#this ran from me loool

[whorekneecentral]

Girl I need some more VVD smut lol

I’m in neeeeed of some big daddy virg! Preferably him being away from home due to international matches and coming home to fuck you mindlessly because of how much he missed you and those sexts/nudes you sent him while he was away just the tip of the iceberg of setting off that big daddy virg energy 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

you get me, you soooo get me !!!!!

Internationals were killing him. Virg felt like he had been away for a million years despite it only being a week.

He missed you; your smile, your voice, your smell, your touch - he just missed you.

The first few days were okay, match days kept him busy but it was the time in between that was killing him. You never bugged him on game days, a sweet text and a FaceTime kiss to wish your captian luck before you left him to prep for the games. On his off days, that was when you caused trouble.

You had been sending him these messages; detailed, filthy, photos and videos attached just incase your vivid description wasn't enough.

Virgil was losing his mind. No one was as ready as he was to get off the bus and back home to you.

The house was quiet as he ventured down the hallway towards the bedroom. He could see the light from the lamp next to the bed through the slightly opened door. 

He couldn’t miss the way his name fell past your lips.

Maybe you were dreaming. 

Virgil peeks into the room; you were definitely awake. Head tossed back on the pillows, his sweater on you and your hand down your panties. You were clearly getting rid of today's stress. 

He steps into the bedroom quietly, leaning on the wall by the door and watches you. Your eyes closed and you’ve got two fingers in you. He smiles to himself, watching as you curl them, trying to mimic the way he does it. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, back arched off the bed. It can’t possibly be that good, he thinks to himself. 

“Virg, please,” the words tumble past your lips and he can’t stop himself. 

“Need something ?” He asks. Your eyes open and you're looking at him, hand still moving slowly. "You're home," you smiled.

"I am." He walked over, joining you by the bed.

He had settled between your legs, one hand roaming your bare thigh as you pulled him down by his chain to kiss him. Your husband lets you kiss him, pushing against you and your back arches just a bit, Virgil managing to pull your shirt up. 

You mumble a no when he pulls away, moving to kiss down your neck and chest, finding his way along your stomach to between your legs. Virgil leaves a few marks and kisses along the inside of your thigh, his arm hooked under your thighs, hands on your hips and fingers trailing along the hem of your panties. 

“Virg,” you mumble, closing your thighs to get his attention. 

He pushes them open, “what ?” He looks up at you. 

You hum, “do something.” 

You fall back onto the mattress, Virgil’s thumb rubs slow circles over your clit. “Fuck,” you breathe, hips bucking for more. 

He doesn’t give you, just reminds you; “ask nicely.” 

If you wanted him, and you really did, you had to do what he said no matter how much you wanted to give him attitude and tell him no. “Please, Virg - I need it.” 

“You can do better than that.” 

“Please, you’re so unfair, need you so bad.” you hum. “Come on, please, please.” 

Virg looks up at you, a smile on his face. He's absolutely sure he felt his cock twitch in his shorts, “god, okay yeah.” He says, getting up to get undressed. You follow him, pulling off the very little clothes that remained before you got back on the bed. 

You didn’t make it very far, Virgil pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs and he settled between your legs; one pulled over his shoulder and the other around his hip. 

Virgil lets you take him little by little, pulling out almost all the way each time before finally pushing into you all the way. He's in charge and you both know it, letting him set the pace; slow and steady and it was driving you insane.

“Virg baby, come on.” Your hand reaches to rest on his hand that’s on your hip. “Need more.” 

“Do you?” He hums, moving a little faster. 

You know giving him attitude won’t help but you can’t help but roll your eyes, “more than that.” 

“Needy,” he calls, pulling you closer by your legs. 

Finally, you get what you want, Virgil's hips hitting the back of your thighs, he leans over you and your arms are pinned about your head, both legs up on his shoulders now. The angle was enough to push you over the edge but he didn’t care. 

“Please-” you tried to wiggle your hands loose but he didn’t budge. 

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, mockingly, “isn't this what you wanted?” 

“It is, but-” your head tosses back, back arched when he hits the spot he was looking for. 

“Oh,” he coos, smiling at you. “Is my baby so fucked out, she can’t even tell me what she wants?” His thrusts are sloppy, you knew he was just as close as you were.

[jorvikzelda]

how ethical is it to steal somebodys name

[alwaysthefool]

Your turn to be a cat (x Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier)

Warnings: Suggestive, might have minor spoilers for cat companion memories, kinda cringe ngl

Tags: Fluff (literally), MC/Reader, no gendered pronouns for you

Synopsis: This time, you’re the one who gets a cat tail and a second set of ears.

Zayne

“When you said medical emergency, this isn’t what I had in mind.” Zayne looked at your ears, a first aid kid in his hand. It hadn’t even been ten minutes since you texted him, telling him it was something dire and you couldn’t go to the hospital, and there he was, at your door, stifling a smile.

“Don’t laugh!” You scolded him, turning red, the tail you tried to hide inside your hoodie peeking out. You grabbed it immediately, forcing it back in. You pulled him inside, shutting the door to your apartment.

“Don’t fold your tail, it’ll be bad for your back.” Zayne spoke, taking off his shoes and keeping the first aid kit near the entrance. “And besides, it’s very cute.”

The tail made its way back out, and listening to your doctor’s advice, you let it be. “Help me out my hoodie.” You demanded, and Zayne couldn’t help but laugh at your tone, carefully helping you out your hoodie so as to not bother your sensitive ears, one of his hands holding down your t-shirt from riding up.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, curling up on the couch, your tail swaying against its will. Zayne made his way next to you, unable to stop himself from touching it. “It’s really soft.” He observed, his large hand stroking it lightly.

“Quit playing around!” You whined, not really wanting him to stop, but being the gentleman he was, he did, not taking revenge for how you treated him when he was a cat. “How do I make it go away?”

“Can I have a closer look at your tail?” Zayne asked, and you hissed, earning a laugh out of him. “Alright, I won’t look, but you shouldn’t be shy around your doctor, especially when you’re the one who called me here.”

“You’re not just my doctor…” You looked up at him a little hopefully, tail swaying again.

Zayne smiled. “You’re right, I suppose I’m your vet now.”

You pouted, walking away from him in feline elegance, taking your place on the adjacent arm chair, lying on it with your tail in the air. “How did you feel when you were a cat?”

“Needy.” Zayne admitted, after some thought.

Like a cat, you wanted something, but you were too proud to admit it. “Then…” You sat up on the chair, gazing at him, tail swaying behind you. “How do you, how do you… how do you think I must be feeling right now?” You shied away immediately, cat ears perking up.

Zayne would take care of you, no matter what, so before you knew it, you were on his lap, his large hands stroking your ears. “If you wanted me, you should’ve just said so.”

You purred, nuzzling on his chest, holding on to him tightly, as his hands worked on your ears and tail. “You knew.”

“Maybe.” Zayne spoke into your ear. Your heightened senses could listen to his racing heart, and his gushing blood. “But I really wanted to hear you ask.”

Rafayel

Honestly, he’d be EMPATHETHIC loool

You were supposed to accompany him for an event, but as you put on your dress, you felt cold from behind. Looking in the mirror, you saw a tail pulling your dress up, and a pair of ears on your head. You yelped, turning the lights off, and hiding in a corner. This couldn’t be happening.

“Cutie, what was that?” Rafayel called from outside the door. You had the misfortune of being at his house when it happened too. You quietly opened the window, to make it seem like maybe you ran away. You would, too, but you couldn’t be seen in public like that.

“I’m coming in!” Rafayel called upon hearing the sound of the window opening. You quietly hid under his bed.

Rafayel was already in his suit and tie, giving off a certain scent which made him seem oddly delectable.

“Where did you go…” He mumbled, looking at the open window. You could only see his feet now, so you couldn’t tell what he was doing, until your phone buzzed. You scrambled to turn it silent, when Rafayel crouched down, peeking under the bed.

Before you knew it, you scratched him with a hiss.

“Ow!” He stood back up, and you could smell his blood. You didn’t expect yourself to do that, or for the scratch to draw blood.

You crawled out, standing up to look at his hand. “I’m so sorry!” As you realised what you did, you took your hands away from his wounded hand, trying to hide your tail.

“I, uh…” You couldn’t meet Rafayel’s eyes, scared of what he was thinking.

“Oh, it’s just you.” Rafayel sighed. “I thought a cat sneaked in.”

He saw your tail lifting up your dress, and wrapped his coat around your waist. You still turned away from him, looking guilty. “Cutie, look at me.” He called gently. “It was just a scratch, and you didn’t mean it.”

You looked up at him, and his face was gentle, nothing like you expected. “Why did you hide from me?” He asked, his hands on your cheeks.

“I thought you’d be disgusted of me. I’m a cat, after all.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He coaxed you, pulling you into a hug. “I could never be disgusted by you. I told you before, right? I’d love you even if you were a worm.”

You let out a laugh, hugging him back, pulling him down on the bed behind you. He kept holding you, surprised by the sudden affection. “And you’re also the only cute cat in the world.”

Sylus

SUGGESTIVE

This was bad. Sylus would never let you live it down, but you also had no choice but to tell him. Your first thought after being turned into half a cat was volunteering at the cat café, so you’d get to spend time around the kitties, but that isn’t what the OTTO had in mind when giving you that outfit. Now you needed someone to help you out there.

“Are you done?” The OTTO asked, its tone irritated.

You remained dead silent, texting Sylus to ‘smash that devilish robot into pieces’.

You heard commotion outside, then some banging, thinking maybe, finally, Sylus had arrived, leaning your ear against the door.

“Loving the new look, sweetie.” Sylus was somehow behind you, hand already on your tail. You immediately turned around to see him gaze fondly at you, who was sat leaning against the door. “Guess you’ve been affected by the cat evol too.”

You looked away from his strong gaze, suddenly very aware of what OTTO made you wear. A short maid dress, with an opening at the back for your tail, and chiffon gloves with a cat paw stitched on them. Before you could change back, the sinister robot stole your clothes.

“I’m pleased you decided to call me in such a situation.”

“Shut up…” You mumbled.

“That’s no way to speak to the person who saved you, kitten.” This time, that word held a whole new meaning.

“I’m… sorry.” You forced, ears drooping down. You looked up at him with a pout, and he pet you behind the ears. You rubbed your head against his head, until you realised what you were doing, forcing yourself to stop. You cleared your throat.

“That’s rare coming from you.” He teased, fingers dancing around your jaw. There was a certain scent to them, so you bit him, though not hard enough to draw blood. Sylus winced, pulling back. “There’s the kitten I know.”

“Did you bring a change of clothes like I asked?”

Sylus hummed in response, not really focusing on anything other than playing with your hair and ears, hands trickling down to where your tail was, pulling at the ribbons of the dress, acting more like a cat than you. You leaned in to him, and he placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

Understanding where this was going, you reluctantly held his arm. “Mm, let’s not, I’m super hairy right now.” You said, referring to all the cat fuzz.

“That’s fine.” Sylus whispered into your ear. “I prefer it like that.”

Xavier

“Ugh…” You groaned, still sleepy. You had work pending, but for some reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes open despite having a lot of sleep and a cup of coffee, Knowing Xavier was often in the same predicament, you went to his floor, hoping he had some insanely potent energy drinks on him.

He opened the door, also groggy, but straightening up when he saw you. “Hey.” You greeted, intending to yawn but letting out a ‘meow’ instead.

“That was strange.” You tried to laugh it off. Xavier let you inside, and you explained that you were uncharacteristically sleepy the whole day.

“How do you manage to stay up?” You were sat on his fuzzy carpet, pulling at it.

Xavier smiled, sitting down next to you. “I think there might be another reason you’re so sleepy today.” He opened his phone’s front camera, facing it towards you.

“W-what’s that?” You cried, hands going towards the ears on your head and tail behind you.

“Cats might need up to 16 hours of sleep a day.” Xavier put his phone down, leaning his elbow on the coffee table, his other hand gently touching your ear. “If you have work, I’ll do it for you.”

“Really?” Your tail moved in excitement.

Xavier nodded, as he went downstairs to get your laptop. You prowled around his house, trying to fall asleep on his bed, then looking in his fridge for something to eat, restless and impatient, irritated that you were unable to fall asleep despite being sleepy. You looked for several spots, but nothing was snug enough.

That was until you saw Xavier typing your mission reports on his laptop. You crawled over to him on all fours, setting your head down on his lap. He gave your head a few scratches, helping you fall asleep.

Despite not being a cat anymore, Xavier couldn’t help feel sleepy seeing you safely under him. Perhaps cats could sense people’s feelings, because you spoke, half asleep “Put that aside Xavi, come cuddle with me.”

Eventually, the work was discarded, and Xavier held you on his couch, legs intertwined, head buried in his chest, his arms around you protectively, pretty dreams and soft feelings warm enough for you to get through whatever your supervisors would have to say.

[songsofadelaide]

HII OMG EVER SINCE I FOUND OUT U TOO WERE A FILO I CANT HELP BUT THINK ABT HOSHINA TAMPUHIN MOMENTS WHERE READER IS EQUAL PARTS FOND AND EXASPERATED 😭😭😭 if its ok to request it i would like to request uhh how reader and hoshina deal with each others tampo moments HAHSHAHA and if possible it ends with fluff and just them being cute tgthr and rllllyyy weird req: u know how u get cuteness aggression…. this but w hoshina and he bites his partner’s cheeks 😭😭 OK BYE

ANON as a playful biter and someone who experiences a lot of gigil this is so cute loool! Here's your reminder to playfully bite your loved ones every once in a while. ✨

cw: established relationship + playful biting

There were days when it felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. That was true at times, but perhaps the people at base were also getting better at gossiping much more quietly. Today was the former.

With the rookies now assigned to their respective platoons, and with most of them currently off-duty, it truly felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. (In the base, at least.) Your platoon's days off won't be until next week, so you and your crew ran the scene at the base, along with Vice Captain Hoshina, who just happened to be the person in charge at that time.

Everyone at the base knew of your relationship with the Vice Captain, especially your platoon, so they weren't entirely surprised by the pleasant coincidence that he definitely did not orchestrate.

"Vice Captain! You promised you'd have lunch with me today!"

Though if it was supposed to be a coincidence, that didn't sound like the case by the way you irritatedly evaded Soshiro's attempts at cornering you. You were excited all morning but it died out when you found out that the Vice Captain had lunch with your Operations Leaders.

It certainly was a treat for your platoon members to see their usually cool superior play catch and tag with you at the canteen, even though that wasn't exactly what you two were doing at the moment.

"I know you're only saying you already ate because you want me to get off your case!" You stated as you slid to the other end of a long table. "I want you to eat right!"

"But I have been eatin' right!" Soshiro replied as he tried to catch you from another end of another long table. The younger officers paid you no mind as they carried on with their meals, shaking their heads, chuckling and sighing to themselves because it was just another day at work.

"Coffee and sweets aren't a meal!" You shot back at him across the floor, another long table parting you from his reach.

"I said get over here! It's an order!" He paused in his tracks, only for you to be caught off-guard as he slid under the table and grabbed you by the ankle.

"You can't order me around today! Ack!—"

The dull thud as you hit the floor did not arouse any reaction from your officers, and you contemplated if you could even trust them with your life if they weren't even going to do anything about what was happening to you right now.

Then again, they were smart enough to recognise a playful lovers' spat...

The two of you sat on the floor, your Vice Captain holding you in a lock with his arms now, but the way he held you felt more like boyfriend than superior at present.

"There we go. Now that yer seated, we can finally talk."

"You're insufferable!" You squirmed in his arms, only for him to retaliate in a way that wasn't new but was totally unexpected given your current location.

Soshiro sank his teeth into your warm cheek, with just enough force to render you stiff in his embrace. It was a playful and loving little bite that still left a light ring in the shape of his mouth on your embarrassed visage.

"You BIT me! You bit me, you little shi—"

The sound of his tender and pleased laughter reverberated in your chest, the kind that made you forget all about why you were mad in the first place. "Uh-uh. You better watch whatever name you call me, my dearest Platoon Leader."

✦ Thank you for requesting! Nothing makes me happier than writing a request I know I can work with. 🍹 You can read more about requesting here.

[witchezandwonderz]

Chains and Promises

Pairing: Sihtric x Reader

Request: can you do 5 from your prompt list with sihtric please?

Request Quote: "If you can’t hold your tongue, perhaps you should find someone else to sharpen it."

A.N- I really don't know where I went with this one loool just go with it haha

The cell was small and damp, its stone walls slick with moisture. Y/N sat upright, her now numb back pressed against the icy structure. She had lost feeling everywhere, including her heart. Seven hours, she had counted, that she had been stuck in this dreadful place. Peering up, she looked through the solid bars on the one window that sat high up. She had spent seven whole hours attempting to think of ways in which she can escape, but alas, it seemed nearly impossible.

The silence began to deafen her, the only sound keeping her sane being the harsh clank of the chain around her wrists whenever she made a slight movement. She wondered when someone would come and get her, put her out of her misery. At least if she was dead she wouldn't have to sit in this hell hole any longer.

The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the cell, and she held her breath in anticipation, fighting the creeping feeling of fear that tried to overwhelm her. No matter what, do not show fear.

"Why do we not just kill her?" She heard a voice whisper, or an intended whisper at least.

"That is not how my lord Uhtred works." A voice replied bluntly. She had heard of this lord before, but had never had the pleasure of displeasure of meeting him.

"You do not know how dangerous she is." The other man replied, still in attempt to speak in a hushed tone. Y/N found great amusement at these words, causing her lips to curve into smile. She had always wondered this; why is it that when a man shows intelligence, whit and cunning behaviours, they are praised. But when she, a woman, shows the same, she is branded as 'dangerous'. Stupid men.

Y/N thought this would be a great opportunity to capitalise on this unknown mans stereotypes. She, as quietly as possible, rose to her feet. She could hear the two men now conversing, distracted, so she crept up next to the locked door and peered her head out.

"Dangerous? Is that what they're calling me now?" She spoke loudly, with the intention of scaring them both. One man jumped, nearly out of his own skin. Whereas the other man did not react in the slightest. She could tell from this, which man had said what, as their differences in personality were clear.

"Stay back, girl." The cowardly man said, his voice shaking.

Y/N's chains jingled as she jokingly raised her arms in defence. "ooo sorry, I will be a good little girl and do what I am told." She responded, sarcasm dripping from every word as she plopped herself back down on the floor lazily.

"See, what did I tell you, dangerous!" The man emphasised the word 'dangerous'. The other man, whom seemed to only speak when absolutely necessary, smirked at the scene that played out before him.

"Yeah, really dangerous." He said, sarcasm also dripping from his words. "Why don't you go back to your post, I think I will be fine."

The less confident, shall we say, man's face screwed up, showing clear disapproval towards the idea. " I am not sure, my friend, I think that I should help you."

She watched in amusement as the other man rolled his eyes. He clearly wanted to be left alone. So, she felt it would be best to help. And also have some fun of her own. She crept once more to the door, now pushing her head through as much as possible before shouting "BOO" as loudly as she could. The man jumped, physically and screamed before bounding away. Y/N laughed, shouting "I don't think this job is your calling." As he ran away.

She turned her attention to the other man, whom watched her carefully in amusement. She licked her dry lips. "Wow, so now I am left with the handsome one." He laughed at her words, playfully rolling his eyes. This will be easy, she thought.

"Do you speak?" She asked, he did not respond, so she tried her luck again. "Do you have a name?"

He stopped what he was doing briefly to look at her, before stating the word "Sihtric" and continuing his business.

She nodded. "So you do not speak but your name is in fact Sihtric."

Sihtric did not look up, humming in response to her words. "Tell me, Y/N, what exactly is it that makes you so" He paused and look at her, then smiled before finishing his sentence, "dangerous?"

Y/N rolled her eyes before responding. "You tell me, since everyone thinks that I am so dangerous, what have you heard?"

He thought for a moment, now stopping what he was doing and sitting down, observing her through the bars. "I heard that you are a talented blade-smith that has been planning a rebellion against the King."

Y/N scoffed, letting out a slight laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the rumour. "You see, Sihtric, this is the problem with men." She stood, leaning closer through the bars, but Sihtric did not move back. "They can't stand it when a woman has more to offer than a bedding, they can't stand it when a woman is more intellectual and more talented than them."

Sihtric chuckled, nodding his head. "You are correct, they cannot stand those things, no." He agreed. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Are you not a man, then?" She asked, half jesting, half serious; she had never expected him to agree, for she was used to being told to 'sit down and shut up'.

A hint of amusement flickered in Sihtric's dark eyes. "Oh, I absolutely am a man. But, unlike Saxon men, I think of all those characteristics to be very attractive in a woman." He smirked. Y/N leant closer. "Is that so?" She asked, ensuring her eyes locked into his. He hummed in respnse.

"But." He held up a finger, "You are a prisoner for a reason, and you will have a long time to explain the events to me because we have a long ride to Uhtred." He explained, now beginning to unlock her cell.

Sihtric’s smirk lingered as he swung the cell door open, the creak of iron hinges echoing through the dimly lit space. Y/N rose slowly, her chains rattling softly as she stepped forward. Her sharp gaze never left his, her mind already working through what lay ahead.

“And here I thought you were simply enjoying the conversation,” she quipped, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Oh, I am,” Sihtric replied, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “But duty first. Lord Uhtred will want to hear your story himself.”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “And what of you, Sihtric? Do you believe I’m guilty, or will you decide after this ‘long ride’ of ours?”

His dark eyes softened slightly, he leant down to unlock the chains that held her captive- only the ones on her ankles, however. "It does not matter what I think, Uhtred will decide." And with that, he gestured her to walk through the door.

Y/N wriggled her ankles slightly, relieved that they were no longer being held down by thick, painful, heavy chains. He instructed that she went before him, so that he could ensure she wasn't going to run off.

"Scared I'll escape?" She teased, peering over her right shoulder. He grunted, so she continued, "Don't worry, I would be dim to try and run away from a man as good looking as you."

She did not have the pleasure of seeing his reaction, but she would have loved too. He thanked the gods for the lack of light within the room, for his cheeks were bright red and flushed; he had never met a woman like her. He told himself to replace his ridiculous thoughts with serious ones, remember why he was here- he could not let a woman outsmart him with flirtatious tactics. He thought about his words wisely.

"If you can’t hold your tongue, perhaps you should find someone else to sharpen it." He called out loud enough for her to hear, his tone firm. She laughed in response.

"Ah, yes, could I count on you to sharpen my tongue? Have you imagined what my tongue can do?" She asked sweetly, now looking directly at him as they both halted before his horse.

He cursed under his breath- she had a comeback for everything, and it didn't help that she was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever laid his eyes on- scrap that. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He took a deep breath, and decided not to reply to her. She smirked at this, at the way his jaw tightened and his teeth gritted. He gestured up at the horse, implying that she get on. So, in a practiced motion, she swung her legs over the horse- enjoying the familiar feeling.

His eyes lingered on her as Y/N approached the horse, the sway of her hips drawing his attention like a moth to flame. She placed a boot into the stirrup, the motion pulling her tunic taut against her figure, revealing the curve of her thighs. The fabric shifted as she lifted herself gracefully into the saddle, and Sihtric’s throat dried at the sight. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if she knew exactly the effect she had on him.

As she leaned forward slightly to gather the reins, her tunic rode higher along her legs, revealing a sliver of skin that made his chest tighten. His gaze trailed over her, from the subtle dip of her waist to the curve of her hips, every line of her body etched into his mind like a brand.

He cursed inwardly, hating how easily his control slipped. She was a prisoner, for the love of the gods. He was supposed to be watching her for any sign of trouble, not letting his mind wander to thoughts he had no right to entertain.

She sat up straight, with the intention of showing off her curves to the man before her, who looked up at her with an almost animalistic hunger in his eyes.

"Come on, I thought you had a duty to carry out?" She called, pretending to not notice his distraction. He cleared his throat, before murmuring a quick "ah yes" and following her actions, thought not quite as slowly and seductively as she had conducted it. However, she too took quite a fascination at his toned arms as he straddled the horse. He sat behind her, and she peered behind her shoulder watching every movement he made.

"Ride" He commanded, refusing to look at her and instead attempting to focus on anything and everything else. "If you can prove that I can trust you then I may get you your own horse to ride."

She hummed. "Yes, sir, I will be a good girl." Before winking and turning her head back so it was now facing the road ahead.

As the weeks progressed, so did Y/N's attraction towards Sihtric, and unbeknownst to her, Sihtric had grown both a fondness and an attraction to his prisoner. Over the days, Y/Ns overly confident façade had slipped and her true personality shun through- she could not help it. She tried to stop herself from divulging information about herself, but spending hours on end with a person who you naturally get along with will only end one way. Sihtric's façade had slipped through too, for he was no longer giving her the cold shoulder and revelled in both the light hearted and deep conversations that they would have.

"Do you think he will find me guilty, Sihtric?" Y/N asked, randomly. Sihtric lowered the reigns that he held firmly in his hands, consequently slowing his horse down so that he was now riding next to her. He looked at her for a moment, clearly pondering her question. His gaze lingered on her face, studying the lines of worry that softened her usual confidence. “I believe what you say, and I think he will too” he said finally, his voice quiet but steady.

"But what if he does not?" Her words tumbled from her most almost immediately as he had stopped speaking, it was clear that it did not matter what he said.

"Then I will do what I have to do." He reached out his hand and placed it on her leg softly.

“Though I must admit, I’m not entirely sure whether I’d be fighting for your life... or my sanity.”

Her brow arched, a spark of amusement flickering in her eyes. “Your sanity?”

He leaned slightly closer, his dark gaze sweeping over her face and lingering on her lips for a moment too long. “You’ve been driving me mad since the moment I met you,” he said, his tone dropping to a low, teasing rumble. “That sharp tongue of yours should be a weapon in its own right. It’s a wonder you weren’t arrested for it alone.”

Y/N blurted out a laugh, one that she was instantly mortified for and so her hands flung towards her face in pure embarrassment. Sihtric heard a very muffled "oh no".

"What was that? I can't hear you." He teased, revelling in her vulnerability. Y/N peered through her hands at him, "leave me alone." She pouted, "I am embarrassed so please pretend that never happened." She laughed, half joking, half (very) serious.

"I did not realise that you were so shy." He smirked. "It is charming."

She playfully leant over to slap him on the shoulder. "I am not shy!" Y/N defended, now coming to a complete stop. Sihtric followed suit and halted his horse, too. "You just." She paused, looking at him- butterflies erupting in her stomach, as they did every time she looked at him. "It's your fault." She finished.

Sihtric grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping low and teasing. "My fault, hmm?" He tilted his head, studying her closely. "How so?"

"You're too… distracting." Y/N looked up at him, her eyes locked into his. He stepped closer to her, closing the tiny gap that was left between them. "You know," he said softly, his voice low, "I don’t think you realise how beautiful you are when you’re not trying to hide behind that boldness of yours." His hand reached her face, where he gently swept lose pieces of hair away.

"Is that so?" She asked, her stomach erupting with fireworks, and her heart skipping a million beats. She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers. He nodded, humming a yes.

Before Y/N could say another word, Sihtric leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both fiery and tender, as if he had been waiting for this moment. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the rush of their emotions colliding.

Sihtrics hands found her waist, as he harshly gripped her and pulled her closer. In turn, Y/N’s placed her hands firmly on his chest, gripping him tightly as she kissed him back, the butterflies in her stomach exploding into something much deeper—something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. His lips were gentle at first, coaxing, but quickly deepened as the tension between them snapped. The kiss became more urgent, more desperate, and Y/N found herself leaning into him, as if she couldn’t get close enough.

She did not know what was going to happen to her, nor did she know how this had all happened. But what she did know, was that she was excited for her future with Sihtric, she just wished he would take the chains off.

[libraryofloveletters]

A Sweet Treat

Yuki Tsunoda x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a bit of yelling, Carlos gets the blame loool - turn one mishaps, some bickering, yuki is big sad, christmas treats, make ups, platonic relationships

Word Count: 636

Author's Note: it's not yuki if it's not food related so of course, this one is food related lmao

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Over your years at Alpha Tauri, you developed a habit with your driver; a sweet treat left behind as a peace offering when something went wrong. This time, Yuki was the one leaving the sweet treat. 

It had been a long week, three weeks actually.

You had been on a triple header and everyone was getting sick of seeing each other. It's the last long stint before the holiday break, everyone was jet lagged and tired and agitated.

The holidays couldn't come sooner.

Being a press officer meant you were with your driver almost all the time. Yuki seemed to be the most on edge. There was a mishap during free practice, Yuki taking out his anger on you and his driver's room.

"Your yelling isn't going to do anything." You tell him, leaning on the wall. "I didn't do anything wrong! Carlos turned into me!"

"But you yelling at me is going to do.. what exactly?"

Yuki rolls his eyes, pushing past you and storming out of his driver's room, leaving you in there. You walk out behind him, leaning in the doorway as you yell at him.

"I didn't do anything wrong either! You don't get to walk away!" You shout at him, slamming the driver's room door shut as you storm off in the other direction.

This was usual for the two of you. You and Yuki tended to bicker and fight all the time but you always made up. One of you would leave a sweet treat for the other, a peace offering of sorts.

This time, it wouldn't be you.

--

You two went into the holiday break on bad terms, the two of you barely spoke the entire weekend you had left together.

Now that you were home, you didn't want to think about racing until it was time to go back in March. You were going to use the winter break to unwind and relax, starting now; you were on the couch relaxing, trying to pick out a Christmas movie to watch.

There's a knock on your door, it takes you a second to untangle yourself from your blanket and make it to the door. Peeking out of the peephole, you didn't see anyone but you opened the door just to make sure.

A giant gift basket sat on your welcome mat, you picked it up and carried it inside.

Carefully wrapped in cellophane, you undo it to find a bottle of wine, an assortment of Christmas cookies in all different shapes. There's a note shoved into the corner of the basket, beside the bottle of wine.

Pulling it out, you unfold it to read what it says.

I'm sorry, forgive me

Yuki.

You set the note now, looking for your phone to call the man. He picks up after 2 rings. "Hello?"

"Hey," you say, "I got your basket."

"Do you like it?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah, and I forgive you. Even though you're annoying."

Yuki laughs, you can sense the relief. You were both too stubborn to apologize, hence why you left things the way you did but it was nice that you've fixed it.

"Since you forgave me, I'm coming up." He says and your brows furrow. "What do you mean you're coming up?"

"I dropped it off and ran away," he chuckled, you can hear his car room shut in the background.

"Okay," you laughed. "The door's open, just come in."

You hung up, setting your phone down as you put some of the cookies on a plate. The front door opens and closes, you can see Yuki make his way to the kitchen. "Can I stay?" He asks and you shout back a yes after you hear the clinking of the wine glasses.

Yuki meets you on the couch, the glasses now being filled with the wine from the basket as you see the plate of cookies down, tossing the blanket over your lap.

"We're okay?" He passes a glass to you.

You nod, tapping your glass to his gently. "Perfect."

[jaeyunverse]

love for sale (teaser)

PAIRING(S) | nishimura riki x fem!reader

GENRE(S) | fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, fake dating, prep school au

EST. WORD COUNT | i am not sure actually so i will say anywhere from 5k to 12k

WARNING(S) | profanity, prejudice, class discrimination + all warnings to be added in the full fic

SUMMARY | nishimura riki wants to piss off his mother and you need money to keep studying at clayton prep after your scholarship is under the threat of being terminated. it just so works out that you’re the exact kind of person his mom despises, and riki has more than enough money in his bank account to fund your education.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE | i don’t even know how long this wip has been catching dust in my docs LOOOL i am very excited to get started on it though! i hope u enjoy the teaser <3

Nishimura Riki was really starting to get on your nerves. 

Normally, he was a person who couldn’t stop riling you up for his amusement. You tried to pretend he didn’t exist, but there was something about him that compelled you to shoot back with a jab of your own every time he taunted you.

Your life without his annoying presence would have been simpler, but overall, he was harmless.   

However, his behaviour from the past few days was really starting to make you wonder if he had gone off the deep end and finally lost his mind. 

“Leave me alone, Nishimura!” you snapped, tired from having to tell him the same thing over and over again. “I am not doing you the stupid favour.”

“I’m not asking for a favour!” he protested. “I’m willing to give you anything you want in return. This is a legitimate transaction involving give-and-take.”

“I don’t want shit from you and you’re an idiot to think of your proposed arrangement as a mere transaction.”  

“You’re making a mistake, Y/N.”

“No,” you said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. “I would be making a mistake if I agreed to be your fake fucking girlfriend. How the hell did you even think to ask me that?”

Riki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He glanced around your school hallway and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along to god-knew-where.

“Wha—” you began, but he cut you off.

“It’s too crowded here. We can’t discuss this matter in public under any circumstances.” 

Scoffing, you snatched your arm back. He paused for a moment, watching you overtake him and walk ahead. When he didn’t follow, you glared at him over your shoulder. 

Riki rolled his eyes and took long strides towards you. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” you replied sharply, not allowing him to walk beside you and making sure to stay a step ahead. 

Perhaps, Clayton Prep’s snobbiness had rubbed off on you more than you’d suspected. Though you supposed it was bound to happen someday since you’d been surrounded by teenagers born with a diamond spoon in their mouth for the past few years.

Opening an inconspicuous door at the end of the hallway, you trudged inside and found yourself in an empty classroom. Nishimura Riki kicked the entrance shut behind him and turned to you. 

“Look, I’m not happy to have this conversation over and over again either, but I need you. I don’t have a fucking choice.”

You snorted. “You need me? Pray tell.”  

“My mom hates people who don’t have money and influence.” 

“Oh, you could not be more wrong if you thought telling me this would convince me to help you.” 

“I’m not done,” Riki snapped. “Just hear me out before you jump to conclusions.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“My grandfather’s shares will be transferred to me once I turn 21 and she’s pissed I’m going to get control of the business instead of her,” he muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “I have no doubt about my mother’s love for me, but she has been dreaming about taking over the company ever since she was a kid. She can’t do that by herself anymore, so she’s going to try to do it through me by getting me to bend to her will. I can’t let her put a leash on me and start dictating my life.” 

“If you think going out with me will send her a message, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought you were,” you said and scoffed with disbelief. “You want her to back off, Nishimura? You better come up with something that doesn’t make you look like a spoiled brat rebelling against his mommy.”   

“You don’t know my mother,” he growled. “She has always been prejudiced against poor people. Money and power are all she cares about, and I will not let her come after what belongs to me.” 

“You know what?” you fumed and stomped towards him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “You’re an asshole. You came to me for help and you still had the audacity to humiliate me. Not to mention that your sob story makes you sound like a hypocrite who only cares about money too.”  

“I don’t give a shit about the money. I care about keeping my grandfather’s legacy alive,” he bit back and took a step closer. “There’s a reason he was willing to give his inexperienced grandson his company rather than hand it over to his daughter.” 

“Well, I don’t give a shit, Nishimura!” you shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Deal with your goddamn problems by yourself. We’re done having this conversation.”

Shoving him away, you walked to the door and ripped it open. However, before you could leave, he said, “You’re here on scholarship, aren’t you?” 

Freezing in your tracks, you turned around and narrowed your eyes at him. “What?” 

“Sorry.” Riki laughed humourlessly. “That was a stupid question. I know you’re here on scholarship. Everyone does, and that’s because Clayton Prep isn’t known for charity.” 

“You’re going to end up with a bloody face if you don’t watch what you say,” you warned, trying your best to keep the chain on your temper intact. 

“Do you know why this school doesn’t offer scholarships, Y/N?” he inquired and slowly closed the distance between the two of you, unfazed by your threat. “It’s because my mother is a trustee on the board and prohibits financial aid. 

“The only reason you were accepted is that my grandfather built this place from the ground up. He wanted you here because saw something special in you. He may have overruled her decision then, but he’s not here to keep protecting you now.”

The colour drained from your face and your heart dropped to your stomach. “Are you threatening me?” 

“I’m giving a rundown on the facts and am offering you an opportunity,” Riki corrected. “I have more than enough money to pay for your entire education at Clayton Prep. You just have to say yes to helping me piss my mom off.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek and stared at him, your hands curling into fists at your side. You couldn’t believe you’d been stupid enough to not predict what Mr. Nishimura’s death would have entailed for you.

Though, you didn’t blame yourself. The man had quite literally picked you from the streets and given you a shot at living a meaningful life. He’d gifted you a future, and you’d spent months grieving his passing. 

You weren’t going to beat yourself up for not being a cold-hearted, selfish and conniving bitch. 

But now that Riki had pointed out the glaringly obvious, you had to strongarm yourself. You couldn’t let his mother kick you out because you didn’t have the resources to study at Clayton Prep.

Besides, if there was one thing you were aware of without a doubt, it was your self-worth. You’d proved yourself to be smarter than every single student attending the school on several occasions. 

Blowing out a breath, you closed the door. There was a gun to your head, and making a deal with Nishimura Riki was the only visible way to survive. 

“What do you need me to do?” 

[glitterclan]

I've been really enjoying this blog so far, and the colony lore, as well as Falconshine's lore, have me interested.

Because of your good grasp on worldbuilding, I was wondering if, without delving into spoilers, the other three clans would ever get some more screentime or lore built around them?

For example, are there any cats within the other three clans who are related to any of our protagonists? And if there was a in lore explanation as to why certain cats chose certain clans, considering the territory is practically the same per each? And also how the four leaders were chosen (I'm assuming Starclan sought them out in particular.)

Really looking forward to seeing where this goes!

thank you for your message! admittedly i actually have not really thought much about the other three clans, but i am sure there are some relations between cats in the clans (maybe not familial, as i feel they would join the same clan. perhaps they were part of the same group?) it's hard for me to think about the other three clans because i don't want to just make up characters for them, i'd rather have them ran as generated clans alongside glitterclan. but i'm absolutely not going to run four clans simultaneously and keep track of aaaaall their crossing interactions. i'm sure i will have to show some gathering scenes eventually though, so i may just generate some leaders for that occasion...

there are minor differences in the territories! glitterclan is located on the south side and has access to the twolegplace, which nobody else really wanted. as such, glitterclan is most open to threats originating from the twolegplace. shineclan, glowclan, and sparkleclan likely have access to their own respective things as well, maybe like mountains, forests, or the beach that can offer more prey options. that being said, it seems glitterclan did get the short end of the stick territory-wise, lol

the leaders were chosen specifically by hareclaw, the starclan guide/the last spirit of the old starclan (i haven't visually included him in the story yet because i haven't really found a good place for him loool) i imagine they are all good-aligned cats with strong morals, though perhaps some future leaders will not follow this tradition...

it's a bit difficult to come up with consistent lore for a story that is based on randomly generated events. so, the lore i have created so far, at this early point in the story, is very barebones so that it remains flexible/open to any sort of change the game may throw at it. however i am sure as specific characters develop more, we will get more juicy lore! (for example, falconshine never really stood out to me in the beginning. but they had a loooot of interesting coincidences happen in their random events that led me to establish a backstory for them. hopefully this can happen with other characters as well!)

[yanderu-deredere]

Saw that some of your OCs are into phone sex sooo! How would they react to their usually shy darling leaving a voicemail or something of him masturbating and you can hear the pap pap of him jerking off in the background?

a/n: hewwo! thank you for the lovely wonderful request! i absolutely love it loool i've included all my ocs that are into phone sex! hope you enjoy! (also lmaooo not the pap pap pap LOOOL)

warning: male reader as requested, phone sex, implied voice kink, male reader is the top LOL, ryouta's is kind of phone sex but kind of not

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

"Hey, I know you're probably working… but I just really miss you—"

Ryouta immediately felt his face heat up and his cock harden at the sound of your voice, all breathy and soft. You didn't usually leave him voicemails so he had gotten worried when he saw that notification on his phone.

Apparently, it was much more of an emergency than he though. His favourite kind of emergency.

"Just— hah, call me back when you get this. Please—"

His hand immediately pressed down on his growing hard-on. Mostly to give himself some sort of relief, something to grind and rut against as he listened to your sweet whining and the gorgeous way you called out his name.

The worst part was that he could hear you in the background, could barely make out the wet smack of skin and lube. Were you that desperate for him?

Ryouta had never seen this side of you before. You were usually so shy and coy, always avoiding his gaze and hiding your warm flustered face. But this? He wanted to see more.

Without even listening to the rest of the voice mail, he called you on Discord. Not on the phone. He needed to see your face, needed to see you and what you were doing.

Thankfully, you seemed to be at your desktop like he was because you answered almost immediately.

Ryouta groaned at the sight of you. Your hair was ruffled, the expression on your face pathetic. You had shed all your clothes and, from the way you sat far enough from your computer camera, he saw you fisting your cock, pre-cum already dribbling out.

“Ryou…” You huffed, hips jerking desperately.

“Are you drunk or something?” Ryouta started pushing down both his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock springing up and achingly hard “You’ve never called me like this before.”

You let out a soft sob “I-I just— I don’t know. I really miss you. You’ve been so busy.”

Ryouta couldn’t tell through the camera but he could guess that your entire face and ears were probably hot and that it took all the courage in you to admit something like that. It probably took you even more to call him, begging him.

Then again, Ryouta got you to beg pretty easily sometimes.

“Oh, darling.” He squirted some lube onto his palm before fisting his own hard-on “What were you thinking about that made you miss me?”

“Just you.” You started pumping your cock faster but Ryouta easily matched your pace “How you feel wrapped around me. How you clench on my c-cock.”

Ryouta had to bite his lip and resist the urge to cum just from your words. To think he’d had that much of an affect on you. It filled him with a sense of adoration for you.

“Want you to hold me tight and k-kiss me.” Your free hand suddenly came up to cover some of your face, likely because you were feeling too shy.

It was something you did often and Ryouta hated it.

“Don’t.” He snapped, frown evident “I want to see you. All of you.”

“Good boy.” His expression quickly turned into a soft smile when your hand dropped immediately and he couldn’t help but think the pouting look on your face was especially cute.

“Just— C-Can you come over? If you’re not too busy?” You arched your back a little, hips still jerking as you ran your fist up and down your hard cock “Wanna show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Ryouta let out a soft chuckle as he leaned back, his fist still matching your pace “Hmmm, I don’t know.”

He relished the devastated look on your face for a minute before sighing “Maybe if you be good for me and cum?”

That shy expression on your face returned but there was no way in hell you could deny him.

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

“Hey, Yeongie, how’s the tour? I really miss you.”

Yeong-bae felt their heart melt a little at your soft voice. After a whole day of tiring fans and preparing for a troublesome concert, the sound of your voice gave them an energy that surprised them.

Like you, Yeong-bae was a bit more on the shy side. Though it was easy for them to pretend not to be, it didn’t change the fact that it drained them to act like the cool and aloof guy their fans expected them to be.

Sometimes, it felt like the only reason they kept being a pop-star was just to pamper you.

You, their timid and cute boyfriend. You, the love of their life. Oh, how he missed you too.

“I— We haven’t done are usual calls lately… I just miss your voice a lot.”

Yeong-bae hadn’t even realized! They felt bad about that. They’d just been so busy and it felt like they barely had time to sleep, let alone do anything else. To think something so important had slipped their mind!

Still, their work didn’t give him an excuse to neglect you, though.

Just as they were about to pause the voicemail to call you, your voice turned a bit breathier and Yeong-bae had to pause for a second to try and figure out exactly what was going on.

“Not just your voice… Fuck… I miss everything about you, Yeongie…”

Something about your voice, the tone it suddenly took, made Yeong-bae’s cock twitch. They shifted in their seat on the hotel bed, hesitant expression on their face. They definitely didn’t want to pause it now.

“Miss the way you kiss me, baby. Ugh— And the way you feel around me— How you used to whine and rut your hips—”

Everything clicked now. In fact, as soon as Yeong-bae realized what you were doing, they heard the sound of you in the background.

It made them rock hard to think that you were talking about them, hand around your cock, jerking it hard enough for him to hear the wet squelch of the lube. Or were you fingering yourself? Were you stretching yourself open at the thought of them?

It was so unlike you to leave a voicemail like that but, maybe, the fact that it was so uncommon made it a lot more appealing to them.

Yeong-bae couldn’t stop themselves. After taking a quick glance at the hotel room door, they started taking off their jeans; not completely but just enough that they could fish their cock out. It was already aching and leaking pre-cum even though they’d barely touched it.

But, then again, you always had that effect on them.

“You’ll call me, right? Fuck, really wanna hear your voice. Wanna cum from just your voice.”

Yeong-bae didn’t even get any lube. They spat into their palm and before wrapping their fist around their cock. They didn’t want to miss a second of your voice, didn’t want to hear anything but the sound of you and your whimpering moans.

Hell, it really didn’t take long for them to cum. You kept whining about how he felt wrapped around your cock, how he’d clench and shake and make you cum inside them.

Just as they heard your grunting shout on the phone, their back bowed and they ended up cumming all over their own hand, splattering on their jeans and on the floor.

Their face felt hot, their body trembling and their breaths coming out in short spurts.

Fuck.

No matter how good it felt, though, Yeong-bae couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. They fell back onto their hotel bed, their fist still gripping the base of their cock.

Maybe they’d call you later, when they were a bit more put together.

soren kumar ★ profile

 “Hi, Soren… It’s around midnight now and, according to the schedule you’ve sent me and the numerous texts you’ve blown up my phone with, your concert should be over…”

Soren cursed under his breath, his eyes immediately flickering to the digital clock on the nightstand beside him. It read 1:20am. So, it’s been an hour or so since your call.

“Usually, when your concert is over, you call me… But you haven’t called yet so I wanted to call you.”

That was probably why he’d been so pissy the last hour or so. Soren was an easily angered guy when his contact with you gets limited. Especially when he hasn’t had his special call with you the night before.

Being away on tour, not being able to see you and be with you, it took a toll on Soren that surprised him. He didn’t realise that falling in love with someone would be this painful, would be this taxing. Now, all he ever wanted to do was be by your side.

Unfortunately, he was a world renowned pop-star so that was impossible.

“I just— Miss you lots. You’ll call me when you get this voicemail right?”

Soren couldn’t help but feel a little smitten with you. You sounded so cute on the phone, so shy and sweet. He felt so bad for missing the usual time the two of you call each other.

He also felt a little worried just because you didn’t sound like your usual self. You didn’t mention feeling sick so he doubted it was that but, if not that, then what?

Soren paused your voicemail and immediately called you.

You answered the phone, all breathy and soft, sounding like you’d run a marathon “Soren?”

“Hello, sweetheart. What are you up to?” He asked but, just hearing you, he already knew. In fact, a smirk spread across his face as he started unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them to the floor.

“Just—” You let out a simpering sigh that made Soren’s cock harden “Just missing you.”

“Doesn’t sound like that’s all you’re up to…” Soren’s voice took on a more chastising tone as he leaned back against the headboard of his hotel bed and pulled out his aching cock “Why don’t you be honest with me, baby?”

A pathetic little whimper left your lips but, of course, you complied “Couldn’t wait for you. Had to… ugh, had to—”

“Be bad?” He supplied the words to you and, immediately, you let out a throaty little sound that made Soren laugh almost meanly.

“I should punish you for that, shouldn’t I?” Soren reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, letting it dribble out onto his hard cock, part of him wishing and imagining it was your leaking pre-cum.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s okay, baby.” Soren’s tone went from mean to soothing as he put the bottle back and fisted his cock “I’ve decided, since I’m the one who was late, I won’t punish you, hmm?”

You let out a relieved sigh.

The sound made Soren want to bully you but the pop-star was a man of his word, no matter what. No punishments. But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun, right?

So, he pumped his cock, thinking of all the things he could do when he was so many miles away.

“But, in return, you’ll have to cum lots for me tonight, okay?” He finally decided and was further convinced he was right when you let out a whiny little protest.

“In fact, why don’t you cum now?” He smirked, gripping his cock a little tighter to prevent himself from cumming too early just at the thought of you “Why don’t you be my good little boy and pump that cock a little faster? Think about me, about how it feels to be inside me, huh, baby. Wouldn’t that feel so good?”

Your groaning hard cry through the phone was like music to his ears.

[dyaz-stories]

Welp, since you gave the go sign, when and how did you start shipping Kagome and Gojo? And what inspired you to make your story?

Loool I'm glad to answer that, it's a very funny story to me actually.

Because when I started shipping them, I wasn't even in the JJK fandom. Like I hadn't read the manga and I hadn't seen the anime. I had one friend who was involved in the fandom and who'd talk to me about it, and I think I'd started seeing edits on TikTok. So I knew about Gojo's Vibe™ and I had a pretty clear, if not really defined, idea for the kind of person he was.

And yeah I was just lying in bed scrolling when I started to think about how Kagome is kinda THE character for crossovers and suddenly I had to get up and start pacing because I had the Vision of Kagome/Gojo and I was like oh wow oh wow oh wow. So as you do I looked them up on Tumblr and Ao3 and was delighted to find some stuff, and decided This Is My Ship Now.

(this is one of my favorite posts for the ship it's absolutely excellent)

So it was love at first sight for me, basically. I think there was something about the idea that Kagome could get through all of Gojo's barriers, literally and figuratively, that really spoke to me. Also, the fact that they're so similar in their roles and yet so different? Chef's kiss. Match made in heaven.

As for what inspired me for the alchemy, it's kinda convoluted. It wasn't the fic I'd planned on writing, and I actually had ideas for two other fics, one of which I'd started working on. I can talk about it in more detail elsewhere if you're interested or want a quick rundown, but the problem I ran into was that they required heavy plotting, and I was in the middle of a time-consuming internship without having read JJK at that point, so I couldn't devote my time and energy to that.

I still wanted to write though, so a low-effort, low-plot fic would have been fine. I came up with the idea for the alchemy in a roundabout way though. Shibuya is the focal point of the manga for me, so it came up a lot when I was thinking about fics.

But when I came up with the starting point for the alchemy, I was thinking about writing a Nanami/Kagome one-shot. Basically they're together without knowing of each other's powers, until Shibuya happens and Kagome, worried for her boyfriend, ventures in. Obviously, she saves him (either from Mahito or by busting everyone out of Dagon's domain expansion).

The problem was that after that, she'd, again, obviously, go on to unseal Gojo. And then we ran into an issue, which was that I realized that the moment she met Gojo, it'd be over for her and Nanami.

Now that is just in my mind and everyone is free to feel and write about them however they want lol. But for me, I realized that the instant, mutual fascination between Gojo and Kagome would be so strong and so intense that they would just gravitate towards each other. Kagome wouldn't necessarily realize what was happening right away, but Nanami would. It would just have been sad, and not what I wanted to write.

(I could come up with another Nanami/Kagome story where that wouldn't be an issue mayyyybe but in those circumstances, there just wasn't a way out for them I'm afraid)

(actually it is angst I could get behind, but at that point I didn't want to write it) (no actual cheating involved, but Kagome would fall in love with Gojo while still with Nanami, and he wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it from happening despite knowing it's happening and seeing it unfold) (he'd think he should leave her but wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it and eventually she'd be the one to go) (I think Gojo would never make the first move in those circumstances)

Buuuut the idea of Kagome coming in the Jujutsu world via Shibuya did stick with me. It started out as just a one-shot, ending where chapter one ends basically, and then I got attached, which I should have seen coming tbh, and now here we are lol.

[whorekneecentral]

Hi bestie can I get phone sex with Erling along with prompt #64. Some details: the reader is away for work and Erling calls her late at night, he’s all whiny because he’s horny and he misses the reader. They rub one out together.

the last line made me giggle won't lie // prompt: “say my name- louder.” 

You were supposed to be home this weekend - Erling's first weekend off in a while and you got stuck on a stupid work trip. You tried so hard to get out of it and have a co-worker cover for you but the last 2 times you were supposed to go, you swapped so you'd be able to join your boyfriend at his games.

Now he was stuck at home all alone in your big bed while you were 4 hours and two cities away.

Erling could still smell your perfume on the sheets, the ideas swirling in his head; he is but a man and not one with a strong mind when it came to you.

Erling's cock twitches at the thought of you, now constrained by the tightness of his shorts. He hits your number, the phone on speaker next to him as he shoves his shorts down. He felt guilty for calling but he lets the line rings a few times and he figures you’re sleeping but you pick up at the last second. 

“Erling, baby?” Your voice laced with sleep as you called out to him. 

You can hear the slight whimper and breathing from his end. “Sorry,” he breathed, hand wrapped around his cock. “Did I wake you?” 

“It’s okay,” you tell him, shifting to lay on your back so you can set the phone on the pillow next to you. “Are you okay? I thought you’d be sleeping.”  You yawned.

 He mumbles, “I’m okay, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine honey, what’s wrong?”

He sighs, "I miss you." The words earn him a smile he couldn't see. "I miss you too."

"I wish you were here."

"Why's that?" You asked, you could hear the movement on his end of the call. It was abundantly clear what was happening.

Erling is quiet, his hand moving up and down his cock slowly as he imagines what it would be like if you were there instead. You find yourself in the same situation; imagining what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line, your hand slipping down the front of your panties. 

“What did you call for, Erling? ” You ask him softly, your voice pulling him back to reality. “Mhm, missed your pretty face,” he says and you smile. 

Even when he’s horny, he’s still as charming as the day you met him. 

“I think you miss more than my face.” 

He plays dumb, “what do you mean?” And it’s almost like you can see the cocky smile on his face. 

“I think you miss me, honey. My touch, my hands, my lips, my taste.. my-” “Yeah,” he cuts you off with a ragged breath. “Everything about you.” 

“Mhm,” you smile to yourself, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “I was thinking about you,” you tell him, “missing the way your fingers stretch me out, make me feel so full.” 

“Really?” He asks a little too eagerly, mentally kicking himself for sounding so desperate. You hum in response.

“I wish I was there,” he admits, hand still moving but a bit faster this time. “Me too,” you hum, eyes closed as your other hand reaches down to rub on your clit.

Both you and Erling were on the edge of orgasm, the tightening knot in your stomach. “Erling, god, fuck, please.” You ramble out.

He finally finds the energy to speak. "Say my name- louder."

Head tossed back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself slip over the edge. Your fingers are moving but you barely register the physical feeling of it. Erling's name falls from your lips like a prayer, along with a string of please, yes and all the explicits under the sun. Erling follows a moment after you; his name coming from you, in that context, imagining how pretty you must look was enough for him. The warm liquid all over his hand and his lower stomach. 

"You there?" You whispered after a few moments and he answers with an uh huh. You can't help the giggle. "I love you," you tell him.

He smiles, "love you more."

[giigil]

No promises to keep. (236 SPOILERS.) | Satoru Gojo

you can find it here.

Notes: considering this is the manga, i'm not sure if everyone's up to date with it. with that said, i'm spoilering it if that's the case.

i've listened to no promises to keep on repeat for a couple of days after playing ff7 rebirth and i thought it'd be interesting to base a bot on considering what happened in 236.

ngl when i reread 236, i kinda got pissed loool. still mad at gege, but atp i'm hurting myself more by writing angst, too.

greeting below

They met after Suguru left Jujutsu Tech. It was during the annual Goodwill event between Tokyo and Kyoto. {{user}} was revered as one of Kyoto's top and most promising students as a grade one sorcerer. He'd heard about them from Yaga during Tokyo's discussion for the event. (Of course, Tokyo won the annual event by a landslide, all thanks to Satoru.) They had brief interactions, but he can't remember what was said.

I won't say that it was fate

There were times when they ran into each other while on the Tokyo campus. He swore he even saw them spending time around his family's estate.

I won't say that it was destiny

Within the following months, {{user}} transferred to Tokyo, and Satoru steered clear of them as best he could. He couldn't afford to let another person in—not after Suguru.

But if not, what could it be

That drew you towards me?

They weren't as strong as him; they were far from it. And yet, somehow... they managed to worm their way into his life. Perhaps it was their persistence—their drive to become stronger?

Could it be chance?

But of course, right as he finally accepted it—accepted them, life as a jujutsu sorcerer was cruel.

'Til the day that we meet again

He could never forget watching the light leave their eyes.

Where or when I wish I could say

But believe, know that you'll find me

౨ৎ

He reawakens, gasping for air. His hands instinctively reach towards his midsection, where he can still feel the faint but sharp pain from the mortal wound he'd sustained. He died at the hands of Sukuna.

Satoru observes his surroundings, and his eyes grow wide when he realizes where he is. He's dreamt of this place too many times.

He sees a person in the distance, and his breath catches in his chest. Before he realizes it, he's walking towards them.

It's not long until he's standing right behind them.

"{{user}}—"

[sugarlywhispers]

this is me, rambling about the dream i had with TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO 🫶 you're welcome to join me 😊

omg, okey, so i have to talk about this because if i don't i'm gonna go crazy i am crazy, but that's another story. Last friday night, i had dream with SHOUTO -MF- TODOROKI. 🙈🙈🙈

i'm not a high believer in Shifting, but it had happened to me a couple of times before, where i dream very lucidly, to the point in which i even feel the dream so real i always wake up strartled. And this time, it happened with Shouto.

i was in the UA Sports Festival compiting (why, idk, because I EVEN DIDN'T HAVE A QUIRK, AND EVERYBODY KNEW IT🙈 yep, i'm stubborn like that LOL). What i don't remember is if i was younger or older than Todoroki, but by the way he was sooooo freaking overprotective of me, i guess i was younger. However, he was sooooo shy towards me, that i found myself thinking "wow, he really is that cold in personality".

wherever i went, he was right beside me, taking care that nothing happened to me, and the funny thing was that i told him "dude, i know how to take care of myself," not me always acting like a smart-ass even in my dreams lol AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TURN AROUND, LOOK ME RIGHT IN THE EYES, AND WITH THOSE DUO-COLORED EYES SAY:

"I do it so much better."

Like, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

How dare you, Todoroki Shouto, to be so fucking HOT!!!!!!!!!!

Also, Bakugou Katsuki was a fucking asshole. He punched me twice. No remorse at all. So i kicked him in the balls, and that was it, i won. LMFAO. You bitch, i love you "Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight", but i'm not letting you step over me. Lol i know, with this attitude of mine you can see why i identify a lot with Katsuki 🤭

After that, Bakugou actually searched for me everywhere to get revenge, cuz he definitely can hold a grudge. And this time, Shouto and i knew Katsuki was not hesitant at all to use his flames, so Mr. Shouto "I'm going to protect you from anyone" Todoroki stuck himself at my back, especially because now the activity was in groups of two. Of course he picked me, and i didn't have a choice but to stay with him and honestly enough, i didn't oppose to it loool😉.

Now, here comes what completely took me by surprise:

DEKU AND BAKUGOU WERE A TEAM yep, for the bakudeku shippers out there, including me, this made me smiiiile lol. And let me tell you something, MIDORIYA FUCKING IZUKU IS TERRIFYING WHEN HE WANTS TO BE. But we all knew that, right? It's probably what all of us love about him. 🥰

So, they both were behind Shouto and mine's ass. LOL. i don't know how, but Todoroki and i were winning this shit. And that's when i started to feel weird, cuz suddenly i realized that i did have a quirk. But i was so opposed to use it, like i couldn't control it well, so i completely made myself believe i did not have one. It was so weird, having that knowledge that you have it but if you use it you could kill everyone around. It's even really sad. 😢

Moving a bit forward, BAKUGOU IS SEARCHING FOR MY ASS. Literally. I'm running and he's behind me throwing his mf explosions at me with no fucking care or remorse at all, and i'm dodging them like a champion if i can brag of myself a lil bit, thank you very much. Shouto is been held back by Deku, like, they are continuosly and strongly fighting, Shouto trying to get closer to me as i ran but Izuku grabs him, pulls him back and fights him with all his might (get the reference? 😉 sorry, ignore my idiocy lol). There is even a moment while running where Shouto and i meet eyes and he looks so fucking desperate to get to me that it made me feel all tingly and realize, "oh... he likes me, likes me." 😳

I don't know why, but that's when i remembered when Shouto wouldn't use his flames, and while his story was different than mine, it made me think that if he could control his, i could mine.

YES, I HAD SOME KIND OF FIRE QUIRK. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I knew if i took Bakugou down, Shouto and i would win, so i had to use it.

I was ready, so ready that i even stopped running and turned to that massive man that looked like a monster, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight, AND I FREAKING LET MY FLAMES OUT.

And then i woke up. 😑

I KNOOOOOOWWWW, IT WAS EVEN EXASPERATING FOR MEEE 🙈🙈😩😩

But i do remember something...

Todoroki Shouto's big fucking smile when he saw my flames. And he looked so fucking beautiful and proud 🥲. It's not fair to look like that right at the enddddd 🙈🙈

* exhales long and deep *

So, that was it. That was the dream lol I feel better now that i took it out of chest and head looool ✌️😊✌️

[retphienix]

seconds away from leveling the last thing I need to before L4 ✪ ω ✪

I saw that someone had the much more interesting idea of cheesing the test with limbo, but I have been stuck being told "No" to playing the game for the last 3 tests, so I wanted to actually PLAY with my boy broberon, so I took him on a test run yesterday which proved that it's frankly, a breeze, which is fine :)

And sure enough the real thing was much the same. Basically just ran around having some fun and treating it like a victory lap :)

Since my current Oberon build is... how would I put it, bad strictly fun? I did end up hopping into operator like 2 times when my shields broke and I got antsy, but to be completely honest, I was being over-protective of my self sustain because I don't like retaking these tests, knowing how my build works I probably didn't need to do that.

But my build IS lacking on that front, once upon a time it was a shield gate build but the second the shield changes dropped I ended up reformatting him to be more "generally" aggro and less concerned with living because I'll simply just not die, and that's worked out so far....mostly because soon after that we got the companion reworks and my aggro playstyle allows Guardian to act like a full brief respite shield gate build all its own lmao

Don't trust Guardian the way I trust it with my Oberon. I am wrong. I know I am wrong. My other builds don't act like this- I simply pretend Oberon is immortal and he somehow ends up being immortal despite having no "game plan" for survival put into my build (no extra armor, I don't even utilize the renewal armor most of the time, no augur spam, no general survival mods, no rolling guard- I really take Oberon out there in the nude and he just doesn't die loool)

This guy really survives long runs on steel path strictly off the back of me not running directly to my death and the blind from his 4 (and killing so fast that he can't die) (and my overworked sentinel spamming Guardian)

ANYWAY. EZ TEST. After thousands of hours I can finally say I'm level 4.

That's what that means right?

Free fusion :)

[figula]

VERY quick post bc im literally so fucking exhausted that i ran away from my own party at like 10.30 pm lmfao but im MARRIED, it went really well, i love my friends + my husband x ben's speech was amazing + my dad's speech was rly nice too. my school friends were all like fucking sobbing it was great. i was fully convinced i wouldnt cry at all but when ben started crying when he was reading his vows i was like ok fine ill cry as well

the first look was also like so emotional im really happy it was a private thing bc ben was SOBBING + i couldnt stop crying either like after the ceremony i actually went back to the airbnb and watched some romesh ranganathan to calm down LOOOL so i wasnt just a crying mess

it was really difficult to talk to everyone just bc like there were so many people + it was like so hard to just find the time to give everyone the proper attention so i feel a bit bad about that but i mean i am only on eperson and i did th ebet i could lol

my mum - this was honestly completely a surprise to me - gave me my gran's wedding ring afterwards + i was very moved honestly

i wasnt brave enough to eat any of the catered food - i guess i dont feel any way about this really like i was really brave all day and sometimes you just cant do everything. i think i would have been less exhauted if id eaten proper meals but like i legit just couldnt do it

i will post some pics tmr but they're all on my phone which is charging

but yeah it was a massive massive succes and i am now mrs allfree lol how crazy

[cakenoodle]

The last week of September was a blast.

Friday night Anjunabeats finally came and went. Met up with viv to pregame at her house. Pulled up to republic to link up with lico, peter and christian. it was a mellow vibe for sure till the alcohol hit viv. She was all katsu by 1030pm so we took her home. Her husband was laughing cause we only left the house an hour ago before coming back, he said “did you guys even go to the event yet??” LOOOL. Lico and me then came back to replublic to catch the ending sets. Got home around 2 then crashed out on the ground fully dressed stil.

Saturday night we ran it back to back hard with RiotTen at HawaianBrians and bro it was intense. Christian met up with me since he picked up a ticket last minute. I was hungover from anjunabeats so it was a light drinking type of night. 11pm and the house was packed elbow to elbow, wall to wall. Mosh pit got shutdown from security multiple times. Someone’s gold chain snapped and fell. The ground was absolutely wet from everyone in the crowd and the air lingered of Vicks. As much as chris was throwing down face melting beats I left half an hour before it was over to skip the parking exit chaos. Wore my red vans and it was a life saver!

It’s currently October with some fun Dj’s coming down to Hawaii. Diplo/Zhu, Morgan page, side piece and even seven lions. I didn’t pick up tickets yet but maybe something last minute? You know from FOMO 😭.

Catch you guys at the next event ✌🏻