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[jude-duarte-wannabe]

one order to be served by lewis carl davidson hamilton please!! oaty slice, english muffin, apple turnover and croissant with a side of tea, cider and pina colada 😁😁 reader is working remotely and having an online meeting but lewis is dying to eat her out and just do it while she was in the meeting 🥵💦

irresistible

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i think this may be my longest story yet, i have been dying to write this and get back to writing after being gone so long, i hate promising to post and then not being able to cause of work, sorry for the late reply <3 your requested prompts will be bolded

pairing; husband lewis hamilton x female wife reader

blurb; working from home while trying to hide the fact that your married and pregnant is hard when your husband can't keep is hands to himself, he's just lucky you love him aka lewis eats his wife out while she's on a zoom call

warnings; oral fem!receiving, thigh kisses, belly kisses, semi public sex, body worship, pregnancy kink. [let me know if i missed anything]

tea; semi public sex cider; body worship pina colada; pregnancy oaty slice; "you smell like me" english muffin; "i could die between these legs" apple turnover; "can you keep it down in there" changed to "can you keep it down under there" croissant; "don't you dare"

words; 3.1k

currently playing; hands to myself by selena gomez "can't keep my hands to myself, no matter how hard i'm trying to"

"oh god dammit, boba no!" you scolded your two year old calico who sat on the stool next to your laptop, swatting at the screensaver you had set, picking her up you stepped out of the little home studio you'd made for yourself during the covid days.

"lew!" you called out waiting for an answer but after not getting one, you wandered down the hall and into the living room, as you carried boba into the living room, she squirmed in your arms, clearly displeased at being removed from her new favorite perch, you sighed, scratching behind her ears to relax her "i know, i know the pretty lights are fun, but mommy needs to work."

as you entered the living room, you noticed lewis sprawled out on the couch, completely engrossed in whatever he was watching on his phone. you rolled your eyes fondly, a soft smile decorating your face as you realized why he hadn't answered your call.

"lew..." still no response as his eyes remained trained on his phone "lewis hamilton" you scolded and that caught his attention immediately, looking up at you with soft eyes as he dropped his phone.

"am i in trouble.." he gulped, looking sheepish as he responded.

"not yet," you said, your tone softening as you took in his worried expression. "but you will be if you don't start paying attention."

you merely dropped boba onto his lap and crossed your arms over your chest "please keep her out of my studio... the album is due at the end of the month and i still have three songs to finish" you groaned.

he nodded numbly which made you feel guilty for scolding him over something so silly and so you lent down and placed little kisses against his lips "i'm sorry i called you lewis" you mumbled as your thumb gently traced over his cheek. "you'll always be my lew"

you left him on the sofa, shuffling to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge but before you could move and return to your studio, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, cradling your pregnant belly lightly.

"you smell like me bub" lewis mumbled into the skin of your neck, which sent shivers zipping up and down your spine.

you leaned back into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. a soft smile played on your lips as you placed your hands over his, intertwining your fingers.

"i should hope so," you murmured, turning your head slightly to catch his eye, resting it on his shoulder. "i've been wearing your sweater all day."

he chuckled softly, his breath warm against your hair. "i noticed," he said, his arm tightening around you. "it looks incredible on you."

"well i unfortunately have to take it off soon" you groaned "stupid zoom meeting with my producer"

lewis sighed, running his fingers over your bump, the soft fabric of his over sized sweater rubbing on your skin gently. "can't you just keep it on for the meeting?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

you shook your head, a wry smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "not unless i want to explain to my producer why i'm wearing 'the' lewis hamilton's sweater" you giggled.

lewis chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "but i'd love to see see his reaction." his voice dropped into a whisper, your producer had always been flirty with you mainly because he thought you were single and lewis hated it.

you playfully swatted his arm, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach at his proximity and tone of voice. "that's horrible lew"

"i hate the way he flirts with you, your mine" he growled against the skin of your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin. "and this proves it" his finger ran over the cold metal of your wedding band.

"your lucky i love you lew, your so possessive and you and i both know you like keeping this private, i like it being just us" you giggled, removing yourself from his grip, pulling his sweater up and over your head, placing it on the counter.

you stood on your tippy toes to peck his lips "love you, i should go" and with that you made your way back to your studio, almost waddling due to the size of your belly.

as you walked, lewis couldn't help but admire you in your white floral maternity dress, he couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in his belly or resist the surge of desire that simmered within him.

lewis had always found you irresistible but now that you were pregnant he could hardly ever keep his hands to himself anymore, working on your newest album was the only break you got from his ever wandering hands.

but unfortunately for you, it seemed that not even that would be enough to stop lewis anymore, he made his way to your home studio, feet padding on the hardwood floors as he went.

you wouldn't have even known that lewis was there, leaning against the door-frame had he not accidentally bumped the door causing the hinges to squeak.

"what are you doing lew" you mumbled, taking your seat in front of your mic, lewis didn't answer your question, he merely wandered over and dropped to his knees in front of you.

his head rested in your lap, hands holding your hips as he placed kisses to your swollen belly, each of them filled with love and a gentleness that only lewis had ever shown you, it was part of the reason you'd fallen for him.

"want to taste you bub" his words were mumbled but you understood him well enough, you shook your head "don't you dare even think about it" you softly scolded, hand cupping his cheek.

but lewis wasn't in the mood to listen, he wanted to taste you and he had to do it now, the desire simmering within him was pushing him to do so, you were beautiful and he just couldn't get enough of you.

his hands trailed up your thighs, his touch feather light and making a pool of desire simmer in your own belly or was that just the baby getting hungry again, most likely the latter you thought as a giggle escaped your soft lips.

"why do i even bother" you murmured as his fingers started pulling at the band of your panties, eager to get them off and thrown into the nearest corner as soon as humanly possible.

you lifted your hips knowing if you didn't that lewis would simply rip them off you and you couldn't afford to be down yet another pair of panties all because your husband couldn't keep his hands to himself.

you watched as his head disappeared under the skirts of your dress, hands gently parting your thighs to get a better look at your dripping cunt, the way this man could affect you so easily.

he nuzzled against the soft skin of your thigh, you started to get lost in the feeling when the facetime ringtone rang out through the room causing you to jump in your seat, you were so distracted by your god of a husband that you'd basically forgotten you were meant to be facetiming your producer.

"can you keep it down under there" you asked lewis and when he hummed against your skin, you trusted him, bad choice might i say and adjusted your laptop so that both lewis and your belly were out of view before clicking 'accept call'.

"there's the star i know and love" your producer; thomas's voice rang out, you glanced at the screen and smiled as best you could, with lewis currently between your legs, the last thing you wanted to be doing right now was talking to thomas.

"hey tom" you mumbled, voice quiet in order to keep yourself from moaning as lewis kissed at your thighs, slowly inching his way towards your dripping wet cunt with every kiss.

thomas began to ramble about the new album and the last three songs that were needed and while you tried your best to listen, your focus was quickly pulled away from the computer screen and was put into staying quiet when lewis's tongue licked your cunt from bottom to top, nibbling on your clit which he knew would make you squirm.

you nibbled on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your composure as lewis worked his magic between your thighs. you could have sworn you could taste the metallic tang of blood from how hard you were gnawing on your bottom lip in that moment.

thomas's voice began to fade into a distant buzz in your ears. your fingers gripped at the arms of your chair, knuckles turning white as you fought the urge to moan.

lewis's hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. the thrill of potentially being caught only heightened your arousal. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, your body betraying your attempts to appear normal.

"taste so good" you heard lewis's mumbled voice and if you weren't so focused on trying to remain quiet and not draw attention to what was really going on, on your side of the screen you would've smacked him round the head.

thomas's face on the screen remained oblivious, still chattering away about chord progressions and potential guest artists. "what about olivia, we've been wanting to work together for awhile" you suggested when you managed to calm yourself enough to speak, your suggestion set thomas off on another tangent.

'good' you thought, that should hopefully keep him distracted for a while but you were once again pulled from your thoughts when lewis's tongue swirled around your most sensitive spots, making your thighs tremble around his head.

you were struggling to maintain your composure as lewis continued his ministrations. thomas's voice once again fading into a distant buzz as pleasure coursed through your body.

"that's actually a great idea," you managed to catch thomas say. "maybe we could arrange a writing session next week?" he suggested to which you merely nodded in return.

lewis's hands tightened on your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of your chair, the new angle sent a jolt of electricity up your spine, and you had to disguise the gasp that escaped you as a cough.

"everything okay?" thomas asked, his brow furrowing with concern, he was always concerned when it came to you, sometimes a little too much for lewis's liking.

"peachy" you squeaked, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "just recovering from a bit of a dry throat" you lied, reaching for your water bottle to make it seem real.

lewis's hands tightened on your thighs, he was going to leave bruises that was for sure but knowing your husband as well as you did, he would also make sure to kiss them better because he hated hurting you, even when you insisted you were fine.

you knew you were completely fucked however the moment you felt lewis's tongue slip inside your cunt, desperate to taste every bit of you that he could.

your breath caught in your throat as lewis's tongue explored you hungrily. every flick and swirl sending shock waves of pleasure radiating through your body, your hips began to involuntarily move against his face the best they could with your rounded swollen belly in the way, thank god it was still hidden from the cameras view.

"oh god, bub" you moaned softly, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

he growled quietly in response, the vibrations only intensifying the sensations you were currently feeling. lewis's strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he devoured you with single-minded focus, you were his top priority in this moment and his focus would remain entirely on you, until you tipped over the edge of your release.

wave after wave of bliss washed over you as lewis worked you expertly with his mouth, you could feel yourself getting close, teetering on the edge of release, just a little more...

"ah y/n, you still with me" holy fuck!, you'd completely forgotten about your producer currently working on a melody on his side of the computer screen, thomas was the most oblivius man you'd ever known and today it was working in your favor.

the fact that he somehow hadn't noticed what was going on almost made you laugh, you bit your lip hard to stop yet another soft moan from slipping past your lips and despite everything that was happening, you somehow managed to croak out a reply to thomas.

"y-yeah, just concentrating," you stammered, struggling to keep your voice steady, thomas nodded absentmindedly, completely focused on the track he was currently mixing. "what do you think of this bassline?" he asked, pressing play.

a pulsing beat filled the room, providing the perfect cover as lewis picked up his efforts, he wanted thomas to know what was going on but you were not about to let that happen, not on your watch.

"it's good," you gasped out "maybe try... ah speeding it up a bit?"

as thomas began to fiddle with the tempo, you felt yourself rapidly approaching the point of no return, lewis's skilled tongue was soon joined by his equally skilled fingers slipping inside your tight hot cunt as his mouth started to suck and nibble on your clit.

all the emotions and sensations that you were feeling was making your head dizzy, you wanted to end the call with thomas right then and there so that you could focus on lewis and lewis alone but you knew that, that wasn't about to happen unfortunately.

as lewis's movements intensified, you were struggling to maintain your composure, your breath quickened as you fingers tangled in the fabric of your dress skirt and hiked it up and around your hips.

as you did lewis looked up at you with mischievous eyes, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you, his fingers curled inside you, finding that pleasurable spongy spot inside you as his tongue flicked rapidly over your sensitive bud, you swore you could feel lewis smile agaisnt you.

"is everything alright?" thomas asked, finally beginning to notice how quiet you were being on this call compared to all the other video calls you'd shared over these past few months.

"ah.. actually no" you stammered out. "i think i might be coming down with something" you lied to thomas for a second time today.

lewis increased his pace, determined to push you over the edge, you weren't sure how much longer you were going to be able to hold on.

your breath hitched as you tried to maintain your composure, thomas's concerned voice crackled through the phone, "do you need to rest? we can talk later if you're not feeling well."

"n-no, it's okay," you managed to mutter, lewis's fingers dug into your thighs, his tongue and finger's relentless rhythm threatening to unravel you completely.

"are you sure?" thomas pressed, clearly unconvinced. "you sound... strange." panic fluttered in your chest. you couldn't let him suspect what was really happening. "i'm fine, really," you insisted, your voice strained. "just a bit of a headache." you reached for your water once more.

lewis pulled away from your cunt, his fingers slipping out of your warm cunt as well, his breath was hot against the skin of your thighs as he whispered, "tell him you have to go” oh how you prayed thomas hadn't heard that.

you felt a shiver run down your spine at lewis's command. your mind raced, torn between the overwhelming sensations that your husband was making you feel and the need to stay on the video call with thomas and finish the album.

"actually," you gasped out, "i think i might need to lie down for a bit." you had caved, mind you with a husband like lewis, who wouldn't cave when asked.

"of course," thomas replied, his voice laced with genuine concern for you "get some rest. we can catch up tomorrow."

"thanks," you whispered, your finger moved the cursor so it was hovering over the end call button. "i'll text you later." as soon as the call disconnected, a low moan escaped your lips.

lewis looked up at you again "good girl," he murmured, his voice husky with desire for you, his beautiful wife. "now, let me hear you properly."

you finally allowed you restraint crumble and you cried out, no longer having to hide the pleasure coursing through your body. "your a fucking menace lew" you scolded your husband as he went back to work, tongue flicking across your clit with renewed fervor.

lewis chuckled against your sensitive core, the vibrations sending shock waves of pleasure through you once more, his strong hands which you loved oh so much gripped at your thighs, holding you in place as you writhed in your seat.

"you love it," he murmured "no i love you" you replied, fingers tangling in with his twisted braids "my handsome handsome husband"

"don't you dare stop," you gasped, your voice hoarse with need, lewis redoubled his efforts, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so and that's when you saw stars, your back arched as waves of ecstasy washed over you

"that's it, baby," lewis encouraged, your body trembled as he guided you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, his touch now feather-light and teasing, when your breathing finally steadied, he kissed a trail up your body paying special attention to your bump before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you swore you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"you're so beautiful when you come undone," he murmured pulling away his voice low and husky, his hands rubbed at your thighs soothingly "i could die between these legs" he chuckled.

"i am so going to write a song about this" you teased with a giggle, hand cupping his cheek as you stared into the brown eyes you loved so much, that could be a pretty could be an interesting way to announce your relationship you thought.

he leaned into your touch, a soft smile playing on his lips. "oh yeah? what's it gonna be called?" he asked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

"hmm," you pondered, pretending to think hard. "how about 'the ballad of lewis's talented tongue'?" you joked.

lewis could help but burst out in laughter, burying his face in your neck, "cheeky," he mumbled against your skin, pressing a soft kiss there. "i like it though but i might have to fight you for the rights to it."

you ran your thumb across his cheek, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. "we could always collaborate," you suggested, your voice softening. "i think we would make beautiful music together."

lewis lifted his head, meeting your gaze with a tender look that made your heart skip. "we already do, love,"

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 28 (End)

CW for the series | Masterlist

You chose to let Whumpee choose (you hope they stay).

You decide to leave it up to Whumpee. You’d like them to stay with you, but they deserve the freedom to choose for themself.

The next day, you broach the topic.

“Whumpee….I know you’re getting better, and…it wouldn’t be fair for me to hold you back from your life if you’re ready to go back to whatever it was you had before. Or to move on to something new. I can’t keep you against your will anymore. I’m letting you go. I’d love it if you stayed, but if you want to leave, you’re free to. The choice is yours.”

“Oh.” They blink, taken by surprise. “Thank you.” Then more ardently, “Thank you.”

They take some time to think about it. You’ll give them as much time as they need. You like having them around.

* * *

When you wake up the next morning, Whumpee is nowhere to be found.

You suppose you can’t blame them for leaving, given what you put them through, but you can’t say you’re happy about them going. Especially without saying anything. You start making breakfast, and frown as you have to consciously remind yourself to only cook for one.

You hear your door open. You turn to look at the doorway, confused, and see Whumpee standing there.

“Whumpee?” you say in surprise. “I thought you were gone.”

“I went for a walk.”

Of course. They were still making up for lost time with the sunshine. You give them a smile, doing your best to convey that that’s fine. They have their freedom now. “Oh. No problem. I’ll get some more food cooking.” Still, you make a mental note to get them a cellphone in case things go wrong when you’re not with them. And a house key if they’re going to go out while you’re still asleep.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to do?” you ask over breakfast. You don’t want to pressure them into making a decision if they’re not ready yet, but you would like to know if they are.

“Um, I…I think I’m going to stay,” they answer, a little timidly.

“I would love to have you stay,” you respond genuinely, “On your terms this time. But if you ever change your mind, you’ll still be free to leave.”

* * *

The first thing you do after learning they’re staying is move the lock you put on their door so it locks from the inside instead of the outside. You intend to respect their privacy either way, but you hope having the ability to lock you out will give them some added security and control. You do also get them a phone and house key. And you offer to pay for any therapy they want: for all the help you’re willing to give them, you know you’re not a professional.

Over time, they continue to get happier and more at ease. Once in a while, the old fear rears its head, but you work through it and it doesn’t dominate their life. Occasionally, you have a moment where you miss the way things were before. But there are so many more moments where you appreciate what you have now. You’re glad you changed yourself and your relationship with Whumpee for the better.

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[ruinouss]

Plotted starter for @aamusedly

The cantina was new, built over the bones of a prewar store from the brick, wood, and concrete of its fallen neighbors. A wooden sign with Sagebrush painted in letters hung up front. There wasn't any electricity yet but that didn't keep it from having relatively good business as raiders, caravans, and mere travelers traded goods and filled their stomachs with food and liquor. It was a neutral ground of sorts, allowing various parties to meet for business or even find some new work as long as the rules were followed.

"Butter my ass and call me a biscuit," Faye exclaimed as a large grin broke across her face like wildfire. "Devil." She continued her path to the table the man was seated at and leaned forward, her right arm propped on the table as her left hand rested on her hip. A thrill coursed through her as she recognized the peculiar man as a raider she had had several exchanges with.

"How the hell are ya? Mind if I join ya?" She asked, already taking the seat across from him. He looked different in a way she couldn't put her finger on. He still sported the deathclaw horns his gang had been known for but noted he was no longer sporting the usual Chimera attire. "Don't tell me those idiots kicked you out."

Faye waited for an answer this time, removing the cowboy hat and placing it on the table beside her. The worn leather bag she toted around was brought to her lap where she began rummaging for a box of matches and a cigarette. When her fingers touched the tin case she pulled it out and popped open the lid of her own rolled cigarettes. Bringing one to her lips she offered one of the remaining sticks to Devil as she pulled out the box of matches. Faye removed one, struck the head against the igniter, and lit the tip of her own cigarette with it.

[likezoink]

It wasn't every day you got to meet your heroes and Shaggy was more than aware of that when he was meeting nightmares after nightmares. Masked "villains" all looking to make more bang for their buck-- but every so often they'd run into something a little above their pro bono pay grade. And though the situation would always seem nearly dire in Shaggy's eyes... somehow, oh just somehow, a super would come along. Supers that Shaggy couldn't help being a fanboy over, and truth be told-- @hegrudges was absolutely one of his favorites.

With "Deathtrap" (as he called himself) dispatched and removed from the equation, Shaggy was taking the time to wander over to where Deadpool was. He had no idea what happened to the man that'd been nearly seconds away from killing them all, but he didn't care to ask. He knew better than to. Especially with the likes of the merc. It was better not to know. "Like, man," Shaggy drags from where he'd come up near the red suited super, "I'm such a crazy big fan of yours!"

[ravenshour]

@hellfireheroes | plotted starter

it was an exciting day for Jamie. he's been a fan of Eddie's band for a while now and being able to actually see them live was the most spectacular thing to happen to them all week, especially because it was a last minute thing. after seeing the show, Jamie didn't think his day could get any better---that is until they stopped at a diner later in the night and ordered some waffles and chocolate milk when you know who walks into the diner? fucking Eddie, that's who.

of course, it looks like he's trying to be discreet and maybe Jamie shouldn't bother him, but after hearing about everything that had happened with Eddie and in Hawkins, he was curious and wanted to see if he could get the rockstar onto his podcast so that they could have a real life experience on the show---THAT would be cool. so, with that in mind, Jamie stands up and approaches the table where Eddie is sat and clears his throat. "excuse me? Eddie?" well, he couldn't just walk up there and completely ambush him, now could they? gotta start slow and that's exactly what he's going to do.

[curseconsumed]

@valiancie

The moon was full that night, illuminating the Nash estate like a glowing beacon. It was cold for summer – unseasonably cold – and Elizabeth Morrow trekked swiftly along the grounds, tightening her fingers around the cape at her throat. She intended to read for a bit in the barn. Despite it not being safe, there was a restless, unsettled pull in her stomach that compelled her to sit with the horses. Animals, no matter the type, tended to warm her far more than any human companionship, and on this night she was in dire need of company.

Upon entering the barn, she set down the lantern she’d been carrying and moved over to Gunpowder, her favorite of the well-bred steeds. His white hair practically glowed within the candlelight, and she smiled while moving over to stroke his flank. “Hello, there,” Elizabeth whispered. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a s.pell?”

He nickered in response and she grinned, rubbing his nose. Taking that to mean “yes,” she happily sank onto the dirty ground by his stall and curled her knees toward her chest. Beneath her cloak, she unearthed the worn, dog-eared letter she’d read and re-read by her cousin, Samuel. She hadn’t heard from him in three whole months… Though not unusual for correspondence to be spotty during w.ar, Elizabeth dreaded any potential news that he might have been killed or struck ill.

Opening the letter with shaking fingers, Elizabeth once more read through Samuel’s stilted, sloppy scroll, only to jerk at the distant whinny of a horse. That surely didn't belong to the Nashes...all of their thoroughbreds were in for the night.

Brow creasing, Elizabeth listened in confusion, tilting her head toward the sound of the noise. Despite it being a fledgling gift of hers, she could make out a faint glow, almost like the figure of a man outlined by candle flame. He was several yards ahead of at least five men on horseback -- from what she could discern, he was dodging through the woods while the others remained on the main path. Unfortunately, it seemed these men were roaming the estate. In this time and age, it was quite common for thieves to pillage, so she could easily imagine what these strangers wanted.

Determined, Elizabeth rose from off the ground in search of the musket Dr. Desmond Nash, the p.atriarch of the estate, kept hanging on the far barn wall. With shaking hands, she drew the weapon downward, then checked the flash pan to see if it was loaded with gunpowder. It wasn’t.

Cursing under her breath, Elizabeth rummaged through a neighboring basket, then withdrew a paper cartridge before ripping it open with her teeth. From her peripheral, she could sense the first figure clumsily approaching.

After loading the gunpowder into the flash pan, Elizabeth took the metal rod off the musket and jerked it in and out of the barrel, all the while creeping toward the closed barn doors. The man was nearly upon her now…

With the musket fully loaded, Elizabeth took a breath, then ripped open the left barn door. In a flash, she jerked the musket upright and pointed it toward the shadowed figure, her hands shaking as she seethed, “Not another step! Don’t come any closer!”

Sallow light from her lantern danced across the man’s face, but he was unfamiliar to her -- she’d never seen him in Lufton before. Mouth growing dry, she shifted the musket so that the b.utt rested against her shoulder. “Please,” she begged, “I don’t want to hurt you -- just turn around and go!”

[niieve]

OPEN TO: @tightropc BASED ON: plot in source

"'the fuck are you staring at me like that for?" the attention of a pretty girl wasn't something terrible, he supposed, but there was something about her, especially lately, that just made harley uneasy. it was like she saw him as some sort of lost puppy, something to protect, and cherish, seemingly completely ignoring the hardened, rough, bad boy image he'd worked so hard on cultivating over the years -- and it annoyed the hell out of him. had she not gotten the memo? he wasn't a people person, not the kind of guy that was interested in having some sort of bestie, or whatever she was after here. everyone else seemed to understand that, so... why couldn't she? "do you seriously not having anything better to do, besides bug me all afternoon?"

[spring-lxcked]

@gateway31 liked for a starter.

With William's interest in engineering and tech, it was little surprise that he would have ended up at a nearby tech showcase event. He was always on the lookout for ways to improve his own creations, and viewing up and coming new products and concepts could leave him jittering with anticipation to get back into his workshop. That brimming energy was only visible, however, in how his eyes lit up—something far more genuine than his usual expressions.

He glanced sideways at a woman standing nearby, presumably viewing the same exhibit as him. He took the opportunity to speak, thumbs hooked in his pockets and a smile in place, "It's incredible, isn't it? How quickly technology progresses." It wasn't often he had the chance to talk to someone other than Henry who might understand even a drop in the pool of his knowledge of engineering. Reaching out to strangers at a gathering of like-minded individuals was one of his rare opportunities.

"William Afton," he introduced himself with a faint incline of the head. "I'm here looking for. . . inspiration for my own work. Is that what brings you here too?"

[xfindingtrouble]

“i  must  apologize  for  trying  to  bite  you  so  often.” / from Molly, who is admittedly not sorry

" I don't believe you. " percy speaks bluntly, lifting his brows to emphasize the point. Percy is sure he's being teased & his gaze dances between mollymauk & the wall behind them for a moment. The first time molly had bitten him, well... it had caused a few questions to buzz around in the back of Percy's mind. Now, the habit acted as a demand for Percy's attention. It was an endearing ritual. A fail-safe, of sort.

His hand lingers on his own shoulder, Molly's most recent target. There is a pleasant sting that lingers from the bite that he wants to agitate, embrace. No matter where Mollymauk's teeth met his skin, he always seemed to melt into their sharp edge. A break in Percy's concentration that was outstandingly effective. it was difficult not to chase molly like a high. They had a way of making Percy's lungs feel out of place, each breath a vibration through his body.

Even when he remembers to swat them away, he misses them. Not that he would admit it aloud. Percy could only imagine he would never hear the end of it if he did. Despite his reluctance to share the sentiment, it's still written on his flushed face. Mollymauk was smart, though. they had an eye for those sorts of things. It made sense that the panicked interest that glinted in Percy's eyes had only fed the fire. Percy was sure that Molly could hear when his heartbeat picked up, fluttering helplessly in his chest. It was like an infuriating invitation. Any half-baked protests were unconvincing as Percy could not hide his truth. He liked this. Perhaps he would like another.

"Bite all you want. " though he chooses his words carefully, there is a boldness that drives them. He leans in a bit closer, his expression cooling off a bit as his brain remembers how to function. How to think. Percy hooks a finger beneath Mollymauk's chin, holding their gaze. His words are a poorly-hidden challenge," but don't be surprised when I return the favor. "

[honorhearted]

@voxvulgi

The Grey Whale Tavern was filled with the sounds of merriment that evening. While Ben attempted to keep to himself in the far corner, tucked away and with a book in hand, several men were gathered together around a piano and loudly -- not to mention, obnoxiously -- singing "The Rebels" in out of tune harmony.

Come take up your glasses, each true loyal heart,

And may every rebel meet his due dessert,

With their hunting-shirts, and rifle guns.

Despite his ruse, Ben couldn't resist a brief lip curl. It was easy enough to feign support amongst loyalists -- some of his own friends were in support of the king, after all -- but every now and then, he felt a fiery, knee-jerk reaction to impugn their misguided opinions, their lies propagated in spaces much like this one. They were being taken advantage of...couldn't they see that?

Tamping down his urge to make a choice remark, Ben gave a startled jerk once he realized someone else had spoken the words he wished to express. An angry rebel sympathizer emerged from the crowd, shouting drunken oaths and waving his fists. Within moments, the room was overcome by a whirlwind of punches and jabs, and Ben leapt to his feet just as the fighting tore toward him like a great storm. Somehow amidst the fray, one drunken fool seemed to believe Ben had been the one who struck him, so the man lashed out with sloppy smacks and punches.

Ben was all too quick to defend himself. A part of him was glad to strike out at this stranger, though he would never admit as such, and when someone walloped him against the head from behind, his form of release became terribly short-lived. His vision pitched and wavered, and then he dropped to his knees before painting out in a sea of black.

--

When Ben awoke again, the back of his head was throbbing in a painful thrum-thrum-thrum. Lashes fluttering, he groaned and then slowly opened his eyes, bemused as his double vision shivered, wobbled, and then formed into the face of one man.

On impulse, Ben lurched up and scrabbled backwards, only to immediately regret it once his head started to spin. "W-where...? Who...?" he croaked. Blinking the fog from his eyes, he looked around and realized he was still in the tavern, but that most everyone else had departed. Perhaps the tavern owner had kicked out the troublemakers after the brawl?

Swallowing back his nausea, Ben exhaled and pressed a hand to the back of his head, only to wince once he drew it back down and discovered a bloom of red across his palm. "What happened?" he asked the man. It took him a moment to realize he recognized him -- he was the one playing the piano that incited the whole damnable incident.

[grmadon]

{ ✧ @viladlind || FIYERO }

Lloyd typically wasn't the type to window shop. Or, truth be told-- shop in general. He had only gone when he got a chance for a rare break, and that was if and only if one of his teammates wanted to get him out of the monastery.

With the amount of time he has on his hands now, Lloyd had more chances to do what he couldn't do at home- and who was he to go and deny his inner curiosity and do just that?

... Though, after passing by just a couple of shops and seeing a large amount of clothing he could pick up and wear at some point, he remembers quickly why he chooses to not look through the windows of shops when he doesn't have money--

Because the desire to get everything he could, when he knew couldn't afford it, only made the want for it stronger.

"...Dang it." He mumbles, a frown forming on his face as he stops at a shop with a jacket displayed at the front. It's nothing spectacular- just his favorite shade of green, but it looked fuzzy, and damn-! It looked cozy.

"This was a mistake."

[angclnumber]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @qvietsighs !

NOA WASN'T IN THE BUSINESS OF LOSING . at least not when she could help it . not when it was preventable . this felt preventable . this weight of defeat on all of their shoulders now as they make their way back into the locker room, sweaty, beaten, and in noa's case, at least a little bit pissed off about it . and noa can hear coach's words echoing in their head as they drag off their jersey . it's no one's fault . they all did the best they could today, and they'll all do better next time . it's bullshit . sugarcoated bullshit . sweet bullshit, noa will give the coach that . but bullshit nonetheless . it was someone's fault . "so, are you going to tell us all what happened out there or are we supposed to guess ?" noa asks abruptly, her voice cutting through the gloom of the locker room like a particularly sharp knife . her gaze is on elliot, unwavering in a way that makes it impossible to mistake who she's directing the accusation to . she can hear a handful of sighs from the other members of the team, catches a mumble of 'here we go again' that prompts her to continue with, " no, cause i wanna know ." they shrug then, lips pulling down into a frown with it . "what the fuck, elliot ? you have a shot basically wide open for you and you decide to, what ? take a nap ? daydream ?"

[goddessrisen]

     for too long had the celestial palace been her only solace, a solitary reprieve from royal affairs. the goddess forgot about the vast cosmos outside her halls, for little else mattered except her prosperity. she grew complacent, docile even, as solitude chipped away at primordial emotion, leaving emptiness in its wake. millennia passed as the goddess passively looked on from her palace, statuesque in nature. had the winter rose not disturbed her quiet solitude, she would have faded into obscurity, a bright nebula the only reminder of a once greater celestial being.

     slowly, almost mechanically so, she turned to face her guest, welcoming her inside. the ethereal beauty of the goddess's face did little to hide the cracks along her visage, silken flesh hiding the vast nebula contained within. plush tiers attempted a smile, skin cracking ever so much as she did so.

     " i welcome you, @florspinae. though i must apologize about the lack of fanfare . . . i'd thought my realm long forgotten. but rest first, business can be discussed later. "   her voice, though raspy   &&   cracking with disuse, was melodic in nature, a soft whisper akin to the cosmic beauty of the night sky. 

x

[dadbots]

Happy holidays / Yule / upcoming traditions. 🖤

[gentlemanthiief]

from @tenebriism :

" Of COURSE I'm not sure! Nothing's EVER sure! " // Doctor Who Starters, Lio to Akira!

Doctor Who Prompts || accepting

Akira flinched back when Lio responded so sharply. He knew their leader was under intense pressure, especially after nearly losing an entire food shipment to an Interceptor that managed to tail the last salvage group out of the city. Figuring out new supply routes on top of their already miles long list of things to do in and around the settlement was enough to make even Akira exhausted by proxy. ❝ I know this isn't easy, Lio. I'm not trying to make you doubt yourself. I just . . . ❞

The Burnish boy hesitated, a fingernail raking anxiously along the cuticle of his thumb, clenched at his side. Akira hadn't recalled ever seeing Lio so frayed before, but he also only recently got to see Lio frequently at all. Perhaps he was always this stressed, and just fairly good at hiding it. A trait Akira knew all too well.

❝ Help me help you. Tell me what I can do to make this easier for you. ❞ he pleaded, bringing his hands up in an offering gesture. ❝ You took command of Mad Burnish so quickly and easily because it comes so naturally to you. Gueira and Meis stepped aside to support you instead of making all the decisions. But has nobody ever stopped to ask you whether or not you need help ? Be honest. ❞

[uzurakis]

hii! could you please do like after a really big argument it like gets to the point that the reader wants to break up with then and how they would handle it? i just request that choso is one of them<3

WANT US TO BREAK UP, YOU SAY?

featuring: choso kamo. gojo satoru. nanami kento. fushiguro megumi.

n. hi nonnie! thanku for the req. i usually don't write for choso, this is the first time i'm writing for him, i hope it doesn't stray out of his character. confession: i didnt proofread so.. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU

the room was heavy with silence after your heated argument. you stood near the desk, arms crossed, emotions swirling. as for him, gojo leaned against the wall, his sunglasses off, revealing eyes that bore into you with a mix of frustration.

"this isn't working, satoru," you fidgeted your nails and shifted your feet. "i think we should break up."

he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you. "hell no," he said firmly, those blue eyes you know so well never leaving yours. "i'm not letting that happen."

you clenched your fists, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. "you can't just decide that for me. we’ve been fighting constantly, and it’s exhausting.”

the man crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping just in front of you. "we're not breaking up," he repeated, voice low and steady. "you're upset, i'm mad, and we had a fight, but that doesn't mean we break up."

tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. "you don't get it, satoru. i can't keep doing this.”

he reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping your wrist. "you’re not leaving," he said, his tone softening but still commanding. "we can fix this. together."

you tried to pull away, but his grip held you in place. "toru, this isn't just about one fight.” then his grip changed into him interlocking his fingers with you. “we keep hurting each other…”

his expression softened, but his grip remained steady. "i know, and i'm sorry, darling. but running away won't solve anything. i love you, and i'm willing to fight for us."

NANAMI KENTO

nanami’s expression remained calm, but you could see the tension in his eyes. he took a deep breath and walked over to you, his movements slow and deliberate. “please, sit down,” he said softly, gesturing to the couch. “we need to talk about this calmly.”

you hesitated, still seething with emotion, but his gentle tone made you relent. you sat down, crossing your arms defensively. nanami sat beside you, maintaining a respectful distance but close enough to show he was there for you.

“why do you want to break up?” he asked, his voice steady and soothing.

“like i said,” stating once again. unlike his, your voice cracked. “i feel like we don't have time for each other, not like we used to.”

he nodded, listening intently. “i understand,” he said, his tone even. “but breaking up isn’t the solution, sweetheart. we need to address it.”

nanami reached out, taking your hand in his. his touch was warm and reassuring. “every relationship has its challenges,” he said gently. “what matters is how we handle them. i believe we can work through this if we’re both willing to try.”

CHOSO KAMO

his eyes widened in shock, and before you could react, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you. his embrace was firm yet gentle, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. “please, don’t say that,” he whispered, his voice filled with desperation. “you can’t just say that, baby.”

you struggled against his hold, tears streaming down your face. “choso, don’t hold me back..”

he held you tighter, saying soothing words despite the urgency. “i know it’s been hard for both of us, but never say that, i don't want to hear you say that again.”

feeling the warmth and genuineness of his embrace, you drew in a shaky breath and found yourself losing resolve. “i just, i don’t know what to do with us.” your voice breaking.

choso loosened his hold just enough to meet your gaze, his love and concern visible in his eyes. “every relationship has its struggles, but i'm sure we both can overcome them. i love you, and i’m committed to working through this with you. so please, i dont want to give up on us yet."

he gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. “i’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. are you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

your boyfriend’s shocked eyes became wider. “what? no!” he took a step forward, expressing a mix of disbelief and urgency. “that’s not how you solve this problem.”

with a hand raked through his hair, he was clearly frustrated. "i understand that we've been fighting a lot, but splitting up isn't the answer. we have to discuss our concerns and work towards–”

“i’m fucking trying, okay?” you hurried to cut his explanation. “you always have a logical answer for everything,” biting your lower lip, is he seeing that you don't need reasoned answers? but simply, perhaps some reassurance? “but it doesn’t change how i feel. it hurts, and i don’t see a way out of this.”

megumi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “i’m sorry.”

“…”

“look, i need you to hear me,”

“i don’t want to fight either, heck, i’m too tired to argue,” he gently pulled you into an embrace. “but i don’t want to lose you. i can't promise you, but we can find a way to make this better."

"let’s be patient and work through our problems one step at a time.”

@uzurakis