#so things are continuing to Take Form ahh it's exciting :) :) :)

[quiet-admirer]

My new job has so much less downtime than my last one and I'm being slowly tortured right now as I'm brimming over with horny thoughts and ideas for scenes for the hardcore punk story but I don't have time to write bits down on my phone to email them to myself for later, or or making little doodles on post-its, or even really spend much time daydreaming about them and my brain might explode

[wandagcre]

What do you think abt Sam (non g!p) has the first time with her gf and she cums first (and gets very embarrassed afterwards, cuz she didn't even need to be touched for that!)

first time | sam carpenter 🔞

(Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Sam never understood the clichés of firsts, until you – the only one that mattered.

WARNING: make out session, fingering, first time - set in Scream universe | 18+ men & minors dni. Words: 1.1k Note: the softest smut i have written yet ahh enjoy! <3

"Fuck," Sam gasped, breathless as you were. "You feel- it's blowing my mind..." she tilts her head and slips in her tongue.

A small smile escaped your lips, knowing how the woman couldn't compose her words properly at your intense make out sessions as this. you let her in, finding her eagerness adorable. The soft rubs of your thumb on her nape only reeled Sam further to your touch. She takes off your top and the hunger in her motion made you arch your neck.

You slow down a little and Sam is tad confused but it doesn't stop her. Her own lips chased yours as you pull away and it didn't faze Sam, who continued caressing her hands onto your bare torso.

You and Sam had barely left one another enough for your lips to become numbed with the well-known dance that has been going on for minutes now. Her eyelids fluttering as she's wrapped in a dazed sensation – the rustling of your limbs against each other and touching and seeing you – has left the entirety of Sam scorching hot.

"Baby, baby," you moan in muted tone. The pit of fire in Sam’s stomach continues to burn, although she finally looks at you in concern.

"Are you okay? we can stop anytime,"

The tenderness is palpable on her doe eyes. You can't resist but run a finger softly on those hooded eyelids.

"Funny how i was going to ask you the same thing. You beat me to it," you say with a crooked smile. Your hands loosely wrapped around her waist and somehow, Sam’s body reacted too enthusiastically, and it made her hips buck onto your front. "Someone's excited."

"I can't help it, you know that too well, querida..."

"And I can definitely attest to that." An inevitable grin breaks out of Sam’s pretty face. It's so easy with you. "I’m all in, baby."

"I am, too. all in. I love you," Sam murmured as if she was in a daydream, stroking your cheek.

Sam drinks the appearance that beholds her. Your skin so soft and delectable, that she failed to keep her hands off you. The creases in your face with your gentle smile. Your soul that welcomed her without a hint of prejudice; paired with your eyes that relayed nothing but acceptance and love.

How Sam got lucky with you is lost on her.

Sam pulled you in once again, the softness gritting into a deplore of conviction; wanting to express how much you mean to her – cheesily enough, you are her world now.

Unfortunately, it also meant she had grown ridiculously damp. a stretch of her lower limb would make it seep much worse. She feels the electric coursing through her veins, prickling soundly onto her sensitive areas. She feels bare and vulnerable in all forms, you didn't even have to touch her that much for her to come undone.

It was mind blowing how Sam haven't thirsted this much to her previous partners before. Even with your limbs intertwined and skins grazing upon another, it simply wasn't enough. Sam is constantly chasing for more.

"I want to have you first," you breathed softly on Sam’s ears to her surprise, making her temperature rise even more. "Please, let go for me, Sammy. I promise to take care of you."

You look at her with glossy eyes, filled with devotion. How can Sam ever say no to you?

She nods with no reluctance to your glee. Oh god, this is happening. Sam feels your fingertips along her abdomen, touch so incandescent, that it made her muscles contract, as it makes its way further down to your goal.

When the heel of your palm laid on her lower stomach, fingers stretching in to go underneath her underwear, Sam felt herself vividly ooze a palpable amount of wetness that made her heave out of breath – thigh muscles spasming that she can barely move.

She rasped a moan as she laid her forehead on your shoulder.

"Are you okay, Sammy?" your eyes went wide in concern.

She weakly laughed. "Yeah, yes. Shit i think– this is unreal. I just came. I surely just felt it," she retracts her hold around you to cover her face in embarrassment. "Now I feel ridiculous. that- that wasn't supposed to happen,"

You looked at Sam bewildered at the news she had dropped.

"Baby, no, no. look at me," you shook her by the shoulder gently and cradled her face. "That's nothing to be shy of. If anything, I’m happy to make something as sex not only pleasurable by means of aggressive throes of lust, but comfortably mind-blowing to you."

It took a while for your words to sink in for Sam. She bit her lip, nodding in agreement. Sam looks at you straight in the eye. All she saw was comfort. Safety. Love. All of which resounded strongly when it comes to you. Slowly, the feel of embarrassment ebb out of her system.

This wasn’t a quick fuck, nor a casual thing. You weren’t cheeky and condescending as the other men she had encountered.

Sam felt like she mattered for once – as though she wasn’t a meat or a conquest.

The thought wasn’t lost on you as Sam looked at you in wonder and it breaks your heart. You decide to grasp her hand and place gentle kisses on her knuckles. The same hands that have gone through unimaginable violence, yet it’s gentle and slightly trembling in your hold.

"Thank you, mi querida."

The kissing resumed as your fingers also continued making its way to the depths of Sam’s crevice. The pad of your fingers that she ushered for you to rub harder had sent her on the edge. The soft gasps of excitement and pleasure, Sam couldn't take it.

Every touch had her entirety reeling, as though you had her absolved all her sins. Nothing else mattered.

"Listen to me, you're doing great. You look... beautiful."

Albeit it came rarely, Sam was somewhat desensitized to praises. But yours were raw and innocent. Sam feels her heart thumping louder than ever.

"Always a charmer,"

From there, she cants her pelvis closer to you, rocking her hips to the newfound rhythm – riding your fingers. All Sam can think about was your name. She met your thrusts and each time, you never failed to give her praise. I love you, I love you, I love you -- you confess, akin to worshipping a deity. The open mouthed kisses on her sternum and chest that you spread all over her, has made Sam's head spin. You simply understood how vulnerable and hard it was for the woman to let go. Sam swore she felt heaven – it made her surrender all her strength completely under your touch. She has never known a safer place as yours.

Wet enough she was, and this time both of you couldn't hold back your smiles, complemented by neediness, as you make love for the first time.

do not repost/translate on other sites. © wandagcre

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hello you amazing wonderful awesomely awesome person! I’m so madly obsessed with your work

Very curious on your thoughts on this: zombie apocalypse au

Do you think Jason and readers first meeting would be need to be more in a life threatening situation in order to stick or would they be able to meet in a calmer environment and stick together?

This isn’t a push for you to write any one shot! Just curious what you think and any additional thoughts or headcanons you might have for this au 👀

Tysm for continuing to put out awesome writing all the time!

The Death Stench

Ahh, asks like this is why I love taking requests!! Thank you, nonnie!! Seriously, so many great ideas come through my inbox that I never would have thought of myself! I was actually so excited when I finally sat down to write this. Sorry it took so long! :)

~1.4k words

Gotham has always been a cesspool of filth and rot. It's something Jason has long grown used to. But the hoards of groaning, decaying zombies are something he's still learning to live with.

It's been four– no, five months since the world fell apart, since the apocalypse broke down society. The government is in shambles, if it still exists, and Jason hasn't seen or heard another living person in weeks.

He thinks he owes his survival to whatever the pit did to him. The corpses that line the streets just seem to ignore him and shuffle past as he breaks into a little corner store for supplies.

It's why he's started to get complacent. It is so easy to not double or triple check your surroundings when the undead treat you like one of their own.

It's a fact he didn't realize until he's staring down the barrel of a gun and maybe the only other living, breathing person on Gotham.

He blinks at them. They blink at him. "You're not one of– you're alive," You half question, surprise and shock clear in their voice.

Jason slowly raises his hands, the last thing he wants to do is get shot when his medical supplies are dwindling, "I'm alive."

He stares at you for a minute, and you stare back before slowly lowering your gun, "I was here first."

He laughs. It's ridiculous. The world ended, he hasn't had a proper conversation in weeks, and you're trying to lay claim to a corner store in shambles. But, he steps back anyway and gestures to the ransacked aisles, "All yours then."

He quirks an eyebrow when you actually look panicked. "Wait," You start, and lower your gun completely, "I'm sorry, I just– haven't seen anyone in a while. I think I forgot how to talk to people."

You're both aware of the risk you took admitting that, to tell a stranger you're completely and utterly alone in this city, that there's no one waiting for you to return.

Jason has the overwhelming urge to make your risk worth it. He can't explain it, but he chalks it up to some form of loneliness.

So, he smiles at you, easy-going and every inch the charming grin that used to win over the old ladies at charity galas, "I haven't been around people in a while either. Maybe we can figure it out together?"

His heart stutters when you smile back, so clearly relieved. "I'd like that," You admit and holster your gun.

The two of you carefully pick through the store, and an uncertain but steady partnership forms between the two of you.

It takes some time, but he learns which shots you can make and which you can't. You learn which knee hurts him when he jumps over chain wire fences. You both learn to cover each other's blind spots, to trust each other to make decisions.

You haven't quite learned that zombies just don't seem to detect him, and he hasn't found a good way to bring it up, to explain that, 'Hey, I was dead and apparently I qualify as one of them. But don't worry! I won't eat you!'

Yeah, Jason figures you wouldn't be too comfortable with him sleeping near you if he said it like that.

He doesn't really get the chance to explain until he has to use his uncanny ability to blend in with rotting corpses to save your life.

It was supposed to be a normal supply run. Pick over what's left of a pharmacy and get out. Cut and dry. Something you've both done more times than you can count. Until it goes wrong.

He'd cleared the area, he'd been so careful, you both were. But you hadn't been lucky. It was no one's fault, when you open a cabinet and a skittish raccoon jumps out at you, sending you falling back.

The animal knocks over cans and boxes as it frantically scampers to get away. It's loud. Too loud.

The two of you froze, when the sounds of shuffling feet start to make their way to the door. Jason weighs his options, and the piece of his heart that had become undeniably yours won quickly.

He grabs your arm and hauls you to your feet. "C'mon," he mutters, dragging you towards a supply closet.

"We need to run," You say quickly, tugging at your arm and trying to push him towards the exit.

"We won't make it," he says firmly and shoves you into the tiny space. He follows you in and pulls the door shut. The door doesn't lock, and he reaches around you to grab an extension cable off a shelf.

"Jason," You half hiss, eyes wide as the groans start to get louder.

He shushes you, heart racing as he ties one end of the extension cord to the door knob, and the other to the metal poles of the shelf.

It's a start, but it wouldn't stop anything from breaking down the door. "Sorry," Jason mumbles. He returns your confused look with an apologetic one, and immediately crowds you against the wall.

He grabs the back of your neck to press your face to his chest. His other hand grabs at your hip, almost desperate. Jason realizes he hasn't been afraid in a long time.

He buries his face in your hair and silently wills you to understand. If he can keep them from getting your scent, hearing you, you'll be safe. He can protect you, he just needs you to stay like this, hidden and sheltered against the dirty wall of the closet.

He knows you can't begin to guess why he's doing this, but you don't make a sound. Your fingers curl into his jacket as the zombies shuffle around the pharmacy. Grunts fill the air as they pass by the door, and Jason feels you stiffen against him.

It's instinctual, when his thumb starts to rub back and forth across your hip. He wants to help, wants you to feel calm and safe even as the smell of death fills the air.

He's surprised when you do relax against him, tucking your face further into his chest. He's not sure how long you stay like that. His thumb never stills, and eventually, the sounds of undead fade, and he's left with just you.

Jason lets himself linger for a moment, savoring your closeness, before slowly untangling himself from you. "You're okay," he says softly, he means for it to be a question, but it comes out as a fact, a complete certainty that you are okay.

You look up at him, eyes wide, "How are we even alive? I've never seen– they've never just ignored people before."

He winces, "I'll– Let me explain. Please. Just not here." He deflates a little at the uncertainty that flashes across your face, but you nod and follow him back to the rooftop that's become his and your base.

He tries to explain, really, does his best to talk about the Pit, who he was, what he used to do. You never interrupt, you listen to every word he says as he lights a fire, methodically making food over the open flame.

You don't say anything as he admits the undead have never been interested in him, but you do let him sit next to you to eat.

He runs out of things to say, as the sun sets over a desolate Gotham. Jason thinks you're going to leave. Or ask him to leave. But you don't. You lean your head against his shoulder, and all the air leaves his lungs.

"I'm glad you're here, Jason," You tell him. And for the first time in a long time, Jason is too.

"I'm glad you're here, too," he echoes, and he hesitantly lowers his head to rest against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief when you don't move, only relax into his side.

Jason closes his eyes to bask in the moment, in being with you, and swears there's not a thing he wouldn't do to keep you like this. To keep you with him, to keep you happy, to keep you alive.

He thinks it might be the reason he's still breathing.

[winterrrnight]

HI BAE!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 600!!! 🙌🏼💓💓

go on without me - 16 + 21 with rafe🤭🤭🤭🤭

ahh thank you so much sweet abi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I just wasn't feeling satisfied with what I was writing :( I hope you like reading this! but please feel free to not read this if you aren't comfortable w the warnings given :)

protective

PAIRING: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x gn! musician!reader

SUMMARY: rafe doesn’t like another man touching you, not even as much as talking to you or looking at you.

WARNINGS: dark content! minimal swearing, established relationship, slight use of nicknames like babe, jealousy, over protective & possessive rafe, canon!rafe, toxic!rafe, threats to kill, allusions to anxiety and being scared, and kinda shitty writing (??) (please please let me know if something should be added!!!!)

EDITH SPEAKS: this is very, very new for me. this is my third attempt at this fic, the first two just didn’t turn out how I wanted, and the best approach just felt like dark!rafe. this is me basically exploring my writing and trying out new things and testing myself, so if it’s not as good as the rest of stuff you may have read, I’m really sorry, I’m a beginner 😭😭

please please heed the warnings, and it may not be as dark as some other stuff on here, it felt pretty dark while writing, and if at any moment you feel this isn’t for you please feel free to click off.

moreover, if I am being honest here, you might have read a lot of rafe fics based on this idea/prompt. so please don't think I copied someone off for this, this is completely my own creation.

and if you liked this, please please share your feedback with me, and reblog it to support my content <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” “No we don’t – oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.” & “You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!”

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Everyone around you cheers out loud, glasses of champagne raised in the air as huge grins form on everyone’s faces. Your new single – after a break of over three years came out today, and you have already received an overwhelming amount of support. You’re in your studio, celebrating with your team and your amazing boyfriend.

“Congratulations babe,” Rafe smiles as he hugs you tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You grin at him, hugging him back even tighter as you mumble a ‘thank you’.

You all celebrate for some more time, drinking fancy champagne, eating food, and taking pictures to savor the moment.

You, Rafe, and Jim, your producer, are just talking at the side when you hear your name being called. You turn to see it’s Saylor, who is one of the interns at the record label you are signed with. Your single was the first project he worked on.

“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as you approach him.

“Congratulations on the release,” he smiles, and gives you a small hug. You gladly hug him back, a grin on your face.

“Thank you Saylor,” you smile. “You were absolutely great for your first project,” you say. “I was actually asking Jim if you’d like to continue working for the upcoming singles too,”

Saylor’s lips are pulled in a huge grin as his eyes light up. “You’re serious right now?”

You chuckle as you nod your head. “Yes, of course! I would love for you to be able to gain as much experience as you can,”

Saylor absolutely can’t contain his excitement as he pulls you in for another hug. You are caught off guard but gladly hug back, chuckling a little as you do so.

“Thank you so much,” he smiles. “Seriously, it means a lot to me,” he says, a certain spark in his eyes.

“Of course, a talent like yours shouldn’t go to waste,” you say.

His smile doesn’t falter as he speaks again. “Can I get a picture with you, if that’s not an issue?”

“Oh of course not!” You say, turning to look at Rafe. “Rafe?” You call out.

He breaks from the conversation he was having with Jim and walks up to you. “Yeah babe?” Saylor passes him his phone and asks him to take a picture of you two.

Saylor stands next to you as his arm wraps around your waist, maybe a little too tighter than it should be but you don’t really say anything. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, and he takes a sharp inhale when he sees Saylor’s side pressing more against you, as your arm rests around his shoulder.

Rafe tends to be… possessive, and you’ve always known that. Even when you both weren’t together, he wasn’t the biggest fan of how others would usually hit on you at parties, and would feel enraged when they wouldn’t let you go after you would politely ask to leave you alone.

But that possessiveness only increased when you both got together, when you officially became his girl. There’s nothing you can do about it, because that’s how Rafe is.

You can see the expression on Rafe’s face; the subtle ticking of his jaw, the acute twitching of his eye – you’ve known him long enough to identify his facial expressions just the second they appear. You are quick to remove your arm from Saylor’s shoulder, your arm now resting on your side, but Saylor doesn’t seem to catch on that; instead his grip on your waist tightens a bit, because he most probably wants you to wrap your arm around his shoulders again.

Nevertheless, Rafe takes the picture, and hands Saylor’s phone back. Saylor takes a few seconds before he lets go of you, which only happened because you gently removed yourself from his grip. You quickly appear at Rafe’s side and intertwine your hands, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Thank you for the picture,” Saylor smiles as he looks at the phone screen. All you say is ‘welcome’ with a small smile, and Rafe pulls you to a different part of the studio.

As the small party carries on, Saylor makes subtle moves – or moves which he thinks are subtle, but aren’t missed by Rafe at all. It’s Rafe’s last straw when Saylor gently grips your waist to move past you, saying a ‘sorry’ as he walks by. At that very moment, you decide it’s best if you talk to Saylor about it yourself, tell him that you know what he’s doing, and you clearly have a boyfriend. But before you can do that, Rafe’s arm wraps quickly around your waist, and his grip is tight.

Jim says something about going to a nice nearby restaurant for dinner, but Rafe cuts him off. “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” He says firmly. You look at him with a slightly confused expression, thinking if you both do have any other appointments today or not, but your mind is blank.

“No we don’t –,” you say, but Rafe snaps his head at you, his jaw muscles tense, and your eyes slightly widen at the sight as you catch up in the fraction of a second. “Oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.”

Rafe leads you out of the studio, and you barely save your half full glass of champagne from falling off the table you’re trying to keep it at as he ushers you out. He opens the door of his truck for you and as you sit down, he slams it a little too harshly than usual. He walks around the truck and sits down next to you, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he starts to drive.

You take a deep breath as you lean back in the chair. This is not the first time this is happening, and you know it’s certainly not the last. You aren’t scared because you already know how this entire situation plays out. He will raise his voice at you, say stuff like how you’re his and only his, how he absolutely hates other guys looking at you a certain way because he just can’t bear the sight, and how he gives you the best treatment you can get.

You’re just silently listening to the soft music from the radio as you look out the window. You steal a glance at Rafe and see his jaw is still tightened, his grip tight on the wheel.

“Relax your jaw Rafe,” you say plainly, turning to look back out the window. You hear him take a sharp breath.

“I did not like how he was looking at you and holding you,” he utters.

You just roll your eyes at him, as if you knew that’s exactly what he was going to say. “It was just a picture Rafe, you don’t have to be so protective about that,” you say.

Rafe snaps his head towards you, but quickly turns back to look at the road. “Just a picture?” He echoes. “So you’re telling me you loved the way he was holding your waist hm?”

“Oh god when did I say that!” You retort. “And besides, did you not see? I literally removed my hand off his shoulders the instant you saw it, and moved away from him the moment you took the picture. There’s no need for you to get so worked up!”

You can see Rafe’s chest heaving as he takes rapid breaths, his jaw ticking as you can literally see a thunderstorm brewing up in him.

“You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!” You say exasperatedly. “You shouldn’t have been upset in the first place because there’s literally nothing to be upset about!”

Just the second those words leave your mouth, he bellows your name causing you to shut up right that moment. “Shut up!” He yells, smacking his palm against the steering wheel once. You feel the truck speed up, his foot pressing harder against the accelerator. You glance at the speedometer and see the needle pointing to larger numbers more and more with each passing second.

“Rafe-” you mumble out but you are cut off the very next instant.

“You just refuse to see it huh?” He hissed. “You refuse to see how I am the best for you. How I can, how I do treat you better than anyone else,” he goes on, and he uses his free hand to gesture around in the air.

“Get this in your head okay?” He speaks, his voice now eerily low as he gestures to his head, tapping his fingertips at his temple. “I never, ever want you as much as looking at someone else, you got that?”

You can feel the truck speeding up more. Your hands are clutching the sides of your seat, as your nails dig into the leather. Your lips are parted as you let out shaky breaths, your eyes wide and shiny with the layer of tears that have formed over them.

You thought you had seen the worst. Which was him arguing with you and telling you he’s the best for you. But right now, when his foot only seems to be pressing more and more against the gas pedal, your back pushed back against the seat due to the fast speed of the truck, you realize there’s a hidden side to Rafe you’ve never seen before.

“Rafe I-”

“Say it!” He yells, cutting you off swiftly. “Say it, that you won’t even look at anyone else!”

“Rafe please-” you mumble out, squeezing your eyes shut as hot tears flow down your face, leaving a sticky trail as they go down.

“Say it before I crash this truck in a fucking tree!”

His breathing is heavy, his eyes are wide, and you can’t recognise him anymore. His eyes are an icy blue instead of the usual dark blue you get lost in so easily, and that’s the moment you realize Rafe will never ever let you exercise any control over him. Ever.

“I-” you hiccup, “I won’t look at anyone else, okay?” You gasp, gulping down the lump in your throat as the tears keep on streaming down.

When you don’t feel Rafe slow down the truck, the seatbelt starting to dig into your neck harshly and your grip on the seat gets harder, your breathing gets more erratic as you try to gather more air to speak up again.

“Rafe, baby, please please slow down I…” you whisper, looking at him desperately.

You expect him to lash out, but he doesn’t, and the truck starts to slow down, coming at a normal pace. You move a shaky hand to your face, running your fingers across your skin to wipe off your tears, but your breath keeps on coming out in short gasps, and you feel yourself tremble a little; your heart loud in your chest.

The truck slows down more and more, and you see Rafe has parked it at the side of the road. The truck comes to a full stop, and you turn to look at Rafe through your still slightly blurry vision, your eyes now red, and panic being the only feeling clouding your mind.

Rafe rests his forehead against the steering wheel, taking in a deep breath. His grip on the wheel loosens a bit, the knuckles not so white anymore as their color flushes back. He lifts his head from the wheel and turns to look back at you, his eyes now not so icy, but still not the comforting warm blue you’ve always loved and adored.

A smile tugs on his lips, and it’s not the kind which always warms you up the moment you look at it, but it’s… sinister. It’s a smile you’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of smile that shows that he is enjoying seeing you this way. Seeing you so weak under his control.

He moves his hands to your face, brushing any loose strands off your slightly sticky face and gently running his fingers across your cheeks.

“Now baby,” he says softly, but the softness doesn’t comfort you – no. It scares you even more. “You made that a little too hard didn’t you, hm? Next time when I ask you to do something, just do it, okay? Don’t have time to wait, or- or to see how you react m’kay? Just… agree to what I say. It’s not as hard as you may think,”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, but at that moment, all you want to do is to scrunch up into a ball and be far, far away from him and his cold, unknown touch.

Your breathing fastens up, but all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes, wondering where did that sweet, loving boyfriend of yours go and got replaced by this?

When he sees you aren’t arguing back, his menacing grin only widens, and he takes his hands off you, turning to start up the truck again and continue to drive – as if absolutely nothing happened.

A hand rests on your thigh, softly rubbing the skin through the material of your pants, but you’re too afraid to even slightly move under the touch. It’s cold, it sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t know who’s hand it is.

If only someone could stop and tell you that you had lost your ‘loving’ boyfriend forever.

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[madangel19]

Helloooooo so what about a one shot of Popia getting back to his hotel room after a ritual and unwinding by getting in the shower and touching himself? 🙊

Oooo, this one should be fun >:3

Warnings: Good ol' shower masturbation, polyghouls referenced

Word Count: 666 (lol nice >;3)

“Ahh, finalmente,” Copia murmured as he entered his hotel suite.

It had felt like forever since he had a room to himself. The ghouls were somewhere about spending time together. Mountain and Swiss were sharing the room with him, but it would be another few hours before they returned doing whatever it was that ghouls did whenever they stayed at a hotel. Hopefully they would sleep over in another room, but being in a ghoul pile was always nice after a hard, but successful ritual. Either option was fine with him.

Copia removed his jacket and went straight into the bathroom to wash his papal paint off. He gazed at his sweat streaked face and smiled at the man in the mirror. 

“You were amazing. Always amazing. Lavoro fantastico. The crowd loved you and your ghouls,” he whispered, turning on the water and wetting a towel. He thought of the way the whole crowd screamed for him as he sang his heart out. Some people in the crowd definitely enjoyed his more raunchy moves and he chuckled as he recalled how some poor girl nearly fainted during Mummy Dust.

“Still got it, big buy,” he crowed once he got most of the paint off. It was time to shower.

He stripped the rest of his sweat-stained clothes and opened the door to toss them into the hotel room. He would have them washed tomorrow.

He turned his attention back to the grande shower and smiled. It was one of those showers that had a sitting ledge. Perfect for truly unwinding after a long day. A bathtub would have been nice, but he would make do with this.

He turned on the water all the way to hot and waited a moment before stepping in, sighing at the comforting heat. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the wall as he let the water hit him. 

He closed his eyes as he let his hand wander down his stomach before caressing his cock. How he didn’t get hard during shows always amazed him, but Satan worked in mysterious ways. 

A smirk formed on his lips as he recalled one of the many things he would say to the crowd.

“If you don’t have anyone to fuck, then go fuck yourself,” he murmured as he began stroking himself. 

It didn’t take long before his member got hard and he let out a soft moan at the wonderful sensation. He picked up the pace, hissing in pleasure at how hot it was in the steamed up shower. He thought of the beautiful faces in the crowd and even the faces of his beloved ghouls as he pleasured himself.

“Cazzo,” he groaned, already feeling precum coating his fingers as he thought of the way Swiss moved on his platform and how pretty Cumulus looked earlier that morning. 

The sound of the door opening in the hotel room caught his attention, but he paid it no mind. It had to be one of his ghouls. 

“You showering in there, Papa?” Mountain’s voice called out.

“Yes. I…I’m showering. I’ll be a while so…so get comfortable,” Copia stammered, biting his lip as he continued stroking himself.

“Don’t take too long or else I’ll join you, Papa. Sounds like you could use a hand in there,” Swiss’s voice crowed.

Copia chuckled at the thought. That wasn’t a bad idea.

Seconds passed and Copia let out a strained moan as he came, his warm, sticky seed leaking down his legs and onto the floor before going down the drain. He stroked himself one more time before sitting on the shower ledge, breathing heavily as he let the hot water wash off any cum that got on him. 

“Wonderful,” he murmured.

There was a knock at the door followed by an excited chirp as the lights briefly flickered in the bathroom.

“Can I come in, Papa?” Swiss’s voice asked.

“Of course you can come,” Copia chuckled, eager to truly unwind with the help of his ghoul.

[aibloomie]

Hi, it's my first time requesting so idk if it's how I'm supposed to do it- anyway

I really loved your "makout session w genshin boys" it was absolutely adorable. Could it be possible to continue it and add Scaramouche/wanderer ? Ofc if you feel like it, I don't want to bother you. Have a great day! <3

make out sessions with them (continuation)

ft :: scaramouche, childe, and yoimiya x gn!reader

→ ahh omg my first request I was excited while writing this <33 thank you for your sweet words !! I added other characters too so I hope that's okay </3 ignore any typos my bad

nsfw under the cut

→ SCARAMOUCHE

━ honestly his form of kissing really depends on your dynamic with him. like if he's the more assertive one then he'll mess around with you a lot. he'll bite down on your lip hard enough to make you squirm around, and then he'll laugh and tease you about how easy it is to get a reaction from you. maybe he'll even raise one hand to put a light grip on your neck and feel your pulse under his fingertips, enjoying how you put your hands on his chest to further stabilize yourself.

but if you're usually the one in control then it'll be the one time he doesn't bicker with you and instead he'll just let his gaurd down to melt into your intimacy. HE'LL be the one left speechless and won't be able to tease you or anything because he's so focused on the tingly sensation of his numb lips and the warmth that's spreading in his lower abdomen with every move you take

━ likes resting his hands on your waist !! he can easily pull you closer that way, and can feel the goosebumps that rise on your skin when he traces shapes onto it. just in general, he loves making out with you not only because of the feeling, but because it reminds him that you're both real and he is in fact getting the intimacy and love that he oh so desperately craves. the sound of your breathing, the reactions he elicits from you, he's quite literally drunk on you and he wishes to feel that way forever

━ he gets a little nervous when the kissing is slow and gentle, because it gives him time to hear his own thoughts and he becomes increasingly aware that you can notice every single little thing. you can hear the way he quietly moans into the kisses, and if you caress his face you can feel how he's burning up. and of course, you can hear the multiple layers of fabric he has on rustling whenever he moves his body to be closer to you

━ sometimes (although rarely), he completely submits to you. it's mostly when his fear of abandonment washes up again at his doorstep and leaves him needing any form of reassurance from you. he'll be particularly sensitive, shivering when you trace your fingers up and down his body. he'll plead quietly under his breath, wanting to know your every thought and intention with him

━ afterwards he tries to hide his face with his hat because he's a mess and he doesn't want anyone to see his flushed cheeks and swollen lips (or the messy hair that he now has from you gripping onto it/pulling it earlier) in general, it's shocking to him every time because he never thought he would have felt such overwhelming feelings and urges towards a person considering his past

→ CHILDE

━ sessions usually happen after the two of you have been playfully arguing with each other because in his eyes you're so cute when you're pretending to be mad at him and he can't help but just pull you in for a kiss and that's how it starts.

"oh? I thought you were mad at me." childe teased as you straddled his hips, getting yourself comfortable because he was just so tempting.

"shut up." you mumbled while trying to hide a smile, "it's not my fault you purposely rile me up."

━ also happens when he gets a lot of adrenaline. being chased by some guards together? you can bet that the minute you guys have hidden well, he'll want to push you up against the nearest tree and press his lips against yours <3 it's his favorite combo, adrenaline and his one true love? he's spontaneous and gets bored if everything is always the same, he likes taking risks

━ likes to be a little shit so sometimes he holds your head in place with his hands and pulls away just to hear you mumble a complaint and to see the way you're only looking at his lips while trying to catch your breath.

→ YOIMIYA

━ you know she's in the mood the minutes she sits right next to you with her thighs touching yours. she starts off with small gestures <3 like holding your hand and tracing the lines on your palms. then she turns your head more her way and begins to excitedly leave soft and quick kisses all over your face while telling you how much she adores you. after that is when she pulls back and scans your face with crinkled eyes and a smile, then she presses her lips eagerly against yours <33

━ if you wear necklaces or any other accessory that's easy to grab, then she'll unconsciously reach for it and fiddle with it. she's also a fan of passing a piece of candy back and forth while kissing you, it just makes the experience sweeter yet makes her cheeks burn because you guys are sharing something in such a intimate way

━ she's so cute she makes happy noises while kissing !! like sometimes she'll let out laughs in between or joyful hums. she has a lot of energy so you're usually the one who has to pull completely away first

[carnal-lnstinct]

AHH I'm so happy you're doing a halloween event 💖 Can I request a sfw Vegeta AU in which he is the king of the underworld (alternatively could be demon king of the underworld) and he pines after a human? I picture him more on the yandere side, but you can adapt it however you want! Thank you, looking forward to all your fics 💕

VEGETA X READER

✦✦Content: au, king of the underworld vegeta, light yandere / possessive behavior, one-sided pining. ✦✦Warning: manipulation / gaslighting

Mortal desires are a full spectrum of color he could see with his eyes closed. All intricately woven together to form an illusion of necessity, when it is just a sin dressed in a fragile moral shell. Your case was no different, but it garnered his attention effortlessly. The Divine Sovereign of the Underworld witnessed so little of the intent in your actions and found means to personally place himself in your path. It boiled down to one thing: He had something you wanted, and it presented him with the opportunity he’d been waiting for. His own sinful vanity couldn’t stand by and let himself go disregarded by you when he’s given you more than enough of his…curiosity? Admiration? 

Regardless, an audience with you was required now. 

The King’s large arm stretches out from his cape revealing the trained muscles and old scars. He turns his hand upright, presenting the small dragon ball. The very reason you managed to make your way into the Underworld. He showed it off as if it could be freely taken from his grasp, the corner of his lips turning upward seeing you draw your focus to the magical orb. “Is this all you come here for?” He asks you with a taunting tilt of his head. “I suspect you think I’m going to just hand it over if you begged hard enough. That I will let you continue to traipse over my life’s work and turn a blind eye while you defy the natural order of my authority.” 

As his fingers close around the dragon ball he rises from his grand throne and approaches you and you are temporarily startled by his height for one who sat so high. Though his size compared to yours didn’t outweigh his intimidating aura. “You really think your Eternal Dragon can save your friends’ souls from me? No dead may leave my realm without my say...”

“A-A trade, then! For my friends, I-I’ll give you my dragon balls!” You blurted out in a desperate breath from your chest, shaken by your own weak nerves and impulsive response. King Vegeta’s smirk twitches at that, his brow beneath his curved horns lowering further over his dark eyes.

“What nerve you have. Implying I, a Divine King, have something more to wish for?” His eyes roll in aversion to the idea as he moves around you, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes where yours cannot see. He hovers in your peripheral before he disappears from one side and circles around to your other. “What would I do with three useless dragon balls?”

“—Then take me! Your Highness…take me!” You sink further on your knees and bow your head low to the ground, hands outstretched towards his empty throne. “Please!”

King Vegeta stops circling you, standing outside of your line of sight. Those magic words were uttered so perfectly and so effortlessly, that he had to take a moment to embrace the way it rang in his ears. “Just one mortal soul?” He further teased in mock indifference. “Like there aren't countless piles of those lying around here.”

“One mortal soul…a-and the remaining dragon balls.” You spoke, resolutely. Determined to right the wrongs done to those you loved. “So… So no one else can use them to challenge your power. I’ll gather them all and bring them to you in exchange for my friends.”

Your words mellow in the brief silence, a tinge of hope daring to creep into your spirits. He turns slightly to look down over his shoulder at you, cloak loosely twisted around his leg. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You respond sincerely, but softly. You hear his footsteps behind you descend across the room and a chair slides across the floor.

“Eat with me.” He orders you, the sudden change of topic further unsettling your disposition and giving him a surprised look in response. He gestures a hand to the long dining table, specifically to the chair beside the head of the table.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” He affirms amicably by sitting in the larger chair at the head of the table. “Unless you have something better to do right this second?” Not like your friends were getting any more dead. And time in the Underworld moved differently than the other realms, a mortal who was not of this world should be starving even in the brief time you have been here.

This shift made you anxious, but you can sense there wasn’t much choice in it. The thought of food crossing your mind did make you conscious of your stomach’s need. You swallow and stand up, “No…I’ll do it. Thank you for your kindness..” 

You settle in the designated chair with a covered plate in front of you. Glancing his way every so often until an unknown hand reaches over your side and removes the lid, warm steam flowing up toward your face. The food had a nice smell, but such earthy colors. You’ve never seen anything like this before. “...It’s poisoned.” You thought out loud, pressing your back up against your seat to put as much distance as you could between yourself and the plate.

“Don’t be stupid. What do I gain from killing you now? I’m not ruining a meal with your corpse.” King Vegeta pointed out, a hint of annoyance from your insult to his hospitality. Not any mortal could be tolerated for something like that.

Not to hurt your chances with his favor, you nod and quickly apologize. You ate without really tasting the food, just doing so to remain polite and because it was asked of you. But the hints of richness and spices made it easier. It was definitely better than it looked. The King ate with you, slowing down in between his bites to watch you feed yourself with a self-satisfied grin. Occupied with his own imagination and how much closer it was to becoming reality.

The second serving is placed in front of you and the most colorful presentation of food before you: a pomegranate. Joined with a small bowl of sorbet. It was a more appetizing surprise and without thought you lifted your spoon to sample your sorbet first. He completely stopped eating and stared you down in silent anticipation, going unnoticed by you with your focus on the sweets. There are different hints of flavors that hit all the points on your tongue, making you finish off the small bowl without hesitation. 

And then, finally, your spoon digs into one of the halves of the pomegranate, the juice pooling into the utensil with a few loose seeds. You scoop out more and carefully sip the juice first, followed by feeding the seeds to yourself in bits. The dark eyes watching you flash with a color, King Vegeta’s grin widening with his sinister snicker. It catches your attention, your gaze meeting his when you turn to him, then self-consciously turning away as you hold your other palm to your bottom lip. Careful to not spill any juice or seeds. He watches a little longer and says nothing, then lifts his goblet to his lips.

When you go to dig for another serving of pomegranate seeds, he stops your hand with a gentle grasp and guides yours away to set the spoon down. “Our business is done.” He states simply. He then rises from his seat with his goblet in hand and walks back towards his throne. “The souls of your friends await you at the gates to the human world.”

Your heart skips and you leap up from your seat, following him with wide eyes. “Wait- that’s…” You catch your breath in the rush of emotions that flowed through your chest. “A-And the dragon balls?”

King Vegeta turns back to you. “It was not about the dragon balls.” He admits with great pleasure, swirling his drink in his hold. His brow arches. ”You understand?”

Your confusion leaves you staring his way, attempting to understand. Running all your words and his together, and then you’re breathless again when the realization hits you.

 It was never about the dragon balls.

Is not the darkness sweet ?

[front-facing-pokemon]

Yes, Honedge!

Something i'd like to point out about its face:

It doesn't have a goofy face, the holes in the scabbard just make it look that way. In reality, it just has a single eye.

With that in mind, could you please do a version without the scabbard?

iiii figured this was common knowledge enough to not warrant an additional form, but alright:

some of the guard disappeared but it's okay. i never even saw that part of the scabbard as a face—the blue eye is very obviously an eye. i don't know if anyone actually thought that was its face. however, i do find it interesting that even after removing the scabbard textures, it still has textures for that "face" remaining:

which implies it's a face more than anything i've seen of the matter before this point

anyway there's so many asks in the box right now so let's just go through all of them:

in order from oldest to newest, here we go:

this is true. most of the models are shiny, unless they have a "colladamax" variant

ahh it's fine. i considered it might have been a request but i also doubted it considering pangoro was literally next so i assumed you were just excited. me complaining about requests was unrelated—another ask i got around the same time

well then maybe it's not a bad thing. you certainly phrased it like one, it seems, but that might just be unfortunate connotations with the way you said it? glad we could clear up the confusion i guess

we do need more snakes, but i also like the bipedal pokémon, as a furry. back when everyone was begging sprigatito not to stand up, i saw through their thinly-veiled furry hate and was begging sprigatito to go against the grain and stand up anyway. and then they did and now meowscarada is one of my favorite pokémon. get fucked, normies (i am sorry for saying this)

↑ i didn't know this until i looked it up! this is interesting. stuff like the male version learning misty terrain but the female version learning more type coverage. this is very strange but i like it. only girls can use magical leaf and charge beam sorry boys

thank you! i can explain it. it is because pokémon are getting very close and staring at you as for the inspiration for this blog, it was mostly snivy. i remember one day thinking that snivy's big nose would make it look very silly from the front, and being like "damn. someone should compile a list of what every pokémon looks like from the front. damn. that would make a good tumblr blog bc some of those would be really funny. damn. i should do that" and then i did. but that was back in 2020—pretty soon after i ended up starting college which didn't allot me a lot of time for updating this blog, and although i kept swearing i'd go back, somewhat soon after that i went through a breakup and just wanted to take a while for myself. a bit after that, tumblr user sewatari reblogged one of the posts on this blog again (the weedle post, i believe?) and singlehandedly revived this blog by reminding me that they still cared about it. and that's fucking awesome?? tbh?? so thank them for this blog's continued existence. if you scroll waaaayyyy back far enough in the archive, you'll probably see that miniature saga. the images back from the first gen and onwards were a little bit icky as i got grips on how to actually go about this blog and manipulate the models in the right way to get them to work, which is why i can never really recommend folks scroll all the way back in the blog, but it's a look back into my own personal history, i suppose

apologies for breaking the magic, although i don't think anyone keeps up with the "i am a pokémon taking real live pictures of other pokémon with the camera right in their face" lore because no one pays attention to the backgrounds of the images (which used to change much more than they do now, but that's just because no one ever noticed or pointed them out. the background is not the focus of the image—it's the pokémon itself; thus, why look at the background? staging the pokémon in a setting used to be important to me, but now i don't worry about it and cycle between the same few backgrounds) or the asks, really. it's the commentary in the tags everyone comes here for, of course

she's a fully-grown woman with a house

then you'll love the top of this post

they probably wouldn't think it looks like anything because they aren't familiar with what honedge looks like so they would just picture nothing in their head. or they would just make up what they Think honedge might look like based on its name, or something, and then imagine that front-facing

i don't know which one of these is the real one. but we have some discrepancy here. also apparently this is a wider-spread belief than i thought

OKAY. i think that's all of them. if you read all the way here to the end, that's. powerful. for those of you who stuck around this long, i'm live right now with a test stream having some breakfast and playing pokémon. come join in, if you're bored this morning!

edit: it's over but i'll probably do it again some time, more likely at a more reasonable hour next time. considering the idea of doing a fully voiced pmd series—perhaps that'll be the next stream. or i'll leave another test one for it. who knows!

[crybaby-magic]

When Stars Align

chapter 7

“What do you mean she’s gone.I literally put her in her room there’s no way she just..just disappeared.And it couldn’t be a kidnapping seeing as no one would be stupid enough to take her even then no one in the human realm knows she exists.”Nezha says as he paces around your room.Willow just looks at him with annoyance.It didn’t make sense to her but she didn’t like where this situation was going.

Willow gets up from your bed heading to the door to leave.She pauses before she starts “Well it seem we must continue the search somewhere else besides the celestial realm.”Nezha looks at her quizzically.

“Do you suggest the human realm?You really think she’s gone that far.She barely has any power to heal a small cut nevertheless teleport to the human realm”He frustratedly says.Willow just blinks at him before walking out calmly stating one last thing with no emotion.

“Unless she go assistance somehow that lead to a magic boost.”

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“Hey wait up!”

“Keep up man”

The sound of giggling traveling around as you move through the trees in a child like manner.Being followed by to monkeys to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or bump into something dangerous.You slowly come to a stop at a slope that lead to a beach that had a big tree by it.“What’s over ther-ahh”You yell as you misstepped.You slide done to the beach in one peace.

“Hey are you ok”The darker monkey asked while he kneeled next to you.Nodding your head while you eyes are still closed from the slight pain you feel on your bottom.Your mind was soon snapped out of the pained dazed when Wukong yelled your names as he wave at a distance.You quickly rushed over.

Macaque just watched as Wukong showed you a sea shell found.Internally he was going through a rough time with trusting you.He found this whole situation odd and off.But Wukong begin Wukong was admitted on keeping you after you said something about coming from the celestial realm.He didn’t have much time to mull over it as Wukong yelled for his attention.You looked equally excited tail wagging while you bounced a bit.Rolling his eyes he headed over.

“So I had the greatest idea seeing as Yn never been to the human realm like ever I was thinking we take her to the village near by.”Macaque just looked at Wukong like he was an idiot for suggesting that idea to begin with.Wukong sensing his doubt stated up again”Look we won’t be there too long just wandering the shops a bit to give her an idea about humans.”

Macaque just looked at you and him before begrudgingly agreeing to it seeing as he would have done it anyway with or without his approval.

In your mind you made up different ideas of how humans behave at the outdoor shops.It was an exiting experience seeing as you never done anything unless supervised.Your kinda glad you meet the two monkeys even though it feels like you just been thrown onto them.

“So how about I take her on nimbus and you fly nearby so we don’t get lost.”Wukong stats as he summons nimbus.You look at the floating cloud in aww before yelping out from being picked up suddenly.Wukong holds you as he hops onto the floating cloud.Macaque transformed into a bird with no argument.He flew off ahead.Wukong looked at you before mumbling a “hang on”Then you were off.

The wind was harsh at take of but as you go it seemed to be easier.Opening you eyes you let out an aw from seeing your surroundings from high above.You three fly over water that was reflecting the suns light.Other birds flying about.The clouds passing by you was so fascinating.As you can pass the ocean you soon come across may trees and mountain.Before seeing a busy area filled with people it seemed to be a village.Wukong landed some way back away from the village.

He jumped off of nimbus before setting you down onto your feet making sure your balanced.Macaque had transformed back to his original form before landing besides y’all.You just stand in kinda awkward waiting for further instruction.Though you may have been excited your anxiety slowly creeped up.Wukong moved to a bush looking out at the crowd from the busy streets with vendors.He assessed the situation before disappearing from your eyes.

“H-huh?Where did he go?”You meekly said while holding onto Macaque’s clothing.You looked at him expecting some type of answer before Wukong appeared again scaring you to fully grabbing Macaque.The monkey you were holding feel stiff before moving you off.

“So i’m assuming you don’t know how to glamour.”Wukong said cheekily.You shook your head slightly confused.Wukong held up a black cloak.You looked at it questioningly.He just rolled his eyes before wrapping it around you and clipping it into place.He then pulled up the hood tucking hair into place to hide the pointed ears.The. cloak was long enough to hid your tail though you wrapped it around yourself just incase.Wukong did a once over before looking satisfied.

Wukong grabbed your hand and walking towards the crowd.You grabbed Macaque’s hand much to his surprise.Diving head first into the crowd you saw people and demons alike shopping,selling,mingling with one another.It was nothing like what mother had said the aura was so lively.You felt tugging from both hands seeing both monkeys pulling you to follow.They were talking to one another.Wukong begin very cheeky and Macaque being nonchalant to the behaviors.

They showed you things you never saw before.Your tried many foods some better some your still questioning.They even made you try on many outfits and hair charms.Though you barely interacted with anyone else you’re happy with these two entertaining you.Speaking of entertaining you saw the most beautiful dancing and music.Though you ended up wandering around.Getting lost in the process.

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Looking around at these stalls is very fun.There so many things i’ve never see. before.I was so caught up in my looking I didn’t realize I lost my two companions.I kept walking to the end of the street before stopping at one more shop.I was stuck I felt like I need to be here.I felt some connection here.I looked at the items.There was jewelry,clothes,and other nicknacks.My eyes wander before stopping on a stuffy.It was a white dragon.I felt as if I knew it from somewhere.I grabbed the stuffy from the shelf to get a closer look at its details.I was so enamored I didn’t hear the shop vendor come behind me.”Do you like it I came across it some time ago”

I took a couple steps back away from him.The vendor was wearing a black cloak covering his whole face it held an eairy feeling.I nodded my head before the man spoke up again”You can have it I don’t need it.Though something tells me you might.” My eyes widened shaking my head trying to protest before I hear my name get called.I looked back to see a worrying Macaque yelling for my name.By the time I look back the vendor was gone,but so was the shop.

“There you are I was starting to get worried that someone took you or something.”Macaque laughed out nervously.He look at me then my hands that held the plushy.”Hey why don’t we go back and find Wukong to head back to the mountain you must be tired.Like I would be if this was my first interaction i’m the human realm.”He pated my head before grabbing my hand to lead me to Wukong.I looked back once more to see the shop and the vendor.He was waving as I grew further away.

At some point we found Wukong who looked like her died.”Thank the heavens you found her.You shouldn’t run off like that you could worry people”Wukong tried to lecture.Macaque looked at him like he was a hypocrite.Wukong had summoned the cloud again.Lifting me up in his arms to settle one nimbus.Once settled we flew back to the mountain.

After some time we ended back to the mountain.We went to the top to the Water curtain to head into the cave.Wukong had helped me down off of the cloud.He lead me down the hall again into the room I woke up in the first time.When entering you see that the outfits,jewelry and hair charms that I look at today was in here.

Looking confused Macaque voice appeared to speak up.”Wukong had me teleport things we got at the shops for you here so we didn’t have to carry it here.”Accepting the answering headed to the new cloths to pick out something to sleep in.Heading behind a divider in the room that conveniently appeared to get changed.I leave the divider to head to the pit thing filled with cushioning.thinking about it it’s kinda like a nest.I headed there to lay down.

I stopped in my tracks seeing Wukong and Macaque in the bed with no shirt.Just a fluffy body.That was oddly toned.I feel my face heat up at the situation.To make matters worse the damned plushy was in between them.Wukong looked at me quizzically”Why aren’t you laying down….aren’t you tired?”

I meekly nodded before expecting my fate.I slowly fall in between them.Grabbing the plushy to push my face into to lessen the embarrassment.Both monkeys got closer to me as tiny monkeys joined to sleep.Macaque pulled the covers over my shoulders.Slowly my breathing evened out eventually the day caught up to me making me fall into a dark slumber.

masterlist

[neverlookatthisblog]

Birthday girl

(this is a special one since it's my birthday today This idea pop up in my head I decided to write it)

your birthday was going great you got woking up with a nice breakfast in bed jack cooked it even though he wasn't that great of a cook he did a decent job of making it

"Happy birthday y/n" your friends said you smiled

"thanks guys i love u so much" they took you out to lunch you were so happy but you couldn't help but wonder what jack was doing at home he should be there with you,you thought

"oh- i got you something extra special" Your friend kim said bringing the bag up to you

"you didn't have too" you said you usually didn't care for gifts but you still appected them

pulling out the gift it was a nice scented candle you were very much into those you loved the smell of them you had so many of them

"thank you omg i love u guys so much" you smiled you guys ate lunch eventually you made it back home to your boyfriend you were excited to see him after not being around him for half the day

You walked into the house smelling a nice scent you put all your things down and walked down the hallway  there was little rose petals that led you to the room your heels clicked as you walk  you  smiled seeing the happy birthday sign on the wall

"happy birthday babygirl" you heard him say behind you turned around to hug him

"thank you baby" you smile softly

"how has your birthday been??" jack asked

"it's been good it's better now that i'm with you" he smiled at your comment you leaned into him to give him a sweet kiss

"i have a present for you" he told you getting up to get it

"jack i told you no presents" you rolled your eyes

"i don't care it's your birthday" you knew jack wouldn't listen to you and got you a gift anyway you were so grateful for him

you laughed sitting on the bed waiting for your gift you were confused when jack came out with a small box you stood back up

"i love u so much y/n you don't understand" you were about to respond when you watched jack get on one knee you gasped

"y/n i want to spend the rest of my life with you will you marry  me" jack opend the box showing the ring you nodded not forming words you put your hand jack slipped the ring on your finger

"i love u jack" you smiled

"i love u to baby" jack kissed your lips picking you up and spinning you around you giggled he put you down

you felt jack move to your neck and started kissing it 'you whined at the sensation

"get on the bed baby" jack said kissing your cheek you did as he said waiting for him to make his next move

"i want you to just sit back and relax and let me do the work"Jack said moving his hand to push you softly against the pillow

he then moved down kissing your stomach you bit your lip as he got closer down before he continued he took off your shoes for you and massaging   them for a while

"can i take these off baby" jack asked pointing to your panties

"mhm" you shook you head yes you were in a trance you loved everything he did

jack pulled them down he smiled spreading your legs

"fuck your so beautiful" jack said before his lips met your cunt

You gasped as jack ate you out

"fuck" you moaned moving your hand to his hair

You felt jack spread your pussy open making you see stars

"ahh jack" you panted you had never felt this type of pleasure before jack ate you out plenty of times but this time it felt different

you whined feeling yourself reach your orgasm you thought jack was gonna stop he kept going making you come 2 more time

"fuck-fuck-fuck baby oh-" you closed your eyes feeling a tear fall you felt jack pull away

you smiled since you were already there you decided to get up going in front of jack getting on your knees

"baby-" jack said but you stopped him

"jack it is my birthday let me do what i want" you told him before pulling his jeans down

"alright whatever you wanna do" jack sucked in a breath as he felt you pull out his dick

You licked around the tip before moving your  head down you using your hands to help you out

"shit ma" jack moaned seeing the ring on your finger turned jack on even more moving his hand to grip your hair

he pushed your head down even more making you deepthroat him

"oh fuck baby i'm gonna cum keep doing that shit-" jack groaned you did as he said and kept going but this time you moved a little faster making jack grip you hair tigher

you felt your eye water but that didn't stop you from moving your tongue around his tip

"y/n" you heard jack moan before you felt he cum go down your throat you pulled his dick out of your mouth wiping the cum from around your lips you got up jack grabbed you by your hips

"damn ma i'ma have to fuck you real good now" jack said before kissing

"i'm here for it but can we save that for later i'm hungry now" jack smiled

"but you just ate" jack joked you slapped his arm

"alright i'm sorry let's go get something to eat jack said pulling back up his pants you put back on you panties instead of heels you decided to just wear slides  because you feet were killing you

You and jack went out to dinner you could say  that this was your favorite birthday because of how special  jack made it for you.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part fifty-four: "The Disheartening Valentine's Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Valentine’s Day and the day certainly doesn't go the way you'd have expected it to a month ago.

Or

You have a few unexpected run-ins and a very surprising conversation with Katy.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.5k

a/n: This installment is a part of the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments, not until you reach "The Aftermath" (Part 58) will there be comfort. My personal favorite Matt POV in this arc is in this installment! You can find the entire list of installments for this series here.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of your winter coat, you made your way back towards the office. You’d been out conducting an interview for The Bulletin this Wednesday mid-morning, though it wasn’t anything remotely exciting. Ellison had been throwing fluff piece after fluff piece at you ever since the incident last month. You were beginning to think he would never let you write about anything other than safe, boring topics again. 

You sighed, head rolling back on your shoulders as you walked the few blocks back to the office, face turning upwards to the sky. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a bitter chill in the air today, something that felt refreshing despite the fact that it was still the middle of winter. It was a beautiful day and you’d take it, especially considering what day it was–Valentine’s Day. The last thing you needed was some gloomy, snowy day making your mood worse.

Someone nearby called your name and you startled, head lowering as your brows drew together. You stopped on the sidewalk, glancing in the direction of the voice. Your lips parted in surprise at the sight of the nun making her way down the sidewalk towards you–Matt’s mother. Internally you cursed yourself for not realizing you were near Clinton Church as you forced a smile onto your face and waited for her on the sidewalk.

“Sister Maggie,” you greeted her awkwardly in return. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you.”

She approached you, a warm smile on her face as she did. "Maybe God wanted us to cross paths this morning," she said, a brow raising onto her forehead.

Or maybe whatever higher power there was just wanted to hurt you a bit more by forcing an interaction with your ex's mother on Valentine’s Day. But you were far too intimidated by Matt's mother to actually say that aloud, so instead you just continued to smile awkwardly at her. 

"Matthew told me what happened last month," Maggie continued, apparently getting right to the point. "How those men came after you to get to him. How he ended things to keep you safe from himself." Maggie shook her head, huffing out a breath. "Personally I think he's being rather foolish and ridiculous. Blaming himself for things beyond his control," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I suppose if he didn't then he wouldn't be the man I know. He always did have a tendency to try to take all of the blame onto himself as a form of punishment."

"It's not entirely his fault," you murmured, eyes darting down to the sidewalk. "But it's not exactly like he ever gave me a chance to tell him that, either."

"Ahh, yes," Maggie said, nodding gently. "He told me how he…left things after. Though he wouldn't say much about it. Just that he regretted his abrupt departure from your place that night. And how he had yelled. Hurt you and ended things instead of being there for you."

Your cheeks reddened at the thought of Matt possibly mentioning anything to her about the rough sex with him shortly after the entire incident before he ended things. Shifting awkwardly on your feet, you continued to avoid eye contact. 

"How have you been doing, though, dear?" she asked gently. "I imagine you've been having a rough go of things dealing with the aftermath of it all. Are you doing alright?"

You didn't know what it was that made your eyes begin to water at her question; maybe it was because of the fact you had spent most of this past month alone, trying to process a traumatic event in conjunction with a broken heart. Or maybe it was because it was Matt’s mother here genuinely wondering how you were, something you felt you hadn't even gotten from Matt himself. Or maybe it was a combination of the two things, but either way, a few tears slid out of your eyes. 

Maggie drew you into a hug without hesitation, her embrace warm and comforting. Your arms easily wrapped back around her, your mind not even remotely overthinking the gesture. Somehow it felt right. 

"It's been difficult," you admitted quietly, voice breaking as you answered her. "I miss him. But I’m also mad at him." 

"He misses you, too," she told you. "From what I hear of things, your anger is quite understandable. But I'm sure Matthew will come around eventually. He's stubborn but I know he loves you and deeply regrets the hurt he caused you. He's been coming around here more often ever since. Seeking guidance and praying."

You pulled back from her embrace, swiftly wiping your hands across your cheeks and drying the tears that had fallen. "I used to think he might come around," you admitted. "Now I'm not so sure about that anymore," you whispered. "All I've heard from him over this past month was that he wanted to be friends. That was two weeks ago after his terrible attempt at an apology. And then right after that he openly accepted the advances of some woman right in front of me."

Maggie's eyes narrowed curiously at you. "Hmm," she hummed out. "That doesn't quite sound like Matthew."

"No," you agreed. "It doesn't. But it hurt. He's pushed me away for good, though. He's made that quite clear. And I can't–can't do the friendship thing with him all over again." You sighed, shaking your head. "It's over between us."

Maggie hummed out a curious noise, one of her fingers tapping along her arm. "You know, you may be misreading him with your own pain clouding your mind. Quite understandable of course, we are only human. But maybe if you look past the anger you might see more than you have been." She smiled warmly back at you, nodding lightly as she continued gently. "I have faith things will work out. You mean too much to him, and I can see the love you have for him even now written on your face. What you both have is real. So, I have faith he will figure out how to talk to you and make things right."

You sent her a tight smile, nodding at her words even if you didn't quite believe them. "I should probably get back to the office though," you told her. "I was just finishing up an interview a few blocks over. If I don't check in soon, after what happened, my boss is probably going to file a missing person report."

She was still smiling back at you, her eyes reminding you so much of Matt's. "I won't keep you any longer then," she said. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. I'm quite good at listening."

"Thank you," you told her. "I appreciate that, really."

As you made your way back to the office, Maggie's words kept replaying through your mind. You couldn’t help but feel like she was wrong, though. Matt didn't want to pursue things with you anymore, he certainly had made that clear with his utter lack of communication.

________

"How long do you think I'll be on Ellison's list of fragile reporters?" you asked Katy, drawing the beer to your lips.

"After what happened?" Katy asked, shooting you a look over her glass. "You're probably going to be writing all the lame pieces, girl. You were literally taken right from the office by armed men. He is not forgetting that any time soon."

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. You didn't know how much longer you could keep writing the fluff pieces without losing your mind. It was mind-numbing work for new journalists and it wasn't for you. 

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight, by the way," Katy said, her hand fidgeting with her glass.

You shrugged, running your hands down your face. "Not like I have anyone to spend Valentine’s with," you said bitterly. "Really I should be thanking you for keeping me company."

"Actually," Katy said, nervously shifting in her seat, "there was something I have been dying to ask you."

The tone of her voice caught your attention. Curiously you studied her at the bar beside you, head tilting to the side as you did. She wasn't usually the nervous type but right now you could see her awkwardly fidgeting with her glass.

"Okay?" you prompted.

"I've been wondering about it ever since last month," she began hesitantly, eyes on her drink. "I thought it was insane at first. But then I…started to think about it a bit more and I–I have to ask." 

Your eyes narrowed at her as she leaned towards you with her elbows on the bar counter, her eyes briefly darting around the pair of you before she finally spoke in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Is Daredevil your ex?"

You had been so beyond expecting that to come out of her mouth that you couldn't even hide your stunned reaction. Her eyes widened instantly, her jaw dropping open. 

"Oh my God," she breathed out. "It's him, isn't it? He's–" she waved her hands frantically in front of herself, "–he-who-must-not-be-named!"

Recovering, you instantly shushed her. Your own eyes began darting around the bar. No one seemed to be paying either of you any mind, though. 

"You cannot say anything!" you whispered harshly. "I mean it, Katy! That's dangerous information. You shouldn't know that." You shook your head roughly, licking your lips nervously. " How do you even know that?"

She leaned in further and you easily copied the gesture. Matt was not going to like that she knew, and for both of their safety you were going to have to find a way to tell him now. The thought of that made your skin crawl–he wouldn’t be thrilled.

"I didn't think much of it until he came to visit me that night you'd been taken," she whispered. "I thought it was strange that you-know-who was at my apartment, ordering me to stop calling the police and checking in with them to see if they'd found you. Then he said he'd saved you. When he asked for your phone, that cemented my curiosity," she said. "He said he was bringing it back to you. Which I thought was a little above and beyond for him, you know?" She cleared her throat, one finger nervously tapping on her glass before continuing on. "And then earlier that night, after they'd taken you and I had called the police, I found your phone in the bathroom. I didn't understand why you had left it behind. I was wondering if you'd wanted me to find something on it. But I didn't, I just saw you'd called Matt before you left with those men."

You ran a hand across your mouth, your mind racing. "And somehow you put it all together?" you asked her. 

"Well that and the fact that, for a blind man, Matt sure is quite fit. Exactly like someone else. And then the other week I…may have searched through some old images of the masked man and the jawline was so similar." Katy exhaled a rough breath, shaking her head. "It would make sense, too, I realized. If Karen Page really was fired for knowing his identity and not telling Ellison, and she’s also friends with Matt… There were just so many things that made sense, but I just–just can't believe it.”

“Yeah, well,” you began, eyes once again darting around the bar to make sure no one was listening in, “you’re going to have to keep that to yourself. Forever. Because you don’t just have knowledge that will endanger him, it’ll endanger you.”

Katy sucked in an audible sharp breath. “That’s why they took you, wasn’t it?” she pressed, her eyes widening again. “Not just because of the story you were looking into, but because you knew that, right?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “And I almost died because I know. So your best bet is to forget that you do.”

“Holy shit,” she breathed out.

Beside you, Katy picked up her glass and downed its contents, wincing as the alcohol went down. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It can be a little scary to have that knowledge. I still can’t believe you figured it out, either.”

“No,” Katy said, shaking her head. “I mean, holy shit I can’t believe you were dating him all this time.”

With a huff you grabbed your beer, drawing it up to your lips. “Not helping the being broken up on Valentine’s Day feelings right now,” you pointed out.

“Right, sorry,” she muttered. “It’s just…you were with a literal superhero.”

Your shoulders sagged as you spun forward on the bar stool. “Don’t remind me,” you muttered, taking a long pull off of your beer.

________

Hugging your arms around yourself for warmth, you made your way back home from the bar. You and Katy had stayed there for a couple of hours drinking. She had kept trying not to bring up questions about Matt, but somehow she always would. Eventually it had gotten to be too much for you so you’d decided to call it a night and walk the few blocks back to your apartment before it got too late, hoping to sober up in the chill of the night.

You had been lost in thought, your mind still reeling at the fact that Katy had figured out Daredevil was your ex, that you hadn’t noticed the person in the nearby alley until they’d stepped out and startled you. You yelped in surprise, throwing a hand over your racing heart. To your relief you realized it was Matt as Daredevil, but then your heart was thundering in your chest for other reasons. Especially since your last encounter with him as Daredevil was Matt breaking your heart.  

"Why the hell are you jumping out of alleys at me?" you questioned, trying to calm yourself.

"I wasn't jumping out of an alley," he countered. "If you weren’t so inebriated and had been paying attention to your surroundings you'd have noticed me."

Eyes narrowing, a frown slipped onto your face. Great, so you were getting angry Daredevil again. What a great way to end your Valentine’s Day. 

"And you shouldn't be walking home alone at night drunk to begin with," he added bitterly. "It's not safe."

"Is there something you want?" you asked flatly. "Or has it just been too long since you last had the chance to yell at me that you needed another opportunity?"

"That's…that's not what this is," he said, tone softening as he shook his head. 

"Really? Cause it sure seems like Daredevil just found his new favorite verbal punching bag," you shot, the alcohol in your system fueling your comments. "Lucky me, I guess."

"Stop," he warned. 

"Or what?" you goaded, pain lacing its way into your words as you took a step towards him. "You already broke my heart, I don't think there's much more you can do to hurt me at this point, Devil." 

Matt's masked face snapped to the side, his shoulders drawing in towards his neck like what you'd said had really hurt him. The anger inside of you quickly dissipated at the sight, Maggie's words from this morning repeating in your mind. Your eyes narrowed at Matt's silent, tense form before you. 

Maybe your pain had been clouding your mind. Maybe you were reading him wrong. Because right now he looked wounded . Emotionally wounded by your words.

Expelling a rough breath you took a step back, stuffing your hands back into your coat pockets. Your gaze dropped down to your feet on the pavement in the alley, suddenly becoming aware of how oddly empty Hell's Kitchen seemed tonight. Everyone in this city was probably on a date or fucking right now except for you. 

"I'm sorry," you muttered awkwardly. "That was low. I shouldn't take my feelings out on you."

"No, you're right," he answered softly. "I have been an asshole. And I am sorry even if you don't believe it." His masked face turned back towards you, a frown forming on his mouth. "I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to. And I shouldn’t have yelled–especially now. I just…it isn't safe walking alone drunk at night, especially for a young woman."

Your lips pursed together as you shrugged stiffly. "It's not that late and I'm not that drunk," you mumbled. 

"To answer your question," he continued lightly, "there wasn't anything I stopped you for. I just–just thought I picked up on your heartbeat a block over and…I don't know," he finished lamely with a partial shrug of his own. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. But I might just…be nearby until you get back home safely. If–if that's okay?"

You bit your lip, nodding again. "Yeah," you whispered. 

Matt gave a single nod of his own before he turned, about to head back into the alley. No doubt he was about to climb up a building and follow you along the roofs until you made it back to your place. Your heart ached at the thought; a month ago he'd have slipped through your window after and stayed the night with you.

Remembering what had just happened at the bar, you jolted out of your thoughts. "Wait!" you called after Matt, taking a few steps towards him.

He paused, turning towards you in the alley but remaining where he’d stopped. Nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, heart racing in your chest at what his reaction might be to the news you were about to give him, you hesitantly crossed the space towards him. He quietly tracked your movements with his masked head as it tilted curiously to the side.

"I figured you should know," you said quietly, nerves fluttering in your stomach, "because it's probably important that you do. But–"

"You're seeing someone else," Matt cut in.

Your jaw dropped, brows pulling together in confusion. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head. "No, not at all. Why, are you?" you blurted. Immediately you winced, shaking your head again. "You don't need to answer that. But no, I was going to tell you that…Katy knows."

"What?" he asked, head canting further to the side. "Katy knows what?"

"About–about you," you stammered out. 

You saw the moment realization dawned on him. He inhaled sharply, his body tensing before you. At his sides, you noticed his gloved hands curling into fists. Your pulse sped up in fear of him yelling at you more. 

"I didn't tell her," you told him in a rush. "I swear. She literally just figured it out herself after–after that night. And when she asked me just a bit ago, I was so taken off guard that I guess my face answered her question." You swallowed hard, shrinking back from him. "I'm so sorry. I made sure she knew she couldn't say anything. Made sure she knew how dangerous it was for her to know. I–I thought telling you was necessary."

He ran a gloved hand across his mouth, your eyes taking in his stiff movements. You grimaced, taking another step back from him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "Please don't get mad at me again."

His masked face turned towards you, those red lenses of his helmet flashing at you through the dark as his head turned. A second later his fists uncurled and his shoulders relaxed.

"I'm not mad at you," he whispered. "I can hear your heartbeat. I know it wasn't your fault. I was reckless that night, it shouldn't be a surprise that she figured it out. I’ll uh, I’ll have to pay her a visit, though. I guess. Make sure she truly understands the seriousness.”

“You’re not…going to yell at her, are you?” you asked nervously. 

He shook his head quickly. “No, not at all,” he answered.

“Good,” you breathed out, nodding. 

Silence fell between the pair of you and you awkwardly gnawed on your bottom lip. This weird run-in felt like it had reached its end now and you knew you should go, but a part of you didn’t want to. You weren’t entirely sure if Matt was feeling the same way as he stood silently before you, his left hand clenching and unclenching a few times. 

“I should go,” you said awkwardly after a moment. “Let you get back to your uh, Nocturnal Exploits and all.”

Matt’s mouth slowly curled upwards at one corner, most likely due to another weird name you had for his Daredevil activities. He nodded slowly but he made no move to leave. You took a step back, eyes raking over him before you. There was a sharp pang in your chest at how wrong this entire interaction felt between the pair of you; all of this just felt wrong. 

“Goodbye, Devil,” you whispered, trying to fight back the sting of tears in your eyes.

Turning on your heel, the world briefly spinning at the movement due to the alcohol in your system, you began to make your way out of the alley. You had barely reached the edge of it before you heard him call out behind you.

“I’m not,” he said.

His voice caused you to pause and glance back over your shoulder at him. He’d taken a step closer towards you, you noticed. One of your brows rose curiously onto your forehead at him.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” he clarified.

“Oh,” you breathed out, your heart fluttering in your chest at the admission. “Okay.”

You made your way back onto the sidewalk, heat rising up to your cheeks despite the cold. You weren’t entirely why he’d wanted to make sure you knew that he wasn’t seeing anyone else–it wasn’t really your business anymore. Shooting one last look down the alley, you noticed Matt had disappeared. But you knew he wasn’t really gone, not at the moment; you knew he was on a rooftop nearby, his focus on you as you walked the rest of your way back home.

________

Judging by how quiet the streets had gotten, Matt knew it was incredibly late. He’d gone out for a couple more hours after he’d made sure you had gotten back to your apartment safe and had paid Katy a brief visit. Though it was beginning to get difficult for him to ignore the cold now with how long he’d been out in it.

He wasn’t sure what drew him to stop by your apartment on his way back home tonight yet again. He also wasn’t sure what had caused him to drop down onto your fire escape and reach a gloved hand out, carefully testing the window. It easily slid upwards. 

For a moment Matt stood hesitating on your fire escape wondering what that had meant. Had you simply forgotten to lock it? Or…were you still secretly waiting for him to slip back through your window one of these nights? Even after everything this past month?

His hand remained on the window that was open only a fraction, his tongue nervously darting out to wet his lips. Inside your apartment, he could hear the steady way your heart beat and the slow, rhythmic breaths that told him you were deep asleep in your bed. More deep asleep than usual because of the alcohol he’d smelled on you earlier tonight–a few more beers than you usually drank in an evening, he’d sullenly noted. His heart ached thinking the cause had been him and the particular romantic day of the year that it had happened to be. It was certainly not how he’d planned to spend this day, having weeks ago been planning a romantic date night with you on the rooftop of his building. But instead you’d gotten drunk at a bar with your friend because of him, and then, ever the asshole, he’d yelled at you in an alley. 

Exhaling a rough breath, Matt began to slide the window back down, but then he heard you make the softest noise of distress in your sleep and he could hear the way your grip tightened on your pillow. Without thinking, he lifted the window all the way up and found himself slipping into your apartment. Quietly he closed the window almost entirely behind himself before carefully walking towards your bedroom. 

He stopped in the doorway, leaning up against the doorframe. You were still fast asleep in your bed. Somehow the smell of alcohol was stronger around you now and another pang hit Matt in the chest. He didn’t even care about his own emotional pain over the decision to break up with you, despite Foggy and Karen's repeated attempts to make him acknowledge that pain. No, he only hated that he’d hurt you so deeply. You didn’t deserve that.

Pushing off of the doorframe, he silently made his way through your living room and into your kitchen. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass, knowing exactly where you kept them, before closing the cabinet and filling the cup up with water. He turned, his boots padding softly along your floor as he made his way back towards your bedroom. 

He gently placed the full glass of water down onto your nightstand. With how much beer you’d drank tonight, and how dehydrated your body seemed, he knew you’d be in desperate need of water when you woke. He was hoping you’d wake up thinking you’d gotten the glass before getting into bed, too hungover to think much else about it when you woke.

His focus fell on you next as he stood just a foot from where you were curled up in your bed. You shifted a little more in your sleep and he could tell the sheets had fallen further down your body in your tossing and turning. Slowly he reached out a hand, finding the edge of your sheets and gently pulling them up towards your shoulders. He could hear the muscles move around the mouth as he did–you were smiling. Matt couldn’t fight back the small smile that slid onto his own mouth in return. 

As he righted himself beside your bed again, he knew he should go. He shouldn’t have invaded your space like this, especially without your knowledge. And as much as he wanted to peel himself out of his armor, pull back the sheets and climb into the bed beside you, draw you into his arms and fall asleep wrapped around you, he knew he needed to leave. He shouldn’t be here.

The smile slipped off of Matt’s face as he turned and made his way out of your bedroom, though he stopped in the doorway once more. His head turned over his shoulder, facing your sleeping form. 

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” he whispered.

And then he continued on, making his way through your living room towards the window he had left open just a crack. He slid it up and slipped back onto your fire escape, closing the window after himself. Afterwards, he made his way back home to his own empty bed for the night.

[armando-triplepapito]

Armando and Betty are my Roman empire! I would really hate it if they ruined the beautiful relationship they have.

Yes!! Same!! I love them so much when I heard about the new sequel I was excited to see how much stronger their bond has gotten over the years. But after finding out about the amnesia plotline I’ve been having mixed feelings about it.

It sounds interesting cause it’ll be like a do over with their love story. They’ll be able to restart their relationship without the horrible plan Mario created. I’m kinda liking that idea cause tbh I am a sucker for couples falling in love with each other all over again (doesn’t matter the scenario). In a sense it’s kinda romantic for me.❤️

Then again we might not see their great partnership they’ve created from the 20+ yrs of marriage.

In the OG Armando would get into all sorts of trouble but Betty would be able to solve them by assessing the situation now imagine in the new sequel roles are reversed! Instead of Betty solving problems it’ll be Armando taking on that role! Ahh that would be so cool!! But if we’re taking the amnesia route then will most likely not see this unless, by some miracle, towards the end of the series.😒

Also I’m worried that with the amnesia plotline the story will start off with Betty and Armando having a rough marriage with a divorce on sight and end with “thanks to Betty fighting for Armando’s memories(and love) now their marriage is stronger than ever”. I can swear to you this is how it’s going to play out! And if they do then to me that just sounds like lazy writing and uninteresting to me.

Tho I have to admit it would be nice to see Armando avoiding all forms of flirtation from other women cause of his love for Betty even if he doesn’t have his memories. It’s like his mind doesn’t remember but his heart and body does which is romantic to me ngl🙈.

Now that I think about it I remember AMO mentioned in an interview that in this sequel Betty will think about the choices she’s made in her life. I really do hope it doesn’t involve Betty regretting marrying Armando!! Cause if that’s even mentioned I will not take the sequel seriously. From that point onwards I’ll just think about it as a live action fanfic and not a continuation to the novela.😒

Sorry for being so negative! It’s just that I don’t have much hope for the writers. I remember someone mentioned that the writers for the sequel were involved in Pasión de Gavilanes. Even tho I’ve never watch that novela Ik a lot of people hated the progression and ending of it. I just hope the writers have been listening to the ysblf fandom and not mess things up!

Anyways things that I really want to see in the new sequel is lovey dovey scenes from B&A, jealousy on both sides, them defending each other, their different parenting style and how they harmonize, and most of all I want scenes of Armando being his sexy self🫦

Also it’ll be funny if they end the sequel with them wanting another kid🤣 cause ngl I’m still shocked how they only had one lol!

[coldfanbou]

Personality Switch

I struggled mightily with this piece. So for those that didn't know, the concept, as I remember it, was Isa being a bully to everyone in school except OC. That switch made it so troubling because I had two different ideas of who Isa was supposed to be. So this is a shorter piece because of that, need to figure out how to do that better.

Length 1.4K

Isa X Mreader

Everyone knew Isa as the bully. Except for you, she was always submissive to you. Her personality would switch quickly; you could see her go from a domineering and cruel woman to acting like the kindest person who couldn't hurt a fly. You knew what she was like to the others, though. When she was submissive to you, begging was a big part of her personality. Today was no different as she went about her day. "Come on; you can't spare anything? I know how your daddy always gives you some money. Don't try to hide it from me." Isa said as she criticized one of her classmates. "If you kiss my feet, I'll forgive you." She said as she raised her foot. 

"I-I'm not g-going to give you any m-money, and I'm not going to kiss your foot." Isa got up from her desk.

"That’s how it's going to be, huh?" Isa slams her foot down on top of her classmates before making them keel over with a punch to the abdomen. "Go on, kiss my foot." She said with an indignant look on her face. Isa's classmate gives in to her demands. "That’s a good little piggy. That'll be your name now because you're my piggy bank." Isa had a smile painted on her face as she said that. Isa grabbed their wallet and took out some bills before tossing it to the floor and leaving the classroom. She skipped down the hall and upstairs as she entered your class. "Oppa! I got paid this week; let's go out to eat. I'll pay!" She said with childlike excitement.

You take your eyes off your homework and turn your attention to Isa. "You stole that money, didn't you?" 

"I worked hard for this money, Oppa! Don't treat me like a criminal." Isa replied as she puffed up her cheeks. 

You get up. as you walk to Isa, she becomes uneasy. You put your hand under her chin and tilt her head back as if you were going to kiss her. "Did you take that money from someone, Isa?" You ask her. "Be honest with me, Isa, and I may not punish you."

"...I took it from my classmate." You walk past Isa and deliver a thundering smack to her ass. "Ahh! Oppa, please. I told you what you wanted to know."

"Isa, I'm disappointed in you. I thought you said you would stop doing this." 

"I'm sorry, Oppa, but-" 

You deliver another hard hit to Isa's backside. "No buts Isa." 

"Oppa, please, I'll stop. I'll be good from now on, I promise!" 

"Are you going to do what I say from now on?"

"Yes, yes, I will!" 

"Then bend over the desk."

"Oppa?"

"Do it. Now." Isa bends over the desk, her creamy thighs in full view in her shorts. You grab onto her ass, drawing a moan from Isa. Releasing it from your grip, you smack Isa's ass again. She yelps in pain. You don't feel satisfied with the hit, though. "Take off your shorts, Isa." She does so without questioning you. An erection starts to form in your pants as you look at her bare ass and the lips of her pussy. "You didn't wear any panties, Isa?"

"No, I wanted to surprise you later." She says in a small voice.

You only get harder seeing her slit already wet. Instead of spanking her again, you crouch down and spread her lips.

"Oppa!"

"Quiet, Isa." You slide one finger into her pussy, her walls grip it well. You curl your finger inside her, and Isa starts to whimper at your actions.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" You don't give her a response; you continue your actions at the same pace. "Oppa, please." You slide another finger inside Isa; she whines as she feels your fingers stir her insides. 

"You need to be taught a lesson so you won't do these things again, Isa. You're going to be a good girl from now on. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Oppa." She says sadly. Undoing your belt, you prepare yourself to fuck her. As you press your cock against her entrance, you feel Isa shake her ass. You press onward, pushing into Isa's tight pussy. When you're buried inside her, you bask in the feeling of her pussy squeezing down on your cock, caressing it. "You're so big, Oppa. I love your cock." 

"If you love it so much, you would stop causing trouble. If you did, we would be fucking more often."

Isa perked up as she heard that. "Really!?" You don't say another word and instead, start thrusting. Isa's walls stick to your cock as you pull out and ram yourself back in. Isa's moans grow loud quickly as you thrust quicker. You tear Isa's top from her body and grab her tits. You start focusing on your own pleasure rather than any lesson for Isa. "Oppa, that feels so good! Fuck me harder!" She pleaded as she started to thrust her ass toward you. You deliver another smack to her ass because of her pleas. 

You underhook both of her arms, using your strength to slam her down on your cock. "Oppa, I'm going to cum! I'm-I'm cumming!" Isa yells as you feel her walls tighten around your cock. Isa grimaces as she squirts onto the floor below. 

She goes limp in your arms, and you whisper to her. "You've made such a mess, Isa. That's not something a good girl would do."

"I'm sorry, Oppa, your cock just feels so nice inside me." Slowly you begin to thrust again. "Oppa, wait a second. I need to rest."

"Then it wouldn't be a punishment, Isa." You impale Isa with every thrust, driving yourself deep into her pussy without second thoughts. Isa cries out in pleasure as she's overstimulated and struggling to keep from cumming again. 

"Oppa, please! Wait!" Isa's body shakes as she cums again. You debate continuing to fuck her but decide against it. Isa was at her limit and would break if you did.

"Did you learn your lesson, Isa?"

"Yes, Oppa. I won't steal money again. I'll be a good girl, I promise." She muttered in response as she struggled to keep her eyes open. 

"You're going to clean me up and then the room before you leave, okay?"

"Okay, Oppa." When you let go of Isa, she falls to the floor immediately into the puddle from her earlier orgasm. Her hand weakly reaches for your cock. She gives your cock a few strokes before licking it from base to tip. Isa says, "I taste so good on your cock" before laughing. To anyone watching, it would look like she was drunk. Isa ran her mouth along the sides of your cock, her tongue lapping your shaft. You moaned as her warm mouth took in the tip of your cock. Isa's tongue ran over the head slowly as she looked up at you to see if she was doing a good job. As you moaned her name, Isa sped up and started to bob her head. As she took in more of your shaft, she smiled. Isa enjoyed giving you a blowjob. She pressed your cock against the inside of her cheek. A playful smile was on her face as she looked up at you. "Am I doing a good job?"

"Yeah, yeah, you are. Just keep going." You moan. At this point, your cock was already clean; you were just enjoying the feeling of Isa sucking on your cock. It pained you, but as you neared your orgasm, you pulled your cock away from Isa.

"Oppa! You were so close, I-I wanted to taste your cum." 

You playfully slap her cheek, "if you're a good girl, you get some next time." You pull up your pants and grab your things to leave. 

Isa pulls herself up, angrily stomping her feet and saying, "That’s not fair!"

You cup Isa's face, "That’s bad girl behavior, Isa. Are you a bad girl?"

She shakes her head quickly. "I'm not a bad girl; I'm a good girl. I swear I am!"

"Then don't talk back. Now clean up the room." After telling her this, you leave Isa alone in the room to clean up her mess.

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Day 5 ~ Celebration

It’s your anniversary 4 years and you decided to celebrate it by going to the aquarium you have always wanted to go to. Going off on Jon Hamm’s age which is 52. Reader is 34.

“Come on Y/N we are going to be late.” You hear Beau yell from downstairs. “Keeps you pants on old man I am almost done.” You teasingly yelled back. “You weren’t saying that last night, now were you Hun.” He teased back and all you could do is smirk at the memories of last night, you really could not get enough of each other as he was promoted to Admiral yesterday. “Okay you got me there.” You started walking down the stairs with a smile. “You know I just love teasing you. I love being with you. Even if you are old.” You cackled at the look on his face. “I love being with you too baby girl.” The handsome man replied with a smirk.

“You know if we weren’t so late already I would have taken you over my knee right here on this couch.” He grinned and you gasped. “Damn I was looking so forward to that.” You giggled and he just shake his head. “Maybe if we get back you can have me anyway you like.” He pulled you into a breath taking kiss and smirked when you quietly moaned into his mouth before pulling away.

“Okay now that all the kinky shit is out of the way. Let’s go I really wanna see the penguin show, Bradley was there the other day with Natasha and little Nick and they loved the show. They said we can even pet the dolphins after their show so we are definitely doing that.” You giggled racing towards the front door causing Cyclone to laugh at your eagerness and at the look on your face is just doing wonders for what he has planned. “Even Hangman enjoyed it.” You continued grabbing Beau’s keys running towards the car jumping in while he loaded the picnic basket into the back of his boot.

“Is that so.” He questions with a loving look on his face. “Yeah I believe Jake said he got to pet the dolphins and they got him all wet.” He listened to you talk starting the car and reversing out of the garage. “Now wouldn’t that be super fun oh I love you for having this idea for our anniversary.” You smiled at the man you love. “Well I had a little bit of help from you father.” He retorted. “He knows you are a fan of the aquarium and with the last couple of months that has been stressful and rough I decided we need to have a bit of a break.” You grinned as he kissed you quickly at the red light.

“Oh wow. Look at all the colourful fish.” You looked amazed at the scene before you and Beau chuckled. “Hey look there is Dory, Marlin and Nemo.” You squealed like an excited kid on their first field trip pointing, at the smaller tank. “Ahh they are so cute.” You giggled and Beau pulled you into a side hug. “They are cute Y/N, but not as cute as you.” He flirted and you blushed. “Well mister Simpson keep talking like that and I might combust right this instant.” You smiled shyly up at him and he grinned.

“Let’s go a bit forward I think the tunnel is in front of us.” He pointed to the front and he pulled you along with him. Stopping as you reach the mouth of the tunnel and all you can do was gasp at the view in front of you. Looking around you are met with coral and stingrays on the one side and different types of fish on the other. You turned to look at Beau to say you love him again but you cut yourself off as he drops to one knee.  

“Y/N/N I’m so grateful for every second we have spent together and will spend together in the future. I’m grateful that we met. I’m grateful that somehow in this crazy universe with infinite possibilities, destiny paved the way so we could see each other at the right time, at the right place, in the right moment. Even if that that place was the Hard Deck with your dad kicking my ass at pool.” He smiled down as you chuckled at the memory with tears starting to form. “So many things could have happened to keep us from existing together. Yet we met and started something so beautifully wonderful. I’m grateful for us and I never want to let you go.”

“I know it sounds cliche but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Even when your dad threaten to shoot down my plane when he found out about our first date.” Again you could only giggle. “Not the love that people talk about. But an unexplained attraction, a feeling of home, an urge that I need to talk to you at the end of each day and to make you mine forever. All I know is what we’ve shared since the moment we met is special and meant to be preserved. Your presence alone has made my life so beautiful. If there’s happiness and laughter in my life, I owe it all to you.” He looked up at you with tears forming in his eyes.

“I only want two things in this world right now. I want you and I want us. Will you be mine? Please do me the honour and let me call you my wife.” He concluded and you started nodding as he pulled the ring out of the box. “Yes, yes of course I will marry you. I love you so, so much I also can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cried pulling him up and quickly pulled him into a hug hearing cheers around you. Pulling away from Cyclone you are met with you dad and Penny and the rest of the dagger squad and their families.

You smiled at the people around you as they clapped hands as Beau pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Congratulations man.” Warlock pulled Beau into a quick hug patting him on the back before turning to you and congratulating you as well. “Congrats baby, you are going to be the most beautiful bride.” Your father smiled turning towards Cyclone. “Just because you are an Admiral now doesn’t mean I won’t still shoot you down if you hurt my little girl.” Pete threatened and you just groaned. “Seriously dad.” “Seriously Pete.” Penny looked at her husband and just shake her head before pulling you and Cyclone into a hug.

“Congratulations you guys, I have no doubt that this will be a wonderful marriage filled with so much love.” Penny said with a smile. “Thanks Pen, I love you.” “Love you too sweetie.” She pulled Mav away scolding the man and he just apologised with a small smile. As the rest of the squad congratulated you guys and they gushed about your beautiful ring.

For the rest of the day you spend it having fun with your fiancé and the rest of your friends and family. Thankfully you made it just in time for the penguin show along with the dolphin show. Now that was a fun experience. You have never felt so loved before than that day. You would not exchange it for anything in the world. After the trip Penny and your dad invited you guys and the group of friends and family for a barbeque where you guys had just as much fun.

Day 4 | Masterlist | Day 6

Used this link for the proposal scene lines/speech

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Oh man the update of broken was great Sukuna running to Yuuji, Yuuji immediately disposing of the bloody clothes, Sukuna straight up defending himself with a knife!!! All incredible I hope if that guy lives he regrets that shit for the rest of his life…. Ohh ok ideal ending for him his wife sees the out that was offered and calls the police not to help him but instead to turn him in for human trafficking. He survives but goes to jail for life and she uses all his money to help others omegas in awful positions. I'm too spiteful to offer a quick death. I want the man to live and suffer. Damn the angst though Sukuna you deserve so much better no one should have treated you like that. Ahh I wish he had stayed!! Yuuji go get your man back his self loathing drove him away. It was so good to read the two of them together and then the creeping realization that Sukuna wouldn't stay forming in the back of my mind like a bruise 🙃. I'm holding on to the promise of a happy ending though.

On top of this update we've got a new fic!! Ohh I'm excited to see where it's going to go. It started off so strong I love to see Yuuji taking no shit good for him. I was practically cheering when he bit Sukuna love that he literally fights back and doesn't tolerate that man getting pushy.

Yuuji *describes how he'd like to cuddle with an alpha*

Sukuna *drags him into his domain and gives him nesting stuff (but is a huge dick about it and tries to enter the nest without permission)*

Yuuji *bites the shit out of him*

Sukuna *!!!????*

Ahh, Sukuna, if you want to be the alpha Yuuji cuddles with you gotta learn to act right. Hmm OK so for future chapters I'd love to see Sukuna crooning for Yuuji and honestly I'd love to see some sub Sukuna. Like in the touch starved prompt and the well behaved curse prompt. I want Yuuji to eventually let Sukuna into his nest but only after he's got him to behave. Another thing I wouldn't mind seems is Sukuna practicing making nests and gathering material for Yuuji. I know alphas aren't usually the ones to make the nests but since Yuuji won't let him in his Sukuna has to do something to try and tempt him. Really I love seeing the antics these two can get up to. I love them. Let's see I want to see Sukuna being an absolute bastard of course but once he and Yuuji are together I want him to preen like a goddamn peacock that he nabbed the best omega around. Hmm if at some point there are pups I would not complain hehe. No pressure to write any of these. they're just suggestions. No matter where the story goes I'm sure it will be delightful! Thank you for writing and sharing with us!!

Broken is going through the angst train right now but chapter ten is the last one before some wholesome comfort and fluff ; w ; And yeah, in that one, there is some things Sukuna needs to overcome before he can finally just accept Yuuji wants him there ; w ; As for the new fic, lots of good ideas! The strong omega Yuuji who takes shit from no one is going to be continued through the whole fic, no worries there hehe! But hmmm.... I think I will use some of that "sub" Sukuna takes to put in there, just to give the house on fire fight they are about to have in chapter two more layers! Thank you for the input!

This new fic is where I take every comment and put them in a blender and write out a chapter based on all the input hehe! It is actually really fun!

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Sun's Gonna Shine Today - Eleventh Doctor Imagine (Doctor Who)

Title: Sun's Gonna Shine Today

Pairing: Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Based On: The Emperor

Word Count: 982 words

Warning(s): mention of loss (grief), unhealthy avoidance techniques (denial), burnout, physical injury

Summary: (Season 7) (Y/n) has grown tired of being dragged from adventure to adventure. When things boil over on the latest trip, they decide to confront the Doctor about what seems like avoidance.

Author's Note: Here it is! The last part! Ahh!!

YUNGBLUD WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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There was this idea surrounding the Doctor after he lost Amy and Rory.

This idea that his instinct was to stop.

Most people who knew of the Doctor knew of that story. He stopped and hid his TARDIS away in the sky. He closed his doors. He stopped running. The only thing that got him to run again was a woman by the name of Clara.

That story was true.

However, there was a section missing.

His instinct wasn't to stop running.

It was the opposite.

The Doctor had decided that taking any time to stop was simply not an option.

At first, I didn't mind it.

It almost felt like business as usual. Running around and helping people. It was our normal. Adventure after adventure.

And then, the breaks in between trips started getting shorter. And shorter. And shorter. It felt like we were going from one trip to the other with no pause in between.

That wasn't awful until the exhaustion started hitting me. I was so tired. I wanted to keep moving, keep helping, but I couldn't help that my body and mind needed the rest to keep going.

The exhaustion affected everything else about me.

I was running slower, I couldn't think of solutions, I wasn't able to focus. I had even gotten hurt a few times. Cuts and scrapes that I should've been able to avoid.

All of it made me feel awful. Like a burden. A distraction.

The Doctor didn't seem to notice.

He was as excitable as ever. Running and rambling on and on about all the places he wanted to go and things he wanted to show me.

On most days, I found it enduring. He was always so happy to show people the wonders of the universe.

But now, it just looked like a costume. He seemed to forget that his eyes showed everything that he tried to cover up.

I tried to be kind and understanding and accepting.

We were both grieving people. Best friends.

But I could only do that for so long.

I was tired. I had stumbled into the TARDIS. There was a large bruise forming on my side. I could feel it.

The Doctor was running around the console with a smile. He was rambling about where to go next. It was like nothing had happened.

I guess that was when all of my anger boiled over.

"Doctor! Stop!"

He froze next to the console. His eyebrows were furrowed, a frown forming on his face. I let out a guilty sigh, instantly feeling like shit.

"I'm sorry," I said, walking up onto the main floor of the console. "I just... I can't do this. This nonstop running. Not like this."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm used to the adventures and the trips and all of it, but this... it's been nonstop," I explained. "And it's usually fine, but I am exhausted."

"I... I just wanted to show you everything I could," he replied.

"And I adore everything you've shown me," I promised. "But I need to know if you're running because you want to show me everything, or if you're running because you're scared of what will happen if you stop."

There was a pause.

I wasn't used to the Doctor not having some kind of answer. Maybe because I already knew it. It all boiled down to the two empty spaces on the TARDIS. The room that was hidden in the hallways.

"I miss them too," I continued, biting back tears. "But what you're doing now... it's not good. It's not healthy. You have to confront it. You have to deal with it."

"I'm not avoiding anything," he shook his head, going back to the console. "I... Where do you want to go next? Your choice. Anywhere... anything-"

"Doctor-"

"You like those King Arthur stories, right? We could go see the places that inspired them-"

"Doctor-"

"Or, we could-"

"Stop!"

He froze again, looking at me.

"I can't do this anymore! I need time to stop! Please!"

I flinched a bit as a spike of pain went into my side. I tilted my head down, trying to ignore as I looked at the Doctor again.

His face was different now. Not confused. Just concerned. He almost looked scared. All because I flinched. Something about me flinching flipped a switch in his mind. I just couldn't tell what it was at the time.

He took a few steps toward me, stopping just in front of me.

"How many times," he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. "How many times have you gotten hurt, and I've... ignored it?"

"It's fine-"

"No," he cut me off. "It's not okay. How many times?"

"I... I don't really know," I admitted. "A few. Mostly cuts and scrapes. I'm fine. Just tired."

The Doctor took another step forward before lifting his hand to touch my side. I tensed a bit, scared that he was going to put pressure on it.

"This was the worst of them," I explained, my voice much softer than it had been since we got into the TARDIS.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled. His eyes were focused on my side. He shook his head, looking back at me. "We... You should go rest. I'll... I'll put leave the TARDIS on idle. We'll take a break for a while."

"Thank you."

He nodded, turning back to the console.

I was in the doorway to the hall when I stopped. "Doctor."

"Yeah," he looked at me.

"You should probably rest too," I said.

"I will."

I held out my hand for him. "Come on."

He grinned at me for a moment before he walked over and grabbed my hand.

"Thank you," I muttered as we walked down the hall.

And that's when the Doctor stopped running for a while. The break was just longer than I had meant for it to be.

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