#it’s cold outside and im in my feelins

[flayedintheusa]

Stop.

Don’t act like you’re Big

In a small-minded world

When when mine was made

Shattered.

Don’t look at me

Like I’m the one

Who left you alone

Shattered.

Don’t come to me

Like I’m the one who

Took everything and made you

Shattered.

Don’t lift me up

When you broke me down

And made me to be

Shattered.

I had wants. I had needs.

I had hopes. I had dreams.

I became things I never wanted to be.

I took love and I took life.

And yet, I’m the one who died.

Small. Alone. Taken. Broken.

Shattered.

Dear everyone who ever let me down— B.H.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi! Love ur work btw.

But i was wondering if you could do a 141 + könig, alejandro, rudy headcannons/reactions or even short story of yn having gotten a tongue piercing? Or having one thats healed? Like yn just casually rolling the bar across their lips or their enjoying ice cream and theres a divet in the ice cream or whatever.

Could be funny, nsfw/sfw/etc. I could use anything tbh bc i legit bit my tongue bar today and it tugged hard enough to cause my tongue to bleed

I got my feb 7th bc they were doing deals where all piercings were 25$ so i went and got mine done, now i feel like a bad bitch and gotta change my tongue bar to a smaller size so im feelin the need to see work that shows yn w/ piercings that arent the standard lobes

Love that you feel like a bad bitch 😏 of course I’ll definitely do this feel like I’ll do different piercings for different ones but I will act the tongue one to each so there are two types also glad you like my work! :)

Ghost

The way he finds out is probably your both snipers and your both at the shooting range together

He’s watching you closely to see if you need any help although he’s proud to say you don’t need any help

He goes over to you after your finished shooting as he walks over you take your soundproof headphones off

As he walks over he’ll compliment you and how well you did

He’ll go for a kiss but before that he brushes a few strands of hair behind you ear to find a industrial piercing

He’ll raise an eyebrow and ask when you had it done

But once he found out you had that, for him it made you even prettier

With tongue he’ll probably find out through kissing you

Like you’d probably me making out and he feels something that’s a bit cold and ball like

So he’ll stop what he’s doing and ask you to stick your tongue out

You’ll smirk and show him your younger piercing

Definitely finds you even more attractive

He’ll probably ask you what it feels like and how you can eat with it

As he now realises that you have a tongue piercing he’ll start to see it more often throughout the day and he still questions how he hasn’t realised it

Soap

The way he finds out you have a septum piercing is when it falls down during combat training

He’ll say something like when the bloody hell did you get that piercing he is very questionable

As you tell him stuff about the piercing he’ll probably stare at it but he’s definitely into it no doubt

Finds it cool as it suits you he also looks for cool replaceable piercings as a gift

Loves the idea of you with piercings if you want more he’s definitely up to buy them for you and will go and hold you hand

For a tongue he’d find out through going on a date since he got back from his job and the date is at a ice cream parlour that recently opened near your house

You decided to go with a cone as he had a tub you got your favourite flavour of ice cream while he got his

You both sat in a booth and started up a conversation and eat your ice creams

You had licked a part of your ice cream and it had gone on your nose

You both laughed and you tried to lick it on of your nose

That’s when he realised he probably asked when you got the piercing done and if it was healed

You told him it was a spontaneous act with a friend and you both love the piercings

Gaz

The way he finds out you have a belly piercing is when you were both together

You were both outside on a hot day

You were lifting your shirt up to wipe some sweat from your forehead and he saw your cool piercing

He was shocked not thinking you were into piercings that much but guess he’s wrong

For a tongue he found out from brushing you teeth

You were both in the bathroom getting ready for the day and as you brushed your teeth he noticed a small dark ball on your tongue then he noticed it was a piercing

He likes the idea you have piercings he’s totally up for you having them and finds it attractive

Price

He finds out you have a Medusa piercing is at first he thought it was like some peculiar birth mark or beauty spot

But one day you had changed it to a different colour so he had asked what it was as he has never seen anyone with that piercing before

Of course he was curious so he would ask about it. The usual dad/husband type of questions. E.g did it hurt?, how did they do it?, how long did it take?, etc.

If you have a tongue piercing he’ll find out by using an old saying (think it’s a British thing idk if it’s anywhere else that say it as often)

One time he thought you were lying about something so he said stick your tongue out let me see if it’s black (lying)

And so you did and his eyes widen at your hidden piercing

Alejandro

He finds out you have nipple piercings by seeing the small balls bulge out of your white tank top/cami when it was a summers day

He was shocked to say the least yet felt attracted towards it even more

He asked about it and wanted to know if it had hurt I mean of course he’d as cause they probably did or well look like they would

He finds out you have a tongue piercing through showing him your new lip scrum that’s edible (had this for my birthday it’s so cool!)

You tell him about it then show him and as you licked it off you could see the bar running across you lips

Rudy

He finds out you have a nose piercing is well looking at you.

It was when he came back from his job you told him to cover his eyes as a surprise and also you had bought him a gift

He found it so beautiful on you it had suited your face so well he loved it

If you had a tongue piercing he’d find out by you little thing you did also like a tick in your head

When you’d be concentrating on something really hard you’d stick your tongue out not like complete out obvious 😂

But when you got a piercing you would do it and the bar would stick out and that’s when he noticed as he looked over to see if you wanted a drink he saw the piercing

Once again he loved it and found it beautiful on you

König

He found out you had a helix piercing done is by brushing your strands of hair behind your ear like Ghost

He said something like when did you get this Meine Liebe? (my love) it’s so beautiful

He’d make you blush and giggle on the inside at how amazed he was at the piercing

Same with the tongue when he found out he was amazed not just about how pretty you looked with it but also because of how strong you are as he’d never even think of sticking a needle through his tongue

Loves the idea of you having piercings whatever one you want you’d ask him if he liked it and wouldn’t mind you getting it and he’s completely up for it he’d even drive you but wouldn’t sit in the room cause he’d be panicking more than you would (even if you don’t panic)

Hope you like it!

If you feel or want to send me a request or message feel free I’m all ears even if it’s completely random I’ll try my best to make it work!

Have a good day/night! :D

[abilouwrites]

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

J. Drysdale

My head pounds in my eyes and sheets scratch against smooth legs, a bare stomach and chest. There’s mascara and lipstick running down my face, across my cheeks.

I don’t want to get up, I want to stay in this bed forever. It’s comfy and soft, and if I move I might barf.

The covers open from behind me and I gasp at the rush of cold air, finally opening my eyes. I see hockey sticks, some pucks, shirts and sweats strewn on the floor. I find my jeans, bra, shirt and other clothes on the ground.

My body aches as I slowly rise up, seeing a somewhat tall man rubbing his eyes and pulling his boxers up and grabbing his phone and walking out the door.

I’m quick to follow him, zipping my jeans up and pulling a shirt over my head. My jeans swish against eachother as I make my way outside of the room.

I stumble through the kitchen, blinking hard at the bright lights and chatter of young adult boys, grabbing keys and pouring coffee into travel mugs.

“‘Mornin” I hear a voice from behind as I receive a kiss on the cheek and a proud smack on the ass, “had fun?”

“From what I remember” I state grabbing my jacket that was laid on the couch, “maybe I’ll see you around”

I nurse my hangover from my own apartment, blinds drawn and lights all shut off. I’m trying to sleep through the day, only god knows how grateful I am that it’s a weekend.

My Friday nights are usually wild, on an off hooking up with Jamie Drysdale. He wants to be official; it’s clear and shamefully obvious that we’re both into each other. But my friends and most people who know me; see that I shy away from dating people.

Sometimes; if we don’t party too hard on Friday, after his Saturday practice he comes over. He knows I’m a lightweight; if I get lucky he might help my hangover. But usually I’m alright enough to watch a romcom with him.

But today; I’m much more exhausted than I usually am, tequila and vodka does that to you when you’re barely 21. It’s 2PM when he knocks on my door, and I crawl to open it.

“Hey sweetdoll, you feelin alright” he asks, gently kissing my temple and inviting himself inside, “you want me to pick up some of that ramen you like?”

“Uh, yeah.. yeah that would be really nice” I grumble following him inside as he sits down on my couch.

“Why don’t you want to go official with me?” He asks softly, he looks at me with those big eyes that I can’t ever look away from

“Im scared… people love you, and they love me so much less” I confide in him, as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me closer into him.

“That.. I’d never thought of it that way” he rubs my shoulder and kisses my cheek, resting his head on mine.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I just need more time” I whisper against his skin

“All the time in the world, Sweetdoll”

[first-edition]

Beauty

Roman Godfrey x reader 

While driving home you see roman walking alone, after he’s been missing, in the icy rain and you take him home.

CW- smut, PinV, oral fem! Rec, fingering, dirty talk, semi-noncon, unprotected Brief mention of self harm.

!!!!THIS IS A SMUT CONTAINING SEXAUL ELEMENTS MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!

You drive the heat in your car blasting as its so cold outside and its raining. You music softly playing as you hum along to it. You look over seeing someone walking along the long stretch of road completely soaked. 

Getting closer yo can see its roman his arms wrapped around himself cold. Immediately you pull over rolling down the window. 

“Roman!? What are you doing.” You cal to him he stops and looks at you his face is flushed red from the cold an he looks like a wet puppy shivering. 

Without thinking you got out of your car and run to him. 

“where’ve you been you’ve been gone for three days.” You say putting your hands on his face feelin how cold he is against your warm hands to which he leans into your touch. 

“come on.” You say opening yout car door sitting him inside before running around and getting in yourself driving off to his house.

———

You set him down on the side of the bed after hes removed his wet clothes leaving himself in sweats and wrapped in a blanket. You’ve changed into one of his tshirts and your underwear. 

You sit across from him the blank stare still on his face. 

“what’s wrong?” You ask as he bursts into a sob. You hurry to him putting your hand on his cheek again this time clearly seeing the bandaged gash on his chest. 

“R-Roman what happened? What did you do?” You ask turning his face to you.

“im ugly..” he mumbles.    “what?” You ask.

“im an ugly person…im ugly.” He says

“Roman..” you say moving his hair from his face. 

“Today…m-my mom told me i have an ugliness that’s i-impossible to love.” He says wiping off his cheek. 

“that’s not true…Roman look at me. Please.” You reply as his eyes look at you. 

“you know i love you…you being gone for three days scared the shit outta me. I was looking for you everywhere. Peter and i were looking for you. How could you say that?”  “yes it is its true.”  “Roman! I love you!” You repeat. 

He looks at you nodding 

“i-i know…im sorry i left i shouldnt have left you.” He says 

“its okay.” You say 

“i love you too.” He says putting his forehead against yours. Before pecking your lips a few times. You pull back realizing what could happen. 

“r-Roman.” You shake your head. 

“please..please…” he whimpers. Making your heart melt for your boyfriend. Causing you to smash your lips against his. He grips your waist pulling you up as your fall back onto the bed taking off your shirt. His lips hungrily kiss your neck and chest as he throws the blanket off him. 

“ah fuck..” you gasp as his lips attach to your nipple sucking and swirling his tounge. 

Your fingers run through his hair. His hands move down your body pulling off your underwear pushing your thighs apart dipping his middle finger into you and curling it up hitting your g-spot. 

“Ngh ah!” You moan making him enter another finger. Beginning to fuck you with it. 

“Please ah r-Roman please!” You whimper as he kisses down your body resting between your legs his tongue licking up your slit as his lips attaché d around your bud. The pleausre of his long slender fingers curling and thrusting into your walls and the sucking of his lips on your clit send your into heaven. 

His other hand grips your Breast as your back arches from all the pleausre. 

As you moan out his name. He pulls back from you sitting up letting you catch your breath. His pushes his hair back and licks your slick off his fingers as his eyes are glued to your body bruises on your neck and breast from him already formed. Turning him on of how fragile you are to him wanting to destroy you and claim you more than he already has in the past year you’ve been together. He pulls off the sweatpants discarding them somewhere on the floor.

His hand wraps around your throat while his other pushes your wrists together hands above your head. 

His eyes dark with lust as he leans over you kissing your forehead. Before leaning down to your ear. 

“you’re gonna scream for me.” He says hardly. 

“w-what?” You breath out. 

“you…are going to scream. For me.” He says harshly before roughly thrusting his hardened dick into your pussy. 

A moan scream leaves your mouth your legs shut around his waist. Making him thrust deeper into you.

“R-Roman, Ah, Wait!” You exclaim as he rams his cock into you over and over. 

He sits back his hand attached to your throat as he fucks you. 

“scream bitch.” He tightens his grip. 

“AH R-ROMAN!” You whimper tears running down your face. 

“fuck yes.” He huffs. 

“R-ROMAN NGH PLEASE…S-STOP” pleausre surges through your body making you clench around him cumming your eyes rolling back. 

He chuckles as your disheveled state pulling out of you and turning you over. He pulls your ass up in the air as you grip on to the bed post as he enters your cunt again. Thrusting just a rooughly as before. 

He kisses, nips, sucks, and bite at your shoulders and back giving your ass cheeks a slap every now and then. Making you moan his name.

Cumming for the third time he pushes deep into you hitting your cervix and more then bottoming out in you as your pussy consumes his entire large dick as he Cums deeply in you. With a groan. 

Pulling out of you his cum leaks down your leg making him push his finger into you pushing his seed back in. Before setting you down both your chest heaving. He leans down leaving kisses on your face and whispers sweet things telling how good you are to him. How much he loves you. how good you make him feel all making you smile. 

[rubberduckrobin]

hi there im feelin a bit blue, i wonder if u can do some belphie comfort writing? like when uve just had a terrible day feelin like everything downed on u and u came to him for console :,) hes my favorite character so if u do it tyvm! if u dont thats perfectly ok too!

Hey Anon! Tysm for this request - it means a lot to me! I’m sorry to hear you haven’t been feeling good but I hope you’re doing alright <3

Enjoy the fic! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Belphegor x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff, comfort

Word count: Around 1k. (rounded up)

Summary: After a long, difficult day you seek out Belphie for comfort, hoping that you’ll find what was missing from your day, in the warmth of his arms.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51474559

TW: Nothing I can think of.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓

Prologue:

Please love me. Please tell me you love me. Please tell me you love me and brush my tears away. 

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Part 1: The dark stormy clouds bring satisfied fields of flowers. 

Fortune is something you believe in. And from the moment you woke up, you knew you weren’t on cruel luck's side. 

Even your morning’s dream was a nightmare. Even the little comfort you found in the day’s rainy skies, your favourite type of weather, cannot overcome the underlying feeling of needing something more. 

Needing to let out anger, at the strangers that pushed against you, let out sadness at the loss of the day that could have been productive.

You need something.

Today was awful. Today was a day you wish hadn’t happened. 

But a part of you knows that seeking comfort in Belphegor afterwards is what would make it so…worth it. 

You hate feeling as though you’re taking advantage, and that you shouldn’t want to have such a terrible day just to be able to come to Belphie for help, but his warmth is irresistible, like a blanket in bitter cold. 

This wasn’t the first time you found yourself outside his room, staring blankly at his doorknob, a debate with two sides of your brain, the ‘considerate’ and the ‘selfish’.

Should I knock? Should I leave? 

If he denies your presence, you’ll be left empty, unloved, another reason for wanting the horrible day to end and for the earth to cave in under your feet. 

However, he could also be the one to stop everything; your memories of the people that pushed past you, the lack of effort you put into your work, the torment you endured from family, acquaintances, friends. Everything. Everything that happened.

The doorknob clicks open.

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Part 2: Security Blanket

As you reach for the door, it opens from the other side.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Your swollen-eyed gaze meets Belphegors and it only takes him a moment to realise what’s happening.

“Another one of those days, huh?”

You can’t respond.

Everything…

“Alright. Come in.”

Everything…

Belphie wraps around you by the waist almost instantaneously, cold hands curling warmly around your stomach; his warmed breath paces against the line of your neck, tickling you gently. 

He runs circles on your back whilst leading you towards his bed. 

“I was just feeling sleepy. I’m glad to have a new pillow.”

Still holding your hand, he gets under his duvet, ushering you in with soft breaths. 

Everything…

You’re pulled into the comfort of his blanket, and he repositions his arms to be around your torso again, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Mm.”

Everything…

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” he asks, in nothing more than a whisper.

“It’s just…not a good day today.”

“Alright…do you want to stay here with me? Like this?”

“…yes.”

Everything.

Time stops. Memories stop. 

It’s only you and him. 

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Part 3: As gentle as mournful melodies tribute to joy. 

He begins to hum, the vibrations running down your aching body. 

The song is not one you know, but it provides a sense of familiarity. It’s similar to the feeling of completing something small, like a puzzle, or something big, like your day. 

As he runs his hands through your hair, you find your mind to be indulged in nothing but the sensation. The feeling of his fingers winding their way through each strand, the pause when he goes to start from your scalp again.

You feel pampered.

Everything.

Through newfound drowsy thoughts, you begin to speak.

“Everything today was just so…”

Before you can find the word to complete it, he speaks.

“Difficult? …mm…”

“Like the world was…”

“…Against you?”

“No. More like…crashing in on me. But yeah, that too.”

“Okay. It’s okay. That’s life…”

“Life sucks then.”

“Yeah…it really does.”

Everything.

“…what can make it better?”

“I don’t know.”

“…is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alright. Do you want to sleep? …Or talk?”

 “I don’t…”

“Know?” His laughs are muffled against your body and your heart just melts - you’re so lucky to have him.

It’s unusual how you aren’t anything more than friends, but you are together as though more. His tenderness as he holds you seems more than just what you are labelled. 

“Hey, Belphie?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you think its weird to be like…this? You know…”

“Huh? Oh. No? You were upset. And you looked exhausted. I don’t see a problem with this.”

“Don’t you think this is something for couples?”

“No. But…”

“But?”

“It’s nothing, go to sleep. You’re tired.”

Nothing more is needed to be said, and nothing more is to be done, aside from you just staying in his arms as you dream.

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Part 4: Dreams.

I dream of idle moments in your arms. The weight of your body against mine. The sink of my heart before the flutter. The stars in the sky as you watch with glistening eyes.

I think of how stupid this is, how stupid this all is. How ridiculous it is to think such romanticised thoughts.

Then I think of you.

Everything stops and all there is is my heartbeat against yours. 

Nothing less, nothing more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᶻ 𝗓

End Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed it! To whoever is reading this: please be kind to yourself and have a great day/night! :)

[lvxybby]

Music Ties (kurt Cobain X fem! reader) (pt9?)

Y/N's Pov: Kurt lied on his bed holding his stomach and accepting the pain. "kurt...you poor thing" i said walking over to him. dave and krist left the room, leaving us alone. my hand grazed through his hair. i gently pet him. he looked sad and full of discomfort. he hummed a bit and adjusted closer to me. soon krist walked back in with the bucket and some things to help kurt. krist set them down and sat next to kurt. "how you feelin' man?" he asked kurt. "total shit..." kurt replied. "ok...just get some rest ok dude" krist said "okay" kurt replied. kurt moved some more to get under his blankets. he snuggled under them and lied there staring at me. he looked so adorable lying there with his big blue eyes. like a puppy. "im sorry" he spoke "for what?" i asked confused. "for being weird" he said breaking eye contact. "oh kurt your not weird..." i said rubbing his cheek. he stayed silent before talking again "its just that...i feel that my stomach issue is weird" he said looking at me again "kurt i know you cant help it...i dont think its weird at all...not one bit" i said giving him a smile. "i.....i really hate being sick but im scared that if i get rid of my problems i wont be as creative..." he said. "well...you can write songs about what it was like to be in that horrible pain...that discomfort for so long...then you have a huge topic you can write songs about. i believe its such a big topic that you can make a whole album about it. and another thing is your creativeness isnt in your pain its in your head. whatever you got going on in there is genius kurt...its lovely that you can think so much...." i said. my hand cupped his face. our relationship was growing by the second. we were getting closer and closer. it was almost too fast. we stared at each other before kurt spoke again "this is...awkward...." he said looking away. "i know...just get some rest" i said placing a kiss on his head before walking out. holy shit i just kissed him. did he like it? will he hate it? does he even like me? i cant think straight. i need some fresh air. i walked outside and patted my sides for my cigarettes, but they weren't there. right...they're in my car. i pulled my keys from my pockets and went out to my car. i unlocked it and sat in the seat, looking for my pack. it was really cold so i shut my door and cranked the car while i looked to keep warm.

Kurts POV: she kissed me...oh fuck...it was so nice....i want to see her... and talk to her. i heard the front door open and close. who went outside? i slowly shuffled over to my window and saw Y/N in her car. it was cranked and she looked in a rush. was she leaving me...? that horrible feeling overwhelmed me. i dont want her to leave. was my stomach issue too weird for her? was it because im a moody mess and constantly changing moods because im a stupid bipolar fuck? was it the kiss? i dont know. but sadness has flowed into my thoughts. im really close to her now.

[inmaki]

Hello Zuma !!!!!

I love your works, and am perpetually sick, so I wanted to send in a silly idea because even a cold can’t stop me from laughing at your smaus and tomfoolery and cheering me up !! So I wanted to share with you my JJK character thoughts (based on when I get super duper sick :((() because they might be interesting to you or smthn too !! Something silly >:]

I feel like if at any point their s/o tells them something like “I don’t want to sleep, what if I don’t wake up” while they’re super sick the jjk cast either start panicking or reassure them and then spend the whole night watching them (depending on who they are)!!! Actually nvm, they’re all paranoid (for good reason) so they’d all probably do both .

Like I can imagine someone like Maki going “You will wake up, don’t be dramatic just go to bed” but getting so scared by the thought that she follows up by asking to stay over to watch them throughout the night (Gojo doesn’t even ask he just pops in and says he’s staying over LOL)

Yuuta would probably . have an aneurysm. He’d start crying. Toge would be all funny and lighthearted abt it to their face but the moment they’re actually asleep, he can’t sleep himself and wakes up throughout the night to check their pulse. Nobara does something that’s like Toge’s response to it but like… more playfully mean, like she’d say “You’re not allowed to die, end of discussion!!”

Nanami would take their concerns so seriously he’s so 😭 He’d promise to be there when they wake up and even if he has work he contemplates calling in sick I’m crying !!!!! Megumi will summon his shikigami and let them cuddle them to sleep if it helps cause he doesn’t want them to be scared :( Yuuji being scared abt it too but then doing his best to try and cheer them up !! Says silly things like “I’ll fight your cold for you back babe, it’s ok!!”

Ok this is going on too long,,, I was gonna ask if you still take anons but this ask got too long sorryyyyy :[

THIS IS A SUPER LATE RPEP,T IM SO SORRY :( and yes im still taking anons if u wanna be one <3

STOP this idea is so cute tho 😭😭 ESPECIALLY MAKI UGH SHE WOULD BE FREAKING TF OUT ON THE INSIDE but would be so stubborn on the outside AND NOBARA. T-T AND MEGS SUMMONING HIS WOLVES AHABEHDJDHB im crying. that made me so soft I LOVE UR IDEAS SM i can tell that u know the characters vv well!!!

BTW. I RLLT HOPE UR FEELIN BETETR BY NOW ANON <\3 SORRY AGAIN

[sttoru]

😽 & 😘 for toji <3

HAIIII thank u 4 askinfggg >_<

😘: any pet names they call you? you call them?

aaaa so cute :3 uhhhm, toji mainly uses ‘pretty’, ‘doll’ or ‘babe’ . but tbh also uses ‘darlin’ later on in our relationship simply bcs he likes the way it easily rolls off the tongue . his fav is def ‘pretty’ tho

i call m ‘honey’ / baby’ & sometimes ‘hubby’ for the lollszz . maybe ‘handsome’ when im feelin like teasing him :p

😽: who likes PDA?

toji was not comfy with pda in the beginning of our relationship tbh like he wouldn’t even wanna hold hands and he’d simply just keep them in his pockets . but but ! he slowly yet surely began to put a hand on my waist or hip / hold my hand and warm it in his pocket (yk the classic; cold ‘n acts all tuff but eventually warms up & develops a soft spot 4 you and only you type of trope). and he secretly lovesss it whenever i give him a kiss on the cheeks / lips in public 😋😋 so yea he slowly started to enjoy pda simply bcs i like it & love to shower him in affection no matter if we’re in- or outside . and he does the same back in his own way teehee

selfship ask game !

[venusandsaturnsrings]

Life is so cruel my friend 😭 I got high for the first time and like, WOW SEX POLLEN IS REAL (at least for me) I was so horny I was genuinely on the edge of blacking out and trying so goddamn hard (and failing) not to pant and whine and squirm I JUST KNOW FUCKING WOULD BE SO INCREDIBLE AND IM SO SO NEEDY WHEN IM HIGH AND YET THERE IS NO ONE TO INDULGE ME. LIFE IS SUFFERING 😭/half joking

FIRST TIME?? congratulations!! here, i’ll share my story of the first time i smoked green. to set the stage, i’m like 15 at the time. i’m invited to a little get together with two people i was friends with at the time (one of which was arrested and out on bond for [REDACTED]* at the time, the other i met at school). there were three others there that i had never seen or met in my life and everyone had smoked before except for me. my first was a bong rip that was WAYYYY to long and deep so i was hacking for like 5 minutes afterwards. it was just a lil baby bong and they had packed it tight so after just that one hit, i was already feelin it. i took a couple more then me and the two ppl i was friends with headed out to meet up with some ppl that were booting for us. at the time, i was already dressing as whoreishly as i am now. 15 year old me is standing outside a strip club (this was in the seedy part of my town) with two other pathetic looking teens waiting for some guys to pull up and buy us booze. i was high and getting heckled to hell and back. the guys didn’t show up when they said they would so we walked back to the place we were at but grabbed boba at a little spot that was still open (it’s like 10pm in the dead of winter so absolutely FREEZING out). my friend gets a call a bit later from the guys saying they were finally there so we headed all the way back. i’m full of pot and boba and i’m cold. it was truly the experience of a life time!! anyways, congrats, i get the same way when high LMAO but i usually do edibles or oils instead of smoking just bc i hate the way smoke clings :p

*genuinely can’t disclose the crime on public platforms LMAO moots dm me if u wanna know bc it gets crazier <3

[gandreida]

will you tell the story of driving nearly an entire day for a kiss?

Okay it was a little exaggerated 😅

Back in 2021 I, like so many others, was having a bit of a hard time staying alive and I really consider that February to be the lowest point my mental health ever had the displeasure of reaching, plus I was emotionally raw from a previous relationship.

I met someone online around that time who lived down in LA and we quickly formed a fun dynamic where we’d just pretend to fight all the time. I’d send lots of quick lil videos throughout my day but we weren’t dating but we might as well have been.

April rolls around and I’m like “Hey I’m driving 10 hours to go to the Bay Area for a weekend in June, maybe I could visit you in L.A. for the rest of the week?” which is only an extra 6 hours to the trip but 🤷‍♀️ plus it was right after the covid vaccines came out so everything was kinda perfect

June comes, visit my friend, start makin’ my way down, get nervous thinking how I’ve never been so far from home while alone, almost turned back even!! I ended up out in front of their house though and when they came out I was too excited to do anything except smile. After like 30 seconds of awkward talking I lunged for a hug and made them spill their soda water

We went straight to the shed out back behind their house and just were talkin. I couldn’t keep up w/ our Hate Based Dialogue, it felt weird in person so I was just kinda quiet.

They mentioned that they kinda wanted to go to the store and I was like hey cool I’ll come w/ and they said they wanted to go alone and I was just stunned, like my whole person just felt cold as they walked out of the shed leaving me alone. I went to lie down and go to sleep when like a minute later they came back and were like “forgot somethin”

I just was like oh okay cool! and tried to go back to sleep and they immediately were like “that was a bit it was a bit are you sad omg im sorry” and started making fun just like “oh so i leave and your tactic is ‘🥺 im SAAAAAD i will lie down to get sympathy and seem pathetic’ youre a joke” and at that point I was feelin better knowin they were just fuckin around. Their deadpan humor far exceeeded mine which was kinda fun but jesus 😵‍💫

we spent the rest of the day in bed just watching movies while they just gave me a massage for what was like idek how many hours. Let friends know I was safe and that I’m glad I came, fall asleep.

I arrived Monday morning, come wednesday evening I’m crying because I’m like “the weeks half over, what time I have left with them is less than the time I’ve already spent. I don’t want to go home” ‘cause at home I just didn’t feel loved it was all very sad (everything regarding my 2021 home issues have been completely and entirely resolved. Me & my friends are built different)

We spent the first couple o’ days outside in San Diego swimmin’ around and walkin’ at night and sleeping on some pretty uncomfortable concrete then when we got back to LA we just stayed in for the most part ‘cause there was a heatwave and temps were up to like 110 and it just sapped me of all energy. It was nice though we just got to laze around all day in their mom’s shitty house that was falling apart (their mom wasn’t home for the week.)

I was meant to leave Friday so I could go home at a safe pace, but I resolved to stay another day as I didn’t want to fucking leave!! But I had work Sunday so my drive home Saturday had to be in one shot which took me 13 some odd hours ‘cause I had a lead foot and didn’t want to sleep in my car at a rest stop alone and w/o bed stuff

Anyway they talked me out of breaking up with them the following November and proceeded to nearly destroy my life through manipulative guilt trippy bullshit. Great musician though

[ghoulangerlee]

not quite the new year yet here in EST, but I'm gonna go ahead and make a lil post. on twitter i made a 2022 in photos tweet if you wanna peep that.

A lot of things have happened this year, to be honest, and yeah, stuff has been hard but I've persevered through it. Honestly, being able to end the year while getting a week vacation from work has been pretty nice, not gonna lie, even if I feel a little stir crazy because my daily schedule is thrown off so much haha.

Feels like a little reset where I'll go back to work ready to face whatever technological issue we run into. and putting together three different firewall+switch+ap setups for clients and trying to hire TWO techs

Anyway, the later part of this year has been pretty fun, especially discovering Ghost, because this has been a several month long hyperfixation that I don't see going away too soon haha.

I have a few ~resolutions~ for the new year but they're silly ones

play more video games

write more fics about copia and his ghouls bc im feelin a way abt them

I'm also open to making more friends haha, if you're ever in the realm of wanting to discuss the most off the wall Ghost theories, then I am Here for it.

all of that aside, here's to a happier, calmer 2023 that doesn't involve moving house while sick with COVID or having to change my car battery in pitch black darkness while it's cold outside haha.

[an-idiot-that-cannot-human]

the weather: *drastically drops in temperature*

my nose: so anyways, i started running

[rosierin]

weak dates, roommates, and bad fanfiction takes | suna rintarou

synopsis; suna picks you up after a dull date and as he drives you back home, you engage in a conversation about fanfics.

pairing; suna x gn!reader

genre; drabble, friends to lovers, roommate au

warnings; none

a/n; probably one of my fav suna fics so far >< it was actually inspired by one of @arquitecturadelanada's posts hehe, hope you guys enjoy it!

also no hate to wattpad users lmao, i too am guilty of reading that shit like the bible so i have no room to speak tbh

That clock must be wrong, you thought to yourself as your eyes once again flitted to the large, ornate clock displayed at the back of the restaurant. The arms indicated that it was barely past past nine, which felt oddly deceptive seeing as you had only just finished up the last of your starter. What a let down— only an hour in, and you could already sense that the date was going to be your last.

The man with which you were dining was by no means a bad guy. In fact, as the evening progressed you had come to find that he was very polite, and... Well that was it, just polite and overall very straight-laced to the point where talking with him felt more like a business meeting than an actual date. Then again, maybe that was just his vibe? He definitely seemed like a prim and proper kind of guy, and that suspicion was all but confirmed based off the breathtaking, high-end restaurant he had taken you to. It was one you had on your radar for a while actually, one that you and your friends had discussed potentially visiting once you had all graduated to treat yourselves. So, when your date pulled up in front of the three story, rooftop-seating-included, chandelier lit, gourmet food serving establishment, you almost choked on your own saliva.

But alas, other than the gorgeous venue and delicious food that you thoroughly enjoyed, you were sad to admit that there was a lack of sparks between you and your date. You were miles apart, but it was okay. You were glad to say you tried.

At least now you'd have something to brag about to your roommate.

*

Your meal ended after another glass of champagne that you dare'nt imagine the price of, and you were elated at the prospect of your date taking well to the fact that you just wanted to remain as friends. (Of course, things were unlikely to play out that way, but it still felt like the polite thing to say).

Then, after paying up you stepped outside into the cold, winter air, noticing your phone light up with a notification just as you were about to check the time.

From: Sunarin <3

how'd it go? smash or pass?

You :

sadly, pass. wasn't feelin it

Sunarin <3

ah

that sucks

want me to pick you up? im driving through town now

You :

hold that thought

Pocketing your phone, you turned to your date before he could lead you to his car.

"Hey, is it alright if we part ways here? I actually have somewhere to go before heading home." You hoped you didn't sound suspicious as you said this, but you were relieved when all your date did was smile, nodding at your request.

"Of course. Stay safe, and thank you for the lovely evening."

"Thank you. Drive safely." Smiling back, you waved as your date nodded his head before turning back towards his car. You waited until he was out of sight before pulling your phone back out and texting Suna, sending him your location.

You snorted when all he responded was: "the fuck?".

*

It only takes a few minutes before you see Suna walking up the street, jerking his head for you to follow him. As you do, you can't help but giggle as he gives you a disbelieving look.

"Don't tell me he took you in there?" He says, his eyebrows raised as he nods his head in direction of the fancy building you had been standing in front of.

You turn you nose up and flick your hair at his question. "Yup."

"Jesus Christ," is all he says, making you chuckle. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he leads you towards the dark car park around the corner. "He must have really liked you," he says, his eyes momentarily flitting over your face.

"That, or he's really frickin' loaded," you offer kind of offhandedly, not really sure on how to answer otherwise.

Beside you, you could hear Suna snigger. "Sure you don't wanna see him again, then?"

You scoff before lightly shoving his shoulder at the insinuation, an action which he barely reacts to, save for the smirk on his face. "Hey, I ain't no gold digger," you huff. "As I said, I just wasn't feeling it."

That's when you begin relaying the last few hours of your evening to him, explaining the lack of interest you seemingly had in each other and how you didn't wish to go on another date. Meanwhile, Suna hums along to your story, his voice deceptively disinterested but you've grown to know better. Truth is he's always listening, attentively in a way that he's subconsciously reserved for you.

"So yeah, that pretty much sums up my evening," you sigh, thankful when Suna's car finally comes into view, excited to finally taste some warmth. Admittedly it was kind of cold in the restaurant and outside was no better, the dry cold of November pinching at your skin and causing goosebumps to form on your bare arms. Perhaps a jacket would've been wise, after all...

Just as the thought crosses your mind you feel Suna wordelessly drape his across your shoulders before fishing his keys out from his jacket.

"Ah well. You win some, you lose some," he says, the sound of the car unlocking sounding throughout the carpark. You thank him as he reflexively opens your door on the way to his, and immediately you shudder as you sink down into the cold, leather seat, snuggling further into Suna's thick hoodie, its scent warm and familiar.

"For now I think I'll just stick to anime guys," you sigh.

Switching on the heating, Suna huffs out a laugh at your sarcasm. "Sounds like an Ao3 and Wattpad kind of night to me."

You scrunch your nose up at the latter option. "Ew, Suna, have some class. At least say Tumblr if you're gonna go down that route." You laugh as Suna raises one hand up in defense before resting it atop the gearstick, fiddling with it briefly before deftly reversing out of his spot.

Confessedly, it takes you a lot not to stare at his current form, one arm hooked around the back of your chair, his face illuminated by the dim streetlights, making him look all the more alluring. You've always thought Suna was attractive no matter the time of day, but something about seeing him basked in obscurity affected you differently. Perhaps it just fit his whole brooding vibe he had going on (which you knew was nothing more than an aesthetic, but still).

"Didn't know I was speaking with a fanfiction elitist," he snorts, eventually leaning back in his seat as he begins crusing down the highway back to your apartment. "If I'd have known I would've brought up the OG: Fanfiction.Net."

The mention of said website rouses you from any of your Suna-related thoughts and causes a gasp to fall from your mouth, having completely forgotten about its existence. In their place, memories of reading fanfics late into a school night come flooding back to your mind and you're pleasantly surprised when you catch Suna smirking to himself at having caught you off guard, seemingly content as you spin on your seat to face him, eyes bright with curiosity.

"You know about that??"

"Maybe."

This time, you straight up let your jaw drop into a goofy smile as Suna playfully drawls out his response. It may be dark inside his car but even in the obscurity you can make out his complacent expression. You're shamelessly excited and unbeknownst to him he had just dug himself a hole ready to be filled with a mountain of questions on your part, now extremely invested in this unexpected discovery.

"Does that mean you used to read fanfics, too? C'mon spill. I wanna know your taste. Were they reader inserts? Please tell me they were reader inserts—"

"They were not reader inserts."

"Aw, bummer." Laughing, Suna shakes his head at your eargerness, a look of subtle amusement playing on his features before he adds:

"I wasn't that desperate."

You gasp at the jab and pinch his forearm, eliciting a hiss from the brunette before he retaliates by catching your hand with his and pinning it against the center console.

Seizing this opportunity, you decide to interlace your fingers with his, mainly to see how he'd respond, only to smile when he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Alright then. So you used to read stuff between the actual characters from the show?"

"Mhmm. It was actually a girl from my class who got me into it. It was alright— made for a good time killer."

You could all but nod at his words, enjoying this conversation way more than you'd like to admit. "And? What about your tastes? What kind of AU's did you like?"

For a moment, you feel Suna tapping his finger against yours as he mulls over his answer, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Curiosity bubbles inside your stomach as you watch Suna formulate his answer, not expecting it to hit so close to home.

"Would you believed me if I said roommate AUs?"

You freeze. Okay, so his answer hadn't necessarily meant what you thought it did. It was just a coincidence that you happen to be under those exact same circumstances with the man that was currently driving you home. Even so, you couldn't help the butterflies that formed in your stomach the moment he uttered those words, nor could you prevent the blush creeping up to your cheeks at the idea you thought he could be implying.

"What makes you say that?" You venture, praying that he couldn't notice how clammy your hands were getting being held beneath his. It irks you how all of a sudden you could only focus on the way your fingers fit so casually together, now hyperaware of the feeling of his hand enveloping yours. What makes you even more flustered is the way he begins tapping on your fingers again, like he had somehow read your thoughts and wanted to bring even more attention to the contact between the both of you.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the build-up?" You listen carefully as he begins his explanation, hanging off his every word. "Or," he adds, his voice lowering into a teasing drawl. "Maybe it's the way your face went bright red as I said it. That was very cute of you, by the way."

"..."

This.

Freakin'.

Guy.

The speed at which you retract your hand from Suna's in order to mask the now crimson shade of red spreading across your face is comical. If it weren't for him driving, you would've most definitely given him a beating, instead settling for a snappy punch to his shoulder.

Suna's laughter rings out inside his car, the rare and bright sound doing little to quell your embarassement.

"You tricked me!"

During your little back and forth, you hadn't even realised Suna had already pulled up in your apartment building's parking lot, too focused on the coy pull of his lips as he unbuckles the clasp to his seatbelt.

"Trick you? Me?" You roll your eyes as Suna's deadpan voice tries feigning ignorance, deciding that the look doesn't suit him in the slightest. "Never." He jests, only to swiftly flick your nose before you could retort anything back.

"'Maybe it's the build-up', he says." You huff to yourself as you climb out of Suna's car. He may or may not have been joking, nonetheless as you walk behind your roommate with a tight feeling in your chest, you can't help but wonder just how long your build-up will be until the day he finally realises your feelings.

[popquizhot-shot]

Heyo! I saw that you have your requests for Kaz x Reader and of course i Couldn't help myself since i realllllyy love the stories you write and i want to see your beautiful talent at work again :X How about Reader being a special kind of Grisha but like Kaz's right hand and personal "dangerous weapon" and her/they being super smart, very Kaz like in thinking and cold sometimes but also like a mother to the Dregs. Maybe a bit angsty but KAz confesses in his very own "Kaz" way :) Love you!!!!!

Recent Actions -Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Hi thank you so much for the kind words<3 and IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. love you too!! I loved writing this! hope you like it! I've made the reader an energy summoner, basically Wanda, except the energy is blackk

warning: catcalling, some creepy men, asses in general, harassment(for one second), that’s all dw

The Crow Club was filled with noise. The chatter of pigeons, the clink of coins, the spin of Makker’s wheel, and the occasional catcall that made you turn your head to look at the unfortunate soul you would have to beat up.

You groaned and set your drink on the bar counter,and headed for the creep that hit on the waitress, Krida, who looked really uncomfortable.

“Everything okay here?” you looked at Krida, who was trembling.

“Yes it is, now that you’re here.” the man flirted, obviously drunk, otherwise he was either a foreigner or a fool.

You raised an eyebrow, “I wasn’t asking you. Are you okay Krida?” you emphasized the girl’s name.

“ A-all good.” she answered, smiling a little in gratitude and turned around to leave, when the man took the opportunity to grope her backside.

“ Okay that’s it, Krida, head to the bar, sit there and order whatever you want, it’s on me. You sir,” you grab the man’s collar and force him to look at you, “ You and I are going to have a little chat.”

You dragged him outside the Club to an alleyway and braced him against a wall.

“You trying to tumble me?” The man flirted again.

“ Listen here.” you hissed, your eyes turning black, “ You know  what they call me?” you raised your left hand, a black swirl of energy forming, the man’s eyes widened and he started to struggle from your grip.

“ Ah Ah Ah, no no.” the energy from your palm moving like smoke and holding him in place as he started whimpering, “ That question wasn’t rhetorical, answer me.”

“ I-I-I d-don’t kn-now.” the man stammered.

You tilted your head, your eyes glinting dangerously. You leaned closer.

“They call me Morana.”

The man froze, “Sankta Morana of  Winter and Death.”

“ Precisely.” you crooned, “ Now, unless you want to die at the hans of a saint, I suggest you leave now before I kill you.”

The man cowered for a few moments, before breaking into a jog in the opposite direction.

You turned to look at the dark of the alleyway, “ Really? We both know spying is best left to Inej and not you.”

“ Hello to you too my dear Morana.” a pale boy with eyes as black as the night emerged from the shadows. In his hand was a cane, the top shaped to look like the head of a crow.

“ Don’t call me that.”

“You just said everyone calls you that, I think I’m entitled to be part of that, partly because I’m the reason people call you Morana.”

“I don’t want you to call me Morana, makes me feel like a weapon or an object to be used, rather than a person.”

:You are a weapon Y/n, a living weapon. And living weapons should not be left alone and jobless on a winter night, not when there’s money to be made. I have a job for you. Go to my office in the Slat, there’s a black notebook on the table. get it to me by midnight. I’ll be waiting at the fifth harbor.”

You sighed and nodded, torn between kicking the boy or kissing him. As you turned around to leave, you could feel his stare burn holes at the back of your skull and hurried faster to the Slat, the energy cloaking you and shielding you from view.

Really Kaz didn’t know what was good for him, one of these days you’d have to tell him how you felt. You knew that even if he had feelings for you, your relationship would not be normal. There would ne no frantic kisses, not late night cuddles, no grins in public. but you didn’t want all that, maybe a little, but all you really wanted was him. But he didn’t love you did he? Not you, a smudge of a merch’s daughter who was taken from her family at fourteen, nowhere as smart as him nor half as beautiful as any girl you knew. No, he wouldn’t love you/

You reached the Slat and got the notebook in a few minutes, and you still had atleast half an hour to kill before midnight, so you headed to the roof, which was bathed in moonlight as the moon shone in all her pure lovely glory,

“You know people back at home believe there’s a rabbit on the moon?” you asked him one night as you both sipped mug of hot chocolate.

“ Do tell me more Dear Y/n.” Kaz urged.

“Well, the man of the moon came down to our world disguised as an old man, he met a fox, a monkey, and a rabbit, He claimed he was famished and requested them to please get him something to eat. The fox and the monkey each got food for the man, but the rabbit, only able to gather grass, threw himself in the fire in f ait of devotion so that the man could have it’s meat. However it didn’t die. So touched was the man of the moon that he took the rabbit with him to the moon as an honor and they’ve been there ever since.”

“ I swear that man must’ve eaten it by now, one can only control them self for so long.” Kaz replied, making you laugh out loud, releasing a snort of laughter and hitting your knee.

If only you paid more attention to how he was staring at you.

As you headed for the harbour, you held the notebook tightly in your hands and thought of him.

You both had hated each other the day you met, you had called him an asshole and he had almost hit you with his cane.

Everyday you both would never fail to insult each other and rile each other up. Things changed on a heist. You and Kaz were forced to dance together to blend in, and he had drawn you close to him, trying to calm his ragged breathing, you helped him out of his panic attack and you both had danced. Since then, the bastard had never left your mind, and it was both torture and bliss, a messy mix of both.

You told him how the moon seemed like a gentle soul, while the sun was a bubbly one and why you preferred the moon, how quiet and serene she could be, and he had actually listened for some damn reason.

You could see him sitting down on a crate, his cane in his hand and his posture perfect. You walked up to him and handed him the notebook and then turned to leave.

“ Wait.” the rough burn of his voice halted your steps.

“ Yes Kaz?” you didn’t turn around, you could hear him turn the pages of the notebook and tear open an envelope of some sort.

“I got something for you.”

“I’m sorry what?” you asked again.

“You heard me.”

You didn’t get to answer because you just realized how close behind you he was. Slowly, he brushed your hair from your back to the side of your shoulder and looped his arms above your head, a small object hovering in front of your eyes.

He had gotten you a necklace. One in the shape of the moon, with the etching of a rabbit curved into it’s center.

You barely had time to gasp before he fastened the necklace and turned you around to face him, adjusting the pendant. After he finished, he fondled it gently.

“You didn’t have to Kaz, thank you so much.”

“ Yes, I did have too. When a man fancies someone but can’t bring himself to tell them, he gets them gifts to show how he feels. I just got you a necklace.”

“You fancy me?” you gasp.

He looked at the pendant, an eyebrow raised, “ Given my most recent actions, what do you think?-”

He moved a little closer.

“ -my darling Y/n?”

[lonely-layla]

Hi there may I request miu iruma with a female reader

Where miu comes back home and sees reader in only a apron

Ask and you shall receive. Im not good at writing Miu cuz I don’t know much about her but I’ll try my best. <3

𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕟

Miu Iruma x Fem!reader

NSFW under cut

»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««

You woke up from a well deserved nap,unfortunately you had to take that nap without your wonderful girlfriend Miu because she was at a con presenting her inventions to the world.

You were proud of her of course, she was doing what she loved most. But you just wish she would show you more attention.

You came up with an idea to get her attention. You got up and went to your shared closet. You scrimmaged through the mess until you found a pink apron with flower stitching around the edge.

You smirked at yourself running to the bathroom and thanking all of your clothes off, leaving your pretty pink panties on. You wrap the apron strings around your body and tie it the best you can

You turn to look in the mirror and gasp when you see yourself.

The work were barely covering your chest. You could almost see your nipples from the sides. You take a deep breath as you walk out of the room.

You go to the kitchen and start making dinner. You hear the door unlock knowing it was Miu. “Babe, I’m home!” She calls out walking into the house putting her bags and inventions down.

She looks around for you noticing you with your back turned cutting tomatoes. Why didn’t you have a shirt on? You turned around smiling innocently. “Welcome home honey~ how did the convention go?” You ask innocently, you know exactly what your doing.

Her face went completely red seeing you so exposed. She walked over to you pulling you onto her arms giving you a peck on the lips.

“Awww you did all this for me luv~ lookin all sexy for me~” she mumbles in your ear massaging your boob. This is exactly what you wanted.

“This is what ya’ wanted huh? Wanted me all over you sweetheart? Lucky for you, I’m feelin’ a little grabby today darling~” she cooes to you continue ig to grope your breast.

You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Miu pulls on the string tugging the apron to your body letting it fall off of you.

Miu goes in for another kiss but this time it’s more lust filled and sloppy. A heated make out session happens between you two, you take her top off to reveal her bra. You deepen the kiss as you unhook her bra and watch her breast fall out.

You play with them in your hands at you push onto the couch. You get on her lap and start making out with her. Her hands go to you thighs rubbing them with her soft hands, feeling her cold rings against your skin made you shiver.

You start grinding against her making her moan into the kiss. You continue grinding until both of you are moaning. Her hand still massaging your breast while you massage hers.

Miu feels a knot start to form, making her whimper under you. You break the kiss to start sucking Miu’s neck, making her moan out loud.

You look up to her, her face fully red with little beads of sweat dripping on her face. She looked so gorgeous on that moment. You love her so much.

Miu feels the knot in her stomach snap as she comes on the outside of your panties. Miu quickly pulls down your panties. She licks your core as she starts attacking your insides.

You moan as you pull her hair behind her ear so she doesn’t get it messy. She continues eating you out, making sure to flick your clit with her younger every now and again.

You start to come to your climax, your moans getting purser until your basically screaming. Until you finally squirted all over miu’s face. She came up, face drenches in your juices.

She came up to your face and made out with one once again, making you taste your juices. She smiled at you while she grabbed a nearby pink furry blanket and covered both of you with it.

“Hope you loved what I gave you babe~ this is what you wanted right?” She says to you. “Yes Miu I just missed you so much. That’s all. You’ve been so busy and I got needy” you confess softly.

She didn’t know that she made you feel this way. She loved you more than anyone, now she understands the deeper meaning on why you were in that apron.

“Y/n I’m sorry I made you feel that way, I love you so much. I will make more time for you I promise love” she reassures you giving you a kiss on the head. The two of you cuddle for the rest of the night.

This request got me simping for her even more now🤤🤤

Anyway, hope you liked the story <3

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[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

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ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it. 

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay. 

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance. 

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.