#first writing

[priscilladawn]

Unpopular opinion; I don’t think Leon Kennedy would be a perfect dad. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be a good one! He just wouldn’t be perfect not that anyone is or like most other dads.

At the start of your relationship, it’s very clear he isn’t the biggest on having kids, especially not after raccoon city. But once he met and married you and the two of you started taking things more seriously, he gave you two beautiful little angels! A cute little baby girl, and a couple years later, a little baby boy.

Sure, Leon did his fatherly duties as expected. Waking up in the middle of the night mostly because his insomnia kept him up to soothe and change those stinky diapers, awkwardly play with them whilst you cleaned the house and cooked dinner, cuddling them every so often while he watched TV. He was a good father, just not the best. As they grew, he tried his best to be at every event he could, yet it proved to be a challenge with his never ending schedule.

He and his daughter have had their fair share of arguments over teenage things. Not letting her go to parties, or go out with some boy. He’s subtly affectionate with his children—having their silly drawings in his wallet, hearing them say they like a snack and suddenly selling out the entire store of that snack, knocking on their bedroom door with bags filled to the brim of Trader Joe’s chili & lime chips.

Leon isn’t the most perfect dad, yet he tries his hardest. It isn’t easy, especially after raccoon city, but he tries, and his kids know that. He tries hard both for you, and for his babies. But when no one’s looking, and everyone’s asleep, and his insomnia won’t leave him alone…He slips from your familiar comforting grasp and sneaks down the hallway into each of his kiddos room, pressing a soft kiss to their temple, letting them secretly know that daddy loves them, even if he doesn’t say it as much as he should.

Full credit to @rigorwhoring for this idea and inspo! <3

[yourlocalzombiewriter]

And I don't even like you that much!

Wait…, I do…, fuck

(Black myth wukongs head-canons)

Author note: hi!, I’m not that use to writing and English is not exactly my first language so there might be a lot of spelling mistakes.

And this is my first time writing for Sun wukong (Black myth) so he might not seem in character, if that makes sense. Either way I hope you enjoy!

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Assuming you two are already dating, and he’s comfy around you, please prepare for some chaotic moments.

Not a single Moment is dry nor empty with this mischievous monkey.

From spooking you with a clone of himself, or annoying your with one of his many transformations, he never runs out of ideas to surprise you with.

That being said, he is a bit laid back now depending on what period you’re dating him. After the events of journey to the west, he is way more calmer then his “younger” self.

He enjoys the simplicity of day to day activities now, cuddling, cleaning up a small section in which you both share. Or laying out under a tree with you as you read to him.

Those small moments mean much more to him now.

He loves to pridefully declare his fearlessness and having no such thing as “a biggest fear”. But at night that’s quickly disproven, sometimes he uncharacteristically sits in silence. Mind making up fake scenarios of your demise that could have been caused by him, his reputation, his enemies. He has a silent vow to himself to protect you first with his immortal life, no matter the cost and punishment he may endure.

An uncomfortable fear of having something of value so precious, so fragile is almost to much to handle. He doesn’t look down upon you mortal or not, but he will still fret for your safety. He’s so tired of losing things he holds dear, and after not having that feeling for centuries before you came along, he almost gets so wrapped up in the possibility of losing you, he loses sight that he has you right now.

He loves picking you up at random times, doesn’t need to be a situation where you need to be picked up he’ll just do it. No matter height or weight he loves seeing you shocked and giggling.

His most sensitive parts are definitely his tail and ears, maybe his nose too. If you kiss him from ear all across his cheek to his nose, he swears all his immortal lives end there from how his hearts pumping.

He does plan on marrying you, makes it very vocal too in the beginning to make sure you know what your committing to.

Loves when you comb and pick at his fur, don’t even get started on complementing it. He’ll easily sit between your legs for hours as you comb through the top of his head, getting rid of knots and such.

He wraps his tail absentmindedly when you stand near him. He doesn’t really even acknowledge it happening, it usually wraps around your ankle or thigh Or lazily around your hips.

Watches you as you sleep, not even in a creepy way he just has to take time to appreciate you for just your mere existence.

Spoils you with fruits, peaches especially of course, but he mixes it up here to there. Sometimes he just comes waltzing in with buckets if not wagons of ripe fruit from different regions.

When you hurriedly say you cannot eat that much before they wither, he’ll just laugh. Because he knows he can so whatever you leave over he finishes it off happily. But if your generous your free to share with the other demon monkeys on the island.

He likes carrying you in his arms while he rides his nimbus cloud.

You can point to random spots and he’ll happily zoom on over there to let you explore. Of course with him trailing closely behind you.

(I’m aware that in most tellings of journey to the west they say picking up a mortal from the ground is almost impossible, but I’m gonna dismiss that. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

He likes lounging around with you on slow afternoon’s cuddling and engorging in different types of luxuries.

He loves taking you to hot springs, and enjoying time there together relaxing. That or a near by waterfall he frequents.

If he sees something you may like he just snatches it, doesn’t really matter to him where he took it, half of the time he doesn’t know himself. As long as it is worthy to be appreciated by you.

He takes naps on you, just asks you to lay down and then lays on your chest or stomach and falls into a comatose state for a good while.

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That’s all I have for right now, I hope these were enjoyable to read!.

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[cillmurphyslover]

“𝐻𝑜𝓌’𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒?”

Tommy Shelby x Y/N Smut

Based on this photo

First fic & it’s short

Don’t forget to reblog if you like ♡

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“Can I be on top this time?” Y/N said while he was on top of her both staring at each other’s eyes in lust

“Why?” Tommy said confused but also wanting it too since she hasn’t been on top of him while fucking

“I wanna see what you see…” Y/N said with a smirk on her face

Tommy kisses you and spins you around on the bed now on top of him

Y/N sure did love what she saw

With his sleepy eyes and mouth open a bit

Seeing Tommy so vulnerable and pleasured by you

Y/N was in awe

“How’s the view love?” Tommy says in his deep husky voice

“Oh yes.. much better” Y/N said grabbing his throat softly

Y/N rides him slowly and his head tilts upward

Tommy was definitely loving this position best because in a minute his hips jerked up and cums inside her

Y/N follows right after him cumming on his cock while twitching inside her

Y/N leans down and kisses him

“I love you” Tommy says

Y/N smiles at him

“I know baby I love you too”

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[spongebobiscool]

Summary After receiving an injury from a villan named Boom while working on the job, you were ordered to bed rest for the next weeks. You assumed you’d be spending those weeks alone, but from the knock on your door and the person behind it, you couldn’t be anymore wrong.

Pairings Katsuki Bakugou x reader

WC/ 942

A knock came to your apartment door and you walked up to answer it. To your surprise, it was the Katsuki Bakugou behind it. He had a muscled arm against the doorway, straining all of his muscles. You felt your breath hitch at the sight.

“Well, if it isn’t the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” You said sarcastically. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He rolled his eyes, painting his usual scowl across his face. “Listen extra-“ oh, here we go, “I just wanted to apologize for today.” He began, his face becoming serious.

Before answering the door, you were busy honing your wounds due to today's villian. He called himself Boom. Boom wanted to be just like Bakugou, a copycat in a way. And he was a tough one, having the power to send explosives kind of like Bakugou’s quirk but a little bit of a cheap knock off. That didn’t mean it was any less painful when he directed explosions your way and sent you flying to the nearest building.

And it really didn’t help when Bakugou took charge of the operation and because of it, the next harsh explosion was sent your way. A quick trip to the hospital later and you were told that you had a sprained ankle, a couple broken ribs and that you’d need to stay off the job for the next few weeks. You didn’t blame him for what happened, you were heros. It happens.

You could see the guilt behind his vermillion colored eyes. It was hard to pick you but you could see it. You shook your head at him, “You don’t need to apologize for anything. Things happen,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“But I’m a hero, and I put you in danger. I’m sorry,” he bowed his head to you and you nearly smiled. Who knew Katsuki Bakugou could have so much compassion for others?

With as much as you could, you moved to the side to show him the door. “Would you like to come in?” You asked. He seemed unsure but continued to walk through the door. With your sprained ankle, it was hard to take a step back. Especially because you limped toward the door and left you crutches against the couch.

You couldn’t stop yourself from realizing just how tall and big Katsuki Bakugou was. He wore a black tank top and sweatpants but converted himself off with a jacket. “I have tea if you want some,” you choked out. He nodded and watched you closely.

To get away from his hard stare, you turned on a heel and started walking. “I’ll make you some,” you said, limping out of his way but it took one chord to nearly send you to the floor. Thankfully, strong arms and a hard body grabbed onto your waist to keep you upright.

“I’ll make the tea,” he grumbled. “Now sit ya’ ass down,”

You rolled your eyes and did as he said while he went into the kitchen to make the tea. It didn’t take him long to figure out which one you liked the most. You only had 2 boxes of both you really liked. While the kettle was running, Bakugou went to sit by your side. “What’s all this?” He asked.

You looked down at the bandages and felt your cheeks heat up. “Nothing. I was just cleaning myself up-“

“Let me do it,” the shock hit you like a slap in the face. He wanted to do what? You watched him grab the alcohol and gauze, realizing that he was indeed serious. The wound was a slightly deep cut that hadn’t healed yet. “Where are you hurt?” He asked.

Hesitantly, you turned your back to him. The wound was on a lower region on your shoulder blade and it would require you to nearly remove your top. You pushed your hair out of his way, revealing your naked back to him and the harsh bloody slash that laid in your back.

You winced as he began working on your shoulder, cleaning up as much blood as he could. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I never meant for you to get hurt.”

Wow, you never thought he would felt this guilty for a mistake. Things happen for us heros. It’s never one person's fault and it definitely wasn’t his. You shook your head again. “You don’t need to blame yourself.” You said. “It’s not your fault so please.”

He didn’t say anything after that and continued to clean your wound until he finally bandaged it up with another piece of gauze and a big ass bandaid. You felt his hand hovering over your back and you swallowed hard. The tension was so thick. “Why do you care so much?” You mustered up the strength to ask.

He scoffed. “I’ve always cared-“

You pulled up your shirt and turned to face him. You would’ve cowered from the intensity of his eyes if it wasn’t for the adrenaline rushing through your body and the alcohol you drank earlier. “Not like this,” you countered.

For the first time, you think you’ve might’ve broken him. Bakugou clears his throat and stands up. “I’m gonna check on the tea,”

You stood with him, calling after him, “Katsuki-“

He stopped. He stopped and turned around to face you. “Say that again,” he breathed. His chest rising and falling at a thunderous pace. His eyes, those vermillion colored eyes never left you.

“Say what,”

“My name,” he said. “Say it again,”

All the air left you, “and what if I don’t?”

He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked over, towering over you. He pulled you close and you could just then tell the reason as to why he wanted to hear his name so bad. Yep, definitely big. “I’m okay with spending the rest of this night making you scream it,”

[rothpie]

cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul, I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go

⋆ ⋆˚࿔ SELLY𝜗𝜚˚⋆── 𐙚✿˖°

19. She/Her. Turkish. English isn’t my first language, so I apologize if I make some mistakes. Please do not copy or post any of my work anywhere; it belongs to me, and I do not give permission for it to be copied or posted. Thank you all for your respect.

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MASTERLIST⋆˚✿˖°

──⋆˙OBX✮.ᐟ

Fidelity

Inheritance

Nothing without you

[nervouseden]

Bucky being Bucky in bed.

(How I think he'd act)

Warnings! NSFW. Soft!Dom!Bucky. Choking. Light power play. Pet names (Amare(love), doll, baby). Fingering. Unprotected sex (DON'T DO ITS BAD). Praise. Sweet!Bucky. Grinding. Fluff. Light aftercare.

Bucky is a massive tease, making you wait, making you squirm, making you beg, all just because he likes to see what he does to you.

Bucky would spread soft kisses all along your body, starting from your face, going down your neck, to your abdomen, and so forth.

Bucky's kisses often get more intense as he works his way down your body, practically sucking on your skin by the time he's at your hips and thighs. "Fuck, Doll, you taste so good."

Bucky loves wrapping his Vibranium hand around your throat, squeezing his metal fingers and thumb at the sides of your throat just enough to cut off a little oxygen and heighten your senses and pleasure, but never enough to actually hurt you. He cares too much.

Bucky would always take his time warming you up, spitting on his hand, slowly stretching you with his finger, then adding another just as you start to get comfortable with the first.

He curls his fingers inside you, speeding them up and adding a third, holding your hips down with his metal hand, leaving faint red marks that will turn to light bruises he'll tease later on.

Bucky groans low in his throat, loving the way you feel around his fingers, but needing you around his cock. Now.

Bucky suddenly pulls his fingers from you, spitting on his cock, the tip against your entrance. "Are you ready, amare?"

When you give him permission, he starts to carefully prod his cock at your hole, slowly pushing in inch by inch, watching you for any discomfort or pain, gently rubbing your neck and shoulders in a comforting gesture.

Once Bucky's fully inside you, he stills his hips, giving you time to adjust as he leans down and peppers small kisses along your face and neck, whispering words of encouragement.

"You feel so good,"

"So fuckin' perfect,"

"You're doing incredible, taking me so well."

"Love how you feel, darling..."

Bucky starts to slowly rock his hips, making small thrusts, careful not to hurt you. He'd never want to hurt you, you're his everything.

As Bucky feels you adjust, he softly speaks. "Remember our safe word?" Only when you say yes, does he start to actually move, his cock starting to slide a little bit deeper with each thrust.

His hips move against yours in rhythmic motions, pumping into your body fast and pulling out slowly, before pumping in again.

Bucky leans down again to kiss your lips as his hips speed up even more. "Feels s'good..." He praises, his flesh hand on your hip, warm and soft as it rubs circles on your smooth skin.

Bucky sucks on your lower thighs as he continues to plow into you, his flesh hand wrapping around one of your thighs as his vibranium hand wraps loosely around your neck. "I wanna feel you cum, amare..."

Bucky trails kisses down your neck and jaw, sucking on the skin behind your collarbone as he feels both of you getting closer.

He lifts your legs, putting your thighs flesh against his chiseled chest, kissing the flesh as your calves hang over his shoulders, his cock scraping deeper into you with the new angle.

His breath is ragged now, feeling both of you teetering on the edge of release. Bucky leans even further down, bending your thighs with him as he bites into your shoulder, squeezing your throat even tighter as he thrusts harder.

Bucky feels you squeeze around his cock your climax hitting you, and that's all it takes. A low, animalistic growl leaves him as he pulls out of your body replacing his cock with his flesh fingers, cumming on your chest, stomach, and pelvis as he grinds his cock against your thigh.

He shudders and moans, moving his fingers inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he releases your shoulder from his teeth, softly sucking and kissing the sting away from it.

Once you start coming down from your high, he slows his fingers, smiling softly at you. "You did so good, Doll." Bucky kisses your lips softly, his own gentle and affectionate.

He pulls back from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, smiling, and staring into your eyes. "You feelin' okay?"

Bucky smiles at you, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, then your cheek, your chin, your other cheek, then pulls your left hand up to kiss each knuckle, then does the same with your right. "I'm so proud of you, you were so good for me, baby."

He moves off of you, reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a baby wipe. "Just gonna clean you up a little, that alright?"

Once you give permission to Bucky, he smiles, taking the baby wipe, gently wiping the cum and excess sweat from your chest, tummy, pelvis, and entrance, making sure to be both cautious and meticulous.

After Bucky cleans you up, he throws the wipe away and crawls back into bed with you, lightly kissing each bruise and hickey he made on your hips, thighs, and neck. "You look so incredible, Baby."

Bucky then lies down next to you on his back, pulling you onto his chest. He plays with your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal hand rubs small circles on your back. "I love you, Doll."

[lyucky]

You all were so kind about the snippet i said i’d been writing, and I would love to have some external motivation to write more.

So, please leave feedback if you enjoyed it. 😁

Snippet 1: Into Flame

Tracking down Wade is no easy task. Despite his bright red armour, the man knows all too well how to blend into an environment. A corrupted Wade tells a different story, one written in blood. Paths of massacred townspeople, burning houses, and the siren-like shrieking of terrified civilians were like a booming beacon to Logan’s keen sense of hearing. Galloping through the terror-stricken town, Logan notices a change in scent. The previous trail of ash and iron turns sour. Wade is close.

To the typical nose, magic is undetectable, but Logan can smell syphilis on a man two towns over. He sure as shit can smell magic. Having worked for the king for so many years Logan had been exposed to myriad spells and charms. The few good charms he’s come across are faint and fresh, reminding Logan of his homestead and land surrounded by lush forest. Though through his line of work, the spells are more often putrid.

Logan's stomach churns recalling a girl cursed to never experience skin on skin contact, the memory of the smell lingering like a faded scar. He’s met many souls that spewed sour sulphuric odours into the air, and Wade reeks.

“WADE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YA!”

Logan knows expecting a response is pointless; Wade never spoke under the witch’s control. Still, he persists.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE, MAN.”

Exhaustion pulling at his horse, he slows it to a stop. Frantically whipping his head from left to right, eyes darting to any small movement or a flash of bright red.

Just as Logan’s hope dwindles, a shrill scream is caught and silenced by a gargled noise. Wade is still on his rampage, and Lo and his steed leap into action once again with a second wind of desperation.

A sharp right turn throws him face to face with the cursed knight, who stands surrounded by roaring flames and burning remains. The corpse of the woman whose cry he heard lying at his feet, still bleeding out.

“WADE!” He pulls the reins so tight the horse skids to a stop in the muddy road “C’MON!” Tearing his helmet off so quickly the clasp slices his eyebrow.

“STOP!” The small wound repairs just as quickly as it appeared but not without leaving a tear track of blood down his cheek.

Wade raises his swords and rests them on his shoulders. His movements are laboured, visibly fighting the curse to turn and see his friend out the corner of his eye.

“THIS AIN’T YOU!”

Logan's cries fall short as he realises Wade has no control over his actions.

A crack from a nearby house fire sends a burning structural beam crashing between the two knights. Logan’s horse rears in terror, pulling his focus for a brief moment. He loses his balance on his horse falling backwards and landing flat on his back, winding himself. Stunned and wheezing, Logan pushes himself off the floor, shaking his eyes back into focus. He snaps back to Wade only to see him disappear into the flames.

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This bit is written to accompany this artwork 🫶

[mamahan238]

Fuck you, Vi

Sub!Vi x Piltover!Reader 🔞

Talks of kinks, dialogue during sex

Men and Mdni

Reader is Caitlyn’s friend, working closely with Cassandra as her assistant. Caitlyn and Reader are very close, living as roommates.

Vi and Caitlyn are dating, Vi spending most of the time at Caitlyn’s, meaning Reader has to deal with her as well.

Finding Vi at your apartment, again, was nothing new. Finding her in your apartment with only her wrap on her chest and a pair of boxers was a first.

“You’re home! Cait has another late night.” Vi smiled, seeing me standing by the door.

“Gods, Vi, put some fucking clothes on.”

It didn’t take long to know that Vi was touch starved. If you were home and hanging out with her and Cait, there was no doubt the fighter would be sprawled over your lap, like a lap dog, demanding you to stroke her hair.

“You have a girlfriend, you know that right?”

Vi whines, “Sure, but she likes her own space and you’re squishy.”

Vi didn’t call your squishy after that, considering you pushed her on the floor and moved to your own room.

After that evening, Vi would always have to be touching you. If you were cooking, she’d be there, behind you, chin on shoulder, watching you. If you were sat anywhere, she’d be there on your lap. If you were showering, Vi would be sitting on the counter talking to you through the glass. It was a strange friendship, but what were you going to say, she was from the undercity, things were different there. You were determined to not let your mind undermine her needs, even though it is starting to make you feel things

“Cait, your girlfriend decided to keep me company in the shower again.”

“Look don’t say I told you, but she said you give her a comfort, you remind her of her past, when things were simpler.”

“I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again, Vi has a mommy kink.”

“Shut up, she does not.”

“Caitlyn, I say this with love, dick her down, hard, we will see who’s right here.”

On a Friday night, you decide to let loose, going out for drinks with Mel. You tell her everything that has been happening, only for Mel to laugh hard at your predicament. Having a crush on Vi, was the worse and Mel nor the drinks were helping.

Going home that night, you were met with the whines and moans coming from Caitlyn’s bedroom. Drunk and annoyed you slam your head on the door, hard. You walk past the bedroom, to get to your own, only now realising how paper thin the walls were.

“Mmhmm, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The bed slamming against the wall.

“Yes! Right there!”

“Fuck me, please, please.”

“Please, yes, please, pLeASe, YES! MOMMY!”

Falling onto your bed, hands over your eyes, one though in your head.

Fuck you, Vi

[r4cc0on-in-tr4shcan]

Caseoh x reader (platonic maybe romantic????) I thought of instead of sleeping

context: you are another popular streamer thats good friends with Case, but recently you got into some "beef" with Case that was just a joke, which chat tells you all types of insults about you and even telling you to kys and Case has to interveine (i dont think I spelled that right. Keepin' it gender neutral. maybe a bit of romance at the end if you squint and tilt your head. MAY OR MAY BE CRINGE. DID NOT PROOF READ)

It was really stupid but it started when you made a comment while playing a game on horror game on stream and the monster was... odd looking, to say the least. You jokingly said: "Chat, look! It's Case!" You say looking at a very divided chat. One part of chat is laughing about it, another part is saying that it's not funny and defending Case, and the rest of chat just start saying hella mean and rude comments about you. You try to ignore the hateful comments for now but that was hard to do when that was the majority of the chat. You then say, after a few minutes "I'm joking, I'm joking." You genuinly meant it, but chat was not buying it. The chat became more hateful, some people even saying to kill yourself. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't end stream because people will think your trying to run from the situation and the hate, you just know that you have to stop the "drama" as soon as possible. "Chat, I was joking. Me and Case joke like that all the time, even when we stream together! Me or him would say a joke like that and we'd both laugh, we've both said that we're fine with the jokes." You say a little bit before ending stream. You just wanted to cry. You hated shit like this, everyone just swarming you, not letting you breathe. You felt overwhelmed. Case started streaming an hour and a half after you ended stream. You heard the discord notification from his dicord server saying he was live. You open up his stream, to distract yourself from just having a meltdown, and he starts with his usual "WHAT'S GOOD CHAT?!" making a little smile appear on your face until it immediately drops when you see 3/4 of the chat starts asking about the "drama" and what you said about him. Case obviously saw those messages so he had to respond. "Oh here we go... Chat, imma be real with yall, it ain't even drama, yall was being dramatic." He pauses, reading chat for a second before continuing, "Yall was being dramatic over nun'." Like magic, his whole chat was saying "RIGHT", "FR", "W" as if someone those people typing those things weren't the same exact people that told you those things about your appearance and to kill yourself. Case continues, "Nah, chat, there's probably some people in this stream right now that said all'at stuff to them." His mom even pinned a message in chat saying "Even if it was something worse no one should tell anyone those things!!" which Case responds with a, "Yeah. It was just a joke and yall had to do all'at. They ain't even done nun', they made a joke and yall overreacted." As you watched you couldn't help but tear up from the words. The feeling of having someone actually care about your mental health and well being, it overwhelmed you with happiness and he didn't make it a big deal, he just talked about it and left the topic. You texted him saying "Thanks Case that was really nice of you, I owe you one" Case then checks his phone "OO someone textin' me!" and when he reads it he has a huge, stupid grin on his face as he texts back "No problem, anything for you" (DID NOT PROOF-READ. Not sure if it's accurate but I tried! 👻 not sure how to feel about this one buttttt yeah👍I was just bored.) (ALSO PLEASE ASK BC I GOT DONT GOT NUN TO DO AND I WANNA WRITE)

[jas0nluvr]

Tracing your scars

〡jason todd x reader

〡gender not mentioned

〡warnings: scars, hinted that reader killed someone

my first ever real written piece on here!

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Rough fingers traced the wide expanse of your back. It was late, later than most people would be up. But you weren’t most people and the guy in your bed wasn’t either. 

You let out a small gasp as his fingers move to the lower parts of your back then back up to your shoulder blades. They didn’t stop there, his thick fingers continued down your arms. Interlocking your fingers for a second when his fingers reach your hands. 

You feel his breath on your neck as a small kiss is placed between your shoulder blades. It causes a shiver to go down your spine, and your breath to get caught in your throat. 

“They’re beautiful” he mumbles while he lets another kiss fall on your left shoulder blade where the biggest part of the scar is. “*You’re* beautiful” 

The words leave you with a weird feeling in your chest, you haven’t felt this way in a long time. He’s never been this  vulnerable in front of you before, let alone with you. 

“I wish I could see the other guy,” he jokes. It makes you laugh, he always makes you laugh. 

You try to speak but nothing comes out, your voice restricted with emotion. Then you clear your throat, “I can take you to his grave if you’d like.”

He laughs, "that's my girl."

[hottt-cakes]

Haha it’s 4 am and instead of going to sleep I decided to write my very own Sukuna Fluff😭

My first writing piece…I’ve been on a fluff rampage and thought of this in the shower (iykyk)

Don’t come for me this is just how I imagine Kuna saying ILY for the first time

Warning ⚠️: Guys I’m not a writer so please be kind and forgive me for I know not what I do

*word count: 800, SukunaXReader, Sukuna fluff*

The First I Love You

It was a cloudy and rainy day in Shibuya. You had just boarded the train and settled into your seat. As you waited for departure, you twiddled your thumbs, watching the water droplets trickle down the window. Usually, you would have been over the moon to see a childhood friend, especially to celebrate and attend their bachelorette party. But this time was different. In reality, you’d rather be at home, watching a movie and snuggling up with your boyfriend, Sukuna.

As the thought of him crossed your mind, a smile crept onto your lips. It was as if he could feel you thinking of him. Like clockwork, the phone rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. Seeing that it was the man you’d completely fallen for, you didn’t hesitate to answer.

“You miss me already?” you said teasingly, with just a hint of arrogance.

“Shut up, woman,” Sukuna replied, his voice carrying a lighthearted annoyance. “I just wanted to make sure you got on the train alright,” he muttered, his tone low, deep, and sincere.

“Aww, how cute… you care,” you said, trying to hide how happy you were.

Sukuna scoffed. He would never admit it, but he did care. Any moment you weren’t near him, he feared the worst. The thought of not seeing you for two whole days while you were out at bars, probably getting white girl wasted and being hit on by lowlifes who had no business being near women, let alone his woman, drove him to the brink of insanity. He was just one step away from destroying a nearby city.

“Let’s go through it one more time,” Sukuna said firmly.

You let out a small sigh, having already gone over this at least five times, but if it gave Sukuna peace of mind, you’d do it a 5 more.

“What do you say if some nobody comes up to you at the bar?” Sukuna asked, sounding more stern than before.

You couldn’t help but giggle, then responded with the sentence you’d rehearsed previously before: “My boyfriend is Ryomen Sukuna, THE undisputed King of Curses. Touch me and he will disintegrate you!”

“Good girl,” Sukuna said, his tone almost boastful.

You giggled, but that moment was short-lived as the overhead train speakers announced that the train would soon depart.

“Kuna, I think it’s time you let me go,” you said, pouting.

“Alright, brat. Hurry up and get this damn weekend over with. I’ve never been a patient man,” Sukuna muttered.

“Yes, sir, I’ll speed it up as much as I can,” you replied, amused.

“Bye, Kuna. Smooches!” you said, your voice light and playful.

You heard a whisper of chuckle from the other end of the line.

“Yeah, yeah. Bye… love you.”

A moment of silence passed. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Honestly, he couldn’t believe it either.

“Kuna? Are you there? ... No, Kuna, don’t you dare end the ca—” beep beep beep.

He ended the call. Of course, he did. It was the first time he said “I love you.” Sukuna wasn’t the type to express his emotions, especially not something as vulnerable as love. What did the King of Curses know about love? But he had his own way of showing it, even if it was out of the ordinary. You understood. But to say it out loud… he’d never say something he didn’t mean.

Sukuna, still in disbelief, sat on his couch for half an hour, replaying the moment in his head, desperately trying to come up with an excuse for what had just happened. He wondered what he could say to you when you returned. Little did he know, he wouldn’t have that much time. A second later, there was a knock at the door.

It was you, completely drenched from the rain, panting as you’d just run all the way from the train station.

“RYOMEN SUKUNA!! Did you just end the phone on me?” you exclaimed, barging through the door.

Your anger quickly faded as your eyes met Sukuna’s, who was at a loss for words. He was actually baffled, almost relieved, thinking that you had already forgotten the fact that he’d said he loved you.

But that moment didn’t last long. As soon as you stopped yelling, you threw yourself at Sukuna. He caught you effortlessly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping his face in your hands. You gazed deeply into his eyes, and despite his stoic, uninterested façade, you could see the fear and desperation behind them—he was terrified of hearing your response.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you closed your eyes and kissed him. It was a delicate, sweet, yet passionate kiss. You pulled away just once, whispering softly, “I love you too.”

[foxlar13]

OKAY! here it is tongue piercing aaron! please be nice it is the first thing ive ever written for a fandom before and no one has proof read it or anything so ya. (it did not turn out as long as i thought) i hope you guys like it<3

Kevin discovers

It started a week ago. An incessant little clinking noise that, apparently, Kevin was the only one bothered by.

He heard it everywhere, during practice, at edens, in the dorms, laying in bed at night. He couldn’t escape it and he couldn’t get anyone else to acknowledge it either. He had asked Andrew and Neil if they could hear it and he was met with a blank stare and Neil asking if he needed to get checked by Abbey.

He was starting to think he might need to make an appointment with her when he finally discovered where it was coming from.

“It’s you!” Kevin accused. He was sitting next to Aaron on the couch, both of them slumped down watching whatever mindless show Nicky had left on before he disappeared. Both too lazy after a hard practice to care about changing it to something better. Kevin was all too happy to zone out and just be in Aaron’s presence. Not that he could ever tell him that. But on hearing the noise for the millionth time Kevin's back snapped straight and he whipped around to face aaron.

He was met with Aaron's unamused expression, his eyebrow raised and eyes flat.

“what are you talking about?”

“I knew I wasn't crazy! The noise, it’s you! How are you making it? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Kevin, I have no idea what you’re talking about, did you take one too many balls to the head tonight or something? Just be quiet and watch the show.”

Aaron turned to slump back down against the cushion but just as his back was about to hit the soft surface Kevin grabbed his face in both hands and dragged it closer to his own to inspect.

As their faces inched closer the clink clink clink of whatever that god damn noise was got more clear and Kevin found his eyes dragging down the length of Aaron's face. Past his bright hazel eyes that were now wide with shock and confusion, down the slight crooked bridge of his nose that held the remains of what might have been a break, the highest point speckled with freckles and landing with finality at Aaron's mouth. His pretty pink mouth, a stark contrast against the sea of pale that was Aaron.

So pale that Kevin’s hands that spanned the whole length of Aaron's head looked dark in comparison.

“Open your mouth.” Kevin demanded.

Aaron jerked like he’d been struck, pulling back to try and escape Kevin's warm grip on him. But Kevin had found the noise finally and he wasn’t stopping when he was this close to figuring it out.

“You did hit your head didn’t you? Do you need me to check you for a concussion?”

“Aaron.”

“I’m not opening my mouth you psycho now let go.”

But Kevin didn’t let go. He started pushing Aaron's cheeks, puffing them out to try and pry his lips apart. He reached up to put his finger in his mouth to aid his efforts and that must have been Aarons last straw.

Aaron huffed his annoyance against the calloused pad of Kevin's finger and opened his mouth wide.

Kevin’s mind went blissfully blank as he stared at the soft inside of Aaron's mouth. With Aaron’s movements his finger had slipped deeper into his mouth and he felt the cold metal of something on the tip of his finger.

Without thinking he grabbed a hold of Aaron's tongue and pulled.

Aaron released a muffled “Hey!” with little success in stopping kevin.

And there it was. A tongue piercing. A tongue piercing. Aaron has a tongue piercing.

How had Kevin not realized this before? He supposed he’d only just recently started noticing Aaron in a way that was more than friendly, but he spent probably too much time looking at Aaron’s lips, thinking about them on his own, on other parts of him. Looking at how pretty they were. But with their difference in height he didn’t often get a look inside his mouth and Aaron wasn’t in the habit of sticking his tongue out.

Kevin loosened his grip on Aaron's tongue to caress the cool metal, regaining some of his critical thinking back he realized the position they were in.

Kevin, holding Aaron's face with one hand, fingers of the other in his mouth, their faces a breath apart.

“Uh sorry” Kevin mumbled. He relaxed his grip on Aaron’s face and started to pull away. He had barely moved more than an inch when he felt a warm hand on the back of his neck drawing him impossibly closer to Aaron’s face. If he looked he could see the start of a blush working its way through his freckles, coloring the tips of his ears with a pretty shade of pink.

“Aaron?”

“I just, can I kiss you?”

Kevin stared. He stared and stared and stared for too long because he felt Aaron pulling away and he realized his mistake.

“Yes!” Kevin’s voice was too loud in the small space between them. He tried again “Yes please. I would like that.”

As soon as the words left his mouth he started to lean down as he felt Aaron leaning up to meet him halfway.

The first brush of their lips was soft and closed mouthed. Sweet if a bit cautious. He felt Aaron’s hands slide up into his hair as Kevin kept his grip on Aaron’s face.

The second was filled with excitement as their lips slotted together, Kevin felt Aaron’s lips part slightly and he took his chance to tentatively swipe his tongue over Aaron's lips. Aaron reacted by opening his mouth wider to accommodate Kevin’s tongue and Kevin heard him moan as their tongues dragged against each other.

Kevin immediately felt for the piercing and was pleased to feel it against his mouth as he sucked softly on Aaron’s tongue. And yeah that felt good.

They pulled away gasping for breath and touched their foreheads together.

“Okay?” Aaron quietly asked in the small space between them.

“Okay” Kevin replied just as quietly.

Kevin went to lean in again just as they heard the door handle begin rattling from the attempt to get the locked door open.

Aaron stood from his spot on the couch and made a beeline for the bathroom as Nicky entered the room and came to stand in front of Kevin.

“Are you okay? Your face is all flushed.”

“Yeah Nicky, I'm okay.”

[kimmis-stuff]

The Labubu Uprising

So this is my very first time posting something like this,but I hope you enjoy it.

⸻

It started with one.

A tiny, wide-eyed Labubu figure Marisol found at a gift shop on a weekend outing—furry, grinning, and admittedly kind of cute in a “haunted forest sprite” kind of way.

She brought it home. Named it “Captain Wobble.” Made it a paper crown.

Miguel raised one eyebrow and said, “¿Qué demonios es eso?”

You shrugged. “It’s a toy. Like a little forest… thing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “It’s smiling.”

“Yeah. That’s the point?”

He didn’t look convinced.

But then Gabi got one too. And of course, she had to research its “lore,” which somehow turned into her sketching warrior Labubu versions in her notebook, complete with stats and a full emotional backstory. And then Eva got wind of it and suddenly her toddler Labubu was going everywhere with her, tucked under one arm like a tiny emotional support gremlin.

And then you blinked, and there were six.

Then twelve.

Then an entire “Labubu village” set up in the living room.

The kids treated it like a sacred site.

Miguel hated it.

⸻

“They’re watching me,” he muttered under his breath one night, stiffly sitting on the couch… surrounded by at least four Labubus, arranged by Marisol into what she called “a cuddle summit.”

You tried to keep a straight face. “They’re just dolls, babe.”

“They have teeth,” he hissed. “They grin. Who designs a children’s toy with fangs?!”

“That one’s a doctor,” Gabi chimed in, walking by and pointing at one with glasses made from pipe cleaners. “He’s seen things.”

“Exactly,” Miguel muttered.

⸻

Later that week, things got worse.

He opened the fridge—and screamed.

“¡AY, CARAJO!”

You ran in and found him standing frozen, holding the fridge open.

A Labubu sat on the top shelf, wrapped in lettuce.

Its tiny grin was unwavering.

Eva peeked around your leg and chirped, “That’s Salad Labubu! He’s vegan!”

Miguel slammed the fridge shut like it personally betrayed him. “Nope. No. We’re done. No más Labubus in the refrigerator.”

⸻

One night, he came home late and found the hallway lights off. Quiet. Too quiet.

Then he heard a shuffle.

He turned.

Twenty glowing eyes stared up at him from the floor.

A dozen Labubus. Lined up like a cult. Blocking the hallway like a ritual.

He just stood there, dead silent, before calling:

“Mi amor… the little goblins are multiplying.”

You leaned out from the bedroom. “That’s the ‘Labubu Parade.’ Marisol said it’s for good luck!”

Miguel stared them down, muttering in Spanish about needing holy water and a priest.

⸻

The next morning…

You found him trying to sweep a few Labubus into a storage bin.

“Are you hiding their entire village?” you asked, raising a brow.

“I’m not hiding them. I’m reassigning them.”

“To where?”

“Storage.”

“You’re scared of them.”

He scowled, gently nudging one in with the broom. “They show up where they shouldn’t be. Like spiders. With teeth. And judgmental eyes.”

You grinned. “You know the girls say they’re magical guardians, right? That they’re watching over us.”

He paused.

Then muttered, “Good. They can watch from the attic.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

So I hope you like this and if want a part 2 then let me know. Also this idea came from a art post on twitter by @j3llifhish

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

Jegulus Microfic- Regs' first "I love you." (Be kind, This is my first time writing on here)

Its Monday, which means Regulus is at home as he has no classes on Mondays. He should be studying, really he should be but he's busy thinking about James.

James is at work and won't be back until 5pm, this sucks for a number of reasons, the first being Regulus is busy thinking about the many things they could be doing if he was home.

The second and arguably the most important is the fact that when James left early this morning he, as per usual, said to Reg "Love you, see you later" emphasized by a kiss on Regulus' forehead, the problem with this is that Reg didn't say it back, he never does.

This has never bothered James, but it's bothering Regulus because now he wants to say it, he just doesn't know how. He has tried before but the words always seem to get stuck in his throat. He chokes on them every time. He has been practicing non-stop for the entire day and when the clock hits 5 he believes he's as ready as he'll ever be.

"Hey baby," James says when he finds him on the couch.

"Hey" regulus replies

After a moment of James looking at him because somehow he always knows when something is up with regulus. He decides to bite the bullet and just spit it out.

"I need to talk to you," he says, visibly nervous

his boyfriend replies with a simple "Ohky"

"James I..." the words once again die in his throat

He clears his throat and tries again " James, I love you"

Regulus obviously expected a reaction from James but not this one because James is crying literal tears, and he has his arms around Reg in a matter of seconds and is busy murmuring his love and appreciation for the other boy, he keeps on saying that he is happy he finally said it and Regulus thinks in the corner of his mind that this reaction was worth all of the practice and he's a bit upset with himself because he didn't say it sooner