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[femme-feytale]

Smoked that hag weed now I'm cackling and luring knights into the forest to their doom

[halfdeadwallfly]

I'm writing an analysis essay on the Thomas opinion from Dobbs v. Jackson, with a five page length requirement and a due date of one hour from now. I already have two pages, but I've just restructured the whole framework and I'm basically going to have to rewrite it.

I have soooo many thoughts but I just lack the motivation to actually articulate everything and it's so fuckinggg frustratinggggg

[somerandomdudelmao]

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Ahah SO TAPA MADE THIS FOR APRIL FOOLS BUT I DIDN’T REBLOG IT YESTERDAY BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT ANYONE TO ACTUALLY THINK ITS CANON. BECAUSE. I MEAN. L O O K. IF I WOULDNT BE THE AUTHOR I WOULD FALL FOR THIS AHAHSJFKGMGMGMMG

AnyWAY. LOOK HOW COOL THIS IS

Part "10" ;D The beginning of huggable Teddy Bear evolution~

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[mythtiide]

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[entitled-fangirl]

I see how you look at her, William.

Hannibal x wife!reader; Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Summary: Will is introduced to Hannibal's wife. The three seem to hit it off a little too well.

Words: 1,587

Warnings: idk, poligamy? Mutual pining should be its own warning, cause it always pulls at my heartstrings. And typos. Always.

Author's note: I literally pulled his GIF up, giggled, and said "Ehehehehe. He's so silly."

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I don't own the rights to these characters!

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She descends down the stairs of the house, rounding the corner to the kitchen. She stands in the doorframe, watching her husband do what he does best- cook. 

He stands at the counter, focused on the cut of meat he had in front of him. She took this moment to admire him. His strong back, his shoulders moving with each movement of the knife, his biceps flexing. Although all traits were hidden from her view by the dress shirt he wore, she could still imagine it just fine. His sleeves pushed up his forearm always seemed to catch her eye, like it did now. Her eyes wander to his greying hair, imagining running her hands though it. He seemed to feel her gaze, because he turned his head just slightly. Not to look at her, but just to see her see him acknowledge her presence. His voice carried through the kitchen, “I don’t need to turn around to know that you look beautiful tonight.”

She let out a soft giggle, pushing herself further into the kitchen. “And why is that?”

He stopped his movements momentarily, his eyes moving up the wall slightly. “Because you’re always beautiful,” he says before going back to his knife and cutting board. 

It had been Hannibal’s idea in the beginning, inviting Will Graham over for dinner. He loved hosting dinners, but having dinner with only one guest was an unusual thing. And he had yet to meet Y/N.

Hannibal had kept Y/N a secret for many years, only revealing her to those attending his dinners. And sometimes, not even then. He knew what he did was dangerous, and he wished to keep her hidden from the public as much as possible. And she never minded, for she often felt anxious at big events and meeting too many new people at once overstimulated her. And above all else, Hannibal didn’t like to share things that were his. Especially things as kind as her, where the world could ruin her in a day. No, she was his, and they were a perfect pair, the two of them, for his arms were her favorite place to be. And his arms were also his favorite place for her to be.

He places the meat into the pan before finally turning around to look at her. He froze, a pleasant smile crossing his face, “Ah, bella. I knew I wouldn’t even have to look.” 

She does a quick spin, letting him see all the aspects of her dress. She grows nervous under his gaze, “is this alright?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, “Darling, it’s perfect.” He takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two of them before leaning down, his arms open on either side of her to avoid touching her dress with dirty hands. She meets him halfway, sharing a soft kiss. 

He smiles, moving back to the food at hand. She takes this as a cue to prepare the dining table.

Before she even finishes, a knock is heard at the door. She quickly walks to it, taking a deep breath before opening it. The sight in front of her is even better than she thought. 

Will Graham stood at the threshold of their house in a dress shirt and sweater vest, his hair gelled to perfection. He held a nervous smile about him. His eyes trail up to hers, and his smile drops. He takes a deep breath of his own, before he places the smile back on. “Oh, sorry,” he apologizes, reaching a hand out, “I’m Will Graham.” 

God, he was handsome. Hannibal had said he was quite attractive, but this. Attractive was an understatement. Will Graham was beautiful. 

She reaches her hand out to take his, “Y/N… uh… Y/N Lecter.”

She watched as the gears turned in Will’s head, his handshake slowing. “Lecter?”

Hannibal’s body appears behind Y/N, his hands moving up to rest on her hips. “Ah, Will. I see you’ve met my wife. Come in. Please.” He pulls Y/N’s body back slightly to make room for Will to enter. Will does so, letting his eyes wander around the house. 

Y/N feels her husband's grip tightening around her waist. She knows him better than anyone. He’s not jealous, per se. No, this was something else entirely. Was he…. Nervous?

Will stuffs his hands in his pockets, as his gaze returns to the couple. “This house is gorgeous, truly.” He looks to Y/N, assuming she decorated it.

She smiles, pulling herself from Hannibal’s grip, “I didn’t do it, Hannibal did. He has an eye for things. Excellent taste.”

Will smiles back, fighting himself to not look at her for too long, “Yes. It seems he does.”

Hannibal shuts the door before moving towards the dining room. “Please, come sit. I’m almost done,” he says, giving a final glance to his wife before disappearing into the kitchen.

Y/N immediately moves to her usual spot, at the left side of the head chair. She pulls the chair out softly, sitting down in it before her gaze moves back to Will. He follows suit, sitting on the right side, directly across from her.

A silence ensues as both of Hannibal’s favorite anxious people look anywhere but each other. Finally, Will break the tension, “Hannibal never… mentioned you. I, I definitely didn’t know he was married, especially to someone so,” he stops himself.

She smiles, catching his eyes, “someone so… what, Mr. Graham?”

Will looked away again, his breath caught in his throat. He lets out a cough before smiling. “I guess.. I guess I was going to say beautiful.”

She tilts her head at him, “You guess? So, why didn’t you?” She liked watching his squirm. Perhaps she picked that trait up from so many years with Hannibal.

This caught him off guard. She was rather blunt in her thoughts. “I just, I don’t know, assumed it inappropriate to say too much of another man’s wife, is all, Mrs. Lecter,” he says, taking a sip of the water in front of him.

She nods, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Hannibal is aware of what he has. As am I. He taught me to never refuse a compliment.” 

He nods as well, “Then, you look very beautiful, Mrs. Lecter.”

“Y/N,” Hannibal’s voice was heard from the kitchen. He usually didn’t call out like that. He never raised his voice. She stood quickly, moving towards the kitchen.

Hannibal stood in the kitchen, the plates neatly prepared before him. He glances up at her entrance. “Ah. Sorry for the harsh tone. It shouldn’t have come out that way.”

She nods, “you didn’t intend for it to be so.”

He sighs, “Yes. That’s true. I just…. It’s hard to see someone admire what is mine.”

She nods again, “I understand.”

“I wasn’t only talking about him admiring you,” Hannibal stated, “you seemed to like him just the same.”

She scoffs, “As if you don’t like him yourself, Lecter.”

Hannibal’s lips pull into a smile. He was caught. “I suppose you’re right, bella. As always.”

She gives him a knowing look, taking two of the plate carefully, one in each hand, and walks to the dining room. Will still sits at the large table, a nervous look in his eyes.

She sets a plate in front of him carefully, “Don’t ask me what it is, Graham. I’m not the cook.” 

His lips now pull into a smile, as he nods, “I see. Thank you, anyways.”

She sets her plate down in front of her, sitting down gracefully. Hannibal walks in, setting his plate down. He's now in his full suit, his blazer neatly buttoned. “William, I hope this is to your liking.” He sits himself at the head of the table. 

It’s a rather awkward dinner, as they all give each other obvious glances. Everyone at this table adored one another. Will and Y/N were the anxious ones, but as each conversation digressed, Hannibal’s grin only grew. He can read the two of them like an open book, and he was enjoying the book in front of him. 

As they neared the end of their dinner, Y/N happily collected the plates and disappeared into the kitchen. Hannibal took this opportunity to his advantage. He leans towards Will, his voice low, “I see how you look at her, William.” 

Will freezes, staring at the table. “I don’t believe my gaze is that different between her and you.”

Hannibal smirks, tilting his head, “No. I don’t believe it is too different.” 

Y/N enters the room again, her hand gliding across Hannibal’s shoulders as she walks around his chair. She stops behind him, leaning over him to kiss his cheek gently. He smiles at this, reaching his own hand up, and grabbing her jaw quickly before she can move away. He twists his body slightly to kiss her on the lips. She pulls back in shock but doesn’t go far due to the grip on her jaw. He smiles into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of the stare from Will. He lets her go, letting her catch her breath. She moves back to her chair with a soft pink now on her cheeks. 

Will lets out a deep breath, calming himself. Hannibal knows it, and he smiles at his darling wife.

“Should we invite William over again, mia bella?”

Her eyes glance over from her husband to Will, full of mischief.

“I think we should.”

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Author's note (part 2): It's so easy to read a piece and critique it, but when it's your own.... golly. How can I go so easy on myself and yet so difficult to please???

[withlove-xixi]

idk if youre taking requests for one piece but if you are can i request for zoro with an s/o who moves around a lot in their sleep? thank you so much!

— ZORO THOUGHTS: zoro x reader who moves in their sleep

ᥫ cw: none ★ HAI ANONIE!! i love this idea so much omg ?!@#?? thank yew for the req eheheheh!!!

ah, god's sleepiest soldier, roronoa zoro... it's amazing that the man can sleep anywhere at anytime, it's scary almost. it's like he could sleep through the worst of storms and earthquakes. but he's a very still sleeper. he hardly moves to the point you'd think he was dead... the most he moves is a slight, very occasional tousle around, a short roll to his side as he searches for something to hold onto in his sleep. he's found that something to be you, god's second sleepiest soldier. at first people thought you were a good match for each other, two people who could match each other's sleep, if you will. but then the crew realized that you .. are a very messy sleeper. they could watch you go to sleep laying straight on your back with your arms on either side of you and could wake up seeing you half-splayed across the floor.

they were worried at first if anything. zoro was a cuddler, while he didnt necessarily need to hold onto something at night, it was something he preferred. so when you became his preferred thing to cling onto as he slept, the crew was worried you might've somehow pushed zoro off his hammock, or maybe zoro's patience would've quickly run thin and you two would have some sort of fight.

really, it was the exact opposite. see, on top of zoro being a very still sleeper, he's a very heavy sleeper too. it doesnt matter how much you squirm or wiggle around in your sleep, zoro is NOT waking up lmao. besides that, zoro's got a sort of iron grip on you once he falls asleep, arms strong enough to keep you somewhat in place as you two slept. if he's got his arms wrapped around your waist then that's the only part of you that stays still, you'd bend and roll around as much as you can, but zoro's going to have you glued to him someway somehow.

though, it does get a bit annoying, for zoro at least. one time he woke up to find you had somehow flipped over with your feet to his face, he has no idea how you did it and neither do you tbh. it's another reason why he holds you so close when you sleep. it's somewhat evolved to the point where zoro pulls you on top of him when you two sleep. again he doesnt mind the squirming but he wouldnt want you to wake up in a strange position lol

[pukanavis]

Fuyume Hanamura Idol Story 1

ーThe Yumenosaki Academy library, two years since the establishment of ES.

Fuyume: Excuse me?

Are there any fairy tales here…?

Oh, the shelf over there is the section for picture books and stuff?

Thank you for your help.

~...♪

(Ah, she was right. Yume recognises a bunch of the books over here.)

(They’ve got a good selection to choose from but the categorising is a mess. They’re just randomly thrown onto the shelf without any care for alphabetical order or release date.)

(Oh well…apparently no one has any love for fairy tales…)

(‘The Little Mermaid, ‘Momotaro’, ‘Tale of The Bamboo-Cutter’, ‘Snow White’, ‘Urashima Taro’, ‘Cinderella’—)

(Oh! It might not be the one Yume was looking for but he’s in the mood to read Cinderella today.)

(This story is another one that Yume adores.)

(It’s a tale about love being rewarded.)

…♪

Fuyume: …? Hm? Oh, uhm, you’re that nice person from earlier—did you need something?

You were so kind to Yume earlier, so he’d be happy to give you some company.

Huh? The Yumenosaki Academy library is off-limits to anyone that doesn’t work for or attend the school?

How could you tell that Yume isn’t a student here?

Ooh, cause Yume isn’t wearing the uniform…?

That makes sense…no biggie, Yume will be sure to wear the school uniform next time.

Yume is really good at sewing, so it won’t be a problem…fufu ♪

Huh? That’s not the issue?

Yume doesn't like anything you’re saying right now.

Here he was thinking you were a nice person.

Fuyume: Huh? Yume’s name is Fuyume Hanamura.

And you are? …Anzu-san? You’re a graduate of Yumenosaki?

You’re here at your old school to do some producer work, huh? It made you feel nostalgic so you’ve been walking around the grounds…? 

Oh, is that the case? Hmm…♪

Then, aren’t you and Yume in the same boat? Yume goes to a middle school separate from Yumenosaki and you’ve already graduated…right?

It sounds like neither of us are allowed to be here.

Let's work together then, okay? If you pretend you never saw Yume, he won’t go around yelling, ‘There’s a trespasser in here!’ …♪

What do they call it? A contract, business, bargaining? Let’s do something like that…♪

If you’re willing to comply, Yume will leave you be. He isn't particularly interested in you anyway.

Yume is just here to read some fairy tales.

…♪

Fuyume: Huh? Did you need something else? You want to know what Yume is reading?

Ehehe, you’re interested in fairy tales? Sounds like we can get along.

Ehehehehehe. Yume is just reading a picture book about the massively popular princess, Cinderella. Though, he actually wanted to read something else. 

Maybe you’ve heard of it? For some reason, no one in Japan knows about it—it’s a fairy tale about an amethyst. 

Even if you don’t know the story, maybe you’ve heard this quote before?

—”The amethyst broke into pieces.”

Fufu. I guess you haven’t heard of it. Oh well.

Basically, it’s a story about an ordinary girl that comes across an amethyst that can grant any wish that she desires.

In fact, she actually fuses with the amethyst and becomes a crystalised-human of sorts.

It’s a curse put on her by an evil witch…ehehehehe ♪

The plot is kinda similar to ‘The Happy Prince’. Actually, something like ‘Arabian Nights’ or ‘The Monkey’s Paw’ might be a better match.

After transforming into the wish-granting amethyst, the girl wishes for her crush to pay attention to her, or to become better friends with people—

With each little wish she makes, the amethyst uses its power and gradually begins to crack—

Aah…♪ Eventually, her body becomes so fractured that it crumbles away and she loses all of the love and friends that she had been granted.

Her loved ones view her like a monster and chase her away in fear.

After everything, the final wish she makes is—

Fuyume: —Ah, wait, Yume thinks you should read it for yourself to find out what happens next. Spoilers are a crime!

Ehehe. If there’s one thing Yume can say, it’s that he empathises with the amethyst girl and even admires her.

At the end of it all, the final remaining piece of her—

Becomes a ring that showers the wedding between her best friend and the one she loved in joy.

After everything, her final wish is—wait, oops, Yume just realised how much he’s spoiling. He’s really really sorry.

You don’t mind? Really? You’re super kind, you know?

Ehehe. You see, Yume shares the same wish as the girl who became a ring.

—-“I wish for your life to be full of joy.”

During her final moments, the girl whose selfish asks led her to break apart used her last wish to bring someone else happiness. 

Ehehe. Yume doesn’t have the power to grant wishes but he’ll do everything he can to achieve that too.

For example, Esu goes to Yumenosaki so Yume snuck in to watch over him in secret.

Huh? Does Yume love Esu?

It depends how you define ‘love’ but yep, Yume loves Esu.

But it's sad, isn't it? The reality we live in isn’t a fairytale.

—The amethyst already shattered long ago.

[forecast0ctopus]

i absolutely adore the spock and mccoy clown drawing!!!! I have a huge spinterest in both clowns and star trek so it was literally made for me as far as I'm concerned

I also especially love the decision to draw spock as a pierrot(?) (my fave type of clown!!) because while they are typically stereotyped as "sad/stoic black and white clowns", their role in italian commedia dell'arte was actually as lovesick, moonstruck paramours pining for those they can't have, for whatever reason.. y'know, kinda like... spock and kirk...... eheheheh..........

I just think it works super well, whether intentional or not hehe

AH i'm so glad you like them!! and ive never heard it abbreviated to spinterest thats so fun..... and yes spock is meant to be a pierrot clown! I'll admit I have pretty surface level clown knowledge, but I thought black and white sad pierrot clown fit him so well.. very excited to know that it all fits Even More than I thought fdsbhk i figured jester for mccoy since he's got a sharp tongue and gets away with far more of what could be considered disrespect within the chain of command than others..... i.e. jesters privilege

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Demon Slayer × Trollhunters ideas ] (4)

Inspired by an idea of Trollhunters characters being in the Demon Slayers world instead by @coolestzed 👀✨

TW: Gore talking

" Trolls..." Enmu taps his chin in a mocking thoughtful gesture. " Ah, yes, I've heard of them...Master sometimes would allow the leftovers to be given for the Uppermoons..."

Jim tightens his grip on Daylight, squinting his eyes as he tries to focus through the harsh wind and the rattling of the train he's on top off.

" What do you mean by leftovers? "

" I don't know much, but Master has mentioned trolls a few times...apparently they cannot handle sunlight as well, have long lifespan, and some possess powers like Blood Demon Art..."

The Lower demon giggles, clasping his hand over his mouth. Jim's glare hardens.

" But oh, we demons are much more superior to them! Master Muzan took a few so he could study them closer...when they couldn't take it anymore, he handed the leftovers to the other demons...apparently trolls are edible eheheheh!! "

" You -- " Shudders run down Jim's spine. " -- You eat trolls..? "

Enmu finds delight in the horror of the boy's face.

" What did you say you were? The Trollhunter? Why the long face if you hunt trolls? " The demon wringgles his fingers, making a motion like opening something. " I was fortunate enough to hear of the experience of eating trolls...the skin is very hard and thick, so they have to pry it open and then scoop up the organs -- "

Daylight slashes down on where Enmu used to be, the demon hovers in the air for a few seconds before landing on another spot. He can't hold back the laugh from seeing how Jim looks at him.

" Oh? Are you angry? "

" You're sick. " Jim feels like wanting to vomit. He's no troll himself, but to be treated and talked about like you worth nothing makes his blood boil.

He doesn't dare to imagine if Blinky, Aaarrrgh or Draal were taken away by the demons as meal courses. He'd fight nails and teeth to get them back.

" The trolls have something like crystal stone in them I heard? " Enmu continues on dismissively. " It supposedly can be energy boosting..."

The demon licks his lips. The mouth on his hand copies the movement. Gritting his teeth, Jim fixes his stance and charges, his chest expanding through the total concentration breathing he was taught and practiced. Enmu raises his hand lazily.

" Sleep. "

[xx-d3m0n-k33p37-d47k-xx]

Well MELT MORE/pos

Did yall know how cool sift is? :D

@just-another-starstruck-dreamer YOU

IM TALKING ABOUT YOU

<3

[rui-xyz]

Could you write something like the one-shot in the first Rui fic where they drink but make it into actual (and consenting) smut?

FORGIVE ME I COPY AN PASTED SOME OF THIS

Also ion feel like writing out my warnings/synopsis/blah blah so read at your own risk

Also there's literally no rui gifs on this platform so have fanart from Pinterest bc lord knows I have a stash

♡ to the other anon that asked for literally anything Rui, more coming your way hun!! ;3

creds to the artist ofc I didn't draw this I'll let yall know when it's actually my art ALSO HIS BACK IS SO FINE AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS HELLO??

"How do you feel about getting a little... adventurous?"

"How... how adventurous are we talking?"

It was that little altercation that started everything.

You both drank down the first bottle in the span of, maybe... an hour? That seemed like a healthy time frame, not that either of you had experience with alcohol before this.

But it was the second bottle the two of you blew through in 15 minutes that was the bad idea. Didn't matter who came up with it, and who agreed... it was the wrong choice.

But here you both were, giggly, swaying in your seats, both of you holding what would hopefully be your last glass of the night, lest you decide to open a third bottle.

Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing was happening. More kissing than talking, actually. More kissing than giggling.

You tugged away to drink the last sip of your glass, and Rui followed. As he looked at you, ready to go back to devouring your lips again, something in his head clicked.

He... he wanted to make love to this woman. Hard.

"What's that look about?" You grinned, giggling softly, before he shoved you down on the couch and you let out a yelp.

Your drunken head was dizzy for a decent bit from such a swift movement, but once you finally caught your bearings, you were back to giggling softly. Rui had your shirt tugged up above your breasts, and his lips were kissing up your stomach.

"Hehehe... tickles... Rui... Ehehehehe!~"

His tongue stuck out, licking up your ribs, when you partially came to your senses, realizing where this was going.

FINALLY. That's really all you could think before you went back to not having any coherent thoughts.

"Rui, are we going all the way...?"

"Of course we are. And I'm gonna make you feel amazing."

"Hehe, I'm sure you a-...ah..." you breathed in surprised when he shoved your bra up over your boobs, somewhat releasing them to his gaze.

"Have you ever done this before?" He asked with a small glance at you as he leaned in, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking.

"Ah... Y-yeah... I-I'm basically a pro..." You sighed out, obviously lying. Rui wasn't really listening anyways, his tongue laving over your nipple. "W-what about you? You ever do this before?"

"Psh, yeah, like... all the time. I know exactly what I'm doing..." Another clear lie. As hot as he was, you knew Rui got no grip.

"Hehe, then I'm sure I'll lose my mind tonight..."

He leaned up and pressed his lips to yours for the nth time tonight, both of his hands groping your chest as his tongue explored your mouth again. You couldn't help but let out soft moans into his mouth from the way his hands felt on you.

He pulled away for a second to tug your shirt and bra completely over your head, throwing them to the floor. You wondered if he knew that bras could unclasp. But then his lips were back on yours again, and his hands were trailing down your sides. You giggled at the ticklish feeling that sprung once more, but gasped softly as Rui's lips left yours and he leaned his head down next to yours.

"My head is spinning..." He sighed out. You giggled, still not quiet able to hold it back, and heard him chuckle along with you.

"Rui, lemme see you."

He leaned his head up, and you looked him over hungrily. His eyes were lidded, an uncontrollable smirk on his face, and the faintest red dusting his cheeks.

"So pretty."

He sighed that. Before you got the chance to even open your mouth. Bastard. You wrinkled your nose at him and tugged his head back down to your lips.

At that, he continued what he had been doing. He fondled your breasts a little, but his hands seemed bored, and they lowered to your hips, giving them a tight squeeze that made you groan. His fingers curled under the hem of your bottoms and he pulled away from your lips, puppy dog eyes on his face.

"Can I take these off? Pleeeeease?"

"Yesy, yes! Just do it already!" You snorted. A huge grin appeared on his face and he stripped away your pants and underwear together, leaving you completely bare.

He paused, stared between your legs, and his eyes steadily drifted up and up. Soon, an unbeatable smile spread across his face. One of embarrassment. He covered his face and shook his head side to side, giggling.

"Ehehe, I can't, I can't! This has to be a dream, you're too pretty to be real!"

"Hehehe, Rui, you sound 13 right now," you laughed along with him. He leaned back down and nuzzled into your tummy, still grinning and giggling.

"So soft, so pretty... Am I really that good that I get to have sex with you? Nahhhhhh..."

"Rui, you're so pretty and perfect too~"

"Ehehe, alright, alright! Since we both want it so bad, no hesitation, yeah? Like a show! Ehe, I'm happy to give you everything~"

With that, he all but ripped his shirt and pants off. He leaned in and started kissing you again, grabbing one of your hands and pressing it to his barely clothed cock. He squealed against your lips at the feeling of your hand touching his most sensitive and needy spot. You squeezed it gently, and his hips bucked against you a good three times before he could control himself.

This was all taking too long. He shoved his boxers off and let your hand wrap fully around his shaft. At just one stroke, he had to leave your lips, a shaky, sighing moan forcing its way out of him.

"Rui, put it in." You breathed, your voice warm. His eyes met yours for a second, his smile dropping as his eyes went blank.

He felt everything. Panic and confusion and excitement rolled up into an oddly flavored feeling that made his dick throb in both his and your hands. You giggled at the look on his face, but he dropped his head to your collarbone, gripping his length in one hand and holding your hip with the other. He slowly thrusted forward, his tip entering you faster than you could process, followed by each throbbing inch of him. You felt overwhelming pleasure flood your senses as he bottomed out.

Then, suddenly, his insides were roasting in a way he'd never once felt before. The feeling of red-hot pleasure so strong it honestly scared him. He didn't know what he meant, but it felt like something was going to burst. Something good.

You, on the other hand, could barely see straight. You didn't know how big Rui was, you'd never thought about it, but fuck was he too big. You swore you could feel him in your stomach. You couldn't muster words to ask if maybe he should pull out a little. Just pathetic moans of his name, dripping off your tongue.

Suddenly, he hugged you. He all but cuddled you into the couch, his head stuffed into the nape of his neck as his arms wrapped around and squeezed you like it was his last day on Earth.

"Wanna... w-wanna stay like this forever...!" He mused, and you could feel the giant smile on his face. Your shoulder felt wet. You couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears, or drool.

He nuzzled you. "I love you s-so much, Y/n! Nnh, it's like I can't even handle it! I feel like I'm melting!"

He had to be absolutely gone. He barely moved, aside from his hips rolling softly in time with yours. Your head was steadily clearing up, though not fully, and you wondered if he was actually just going to stay like this.

"Rui..."

"Hm? Do you want me to start moving?"

After a moment, you nodded shyly.

"Ehehe, okay, my love." He got up, leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead, then curled his fingers into your skin as he pulled back. The friction made his eyes roll, his legs weak, his head foggy, but he couldn't even find it in him to hesitate.

When he plunged back in, you yelped, sobbing out moans. Fuck, you were going to cum. You wondered how, but... he just had to be that deep. You could barely control yourself.

He moaned in time with you, sounding blissful enough to have stars in his eyes. "This is my new favorite thing- this is my new hobby...!" He breathed out excitedly. "I feel so good! And my Y/n gets to feel good too! Ooh, I'm so happy!"

"Rui!" You squeaked out before he plunged in again. You seriously felt like you were about to burst. All the sensations were dizzying. Sure enough, with one last deep thrust from Rui, you were clinging to him with all your strength, crying out in the strongest orgasm of your life.

Rui knew this meant something. He didn't know exactly what, but... it probably meant you were about to be done. He wasn't ready to be done. As you shuddered in his arms, he picked up the pace a little, listening to how your moaning turned into panicked babbles of pleasure. The delicious friction of his cock inside you soon bacme too much for him. He felt that exploding sensation hit him like a train, a loud moan throwing itself out of his lungs. He felt something leave him, coating your insides, and it felt amazing.

He collapsed soon after, barely able to keep his eyes open. He could feel his consciousness fading. He leaned up shakily, his hand finding your cheek as he pressed a weak kiss to your cheek. Then everything went black.

...

"Rui?"

[darkdemeter]

I had a silly thought but can you imagine if Strife got himself a partner and, Strife being Strife, cannot introduce them in a normal way to anyone

Death: ...

Strife, holding his S/O under the arms, directly infront of Death: This one likes me

S/O: We're dating, is what he means

Death: ...

Death: Looks at S/O, then Strife, S/O, Strife, then S/O again

Death: I don't believe you.

S/O: I know, however did I get so lucky?

Also

War: I... have to ask, what do you see in him?

S/O: He makes me laugh.

War: Is that all?

S/O: No, but you really don't want me to go into details, we'd be here all day.

Ehehehehe yes! he's so adorable and goofy for this!!

He's holding S/O like they're a chihuahua to show off to his siblings. He's so proud of snagging them~

But straight up, fucking own and flex that relationship claim. Don't give them a single reason to doubt.

And oh, War... ah hah ha ha~ that list is too long and detailed...

[mah-t-wordblog]

Could you make a tickling fic of Miraculous Ladybug in which all of Marc and Nathaniel's friends tickle them because they think they are depressed because they don't know what to do since he has an artist and writer block????

Ofc!!!!! I only put Marinette and Alix because I think they are the most important friends for both of them (and because I'm horrible at writing fics with a lot of characters hehe) I hope you like it!

Alix's anti-writer’s block technique

Lee: Marc Anciel, Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Ler: Marinette Dupain-cheng, Alix Kubdel

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Ships: Marc x Nath

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down 

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Marc and Nath were in the art class trying to produce a new chapter for the story they were both producing

However, both of them, at the same time, were having a horrible criative block

They just stared at each other without being able to create anything

“Damn, we need to move this part of the story forward, Marc” Nath said, while randomly drawing shapes on a piece of paper

“I know, but neither of us can do it”

They both sighed, Marc hit his head on the table a little too hard, which ended up catching the attention of Marinette, who was sitting on the table behind them

“Marc? Nath? Is everything okay?” She walked towards them

“Yes” Nath replied

“No” Marc contradicted

“I don’t understand, what’s going on?”

“I already understand” Alix appeared behind Marinette, she was doing graffiti on the wall and decided to pay attention to the conversation “writer’s block huh?”

The two boys let out an affirmative grunt

“It’s simple, Mari, if Nath doesn’t draw, Marc doesn’t write, and if Marc doesn’t write, Nath doesn’t draw, get it?”

“Ah… this is horrible!”

“It’ll pass” Marc picked up a pencil and started randomly scratching on a piece of paper

“It’ll never pass” Nathaniel lay down on the table again

“Stop being so dramatic, Nath!” Marinette exclaimed

Alix observed the situation and grabbed Marinette to the corner, so that the two could not hear her

“Mari, I know what to do to help them”

“Really? That's great Alix” she smiled

Alix smiled too, but with a smile with a greater touch of evil

“Let me show you an infallible technique”

The short girl walked to Nathaniel, who didn't even turn his head to look at her

“Nath~”

“Huh?” He let out a grunt

“Be careful~ because the tickle monster is here~”

Nathaniel's eyes widened when Alix dug her fingers into his ribs from behind, he tried to get up but the girl pushed him down again

“Gehehehehet ohohohohohof!”

Marc was already blushing, he saw Marinette approaching him and didn't try to stop what he knew was going to happen

“Mari- no! NahahahaAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I liked your technique, Alix!”

“It’s Alix’s anti-writer’s block technique, Nath loves it, right?”

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup” the redhead blushed, he saw naughty hands getting closer to his knees

“Better not be so rude to me, I know your weak points”

“NAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOF, AHAHAHAHAHALIHIHIHIHIHIX”

“Oops” she laughed

Marinette was poking Marc’s ribs, the boy wouldn’t stop moving from side to side, he didn’t want to get away, but his body wanted

“Where is your weak spot, Marc?” The girl moved her hands up a little more until she reached his armpits, making Marc choke “oh, I found it?”

“Ehehehehe-AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHAHAHASE” he grabbed her hands

“Don’t you think they’re already too tired?” Marinette asked

Alix was so focused on simply destroying Nath that she didn't notice the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes

"Argh, okay... but you two should know that it's only because she asked, if it were up to me you could handle it a lot more" she crossed her arms and smiled at Nathaniel, who looked at her and blushed

"I'm sorry, did I go too far Marc?" Marinette asked, placing a hand on his shoulder

“No… no… it’s okay, I’m just too ti- sensitive” Marc smiled awkwardly

“Oh” Marinette smiled “that’s good then, I’m glad we helped you guys feel better”

“Thanks”

“Thanks, whatever” Nath crossed his arms

“Hmmm, Nath, I think I have an idea” Marc grabbed a pencil and a blank sheet

“I think I do too, rainbow” the redhead smiled “what if…”

“Let the two of them talk now, Mari, they’re cool again” Alix and Marinette left them to think alone

“Do you do that, like, constantly?”

“I think whenever they need to” the short girl laughed

“They’re cute together huh” the other smiled

“Yeah… that’s true” Alix smiled too, grabbing her red spray “They’re really cute”

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Thanks for reading! 💛💛

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Oh boy, I've turned into a fanfic gremlin again... Enjoy! (This is just a headcannon, but I felt like writing it anyway)

It was dark in the hotel as a familiar little cyclops as scrubbing the windows clean, her red and yellow eye scowling annoyingly at the dust that didn't seem to go away. "Why are there so many of you?!" She growled before laughing maniacally. "I'll scrub every last one of you. You've met your end, you stupid mess!"

Though the more she scrubbed, the more dust appeared but also the more her vision began to blur. "Uh Niffty, are you ok? You've been scrubbing that spot for the last hour..." A voice spoke as the small cyclops turned to look at its owner. "Oh my gosh!" The owner was Charlie as the princess gasped.

Niffty swayed a bit but was caught by those gentle hands. "Meeh.. The dust won't go away!" She whimpered, pointing to a clearly very clean window. Next thing she knew she was being lifted up into the taller woman's arms, a hand coming under her red hair.

"You overworked yourself, Niff, see you're running a fever." Charlie stated with concern as Niffty was indeed running a high fever.

The smaller cyclops squirmed but couldn't get out of those arms. She pouted and grumbled. Usually, she'd be able to zip out of anyone's grip, scurrying around like a cockroach, but right now, she felt so tired and weak. Niffty hears those feet move as she grumbled, accepting the help reluctantly. Usually, it was the Alastor she was the most comfortable with, but now here she was in Charlie's arms, the princess taking her to her room.

"Uh Char? Why are ya carrying Niffty?" Another voice spoke as Niffty had her eye closed. "I'm taking her to her room Vaggie, she's sick and needs rest." Charlie responded to the owner.

Niffty made a small 'mrrr?' noise feeling a hand stroke her head. "You two look like parents with the little monster." She knew that voice, it was the other demon in Alastor's contract, Husk. He sounded grumpy as always. "Was lookin' for Niff anyways, though it can wait."

Vaggie rolled her eye at Husk but didn't seem to mind the comment. "So where does this one sleep? I've never been to her room so I don't know. Do you Husk?"

"Nope, I know better than to poke my nose into that little monster's room. Try Alastor he might know." The grumpy cat man took a swig of his booze and left.

Charlie looked down at the small cyclops in her arms. "Well shit, Alastor is out today.." The demoness sighed but blinked, feeling Niffty nuzzle her a bit like a cat.

It was a feverish haze, but Niffty couldn't help herself. She felt like she was once again in her mother's arms, being cradled like when she was a child. "Haha..." (Mama) She mumbled nuzzling closer.

Charlie blinked, tilting her head, Vaggie also looked confused. "Uh, she's normally weird but, but affectionate? Now I feel like I'm seeing things." The grey demoness scratched her head.

However Niffty started to squirm, she jumped out of Charlie's arms. "Nyah! I must clean!" She seemed to be back to her normal self and scurried off.

"The fuck...?" Both women spoke staring as Niffty zipped out of sight.

Angel Dust had seen the entire thing and rubbed his chin. He soon followed the cyclops, who was seen stabbing a roach. "Niff, um, how are ya?" The spider demon asked as Niffty looked over, seeming as chipper as ever. "You uh we're bein carried an all so I was curious see?"

"Oh that was nothing, nope ehehehehe." She giggled though she tripped on the carpet. "Yay pain!" She squeed.

Angel looked unconvinced and picked her up. "C'mere you little twerp." He managed to scoop her up and felt her forehead with one of his free hands. "Ah ha, yer sick and yer tryin ta hide it again." He scolded as Niffty whined. "Alrite yer comin' with me ok?"

Niffty blinked as the next thing she knew Angel was making her some chicken noodle soup in the kitchen. She looked at him curiously. "What are you doing?"

"Makin ya some soup, it'll help make ya feel better. Now take these and drink this." Angel handed her a glass of water with some medicine. Niffty did as asked as she grumbled at the bitterness. "Good girl." The spider smiled a bit and got a bowl of soup for Niffty.

The Cyclops was just confused. Usually, she was the one cooking, but also, it was a man, if you could call Angel that was cooking for her. She sipped the hot soup enjoying the burning pain it gave her tongue as she downed it in one go. "Heheheh burning pain, can I go clean now?" She flashed Angel an innocent grin.

"Nope. Yer gonna do sometin else alrite? How about we go to my room and you can snuggle my baby boy Fat Nuggets. I know ya like cute tings and my little piggy is the cutest there is." Angel stated as Niffty looked at him with a grumble."Katte ni shite yo. " ( do what you want.).

He was stopping her from working, but the thought of snuggling a cute piglet was too good to pass up. She then nodded to him as the spider twink picked her up again.

Once in his room, Angel called over his beloved piglet. The demon piggy scurried over to his owner's call. "Kawaii!!!" The cyclops cooed and hugged the piggy. Angel chuckled as the trio curled up on his giant pink fluffy bed and watched an action movie.

Niffty was grinning at the hot bad boys watching them drive their fast cars and kicking ass. She also had Fat Nuggets in her lap while leaning against the fluffy spider demon behind her.

It felt weird at first being in the hotel with mostly women but it had slowly become like a second home, her new found friends appreciated her for the work she did and didn't boo when she did her little cockroach shows for them. She continued to grin bouncing up and down happily but slowly her fever took its hold and lulled her into a soft sleep, as she soon laid against Angel Dust. "Ani-san..." That phrase rolled off her tongue naturally as she nuzzled into the twink's chest fluff.

(Here you go, folks! I was reading up on some of the characters and figured why not give sick/ overworked Niffty a try. She's a giant ass psychotic weirdo, and we love her for it.)

[webslingingslasher]

when frat!peter says ‘my baby’… i just about combust. i comBUST!!!!! pls im his baby im hisssssss his baby only his eheheheh literally butterflies -dude

he only breaks out baby when he's ultra soft and lovey.

and trouble loves it too, she will always ask him to say it and he just pretends she's crazy.

'please, trouble?'

'hmm, maybe. but only if you call me baby.'

'why would i do that?'

'cause i asked, and cause i love when you call me baby.'

'stop making things up, i don't call you that.'

'you're right, you say 'my baby' and that makes me all mushy.'

and peter can't say no to you, especially when you make him feel like he's doing something right.

'fine, will you please go with me, my baby?'

'ah! you did it!'

'did what? i don't know what you're talking about.'

[fisheito]

UNLOCKED SCORCHING SUN (sunburst fever) DANTE ! (Spoilers? Here is a short summary of my reactions):

-eiden i live for the cheesy things you say when you wanna bone someone. ehehehehe when the corny roleplay actually works too well🎶🎵

-oh um 😳 eiden getting himself off bygrinding against Dante's leg ahaha💦💦 ok uhhh 💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦

- THE CONFUSED SPUTTERING WHEN EIDEN GETS SUDDENLY BLUE BALLED🤣🤣

-oh shir dante lore drop

-oh SGIT DAnte is working even harder than i thought just to make an equal society like,, dude,, that is sO MUCH to take on YOU ARE ONLY A BABY. BUT YOU TRY TO FIX CENTURIES OF INJUSTICE 😭

-aawwww...... gentle.....🥹

-DAMMIT EIDEN STOP BRATTING FOR 60SECONDS AAHHHHHAJAJAhaha oihh ahhhh

-dante is like the Grinch he doesn't know what the dokidoki in his chest is (.it's his heart) but. He'll get it one day

- they're cute 😭 and funny 😭😭 and eiden's "why do *i* have to go" is so... PETULANT i love them they're bickering idiots 🥳

ah, correction*: why "THE HELL HAVE" i gotta go. to be fair, that is a mild reaction to dante suddenly cockblocking him from himself(?). yeah. selfish lover moment deserves at MINIMUM that amount of sass 🤣