#this has probably been done but shhhh

[awoodrew]

[kikolagito]

scott and wallace kiss because scott wants to know 'what it's like to be gay'. wallace sees sparks because of course he does. scott doesn't see sparks because of course he doesn't. wallace got what he wanted but in a way he still has to keep pining, because (according to scott) there weren't any sparks

[cheese-forthedetermined]

[emikomusubi]

Genos with bluetooth capabilities (inspired by this)

[shadeswift99]

I’m calling it now, the Landscaping Your Mind excerpt at the end of Grian’s episode is a hint at what he’s doing with the Rift. Past lives... I don’t know how yet, but I think that’s the key. I’m genuinely so curious to see what on earth he’s trying to pull this time

[helloiamtotally100percentahuman]

ceaseless watcher turn your gays upon this wretched thing

[kirbins]

This has probably been done but shhhh

[undreaming-fanfiction]

The office was boring.

Boring. Booooring. Borrrring. BoOoRrRINg. No matter how Eddie spelled it, it still sucked. Everyone so prim, so proper, so focused. And yeah, Eddie was over the moon that he had a stable and fairly well paying job, don't get him wrong, but he'd always had a rebellious streak and now he really, REALLY felt the urge to shake things up.

It started innocently enough, with a 1 dollar goggly eye sticker sheet in the display window of the local stationery shop. So sue Eddie, he liked ridiculous crap, no doubt inherited from Wayne Munson and his mug empire. So Eddie bought the sticker sheet and the next day, he secretly stuck a pair of goggly eyes onto Nancy Wheeler's webcam. He really wanted to see if there was anything else to her than the painfully annoying drive and perfection.

He got his wish when Nancy was preparing for her Zoom call and Robin Buckley snuck behind her, pressing a finger against her lips. "Shhhh. Not a word. You're being watched," she whispered and pointed at the webcam.

That was when Eddie learned Nancy had the cutest snort laugh and that Robin grew an even cuter shade of pink when she heard it. Two birds, one stone and all that .

He decided to keep his identity as the goggly eye bandit a secret. No one knew where and when he'd strike.

Meeting invites? If you looked closely enough, you'd see a small goggly eye stuck in the g of the word meeting.

Forgotten lunch in the kitchen fridge? One goggly eye per day, growing like mold.

A directive against use of goggly eyes? Of course there would be a NO spelled out of goggly eyes.

The office became a beautiful, goggly eye-infested place. Not boring anymore, not when the team lead found his stack of business cards gogglified.

But then.

THEN.

Someone started to add puffy cartoon-ish lips to his goggly eyes. Eddie couldn't believe it - his rebellion was being rebelled against. Or co-rebelled. His mockery was being mocked. And the worst part was - no one knew it was him so he couldn't complain anywhere. What would he say to the HR? That he voluntarily took upon himself the responsibilities of the office gogglifier position and someone has been encroaching on his territory? 

But that wasn't the end of Eddie's suffering, oh no. Because in his anger, he got sloppy - on Friday he came home, slammed his backpack on the desk...and the goggly eye sheet was gone. He searched for it frantically, retracing his steps, praying he hadn't done the only possible thing - leave it on the pile of paperwork on his desk. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the repercussions would be when he came back to the office on Monday. He was certain he was fucked.

Except...not?

Monday came and Eddie rushed to the office, throwing himself onto the pile of papers on his desk and digging, digging...and finding nothing.

Huh. Maybe he lost it outside? Maybe he accidentally threw it out?

As he moved his chair to start his work day, he noticed an envelope on his work seat, labelled - "FAO Mr. Munson". Probably another directive, notice or something.

Nope. It was his goggly eye sheet. Along with a horrendous lip sticker and a note that said I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU.

You might think that this was the biggest shock of that week for Eddie, but you'd be wrong.

The real shock came the same day, when he attended a joint team meeting in which the office pretty boy, Steve Harrington, was presenting, making notes on the whiteboard, and, after an agonizing half an hour, Eddie finally realized why the handwriting seemed so familiar. Because there was a small twirl in the Os that Harrington wrote and the puffy lip bandit note burned in Eddie's pocket, tempting him to take it out and confirm his suspicions.

As everyone started leaving the conference room, Eddie still stared at the whiteboard, wondering if this was it, if he finally found his arch nemesis.

Harrington just motioned towards Eddie's company badge and touched it, briefly pressing the plastic into Eddie's chest. "Looking nice there, Munson." He winked at Eddie and left.

Eddie's confusion very quickly dissipated when he noticed that the fucker stuck a puffy lip thingy onto his picture in the badge. His lips curled into an evil smile as he exited the conference room.

This meant war.

[slashmagpie]

Shhhh.

It’s silliness, really, that makes Tango creep through the hollows in Decked Out’s walls to his mess of shulkers full of in-game items. He keeps his footsteps light, his breathing shallow, picturing himself a ghost as he slinks through the shadows and stone. It’s silly, but he can’t help but think that maybe, if he’s quiet enough, he might be able to—

Steal from the dungeon.

His fingers touch the shulker he needs, and the stone around him groans, deep and resonating through his bones. Tango grits his teeth, freezing. Busted. He’d known, really, but it’s still—

“It’s fine,” he says to the air, tail lashing, not quite opening the box just yet. “It’s a starter deck. If I was a normal player, I’d have had a Moment of Clarity in my deck from the get-go.”

Another grumble of discontent. Tango shivers. He can feel the disapproval crawling beneath his skin, and it takes all his willpower not to drop the shulker like a hot coal. 

“I know,” he says. “I thought I explained this! It’s an experiment, right? I’m seeing—seeing how dungeon knowledge makes up for a, uh, relative lack of skill.” The dungeon’s unhappiness remains where it is, but does not increase, and Tango lets out a shaking breath as he cracks open the lid of the shulker and peers inside just enough to spot and snag one of the cards he needs. He turns it between his fingers, glittering cardboard, the golden foil glittering in the torchlight. 

“I know I’m not a regular player,” Tango reassures the dungeon once again. “We talked about this, didn’t we? I’m not gonna submit Victory Tomes. And I’m starting behind everyone else. I won’t even run as much! I’m just—gonna try it. Think of it like the test runs again, yeah?” 

The discontent surges—then wanes, like a wave rushing back out to sea, and Tango feels like he can breathe again, the pressure on his lungs lessening. He hadn’t realised just how uncomfortable the weight had been until it was gone. Feeling ten tons lighter, Tango grins at the air.

“See? And, hey, if I run the dungeon, you’ll probably get to eat me loads more. You like that, don’t you?” A wry smirk. “I’m basically your favourite meal.”

The dungeon—doesn’t quite laugh, but the groan is quieter, softer, and tickles more than it prickles or aches. It’s not quite approval, and it’s not happy, but—it’s letting him. It’s letting him run, Moment of Clarity and all.

Tango tucks the additional card away inside his inventory and makes to leave the small, cramped storage room that isn’t a storage room and that Pearl would definitely murder him for. He hurries through his actual storage room and up to the water elevator. He should get his runs done before the dungeon changes its mind again. Honestly, sometimes Decked Out is more of a pain than the Ravagers are. 

…He is glad that it had fallen for his excuses, for the experiment and beta testing explanations, because he’s not sure the dungeon would appreciate his actual reasons for running quite as much. It’s quite particular about the place of its Dungeon Master, and what is and isn’t appropriate for Tango to do. It's why Tango spends hours and hours of his day watching people run the dungeon instead of working on all those repairs he’s got mounting on a list in the back of his mind. And why he has to give a mountain of excuses to play the game he’d helped make. Because really, in actuality—

Tango just wants to have a little fun.

Is that too much to ask?

He places a shard in the barrel and watches the doors open. He can feel the dungeon’s eyes on him already, and it’s weird to not be looking through them himself as he takes off his armour and stores his stuff in the chest. He takes a deep breath, tucks the stolen Moment of Clarity into his deck, and makes his way through the iron door.

Decked Out curls beneath his skin, curious and hungry, and as Tango places his deck into the slot, he feels the dungeon purr. 

[spider-biter]

Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3 🌙🌙🌙

A/N: I’ve been stuck with this in my head for the past 4 days.…. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Also thank you for correcting my misspelling of mierda as Mérida 😭😭😭 embarrassing 😳

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- Steven loves old vintage things, he often wonders into antique stores to just “look around”

- he spends 50 dollars.

- Jake cannot stand waiting. man is literally impatient AF

- “15 minutes till the next train???! Mierda, let’s just fucking walk”

- cooking for him is his love language

- he will literally sob on the inside if you even show interest in his cultural food

- Marc is the same way

- one time you made him Rugelach and he was a MESS

- “baby it’s not even that good-“ “ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND- AND I LOVE YOU-“ “ok”

- Steven loves that you know so much about their cultures and interests

- he also appreciates how you avoid meat when he’s fronting

- when you first ordered a tofu taco on a date with him he immediately felt guilty, like he was pressuring you or something

- “love- no it’s ok! you can eat meat I don’t care!”

- “darling, if this is important to you then it is important to me. plus tofu is literally the best so it’s no problem! :)”

- oml he is going to COLLAPSE

- they always appreciate that you know how to comfort them whenever they are triggered or have a nightmare

- Steven needs to be grounded, so you take his hands and hold him close to you. Rubbing circles on his back, telling him that you’re right here, it’s ok, you’re fine. he often falls asleep with his head on your chest with your hands in his hair

- Marc fluctuates between quiet dissociation and physical panic

- when he’s quiet you make sure to interact. asking him questions like how was your day, do you want tea, how many sugars, any cream? just so he is forced to stay as much out of his head as he can

- (even though you can probably make his favorite tea ((thank you stevens Brit influence)) blindfolded)

- if it’s physical it’s a lot harder. You know that Marc would probably sink deeper if he ever accidentally hurt you so you just try to make him look at you. The 5-4-3-2-1 rule works best to get him out of it. He usually goes quiet after one, staring into nothing. Usually you just kind of sit near and around him, trying to get him back to the present (Think of that one scene in the asylum where he just looks exhausted)

- Jake just needs his space. You respect that. One of you normally leaves to give the other some space. You understand and respect that it’s not a you thing, just a ‘I think if I am touched or talked to I will literally fall over this edge that I am on’ thing.

- he normally apologizes (even though you told him it’s ok) and is super lovey dovey & touchey for the next couple of hours after

- speaking of touchey

- they all LOVE to hold you

- steven found out that holding hands with you and swinging them back and forth dramatically makes you giggle

- especially if he skips with you while doing it (he has done it twice and both times you felt your heart explode with love!)

- he loves holding your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm to calm each other down

- and whenever you get up in the middle of the night to pull him out of his studies/work he softly kisses your knuckles as an apology, whispering things in French

- LORD

- you guys also rest against each others foreheads in moments of silence, just enjoying the closeness of your love

- Jake is a spinner!

- he’ll grab your arm and immediately spin you around, no matter what you’re doing.

- you always scream out of surprise even though he’s done this forever

- he also loves to dip you

- “no need to be scared mi corazón, I’ll never drop you 😤💪❤️” 🤨🤨 “what about that one time at-” “shhhh mi vida no es importante”

- Jake loves having his hands on you in a “mine” way

- but you do the exact same for him

- but he likes to come up behind you and run his hands all over your body while kissing your jawline. “So lovely” “so beautiful” “y todo mío” (that last one made your knees jelly)

- Marc has such an obsession with physical touch

- for the first 6-8 months, he was really scared of touching you. he never got physical love as a child and was always scared he’d break you because of it

- but one day he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie you guys were watching

- and damn. The peace he felt was similar to how he felt in the field of reeds tbh

- ANYWAYS

- one day you both started just hooking arms with the other and skipping around in a circle

- it’s a cowboy jig

- yeehaw

- Marc also is obsessed with giving you piggyback rides, even if you are scared AS HELL!

- yes Marc Spector has run with a fully grown adult on his back yelling “MARC WHAT THE FUCK?” In Central Park. what abt it

- he loves to let you rest your head on his shoulder.

- he’s a big face guy??? Like he brushes away hair, pecks your cheeks, wipes away tears.

- he’s very gentle all the time and loves holding your cheek as you guys just stare at each other

- the mornings with them >>>

- who’s big and little spoon is a never ending battle

- with Steven it’s very quiet & reflective

- laying on each others chests, hands in each others hair, comforter pulled up to your neck, listening to the other breathing pattern and syncing it up! It’s all about the quiet company of love. The 2 of you comfortable for all of eternity

- Marc is similar but not

- it’s inches away from each other, still entangled with the other. you face each other and whisper silly nothings: I love you, I’ll do anything for you, we should do this for a date.

- You even boop his nose.

- he’s not a fan

- Jake loves being the big spoon but after hard days you make him little spoon so you can wrap around him <3

- but when he is big spoon??????

- his warm arms wrap around your midsection, keeping you in nirvana eternally. you both float in and out of consciousness, his head rests softly on yours, you nestle deeper into him, even though that’s literally scientifically impossible at this point. He loves how addicted you are to him

- he doesn’t even realize how addicted he is to you ;)

- it’s also passionate make out sessions, still sleepy and slightly sloppy, before he goes into the shower and you make him a coffee

- (getting out of the shower to be greeted by your coffee and you sitting at the counter just reading over the news on your phone??? it makes his heart literally collapse in on itself every. single. day.)

- speaking of passion

- you helped them all find things they’re passionate about

- you helped Steven get a better job at a different museum and he LOVES IT!!!

- it was pretty easy, Steven just had to be confident in his knowledge.

- sometimes you stop by on your lunch break and see Steven somehow getting a group of terrible and loud preteens absolutely invested in the story of Ra and Sekhement

- (passionately teaching a group of kids all about the ancient relics of the past is a turn on you never knew you had)

- you helped Marc get involved with the INTERPOL force in London, so he can occasionally be on call, and help people in a legal way

- he likes it bc it gives him something to do & makes the world a better place

- he helps take down bad guys & save kids. He gets to be the person he always wished would come and save him when he was younger.

- it makes you sob

- but!

- Jake is happy as long as he’s with you but he’s actually super into watching old telenovelas

- you guys make a whole day out of it

- and the 2 of you won’t stop acting out the most dramatic scenes of it

- “TU ES MI HIJO???” “Si, madre. También soy tu ABUELO EN EL FUTURO!!!” *gasp*

- Steven and Marc are OVER IT!!

- speaking of Marc, you always celebrate Rosh Hashanah & other important Jewish holidays with him

- you cook together, him teaching you these generational meals and you making sure he doesn’t burn down the entire kitchen

- during Yom Kippur you help him fast & reflect with him

- keeping him grounded and not just letting him shit on himself endlessly for 25 hours?? telling him that “it’s about repenting and doing it better this year”???? Literally life saving for him

- and to have someone to help him with his spirituality is so important to him

- like… beyond words

- idk where to put this at but onetime you drove with Jake in the passenger

- he is TRAUMATIZED

- like just imagine a grown ass man screaming as you go 50 mph down the London bridge

- “eres un pequeño demonito de la velocidad. me asustas” (you’re a little speed demon (lovingly). You scare me)

- Steven was LIVING

- “STEVEN IF YOU DONT STOP CHEERING THEM ON-“

- “LOVE GO FASTER!!”

- yes Steven is also a little speed demon

- it’s cannon idc

- if you can’t already tell, they love you so much

- holding you after a bad day, comforting your anxieties, feeding the ducks in the pond

- “darling he’s a duck-“ “I don’t care! He’s staring at me like I did something! I’m innocent Marc I swear!” “I- I know babe- it’s- it’s a duck???”

- (This conversation and never ending confusion on Marc’s part goes on for another 15 minutes)

- they cherish you like no one else

- they would take a bullet for you without even a second thought and you would for them too

- (where is my moon system holding dying lover or lover holding dying system fic already??)

- anyways

- they love you the most in the world

- and tbh??? You do too.

- “I love you the most”

- “I love you the mostest”

[nexusnyx]

hi! just read your shuri fic and it’s probably the best one i’ve seen on this app it was so perfect i loved it. could you do a smut where maybe the reader and shuri and fooling around in the lab and she keeps having to tell the reader to be quiet so they don’t get caught🫢

⚠️ SMUT, minors DNI. This work is meant for 18+ audiences. | 🏷️ Established relationship. Fingering, dirty talk, oral sex, exhibition kink, possessive Shuri, D/S undertones, laboratory sex. WC: [2.9k] ; | 📑 I'm sorry if you think it's short, it's my first attempt at writing Shuri smut and I'm trying to get it right. Feedback is really appreciated!

🎧 Girl your body is calling me... There ain't no sunshine, no sunshine where I was before...

"Shhhh, love. You have to be quiet," Shuri's laugh echoes inside your head; her lips are brushing your ear, tracing the sensitive skin slowly, and her words make you whine when they register, which only prompts her to laugh harder. "That's not really quiet, is it?"

"You have your mouth on me, how do you expect me to be quiet?"

"I know you can do it," her mouth closes around your earlobe, and she sucks. It takes every ounce of control you have not to moan out loud. "Now my mouth is on you."

Her words are accompanied by Shuri's hands going sneaking under your shirt and lab coat, and when the warm palm touches your skin, her mouth makes its way to your neck. "You're terrible," you gasp.

You're an angel... don't you dare stop.

"Hmhmm. Sure am."

"What are you trying to accomplish, hm?"

"Accomplish?" Shuri's kisses spread and cover all parts of your neck. "I'm not trying to accomplish much," she continues, words muttered as her lips leave your skin and before they return to it. "I'm just enjoying you. Can't I enjoy my girl?"

My girl—your brain goes into a short circuit.

"You're doing—god, Shuri—"

Her laugh is wicked. "I know it's two-something—Griot, what time is it?"

"It is exactly 2:13am."

"I know it's two thirteen in the morning, but there are still people in this lab," she whispers to you. "And damn me for designing it this way, but this whole building has a flawless acoustic, would you believe that?"

"If your hands keep squeezing me like this there's not much I can do about it," you suppress your whine by burying your face in the crook of her neck, but the damage was already done when Shuri started kissing you with filthy tongue moves the second you crossed the threshold of her private office—you're drenched, the back of your neck is sweating and, as usual, your girlfriend is enjoying every second of it.

Shuri stops her ministrations of kisses on your neck and pulls back to look you in the eye.

"I'd ask you if you wanna stop, but I know you don't."

You adore the way her hand is big enough to hold basically the whole side of your face. "I'm just—"you called me your girl. "Can't you activate the soundproofing? We're in your office."

Shuri licks her lips, tracing her smile. "I could. But where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is being able to kiss me without me dying of embarrassment tomorrow because everyone in the building heard me."

She closes her eyes. "I'm starting to think you're trying to tempt me."

You laugh. "You'd get off on that?" It's like you discover a new thing every day. You two have been dancing around this thing, this fragile, yet resistant and beautiful thing going on for about three months now, and you've known her for over a year before that, but Shuri still manages to surprise you daily. "Never would peg you for an exhibitionist."

"I'm not," she shakes her head. "I might like the idea of everyone knowing why you were making those sounds, though..."

"Ahhh." Possessive. My girl. You feel the smile forming on your lips. "Very territorial of you, my Princess."

The reaction is instant—the grip on your thigh and Shuri pulling you by the waist closer to her body. "How about this: if you keep quiet for the time of my favorite current song..." Shuri leans in, taking her time to get an inch away from your face. "I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."

A tremble passes through your body—an electric current that goes from head to toe, washing over you as if her words were a waterfall that pour on your ear and set your blood on fire.

Shuri must feel it.

The light in her office is good enough for you to see the way her eyes darken.

"Really?" you ask, breathless.

Shuri nods. "Yeah."

"And you want me to do that?"

Another nod. "I..." Shuri's hand on your neck lets go of you so her fingers can start playing with the loose strands of hair on your face. "I told you I'd need some time to think about it."

"Of course."

"And when you first told me that..." Shuri's voice trails off, and the silence hooks your brain to the memory in the same instant. Straight to the first time you two allowed the desire brimming to reach the surface and ended up crashing against one another, with desperate lips and even more desperate hands.

"Shuri, please, please—"

"What do you want, love? Tell me. I'll give it to you."

"Shuri."

"I love the way you say my name. Say it again. Who's making you feel good, hm?"

"Shuri."

"Exactly—Bast, you're perfect. Talk to me, love."

"I want—gods, like that, please, please, don't stop—"

"I'm not gonna stop, I don't think I'm ever gonna stop touching you—look at this. Look how wet you get for me. It's my voice, isn't it? You tremble every time I'm too close to you in the lab."

"Yes, yes, yes—"

"I wanna hear what you want."

"I want you. I wanna worship your body, I wanna kiss you all over, I wanna kiss every inch of you so bad. I thought about it. I dreamt about it. I wanna taste you for hours."

She thought about it for a long time.

Shuri let down her walls one by one and invited you in with apprehension, but a hand leading you and never letting go from yours.

"You're so patient with me," she whispers in your mouth.

You kiss the words, wishing you could eat the appreciation and adoration in her eyes at that moment. The taste of her favorite honey mint is still there, and Shuri does that thing with her tongue that makes you want to grind.

When she pulls for air, Shuri licks her swollen lips.

It makes you smile. "I appreciate things that take time," you answer.

"So do I." Shuri swallows thickly, then looks down at your torso. "Griot. Play my favorite song of the moment, please."

The AI responds with, "Certainly, Princess," and Meet Me in Amsterdam by RINI starts playing.

"Ready?" asks Shuri.

You nod.

As someone who was rescued by Dora Milajes from a hidden security vault where they kept scientists that were interrogated in not very nice ways, you could do hard things.

This topped everything.

Nothing compared to Shuri's intoxicating happiness and paired with her curious touch, a lethal combo was made.

You knew you were one of her first partners.

The first woman.

It showed itself in the way she touched you at first, but it still amazes you by the confidence with which she leads anything and everything she conducts with you.

Shuri starts with her mouth on your neck again.

She likes the way you smell, and with the strength of a Panther, she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to adjust your legs on either side of her body.

Taking advantage of the new position, she removes your white lab coat, leaving you in nothing but the black uniform most scientists use in her lab.

Whilst her mouth stays busy trailing a route from your neck, to your ear, to your cleavage, to your collarbones, all the way back to your mouth, her hands keep busy too.

They open up the buttons of your pants.

They run their fingertips on your sensitive thighs until you're grinding down on her hips, biting with full force on your bottom lip, eyes shut close.

It's only when her left-hand sneaks inside your pants and caresses over the hood of your pussy that you realize it—Shuri's humming to herself.

She starts massaging the area right above your clit, stimulating—edging you; the feeling of 'almost there' but not enough taking over you like a heatwave.

The last lines of the song start approaching, and the circular motions you're making with your hips in a now desperate chase of Shuri's fingers are making it harder to keep quiet.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Shuri," it's such a desperate, pathetic whisper, that you feel comforted when she coos at you.

"Shhh, it's ok." Her hand moves up, and then down again, inside your panties. "Is this enough?" it's a weird, shitty angle for her to get access to you, but she reaches your clit—the wet, drenched pool she's created inside you, and you're blessed by a grunt from her.

"Oh, Bast."

"Griot, shut down the sound from here to the outside." The AI replies with of course, Princess, but anything that isn't Shuri is not registering. "I need to eat you out, love."

"Is it out? You turned it off?"

The question's formulated like shit, but she nods with a smile, knowing what you're asking. "No one can hear us now. We have 30 minutes before a mandatory safety check-in, so that means we have until then."

And with those words, Shuri does the thing: she gets up with you in her arms as if you weighed nothing, sits you down on the chair without any effort, and mutters, "Blackout the glass walls, Griot."

"Yes, Princess."

"Just in case," she winks in your direction before dropping your heart to your feet by kneeling down.

It feels so wrong and so perfect at the same time.

"This feels wrong somehow," you laugh.

Shuri laughs too as she spreads your legs to fit her body between them. "You're not even from Wakanda."

"You're still my Princess."

"Never stopped you before on the other times I knelt down for you," Shuri likes to maintain eye contact when she's being a little shit, mostly because she knows you love her grin.

"I thought this the other times too."

"Never said anything why?" she pulls your pants all the way down, but you know she won't do the same with your panties.

"Was shy," you mumble. As you predicted, Shuri only hums and pulls your hips to the edge of the seat. "It feels wrong... and perfect," you confess, feeling hot in more than one place.

"I had a good teacher," Shuri pulls your panties to the side and hums in delight before fixing her gaze on yours. "You know the rule."

"Eyes on you at all times," you echo.

"Good girl," Shuri nods, and she sounds proud. "You did so well last time I let you cum on the first time you asked me. Think you can do that again?"

Desperate, you nod.

Shuri's first lick on your folds comes between a smile.

"Oh."

It's hard not to close your eyes, but you discovered that looking at Shuri is so much better.

At the start, all she has is eyes for you.

She wants to watch the way your mouth parts and is unable to close. She likes to see you coiling in slight embarrassment when her forearms circle your thighs and her fingers can spread your folds open for her tongue to push in deeper.

The louder you moan, the more firmly she dives her face into you.

Shuri never ate pussy before you, and the knowledge that it's you sitting on her perfectly designed office chair, getting your slick and sweat all over her vegan leather seat brings the shaking back to your body.

It's also how she wants more—it's not only about you cumming, she said once. "I want to feel you. Taste you. I want you to feel good. Cumming is just a consequence of that."

You'd never forgotten the words.

When her tongue dips inside for the first time, you're unsure of how to classify the noises you're making, and all you can do is hold onto her hair.

"Feels good?" Shuri asks, with lips and chin glistening under the light. She vibrates her tongue from left to right on top of your clit, making you scream for the first time. You immediately open your eyes when you feel them closed and look down at her because—"that's it, eyes on me, love."

"Do that again," you whine. "Please."

"You're so good at asking for what you want," she praises. "So good."

She complies—Shuri's an instinctive lover. Sometimes, she starts something just by the reaction or the pitches in your voice.

Harder, faster, and slower are instructions she never needed.

Useless for someone as smart and sharp as her.

She vibrates her tongue on your clit again, and it's right when you moan her name, eyes closing for just a moment around how good it feels—"Fuck, fuck, Shuri, oh gods—oh!"

Her fingers enter you, two at the same time, sliding right in with no resistance.

Everything is so wet that not even the filthy sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you make you whine like the last time.

This time, you take her advice and let out anything inside of you, just the way she said she liked it.

Taking the way her eyes are closed shut and she's eating you out with precision and passion, you imagine she's enjoying the sounds, no matter how muffled they must be for her.

Shuri is relentless with both things—her fingers know which spot to hit and massage inside you, and her tongue on your clit is everything you need to be clawing at her head with your foot dipping against her back.

"Shuri," you warn, moaning louder at a particular suck she gives before licking you slowly again, edging you further. "Shuri, I can't—"

She responds by starting to run circles of her tongue around your clit, her fingers buried deep inside you.

"Fuck!"

"Goddamn it, I love the way you sound for me," she says, pulling back for a deep breath. She switches hands and licks her wet fingers before placing the hand on your bare thigh.

"I'm close," you sob when her fingers push inside again.

"Hmmm, good to know."

And she means it—Shuri slows down at that, changing the pace, and fucking you slower.

It should be illegal to have such an ethereal presence on her knees.

A princess.

"Princess—"

Shuri moans with her tongue buried inside of you, and her fingers push harder against the spot inside of you that makes you scream.

It's a silent request—say it again.

"Princess!" Shuri's tongue starts doing the thing from side to side that leaves you all nerves-ending, raw, and begging for more, and you can feel the heat coiling at the bottom of your stomach. "Please. Please! Shuri, can I come?"

A sharp, loud slap on your ass echos in the room, and the scream that follows almost brings you back to earth.

Almost reminds you of where you two are, and the danger of what you're doing.

"Princess, may I come? Please, grant me permission. Please—"

Shuri's eyes fall on yours, and she nods.

It's the only thing you ever need.

When she fucks her tongue deep into you again and moves her fingers in come-hither motions inside of you, it takes nothing more than the same rhythm for a couple of minutes and it crashes on you, hard and making your body tremble.

"Shuri, I'm cumming." It's the only announcement she gets before your legs close around her neck.

You send a silent prayer to thank you for the spirit of the Panther and the strength it gives her because your whole body shakes.

Your thighs squeeze around her head, and you whine, moan, and groan her name as you cum in her mouth.

"Shuri..."

"Shhhhh."

Fuck.

Is there a psychological reason for why you enjoy being shushed by her so much?

"Griot, you can turn the sound back on. Keep the walls in black-out mode, though."

"What?!" you shriek.

Shuri laughs, but doesn't get up from the floor. Instead, she takes her fingers out of you slowly, puts your panties back in place, and pats your legs. "Take your time. I'll get you some water. You can get your kisses. Then we go home."

"I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."

Another shiver runs through you.

Shuri sees it, and knows why.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

You nod. "We need to grab something to eat first."

Her smile widens. "Are you telling me we'll need strength?"

"Yes."

"Wow," she laughs. You love the sound of it more than you love a glass of water on a hot day. "Okay. We'll eat, then we'll go home."

"My Princess?"

"Yes, love?"

"Are you my girl too?"

Shuri's smile drops from her lips, but not from her eyes. The shy kiss on the corner of her lips makes you scared of how much love can fit between your ribs—no organ should be able to hold so much, and yet...

"Yes," she replies. She kisses the patch of your skin that's closest to her. "Now let me some clothes on my girl. We have—" she checks her watch. "Oh. Three minutes until mandatory check-in." She looks up with a smile. "Perfect timing," she says, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her coat.

You'll never be able to walk in this office in peace ever again.

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[zzoomacroom]

Hey guys, soooo I have never written fanfiction in my life, but this just fell out of my brain for some reason. I don't know what came over me, but here's a little crackfic drabble for ya. Just a thousand words of Matthew being a complete idiot. Enjoy! (Yes, I know this premise has been done to death, but I'm having fun so shhhh)

Edit: now on ao3!

.......

So there Matthew was, just minding his own business, catching up with Merv in the gardens outside the palace, when a goddamned nuclear bomb went off.

"JEEZUS FUCK!" Mervyn bellowed, his cigarette dropping from his open mouth and into the pile of leaves he'd been raking. Matthew squawked and catapulted himself ungracefully to the top of the nearest tree.

Oh, so not a bomb then, thought Matthew as he watched the stunning display of fireworks that had erupted above the palace, gold and crimson embers now drifting lazily towards the ground. Still, what the hell was that all about? He would have to ask the boss--if there was some kind of celebration happening in the Dreaming, he wanted to join the party! Hopefully he'd be off his feathery tits on dream champagne before the day was over.

Matthew launched himself from the tree branch, ears still ringing as he made his way up to the palace. He soared through an open window to the throne room. Hmm, empty. So where was the party? He made his way to the library--Lucienne would know what was up.

"Heya, Loosh," he called as he circled down to the table where Lucienne was occupied with cleaning up a puddle of ink that was spilled all over the yellowed scroll she had been writing on. "What was up with the fireworks?"

"Hmm?" she glanced over to him, preoccupied. "Ah. That sometimes happens when...actually, it's probably better if you don't know. For your own sake," she adds pointedly, peering over her glasses at him.

Uh, wow. Ouch. "What? Aw, come on, don't leave me out of the loop. Ravens aren't invited to the party? Wait, why aren't you at the party?"

Lucienne stared at the raven, confusion and irritation mingling on her face. "What party? Lord Morpheus is in his private chambers, there is no--"

But Matthew was already hopping off the table and flying towards the nearest window. So it was a private, VIP kinda thing, then. He was a little hurt that he wasn't invited, but no matter. He would slip in and infiltrate the event, just in case the boss needed protecting from a disgruntled fae or something. And if he managed to dip his beak into some unattended booze, he felt he was sneaky enough that no one would be the wiser.

"You really don't want to know!" Lucienne called out exasperatedly as he flitted away, not looking up from her work. "Don’t say I didn't warn you!"

Yeah, yeah, he'd been to parties full of snooty elites before. Whatever weird shit they were into couldn't be any worse than what he'd seen during his recent trip to Hell. He circled upwards towards the highest tower and perched on the balcony outside the boss's private chamber. There was definitely something happening in there, judging by the noises coming from inside. It sounded like things were getting crazy--a shout, glass breaking, a thud like a body hitting the ground, a screech that may or may not have been human. Shit, the boss man might be in trouble! Good thing Matthew was here to...well, he wasn't really sure how he could help, but he'd figure something out. And he just really, really wanted to know what was going on! Curiosity may kill the cat, but the raven should be fine, right?

He darted into the darkened room and blinked as his eyes adjusted. Oh. No party, then. The boss was standing in the middle of the room, looking even more like he'd just sucked on a lemon than usual. His robe flicked around him and drooped off one shoulder, like he'd just hastily pulled it on (was that...a tentacle peeking out from under the hem?). And was he sweating? He didn't normally sweat, did he? And hold on--did he have cat ears?? Matthew stared, and just as he noticed the ears they receded down into his disheveled mop of hair and disappeared.

"What is it, Matthew?" the Dreamlord demanded icily.

"Uh...sorry to interrupt whatever...this...is, but I thought maybe you were in trouble. And I was just wondering what was up with the fireworks. Scared the bejeesus outta me and Merv," Matthew explained.

The boss looked confused for a moment before answering. "Ah. My apologies for the disruption," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm even as Matthew failed to get the hint. "The matter has been handled. You need not come to my defense."

At that, a poorly-stifled chuckle sounded from behind a marble pillar. "Sorry," the pillar mumbled sheepishly. The boss shot a withering glare at it and the pillar instantly dissolved into a pile of sand, revealing...

Ohhhh. "Um...hi, Hob," Matthew said with an awkward wave of his wing, wishing very much that he could dissolve into sand right about now. Hell, that may very well be his fate soon enough, based on the way the boss was glaring at him.

"Hey Matt," Hob replied with a bashful smirk. He was mostly naked except for an Elizabethan ruff, white knee-high stockings and a pair of 18th century shoes with little bows on them. And he was wearing the boss's helm. But not on his head (cool, cool, not like Matthew had followed the boss to Hell to get it back or anything). Oh, and he also had cat ears. Wonderful.

"Ya know, I better get going, I think Merv may need some help with--oh, yep, he set the garden on fire." Matthew peered out the window down to where Mervyn was currently shouting at no one and flailing around a steadily growing conflagration. "So I should go deal with that. Just wanted to check in, glad everything's good here. Uhhh nice to see you Hob, Boss. Not that I, uh, saw anything. Okay bye!" Matthew zoomed out the window before either of them could say anything else. God, he really needed a drink now.

.......

Morpheus continued to glare at the spot where Matthew had been perched as Hob came up and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Right. So where were we?" asked Hob, apparently unphased by the whole incident.

"I think we should take this to the Waking if we wish to avoid any further interruptions," Dream replied through gritted teeth.

Hob chuckled and started to massage the knots out of his lover's shoulders. "Yeah, probably. Kids, right?" he sighed.

Morpheus raised an eyebrow at him. "Matthew is not my child."

"Isn't he, though?" Hob replied with a grin, peering over Dream's shoulder to watch Matthew and Mervyn frantically darting around the flaming pile of leaves, making no progress whatsoever in putting out the blaze. Morpheus merely sighed in exasperation.

[katy-l-wood]

New year, new branding!

Well folks, here we go! Big announcement time! After a lot of thinking over the last year about myself and my art and writing and where I want to go with everything, I have decided to stop operating under just my name and rebrand everything under a shiny new umbrella! The name Aspen & Copper is inspired by my favorite trees and the place I grew up, which has copper in the name. And, as you can see, it's a very outdoorsy theme with topography and mountains and camping and such. I'm stupidly in love with it, honestly.

As for WHY this is happening, I needed a more clear dividing line between who I am and what I do, and operating under just my name wasn't allowing me to do that. But a big rebrand like this is no easy undertaking! It is, in fact, still in progress and probably will be for awhile yet given how busy I am. But the new website is officially done, and that was one of the biggest pieces. If you have time, please go poke around the new site. I'm quite proud of it!

What this means for YOU, my lovely subscribers and fans, is the following:

My books will still be by Katy L. Wood, but they'll be under the umbrella of Aspen & Copper.

I'm in the process of switching most of my socials over to Aspen & Copper. (More info on Tumblr specifically here in a sec.)

I'm retiring my old email address and switching over to Hello@AspenAndCopper.com, so if you want to reach out to me about projects or anything else, that's the spot to do it! The old email still works, but if you reach out to that one you'll be redirected to the new one.

The www.Katy-L-Wood.com URL will now redirect to www.AspenAndCopper.com.

That's about it! All my projects are still going ahead as normal, just with this lovely little new brand leading the way.

What this means for tumblr specifically:

This blog isn't going anywhere! But I do have a new blog, @aspenandcopper, (which isn't fully set up yet, shhhh...) which will eventually JUST be my art and writing so there's a (somewhat) cleaner way to navigate all that stuff just on Tumblr itself.

Also, I am toying with changing the name of this blog at some point, but I haven't found anything I like enough yet so for now it shall stay my name. Don't worry, if I change it I'll make sure to make the change very clear to everyone!

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[merlucide]

Satoru Gojo random HCs

notes: Yeesh idk if this is good or not😬

words: 651

warnings: suggestive content, curse words

((Reader has boobs(ignore if you don’t)) —————————————————————

gojo as boyfriend/husband is one hell of a ride.

He’s constantly teasing you whenever

wherever. He love’s annoying you and how

annoyed you get. He 100% does it in public

too. Gojo already drives everyone nuts and

they all feel bad for you having to deal with it

24/7.

He’s also super handsy- but we already knew

that. He always keeps his hand around your

waist when in public(or home ofc).loves

holding you hands and kissing you knuckles,

then saying something super cheesy but

totally meaning it.

you get so embarrassed when gojo does

something stupid in public and ends up with

you being mad at him. If you aren’t talking to

him he will deadass say:

“so sex is off the table tonight huh?”

You probably throw sum at him.

poor megumi gets secondhand

embarrassment so bad from the situations

you get in. His face is all scrunched up in

visible discomfort. He thought you were

mental for being with Gojo.

anywho- Shopaholic Gojo. gojo totally buys

shit he doesn’t need. A shoe umbrella? Hell

ya! A watermelon stroller? It’s totally

practical! A dancing cactus?(yes that one)

dance parties got an upgrade! He loves

spoiling you ofc ofc, he’ll come home and it

would go sum like this:

“okay okay okay- close your eyeeees”

“Satoru, I already told you I- I don’t need anything-“

“Ahh abababaa shhhh- puuuuut your hands out! Okay open your eyes!”

“Oooo…ohh?!.. Oh baby….you, you got me glow in the dark toilet paper”

Gojo does love buying you actually nice things

though. He gives you his card telling you to go

crazy and buy whatever. He buys you the

fanciest clothes because money isn’t a

problem. You’ve tried telling him you don’t

need all of these things but he just says he

love spoiling you.

((Okay gojo would 100% do this))

Gojo definitely likes to spoon you. He likes

knowing you’re safe in his arms. Feeling your

chest moving up and down and the soft

sound of your breathing, he finds it soothing.

Don’t get me wrong he LOVES to be held, just

not as he sleeps, it’s too vulnerable for him.

Now I’ve been thinking. Is Gojo Satoru an ass,

tit, or thigh kinda guy. I think the fandom has

nominated him as a tit guy lol. I don’t think he

would care to much if you were busty or flat

as long as he can grab something lol. He loves

leaving hickeys on your thighs though- omg

when he’s done he looks up through his

lashes and omggghehehehehsh😩😩 ((bffr

he would leave hickies anywhere and

everywhere. In such obvious places too))

gojo is totally the type to see the rain and ask

to dance in it with you- he just wants to dance

with you, any type- could be a clumsy waltz or

a dance in your bedroom kind. As long as you

both are happy.

Gojo doesn’t shut up about you either.

Everyone at the school knows more about

you than you even do. He brags sm too.

gojo is constantly go go go, so when you guys

have soft moments(very rare), he savors

them. You both are just cuddled up close, soft

giggles, long stares, and few to none words

being exchanged. You could stay in your

lovers arms for eternity.

when gojo crashes after loads of stress, he

crashes hard. He doesn’t want to fall apart, he

hates that it’s happening to him. He doesn’t

want to burden you either. He just goes to you

and lets you hold up as he clutches to your

shirt. Just pet his hair and sway softly whilst

whispering sweet nothings. He needs you

more than you could ever know. You’re his

everything.

You and gojo have been through thick and thin and you guys are still together! Whata couple

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I am so sorry if it’s bad- I can’t tell. 😣

reblogs are appreciated!!

made December 11th 2023

[claralouvette]

💐𝒲𝑒’𝓇𝑒...

Hawks/ Keigo Takami x F!Reader

💖Synopsis

you've been feeling sick all morning, morning headaches and sickness, Keigo wanted to stay by your side and take care of you, but you insisted telling that you can handle yourself. You being alone, you discovered something about the cause of your sickness.

⚠️WARNING: Bonus content contains 18+ content.

✨Proof read done (comment if you see mistakes.)

Tag list: @mysideeffectsofyou

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💐You've been feeling sick all morning. you don’t know what you ate, but when you checked everything was clean.

💐You grabbed your phone, craving to hear his voice, knowing he is probably busy doing hero work, you tried to call. Sadly, he didn't answer the call. Then a notification popped up on your phone, wide eye you quickly change your clothes and went to the convenience store.

💐’Positive’ its what the stick said. You were ecstatic. Oh you couldn't wait for keigo to see this, you imagining him grinning like a child. Grabbing your phone hoping he would answer this time. Still no answer. You were sad, but hero work is hero work, you left the stick on the bathroom counter and sleep.

💐When he called out for his love, upon entering the home they built, the usual response was not there to greet him, he fears that you were still feeling sick he wished he could have stayed to take care of you but you insisted.

💐When he entered your shared room he found you asleep, he smiled feeling thankful that he can come home to a sight of this. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he quietly remove his uniform to prepare for a nice shower.

💐After he finished his night shower, he was brushing his teeth, then he noticed a small box that was not there this morning,

"What's this" he said curiously picking up the box, it read 

‘accurate results in only three minutes, one line for negative, two lines for-'

he stopped, did he read that right? Two lines for pregnant? he opened the box to only see a paper instructions, 'where is it’ he thought looking around.

Then there he saw it, "Two lines, there-there are two lines" he whispered aloud

his wings fluffed up, he couldn't hold his happiness, is this why you kept calling him awhile ago?

"Oh, baby" he said, so lovingly, blushing even. It made his heart so jumpy, he wanted to shout but he doesn’t want to wake you up. 

💐Going out of the bath room, he carefully, gently laid down beside you, placing his head just beside your breast cuddling up against you. Bad mistake you woke up.

💐"your home" you said, looking at keigo who in return is smiling back at you.

"I'm home, baby bird, oh and look what I found" he said showing you the positive pregnancy test.

💐You suddenly feel emotional and began crying,

"Oh no baby bird, I'm not mad"he said trying to comfort you.

"look at me, shhhh, hey look at me, do I look mad?" he said, you looked at him.

"no" you simply said. It seems you went emotional here scared of what your husband might think

"Surprise love, I'm pregnant" you said trying to sound cheerful after that short break down, He smiled, giggling, cuddling you against him making sure his hands has access to where the baby would be.

"No baby bird, we're pregnant” he said kissing you on the lips, later turned out to be a make out session.

"I can't wait for our little birds" he whispered mid kiss

💐Bonus:

after the make out session he asked you a question.

"hey babe?"he started

"hm?" you hummed back indicating for him to continue.

"Can we have another one after this, then another one after that and then another after the another"

"hold on there mister" you said "I don’t wanna be looking like a watermelon for a long time" you finished, he suddenly gave you that cute pleading look.

"Maximum of 2 children" you said, he was Devastated 

"two???, TWO???” He whined “no baby, please you know I have a breeding kink it’s part of my instincts. Baby, please you can't do this to me! I just want to fill you up with my warm juices, you like it when my warm cum is inside of you, letting my sperms find your egg and let it do it's magic" he said clearly imagining it, because he has this horny look on his face. Oh right, its spring, well that makes sense.

"Keigo, stop imagining, your hard again." you said, unfazed about his hard boner of a dick. Not even denying it he pulled you closer to him and whispered "I'm hard because, I love you, I wanna make love to you"

"I can't get out of this can," you said smiling

"Nope, you can't" he said grinning

"Welp, what are you waiting for daddy"

"Oh, baby bird"

what a fantastic and passionate night you both had, poor fetus tho. Hahaha.😅🤣

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[footballfanficwriter]

Calm down

Summary:where the reader is stressed out and  Kylian calms her down

I'm at my mother's house right now and we've just had an argument

My relationship with my mother is one I don't like discussing as it's on the rocks, heck on the rocks is an understatement

"We all know why you married Kylian" she says

"Just leave me alone" I say trying to walk away from her

"You're a gold digger, you had nothing, absolutely nothing and now you have everything, you didn't even need to work that hard to get where you are"

Now I'm pissed off, I tried walking away but keep getting provoked , I turn around and reply to her stupid comments

"You have no right, ABSOLUTELY NONE TO SAY THAT, I put myself through school, payed my own school fees, became a lawyer, graduated with honors all around and you didn't even have the decency to come and support me on the day of my graduation

"Hell you didn't even come to my own wedding, you are the only parent i have left, I had to walk down the aisle on my own, even though I don't have a father, I would have thought you would have been there to give me away, so don't  you EVER IN YOUR LIFE say that I never worked that hard to get to where I am in my life" I say feeling tears on my face

"This is what you always do, cry and paint yourself as the victim and manipulate people, that's probably how you got your so called husband"

"My husband has done nothing but stand by me and support me more than my own family, my own mother, when I felt like giving up he's the one that pushed me to keep going, where were you then, when I hit rock bottom, huh?

"I was living my life, what else"

"I can't be here anymore, you know I came here to try and make amends but it's pretty clear that's not happening, I wanted to give you one last chance to change you views and ways, and by the looks of it that's never going to happen,  ever, goodbye mother"

I walk out of the house and sit in the car and call Kylian

"Cheri  ça va ?"

"Kylian, I-I-I-I can't breathe I can't breathe"

"Honey, are you having a panic attack again?"

"Mhm I feel like I'm dying"

"Ok my love, I'm on my way, Just stay on the line with me alright?"

"Ok, I'll stay"

After 10 minutes kylian arrives

He gets into the passenger seat and

"Cheri, parles avec moi"

"I-I-I can't breathe"

"Shhhh, I'm right here"

He pulls me onto his lap and whispers that I must hold onto his hand and listen to his heartbeat

"You're ok, I'm here"

"Ok" I say still shaking

"What happened?"

"I tried like you said I should and she disregarded me, saying how I'm a gold digger, she says I married you for the money"

"She said that?" He asks looking angry , he gets out the car and starts making his way back into the house and walks into through the front door to find my mother in her kitchen

"What is your problem?, your daughter came her to try and make amends and you take a piss on her like she's some dog from the street, you are suppose to be her role model, her first best friend even, but here you are bringing her down, I can't believe you"

"Oh so you're the sugar daddy I see" my mother says

"Your daughter never married me for the money, she was there way before it, you need to get that through your head, she paid for own school fees with no one's help"

"Oh really, and where exactly did she get it from"

"She worked hard for it, taking on double shifts at a cafe that treated her like shit, yet she still continued"

"Whatever, anyone can work, she's not even that special"

"Listen you can insult me all you want but as soon as you get to my wife that's where I draw the line, if you can't see how amazing of a person your daughter is then you're fucking blind"

He says and grabs my hand and we walk to the car, where he opens the passenger door and he gets in the driver's seat and starts driving us home

"You're amazing babe, don't listen to her"

I just nod and stay silent

We eventually get home and Kylian helps me out the car bridal style and walks us into the house

"Let's get you to sleep, shall we"

I love this man so much, he knows how exhausted I get after my panic attacks, he always knows how to calm me down

He helps me undress and gives me one of his big shirts and I slip into them then slip into bed as well

He takes his shirt off and gets into bed then he makes my head lye on his chest

"Just listen to my heartbeat"

"Ok"

"Are you ok, Amour?"

"Yeah, I will be, thank you for standing up for me, I really appreciate it"

"I meant what I said, If anyone hurts you best believe I'm coming for them"

I slightly grin and whipe a tear that's fallen on his chest

"I love you" I say

" je t'aime aussi ma cherie"