#I cba to tag the rest of them

[unaluv]

the final dinner season in hotd s1 when viserys sees his family happy and together (right before absolute chaos ensues mind u) always makes me sooo emotional

[saym0-0]

me from two years ago would be QUAKING

[leviiackrman]

EVERY OC LIST GOT;

I was tagged by @shellibisshe @imogenkol + @jamessunderlandgf to do this fun template, thank you beloveds🤍

Thought it would be fun to include my art instead of faceclaims (just for a mini serotonin boost) but obvs couldn’t fit all my ocs in!!

Tagging: @carrionsflower @statichvm @risingsh0t @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @kanos @bbrocklesnar @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @minaharkers @sergeiravenov @carlosoliveiraa @rosenfey @nokstella @queennymeria @heroofpenamstan @alexxmason @tethrras @a-treides @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe @fenharel

Shen + Chika Hōki || Ophelia Dandythorn || Isaac Wattleseed + Qui’en Amanita

Umetarou Noguchi + Margot Durand || Bubbles Finley + Mineyo Ginnivan || Una Wattleseed + Poko Rikihisa

Asami Enatsu + Kaida Ishimoto || Rin Kyutoku + Natalie Drake || Yavanna Trevelyan + Ziri

Saeka Rikihisa + Johnny Finley || Jordan Parker + Willow Hawke || Gigi Olalia + Tobin Drake

Blank version under the cut:

[wenosgf]

PUBLICITY STUNT

MDNI!!!

synopsis: nicholas is an old friend of yours from back when you were a trainee under hybe. however, due to a grudge you’re stubbornly holding onto years later, your relationship as fellow idols is strained. what happens when a video is leaked of you and nicholas bickering backstage, and your company wants you to fake date him to dispel the backlash from his fans?

if you just want to read some smut and cba to read the whole series this chapter kinda works as a standalone too.

chapter 16: drunk

tags > sub!virgin!nicholas, drunk sex, sex with feelings, grinding, blowjob, face riding, cumming untouched (kinda), mention of back entrance

might have pushed my desperate man agenda a little far with this one.

wc: 2.3k

on the drive back to yours, in the elevator up to your apartment, and as you walked through the front door, nicholas was holding onto your hand the whole time, as if making sure you weren’t going to slip through his fingers. not again.

you shut the door behind you and removed your hand from his so you could lock it, and his fingers brushed your arm tentatively, like he couldn’t stand to not be touching you even for a little bit. he kicked off his shoes, you turned to face him, and he dropped his hand, staring at your face silently.

leaning your back against the door, you smile, reaching out and hooking your fingers into the collar of his shirt. you don’t tug him closer, he does that himself, moving towards you until you were almost nose to nose. you feel his breath fanning over your lips, you look up at him, and he’s staring down at you as if you’re holding the entire universe in your hands. you believe him now, you believe what he said about loving you.

you kiss him softly. you wanted him to feel that you loved him too, but you weren’t quite ready to say it. so instead you kissed him. it wasn’t heated and messy like the previous one, it was tender. his hands flew up to rest either side of your face, and he sighed, angling your head up to kiss you deeper. he was so attractive like this - a little drunk and desperate. you pulled away and took his hand, guiding him to the bedroom. he looked around your room innocently, maybe not aware of what you were planning on doing to him that night, his eyes landed on the meihua tree, and his face flushed. you’d been taking good care of it.

“do you remember the plum blossom festival?” he asked.

you plopped down on your bed,“of course i do,”

“that’s when i fell in love with you,”

your lips parted out of shock,“you liked me back then?”

he sits down beside you,“i was crazy for you,”

you looked away and trailed a finger up his thigh affectionately,“i’m sorry i stopped talking to you,”

he nodded. he didn’t say that he forgives you, you suppose you don’t deserve it. you had blamed him for something that likely wasn’t even his fault, just because it made you feel better than having to blame yourself. you didn’t want to think that you weren’t good enough for hybe. but you didn’t know how he felt about you, and you didn’t know how much it destroyed him when you stopped responding to his messages.

he nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck, breathing in deeply. your thighs tightened. he probably wasn’t even trying to turn you on right now, but your neck was so sensitive, and he smelt so good. you clutched his shirt, making him pull away and look at you, and you smashed your lips onto his. he inhaled sharply, kissing you back eagerly, this time it was him trying to keep up with you. he placed his hands on your bare thighs, squeezing slightly, and you whined and shifted. he kept on pulling back, making you chase his lips, before going back in. after about his fifth time of doing that, you growled and moved, swinging one leg over him so you were straddling him.

“would you stop that,” you demanded, grabbing his jaw.

he chuckled softly, his ears going pink,“‘m sorry, i just like to look at you,”

“you don’t normally look at someone as you kiss them,”

his blush spread to the rest of his face,“sorry,”

you bent your head and kissed his bottom lip, pulling on it with your teeth, and he moaned. you smiled and licked along where you’d just bitten, and his hands grabbed your hips, trying to ground himself so he doesn’t go insane. you were kissing again, sloppily with tongue and teeth, and you pressed yourself more firmly down on him. he groaned, his hips bucking up involuntarily. your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders and you rocked back and forth. he quickly pulled away from the kiss and gasped.

“y/n,”

“yeah?” you rolled your hips.

he grunted, his thumbs digging into your hip bones,“fuck, is this okay?”

“why wouldn’t it be?” you ran your fingers through his hair. his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, as if to clear his head enough to form a coherent sentence.

“because you’re drunk. i’m drunk,”

“i’m not drunk,” okay, maybe you were a little bit still, but right now you felt hyper-aware of nicholas’s touch, breaths and all the sounds you were drawing out of him, and if you couldn’t get more of him you were going to break.

you grinded down on him again, and his head flew back as he bucked up against you, with no coordination or rhythm, just desperation. you placed kisses across his jawline, and then down his neck, all while you were grinding against each other breathlessly. you could feel how hard he was underneath you already.

you bit down on the area where his neck and shoulder met, and he let out a cry and suddenly stopped moving, gripping your hips hard to stop you too.

“wait, wait, wait, stop, stop,”

you pulled back and looked at him with a frown,“what’s wrong?”

he looked up at you, his face flushed completely red,“i… i think i was about to cum,” he didn’t meet your eyes, clearly ashamed.

you smiled, climbing out of his lap and settling on your knees between his legs,“let’s get these off then,”

you started to unbutton his jeans, but he grabbed your wrists, his hands shaking slightly,“wait.”

you look up at him,“you don’t want to?”

“no, i do, it’s just…” he dropped his head,“i’m a virgin,”

you couldn’t help your mouth dropping open. you couldn’t believe someone as good-looking as nicholas would be a virgin,“what? how?”

“…i always wanted it to be you,”

your heart was hammering in your chest,“but… you didn’t see me for three years,”

“i know. i tried. i really did try. i even took a girl home once, but she touched me and i realised i was picturing you. i couldn’t…” he sucked in a deep breath,“i did eventually move on, i wasn’t hurting about it anymore, but i still never met anyone who made me feel the way you did. and i thought, maybe that’s just the kind of teenage infatuation you don’t experience as an adult, but then i saw you again, three years later, as an idol under another company, and even more beautiful than i remembered, and… it all came back,”

he was rambling, staring down at you with his eyebrows creased into a deep frown, you could tell he was struggling to keep eye contact out of embarrassment but still he maintained it so you knew he was being genuine. you gently took his hand in yours and kissed it. it must’ve been a weird situation for him, spilling his guts completely as you sat in a suggestive position between his legs. you wanted him to know that you heard him, though, and that this wasn’t just sexual to you.

“if you leave me again i won’t be able to handle it,”

“i won’t,” you kiss his hand again, and then his other one,“i won’t,”

his frown lines softened out, and then he slowly directed your hands back to the zipper of his jeans.

“you sure?” you ask.

he nods, his adam’s apple moving up and down,“yes. please.”

you undo his zipper and help him tug his jeans down, and then you free his length from his boxers, letting your breaths brush over his tip. he lets out a whine from the back of his throat as you hold him gently, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. you place a kiss on his tip and his whole body jolts, bucking his hips towards your face while making a strangled sound behind his pursed lips.

“fuck, y/n,”

you lick up his shaft from the base to the tip, and his fingers thread into your hair as he moans.

“don’t tease, y/n,”

you smile and swirl your tongue around his red tip, and he whimpers, trying to gently push your mouth onto his dick. you decided to give it to him, and wrap your lips around it, sucking gently, slowly sliding further down until you couldn’t anymore. you try to keep looking up at him, to see his mouth fall open and eyes flutter shut. he looked godly like this, you can’t believe you’re the first person to experience it. you bob your head up and down, your cheeks sunken as you suck harder, still keeping a slow pace. he starts mumbling, blabbering, his eyes rolled back, his pronunciation slurring.

“mm, fuck, mmmhm, yeah, you’re so good, y/n. you feel so good. i’m never letting you go after this, y’know?”

you push his tip to the back of your throat, gagging slightly, coaxing more beautiful moans from his slack mouth.

“you’re so perfect. i’m gon-” his voice cracks,“gonna marry you one day.”

being cautious about the fact that he had already almost came just from grinding a few minutes ago, and you wanted to ride him tonight, you pulled back and stood up. he looked a little upset when you stopped, following your face with broken eyes, but that expression quickly vanished and was replaced by shock as you began to peel off your dress until you were left in a bra, thong and heels.

“oh my god,” his eyes roamed your body greedily, not seeming to be able to settle on a singular place. his cock twitched visibly,“you’re so amazing. can i touch you, please?”

“you don’t have to ask,”

he reaches out his hands, first brushing down your sides, and then sliding back to grab your behind, and then travelling back up to cup your breasts over your bra. he stops when you grab the hem of his shirt and tug it up, raising his arms so you could remove it for him. once his top half was bare, you bent down and began to suck and bite along his shoulders and collarbones. he whimpered placing his hands back on your ass and squeezing. you suck hard to leave marks, remembering the time you’d given him a hickey before, and now you were finally able to do it again. and the sounds he made were so addicting.

“take off your jeans and lie down,” you instruct. he’s quick to do so and climb to the head of the bed, settling down on the pillow.

you climb on top of him and kiss him. his hands go to your thighs now, running up and down, making you shiver.

“y/n, can i taste you? i really wanna.”

you smile and nod,“want me to ride your face?”

his eyes narrow, and he tugs you up onto his chest by your thighs. you chuckle and shuffle further, until your clothed crotch hovered over his mouth.

“i’ll take that as a yes,”

“god, y/n, please just let me do it,”

you move your thong to the side, gasping as his hot breath hit your core directly. he tilted his chin up to lick you, but you raised your hips so he just missed. he didn’t seem to appreciate the teasing, so he grabbed your hips and forcefully pulled you down onto his mouth. you both moaned. his tongue was swiping through your folds and quickly into your entrance, not caring to start slow or build up. you swore, gripping the headrest with your head thrown back. your hips rocked on their own accord, making it so your clit bumped his nose, and you moaned every time. he was pulling you down even harder, he must’ve been finding it hard to breath. the place where his mouth and your cunt connected was soaking and messy, all over his lower face and your thighs.

“i fucking love you,” you could barely hear his muffled statement over the sound of squelching and your own moans,“taste so good. i could do this forever,”

“fuck, yixiang.”

he growls, nuzzling his face against your clit in a way that was so overstimulating but so good. he was moving too, his hips bucking up, humping into nothing but the seam of his boxers.

the feeling crept up on you quicker than expected, the heat spreading all across your body, the tightness low in your stomach. you started swearing over and over, your brain not being able to think anything else. he gripped onto your ass, and then you felt the soft pad of his finger pressing against the tiny hole back there. not intruding, just pressing against it. you came immediately.

your body shook as you orgasmed, and he licked you through it. you weren’t even sure if he knew you were cumming. eventually, you became too sensitive and had to lift yourself off, rolling to the side, your chest heaving.

“did you…?” he asked.

“i did,” you said breathlessly, lying down beside him. his lips and chin were glistening from you.

“i did too,”

“what?” you look down to see streaks of white coating his abs, and his soft penis looking red and spent. he’d came while you weren’t even touching him.

you look back up at his face, and he looks away, embarrassed.

“i’m sorry,”

you chuckle and kiss his cheek,“don’t be sorry,”

“but i wanted to have sex with you,” he whined.

“we can try in the morning, yeah?”

he grumbled, and you couldn’t resist leaning in and peppering a few kisses across his face. he scrunched his nose at you, which made you laugh. turning his head to the side to stare at you, he cupped your cheek. the look in his eyes was so tender you felt your heart melting.

“i love you,”

it felt right this time.

“i love you too,”

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[bugfromhell]

umm,, hi :3

my name is Carrie, but i love nicknames! princess, larva, little bug, little flower, or any others you can think of! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) i use any pronouns, but i think i prefer she and it when little. though i dont really mind i think!

um this blog is made to reblog things or post when im tiny, but you might see some posts from my caregiver as well. or um. one of my caregivers? i think. i dont know..

heres a picrew of me!!

umm what else? i like flowers, and plushies, and sweets, and reading, and the beach, and the colour pink!! i also really really love bugs but i know lots of people think theyre gross so well try to tag them if we post something with bugs

oh and also we dont mind if anyone here is kinky or proship or dualcom or whatever, everyone is welcome here so long as you arent mean to others :3 please keep interactions sfw here though please

and thats all for me have fun ily 🩷

hey hi. caregiver headmate here with a couple warnings and stuff.

you can call me Angel or Guard. I also use any pronouns tho I do have a preference for hy/hymn (also if you ask about the rest of my neos I'm giving you a little kis /j). posts by me will be either signed off as -🪽, tagged as #🪽 or both.

about ages. hm. bodily we're 20, tho I am. Real fucking old and this kid doesn't really have a concrete regression age but I'd say about. 5-10? ish? more 10 than 5? tho she does sound very young. the age she thinks as and the age it acts as are a bit different. it's complicated sorry.

here's me in the same picrew the little one used (sort of. missing the wings :( )

now. as the princess said, there will be quite a lot of bug-related content here, all tagged as #cw bugs. I will advise you to keep an eye on this post as we don't really have a tagging system yet, but we'll try to arrange one soon.

another warning I wanted to give you all is. well. this kid's been through a lot. so there's many things that might be upsetting for them, don't take it personal if she seems sad or scared all of a sudden. both her and I know it's not your fault. just. idk try to go easy on her? and understand that certain things being triggering for him isn't your fault, it's just a thing that happens, and she'll be ok with some reassurance and cuddles.

also dni anyone who is anti-ageplay, anti dualcom, or kink-negative in any way whatsoever. and I don't mean it not being your thing, I mean hating on people who are into that stuff. aside from that yk, the basics. I'll just block whoever I don't want here, cba to argue.

anyways we'll probably edit this like a billion times cause we suck at pinned posts. have fun!!

[carrotpiss]

Time 2 use tumglr as a diary moment lfg read more bc I cba with doing it in the tags today. Nothing interesting just life stuff

Had a lovely gay weekend and ahhh I'm gay. Very. Also kind of an interesting temperature/vibe check. Basically spent entirety of it with El which is very poggers 👍 Friday night at mine and then the rest near/at Els.

Friday- not much to note just gay

Saturday - left early to go to LP cafe. No Paul once again, unfortunate. I think my chai latte was all milk no chai, still nice enough tho I like cinnamon and fluffy milk lmao. Bought records (milk teeth s/t, eat me melon enema) but predictably I've left them at Els. Went to pub for late lunch/dinner and to see Els dad DJ.

Very year six disco but the pub was nice enough (unnecessarily gendered single stall toilets but whatever, they were clean at least). Chatted ridiculous amounts of shit but for once got El to chat a bunch. Lots of dorky teen El photos and information, lots of Metallica gay theorising.

Never know how to interact with Els family and family friends. All very awkward but nice. Getting introduced as Els boyfriend was very nice. Learnt a lot about the family label, and history- interesting and also a tale as old as time haha. Met Els brother for the first time, all very awkward but he is nice. Stayed up late and watched a couple of stupid movies with El. I had a bit of a dysphoria wobble but el was super nice about it

Sunday- gay morning hell yeah. Got breakfast at a cafe and chatted more stupid shit with El. Got back and essentially watched stupid movies all day with Els family which was nice but also awkward.

I get a bit nervous being gay in small spaces with others but El and their family are all like. So close and don't seem to give a shit about anything, and also like they could leave they just wouldn't lmao rip. Stupid movies were mostly entertaining. El made some really really good dinner. Accidentally left a bit suddenly bc I didn't realise the Uber was so close. Felt so sad entire journey home.

--

Was nice to spend an extended period of time with el for once.

Pros: gay, good chats, good food, mostly good movies, cuddles.

Cons: we have some very similar flaws which could become a problem one day (but at the same time thinking long term like that is difficult/anxiety inducing and I am just going to avoid continue to avoid thinking about long term), I don't love Els family house (you have to walk through their brother's room to get in/out of Els room which is hell on so many levels amongst other things), Paul is a coward and me and El are going to have to go to drastic measures to harass him (we are going to have to attend his DJ night)

[cobaltfluff]

daily lives of high school boys skaters dumbasses

[luststricken]

credit to ryanhawleyfans on insta, never seen this photo before!

[vampsickle]

a few more minutes. ☆ (dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, honestly kind of soft, college au dante (more of a modern verse.. where he has a phone etc.), 3dante ftw, he's probably in love with you lol, unprotected sex, mild dirty talk?, oral (f! receiving), petnames: baby, babe, pretty girl, pretty, 18+!!

☆ wc - 4.1k

☆ a/n - this is so .. self indulgent i’m sorry lol. 3dante has a vice grip on me and he isn’t letting go, so! i’ve been wanting to write something for him for a while now so lol ^_^ sorry for using “so good” a lot. get over it i-. also didn’t proofread bc i cba to do it

☆ synopsis - your professor assigns you and dante to a project and when he invites you to his house, you both end up doing more than just working.

When your professor had assigned you and Dante together for a project, your head began to spin, and you convinced yourself that you’d get an F, no matter what. You’ve seen him before, usually dressed in red, snow white hair constantly covering half his face, and baby blue eyes that seemed to always catch your attention whenever you happened to spare him a glance. He sits in the back, away from other people, legs kicked up, always wearing those combat boots. You wondered if he even cared, or was even listening half the time. Tentatively making your way to Dante, you mentally tell yourself that you might be doing all the work, so prepare for that.

Approaching him, you shyly look towards him, his eyes already meeting yours. You think about how awkward you feel, suddenly embarrassed that he’s been staring at you for .. a few long seconds. 

“Hey, pretty girl. You’re my partner?” he finally breaks the silence, and his quick glance to your thighs does not go unnoticed. So, now you have an idea of the kind of guy he is. You nod and place your supplies down onto the desk. His eyes flit to them, then back to you, head cocking to the side as though he were a puppy dog.

“Yeah, listen, we can split the slides evenly. Uh— Or work together, if that’s better for you ..? I’m open to both options.” your voice is a bit quieter than usual, your heart quickens its pace, and you don’t exactly understand why it’s doing that. Dante huffs— throwing his head back dramatically before taking his feet off the desk and planting them onto the ground. He thinks for a moment, cheek resting on his fist, eyes shut.

“Mm, how ‘bout you come to my place? I don’t like working alone. ‘sides, I wasn’t listening.” he says it all so cooly, eyes fluttering open again to look up at you, and the doe eyes he gives makes you clench your fists in annoyance, but your heart swell. A soft sigh leaves your lips, but you nod in agreement, pulling out your phone.

“You can put your number in my phone, and then we can meet when you’re free?”

“Well, I can’t deny a pretty girl my number, that’d just be cruel, huh?” Dante’s tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, typing his number down on your phone, his lips curving upward into a small smirk.

“I should get going now, babe. But don’t keep me waiting, yeah?” he stands up and you noticed that he doesn’t even have a bag with him. Your cheeks still flushed at the pet names, but you shake the feeling off, huffing in disappointment that your partner will probably hand all the work to you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you head for the exit, thinking about what you’ll say to him.

———

Your clock reads 7:34 in a deep red color, finger tapping against the table you sat at, the glow of your laptop screen making you squint. He’s waited long enough, you think to yourself, and you grab your phone to text Dante. But when staring down at the blank message, you feel nervous, and you put the phone facedown. For the past few hours, you have done nothing but think of him, of Dante. He’s pretentious, annoying, and never does anything. At least— That’s what Lady told you. You trust her and yet you can’t seem to get away from these thoughts.

Finally you build up the courage to message him, just being yourself, and you tap away on the keyboard. You state who you are (just in case he’s given his number to other people), and ask him when you two should meet up. Immediately you see the speech bubble pop up and your stomach ties itself into one big knot. You can’t help but feel giddy, like a child receiving ice cream, like a dog seeing their owner, like— But your thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of your phone: it’s Dante. His response is simple, and it reads— Come to my place at 9.

In that same text he’s sent his address to you and you have to wipe your eyes to make sure you weren’t seeing things. But Lady’s words are still stuck on you, and you hesitate, wondering if this is the right thing to do. Wait- This is just an assignment and he’s just your partner. It’s all temporary! You attempt to console yourself and before you know it you’re rushing to your bedroom to get ready.

The time on your phone reads: 8:54. You’ve decided to go casual, with a red long-sleeve that hugs your top half quite nicely. For bottoms you have on a simple pair of jeans. It’s just going over the assignment and taking notes. It isn’t anything more than that. You repeat to yourself over and over, but your cheeks flush, a rosy color blossoming. Why are you getting so worked up, anyway?

It’s 9:16 when you arrive at Dante’s and you lug your book bag out from your car. The breeze sends a chill down your spine, cool air tangling itself in your hair, but you take a deep breath in and walk to his door. Knocking twice, it doesn’t take long til you hear someone walking towards the door.

His place isn’t anything very impressive, it’s a small duplex, and you’re curious as to how he makes enough money to afford a place like this. The warmth from inside calms your shivering, the gentle glow of the yelling light illuminating your features. There Dante stands, a towel draped over his shoulders, small beads of water dripping from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders. Besides his lack of shirt, he’s wearing sweatpants that are riding dangerously low on his hips, and you can barely see the small white hairs that trail down underneath his waistband. Once you’ve pulled your eyes away from his— lean yet muscular build, you meet his eyes, looking more green in the yellow light than blue.

Dante has that same crooked smile, leaning against the doorway, very obviously scanning your outfit.

“Hey, babe. You look really good.” the heat rises to your cheeks from his words, but you hope that he thinks it’s just from the cold.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Dante.. Um, can I come in?”

He perks up, suddenly realizing that it is cold as hell, and he opens the door wider so you can step inside. The door is heavy and you flinch when it slams shut. When looking around the interior of his home, you wouldn’t say that it’s very clean, but it’s not dirty either. A crimson red jacket is thrown over an old chair, some more clothes tossed into a pile, and then there’s even a drum set. Does he play drums? Maybe you’d ask him later. Dante strode over to the table you assume you’ll both be sitting at, pulling out a chair for you. He bows a bit and in a ‘fancy’ voice he says, “M’lady?”

You can’t help the soft giggle that bubbles up in your throat and you take a seat in the chair he’s so kindly offering. Dante flops down into the seat next to you, throwing his legs up onto the table, leaning back and waiting for you.

“So, what are we doing? Gotta bring me up to speed, pretty girl.”

That’s right, you think, He doesn’t pay attention. You’re thinking on where to start, pulling out past notes, as well as pulling out your laptop to show the basic presentation you’ve created so far. Dante’s eyebrows raise at all the materials you brought over, huffing softly, head tilting back so he’s now staring at the ceiling.

“You know, if you just listened now, we could get this done faster.” your voice brings Dante back from his thoughts, humming softly, craning his head to the side to look at you. Now you’ve completely forgotten about his pretty face, more focused on the work that you’re both doing, or— the work that you’re doing. You can faintly hear music playing from a radio, probably somewhere in his bedroom or bathroom.

It’s been an hour now, yet you feel helpless, like you’ve gotten nothing done. All your words have gone through one of Dante’s ears and out the other. This is hopeless, you should go home, and start working on it alone.

“Hey, why don’t we take a break, babe? You’ve already been working so hard.” Dante’s voice interrupts your thoughts and suddenly you feel his hand squeezing your thigh, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Uh— Sure. Sure,” you nervously stammer out, staring down at your notes, his hand moving up your thigh. He’s so warm, warmer than any other person you’ve been close to. Looking to the side, he’s so close, clearly he’s leaned down to be at your level. But before you can even say anything, to try and divert his attention back onto the assignment, his lips are pressed against yours.

A small noise of surprises passes through your lips and Dante smiles against you, head tilted just to deepen the kiss. You haven’t had much experience— barely being able to keep up with his mouth. Your hands are confused, not knowing where to rest, but you hesitantly rest them both on his bare chest. Now you’re out of breath, breaking the kiss, but Dante follows, nibbling your lower lip. He’s so pretty, his lips are softer than you imagined, and Dante rests his forehead against yours.

“We— We should-“

“I thought you said this was our break.. Come on, just a few more minutes?”

It’s hard to say no when he’s giving you those puppy eyes and his hand is moving up to rest on your back.

“Just.. Just a few more minutes.”

It’s all the confirmation that he needs, eagerly returning his lips to yours, pulling you even closer.

You don’t know how it even came to this, it’s been well over ‘a few minutes’, your lips kissed swollen, and now the two of you are on the couch, with you resting in his lap, Dante’s teeth grazing over the tender part of your neck. His tongue darts out to lick the spot he’s going to mark, lips attaching themselves and sucking a hickey, a soft whine leaving your lips.

“Dante—”

“Just a few more minutes, baby.. Promise,” he mumbles against your neck, he has you trapped in his embrace, right where he wants you.

Maybe you never noticed, but he always had his eye on you, thinking about how pretty you are, how all your outfits seemed to be so carefully planned. You both have talked a few times through Lady and he loved the way you sounded, how you had to look up to meet his gaze because he towered over you.

This is exactly what he wanted— You whining because of him, squirming and softly calling his name. But it was all luck, he was just lucky that your professor happened to pair the both of you up.

Your fingers card through his hair, so soft, and he sighs blissfully. His hands are feeling you up, sliding under your shirt, the red shirt you put on while thinking of him. Dante’s feeling your skin, how soft it is, squeezing your sides so gently. Lips drag from your neck down to your collarbone, licking and sucking, then peppering kisses where he left his marks.

“So pretty, baby,”

He kisses lower, just until the fabric of your shirt has stopped him, and his eyes flit up to yours, his fingers tugging at the end of your shirt. He’s silently asking you ‘please?’ Of course, you can’t deny him, so you move back to pull your shirt off over your head. Dante’s teeth dig into his lower lip, looking at your bra, then back to you.

“C’mon, baby.. Want it so bad,”

You feel if you get any hotter, you may just pass out, so you unclasp your bra for him, shyly pulling it off. He mutters praise to you, his lips latching onto your right bud, and he uses his other hand to cup and massage the other breast. Your hand meets his head again, trying not to pull the white strands, instead pushing him closer. In return he whines so sweetly against your chest, sucking, and catches your nipple in between his teeth. That pulls a gasp out of you, tugging gently at his hair, and he pulls off of your breast with a small ‘pop’.

The noise makes you smile a bit and Dante returns your smile, kissing you again— this time more roughly, squeezing and fondling your breasts. Your eyebrows pinch together, sighing softly into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, asking you to open up more. You do, you do, just for him. Dante’s tongue invades your mouth, feeling yours, sucking on it. You can’t help the whimper that slips out, and dante swallows it, pulling away just to flash a smirk at you.

Just from all this… ‘heavy petting’, Dante’s cock strains against the fabric of his boxers, and you can feel how wet you are. This break has turned into something else entirely, you can’t even remember what you were working on, and you notice Dante moving lower, leaving hot kisses that feel like fire on your abdomen. Now your back is resting against the arms of the couch, and Dante sits above you, while you instinctively open your legs for him.

“Can I pull ‘em off you, pretty girl?”

You nod, giving him a soft “uh-huh”, and Dante grins, hastily pulling your pants off. He carelessly tosses them onto the floor and his attention is back on you, on the wet heat between your legs. He runs his index finger up your clothed heat, moaning quietly at the feeling of your wetness, and he’s so impatient. He wants your panties gone. So you reach down to slowly pull them off, lifting up your legs, and Dante keeps his eyes on you the entire time.

What he’s feeling could be akin to hunger and his dark gaze suddenly has you feeling shy— your legs closing. He grips your thighs, moving himself so he’s leaning over you, and he kisses you again. But this kiss is softer, showing you that you’re okay, he won’t be rough. Truly, you can’t get enough of his kisses, he tastes like strawberries, and smells like vanilla. He’s invading all of your senses.

“So pretty.. Pretty girl,” he mumbles lowly against your lips and you whine against his mouth in response.

“Can I eat you out, baby? Please? I need it so bad, need you so bad,” he sounds shy suddenly, pleading— begging for you. It almost flatters you.

“Dante..” you say his name breathily, it’s all too hot, your body is too hot. It needs to cool off, you need him to cool off. He needs you, as well.

So you spread your legs open again, revealing all of you to him, and he’s moving again so he can settle down comfortably between your legs. He’s kissing your calves, then your knees, and then your inner thighs, biting and suckling. He’s worshipping your body, making sure no place is left without a kiss or mark, and he’s facing your pussy.

“God— Look at you, baby. Look how wet you are,” his index finger runs up your slit, the same action as before when you were clothed, gathering the wetness on his finger. But he won’t put his mouth on you yet, it’s driving you crazy, and you shift yourself.

Dante grips the fat of your hips, peppering kisses along your inner thighs again, looking towards you.

“Come on, tell me you want me to do this, please baby,” Dante almost whines, rubbing his clothed erection against the couch, looking to you for permission. It’s hard to even form a sentence, let alone words. But he wants you to give him permission, he wants to work for it. And he’s worked enough, you think.

“Dante.. Please, please— just, eat me out, already,” your voice quiets mid-sentence, too embarrassed, your words feel vulgar. Dante doesn’t hesitate in attaching his mouth to you, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you, the vibrations making you shiver and moan out.

He presses sloppy kisses, like he’s making out with it, your desperate whines simply spurring him on. Dante dives in now, licking and sucking, holding your thighs with a bruising grip so you don’t move away from him. It’s almost like he’s drinking you, he’s dehydrated and you’re the water he so desperately needs. It’s messy, the noises obscene, and you can’t get enough of it. Dante’s prideful at the fact that he’s making you moan like this, making you squirm and cry for him. You pull and tug on his hair, your hips bucking up into his mouth, and he greedily drinks all of you.

You mewl and moan louder than you’d want to, but Dante loves the sounds you make, almost like music to his ears. He doesn’t stop, he won’t let up for even a second, which drags you closer and closer to the edge. Dante then sucks on your clit and you gasp, your hips pushing against him, his nose bumping against you. He moans again, he wants to be even closer, impossibly close. He wants to live right in between your thighs. Now he moves faster, sucking harder, licking and lapping up everything you’re offering him.

A cry passes through your lips, you want to move away but get closer, you want everything he has to give. There’s a coil in your stomach, your whines and moans now higher-pitched, and Dante won’t stop until you’ve come all over his tongue.

“Yes— Dante, please, I-“ your sentence is cut short when a sharp cry is forced out and you’ve cum hard on his tongue. You’re seeing stars, you’ve never felt so good, no one has made you feel this way.

Dante licks up your juices— he doesn’t stop til you push his head away, and he whines quietly in protest, but he lets up, sitting up and breathing heavy. You blush at the sight of him, his chin is— well, glistening, eyes clouded over with lust, white hair messy from when you were pulling.

“You tasted so good, baby,” he coos and crawls closer, pressing his forehead to yours, kissing you again, and again.

The taste of yourself on his mouth isn’t an unwelcome taste by any means, but it definitely is new, and your stomach flutters. Now you’re becoming aroused again, you need something more from him, and Dante knows exactly what you need.

He reluctantly pulls back from your lips, shoving his sweats down and kicking them off hastily. He’s excited and you notice the slight wet spot on his boxers from where he’s leaked so much precum. But now you’ve noticed something else, just by seeing the outline of his cock, you know he’s big. Bigger than any toy you’ve bought or any other dick you’ve seen.

“You like?” is all he says, a smug smile on his face, and you turn your head away— not wanting to give him the response he’s expecting.

After a bit more shuffling around he’s pulled down his boxers, cock springing out and slapping against his stomach which makes him groan in relief. Dante huffs softly, searching for a condom but unfortunately not finding one. He doesn’t want this night to end, not when you’re both in this state, and Dante looks towards you, your pretty doe eyes and plump lips making his cock twitch.

“It’s fine— I’m, um, on the pill.” you admit bashfully, looking up at him with want in your eyes, and he sighs, he’s thankful. Dante mumbles a soft ‘thank god’ which makes you laugh quietly, and he smiles at your reaction.

He gets back onto the couch, and your legs are opened for him, his mouth nearly watering at the sight. Dante pumps himself up and down a few times, soft moans slipping past his lips, and you watch in awe.

“Yeah? You like watching me? Damn—“ he tilts his head back and moves his hand faster before pulling away, chewing on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Now he can’t wait anymore, he’s been so patient, so good, so it’s only fair that you’d let him in.

Settling himself in-between your legs, he rubs his cock against your folds, groaning at the sensation. You whimper, trying to move your hips with him, and he angles himself at your entrance.

“Still want this, babe?” it’s honestly a rhetorical question, you both want this, and you moan to him in response.

He plants both of his hands into the cushion, slowly pushing himself in, and you’re so tight. Halfway in he stops to take a moment, it feels like he’s taking an eternity, and you whine and plead for him to hurry up.

Eventually he bottoms out, fully sheathed inside you, and the both of you moan in relief. Dante practically falls forward, his hair brushing against your forehead, and he plants quick, wet kisses to your mouth and cheek.

“God, so tight, baby— So good,” he babbles off, pushing himself back up to grip your hips, pulling out and pushing himself back in slowly. He repeats this motion a few times before setting a decent pace. Dante’s not shy about hiding his moans or any noises he makes, in fact, he wants you to know how good you’re making him feel. He notices the bulge in your tummy when he pulls out and pushes back in, which gets him excited, and you can feel him twitch inside you.

“Wanted t’ do this for so long, baby, you’re so pretty, so— fuck,” Dante hardly ever cusses, but he can’t help himself, his pace increasing in speed, the sound of his hips meeting yours making the tip of your ears blush. Your legs wrap around his waist as you moan and mewl for more, for him to go faster. He can’t deny you, so he goes faster, he’s reaching so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Ah— yeah, so good, baby, so so good-“ He moans out, constantly repeating how good you’re making him feel, and he rolls his hips, wanting to be even deeper inside you. Dante leans over you, angling himself so he can hit that special spot inside you, and you gasp and cry out, leaving red marks on his back and on his biceps.

Baby blue eyes are looking into yours, eyebrows furrowed, trying so badly to concentrate on not blowing his load right then and there. Dante wants to cum with you, cum in you, just thinking about it makes his eyes squeeze shut and he groans.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down, to kiss him, and he forces his tongue into your mouth. The noises you both are making are wet, pornographic, and just dirty. The sound of skin meeting skin, slapping against you over and over, and Dante’s moans and whines in your mouth sends you over the edge.

“Dante, I’m so— So close, please,” you cry against his lips, so he makes sure to hit your g-spot repeatedly, which makes you sob.

“Yeah? You’re close? Me— Me too, baby, wanna cum inside you, fill you up,” he swiftly moves his hand down to your clit, rubbing quick circles, and your legs tighten around his waist as you bury your face into his neck.

You practically scream when you cum, but it’s muffled into his neck, and Dante’s thrusts are quick and messy, his moans becoming louder. You cry out his name over and over and Dante pulls you in for a harsh kiss as he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning into your mouth, thrusting just a few more times to get it all out.

The both of you pant against each other’s mouths and his arms are trembling somewhat from holding himself up, and he doesn’t want to pull out yet. It feels like forever when he finally pulls out of you, your cum and his leaking out of your pussy, and you whine at the loss of him. Dante shushes you softly, kissing you again, he’s so tender now, so sweet.

“Mm, my pretty girl..” he mutters sleepily against your mouth, carefully pulling himself up and off of you, leaning over to grab his boxers. Even when your muscles already ache, your eyes want to so badly close so you can sleep, you can’t help but look at his ass when he bends over.

Dante looks behind him and sways a little bit, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

“See something you like, baby?”

Your eyes widen somewhat and your hands move to quickly cover your embarrassed face. You hear Dante’s soft laugh, as he makes his way over to you, carefully picking you up.

“Let’s go t’ my bedroom, pretty. I’ll get you some water, okay?”

“Kay..”

You bury your face into his chest, embracing his warmth, not wanting him to let go of you. Maybe you can both work on the assignment tomorrow.

[fanficmemes]

Ah damn we low on fics for cas this week? *chugs vodka* alright ao3 tab I will regret opening here I come

So I was torn between submitting this fic or the omegaverse mind break robot fucking fic, but this one had better paragraph spacing and I guess slightly more cursed content? Also surprisingly enough I did not find this in the dd:dne tag, although really, that would apply. Also it's a sonic fic, probably not super cursed and definitely not the WORST sonic fic out there but I don't have the patience to scour ffn for the really fucked up stuff, so this will have to do. (And yes, I did willingly look at the dd:dne sonic fics, no I'm not okay and yes I'm surprised too that there was nothing there I thought worth submitting).

Anyways. So this fic is about sonic getting captured by the black arms (some alien hivemind race for those who don't know) and being used as their breeding bitch. He wakes up captive in some room where Doom (the leader of the alien race) explains that he is only alive because Shadow (who has Doom's DNA and is therefore his son) wants him to "be part of creation" and since he's the prince and heir to the whole hivemind, Doom let's him keep sonic. He also explains that they cannot experience sexual pleasure like sonic and Shadow can, so they're gonna experience that through the two of them via hivemind shit, and in return for letting Doom experience an orgasm, sonic will get to bear and give birth to the next generation of black arms. Truly the deal of the century

So shadow gets real close and is practically on top of sonic, with Doom in the room and restraining sonic with tentacles. Naturally sonic is protesting the whole time, saying he'd rather die than be involved in this "deranged alien incest" and begging shadow to come to his senses and let sonic go and help him fight back. Shadow refuses and calls Doom daddy, which is certainly a Thing to add on top of the rest of all the shit going on, and he presses their dicks together and starts to jerk them off because Doom isn't going to breed sonic until after he's experienced an orgasm

Eventually the tentacles realise they are here for more than just restrains and are, in fact, a kink in and of themselves, because they start to wrap around their combined hedgehog dicks and one of them splits in half and goes straight into sonic and Shadow's dicks, fucking them. Another tentacle removes Shadow's hand and encases both of their dicks within itself like a "gelatinous cage" and as they both fuck into this gelatinous cage I'm trying to decide if I'm more horrified by the content, the fact that it's hedgehog and alien porn, or by the way the author keeps saying rod and manhood instead of cock and dick (also I'm realising this all sounds like it's escalating incredibly quickly but the fic itself is actually quite well paced but it's 2am and there's a lot of talking that I cba to repeat so y'all get the speedrun edition)

This continues as Doom continues to take pleasure from the hivemind shenanigans, and he says that sonic will not be allowed to cum unless he asks for it. Out of his mind with pleasure bc by now he has gone through quite a lot of teasing, sonic asks Doom to let them cum, also calling him daddy, which I can't decide if that's better or worse than Shadow calling him daddy.

So at LAST Doom lets them cum, taking a moment to admire the sensation that he's never felt until now. He praises sonic for doing so well, says shadow made a good choice for their new host, an announces that they will now begin "fornicating"

Exhausted from being teased and fucked, sonic is lifted against Doom's chest and doesn't quite realize what's happening until a new tentacle, this one the size of a fist, starts to shove its way up his ass and into his intestines. Sonic begins to panic again and starts to struggle to get free, but since he's exhausted it does not work, and he just has to lie back against Doom and take it as an egg sack is shoved into his ass. The first one exhausts him so much from the pain that he can't even fight against the second one, which, in contrast to the first, starts to feel pleasurable.

While this is going on, Shadow is jerking himself off, beating his meat, if you will (hi, star wars poop anon!) and eventually cums to watching sonic get eggs shoved up his ass. Not that sonic notices since he's so out of it. Shadow then crawls into Sonic's lap and cuddles with him to try and soothe him. Exhausted, in pain, and with some amount of pleasure, sonic submits to Shadow's affectionate petting and relaxes into an uneasy rest as his body finally starts to accept the eggs. When he wakes up he lets shadow fuss over him until the birth. The fic ends on sonic saying he blames the effect of the hivemind and the eggs in him for willingly being their surrogate again and again because it's the only thing that keeps him sane. And then it's over, all 4k words of fucked up hedgehog alien incest smut

So, yeah. There's like two or three fics like this (sonic getting captured and bred by the black arms) but this was the first one I found and was the most memorable. Like I said, there's probably way worse sonic fics out there, so this isn't THAT cursed by comparison, but I'm too lazy to go look for them, cause god knows finding fucked up fics on ffn is only easy if you're NOT looking for them

Please appreciate my sacrifice, because hedgehog porn is something I never wanted to read, but hey, anything to keep the fanfic memes community entertained. Happy cas!

I can’t believe I made it through this whole ask without dying of radiation poisoning anyways 7.5/10

[28whitepeonies]

Hey love your blog and reading your thoughts on stuff

Just re read your pinned ask about your thoughts on hl, and was wondering if you’d share any of your wee headcanons about them?

Hehe I’m just curious and I really like and agree with the way you think of them/their relationship (whatever that does/has looked like)

Hi friend

I accidentally posted a half drafted version of this and had to delete it so soz if you saw that! I had to send it to myself on anon again and that took me a hot minute to work out how to do 💀

I have all sorts that are varying levels of daft that come and go but here are the first three that came to mind

Headcanon one: the obvious one is that their relationship is not this weird perfect soulmate ‘only person I’ll ever love/shag/breathe on’ thing that most of fandom are committed to it being. I think their songs are angsty enough for me to buy that there’s some struggle in there too (also side eyeing jens tags about how they both fcuk)

Headcanon two: I reckon Harry can be a proper huffy pants, and feel quite vindicated in this belief by WAOYF. I like to think of them as having the same weird domestic arguments the rest of us do sometimes that results in some sulking.

Headcanon three: I’m heavily, heavily invested in the ‘curly haired cunt’ story being true. Like even if it isn’t true, it’s true, if you know what I mean.

Bonus: This one isn’t really relationship specific but you can have it for free because I don’t think I’ve ever shared it here as far as stories I’m telling go! (I mean I’m only really telling it to myself and my friend who listens to my nonsense and enjoys it) A few months ago I was super high and binge watching Friends with my dog when I had the kind of epiphany you only get when you’re off your tits that maybe the Kiwi music video is somewhat inspired by ‘The One with the Baby on the Bus’. Until something else strikes me as more compelling I’m silly enough to let this reign on!

I don’t share this shit very often because I cba when folks take it too seriously so please don’t @ me about it okay it’s not that serious x

[nepenthendline]

Aone developing a crush on Hinata’s older sister (part 2)

watch me make a series out of this

so many of you guys wanted a part two of these headcanons where Aone starts crushing on Hinata’s sister so I shall deliver! This is more where you start crushing on Aone too. This is so long omg 💞💞

OK so I accidentally posted this so I guess you guys can have it now lol I cba to take it down and re post it another day

The two of spoke together occasionally for the rest of Date Tech’s time at Karasuno; small exchanges like “are you enjoying the food?” and “who do you think is the best player at Karasuno?”. You learned that he didn’t speak much, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t expressive. He would nod with vigor at things that excited him, his face would scrunch up in deep thought at your questions almost as if he were in pain or how his eyebrows would raise as his eyes opened wider when Hinata talked about various other intimidating players. It was interesting to see the contrast between someone as loud and bubbly as your brother, to someone so quiet and intimidating - although he wasn’t as intimidating as he looked. 

Their coach called all the Date Tech students to get ready to leave, starting an onslaught of whines and goodbyes from both teams. Aone approached you after saying goodbye to Hinata, 

“Have a safe journey back Aone, hopefully you guys will come back again soon,” you smiled up at him with a parting wave.

“It’s been a pleasure to be here, goodbye Y/N,” his deep voice rumbled in his chest as he bowed towards you, before speeding off towards the team bus.

A couple of weeks later you were out travelling to a cafe in a town nearby, apparently they had the cutest animal theme that you had been seeing all over the internet. The original plan was to go with your brother, but he decided to ditch you last minute to practice extra spikes with Kageyama, and your little sister, Natsu, was out with your mother for the day. You didn’t want to miss out though, so you went alone.

The train station was busy for a sunday, but the weather was a perfect temperature so you imagined everyone was out to enjoy the sun. The train pulled up and you hopped in, looking around for a seat. Your carriage was packed with people, particularly little children, so you walked into the next connecting carriage in the hopes of finding at least some space to stand. You saw a large group of girls around your age standing near to the carriage entrance which didn’t fill you with hope. ‘Just one seat, please just one seat’ you chanted in your head as if it would make a difference. To your surprise, there was actually 2 seats free further down the carriage, one either side of a man that occupied the middle seat with his head hung low.

You hastily sat down next to him at the train jolted and continued to its destination. You noticed some shifting next to you, as the man sitting down moved his legs away from you slightly. He seemed to be tucking himself in, as if to make him seem smaller, although even after the brief look at him, you could tell he was a larger than average man. Looking over you got to see a glimpse of the man’s face for the first time.

“...Aone?”

His face shot upwards, his eyes wide with surprise, he hadn’t noticed it was you. He gave you a hesitant nod before adjusting his eyes to look in front of him.

“um...how are you?” he seemed a little nervous so you did your best to break the ice a little. He took a few seconds to reply,

“I’m well, how are you?” 

“I’m good thank you! I’m glad I found a seat though, it’s way too hot to stand in a crowd of people today,” fanning yourself with your statement, you laughed, “I’m actually on my way to check out that new animal cafe that opened up, what are you doing out?” His eyes seemed to light up slightly when you mentioned the cafe,

“I was heading there as well.”

“Really? I was actually supposed to come with Shouyou today but he dumped me for volleyball,” you crossed your arms as you grumbled about your brother, Aone nodding along. “Well since Shou isn’t coming, maybe you can come with me instead?” you offered.

Aone’s cheeks turned pink, he had no idea what to do. You wanted to go to a cafe, with him? the first girl that ever sat next to him on a train wanted to go to a cafe with him, and she was a cute one at that. His brain was going a million miles an hour.

“Aone?” he snapped out of his glazed thoughts and gave a firm nod.

When the two of you reached the cafe, all that came out of your mouth was a mess of squeals and ‘aww’s as you scanned over the pastel interior. The cafe had some animals that guests could interact with, such as cats that roamed freely, as well as turtles towards the back in their terrariums and birds hung from the ceiling in large cages. You two were sat towards the back near the reptile section, however there were still a couple cats that perched in the area. As soon as Aone sat down, a pure white cat sitting opposite caught his attention. It seemed to give him a death stare, eyes fixated on him, its mouth turning up to show his sharp teeth and its back arched ready to fight or run. You noticed Aone’s attention was drawn to something and, by tense look on his face, you half expected there to be a criminal standing behind you. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of the white cat that held its staring competition. You looked back and forth between the two of them before you realised the issue. Giggling, you held your hand out to the cat, who gave it a couple sniffs before nuzzling its head into it.

“He’s just like you Aone,” his head tilted in confusion as you continued to chuckle, “he looks so mean and scary at first but he’s really just a cutie, plus the white hair” you picked up the cat and popped him in your lap, running your hands through his fur. Aone was shocked, did you just call him...cute? He has never, ever once been described as cute. He watched as you carefully handled the animal, ruffling its fur and giggling as it purred loudly at your touch. Aone wanted to touch the cat too, but he held back, partly because he was scared the cat was going to try and intimidate him again, but partly because he didn’t want to take his eyes of the sight in front of him. You looked adorable, no, beautiful with the afternoon sun shining behind you and the permanent smile etched on your face. The two of you locked eyes when you looked up, Aone instantly looking away in embarrassment of being caught.

You got up from your seat, holding the white cat in your arms and took a seat next to Aone on the beach he was using. Settling the cat back into your lap, you grabbed hold of Aone’s hand and held it up towards its nose.

“Let him sniff you and get used to you a little first, when he knows you’re not a danger he’ll let you stroke him too,” you instructed in a calm tone. Your fingers were so warm against the back of his hand, so soft compared to his from years the last few years of volleyball. He could feel his hand shaking slightly as the cat surveyed him, but his nervousness certainly wasn’t directed at the feline.

“It’s ok, he won’t hurt you, I think he’s starting to like you,” ah, so you had noticed his uneasiness. You, then, guided his hand over the cat’s back, holding it firmly while brushing both of your fingers through it’s fur. The cat purred even louder than before, rested its head on Aone’s lap and closed its eyes. You both continued to stroke the cat through its slumber and enjoyed the tranquility of the moment. With your hand still on his, you realised how much bigger his were than yours - your fingers barely expanded over the back of his hand. There were a couple bruises are callouses, you guessed from training, and subconsciously brushed your thumb across them. 

“Seems we make quite the good team.”

Tagging those who requested a part 2: @kara-grayson04 @youstydiaa @donica95 @unpostofelice @polarbearaone @galagcica @sunaswife

[clonecest-bin-account]

Hello! I love your stuff on AO3. My request is Keeli/Thire where Keeli survives his canon death and is recuperating from his injuries on limited duty (or something where he's still a little injured but well enough to not be in the hospital,) and Thire is on a diplomatic service escort mission with a Jedi who has some business with Keeli's now Jedi-less unit. If that's too specific you can ignore some of those things! I just thought it'd be interesting to see a new pair! Thank you CBA! <3

(Oooh such an interesting pairing! Ngl I love them now)

“Hey handsome, you come here often?”

Thire rolls his eyes at those words, and yet he can’t help but to also chuckle as he approaches Keeli’s cot.

“Depends on who’s asking,” he replies then, once he’s close enough, he rests one hand on Keeli’s shoulder. “How are you feeling today?”

“Better than yesterday,” Keeli replies. He knows that he’s been saying the same thing over and over, but it’s true!

“That’s good to hear,” Thire says, glad that his vod is recovering. “Now, are you ready for me to take you to your appointment?”

 Keeli is still having a hard time believing that this is his life now. Not that he’s complaining, but he wasn’t expecting to survive Ryloth; not only that, but he wasn’t expecting to survive, while his Jedi General didn’t.

Oh, the shame he still feels for Ima-Gun Di’s death. He shouldn’t have let that happen.

Even more surprising is that a Jedi himself is seeing to his recover, and not just one random one, but Master Yoda himself.

He came to him while he was resting in the infirmary, followed by Commander Thire and another couples of brothers, to inquire about his health, after which of course Keeli reassured him that he’ll be able to fight again in no time.

“Fighting? Ask you to fight I did not,” Yoda says then. “Recovery you must focus on first, mh, yes…”

Keeli knew he was supposed to say something, but he didn’t know what. He was too shocked to think.

“Heavy the losses on Ryloth have been, healing you need,” the Jedi Master told him as he approached him. “Here,” he says, and points to the body, “and here,” and then point to the head.

“I… Yes, Master Yoda, that’s true,” Keeli admitted in the end. It was true: nightmares of Ryloth, of his General, plagued him at night. Maybe some of the medics informed the Council about this? They must’ve seen the way he trashed and screamed when lights went out. “Will I be assigned to a new General?” he couldn’t help but to ask then.

“Not important that is now, mh… Recovery, your priority is,” the General replies, tone gentle, calming.

Keeli will never not be grateful for it.

 With the help of the medics and the Jedi healers, he’s making a lot of progress in a very short amount of time, which is wonderful; he would’ve gotten restless if he had to stay put for too long - he was bred for war, not staying still waiting for his body to heal.

Since Master Yoda is remaining in the facility to oversee his recovery, Keeli has found himself interacting more and more with Commander Thire - or just Thire, since according to him there’s no need for such formalities between brothers - who is staying with the General. Not that someone that powerful really needs a guard, but heh, one can never been too sure.

Still, Keeli is grateful for the opportunity of being able to spend some time in the company of his vode, and besides, Thire is delightful, a bit stiff at first, but he warmed up pretty quickly; it was very endearing to see.

 Keeli groans for the effort as he pushes himself up from the bed; thankfully Thire is there to stabilize him, or else he might’ve had fallen.

“Easy,” he chastises him, to which Keeli huffs.

“That’s easy for you to say,” he retorts. Thire sighs.

“I’m saying it because I know how it feels,” he says then. He’s not mad, quite the contrary in fact: knowing well how it feels having to wait a long period of time in order to make a full recovery, he understands how frustrated Keeli must feel.

“You do?” Keeli asks, curious.

“We were on a mission on Rugosa to meet with king Katuunko,” Thire begins to explain. “Of course things went south and I broke my leg… It took me quite some time before I was fit to fight again.”

He exchanges a gaze with Keeli. Oh, he understands now.

“It wasn’t easy, I can tell you that,” Thire says then, squeezing his hands on Keeli’s shoulders. “But you’ve got to hold on, for the brothers who are missing you, and for yourself.”

 He’s right, of course, and Keeli can’t help but to feel stupid for his outburst. As if there aren’t vode who are in way worse conditions than him - hell, he could’ve been dead.

Thire’s gaze on him is understanding, so at least he doesn’t feel too judged for it.

“I’m sure you’ll make it, Keeli. You’re strong and determined,” he says, making Keeli lower his gaze. C’mon, he didn’t need the compliments now.

“That’s just because of your help,” he replies, then. Thire looks surprised by this admission, which prompts Keeli to continue: “I’m serious! You’ve been with me from the start. Every time I fell, you always helped me up. I really appreciate it.”

Now it’s Thire’s turn to look away.

“Ah… You flatter me,” he mutters. It’s endearing.

 There’s a weird atmosphere surrounding them.

They clearly want to say more, but what, exactly? Besides, they’re going to be late if they keep stalling like this.

“Come on, lean on me,” Thire mutters, and Keeli is more than happy to obey, since even though he’s able to walk better and better each day, he still relies on supporting himself on something, so why not use Thire? Especially considering that he offered…

Once he’s secure to Thire, the other speaks again.

“You ready?”

“Yeah… Yeah, let’s go.”

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hi idk if i can be arsed writing more rn but have some information for the record. theres nothing graphic and i cba beyond that re: tagging so be warned

ivir:

hes a featherless aka Kaiiva... a subspecies of harpies isolated by geography who worship living clay/Breathing Earth. he lives alone in tocka valleys forest away from the rest of Kaiivan society... japhet is related to him, making mima his Beloved Niece/Grandchild/Grandniece. and sort of livanne, in a nonbiological sense? mima just sort of includes livanne hahaha. is niece in law a thing??

he is lanky and Very Tall For A Harpy and actually a bit of a powerhouse until he gets joint problems lol.

he was the weird nonverbal autistic kid who was given the job of hauling corpses to their final resting spot among the breathing earth. he has a very unharpy-like social repulsion and mostly just... talks to the corpses... as a result he is actually maliciously accused of being a necrophile by quite a few people. others think this is all just evidence of him being really perfect for the job and a sort of proxy for ancestral spirits.

over time, the breathing earth recognized the hand that fed it and formed a special bond with ivir.

eventually after mima mass feeds the breathing earth (although ive considered moving this to an earlier time?) ivir gets an injury and starts growing clay in his flesh. his psychic bond with the breathing earth is solidified now; he can sense life as acutely as they can. he is now an extension of them.

he ends up growing to be old as fuck! but by then he is full of dirt and digested identity soup and its a miracle slash torture that he still breathes.

ym:

ill be honest, she started as an author self insert and then got out of hand as a metaphor for my mental illness and the concept of saviour complex shit. she makes little sense so i cant tell you the backstory.

the premise is that she bleeds ichor and is thus "functionally immortal". she also suffers from eternal youth, because she just simply stopped growing the moment she grew in her adolescent feathers. she regularly takes advantage of this to garner pity and views herself as a martyr god.

to me she is the manifestation of a desire to have a narrative, a purpose, a sense of permanence, and finding it in helping others (or the illusion of this).

IN FACT she is so obsessed with playing saviour, she lets mima FEED her to ivir :')

she met ivir, mima, and livanne when she was pretty young... for a being like her. im talking under a century, not under a decade. either way, shes running from something, and finds them instead. tocka, in all its horrors and depression, becomes her home, and she becomes obsessed with trying to save certain people from it.

she is a weirdo with sucky boundaries with excellent intent lollll. cant even accuse her of being a cult leader because that would imply shes good at it

[nineteenninety-six]

Cheater Cheater

So, @stassiebabyy​ asked for angst but this was pretty much the best I could do BUT I was thinking about writing a 2nd part where she goes to London and meets Alfie and gets married and stuff and then she meets Tommy again with Alfie. Opinions?

This thing is only appearing in one tag and I really cba to continue on deleting and reposting but we’ll see in the morning 

Also thanks for 400 followers and I also reached 400 notes on my first imagine I posted on here so thank you soooo much <3

This is probably the only imagine I’m posting this week since I’m filming for the rest of the week so I’ll be too tired to do anything but requests are still open so request away :)

WORD COUNT: 1113

[PART TWO]

Something was wrong but (Y/N) couldn’t put her finger on it. Tommy was acting odd but she didn’t know what was considered normal for him after he returned from the war but even so she knew the way that Tommy was acting recently was off even for him. She knew he was still struggling to adapt after the war and with the introduction of Campbell in their lives, he became even more stressed out and short-tempered but to her, it seemed like Tommy was hiding something from her.

He barely interacted with her, no kisses hello or goodbye and they haven’t even slept in the same bed in a couple of weeks. Tommy rarely slept but he once told her that he found peace when he laid next to her whilst she slept but he hadn’t even been doing that. Plus the odd disappearing acts, (Y/N) didn’t know what to make of it.

The first thought that came to her was that he was cheating but she quickly dismissed that thought out of her mind, thinking he would never do that. He had told her of the number of times he had either saw or found out about his father cheating on his mouth and vowed he would never do the same to her.

They had started dating just before the war had started but they powered through the 4 years of hell and adjusted to the time after that but (Y/N) was determined to save their relationship, she was in love with Tommy and she didn’t want to leave him.

(Y/N) was on her way to Watery Lane to have lunch with Polly. The woman was like an aunt to her as well and she had been confessing her doubts to the woman who had reassured her.

(Y/N) stepped into the house before shrugging off her coat and taking a seat opposite the woman who had just placed a fresh hot cup of tea on the table for her, “Thanks, Pol. How you doing?”

“I’m fine, those blasted nephews of mine are giving me a headache but what else is new.” The older woman grouched causing (Y/N) to laugh.

“Nothing new then?” (Y/N) laughed causing Polly to smile.

“How’re your ribs doing?”

(Y/N) had been jumped a few weeks ago and was beaten pretty much black and blue, she thought she recognised a few of the attackers as members of the police force but she couldn’t be certain for sure. Tommy, Arthur and John had gone around causing havoc looking for the people who had done this but they couldn’t find them.

“They’re good now, it no longer hurts and the bruises are fading.” (Y/N) gently ran a hand over her side, remembering how she couldn’t breathe without pain and was on bedrest not so long ago.

(Y/N) spent the rest of the day with Polly, enjoying her time with the woman before she retreated to an empty home. Tommy hadn’t been home recently so (Y/N) was left alone.

A couple of months later, (Y/N) was back in the living room of the house in Watery Lane but this time she was with Ada and baby Karl. They had been in hiding since Freddie had gotten arrested but she and Polly had convinced her to come out to get some proper food.

(Y/N) was cooing over Karl who was in her arms and was chatting with Ada when Polly and Tommy suddenly stormed in, arguing in hushed voices before they stopped when they spotted her.

“You tell her Thomas or I will.” Polly threatened.

(Y/N) passed Ada her son and stood up, walking over to Polly and Tommy.

“What are you two talking about?”

“Thomas, tell her.” Polly bit out

“Polly stop.” Tommy growled

“What are you not telling me?” (Y/N) asked, frowning.

Tommy and Polly shared a look before Polly suddenly turned to her,

“Tommy cheated on you!”

(Y/N) gaped at her before turning to Tommy,

“W-what? Is that true?”

Tommy sighed and clenched his jaw before speaking,

“Yes.”

(Y/N) let out a cry, “With who?”

“Grace. The barmaid.”

“You bastard!” (Y/N) stormed over to him and slapped him across his face, “I’ve been sitting at home staying at home all night waiting for you to get home and you were just out there cheating on me with the fucking barmaid.”

Tommy took her hand into his and held on hard so that she couldn’t rip her hand away, “I’m sorry, it was a lapse in judgement and I’ll never do it again.”

“You’re sorry? Oh, I guess that makes everything better then! You’re ridiculous!”

“Please, (Y/N). We can forget about this and move away and move on.”

“Thomas, tell her everything.” Polly cut in, her eyes burning.

“What else have you done Tommy?”

Tommy paused and bit his lip and Polly took advantage it,

“Grace, the barmaid has been spying on Tommy and the business for Campbell and she told him that you had valuable documents so he sent the men that ambushed you.”

(Y/N) stared at Polly in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“(Y/N)..” Tommy reached over and tried to take her hand into his.

“Fuck off! I never want to see you again, you bastard!” (Y/N) pushed him away and he tried to reason with her, she slammed her fists against his chest several times.

“Thomas, leave. You’ve caused enough problems.” Ada spoke up then.

Tommy listened and left. (Y/N) collapsed to the floor as soon as the door closed, Polly instantly comforting her.

“Oh Polly, I can’t stay here anymore. I need to leave.” (Y/N) sobbed.

Polly looked pained but she nodded, “Of course. I’ll help you pack.”

Polly helped her up and led her home after a brief goodbye to Ada. After she packed up everything that was important to her, she and Polly walked to the station and she bought herself a ticket to London. Everything had changed only an hour ago and now she was leaving a place she called home to a new city and now she was on a train to somewhere new.

“Good luck darling. I’m sorry this happened to you.” Polly hugged her.

(Y/N) sniffled into her shoulder,

“I’ll miss you, Polly. Ada too.I’ll write to you when I settled.”

The train pulled into the platform causing them to pull apart. With one more hug and goodbye, (Y/N) stepped on to the train and found a seat, as the train slowly left the platform, (Y/N) and Polly exchanged waves.

[outerbankslut]

Sorry... Pope Heyward

Summary • After a fight between the Kooks and the Pogues you go to your friends to apologise but Pope’s not having it.

Warnings • Swearing? Maybe but I can’t remember and I cba to go back through. Mentions of violence (in the fight). If there’s anything else let me know :) JJ smoking as usual.

Word Count • 1.7k (Imagine)

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(GIF isn’t mine, let me know if it’s yours)

    THE NOISES OF the cars engine knocked you out of your daze as you drove down the paved, sweltering streets of outer banks. The houses you passed a second ago were filled with perfectly trimmed bushes, the building decked in marble and stone with backyards for miles and a pool to finish it off. Whereas the houses you passed now were smaller and wooden, looking fragile almost. Lots of the yards were messier and lazier but they didn't have personal gardeners or the time nor money to do it themselves generally. It made your heart clench as you thought about how just a mile back you were living luxuriously while people over here slaved away to earn everything they owned. They weren't handed it like you were.

You were on your way to the cut to see your friends. But not for a casual hangout. You needed to see if they were okay. After the events of the night before you couldn't be sure what happened after you left.

Rafe has been involved in a fight between all the Pogues including you. No surprise there. He’d been the instigator of it all. It had broken out just you were all planning to leave and then the Cameron boy and the rest of his country club friends came over and joined in somehow finding fun in hitting and punching people due to the entitlement blinding their eyes from the truth that they were the same. Well maybe not personality wise in any way at all. But you were all human beings and yet you were pitted against each other from the day you were born. Only some succumbed to the amounting pressure of their kook or pogue parents to stay away from the other side others realised how petty and stupid it was.

It was always like a scene from west side story when the two groups were mixed and it never ended well. It usually left you to pick up the pieces of their messes. Or any mess of your brothers really. It had always been you. You taking responsibility for anything he did. Whilst he would go disappear and sniff a few lines before making his triumphant return you would be mending what he broke or taking the blame. Being younger than him didn't help with him manipulating you as a child. Rafe broke a vase and suddenly you broke the vase. Rafe stole money from dad since he blew his allowance on coke and alcohol and instead you stole the money. It had always been that way and by now you were used to being left in the wake of your brothers tyranny.

You always felt responsible no matter what happened. The events of last night where stuck in your mind like super glue and the guilt was filling up your lungs. It wasn't your fault. But at the same time it was. You didn't stop your brother, you let your friends get hurt by him. And they must hate you. Probably wish you'd never been let into their group.

The tires of your car screeched to a halt beside the Twinkie which occupied the space outside of the chateau. It was eerily quiet until you stepped out onto the grassy and muddy ground and heard muffled laughter from inside the wooden walls of the small fish shack. You could smell the after effects of a joint wafting through the air. No doubt it was JJ.

Once you entered the chateau the small creak of the screen door was enough to gain the attention of all the Pogues who glanced up at your presence. Only then did you see what was leftover from the fight last night. Kie looked at you with a small smile but you could see the light grazing on her cheeks and her hands that held the wooden neck of a ukulele. But yet she still seemed happy to see you. And then JJ who sent you a lazy smile as he inhaled more of the joint between his bruised knuckled fingers and the smoke covered his purple and yellow and green painted face but only for a second. Then John B who held a beer in his hands but you could see the blood surrounding his split lip and small cut above his black eye.

None noticed your small frown or look of quilt swarming you except from Pope who stared intensely and lingered on the downturning of your lips as you turned and caught his gaze. You could see the small cut beneath his chin and no doubt just like the John B and JJ he accumulated bruises on his stomach or arms. But he was wearing his shirt buttoned up whereas JJ laid shirtless and John B stood with his shirt open.

It hurt you the most seeing Pope. The multiple bruises and cuts adorning his normally smooth and unharmed skin. They were because of you. When Pope moved in front of you stopping you from receiving the backhand Rafe sent your way as you berated him to stop. He was the reason you weren't hurt. And you were the reason he was hurt.

Pope looked at you oddly as you just stood there letting out a sigh.

"Y/N?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. When you didn't answer again he stood up and walked over to you where you stood with your hands threaded together and rubbing in anticipation. "What's wrong?"

"I-I wanted to apologise to you last night."

The rest of the Pogues had turned their attention to you, JJ even stopped smoking for a second to listen. Your eyes were down trained on the wooden flooring as you spoke. Popes furrowed brows deepened as he looked at you slightly bewildered that you thought you needed to apologise.

"I'm sorry he hurt you guys. It was all my fault and I should have stopped him but I didn't." You let out a dry chuckle. "All of you got hurt and yet I'm perfectly fine." You shook you head and sighed. "But I'm really sorry."

Despite the nice welcoming from your friends you still had the deep rooted fear they would hate you after last night but the looks on their faces held sadness or confusion rather than anger or disdain.

Pope had seen you do this before with the group. Whether it be a Pogue and Kook fight or just a small thing when he'd been around your house, like accepting responsibility when Rafe forgot to pick Wheezie up from her ballet class or the time when you'd apologised profusely for Rafes mistreatment of JJ at his job at the country club. But most of those times he'd believed it to be a small courtesy of just being related to the problem or saying it like when you say you're sorry for someone's loss but it wasn’t like that with you. At least not this time.

You were apprehensive to look up to meet his but when you did you saw the boy let out a small scoff and you were ready for him to yell at you to leave and never come back.

"God! Stop apologising for other people! You're not the shitty one!" The Heyward boy exclaimed blowing a fuse which surprised everyone when Pope was normally the calm and collected one. Not all the time. But most.

And he wasn’t angry towards you but toward Rafe and even the smallest notion that what he did laid on your shoulders. You simply blinked in his direction not sure what to say at his outburst.

"Pope—" You started saying before you were cut off by the boy throwing his hands in the air.

"No I can't take it any longer. I can't watch you blame yourself and apologise for the punches Rafe throws or the shitty things he does. He's a bad person and you are not him. I don't give a damn if he's your brother, okay? Y/N you've never done anything wrong in your life and yet you keep apologising for everything he does. It's not your fault. I'll tell you a million—scratch that a billion times if I have to."

And once again you blinked but this time blinking away the glossy liquid in your eyes hoping to clear your vision. It was a different feeling having someone tell you it wasn't your fault for once. Popes eyes stared passionately towards you as you held his stare. You felt comforted just the the deep ebony colours of his eyes that focused on you.

"I still left you guys though after. I didn't stay and help." You told them and Kiara stood quickly, abandoning the instrument on the couch and placing a hand on your arm. You felt yourself sniffling. Pope moved his hand as well but lightly placed it in your own moving his fingers over your palm in circles soothingly. Letting you know he was there. Pope and you had definitely always been the closest in the group. If you ever needed someone Pope was always there. Whether it was someone to cry on or rant to, he was always there. And he definitely cared a lot about you as you did him.

"Hey, Y/N. You still tried to help us. That’s what counts. And we get it was overwhelming. We don't have to deal with psycho brothers. No offence." Kie spoke softly and you chuckled lightly at her comment through small tears that you were quick to wipe away.

"Yeah, Rafe is his own person and technically an adult he can take responsibility for his own shit." JJ spoke as he stood from his space on the couch joined by John B behind him.

"I still don't understand how the two of you are even related."

You shrugged a small smile growing on your lips that Pope noticed. "Me and Sarah both wonder that. A lot."

They all let out small laughs before Pope pulled you in for a hug and you nestled your head into his shoulder at his warm and enticing hold. He smelt of musk with small hints of aftershave and salt water. But most of all he smelt of home. Somewhere that would always be inviting and your one true solace from the world.

Note • Got my writing mojo back, kinda. And I used a prompt for this which helped a lot as well maybe too much. But uh so funny story I said it could make a cute blurb and one thing leads to another and I’ve written 1.7k words oopsies. I rambled too much and it’s trash and it’s also 2am so forgive me. But I need help I write too much unnecessary details in my fics and it makes it so long and probably boring. Anyway it’s✨trash✨but I hope maybe you enjoyed.

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