Yuri manga by women about women (who aren't in high school)
Sadly a lot of them are one shots, but there’s a few longer ones. A lot of yuri manga is tragically too short and I’m always left wanting more. D:
After some struggles with myself, I ended up putting stories about college aged women so long as it’s not “innocent school life” heavy.
Love my Life (this one has a movie. A uni student coming out to her father and finding that her parents were both queer as well.)
Indigo Blue (A novelist caught between feelings for her boyfriend but also her feelings for another woman.)
Free Soul (22 year old aspiring manga artist writing a manga about a black jazz singer. Artist falls for a trumpeter of a jazz band.)
Sweet Lovin Baby (A young woman befriends a lesbian couple and falls for them. With three other short stories.)
Conditions for Paradise- An OL in love with a world hopping freelance journalist
We’re Aiming for Love Now (Journalist and a cutie in a cosplay store)
Happy Picture Diary - (REALLY FUNNY. An social worker and an editor’s daily life together. All chibi but with some really real lesbian life jokes)
Off-Time (an aging lesbian short one shot)
20-Year-Old Girl x 30-Year-Old Maiden- (one shot, a 30 year old sensitive about her age with a 20 year old woman in her art class)
Princess of the Stars- (short- almost didn’t make it b/c high school flashbacks but it’s college roomies and it’s short and sweet- and challenges that “girls experiment with girls in high school then grow out of it” thing that people in Japan sometimes think)
Ohana Holoholo: Torino Shino (Saya lives with her bisexual former girlfriend and her son. Nico, an actor living up stairs and a close friend, drops by for a visit almost everyday. Somewhat like family, and somewhat not, a story about their lives)
My Unique Day-Sakamoto Mano (women in an acting troupe together. one shot)
Abracadabra- Tanaka Minoru (a magician and a cute girl dealing with confessing to a girl for the first time)
Lonely Wolf, Lonely Sheep- Mizutani Fuka (two women with the same name meet. Warnings for self harm)
Cirque Arachne: Saida Nika (Two women working in the circus in a trapeze act. Stellar cute.)
Maple Love- Otsu Hiyori (meeting in college; really cute)
Two that I recommend but are set apart from the others because one is written by a man and one is written with the male audience in mind respectively
Kusari ha mou iranai- Uso Kurata; two Office ladies
Octave- Akiyama Haru (seinen manga; a talent manager and a songwriter)
This is by no means an exhaustive list and I know there’s more (one particularly that I wanted to put on here but couldn’t remember the title of) so feel free to add on your favorite adult queer lady manga to the list!
the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:
-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.
-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.
-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.
-tagged major character death and you start sweating.
-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.
-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.
-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.
-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.
-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.
-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.
-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.
-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.
-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.
-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.
-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.
-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.
-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.
-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.
-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.
-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.
-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…
-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.
-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.
-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.
-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.
-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.
-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.
-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.
-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.
-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.
-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.
-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.
-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.
-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.
-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.
-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.
-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.
-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.
-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.
-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.
-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.
-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.
-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.
-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.
-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.
-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.
summary: you have a nightmare, and when you go to make yourself a cup of tea Loki surprises you in the kitchen. he offers some help
Sweat beads dripped down your face and your neck as you shot your head up and let out a strained scream. Your latest nightmare was more vivid than the regular ones you were used to. With your breath coming out in short pants, you attempted to calm yourself down before you woke anyone up. Laying down was not going to help ease your mind into the state of calmness it once was resting at, so you quietly got out of bed to make a cup of tea. It seemed like a routine at this point; waking up at 2 in the morning, and having to calm yourself down into a false sense of security.
You didn’t even notice Loki, the God of Mischief, quietly reading a book on the couch under lamplight as you shuffled through the main room and into the kitchen. With your hands still shaking from panic, you opened the cabinet and grabbed the familiar pink mug. After setting it onto the marble counter, you began the works for the cup of tea. Putting a pot of water on the stovetop to boil, you leaned on the counter, and continued to take in short, choppy breaths.
“Are you alright, Lady Y/n?” A silky voice quietly asked, startling you. You turned to see Loki grinning at you over the pages of his book, and you smiled at his civilian appearance. He had a cat sweater on that Thor must’ve given him, and sweatpants.
“Mhm, just couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged your shoulders, technically it wasn’t a lie. No one needed to know about the demons that plagued your sleep. You also wouldn’t be able to get more than four words out with his intense gaze locked on you. Something about Loki caught your eye in a special way, but you weren’t quite sure what.
Loki squinted, “Why are you lying to me about your well-being?” he pressed.
You snapped back, “I am not.” The water was boiling on the stove, so you took it as the perfect moment to break eye contact and get your tea together, and maybe even head back to your room. You poured the boiling water into the mug and hurried off past Loki and back down the hall. Before you were even in your room, he teleported in front of you and blocked the path to your room. Loki insisted once more that you were lying.
Instead of arguing with him any further, you tried to duck underneath his arm. He caught you, however, before you could even attempt and quickly swept one arm under your knees and the other cradling your back and picked you up. You couldn’t protest without waking up the rest of the Avengers, considering the two of you were smack dab in the middle of the hallway. It was a miracle you didn’t spill your cup of tea everywhere as he carefully held you against his chest and carried you to your room.
“Nightmares, I presume?” He whispered as he gently set you down back in your bed, took the cup of tea out of your hand and placed it on the bedside table. All you could do at the moment was nod tiredly and wonder in the back of your mind how he knew about your nightmares.
Loki, instead of returning to his book in the main room, moved to the other side of your bed and crawled in next to you, draping his arm around your waist. You were blushing like mad and tensed up a bit. He must have noticed, because he tightened his grip on you and buried his face in your hair. Loki snaked his other arm underneath of you, fully pulling you into a warm cuddle. You didn’t expect this type of treatment from someone as cynical as Loki, but fully welcomed it. His embrace finally started to sooth the fear from your nightmare. You felt safe wrapped up in his arms.
soooo this is the first fic I’ve written in a while and the first one ever that I’ve decided to publish online haha it was also supposed to be a short one-shot but I got carried away and ended up with like 5K words of pure fucking smut. like beginning to end, this is all smut. so I’m splitting it up into two parts.
this is based off an actual dream I had about Tom a couple nights ago where we were staying in a hotel and someone was trying to flirt w me or some shit and I was texting Tom about how annoyed I was, and the most vivid part of the dream that I remember is a text from him that said “Come let daddy make you feel good” (A+ subconscious over here - Tom with a daddy kink). so this is loosely based off that dream, hope y’all enjoy 💖
“Come on baby, don’t be that way,” the older man’s voice gruffed.
“I said fuck off,” she spat. She rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink as the older man next to her at the bar mumbled unintelligible curses and slipped away to bother someone else. She’d never had any issue fending for herself when it came to lonely, horny men in bars, but she had already been stressed from work and random strangers coming onto her wasn’t easing her irritation.
Her phone buzzed on the bar and she glanced down to see a text from her boyfriend Tom pop up on the screen. He had come back home to her from filming, but for only a few days before he was being whisked away to some other foreign location. For the meantime, they were holed up in a Four Seasons in Midtown Manhattan, all paid for by the company that had hired him. Normally she’d protest and demand he come home to her apartment – given she lived in New York and her place wouldn’t be a far drive – but she’d finally be spending a weekend with her boyfriend with no distractions, and she couldn’t complain.
Is that man still bothering you? Do I need to come downstairs and give him a piece of my mind love? x
She chuckled to herself as she read her boyfriend’s message. Despite the stranger at the bar being a good two feet taller than Tom, he would barge downstairs and willingly take him on himself for her.
I’m alright, he’s gone somewhere to sulk. But he’s ruined my attempts at easing this headache. 😡
She hit “send” and took another swig of her drink. Tom was already upstairs in their suite, after his flight in he’d crashed in bed without second thought, so she decided to let him rest awhile and went to the bar downstairs to try and ease her headache. Her phone buzzed again with another message from Tom almost immediately after her previous message had delivered.
That’s a shame, I was looking forward to showing him what happens when someone messes with my girl.
Warmth spread inside her as she read the last two words and looked down to hide her grin. She adored Tom with every fiber of her being, and all the ways he showed her how much he adored her as well. Before she could type up a response, her phone buzzed again and another message from Tom popped up.
Forget the bar and come upstairs, darling. Come let daddy make you feel good.
She bit her lip and clenched her thighs closer together. This was going to be another one of those nights. She’d always harbored an interest in the whole “daddy kink”, in secret of course, since most of her friends always expressed their being grossed out by it. She was even more excited when she began to learn about her boyfriend’s hidden desires and discovered this was one of them. Although she found that he only pulled the daddy card on nights where he was feeling needier than usual, craving not only her touch but seeing her submit to him.
Nights like tonight.
Downing the rest of her drink, she spun around and hopped off the barstool to make her way to the elevator, the warmth already growing in her core. As she exited the elevator on their floor and rounded the corner, she saw him standing at the end of the hallway – was he that impatient that he was coming downstairs to retrieve her himself? He smiled warmly at her and extended a hand to her as she approached him. Taking her hand, he pulled her into an embrace, gently lifting her off the floor and spinning her in a circle once before setting her back down.
“Have I been gone that long?” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Much too long, m’love,” he whispered just audible enough for her to hear. His eyes bore into hers, and she could see a flicker of something dark in them. Winding an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and lead her down the hall to their room.
The moment the door was locked she felt his hand on her arm pulling her back and pushing her against the door, Tom’s face centimeters from hers. Before she could utter a word his mouth was on her, kissing and licking at her neck while his hands raked up and down her body.
“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy tonight?” his voice rasped in her ear.
“Uh huh,” she whimpered as she felt his hand move between her thighs. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, sliding a finger over her clit.
“Fuck darling,” he groaned. “You’re soaking wet. Is this all for me?”
Her head fell back against the door as she moaned in response. He quickly removed his hand and gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head back down to look in her eyes.
“Answer me when I ask you a question,” he said sternly, making her knees go weak. She loved when he took control in the bedroom.
“Y-Yes,” she whispered, her breathing becoming heavier in her eagerness.
“Good girl,” he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now, arms above your head, and don’t you dare move them.”
She immediately obeyed, holding her hands together as far above her as her arms would allow. Tom returned to the spot in between her thighs, tapping her foot with his so that she would spread her legs farther apart for him. He slid his hand back down the front of her panties, this time lingering on her clit. He slid his middle finger back and forth over the sensitive bud of nerves, and her hips bucked in response. He held her down against the door with his free hand as he began rubbing her clit. Her hands balled into fists as she let out a loud moan that she was sure the other residents nearby could hear. He slipped a finger inside of her and she felt herself getting weaker, her hands sliding down to the top of her head. Without missing a beat, she felt Tom’s free hand grab her jaw, as the hand between her legs froze.
“What did I say about those hands?” he growled in her ear, to which she whimpered in response, returning her hands to the spot above her head. He began mercilessly rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pumped a finger in and out of her, making her squirm against the door.
“Tom… I’m gonna…” she breathed, feeling her muscles beginning to clench around his finger.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” he ordered, slipping a second finger inside of her. “I will punish you.”
But that’s exactly what she wanted, she loved the way his demeanor changed when she disobeyed him. And she loved the way he bent her over his knee and spanked her until her ass was cherry red. Gazing up at him through her lashes, her mouth dropped open as she let her orgasm wash over her. He continued to work her pussy as she rode out the rest of her orgasm, leaving her panting against the door. Before she could come down from her high, his hands were on her wrists as he pressed himself against her, his hardness poking against her leg.
“You dirty, filthy little girl,” he grumbled before pulling her towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as she stood in front of him, knowing very well what was coming next and she could feel herself becoming hot and bothered all over again at the thought of it.
“Strip,” he ordered. She immediately kicked off her heels, reaching back to unzip her dress and sliding it off. His eyes moved up and down her body as he removed his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his gray sweater. After tossing her bra and panties into a pile of discarded clothing she stepped closer to him and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her down over his lap. She instinctively pushed her ass farther in the air, presenting herself to him as she bit her lip, waiting for his hand.
“Do you know what you’re being punished for, little girl?” He asked, sliding one hand up her back, gripping her shoulder and holding her down. When he heard no response from her, he brought his hand down on her ass. Letting out a small yelp, she grabbed handfuls of the comforter.
“I said, do you know what you’re being punished for,” he repeated, positioning his hand over her again, waiting for an answer.
“F-For coming without permission…” she mumbled into the comforter.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, harder this time, eliciting a louder cry from her.
“What was that, little girl?”
“For coming without permission,” she repeated, lifting her head off the bed. Her response was met with another hard slap on her ass and she threw her head back into the comforter to muffle her cries. His hand moved from her shoulder, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her head back.
“I don’t think so sweetheart,” he chided. “You’re going to let everyone in this damn building hear those pretty cries, so they all know what happens to my little girl when she disobeys me.”
She gripped the bed covers tighter as he brought his hand down on her ass again, and again. Each time pulling loud cries from her and she hoped for his sake no one knew he was staying at this hotel. She’d hate for their little bedroom adventures to earn him never ending embarrassment from friends and family, not to mention his fans online if anyone heard about what was going on in their room.
Looking down at her ass, which was now a bright red, he promptly pulled her upright into a sitting position on his lap. She flinched as she was forced to sit down on her now-sore bottom, and he took her face in his hands.
“Are you going to be a good little girl now?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers.
“Yes daddy,” she answered. She felt his cock twitch through his pants underneath her at her response. He pulled her in hungrily, prying his way into her mouth and gently taking a fistful of her hair, cautious of her possibly-sore scalp after tugging her hair earlier. Her hands eagerly moved down his torso to the hem of his sweater, tugging it up and over his head. She began moving off his lap to her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants to free his cock.
“Are you going to suck me off, sweet girl?” He cocked his head to the side as he gazed down at her. God, he loved seeing her like this.
“Yes daddy,” she replied again, more innocently this time. She bit her lip to hide her grin as his cock twitched in her hand at the sound of her answer. She could almost laugh at how worked up that word got him.
Wasting no time, she took all of his length in her mouth, receiving a throaty groan from him. Staring up at him, she held eye contact as she began bobbing her head up and down over his cock, running her tongue along the underside of him.
“Fuck baby girl, you feel amazing,” he moaned, resting on his forearms to watch her. She slowly pulled away from him, releasing his cock with a loud pop before licking his slit ever so gently. After minutes of sucking and teasing, she could feel his hips starting to buck underneath her.
“Can daddy fuck your mouth little girl?” he asked between breaths. She could see his chest rising and falling and she knew he was close. She pulled away from him once more before nodding. She scooted away, sitting back on her heels. He pulled himself off the bed, dropping his trousers and kicking them off.
“Such a good little girl you are,” he praised, stroking her cheek before running both his hands through her hair, gently taking ahold of her as she took him back into her mouth and allowed him to begin bucking his hips into her mouth.
The room was silent, save for the sounds of her gagging on his cock and his groans as he thrusted harder into her mouth. She could feel him dripping down her throat and knew he was close, and began swirling her tongue around his tip.
“F-Fuck baby girl, m’not gonna last much longer,” he moaned, his words slurring together as he edged closer to his climax. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth once more and began bobbing her head in rhythm with his thrusts and felt him spill down her throat. His hips slowed to a halt as she continued sucking him off through his orgasm, swallowing down every drop of him.
Pulling her to her feet, he wiped off the mixture of himself and her saliva off her chin and peppered small kisses on her cheeks and lips.
“Such a good girl, so good to me,” he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing small circles on her back. “Now, why don’t you get on the bed and let daddy make you feel good again.”
The sunlight was streaming through the curtains as
I woke up with a big smile on my face. I’ve never felt this good waking up at 8 am in the morning but this day seemed special. I pushed myself up and walked to my window, pulling the curtains open. The light filled my room instantly. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. The sky was extremely blue today and the sound of children’s laughter already filled the air. This was a perfect day for a stroll in the park.
All of a sudden, there was a scratching by my door. I quickly opened the door and in came running my precious Staffy, Max. He ran around my room a few times before pouncing on me. I bent down and rubbed the backs of his ears. Max jumped on me and knocked me to the ground. I giggled as he licked my face.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you trudged along the cool tile of the Dolan household kitchen. You opened up the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, careful not to make too much noise. You hadn’t got much sleep the night prior and Grayson was the only one to blame. He had woken you up in the middle of the night, hornier than ever, and you had no choice but to give in knowing that he would keep bugging you until you caved. You ended up fucking for hours with so many orgasms you could hardly breathe afterwards.
Alrighty here we go… @sgtbuckula surpise, I’m your Secret Valentine! Your prompts and ideas were so fun I just couldn’t help but draw a couple pages worth of it. The things I decided to try and draw would be, of course, some fluffy sSheith, captive galra!Keith and supportive Paladins! I’m not sure if I succeeded or not but I gave it my best shot :”)
Hopefully I can find the inspiration and time to shade this, as well as add a background like I originally planned but if not…oh well. I do hope you like it and it was worth the short wait!
Happy (late) Valentines and thank you for being so kind to me (I DID see that post about not having to rush by the way, you’re too sweet haha)!
Overview: The reader and Sam decide to mess with Dean through…easily confused wordplay.
Warnings: a smidgen of language, sexual innuendos, fluff, and fruit being sexy
A/N: I asked Lee to give me a prompt yesterday and this is what transpired from it. I had too much fun writing this @wheresthekillswitch :)
It had started as innocent. All things with Sam seemed to start that way, but all things with Sam also had a bad habit of escalating at a rather…fast pace. I’m not claiming clean hands in this – together, Sam and I had always been evil masterminds. And this time wasn’t any different.
We had just gotten back from a grocery run and everyone was helping put the items away. I was unpacking the bag of fruit when a sharp jab to my ribcage from Sam’s elbow made me glare and roll my eyes at him. He just wiggled his eyebrows at me, unable to keep the excited grin off his face.
“Pull it together,” I mouthed. He quickly cleared his face of any and all emotions.
“So…Dean,” I said calmly, “can you feel my melons?”
His hand froze halfway to the pantry with the box of cereal it was holding. He slowly turned his head, “Um…what?”
“My melons,” I repeated, “I mean, Sam felt them earlier and said they were firm enough but I just wasn’t sure.”
The box of cereal almost slipped out of his hands, but he managed to catch it after a brief spout of fumbling. “Sam did - what are you – I’m sorry, what?”
Dean didn’t have much time to react as I swiftly tossed a cantaloupe in his direction. He caught it and then just stared down at the round fruit in his hands, confusion written all over his face.
“Yeah, my melons,” I said, pulling the second cantaloupe out of the bag, “think they’re firm enough?”
I saw his knuckles whiten a bit as his grip tightened around the fruit. He briskly walked over to the refrigerator, jerked the door open with a little too much force, and then haphazardly tossed the cantaloupe inside, “I’m sure they’re fine.”
Hi. May you please do a short fic with Sombra, Widowmaker, Tracer, or Reaper with a female S/O who has an anxiety attack? I been needing something like that for awhile, honestly. Thank you if so.
At first you told yourself you would’ve been okay. Sombra had told you to wait and keep watch on her gear as she went to steal some data for Talon.
In the time it took her to come back, a guard had spotted you and tried to take you down. As scared as you were when he tightly grabbed you by the hair, you shot him down. When Sombra saw the dead guard and you huddled up next to the gear, crying and shaking, she quickly and carefully approached you.
“ y/n, honey it’s me, it’s Sombra.” she said at first, poking your shoulder. It didn’t help much as you started to hyperventilate, your hands shaking aggressively as you aimlessly tried to swat the poking away.
Sombra was quick to act and searched inside one of her bags in the gear pile. She found a small incense stick and quickly lit it, letting the soothing smell help wind you down. She placed it away enough so it didn’t overwhelm you as she gently rubbed your back.
“I’m here amiga, I’m here…” She said soothingly as you slowly snapped out of the sense of panic. When you did, you wrapped your arms around Sombra in a hug. Sombra had called for backup by then to help her gather all her gear as she held you in her arms. Carrying you to the airship since her job was done.
Amelie Lacroix - Widowmaker
The first few years where you shared a room with Amelie were cold. Cold in the regard that she wouldn’t get close to you or speak to you much. You were usually the one doing the talking.
But as time passed and stress got to you, you stopped being the one talking. Everything gradually became too much and you concaved in yourself, turning to a shaky and sobbing mess in that little room you and Amelie shared.
Amelie had found your shaking form facing the corner of the room, like a small child put in the naughty corner. The Frenchwoman softly stepped closer to you, staring, unsure of what contact to make.
“Y/n?” she asked, waiting for a reply. When you tilted your head, she took it as a sign you were listening.
“Did something upset you?” she asked again, waiting for a decent time until you finally nodded.
For hours, the two of you chatted back and forth, Amelie wasn’t really sure why she was putting all this effort on you. But it felt warm inside to hear your soft laughs as you calmed down. The more you talked, the more she liked you.
Amelie decided to braid your hair as you two talked for almost the rest of the night.
Lena Oxton - Tracer
Usually with most panic attacks, you have a few seconds to get some privacy before you melt down like ice cream on a hot day. This was different however.
The two of you had gone out for dinner when a group of snarky adults entered the small restaurant you two were in. Being the bigoted people they seemed to be they began to poke fun at the pair of you, mostly on Lena.
At first the two of you paid no mind at their words, but the longer they talked about Lena, the more venomous their words became.
You had enough and quickly stood up, walking over to the group, “Could you please stop that?” you asked, but only got laughter in reply.
“Or what sweetcheeks? you gonna cry?” one of the men asked, the sneer in his tone blatant.
“No. I’m going to get the manager.” you stated, one of the other men, who was clearly intoxicated, began spitting slurs at you as he snatched a handful of your hair, preparing to give you a beating.
Lena was quick to act as she rushed to help you out. Striking at the drunk man’s wrist so he could let go of you. She then proceeded to knee the man in the groin, stunning him. She then quickly put down on your table money for the food and picked you up, quickly walking out before anyone noticed your panic attack.
You could easily remember every time that someone grabbed your hair. The fear of what could’ve happened if Lena wasn’t there was mainly why you were having this panic attack.
Lena held you close as you sobbed out a jumble of apologies, trying to keep yourself together, even if it was a futile attempt. But Lena was there, hugging you close, “Shh, It’s okay love, you’re going to be okay. I got you.” She’d whisper for you as she rubbed your back, soothingly taking you out of this panic attack.
“Thank you for standing up for me y/n. That was very kind of you.” She said as she kissed your forehead.
Gabriel Reyes - Reaper
Gabriel knew you had a distaste for city environments. In the past, he would’ve loved to be in the city, but now, donned into the look of the reaper, he hates it just as much as you. The loud noise burns in his ears and the smell of smoke is worse than the smell of gore from the omnic crisis in his opinion.
So when you two had a three month long mission in a city, he knew he’d have to look out for you alot. The first week was the most stressful one for you. People were everywhere, like maggots on a carcass, it felt crushing, restraining, and soon enough you were breathless, taking small gasps as you went through the crowd. The smell of smoke, oil and sweat crammed your nose, bringing forward the gag reflex.
In only half an hour, you were almost dead from how overwhelmed you were. Quickly, you made your way back to the apartment Talon had assigned for you and Gabriel. Slamming the door shut you ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, the noise of cars honking still in your ears, buzzing as white noise. the stinky, cheesy sauce from a man’s meal had spilled by accident on your arm, the smell setting off your gut as you retched and heaved, but nothing came out.
You cried and cried, shaking and heaving as you huddled to the toilet. You couldn’t really feel Gabriel beside you, holding your hair back and rubbing with one hand your shoulder. He soothingly hummed an odd tune but it wasn’t helping as much as the shoulder rub.
After a solid hour, it passed, and you were a mess.
“It’s going to be fine sweetheart, next time we’ll go out for food at night.” He suggested, massaging away the stress from your shoulders as he nuzzled his face to your forehead.
This is actually something that I drew a few days ago bUT I really wanted to draw something and I wasn’t sure what exactly and I’ve had this particular idea for a long time so I GAVE IT A SHOT AND I’M SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT CAME OUT. I’ve always thought that some of Robin’s hair styles that had her braiding or doing something with the sides of her hair were really pretty (though the short style that Carinus has is my fave obvs iaeirg.) So I just had this idea of mama Carinus braiding and pulling Lucina’s hair back in a pony tail for her one day and putting white flowers in it because she thought it looked pretty on her and Lucina would love it and (*’v｀丱)☆+゜
This was so, so much fun, I think I had the most fun with her hair. I originally had it down and then the parts of her hair that were braided pulled back but I couldn’t get it to look the way I wanted it too so I tried putting it all up and I LOVE IT SO MUCH *゜✲ฺ(✿◕ฺ ∀◕ฺ)ฺノ゜* This whole thing I just couldn’t be happier with like uGH aoerihg Also fun fact, with the flowers, I was trying to carry over the flowers from Lucina’s (just S?) support with male Robin. I DON’T KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT BEHIND THEM I haven’t seen their support yet but I thought mama Carinus would find them pretty on her baby girl.
Admin: Candi Request:“A smutty scenario with MONSTA X’s Minhyuk please (; - anon” Fandom: Monsta
Minhyuk x Reader Genre/warning(s): smut,
alcohol, masturbation Words: 3.1k Authors note: Y E S QUEEN, Minhyuk smut was a dream request for me. I
know he’s all happy and all about that sunshine life but I honestly feel like
he’d be so kinky in bed. Members said he’s the most perverted out of all of
them so yesssss. Minhyuk snatched me so hard. Mimi and I have a problem where
we can’t pick a bias from Monsta X so we just say all of them are our biases
You slammed your locker shut feeling more frustrated than ever as you gripped your books hard in hand. You felt like a total outcast. It wasn’t a bad thing to be inexperienced when it came to sex and you took pride in the fact that you hadn’t given it up to just anyone. You were waiting for the right one and that’s all there was to it. But that came with endless taunting and teasing from your classmates. Especially in sex-ed class where you, obviously, got it the worst.
“You mean…you’ve never like…fooled around with a guy?” Your friend Shawna asked you, her eyes wide as she shoved a bobby pin in her hair. You were in the girls washroom and you looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. The last thing you needed was the entire school knowing you were still a virgin.
“No.” You shrugged. “Does that matter?”
“I mean…no..” She frowned slightly. “But why? Guys are pawning after you left and right.”
“Not really.” You sighed. But being the virgin made you a prime target. Guys were dying to be your first and it really kind of grossed you out.
“Yes, really. You also have the hottest fucking friends in the entire world who I’m sure would jump at any opportunity to get in your panties .”
It’s more of a series of stories, really…but for now we’ll just focus on the afternoon I gave them both head.
Some context: These are near-identical twins. For the sake of privacy I’m just gonna call them them Erik (older) and Mark (younger). This happened during my junior year of high school.
So I’m smoking pot with Mark at their place (They lived in my neighborhood so it was a quick ride to and from) while their parents were away and Erik was at work. We were just bullshitting in the backyard for a while when Erik came home from his shift, said hi to me and then went off to his room. Mark goes to his so I follow Erik since I’d been blowing Erik for a few months prior and was hoping that day would end up the same way. He was playing Call of Duty so we just made small talk for a few minutes but we both knew why I was there so he pulled down his shorts between matches and invited me to go for it. I sucked him off while he played and when he came I swallowed and left to Mark’s room.
Mark was also playing CoD so again, I sat and made small talk, but Mark was really stoned so it was mostly just me watching him play. I noticed his shorts were tenting and, feeling ballsy after having just blown his brother and also coz I was high, asked if he wanted some help with that. He was nervous coz he didn’t want his brother to walk in but I assured him it was fine so he whips his dick out (It’s slightly smaller than his brothers, both are around 7.5?) and I got to work. Either I was really good, or he’s just a quick shot because he came in under five minutes.
After that, I said my good-byes and went home. To my knowledge, neither one knows I blew the other or that I’d been blowing them both for a while.
This is an issue I’ve been wanting to discuss for a while, but with Gruvia week fast approaching, I thought now would be a good time to finally broach this subject. Mind you, this is hardly a new, or unaddressed issue. This has been brought up on Tumblr many a time, and in many a fandom. But I wanted to address it again, because it is so important.
*Also, because I know many people don’t like to read long blocks of text, I have included random pics of Gruvia with even more random comments to keep people entertained. Enjoy!*
Since my time in the Gruvia fandom, I have always made it a point to participate in Gruvia Week, and likewise, I have always regretted it.
Why? Because the amount of effort/time put into writing fics for Gruvia Week was never worth the amount of feedback/acknowledgement I received in return for my efforts. I don’t like begging for reviews. In fact, when I first entered the FT fandom, and started writing Gruvia fics, I would NEVER ask for reviews. I figured, if people wanted to review, they would. But over the past couple of years, I started asking for them. You know why? Because the amount of written feedback compared to the amount of notes/favs(if we’re talking about fan fiction DOT net) I received on fics was wildly imbalanced.
Was it just me, or was the anime filler unison raid more magically impressive than the official one?
And have I gotten more reviews since I started requesting them. Not at all. Quite the contrary, in fact. Part of that is the FT fandom has shrunk, but another part of it is the *type* of stories I usually put out. I like writing one-shots. I find it more enjoyable to just get a completed story out there all at once. I don’t really have the patience or dedication anymore to keep up a multi-chapter fic. But multi-chapters DO often get more reviews. Why? Because those reading want to encourage the writer to continue the story. And that’s great. That’s how it should be. BUT, that’s how it should befor completed fics, too. And yet, it’s not.
Because I am giving my readers an already completed story, there is no incentive to review. Which from a writer’s perspective, is so discouraging. For a writer, putting out an ending to a story (and mind you, many of my one-shots are 6,000-10,000 words long, so definitely not SHORT) is when they need feedback the most. They want to know whether it was liked or not. That’s the most important time to review. But so many people don’t, because what’s in it for them? They already received everything you were giving out.
Do you see how horrible that is, though? Someone took the time (some fiction takes hours, days and even weeks and months) to write and share a whole story for free, and the least a reader can do, “the review,” is not worth most people’s time. But if that’s the case, then why should I, the writer, waste my time putting out a story in the first place? Liking or faving a story isn’t enough. We want to know what you liked (or even didn’t like) about it. That’s how we improve. We thrive on feedback.
I imagine they might say these kinds of things in bed together, too.
So, yes, as far as one-shots go, why should you leave a review? The story is complete. You don’t need to ask for another chapter to see how it ends. I’ll tell you why. Because while you received a story this time, there’s no guarantee there will be another one in the future. And I know I’m not the only writer or artist who feels like this.
And yes, writing should not be all about the reviews. You should absolute write for yourself above and beyond anything else. And I DO. However, the story is already in my head. I’m already enjoying it. I don’t really need to write it down. I do that more for others rather than myself. And yet the lack of appreciation for this kills my motivation to write anything else.
And all writers KNOW people are reading but not reviewing. The amount of traffic, favs or notes my stories receive in comparison to the amount of reviews are not even close to matching up. If you enjoyed a story enough to fav, follow, like or reblog, then please think about also leaving a comment. No one is asking you to match their story with a novel of your own in a review, but sometimes even a few short words are so appreciated by writers and artists.
If you don’t acknowledge your artists and writers, your fandom dries up. People leave or move on. People stop making gifs, writing, drawing, etc.. If your fandom dries up, then content for the things you love also dries up. Is that really ok? Not only that, but imagine writers and artists who are new to fandom, and new to art and writing in general. Imagine how hard it is for them? You could make the difference between someone giving up and never reaching their full potential, or your review inspiring them to improve to the point that they one day become a famous author or artist. Never think your review doesn’t matter. IT DOES.
Now, back to the topic of Gruvia Week itself. I think the lack of feedback during Gruvia Week especially is a combination of things. Firstly, there’s a lot of content (which is very good! That’s what everyone wants for Gruvia Week, but…). That also means a lot of competition. Things move faster in the tags than normal, things get pushed down, and the sensory overload kicks in, so fics and/or art that would usually receive tons of notes or more feedback on a normal day, just don’t receive as much appreciation during Gruvia Week.
Secondly, there’s the “one-shot” effect I already explained above. People know that no matter what, most users who are participating in Gruvia Week are likely going to post all the content they already prepared. So, you’re going to get “the product” regardless of what you as a reader or spectator do. So, there’s no incentive to encourage the artist or writer, as you will receive that content regardless.
Did Juvia give Gray that butterfly t-shirt? And what did Gray want to tell Juvia before he got made into swiss cheese by the dragon spawns? The mysteries of the GMG forever unsolved.
Now, I’m not saying Gruvia Week is bad for all artists or writers. I actually think for artists and writers just starting out, it’s a GREAT thing. Being reblogged by the Gruvia Week tumblr, which surely has a massive following, helps your art/writing reach more people than it usually would.
So, I’m not trying to discourage people to participate at all. On the contrary, I’m trying to ENCOURAGE people who read fics or like seeing art/graphics/etc, to ALSO participate. If you can’t draw, or can’t write, but you enjoy it when other people do, LET THEM KNOW. No one wants a dead pairing week, and not providing feedback is the fastest way to kill future ship weeks.
The reason I kept participating every year, for the last three years, was because I hoped things would be better this time. They never were. If anything, if got worse year after year. I’m not saying everything I write is a masterpiece, and I should be showered with a constant stream of praise. But as I explained at the start, the amount of notes and favs do not add up with the amount of actual reviews/feedback received.
This is the most manga time conscious Gray and Juvia have had together in the last six months *cries*
I know some people can be shy. I know some people just like to lurk. But please think of the person creating the content that you just enjoyed. Yes, they drew art this week, or wrote a fic this year, so you already received your reward. But what is the artist’s reward? What are they getting out of it, and what is their incentive to write another story, draw more art, make another graphic, or video? You are not giving them a reason to. And that is exactly why so many people quit drawing, writing, or contributing to fandom all together. So, please don’t let that happen. Please make this Gruvia Week different.
Gray: We are so attractive.
Juvia: We really are, Gray-sama. I hope people read this whole thing and didn’t just look at our gorgeous faces.
Gray: I can’t blame them if they did just that. We are fabulous.
BTS REACTION: Their S/O Having a Neutral Response When He Tells You He’s Cheated
though i’m more familiar in writing one shots, i decided to give writing reactions a try
so i figured, obviously, anybody would be overall surprised if you were to be calm & collected when your love interest told you s/he cheated, so i put their reaction in a short dialogue
though, i must inform you, they’re potentially angsty
K I M S E O K J I N :
“Are you not gonna cry? Hit me? Scream at me? Do something?” He would ask, body still tense from anticipating some sort of reaction from you.
“Oh no, don’t worry, I’m bursting at the seams with fury right now.” You respond to his question. “It’s just that,” You sigh, “I’ve already made dinner for the both of us. But after we eat, I’m leaving your unfaithful ass.”
M I N Y O O N G I :
“Is that all you’re gonna give me? A shrug and an ‘okay’?” He asks carefully, crossing his arms at your tranquil expression.
“I’ve had my heart broken before, you know.” You shrug, but then also add, “But we’re still breaking up.”
J U N G H O S E O K :
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He’d repeat over and over again while on his knees in front of you.
You cross your arms and wait for him to stop being some kind of record on repeat. When you realize he isn’t going to stop apologizing, you roll your eyes and grab him by the arm to pull him up to his feet.
“You know that saying sorry won’t change the fact that you still cheated, right?”
K I M N A M J O O N :
“You’re surprisingly relaxed… Are you not hurt by the fact that I cheated on you?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Well, hurt is one way to put it,” You sigh as you cross your arms. “I’m more disappointed.”
P A R K J I M I N :
“So… What happens to us now?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” You tilt your head at him, “We break up.”
“Are you not gonna say anything?” He dares to look into your eyes.
“What is there to say? You broke my trust.” You sigh, and then you bow your head down to think for a moment. “It’s late, Taehyung, Let’s go to bed.”
Though confused by your offer to even sleep in the same bed, he hesitantly follows you to the bedroom, where he decides to sleep on the far side of the bed instead of cuddling next to you like usual. He didn’t want to push any boundaries, considering that he’s hurt you in the worst way possible.
He wasn’t surprised to find you not beside him & all your stuff gone when he woke up.
J E O N J U N G K O O K :
“C’mon, be mad, start crying, just do something!” He’d raise his voice at you. He’s already so angry at himself for ruining your relationship that he’s expecting you to be angry too, but when you show no signs of emotion, he can’t help but get even angrier. “What? Are you not even hurt by this? By me?”
“Of course I’m mad, Jungkook. Hell, infuriated even,” You admit exasperatedly, fighting off the tears that were forming in the brim of your eyes. “It’s no doubt that I’m breaking up with you, so just save me the energy of wanting to gauge your eyeballs out and move back into the dorms.”
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Only two weeks ago, had Azriel
sat at his Birthday dinner sipping whiskey and being treated like a King.
Now? He had really drawn the
short straw with this one.
The Senior Halloween party was
taking place at Helion’s house in the suburbs, and it was absolutely essential
that you wore a costume, otherwise you just wouldn’t be allowed entry. Even
Amren was participating, though, she was most definitely not participating in
the group costume that was organised.
“We’re just missing Velma,” said
Ines, already taking a horrifically large amount of photos that made Azriel
want to die.