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[pissmoon]

My most tumblr moment was when I saw like 2 memes about 'hoe scaring music' that featured the most basic indie pop, pop punk, entry level /mu/ shit along with taylor swift and I made a post about how ppl in here will call tswift goth feral hoe scaring whatever bc she was the most hyperbolic example but it wasnt a post about taylor swift n swifties as much as it was about the general trend but post blew out n 80% of people reblogging it were adding tags like 'haha swifties think they listen to dark and underground music haha! Well i listen to mcr and mother mother. Welcome to my twisted mind' 'yes haha im a proud music elitist i listen to fall out boy. Bring back gatekeeping' I mostly interacted with my mutuals who listen to grindcore/metal/punk/noise/goth/industrial etc music i had no idea soooooo maaany people in here actually are like that. I made this post bc ppl like that annoy me but I ended up being subjected to thousands more of them. I was so happy when 'disable reblogs' option was introduced and I could use it on this Frankenstein's monster of a post

[inavagrant-a]

My bilingual status has like digivolved. I no longer do typos I just use the wrong freaking English word all together now.

[stardustfanfare]

doinfg ssp good

[feilien]

( If I don't send you a fluffy holiday Kazhi thing, I will surely die, so 😌 )

Kaz hadn't indulged in the various celebrations for Nachtspel since he'd been a boy — save for the few times he'd lurked in the streets, catching glimpses of the decorations, the smell of sweets, roasted chestnuts and hot chocolate, and sometimes even music. Of course, he couldn’t say no to Matt's desire to partake, but he wasn't inclined to complain about it, either. It merely left a faint ache in his chest for a life he'd never had a chance to live, for the brother he'd lost, but ... those feelings were easier to endure with Matt at his side, when their fingers were intwined.

They'd gotten hot cocoa sweetened further with the taste of peppermint before heading back to the Slat. Since Kaz had to use both hands with his cane and a free hand to hold the steaming paper cup, Matt had simply decided to loop his arm through Kaz's right elbow while he used his cane with his left hand. While the familiar ache was there, he felt something new — something warm, breathtakingly deep, with an intensity he still wasn't used to. So, once they reached the Slat, Kaz elected to lead Matt to stand to the side of the old building, still reveling in the crisp air, the faint scents carrying over, the lights twinkling fainly in the distance.

Kaz's own cocoa was nearly finished by then and, after leaning his cane against the side of the building, he gently pulled his arm from Matt's grasp. Then he slowly curled his left arm around Matt's waist, drawing him closer — it still sent a surge of anxiety through him to show this kind of affection in the open like this, but ... it was just past dusk and everyone was out celebrating, far from here. Kaz leaned in to steal a kiss, slow and careful at first, but he couldn't resist letting it deepen. Matt tasted of chocolate and peppermint, his mouth hot from the cocoa and a faint, warm shiver coursed through him.

When they parted to breathe, their foreheads rested together and Kaz felt so much, he worried his chest might burst open with it all. A long sigh escaped him as their noses bumped together lightly. ❝Jordie would've liked you, I think,❞ Kaz murmured, unsure of where the words had come from, why he'd said them, but ... he believed it was the truth and it filled him with an aching warmth.

[kazeofthemagun]

@cursedfortune asked the summoner:

"We should play fetch. I'll run, you summon your hounds to bring me back to you." The squint in her eyes says, if they can.

He listened with lazy curiosity, the playful glint in coal orbs so easy to see. The Hunter's silence lingered for a moment, mind working behind the blue of keen eyes - before a deep, contemplative "hmm" rumbled up his throat.

"What makes you propose this? Do you think you can outrun... outsmart my beasts?" He hummed, eyeing the plum-haired woman from above a pair of single-lensed glasses. There was no mockery in his tone, despite his wording. No, to underestimate the crazy Witch would be quite folly. "Even so, your scent will not evade them."

[ardynzunia]

@chosenbythecrystal  from here 

It was good the Astral understood that he supposed, but at the same time, it made no difference. Noctis had every disadvantage. Fortunis had all the power, he was a God, and what was Noctis? An offering, practically sold off to the Astral in return for good fortune. His father had been against it, of course, unwilling to use his own son as a bargaining chip.

Seeing that the King wouldn't budge with this decision, the Council had deemed Noctis the weak link, applying pressure to an already insecure young man. It would be an honour to wed an Astral. He would be doing his kingdom a great service. His father could always have another heir. The whispered words kept coming until the Prince had had enough.

He told his father that, if Fortunis would have him, he would go along with the marriage. His father hadn't been able to back down at that point without being accused of forsaking his people despite his son's willingness.

So there he was, alone with the Astral for the first time, and very much missing home.

"Why would you want to be my friend? Why did you even agree to this marriage? My Kingdom receives good fortune, but what do you get out of marrying a mortal?"

The words weren't spoken with any venom. He was just curious. Anybody in his situation would be. How did the Astral benefit?

Fortunis smiled. The questions just what he hoped from the young prince, the young man who neither cowered before him nor spat in his face. 

“You are right to believe that such an offer would usually go ignored or punished,” He agreed. “In fact, the greed motivated council members shall suffer greatly in order to balance the act of blessing the nation with fortune. The loss of their fortunes and title’s being what ultimately brings wealth to the king and nation.”

He offers his hand to Noctis, to lead him to his work chamber. A beautiful, sunlight dappled porch, hung with the tapestries of history all facing an old fashioned loom in the center. It seems polite, to show the young man his work as they say together. Something no other mortal would get to see.

“See this thread that seems to shine like gold? It is yours,” He said. “It is a soul that naturally pulls at the threads of fate, and as such catches my eye. In your case, I was interested enough that I wished to get to know you. But as I am a god and you are currently a mortal, the only way to do so properly was through marriage. My benefit is a companion.”

He gives Noctis a smile. Hoping to seem friendly. He knows it is an unpleasant situation.

“You may visit with others any time you wish, so long as you return at the end of the day,” he said. “As you are bound to me, so you are bound to my realm. You will become ill if you stray for too long.” 

[zoldyckd]

old boss texted me and I nearly lost it sjfnejjdn didn’t get a full anxiety attack but it was a near thing. we are not out of the trenches 😞

[starringthesturniolos]

but its warmer in my arms- chris sturniolo

baby its cold outside part 2

summary- you and chris have a talk about why he is the way he is.

I open my eyes to see Chris, only to find his side of the air mattress was empty. His words from last night immediately come to mind.

"I could never hate you, angel, not in a million years. I'm sorry"

A thousand new question sprung up in my head. Is he telling the truth and if he is then why was he always so mean to me? But most importantly, why am I giving into him so easily?

After the way he's treated me for the past years, he shouldn't be able to hold me, hell, he shouldn't even be able to touch me. So why did I let him? And then it dawned on me. I'm in love with Chris.

That's why I hang on to every word he says. That's why his actions make or break my day. It's why his stare heats up my body, and why I enjoyed being in his arms last night.

"I'm in love with Chris." I say it out loud in complete disbelief.

"You talking to yourself dumbass?" Chris says while barging into the tent. I jump and turn around to face him. I look at him carefully to see if he heard what I said, but his nonchalant attitude says otherwise.

Anddd he's back to normal. I roll my eyes and ignore his question. "Where were you this morning?"

"What, you miss me?" he says while looking me up and down in a teasing way with a stupid smirk on his face. Fine, two can play at that game. If he wants to fake flirt, he can be my guest.

"Maybe I did" I say while impersonating his smirk.

He chuckles in disbelief at my comment and then sits down next to me on the air mattress. "Well, I'm right here now." he says. Somehow I can't find a way to respond to him, so I stay quiet. For a while, we just sit in silence and listen to the birds outside. For once, it was peaceful. But the whole time my mind was wandering, begging to ask questions.

"Did you mean what you said last night? That you don't hate me?" I whisper not wanting to break the delicate moment.

He smiles and lets out a breath. "I think we both know I don't hate you, Y/n."

While it's true that most people don't sleep next to the people they hate, it doesn't explain the other things. The picking me apart, leaving me out, or simply pretending I don't exist. Those things all seemed a lot like hate. So why does he think it should be obvious he doesn't hate me?

" I mean yeah we cuddled sure-" he cuts me off, like he always does. His intrusive thoughts getting the better of him. " Ew, don't call it that. That word is so weird. "cuddles" "

"Oh, grow up. that's what we did." I deadpan before continuing on. " Anyway, we cuddled, and it was nice. But that doesn't explain all the other shit you've done to me." I say exasperatedly.

"If you don't hate me, then why do you have to act like it" I say turning my whole body to him and looking into his eyes. He looks down to his lap in shame.

"I don't know." he whispers, eyebrows raising slightly. I laugh out loud. "Oh, you don't know, well that's just awesome." I wait and see if he's going to say anything else but he's still just avoiding my gaze. Annoyance bubbles in my chest.

"So you just pretended to hate me for no reason, got it" . I'm starting to get pissed off, so I get up to leave but Chris stops me. He grabs my wrist in a firm but gentle grasp.

"Wait" he looks up at me from where he was on the mattress. "Don't go. " he mutters, his eyes desperate.

"Then explain" I reply stubbornly. I go to sit down and he drops my wrist. He looks back down at his lap, his hair shielding his face again.

"When I first met you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." he says quietly. My eyes widen in shock. He made me feel so inferior that day. "But you basically said I was ug-"

"I know what I said Y/n" he cuts me off but then pauses before he continues. "I say a lot of things I don't mean. But you already knew that." he says and then lifts his head up to meet my eyes again. Remorse and intensity were in them.

" I didn't want you to see how I really felt, so I pretended I didn't want anything to do with you.", he breathes out. His eyes travel my face looking for a reaction before landing on my lips. My heart beat quickens and I unconsciously lean in. Is he trying to say, what I think he's trying to say

"And how did you feel?" you whisper with your faces nearly inches apart. He smiles softly before attaching his lips to mine. His lips are soft and he's kissing me gently. My hands immediately travel up his shoulders into his hair and he deepens the kiss. I feel the passion and the want in all his kisses, confirming his confession. Tears start to stream down my cheeks. This is all I've ever wanted

Chris pulls away and cups my cheeks while whipping away my tears. "Did that answer your question?"

And then I laugh. A real, genuine one. "Yeah I think so. But I want to hear you say it." He smiles and then leans in again. Our foreheads connect, and I can feel his lips brush against mine as he says it.

"I love you. More than you'll ever know"

My eyes start to water again and I swallow. " I love you too, Chris" .

And with that he indulges in another kiss. This time he grabs my waist and pulls me into his lap. Who knew all this could happen in one camping trip??

@sturnstvr

@sturniol0s

@xoxotaylynn

Part 2, I hope you guys liked it. I just started writing, so if you read any of my fics I would love to hear feedback!! I want to get better at writing so I can use all the advice I can get. Love you guysss

[smuttyazrael]

Hello! Could we get more wolf pack? Maybe reader help solve internal problems by having the attention put to her? Can we also have more info about the dominance aspect of the amount of cum and what it dose to them ?

Thank you!!!

Your really testing my abilities... I'm gonna be completely honest I don't completely understand but I shall do my best in my understanding.

Class is in session

Word count: 467

Summary: Seth gets taught all about his new life.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Cum kink.

Seth is sitting in Sam's living room while Emily is out. You are on your knees sucking Sam's cock while he goes over teaching Seth everything he needs to know about the changes that has happened to his body in turning into a wolf.

"Seth, ug.... You might h-have noticed you c-cum more... now that you've phased. That's because ...ah.... your cum has the st-st-strongest scent. It will help you leave your scent everywhere. You also are more likely to get girls pregnant so be be careful." Sam stutters and moans around the explaination.

You are sloppily sucking his leaking cock. You glance behind you taking a breath, jerking Sam's cock and see Seth jerking his cock off. But he doesn't look to be paying attention to his jerking at all. Your not even sure if he knows he is doing it.

You turn back around taking Sam back into your mouth.

"We have to cum at least ten times a day. But it's better to do more if you can. Or else you will get at first an ache in your balls, then you will get it in your stomach, then it becomes a sharper pain making it harder to cum." Sam says. "Fuck Y/N!" Sam cries out cumming down your throat you swallow it down and continue sucking knowing he would want that from you. You have done this for multiple introductions to the pack.

"Y/N or Kim are the best for help if you want it. The guys will help but if you want a pussy or mouth Y/N is your best bet." Sam tells him. You can hear Seth start shifting then you hear him whimper.

"Why am I in pain Sam?" Seth asks him. You pull off Sam's cock to look at Seth. You see he is pulling on his balls.

"Have you cum today?" Sm asks him.

"No, I came striaght here." Seth says.

"Y/N, go get on Seth's cock before it's too late." Sam orders you.

You get up and walk over to Seth. You face away from him Sliding you soaking wet pussy down his cock. Your skirt covering you two. Your top is pulled down so your tits are out. They are bouncing around as you bounce on his cock. You two both moaning. Sam walks up to you putting his cock in your mouth.

All three of you moan. Seth cums setting you off cumming hard on top of him. Seth spurting so much cum inside you that is leaks out around his cock getting his pants all wet. Sam moans out cumming down your throat again as you swallow. All three of you are panting.

"Feel better now?" Sam asks when he finally stops panting.

"Yeah, thanks." Seth replies closing his eyes to take a nap.

[jymwahuwu]

Sorry to bother you @alani-r darling🥺💗 but I just got a brainrot moment bwhddkaah

Like imagine jing yuan holding baby yangqing smiling holding him like a cat while yang qing is babbling and reaching out to you as he explained

"This poor child is all alone with no parents surely you have a heart to help me raised them?? You're the only one available and the most motherly for them!"

Panicking on the way he holds yang qing and now the sudden responsibility of taking care of a baby amongst everyone that are more capable in taking care of him. Took him from his arms and just agreed because knowing him he will slack off a bit and let his assistant take care of him.

Cuse on easily be trapped on yandere jing yuan plan to monopolize your time with him and not letting you have a relationship because "look we're such a cute happy family dear~♡" now officially and unofficially married to him and can't have any lover because you and the general are acting like yangqing parents and no one dares to intervene that.

Ao

TW: yandere, harassment, (implied) non-con

Sorry for taking so long to reply 🙏🥺 This pose…it's too cute I can't 😭💕

Jing Yuan put one hand on Baby Yanqing's chest, and supported his legs with the other palm, like hugging a kitten. And Baby Yanqing extended his chubby little palm towards you. His mouth is slurring "da", "mm", and "h…ug" as if he is eager for you to play with him.

"Wh-whose child is this?" You are dumbfounded. From the baby's brown hair, it can be known that he is not Jing Yuan's biological son.

Hearing the explanation, your heart is gripped. Such a little baby lost his parents? You held out your hand, trembling again, hesitating whether to take it back - but no, Jing Yuan is in charge of governing Luofu. Even if he wants to be with this baby as much as possible, his status will not allow him to do so. Maybe he'll leave the baby in the care of an assistant…

Half a minute later, you clumsily lifted the baby Yanqing from the general's arms, imitating the parenting posture you had seen before, patting and shaking him on the back, coaxing him, without noticing that Jing Yuan's smile widened.

Since then, you have taken on the responsibility of taking care of this baby. Yanqing stays at your home for three days every week, and stays in the general's mansion for the rest of the day. You scour the Internet for parenting information, slowly guiding your toddler through his steps, and teaching him manners and knowledge.

What you can't stand is Jing Yuan's constant harassing you, always pushing and stretching inside you, and chuckling in your ear. You cover your mouth, suppressing a moan. Not only that, you often receive some space express packages, and when you open them, you find that the packages are full of baby products and parenting books.

Jing Yuan often accompanies you and records the imprints of Yanqing's growth, such as measuring his height, shoes that are a little bigger, his favorite stuffed toy sword. He leaves you with no time to plan and start a new relationship.

You are their family now, aren't you? You don't want Yanqing to be sad, right? 💖

[heartsoji]

WHO WOULD CONFESS FIRST

pairings: bokuto x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, iwaizumi x reader, suga x reader (separate)

overview: would you or the hq boy confess first?

warnings: a lot of abbreviations used, aged up in iwa's, mentions of drinking in iwa's, mild swearing

BOKUTO KOUTARO

bokuto!

pls there's no way he wouldnt

he'd literally probs cry and force u to take it back if u did

i think his confession would be very cute and heartwarming

he'd probs come with some classic red roses, a cute teddy bear, and just tell u straight up that he likes you

"hey, y/n. yk, i feel like we've known each other for a while now, and i think ur a rlly amazing person, yk? i just wanted to tell you that i like you now, and its totally up to you if you do too and wanna take this somewhere." or smth. it would have the same mood and tone as when he was talking with akaashi outside after his first nationals match about how he was reflecting on his last 3 years of hs vb if u remember that scene

he'd probs be a bit nervous and a little sheepish bc he's honestly rlly scared to lose you

it wouldn't be in public, but it wouldn't be in total private either. probably somewhere like a park or smth while ugs r out and about

he'd be the happiest guy in the world if u said yes (why wouldn't u)

he'd drop the roses and teddy and pull you into a rib-crushing bear hug and spin you around laughing

pls hes such a sweetie

KOZUME KENMA

either

mmm i could rlly see it going either way

bc on one hand, i don't rlly see kenma as the type to want to confess bc he'd probs feel uncomfy with it

but on the other hand, he's bsfs with kuroo soo

if you confessed he'd probably shyly accept it and try to bite back the stupidly wide grin trying to form on his face and he'd be very cute and flustered

now if he confessed

lets see

if kuroo let him do it his own way but still made him do it, kenma would def choose somewhere private

the most likely scenario is that he'd probs give u a short and sweet confession whilst ugs r playing a video game or watching smth

he probs wouldn't bring a gift, but there's a chance he'd bring chocolate!

it would be very subtle, sweet, and kenma-like

now

if kuroo played a good hand in this

it would probs get screwed up

bc kenma would think kuroos idea was stupid but kuroo went on with his own idea

what i think would probs happen is kuroo would like put letters and flowers in ur locker and pretend to be kenma or smth and then be like "come to the rooftop -ur secret admirer" but then he forgets to tell kenma to go to the rooftop and everything is screwed up

ORR he makes u and kenma go to like an amusement park or smth but then kenma hates it so ugs leave and he confesses to u on the walk home or smth

his confession wouldn't be very long. "i like you." "huh?" (no reply) "kenma, do you mean that?" "yeah."

LOLL

kuroo is a 0/10 wingman

AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi!

he's a very traditional gentleman

he'd bring some sort of symbolic flower with nice meanings like pink camellias, red chrysanthemums, dahlias, gardenias, etc paired with white baby's breaths

i could also just see him going with roses bc they're classic

he'd take you somewhere nice

a nice restaurant or a hilltop picnic, maybe

it would honestly probs be on valentines day or some other date that he liked the sound of (like 1/11 or smth. he wanted it to be a pretty-sounding date)

he'd plan everything out very carefully and it would be so romantic

"y/n... ur the most beautiful girl i've ever met. you're sweet, kind, thoughtful, and you make me so happy. when i'm with you, i forget about all my worries and im able to just be myself, and for that, i truly thank you. y/n, you make me a better person. will you be my valentine?"

when you accepted, he'd let out a sigh of relief and gently hold your hand and whisper a soft "thank you" that gives u so many butterflies

very romantic and very well thought-out

MIYA ATSUMU

you!

this might be a tad bit controversial

idk i just feel like he's never confessed before and doesn't even know how

he'd be scared to lose u and scared that he'll be rejected and his pride will be wounded

the most likely scenario i can think of is this:

on valentines day, you, his bsf, put a love letter along with some candy on his desk

ofc he doesn't see it or read it bc he gets so many that he doesn't rlly read them if he doesn't recognize the name, and u didn't put ur name on the envelope

later that day, ugs r walking together and just chatting when the topic of love letters and valentines stuff comes up

and at some point, u casually mention that u gave someone a love letter to someone

bro literally chokes on his drink and his heart drops to someone

"WHO"

"hmm.. idk if i should tell u"

"TELL MEEEE IM UR BSFFF"

"idk.. should i rlly?"

"Y/NNNN"

"fine, u big baby. i'll give u a hint. they're on the volleyball team."

"HUH? WHO IS IT? IS IT KITA? ARAN? wait don't tell me its suna? OHMIGOSH IS IT SAMU? NO PLS DONT TELL ME ITS SAMU"

"its not."

"oh thank god. who is it?"

"you."

"HUH"

yeah

he tries to play it cool but hes literally so flustered and its so obvious

when he accepts he tries to keep up the cool act but at some he just abandons it and swoops u up into a rlly giddy happy hug

hes a big dorky baby rlly, but hes ur big dorky baby ig

MIYA OSAMU

osamu!

he'd confess with food bc duh

food is the way to the heart

im still deciding on whether he'd make chocolates or just like onigiris or smth but im kinda leaning towards onigiris bc it just seems more him

he'd make some rlly good chocolate tho

either way, it'd be pretty chill

"here." *hands onigiri to u*

"huh? what's this for?" *takes a bite* "thanks tho."

"y/n, i like you."

*almost chokes* "huh?"

"r u serious?"

"dead serious."

"like r u actually being fr?"

"so fr."

"r u sure ur not playing w/ me?"

"u never shut up, do ya?"

and then he kisses u on the lips to shut up, catching u off guard

"i'm a pretty damn good cook. that's fuckin amazing"

"TF"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you!

tbh at first i thought iwa but after giving it a little more thought, i don't think he would ( i can imagine a few scenarios in which he would, but i feel its a bit unlikely! )

he rlly treasures ur friendship, and losing it would be his literal worst nightmare

bro had no intention of ever revealing it tbh

if you confessed, he'd probs honestly just play it rlly cool bc hes genuinely so effortlessly like dominant its so ADJHHDAAH

HOWEVER i love the idea of iwa confessing ( i don't think he would but uh i want him to) so i thought up a lot of scenarios i could see happening, but the one i'm the most satisfied with is this:

him picking up his phone at 4am in the morning to here your drunk ass mumbling abt some shit he can't remember but his car is under repairs so he runs to pick you up

he arrives quickly and when you see him, you run and jump into his arms, giddily drunk

he carries you back on his back, and at some point, you drunkily mumble how you like him (ig even in this u ended up confessing first lol)

he mumbles how he does too, but decides to wait until you're sober to address it

when you're sober the next day, he confronts you

"hey, so uh, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"yesterday... when u were drunk, u... said some stuff."

"oh gosh. what embarrassing shit did i say this time?"

"you said that you liked me."

"oh."

then there's the awkward process of "did u mean it?" "yeah." "oh ok. i like u too"

then yay! couple!

sweet

SUGAWARA KOSHI

suga!

it'd be a very classic high school confession

he'd ask u to meet somewhere private, special, or sentimental/significant to ugs

rosy-eared, he'd ask u to be his gf nervously

super super happy when u say yes

this one's short bc i've alr talked abt it in a diff post. it's the falling in love w/ sugawara koshi one :) go check it out!

[jadedxhearts]

𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

Law gets you a gift that turns out to be an outfit meant entirely for his own pleasure.

originally posted on Dec 4, 2022

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills!

Law didn’t often give you presents. So when you’d walked into the bedroom the two of you shared down in the submarine, you were rather confused when seeing a small box on the bed, Law standing nearby, waiting.

You stared confused, then looking at Law, who had a small smirk plastered onto his face.

“What is this?” You asked, your tone nearly sounding like a warning.

“Just a gift.” Law replied promptly.

“…Just a gift?” You repeated his words, looking back at the box.

“Mhm. Just something I’d thought you’d like.”

He was acting too cocky for this to be a genuine gift. There was definitely a catch to it, you just didn’t know what it was yet. You began reaching for the box to open it, barely tugging on the ribbon when Law spoke again.

“I’ll be in the shower,” he informed you, “feel free to open it whenever. No need to wait on me.”

You stared at him with full suspicion, wondering what in the hell was this man up to? And to just leave before you could open it?

You watched as Law’s tall figure slipped away into the bathroom, not another word being exchanged between the both of you. After a moment, you heard the shower running.

Well… he did say not to wait on him, right? Your lips flattened into a straight line as you once again reached for the box, feeling incredibly confused but almost scared. Was he pranking you? But why would he, as serious as he is? That would be incredibly unlike him.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly untied the ribbons on the box and pulled the lid off to find some colored tissue paper. Whatever this ‘gift’ was, it was wrapped up in the paper. The suspense was killing you.

Why were you so scared? Maybe Law was being serious and it was a real gift, he just… apparently didn’t know how to act when giving a gift. But you doubted that.

Releasing the breath you’d taken, you pulled the paper away to reveal… clothing.

Then you picked up the piece of clothing, and that’s when you finally understood why Law was acting so strange.

You weren’t quite sure what to call it. It was similar to lingerie, but it wasn’t at all lace-y or meant to look pretty. This thing was meant to make you look, rather… slutty.

In shape, it was similar to a swimsuit but it was clearly way too thin and small to even be considered one. The bottom part was small, probably meant to hide absolutely nothing. And there were two untied pieces that came off of the bottom. You assumed they were supposed to be tied around your neck.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just try it on and entertain whatever it was that Law wanted. You quickly threw your clothes off, and pulled it onto yourself.

As you put it on, you realized the two thin untied pieces were meant to cover your breasts… as if they could. But nonetheless, you pulled it behind your neck and tied it, turning to see how it looked in the mirror.

The bottoms looked exactly how you’d imagined they would, and the top was just… the most revealing thing you could wear without actually getting naked. The pieces of fabric were just barely covering your nipples, and even then they were so thin that it was fairly see through.

Although the sight did make you blush, thinking of how Law had gotten this for you… you still didn’t feel entirely good about it. Perhaps a little annoyed. Rolling your eyes again, you turned to head into the bathroom where Law was still showering.

“Really Law? This is the outfit you picked out for me?”

He didn’t even turn to look at you. “Yeah. Thought it would really suit you.”

Forgetting entirely that you even had the piece of clothing on (if it could even be called that?), you stepped into the shower and grabbed Law’s shoulder to turn him around.

That cocky asshole still had a smirk on his face.

“Looks even better than I’d imagined,” he commented.

“Law! It’s so…. ugh, I don’t know…”

“Slutty? That’s the point, y/n-ya. This was my plan all along, to get you into this little outfit, make you annoyed enough to seek me out in the shower, and then I planned to fuck you in it.”

Your cheeks burned red as you listened to him. You wanted to argue, that you actually didn’t like the outfit at all, but then you saw the way he was completely devouring the look of you. With the water now falling onto you, the thin fabric became completely soaked, showing everything underneath. Not that much was hidden anyways.

You let out a pathetic whimper when Law put his hands on you, sliding his tattooed hands along your frame, before they came to rest on your hips as he pulled you in, kissing you.

By now you’d forgotten that you were annoyed, or that you just wanted to somehow prove him wrong. You whined as one of his hands slipped beneath you, rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.

“See why I liked this thing so much?” He taunted as his lips parted from your own.

“mm-mhm… but… why buy it,” you paused to let out a soft moan, “when it doesn’t even cover anything?”

“Again, that’s just part of the plan,” Law told you. But really, that didn’t explain much. Wasn’t this just a waste of money?

But those thoughts were soon forgotten as well when Law’s hand pushed the fabric aside, his long fingers plunging into your soaked cunt. You whined and moaned against his chest, holding onto him as he slowly fingered you. Law was clearly enjoying this entirely too much. Was this some strange kink he’d never mentioned? Whatever it was… he nearly had you on board.

“You’re being so good, y/n. Wearing this stupid whore outfit for me and taking my fingers so well… I might just skip straight to fucking you.”

You moaned again, louder this time, “please… Law… fuck, it hurts…”

“Hurts?” He questioned, a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m… I’m aching for you,” you told him, embarrassed at how pathetic you were currently being, “I need you in me… please.”

Law’s smirk returned to his lips at your words. “Fine, since you’ve been so good for me.”

Law turned you to face away from him, pushing you up against the wall as he slid inside you. You cried out in pleasure as he filled you out, half of your face smushed into the wall. The fabric barely covering your breasts slipped away as they got pushed into the cold tile, your nipples being exposed to the cold surface.

“Good girl, take it, just like that,” Law praised, starting with a slow and steady pace.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt extra sensitive today… the cold on your nipples creating a strange but good feeling, Law’s tight grip on the flesh of your hips, holding you up so that you wouldn’t fall, the way his cock throbbed within your tight hole, it was all beginning to be too much.

Your arms flailed until you found a place for them, folded above your head against the wall. Your cries became closer together, louder and more breathier as you felt yourself winding up for release. Law’s thrusts became faster and harder, your cunt clamping down on him.

“F-fuck… you’re squeezing me so good…” he panted out, clearly feeling as overly sensitive as you.

Law’s grip became tighter, yet he was losing his hold on you. His thrusts becoming sloppier and his groans became louder as it all continued, despite how fucked-out you both felt. Even without either of you cumming yet.

“L-Law! I can’t do it anymore… I…” you cried as you started slipping down the wall. “I’m gonna cum.”

Law didn’t even reply to you, he simply nodded his head against your back, giving you the okay to cum.

You moaned loudly as you released onto him, cock still pounding into your puffy red cunt. Your moans found a pattern as Law continued on, feeling himself getting lost in the feeling of your wet, tight cunt squeezing him just the right way…

“F-fuck, y/n-ya…” was all he managed to say before his grip faltered and you slipped down the wall just a little before he caught you and released his hot seed into you.

Law slowed down before coming to a complete stop, slowly bringing you down to your feet, where you then felt it was hard to stand on your own. Your legs shook as Law slid out of you, carefully turning you around so that you could hold onto him.

With the shower still running, you pulled yourself close into his arms and placed a sloppy kiss onto his wet skin.

As you did so, Law turned the shower off. Then, after a moment to let you regain your composure, he pulled away from you to see the now ruined garment that clung to your soaked skin.

“Guess I won’t get any more use out of this,” he muttered, peeling it off of you.

“Just… buy another one,” you said, barely even feeling conscious.

“Maybe next time I’ll get a leather one,” Law suggested with a chuckle, hoisting you up into his arms and carrying you out of the shower to dry off together.

[untilwedont]

My Light Shower

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pairings; colby brock x m!reader

synopsis; after m/n’s recent breakup, he finds himself in a low, dark time for the next few months. but, all of that changes when one of his friends introduces him to colby, the well known paranormal investigator.

genre; angst to fluff

warning(s); small mentions of depression

• inspired by; light shower

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GIF by littlemelaninfics

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it took only a man to break up with you for your world to come crumbling down. it was stupid to think about. the breakup was two months ago, yet you were still sulking alone in your bed. no matter how hard your friends tried to lighten you up, nothing would work. at this point the only way you’d actually get out of your bed was if one of your friends forced you to. which is what one of your friends just so happen to have in mind.

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you sat in bed, covers wrapped around your body as you stared at your TV. it was on, but you really weren’t paying much attention to it. just sulking in your own thoughts. that was until you heard three knocks against your bedroom door. “knock, knock, m/n! your best friend is here!” a voice through the door said before the door handle was turned, revealing none other than your best friend.

“shit, is it night outside already? it’s so dark in here!” they said, examining the dark room, only lit up by your tv. “ug, how’d you even get in here?” you asked in a deeper, tired tone, resting against your pillows. “um, with the key you gave me!” they said, dangling a key in their hand. “remember?” they asked, stuffing the key away in their pocket.

“what are you doing here?” you asked them, giving them a tired look as you sniffled a little. “well, my dear bestfriend, i’m here to take you to a party!” your friend exclaimed, walking over to your curtains. “that’s an immediate no for me. thanks though.” you said, turning your attention back to your tv. “well, this time, no isn’t an option.” they replied, opening up your curtains to reveal the bright sun that you hadn’t seem in sometime, beam into your room.

you scrunched your face as the sun hit your room. “ugh, seriously bf/n?!” you yelled, hiding your face in the covers. “sorry, but i’m not letting my best friend just sit in their room until next year. especially because of a man!” they said, yanking your covers off you. “damn.. uh, okay! first things first is cleaning yourself up. come on!” they said, examining you as they grabbed your hands, slightly tugging you out of bed.

though you were clearly annoyed by the look on your face, you complied, standing up out of your bed. “alright, you go shower and get yourself back in shape. I’ll be out here preparing your outfit!” they said with a slight smile, pushing you softly towards the bathroom.

you just remained silent, not sure how you were actually going through with this. nonetheless though, you turned on the shower, closed your bathroom door, and almost fell asleep while the warm water hit your back.

sadly, your tiredness quickly faded when you heard a knock this time on your bathroom door. “helloooo?!! c’mon, you can’t stay in there forever, y’know! the party starts in like an hour!” your friend yelled through the door. you groaned a little, turning the handle to ‘off’ as you stepped out of your shower. you put on a blank shirt and shorts after you dried yourself off before stepping out the bathroom.

you examined your bed, seeing a pair of clothes sitting on it. “it’s nothing too much. casual but nice, y’know? plus, we’re going to the party to have fun! now, get dressed!” they said before leaving your room to give you privacy. a small sigh came out of you as you rubbed your face. as much as you didn’t wanna do this, you knew your friend would pretty much beg you to go.

you slid the clothes you had on, off, before changing into the outfit your friend laid out for you. like they said, it wasn’t anything too much. just a nice long sleeve and a pair of pants. eventually, you were finally ready. after some cheering and compliments from your friend, you both finally left your apartment.

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finally, you both made it to the party. your friend had told you it was someone’s birthday party, but you weren’t sure who’s it was. “just know i’m gonna be silent like the entire time. i doubt i know anyone here.” you say, getting out of the car. “well, luckily you have me here. I’ll introduce you to everyone. trust me, by the end of the night, you’ll forget about your stupid ex. now, come on.” they said before grabbing your hand, leading you to the front door.

as you both entered, you guys were immediately greeted by a ton of people you didn’t know. well, they were getting greeted.. you kinda just stood there awkwardly, seeing that your friend was already hugging and talking to a bunch of random people. you wanted to so badly leave but you couldn’t since your friend drove you with their car instead of yours.

before you could wander off to somewhere quiet, your friend grabbed your shoulder. “I totally almost forgot! this is my best friend, m/n! i brought him as my plus one!” your friend exclaimed, introducing you to a random group of people that she knew. you awkwardly waved, giving them a small smile. they all smiled back, giving you a ‘nice to meet you!’ as some of them shook your hand.

“well, where’s the birthday boy?” your friend asked the group. “dunno, last saw him in the kitchen but we aren’t sure if he’s still there.” one of the friends said. your friend nodded, grabbing your arm as they led you towards the kitchen. when you both entered the kitchen, you saw that there was a boy talking to a couple of people, presumably his friends. he wore black, skinny jeans, a black tanktop, and a black jacket.

“oh, there he is!” they said, pointing at the guy you were just looking at. they went up to him and you just followed behind. “colby!” your friend exclaimed. “happy birthday!” they said as colby turned their attention to your friend. he smiled, giving them a ‘thank you’ as they both exchanged hugs. “oh, who’s this?” he asked, noticing you. “oh, that’s m/n! he’s my plus one!” they said, introducing him to you.

“ah, i see! well, nice to meet ya.” he said, putting out his hand. “you too.. uh, happy birthday by the way..” you said, shaking his hand. “well.. i actually needa use the restroom. just stay here.. or feel free to talk to other people. needa rebuild that social battery!” your friend said to you before taking off, leaving you and colby. “so.. how old are you turning?” you ask, trying to initiate conversation.

“23. to be honest, i didn’t expect to be throwing such a big party. usually i don’t make my birthdays a huge thing, but i kinda just wanted to change it up.. i guess.” he said with a small nod and a smile. you gave him a small ‘ah..’, not knowing what else to say. “uh.. you got a girlfriend or anything?” he asked, trying to make things less awkward. “oh! uh.. no-.. i uh.. i’m not really into girls like that..” you said a little quieter with a bit of an awkward tone.

“oh, okay. uh, sorry if I made it awkward or something..” he said, seeing how you were a bit uncomfortable with the question. “no! uh, of course not. just.. didn’t really expect that question, y’know?” you said. “but.. i did just get out of a relationship not that long ago.” you added on. “oh, really? i’m sorry.. what happened if you don’t mind me asking?” he replied.

“er.. he kinda just.. broke up with me randomly. which.. did hurt a lot, y’know. i dunno what I did since he never told me but.. nothing i can really do..” you shrugged. “kinda brought me into a bad time.. this is the first time in a while that i’m actually out instead of just rotting in bed.” you said, looking at him. he remained silent though, just kinda staring at you. “i-it’s stupid, i know.” you said with a small laugh, seeing that he was just staying silent.

“no, no, of course not! it’s completely valid. i mean, what kinda person would break up with their partner for no reason, y’know? especially if their dating someone reallyy pretty or handsome. just doesn’t really make sense.” he responded, realizing that he just had spaced out.

— ok ok blah blah blah i can’t make this conversation too long so SKIPP to lateer and aftermath

after the party, you and colby had continued to stay in touch. you realized that he was actually a famous paranormal investigator along with his friend, sam. you had been featured in a couple of their videos and your spirits were definitely higher. your ex had been almost completely removed from your mind as you hung out more and more with colby..

UNTIL eventually he confessed his love to you, telling you that he had developed a crush on you after the conversation you both at during his birthday party. you accepted his confession and you both started dating, eventually making your guys’ relationship public and you both lived happily ever after yayyyy.

the end

a/n: ok i think i should make it known i completely forgot that this fic was supposed to be heavily inspired by light shower by melanie while i was writing but at least theres still some elements of inspiration in the fic 😭😭

[syscourse-confessions]

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[draconicsparkle]

So @kazinsblog and I had been talking for a bit and we decided that it would be fun to collab on something! So I drafted up a story and she drew a comic based on it! We will link each other’s posts so you can check each other’s parts out. Here’s Kazin’s side!

But yeah! This was a ton of fun! And I hope you enjoy it.

Even CEO’s need TLC

How long had it been since their clash in the Mystery Labyrinth? Days? Months? Years? He didn’t know. And truthfully, he didn’t care to remember.

Ironic, coming from the detective who was an amnesiac at one point in his career.

But it mattered little. All that was important was the here and now. The ‘here’ in question being the grand penthouse suite on the top floor of Kanai Tower, where the CEO of Amatarasu resided. Not many were permitted access to this place. After all, it was the home of the most powerful person in Kanai Ward. But Yuma had… special privileges here, being the original of the CEO and all.

Currently, said CEO was in his room, hopefully getting some sleep. Yuma had returned to Kanai Ward to check on his homunculus only to find him exhausted beyond belief from overwork. Of course, he couldn’t exactly fault Makoto when he himself had been guilty of that exact same situation. So he had simply closed the laptop, and guided the poor homunculus to his luxurious bed, and had turned the lights off.

So now, Yuma was cleaning the penthouse to pass some time. He reorganized the papers and books, tossed the snack wrappers in the trash, and dumped out the old coffee and energy drinks that were scattered around the desk.

Everything had been nice and quiet. A peaceful evening that would hopefully result in Makoto getting a good night's rest.

But those hopes were tested as he heard something concerning. The sound of glass shattering coming from the homunculus’s room.

Yuma dashed over to investigate, slowly cracking the door open and peeking inside. Makoto was sitting up on his bed, panting harshly and staring wide eyed at the destroyed mirror in the room. A small statue was on the ground near the glass shards, the likely candidate to have been thrown to break the mirror.

But the destruction wasn’t the concern at this moment. Makoto looked terrified and he needed to understand why.

“Makoto, what happened?” he asked in a level voice. He kept calm as those fearful eyes shot to him, the rest of the CEO’s body tensing upon catching his original in his sights. “Makoto, I promise everything is okay. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“No… no more. Please… no more,” the clone whispered desperately, his body starting to shake.

Yuma had a feeling he knew what had happened. A waking nightmare, possibly recalling memories from his captivity at the UG labs. He had read the reports on what they had done to their perfect homunculus, and the only way he could describe it was torture. Makoto had been made to suffer in so many ways for no sensible reasons. And it was clear that his exhausted mind hadn’t been able to handle the memories as well as he usually did. Leading to the mirror’s destruction, likely a defensive reflex from seeing what he perceived to be another person.

But the detective also knew a good way to help. So he slowly stepped forward, his expression calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Makoto. I’ll help you. I’ll protect you. No one can hurt you anymore if I’m here. Okay?”

Makoto didn’t reply until Yuma had climbed on the bed and sat right next to him. “You… promise?” the all powerful CEO whimpered.

Yuma carefully wrapped his arms around his homunculus, bringing the shaking body in for a comforting hug. “I promise.”

Makoto almost instantly leaned into the hug, burying his face into Yuma’s shirt. The detective rested his chin on top of Makoto’s head, using one hand to stroke the unbrushed hair. He made sure to continue to be careful, as the man was in a fragile state. But he had no intention of going anywhere.

After a minute, he began slowly laying their bodies back down onto the mattress and letting their heads hit the silk pillows. Makoto kept clinging, and Yuma didn’t let go.

Yuma then recalled a song that he had heard Yakou hum on multiple occasions when he had been that helpless rookie sleeping on the couch. A nice tune that helped calm him down despite the constant stress he had felt on a daily basis. Maybe, just maybe, this might also work on his double.

So he began softly humming, continuing to stroke the long bleached hair. He felt the other’s shaking diminish until it stopped entirely. The grip he had on the shirt also loosened, the shaky breathing evening out and quieting as he listened to the song. It must have been a familiar tune to the CEO, as another voice joined in as the song started for a second time.

A good sign, because this meant that Makoto’s mind was focusing on the song more than the memories. So the humming continued, their voices working together to fill the bedroom with their own music. They continued until halfway through the third repeat, when the homunculus’s voice started growing quieter and quieter. Soon, it had disappeared completely.

Yuma let his own voice rest as he peeked down to observe. Makoto’s face was far more peaceful, sleeping without a hint of worry. Good, maybe this time he could stay asleep.

But the detective didn’t let go, continuing to hug his double to his chest as he closed his own eyes. Companionship and accepting help were still new concepts to them both. But perhaps, this night could be the starting point of something. Proof that they could get better.

But those thoughts could wait until the morning. For now, the two could sleep. To rest with the one who they trusted the most.