#ficspiration

[whiskeyskin]

Transcendent

Premise: If I may draw your attention to the screenshot of @poetryvampire's hot ass post for this ficspriration 🤭😏

• Gale x afab!reader/"you" • Act 2/3

Enjoy y'all 🥴😜 It starts pretty quickly 💦

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Unexpected movement outside his tent rouses Gale from his current book, he sits up a little straighter from his lounging position.

"Hello?" He calls out, peering in the dim candlelight.

The flap to his tent parts and you step barefoot inside the cramped interior, donned in a dusted cloak.

"Oh, love. You surprised me. Is everything-" You silence him by removing your cloak, revealing your form naked as a babe. Your curves, your breasts, your soft curls between your thighs and your eyes dark and alive.

He's stunned beyond all comprehension at your raw beauty before him, and for one of only a handful of times in his lifetime, he's utterly speechless.

"I missed you. I need you." You breathe in a whine, disregarding the cloak at the entrance and kneeling before him, biting your lip.

You chase him to the floor with a hard kiss; one of roving tongues and explorative hands. His book abandoned without a bookmark, he takes great handfuls of your beautiful body, his cock instantly hardening with the intensity of the moment.

Your hands work quick, freeing him from the cloying suffocation of his clothes. He wrenches his shirt over his head, as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one fell pull. He kicks them off with his feet, as you dive back in to kiss him.

Heavy breaths and gasps fill the rapidly heating air around you both, as you writhe together.

Hands, lips, tongues, teeth.

Groping, kissing, licking, sucking, biting.

Your hand reaches between your bodies to line his thick cock with your warm and welcoming entrance.

Gale tries to speak, to object. He attempts to offer his services with tongues and digits, to prepare your body for the delicious stretch that would be your tight walls around him. But nothing comes out except nonsense and gasps.

You align him with the luscious wetness of your folds and take him within you. The air shoots from his lungs, as his hands fly to grab at your hips. Gazing down at him with pure desire and lust, you bounce on his tip, taking in a little more each time.

Tongue-tied, Gale flounders underneath you, so demonstrably aroused by the sudden need, his brain fails to function.

Your confidence grows, as you wetly swallow his length inside you, enveloping his throbbing cock completely. He growls and tenses at the feeling of your warm, wanting wetness, as his chest arches off the bedroll. The exquisite embrace of your pussy surrounding his willing cock.

As he gapes up at you, useless and barely able to form cohesive thought, you ride him at a gallop. Your hands press into his haired chest, as you ride him hard like a prize stallion, or a wild thing that needs to be tamed.

You bounce off your heels, pounding him relentlessly inside you. He glances down to your meeting, the sight of your breasts bounding, as he watches his length slamming inside you at a frenetic pace.

You tense and stutter as an orgasm crashes upon you, "Oh my Gods, ohmygods, ohmygods.. Yes-yes! YES!" You chorus as you squeeze on him.

He watches your face contort in delirious revelry, your pussy clenching his cock in a vice-grip, as you cum fervidly around him. The candlelight glowing on your nigh angelic form, almost as if you refract light from your very soul. Narrowly avoiding swallowing his own tongue in dumbed arousal, he just about avoids spilling himself at the vision of you cumming so quickly on his cock.

With barely any time to recover, you sit up straight, push your hair out of your beautiful face and smile blissfully and deviously down at him.

"I need more of you, love. More." You moan, beginning to roll your hips against him.

Gale clenches his jaw, the pleasure roiling through him from your undulating. He readjusts his grip to hold on to your hips, to feel the movement of you writhing against him.

He should really move, he should do more than just spectate at this spectacular performance but Hells if his body and mind weren't connecting at this precise moment.

You change the speed of your torturous pace and time seems to slow, as he stares up at you, watches you in reckless, wanton abandon. You are chaos, and nature, and sex and joy.

You are a Goddess.

The Goddess of love and longing and lust. The Patron of second chances, of truth and beauty.

Biting your lip, gazing at him through hooded eyes. Your divine form glowing with a sheen of sweat. Your hair sticking at the temples. Your hand stroking your clit as you move. Your breasts heaving as you keep grinding on him.

He will be your Chosen. No, not 'Chosen'. Not something to be cast aside when his usefulness is dried up.

He is your Champion.

He will fight for you, beside you, to the end and beyond. He will die for you, charge into battle with you..

The tight squeeze of your orgasm clenches down on him a second time and the tension in his head increases tenfold, threatening to explode.

"Yes-yes-yes! Gale !" You cry out, thighs shuddering from another intense release.

He winds a hand up your waist, to cup the underside of your breast, giving it a yearning squeeze. The sensation echoes in his sac, causing his eyes to roll back. Gods, he adores how you feel in his hands. The tangible weight of your body against his, the slap of your hips smacking his own. He tries to vocalise his thoughts, express his reverence and love but his impressive lexicon was currently out of commission at present.

You grab his wrists and forced them above him head, kissing him messily. He greedily follows you, groaning and gasping.

He can smell your scent, the sweetness and spice of your musk. He can taste your sweat salty on your skin. You viscerally attack every sense, surrounding him in nothing but desire and unbarred love.

His body finally starts responding to his commands, as he rutts up against your glorious, cum-soaked warmth. You felt like purest heaven as his gentle thrusts sound out debauched and sinful noises. The tactile sensation and auditory inference driving him higher and more desperate.

Oh, cursed Gods you feel so fucking incredible.

It's wonderful, and dangerous, and jubilant.

A deep rumbling noise, not of cohesive thought, emits from his chest, as your swollen cunt squelches around him so deliciously.

"Cum, Gale. Cum inside me. I need your cum inside me." You whine against his lips, releasing his hands and picking up pace once more.

He keens back at your mouth, a high and needing whine; gasping, open-mouthed and crazed against your parted lips. His pathetic hips barely stuttering against the once again frantic pace of your riding him. Speechless, he watches your perfection pound him raw.

His hips tense, his jaw clenches and his desperation winds tight. A violent, carnal delight wraps itself around his neck, spreads across his body like wildfire and burns him from the inside out.

He cries out like man possessed, bucking and thrashing, your unstoppable pace driving him over the precipice of ecstacy.

The enormous pressure building within him erupts and shoots inside your wet, tight cunt. His cum paints your walls, like unbridled waves crashing viciously against stone cliffs.

His cock twitches inside you, squeezing his chest, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts. The trembling aftershocks of orgasm akin to lovingly and violently wrenching his very soul through his cock, to spill inside your wanting womb.

He hisses his teeth as the feeling almost overwhelms him, if not for the press of your kiss on his lips. You slow your now finger-bruised hips to a languid stop, feeding him open-mouthed kisses, gasping and moaning against each other.

For the sweetest of moments, you lay together, sweaty and panting. Basking in the adoration and gently falling tranquility of the afterglow. His head light and dazed, his body tingling and alive.

"Oh my Gods." You sigh finally, pushing yourself up slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Shit. I came so quickly on the first one. Hells." You chuckle lightly, slightly embarrassed, covering your mouth.

Gale's lungs are still working to calm after the orgasm he just had, his ears ringing.

"Are you alright?" You smile at him, the familar look of adoration on your face.

He feels his face stretch into an elated, satisfied grin, "My Queen, my love, my Goddess.." He sighs through heavy breaths, eyes still rolling in his head, "I feel as though I need to change classes to a Cleric."

"What?" You question, with a giggle.

"Because that, my love, was akin to a religious experience." He admits, winding his hand into your hair and pulling you down for another exhilarating kiss.

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That was fun 🥴😏 Want more? I've got a Masterlist for this kinda stuff 🤭✨

[unicornpopcorn14]

inspired by @sensitiveheartless comic

Thinking abt Dazai being infatuated with Chuuya's resting face after corruption.

Thinking about how he progressively ventured with how much he provided caring touches each time Chuuya is out cold.

These are the only moments he sees Chuuya completely resting, without anger or stress drawn onto his features. These are the only times Soukoku can even have silent moments between them, free of exclaims and insults.

The first few instances Dazai would just sit beside him, observe from afar the way his chest heaves and the blood trickles from his skin. The way he's completely vulnerable without a care in the world, like Dazai's presence is somehow grounding for him, safe. And isn't that the dumbest thing he'd ever concluded?

Then the Dragon Head conflict happens, and Dazai can't help but carress his hair, give him a sense of comfort after Chuuya just told him to never stop him. He doesn't hate it as much as he thought it would.

But then, as they resort to corruption more and more, he'd take a risk and hold his hand, maneuvering him to be more comfortable. It would be a pain to have Chuuya develop essential tremors for how his hands shake at these times, wouldn't it? So he'll keep them steady, never letting the blood stain the bandages, else Chuuya would figure him out.

The next time he'd hold Chuuya completely in his arms, because surely the ground can't be that comfortable, and he'd hate for his dog to get sclerosis or something.

And rarely, when they are truly alone, when Dazai is sure they're in the clear, he'd even lean forward so he's resting on Chuuya's shoulder, almost falling asleep himself. His coat is black, so it'd never show the blood smearing him everywhere. And Chuuya isn't that smart to reckon what happens when he falls asleep. It's fine.

Chuuya would be hurled the moment he conveys the smallest signs of waking up, even if he isn't waking up at all, and Dazai would collect himself with an inhale, struggling to fully accept his indulgence in these quiet moments, and knowing he'd miss them for how gradually shorter they're becoming.

And, in fact, Chuuya had already made the connection, seeing how he wakes up with blood smearing Dazai's white shirt, despite getting nullified solely by the wrist, and being wildely far away from Dazai every time at the result of being thrown, despite feeling like he was cozily held not a second earlier.

Though for how hard Dazai is trying to keep this from him, he doesn't find it in himself to be obnoxious about it. And really, he isn't awake for it anyways, so there isn't a risk of him gagging from how sappy this all is. He'll be lenient this once and grant the bastard what he guesses is some sort of comfort for him.

Thus he never brings it up.

[emojistory]

[caystar13star]

Borrowed from Facebook. The mustache caught my attention but the words seem more like Jake.

[lurkylurker25]

Ficspiration y'all...

I'd insert a "sirens" joke in here somewhere, but I'm SO FUCKING SICK OF THAT SONG OMG

[saphesolous]

forget I just posted that because I just thought of the funniest skk fic prompt while brooding in bed and scrolling through my dashboard.

Pm skk, but they stay at an abandoned hospital, that surprisingly still has its beds, for the night (organizations like the sheep usually get to them as soon as the place gets abandoned).

They split up to check the place for any threats before meeting back at the main lobby, giving each other the all clear. They're both too weary to actually sleep despite the apparent lack of threat so they decide to pull an all nighter. They take all the mattresses off the beds and stack them on top of each other using Chūya's ability and begin playing some twisted versions of sleepover games like 'never have I ever'. There's always a penalty lmao.

Oh and there's this unspoken competition on who'd fall asleep first. Competitive mfs here.

Chūya begins feeling drowsy from staying put for too long so he abruptly gets up and just casually strolls around in circles until an idea pops into his head and a devilish grin spreads across his face. He heads over to one of the hospital beds and rocks it a little to test its wheels. Mildly rusty but functional enough. nothing his ability can't solve.

Dazai be looking at him and like 'really?' and Chūya smirks back in 'you chickening out?' which ends up with them racing through the halls and down flights of stairs on mattress-less hospital beds, repositioning the mattresses at the bottom to cushion the crash. They head over to the kitchens later and unexpectedly find an ancient radio that seemed to have a small issue where some wires were connected wrong, easy fix for Chūya, who spent most of his life living off scraps and repairing stuff like this all the time. (Dazai thinks it's cool but he'd rather let Mori admit him into therapy than admit it; he can just drive the therapist a little insane and gaslight them into believing Dazai is perfectly fine.)

There's little to no signal in the kitchens (seriously what was this thing doing there in the first place?) so they end up scouring the hospital (they give up 2 minutes and forty seconds in.) for signal until they just head over to the roof, which was full of broken and discarded objects.

They sit at the edge and settle on listening to a punk rock song that was audible enough with the tune being satisfying enough. The light pollution in this part of suribachi city was especially non-existent, so the stars burned brightly, the sky's beauty a sight to behold for Dazai, who didn't see stars all that often given that he was a city boy through and through, and a nostalgic scenery for Chūya, who used to stargaze whenever he had too much to think about. The atmosphere was tranquil, calming even, for a while there.

They spend the last two hours before sunrise sitting there mostly in silence, save for some small talk and the occasional comment about every new song that came on. It was actually nice.

They head out by sunrise, calling Hirotsu up to send them a car once they were out of the broken down area and into familiar Mafia territory.

They go back to the hospital again as twenty two year olds, Chūya having taken the radio with him last time, returns with it, the signal as bad as it was back then. They felt like teenagers again /pos (for them, being a teenager was actual hell so I felt the need to specify that this is a good thing in this case), the place felt more and more nostalgic the longer they strolled through the halls, the mattresses they left, torn up and yellow, exactly the way they left them.

The stars were just as beautiful as they were all those years ago.

[karlmarxsposts]

I need a fic rec!!!

Stucky, no smut, emotional, angst, rumlow (and other hydra agents) gets what he deserves (not included in fic but assumed after), sambucky (after Steve leaves), the power of stucky love!!!

Steve doesn't realise the winter soldier is Bucky until long after the fight and he has the time to fully process and respond. He articulates and lays out everything he feels in that moment instead of it being brushed past.

40s stucky heavily present in this moment, where Steve talks about everything they shared back then to bring him back.

Sam sees everything and understands them both.

Communication!!!!

I know this is very specific but I would very much like for anyone who would like to write this, to take it and run.

[happy-hokkyokugitsune]

Tendou and Semi start a travel vlog and become vegabonds traversing the world together.

The travel vlog is just a side-hustle though.

Tendou is still a chocolatier, but instead of a physical shop he has a channel where he shares his creations online.

Semi already makes money online with his music, but he also busks in bars and such wherever they are.

They also set up a booth with Semi's merch and albums. The music is amazing, but the free chocolate with every purchase helps as well.

I can see them both being incredibly happy living this way.