#i hope you like it guys

[anonymergremlin]

"I want to feel you... my love"

Here is the promised repost of my first P x Reader smut fic… now… with a gn!reader. Anything to make my readers happy! I also corrected a few things… and changed some words to make it sound better in my opinion. Enjoy it!

WARNING: Smut! Grinding, finger fucking, etc.

It has been like this for a few years now. [Name] would leave the safety of the hotel in the morning, two blades in each hand, a gun strapped to their hip and a desire to fight once more. Fight for the people of Krat, who have suffered far too long. Fight for the memory of two of the most important people in their life, their bestfriend Romeo and their beloved Carlo. That motivation is the only fuel left inside [Name]’s body to keep fighting against this nightmare, even if it meant returning to the hotel exhausted and tired. But with the arrival of the good puppet, the situation changed, there were fewer puppets to fight, the number of maniacs decreased and the hope in the people's eyes began to shine again. Geppetto's puppet, P, is a blessing to everyone.

At the very beginning, [Name] kept a distance. Watching the puppet from far away. From the way Lady Antonia was looking at him and talking to him, [Name] knew that the lady thought the same way as they did. That pretty face of his, that long chestnut hair, and the way he was built - it was all too familiar. As time went on, [Name] started to close the distance between themself and the puppet, to include him into their life, to open their heart for him. P is a valuable companion, P is the chance to bring an end to the chaos, P is the One who might heal this broken heart.

[Name] never planned to go this far. They never imagined that they would end up kissing him after he came back from a dangerous mission. They never imagined that they would whisper sweet words into his ear every time he paid them a visit in their little workshop, hidden in the basement of the hotel. And of course they never imagined that they would eventually want to take him to their room to devour every inch of his body. The young adult had opened their heart for him, something he fully embraced. As he began to become more human, he started to lean towards their actions, himself becoming needy and romantic. He let himself become affected by her gestures and words, causing the desire inside [Name] to grow even stronger. Soon, they would have to devour him.

The lovers entered the hotel, drenched in blood and oil. It had become normal for him to accompany them on what they call their 'hunts'. P needs to protect them, wants to protect them, so [Name] had no choice but to allow him to join. Step by step they climbed the stairs, both of them heading towards their room.[Name] opened the door slowly and walked in, immediately removing anything heavy from their tired body. Their coat fell to the floor while their blades and firearm were gently placed on a nearby table. A groan escaped [Name]'s lips as they moved their head from side to side to release some of the pressure from their sore muscles. "Ahhh, it really hurts today. I should have been more careful.

“Mia cara”.

[Name] turned around the moment the petname reached their ears. Oh, God above, [Name] loves it when he calls them by that petname. Their orbs focused on his face, observing how his soft lips were parted slightly and how his eyebrows were slightly lowered to show his concern. "Oh, my love, it's all right. A little pain didn't stop me then and it won't stop me now," they said softly as while stepping closer to him. Their left hand found its way to cup one of his cheeks, thumb stroking across his skin. [Name] watched as he leaned into the touch, his head moving slightly to ensure that their touch reached every tiny spot. The both of them remained like this for a while before [Name] leaned in for a kiss. Their and his lips pressed against each other, both their hands now reaching for a spot on each other's bodies. 

[Name]'s body was burning. They needed him now.

With all the strength left inside their tired body, [Name] shoved him and themself backwards. A slight slap echoed through the room as his back hit the wall. The tip of their tongue pressed against his lips, waiting for P to understand the action or a moment where he would open his mouth just slightly enough to let their tongue sneak in. It was no surprise that the second possibility proved to be the true one. Without any hesitation, [Name] slid their tongue into his mouth, twirling it around his as if they were going to dance. Unfamiliar noises, noises they had never heard from him, escaped from his mouth. This tongue kiss was a foreign thing to him, but one that felt so right. He slowly began to mirror their action, swirling his tongue around theirs like a dance, toying with it. 

They both remained like this for some time until [Name] broke the kiss. Thin strands of salvia hung from both their lips, the young adult breathing heavily, and judging by the way he looked, P would probably be as well if he needed to breathe at all. Their eyes travelled over his body before grabbing his coat to help him pull it off. "Come on, love. Let's take this to the bed," [Name] whispered into his ear while they grabbed his hand.[Name] pulled him close enough to their bed before giving him a little shove. As he fell backwards into the soft mattress, his blue orbs still focused on them. If he were able to blush, he would now look like a ripe cherry.

P watched as their hands moved over their own body, tugging at each piece of cloth that covered their skin. The puppet's eyes grew wider and wider as one piece after another was removed from their body, leaving them with nothing but their natural beauty. "Do you like what you see, my love?", they asked with a cheeky smile on their face. Slowly moving closer, kneeling down on the bed right beside both of his legs. [Name] settled where his crotch would be, rubbing their lower half against his. They knew P isn't built after the normal human anatomy, certain human parts aren't necessary for a puppet like him but they didn't care. They would get pleasure from each other in a different way.

[Name] leaned forward, their bare chest pressed against his. A few strands of his chestnut hair finding its way between their fingers. They played with them for a few seconds before planting a soft kiss on top of the strands. "You're so beautiful P, like a dream in the shape of a person, like a light that keeps you secure in the dark. You are truly amazing, my love".Their attention returned to his face, watching his reaction. P looked confused but also charmed, something she could see in his sparkling blue eyes. [Name] moved their face once more closer, planting a kiss on his lips before moving them along his throat, stopping at his chest. Fingers finding their way under his shirt, carefully pushing it up to pull it off his body in one swift motion.

His chest was incredible. The skin looked so soft, so radiant and untouched. It felt like they were looking at an ancient painting. A painting that summed up the word 'beauty'. [Name]'s fingertips rubbed circles into his skin, poking him just slightly to see if he would react, and to their surprise, he did. Soft, short gasps left his lips and his back arched slightly the more they touched him. It was a delicious, alluring and erotic view, one that made the feeling inside them burn even more. [Name]'s hands found their way into his pants, pulling them down by the waistband. Leaving the puppet exposed in all his naked glory. 

Even without any sexual human parts, with no cock between his legs, he still made them lose their mind. A short moan left [Name]'s lips, a blush spreading across their face. They couldn't contain themself any longer. "P, my love, look at me. Look what you are doing to me." The young adult pressed their knees deeper into the mattress, moving their hips back and forth, grinding their body against his body. [Name] felt the slight shape of a bulge beneath them, perhaps meant to express a certain masculinity in the puppet's form, pressing against their sensitive parts. Their hands grabbed his hips, using them to pull themself deeper into his frame. He observed them satisfying their needs with his body, while they gave him the pleasure of watching them in return. The puppet's eyes glowed in a bright shade of blue, words tried to leave his usually quiet throat, but he couldn't. The sight of his lover took his breath away. 

"P... P!" they moaned over and over again. His name falling from their lips as if it was part of a beautiful song, sung by them. He watched as their genitals rubbed more and more against his artificial skin, leaving a wet trail which seemed to shimmer faintly on his skin. Their body bounced with every movement, making him realize how perfectly shape they are. The puppet loved watching [Name] show themself to him in such an erotic way. P could feel a certain sensation running through his springs as he kept his eyes on them. He was certain that if he was more human, he would feel the same way, he would feel aroused. 

As he watched them continue to pleasure themself with his body, a certain desire began to grow within him. A desire to be part of the act itself. Away from watching and enjoying the show, to be part of their pleasure. P placed one of his hands on their lower body, halting their movement. He could sense the uncomfortable feeling behind their eyes, a bad moment to stop their pleasure, but he had to do it. With his other hand, he carefully pushed them off his body, letting their body drop down beside him. [Name] was about to raise their voice but was stopped by the feeling of cold metal touching their genitals, rubbing it gently before entering their opening with his fingers "P! Ahhh... there. Yes, right there!".

His action was a little surprising. But not as surprising as the fact that he knew almost immediately where to place his fingers. P's fingers were gentle, carefully exploring their inside. Fingertips rubbing along their walls, looking for the spot which would bring them true pleasure. The puppet seemed to have grasped the concept of finger fucking far too quickly.

They moaned louder and louder, almost singing to him. His name echoed through the room. Over and over again. He began to move his fingers faster, stronger. The springs in his body almost burst at the sight of his lover in total ecstasy. His lips also tried to please his lover with wet tongue kisses, following the rhythm of his fingers. The puppet desired all of it.

[Name]'s nails sank into his back, their body trembling and their moans became choppy. With one last call of his name, they came. Their juice coated the sheets. For a moment they closed their eyes, only to open them again to see their lover curiously holding up his fingers soaked in their juice. The faintest smile on his face. As if he appreciated the result of his actions. [Name] pulled his hand away from his eyes, forcing him to look at them. Without any hesitation, they took his fingers into their mouths, licking off their own juice, aware by the way he looked that his springs were responding again.

"My love...you are so good to me. But I'm certain. We could do even more, P."

[merganalogy]

Part 1

Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

This takes place in the early 1900

“I thought you were dead,” he murmured, his voice a fragile thread woven through the centuries. For two thousand years, they had not crossed paths, and yet, the first words to escape his lips were as sharp as the sword that had once pierced her.

His rudeness was understandable, she mused. After all, he had thrust that very sword through her midsection during their last encounter. Morgana stepped closer, her gaze unyielding.

Was he ashamed of his failure to end her life, or merely unsettled by her unexpected presence?

His eyes avoided hers, but she persisted.

“How is it possible?” he finally whispered.

Ignoring the bouquet of flowers she had brought—flowers he hadn’t even acknowledged—Morgana considered throwing them at his face. With just one eye, he wouldn’t dodge them easily.

She retrieved a nearby chair, her tone dripping with wry amusement. “Honestly, Merlin,” she said, “for someone once revered by druids, your naivety remains astonishing.” She waved the flowers before practically tossing them at his lap. “A token for you.”

He used to give her flowers. She was merely returning the favour.

There were other favours she would love to return as well but those needed to wait.

His confusion was almost endearing. “I don’t understand,” he confessed, voice lowered. “I killed…you.”

She corrected him gently. “Stabbed. Fatally. But stabbed.” Her near-death experience had been more complex than mere mortality.

His gaze met hers at last. “I watched you die.”

Suppressing her cheerfulness, Morgana revealed her secret. “Almost die,” she clarified. “Dark magic has its perks—it anchors the soul even in death. And having a dragon on your side helps.” She leaned in, her smile sharp. “My dragon succeeded where yours faltered.”

“Aithusa? What did she do?”

She nodded, her eyes holding ancient secrets. “She led me to Avalon,” Morgana replied. “Healed my wounds—at a cost, of course, but one I willingly paid.”

His curiosity stirred. Here she was standing before him, veiled in mystery.

With a graceful adjustment of her dress, Morgana rose. “Visiting hours are nearly over,” she announced. “I must leave.”

His objection died on his lips. “Tomorrow,” she promised, her gaze unwavering. “Perhaps we can mend that eye of yours.”

From this list, send me a prompt if you'd like.

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can’t spell “Five nights at Freddy’s” without GAY

(Based off @/flashcs5 post)

[hellspawnmotel]

intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

[nikki-rook]

smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation

[vaszametili]

obiwan leades anakin to the council 21 BBY holophoto in color

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[isjasz]

Join us and die 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

My piece for @trafficzine 5th edition!! Go check out the whole zine 🫵

[buggachat]

something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.

But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin

[josukespimphand]

I haven't posted in a while but <333

[ewe-why]

Do not separate.

Also there is this extra:

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I call this one "Double Kill"

[ID. First panel, Nino sits at his and Adrien's table in school, he's angled to face Adrien, his right arm resting on the back of their bench and his left hand on the table. He's saying "I still can't believe I got Rose with "Ligma"..." with his eyes closed. There's a small amount of text next to his head that reads: "It was funny, but I still feel bad..." indicating he's saying it under his breath. Him saying this gets Adrien's attention.

Second panel, Adrien is facing forward at Nino. His face is set in a worried smile as he asks, "What's "Ligma"? Is it serious?".

Third panel, Wide shot of them at their desk, showing Marinette and Alya at their table as well, looking down at them. Adrien keeps an expression of now confused worry as Nino looks at him with an open mouth. Marinette is looking down at Adrien with both hands over her mouth as her shoulders shake with contained laughter. Alya is also covering her mouth, but her joy is less contained as she smiles. The word "SPEECHLESS" is written above them to help get the surprise the three of them feel across.

Fourth panel, a shot of Adrien alone, facing forward and covering his face in embarrassment as the statement, "Just found out what Ligma is" is pointed to him in a looping arrow.

Fifth panel, a wide shot of Ladybug and Chat Noir sitting on the edge of a building together. Chat Noir is sitting criss cross with his hands resting on his thighs, sitting forward a bit to show that he's listening to Ladybug. Ladybug is much more relaxed, leaning back on her right hand and holding her left hand up casually. She's smiling as she recalls: "And then he fell for Ligma! I feel bad, but I kinda wanna see if he'll also fall for "Candace"..."

Sixth panel, Chat Noir is now crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow, squinting his eyes, and tilting his head. His right cat ear tilts as well, while his left one stays straight. The words: "Skeptical but curious" are pointed at him with a straight arrow. He's saying, "And who's "Candace"?"

Seventh panel, Ladybug is looking at Chat Noir with a shocked expression, her eyebrows raised and her jaw dropped. She's sitting straighter, her hand is still resting on the ledge, but it's no longer supporting her. The same "SPEECHLESS" is floating above her as it was seen in the third panel, to show just how shocked she truly is.

Eighth panel, Chat Noir is sitting with his knees up to his chest as he covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. His ears are flattened and his tail is curled around his ankles. The words "Just found out who Candace is" is pointed at him with a straight arrow. End ID]