?"

"In a way."

"Could she get...stuck?"

"Oh, that's rare!" She laughed while Conrad's heartrate quickened.

"Mrs. Goth, if anything happens to her in there-"

"What's going on?"

Bella's son, Alexander, walked nonchalantly into the room. The flaming blue portal to another dimension didn't phase him.

"Heather's travelling with some of my old gear, sweetheart."

"Is this that newsletter thing?"

"This was my idea," she admitted. "But Heather's fine."

"Do you think you'll be done before Lydia gets back from spin class? This might freak her out a bit."

Finally, disappearing as rapidly as it first appeared, the blue light released Heather from her trance. "Wow!" she breathed, lowering her hands and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. "That was nuts! How long was I out?"

"A few minutes, just like I expected." Bella shot Conrad a satisfied grin while his shoulders dropped in relief.

"I just went to school and learned about ambrosia for three days. I feel like I could make ambrosia treats in my sleep! They said we can only learn the Recipe for Life by following the instructions as they're given, and the next thing we need to do is summon the Grim Reaper on the Grimophone."

"Did you want mine?"

"You don't need it?"

"Grim and I are such good friends, I can just call him on my phone. Go ahead, have fun, but it drops a fair bit of soot in the air from the horn. Just a warning!"

When they returned home, Conrad held her close, still unnerved by what he witnessed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Conrad, I'm fine," she insisted. "It wasn't a big deal. It was school. Nothing dangerous."

"If we use Mrs. Goth's table again, you're not travelling or whatever she called it. I will. I can't let anything happen to you."

She didn't mind his protective stance despite her independence. He always made her feel safe, and she wanted him to see where she'd been so he'd know the place was nothing to fear. But they were both exhausted by the events in Bella's attic, and they decided to wait to use the borrowed Grimophone.

For now, they'd plant their seeds and wait to see if the Ambrosia Society sent another newsletter. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: As a master vet Heather knew how to make ambrosia treats. She's had a couple in reserve for a long time, but I'm pretending they're not there yet. She hasn't sold or used one because I've been plotting this paranormal storyline and wasn't sure when to bring it in, but Reapers Rewards presented a great opportunity, especially with death on their minds so recently with Ash's accident, and Heather constantly trying to improve her clinic's rating. Yesterday's post was always meant as a soft launch, but it wasn't going to get this supernatural for a while!

The storyline is actually for Conrad more than Heather, but these two are an excellent team so I don't mind that I accidentally sent Heather through the flame portal and not Conrad. He was legit upset, raising his voice to Bella while it was happening, so that stuff wrote itself and proved he's as incredible as we all think he is. Plus Heather's the one with the skills that will hopefully make this challenge a breeze, let me collect quasi-free stuff and write while Conrad gets some skills up, so they're definitely going to do this one together.

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thasadismflower · 3 months ago

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A night of drinking (Long read romance with smut. Just wanted to explain my dreams of being a horny t4t business woman)

A cold Friday night has struck you... You've found yourself in my apartment, the lights are low and warm, and we're both in our work-outfits, buttons undone and shoes off.

The workplace is no space for us, but our sanctuary is found in each other’s homes, you keep staring at me as the champagne goes between your lips more and more often, you can't stop staring at this point your body needs to stare. You feel like such a pervert but you know there's a spark between us so you can't help but nurture it.

You scan your eyes, catching your gaze on all the pretty points, letting out short sighs knowing that you could never tell me of your love for me. Our workplace wouldn't allow it.

I know you're looking at me, I'm looking at you too, Your binder showing through your unbuttoned shirt, I don't see the binder though, I see a bare chest, I see a handsome individual staring right back at me, a man is tipsy and checking me out. It's almost exhilarating to be ogled at in such a way. A light flush appears across my face, a shock to most considering the regular cold gaze.

I make a move towards you, champagne in my left hand and my right hand traipsing across your arms, running up your shoulders and eventually caressing your jawline, Stood behind you and towering above you by a few inches, You can feel my heartbeat, it's slow but the more I take in your sweet scents, the harder it beats.

You can feel me caressing your jaw now, letting out a soft pant as I begin to lick the top of your ear, taking a bite and gently nibbling, grabbing your neck as soon as the nibble connects.

You feel shocked, letting out a little whimper, knowing you wanted this so badly you're trying to contain your excitement, you can’t help but drop the glass in your hand it cracks and the champagne splatters on both of our clothes.

"Oh dear... That'll stain."

You drunkenly hear me mumble to myself, before dragging you by the arm to the laundry room I finish my drink on the way and leave it on a tableside. The entire time I'm grinning at you, wildly, laughing and giggling at the idea of your sweet little noises I'd just heard you make Mimicking them teasingly with such an insidious grin on my face.

Upon entering the laundry room, I grab your belt, unbuckling it from behind you again and shuffling your trousers down. You're in your boxers. They're sodden, visibly sodden it's embarrassing. You didn't know how to feel, You had such strong feelings for me yet you couldn't imagine ever actually going through with it. You're throbbing for me your body's carnal desires becoming ever more present. The need growing more and more as I grind against you slight continuing my teasing of your ear.

My skirt comes off with it, simply left in the tights I was wearing and a now untucked dress-shirt the tights hug my thighs well but as you look and focus from the drunken horny daze you see me in a garter and belt-setup, I lift you by your hips, wrapping your legs around me as I place you upon the washing machine, you're stunned at how easily you are to be picked up... Never underestimate a drunk woman's strength.

Immediately, now that you were face to face with me, my drunken lips turn in for a kiss.

Your mind lights up, "FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!!" is running through your little mind, you let me kiss you deeply and longingly, grabbing clumps of your hair and moaning with each kiss. You can't cope, your breath speeds up and you slowly begin shuffling your hips to try and beg for something.

My hand slides down from your hip to between your thighs, finding their way into your underwear, the entire time the kiss continues. Only growing more and more in intensity. Our tongues inevitably breach the barriers, and they intertwine, lovingly dance along each other’s surface, the bumps of the taste buds feeling like water along each other.

My spit dribbles out the side of my mouth as I now begin rolling my fingers over your throbbing tdick, Jerking it off between my index and middle finger, your moans only entering my mouth now, I pull away for air, grinning at you as you now look down to my hand in your underwear, whimpers escaping your lips as I torture your tdick.

"Wow. It’s... I can feel you pulsing, you're twitching..."

I seemed genuinely stunned, continuing to speed up and slow down just to tease your body, I could feel your warmth rushing through your body the alcohol mixed in with the lust had turned you into a radiator.

Slowly but surely, I push my fingers down further, releasing your tdick from my grasp; I gently push those same fingers into your needy fucking hole. Gently rolling them as I move them in and out, you’re begging for me, needing me.

The power dynamic of me being your workplace supervisor was driving your submissive mind insane. You couldn't hold back and quickly wrapped your arms around my chest. Hiding your bright red face into my neck as the pulsing became more intense. Your panting drowning out the slow jazz vinyl that was playing in the other room. Although... I wasn't complaining, it was much better than any other music piece I'd heard before.

You begin to quiver, your body shaking and writhing as you tighten around the now rapid fingers that stretch your hole... Your juices pooling on my washing machine. Within due time, you grab me as tight as possible causing nail marks to shred into my back, a rush of fluids come out of you. Your body twitches several times, with each relieving push more and more fluids run with it.

"Mmhn... Oh wow... All that? For me?"

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wanderingaldecaldo · 1 month ago

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2025 Writing Resolutions

I'm not usually one for resolutions but I've been kicking around the idea of having some writing goals after the post I shared last week, and came up with a few that are feasible:

Finish the first draft for one (or both!) of the stories I started last year in new-to-me fandoms

Edit and post the Presidential PWP

Finish the DA:I Blackwall fic that's been 95% complete for years

Daily 15min sprint

Some personal musings about writing (and reading) and WIPs under the cut.

Last fall I lost my Cyberpunk hyperfixation but, after three years of nonstop Val and Mitch (and Rosalind) through VP and modding, it's been a boon to my writing, and once more I'm reminded why I love hate one of my oldest hobbies. I really wish I could reassure my younger self that actually, no, I'll never run out of things to write.

Over my tumblr break, I rewatched the whole Daniel Craig Bond series, all because I really wanted to watch Skyfall, my fave of the entire franchise. Something new happened this time around as I watched the films — Judi Dench and Daniel Craig's chemistry gripped me by the throat and wouldn't let go.

I'm not generally one to visit AO3 (or ff.net back in the day) after consuming a piece of media; I could list out the ones that have on two hands, and still have several fingers left over, even with including the new ones mentioned here.

This time, I was lucky to have found a ship with a backlog of fics to work through. For weeks I read fics, and rewatched their scenes ad nauseam, ever thankful I'd bought the 4-disc set and wasn't reliant having the correct streaming service. Eventually inspiration struck and I started what I thought would be a oneshot. But where there's a WIP there's always more ideas lurking around the corner, and suddenly the oneshot developed into two chapters, with the second spinning quickly into a third.

Over the course of a two-week head cold that knocked out all writing aspirations, I binged all of Ted Lasso and became enamored with the characters and themes, but especially the relationship between Ted and Rebecca. As I watched, I didn't know the status of the show; in fact I had assumed season 4 was in the works. :sad trombone: No slow burn for me. After I finished it, I wanted to rewatch it immediately but decided not to; I wanted to sit with it first, to let it digest. I really didn't think I'd reach the AO3 stage — usually it's like the proverbial bolt of lightning that strikes quickly — but this time, appropriately, it was the friends-to-lovers trope that I adore.

Again, I was lucky to find a veritable treasure trove of fics. I wasn't the only one who wanted more of those two, and again, I found myself inspired with an idea that was two lines of dialog and half a scene held together with spit and twine, and since then it's spaghettied into —yes, you guessed it — three chapters.

Neither of them are anywhere close to being shitty first drafts; they're hand-scratched pages written over consecutive nights where I wrote seven sentences, or maybe seven words or even paragraphs, before nodding off over the notebook. The 00M fic has 2k words transcribed, and that's just the first half of the first chapter, while the rest is mostly vibes and smut, and now there's a fourth chapter, because of course there is. The tedbecca has less than a quarter of that, but it's at least all transcribed now.

Enter Cyberpunk 2.2 and remaking Val and falling in love with this stupid kleptopunk streetrat all over again. Glory shared a "what AO3 tag are you" quiz and I got "only one bed" and said it was ironic since I'd never written one, and she jokingly (???) challenged me to change that. Welp, friends, my brain couldn't stop poking at that and now I have an idea for a new fic featuring fan fave "only one bed" trope, and also a fix-it, another first. Usually I am content to leave canon as is and play within the margins and behind-the-scenes of what we're given, though maybe I will add my own touch to scenes; but I always felt that Driss's death was cheap and easy to avoid. Maybe if we'd been given an actual RPG with real choices, it could have been, but that's a topic for a different rant.

And with the reignited love for Cyberpunk, plus the desire to mark things off my to-do list, I opened the Presidential PWP tonight when I was going through my folders, and my god, it happened — I'd forgotten it! I read a few paragraphs and decided I need to save the reread for another night when I can read it uninterrupted and take fresh notes on it. Probably should recruit a beta, too.

Another very long standing to-do is the Blackwall fic. I started it in maybe 2015, and worked on it off-and-on for a couple of years alongside a ME Shakarian/Shaeed love triangle (don't at me), trading off between them as the hyperfixations switched back and forth. The Blackwall fic is a true oneshot and has been waiting on an ending for for 6+ years now. It's literally 95% done, and I fucking adore it so much, and just need to Write It, and get that draft out the door (and maybe to a beta? idk, we'll see).

So that gets to the last resolution — this is the one that I know I'll fail in that I won't do it daily; I will miss days. But it's an aspirational goal, and I know firsthand how beneficial writing daily is, even if I only get a few words out of it. It still gets the ol' compost bin in my brain going in the background, churning all those ideas and thoughts into more WIPs.

I've also been thinking about the why. Writing is one of my oldest hobbies, following reading and video games. Returning to the Cyberpunk setting runs the risk of me picking up VP and modding again, newer hobbies that offer faster and more immediate feedback from other fans; hobbies that I know will cut into both my desire to write and my free time. By writing out my... writing resolutions, it will be easier to remember my priorities for the year.

Rat asked about our writing accomplishments in 2024. I answered that I wrote four new characters in two new-to-me fandoms, and that I let myself move from projects as did my interest without guilt. Now, it feels freeing to have four fandoms and a dozen stories to choose between when I want to write, but I will say the color-coded notebooks are getting hard to keep track of.

#maybe writing itself is the new hyperfixation? 🤔#if we share a server you can ping me for writing sprints!#or even if you just want to dm me that's cool too!#also hi 👋 i'm not back-back but i'm around #i haven't re-downloaded the app yet so i guess that's when i'm back? idk lol #personal #about fanfic #about writing #writing resolutions

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paralyze-fic · 1 year ago

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Paralyze.

Chapter 60

Warning: sex between minors, rimming, fingering, protected sex. Long chapter, 3000+ words.

Right in front of the front door, I stopped. I was going to grab my keys, when I felt what I bought with my money. Quickly, I hid the condoms in my pants pocket and the lube inside my hoodie, being held by the waistband of my underwear.

I made sure nothing was visible or looked too suspicious before I opened the door.

I took off my shoes and placed my keys on the table by the door. My feet took me to the kitchen, my dad was still cooking, so I just placed the milk on the fridge and the flour on the cabinet.

"Dad," I called him as I handed him his wallet, he smiled and took it, putting it in his pocket.

Without saying anything, I went up to my room and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My heart was beating fast and I quickly took off my hoodie, hiding the lube and condoms in my underwear drawer, under everything.

Now, I went down to the kitchen, so I could get the pancake batter ready for tomorrow.

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When I finished mixing it, I covered the bowl with some film to put it inside the fridge, and I helped my dad cook dinner, even though there wasn't much that was left to do.

Right as I placed the plates on the table, the twins and mom walked in.

"You can go take a shower if you want, (M/n)." I smiled and nodded, excusing myself and going up to take a quick shower.

I did have a private bathroom, but with so many things on my mind, I forgot. It was good that I did.

After like ten minutes, I walked out, wearing my sleepwear, otherwise it would've been suspicious to be wearing normal clothes this late.

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During the entire dinner, I didn't say a single thing, the nervousness didn't let me. But I did snap out of my daze when I heard my name being called, "(M/n)...?" It was my mother.

"Sorry, I was... thinking about something." I showed her a grin, and she just nodded at me.

"How have you been at U.A.?" It took me a while to answer, but as I thought about my response, the images of Katsuki flashed in my mind, making me smile like a love-struck teenager.

"It's been amazing," my eyes moved down to my food, and I kept eating when nobody said anything else.

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When the clock hit ten-fifty, I got a message.

BabySuki;

You can come over, (M/n).

I'll be waiting for you~

I let out a breath, and silently I got up, changed out of my pajamas and grabbed what I needed. My phone, too. And I mentally cursed to myself when I remembered that I left my keys downstairs.

But anyway, I moved my window blinds and looked out. My bedroom was on the second floor, so I was searching for somebody outside to stop their legs and be able to jump out of my window.

Bingo.

I saw a man walking and talking on his phone from the street across my house, I stopped his legs and I heard his groan from here. I enhanced my legs and sat on my window, getting ready to jump.

My fall wasn't as noisy as I expected, so it was easy to just speedwalk from here to Katsuki's house.

On my way there, my hands were shaking and I was almost sweating. I was beyond nervous, like, you have no idea how fucking scared I am right now. Setting an alarm on my phone proved to be quite difficult.

But when I saw the Bakugou's household, I knew I couldn't back out now. So, trying to calm myself down, I got my phone out to text Katsuki.

;I'm here.

Before even a minute passed after my text, the front door was opening, and Katsuki was there.

As I got close I noticed his appearance. He was wearing a tight tank top and loose sweatpants, but his face was red and he seemed to be almost drooling.

For an instant, I got worried that he might be sick or something, but when I stood in front of him, he just yanked me inside his house and jumped on me, wrapping my hips with his legs.

I closed the door behind me, and I placed him against it. He smirked and bit his bottom lip, making me lick my lips instinctively.

"You can do whatever you want to me, (M/n)." Katsuki muttered and his legs tightened his grip on my hips, making me get closer to him, "I'm yours tonight~"

My hand moved up to his face, and I cupped his cheeks, smiling at him sweetly, "I'm going to make love to you, Katsuki." I kissed him slowly, parting my lips to let my tongue out, caressing his plump lips.

Katsuki let me in, and as our tongues collided I walked us to his room. When I reached the stairs, unfortunately, I had to back away, but Katsuki leaned down to my neck, where he left plenty of kisses and a few bites.

It felt good, and every time his lips or teeth touched my sweet spot a shiver ran down my spine, making me hold him tighter.

After I opened his bedroom door, I laid him down on his bed, going back to the door to lock it.

When I turned back around, the sight in front of me made my blood boil south. Katsuki had his hand under his pants and underwear.

But he wasn't touching his dick.

"(M/n)... I want you... here..." he said between gasps as his body squirmed around on his bed.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I got out the lube and condoms, placing them on his nightstand so I could take off my hoodie and shoes.

I got in between his legs and leaned down to kiss him again. He hugged me, and I felt the heat of his palm against me, but my t-shirt was tugged away from my skin, and I felt it falling off me.

When it was dangling from my shoulder, I snickered and pulled back.

"You could've told me to take it off, I loved this shirt," he chuckled and sat up, making me do it too.

"I liked it too, but it was covering the view of my hot boyfriend," I laughed at his comment, remembering a previous conversation.

"I am not 'hot', Katsuki." He groaned and sat on my lap, wrapping my neck with his arms.

"You do, but nobody knows because I'm the only one allowed to see it," Katsuki kissed me and I held his thighs, squeezing them every time his hips moved against mine.

We parted for a second and I took off his tank top, throwing it somewhere in the room. I slipped my hands inside his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, Katsuki moaned against my lips and laid down, taking me down with him.

"Undress me, (M/n)." I licked my lips as I slowly pulled down Katsuki's pants, caressing his smooth skin on the way.

I threw them somewhere too, and I noticed Katsuki looking down at my lower body, the tent inside my pants was noticeable and the want in his eyes was too. He wanted me and that made me flustered, but also a bit relieved.

I leaned down to kiss him again. His hand pushed down on my lower back to make me press against him. My hips moved on their own with Katsuki's, and we grinded on each other for a while as I wondered how I should prepare him, and I pulled away when I decided.

"Turn around, Katsuki." He looked at me confused.

"What for?" I gulped nervously and stroked his face.

"I have to prepare you, puppy." Katsuki blushed and shook his head.

"I-I can do it on my own, y... you don't need t-to..." I smiled softly at him and pecked his lips.

"I know, but I want to do it. Would you let me?" His blush remained, darkening even, but he nodded, and hesitantly, he turned around.

I held his hips and made him lift them, keeping his upper body pressed on the bed. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

A pink and puckered entrance greeted me. I bit my lip and my breath quickened. I heard Katsuki groan and I looked at him.

"This is so embarrassing..." I grinned and moved over him to kiss him in between his shocker blades.

"I know baby, but I'll do it as fast as I can, okay?" He nodded pressing his face on the pillow and gripping the bedsheets.

I moved back to my previous position and took a deep breath... Okay, here I go.

My head lowered and I poked my tongue out, slowly dragging it against his hole.

"Wha-!" Katsuki turned his head to look over his shoulder, "(M/n) that's d-dirty, don't... do that-ah!" I interrupted him by pressing my tongue harder, penetrating him.

Katsuki was whimpering a lot, covering his face with the pillows and gripping the bedsheets. His hips were thrusting back at me, only fueling my confidence and allowing me to keep going.

"Ahh! Yes, t-that's so good... your tongue is... amazin-AH! (M/n)~"

Without backing away, I looked at Katsuki's body. He was trembling and whining quite a bit, so I moved my tongue around a bit more, before pulling away.

Katsuki's legs gave out under him as he struggled to steady his breath, and I reached out to grab the bottle of lube. I opened it and squeezed, getting some of the transparent and sticky substance on my fingers. He was already wet inside, so as I pressed my index on his entrance, it went in with ease.

Katsuki groaned, and with shaky legs, he raided his hips again. I moved my finger around a bit, loosening him enough before pressing my middle finger, and pushing it in.

"Gh... ahh~" Katsuki moaned quietly as my fingers stretched him out slowly. I leaned down to plant kisses on his shoulders and back, trying to relax him. I had two fingers inside of him, while my free arm was over his shoulder.

Katsuki gripped my bicep and the bed sheets, gasping every few seconds.

But, where was this spot...?

I moved my fingers around experimentally, pressing randomly against his tight walls, feeling around as I searched for small a bump, until-

"GAH~!" Katsuki's back arched as he moaned out loudly, and I kept pressing there, thrusting my fingers in and out of him. "Ah! (M/n)!" His forehead rested on my forearm, the moaning muffled by the pillow.

But I wanted him to keep moaning like that.

So I put in a third finger and pressed hard on his prostate.

"Fuck!" Katsuki was moaning nonstop now. I couldn't really see his expression, but with the noises he was letting out, I knew how good he was feeling. "Yes yes yes! There... please, do it... there-ah!"

A sudden stinging pain filled my arm, and when I looked over Katsuki's shoulder, I saw why. He was biting my arm, harshly. Probably drawing out some blood. It was weirdly arousing, seeing Katsuki attempting to cover how good he was feeling.

Now my sadistic side was coming out.

My fingers curled constantly against his prostate without giving him a break, making his body tremble with pleasure.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm-Ahh! I'm cu-cumming..." his moans and whimpers were music to my ears, and I moved my fingers quicker, "(M/N)!"

His body shook underneath me, and I rode out his climax, slowly stroking his prostate. When his breathing was normalizing, I pulled my fingers out of him and made him turn to look at me.

I inspected his body and then the bedsheets, but I found no semen stain.

"Did you just have a... dry orgasm?" He nodded weakly and I smiled at him sweetly, leaning down to kiss his red cheeks. "Do you want to stop, Katsuki? You seem already worn out."

He shook his head eagerly from side to side, "I want this... and you want it too... I'll be fine, (M/n)." His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me.

Katsuki's hands trailed down to my chest before going lower to grip the hem of my pants

"Take them off," he mumbled against my lips, and I got up from him, taking off my pants and underwear.

When I was completely naked, Katsuki's eyes widened as he stared at me up and down, I felt kind of conscious about my body, but I tried to push that feeling away.

I got in between his legs again, and as soon as I did, Katsuki held my neck and wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me down in an instant to kiss me. He was moving his hips towards me, my hardened dick gracing his entrance, making us gasp.

"Katsuki, wait... I need the... condom..." I said in between breaths as he wouldn't stop trying to get my dick inside of him.

"I want it in... now, I don't care about the fucking condom..." he muttered desperately in my ear, his warm breath on my skin making me tremble, "(M/n), I need you~"

Closing my eyes tightly and breathing heavily, I calmed myself down. When I thought about this situation, I imagined a calm and loving scene, I never would've imagined Katsuki would be this desperate... for my dick.

I reached out to grab a condom, and I opened it, prying myself away from Katsuki's hold and put it on. Now, the lube-

"You don't need that," Katsuki growled as he pushed me, making me sit on his bed, he leaned down and kept his hips raised before looking up at me and smirking. "Enjoy my mouth, (M/n)."

What...?

A groan escaped my mouth when Katsuki wrapped his swollen lips on my shaft. I gulped and stared down at him.

He was taking my cock so greedily... but if he keeps going I'll be cumming soon. I let him bob his head a few times, as I gasp and hold onto my self-control.

"Katsuki... t-that's en-enough..." I held his shoulder and pushed him away, he groaned around me, making me bite my tongue at the pleasure it sent through my body, but I made him sit up.

"I was just-" I interrupted him as I kissed him, slowly and carefully, conveying to him how important this moment was, and how we shouldn't rush anything because of our hormones.

Katsuki moaned against my lips and hugged my neck, his fingers playing with my hair as I made him lie on the bed once more.

"Now," I whispered on his lips when we barely separated to take a breath, "I'll be doing the rest, it'll hurt but... I will be gentle, okay?" Katsuki looked into my eyes, his crimson-coloured ones looking so soft and vulnerable as he nodded once.

"I love you, (M/n)." My breath hitched, every time I heard him saying that, it set my heart on a race. I smile brightly at him.

"I love you too, puppy. With all my heart." We kissed again, and while we did, I moved my hand to align my member with his entrance.

Slowly, I pushed the tip in and Katsuki gasped, digging his nails into my scalp making me release a low groan. It hurts, but Katsuki was in worse pain than I was so I won't complain.

"S-shit, it... burns," Katsuki hissed, and when I looked at him he had his eyes closed tight, biting his lip hard. I leaned down and traced his face with kisses, whispering uncountable 'I love you's' after every single one, he growled and pushed my head into his neck. "You're making me feel... more embarrassed, shut... up for a bit."

I snickered but shut up nonetheless, I trailed my hands to hold his waist, caressing his soft skin with my fingertips. Katsuki moved his hands too, holding my face and making me look at him.

An instant loving smile plastered my face when we made eye contact. He blinked quickly a few times, before looking away with a huff, but stared back at me again.

"You can move now," he mumbled, his cheeks getting darker and his eyes glistening. I graced my bottom lip with my teeth and leaned down to kiss him again.

My hold on his waist tightened a bit, and very slowly started thrusting inside of him. Katsuki gasped and turned his head away, a pained expression on his features. I moved until my dick was all the way inside of him, making me gasp as I felt his tight walls around me.

Shit, I want to move-

"Gngh..." -but Katsuki wasn't ready yet, so I stayed still for a while longer and I distracted him with kisses on his lips, on his cheeks and down to his neck, where I left bite marks and small hickies. "(M/n)~"

His moan sent shivers down my spine and I was sure my hands were going to leave bruises on his body. He kept moaning as I played with his neck and collarbone, but when his legs wrapped around my hips I went back to his lips.

And I kissed him as I moved my hips against his again.

"Ngh!" He held me closer with his limbs, and I placed one of my hands by his head to keep myself up.

Whenever I went in completely, Katsuki tightened around me, making me groan deeply, so I placed my mouth on his neck, muffling my noises on Katsuki's skin. He was moaning a lot, but it wasn't loud, it was more like breathless moans, and I thought it was cute, but I needed more.

So I shifted my hips a bit, kneeling on the bed and making Katsuki's hips raise. One of his hands was tangled in my hair while the other was wrapped around my back, pushing me closer to him.

"(M/n)... move f-faster, please..." he whimpered and I growled.

"As you wish, puppy."

"Ahh~ F-fuck! Yes yes..." my hair was pulled harshly and I felt a stinging pain on my back.

My teeth gritted as I began thrusting faster and harder inside Katsuki, his moans getting louder with each passing second. And he was becoming more aggressive too.

The hair pulling was arousing to me and the scratches were too, but his fangs were piercing my skin.

"Katsuki, that... hurts," I hissed trying to back away from him for a moment, but he kept me trapped with his limbs.

Okay, he wants it rough, I'll give him rough.

I gripped his hair and tugged it back, his mouth released my shoulder, and I held him down by his wrists.

When I looked down at him...

"Fucking shit..."

Katsuki was breathing heavily, moans escaping his lips and his dick was leaking with pre-cum. He groaned when I stopped moving and he squirmed around.

"Katsuki?" I called out to him and we made eye contact.

"D-don't stop n-now, (M/n)... it feels so g-good..." I felt my dick twitching inside him and he gasped loudly, "You're still... getting bigger? F-fucking asshole."

I let go of his wrist to grip his hips, pressing his body to mine. He whimpered as I went in deeper, and his hands held the pillow under his head desperately.

"Goddamn it, (M/n), y-you're even deeper inside me now." Katsuki's dick twitched and it leaked even more.

I smirked down at him, "Get ready for the time of your life, puppy."

What followed my words was an unstoppable chain of noises. Moans, gasps and whines left Katsuki's throat as I rammed my hips into his. I was grunting as Katsuki's insides wouldn't stop squeezing me whenever I pressed on his prostate.

But my thrusts were getting sloppy, and I felt my breath become irregular.

"K-Katsuki... you're so fucking t-tight..." Katsuki extended an arm and I leaned down, resting my forehead on his collarbone.

"A-and y-you're- Ah!... Too big."

Katsuki dug his nails on my back again, but I didn't pay any mind to that because a pair of pink, hard nipples, caught my attention.

I went down to them, reaching a hand up to rub the right one and lick the left. Katsuki whimpered my name, keeping my head on his chest.

I pinched it as I sucked on the other, barely gracing my teeth on it. And when it was perky, covered in my drool, I swapped.

"Yes, (M/n)... I'm-shit! I'm going to cum... please, go faster, fuck~..."

I growled and hugged his waist, my arms completely wrapping around him, having his entire lower half off the bed, and resting my body weight on top of Katsuki's body, "Goddamn it, Katsuki... I love you, puppy." He gasped and wrapped me with his limbs, his palms heating against my back.

"I-I love y-you too, (M-M/n). I love you..." With his words, my heart felt like it was going to explode, sending a shiver from my head to my toes.

I felt my quirk activating on its own and I tried not to look at him, even when Katsuki moved my head to kiss me, I just closed my eyes. The kiss was sloppy, but it was a kiss that conveyed our feelings perfectly.

I got control over my quirk back, and I opened my eyes. Katsuki's eyes were glossy with tears, some of them had already dripped down his temples, and there was some drool peeking from the corner of his mouth.

I pressed our foreheads together, and we stared at each other while moans and groans filled the room.

"I love you..." We whispered in unison and we instantly smiled together.

"(M/n)..." Both of his heated palms cupped my face, but he wasn't burning me, it was rather nice.

"Katsuki..." As if we were reading the other's mind, we leaned in to kiss.

A slow, loving and caring kiss.

But Katsuki's climax made him arch his back and openly moan my name. I reached my own orgasm too, and I muffled my growl biting the crook of Katsuki's neck.

We were both panting when we got down from our high, but before we fell asleep I pulled out of him and took off the condom, I tied it and went to his bathroom so I could throw it away.

When I walked back in, Katsuki was covering his lower body with the sheets, but I saw the cum still on his abdomen. I chuckled and walked back into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it a bit.

Katsuki stared at me with half-lidded eyes, and I realized I was still naked, but it didn't make me feel self-conscious. I wiped his abs clean but before I could get up to wash it, Katsuki grabbed it from my hand and tossed it somewhere.

"Sleep with me, (M/n)..." He whispered and I smiled, nodding and getting in the bed by his side.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face on my chest.

"I love you, puppy." He looked up at me, smiled and pecked my lips, getting back to his previous position.

"I love you too, hun."

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a-fandom-reimagined · 1 year ago

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EVERYTHING. | RHYSAND X SIBLING!READER | TAMLIN X READER

♡ summary: rhysand struggles to come to terms with his younger sister and only living blood relative being mated to the man whose destroyed his family. ♡ type: angst | no trigger warnings! | word count: 1361 ♡ author's note: um...i don't remember a ton about these books. i've only read the first two and i'm overdue for a reread. plus, i have no idea what i was doing with the latter half of this fic. i just didn't know how to end it so when i reread the books i'll probably come back and re-write this. so sorry if you don't like it. i hope you enjoy though.

"I won't have it. This must be some mistake…a joke of some kind. Some sort of foul--"

"You'll wear a hole into the rug brother, please--"

"I. Will. Not. Have. It," he hissed.

His face was just inches from your own. His glare alone might have sent anyone else scurrying from the room like vermin, but you were not anyone else. And there was little he could do to scare you now.

"What will you do then? Wage war on the Spring Court? Lock me up? You basically already have! And let me tell you something, brother, your reasoning is no better than his was when he did it to Feyre."

Rhys backed away from you, his eyes--your mother's eyes--far away and distant at the suggestion. You could practically see the gears in his mind turning.

You ground your teeth together so hard they whined. He wasn't even listening to you anymore. But you wouldn't be silent. You'd been silent for months now and it's brought you nothing but anguish. You launched yourself in front of him, halting his damned pacing. "You've been saying this for a month. Pacing and plotting and planning for a month to no avail. There's nothing you can do."

"Like hell there isn't!"

"If there were you would have figured it out by now. He is mine and I am his. And there is nothing you can do about it so stop your pacing and in peace let me go to him--"

Rhys' eyes widened. His face a mask of fury, hurt, and betrayal. And it was all your fault… "Go to him? Y/N, you should be standing with me trying to find a way to fix this! Have you forgotten what he did to our mother? To our sister? What he would have done to you that night had he been given the chance?!"

You flinched so hard he may as well have struck you. Tears filled your eyes and your own dark power chased the light from your brother's study. "Oh please! As if I could have forgotten! As if I wouldn't have chosen any other man if given the choice--

"So--

Your brother's face smooths and after a month he is finally himself again. "I… Y/N we do not--"

"--and I was not given a choice, Rhys. Have you ever stopped to think about what this has done to me? About how humiliating this has been for me? My heart yearns for a man who has my mother, father, and sister's blood on his hands. A man who I even now cannot imagine myself trusting. I do not even know him and every minute of every hour of every day my very blood calls to be reunited with him and I hate it! My friends, my court, my High Lord, and Lady look upon me with disgust. And I do not blame them."

"Spare me," you tell him with a tight, sad smile. "And let me go to him. With your blessing."

"I don't know how. You are all I have left and he's taking you from me. He's taking my family from me. Again."

"He's not taking anyone. Not this time."

Silence filled the room. And in your mind it would either crush you both or he'd send you back to your room forcing you to take Feyre and Mor up on their offer to spring you. They didn't like Tamlin and mate or no mate, bond or no bond they didn't understand what you were feeling. Not for him. But they were willing to help anyway.

"I'm sending you with guards. And if he doesn't like it…"

It took you a moment to realize what he was saying. Your hands shook and your heart lifted. "I will speak to him." Confusion flickered across your brother's face. You couldn't blame him. It was strange for you too. You'd only seen Tamlin twice in your life and nothing you've ever heard about him has been positive. And the only conversations you've had were the ones through the bond that only served as further proof of what you were to each other. And yet the sway you already held over him was substantial to say the least. Already he'd vowed to try and make peace--if such a thing could ever be had--with your family. He'd apologize to Rhys and Feyre if it meant you'd come home to him.

Home.

For as long as you'd been alive home had always been here in Velaris. Before Tamlin the thought of leaving had never even crossed your mind. This was home. It always had been. Now it never would be again.

"Fine," Rhys said through gritted teeth. "Six months."

"What?"

"I give you six months with him and then you're coming home. That should be more than enough time to get this…whatever it is out of your system."

Down the bond Tamlin still raged and you comforted him as best you could.

Through the bond your mate's patience snapped almost audibly so. Up the bond he roared and raged at your brother. Slipping in and out of his animal form as he paced the halls of the lovely manor you'd only heard about in your High Lady's stories of her time with the High Lord of the Spring.

Six months.

It wasn't enough.

No amount of time would ever be enough. But it was a start.

Rhys was trying and in all honesty he didn't have to.

But he was.

For you.

You wouldn't be needing your High Lady's intervention after all…

You wrapped arms around his neck and wept into his night black and gold threaded tunic. "I'm sorry."

He held you tight, squeezing you as if for the very last time. "Don't be. I love you, Y/N."

Guards.

Rhysand said he would send you to the Spring Court with guards. Instead your brother had gathered a small arm. Cassian's very best. It was embarrassing. Humiliating. You were no less powerful than your older brother. You could level these lands and shatter the fragile minds of everyone in them if you needed to. But still you did not complain.

You were going to see Tamlin today. For the first time in a month, you'd be able to touch him, breathe him in, see him up close. Hear his voice in your ears instead of your mind. It was a good day.

You surveyed the grounds of Tamlin's manor with great interest. It so different...compared to the night court. Your palm sweated in your brother's hand. The temperature was balmy and cool, the air sweet on your tongue. You'd never seen grass so lush nor skies so blue. It would be easy to call this place home, you'd decided. If only for six months.

You danced from foot to foot unable to keep still. You fidgeted with the beaded waistline of your gown. Rhys squeezed your hand and Feyre took hold of your free one. Her grip was warm and steadying but nothing could put you at ease now.

You met her gaze, "Breathe," she told you.

You nodded but breath did not come easy to you. You felt as if there were a boulder sitting on your chest.

And then you saw him.

He was beautiful.

You'd expected guards. According to rumor Tamlin's warband was nothing to scoff at but he came alone in a loose white shirt, black trousers and riding boots. The baldric strapped to his chest free of weapons.

Rhys wasn't the only one trying it would seem.

A breeze sweept his long blond hair from one shoulder to the other and he seemed to bathe in the golden noonday sunshine as he approached.

Stunning.

You hadn't really gotten a good look at him before. But now.

Your stomach tightened and you locked your knees, planting your feet firmly into the earth to keep from launching yourself at him.

Rhys didn't say anything as he led you forth, forcing Feyre to release your hand.

Tamlin stopped a good distance a way. Hands locked behind his back. "Rhys. Feyre," he said by way of greeting. But he didn't look at them. Tamlin only had eyes for you and you for him. "Y/N."

Inches separated of space separated you. It was the closest you'd ever been to one another. You'd never noticed the flecks of gold in his emerald green eyes…

"She's all I have left, Tamlin." Rhys gritted out. "And it doesn't please me to do so but I am entrusting her safety to you."

"Me and the small platoon you've sent with her," he quipped.

"Can you blame me?"

Tamlin's eyes finally left yours and met your brother's. "No."

"If she comes back with so much as sun burn I will grind you and everyone you’ve ever met to do dust.”

“You don’t have to—“

She’s everything to me, Tamlin. Everything.”

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esupurisupremacist · 7 months ago

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[Street Gacha] Chapter 1

Written by 木野誠太郎

Ruka Tsukinaga: Ah~, sweet and delicious!☆

This crepe has a lot of nice ingredients and is baked just fine. It's a great treat that you can't find for this price often ~ ♪

Suzu Kuromori: Ah. This shop is quite popular. I'm not really interested in snobs like that. All my classmates were praising it's unique taste. I was curious so I bought one.

Ruka: But Suzu-senpai. Did you like it?

Light music club activities are quite expensive, and since we don't have enough money for the club, we make it through the part-time jobs for our seniors, right?

Suzu: Hey. No need to be shy. We are fallen angels (Lucifers) with broken wings, but sometimes even we need a break, right?

I am thankful to you for working hard in club activities... I would be happy if you could enjoy it as an offering for my dear comrade, Ruka.

Ruka: Wah, as expected of Suzu-senpai! I admire her so much for her dedication...

Suzu: Fufu... While i was suspended from school I caused a lot of trouble for you and Shizu, so this is just a piece of cake.

And yet. When I got to Shizu, she said she couldn't come today because she had something to do with her family.

If you're running away from my invitation, doesn't that mean that we fallen angels aren't monolithic after all..?

Ruka: It can't be helped. Shizuku-chan's family seems to be going through a lot of trouble...

That's why I admire Suzu-senpai! ♪

I’m going to hug Suzu-senpai’s gorgeous body~! Gyuuuu~♪

Suzu: Can you please stop?.. It's getting hard to breathe.

Ruka: Gah~!

Oh, also if you don't mind, Suzu-senpai can also try this crepe!

I think Suzu-senpai bought only one for me because she didn't have enough money... But I think it would be happier if we shared it together rather than having it all to myself.

Suzu: Thank you. Ruka is so kind... She's younger than me, so I don't have to be shy.

Well, then I'll be grateful! ♪

Ruka: R-Ruka can feed you! Say a~h!

Suzu: *takes a bite.*

Yeah, it's not that bad after all. Although it was sweet, it was just the perfect amount of cream that didn't take away from the original taste of the ingredients. No wonder the whole Kimisaki Academy were talking about it.

Ruka: That's right! ♪ You can eat more~ ♪ There's not so much left, so please take it all. ♪

Suzu: Hm. Well, I'll take the advantage of Ruka's kindness and take this crepe.

Ruka: It feels like I'm baiting Suzu-senpai... It feels a bit immoral... ♪

Suzu: So. After finishing with the crepe, let's go to the music store. Ruka wanted an instrument for practice, am I right?

Ruka: Oh, yes. Right now I'm allowed to play the instruments in the club room, so I'm practicing little by little.

It isn't too expensive if it's for practice, so I thought I'd buy my own instrument and play at home...

Suzu: That's a great idea, and that's why you're perfect for the light music club.

But what instrument do you play? I believe you have tried a lot of different ones, but was there one that struck a chord with you?

Ruka: Let me see... I haven't decided what instrument I want to play yet, I'm sorry...

Suzu: Hmm. Let's go to a music store and think about that. The instrument and the performer may be attached to each other.

I'm sure that practicing with an instrument that I'm attached to will help me feel more motivated, and the "Evil Genocide Dragon" that I borrowed from Seira fit in my hand as if it were my own guitar.

Ruka: "Evil Genocide Dragon"... That's the guitar that Suzu-senpai has been entrusted with by the club president. That's nice, I'd love to have that same fateful encounter...♪

What should I name it? I'm thinking about things like "The Divine Spear Sleipnir'' and "Dark Ragnarok'' are cool.

However, I think it would be best to decide on the name after seeing the actual instrument. I think the impression changes depending on the color and shape.

Suzu: You're full of ambition. It's like that day when I went to buy an instrument for the first time.

Seira came with me to help that time. Today it's my turn to play Seira's role.

As with anything, the beginning is the most important part. I definitely want Ruka to have a perfect fateful encounter...☆

#ensemble girls #engirls #ruka tsukinaga #suzu kuromori #happy elements bring my girlies back #story translation #Street Gacha

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becomingthevlillainsfamily · 3 months ago

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Hopeless love - Hero x Villain

I wanted to shout at him, tell him that he was the one in the wrong, but every single time I opened my mouth to do so, I would inevitably stop ‘Shout at him, tell him he is wrong’ rubbing the coarse, muddy fabric of my top to soak up the overflowing tears, I glanced up again, with a blurry vision ‘Tell him, that you love him, that he loves you’.

Slowly pulling up my hand I tried to grab the edge of his shirt, a desperate plea, an unknown gesture, I hated myself, but it was him who made me open my heart to myself and others, to him, to offer it to him, who was now breaking it ruthlessly. “Since when did you realize it?” he grabbed my hand away from him, an inconsiderate gesture, but I was ready to accept it, all of his wrath if he was willing to forgive, but for all I knew he would never, that’s what he was, he had just forgotten his memories, his hatred for me, and now here we were again.

‘You are enemies’

‘We were enemies’

‘Love doesn’t always end well, and your relationship with him is like a ticking time bomb, the moment he gets his memories back, it will be the end of you’

‘…’

“Oh my darling hero” he smirked, gliding his hand over his disheveled hair, “You don’t get what’s happening right now”, eyes glinting with craziness, he smirked, probably at my fear stricken eyes, at my not so normal appearance, I had no idea how I looked right now, but I did have a vague idea, of the crying mess I was right now, “Please, don’t” I sobbed again, ‘Don’t leave me, you promised you would never’

“Maybe losing my memories was a good thing” a sharp tug at my chin, had me locking eyes with him, “Right wife”, he shoved me back, starting to laugh hysterically, from far away could hear the audible hateful sound of tires screeching on the asphalt covered road, “You know what I hate the most” twisting my arm which was reaching towards him, he chuckled in my ear, making the current situation seem like a joke “Don’t you, hero, my darling nemesis” as the throbbing force on my arm grew weaker, a new cold trail of fingers pressed around my neck, dancing and taping in a precarious disposition, the dancing fingers seemed to change the voice of my sobs, which were sometimes choked with fear, for the first time not in fear of him killing me, but of leaving me.

“The only everlasting feeling, I will ever have for you will be hatred” the fingers dropped, now tracing up from my chin to the base of neck again and again “The only reserved feeling for you will be hatred, my wife” tightening his grip on my chin he pulled my face towards him, “And I will leave you” a chuckle escaped his lips, eyes quivering with exhilaration, exhilaration of seeing me tremble at his announcement, which struck the melody of fear in me. “But you love me” I said again, ‘Of course he doesn’t, no one in their right mind would accept loving their enemy’, “Did I ever say that” I felt a horrible thumping in my chest, the sensation of the shell of me collapsing in myself, the shell which had learned to love, and the shell which was cracking with disbelief.

I pulled back my hand this time, not asking him to say, “You’ll regret this”, he smirked, stepping back towards the black cars which had just arrived, and were waiting for their master, the true owner, the epitome of evil in this world, the villain.

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"The only thing I would truly regret is not ending your life right now," the villain whispered, aware that even if he resolved to kill the woman who deceived him into believing she was his wife and whom he had slowly come to love, he wouldn't be able to. His cursed body seemed to act independently; he couldn't recall their shared moments, yet he felt a strong desire to wipe away her tears and reassure her that she wasn't in the wrong—whatever she did was for her own survival. He yearned to kiss her, but simultaneously desired to kill her, and perhaps deep down, he acknowledged that he would regret it, just as she had hopelessly proclaimed, giving up on him. He believed that if he do was damned he would regret it in an entirely different way than he had told her. Thus, he hoped that the heavens to never grant him his memories back.

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nessiithatsme · 3 months ago

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Unexpected Connection -Logan Henderson Fanfic

A sneak peek at my current fan fiction. Feel free to drop by!

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The suite room was bathed in a golden light, the long shadows on the walls seemed to move as if the room were alive. Everything seemed surreal, almost as if I had left reality behind me. But it wasn't the hallway that made the air so heavy – it was him.

He stood before me, casual, as if he owned the world, his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans, which fit him far too well.His mocking grin seemed to bore into my innermost being, and I felt my jaw tighten.

"What a coincidence, running into you here," he said, his voice a soft contrast to his cutting words. "Or are you here to watch over me? I knew you were a control freak, but this is impressive."

"Monitor?" I folded my arms across my chest, forcing myself to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. "Don't worry, Logan. I have better things to do than deal with you."

"Oh, really?" He took a step closer, and suddenly the hallway felt a lot smaller. "You know, Emma, for someone who supposedly doesn't care about me, you're around me an awful lot."

I felt my fingernails dig into the palms of my hands. "Maybe because I'm constantly busy repairing the damage you and your chaos leave behind."

"Chaos?" He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, but his gaze was full of challenge. "You mean the little life I bring into this? If I'm honest, it looks like you could use it."

"Life? Or ego show?" I countered, taking a step forward and glaring at him. "You're so in love with yourself, it almost hurts to watch you."

He laughed softly, a deep, vibrating sound that went through my nerves like an electric shock. "And yet here you are, Emma. Right in front of me. Why don't you just leave?"

"Because..." I faltered, searching for a quick-witted answer, but his gaze held me captive, as if he had seen right through me.

"Because you can't," he said softly, his voice like a whisper that passed right by my mind and struck me somewhere deeper.

"You're so arrogant," I hissed, but my voice sounded less convincing than I wanted.

"And you're so damn controlled," he shot back, stepping even closer until only a breath was between us. "Maybe you should let go, Emma. You have no idea how much you need this."

"Let go?" I laughed, but the laughter sounded hollow, almost desperate. "And what? Give you control? So you can win your little game?"

"This isn't a game," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "You feel it just like I do. The only question is how long you're going to keep denying it."

"You're not my type," I murmured, but even I could hear how weak the words sounded.

"And you're definitely not my type," he shot back, his eyes on my lips as if he couldn't help it. "Maybe that's exactly the point."

"This is wrong." I shook my head, trying to ignore the rising heat inside me.

"Only people who are afraid say that," he murmured, before placing a hand on the wall next to my head and leaning in even closer. "Tell me, Emma. Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of you?" I snorted, trying to catch myself. "Dream on."

"Maybe I am." His breath brushed my skin, and I felt my façade begin to crumble. "Or maybe this is the moment when you finally stop deluding yourself."

Before I could answer, before I could regain control, he tilted his head and kissed me – a wild, demanding kiss that swept all my principles out of the way like a blow.

It wasn't gentle, not hesitant. It was hot, almost angry, a struggle between two people who couldn't stand each other but couldn't get away from each other. I wanted to push him away, to hate him for knowing exactly how much he upset me. But my hands clung to his shoulders as if he were the only constant in a chaos I didn't understand.

"See?" he murmured hoarsely against my lips. 'Not so different after all.'

Just as I was about to forget the world around me, when I was ready to give myself over completely to the moment, I felt everything around me begin to flicker.

I opened my eyes and found myself in my dark bedroom, bathed in sweat and with my heart pounding wildly.

My breathing was labored, and it took me several seconds to realize that I had only dreamed it. "What the hell..." I whispered, running a trembling hand through my hair. But no matter how hard I tried to suppress the dream – his gaze, his touch, his grin were still like a fire that refused to go out.

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