dream-route-immigration

[moonstruckme]

Hi I just discovered your blog and i’m obsessed with your writing, like the talent?? unmatched.

Could you do a longer fic about doctor remus and reader? Maybe he is graduating from med school and reader is so excited and proud of him and being insistent on taking a million pictures of him in his graduation gown? Or reader is pregnant and he is total helicopter parent, making sure he is up to date on everything and knows all the proper procedures for keeping their baby safe?

Or honestly anything!! I love your writing :)

Thank you sooooo much

Hi lovely! I realize you asked for a longer fic and this is not that, but thank you for the idea and I hope you like it anyway :)

med student!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 434 words

“Dove.” Remus sounds exasperated, but he’s smiling. “That’s enough.” 

“Just a few more,” you negotiate. You’re standing outside the venue of your boyfriend’s graduation ceremony, forcing him to pose in front of a fountain. “Throw your cap in the air!” 

“I’m not doing that.” 

“C’mon, be a sport,” James urges him. 

“I think, traditionally, you’re not supposed to do that until after the ceremony.” 

“Oh, traditionally,” Sirius drawls. “He goes and gets a fancy degree, and now he’s all about convention and decorum. What a tosser.” 

Remus snickers, and Sirius grins. “There, do it, do it!” 

You snap as many pictures as you can get of Remus smiling, though he rolls his eyes once he realizes he’s fallen for a ploy. 

“Alright,” he argues, blushing. “You’ve already taken pictures at home, and again on the way here. How much storage can you possibly have left?” 

“Enough for pictures of you walking the stage,” you say. “We’ll need some after the ceremony, too.” 

Remus heaves a long-suffering, and you laugh. 

“It’s an occasion! We’re going to want pictures of you in your cap and gown.” 

He gives the large gown he’s wearing a distasteful glance. It’s more of a robe, really, with velvet trim and large, billowy sleeves. “I look like a pompous prick.” 

“Can’t argue with you there,” says Sirius. 

“Piss off.” 

“You look distinguished,” you say. “And handsome.” 

“He is handsome.” James reaches forward, pinching Remus’ cheek and giving it a little shake before his hand is knocked away. “He’s our handsome guy.” 

“Ooh.” Sirius points to some trees in front of the building. “That lighting looks nice. Maybe we should get a few there.” 

“No,” says Remus, at the same time as you clap your hands and say, “Perfect!”

He sighs again. “Fine. But those are the last ones. Then we go inside.” 

“Deal.” You take his hand, drawing him close as you walk towards the new spot. “Thanks for humoring us. We’re proud of you, you know?” 

“Thanks, dove.” He drops a kiss on your head, cheeks glowing pink. “I’m glad you—careful.” He catches you as the heel of your shoe gets caught in a crack in the pavement. “You’ll break your neck.” 

“He knows that sort of thing now,” you boast to Sirius and James. “He’s a doctor.” 

“Not until after the ceremony,” James teases. 

“Handsome, distinguished, and educated.” Sirius whistles. “You really snagged a good one, babe.” 

“You’re all ridiculous,” Remus mumbles embarrassedly. 

“I know,” you chirp as if he hasn’t spoken. You go up on your toes, pressing your lips to his cheekbone. “Sorry, boys, he’s all mine.”

[temporarywelcome]

Night Shift - Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You have done everything Spencer wanted for the Halloween season, now it's time for him to do what you want... which you both regret.

WARNINGS: swearing, brief suggestive implications (no smut)

A/N: today is the birthday of my pookie wookie James Patrick March so I won't sleep tonight writing a fic for him so look out for that!

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“Why the hell are we doing this?”

She grinned in response, eyes on the road as she drove, “You got to choose all the fun Halloween activities, now it’s my turn,”

Spencer sighed, leaning against the window as he looked outside, out into the dark streets of Virginia, “And you have to choose the most childish thing?”

“Actually,” she replied, “I think watching Charlie Brown Thanksgiving or whatever it’s called with zero children around is pretty childish,”

“It’s tradition!”

“Boooooring,” Y/N deadpanned, making him roll his eyes, “My ideas are more fun,”

“Two grown adults going to a graveyard in the middle of the night looking for ghosts? Fun? Ghosts don’t exist, Y/N. You know, there’s actually a lot of explanations as to why people think they see ghosts. There are psychological reasons such as pareidolia, and cognitive and confirmation bias. You could even think of the neurological explanations like-”

Y/N zoned out, nodding her head as her boyfriend spoke. She didn’t understand what he was saying half of the time, but she hated how so many people just shut him up. And so she forced herself back to listening to him and his yapping. “You’re so cute,” she said after a while, pinching his cheek, “My favorite yapper,” 

“Don’t interrupt me,” he grumbled, swatting her hand away. He went straight back to his blabbering and she just smiled. She was happy he was comfortable enough with her to call her out. Most people just cut him off and he would let it slide, not wanting to be a bother. But when it came to her… he could get cranky. 

Y/N laughed, pinching his cheek again, “We’re here anyway. C’mon,” 

Rolling his eyes, Spencer followed her out to the back of the car. She opened up the trunk, revealing the overabundance of “supplies” she gathered for this activity: flashlights, night goggles, crosses, even some small vials of holy water?

“You came prepared,” he mused, picking up a cross with a laugh. She knew he wasn’t religious in the slightest, and she herself wasn’t either, until ghosts were involved. 

“Don’t worry, I brought religious symbols from other religions as well,” she said, opening up another duffel bag, “We’re safe,”

“I feel so protected,” he said sarcastically, resting his head on her shoulder as she organized her materials. 

“Shut,” Y/N grunted, snapping the night vision goggles into place, “Oh hell yeah. We’re the real deal,”

“Do I have to put that on?”

“Yes,” she slipped the goggles onto his head, patting his hair, “Look at you. Ghost hunter in the making.”

“I probably look so stupid,”

“Nooooo,” she took out her little digital camera and snapped a photo of them together, “We look like hot, sexy, ghost hunters,”

Spencer gave her a look, “You’re insane,” 

“I love you too, babe,” she handed him a flashlight, for in case the goggles went out. She then handed him a camera, “We’re gonna catch some ghosts,”

“This is so embarrassing,” he groaned, allowing her to take his hand and drag him through the gate and into the cemetery. He was already looking around, on high alert.

“I like the spirit! Get it? Spirit?” Y/N snickered proudly.

“I’m not searching for ghosts, dummy, I’m searching for living humans that might lose their shit when they see us,” Spencer replied, “And that joke was terrible,”

“As if you could do better,” she huffed, turning on her camera and beginning to record. The cemetery was silent except for the rustle of leaves in the wind and their steps on the grass. 

After a few minutes, Spencer was already bored, “I don’t think we’re going to find any ghosts,”

“Shut,” Y/N took a deep breath, “If there are any spirits with us, please make yourselves known,”

“Y/N, you’re talking to yourself,”

“No, I’m not. I’m talking to the spirits,”

“There are no spirits,” 

“There so are,”

Spencer sighed, gazing around the cemetery in boredom, “Did you know that in the Arlington National Cemetery, about thirty funerals are conducted in a single day alone?”

“I did not,” Y/N replied, “Morbid. Fits the mood. However, I don’t even know where that place is,”

“Babe, we’re in it right now,”

“Oh,” 

“We’re in the largest cemetery in the United States,”

“Hell yeah, there’s gotta be ghosts here then,” Y/N grinned, “Turn your camera on,”

Spencer did as told, not bothering to argue with her. He watched as she continued to call for spirits, hands in the air dramatically. “Babe, all the camera is capturing is you being a fool,”

“When we catch a ghost on camera, we’ll see who the fool is,” Y/N looked at the graves, “There’s so many of them…”

“Lot of fallen soldiers,” Spencer agreed.

“...what?”

“Fallen soldiers,” he repeated, “These graves are for fallen soldiers, veterans, prisoners of war-”

“Holy shit, I feel like such an asshole.” 

“Mhm,” 

She glared at him, “Let’s get out of here,” Spencer shrugged, slipping his hand into hers as they began walking back towards the gate. “Can’t believe you let me waltz into a veteran memorial in search of ghosts,”

“I thought you at least knew where the hell you were,”

“No, I just looked up cemetery on Google and followed the GPS toward the nearest one, I didn’t even pay attention to the name,”

“Of course you didn’t,” he suddenly stopped in his tracks, Y/N skidding to a stop next to him.

“What is it- oh,” she saw the hooded figure as it disappeared in the shadows. Hooded figure. Disappearing into the shadows.

Hell no.

“What the hell was that,” Spencer said. It didn’t even sound like a question. “You saw that too, right?”

“Right,” her grip on his hand tightened, “C’mon,” she was ready to fucking go.

“I swear if a security guard catches an FBI agent ghost hunting with his girlfriend, I’m going to throw up,” Spencer said in worry, grip on her hand tightening as well. He continued to nervously look around, expecting a security guard to jump out and arrest them both.

“I’m less worried about security guards, more worried about demons,” Y/N whispered the last word, eyes widened almost comically. 

“How could you be more worried about what doesn’t even exist?”

“Just because you haven’t seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist!”

“But there is no factual evidence to support their existence,”

They bickered on for a few minutes, until they heard the snap of a twigs. Spencer jumped, arms immediately going around her in fear, “Shit shit shit shit-”

“Shh!” Y/N pulled out a crucifix, waving it around wildly, “I’ll protect you!”

“With a freaking piece of wood?! Y/N, put that down!”  Spencer groaned, now more annoyed than scared. 

“I'm prepared,” she then pulled out some amulet with a hand symbol on it, waving the object around. 

Spencer rolled his eyes, no longer scared, “If ghosts were actually real I'm sure you'd be the reason we would die,”

“At least you're not scared anymore,”

“Because I'm flabbergasted,”

Another twig snapped and she raised the amulet again, “Show yourself, spirit!”

“I'm going to the car,” he deadpanned, until he saw it again. The shadowy figure. He squeaked, on instinct snatching the crucifix from her belt and pointing out, “Shit shit shit shit,”

“They're back is turned,” Y/N realized, “It doesn't see us… what is it doing?”

The dark figure was doing something, but it was too far for them to see. Y/N stepped closer and Spencer immediately gripped her wrist, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Investigating?” She stated the obvious.

“Okay but what if it's one of those demon devils you're so afraid of?”

She paused, biting her lip, “but I wanna know,”

“I swear if this shit was real you'd get us both killed- HOLY SHIT-” as soon as Spencer turned his head from her to the figure, it was right in front of him.

Well, he. An older white man with unsettling blue eyes and thinning salt and pepper hair, smile lines forming on his cheeks, grimace on his lips. 

Spencer and Y/N screamed. 

“You little shits!” The man barked out, “Get the hell out of here before I have you arrested-”

They were gone. They did not need to be told twice.

“I hate you!” Spencer hissed at his girlfriend as they sprinted out of the cemetery.

“We can have angry sex later, babe,” she replied dryly, pissing him off even more, “Missionary, so we could keep arguing,”

Spencer dived into the passenger seat of the car, “You're disgusting NOW DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!”

“Shit, I'm going I'm going!” She exclaimed in response, starting the engine. She sped off, getting a glance at the pissed off look on his face, “Oh the angry sex is gonna be crazy,”

_____

Later that night, after that crazy fucking angry sex, Y/N let out a tired yawn, turning on the TV. Spencer was passed out next to her, so she kept the volume low as she flicked through the channels. 

She stopped on a random news station, leaning against the headboard and lazily bringing an arm around him as she watched the news story. 

Armed grave robber arrested at Arlington National Cemetery. That was the headline.

“Holy shit!” Y/N exclaimed, causing Spencer to snap up in alarm.

“What?! What happened?!” he said in worry, starting to scramble out of bed.

“Look!” she pointed at the news report, which was showing the mug shot of a familiar grumpy-looking older man.

“The guy from the cemetery…?” Spencer sunk down against the pillows, brows furrowed as he watched the screen, “He wasn’t a security guard?”

“I mean, he wasn’t dressed like one. We were just so panicked we didn’t even think about it.” 

“I suppose,” he started biting his nails in nervousness, “I swear if we get caught…”

“More angry sex?” she proposed. He glared at her. “Or not…”

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 19: "Stalking"

Summary: After traveling to Natlan to inspect the situation for himself, Pierro finds himself sidetracked and watching a cute local farmer.

Warning(s): Light stalking, Masturbation, Pierro being a shy old man (until he's not), Wholesome smut ngl, Dry-humping,

Side Note(s): I wanted to avoid this accidentally being a yandere-esque fic and more of a "too shy to talk to crush" type of fic.

Also with how much I write Genshin atp, I might as well get back to drawing my favs ngl.

Pierro's visit to Natlan was simple.

He wished to assess the situation himself after hearing the news of what happened, especially seeing as Capitano wasn't back yet nor had he reported anything regarding the Pyro Gnosis and whether it was taken or not!

However...he accidentally got sidetracked.

By you of all people, a simple farmer a part of a village that lived next to a lake teeming with Koholasauri. Beauty aside, the way you smiled so brightly as you did your work was...mesmerizing to him, a light that appeared way brighter than the very sun itself. And he wanted more of it, but, as a harbinger. The last thing he'd wish to present is the fact that he may have had a weakness.

So, he decided that he was better off watching from afar.

And you noticed almost immediately. After all, how frequently did Fatui soldiers have to patrol the area? There was nothing interesting about your village!

And every single time, there was a tall and imposing figure leading the charge. Most of the time, the patrol would simply pass by and other times? They'd go into the village, here and there, soldiers would look around and other times? They'd request to buy certain things that people were selling but...always, their leader stuck to the back as he watched his soldiers mingle with the small population. And each time you turned your head away, you'd immediately feel eyes on you.

It was driving you crazy, there was no good about being in the line of sight of a harbinger! And what's worse? You didn't have a vision to at least comfort you in the idea that you could simply waltz up to him and demand why he was constantly patrolling the village, why it seemed like his eyes were on you at every turn!

But one day, you finally worked up the nerve.

. . .

"Why are you watching me?" It sounded ridiculous when it came out of your mouth, despite the many days prior you prepped yourself for asking the question.

The harbinger's head tilted at the question. "Watching you?" His gruff voice made you cower a little, the mere act of him crossing his arms over his chest making you step back a little as you were quickly regretting your decision to confront him. "Yes," You finally answered. "You and your soldiers...if you're looking for someone, for something. We don't have it, we're a fishing village. There's nothing special about us!"

"I disagree." He said before he slowly looked off to the side.

Were his- were his ears beginning to turn pink?

"You're interesting, I...was trying to get to know you better." He said.

Your jaw dropped a little at the light confession. Out of all the people in the village, a...harbinger was interested in you? Although you weren't ugly in the slightest, you didn't think that you were capable of attracting the eyes of a harbinger, especially one that looked as important as the older man who stood before you. "If I have disgusted or offended you, please tell me—"

"N-No!" You stuttered. "It's not that, it's unexpected. But...not unwelcomed." As Pierro's head swiftly turned back to you, both of your faces grew redder and redder in unison as the tension in the air steadily grew. After weeks of pining for you, afraid that he'd never work up enough courage to actually talk to you. You talked to him, and it went so much better than he expected.

He felt like celebrating.

"Will you...show me around your village?" Pierro then asked after a few minutes of silence.

You shyly nodded your head before smiling up at the older man. "There's a beautiful cave nearby, I think...I think you'll like it."

. . .

"So pretty..." Pierro seemed to whisper almost as if he were in reverence of you as you were currently pressed up against a wall within the cave you both had decided to travel into. In truth though, you simply wanted a more private place to...play with the harbinger after his recent confession, you didn't even want to think about the rumors that would spread around the village if you were to invite him into your home!

"I—I didn't know that a harbinger could be so nice." You giggled as you rubbed your ass against the prominent bulge within Pierro's pants. His hands tightened around your waist at the feeling of your soft ass teasingly moving up and down, and side to side. The harbinger's mouth watered at the delectable display you were giving him, the combined addition of you looking over your shoulder as soft moans left your lips making his already obvious blush deepen even more.

"Such a little minx..." He hissed, a shaky moan of his own slipping from his lips as he relished in the feeling you provided him, beginning to grind and rub his hard-on against your ass. But, it was seldom enough, the friction of his cock moving against the front of his pants in a desperate attempt to reach you was maddening. So much so that he just had to pull down your skirt while his other hand began to fumble with his pants, tugging them down almost too eagerly before his cock slapped against his stomach.

You would've gulped nervously at the sight if you were so eager to him inside you weeping cunt. "W-Well?" You stuttered. You wiggled your hips, hoping to entice the older man to plunge himself in you finally rather than stare at you as if you were a goddess. "Do something—"

He ignored you as he slipped his throbbing cock between your thighs, the slick that ran between your thighs making it easier for him. "When we're on a bed." Pierro groaned as he leaned some of his weight onto your back, slithering a hand down to your neglected clit to gently begin circles into it as his hips began to move. Pierro could feel your cunt dripping more of your slick onto his cock as he rocked into your thighs, the plush doughy feeling of your skin making sinful noises leave his lips as he praised your softness. "S-So cute," He whispered. "Had I known that you were this soft..." His words got choked up in his throat when you suddenly squeezed your thighs a little tighter, teasing giggles escaping alongside your quieted whines and moans. "...I-I would've talked to you sooner." He finally managed to continue.

Your stomach clenched at the way his cock slid against your pussy, the stimulation plus the quick movements of his finger against your clit making you ball your hands into fists, your moans turning into needy pants where every breath felt like pleasurable electricity was being shocked into your system.

Pierro made sure to keep an eye on you, although the location was less than ideal of where he wanted to have you for the first time. He'd make do, besides, it was more than enjoyable for him with the way your eyes were beginning to glaze over. Your jaw slacked and forming into a gorgeous 'o' shape as you quietly whispered his name like a prayer. "P-Pierro..." You moaned.

"You're drenching me, pretty." The older man chuckled against your ear. "It's adorable." He said.

You swallowed hard, your face getting hotter at his lewd words. Your mouth opened to retort before your mouth formed into a straight line at how his cock began to tease your entrance, prodding at your sex as if he were playfully pressing a button before going back to his task of fucking your thighs. Each prod left your knees buckling, your mind getting foggier and foggier as you wanted to beg him to fuck you properly rather than tease you!

"Please..." You begged.

Pierro smirked at your desperate pleas. "Please?" He said as if he hadn't a single clue of what you were talking about. "Please what?"

"Please—" Your words were stolen from you when he prodded at your sex once again, this time, it seemed like he was almost going to slip into you before he chuckled sadistically as he resumed fucking your thighs. "Y-You sadist!"

"Don't complain, let me enjoy your body a little. I'm making up for loss time." He said before his thrusts steadily began to speed up along with his ministrations on your clit. Your nails threatened to cut into your palms as you squeezed your fists even tighter, the ever-tightening knot in your stomach making your knees buckle and your vision spin as you braced yourself for your orgasm. "Fuck...!" You whined. "C-Close..."

"Me too..." The harbinger groaned as his pace began to stutter, his fingers leaving your clit to begin fucking into your needy pussy, curling his knuckles in order to hit your g-spot and effortlessly push you over the edge. Your eyes screwed shut before your mouth fell open into a silent scream, your legs shaking from the force of your climax before you heard Pierro hiss out a curse from behind you before you felt a warmth trickle down your thigh and to your leg.

Pierro took your chin into his hand before he gently turned your face so that he could kiss you deeply on the lips, the softness of your lips enhancing that feeling of bliss that he was already on. He found you absolutely adorable in this moment, and when he slowly parted his lips from your own, that feeling only increased.

"Oh yes," He murmured. "We'll have to continue this in your home." He said with a firm certainty.

After all, a mere romp against the wall of a cave wasn't even close to being enough when it came to him wanting to express how he felt about you.

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 25- “new discovery”

word count: 1,729 words

i think this actually started as a prompt for tickletober 2020 (lmfAooooo) so i’m glad i could finish it now!!

Janus sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in as many minutes. He’d been a having a moral conundrum, and he’d only recently figured out how to go about solving it. Or, well, hopefully solving it. Maybe the solution he’d come up with would make everything worse instead. That’s always a possibility.

As if he could read Janus’ mind, Janus’ phone buzzed with another text from Patton. He stole a quick glance at the kitchen doorway before tapping the screen.

Patton: Have U told him yet???

Janus: u know he doesn’t wake up before noon

Patton: LOL!

Patton: Well, Jan The Man, whatever happens, I got UR back!

Patton: high_five.gif

Patton: fist_bump.gif

Patton: puppy_saying_yeah.gif

Janus: ,,,,, thank u patton

Janus sighed yet again-- but this time his sigh was followed by a matching yawn from behind him.

He slammed his phone down on the table and whirled around. “Good morning!” Fuck, he was never that positive. He had to dial it back. “You look like shit.” Well. That’s one way of doing it.

Luckily, Virgil either didn’t notice or didn’t care to comment on Janus’ jumpy behavior-- he yawned again and made a beeline for the coffee pot, where Janus had graciously prepared another pot just in time for Virgil’s late rise.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he muttered as he poured his coffee. “Talk or shut your brain up.”

Janus snorted. Well, if Virgil didn’t care about being indelicate, then Janus sure wouldn’t.

“I found your blog.”

Virgil sighed, not looking up as his scooped a copious amount of sugar into the mug. “Yes, I remember, I got drunk enough to show my 2013 era Tumblr to Roman, and he got drunk enough to send it to the group chat. Cool reminder.”

“Not that one-- although your Superwholock fic was surprisingly well written,” Janus said. “I found... another blog. Of yours.”

“My anime blog?” Virgil asked. “Don’t you already follow that one?”

“Another blog,” Janus hissed. “A blog you haven’t told us about.”

With his mug only an inch away from hid mouth, Virgil froze.

It was enough to tell Janus everything he needed to know.

“I don’t have any other blogs,” Virgil said, quickly bringing the mug up to his face and taking a sip.

“Virgil. Please don’t insult me by lying so boldly in my face.”

“Who’s lying?” he replied. “Not me. I’m standing up, not lying... down, that is-- oh, dad joke, ha! Speaking of which I think I’m supposed to be meeting Patton for, uh, brunch, right now--”

He darted out of the room, nearly sloshing his coffee in his haste. Janus heard his bedroom door slam shut, and he sighed.

Well, he wasn’t going to sit around and let Virgil stew in his own nerves. He got up from the table and moved to the hallway, coming to a stop right in front of Virgil’s bedroom door. He heard no movement coming from inside, so he figured Virgil was probably frozen in panic as he thought about what Janus had said.

“I’m not going to make fun of you,” Janus said bluntly through the door. “Or tell anyone. Patton knows I had something important to tell you, but I made absolutely no references to having found a secret of yours at all. It’s just me.”

He knew that still probably wasn’t overly comforting-- Janus was, admittedly, crafty and manipulative, and he often used information as leverage to get what he wanted. But given how genuinely upset Virgil seemed to be at the mere idea that his secret blog had been found out, Janus wanted to prove that he really wasn’t going to tell anyone. And unfortunately, he knew exactly what he had to do to prove it.

“A secret for a secret, an eye for an eye,” he continued, steeling his nerves. “Because, honestly, you... aren’t the only person in this household with... that specific kind of... interest.”

Again, he heard no noise, but Janus could picture the way Virgil’s face probably shifted from blind panic to slight confusion. Janus sighed.

“How do you think I found your tickle blog in the first place?” he asked drily.

Janus ignored the urge to cringe as he said the word aloud-- this conversation was not about his embarrassing secret interests, thank you, it was about Virgil’s. He didn’t have the chance to ponder on that further, because suddenly the door clicked open in front of him, as if Virgil had opened it and hurried away.

He stepped in, and there was Virgil on his bed, lying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow.

“You can block me if you want,” Janus said, moving to perch on the edge of the mattress. “Just let me type in my URL so you don’t see it.”

“How much did you see?” Virgil asked instead, voice muffled and defeated.

“About ten posts,” Janus said. “And no, you didn’t accidentally doxx yourself in any way. I’m just extremely clever.”

Virgil didn’t respond. At least he didn’t seem to be actively panicking, just humiliated. Janus himself was starting to feel a bit warm; he’d seen some... rather interesting posts before he’d realized whose blog he was looking at. Apparently he and Virgil had more in common than he’d realized.

“Virgil, I’m not going to bullshit you,” he said quickly, before his nerve was lost. “This sucks, and if it’d happened to me I’d break your computer in half, so I can imagine how you are feeling right now. But the fact of the matter is that we are both switches and we are home alone, and if you consent I would very much like to tickle you right now.”

Finally Virgil whipped around, eyes catching Janus’ with a wild look.

“What?” he squawked, voice cracking.

“Or you tickle me,” Janus said. “I’m really not picky.”

“This-- this is-- Janus.”

“Virgil,” Janus said firmly. “Take your pick, lee or ler?”

“I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” Virgil hissed. Janus could practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“I’m trying to avoid an outcome like that,” Janus said through gritted teeth. “By being disgustingly open about what I want, in the hopes that we can bypass the anxiety and awkwardness and humiiation by treating this all as if it’s perfectly normal.”

Silence hung over the room for a moment as Virgil took in the words. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the blanket.

“I don’t know...”

Janus leaned in to catch Virgil’s mumble. Okay, that’s not a complete no. He could work with that.

“What don’t you know?” he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

Virgil continued to fiddle for a few seconds before he spoke. “Like, right now...?”

“No time like the present,” Janus replied. “Of course, we can wait if you’re not comfortable right now. Then again, I wonder how it would feel to wait in this room knowing that I’m right across the hall, ready to tickle you.”

He smirked when Virgil’s eyes snapped up towards him, a blazing blush crowning his face. “Janus!”

“What? You know I’m right. I could leave this room right now, but all your little fantasies in your head about what I could do to you would feel so delightfully real-- it’d be like I was still here.”

Nothing came out of Virgil’s mouth but a strain of choked noises. Belatedly, he covered his face with his hands. “Come on--”

“I mean, I really didn’t look very far through your blog before. I still have so many questions about this little sensitivity of yours.”

Now Virgil shoved his face back into his pillow, probably with the goal of hiding the soft whines that were now coming out of his mouth. It didn’t work.

“But, of course,” Janus continued, “I can’t touch you until you agree. You won’t get one little tickle from me until I hear you say so out loud.”

Virgil went silent for so long Janus considered checking that he hadn’t suffocated, but finally a muffled mutter came from his pillow that sounded suspiciously like the word please.

“Hm?” Janus said, because despite everything he wasn’t going to be too nice to Virgil. “I couldn’t quite catch that. You’ll have to speak up.”

More muttering, this time sounding closer to cursing, came from the pillow. Janus enjoyed drawing things out as much as the next ler, but he was getting pretty antsy. How to draw Virgil out?

Suddenly his mind flashed with a post he’d remembered seeing; a post that had also been reblogged by Virgil, with a few choice tags that made him think this could be a good idea.

“Virgil,” he asked softly. “How about you show me where you want to be tickled?”

And there it was; there was Virgil’s desperate squealing whine, his back arching just slightly, legs suddenly fidgeting behind him, and the tips of his ears burning red through his dark hair. Janus hit the nail on the head.

It only took a few more seconds for Virgil to roll over; his hands twitched, and he refused to look Janus in the face, but finally he managed to pull his t-shirt up over his stomach before shoving his face into his hands again.

Janus smirked. “I thought so.” He let one hand, gentle and wiggly, hover right above Virgil’s tummy. “When you want me to switch, I’ll just need you to pick another lovely little spot for me to tickle instead. One that’s just as ticklish, just so I know I’m getting a fair deal. You can do that, right?”

Virgil’s whine only last half a second this time, before it was replaced with a startled burst of frantic giggles as Janus began scratching all ten fingers around his sensitive tummy and sides. He curled up, and wiggled back and forth, and kicked his legs like there was no tomorrow, but his hands stayed over his eyes, his shirt stayed halfway up his torso, and he stayed right on the mattress under Janus’ lovely fingers.

“Oh, very good,” Janus cooed. His mind was already alight with all of the other posts he’d seen on Virgil’s blog, as well as things he’d found on his own that he was just so interested in trying. “You’re doing very well, Virgil. I think we’re going to have so much fun.”

[soaplickerrr]

Accidentally Coincidental

CHAPTER 10 (click pictures for better quality)

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a/n: updates will be slow, i'm working on a pretty long fic on my side blog.

pairing: Idol!Kim Seungmin x Fem!College Student! Reader

genre: contemporary romance

SMAU

synopsis: Y/N, a regular college student accidentally texts Seungmin, a star in the K-pop group Stray Kids while trying to text her Ex, Soonyoung to come pick up his things, leading to an unexpected connection that blossoms into a heartfelt romance.

ignore time stamps, dates (other than the ones mentioned during texting) and typos

THERES A WRITTEN PART, DO NOT JUST SCROLL THROUGH THE PICS!

WARNING: I think Seungmin took something this chapter, he's a littleeeeee too confident.

There you were, sitting across from Seungmin in the cozy café, genuinely hard to believe that this guy, who had teased you endlessly with texts, was now right here- smiling at you in that soft, playful way that had come to mean so much. His smile became infectious, a mix of mischief and warmth, with the wrinkle in the corners of his eyes and sparkle in his eyes to say he was as excited as you were.

“So,” he said, leaning in slightly over the table as he folded his hands together. “I have to admit- I wasn't exactly expecting you to go through with this whole meeting thing. Guess that makes you braver than I thought.”

You quirked a brow, smirking as you took a sip of your coffee. “Oh, please. You're the one who invited me here. Sounds to me like you're the one who wanted this all along.”

He chuckled low, adjusting his cap to look down for a moment, almost bashful. “Touché. I'll give you that one.” Then, in that so familiar teasing tone, he added, “But if I remember correctly, someone promised me a kiss once upon a time. Or did you forget?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you couldn't help laughing at his persistence. Even now, he had a way of bringing out a side of you that felt bold- a little daring if you will. “Oh, I remember. But maybe I'm still determining whether you've earned it or not.”

“Earned it?” he mocked, offended to the point of absurdity. “You have any idea how many hoops I had to jump through to get you this far? The least you could do is admit you're just a little smitten with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no concealing the tugging upward of the corners of your lips. “Wow, humble and overconfident. Impressive combination.”

He grinned, shrugging. “What can I say? It's one of my many charms.”

The banter flowed effortlessly- teasing exchanges that added an exhilarating energy to the air. As the evening wore on, you began noticing how the café was slowly emptying, leaving only the two of you in this dimly lit space. The soft hum of background music mixed with the soft glow of fairy lights, an almost surreal intimacy.

Seungmin's gaze softened as he looked at you, the warmness in that expression making your heart flutter. “So,” he murmured, his voice lower and almost hesitant, “do you think I've earned it yet?”

His question hung in the air, laced with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. For that one second, he wasn't the sarcastic guy who hid behind playful remarks. He was just Seungmin, waiting to see if you felt the same pull, the same unexplainable connection.

You felt your heart speed up as you shifted closer, your eyes locking onto his. “Maybe,” you murmured lowly, “but I'm still waiting for you to prove it.”

He held your gaze, “Fine. If that's the way you want it…”

Before you could answer, he leaned forward and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear; his fingers lingered no more than a second longer than the task required, but it was long enough to catch your breath. His eyes traced the curves of your face as if committing every detail to memory, every freckle, every line. The hardness in his expression had softened, an unspoken intensity that seemed to bleed the whole world to gray.

You needed to break this bubble that almost appeared to form around you. “It's getting a bit crowded in here, isn't it?” you said, glancing at the café that was suddenly nearly cleared out. “What about taking a walk?”

Seungmin chuckled; “I know a nice path not too far from here.”

You rose to your feet, and he did the same, some of the warmth from him clinging to you and wrapping you in the comfort of a woolen blanket. Out onto the streets from the café, the cool evening air nipped at your skin, invigorating and refreshing it. The streets were quiet, softly lit by streetlights, with a soft glow on the pavement.

While walking side by side, the subjects turned lighter: favorite movies, embarrassing childhood stories, and mutual dreams for the future. Every laugh, every playfully given nudge, felt like another step closer, a cementing of that bond initially fostered through your texts. You could feel the electricity in the air, that magnetic pull seeming to draw you closer together.

"Alright then, now that we're out here," Seungmin said, turning to you, "do you think I deserve that kiss?" You felt your heart go up at the question as a playful sparkle danced in his eyes, your tummy fluttering. "Maybe," you replied, tilting your head a little. "But I think you need to work a little harder."

Another step in, and the space between you was smaller. "What do you suggest?" he said, in a low teasing voice with just a hint of sincerity lacing his tone that caused your breath to quiver.

"Surprise me," you said, almost daring it.

He paused, his eyes probing yours, and then, not breaking his gaze, he leaned in closer, pulling his mask down, his breath warm against your skin. "Last chance to back out," he whispered, so soft you could hardly hear it over the night sounds.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Not a chance."

With that, his lips grazed yours tenderly at first, like testing the waters, as if he wanted to make sure you were still there, still with him. The world around you melted into nothing. When you didn't pull away, he deepened the kiss, his hand moving to cup the side of your face. It was a moment that seemed timeless, every heartbeat loud with the thrill of finally being this close.

You drew back, breathless, but he wouldn't let you get too far. His forehead against yours, he chuckled softly. "Well," he murmured, "I'd say that was worth the wait."

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Always have to get the last word, don't you?”

"Of course," he grinned, tugging you closer. "Now that I finally got you here, you think I'd let you off the hook that easily?”

You laughed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt that warmth, that sense of happiness. The connection between the two of you was palpable, electric. This was where you were meant to be, the start of something beautiful and uncharted.

You had shared that first kiss, and for a beat longer, you were still wrapped in Seungmin's embrace, the hum of the city soft around you, the warmth between you souring into something indescribable.

Finally, he drew back, pulling his mask over his face again, his throat clearing with a nervous smile. "So… what now? Another walk?" he stammered, with a gesture toward the quiet, tree-lined path beside the river. It was one of those places that seemed out of a picture postcard: streetlamps cast a soft, pale glow over the water, and the moon high above reflected off the surface in shimmering ripples.

"Lead the way," you said, smiling, as he fell into step beside you.

As you walked, the conversation drifted from light banter to something a little more meaningful. Seungmin asked you about your other interests and listened as you talked about your love for editing and the kind of stories you wanted to tell. The more you spoke, the more you noticed his focused attention, his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that coursed through you on waves of exhilaration and vulnerability.

"I gotta say," he interrupted at one moment, "it is pretty impressive, what you're doing. You know, not everyone has the guts to follow their passion that way."

You laughed, nudging him playfully. "Says the guy who's living out his dream on the screens in front of millions."

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Touché. But still, there's something different about being behind the scenes, making the magic happen."

You walked in comfortable silence for quite some time, sometimes brushing shoulders as you strolled along the riverbank, lulled by the sound of water lapping against the shore. City lights were bright, but here they felt so very far away as if this small bubble of quiet belonged only to the two of you.

You eventually sat down on a stone bench at a right angle to the river, for which the city skyline was waltzing on the water's surface.

"Hey," Seungmin said, pulling out his phone, “we've got to take a picture to remember this, right?”

Before you could protest, he'd already clamped an arm over your shoulder, pulling in close and snapping a quick photo. You couldn't help but burst out laughing as he insisted on more, experimenting with goofy faces and poses until he finally settled on one: both of you smiling, looking at each other instead of the camera, the river glinting behind you.

"That one's perfect," he said softly, studying the photo with a soft smile. "See? I told you I'd get a good one."

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at the way he looked at you. "Send it to me, then."

"Only if you promise I'll be getting more photos like this in the future." He said it lightly but there was a hopeful look in his eyes, as if he was already thinking about the next time.

"Deal," you said and felt a shy smile spread across your face. It was a weirdly momentous moment, you'd just promised something bigger.

As the night wore on, Seungmin kept the conversation light, slipping in more of that sarcastic charm that had drawn you to him in the first place. He'd nudge you playfully whenever you teased him, tugging you closer with every step. Finally, the two of you wandered back toward the bench, sitting close as you looked out over the river.

There was a sense of heat between you two, something electric and steady at the very same time. He reached out, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together. "You know," he murmured, voice low, "I didn't think finding you in person was going to feel this…right? Like it was always supposed to happen."

It left you speechless for a moment, your heart beating with frantic beats as your mind digested his words. "Me neither," you said softly, your eyes slipping to his hand in yours, the fact of what connected you hitting with lovely, unmistakable clarity.

When you looked up at him again, any sign of hardness in his eyes was gone, his gaze tracing along your face in that quiet way it had before. He quietly took off his mask and leaned into you again, his free hand delicately cupping the side of your face, his thumb stroking along your cheek as his lips found their place on yours in a kiss that was deeper, bolder this time filled with all the things words couldn't quite say.

After a few lingering moments, you finally pulled back, breathless, wearing a matching smile with him. "Guess that makes up for all the teasing," he whispered, his voice warm with amusement. You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe I'll let you get away with it…this time."

He smiled, tugging you back in once more as you stood there in silence, the world fading away until it was just the two of you.

~~

You couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home, replaying the night in your mind, each memory bringing back the warmth and excitement you’d felt. Just as you reached your door, your phone buzzed with a message from Seungmin.

With a smile, you set down your phone, the memories of the night keeping you warm as you drifted off to sleep.

~~

With a small smile, Seungmin closed the chat, his heart light as he lay back, replaying the night’s events and looking forward to the next time he’d see you.

I don't like this, like actually :,3

THE PICTURES LOOK SO WEIRD AND FUZZY THIS CHAPTER IDK WHY😭😭

Happy Halloween!!

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[anothersarcasticdolphin]

Daemon: So, dear nephew. We ought to have a _chat_, don't you think? *Drags Aemond off to _educate_ him*

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Aemond: *Holds up Blackfyre and the Aegon the Conqueror's crown* Sister. Majesty. I bring terrible tidings.

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Alicent: What do you mean you've found the king but lost Aemond? Should I expect you to lose my daughter next?

Criston Cole: *Looks dejected and mutters* I mean the whole city heard Vhagar leave ...

[a-most-beloved-fool]

There's a fic I've been (slowly) working on that features Kirk being just about the Only person on the ship who can read Spock's expressions, simply because he Likes Spock (not even romantically at first, he just sees Spock and goes, 'friend-shaped <3'.) and therefore pays attention, where he winds up being like. a Spock-interpreter for everyone else. (Captain, is he mad at me?? Captain, are my questions annoying him? Captain, did he like my joke? Captain, I feel like Spock hates me. etc.)

and the reason I bring this up is because I think there's a lot of potential in a Different version of this, where Kirk is still the only one who can read Spock's emotions, but this time, it's because they managed to spontaneously bond like. immediately. and neither of them realize this for a good while, because what are the odds that you're So Compatible with someone that your minds just Instantly glue themselves together? They're astronomical, that's what they are.

Except, a year or three into the mission, Spock discovers the bond. and panics. and blocks it. Of course he does! It's an egregious breach of telepathic etiquette! (Or, it would be, if he'd done it on purpose.) He has No Idea how long it's been there - he assumes it must be new. And, once the bond is blocked, by a Spock who is absolutely swamped with shame that he could let that happen to his own captain and dear friend, Kirk suddenly. cannot read Spock's emotions. And then he panics, because ohmigod i can't read him is he mad at me what did i do does he hate me???? (everyone else on this ship is baffled. they're like 'his face has literally not changed?? what do you mean you can't read him now??)

and eventually, they figure out what happened, and that they love each other, and then restore the bond to its original state and kiss and what not. but they angst about it for a bit first, and possibly have to get their heads slammed together by bones before that happens.

[lbhslefttiddie]

youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower

from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[biscutpoo]

This fic idea is very gruesome, turn away if you are squeamish:

In the next saga of TSC but somehow angstier ideas imagine.... TSC but omegaverse AU. Everything that happened to Jean would be somehow worse if he was an omega.

- Riko asking for volunteers his freshman year to help Jean through his heats.

- Maybe Kevin helped sneak Jean suppressants but then after he left Jean was forced to rely on Riko's mercy.

- Zane promising to keep Grayson out of Jean's room during his heat but then betraying that promise.

- Grayson is kind of already in his own omegaverse in Canon, he has some fetish about biting Jean's neck like he's trying to form a mating bond.

- the whole incident in Palmetto would be 2x worse if Jean wasn't losing his mind about Riko being dead but actually found out he was pregnant from Grayson's SA and tried to carve that piece of Grayson out from his belly.

- of course Mafia families like the Moreaus are still practicing antiquated traditions of selling omegas. I like the idea of Riko being a beta who desperately wants to be an alpha and Kevin as an alpha because it only worsens Riko's insecurity complex.

- Jean being terrified to join the Trojans at first, learning that the way omegas are treated in the Nest isn't normal. Like maybe they made him play through heats at the Nest and the first time he goes into heat at USC he is so terrified and tries to hide it but the whole team is horrified he tried to show up to practice like that.

- Jean slowly coming to enjoy his heats and falling in love with Jeremy.

- then maybe Jean is in a better place and finds out he's pregnant again but this time, it's Jeremy's. And for the first time he really wants to keep it even though being pregnant is super triggering for him cuz of Grayson. But he can't play exy if he's pregnant, it'll slow him down and he needs to play exy to survive. Maybe he won't ever be able to have kids and he shouldn't want to because any kid he has will be a Moreau and belong to the Moriyamas the same way he does and no kid deserves that. But Jean is just heartbroken about it because he's never wanted something like this before and they never let him keep any of the others while he was in the Nest and he can't shake the image of a pup with Jeremy's dimples and Jean's eyes.

- I'm sorry I just realized that means Jean would have been 16 the first time he got pregnant and they made him get an abortion and that's somehow more heartbreaking.

- Jean quietly asking Cat for abortion pills because she's the only other omega on the team he trusts and just breaking down when Cat asks if he's going to talk to Jeremy about it.

- Jeremy's stepfather's family is probably super rich and powerful so even the Moriyamas would have to think twice about touching Jean if he married into that family.

- there's prob some omegaverse sexism about omegas playing exy since exy is such a violent sport so most of the omega players aren't "out" about their dynamics. Jean could be an unwilling trailblazer for omega rights because he's the best backliner in the NCAA and he's an omega.

- obviously Neil would be the way more outspoken omega rights activist though cuz he gives no shits about putting alphas in their place.

- I don't really know where I'm going with this but character development would probably be Jean overcoming his trauma and getting to keep the pup come hell or high water. And then he marries Jeremy and they live happily ever after, hurrah!

[angelpuns]

I know I only really post about Kid Leo au, so it kinda makes it seem like all my other aus are abandoned, but I still think about them a lot.

I just get too excited and start new things a lot :)

Anyway if anyone has any questions about any of these, I'm constantly rotating them in my head <3

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Another concept: not just him turning it around to eat you out , but fucking you while he’s wearing it and wearing a chain

ohhh yes 🥵

this is the mood and what i’ll be thinking about for the foreseeable future, thank you very much!!!

[scribbling-dragon]

i am. holding ranchers gently. rotating them slowly in my mind.

[shiningstarr15]

I need to draw more of Doublestar Duo. I’ve only drawn them like five times and it may seem like a good amount but to me that is CRIMINALLY LOW !! 😭🌟🌟

[sadiecoocoo]

Guys… I have to go back to school… in twelve hours

[lostsowly]

Me: starting new fics for Blue Lock and Wind Breaker after catching up with the manga to feed my new obsessions

My old ryufuyu, akkutora and tsukikage wips that have been sitting in my drafts for months staring at me like: