#I did not proofread this so if there are spelling errors or grammar errors... sorry! Just ignore them if you can lol

[alltimefail-sims]

I woke up to a few anon messages that came in batches at different times, so I'm not sure if these are all from the same person or a few different people, but I'm just going to answer them all here!

Questions and replies below the cut ↓

That is absolutely what I would do. I wouldn't even upload sims who use cc to the gallery, especially if the sims team/EA refuses to tell you what about your sims is being flagged as inappropriate by their standards. After a few suspensions and warnings they will go ahead with a permanent ban and from what I've found in my research, they don't seem to have a lot of flexibility to undo a ban once it has been issued, so you're right to play it safe rather than be sorry.

Thank you for saying that, I genuinely appreciate it! I'm so glad you stopped by for help, and that I could be helpful to you in any way. ❤️

I agree on all fronts! I'm almost positive there will be bugs with this new EP upon release, I just hope they're mild and managable until the Sims team can get out a hotfix. Just hoping the bugs aren't as bad as My Wedding Stories, for instance - that pack was completely unplayable upon release.

I think what we have seen of the build buy items looks really unique and beautiful. I'm always excited to see new traits, although some of them seem so pack-specific that I'm worried how they'll impact gameplay outside of the renter situations. I reblogged a couple isolated screenshots on my page that break down some new potential features - like a rice cooker, standing toilet, marbles and hopscotch for children (new child activities!!! Yay!!), and so on! The world itself seems immersive and different than what we already have and I think the non-American representation has been severely lacking, so it'll *hopefully* be a breath of fresh air.

Somewhat related to this point: the inclusion of a non-American world also gives me hope for the future. I'm still holding out hope for a Spanish inspired world or an African inspired world, but perhaps they'll incorporate one or both in the future. I hate that Selvadorada is a vacation world only!

The negative part of me kind of hates that this feels like "City Living: The Sequel." I'm curious how this will impact the already existent apartment lot types in the game. Hopefully it's different enough to stand on its own, but I just think we should have been able to create apartments all this time. That's the main selling point of this pack for me, and it would seem like that's the shared sentiment in the community as well, so that's unfortunate that we all have to buy/acquire a different pack to implement a feature that could and should have been implemented in another pack. I'm going to withhold judgment until I play though and try to go in with an open mind!

I love refreshing the townies, too! It's actually one of the first things I do when I start a new gameplay save because, like you said, a lot of them don't even have hot/cold weather outfits which is... well, it's expected of the lazy ass sims team lol. I'm not surprised. 🤦 But I can't stand seeing townies walk around in the wackiest outfits, especially the townies I really like!

I've always thought the community, by and large, does a better job handling townie refreshes anyway. I think every time the Sims team touches a beloved townie or alters their lore in any way, they fuck it up lmao. I would rather they just leave it to the people who actually care about these sims...😬

Thank you so much for the compliment, that means so much to me! I know it's cliché, but the more you practice making sims, the better you will get and the more you'll start to see your own "style" take shape. One tip I would give is to use real people as a reference: this helps avoid that "same face" syndrome you can get yourself into. They don't have to be perfect and exact to your reference, but you'll find over time that looking at all these different real people will not only diversify your sims, but also your ideas of beauty. You'll start to notice little things about a face that make it different - a bump of the nose, a slant of the eyes, pulled-in corners of the mouth, a cupid's bow arch of the lips versus a perfectly rounded edge. If you go to Pinterest and just look up "Face claims" you will find a never-ending amount of pictures with people of all different facial features, ages, ethnicities, hair textures, etc. Create a board on there - public or private (that's totally up to you) - and save all the faces you think are beautiful, unique, intriguing, etc. It helps me so much, and my sim style has really developed over time just by doing that!

I have to admit... I'm not a particularly fashionable person: I've been dressing pretty much the same way since middle school not gonna lie (think thrift store grandpa in band/graphic t-shirts and leggings exclusively lmao). So I try to think of the kind of personality my sim has first, which helps me pick an aesthetic style I want to go for when it's time to dress them. I'll think of questions like are they more alternative, or are they preppy? Do they dress for comfort or for style? Would they spend a lot of money on their clothes, or do they prioritize simple, affordable, staple pieces? Are they environmentally-conscious, avoiding animal furs/clothes that could be over the top but also made cruelly? Do they have a culture, religion, or belief-system that encourages modesty and head-coverings of some kind? So on and so forth. Then I might look up pictures or just play around until I find a few outfits that feel right. If you need inspo, go to TS4 lookbook tag as well- there's lots of variety and seeing how people pair some cc pieces might help your creative juices flow!

The Goth family will always have a special place in my heart, first and foremost. Naturally I have to include Erwin Pries (Strangerville GP), my number one silly goose, because he feels like he's mine. I know EA made him and we all have him in our games, but he feels so personal to me. I also love Penny Pizzaz (City Living EP) and the entire Jang family (City Living EP), Sienna Grove and Don Gooseman (Horse Ranch EP), Max Villareal and Lucas Munch (Get Together EP), Bob Pancakes (BG), the Vatore siblings (Vampires GP), Morgyn Ember and L. Faba (ROM GP - sorry Simeon).

Honorable mention to every Wildfangs werewolf and Celene López: I love all of them equally and could not pick a favorite. Another honorable mention to the Behr sisters as well: I don't play with them often, but I love their aesthetic.

Little blurb but this was such a tough question because I had to decipher between the townies I love because I have an attachment to them, versus townies I love because they're done so well by someone else (Gunther Munch by Ai, Hugo and Malcom by tricoufamily, and so on). I feel good about the above list though - I think these are my favorite sims that I play with based on my own attachment and personal headcanons.

Thank you so much!!! 😊🥰

It genuinely makes my heart happy to think that anyone will find joy in a build that I had joy in making. It's like sharing brain children, collaborating in a way - my build housing someone else's sims, two elements creating one story. Idk if that makes sense, but that's my favorite part of the community... just like, creating together.

I wasn't a good builder either, I found the mechanics really confusing at first, but it's actually become kind of a catharsis for my anxiety and adhd. It keeps me focused and grounded and gives me a task to direct my, at times, directionless energy. I also recommend using floor plan pictures from Pinterest to help practice building as well! I have a whole board of floor plans and exteriors!

Anyway, if this is all my same friend who came to me for help, I'm sorry I wrote you a book lmao! If this is more than one person, I'm also sorry all my answers were long. I am so appreciative when anyone comes to talk in my inbox, I'm so happy that running this account has helped me meet so many wonderful people!

Anyway, I'm probably too sentimental this time of year (lol). I'll wrap it up now.

Byeeeee! ❤️

[mandukkul]

LOVE BETWEEN TWO — n.rk

synopsis: you and riki have different ways of seeing love but, in the end, you'll always know who you'll end up with.

or

moments building up before the first i love you

tags: childhood friends to lovers, non!idollau, neighbour!riki x f! reader, FLUFF!!!, only fluff and comfort :)

warning: proofread but might have some spelling + grammar errors

wordcount: 4.5k

published: 3rd october, 2024

authors note: this oneshot acts as a thankyou for all the followers and love i get!! i’m so sorry for not being more active :( BUT i completed this! and i just want to say THANK YOU FOR 1000!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU WHOLE!!! as much as riki loves you! and as much as we love riki :)

reblogs + comments appreciated

Act 1: loving 

Riki had never understood love – that is, until he met you. He knew he loved many things, like dance, and his family and friends, but if you had asked him if he knew what love meant, he would have buffered like a 2000s-era computer. Of course, Riki knew what love was; he had watched it in K-dramas and had seen it rendered in manga. By their definition, love was hard. Love was hard and difficult and full of miscommunication, but also, love was soft and kind and offered the sweetest touches to one's heart that anyone could ask for.

Love was everything, and nothing, all at the same time.

He then concluded, after the piles of pirated manga and dramas he had accumulated over his 17 years of boyhood, that love was simply you. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand that; he knew if it wasn’t you, then no one was going to fit that definition of love for him. Riki didn’t fully understand love, but he understood you – how he felt about you. You, in all your beautiful glory. Love was your touch, your smile, your laugh. Love was what he looked forward to every day.

You were truly the only exception to his dilemma of love, because with you, love came so easily. Love was just like breathing – it was so effortless when it came to you. Love for you felt like rain kissing his cheeks in humid summers, like snow tickling his nose during winter, like an autumn leaf falling on his head in the fall, like cherry blossoms blooming when spring arrived.

Love for you felt like nature, like it was natural. He was sure he had been born to love you, inside and out. From the moment he had met you at the age of 4, when you were dressed in stained patchwork overalls, obviously from playing in the dirt; your hair tied in uneven pigtails because you had just had to tie them yourself. Your hands clasped some wilted old flowers he had passed while walking Bisco; you had offered them to him as a greeting gift with that cute little grin of yours.

“Hello! Want to be my best friend?”

Four-year-old Riki didn’t know it just yet, though he did have an inkling, but he would be head over heels for the girl in front of him for the rest of his life.

He had stared at the flowers in your hand, weak and slouchy in posture. He looked back up at you and didn’t have the heart to tell you that those flowers were the exact ones Bisco had decided to relieve herself on. So, he took those piss-stained flowers and nodded his head with as much agreement as his little body could give.

At the ripe age of 18, as he watched you from across his window, peering into your room, where you haphazardly flopped onto your bed with exhaustion despite only hanging out in his room all day. He could just tell you had screamed into your bed by the way you flailed around at the edge. He watched you suddenly stop, as if you had run out of battery, flip over to your back, and lay still for a while longer.

He loved you.

You could sense him staring at you, with your strangely acquired Riki-sense. You lifted your head to confirm your theory, and there he was, leaning against the window frame staring into your room. His eyes lay still on the object that was yourself, and he was filled with so much adoration, so much love, so much bliss at even the sight of you.

And yet, you scoffed at his blatant staring, feeling his chocolate-brown eyes peer into your soul like the Ghost Rider from the movies. Of course, he had that stupid love-stricken look, and of course, he was already waiting for you to stare back.

Love for you had meant many things – too many things to quite pinpoint the right meaning. As you grew up, you learnt more about love than loss, and hence, you learnt that love hurts.

Love was like the humidity in summer, where the air was too thick, and the wind stuck to your skin; love was like the dullness of autumn, where the wind was cold and brisk but not enough to complain about – just enough to be irritable; love was like winter, where it got so cold you couldn’t even feel your face anymore, the season of sickness and disease that forced you to remain indoors and watch the sky cry frozen tears; love was like spring, when hay fever was at its worst, staining your cheeks with unintentional tears and a stuffy nose.

Love was hard. Love was difficult. Love was confusing.

You remembered every single time something you had loved got lost. The very first time was when the friendship bracelet Riki had made you when you were 5, decorated with mismatched charms and trinkets, disappeared one day when you went to the park. The nights you had spent crying didn’t outweigh the nights 5-year-old Riki had spent consoling and reassuring you that he’d make another one – a better one. But 5-year-old you knew the sentiment that was put into that very first bracelet, the one made without obligation to be replaced.

You remembered wailing about how it wouldn’t be the same, that Riki would have the very first bracelet, and you’d have a stupid second version because you had been careless. Then, you remembered the sound of beads crashing onto the ground, scattering anywhere and everywhere. You were scared you’d slip and crash despite being a giant compared to a measly bead.

“Now I’ll make two new ones so we’ll both be the same again.”

You couldn’t recall a more romantic and pleasant memory, where Riki had been so genuine and cute, so willing to give up something that was his to meet your happiness.

Five-year-old Riki really had you wrapped around his finger from that day on.

Despite your own volition, your heart bloomed and blistered, so full of him. It beat to the spelling of his name (in Morse code), and you couldn’t help but pull the threatening smile down into the scowl you attempted to display.

Like clockwork, your eyes locked with the same amount of love and willingness that you gave yourself credit for. You crawled towards your window and lifted it open so you could talk to him again as if the past 12 hours hadn’t occurred.

He was waiting for you, gazing like the stars had blessed his presence – graced his very being with the holiness that was you.

You had to force yourself to calm the oh-so-obvious flush of your cheeks, putting it down to hike up to your room as the reason for your sudden flare-up.

“Aren’t you tired of looking at me all day?” you remarked, and he was so quick with his reply, “I could never get tired of looking at you.”

Him and his flirty personality. You didn’t remember where he had gotten it from, or how he had developed it. You’d grown up with him all your life, and that part of his personality was still an anomaly.

You let a scoff out, rolling your eyes and folding your arms, blatantly ignoring the ache in your cheeks that you refused to surrender to his love.

“It’s not like I’ll disappear if you blink, relax,” but Riki had never been more relaxed than when he was looking at you. Not just the plain stares he gave during his maths classes, or at the dinner table, or even when he stared at his home screen that was so obnoxiously filled with you, but the type that showed interest, that showed he was immersed, devoured, totally consumed by whatever had his attention.

He liked to think he had found the perfect balance of clinginess and distance but still unknowingly leaned towards pulling you in.

“Most girls would love it if I stared at them,” he had said.

He was right. Nearly every girl at school would have sold an arm and a leg just for the boy to even look in their direction. If you weren’t you, you would have cherished and felt blessed to even have the Nishimura Riki in your presence.

But you were you, and you had grown up with this annoying brat all your life. Even if he could be sweet and sensitive at times, or when he tried to show you he was more man than boy, he was still Riki: your first friend, your best friend, and your first love.

Besides, someone had to keep his beautiful ass humbled, or else he would have resorted to those once-targeted alpha male Andrew Tate ads.

“To be honest, I find it a bit creepy,” you had snickered to yourself as he pouted at your response.

Those cute lips of his.

You had always known how to bring his rising ego down, one way or another.

With your smart and witty remarks, you anchored him just enough so he didn’t fly away and drift into the realm of egoism.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fine. I’ll stop looking at you,” he had declared, but his eyes betrayed his words, and his gaze never, not once, pulled away. He had one eye open now, tilting his head away but still, ever so slightly, gazing upon the beauty that you emitted.

And you were still looking. Of course, you were; of course, you would.

You never took your eyes off him because he was just so cute, and his attempt to one-up you in snark was quite endearing.

“Good luck with that,” you had laughed, leaning onto your palm as you watched him sigh in defeat, but not before he caught your own gaze on him.

“Oooh, why are you looking at me like that?” he had prompted, leaning over his window to be closer to you. “Do you think I’m cute?” he wriggled his eyebrows ever so playfully, that shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“No,” you had deadpanned, dropping your palm down to the frame. He pouted again, more pouty than usual, pulling a frown.

He whined with one of those annoying squeals, something you had grown used to over the years of knowing him. “My girlfriends are so mean to me,” he had said, frowning with his eyebrows pinching and lips pouting. You couldn’t help the small pull of your lips, seeing how comical he was being.

For a split second, you had lingered on his words. “My girlfriend,” he had said with so much pride. “My girlfriend” was all you really heard because he was calling you his girlfriend like it was your name, like it was a prize, a gift, a blessing. “My girlfriend” sounded like honey-laced praises.

He had feigned a gasp at the sight of you trying to hide your smile, and then you had burst into giggles because, of course, you revelled in his misery. But it was okay because the sound of your laughter, that joyous giggle, had erupted because of him, and that was more than enough to subside the little bits of bullying you always seemed to aim at him.

His heart beat along with the rhythm of your laugh.

It was late, and the stars had been watching your tales unfold.

Of a girl whose love yearned and pined, reaching the moon and kissing the ocean. Whose love was kept sacred and scarce, and yet, a love that was sought after, searching for love like hers. One that treasured and was kept safe, a love made of steel but soft like wool. A love that comforted.

And of a boy who loved like no other, so full and so rich. Whose love poured like the rain kissing the ground – endless and fulfilling. A love so abundant, it counted for the world.

There was so much love, too much. It was overbearing, consuming, and it was eating you both alive.

It was overwhelming.

“Hey.”

Your name had left his mouth like honey.

The silence of the gap between your two homes became deafening. Your laugh had slowly died, and your attention had glued onto him alone.

It was now or never.

Riki had known that love was you. He had known that the moment his eyes met yours, his definition had been filled in an instant.

He knew, he had loved – no, he loved you.

His second pause after the call had been enough to erupt a yawn from your lips, ever so slightly slipping past your perfectly shaped lips.

“You should get to bed,” he had said, but the lovesick gaze that you were too tired to catch said everything.

You had fought the urge to ask him what he was really thinking. You were tired, but you knew Riki – your Riki. You knew how his eyebrows pinched a certain way when he contemplated, only further accentuated when he hesitated.

You had his entire face burned into your mind, and your heart.

But for tonight, you had let him and his burning thoughts wait as you slightly nodded.

“I’m not gonna wake you up this time,” you replied, smiling ever so slightly.

You had left your window open, as you always did. Your window to his – it was like you were always together, connected through a fated string that crossed from one pane to the other.

…

Act 2: between 

You had grown to find joy within nothingness—or so you told yourself.

All your life, you had searched for things to put meaning into. Simple commodities that resembled fractions of joy you attempted to keep. As a child, you had never pondered trivial things that would be impossible to find answers to.

You loved the definite, the certain, the things you knew you could hold close to your heart and never let go. Like the grudge you held for the boy who had bullied Riki when he was nine—too fiery of emotions for little you to experience. Your little face had burned red with anger, fists balled and shaking with rage. There had been no stopping nine-year-old you from unleashing divine fury upon the bully. Or like the childhood bracelet Riki made when you were kids, which you had sworn never to remove despite the horrendous combination of charms. A symbol of your eternal friendship.

As you stuffed your locker with yet another textbook you barely cared about, you heard cheers echo against the walls, ricocheting straight into your ears. The stampede of footsteps seemed to hurdle past you, racing toward an unknown presence from across the hall.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know who that presence was. Of course you did. You couldn’t ignore it, not when his fiery gaze burned holes into the back of your head.

You subtly looked over your shoulder, and there he was, in his glorious seven-foot-something stature. You saw how all the girls crowding him seemed to be trying to attract his attention, calling for his name, asking him silly, mundane questions. Anything just for a simple glance, but all Riki could do was stare at you like you were a lost treasure he had just discovered.

His gaze alone spoke a thousand words.

"I wish I could hold you."

"Your hand is mine."

"I want you."

"I need you."

"I miss you."

Those were more your feelings than what you thought his gaze said, but you had an inkling he felt the same way.

In the space between you, from metres away across the hall, you couldn’t help but feel so full of him—him and his love. He was saying nothing, yet the whole world went deaf in his presence.

You could see, miraculously through the heart-eyed girls, how he fidgeted with the little torn hem at the bottom of his shirt, remembering how you had been the culprit for that "measly" (his words, not yours) tear.

You watched as he scratched his neck awkwardly, trying to be as polite as a boy could be when rejecting a starry-eyed girl. They gave him chocolate-covered strawberries—though you knew he’d only eat them if they were microwaved despite your protests—and little love letters he would never end up reading, also despite your pitied protests.

All you wanted to do was pull him out of the crowd of crazed girls, to scream that he was yours—despite often telling him that you weren’t an object and shouldn’t be defined as "mine." Maybe it was jealousy that rippled through your blood, burning with a touch of yearning because, of course, you yearned for him. Every second of the day.

You yearned for his touch, his words, his silence.

Despite your many reluctances to say so, you were so deeply infatuated with Riki, you might as well have sprawled it across your forehead. Every distant look, light feathery touch, gentle breath that brushed against the shell of your ear. Everything he did, you clung to like a hoarder. A stupid, love-stricken hoarder. Every thought of yours was consumed by him, captivated by his every essence. Feminists before you would have shaken their heads, disappointed by how much you thought of Riki.

Frankly, you were too smitten with your dear ol’ boyfriend, even if he claimed you didn’t show enough affection to him.

Maybe it was for the best, as your gazes left each other like strangers with a fleeting glance. Similarly to last night, there was an invisible wall separating the two of you, tension threatening to crack under the pressure.

Riki was still being bombarded by love-sick girls, his longing gaze shifting into more of a plea as he watched you with all the free space he was supposed to take up.

You ignored his plea, of course, turning back around and into your locker. You would speak to him later anyway—it’s what he gets for making you late this morning (you had waited for him, as you always did).

…

Act 3: two

The two of you sit in the silence of your room for a change. The curtains of your window that peer into his room are pulled shut, dimming the space enough that you can only tell his expressions if you’re inches away from each other.

Which you are.

Riki insisted on staying over this time, wanting to leave the musk of his room for once. But really, he misses the sight of your walls.

Plastered across from him are pictures of friends and family, some of him and your shared friend group, others of his sisters and you. He thinks to himself how you have a knack for interior design, pleased with the way you showcase your love through photographs.

You say it eternalises the memories, so even when you’re both old and rotten to match your insides, you’ll always have the days of your youth.

And there’s a little flutter in his stomach when he thinks back to this memory because you said “both.” He loves that you see him forever entangled in your life.

Riki watches you doom-scroll on that godforsaken bird app. He likes to believe he’s got all your micro-expressions down—like the slight twitch of irritation in your eyebrow, the lift at the corner of your lip when you see something funny, or the scrunch of your nose when you see a resurfaced video of Nikocado Avocado.

Riki doesn’t spend half as much time on his education as he does staring at you. You’re awfully beautiful in your (his) shirt and dirty sweatpants. You’ve never bothered putting effort into your appearance when you’re in the comfort of your (or his) room, having known him far too long to care if he thinks your shirt smells like perpetual instant ramen.

His eyes travel from your appearance back to your face, and he just loves you. Loves sitting next to you. Loves seeing your face.Loves your appearance. Loves your personality. Loves that you're the opposite of a breath of fresh air—you’re comforted in his old, musty room.

Because even if he and you were stuck back in his room, you’d never change. You’re constant.

He loves the way your voice drops when you sense your tone’s shifted higher when talking to him, saying you’ll never be caught speaking to him with a babied voice. He loves how you deny his obvious affection for you—behind closed doors, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his friends. He loves your loudness, your quietness, your happiness, your silence.

He loves you.

He’s going to say it.

As he stares at you, yearning for you, you pretend not to notice the burning gaze of your lover. Twitter lost your attention long ago—the nth tweet about yet another scandal circling the app. Instead, you focus on your breathing. With how wild your heart’s beating, the best you can do is control how you breathe—ensuring you don’t fold in front of the lovely boy cuddled up next to you.

If Riki really knew how much you adored him—his hair, his eyes, his laugh, his smile, him—you’d never hear the end of it.

In truth, you’re simply enamoured with him. You love him. Everything about him. Years of girlhood wasted on a beautiful and sweet boy. Girlhood never prepares you for how to love a boy so lovely, so perfect. You think about how there have only been a few moments in your life where you’ve felt nothing but bliss.

Childhood was easy; ever since that fateful day where you picked a bunch of piss-covered flowers, you had no worries other than befriending the awkward little boy next door.

You’ll be sure to thank your parents’ boss for the move.

Teenhood, not so much; it’s riddled with an array of angst and anxiety. It’s a surprise you’re not imploding from the assignment you’ve been procrastinating or having a philosophical crisis like “what is love?”. But no, teenhood, albeit filled with plenty of anger and sorrow, has its fair share of wonderful moments.

Like right now, sitting in the comfort of your room—for a change. You’ve spent time imagining how your life would unravel, always with him in it, and how it ended up. The pictures plastered across the room aren’t just for show—they’re evidence that you’re happy.

Blissful.

Without Riki, you wouldn’t know what bliss is. Feeling nothing but pure and utter love.

He’s everything perfect about love.

And of course, you’ve said “I love you” plenty of times—80% of those times were when you were just kids. But that was when you were just friends. A silly phrase, really, because if you ask anyone who’s known you two since you were kids, they’d say you guys got married at the ripe age of seven with grass-bladed rings and flower crowns, with any passing animal as witness to your youthful marriage.

But now you’re dating—the dreaded boyfriend-girlfriend status. Nothing’s really changed in your relationship. Riki remains full of love and charisma, his attitude never wavering because, as he puts it, he’s known you were “the one” since you handed him those dirty flowers. You’ve remained witty and lovely as always, retaining the same spunk you had as a kid. The only two differences (soon to be one) are that your status has changed from friends to dating, and you’ve yet to say those three words, eight letters.

The phone that sits in your loose grip almost slips out, clearly losing its purpose of mindless distraction. To your dismay, Riki catches sight of your fumble, noting that you haven’t scrolled in seven minutes.

“Did my shameless staring finally catch your attention?”

He’s shameless, alright.

You drop your phone, staring deep into his dreamy eyes. You remain silent, but your expression tells him everything.

Despite the pull of your eyebrows and the purse of your lips, you love him.

“Say… what’s one thing you love about me?” he prompts, ready to finally tell you those long-awaited words. He’s thought it all out—how he’d list everything he loves about you, like he’s about to write your biography. He’s been dreaming of this moment since you started dating.

You think thoughtfully, like you’re scrounging your brain for an answer, leaving the silence in the room to deafen him with anticipation.

“Hey! Stop thinking so much!” Riki exclaims, offended that you’ve taken more than three seconds to answer, while his response would take 0.003 milliseconds (at least in his mind).

You let out a playful giggle, something you gave up trying to hide long ago. “I’m kidding,” you say, smiling.

“I’m kidding,” he mocks you in his ridiculous, high-pitched voice.

You love many things about him, too many to count. You simply love everything about him, like a reflex you can’t control.

“I love it when you’re silent.”

Riki visibly deflates, a slight frown ghosting his plump lips. His eyebrows pinch into a “what the hell” kind of expression, and his nose scrunches cutely at your words.

But you smile knowingly, taking in his sudden silence. You tune into the stillness of the room.

A rapid heartbeat.

“If you hate talking to me, just sa—”

“Because even when you’re quiet,” you interrupt, stretching your hand out to gently caress his hair, “you’re the loudest in the room.”

Your hand travels from his hair to cup his cheek, and Riki—the ever entranced—instinctively leans into your touch.

“Because you can just look at me, and I hear everything I need to hear.”

Your words are soft, gentle, and Riki swallows the lump in his throat that he hadn’t realised had formed. He stares deeply into your eyes—a different kind of stare than before.

Normally tender and kind, full of unspoken words of love. Now, all you see is devotion.

Riki focuses on the silence you’ve created, tuning into the nothingness that you said you loved about him.

And he thinks he can hear it, the silence.

It’s so loud, it bounces off the walls, pounding in his heart—even you can hear it.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

“What do you hear?” He pulls you closer, your lips hovering above his, so close he can feel your breath.

“I hear ‘I love you.’ ”

Your lips mould against his before he can respond, but something tells him that you know. And besides, he has a lifetime's worth of “I love yous”— he’ll let you have this one.

author's note pt.2: its been more than a year since i made this wip and i finally finished it LOLLL it took me so longggg ANDDD i feel like its a bit lackluster in the second act... ENJOY THOUGH. i love the the ending

[lovetei]

turning back from sheep to human form and being around the brothers would make me so happy bc I'd have a human throat (lololol the wording-) again~ 🥴😵 seriously what if reader turns back having them down their throat is the only think the brother can think or that reader can think. Oh Wooo! I'm dizzy. I'm so sorry I'm terrible. I'm going to the horny jail.

The fact that this is what I've been thinking all day is crazy-

And the amount of requests I'm getting for this certain scenario is also crazy.

At this point this might just turn into a series T-T

And yeah, I'm back :)))

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Sheep!MC turned back into their human form meaning they have their human throat again

Warnings: Smut, blowing work, slight public blow work, overstimulation, grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

Similar Posts: Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program, Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them

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LUCIFER:

The atmosphere inside the office of the mighty Lucifer changed drastically

All he can remember is that he's scolding you

And now you're on your knees as his hips bucked into your mouth mercilessly

"That... That's what you get for answering back." He managed to pant out as his grip on your tightened before he pushed your head closer to his hips, pushing his cock deeper to your throat.

Your eyes shot open as tears streamed down your face "Mim swo-rryy!~" You said after he slightly pulled his dick out of your mouth to let you breath.

A mixture of his cum and your saliva dripped from your mouth to the floor together with your tears as you put your hand between your legs like how he told you, like how obedient dogs are told to.

MAMMON:

The private room of a casino is filled with joyful laughter as Mammon and his colleagues play another round

He's been winning for ten times in a row now

His luck might just be today! Or it might just be under the table.

Another round of poker just started and the joyful laughter that once filled the room is now gone as it is replaced with a tense and eerily quite atmosphere.

Is it really quite though? I think not, considering how lewd slurping sound and satisfied groans leave both of your mouths "Good, good treasure." His voice turned deep and husky as he laid his hand on top of your head.

He continuously patted your hair while subtly guiding you into moving it up and down "Swallow it all now~" His cheeky voice ordered before he pulled your head away from his cock by your hair.

He put his finger in your mouth and forced it open, putting your tongue between his fingers "Very good!~" He praised like you're just a dumb human... His dumb human.

LEVIATHAN:

Everyone that passed Levi's room can just sigh out of pure disgust and dissapointment.

"He's watching that stupid 2D porn again is he?" Is all they can think as they heard loud moans coming from his room.

He won't deny that he's watching that 2D porn, but instead deny their guess that those moans are coming from the computer though.

"U-Ugh!~" He moaned shamefully as he held on his gaming chair for his dear life as he felt his cock touch the back of your throat again "S-Stop doing t-that!" He tried to seem domineering.

His attempt failed miserably though after you did not listen and pushed his cock even more deeper causing him scream pathetically "S-SHIT SHIT SHIT! FUCK U-Ugh! Wa-it! T-Tired, I'm tired!" He begged.

With another lick on his cock, thick white strings of cum shoot out of his dick again before he fell back to his chair, panting. "Wow, wow, wow! Let's try this one now!" You suggested before your hand touched his second dick that has been leaking pre since earlier.

His hands trembled as he tried to grab your wrist and pull it away "N-Nooo!~" He whined out but once again, it fell into deaf ears.

SATAN:

He loved reading books with you

The quite and romantic atmosphere that surrounds the two of you is just ethereal in his point of view.

Although, this session is strangely different from those romantic ones.

He's breathing is weird and erratic as his trembling hands turned over another page "A-And so- t-the army of t-the opposing- A-AH SHIT WAIT NO!" His knees buckled as he released for the nth time.

His upper body collapsed on his desk but you kept his lower body standing by gripping his waist even though his knees has obviously lost all its strength "You're... You're abusing your throat- WAIT WAIT WAIT!"

Before he can even finish his rant you pushed his cock in your mouth once again, going on a fast and brutal pace while he's left on top of his desk completely stupid.

ASMODEUS:

He loves you so much, maybe just as much as he loves himself

Maybe even more and he doesn't even know how that's possible.

But the fact that you're happy that you got your realy body back just makes him happy too.

He tucked a stray hair to the back of your ear as he realesed a contented sigh "What a smart way to test if you're throat is still working properly~" He teased as he slightly bucked his hips up and down similar to your pace.

You just ignored his comment and decided to get back into work "U-Uh~ My beautiful love~" He praised as he continuously stroked your hair.

A soft groan escaped his throat as he squirmed before looking down at you and smirking "Open wide now..." He ordered as his finger caressed your lips.

BEELZEBUB:

Wow, congratulations MC! You can finally eat normally again!

It must've hard for you all this time not being able to eat properly, if he were ever in your situation he would've lost his mind!

But nevermind that, you can finally eat properly again! Whether it may be food or him

He leaned back as deep groans and low moans escaped his lips "Thank you MC..." Is all he can say as you struggled to take his full length in your mouth.

You have taken large dicks before, but it's nothing compared to his considering how you struggled to take even his tip.

But he shall not worry as you will let your body pay for what your mouth can't do.

BELPHEGOR:

He's such a lazy fucker

He doesn't even want to feed himself but it's understandable as he's the avatar of sloth

But feeding you is a different case

You lay comfortably bellow him as his hips bucked in and out of your mouth "Ah, ah ah! One more please..!" His hips shook erratically as he experienced another orgasm.

His body almost collapsed but managed to grab the headboard as he lazily used your mouth as a fleshlight "P-Please... Help me..!" He begged wanting to experience another high.

All you can do is slightly nod before you grabbed his hips and flip him over, now your positions are reversed "You're already turning dumb and you still want another one? How slutty." You commented.

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[f1goat]

more than friends + lando norris x part six

In which your best friend wants to help you so you get more sexual experience, but he discovers quickly that he never wants to share you and your new sexual experience with others.

masterlist - playlist

warnings: smut with a plot or a plot with smut? :) minors dni! i never proofread so probably grammar or spelling errors

requested: yes, based on: something with a driver sister that’s still a virgin & lando (her bestfriend) suggests to teach her things (ofc pretending for it to bot mean anything), while he’s actually in love with her

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

The dinner is going on and on. Normally you like the dinners with the McLaren team, but tonight you can’t seem to focus on everything that’s happening around you. Lando isn’t seated close to you, causing you to consistently stare at him. Oscar however is sitting next to you. He’s nice and polite, but also a bit too shy to have a fun conversation with right now. You couldn’t stop yourself, you have had a couple more drinks then you would normally take. You try to talk it right for yourself, but all your excuses are made because of Lando. Instead of doing the smart thing and to order a water or a soda, you order another cocktail when the waiter asks you for your drink order. Oops? 

You notice how Oscar is sending you a confused look when the waiter walks away. He seems even more confused when he notices how empty your glass is compared to his - the both of you ordered at the same time and your drink was stronger. You hope Oscar doesn’t speak up about it, but you’re quick to let go of that hope when Oscar starts to talk. 

“Everything allright?” Oscar asks you. 

You show him a simple nod as a reply. 

“Do I need to switch places with Lando?” Oscar asks you with a small smile, “I understand if I’m a bit boring tonight, but I’m exhausted from the race.”

“Oh no!” You quickly reply, “I just can’t focus on anything tonight, it haves nothing to do with you. Sorry if you thought so.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re drinking a bit much for someone who wants to focus?” Oscar jokes.

You let out a soft laugh. “You’re right,” you agree, “I don’t even know why I’m doing that.”

“Normally you don’t drink this much,” Oscar adds. 

“I know,” you agree again, Oscar knows you better then you thought, “I’m just in the mood I guess.”

“Nothing is wrong?” Oscar asks you. 

“Why would anything be wrong?” You ask back.

“Maybe something is causing you to drink this much?”

“Oh no,” you quickly say, “I’m fine.”

Oscar takes a look at you. “Did something happen between you and Lando?” He asks you eventually, “You keep staring at him.”

Fuck are you that obvious? Before you can answer anything, you see Lando coming closer to the two of you. He takes place in the seat next to you, apparently someone left the chair empty for a bit. Lando presses a kiss against your cheek. You almost jump up when he does so. Since when are you doing this in public? 

“Hi babygirl,” Lando softly says. 

He isn’t soft enough. Oscar almost jumps out of his chair to start asking questions. “Are you two finally dating?” Oscar is quick to ask, “I knew there was something between you two!” He adds enthusiastically. Fuck, how are you supposed to react to questions like this? 

“We’re not dating,” Lando tells Oscar. 

“In a relationship? Even better,” Oscar reacts.

“Still friends,” you eventually say to Oscar. 

The words pain you. You can’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be in a relationship with Lando. Would it be such a weird idea? Oscar apparently thinks it’s pretty normal. By the way he talked about it, it even seemed like he was waiting for it. 

“Oh fuck sorry,” Oscar mutters a bit ashamed, “I just thought so because Lando kissed your cheek and called you babygirl.” 

“It’s the alcohol,” Lando quickly says to excuse his moves.

+++

When you’re finally in the club, you’re quick to find the dance floor. You’re dancing with a couple team members from McLaren. Lando is standing on the sidelines, he’s too busy watching you. Oscar is standing next to him. Lando doesn’t pay attention to the words of his teammate. All of his focus is on you. 

He’s completely focused on you and the dress you’re wearing. It’s unfair how good you look tonight. It causes him to want you on top of him, or under him, or to spread your legs for him so he can pull out another orgasm from you. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t care in which position you are. Lando wants you close to him right now so everyone can see that the beautiful girl on the dance floor belongs to him. Only you don’t. Fuck. Why don’t you belong to him? He really needs to change that soon.

“There’s really nothing going on between you and Y/N?” Oscar asks him. 

“No,” Lando quickly states.

“So you won’t mind if my friend asks her on a date?” Oscar continues to ask.

Lando almost drops his drink onto the floor when Oscar asks him that god awful question. His head is filling up with questions. Which friend from Oscar wants to date you? Would you date that friend? He sighs. 

“Who?” He eventually asks Oscar.

“Logan,” Oscar answers him.

Logan? Does Logan even know you? Do you even know him? Lando starts to wonder if he ever saw the two of you talk. Would you say yes if Logan asked you onto a date? Fuck. Why didn’t he thought about this before? Of course there’s someone around who wants to date you. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why is this happening?

“Do they even know each other?” Lando sneers. He can’t help himself. 

“Kinda, they talked a couple races ago when Logan DNF’ed. She really helped him back then.”

“Fuck,” Lando mutters, he can’t hold it back anymore. 

Oscar laughs. “That says enough,” he tells Lando. 

“No,” Lando quickly mutters, “I mean if he wants to he should, you know.”

Oscar lets out a sigh, “Lando just be honest, you like her so you don’t want anyone else to date her. Why aren’t you telling her?” 

Lando doesn’t answer that question. He watches how you dance and take a sip from your drink. When he watches the people around you, it doesn’t surprise him that a lot of guys seem to be looking at you. Then he is quick to realize that Logan isn’t his problem, there will always be someone who wants to date you. The problem stays that you aren’t his. How is he ever going to fix this mess? What if you meet someone else? Someone who can offer you everything you want. What if he loses the bond between you two when you start to date someone else? He can’t stand by the sideline while watching you have a relationship with another guy. He really needs to fix this.

It doesn’t surprise Lando when he sees Logan coming closer to you. Apparently he is here as well. It’s normal after a race that a lot of the drivers are clubbing, so this shouldn’t surprise him. But still, it stings. It stings even more when he sees you talking to Logan full enthusiasm, when Logan takes you into a hug Lando watches away. He can’t see this. 

“You’re an idiot,” Oscar sighs.

“I know,” Lando mutters, “and you don’t even know the worst parts.”

“What are those?” Oscar asks curiously.

Lando knows that it’s a secret what’s happening between you two, but he also knows that Oscar will keep it that way. Right now he needs some advise from someone. Oscar can probably give him some. He’s in a good relationship, right? The alcohol makes him no longer question it, before he realizes it he is confessing to Oscar.

“The short version is that we’re fucking,” Lando confesses, “or not fucking, but doing a lot of other sexual things. Probably having sex soon.”

This time it’s Oscar who almost drops his drink. He lets out a laugh. “And you’re still doubting if she likes you?” He asks Lando. “Fuck man, you’re stupid. Why would she do those things with you if she isn’t interested into you?”

“Because she wants sexual experience,” Lando explains.

“But why with you? She could find anyone else.”

“I offered,” Lando confesses.

“Still the same question Lando, she chose to do so with you.”

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He watches Logan and you again. The two of you are dancing. Lando can’t watch it, but he can’t take his eyes off you. Logan is looking like he wants to be as close to you as he can manage. Fuck, this should be him. Why isn’t Lando dancing with you right now? He sighs. Without saying anything to Oscar he walks up to Logan and you. Oscar lets out a chuckle when he sees Lando walking towards you. He doesn’t tell Lando that he already told Logan that it was a dumb idea to ask you for a date since you’re way too close with Lando. Oscar realizes it that this can be the push Lando needs. And who’s he to not give his teammate that much needed push?

“Can we go back to the hotel?” Lando asks you when he’s standing in front of you.

He notices that Logan takes a small step away from you, giving you a bit more space. You are quick to look worried at him.

“Back to the hotel?” You ask Lando a bit confused.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” he tells you. 

“What’s the matter?” You’re quick to ask him.

“Just a bit too much alcohol,” Lando lies. He doesn’t confess that he isn’t feeling well because he keeps noticing all the attention you get from boys. You send him another worried look and get closer to him. 

“Let’s get back to the hotel then,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining your night,” Lando says apologetic. He almost feels ashamed for himself, but he can’t help his actions right now. He needs you for his self. He wants nothing more then to lay in bed with you right now and to cuddle up against you. 

“Oh it’s fine,” you quickly say. 

Then suddenly Logan starts to meddle in the conversation. He sounds a bit unsure when he talks. “I uh, I can also bring you back to the hotel?” He suggests, “If you want to stay longer of course.”

“Oh that’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say.

Lando feels himself getting frustrated. Who does Logan think he is by suggesting this? He doesn’t think about his next actions. He just acts. 

“We share the hotel room and I have only one pass,” Lando sneers, “So you can’t.”

You look confused at Lando. Why is he acting like this? Doesn’t he see that Logan is trying to help? Since when can Lando be this rude? 

“Oh I didn’t know,” Logan quickly says, “I just wanted to help.”

“That’s unnecessary,” Lando quickly states. You quickly take a step closer to Logan. You don’t realize that you’re standing in front of Lando while doing so. Lando does realize that. 

“It’s really sweet of you Logan,” you say again, “but I’ll get back with Lando. Enjoy the rest of your night.” To give your words a bit more power you give Logan a quick hug. When Lando sees it he almost loses his mind. He doesn’t even say goodbye to Logan - or anyone else, and is quick to drag you with him towards the exit of the club. 

When he is standing in the cool night air, he starts to feel ashamed for his actions. He barely dares to look at you right now. Fuck, what are you thinking about him now? You are probably really annoyed with him at this moment. And he gets it. 

“What’s wrong with you Lando? Logan only tried to help,” you say annoyed.

Lando doesn’t reply at first. He can only let out a small scoff. Of course you’re siding with Logan right now. 

“You acted really rude,” you add annoyed.

“Of course, side with Logan,” he sighs annoyed, “give me even a bigger headache right now.”

You let out a sigh. “You’re acting crazy,” you tell Lando frustrated. 

Lando doesn’t reply anymore. He knows that you’re right, but he doesn’t want to tell you that right now. Unsure he grabs your hand, he interlaces his fingers into yours. He smiles when he notices that you’re not pulling away from him, but repeat his movement and give his hand a soft squeeze. 

After a short taxi ride, Lando and you are quick to find your way into the hotel bed. You have changed into a shirt from Lando and are laying next to him in the bed. Lando pulls you closer to himself. He wants nothing more then to hold you right now. He needs to know that you’re still his. Maybe not officially, but it feels like it right now. You’re quick to press your body against Lando as a response to his movements. 

“You should apologize to Logan,” you softly state after a bit of comfortable silence, “He only tried to help.”

“He tried to get in to your pants,” Lando scoffs annoyed. He is quick to feel frustrated once again, why are you starting about Logan? Do you even realize why he wanted to bring you back to the hotel? Do you even know that Logan wants more from you? 

“Lan,” you sigh annoyed, “now you’re just exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” Lando quickly replies.

You move yourself a bit away from Lando. You sit up into the bed so you can look at Lando. 

“You are,” you tell him while sending him an angry glance, “not everyone who’s nice to me is trying to get into my pants.”

“But he was!” Lando exclaims with a raised voice.

“Why?” You ask annoyed.

“Because Oscar told me he wants to date you,” Lando confesses. 

“So? That doesn’t mean he’s trying to get into my pants.”

“Y/N,” Lando sighs, “He is. Believe me on this one.”

“Even if he is, why do you care?” You ask. You can’t help yourself from questioning it. Why does it seem like Lando cares this much about Logan wanting to date you and maybe wanting to have sex with you? It gives you hope that Lando maybe slightly returns your feelings. Could that be possible? It seems like a plausible reason. 

“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, he doesn’t know what to say. “I uh, I just want to be your first with someone who cares about you,” he eventually says. That is a good reason right? 

“Are you afraid that you won’t be my first anymore?” You ask confused. 

Lando doesn’t know what to say at first. He realizes that you’re more then right. He wants to be your first. 

“Maybe,” he eventually confesses. 

“Don’t,” you tell him. 

“Don’t?”

“You’ll still be my first,” you tell him, “I trust you and want it to be with you. But..”

“But?” Lando asks.

“But you still need to apologize to Logan, otherwise I’ll find someone else,” you joke.

“Fucking hell,” Lando mutters. Annoyed he grabs his phone from his nightstand. While searching for Logan his contact, he also pulls you closer to him. You lay down onto his chest, watching on his phone screen with him. You see Lando searching for Logan his contact on his phone, when he finds it he’s quick to type a message.

Lando: Hey Logan, sorry for my behavior tonight. I understand now that it was a bit rude, you were only trying to be nice. Sorry again.

You smile when Lando hits send. After that he quickly puts his phone away again. All of his attention is on you again. He doesn’t have to do anything else to get your attention. You’re quick to move closer to him and press your lips onto his. The kiss was meant innocent, but Lando is quick to turn it into a make out session. 

Lando grabs your ass. Softly he squeezes it a couple times.

“Maybe you can also apologize to me?” You ask him playfully. 

“And how would you like me to do that babygirl?” Lando asks you. 

“Hmm,” you say, “I think I need a bit more experience with getting orgasms.”

Lando shows you a grin. He is quick to find his way into your string with his fingers. Slowly he draws circles onto your clitoris. You’re quick to let out a moan. Lando moves himself in the bed, he throws the blankets onto the ground while doing so. Before you know it he’s pressing kisses against your private parts through your string. 

“Don’t tease,” you mutter.

Lando decides to give you what you want this time. He’s quick to pull of your string. He lowers his body to gain access to your pussy with his mouth. Again he presses soft kisses against it. You reward his movements with another soft moan. Something that makes Lando groan from eagerness. Then he thinks about something else to do. He removes his mouth from your pussy and replaces it with his fingers.

“Ever heard of the sixty-nine position?” He asks you. You show him a small nod. “Interested?” Lando asks further. 

“Yes,” you state.

Lando removes his fingers from your pussy. He lays down onto the bed next to you. 

“Get your cute butt to my face,” he orders you. 

“Won’t I suffocate you?” You ask confused. 

“No babygirl,” Lando replies, “and otherwise I’ll die from a happy death.”

You laugh and do what he asks. Slowly you move yourself onto Lando. He isn’t as patience as you, Lando grabs your hips and drags you on top of him. In the mean time you pull down Lando his shorts. His boner is quick to break free from it, it slaps against his stomach. You caress it with your fingers. You trace the thick vein laying on top of it, before lowering your face towards it. You try to remember what Lando told you the first time. Slowly you lick around it to make it a bit wet. 

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando grunts. 

After saying those words he presses his mouth into your pussy. He slowly licks onto your clit. In the mean time he let his hands find your breasts. He kneads them. You focus yourself on his dick. Carefully you take it inside of your mouth. You let your head bob on it. While blowing him you try to suck as much as you can manage. The part that doesn’t fit in your mouth is quickly into your hand. 

Lando increases his pace and is licking you fast. You let out a loud moan, Lando feels the vibrations from it around you dick. It makes him more eager to cause moans to fall from your lips.

It doesn’t take you long before you feel waves of pleasure over your body. You try to focus as much on Lando his dick as you can manage, but you notice that you’re becoming more sloppy. Lando also lets out a soft moan. You increase your pace. Lando his dick is pulsing and throbbing inside of your mouth. It makes you more eager to increase your pace even more. 

Lando puts on of his fingers inside of your pussy. That’s all you needed. When he fingers you, he already feels your pussy clenching around his finger. He wonders how it’s going to feel around his cock. He wants nothing more then to find out how that feels. 

Then you let yourself go. Lando is quick to follow your movements. You notice the salty taste from his cum in your mouth. Slowly you make a few other strokes on his dick while you suck him empty. Lando removes his mouth from your pussy, a few seconds later your remove your mouth from his dick as well. 

“Fucking hell baby,” Lando groans. 

You show him a small innocent smile while moving yourself off him. Lando is quick to grab your body and move you closely next to him. You let your head lay down onto his chest. 

“Don’t use that innocent look on me,” Lando tells you, “because I now know for sure you’re not that innocent.”

You show him a small shy smile. It causes Lando to say even more.

“I can’t wait to find out how your pussy feels around my cock.”

“I’m ready for that,” you tell Lando shyly, “Maybe we can do that next time?”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

Then Lando realizes that he has never thought about what happened after that. When he takes your virginity, will that mean this thing between you two is also done? He realizes that he needs to think about that - and maybe ask you about it. But for now he focuses his attention onto you again. He presses a soft kiss against your forehead. 

part seven

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[physalian]

Fuck Grammarly

Okay I need to rant about Grammarly. A program I never used before and never will now. Doubly pissed because their ads keep interrupting my peaceful 4-hour Minecraft music session with their fake-ass influencers.

Guys. Gals. Nonbinary pals.

“As a corporate girlie—” learn how to write a proper concise email.

“I used to spend hours proofreading—” enjoy the process, and then the product.

If you hate proofreading, to the point where you’ll consult a robot to do it all for you, then you hate writing. If all you care about is the end product, sorry to say but ‘writing’ is like, 30% of writing. The other 70% is editing, by design. You’re supposed to like it.

Of course I’d love to have beautiful artwork of whatever’s in my head, but I’m going to love whatever I make a whole lot more than whatever I type into some garbage generator. Because I love the process of creation.

Do I think editing is tedious as hell? Absolutely, but it’s still a tedium that I enjoy. I like fixing my mistakes, I like improving my sentence flow. I like thinking about patterns and connections that I didn’t see before and revising and reworking until I’m satisfied.

For the humdrum day to day work emails that some of us have to write—if you’re sending out whole essays to your coworkers that you need a robot to write for you, you’re doing it wrong. Corporate emails are boring and trite, but I can type out a “hey please do this thing for me” faster than I can load up ChatGPT or Grammarly, type out my prompt, make sure the result is what I actually want to say, and then send it to my coworker. If you can’t, learn.

Apparently, Grammarly used to be a helpful way to check for spelling and grammar errors. I don’t have any issue with the AI that runs spellchecker whatsoever. I type so fast and miss typos constantly and when the spellchecker is absent, like on this website, it’s annoying af.

But that’s not what Grammarly is about anymore, and that’s not what the above ad was trying to sell you, either.

You won’t get better if you don’t practice. You won’t get better if you aren’t the one making, seeing, and fixing your mistakes. Especially if you write fiction where grammar rules are a suggestion at best. My published novel is littered with flagged words and sentence fragments that I know are technically improper English, but I sacrificed an MLA-proof paper for something fun and entertaining.

AI does not understand nuance and flavor text and aesthetic choices. It never will.

If you train yourself by using a crutch you don’t need, you will end up needing it because you’ll be too afraid to act without it.

Fuck up. Make a mess. Make mistakes. You won’t make them for long once you see them. You do not need a robot to do it for you. We’ve been writing books for hundreds of years and all the authors who came before did it just fine without a robot.

This isn’t even about writing novels, it’s about communicating in the written medium. Fucking. Learn. It’s not rocket science, it’s not coding in C++, it’s not brain surgery. It’s stringing words together in a comprehensible sentence.

And obligatory disclaimer: To anyone who has an impairment and needs these tools, this is not about you and you know it.

[queenbees21]

BNHA Their nickname for you | Them

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria| ★Shoto Todoroki★ | Tamaki Amajiki | Keigo Takami [Hawks] | Dabi [Toya Todoroki] | Hitoshi Shinso

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type | Bullet Point • Fluff

A/n: I really need to finish this character list 😭 I’ll try my best write them quickly, also I’m still working on some requested works so I’m sorry if I’m slow right now (​꒦ິꈍ​​꒦ິ)

M.List

| ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ | | Y/N |

✯ Love ✿ ✯ Icyspicy

✯ Princess ✯ Hot stuff

✯ Darling ✯ Candy cane

✯ Peach ✯ Shou ✿

• Shoto never thought about giving you any nicknames. Both of his parents weren’t the most, affectionate couple; so it never crossed his mind. Until he noticed how other couples gave each-other cute nicknames, and so he seek advice from an export at romance.

“Hmmm, well you could call her maybe love? Love is a good start, for relationships starters. ^^” Ochaco advice, and that’s exactly what he did. As he did; it made you shy around him.

• Where there’s a prince, there’s always a princess. Yes, you’ll always be Shotos princess. He calls you Princess when he's in a good mood. And he thinks it suits you very much. Because of how charming you tend to be, you do it without realizing it. <3

• “Hello darling, how are you?” yes, this is a classic nickname he calls you when you're alone. It may be cheesy but, he loves be it. And as for you, you love it as well. You feels so special in a way, when he calls you darling. It gives you butterflies in your stomach.

• Peaches are your favorite fruit, although; you rarely ate them. Shoto figured it was because you didn’t have time to pick some. For you both were way too busy with hero studies to do so. Therefore, he somehow convinced Mr. Aizawa to take him to a peach farm… Perks of being the number one hero’s son.

When you had first heard him say that, you were confused. So when you asked him how he got the nickname, you were surprised and very amused at the same time.

“Aww! You remember! I like peaches! That’s so sweet Shou!”

He only nodded, and there was a stumble small smile when you called me Shou.

| Y/N |

• How do I even begin with this… nickname. Icyspicy? Really? What kind of nickname is this T^T? I can’t even believe how nonchalant Shoto was about it.

He was a bit confused, though; there was surprisingly faint pink hue upon his cheeks when you called out his “nickname”.

“Where did you even come up with that?” He questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. I figured since you have an ice and a fire quirk. I’d give you a nickname that is combined with it.” You smile. He pat your head in amusement.

• “Hey there hot stuff~” You purr in Shotos ear, as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Okay, now this took him by surprise. He was barely getting used to icyspicy, but now you are coming up with nicknames left and right.

“Where do you get theses nicknames…”

“From my heart hot stuff ❤︎“

• At this point Shoto doesn’t even know nor question, where you get your.. unique… nicknames for him… “Marry Christmas candy cane! I love you!” You say, as you handed him a present and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too love.” He kissed your nose and walked away.

“Hey! Candy cane! You can’t just do that and walk away!” You exclaimed, flustered by his action.

• Shou is his permanent nickname. Out of all the nickname you called him. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but never came up with anything. You wanted to give him a permanent nickname. One that you could proudly call him out to without embarrassing him. “Hmm…” you thought as you wrote down some nicknames.

You played around with it, until you “accidentally” spelled him name wrong. “Hmm… oh! Opps—wait…” you looked at the writing. Shou… “sounds like shoe hehe.” You giggled as you doddle around.

The next day, you had accidentally called him Shou. He was confused. “Oops! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to call you that—“

“I like it. Sounds cute.” He smiles slightly. You blush a little. “Oh.. alright than,” you giggled.

“Anyways! Shou~ let’s go on a date! I wanna have you all to myself today!” You cheekily winked. He agreed and left to go change. “Oh! Shou!” You called out to him. He turns around curiously. “I love you!” You smile, before running off.

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Have a good day and night! I’ll be working on the rest, so stay tuned! 🐝 👑 2️⃣1️⃣

[fantasy-brat]

Tw: manipulation, /dubcon, cheating (Minors DNI) this is a dark piece of fiction, you've got the warnings if you continue to read that is your responsibility and solely on yourself. Also sorry about any grammar and spelling errors, I didn't proofread this just typed and hit publish

Wonbin was your best friend's boyfriend who you had been crushing on for years, even before they started dating. She didn't know that of course, nobody did, they all saw you as the it girl's lame, meek and uninteresting best friend. It had been that way in high school and continued into college where the two of you met Wonbin. He was a music major who you saw sitting on a bench one day fiddling with his bass. You haven't taken your eyes off of him a day since, no matter how late or how busy you were, you made sure to walk by that same exact area to catch a peak at the long haired boy.

He was usually by himself or with the same six friends he had. He was painstakingly beautiful and it crushed your soul how afraid you were to talk to him. He couldn't have had a girlfriend yet it made no sense why he wouldn't have one, he was too perfect to be single. Weeks after following him around, you found out where he worked and where his dorm was, casually taking walks by to stare at your pretty introverted princess. Wonbin brightened up your day like no other, not even your best friend who you've shared a soul with since you were nine. Whenever your friends took jabs at you being a lowly virgin who hadn't even kissed anyone yet, or a professor harshly graded your work, a 5 minute stare at Wonbin could fix your entire day.

You tried not to be obvious not wanting to freak him out, but sometimes you wish it was obvious in the hopes that he'd see you were interested and walk up to you. But he never did, and you were fine with it, fine with your stuck to routine. So imagine your surprise when Wonbin broke this routine and was sitting cuddled up next to your best friend, in your shared apartment. You were stunned that the long haired beauty was sitting in your apartment, almost wanting to believe he was there for you until you saw the scene before you. She was all over him, and it made you want to puke. She was sitting directly on top on him in his lap, his own legs were stretched out onto your coffee table intertwined with her legs. Her head was on his chest and her arms were shoved underneath his hoodie exposing his olive- toned abs. Wonbin was leaning his head down to rest his cheek against the top of her's and they both looked up when they saw you step into the room.

Your best friend removed her hands from underneath his hoodie and sat up in his lap, smiling at you as you walked into the room. "Hey, you're home! This is the guy I've been telling you about, my new boyfriend." she grinned at you before looking lovingly up at Wonbin. Your face remained cold, a storm was brewing inside of you and silence was the only way to keep it at bay. Your lack of response caused an awkward silence, both your best friend and Wonbin's cheeks flushed at your hard stare. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter "Hi Y/N it's nice to meet you, Kira has told me so much about you." You just removed your eyes from her and blankly stared at him, you wanted stick your thumbs in his eyeballs until he bled out. How dare he? After practically stalking him for months, he never notices you and has the nerve to go after your best friend? Hadn't he known what their connection had meant to you, and now he's broken your heart.

Kira, knowing you better than anyone else could sense your approaching anger boiling inside of you. "Babe, did you have a bad day? Do you want to join us and watch the movie, we ordered Pizza, your favorite too, a meat lover's."

You continued to glare daggers at Wonbin for at least a minute, before looking towards your best friend and plastering on a fake smile, unable to mask the coldness in your eyes. "No....Thank you.", you deadpanned before stomping away towards your room, and that's how it's stayed for years. A growing resentment towards Wonbin that you couldn't mask no matter how hard you tried. A small part of you had hoped he couldn't take your bitterness and left your best friend, but no, they've stayed together for four long years. You refused to look at another man since, not wanting to waste more months of your life on one just to be utterly disappointed. Your friends continued to pick at your single-status and Wonbin, wanting to help even offered to introduce some of his friends to you. "Sungchan is a really cool guy, I'm sure the two of you would get along great." You practically bit his head for that, and any other time he tries to speak to you. Wonbin could never do anything right to you, no matter how hard he tried.

You would see her sadness at her best friend's rejection of her relationship, and you'd hear her cry when the fights between you got bad enough to make him burst into tears. "Please, please, stop being so hard on him.", she begged you with tears running down her face one night. You just scoffed at her and remained cold, "Why should I care about not hurting that absolute bum?" She'd sob into defeat before angrily spitting out "This is why you've never been able to get a guy and I'm your only friend. You're such a miserable bitch." You'd let out a chuckle before turning your eyes towards her "and yet... here you are, begging this bitch for kindness."

Your actions towards Wonbin have clearly put a strain on your friendship, yet neither of you actually made the step to try and end it. Even after graduation and you moved out of your shared apartment. Kira, moving into one with Wonbin and you renting one near your job. Even as the two of you naturally grew distant as you began truly adulting into the work world, working in two different fields. You sadly saw Wonbin less, and when you did see him you began to notice the strain in their relationship. They weren't assaulting your eyes with PDA like they always used to and the soft-bitch boy began getting snappier and snappier with Kira. As for Kira the rare times you two got to sit down alone at your apartment to share a glass of wine, she bitched about Wonbin wasn't supportive of her career, at least how he acted like he was. She talked about his jadedness from failing to break into the music industry as an artist, choosing to work as a guitar and dance teacher instead. "I really love him, I do, I just feel like he gave up without even trying." You never said anything just silently listened to the resentment grow between them before taking a sip of your wine.

Another year pasts and like you had hoped for years at one point, they finally broke up. It was short lived though, getting back together not even 4 months later. The relationship was failing and everyone could see they were holding on to try and make it work. The next time you see Wonbin you hadn't even realized it was him at first, his back was turned to you, after you walked into a random room during a new year's party. "Oh, I'm sorry." you apologized after interrupting the couple who were currently sucking on each other's faces. The two jumped and split apart, the guy practically launching himself into the wall to get away from the woman. This is when you finally see his face, short hair in place of the long gone long locks and plump lips parted in surprised. His cheeks were flushed like they usually were whenever you were around, no doubt about it, it was Wonbin.

"Wonbin?", you muttered in surprised at seeing him at this new year's party, he was the last person you expected to see. It was technically a work party, none of your old friends were here, not even Kira. Kira. Looking towards the woman confirming your thoughts, this woman was not your best friend and yet your best friend's boyfriend was kissing her. "You're cheating." you stated, not asking a question, no matter how messy they've been lately, they were in fact still in a relationship.

"N-n-no, it's not-"

"Then what is it, this woman isn't Kira and yet you were kissing her?"

"Please, let me explain." He stood up from the wall eye's pleading for mercy from the woman who has always tried to tear him down. In comparison to the tears brewing in his eyes, yours remained cold and face was as hard as a statue. Looking away from his teary eyes, you looked towards the swollen lipped woman who looked uncomfortable and confused. "Get out." you said to her barely above a whisper, she practically sighed in relief before adjusting her clothes and trying to fix as her hair as she jogged out of the room. After watching her go you looked back towards the man who was practically shaking with fear.

"I knew you were always pathetic, I didn't think you'd be a cheater too." you shot at him, seeing him flinch at the words pathetic and cheater.

"It's not as simple as it looks, Kira and I have been fighting all time an-"

"And?"

"And she said some really hurtful things to me tonight."

"What did she say?", The room you were was a small sitting room, you grabbed a chair and sat down wanting to hear what would make Wonbin of all people cheat on his girlfriend. You knew personally he wasn't anything like he looked, he was a meek crybaby afraid to upset the people he loved, and has much as you loathed to admit it, he loved your best friend.

Wonbin watched you take a seat, relaxing a bit at your lack of aggression that you usually had during your interactions. Choosing not to grab a chair, he directly took a seat on the floor in front of you before spilling his guts.

"She told me, she thought I was a loser and that the one thing she kept me around for I was getting sloppy at."

"What was that?", You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking down at the damn near whimpering man sitting in front on you. He squirmed a little, clearly hesitating to tell. "What?" you snapped at him making him jump from the raising of your voice.

"S-s-she said I was bad at sex.", He whispered

"The whole thing?"

"N-no, she said I was bad at eating her out.", a tear streamed down his face as he flushed in humiliation. The shock at the statement caused you to burst out laughing in his face, Wonbin looked down in shame. "Are you serious?"

"I wasn't always bad at it, she just likes different things now and we aren't as compatible as we were before."

"Can't wait to hear what she thinks of these excuses for cheating."

"W-what?", His big eyes widening in shock.

"What, you didn't think I wasn't going to tell her were you?"

"But I-"

"Were still about to cheat on your girlfriend, my best friend. Any sob story you were about to spit out wasn't going to change that." You stood up towering over Wonbin before continuing to berate him.

"You can't use your sad dick or mouth right and that some how means you get free reign to cheat instead of I don't know, breaking up with her? Wow, Wonbin you're continuing to prove how much of a bum you are."

Wonbin's head hung low as you threw insult after insult at him, when you were finished he wiped the tears off his face and stood up, bravely looking you in the eyes for the first time in years. He never understood your hatred towards him, when all he ever did was try to be kind to you. Every olive branch he extended was shot down and he was berated while you were doing it. He wasn't in college anymore, he didn't need to stand there and listen to you treat him like shit.

"I'm leaving." He mumbled and turned to head towards the door before hearing you jump up to stop him.

"Where are you going?"

"To tell Kira what happened before you do, maybe she'll forgive me and we can work past this." He watched you slowly walk up to him, one of the rare times he saw emotion on your face. You were hesitating about something and looked a little desperate.

"You don't have to tell her, I'll keep it a secret, if I can get something in return." You finally said after silently staring at him for a few seconds, raising your eyes from his collarbone to main eye contact.

"What is it?"

"You wanted to cheat didn't you, kiss me.", You leaned in only to have Wonbin step back and furrow his eyebrows, you didn't want to figure out if it was in confusion or disgust. The rejection was already humiliating enough. "Fine, I'll just call her now and tell her that you already fucked that girl." You spat out while taking out your phone before continuing "She's been getting sick of you anyway, I doubt she's going to be so forgiving this time."

"W-w-wait but I didn't sleep wi-"

"Does it matter, you still cheated and you really think she'll stay?" Your words sinking in, finally making him realize how badly he fucked up in the situation. His and Kira's relationship was hanging on by a thread and one of reasons they kept coming back to each other was their former passionate love. If she finds out her image of their former passion would be destroyed and he couldn't let them end like this.

He looked down at your lips, they were a light pink color and just as full as his lips. He's never looked at you that way, it would be hard to look at someone who has made you cry countless times with anything less than disdain, yet, he swallowed hard and pressed his lips against you.

Finally, after all this years of wondering what his plush lips felt like against yours, Wonbin was finally kissing you. You had to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss instead grabbing the back of his neck and pressing him against you even harder. He tried to keep it simple at first but when you started tonguing at his lips he opened them and let you explore his mouth with your tongue. It felt good, you smelled good, if you had told him 3 years ago that he would be kissing his beloved girlfriend's horrible best friend, he would tell you to shoot him.

You pulled away with a smack of the lips, breaking him away from his thoughts, you were annoyed and he almost shivered at the sight. Wonbin always ended up in tears whenever you were annoyed. "Kiss me back Wonbin." you demanded raising your eyebrows in expectance.

"O-okay.", He nodded leaning in exploring your own mouth with his tongue. It felt like hours that the two of you stood there slowly and sloppily making out. The only sounds in the room were the movements of lips and tongue against each and the occasional moan you made. Wonbin didn't want to admit that the sounds of your moans caused his dick to ache. You stood on top of his feet to stop the strain that would come to both of your necks. Both your cheeks were starting to get covered in the other's spit, running down and dripping off of your chin. You finally pulled away, almost creaming at the sight of the long string of spit connecting the two of you. Wonbin's lips were even plumper than usual and all around his mouth was swollen and red, if they two of you kissed any harder he might've started bleeding.

He felt you reach down and palm and at his dick that was increasing growing hard at your touch. Despite this goosebumps appeared on his skin and his body grew stiff, he thought you just wanted to kiss? Seeing the question in his eyes you chuckled, biting your lip as you looked at the bulge in his jeans.

"You really didn't think I'd keep the secret for just a kiss did you? This is what you came here to do anyway."

"Bu-"

"Do you really want to tell me no right now, because not only did you cheat on her with that other bitch, you just made out with and got hard from her best friend? Stopping being a pussy Wonbin."

"Okay.", He muttered ignoring his hard on to sulk at his lack of choice in the situation. He never expected to kiss you, let alone have sex with you.

"Don't pout, maybe you and I will be more "compatible" than you and Kira are. Now take your clothes off." You ordered him tugging his shirt up to reveal his toned stomach, and teasingly tugged on his belt unbuckling it. He silently obeyed looking down at the ground as he stripped himself down in front of the woman who practically gives him nightmares. He was terrified to be so vulnerable in front of you, afraid you'd pick his body apart like you've done his every action.

Once he finally had the courage to look up from the ground, completely naked in front of you. He watched you sit back down in the chair you were in previously. Your eyes went over his body, the same blank stare on your face that you've always had. He almost wanted to say something, when you finally did something and that was reach under your skirt and pulled your panties off, tossing them in front of his feet. He only glanced at them for a second, and even then he still got a clear view of your wet slick staining your panties before looking back up at you to see what you would do next.

"You're going to jack your sad dick off while you sniff my panties. Then we're going to see if your mouth is as shitty as she says it.", You instructed, slowly spreading your legs while you stated the last sentence. He couldn't see up your skirt, but a shiver went down his spine knowing your bare core was underneath, waiting for him to burry himself inside of you. "Understood?"

"Yes." He answered before sinking down on his knees, slowly picking up the soiled panties and pressing them to his nose. He inhaled your scent and began slowly pumping his cock, closing his eyes when the eye contact got too intense for him.

"Don't worry, she won't find out, it'll be our little secret."

[maybesomedaywhenimstable]

So, let me try this again…because I panic-deleted a post like a coward 😂

I won’t go into all the details I had in the previous post, except that I’ve been trying to write outside my comfort zone lately and below is the result. It’s OC stuff, a bit suggestive (though not graphic), and riddled with grammar/spelling errors and commas and dashes (not llm, I’m just old and it’s what I like lol). If you’re into fanfic then just insert your favorite dnd wizard here (we all know who it is, don’t even pretend).

**Oh! Also I had been writing a little bit more to it after that scene so you also get a little bonus with it! Though it’s been even less proofread, sorry!

And thank you to @lostintheweave for the encouragement to get out of my own head 💜

It had been a long, brutal day. The kind that left their bodies aching and their souls weary. The fight earlier had been a close call. Mireth had nearly taken a blade to the ribs before Adran’s spell had seared through the air and pushed the steel away from her body.

Since that moment, he hadn’t left her side. He sat closer, closer than usual, tending to her wounds with hands that did not shake, though his jaw was tight with restraint. Afterward, he walked beside her, his shoulder just barely brushing hers, his fingers curling around hers lightly. His touch was a reminder — she was still here. Still whole. Still real.

It was something new, something she hadn’t expected to feel. She had been alone for so long, and now there was this weight — this burn — this desire to be needed, wanted. It was more than the fleeting warmth of his touch; it was a longing that settled deep in her chest, making her feel like she might burst with the wanting of it. She needed more than the feel of him pressed against her as they slept side by side every night.

The camp had grown quiet by the time the other drifted off, lulled by the crackle of the fire and the hum of the night. The air was heavy with exhaustion — bruises, blood, and the strain of survival. Yet the weight in her chest only few heavier.

Mireth didn’t speak much, knowing that anything she said might light a fire inside of her too intense to put out. She sat close to him, eating herself lean against him by the fire. Even the simple, steady pressure of his shoulder against hers made her heart race in a way she couldn’t understand. She had to remember to breathe, the subtle brush of his thigh against her enough to make her skin burn.

But it wasn’t just heat — it was something old, something deep inside of her that had been dormant for far too long, waiting for a spark. The space between them had felt charged ever since that fight, ever since he had stepped in front of her, without hesitation, and used the very magic he’d sworn never to touch again. Used it for her.

Mireth broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the moment heavy in the air between them. “You didn’t even think. You just — you finally used a fire spell.”

Adran’s voice was low, heavy with something she couldn’t name. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

She couldn’t hold the thought back. “He almost did.” Her voice cracked, a fragile truth she hadn’t let herself admit.

Adran turned to her slowly, his eyes catching hers. In the firelight, the glimmered like embers — weary and wide, but something more burned beneath the surface. “I wasn’t going to let that happen. I—“ He stopped himself, the words too much to say. “I couldn’t stand it if it did.”

Her heart unraveled at the sound of his voice. The weight of his words pressed against her chest, too much to bear. Without thinking, she stood, fast, like the truth of his words had struck her too deeply.

She reached down, pulling his hand into hers, fingers tangled in the quiet urgency of the moment.

No words passed between them as they walked away, but the air hummed with something sacred, something undeniable. Adran followed her without hesitation, his heart racing in sync with hers.

They didn’t go far - just beyond the tree line, into the hallowed hush of the woods, where the world seemed to hold its breath. The forest gathered around them like a temple in shadow. Towering trees arched overhead, their branches entwined high above to form a vaulted canopy that turned moonlight into slivers of stained glass on the forest floor. The hush of night settled over them like a sacred hymn, broken only by the wind whispering through the leaves — gentle, reverent, like breath held in prayer. Above, the stars blinked softly through the breaks in the branches, flickering like candles left burning for forgotten gods. They slipped behind the roots of a massive fallen tree — gnarled and hollow, like an altar laid low by time — tucked just out of sight.

There, hidden away in the quiet sanctuary of the forest, she turned and drew him closer, pressing herself against the ancient bark of a towering tree. It wasn’t rushed, but something forged in the certainty of an infinite unspoken moments. A divine alignment.

Adran’s hands braced either side of her, his fingers curling into the rough bark, his grip trembling — not from fear, but from the restraint he fought to maintain. He could swear the world around them stilled, as if the earth itself held its breath in reverence.

”You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

”So are you,” she replied, her gaze meeting his — fierce and fragile. A raw mix of power and vulnerability, like a quiet hymn that could shake the heavens themselves.

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath until the moment she rose onto her toes, her lips meeting his. It was soft, slow, reverent — a kiss born of yearning, but laced with something deeper, a desperate plea wrapped in devotion. It was sacred, a prayer whispered against skin.

Her hands slid into his hair, and he caught her waist, pulled her closer, felt the heat of her body through too many layers.

The kiss deepened, slow turning into something more fervent. Each touch, each breath, became a silent confession — an offering laid bare between them. He pulled her back this time, letting his back meet the moss-covered bark of the fallen tree, the cool earth cradling them as she pressed closer.

Their mouths parted only to breathe, but even then, the silence between them was sacred, filled with the promise of what lay ahead. When they found each other again, it was as though the universe had drawn them together once more.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” she whispered, her lips a breath away from his throat, a soft plea and command in one. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

He couldn’t speak. The words refused to leave his lips, swallowed by the rising tide of need and longing. He could only gaze at her — wild, luminous under the moonlight, her eyes wide and her heart pounding a desperate rhythm, the sound of it like a hymn to a god he didn’t yet know how to worship.

”Gods, Miri,” he finally breathed, his voice ragged with devotion. “I’ve wanted this every gods-damned day I’ve seen you.”

She laughed, low and breathless, before her lips found his again. The kiss was slower, but no less intense — a kiss that promised things, whispered prophecies of things unsaid but understood. It made them forget the others were only steps away, their presence as distant as shadows. It made them forget the unspoken rules they had set for themselves, the vows they’d made to hold back until the journey was finished.

And yet, here they were, as if every step had led to this, as if this kiss was the inevitable culmination of every word left unsaid, every heated glance, every sharp remark, every lingering glance. It turned more urgent then, the fire they tried to bury, the longing they had tried to smother, rising to claim them both. Like it had all been a prayer. A slow, aching preparation for what they could no longer deny.

There was nothing careful in the way she gripped his tunic, pulling it loose, or the way his hands slipped beneath her shirt, the hunger for her skin a prayer in every touch. Her body was warm and alive against his, a grounding force, a divine presence that steadied him in way nothing ever could. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan, a soft plea whispered in the space between them. His fingers pressed into her hips, drawing her closer as if he could draw the very air between them, making them one.

“Is this okay?” he breathed into the curve of her neck, his voice a prayer, uncertain but yearning.

She nodded, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, the curve of his throat, the edge of his collar. “It’s the only thing that makes sense right now.”

For once, he didn’t argue, didn’t question, only let the moment unfold with the reverence of a rite long awaited.

They sank to the forest floor, tangled in cloaks and leaves, the earth soft beneath them. Breath mingled, a holy rhythm, their kisses slow but growing deeper — no longer frantic, but filled with reverence, as if each touch was an offering laid at an altar. Her thigh slid over his hip, and he caught her with one hand behind her back, cradling her as though she were both a fragile relic and a divine force, something both sacred and volatile.

Every touch lingered, a prayer whispered into the stillness. Every movement was both question and answer, a holy exchange that needed no words.

Her shirt slipped past her shoulders. His breath caught, as though she had bared herself to the moonlight, to the stars, to him. To the vastness of the universe that seemed to pause around them. She trembled, and he couldn’t tell if it was from fear or desire — perhaps both. But so did he.

”Are you sure?” he asked, voice low, hoarse. Like the last song of a dying prayer. “Because if I go any farther, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

She reached up, cupped his jaw gently. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered. “I’ve waited long enough for you to treat me like something you’d have to survive without.”

His breath stuttered. And then he kissed her — slow at first, reverent, like a man reciting an old prayer he barely remembered but never stopped believing in.

The clothes they wore shed in pieces — clumsy, impatient, but quiet, each garment a barrier falling between them. Her cloak became their blanket, the earth beneath them a sanctuary. His breath caught on a sigh as their skin finally met. They moved slowly, reverently, as though the moment itself was sacred, fragile enough to shatter if they weren’t careful.

And just when everything stilled — when every last barrier had fallen, and they were wrapped in nothing but the heat of each other — she looked up at him, her eyes full of trust, but something else too. Something deeper, something he could not name.

”Don’t let me go.”

It deepened quickly. A quiet desperation threaded through the space between them as he kissed down the side of her throat, her skin trembling like harp strings beneath his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to hold him closer. Needing him closer.

When she gasped his name, it wasn’t just a sound. It was supplication. A plea. The kind of name you only speak when you’re on your knees before something divine.

”Adran,” she breathed, and he groaned like it undid him.

He pressed his forehead to hers again, shaking. “Mireth…gods, I—“

She kissed him this time — soft, slow, full of every unspoken vow she didn’t know how to say aloud. His name left her lips again like a litany.

He whispered hers like a benediction.

The world fell away. All that existed was breath, and skin, and that aching space between them slowly closing like the final note of a hymn.

Their movements were quiet at first - stolen breaths, swallowed sounds. But eventually, the restraint crumbled. They whispered the other’s name again and again like a prayer, her voice rising like a song she didn’t mean to sing, and he answered her like he was afraid no one had ever truly spoken to him before.

And when they finally crossed that threshold, nothing was loud.

No crashing. No frenzy.

Just a quiet gasp.

A shared breath.

A moment suspended in something too holy to name.

When it ended, they lay tangled in each other, his hand curled around hers as if in prayer. Mireth let her head fall gently to his chest, hearing the rush of his heartbeat like distant drums echoing.

Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

Some things didn’t need words.

Some things were understood in the silence that follows a miracle.

Adran didn’t sleep at first.

Long after the warmth of her skin settled against his chest, after her breathing slowed into peace, Adran lay still beneath the canopy of stars, utterly silent.

His arm remained wrapped around her, his palm across the small of her back as if holding her there might anchor something sacred inside him. He could still feel her heartbeat, faint and steady, where they touched. Every breath she took was a confirmation that she was real — that this was real.

He had never felt like this before. In all his years of studying magic, spent mastering spells, learning to harness power with perfect control. All of the spells, incantations, carefully drawn out sigils, and intricate weavings of arcane power. It never felt anything like this.

Magic had rules. Boundaries. Precision. He’s built his entire life around that structure…used it like armor. Even when the magic coursed through him like lightning, they never touched the part of him that stayed locked away since he was a child. Since fire, since ash, since the breath that never came back.

But her…

She came in like a storm and settled in like a root. And now, every wall he’d built over the years, every careful mask, every quiet shame — it was unraveling under her hands. And it terrified him.

And it felt like freedom.

Magic had always made him feel in control. More powerful.

She made him feel known.

And when she touched him — when she kissed him like there was no past and no future, just this moment and this want — he let go of everything else. There was no spell powerful enough that could have prepared him for this. No incantation that could describe it.

Because for the first time since the fire, he wasn’t pretending to be anything.

[avidhorrormoviefan]

okay ur sub charlie ones are so good can you do one where he apologisiez for being a bad boy :(((

an— YESSSS, and thank you smmm!!!!!

this turned longer then i wanted it to be but i don’t think you guys are complaining lmao (740 words). somewhat proofread, so there will probably be spelling and grammar errors

fem!reader, SUB!CHARLIEE, begging, “bad boy”, “momma”, palming, mutual masturbation, if i missed anything lmkk :))

“bad boy”

you kiss him gently, so gently. charlie hates it. he wants it to be as brutal as possible. he always does. he loves it when you fuck him to the point of no return.

some days you’re agressive-

“ya like it don’t you, you fucking whore. you’re pathetic…” you say after you ride him, making yourself come, but not him. you made sure if it. he couldn’t touch you the entire time, it was torture for him. he loves the way you feel around him, on top of him; he can’t get enough.

but today, today you’re gentle. but only for a little..

you’re kissing him so softly. poor baby just wants to make out with you so bad :( he does something he knows he shouldn’t. sitting across from each other on his bed, you’re hands on his thighs as you sit on your calfs, him the same way, he pushes his tongue into your mouth. he just can’t help himself, you taste too good for him not to. he cups his hands around your face, just in front of your ears and sits up onto his knees.

you don’t pull away. you let him make out with you, you don’t kiss back as much as you could. he whines as he realizes it.

you pull away after a few seconds of him kissing your tongue. you open your eyes and look at him, he’s so pathetic. his face is all red, eyes dropped down to his hands, knowing he did something wrong.

you sigh as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, “…bad boy..” you scold him. he sits down on his calfs again.

he sighs, “momma, i’m sorry! i shouldn’t-”

“no. you shouldn’t. you’re right… what are you” you question him.

he whimmpers at you. “i’ll be good! i promise! it was just momentary i swear!!”

“what are you” you question again.

“momma, i-”

“what are you?”

“…i’m a bad boy.” he says, voice higher.

“you are.” you tuck a his hair behind his ear, making him look up at you.

“momma i’m sorry, it was momentary! i swear! i’m sorry i was a bad boy!!”

his eyes are so big and pouty. poor baby wants to be inside you so bad :(( there’s nothing he can do about it until you touch him.

you move your hand to his crotch, palming his dick through his pants. he’s so painfully hard that just this is making him feel so good.

he moans softly. “y’know… bad boys get punished…”

he breath quickens as he sticks his tongue out to lick his bottom lip, “fuck, momma…” he breathes.

you pick up your pace as your other hand moves to undo his pants. your push him down onto his back as he lifts his hips to help you take off his pants and boxers in one swift movement, as he takes off his shirt.

his cock spills with precum as he jerks himself.

you let him, this is his punishment. he gets to jerk himself off as he watches you get naked, slowly getting on your knees, and pulling off your shirt that charlie gave you, your tits coming out as he swipes his thumb over his tip, making his hand glide easier. you take off your shorts and panties off and sit back down on the bed.

he melts at the sight of you sprawling out on his bed, legs bent and spread apart. you creep your hand down onto your clit, slowly circling it with your thumb as you move push your index and middle fingers into your wet pussy.

you pump you fingers in and out, gushing noises coming from you just makes him buck his hips into his fist. your thumb moves fast on your clit as you make sure that he sees the blissed out expression on your face.

sloppy noises and moans come from both of you, and that mixed with the each other in front of you just makes everything so perfect and euphoric.

he cums with a couple bucks of his hips and the sight of you in front of him. he whimpers out a pathetic moan.

you come just after him, his sounds pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rushes over you. you make sure that you make the most outrageous, porno noises ever, just to make the point that he didn’t make you feel this good.

[kvthgok]

Bad Idea | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic Obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- You got introduced to the Spider Society and they were judging you…..

Side note - Sorry to all my Gwen lovers she's kinda mean in this one </3 ! Also not proofread sorry if theres spelling & grammar errors

Today was a big day for you! Well…it was supposed to. You had been training with Miguel for a while but not too long, he said you didn’t need that much training because you were natural!

-Moving on, Time skip few minutes later-

Miguel and you were standing outside the meeting room. “Are you ready?” he questioned, placing his hand on the door knob ready to turn it. “Mhm!” she nodded in response. The two of you guys walked in and stood off the front of the meeting table. Miguel cleared his throat before speaking, “This is the recruit I was telling you guys about, her name is Y/n.” As he said this, the group looks at you with a somewhat judgmental expression. "Nice to meet you guys," you say to break the silence. The spider-mans all nod back at you, but still have this strange expression on their faces. You wonder if Miguel may have overhyped you.

As you stand in silence, you suddenly hear someone speak up.

"You're the recruit Miguel was talking about?" She said, her voice still judging and skeptical. You look over to who said that and see that it's Gwen. In any case, she didn't sound all that thrilled to see you.

"Gwen, come on, don't treat her like that." Miguel said, sounding annoyed at her behavior.

"She's a great spider-man with tons of potential," Miguel continued, sticking up for you. You were starting to feel like this was a terrible idea. A bad one.

"Yeah, but what potential does a 13 year old have anyway." Gwen said, looking at you with a judgmental look.”Gwen, I really don't want to deal with your attitude today, ok?" Miguel said, having had enough of Gwen's behavior. Y/n stood there dumbfounded thinking to herself did she really just say?! You started to grow annoyed with her bitchy attitude. You had finally spoken up, clearly not in the mood anymore , “If you wanna talk shit at least get my age right. I’m 14 actually dumbass” I scoffed.

Gwen looked annoyed when you corrected her. Clearly she was the type of person that got easily angered.

“Whatever!” She said, “It doesn’t make a difference, you’re still too young.” She said, not backing down. She turned her back on you and started talking to the other spider warriors that weren’t as annoyed with you.

“Come on Miguel, there’s no way you’re going to work with that.” she said, sounding annoyed. Miguel rolled her eyes at this. Miguel looked at Gwen, his patience already wearing thin.You left the meeting room pissed.

Miguel watched as you walked away in a frustrated mood. He took a deep breath before calling out to you as you headed to the door, “Y/n wait" He said in a concerned tone.

You continued walking out anyways, so he figured there was no point in arguing with you since it wouldn't make much of a difference. You left however, before he could say anything more. He watched you leave, trying to decide what to do. After a few hours , he headed into the room where you were last seen. On the table he sees your watch and a note that said that the meeting was a bad idea. But in the note you thanked him for everything he taught you.

[saralovesyouu]

“Remember me, remember you.”

Excited, you run over to him. You remembered him, but did he remember you? When you reached over to hug him and he backed away from your touch, you felt hurt. He didn’t. He remembered Kou who forgot him, but he couldn’t remember you.

(A/N) : Proofread, so don’t worry about any grammar mistakes or spelling errors. Enjoy!

Prev >> Next

“Mitsuba?” You cried, unsure if he was really there or not.

“You know this kid?” Kou asked you.

You didn’t answer him, only running up to hug him, only for him to back away from you.

“Sorry, do I know you?” He said with a raised eyebrow, genuinely confused.

Your heart sank to your stomach.

“You remember me, and I don’t know you? But I know you and you don’t remember me?” Mitsuba asked.

“Who are you?” Mitsuba asked another question, suddenly going from cocky to confused.

“What do you mean? I don’t know you?” Kou asked making them both even more confused.

“I’m gonna- er. Go. Yashiro could probably use the help.” You excused, walking off.

Your voice was shaky.

“What the hell?!” Kou shouted at the ghost who you called Mitsuba.

He grabbed him by the collar, he was confused when you recognized the ghost boy, but angry that he didn’t seem to recognize you despite asking people if they remembered him. Mitsuba yelped.

“I swear I don’t know her! I really don’t know who she is! I mean she feels familiar but I don’t know her!” Mitsuba yelled thrashing around in panic.

Kou huffed, he has never seen you that upset.

.

.

“You know him?” Yashiro asked.

You nodded, taking the tissue Hanako offered to you.

“It’s okay, knowing he’s not alive maybe his memories were thrown around and it’s just gonna take longer for him to remember you.” Hanako assured you, the mokke unusually backed him up, nodding and agreeing.

“Yeah, Hanako’s right! I’m sure he’ll come around.” Yashiro smiled.

“Thanks Yashiro,” you smiled warmly at her, though it still looked sad “maybe you’re right.”

“Just gotta wait.” Hanako confirmed.

You checked the time on your phone.

5:59 p.m.

“Well I’m gonna head out. Thanks for listening.” You said, standing up.

“No problem! You can always come to us with anything!” Yashiro beamed with a smile.

I smiled too, before leaving the school.

.

.

“That quick?” Your aunt asked as you opened the door.

She was sitting in the living room, watching some show she found in a channel.

“I got tired, so I’m just going to go to bed.” You said, but your voice failed you and cracked.

Your aunt raised an eyebrow at this, and stood up.

“Everything go okay at school?” She asked, and that’s when you broke again.

You told her everything, how when Kou finally found something on the ghost, you were happy. That you went to go leave your stuff down, and you hesitated to walk the rest of the way when you heard it. And when you had confirmed that it was indeed, Mitsuba’s spirit, and ran to embrace him, he backed away and said he didn’t remember you.

“Oh honey..” your aunt said in a hushed voice, hugging you.

“Maybe something went wrong with his memory. I don’t know much about the supernatural, but sometimes they forget things. Just give it time okay?” She assured, hugging you a bit tighter as you cried harder.

“Okay.” You sobbed.

“Go ahead and shower, there’s this new k-drama I found, wanna watch it together?” Your aunt asked.

“Sure..” you hiccuped, finally calming down.

Your aunt smiled.

“Alright, hurry and shower, get ready for bed, and then come down here. I’m gonna go buy snacks, you want anything?” She asked, already going to grab her wallet and keys.

“Maybe just some chips and something to drink..” you mumbled, wiping the last of your tears.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” She said, rushing out the door.

You hurried up to shower.

—

The feeling of the hot water splashing on your back was comforting. You were already done showering, just standing there to think.

“Maybe they are right. I just have to wait.” You assured yourself.

“Yeah, I just have to wait.” You confirmed.

—

You had already finished doing your skincare, getting dressed in your comfiest pajamas, and were now drying your hair. You were about to head downstairs, when you got the notification of a call.

—

Incoming call..

Kou

Answer / Decline

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“Hello?” You called, your voice sounded raspy from crying so much.

“Hey, you ran out after seeing that ghost.” Kou said after a few moments, pointing out the obvious.

“I did.” You confirmed, sitting down on your bed.

“You okay?” He asked, pausing before adding “oh and Tiara says hi.”

You smile, and he swore he could hear it.

“Tell her I say hi too. And yeah. I should be okay. I talked to Yashiro, Hanako, and now my aunt about it. I should be fine.” You reply.

He gasped, acting offended.

“And you didn’t talk to me about it? How could you?” He asked, dramatically.

You chuckled, and he smiled.

“You were busy with Mitsuba, don’t know. How could I?” You replied.

He hummed.

“Well I’m not busy now, tell me about it.” He says, laying down on his bed.

He put the phone on speaker, laying it next to his head.

“Mitsuba. You seriously don’t remember him?” You asked.

“No, nothing.” He confirmed.

You sighed.

“He was that photographer in junior high. And..” you paused.

“One of my closest friends since elementary.”

“I told him about everything, about the rituals, about the ghosts, everything. He acted like himself around me. Even if he was cocky and arrogant. He was nice to be around.” You explain.

“You liked being around that? And Teru thinks I’m the crazy one.” Kou joked.

“But,” Kou added. “That still doesn’t ring a bell. You sure he didn’t go to another school?”

You sighed in disapproval.

“No, he wouldn’t be haunting the school entrance if he did. I used to tag along with him. He can come off as a jerk and a total asshole.”

“Oh no yeah for sure.” Kou snorted.

You rolled your eyes.

“But he’s got a kind side if you look really closely.” You say with a smile.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I’d have to squint really hard to see it.” Kou scoffed with a smile.

“He died, I can’t even remember how long ago anymore. And since I’ve been looking for any sign of his spirit. It wasn’t until recently that something turned up. I had dreams, vivid dreams, of his death. I kept hearing his voice but if I turned around he wasn’t there. So I guess it kinda really hurt me when he said he didn’t remember me. Who was actually close to him when he was alive, but remembered you when you only briefly interacted with him once in junior high.” You sighed, lying on your back, shutting your eyes for a moment.

“Guess I have that affect on people.” He said with a chuckle, fiddling with his bedsheets.

You snorted, rolling onto your stomach.

“I guess. But it still hurt.” You groaned.

He went silent for a moment.

“Hey, how about tomorrow I’ll go find him, and I’ll leave you with him. You can try to jog his memory, talk to him. Do you have any old photos or videos?” He asked after a few seconds.

“Yeah, a few Polaroid photos.. some old videos that my aunt took. I could ask for them.” You reply.

“Yeah, do that. I’ll take care of the rest.” He said.

You smiled.

“Thanks Kou, you really are the best.”

“Your welcome.” He hummed.

“Well, I’m gonna head to sleep now, you should too. I don’t want to be left with Hanako the whole day.” He scoffed playfully.

“Yeah I will in a bit. Good night Kou.” You reply.

“Don’t sleep too late.” He reminded.

“Okay mom.” You answered sarcastically.

“Good night.” Kou said before hanging up.

As if on cue, your aunt unlocked the door and shut it behind her.

“(Y/N), I’m back. You ready?” She called.

“Yeah just give me a minute!” You shouted back, grabbing a blanket and rushing downstairs.

She set the bag of snacks down on the coffee table and flopped down onto the couch. Once you got there and sat down with her, she smiled.

“Take your pick,” she gestured to the bag of snacks “I bought a ton of stuff.”

You thanked her before grabbing what you wanted from the bag, settling down on the couch to watch whatever k-drama she chose.

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.

You had ended up falling asleep on the couch, peacefully after halfway through the movie. She smiled warmly at your sleeping figure, but she knew you couldn’t fall asleep on the couch. She couldn’t leave you there knowing you might see something, someone again. So she woke you up.

“Hey, sweetie wake up real quick. C’mon you can go back to sleep in your room.” She urged, gently shaking you.

You groaned, rolling onto your side facing the other way.

“(Y/N), c’mon wake up. Go brush your teeth real quick and go back to bed.” She insisted, so with a grumble you got up and went upstairs.

You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you left to your room.

You passed your aunt in the hallway upstairs “good night” she called.

“G’night.” You mumbled back sleepily.

You plopped down onto your bed, making yourself comfortable in the covers.

Closing your eyes to sleep, you felt that same weight on your chest. And out of exhaustion, you fell asleep.

(A/N) : Planning on posting the next chapter tomorrow. It’s already done, just needs to be proofread.

[mattswifeyx]

"You're a virgin?"- M.Sturniolo

-This is my first post. Not proofread to sorry for any incorrect grammar or spelling errors. Not my best work but I hope u enjoy. Minors dni-

(P in V, fingering, no protection but matt pulls out, nipple sucking, first time, virgin!reader, gentle!matt, aftercare!!)

Matt and you had been dating for 6 months. You had never had sex with anyone before unlike Matt who was defiantly NOT a virgin. Despite you're happy relationship, you had not told Matt you were a Virgin. You trusted him. You were just embarrassed. Everytime Matt wanted to have sex, you had told him yoh were too tired or not in the mood. Not because you didn't want too, but because you were too shy to tell him the truth. Until tonight.

"Matt! Baby hurry up with the popcorn. Your missing the best part of the film!" You yell to your boyfriend from the living room as he speedily puts the popcorn in the microwave. "I'm coming m'love!" He says chuckling as he walks in and sits next to you on the couch his arm round ur shoulder. You two are watching Titanic, one of your favourite films. As the car scene evolves, the tension in the room get heavier. Matts hand trails up your thigh, sqeezing the inner part, close to your core. Your breath hitches and you turn your head to face your boyfriend whos already looking at you. His eyes full of need. "Baby..." you let out a small breath of air shakily as he kisses you. You kiss him back, tilting your head to the side as you deepen the kiss. Matt bites down on your bottom lip causing you to let out a small whimper. He grabs you by the thighs and brings you up to your bedroom, he carefully places you down on the bed and gets on top of you kissing ur neck. You let our small moans and whimpers as he continues slowly kissing down to you collarbone. His hands trail down your chest reaching the hem of your shirt. He pulls his lips away from your skin "can I?" he asks, need in his tone. "Matt..i-i'm not sure", he gently pulls away from you, his face turning into a mixture of worry and nervousness, "whats wrong m'love? did I make you uncomfortable?" Matt questions as he plays with your hair stroking your cheek, "no..its not that..its just..I'm a-a virgin"..matts mouth drops into a O shape "you're a virgin?..why didn't you tell me before?" He asks sitting up looking down at you. "I thought you would leave me" "Oh baby..I would never..I think its cute your a virgin" a smile breaks on your face "really?" You giggle "yeah..of course" matt kisses ur nose "do you want me to carry on?" Matt questions "ill be gentle and ill stop as soon as you want me too" you nod, knowing matt will be gentle "yes please. I trust you." And with that matt climbs on top of you and kisses you.

You moan into the kiss as he bites down on your lower lip, he pulls away and kisses your neck kissing down to your collarbone and to the neck of your shirt. He looks up as you silently asking for permission. You nod and with a swift movement, your shirt is on the floor. He stares at you exposed torso, your breasts slightly visible through the bra your wearing. "Your beautiful baby" he whispers kissing your stomach as he warily unclasps your bra. His breath gets caught in his throat as his eyes see your roundsbreasts. Without hesitation, Matt buries his face in your tits, sucking on your nipple and playing with the other one with his fingers. Moans and gasps leave your throat as your head leans back agasint the pillows. "Fuck, my love..so pretty...all this for me?" He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. "Mhm" you whimper softly as you feel his growing hardness on your thigh. Matt takes off his shirt and undoes his belt. "Are you sure you want this baby? You dont have to do it if you don't want to" "im sure baby..please I need you" "of course baby. I'm gonna make you feel good" Matt pulls off his jeans to release some tension. He pulls off your skirt and his eyes nearly drop out of his skull as he sees your black lace panties. He runs a finger over your panties "fuck my love. Your so wet for me" he slowly pulls off your panties. "Can I touch you baby?" "Please" you whimper. Matt spreads open your legs, looking at you once more to make sure your okay with this before slowly pushing a finger inside you. You whimper out in pain and pleasure "its okay baby...tell me if its too much okay?" Matt pushes his finger all the way leaving it in there for you to get used to it. After a few seconds he slowly brings it out and pushes it back in. He does that a few more times before your moans of pain turn into pleasure "m gonna add another finger now baby.is that okay?" You nod, your eyes full of need "I need words baby.can i add another finger?". "Fuck..yes please baby" you whimper out, your back arching as he adds another finger. He pumps them in and put of you, moans and mewls leaving your mouth. Just as you get close to the edge. He pulls his fingers out. U whine in protest "shh baby..dont wanna tire you out yea?" Matt slowly takes off his boxers, his long dick slapping his stomach. You let out a small gasp as you realise how big it is "m-matt..that's not gonna fit" "I promise you baby it will" Matt spread open your legs positioning himself up to your core. "Are you sure about this my love?" He asks gently "yes god yes please" and with that matt slowly pushes himself in you, massaging your hips as he pushes deeper in. You let out whimpers of pain as he continues to push inside you. "Its okay baby..m nearly there..hold on" Matt groans softly as he bottoms out, staying there to let you get used to the feeling "you okay my love?" "Mhm..you can move now". Matt slowly pushes in and out of you, his size hitting the right spot eveytime. Your moans and whimpers grow louder as he quickens his pace. "Matt m-m close..I think" you whimper out. "That's good...so am I .where do u want me baby?" "My stomach" you moan as he hits your g spot, covering matts dick in your fluids. Matt let's out a few grunts and groans before pulling out and releasing all over your stomach. He crawls over to you, brushing your hair out your face. "Are u okay my love?", you nod slowly, your eyes shut. Matt grabs a towel from the bathroom and cleans you up. "You did so good baby..so proud of you" matt whispers as he kisses your forhead, wrapping you in his arms whispering words of affirmation as you doze off.

[sssm1l3]

(in ref to unasked 4 fanfic criticism) what happen bb ):

Thank you for asking! There was a person who was commenting on like...every single chapter of one of my TWD fics, and throughout there were positive things, and negative things they listed in the fic I don't mind, I have thick skin, but at the end, in the last comment they wrote, they mentioned my spelling. Putting a read more because this is long and ended up going slightly into more sensitive topics than I intended to originally. (Will forever be grateful for the anon that told me that Keep Reading existed, I love you, whoever you were.)

I have dyslexia and I use three spell check agents, as well as my boyfriend, to proofread before posting like 90% of the time, but of course, things slip through the cracks. Since I was very little, pretty much as soon as I learned to write, I didn't like when people commented on my spelling, because as much as I try to control it, I still can't help it most of the time. It fucks with me. So I replied, and I was mean with it, see image,

I never ask for concrit, because I get concrit from specific people that I trust to not absolutely crush my spirit, and also myself, as we all know, oneself is their harshest critic. There was a chance this is just what this person does, is give concrit on everything they read, so I reminded them of fandom rules, and to not give concrit unless asked. Again, I wasn't nice about it. The people who can get comments like the one I received and proceed as business as usual are braver and better than I. (Once more, I would not have engaged if they had not mentioned my spelling and grammar, I put at the start of everything I write, "Sorry for Grammar mistakes/spelling errors.", and they said there were so many errors, it gave them a headache! I was pissed off.) Part of their comment also mentioned that things in the story were, quote, "unrealistic" Whatever, again, I have thick skin but once I started going on the spelling, I didn't stop. In their response, they apologized and complimented my ability to craft the story even with the disability. They, however, did continue to insult how I handled sensitive topics in the story I wrote, which yes, I write sensitive topics all the time, and I mostly write them based off my own experiences, or a mish-mash of stories I've heard told around me, so being told they were unrealistic or poorly handled was irritating! When I told them this, they replied with this, (User cropped for obvious reasons)

So, completing pulling back any sort of "understanding" they had for my spelling errors, and any praise for this story, because I told them that just because they think they know how situations should work, doesn't mean they will work that way. This sort of ended up divulging into a petty argument that ended in them accusing me of having a rape fetish, to which I replied with "BAHAHAHA" Their comments on my story minus like....2 or 3 on different chapters were deleted either by themselves or by me, because I didn't want that ugliness on a story that I've been told by multiple people is a safe space. Thank you for asking anon! Have a great time!

[lovetei]

Hello! If you aren't busy could you try writing about an mc that looks identical to Lilith and maybe even has a similar name example: lily, Lillian etc. (If you can maybe mc that has a similar personality with lilith) And Ofc its platonic. (sorry if you don't understand this is my first time requesting on tumblr(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Wassuppp I'm back on the roll even though my internet is still not fixed.

And hey Anon! I hope you don't mind small angst :')

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The demon brothers reaction to an MC that looks and acts like Lilith

Warnings: Implied suicide, toxic behavior, slight horror, Lilian is used as your other name, Lilian uses she and her pronouns, no proofreading, grammar errors, spelling errors

Parts: One, Two

Links: Masterlist

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It has been complete year ever since that human exchange student, MC, arrived and it has been three months after that same human died.

The government released a statement saying that the human suffered a heart attack and died but the note that human left says the other way around

"You all are the worst beings I've ever met... No wonder you all are demons and I'll say it again IF YOU ALL WILL NOT ADJUST, IF YOU ALL WILL STAY THE WAY YOU ARE AND REFUSE TO COOPERATE OR EVEN CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE THEN THIS PROGRAM HAVE NO WAY OF SUCCEEDING!"

Maybe the student did die because of a heart attack... But maybe, just maybe, it's because the students heart aches so much not because of the illness but because of the disease like beings around them.

Them ignoring you on the daily basis and even refusing to give you food that will actually help you get nutrients.

Them comparing you to their dead sister saying, there will be no way you can replace her.

Remembering all the things they did...

"I swear it upon my name... I WILL COME BACK AND BRING EVERYTHING YOU BUILD UP FOR YEARS DOWN AND CAUSE YOUR DEMISE!"

They got scared...

Because maybe the hatred of a human is indeed enough to warp the time...

And enough to bring everyone that treated them wrong on their knees...

Begging for forgiveness.

LUCIFER

Finally

Months after that incident

A worthy exchange student!

Yeah, he hasn't seen this new exchange student yet

So what?

The fact that Lilian look exactly like her is enough affirmation that she'll be a good candidate

And when she arrive...

She look exactly like her...

She act exactly like her!

It's like Lilian brought his sister back to life

He truly is glad to have her in this program...

But whenever she smile...

It's like...

Someone else's figure appear behind her...

A figure

A figure similar to yours...

MAMMON

He must admit that your death bothered him a little

But seeing the new exchange student...

It's like all of his problems dissappeared

The moment he saw Lilian, actually, he ran up to her and hugged her.

But there's something wrong...

This Lilian smells familiar...

This Lilian smells metallic...

Like how your room is like the night they found your dead body.

LEVIATHAN

He doesn't care about you at all

You're just so annoying and you like getting yourself involved in someone else's business

But this exchange student is different!

This exchange student...

This exchange student is his sister...

When Lilian touched his back to comfort him after he broke down and cried after he saw this new exchange student.

He felt something is wrong

Like Lilian's touch is similar to someone else...

Similar to... MC..?

SATAN

So that's how Lilith looked like...

He doesn't know what to feel

Something inside him loved to have Lilian around but he's sure it's just because a part of Lucifer's emotion is inside him

But the way Lilian smirk whenever the others left after complementing her is different

Saying Lilian look like, act like, sound like their sister

If he was in Lilian's place he would have lost his mind

But Lilian...

Lilian seems to like it..?

No,

Lilian despised it because they like it.

ASMODEUS

He doesn't care about your death at all.

Why should he?

The fact that he, someone who can be friends with anyone, hates you just proves that you really is despisable

But now Lilian is here!

Why should he pay attention to that weird feeling in his chest after you died?!

The feeling of guilt... Why should he care about it..?

Waaa! This Lilian is like Lilith..!

So fragile...

So lovable...

So much like... MC...

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't care about you but that doesn't mean he needs to disrespect you

After you died

His rose is the only thing left for your grave

It seems that your death brought something better though... So he can't just help it...

He just can't help but be grateful that you died...

It's like the world brought you, the problem, in this world to see if they can handle it

And when they surpassed it they got the reward, Lilian.

But he feels uncomfortable somehow...

When you cooks he feel full...

But when she cooks he feels... You?

BELPHEGOR

He laughed

He laughed when you died

He laughed when you got buried

And he doesn't feel bad at all

And now she's here?

He's thinking like his twin

He thinks that you're just the antagonist in this story that when you die the reward comes

. . .

Why is Lilian acting like this..?

Why is Lilian acting like you..?

Could it be...

[pearlcigs]

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[i-know-you-know-we-know-lee-know]

Enhypen hyung line react to their so falling asleep on them

Its time

Aka i felt motivated again😌

I thought i should continue with the falling asleep reaction soooooo

Should i do a txt one?

Listening to Memorabilia did something to me and im now going through a major Enha phase

Im not complaining tho

Enjoy :3

Ps: Lucifer is my favorite ;)

Warnings: Grammar mistakes, spelling errors, not proofread, random thoughts, sorry this is so short 😭🙏

Maknae line

Heeseung

Shy...

But

Not?

He's either a blushy mess or you are

If he's the blushing mess he probably wasn't expecting it

Heefused

He's happy that you trust him enough to sleep on him so comfortably

Awkwardly pats your head

😭

Poor boy doesn't know what to do

Kinda just stares off into space

But reflexively puts his arms around your waist

He probably stares at you while you sleep

In a non creepy way

May or may not fall asleep

However

If you're the blushing mess

...

Prepare yourself for some melting cuz he's gonna fluster you like there's no tomorrow

Will be all "😏?"

Like,

Sir

Please

I am but a poor innocent girl

Why must you do this to me?

I understand why this man is the most biased in enha ヽ(゜▽、゜)ノ

Moving on-

He will still cuddle you back

Hug you around your waist

Ya know, the normal

With a little extra Heespice™ added

Aka he's just hotter when he does thingss

When you wake up he kisses your forehead

Tells you to go back to sleep

And then falls asleep with you

(╥﹏╥)

Jay

Literally won't care

Lol

He would still be happy that you felt comfortable enough to pass out on top of him

But he would just treat it like an everyday experience

Even if it doesn't happen every day

You come over and sit on his lap and he just hugs you untill you fall asleep

May be mildly concerned

But by the time he has processed that he should be concerned

You've fallen asleep

And he doesn't want to wake you

So he does the chivalrous thing and falls right asleep with you

CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD

But if you know one thing about him it's that you can't wake him up once he's fallen asleep

He sleeps like a dead body

Like me :D

So when you inevitably wake up before him you have two choices

A: go back to sleep

B: wake him up

Obviously you choose to wake him up because its no fun being awake by yourself

All you have to do is play billy poco for five seconds and it wakes any of the members up-

Anyways have fun trying to wake him up because if you do he will drag you right to bed and fall back asleep

Even if its 3:26 pm

Let the poor man rest

Jake

Flustered

There's no way around it

He's just a generally flustered puppy

He's kinda like Hee where he doesn't know what to do

But he just does things unconsciously

Im a strong believer that Jake is the heater in Enhypen

So he woud be warm

And comfy

He would rub your back

Draw little shapes on your back

When you wake up he would keep doing it and have you guess what he was drawing

I love when people do that

Excuse me while i take my mandatory combustion break-

*𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤*

Would wrap your arms around his waist

And pull you as close as he could to himself

He just wants you to be with him

And how could you deny that face?

You cant

The answer is nobody can deny that face

Would whisper in your ear

Little affirmations

AGDJDJ

Squeezes you

HE JUST WANTS YOU TO BE NEAR HIM OK?

He hugs you like yourr a giant stuffed animal

He just loves his cuddles🥰

Will cuddle you back to sleep

Yes

 ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) 

Sunghoon

Oh boy

He will be confused

"why would you want to sit on my lap?"

He just doesn't understand

That he's my bias wrecker~

Even more confused when you fall asleep

Flabbergasted, you could say

I love that word

He would worry that he would wake you up

Evn though he's sitting still

And your fast asleep

But he loves it

Definitely zones out

Because he doesn't know what to do

Hell just sit there like🧍‍♂️😃

Puts his chin on your head

Will probably play with your fingers

Just for fun

Definitely not to keep from falling asleep

Definitely not...

*falls asleep*

Hes a sleeper

But he cant help it because your so comforting

I mean have you ever had someone fall asleep on top if you?

Ok nevermind that's never happened to me

But you can probably imagine

How

✨fabulous✨

It would be

Youur just returning the favor of sleep to him

If you two sleep for long enough one (or all) of the members will find you and take pictures

But maybe you want that

When else are you going to see how cute a sleeping Sunghoon is?