#the continuation... much sillies. ty for your question!!

[divinit3a]

<- um previous anon again i forgot to add on in the art section. i was also wondering how you go about picking colors/coloring in general, and rendering. sorry omfg ,,, 😭 sorry for the bajillion questions as well

Ahh no worries! I always love to yap about art >:3c ty ty for enabling me

Picking Colors Lean in for a secret. C'mere, psst... Colors can be whatever you want them to be! The first step is nailing down the values. After that, I prefer to alter the colors as I go. Hue/saturation sliders are great for testing palettes!

Coloring in General While coloring, I try to keep in mind the "balance." Which color is most prominent? Which color should be used sparingly as an accent?

Beyond that, I like to stick to limited palettes. I find that "digital color mixing" helps unify a piece.

I tend to lean on complimentary and split color palettes. . . ^-^; Along with this, I use gradient maps and adjustment layers! At the end of a piece, its fun to go in and add blur, soften edges with vignettes, play with value levels, etc. To get everything looking juuuust right u_o 👍 <3

Rendering Digital painting & I have been long-standing enemies. I've found that I prefer to color over a sketch rather than line it! I think of it as 'carving out' a drawing.

I try my very best to stay zoomed out, especially for the first pass of rendering. It's easy to get locked in on overworking one area (usually, for me, that's faces) and then realize you still have to turn a blob shape into a hand...🙊 Whoops?

Thank you again for enabling my yaps! 💚💚💚

[zyhkoo]

☆ everything i know about love

dick grayson and jason todd x fem!reader (separate)

they drunkenly propose

a/n: i was inspired by this fic my friend showed me, i hope you guys like this one!

Jason todd

Jason never understood the fuss about marriage. Just a piece of jewelry and some vows, and you're suddenly yoked to someone for life. No thanks. He had more important things to worry about than tying the knot. Besides, he enjoyed his freedom far too much to be tied down like that.

Why commit to one person when the world is full of interesting people to meet and adventures to be had? Jason preferred to live life on his own terms, without the constraints of a ring on his finger.

His secret identity as Red Hood only added to the list of reasons why marriage didn't fit into Jason's plans. His life was dangerous and unpredictable, and he couldn't risk the safety of a loved one by involving them in his shadowy world. Plus, balancing a marriage and a secret life as a crime-fighter would be nearly impossible. It was better for everyone involved if Jason continued his nocturnal escapades alone.

Surprisingly enough, Jason found himself softening his stance while dating you. It wasn’t like he suddenly became a relationship enthusiast overnight, but he couldn’t deny the subtle change in his perspective.

Though marriage still seemed like a far-off possibility, Jason realized that a fulfilling relationship didn't necessarily require a ring. He was content with the way things were, cherishing the connection he had with you and the moments they shared. The idea of a wedding might still make him a bit nervous, but he knew what mattered most was the happiness you shared in the present.

As the buzz about your relationship grew, the questions about when you were getting married started to come up more frequently. Your friends would throw subtle hints during conversations, or nosy family members would outright ask, expecting a firm timeline. Jason felt the pressure, too. The constant reminders of marriage were like a nagging voice in the back of his mind, pushing him to make a decision he wasn’t ready for. The pressure was mounting, but Jason stubbornly held onto his reservations.

Then, it hit him. Wedding fever.

The last wedding the two of you attended was your best friend’s. You couldn't believe it when you accidentally caught the bouquet at your best friend's wedding. It was just a silly tradition, nothing more. At least, that's what you thought. Little did you know, the effect of the bouquet would hit someone unexpected: Jason.

Suddenly, the mere touch of that bouquet ignited a strange fervor within him. A fever for the idea of marriage, something he had vehemently opposed in the past. Jason watched as your friends and family playfully teased you about catching the bouquet, but his mind was elsewhere. He stood there, dumbfounded, as if the sight of you with that bouquet had somehow changed everything.

His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and newfound desire. How could a simple bouquet have such an impact on him? He was the guy who never wanted to get married, and now he was practically salivating at the thought. What was happening to him?

When he had too much to drink, you dragged him back to the hotel room.

You gently pulled Jason into the hotel room, his body leaning heavily against yours as the alcohol dulled his senses. You decided to undress him so he'd be more comfortable, unbuttoning his polo shirt while his breath tickled your neck. But as you reached the last button, Jason suddenly leaned forward and pressed a desperate, hungry kiss against your lips.

You were caught off guard by his sudden move, but you couldn't resist the passion behind the kiss. You returned his kiss, your lips responding tenderly and gently meeting him. As he pulled away, your heart skipped a beat as Jason looked into your eyes, his words slurred but his gaze steady. "Marry me," he said.

Here he was, the man who had once been so skeptical about marriage, proposing to you in the midst of a drunken stupor. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, you were absolutely baffled. You stammered, trying to find the right words to say. “What?” you muttered.

"I said, marry me," he repeated as he gripped your wrist. “M’ serious," he insisted, as if trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you.

You couldn't help but stand there with your mouth open, in disbelief at the words that were coming out of his mouth. This was the same man who had been adamantly against the idea of marriage just a few hours ago, and now he was drunkenly proposing to you! Jason's lips grazed against your fingers, his breath warm and words slurred but still filled with a sweet intensity. "Come on," he muttered, clinging to your hand. "Just say yes."

You could feel the nerves in your voice as you struggled to find the right words. "Wow, uh...I'd love to say yes, but maybe we should call it a day first. Let's talk about it in the morning, okay?"

Jason's eyes softened as he looked at you, his drunken state making it difficult for him to comprehend your words. But he nodded, albeit reluctantly. "In the morning," he repeated, his voice slurring. "But m’ serious, I do want to marry you." You gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I know you're serious," you said softly, gently stroking his hair. "We'll talk about it in the morning, when you're sober, okay?"

Dick Grayson

It all began with a simple birthday surprise from Dick– a beautiful white cake that bore an uncanny resemblance to a wedding dress. Unintentionally, it planted the seed of wedding fever in Dick's mind. Slowly, the realization dawned upon him, sparking a subtle yet determined desire to make his love for you official.

Dick found himself wrestling with how to broach the subject. While you had occasionally mentioned a future together, marriage had never explicitly entered the picture in your conversations. He pondered how to bring up the idea without catching you off guard.

Late one night, after an evening of bonding with his siblings over a few drinks, Dick returned to the cozy abode he shared with you. In his grip, he clutched a single daisy, its delicate white petals gently swayed with each movement. As he stepped inside, he revealed a paper ring resting on his palm, its simplicity belying the depth of emotion he wanted to convey.

You looked down at the paper ring in Dick's hand with puzzlement in your eyes. "What is this?" you asked. His heart thumped in his chest as he saw your confused eyes. He took a step closer, the petals of the flower trailing across your skin. A gentle smile played on his lips as he slurred, “It’s a ring, f’ course.”

He held the ring up, offering it to you. “I want to…” he trails his words. “You want to..?” you continued his sentence. He looks into your eyes, the paper ring still offered in his hand. He’s taking in the sight of you, wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep shorts and one of his old t-shirts, with your hair messy on your head.

“I… I want to marry you,” he says quietly.

You replied quickly, “Sure.” you said casually. A hint of surprise flickered in Dick's eyes. He had braced himself for a range of potential reactions, but this one had caught him off guard. Dick's mouth hung open for a moment, and for a split second he was at a loss for words. "Sure?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and a touch of confusion. He looked at you in slight surprise, his mind processing the unexpected simplicity of your response.

“Yeah,” you replied as you held his hand. “Let’s get married.”

His mind raced, trying to process the unexpected simplicity of your response. He’d been expecting a little bit more discussion, maybe even some tears, yet here you were, casually agreeing to his impromptu proposal. He stared down at you, a mix of surprise and elation flooding his expression. He looked at your hand holding his thumb running against the back of your hand.

“Just like that?” he chuckled, a bit breathlessly. You only smiled softly, “Why wouldn’t I marry someone like you?” you told him. “Let’s get you to bed, you’re gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow.”

He looked down at the paper ring on his hand, then back at you. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, as he took your hand in his, and placed the ring upon your finger. “Now it’s official,” he chuckled, looking down at the simple paper ring on your finger.

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[st7rnioioss]

۶ৎ SKATER!CHRIS x GIRLY!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... pure fluff, kissing, sexual innuendo at the end (?), not proofread!

“but why? isn’t.. isn’t it a bit odd?” chris chuckled, leaning back on the couch. you shook your head with a laugh, twirling the pink ribbon between your fingers.

“no! come on, just- just let me do it. i’ll just take a quick picture, then you can take it back off,” you pleaded, tilting your head to the side with a bat of your eyes. “pleeeease?” you pouted softly, swinging the ribbon in front of his face.

“come on, don’t give me that look..”

chris had been hitting the gym more often now, usually going with a few friends after his last classes, before returning to your dorm. you always started blushing when you noticed how his arms had gone visibly bigger, going all silly and giggly while chris was obviously confused about exactly why it was such a good thing. but he continued to do so, occasionally flexing in front of you just to watch you go weak, playfully grabbing you in a loose headlock whenever you stood in front of him.

“fine, but don’t be too weird about it,” he shook his head with a smile, tugging his sleeve up over his shoulder.

“yes! thank you, thank you, thank you,” your lips pressed to his cheek, leaving a wet kiss and a glossy mark on his soft skin, before wrapping a hand around his arm to guide him closer to you.

swiftly, you wrapped the pink ribbon around his bicep, carefully tying a loose but firm bow, smiling at the pretty sight.

“yeah? you like it?” he smirked, letting out a chuckle from the way you were basically ogling at his arm, unable to stop yourself from staring.

his ames had gotten big big, and in just a few months of consistently working out. and did it look good.

nodding slowly, your cheeks turned pink. “yup,” your hand squeezed his muscle gently, before pulling your phone out to take a picture, grabbing his arm to position it right.

you snapped a few pictures, asking him to flex just gently.. which he understood nothing of. just as you took the picture, he snapped the ribbon, ruining the pretty bow and picture.

“no! what are you doing?” you whined, picking up the ribbon from the cushions with a soft pout. “is that drool?” he ignored your question, jokingly poking the corner of your mouth, messing your lipgloss up.

you broke into a giggle, shoving his hand away playfully. “stop, i’m not drooling, chris. i’m fully grown, not three years old-“ you continued laughing when he poked you again, playfully wiping some lipgloss off your lip. he then closely looked at his thumb, as if you had in fact been drooling.

“i think you are three years old. is this not drool? you like my arms that much, doll?” he raised a brow, smirking when he saw the embarrassed look on your face, though it was mostly a joke.

it was only something you joked with around chris, not actually expecting him to take it seriously. yes, you liked the way he’d gotten more muscular. scratch that, you loved it. but it wasn’t exactly something you’d admit to him, but yet you did.

with a nod, you were a blushing mess, batting your eyes at him. “maybe..?” you giggled, before a yelp slipped from your lips, suddenly being scooped up into those very arms, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, though you knew he wouldn’t drop you.

“what are you doing? let go!” you squealed when he stood up, laughing hard as he carried you away, not forgetting the ribbon on the couch that he snatched between his digits.

“don’t fight it, baby. you’re gonna show me just how much you like them, okay?” his words were whispered, his voice husky while carrying you back to your bedroom.

“yeah, okay..” you were a mess, stumbling over the words you could hardly get out, before nodding dumbly, a pink tint settling on your cheeks at just the mere thought of what exactly he’d make you do.

he then carried on to shut the door shut behind you, letting out a laugh when he looked down at you. “that’s right, dollface. my turn to wrap a bow around you.”

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: more skater!chris for y’all!:3 im literally drooling at chris why does he look beefy:( i need my teeth on his arm rn

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[djs4nddisc0s]

toby headcanons? :) sfw or nsfw I just live for him 🖤 thx!

sighhh Toby… sighh my submissive and breedable malewife…🙁🤍🎀

Of course, thank you for requesting<3! (All other asks in my inbox are being worked on btw! Remember, these are my personal headcanons, you’re allowed to disagree and these also won’t relate too much to canon. Kinda ‘realistic’. Not proofread.)

Toby Rogers sfw and nsfw Hc’s!

(SFW)

Starting off with his looks I deff agree with how shatteredankles draws him. (their art is so😻)

His style is like midwestern emo but with a bit of grunge

I like the hc of him being German, but I think he grew up in Colorado

However his mom still used the language, culture, food and stuff like that in the household

He has a small cabin in the woods that he lives in (sorry no slendermansion this time)

TERRIBLE trust issues due to his past

Craves physical touch but also is scared of it thanks to ole daddy-o🤓 (ew cringe)

That being said he loves giving physical touch but since he can’t feel pain it’s hard for him to know if he’s hurting you

He may not be able to feel pain but he can feel other sensations like pleasure or little tingles (he can bc I say so, fight me)

Smokes every once in a while but only weed

Picnic dates.

If you do your makeup he’ll watch you with all the wonder in the world

Has even let you do it on him a few times

Pretty possessive, you’re the only person outside of his sister and mother that has been so understanding and loving, the thought of you leaving terrifies him

Whenever you go out for groceries or with friends (which sadly is rare due to his attitude towards it) you have to text him with little check-in texts to ease his nerves

(NSFW)

About 7.5 inches

HAPPY TRAIL MEOOOOW😻

He used to jerk off like a teenage boy in the middle of puberty

Once he met you (before dating) he would continue to do so but just to you

Pictures, voice recordings, even on call with you a couple times

Finally once you two started dating he could try the real thing

FEM! “F-Fuck… your pussy feels f-fucking amazing..!”

MASC! “Such a g-good boy- shit! So good”

HE IS A SWITCH AND YOU CAN NOT PROVE ME WRONG‼️

Mommy/Daddy kink no questions asked

I feel like most of the pastas would have a thing for chasing you through the woods to catch you right there and ravish you right where they caught you… just silly thoughts😋

He’s deff be open to trying anything you like if it makes you happy

However he wouldn’t want to hurt you too bad if that’s what you’re into

Light degradation on both parts

Fucking AMAZING at giving head, you’ll be seeing stars

If he’s bottoming he can either be the most obedient you’ve ever had or he’s a pain in the ass brat.

I feel like even though he can’t feel the pain from edging/overstimulation it still gets him worked up

Pull his hair while he’s going down on you it lets him know he’s doing good

WHIMPERS🔥

If you’ve edged/overstimulated him too much he’ll either take control or start begging so pretty for you

Will do the same back as punishment if you kept going even if he begged

Tying your hands behind your back and PLOWING into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to

Remember when I said he was possessive, yeah jealous sex comes from that

Also remember the makeup thing? Mascara running down your face turns him on more

Sighh I love my gf he’s such a fucking loser freak☹️

(I hope you enjoyed<3!)

[legendarycherryblossomlove]

Hi hello! I’m new on this blog btw and I was wondering if you do TFO requests?

If so… could you do… emmmm…

D-16 x reader fluff please…

If not… huh… maybe fluff Megatronus x Pax from TFP?

Ty ^v^ - Meg >:3

Order for Mimic! Aight let's see... One iced latte with marshmallow fluff and a side of crushed oreos. Extra fluff, extra marshmallows.

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"Bliss."

(D16 x Reader fluff fic.)

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D16 isn't much expressive when it comes to a relationship. But he loves to try something new for a difference. Like his best friend Orion always say: "You only live once, D."

Funny, he thought. He knows it's just Orion teasing him. But there are some times that he is right. Though, Cybertronians have a longer lifespan than humans. They only live once like them.

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After a long and excruciating shift in the mines, Orion yanked you and D16 when no one was looking. Oh boy, Orion is planning something...And D16 can tell by the way he yanked the both of you after the shift.

"You guys will love what I have planned for the both of you!" Orion gleed like a sparkling. He's always excited whenever he wanted to show something to his best friends. Even though he knows D16 is in a relationship with you, he is one of the best supporters ever since.

Orion led you guys to the rooftop of the mining area. Where the stars and the dim of the moon meet. You and D16 were astonished by the beauty of the night.

"Pax...This is.." No words can D16 let out as he was mesmerised by the sight of the stars above them. He turned to you, which you were also mesmerised by the beauty. The stars twinkling into your optics as you continue to gaze upon the starry night.

Orion caught his best buddy starring at you and gave him a smirk. "Cut it out, Pax." D16 said as he brushes away the blue blush on his cheeks. He hasn't seen his best friend blush like this ever.

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You three ended up laying down on the cold, flat, metal surface of the rooftop. Stargazing every star your optics can see.

"Beautiful.." You muttered under your breath as you still gaze upon the stars.

"Yeah...But none of them compares the beauty you hold within." D16 thought but he didn't know he said it out loud! He was snapped back to reality when he heard Orion snickered at him.

D16 gave Orion a questioning look. Why is he laughing? Was there something funny? Did something happend that made it look funny? He thought. But when he turned to look at you, his optics widen as he saw your now blushing face. Your servos quickly covered up your heating faceplate.

That's when he realized. He said it out loud....Oh no....

Orion couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. He was wheezing and laughing, rolling back and forth as the silly goob was still laughing at his friend's realization.

D16's faceplate bloomed into a blue blushing mess as he smacked Orion's helm. "S-SHUT UP!" He yelled, embarrassed that you heard him out loud.

You lowered down your servos and watched the little argument between the brothers. Letting out a chuckle at this adorable interaction.

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Oh, how you loved and cared D16 so much. And D16 loved you nevertheless. It hurts to the spark when you found out that he transformed into the monster he hated.

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Oh! I forgot to mention. And a small shot of angst! Enjoy your coffee order!

[tinyticklishbud]

How about i tie your hands behind your back but i let your legs free, i'll just use this cute tiny fluffy brush to make sure i only focus on that little bud, you'll just have to keep those legs open. It doesnt matter how much it tickles, if you close them you wont we able to cum at all, you'll deny your own orgasm sweety!. No, no, no, im not tying you up, you'll just have to keep them spread for me and take all the tickles <3. Even if you keep screaming "PLEASE!" through a torrent of screaming laughter. I'll just counter with a sly smirk and casually mocking question, "Please What?" while continuing to wreck you into hysteria with slow, slow and sloooow movements of my brush. You can cum whenever you want silly, just stay still <3.

The pure evil of this ask doesn't scare me at all...

Who am I lying to my clit is shaking in ticklish fear

[literaila]

I saw someone else ask this with a completely diff character, but "would you still love me if i was a worm" with tasm peter pls and ty

worming

tasm!peter x reader

warnings: this is ridiculous but so is peter.

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“babe,” peter calls, through the hallway, from the bathroom, his voice scaring you while you open the front door.

what a wonderful thing, to be greeted first thing with the sound of your boyfriend yelling at you.

“one sec,” you call back, much quieter, and slip off your shoes. despite the fact that your eyes ache from staring at your computer all day, and your throat is sore for some unknown reason, you smile.

stupid peter with his stupid smile and his stupid voice, and stupid you for letting him steal your heart away. for trusting him with it.

you take your hair out of its ponytail, and knock on the door as you enter the bedroom, just for decency sake. “what’s up, kid?”

but peter isn’t in there.

you frown, following the moan that echoes your voice into the bathroom.

peter is standing there, his fingers tangled in his mop of hair, frowning at himself in the mirror.

his pout is both adorable and irritating.

“bad hair day?” you ask him, leaning against the doorframe. a silly smile on your face, despite peter’s displeased stance.

he turns to look at you, and you watch his eyes brighten, albeit for a moment, and then he turns away. “not funny.”

you raise a brow but walk towards him. “did you need me to tell you that you need to brush your hair?”

he nudges you with his elbow as you go to stand next to him. you survey him in the mirror, sticking your tongue out.

peter doesn’t respond. his arms are crossed and his face is unamused.

“okay, peter, what’s up?”

“i have a question.”

you blink, then gesture with your hand for him to continue.

peter pouts again, then finally let’s his hair rest. “would you still love me if i was a worm?”

you choke on whatever smile was on your face. “um, sorry?”

“would you?” he repeats, turning to look at you. “if i was a worm?”

“i’m confused.”

“what’s confusing about this?”

you snort. “to start, the fact that you haven’t even said hello to me before starting this conversation…”

peter glowers. “hello.”

you laugh. “are you actually upset about this?”

“answer the question.”

“not sure what the point is,” you tell him, shrugging and turning away to wipe at some imaginary spot on your cheek. “considering that you are a worm, and i do love you.”

“hey,” peter pulls a stray strand of your hair. “i’m serious.”

“so am i.”

“would you love me if i was a worm?” he demands, staring down at you like his eyes might burn a hole through your head.

you laugh again, unable to stop yourself from turning towards him. “peter, i am so confused. i love you,” you tell him, “obviously.”

“but would you love me if i was about this small,” he holds two fingers together, “and couldn’t speak to you?”

“oh, so you think i’m that vain?” you tease, poking his stomach. “that i only like you for your looks?”

“are you telling me that you’re attracted to worms?” peter deadpans, and you don’t miss the hint of smile on his face. he knows that you know he’s ticklish.

“are you asking me if i’d fall in love with a worm?” you retort, shaking your head and looking at the ceiling. “this is ridiculous.”

“it’s a genuine question.”

“okay, peter,” you look back to him, raising a brow. “would you love me if i was a worm?”

“obviously,” he answers, quick enough that the words sound fake. “you’d be a cute worm.”

“i think i’m offended by that.”

“i’d always love you.” peter repeats, like that’s what he wants to get out of this conversation. some secret intimacy in his words that he can’t hide.

a genuine, glowing smile breaks out on your face before you can stop it. you coo, almost silently. “aw, peter. are you feeling lonely?”

you reach a hand to touch his cheek, but he waves you away, sighing.

“stop,” he says, “i cant believe you wouldn’t love me if i was a worm.”

“if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

you lean into him then, and even peter can’t push you away as you wrap your arms around him, squeezing his air and his warmth. you leech yourself onto him, planning to never ever let go.

“don’t worry, i’ll worm you right up.”

“worm puns aren’t going to distract me from this conversation,” peter mutters, but his words are muffled because he’s hugging you back, his lips on your head.

you laugh into his chest. “can you feel me worming right into your heart?”

peter flicks your head. and then his hands trail down your waist, warmth and aspiration in one touch.

“i missed you, today,” you tell him, quietly, “even if you didn’t kiss me hello.”

“sorry.”

you look up at him, mesmerized by his pout and his soft eyes. already, he looks more at peace. “don’t worry, sugar. i’ll make it all better.”

“i didn’t ask for this.”

“you needed a hug,” you tell him. “and i am a willing and able volunteer.”

peter signs into you. his shoulders relax, and his breathing evens out. even you can feel the distance fading, his fake fury ebbing.

“i would love you,” you whisper to him. “if you were a worm. or a cat. or a goddamn wall.”

peter pulls back just so you can watch him smile.

“okay?”

he nuzzles his nose into yours. “okay.

“will you kiss me now?”

peter is happy to oblige.

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[bitchinbarzal]

What’s Valentine’s | B Faber

summary: eden has started asking questions about love, about her mom, and brock can’t hide it from her anymore.

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���Daddy, what’s Valentine’s?”

Brock looks up from where he’s tying Eden’s shoelaces, his fingers pausing over the soft white laces of her sneakers. She stares at him with wide eyes, her little head tilted in curiosity, a heart-shaped sticker stuck to her cheek from school.

“It’s a day about love” he says gently, smoothing his hand over the knot in her shoe before glancing up at her again “People celebrate the people they care about”

Eden frowns “Like you and me?”

He smiles, heart aching in the way it always does when she looks at him like that—like he’s her whole world, even when his own feels like it’s been in pieces for a long time.

“Yeah, like you and me”

She seems to accept that answer, hopping off the bench by the door and grabbing her coat. But before she reaches for the zipper, she stops, small hands curling into the fabric.

“Did you and Mommy do Valentine’s?”

Brock swallows around the tightness in his throat. He should’ve known this question was coming. Eden’s five now, old enough to see how other kids at school have two parents, old enough to notice what’s missing. She never knew a world with Y/N in it, not really. But Brock did. And every February, every red and pink display in store windows, every heart-shaped candy on shelves—it reminds him.

“Yeah” he says, voice quieter this time “We did”

Eden climbs onto the couch, sitting cross-legged and waiting for him to say more. Her patience reminds him so much of Y/N that it physically hurts sometimes. She was always so good at that—waiting him out, giving him the space to get the words right.

“What did you do?” she asks, picking at the hem of her sweater.

Brock exhales slowly, settling beside her “Well” he starts “Mommy loved Valentine’s Day. She thought it was silly, but she loved it anyway. Every year, she’d get me a card, even though she knew I’d probably forget to get one for her” He smiles at the memory, the teasing way Y/N used to shake her head at him before pulling a card from behind her back.

Eden giggles “You forgot?”

He nods “Almost every time. But I always made it up to her”

“How?”

“I’d surprise her with something. One time, I made her breakfast in bed—pancakes shaped like hearts”

She gasps, delighted “Did she like them?”

Brock laughs softly “She loved them. Even the ones that looked more like blobs than hearts”

Eden leans against him, resting her head against his arm “What else?”

Brock closes his eyes for a second, letting the memories settle over him like a warm, aching blanket “One year, i wrote her a letter”

Eden lifts her head “Like a love letter?”

He nods, his throat tight “Yeah, like a love letter. I told her how much she meant to me. How I never really believed in all that Valentine’s stuff before her, but she made me want to. She made me want a lot of things”

Eden is quiet for a long time before she whispers “Do you miss her?”

There it is—the question that breaks him every time.

“Yeah, baby. I miss her every day”

She reaches for his hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around his “I wish I knew her”

Brock squeezes her hand “I wish you did too. But you know what?”

“What?”

“She’s still here”

Eden’s brow furrows “Where?”

“In you” he says, tapping her nose lightly “You have her kindness. Her patience. The way you wrinkle your nose when you’re thinking really hard”

She giggles, rubbing her nose like she can wipe away the evidence.

“You love as big as she did” Brock continues “And that’s the most important thing of all”

Eden is quiet again, and when she finally speaks, it’s so soft he almost misses it “Does love always hurt?”

His heart clenches. He wishes he could tell her no, that love is all soft edges and warm places. But she’s already learned, in her own way, that love can be loss too.

He exhales, running a hand over his face “Love is the best thing in the world, Eden. But when you love someone, really love them, it means you might have to feel hurt too. Because to open your heart to love is to open it to pain”

Eden looks up at him, eyes big and solemn “Is it worth it?”

Brock doesn’t hesitate “Always”

She nods, considering his words like the thoughtful little girl she is. Then she scoots closer, pressing her face into his side.

“I love you, Daddy”

Brock wraps his arms around her, holding her close as he presses a kiss to her hair.

“I love you too, baby. Always”

[voidcat]

I meant "two requests for him" xD Anyway, ty, you're very generous <3

So, 10 & 14 (shoving each other in a bushes for lulz like Shrek and Fiona OMG) for Togame <3

Hope it's fine that I'm sending it together

Hi anon! Forgot abt the shrek and Fiona bit there I’m ngl but I hope u like this one

wc: 1k, gn!reader, use of one pet name

At the sudden intrusion of a finger poke by your rib, you do everything to stay still and not jump. Since the two of you met, Togame has been at it all day long, knowing full well and fully aware how ticklish you can get.

One tickle at the right– or wrong, should you say, time and you’re done for.

All that resolve you’ve mustered up going down the bin, and you're just a mess in public making a fool of yourself.

Head snapping to his direction, you send him a dirty glare, only to be met with a lazy smile and eyes that look at you like you’re making a fuss out of nowhere.

Unbelievable, acting like he doesn’t know what he is doing, like he is not doing anything at all- you opt to continue walking instead. Better than to give all your focus to him, which must be his intention as far as you can tell with the endless poking and tickling.

Togame Jo is a headstrong man- relentless even, when it comes to you. Once he puts something into his mind, he won’t stop until he has reached his goal.

And normally, you are good at figuring it out and managing to get one step ahead of him. But with the never ending threat of curling up into a ball like a bug and coiling into yourself in the middle of the street, instincts high on alert for his undeniably fast hands, you find yourself struggling. Eyes darting every few seconds at the arms that he normally throws over your figure, offering you comfort and safety, you try to focus and remain alert.

Another finger pokes at your side, probing at spots to draw a reaction out of you. Just as you ready yourself to snap at him, you shudder at a certain poke, all the guard you've built up thus far collapsing with it, arms too relaxed and yourself completely defenseless.

At the sudden switch of your entire body, Jo gives you an amused look and goes in for the kill.

Before you know it, you're clutching at both sides, walking backwards,, words of ‘please’, ‘stop’ and uncontrollable laughter leaving your lips. Eyes shut, you almost fall on your ass, barely balancing by opening your arms but even that is too timid on your part. Jo is by your side already, open arms at both sides, but to hold or to continue with his attacks, you have no idea.

When you open your eyes, you reconcile in place, wishing to disappear on the spot when you see the few curious gazes looking your way.

Jo doesn’t seem too affected by the people. Upon noticing his hands, you take few steps away from him and only then he brings a hand to scratch his head, offering a shy chuckle like it’s just some silly misunderstanding between two friends.

For the sake of your dignity, and to not be late, you get back on your feet and hasten your steps, ignoring Jo completely. With his long legs, it only takes him a couple strides to catch up to you though, still looking at you with that same damn smug smile, enjoying himself too much.

The walk goes on silent with a very amused Jo, hands shoved into his pockets and you glaring daggers at the road ahead of you.

He voices a question to break the tension but you pay him no mind, his words falling on deaf ears. Intentionally keeping your gaze away from him, you try to manage a distance between the two. Seeing you not budging any time soon to his words, Jo opts for the wordless communication instead, again.

Taking one long stride not completely straight but just slight into your direction, he bumps a shoulder into you.

Huh? So you want to keep it going like that. He remains his distance, a little victory upon seeing you don’t scoot to the side. Another stride and he bumps his shoulder into you again, tilting you to the side with his force a little. Still no reaction but the stern expression is long gone from your face.

He goes for the final blow, this time bumping his hip, and with it, his body a little bit, not withholding too much of his weight sometimes.

And just like clockwork, you dodge the hip bump perfectly, like you always claimed you would and cannot help but snort, facing him. “What the hell was that?” you try to ask, few laughs between your words. Whatever anger you had seems to already dissipating.

“There they are.” Jo says as if speaking to an audience, with glee in his words. Rolling your eyes, you just snap at his hand, “do not do that ever again,” you point a finger at him, “you know i am ticklish!” your voice comes out more high pitched than you’d like even though you’re doing your best to keep it down. Poking at his chest with the finger you were pointing at him with, you jab into his chest a few times as to emphasize your point.

Your throat goes dry when he grabs your wrist in a sudden, bringing the finger to his lips. You watch, frozen, unable to tear your eyes off of him as he kisses your finger– slow enough you can see his tongue, how he almost sticks it out to have a taste at your finger fully.

“Just wanted to have a little play with you, lamb.” he says in a whisper, without moving an inch. Your finger twitches in his hold, yet you do nothing to pull it back. You know it’d be fruitless effort any way.

“How so?..” you barely manage to get out the words and he with a smirk he lets his hand drop with his grip still intact on your wrist. “Like this.” Jo says and swiftly pulls you to the nearby alley with him.

[buubonita]

hehehe,,,, i’m thinking about epic again and im gonna make it your problem [silly]

have this as a little gift

and also some head canons.

- epic is very easily manipulated, not because of the fact he has bad social skills or because he’s dumb, but rather because he sees manipulation and/or toxic relationships as perfectly normal and doesn’t exactly have a sense of self preservation.

- epic, despite cross continuously forgetting him over and over again, will always see cross as the main character in his own story. he doesn’t mind being forgotten so much, he’s not exactly meant to be the star of the show anyways. or at least, that’s what he tells himself. :]

- epic is okay at cooking,,, but only when it comes to cookies and noodle dishes. with cookies? his are the best, no questions asked. nobody’s sure what it is that he puts in them, but if he made enough, people would eat them until they literally got sick. for noodle dishes, he’s just decent at preparing without overcooking or undercooking them, but he’s not exactly good at sauces. he leaves that skill to his brother.

- epic is very sentimental when it comes to objects, this one’s less of a headcanon and a bit more canon, as seen with epic keeping the first cookie frisk ever made in the fridge. that’s like,,, damn near over ten years i think……….. that cookie has mold, no doubt

anyways have a nice day buu im glad i could be silly in your ask box lmao

This Epic drawing made me laugh, the little guy looks so cute with his little fingers, aw.

Now to your crazy ideas.

1. The idea that Epic sees manipulation as normal in a relationship is quite saddening? Probably, like many things, it has to do with the relationship Epic had with his own father. Epic Gaster should be killed for being ridiculously cruel to his children with no apparent justification. Epic is so self-destructive about the most trivial things in his life, istg.

2. I agree that Epic doesn't mind making Cross remember him as many times as necessary, their friendship is something too precious and he would try it again with Cross if he has the chance because he adores his best friend. He would even give up death if it allowed him to be with Cross. Aaaahhhgugh that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt every time Cross forgets about him, but the affection he feels is greater.

3. I like the idea that Epic can do really crazy things when it comes to science... but he can't cook. He can't cook AT ALL. He's a brilliant guy, but cooking is his weak point. The only things he knows how to use are the coffee maker, the oven, and the microwave to heat his noodles or the fast food he orders. Papyrus definitely cooks for him so he can stop eating junk food and eat better. While the idea that Epic knows how to bake delicious cookies is funny, maybe cookies are a very rare exception.

4. I didn't remember that fun fact about the cookie and I actually find it so adorable </3 Epic saving every gift from his friends makes everything hurt more when you consider that he's immortal and will see his loved ones leave him one day and all he'll have are his memories and a few prized possessions.

This was fun to read! Ty for your hcs Quizly :3 and sorry the late reply, i hope you have a great day as well.

[bear-remn]

I have a question and I hope this doesn’t sound dumb- as far I understand, Karlheinz is pretending to be a school doctor at the academy where the brothers (including Sakamaki/Mukami) and Yui attending to. Is this true and does Karlheinz interact with them?🧍🏻‍♀️ idk it would be some silly headcanons or do you have some? :3

P.S. I love ur blog!! Your writing and OCs are such an inspiration for me 😭💗

omg hii, and yes, Karlheinz is a doctor in the academy lol, he just change his image to look more young and not so… vampire king, and yeess i do have some headcanons, as much for the original story as for my story "deadly eyes".

I have the idea that Karl acts as a doctor to monitor yui from another point of view, since since he wants to monitor his experiment closely without being recognized he wears an unpredictable disguise, because he could easily be the principal or a teacher but he is a doctor, this option makes sense since he will not run into his children very often (unless they go out of class to take naps like ayato). and clearly he makes changes in time to come up with other means, as his experiment involves his children, I think he must make small changes in his routines so that they have more interactions with yui, I feel he must be very idealistic thinking that every action he modifies will lead to the result he seeks but even if he changes actions, he cannot change feelings. deep shit.

but if it was something more silly, I like the idea that Karl makes changes but they don't affect anyone and his way of retaliating for these failed attempts is to give some substance of doubtful origin to random human students, or to control some randon person from the windows to entertain himself. I also like to think that he hides from the diaboys bc he is afraid they recognize him, like the typical scene where Karl would walk throght the hallways and see one of his sons in the distance, so he just stays quiet looking at a wall pretending to be part of the wall :3

that occurs to me within the canon history, but within my history, "deadly eyes", I think things wouldnt be so different, but i do think Karl knows more than the diaboys about the past of my OCs, for example; he knows the substances that kirari consumes as well as the reasons why mako comes into the sakamaki manor, so bc he know everything, Karl only makes small situations between kirari or mako with his son's, with the goal that they meet more frequently or make them get along in classes on purpose. i like the idea of him thinking he is acting like a cupid thingy, ofc he fails terrible at that.

// and this is the form he uses in the academy!

p.s. ty so much for reading my blog, i appreciate it a lot and knowing that people actually enjoy it, makes me want to continue making content ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ

[flo-zoinks]

hi!, I just recently started following you since I also love red dead redemption and found your content entertaining, I don’t know if you answer these types of asks but I have two questions you could answer both or just one! Up to you completely <3

so the first is who are you top five or favorite rdr1/rdr2 characters?

the second is more just out of curiosity, I never finished rdr1 due to me getting interested in my new hyperfixation, although I loved rdr1, did Jack become an outlaw to kill Ross, and that was his only goal or is there more?

Heyy you're so sweet!!!! I answer all kinds of asks 😘

Firstly: my top 5 are: John, Jack, Javier, Bonnie and Trelawny :)

Secondly: I believe Jack became an outlaw for multiple reasons, past the killing of Ross. Jack grows up with everyone leaving him, only around gang members to a former-gang father who continually struggles to fight his "inner self" and revert back to his old ways, forcing the Marstons to be affected again and again by the old-gang lifestyle, until it ends up killing John and Uncle. At this point, almost the entirety of Jack's key life moments were defined by outlaws and not any other factors. This thought, the idea that his life was shaped and formed by Outlaws, leaves him to believe that it's the only path for him to follow as well, like it's his 'predestined life'

Jack will say in combat lines like "I'm John Marston's boy!" Indicating he believes that somehow those Outlaw traits were passed down to him, seeing himself as the next John. In fact we only find that during the credits Jack's first name is John too, playing into the idea of Jack predestination to follow his Father's footsteps. To him, it's the only path possible, the life cut out for him, his life was decided from the second he was born into outlaws.

Next, he says in combat too "I got nothing to live for, anyway!", which indicates much more too. Outlaws have been argued by sources to have ended between 1899-1918, due to the modernising of cities including a stricter law and unsustainable life living as old gangs did. To be an outlaw at that time would've considered "silly" or perhaps "borderlinde suicidal". Jack would know this, they've known it since 1899. So why still be an outlaw? Tying with the first point, he didn't value his life. Jack is incredibly smart, and knows the life is unsustainable, but doesn't believe he deserves more. Believes, he has nothing more life for, and that this life will be the early death of him too, perhaps even wanting it.

Final point, is Edgar Ross. We hear in the side mission as the people closest to Ross complain about the Bereau still chasing him, wanting more and more work despite his retirement. In addition, Edgar Ross's retirement slip gets it's own article in the front news of 1914, highlighting all his 'brave acts' of killing Bill, Javier, Dutch and John. It's clear the Bureau still keep tabs on him, so for Jack to kill Ross, (especially in the 1914 law department), the Pinkertons and Goverment would've rained hell upon him. That's why I believe he waited until his Mother's death too, because the idea was almost again suicidal. Once again, Jack knows. Knows he will have to go on the lam, will be one of the last literal outlaws. However, the side mission is optional. Jack would've been an outlaw anyhow, regardless. But it is an incredibly big factor, as it's the only side mission started by the player, not the character of the mission. Jack intends to kill him, does it despite all consequences to choose an outlaw life.

I wanna talk about post-ww1 but THAT'S A POST FOR ANOTHER DAY

Thank you for letting me yap!!!! ♡

[anemonelovesfiction]

Colors of Pandora 4: Green

Lo’ak x Fem! Human Reader

Emotion: Jealousy

Warnings ⚠️: Slight bit of angst (I think I’m using this term correctly?) SAFE FOR WORK

I’m hoping y’all are enjoying this as much as I am, I went to town on this prompt specifically.

Tagging @xylianasblog so she can see this as well!!

Translation Station

Marui: Home (in Metkayina)

Kelku: Home (in Omatikaya)

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Olo’eyktan: Male Clan Leader

Tsahik: Head Shaman; High Priest; Interpreter of the will of Eywa

Word count: 2k

Being a human on Pandora meant it was hard for me to find a place to fit in, especially whilst I was in the Metkayina clan after everything that had happened to them, things seemed rather tense whenever I would come along, but nobody had said anything to me and I’d like to think it was because of Spider’s presence here. The reason I frequent the land of Awa’atlu was because Jake and Norm managed to strike a bargain of trade within the Omatikaya and Metkayina clans, mostly plants and fruits that didn’t grow in either climate were exchanged, but there was the occasional weapon placed for trade, and plenty of crafts like blankets, yarn, string, shells, beads; all you could imagine really.

I sat here in Jake and Neytiri’s marui - a funny word used here instead of kelku- creating a bracelet of my own for the boy who held my heart in his very large hands. I was currently sitting with my legs dangling from the opening as I paired another one of the beads I held that resembled my eye color, placing it next to the beads that resembled his eyes in their most constant shade: Green.

“What are you making?” Tuk is the first to ask as she places a sporadic array of beads on the craft she was currently working on. Although I hadn’t been too sure if she was making a necklace or a bracelet, I had honestly been too scared to ask as I didn’t want to come off as rude and hurt her feelings, I smiled gently to myself after her question and turned to look at her.

“I’m making a bracelet for your brother, the colors I chose are his eye color and mine, it’s a silly tradition some people used to do back on Earth from what Norm has told me.” I stated as I grabbed a white bead to separate the two colored beads that had currently been placed together, placing his green color on next.

“Our eyes change color though,” Tuk explains to me and her confusion is heard through her statement, Kiri quickly shushing the girl in an attempt to keep the peace, but I could have laughed at her comment with how adorable she was.

“They do,” I agree with her as I watch her place another sporadic assortment of colorful trinkets onto her craft, none of the beads had matched and neither did the decorations, but she seemed to enjoy what she was doing, and placing a lot of focus onto it.

“But they are almost always green, especially when you guys lived in the forest, the prettiest shade too.” I mumbled the last bit to myself as I continued the process, tying the beads in as the metkayina do with their jewelry to ensure they don’t snap off while underwater.

“I guess,” Tuk shrugs as she finished off her craft and begins tying it off.

I’d shifted my gaze over toward the waves of the island carefully lapping up in the sand, and right where I stared popped up a familiar head of someone holding a their hand up in victory. I smiles up knowing who it had been coming above the water but felt my heart stop the second his hands reached out for hers. The way they held each others arms as the two smiled had caused a tinge of a feeling I’d never felt before.

“Who is that with Lo’ak?” I asked toward Kiri, who was sitting beside me with her back toward the wall of the marui, as I sat with my legs dangling out of the entrance, she shifts herself to sit on her knees as she twists her body around, head now peaking out the entrance of the marui to get a good look at what I was currently seeing.

“Oh, thats Tsireya, the tsakarem she is also the Olo’eyktan and tsahik’s daughter,” Kiri explains as she settles back into her original position to continue working on the shall she had been making for herself.

Kiri had always been kind to me and has accepted me as a friend ever since we were young, Spider and I were twins and we were always tied to the hip, wherever he went I followed closely behind, so its no surprise we ended up befriending the Sully’s.

“What are they doing?” I attempted to make it sound as though I were interested in what they had been doing, but I was gathering intel, was I making a mistake by holding on to the promise he’d made me before he had met her?

“Tsireya trains a lot of the children to swim, since we are new to their way of living she had taken it upon herself to teach all of us.” Kiri explains to me as she ties off another row, grabbing a second colored yarn and tying it toward the one she held, transitioning her colors to make a multi-colored shall.

“But you’ve been here for a year, whats left for her to teach you guys?” I asked rather stiffly as I finished tying off the bracelet I had made, tying the beginning and end together.

“Can I see your wrist please?” I asked without waiting for an answer toward my first question and watch as she offers her wrist to me, I slid the bracelet on to check the size and was tempted to smile for a moment before the scowl in my face deepened.

The bracelet had been slightly big on Kiri, which meant it would fit nicely on Lo’ak, but at this point I wasn’t sure if I had wanted to give him the bracelet I’d made.At this point I had slid the bracelet off of Kiri’s wrist and held it before hearing a tiny chuckle coming from her, my eyes drift up towards hers and I frown while crossing my arms.

“Whats so funny?” I demanded like a child who was close to throwing a tantrum, knowing there probably was a good reason she had been laughing at me.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” She is quick to answer cryptically and I was tempted to roll my eyes.

“You don’t have to be jealous of her, she’s got a crush on Neteyam, Lo’ak and her are just good friends.”

I could feel the blush covering my face at the moment and was tempted to look away but refused since I didn’t want to admit I had felt jealous towards her.

I had seen Tsireya a couple of times before and even though she was a different species, she was still beyond beautiful, I could feel the jealousy rile up in me any time I’d see her and Lo’ak talking to one another, although it was usually short lived as he would usually spend a lot of his time with me while I was here.

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I sat on the sands of the beach, watching as the waves came up toward the shore, only to change their minds and retreat back into the body of water. I let out a sigh as I tightly clutched the matching bracelets in my hands, having to fold Lo’ak’s into a circle twice to get it to hide in my palms, I’d grown too nervous to meet him and it was about time for myself and Norm to head back to the Omatikaya high camp.

Although a bargained deal had been made to trade, there was never a deal made for us to be allowed to stay, meaning we’d had to go back home by the end of the night and we wouldn’t be allowed to come back until the following week for more trades to be made.

Norm and I usually stayed a day or two in order to clear shop, but the days had ended up going by faster than I thought, and I haven’t even managed to sneak some alone time with Lo’ak. But I didn’t want to rip him away from the new friends he’s managed to make while being here and I was left with no cuddles.

“Kiri said you had something for me,” His voice breaks me out of my thoughts as he managed to sneak up on me and sit beside me.

I guess I should have been happy to have had him next to me, but a part of me still felt that green envy of him having been with Tsireya for a majority of the day, I wanted to push those thoughts to the back of my mind but I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried.

I could only clutch my palms tighter together to prevent any of the bracelet from sneaking out past my hands. I didn’t think now was a perfect time to showcase my craft but I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as all I could think was seeing him and Tsireya together.

“Do you like her?” I asked without being able to stop my tongue from speaking my mind. I could have slapped myself but felt my hands squeezing onto the bracelets as a way to brace for impact.

“Only as a friend, nothing more.” He responds evenly and I feel myself sighing with relief, until I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to gasp and look up at him.

“I made a promise to you before we left, didn’t I?” He asks and I could feel myself nodding along to his words.

“I intend to keep that promise.” He states while holding his hand out, I look at it before looking back at him, seeing him nod his head gently.

“It’s a bracelet,” I spoke before taking the double-looped bracelet in my palm and placing it in his, my nerves spiking after as I felt the craft I’d spent all day on was suddenly inadequate.

“It’s beautiful, it’s our eye colors isn’t it?” He asks as he marvels at my craft, quick to inspect it as his fingers run along the beads. I could only nod as I continued holding my own, it had taken me a few visits to finally learn how to tie beads like the Metkayina do.

“You tied them in like they do here,” He speaks as his eyes find mine and I nod once more.

“Kiri told me about your responsibilities as a diver and how you’re almost always in the water, I figured they’d last longer if I learned how to weave like the people do here, that way it will last longer.” I admitted to him and felt the need to look away shyly.

He is quick to take it out of his palm and place the craft around his wrist, fitting snugly against his skin, I could see the smile forming on his lips and it warmed my heart to see him wearing it.

“Where is it?” He asks suddenly and I find myself staring back at him, my head tilted to the side as I attempt to figure out what it is he’s asking me.

“Where’s what?” I asked before he eyes my hands again, taking them in his own as he carefully pries mine open to reveal the similar yet very small bracelet in my own hands, I smile as I see him take it out of my very hands and bringing my wrist closer toward his face. He carefully ties the bracelet on my wrist and smiles.

“There, now we match.” He smiles at me and I could feel myself blushing at his actions, my face feeling hot underneath the mask I was wearing.

“Remind me again,” I spoke suddenly as I held his giant hands in my tiny one, attempting to interlace my fingers with his to the best of my ability.

“Of what?” He asks with a smirk, already knowing what it was I had been asking, I giggle before responding.

“Your promise to me.” I stated

“I promise to wait for you, no matter what oceans and lands tear us apart, you’re mine as much as I am yours.”

[swayziiwriter]

Congratulations | Trent Alexander-Arnold

summary: after Liverpool pull off a much needed victory against Manchester United you decide to extend an “innocent” congratulation to Trent.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Trent let out a throaty moan, reaching his hands to grip the pillows on each side of your head.

He was thrusting into you relentlessly, the force of his hips snapping up into yours had you shaking. You had already came around his aroused cock, nails gripping into his back dragging down right before his ass. Trent was making you feel sensations you hadn't know were possible, the heat and close proximity between your bodies was dangerous. Clouding your judgement,

Liverpool had beaten Manchester United 7-0. What was supposed to be an innocent exchange of congratulations, ended with you under Trent, moaning his name out as he pounded you into the bed. It felt like Trent was everywhere. You could feel his hands roaming all over your body, sending you bursts of pleasure as his movements never faltered.

"So dirty for me" Trent groaned into your shoulder, biting down on the soft flesh lightly before licking the now red area. "You want this cock deeper?" he asked, it wasn't a real question. Trent was going to deeper with each thrust, your soaking core allowing him to slip back inside with no halts. Trent Brough his face down, burying it between your breasts as you pulled at his dreads.

Small beads of sweat dripping down from them as you continued to squirm, "so good- good Trent" you moaned out.

He lifted his head looking into your eyes as you begged for him to fuck you silly, praising his cock like it was the last time you would ever get it.

He smirked, the image of you begging for him would replay in his mind as he jerked himself off, wishing that it could it be yours hands and lips wrapped so tight around his cook

Trent hit your g-spot with a hard thrust, making your mind go blank as you let out a pornographic moan.

You clenched around him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as Trent's body shuddered. Your hands went to his face, bringing it to level with your trying to figure out the reason for his subtle halt. "You feel so tight when you clench around me" he moaned, his strokes now slowing down becoming hard and long. "Like this?" you questioned clenching around his hard dick that was buried deep inside of your pussy, waiting for a release.

Trent's head fell to your chest, his breathing becoming uneasy as his eyes closed in pleasure. The sensation was overtaking his body, you took advantage of this. Trent was close, you could feel it as his cock twitched inside of you once again. You lifted your back arching to the side, prompting Trent to lift his head.

"Give it to me Trent, make me cum again" you begged giving him the push to speed up his movements again.

Speed up he did, your second orgasam washed over you before you even had the chance to tell Trent you were cumming. He felt your warm juice coat his dick, your hands reaching to his hair, tugging on his locks as Trent chased his high. He was so close, his cock begging for a release. So, you decided to give him some words of encouragement.

"Gonna cum in me?, fill me up Trent. Give it to me, cum in me Trent." you said tauntingly. Trent snapped his hips into you forcefully as you clenched around him, sending him cumming into your tight pussy. His warm seed painting your walls, you moaned to the feeling.

"Fill me up so good" was the last complete sentence you got out before Trent flipped your body to be laying on your chest. Running his cock up and down your ass, before sliding back into you dripping core.

You knew you were in for a long, steamy night with Trent.

[faulty-writes]

Can I have some iida fluff please (flowers for you because you’re the best iida writer 🌺🌸💐🌹🌷🌼)

[ Hello, thank you so much. I try to write him to the best of my ability, he's my favorite baby. *Takes flowers* Okay, so you can't tell me to write Iida fluff in October and expect me not to write something Halloween-related. So enjoy my stupid little pumpkin-themed Iida-based story! ]

Tenya wasn't known for engaging in messy activities, except for hero training. It wasn't that he was opposed to the activities that frequented the All Hallows Eve season. He merely assumed that you knew you were too old for certain activities such as pumpkin carving.

Your constant persistence led him to agree to take part in it, however, and to begin carving pumpkins. You must select them first. There was crispness in the air, and his hand felt warm as it cradled yours. Much like you, he wore a light sweater and scarf.

You believed that it didn't matter which pumpkin you picked, unlike Tenya who carefully examined every one in the patch. "Does this one look okay?" You asked, letting go of his hand to pick up it up and he was quick to follow you. "Hm..." He grasped his chin and observed the pumpkin you held.

"I'm not quite certain if this is the ideal one," he replied making you sigh. "Come on Tenya!" You whined, nearly dropping the pumpkin but he grabbed it quickly. "Please be more careful. I do not wish for this particular pumpkin to receive any damage nor break," he said, returning it to its original location.

You pouted, "Why are you so obsessed with getting the perfect set of pumpkins?" The question may sound silly given that you knew Tenya better than anyone, and you could confirm that he was a perfectionist in a sense.

After ensuring the pumpkin was perfectly placed, he leaned up, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "I believe if you wish to engage in the activity of pumpkin carving, the pumpkins we choose must be ideal," he replied before clearing his throat and holding out his hand.

"Let us continue to look," you pouted, somewhat wishing that he'd just let you pick out the pumpkins and be done with it already. Once again, you took his hand and resumed walking through the pumpkin patch. You considered it a miracle when he finally managed to select pumpkins that he thought were worthy of carving.

Once the two of you returned to your dorm, he set up the kitchen area to carve said pumpkins. "There we are," he stated, wiping his brow as he looked at the kitchen counter. The table was covered with two tablecloths and pumpkin carving tools were arranged as if they were surgical instruments in a hospital.

Turning to you, he smiled proudly, obviously pleased with his work. "Pardon my reach," he said, and before you could raise an eyebrow, he shoved something over your head. "What the!?" You replied, looking down. "Please do not raise your voice inside the dormitory building," he naturally replied.

"Furthermore, I believe it was imperative to wear protection while carving the pumpkins," he stated, putting on his apron. "Do you require assistance tying yours?" he asked, easily reaching behind himself, and tying his. Despite your desire to glare at him, you shook your head instead.

"Not at all," you replied before attempting to tie it but found yourself struggling. You grunted, and brought your arms forward, cracking your knuckles before reaching behind yourself and once again tried to tie your apron, but once again you failed.

"Come on…" you muttered. A smile spread across Tenya's face as you sighed. "Would you like assistance?" he asked again, making you glare at him. "…yes," was your reply, and he tried not to laugh, since he believed that was rude.

As he walked behind you, he grabbed the strings you were struggling with and wrapped them around your waist once. "Is that adequate for you or do you wish for more space to breathe?" he asked. "It's fine," you replied, and he proceeded to tie your apron in the back after hearing your confirmation.

"Now, shall we begin the pumpkin carving?" He asked. "Mmm," you mumbled in response. "Wonderful, please ensure that you place the selected tools back where they were aligned on the table after you have finished using them," he stated. "Seriously?" You replied, and Tenya stiffened.

"Yes, it's rather appropriate and imperative that an activity such as pumpkin carving remains organized," he cleared his throat. "I also took the liberty of placing a first aid kit nearby in the unlikely event one of us receives an injury during this activity," he explained.

The way he thought of everything was just like him, and you couldn't help but smile. "Right," you said before grabbing the knife and proceeding to gut your pumpkin. It was no surprise to find Tenya intently focused on his pumpkin and carefully scooping out its insides.

"Hm…" after cutting an opening at the top of yours and scooping out a spoonful or two of its guts, you found yourself staring at Tenya, your mind swirling with a devilishly delicious idea. With a smile you put down your scooper and then discreetly scooped up a handful of gooey pumpkin innards with your hand.

Indifferent to what was about to happen, he continued to scoop out his pumpkin. Each time he scooped; he looked inside as if to determine how much was left. Your grin spread out to a full-on smirk and your hand moved.

When the sticky mass of orange and seeds hit the side of his face, he stumbled back in surprise. After regaining his balance, he glared at you and his face was tinged with anger. He lifted his hand and began chopping it through the air.

"Kindly explain why you felt the need to not only create a mess but to project such an unjust action toward me!?" he demanded, his voice a little louder and frantic. You responded by laughing and pointing at him. "Y-you should have seen your face, hah hah!"

The more you laughed, the more Tenya became irritated. He greatly disliked anyone laughing at him. It was admittedly a hit to his pride and despite his attempts to maintain a professional and academic attitude, a rare and rather mischievous event occurred at this point.

During your laughter, he glanced at his pumpkin and then at the bowl with fibrous strands and seeds, or "pumpkin brains" as some called them. A teachable lesson would be to replicate the antics you had inflicted on him. With that in mind, he gathered an acceptable amount of pumpkin brains using his scooper.

When your laughter finally subsided, he made his move. Much like him, you stumbled back in surprise when the sticky orange substance landed on you, completely unaware that you were about to hit the opposite wall of the kitchen.

While some might look at this scene with amusement, Tenya unfortunately couldn't because his inner hero called him to save you, or rather prevent you from getting hurt due to his actions. After hearing his engines roaring, he appeared behind you in a matter of seconds.

You collided with him, causing him to stumble into the wall and grunt. Clenching his jaw, he forced his engines back into his calves. Your hands instinctively reached up, grasping the arms that were now tightly encircling you.

A shiver coursed down your spine as his panting filled the air and you felt his hot breath against the crook of your neck. Your heart pounded as you turned to see that his glasses were no longer on his face and his eyes, those beautiful red eyes were locked on yours.

As the heat spread through your cheeks, you snapped your head forward. "That was a rotten thing to do," you said after a few seconds, trying to hide your embarrassment and the fact that his arms were still around you.

"Yes, perhaps you've learned that was quite an immature tactic to perform," he replied, and his deep voice in your ear made you shiver. "W-well I…" you huffed, your eyes shifting back and forth rapidly as you tried to think of a comeback.

"I didn't e-expect you to do something like that in return! A-aren't you supposed to be the mature one!?" You frantically stated, but Tenya remained unphased and leaned back, dropping his arms. "Yes, I apologize," he said, making you turn around to face him.

"W-what?" you replied. "Why are you apologizing?" After all, hadn't he just said you were the one that started this…whatever this was? He looked at you, puzzled by your question. "I believe I misinterpreted the result of my actions in my attempt to teach you a lesson," he explained.

"Huh?" You tilted your head to the side. "My actions," he said, touching his chest. "They could have resulted in injury. I do not wish to harm you in any manner, even if in the event of attempting to teach you a lesson," he hoped he was being clearer, but that puzzled expression remained on your face.

"Uh...right," you replied as you glanced away. Then you looked around the kitchen, then at your pumpkins. "Should we finish?" you asked, and Tenya nodded. It was awkwardly silent for the rest of the pumpkin carving session, and when you thought about what you had done, you were embarrassed.

However, being who you were, you were unlikely to apologize to him in return. Instead, you finished your pumpkin and helped Tenya clean up the kitchen. Then, you two took your pumpkins outside and placed them on the top step of the student dorm building.

For safety reasons, Tenya placed them on the left and right sides of the top step. "I believe these candles are the most appropriate for our pumpkins," he said, briefly showing you the small tea light candles, he had which he proceeded to place inside each pumpkin.

The thought that he was too serious came to mind as he instructed you to stand back while he lit said candles. However, you had to admit that the pumpkins looked really cool. The luminous orange-yellow hue gleamed in the shadows and showed off the triangular-shaped eyes and jagged mouths you and he had created.

Despite the chilly October air, your smile couldn't be contained when Tenya stood next to you with an equally happy expression. Perhaps he was pleased with your "pumpkin creations." Still, you couldn't help but step closer to him.

There was a moment of silence, apart from the soft crackle of candle wicks and the distant cries of insects. Then you made your move, and slowly reached for his hand, causing him to jolt. "Hm?" He looked at you, knitting his eyebrows together.

The air was filled with tension, and even Tenya was nervous when your fingers slipped between his. "They sure look beautiful, huh?" you commented, catching him by surprise. He quickly turned away, feeling a strange heat course through his cheeks, and cleared his throat.

"Y-yes, it's quite astonishing to see the labors of our creation for All Hallows Eve," he agreed, making you look at him with a raised eyebrow. "All Hallows Eve?" you asked with a snicker. "Pardon, but do you protest the use of such a phrase?" he asked, looking at you defensively.

You shook your head, trying to silence your snickers. "That's just so like you to refer to Halloween that way," you pointed out before smiling at him and leaning onto your tippy toes. "Hm?" He widened his eyes and wondered what you were doing.

It was understandable that his defenses would be heightened following the earlier incident. As soon as your lips touched his cheek, he realized what you were doing. In disbelief, he cupped said cheek, his face now darkening into a luscious red.

"It's hard for me not to kiss you in front of the Jack-O-Lanterns," you teased before walking to the front door. You reached for the doorknob and peered at him from over your shoulder. His expression was shock and confusion and it made you smile.

"I'm going to tell the others we made Jack-O-Lanterns," you said. "Don't wait up," you teased walking inside and shutting the door behind you. Tenya remained standing there and slowly lowered his hand from his cheek, the skin of which still tingled because of your kiss.

It was evident that you were a rather...impulsive individual. Perhaps he would have to discuss personal space and public displays of affection with you. But he couldn't shake the feeling of knots in his stomach. Perhaps your small token of affection stirred something inside him.

While he did not regard All Hallows Eve as romantic in any way, perhaps he could return the kiss to you when the time came. "Hm..." he clasped his chin, tapping his finger against it a few times. Yes, when the moment was right. As he thought about this, he walked up the stairs to the front door.

You already stated that you were going to tell everyone that the two of you made Jack-O-Lanterns which meant he would have to ensure everyone knew the rules regarding them. Oh yes, his duties as the class president never ended, not even during the holiday season.

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Between the Knuckles (Itward x Reader)

Chat we are about to get so silly-- I may make a dca version of this fic since this prompt has me so.... oiiuuujghh...♡

Prompt: You help Itward clean the grooves in his hands

Notes: Reader is GN, reader is human, can be seen as romantic or platonic, post game

CWs: none Word count: 1.7k

Itward was always an outwardly pristine and put together individual- his suit was always neat and his bones clean. Behind closed doors, however, things are a little different. The inside of his flying ship was a chaotic mess, although one must give the skeleton credit; it had a system to it. Everything belonged in their own areas, each pile a junk (calling it so would only earn a chuckle from Itward as he insisted the purpose of the piles) tying into one another into a not very neat scene. Along with that the bulk of the chaos was centered in the main area of the ship. Forks hung from the walls and ceiling, and various stuffed animals were sat around the table. Books were everywhere, too. There was at least one streak of muddied dirt in one of the ship’s rooms from a kamala that had managed to worm its way on board. Itward… hadn’t had much of a chance to clean that up…

…Because you were currently sitting in front of him with his long hand in yours- his nearly doubling yours in length alone. Between the bones of his fingers, muck resided. 

You see, the mess didn’t just come from the aesthetics of his house. Being a mechanic and a skeleton posed its own hygiene problems… especially when one couldn’t find gloves that fit them well enough to not slide off of their bones. It was a miracle that Itward’s suit remained unstained…. Or perhaps it was riddled with stains and no one noticed thanks to the material being a deep black.

Usually he would handle cleaning himself up on his own, but after recent events that left everyone scattered you had offered to do it for him.

And it was… worse than usual. Likely from him rushing putting the flying machine back into working order after it had crashed so he could find Fran. The girl in question was nearby flying on the back of Palontras. She was far braver than you, you’d give her that. 

“Truly Dear, you don’t need to do this… you need rest, too,” Itward cut the silence, but despite the statement he doesn’t make a move to pull his hand out of your grasp. You stop your picking for a moment and leave the toothpick between his knuckles as you raise your head to stare at him. You weren’t going to lie, you were tired too… and the idea of sinking into the nearby booth in the common area of the ship enticed you. You force the thought away, and return to your work. “You need to rest too Itward, besides I’m already almost done with this hand… I can go lay down while we’re soaking it… you really did a number this time…” You click your tongue as you force debris from the grooves. 

He stares at you. 

There seemed to be something brewing behind his eyes, but before he could begin to speak you continue. “I understand why,” You began, forcing your eyes back down to his hand. Thankfully, you had already done what you could for now with the other hand. 

“We were both panicking, and you wanted to get the ship off of the ground as soon as possible… but just because you’re the captain doesn’t mean you need to do everything on your own, you know?” You continued. 

“Let me do this for you, all you need to do is rinse out your hands with soap and water.” You said, firmer than you thought you could muster. 

Another piece of debris slips out from the space his knuckle and ring finger. The piece was just slightly larger than the others, and it looked like it hurt when it came out given that Itward’s hand twitched for a moment and the hiss between his teeth. You wondered how it even managed to get in there in the first place, and how it felt…

Not good, probably. 

You push the piece to the small pile with the others and continue. “We really need to find you some gloves, though…” You mumbled. “Maybe we can ask someone to tailor some for you since the ones on the market don’t fit you that well?”

Itward remained silent. 

“Maybe we could tie up the ends… openings… to them so they stay put?” You added thoughtfully after a moment. 

You run your finger soothingly over the knuckle where the larger debris popped out, albeit you were a little late in providing comfort. Still, the action seems to prompt Itward to relax into your arm.

“Perhaps I can go into Ithersta tomorrow and see if someone can give me a… hand…” Itward chuckled. You give him a look, and he seems rather pleased with himself. Even though he was a skeleton who couldn’t smile, you just knew that he would be doing so right here… and god damn it was it infectious. You can hardly fight the grin creeping onto your face as you half heartedly shake your head.

“How long were you waiting to use that joke?”

Itward tapped his chin with his free hand. 

“The past ten minutes, actually!” 

You shake your head again and huff lightly, but your mouth continues to betray you. You return to your work, now only having one finger left to sift through. “I guess Ziar was right, you really do have a funny bone don’t you?” 

Itward chuckles once more. “Actually, the funny bone isn’t a bone! It’s a nerve that runs down your arm, it gets its name from the sensation you receive when impacting it,” Itward corrected. You roll your eyes. 

Did… he have nerves?

Actually, now that you thought about it, Itward didn’t seem to follow normal biological functions, at least not the ones you were used to having as a human… it made sense, for one he wasn’t human and he was from a completely different plane of existence. 

You decide to file away the questions for another day, and instead focus your attention back to Itward. The toothpick in your hand makes contact with something in his hand… You rotate the pick for a bit to feel it better, and after finding a good enough angle you popped the piece out from the gap.

“I think that was the last piece,” You mumbled, and as an extra measure you drug the pick along the opening to feel for anything else. Nothing, it ran smooth through him. 

You let go of Itward’s hand and he slides it out from your palm and flexes his fingers. “Oh this is much better… thank you, Dear,” He takes the hand in his other hand and feels through it and tests each finger to make sure everything is in working order. “Very nice work…” He repeated. 

“Why thank you,” You respond back as you swipe the mess into one of your hands and walk to the nearby bin to discard it. You glance down at your own hands and purse your lips… now your own hands are covered in smudges of gunk- oil and dirt, mostly, but it’s nothing a quick wash won’t fix. 

“Let me get some water so you can clean yourself up,” You speak over your shoulder as you dip into the neighboring room to rinse your hands in the sink. Long and shallow, not too different from the ones you would see in your science class when you were still a student in your native reality. Made sense given the room was used to mix chemicals and the like. 

“There…” You say to yourself as you shake the excess of your fingers. “You’ll just need to soak for a while to get any stains off your bones, right?” You call out as you fill one of the buckets in the room with water and a few drops of soap.

You nearly jump as your back nearly makes contact with Itward’s front. In an instant he’s apologizing and steadying you, slipping the bucket of water from your hands into his.

“So sorry Darling!” He takes a step back to give you some space. “I had thought you heard me come in,” He added. 

“I didn’t startle you too badly, did I?”

You lean against the counter and allow your heart to compose itself. Shaking your head, Itward lowers back to his usual hunched posture. 

“I added some soap to the water, that should be fine right?” You break the momentary pause of silence. Itward swishes the bucket around and nods. “Yes that will work wonderfully, thank you Dear,” He gives you another soft look- his own version of a smile- before he steps out of the way so you can exit the room.

He follows behind you.

By the time you’re looking back to him Itward is shrugging off his coat as best as he can- and somehow manages to do so without the use of his hands. He lets it hang off of the back of the chair he was sitting on moments ago, and he dips his hands into the soapy water and leaves them.

“I’ll only need a half hour… we should be in Ithersta by the time I’m drying off…” He began. “You,” He says, his voice turning just slightly stern. “Are to lay down until we get there,” 

There was no use arguing with him, you knew that. After spending so many years by his side you knew that when he wanted you to rest, he was going to make sure you at the very least laid down. Soapy hands or not, he was going to find a way… and you weren’t too keen on finding out how he was going to make it work- not that you thought he was going to get angry or hurt you. 

No, he would never. 

It was your own body betraying you that finally made your stubbornness waver. “Sure, sure,” You nod, and wave him off. “I’ll be in my quarters, then… wake me up when we land?”

Itward blinked, no doubt not expecting you to go down without a fight.

He doesn’t give you the chance to backtrack and change your mind, though.

“Of course, there is still lots to be done- I’m afraid it can’t wait,” He said softly. 

You only nod, and spin on your heel.

“Very well, I’ll leave you to… that… then,” and with that you were walking down the hall to your small quarters- small, but not bad. You crawl into your bed and sink into the bedding with a long sigh. 

You flexed your hands, your own fingers now sore from picking through Itward’s.

It wasn’t enough to deter you from helping again next time, though…