#BABY IN THE INVENTORY HELLO???

[rafeandonlyrafe]

i am a rich man

words: 1k

warnings: misogyny, brief mention of violence, reader is a kook

a/n: im on vacation starting tomorrow monday 1/22-friday so i will not be posting any new fics for this week!

“have you decided what car you want baby?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you scroll through the dealerships website.

“i’ve narrowed it down to two.” you tilt your phone towards rafe, letting him look at one car before navigating to the other tab to show him.

“why don’t you test drive both and decide after that? and if you like both, just buy both.” rafe shrugs. it was weird for him at first being with someone who had even more money than his family, but now he’s grown used to it, liking knowing you can support yourself if needed, even though rafe likes to buy most things for you.

“good point.” you hum. “i’d have to park one on the driveway though, my dad is only giving me one spot in the garage.” you pout. your dad has a mild obsession with sports cars, and therefore three of the four spots in the garage were already taken.

“lets not worry about it now, figure it out after you see them in person.” rafe says, and you nod, getting up off the couch to head to the dealership, glad that rafe agreed to drive you and test the cars with you, mainly because you didn’t want to spend the day without him.

it’s a long drive to the nearest dealership that had cars in your price range, but you don’t mind as you sing along to your favorite songs playing through rafes trucks speakers, always letting you be the dj even if he can’t stand some of the girly pop songs that you play.

“almost there.” rafe reaches over, squeezing your thigh as the dealership finally comes into view.

“thank god.” you groan. “my butt is starting to go numb.” “don’t talk about your butt when we are about to be in public.” rafe warns, glancing over at you as you giggle.

“sorry baby.” you say, in a voice that tells rafe that you’re not at all sorry.

“let me drop you off at the front, i’ll park the car then join you inside.” rafe says upon pulling in and realizing that there are no close parking spots, and he doesn’t want to make you walk outside for longer than he has to.

“mmkay, thanks baby.” you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, always extra appreciative and lovey on rafe when he does sweet things for you, even if its just something little.

you hop out of the truck, heading inside the main showroom of the dealership.

“hello, ma’am!” a sales associate instantly hurries over to you. “i’m john, did you have an appointment?” “no, but i’ve checked out your inventory online and i know what i’d like to test drive today.” you say with a fake smile right back, already not liking the condescending attitude that john is giving off.

“alright, well lets take a seat at my desk and you can tell me your budget.” john walks you over to his cubicle, and before he can begin talking you’re joined by rafe.

“this is my boyfriend, he’s helping me pick out a car today.” you say as he sits down next to you, reaching over and looping your fingers through his, already eyeing up john as he tries to size him up.

“hello, sir.” john smiles. “so what is your budget?” he addresses the question at rafe, making your eyebrows scrunch together.

“well,” you answer, making johns gaze flick quickly to you, “budget isn’t an issue. i know what two cars i would like to look at.”

“okay, if you just want to tell me the models i will pull them up.” john turns the computer screen so you all can see as you tell him the two cars that peaked your interest the most.

“and i assume you will be financing?” he hums. you glance at rafe, shocked that he would have the audacity to assume anything.

“no.” rafe answers for you. “in full.” “okay, that makes sense that you will be paying, sir.” john says, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just imply that you wouldn’t be able to afford the car.

“as said before, i will be the one purchasing the car, so while my boyfriend is here to help me, i am your customer.” you clear up, hand squeezing rafes as you try to hold back your anger, knowing you can get just as fired up as him.

“sorry, just don’t see many young women being able to buy cars like these outright.” he says before quickly switching the subject, going through some of the specs of the vehicles. “and the cost on that one is $94,000.”

“wait a minute.” you rub your forehead, getting tired of this mans bullshit. “while i said money was no issue, that doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you get away with scamming me. that car is worth no more than 75.” “well, ma’am, there are various-” “no.” you shake your head. “i have done my research on these vehicles and i know that ever 75 is on the high end.” “let me double check my figures.” john swallows nervously, turning the screen so only he can see it as you send a look at rafe, seeing he’s struggling just as much as you not to reach across the desk and smack the misogynistic sales associate across the face.

“my apologies, i must have accidentally selected an additional maintenance package. it is $74,000.” john says.

“that sounds much more reasonable, but i will not be purchasing a car from someone who tries to scam me out of my money just because they think i’m a dumb girl. get me a different sales associate, now.” you command.

john scurries away from the desk, the stark opposite of the cockiness air that he had when you first arrived.

“jesus, you’re hot when you’re scary.” rafe says, looking you up and down as you smirk at your boyfriend, knowing while you’re usually sickly sweet, when a man irks you wrong, it brings out your full wrath.

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[nerdieforpedro]

He told me his name

The Mandalorian/ Din Djarin x plus size female reader

My entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 1.3k

Summary: It's not clear if you enter The Mandalorian's orbit or you enter his, but slowly the two of you are growing closer.

Warnings: vague mentions of mechanic work, HANDS (It's my thing about Din okay?!), fluff, some violence, blood, injuries and first aid

Notes: I've wanted to write another Din fic for a while and didn't have any sparks. Then I read @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin 's Din fic (Sorgan girls Are Easy) she put out yesterday which is excellent. I had my spark. ⚡️ Though the fic I wrote isn't similar to hers at all. Not even in the same category. 🤣 My fic is very moody. I might write a follow-up one shot to this. Not another series!

Dividers are by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Main Masterlist / Din Djarin Masterlist /Our Journey Across the Star Ocean

Lingering near your workstation had you curious, but you chalked it up to just being curious about how you worked. You’re aware that your organization, separation and tinkering can be slower than other mechanics but it also means you don’t need to double check your work as often.

The Mandalorian was intimidating and never rude or even commanding. In fact he was polite and let Peli speak to him pretty casually. You only said hello and goodbye.

That’s why it struck you with surprise when Peli asked during one evening card game with the droids if you’d consider riding with the “walking tin can” as she put it. You blinked and asked why you, shouldn’t he be asking her to come with him. She told you that she had a business to run and she’s not gallivanting around with a trigger happy bounty hunter who has to keep track of an adorable but absurdly strong baby. 

“You need some excitement anyway. You’ll just waste away here without any good memories or fun stories to tell. It will just be a life of regrets of paths not taken.”

Her words rang in your head as the small green child sat in your lap. The Mandalorian was at the controls, silently charting their course. Was this a good decision?

He allowed you to come with him when he got his tracking fobs and when he turned in his bounties. The first touch was between your shoulder blade to your back, guiding you and the child through the market back to the Razor Crest.

The second was when his gloved hands touched yours while trying to improve your aim using a blaster. His voice was more gentle than his normal flat one. Closer to what he used with Grogu but still not as much warmth. It was enough to have you believe him to be kind.

The third happened after he brought a bounty back to the ship and he saw Grogu patting your cheeks as you spoke to him. Explaining about what different bolts did, it looked like you were organizing your tools again. His gloved hand was placed on your shoulder which had you peer up at his t-visor. He gave you a nod and went to inventory his weapons. Maybe it wasn’t just kindness. Maybe he believes you to be useful, a smile creeps along your face.

Such small gestures continued until you took Grogu out for a walk. 

It was a fairly green planet and Din said it was safe, you didn’t wander far from the ship as it was still in view. The first crawling plant you saw and shot it through and through with your blaster. The second, nipped your leg but you were able to knock it off and shot it twice. On the way back to the ship you were clear, but one jumped the gangway and a tentacle sliced across your back before you were able to turn and shoot it. You limped back into the Razor Crest and were able to clean and dress your leg but not your back. Grogu wouldn’t stop screaming and you kept moving him away from you to not get blood on the poor child.

The bounty hunter saw you, quickly put his bounty on carbonate and grabbed the bacta spray. He spoke to his son and was able to calm him slightly as he ripped your shirt and bra to try and access the wound on your back but the blood and secretions in your wound from the tentacle made it increasingly difficult as you bled. 

“I apologize for this. I’ll need to cut off the rest of the back of your shirt to clean and apply the spray and…” He paused. The Mandalorian you know never paused, he was always measured in his speech, even with Grogu. “It may be easier for me to do if I remove my gloves. They’ve become too slick with your blood. Is that alright?” You found it puzzling that he was asking permission considering it’s one of the main tenets of his religion. You didn’t care either way as long as the bleeding and pain stopped. 

“It’s fine Mando. Do what you need to do. Grogu’s okay right? I didn’t get any blood on him, I think.”

You closed your eyes and heard the Mandalorian give a few curses as he removed his gloves, warm calloused fingers were dabbing your back and applying pressure. After holding it a few minutes, you felt the cool spray of the bacta and some patches being applied with more pressure. There seemed to be less pain and your back didn’t feel like a dripping pool so you counted your lucky stars and thanked the Maker that the bounty hunter had come back earlier than later. You felt something soft spread over your body and you were lifted off the floor of the ship and brought to your cot. How did he lift you so easily? Did beskar help with that? You didn’t think so, but you know next to nothing about the stuff. It was there that you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke later, Grogu had tucked himself on your pillow with a small green hand on your cheek. It made you feel happy to see the little green one next to you, but you felt something in your hand. It was what had been on your back. Mando had one of his gloves off and was holding your hand with his bare one. His other hand was touching Grogu’s back but his glove was on. You turned away for a moment to let a tear fall. He cares about you, you’re more than useful, maybe.

Grogu remained asleep but Mando awoke, squeezing your hand in his. “You’re awake? Has the pain subsided? I should check-” You turned back to shush him and carefully sat up, the blanket falling off your partially and he released your hand to pull it around you. The back of your shirt was open and had fallen forward some when you got up, but not expose anything thankfully.  “You should keep warm. We’re on our way back to turn in the bounty. I-I am sorry.”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. They came out of nowhere. I was able to not get killed because of the blaster shots you had me practice and Grogu’s safe so-” Since you’re not holding Mando’s hand any longer, you grasp the blanket, to have something in your hand.

“You were not safe. You were hurt badly. Do…I would not blame you if you wanted to leave.” His register is low, not threatening, but there’s sadness in it. He was sitting at your bedside mere moments ago. You wished to hop back in time and keep still so you wouldn't wake him. Just to have stayed in that moment a bit longer…

“I refuse to go. I will not. You’ll have to toss me off. I’ve seen so many things and places and I want to see that much more. You’re stuck with me Mando.” The blanket drops as you release it and you grab his bare hand with both of yours. “I’m not going to but. I just don’t want to go.” Speaking as you lock your eyes on his t-visor, a deep hum is heard from the hunter, but you remain firm.

“I am called Din. Please do so while it’s just the three of us.” His thumb ran across your palm and tickled your skin making you chuckle. “You will remain and hopefully I will hear more of your laugh.” Your smile only grows with his answer. “Please rest for now. Our journey isn’t over.”

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[greycaelum]

Hello,how are u?

I've been a fan of your writing for a while now,and im really in need of some comfort

If you can,could u pls write a oneshot gojo x fem!reader where reader is also a sorcerer and one year younger than gojo and they've been friends for so long,and one day reader's mother talks about her marrying someone she doesnt like (her mother tells it from kindness) and it messes reader up to the point of panic attack and crying?and she calls satoru so he could help her calm down?

(you decide whether reader and gojo are in a secret relationship or not.)

Im in need of comfort rn and i would love to see ur writing on this matter

Kaleidoscope Series—Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters: {Pacify Her}

—Gojo Satoru X Sorcerer Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness. 

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

𑁍 Genre: angst to comfort, traditional arrange marriage

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (2k)— spoilers for anime only! mentions of teen years & Hidden Inventory Arc, arrange marriage, secret relationship— use of endearments (baby and sweetheart), crying, locking self in the closet, implied panic

𑁍 A/N: Hi sweetheart, work has been keeping me, I'm sorry that this one took a while even though I tried to do it as soon as possible, I hope everything will get better soon and this one helps to comfort you. Sending you a very tight hug! —Grey,

He's obnoxious.

Gojo Satoru in his teens is a menace. One that crawls up on you every time he spots your shadow to pull your hair and poke fun at you.

You've known the man since your first year in college. Nanami often looks at you in worry and helplessness whenever Gojo Satoru comes over to tease you. Haibara looks up to him and would often join in the fun, unbeknownst of your irritation.

Good old day, you've come to treasure deep in your heart. When everything was easier. When life seems to be lighter.

You came from a fairly influential sorcerer clan. Prized for your reversed curse technique that paved your way in the jujutsu society in the less physical struggle over brutal means. But that didn't spare you from stomaching the horrendous scenes curses can inflict. Haibara was the catalyst of your life's turning point.

Everyone started falling out. You see your raven-haired senior left without a goodbye, leaving nothing but the biggest tragedy in your generation. Nanami left as well, unable to take the bullshit of the people behind the power sacrificing the lesser ones as pawns to maintain their status and influence. And Satoru...

"Are you leaving?"

On a cold night, he found you staring at the stars under the tree nearby the training grounds. A bag strapped on your back, and normal clothes you'd wear for your day off. You could see exhaustion brimming around him even though he was in the shadows.

"Everything is in shambles." You sighed, tucking your chin on your knees. "Are youleaving?" You watch him slip his hands into the pockets of his pants and look up at the sky.

You watch your senior's face, he looks so young as you trace his jaws to the softness of his cheeks, the faint glimmer in his ocean eyes from the slit of his sunglasses holds the weariness he has to suppress for so long, slipping through the night.

You have to think again that this man is just a year older than you, still, a teenager in adolescence that is forced to play soldier. Gojo Satoru has become so distant you can barely recognize the youth despite the pretty face he has.

"I can't." He answered after a long time.

And you just know the indifference of that answer. The feeling of being unable to walk away despite wanting to.

"Thought so. Guess we have a long time annoying each other, senpai." You chuckled and stood up, dusting yourself and turning in the direction of the dorm you started walking.

A force collided against your back and your ears are being rubbed until you squirm and glare at the perpetrator.

"Uh-huh? Looking forward to that brat." He just grinned and ruffled your hair.

You can't pinpoint it anymore. Was it when you covered him with your overcoat so he could just hide and swallow his exhaustion as you sit beside him, holding his hands inside his Infinity? Or was it when he started finding you every day, dragging you with him and Shoko? Or was it when he took your hand and your heart felt at peace amid the chaos?

"I'm tireddddddd~" Satoru let out a long sigh and rub his face against your back while his long arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you perched on his thighs.

"Satoru, there are people outside!" You tried squirming away, even pinching the man off of you but to no avail. He's latched unto you like a leech. It's so embarrassing to be caught like this, the only ones who knew are Ijichi, Shoko, and Principal Yaga. Other than that, you're viewed as Satoru's favorite kouhai. Unbeknownst to them, you and this menace have been going out since you were 19.

"Who cares?" He pulled down his blindfold and batted those pretty lashes. Satoru blew you a kiss and giggled at your sour expression. "How could you be so cute? Just like me." He coos at you.

You turned away huffing with your arms crossed over your chest and let yourself be cradled into your beau's arms.

"I have to go to the ancestral house later, my Mom asked me to come. Just reheat the food I left in the fridge and don't stay up late."

Satoru nodded and shifted you to the side, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"Should I pick you up?" Satoru quietly asked, even though he already knows the answer.

"No, they'll get suspicious." You bit your lip. "I'm sorry..."

It's been years and yet your relationship is kept behind the curtains. Satoru has never thought he'd be one to be kept a secret, but after your persuasions even though he badly wants to drive off the men lurking around you whenever they think you're single. Risking your safety to prove your relationship is not enough, he agreed this is for the best.

"Nothin' for you to be sorry for sweetheart." Satoru kissed the top of your head. "Just call me when you're done then I won't worry much."

Being brought up in a more dynamic and liberated childhood, growing up, you know you had it easier than other sorcerers. Your clan may not be part of the elites, but it is an established and recognized clan that is important to the jujutsu society for the special ability of reversed curse technique.

"Mother," you called the regal woman talking with your distant relative.

"Dear, we've been waiting for you. How about you changed into comfortable clothes first then look for us in the study?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

You did as you were told, changing into a furisode prepared for you and led down to the study. When you opened the door you found your grandmother, and mother waiting inside. Seeing the stern look on your grandmother's face you suddenly felt the pressing matter this talk is about to make. Your heart pounded and anxiousness started filling you up as you took a seat across from your mother.

"It's the time for you to get married Y/n. Do you like any man right now?"

"G-Grandmother?" You stuttered and look at the straight-faced woman in disbelief. Her eyes held nothing but seriousness. It's as if he could slice through anything with her gaze.

"You've never brought a man home, I'm afraid you'll be a spinster if I do not intervene. The son of the Chiba Clan is a proper and respectable man. He can provide for you and keep you safe." There's finality in her voice that has no room for your reason. When you look at those eyes, you see your Grandmother has already finished everything before you could speak anything about this matter. "Life is short, in this world we're moving. Don't waste that time being all alone." Your Grandmother stood up and pat your shoulder, she quietly left the study leaving you and your mother.

"Dear..." Your mother's voice called you, and her eyes held you in softness. 

"Why didn't you ask me, first Mother?" Your heart felt as if it was made of sand collapsing as you realise the betrayal. You never want to be angry at her. You know she loves you and looks out for the best of your interest. But this one simply breaks your heart.

"Because we know this will be your reaction. You work tirelessly, barely coming home. I simply wish for someone to care for you. Someone who will look out and care for you."

"I could take care of myself." Your eyes watered. Why? Why are you deciding on my life without my opinion?

Your mother looks at you, and sadness clouds in her eyes. "I'm very sorry, but please try. You give yourself away too much in your work, is it so bad to wish that you have someone stay by your side?"

"No mother. But I—" Satoru's face flashed in your mind. Really, you were just scared to be used out of political means so you hid your relationship. You knew it was unfair to Satoru who loved you regardless of anything but he never asked you to go against your principles just to give in his wishes. He has always valued you more than anyone's opinion. "—I will never any man besides the one I chose."

Your tears threatening to spill. But you kept it in. And walk out of the door despite your mother's call. You ran to your room, having a hard time keeping yourself focused from the trembling of your hand.

You shut your door and ran to the closet, squeezing yourself inside the large and dark wooden wardrobe. With shaking hands, you held your phone and ran through your call logs. Every ring you feel your heart hammer against the cages of your chest, your feet getting cold despite the socks. Static ringing through your ears.

"Baby? You coming home?" Satoru's groggy voice, answered.

A sense of relief flooded you as you listen to the faint shuffling in the background. You wanted to cry, but you bit your lips so you could hear his breathing. 

"Sweetheart? Somethin' wrong?"

"'T-Toru," you hiccuped, angry at yourself for sobbing hard.

"Why are you crying? Where are you?" Worry filled in his voice. "I'm coming to get you." You heard hurried footsteps and the slight panic in his voice.

"Baby? Are you there? Don't hang up alright?"

"Toru, 'T-Toru, Toru," you chanted in desperate sobs, grounding yourself in his name despite the darkness you're in.

"Yes Baby, I'm here. On my way to fetch you. Calm down alright. I'm here."

You shut your eyes close. Wishing the next second you open it Satoru is in front of you. But every second that ticks, the colder your palm gets, the harder your heart pounds, dreading the mere idea of marrying a stranger you barely know. Your throat is constricted, and your chest heaves out the intangible pain seeping into your heart.

To give up Satoru? Not a chance.

"Open up baby," the call turned off and a knock bumped your wardrobe. "We're going home, sweetheart." You could hear the panting that the person is trying hard to mellow down and calm his voice.

The door opened and Satoru squatted down. His clothes are disheveled from the hurry. Your bleary eyes locked on him and you saw his shoulders slacken, but they immediately squared up as he beckon you out of the closet.

"C'mere."

You didn't have to be told twice, crawling out and into his arms, your clutch his shirt as his arms wound around you.

"What happened? Tell me so I can understand what upset you, sweetheart." He coos to you, settling you between his propped knees while pressing a kiss on your temple.

His cool spicy scent invaded your panicking senses. The more you listen to his heart the slower your breathing gets and eventually, you're pushing yourself closer to him, throwing your arm around Satoru's neck.

"They thought I'm not in a relationship and arranged a marriage partner for me."

You felt Satoru's grip over you tighten. He didn't speak but you could feel his sour mood.

"Are you scared?" He moves you to look him in the eye. A flicker pass through his eyes, but before you could recognize it, that pained glint was gone.

"I'm upset." You replied honestly.

You know your mother never meant to hurt you. But your family is meddling in your life too much that it's not even needed. How could they decide on it before asking you when you'll be the one living that marriage?

"Who am I, baby?" Satoru cup your cheeks and pressed your foreheads together.

"You're Gojo... you're my Satoru." You whispered, warmth spreading in your chest.

"Mnn, that's right. Who would dare take you away when you have me, sweetheart?" Satoru opened his eyes and could see the steeled resolve in those ocean eyes.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[dmwrites]

It was silly to be nervous. Impulse knew that, kept repeating it the whole journey over, and yet, standing in front of Bdubs’ monolith, he felt exceedingly nervous. The diorite building (Impulse had always wondered how Bdubs had managed to make diorite look good in a build- but then again it was Bdubs, he could make anything look good) towered above him, both intimidating in stature and welcoming in its lived-in state. Impulse took the small bag out of his inventory and just kind of held it in his hand. He still felt nervous, but it didn’t stop him from walking up the worn steps and knocking on the monolith’s front door.

It took a while for Bdubs to answer the door. Impulse heard him yell “coming!” from somewhere, and then the echoing sound of cursing and muttering at Bdubs made his way from somewhere in his base. Impulse knew that Bdubs had hugely expanded his base from just the monolith, but it seemed to take a comically long time for Bdubs to get to his front door.

“Etho, I swear if it’s- oh, Impulse! Hello, hello! How are you doing, baby?”

Bdubs gave him that signature wide grin, the one that made Impulse feel like he was the only important person in the world. He was dressed in a canvas jumpsuit and leather gloves, coated in what looked like red paint and sawdust.

“Hey Bdubs, sorry to bother you… didn’t realize you were busy,” Impulse replied, still nervous, maybe even more then before.

“Never a bother when it’s you, baby,” Bdubs drawled. “Probably needed a bit of a break anyway- I’ve been doing some of my patented perfect redstone- which of course you would know because you know redstone prowess when you see it.”

“Of course,” Impulse echoed, smiling.

“So, what brings you by?” Bdubs asked, unbuttoning the top part of his jumpsuit and shrugging it off, revealing a clean white tank top underneath. He leaned against his doorframe casually, the polar opposite of how Impulse felt.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve looked at a calendar recently, I know you’ve been busy, but today is actually… well, it’s been one year since Double Life,” Impulse said.

“One year… ain’t that something,” Bdubs replied thoughtfully, eyes fixed on Impulse’s face. “Seems like only yesterday.” His face was unreadable, just that soft smile that he often seemed to have when Impulse talked to him.

Impulse let out a breath. “Yeah.. and, look, I know it’s kind of cheesy, and I keep doing it every time… but, here.” Impulse held out the bag. “For you.”

Bdubs shucked off his gloves and took the bag, brow furrowed. He gave Impulse a confused smile, then opened the bag. He pulled out the golden clock, which Impulse had polished to a perfect shine right before he’d flew over.

“Oh… Impulse…” Bdubs breathed, examining it from every angle. Impulse knew the clock like the back of his hand, had agonized over the details (much to Gem and Pearl’s chagrin, as he’d bugged them for their opinions constantly). The hand-painted day and night scenes- Bdubs’ Hermitcraft base in the sunlight, the mid-century modern house in the moonlight. The gold and copper vines decorating the outside, dotted with emerald specks for leaves. And the back, which simply read “For Bdubs- The Lover”.

“It’s… listen, I know I keep making them, and every time they mean something different, so I wanted to make a clock just to say… being soulmates with you was really awesome. You’re…” Impulse didn’t quite know how to finish the sentence, because he wasn’t quite sure that words could begin to even to describe his admiration for Bdubs, much less the whole soulmate thing.

Luckily, he didn’t have to. Bdubs stepped in and hugged him tight. Bdubs smelled like paint and wood and sweat in this world. There wasn’t that bitter taste of fear, the shaky elation of bloodlust. In this world, it wasn’t Impulse and Bdubs against the world. This was Hermitcraft, where death meant nothing but a good laugh at best and inconvenience at worst. But the games never quite left them, and Impulse held Bdubs tighter, hoping the other man understood it, all of it.

And hey, maybe he was a little too sentimental. But this was Bdubs, and Bdubs would always be special to Impulse. Maybe a little sentimentality, and a clock whose meaning kept changing, was what they both needed.

——

The obligatory one year later homewreckers fic, because impulse and bdubs are so dear to me lol

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 11: Steve/Eddie

& biting/marking

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MNDI - rated: E - cw: possessive behavior

It started with the licking. He’d be across the house or across town and he’d need to lick Steve. Now that he was his, he just needed to lick him. Randomly he’ll walk into Family Video just to run his tongue up Steve’s throat. Sometimes he didn’t stop the conversation he was having with Robin during it and he’d have to drag him into the back room. 

Then it turned into biting. Don’t ask him why, if it was cute aggression or possessiveness or just abject insanity.  The longer Steve was his, the less sense it made but he needed to sink his teeth into him. Or suck a mark into his skin. Something he could look at or press on later to prove they were both real and Steve was his.

He hadn’t gotten to see him at all today, Steve had to do inventory because Keith hates him and Wayne had needed his help with a project. 

“Jesus Christ, Eds-“ he hissed when he came up behind him to wrap his arms around him but also to sink his teeth into his neck. 

“Missed you too, babe,” he quipped when he’d stopped worrying his teeth in to make a nice impression there. 

“Missed you, but I didn’t maul you on sight.” Steve turned around in his arms to give him a normal hello kiss but Eddie took over and turned it ravenous. They were both panting when Steve finally pulled away. “Wow. You really missed me, huh?”

“Bedroom. Now.”

“Fuck!” Steve cried out as he thrust into him, and bit and sucked a mark onto his favorite spot on his neck. 

Eddie tried to hold back some of his internal monologue as he continued to pound into him and bit marks down to his chest. “All mine. So beautiful. You’re mine, Stevie. Gunna show everyone-“

Steve pulled his mouth to his and Eddie licked possessively into it. 

“Oh my god, Eds.” He gasped as he pulled away but kept him close, leaning their foreheads together. “Yours, babe. Oh- I can’t believe this whole thing with the biting has been you like, marking your territory.”

Eddie groaned and had to kiss him again. “Please don’t be mad, baby. I’ll stop, or- shit, don’t ask me to stop.”

Steve shook his head. “Don’t want you to stop. Always want to be yours. I love when you mark me all up, Eds.” Steve looked up at him with his big eyes and his shy little smile and Eddie was done for. 

“I love marking you up, beautiful. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” He sucked a mark in the hollow of his throat while Steve writhed and rubbed his cock against their bellies. Eddie grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise and pulled him back and forth to meet his thrusts. “Come for me. C’mon. Holy shit. Stevie- ah!” His inner walls squeezing around him as he came wrung his own orgasm from him. 

Eddie rolled them to their sides and they met in a kiss, panting into each other’s mouths. Eddie finally pulled back to trace hands across all the marks he made across Steve’s body. 

“Look so good carrying all my marks, baby. So pretty. All mine.”

“Yours, Eds.”

Not in love with this one but @lighthousebeams wanted Eddie marking up Steve 🖤

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i'm so mad at gege after the last episode cause it made me start thinking about female characters in jjk so here i am.

(jjk anime and manga spoilers ahead)

nobara is such a great character, she looks like the usual "girl of the trio" for like the first two seconds you know her but she's so much more and SO BADLY USED IN THE PLOT EXACTLY LIKE SHOKO

everything about yuji/megumi/nobara is a sort of parallelism with satoru/suguru/shoko but it doesn't work out completely cause we know almost nothing about shoko and the little we do know it's mostly written in the extra volume about jjk characters and techniques, it's not like gege actually tells us more about her in the plot and he could have done that in the hidden inventory arc even if it was meant to be focused on satoru and suguru AND THIS MAKES ME FURIOUS

like okay you just want a female character with healing powers? great (not great, but let's not focus on this rn) BUT AT LEAST MAKE HER ACTUALLY HEAL SOMEONE???? I LOVE HER BUT SHE'S SO USELESS, EVERYONE DIES IN SHIBUYA AND SHE'S JUST THERE DOING NOTHING WITH YAGA BECAUSE SHE CAN HEAL BUT SHE CAN'T FIGHT??? HELLO???

in the hidden inventory arc she's not even involved in missions, we have more scenes of her in the opening/ending that in the actual episodes. i don't need to know her whole story but if you put her there as the only character (beside satoru and yuta) who can use reversed technique then MAKE HER ACTUALLY USE IT WHEN NEEDED

and no, i'm not talking about this just because i want our beloved satosugu back. as a suguru kinnie i'm 100% convinced that his death was the only right option for his character from the moment he left jujustu tech. i have some mixed feelings about gojo's death but just because i think gege could've handled it better, not because i absolutely need him back like some delulu maniacs in the fandom (no offense, i'm suffering with you all but some people are crazy). but in shibuya she could've been more useful, at least in helping the students.

nobara at least has a strong personality and a cool technique, she's not just another sakura or orihime (i hate orihime but sakura is great too ofc, i just mean that nobara unlike them isn't the girl put there just to heal her male companions and have a crush on one of them) or shoko herself (and thinking about it shoko is even more useless cause sakura and orihime at least help and heal their crush).

we know a lot about her past, i was crying like a baby watching her say goodbye to fumi and then... she dies, just like that. her goal isn't even that difficult to achieve, it's not some big dream like suguru's, it's something extremely personal and she's not gonna reach it cause gege killed her. i love nobara too but honestly she doesn't have that great development merely because she dies before she can actually become stronger. everytime she fights she gets severly wounded or is there to support others or she's the one who needs support. i feel like she doesn't have her big moment before dying (like maki does for example, i know she's not dead yet but i wouldn't be so mad if it happened cause she has a great development since jjk 0. i would cry like a baby again though, pls gege don't kill her i'm begging you).

and no, i don't think nobara's death is necessary for yuji or the plot in general either. yuji has already seen nanami die in front of him, sukuna has killed who knows how many people and he could do nothing about it, he was still mad at mahito for junpei so why kill nobara too?

gege doesn't even show her in the afterlife when gojo dies (and a delulu part of me hopes that's because she's still alive), like i know that in that airport there are people from his past and the focus is on them, his blue spring and whatever but damn she's one of his students too, he talks about megumi and the fact that he still had things to explain to him but he doesn't even mention her? (he doesn't mention yuji either okay i know, i would've liked that too but at least they have a cute moment before the fight against sukuna).

instead of focusing on those that should be the main female characters we have mei mei though. don't get me wrong, she's our mommy, i'm barking (respectfully) every time i see her on screen or in the manga but is all that screentime really necessary? do i really need to see her in bed with ui ui or walking like a runway model for minutes? mmmh i don't think so.

i don't know, maybe i'm the one missing something in this story, maybe i'm not getting it completely but still, as much as i love jjk i'm mad. i could go on for days about this and what's happened in the manga these last few months, but i'm gonna stop for today.

at this point i'm convinced that gege introduced too many characters and he can't handle them properly, unlike other mangakas like horikoshi who literally shows you the backstory of every single kid you see, even the one drawn in the corner of a panel in that one chapter that everyone forgot about (horikoshi has problems handling fem characters too, but this is a whole other problem and it's something that involves a lot of different animes/mangas).

that's it, going back at crying now, thinking about how my life could be way better if i put this same effort in my studies.

[lotusflqwer]

Eternity: Chapter 1

A/N: Hello everyone! I finally got around to writing lolll😭 This is a Yoriichi x pregnant f!reader fanfic! This will definitely have chapters and it’s based on the convos I’ve had with a Yoriichi bot on character.ai…lol. My friends said i should make the chats into a fanfic cause it was so good so…here y’all go! I hope you enjoy!! :p

Warnings: pregnant!reader, domestic life fluff

Word count: 1.3k

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Yoriichi never sought for approval… until he met you.

There was something about you that made him want to just… do his best, to impress you. No matter the task, he would do it for you—you just had that ability to pull anyone in with ease, and he was no exception.

He would always find himself looking at you for your approval—finding ways to keep your attention on him. And if he could, only him.

You were the sun in his life. So bright…so warm…so close.

“Yoriichi!” You call out as you run towards him.

You snapped Yoriichi out of his thoughts. He quickly turned and faced you as you approached him. He was busy with organizing his inventory, taking count of what he had, and sorting it as well in case one of you needed to go on a mission.

His face immediately brightened when he saw you. It was like seeing his world go from dark and gloomy and devoid of color to being alive and filled with joy.

When you finally approached him, you took a moment to catch your breath.

Yoriichi had quickly gotten to his feet to greet you, placing the items he was holding in his hands down on a table that was in front of him. He looked up at you with an adoring smile. This look on him… so sweet, so gentle… and so soft… his sweet eyes sparkling underneath his bangs that were parted ever so slightly as he tilted his head.

“Hello there, my lady…” He greeted you with a smile.

“Hello honey!” you tiptoe to give him a small peck on his cheek.

Yoriichi's cheeks flushed a dark hue of red as he looked down to meet your gaze, his eyes were so loving and full of warmth. It was so much that you could almost feel the butterflies in your stomach flying around in a frenzy. His smile on his face matched your own.

He felt like melting to hear you address him as such, as your honey. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. His lips gently came up and met yours as he kissed you back, your lips were so smooth and supple… he could spend hours kissing you…

You both pull away and look into each other's eyes lovingly, still holding on to each other.

“So, what are you up to?” You ask as you look at the items he placed down earlier.

Yoriichi let out an amused chuckle as he turned to face the items he set down earlier. He went back to the table and started sorting the items away. His eyes still facing away from you as he spoke.

“Just getting our inventory in order… just in case we get another assignment soon. Hopefully not…" He muttered the last sentence underneath his breath. “How about you, love? I thought you were busy training.”

You sigh. “I had to finish early. I get too tired easily now that… I’m carrying our baby…” you smile, revealing that you’re pregnant.

Yoriichi stopped organizing his inventory at that, and a deep flush of red covered his cheeks at your announcement. He cleared his throat as his voice became soft and quiet, his eyes still fixed on the table.

“Our… baby?” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. He turns to face you now. You walk closer to him and gently grab his hand.

“Yes…we’re going to have a baby, Yoriichi” You lightly squeeze his hand.

A big smile spread across Yoriichi's face as his fingers interlaced with yours. His lips parted like he was about to speak, but he had to pause for a moment, clearing his throat to speak coherently and in a voice that wasn't a mess.

“Oh, wonderful, wonderful! We're finally going to have a little one…our very own… a sweet, sweet little angel!" He gushed out in excitement.

“I know starting a family has always been a dream of yours…and now it’s finally coming true” You say, still holding hands with your husband.

Yoriichi couldn't help but get giddy and excited. He was so happy to be a father, he was already planning on what clothes he could make for his child…what he could teach them…what he would do to make sure that they were happy…he wanted his child to live a life with no worries, filled with happiness.

“I’m so happy that…we’re finally getting a little one.” He smiled widely.

“Although now that I’m pregnant… I don’t think I’ll be able to continue with being a demon slayer” You express in a sad tone as you purse your lips together.

Yoriichi placed his things aside and grabbed your other hand.

“Yes…we can't have you risking your life like that anymore. You need to take it easy from now on" He tried to reassure you.

“I know…” You look away. “Maybe I’ll rejoin the corps when the baby is older.” You try to give a reassuring smile, but you still looked a bit sad.

Yoriichi's eyes grew a little sad as he looked into yours, but his mouth curved upward into a warm, soft smile. He squeezed your hands as he stepped forward and kissed your forehead.

“I know…but for now, let's just focus on you and our little one.” He said in a soft tone. He started to rub his thumb across the top of your hand.

Your mouth curved into a smile. You turn to look at the mountains on the horizon.

“The sun is setting. Do you have a mission tonight?” You ask Yoriichi.

Yoriichi's eyes glanced away from your pretty smile to face the mountains, which were lit up by the setting sun. He looked back again at you and nodded.

“Yes… I‘be been assigned to kill a demon in the forest tonight.” He said with a sigh, he had really hoped to spend more time with you… but his responsibilities as a demon slayer came first.

“I thought so,” You say with a sigh. “Let’s get these items inside, so I can give you some food to take with you!” You tell Yoriichi. You grab some items and start heading home.

Yoriichi's face brightened as he followed you, grabbing the last of his items. After a minute of walking, you both enter inside your home and set the items aside.

Yoriichi was happy to smell your cooking, he hadn't eaten all day and his stomach rumbled with hunger. He looked up at you with a soft smile, it was just so nice to be home with you. He enjoyed these moments where it was just you and him.

“Thank you, dear…you didn't have to, but it’s very nice to have some food to take with me” He said as you packed his food and put it in a bag.

Yoriichi started to get ready for his mission by sharpening his sword. He couldn't help but look down at his sharp weapon, making sure it was at its top condition and not prone to accidents. Once he was satisfied, he approached you. You hand him his food and give him a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll be waiting for you”

Yoriichi was taken by surprise as the kiss landed on his cheek, but he immediately blushed and cleared his throat as he quickly turned to look at you with that warm smile.

“I'll leave for now… I promise I'll be safe, my love…" He said as he placed his hand on your belly. He gently kissed your forehead and went outside. You watched as he walked further into the forest. He turned around and waved at you. Soon his silhouette disappeared into the night.

You sigh and slide the shoji closed. All you could do was wait for him to get home.

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A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! Hopefully I’ll be able to finish all the parts quick since I’m basing this off the chats I’ve had with the Yoriichi bot. But anyway thank you guys for reading!

[erin-bo-berin]

hello! like everyone else I’ve been totally glued to your Steve fics lately. your take on his character/mannerisms are perfect!!

I have a request, if you’re interested: reader’s horny as hell and it’s all Steve’s fault. (personally I’m a sucker for future dad Steve/pregnant reader but if that’s not your vibe feel free to come up with another reason why we’re blaming him). Anyway, normally Steve would love nothing more than to help you out but today he’s actually working at his desk on some project due tomorrow morning so you’ll just have to wait until he’s done before he can attend to your needs. But that’s not going to stop you from trying your best begging/teasing techniques throughout the day, saying things that rile him up, touching him, blaming him for the situation, and appealing to his very deep need to take care of you.

After a long day putting up with you/attempting to stay strong, you finally say or do something that sends Steve over the edge. (He actually knocks over his desk chair as he mauls you.) But Steve’s going to have to pay you back for all the teasing you’ve unleashed on him all day by taking his damn time.

smut city, pls!

Ooh now THIS is appealing! But yes I’m all for having horny pregnant reader. I mean good lord if I had that to look at every day, I’d be popping out kids every year because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him 🤣

Let’s pretend this is how Steve looks after a good fuck 👀

All Your Fault

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (lots of smut, it gets pretty filthy I’m sorry), Pregnant Reader

You thought you knew what to expect during pregnancy.

Morning sickness, cravings, weight gain, fatigue, you get the drift. You even knew to expect mood swings throughout the pregnancy.

What you didn’t expect was to be as horny as a wild animal in mating season.

You were nearing the end of your fourth month of pregnancy. The nausea had dissipated, your energy had increased some and you felt better than you had in weeks. Your body was growing and changing daily, making room for the life that was growing exponentially fast with each week passed.

You’d finally made it through the stage where you no longer look bloated, but we’re starting to sport a small, noticeable bump. Most likely it was going to double in size by the end of next month, but for now, you treasured the baby bump, knowing you and Steve’s baby was growing like he or she should be.

You were taken back at first by how high your sex drive was at this point in pregnancy. You craved him as badly, if not more than the snacks and treats you’d been consuming lately.

Usually, Steve was more than happy to help you out. You were sure he was even more thrilled than you were about the extra intimacy. But this lately was wild, almost animalistic, lust-filled sex. Ironically enough, you hadn’t had much of that since the night you likely conceived.

But today, Steve had to be an adult. Or well, he had work to do.

Keith had unfortunately—much to your dismay—tasked Steve to do the inventory numbers at Family Video, leaving the task until last minute. Thus, he gave the annoying job to Steve, who had been hunched over his desk, hard at work all day, trying to finish the job before they were due in tomorrow, at the beginning of the month.

“Steeeeve,” you whined, “Can’t you take just a tiny break?”

“Baby, you know I’d love to,” he sighed heavily, pushing his hair out of his face, “But I still have a ways to go if I want to finish this before tonight.”

You sighed dramatically, flopping on the couch across the living room from him. You rubbed your belly soothingly.

“Daddy’s being mean to us, baby,” you pouted.

“Daddy’s also trying to get this nightmare of a project over with,” he mumbled in return, “Also, mommy is being over dramatic.”

“It’s your fault I’m like this,” you huffed.

“I think it’s more like the hormones from pregnancy, not me.”

“Is it possible to die from horniness?” you asked, dead serious.

“Babe, if it was, you would’ve killed me years ago,” he responded, his back still turned to you.

You stuck your tongue out at his back playfully, telling yourself you were going to concentrate on the game show that was on TV, but it didn’t last long at all.

Your eyes returned to your boyfriend, watching him. Your eyes slid along his back, knowing the feel of the muscles in them moving under your fingers as he moved above you. You could see the faint sign of his leg bouncing through the loose, gray pants he wore.

His butt looked amazing in those pants somehow, but so did his dick. It was amazing how they seemed to be loose fitting yet hugged the parts of him that you really shouldn’t be thinking of right now.

Then your mind wandered to his thighs. Ones you liked to perch yourself on, sometimes you rode them, getting yourself off by just a thigh alone. The delicious friction of it against your throbbing clit.

You really did have to stop your train of thoughts before you got yourself in a worse situation than you were currently in.

That was when you got the wicked idea to tease him. You were gonna make him sorry for leaving you in such a desperate state.

•

Lunchtime came and you fixed him a sandwich, bringing it into him, knowing he wouldn’t stop working to eat if you didn’t.

“Thanks sweetheart,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist, patting your side, hand resting dangerously low on your ass.

This son of a bitch really was pushing your buttons at this point.

“No problem,” you smiled sweetly.

You looked over his shoulder at the paperwork in front of him, spread out on the desk.

“Not done yet?” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, hands gliding down his chest.

It was a delicate balance; trying to be purposely sensual but playing innocent as if you weren’t trying to seduce him at all.

“Nope.”

“That’s a shame,” you pouted, kissing his cheek, lips hovering near his ear, “How about a short lunchtime break? Let you bend me over this desk and have your way with me, hmm?”

You bit his earlobe softly, feeling him shudder under your touch.

“You know I can’t,” Steve said, surprisingly more firm than you were sure he felt.

“Hmm. Suit yourself. I think I’m going to take a bath, wash up really good. Over my chest, my legs. Lather up the ladies real well,” you said, motioning to your boobs, which had grown fuller over the last few months.

He was blinking at you like an owl, unable to say anything.

“T-That’s fine,” he cleared his throat of the rasp that’d come out, “You go ahead, I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Well you know where you find me, if you need me,” you winked, sauntering off towards the bathroom.

The bath wasn’t that great, honestly. It was fine, refreshing, but all you wanted was Steve to strip naked and join you. You groaned, stepping out when you were done, draining the water.

You needed to up the ante if you wanted results.

•

The soft, silky bathrobe you donned was tied loosely at your waist. One tug and it could easily pull right open to expose your naked body underneath.

You carefully arranged the neckline of it so it showed the perfect amount of your cleavage. Where he could see your chest heaving from your labored breath, could access your neck where your pulse was spiking—symptoms of your intense desire for him.

He’d barely moved from where you’d left him.

One of his hands was in his hair, head resting in his hand, arm propped on the desktop, his fingers clutching a pencil and scribbling. Occasionally he would pause, punch some numbers into the calculator next to him and then resume writing.

The plate next to him was empty save for some crumbs. At least he’d eaten, that was something.

You stopped at the edge of his desk, rapping your knuckles against the desktop to get his attention.

“Can I get you anything else to eat?” you asked, motioning to the plate when he looked up at you.

“No, that was enough. Thanks for fixing it for me,” he smiled.

“Not a problem,” you replied, casually.

Purposely, you reached across the desk from where you were standing to grab the plate, making sure he had the perfect view of your cleavage. When you pulled back, one shoulder of the robe had slipped, exposing even more skin.

You might’ve missed it if you weren’t looking straight at him, but you saw Steve’s eyes flicker downwards then back up to your face, looking glazed. Then he blinked and was back to normal.

You let the disappointment settle internally and immediately went on to your next plan.

“Let me know if you want anything else,” you called in a sing-song voice as you headed towards the kitchen with the dirty plate.

You could’ve sworn you heard an answering grumble come from behind you.

•

Steve turned when he heard movement behind him.

“What are you doing?”

You looked up from where you were organizing the books on the small bookshelf you had in the living room.

“Just doing a little cleaning. Don’t let me bother you.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asked, looking concerned.

“Steve, I’ve gotta burn off this excess energy somehow,” you responded, turning back to where you alphabetizing the novels.

You made sure he was still looking when you bent over, as if peering closer at a certain book, making sure he got a full view of your ass in the tiny lounge shorts you decided to don.

You heard a creak behind you and turned to see Steve had turned back to his work.

You groaned inwardly. You were going to get him to fuck you if it meant you had to walk around naked.

•

As tempting as that thought was, you decided to forgo the walking around naked part. You were desperate, but you weren’t quite that desperate yet.

“How goes it?” you asked, walking in the room.

You’d spent the last few hours sitting in the kitchen reading your book and snacking on some strawberries. Just because you couldn’t have one of the things you were craving didn’t mean you were going to deprive yourself of your current food craving.

“Well I’m closer to being done than I was, if that tells you anything.”

“Steve, you’ve been at that desk nearly all day,” you frowned, “You must be stiff and sore.”

He groaned, rubbing at his neck and shoulders as if the power of suggestion was enough to make him realize just how sore he really was.

“Here, let me rub it for you,” you offered.

You put your hands on his shoulders, massaging gently, thumbs pressing into soft circles of his neck, kneading the knots out of his muscles.

He moaned softly, heading falling forward.

“That feels amazing, Y/N,” he complimented.

He was just asking for it at this point.

You leaned forward, breasts pressing against his back as you kissed his cheek, seemingly innocently.

“I know how else to make you feel amazing,” you purred, “And make you moan even more than you already were.”

His throat bobbed at his obviously hard swallow. One peek down at his crotch and you could see his cock was all aboard for the idea.

“I could suck you off, then let you get back to work,” you whispered, your voice as tantalizing as your words, “Let me wrap my lips around that pretty little cock of yours, make you moan so loud the walls rattle.”

He turned to look at you and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his. Your mouth purposely moved tantalizingly slow against his.

He hummed when you pulled away, his eyes still closed.

“You taste like strawberries,” he whispered.

“I know,” you smirked, your hands once again running down his chest.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N,” Steve said, giving you a stern look, removing your hands gently from him.

“And what’s that?” you blinked innocently.

“You’re trying to get me to cave because you’re honey as fuck,” he said blatantly.

“I can’t help that I want to jump you,” you groaned, “But I know, I know, I’ll wait.”

“I don’t have much more to do, then I promise, I’m all yours,” Steve promised, kissing your cheek, turning back to his work.

You decided to give in to defeat at that point and just try to be patient, even if you did already feel like jumping out of your skin.

•

“I’m amazed you’ve been patient this long,” Steve said casually.

It was nearing late afternoon, three o’clock soon to be turning into four.

“Believe me, it’s not been easy,” you mumbled, resting against one of the stuffed chairs, watching him.

“Especially when my brain decides to turn every little thing you do into some sexual.”

He chuckled, amused.

“Like what?”

“You just writing for example. All I could think of is your hands and how they feel on my body, how your fingers feel tracing every curve, how they feel inside of me making me beg you to cum,” you groaned, “Sorry, I’m getting carried away again. I oughta just have gotten myself off. At least have one good orgasm imagining it was your hand instead of mine and—”

You jumped, hearing a loud crash. Without realizing it, Steve had hurled himself out of the desk chair, knocking it over. You gasped when he was on you, pulling your weight away from the chair you were leaning against, pressing your body into his. He kissed you hard, hungrily, making you moan into the kiss.

He was already moving you by the time you’d parted, breath heavy from the intense kiss. He backed you up against the edge of his desk, his body holding yours there with his own.

“There is no way I’m letting you get yourself off when I know I can do it and better,” he practically growled in your ear, pressing his crotch into you.

You felt his cock straining in his pants and you moaned, eager already for it.

“Fuck, if I knew that’s all it would’ve taken to get you to pay attention to me, I would’ve done it so much sooner,” you laughed a bit breathlessly.

“I was trying so hard to resist all day so I could get my work done,” he groaned, kissing you again.

“Not the only thing that was hard was it, big boy?” you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip.

“Don’t think you’re gonna get away with your little tricks,” he smirked, pushing all the contents of his desk on the floor.

You gaped at them, surprised.

“I’ll worry about that later,” he muttered, “I’ve got a gorgeous girl to tease.”

He grabbed your hips roughly, setting you on the desktop so you were at the same level as him. Before he did anything else, he practically tore your shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of your breast, nipples hard.

His hands grabbed them firmly, massaging them roughly in his large hands as his mouth moved against yours. You groaned at the wonderful feeling of his rough palms against your peaked nipples. You had never been as turned on as you were right now, your clit throbbing painfully, your panties soaked so thoroughly you wouldn’t be surprised if you left a puddle on his desk.

“Steve,” you whimpered, his mouth moving over your jaw and neck, sucking harshly in certain, random spots, “Can’t we just forgo the teasing this once?”

“Nope. Gotta give you a lesson you won’t forget,” he smirked, lowering his mouth to your chest.

Your breasts were still a tad sensitive and the feeling of his mouth on them practically made you salivate.

“Oh god,” you groaned, back arching into his mouth, his tongue and mouth sucking and licking at your nipples, giving them plenty of attention.

“See this is why I’m constantly horny,” you chuckled weakly, his lips moving back upwards towards your jaw and lips, “You’re too damn good at this.”

His hands had slid from your waist to your outer thighs, squeezing them as if to emphasize his next words which just so happened to be breathed over your lips.

“It’s because I love making you moan.”

God, not only his touch, but his words alone could like make you cum.

Your mouths connected again, his hands grabbing your ass roughly and pulling you into him as he ground his hips into yours. Your hands while tangled in his hair, quickly got on the same track as your brain, moving to his shirt to tug it off.

If he was gonna rub his dick against you like that and expect you not to act like a sex starved being, especially in your condition, then he was sorely mistaken.

He pulled away from your touch, causing you to scowl, but you were relieved to see he was just shedding his shirt. You were awarded with the glorious sight of his bare chest and stomach. If only he’d let you have a minute to just kiss and suck and lick the entirely of his naked upper half…

Much to your disappointment, he didn’t return to your lips, he stayed where he was, pulling off your shorts, cursing at the sight.

“I didn’t think you were wearing underwear when you pulled that bending over stunt,” he grunted.

You smirked, a bit proud of yourself.

“You sure stared long enough.”

“Yeah because all I wanted to do was take you, bent over like that,” Steve ground out.

Your thighs clenched, another pool of warmth gathering between them.

He tutted, like scolding a child as he once again pushed your thighs apart, readying you for his next level of teasing. He was on his knees before you before you could protest, his lips leaving a gentle kiss against your inner thigh.

“I’ve been so wet all day because of you,” you moaned, your desperation already showing.

You really were screwed if he had too much more teasing planned because you were already so desperate for him to have his way with you.

“And now you’re gonna learn how to be patient, aren’t you baby girl?”

He trailed his fingers along your entrance, gathering your slick.

“Yes, Steve,” you nodded eagerly.

You’d probably agree to anything right now as long as made home do something.

A finger pressed against your clit with just enough pressure to make you hiss through your teeth. Then came his tongue, licking a slit all the way up your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathed.

His touch left you, his tongue taking over the job. With a few gentle laps at your clit, he moved on, tongue thrusting in and out of your entrance.

You moaned louder, entire body arching, your hands on his hair, wanting to keep him there forever. It never failed to amaze you that he knew just how to kiss, suck and lick every inch of you perfectly.

His fingers rejoined the performance, gliding in and out of you with ease, twisting and curling in perfect time with the coil of your building orgasm. His lips sucked on your clit, only adding to the bliss.

You were out of control, you’d never felt on fire like this before. Your hips were grinding against his face, body arched and hands squeezing your boobs, pinching your nipples. He was going to send you to an early grave. He was definitely going to send you to heaven during this orgasm.

“I’m close,” you whined, thighs squeezing at the sides of his head.

He held your thighs in one hand and did the worst possible thing.

You were seconds away from shattering completely when all contact was gone. His fingers were gone from you and so was his mouth.

“No, no,” you whined, “Steve, what the fuck?”

“Patience, darling,” he smirked that infuriating smirk.

He was soon forgiven when he started back up, your orgasm closer and stronger than it previously had been.

When he stopped a second time, right at the last second, you didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or slap him.

Apparently, your mouth decided on anger before your brain could catch up.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Harrington.”

“How bad do you want to cum?”

The gleam in his eyes was wicked, the desire driving him almost as wild as you’d been acting. By this point, your brain was shut off and your mouth was saying whatever. If anyone else were to overhear, they might’ve mistaken you and Steve for an actual porno.

“So bad, so bad,” you whimpered.

“Say please,” his grin was as wicked as his stare.

“Please, Steve, please.”

You were actually going to combust when he was through with his teasing. You were actually going to explode into a million little pieces and float towards the earth like ash raining down. Not that you cared less. You welcomed it.

The second time he resumed, his fingers moved quicker, licks and sucks harsher as he was determined to let you finish this time. Maybe there was something to this science because the building knot was even stronger than the previous two times and you were sure you were gonna make a mess all over Steve’s face.

You were squirming inadvertently on the desk, hands holding his head right where you wanted him because over your fucking dead body was he going to quit before you could cum.

Your moans filled the room the only other sound your labored breathing and whines.

“Oh, fuck!” you partially screeched, a long moan laced with your words.

Your orgasm hit and your entire body trembled with the strength of one you’d never, ever felt. The journey had been pure torture, but damn if the pay off wasn’t worth it.

The aftershocks were just as powerful and you whimpered, trying to push him away as your entire lower half had become too sensitive for more at the moment.

Steve sat back, chin still glistening with a satisfied grin on his face. Wiping his chin on his shoulder, he stood, taking your face in his hands.

“Holy shit,” you have groaned, amazed just by him.

“You okay? We can stop now if you need to.”

“Oh hell no,” you laughed, still trying to catch your breath, “Just give me a moment.”

You leaned forward and kissed him again, one hand bypassing his pants and boxers, reaching in to grip his now throbbing cock, firmly. You pressed a kiss to his chest as his eyes fluttered closed at your touch.

You pumped him slowly, your wrist turning slowly, teasing him now.

“I thought this was your lesson,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“I happen to like hearing you moan,” you smiled, devilishly.

“I don’t want to cum unless I’m inside you,” he breathed.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

You removed your hand, pushing his pants down his hips, his boxers going as well.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss.

In the midst of the kiss, your hand wrapped around his cock once again, guiding him to your entrance. He pushed into you, mutual moans of pleasure coming from both of you.

“So good, fuck you’re so good for me, Y/N,” Steve mumbled hand on your cheek, giving you another quick kiss as he started moving at a slow, languid pace.

You didn’t complain at the moment, just enjoying the feeling of him moving in and out, his hard length gliding and running against you in such a pleasant way.

“Come on Steve,” you provoked, “I know you can do better than that.”

He growled, gaze boring into yours as he grabbed your ass, lurching you for in one swift, hard motion as he thrust into you roughly, making your head loll back.

“Jesus,” you moaned, gripping his shoulders, suddenly short of breath once again, “Yeah, that’s m-more like it.”

Just as your hips were getting used to the rougher pace, he pulls out of you completely leaving you aching and shaking, left wanting more.

You let out a protesting whine, but he shushes you.

“I wanna try something different, is that okay?”

You nodded, letting him manipulate your body like he wanted it.

He turned you around, bending you over the desk, wrapping one arm protectively around your abdomen, protecting your vulnerable bump, so it wouldn’t hit the edge of the desk.

The small gesture makes you smile and you turn your head, kissing the shoulder of that arm.

Your smile fades quickly into your mouth dropping in pleasure as he thrusts back into you, the angle allowing you to feel him so deep, it automatically has your body shaking.

“I got you, I got you,” Steve mutters against your shoulder as he thrusts roughly into you, holding onto your front firmly, aiding you in your own backwards thrusts of your hips.

“Fuuuuuck, fuck, fuck, fucking hell, Steve,” you’re a moaning, babbling mess, fully drunk on him and his cock buried in you.

Your hair is wild in your face and you push it back, your body rocking back against his and you reach out to grip the edge of the desk. Your other hand hasn’t moved from where it rests over his, as if double protecting the growing baby inside you.

“Is it as good as you imagined all day, baby? Shit,” he grit his teeth, moaning the curse at the end of his sentence.

“Better,” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder, “So much fucking better.”

He’s repeatedly hitting a spot so deep with you that your eyes might be rolling back in your head. His hair brushes your cheek as he bends over you, reaching down between your legs.

His thrusts are becoming erratic and you know he’s dangerously close and trying to hurry you to your climax. You’re unintentionally squeezing around his cock, your muscles quivering and contracting from your own pleasure.

He finger circles your clit frantically and the pressure starts building inside you again, signaling your impending orgasm is near. His hand’s frantic movements matched his hips frantic pace.

“Wanna cum,” he moaned lowly, “Wanna cum so hard in you, baby girl.”

“Do it,” you begged, “Fuck, Steve, please. Make me a mess. Fuck, I love you so much.”

Your mouth was forming and releasing words that you had no comprehension of, you were so close and with every thrust, he got you closer.

Another mind blowing orgasm hit you and you moaned his name repeatedly, clutching on to him and distantly you heard your own name falling from his lips. You could feel his body that was now slick against yours, tense and shudder as his own body was wracked with his own ecstasy.

You were spent by the time he slid out of you, your entrance sensitive and dripping from your combined releases. You would’ve fallen forward against the desk due to your wobbling, unsteady legs, but he balanced you in both arms, scooping you up in them.

The exhaustion was heavy in your limbs. Pregnancy sex was mind blowingly amazing, but the exhaustion afterwards was twice as bad.

“Your papers,” you mumbled weakly.

“I’ll worry about them later,” Steve answered, “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

He carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed while he went to the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, wiping your thighs clean and running it gently between your legs, knowing you were still incredibly sensitive.

You open an eye when he returns from discarding the rag.

“You know, it won’t be too much longer before I’ll be too big for us to do that,” you said, motioning to the doorway, meaning your precious little escapade.

“Then we’ll just have to enjoy it while we can,” Steve smirked, laying down next to you.

“By the way, I’m thankful it’s all your fault I’m so horny because you sure deliver,” you mumbled, already half asleep.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he chuckled.

You were out before he finished his sentence.

[nightmaree-eyess]

Second in command

Arcane fanfic

Summary: jinx took over silcos crime ring when he died and you are her second in command

Word count: 1238

Tags: au, lesbian jinx, y/n, femme reader,hurt/comfort, imagine, action/adventure, angst, romance, everyone is alive, implied drugs, hallucinations, implied emotional abuse

My days are pretty boring and monotonous for being second in command for the biggest crime ring in Zaun. I wake up, make my tea, go to work, take inventory, and go home. Obviously my days aren't exactly the same but they are similar enough. Today was one of those days.

“Jinx wants to see you.”

Ugh sevika. She thinks she runs this place since she's been with the ring the longest. She thinks she deserves to run this place.

I rolled my eyes at her in response

“Look just because your girlfriend is uppity about me doesn't mean you have too.”

“Just because my head is between her legs, doesn't mean it's up her ass too.”

Sevika grimaces and I groan and walk away from taking inventory. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit today. Or ever really.

I push the door open with my shoulder to jinx’s office. The doors are heavy and made of rusted iron. The handles are vials of shimmer. The doors creak as I enter.

“Hello y/n”

Jinx turns around to face you in her chair behind the desk.

“Hi baby, what's up?”

“Don't call me that you know I hate pet names. But can you grab my shimmer for me? My eye is fucking killing me.”

Sometimes I feel more like a monkey than her girlfriend. Just another one of her employees but with more sexual benefits.

I grab the shimmer from the table and straddle her to get a better angle. A part of me only uses that as an excuse to get closer to her.I take her chin and angle her head upwards, take the syringe, and inject her eye. Her left eye looks like a nuclear sunset with a void in the middle. She winces in pain for a moment.

“Ah fuck. That never gets easier” jinx groans

You take her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she raises her hand to yours. You step backwards to put the syringe away.

“This wasn't the only reason i called you in here”

I think she wants a sexual favor from me. That's usually how this goes but she keeps talking.

“ I have a job I want you to come along and it's a pretty serious one. I wanted my assistant to come with me. Id send one of the other employees but i feel like theyd fuck this job up. And we have the power they don't.”

Finally I'm starting to feel important. Jinx usually did the negotiating while i kept things running on the inside. But I never really felt like I had the power people claimed I had as jinx’s girlfriend and assistant.

“Sounds good. But what's the job?” i questioned

“We have to go to piltover and talk to jayce talis about importing more shimmer through their harbors. Business is booming right now and we need to make bigger shipments. And I need you there just in case things go wrong.”

“Like a bodyguard? Am I getting a demotion?” i joke

“Ha. ha. Funny. You think I'm some joke? You don't think I can handle myself? You think im gonna fuck up the job like i fuck everything up right?!”

“No, I-Im sorry” i raise my hands in defeat

“Good. Because it sounded like my girlfriend and assistant were doubting my abilities. Remember who's above you y/n. I'll let you know the details later. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

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“Hello ladies, glad to be in your presence.” Jayce bows sarcastically

“Yeah whatever, let's just get to business.” jinx groans

I follow them into an empty alley. I thought maybe we’d be in an office or something but maybe the guy doesn't want us knowing where he resides. Jayce starts the convo

“Ok you called a meeting with me and i only have 15 minutes. So get to the point.”

“We want to import more shimmer through the harbors. Business is booming a-”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This would benefit both of us in the long run and youre fucking delusional not to think so.”

“I already have the council up my ass. I can't import more shimmer without it being suspicious. The answer is no.”

Jinx pulls out her gun and points it at jayce

“We import more shimmer through your harbors or you get a bullet in the skull. Its honestly your choice”

Next thing I know there's a flash of blue illuminating the sky, the boom of a gun, and a warm feeling running down my chest. I slip into the void at peace.

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I flutter my eyes open and see a distorted jinx next to me

“You're nothing to me. You're just a dog that I bet on and you're losing.” she laughs maniacally

I try to sit up but I'm paralysed. What the fuck is going on? Before I can process anything I drift away again.

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I squint my eyes open. I'm in a sketchy room, on a twin sized mattress on the floor.

“Oh god, baby I'm so glad you're alive!”

You feel jinx’s warm lips against your clammy forehead

“Wha- ow fuck” you clutch your chest

“I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along I jinxed it like i do everything this is all my fault im sorry”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-i accidentally shot you when jayce let off a bomb. I got startled and I shot you. Jayce died when the bomb went off but I got lucky. You… died when I shot you. I brought you to singed because i knew he could revive you…like he did me and it worked. Now you have to inject yourself with shimmer where you were injured to stay alive. I shouldn't have ever threatened jayce in the first place. This is all my fault.” she sobbed

“This… is a lot to process.” i wince in pain

“I'm so sorry. I've been cold and distant with you and you don't deserve that. Even though I keep you at arms distance, I love you. I didn't realise how much I loved you until I lost you. If I lost you…then I would have no one left. I need you in my life. You make my days brighter, you support me in ways no one else does, and I never want to take you for granted ever again. I want to love you the way you deserve, if you'll let me?”

I try my best to sit up to kiss her but I can't. Jinx fills in the space and kisses me passionately and deeply. Like if she stopped kissing me she'd lose me again. I break the kiss.

“I know. I love you too”

She climbs into bed with me. We are so close that we could almost merge into one. She pushes my sweaty strands of hair out of my face and kisses me softly on my nose and we drift off to a blissful sleep. And even though this is the most pain i've ever been in i'm the happiest i've ever been.

[panigamermauser]

So, finally got myself to download epilogue.

It was an enjoyable experience for what it is. I will discard that it is not what I wanted. I had enough time to accept that Larian cannot stick the landing to save their life, and BG3 was not an exception, no matter how much I wanted it to be.

More details, spoilers, opinions, speculations etc under the cut.

For me it was solid 8/10 experience.

I dropped 1 point because they took away our inventory and did not put a single potion of animal speak in the camp. So I could not talk to Scratch and Owly! What travesty is that?!!!

I was considering going back to before the point of no return to add the spell, but decided it will take too long, and this was my first run anyways, so I missed some things or got suboptimal quest outcomes because it was a blind run.

And another half point off is for assuming Tav would leave Scratch and Owly behind. Wysteria WOULD NEVER abandon her furbabies!

And to get all the grumpynes out of the way - and put them in the last half-point I took off my score, here it is.

I do not get why epilogue removed scene of Wyll and Karlach in Hell. It was such a cool scene, and it would tie-in nicely with epilogue. Why? Put it back!

Also, why I was not allowed to talk more to Astarion? I get that in game he and Tav were together all this time. But me as a player was not there.

The least they could do is give us unlimited hugs and kisses, like with Halsin. And if there narratively no news between Tav and Astarion, we could have talked about Sebastian's letter and Gur's letter. And discussing moving in with Halsin or Gale. Both have invited us, after all. That would have been perfect. But unlimited hugs and kisses should have been a bare minimum!

And I hate Wither's 'this is the end... for now. You might be needed later'. Do not fucking tease new content if you have no plans to do it. Just stop. Give us definitive ending, or announce you plan to add dlc or a sequel at the same time as the tease. Especially if it is for a new game that won't be out for many years and not a dlc.

(And yeah, I read all the hints he has in his room. Dark Sun letter combined with Milil... My guess is that Cyric is the next Big Bad. I get excited by such things, and I do not want to get excited this early. Either announce the thing or do not tease 😤).

Companions do not interact with each other💔

And just some puzzling things.

Why not all companions get unlimited hugs? I love Shadowheart, yes! But I also love Karlach and Wyll! They need unlimited hugs too!

I wonder how Tav knew about 9 wagons of kids with Halsin if it was only mentioned in deleted datamined epilogue slides and was not a player's knowledge in the game itself?

Gale says he gave crown to Mystra. But we left it to rot in the river! Did he go back and went diving anyways?

Now onto good things!

So, Milil cameo is 10/10, Wysteria nearly peed her pants with excitement! He better be romanceable in the next game.

Loved seeing Boo riding on Minsc's shoulder. And hearing Minsc's descriptions of all the companions. Heartwarming! Though Boo is a tease with all the arcane remedies for vampiric condition that he will not say, because love is the strongest!🙃

Guess we'll go to Gale's magic students and quiz them on the topic then😄

Loved newspapers and letters. It was especially sweet of Haarlep to write💖 Please write more and come to visit too😏 My favourite Incubus indeed!

Also, lol @ so many ppl wanting to fuck Raphael now that he is dead🤣

Shadowheart having a million and a half of animals is very sweet! Especially wolf cub! 💖

Karlach and Wyll are officially a couple now? Yes please😍

The egg hatched! Hello gith baby boy!

And Lae actually saying she missed Wysteria? 💖💖💖

I am happy Halsin has finally settled down. I think Wysteria and Astarion will settle down with him when they find the cure. And at least Astarion will have a good home when Wysteria dies of old age. I mean, even if cured, Astarion is still an elf with hundreds of years left to live. And tieflings have human lifespan. So Wysteria will die much earlier that both Halsin and Astarion. Unless Withers does smth about it.

Did Arabella become Elminster's apprentice? Or there's some other 'beard man' she's talking about?🤔

Happy for Alfira and Lakrissa getting a house and a music school💖

Nice tease about Karlach and Wyll finding a hellforge map! I'd love it to be a dlc, but I will take offscreen cure too.

Wyll becoming a ranger now that he's not a Warlock is very cool. I wish we could meet his animal companions

Tara is a treasure💖

I am very glad the game recognized I did not kill Nocturne and just knocked her out😊

Overall it was a very nice small free thing. I'd prefer payed large one where we visit everyone and actually SEE the changes. Oh well. It was good for what it is.

[kpforpresident]

double entendre

"Hello? Earth to Clarke? Baby?"

Clarke comes back to awareness slowly, then all at once as she snaps back into reality. Lexa is crouching in front of her with an amused albeit knowing smirk on her face, a slightly curling whisp of hair hanging down in front of perfect green eyes. A small smudge of potting soil marred one perfectly flushed, freckled cheek- the only indication they had been vacationing on a sunny Spanish beach the week prior.

Clarke shakes her head slightly to pry her gaze away from where she had been staring at Lexa's jean clad ass as she bent and glided seamlessly through the flower shop, gathering individual stems from various piles to complete some soft or special bouquet- prom? a wedding? a bar mitzvah? Clarke had tuned out as soon as Lexa had tugged her soft navy sweatshirt over her head to reveal a thin white tank top, a strap slipping off to conveniently reveal a lilac bra strap.

Clarke's mouth watered as her imagination wandered to what she knew was underneath the t-shirt bra, having had her mouth sealed around the right one just a handful of hours previously- two perfect capped deep blush nipples.

"Clarke? Baby, where is your head today?"

Clarke shakes her head frantically, trying to shove some semblance of a thought back into her brain.

"Get it together, Griffin, there's still 30 minutes until closing," Clarke thinks furiously to herself as she aggressively pinches the bridge of her nose with her free, non-dirt covered hand. A slim hand reaches up silently to cover hers, pulling Clarke's hand away to press a lingering kiss to the back of her hand.

Clarke can feel Lexa smile into the back of her hand as she briskly pulls her to her feet, smacking her ass with a loud crack as Clarke yelps in shock.

"Love, where's your attention gone to? You've been doing so well."

"I- you- what-" Clarke stammers in a newfound haze of lust and disbelief as the brief sting cushioned by her yoga pants moved lower and became a darker heat.

///

Yes, baby. You're doing so well, Lexa had murmured into her thigh, last night, sucking another stinging purple mark into the meat of her slightly shaking thigh before moving slightly to slide Clarke's right leg over her shoulder, opening her up wider. Clarke shivered slightly in anticipation as her eyes fluttered shut under the onslaught of stimulation. Her hand clenched the bedsheets involuntarily as a stream of cool air blew across her clit.

"That's it, love, just let me make you feel good," Lexa whispered into the curve of her hipbone, smile lupine and feral before lowering her head once again to lick into Clarke.

Clarke gaped soundlessly at Lexa once again, feeling a flush creep steadily up her neck. While Lexa was attentive with boundless energy and a undying love of making Clarke cum as many times as humanly possible, it had been only recently that she had become more vocal, more sure of herself when in charge in their bed.

Lexa winks innocently as she turns back to the floral arrangement on the beaten wooden desk, elegant fingers neatly tying twine around a line of slender green stems.

"Clarke, be a good girl please and find me the baby's breath that Aden too inventory of yesterday? It's here somewhere, I just seem to have misplaced it..." Lexa trails off as twinkling green eyes meet incredulous blue ones.

///

"Yes, good girl," Lexa said breathlessly, eyes intent on Clarke's face as Clarke soared over into the most intense O of her life. Clarke feels her entire body lock up with white hot pleasure as Lexa's fingers find her g-spot and press, all while swiping a slim finger over her clit.

///

With effort, Clarke manages to swallow the lake of drool that she knows has been gathering in her her mouth so as not to choke and completely loose her cool in front of her ridiculously hot albeit mischievous girlfriend.

Clarke knew that Lexa would rather swallow her tongue than ever tease Clarke like this in front of a customer, their current saving grace to the steamy tension that was currently building between them an empty flower shop. Clarke chances a desperate glance again at her wristwatch, her father's hand-me-down that Lexa had silently gotten fixed for Clarke as a one year anniversary present.

Four minutes to closing.

Clarke makes an executive decision and lunges for the door, slamming the cheery open! sign to closed so fast the glass door wobbles in its frame threateningly.

Mind made up, she locks the door decisively and hits the main light beside the entrance. Velvety darkness falls over the shop, the only light a cool toned hum from the cut roses case on the far side of the shop and the buttery glow of the back room's lamp.

Clarke slowly crowds Lexa back into the counter, grinning in delight as Lexa's pupils slowly expand under Clarke's heated gaze to swallow the forest green iris she loves so much.

Clarke laces their hands together and tows Lexa quickly towards the back room, thanking every deity that she could recall that they kept a blow up mattress and sheets stashed in the closet ever since Lexa had been trapped there in the dead of winter last year.

"Time to make good on your teasing, pretty girl," Clarke manages to get out before crashing their lips together. Tussling with Lexa's shirt as she finds a plump bottom lip and sucking it into the heat of her mouth, she smiles slightly as she tugs Lexa closer and bites. Lexa manages to get out a noise between a gasp and a whisper before pressing herself against Clarke.

"Whatever you want love, however you want it," Lexa says throatily, eyes fixed on Clarke's kiss- swollen mouth. Clarke crashes their lips together once more as she flips the switch to inflate the mattress and press her very willing girlfriend up against the wall, sliding to her knees in the meantime. Lexa's head hits the wall with a thud as Clarke's fingers make quick word of her jeans button.

///

They leave the flower shop 4 hours later, slightly more rumpled than they arrived that morning but grinning dopily at each other as they slowly meander their way home, hands intertwined.

[crystallizedtwilight]

Oo can we know more about Buttons or Elmers families? The way you drew his baby brother is so cute!

Below the cut!

Buttons' Family:

Parents are alive and well. They get along decently with Buttons, when they see him, that is.

Buttons: Age 18.

Elanor: Sister, Age 10.

Adelaide: Sister, Age 7.

Alana: Sister, Age 7.

Alvin: Brother, 8 months.

Buttons is the oldest of 5 siblings. His parents both work night shifts so he’s responsible for making sure his sister Elanor does her schoolwork because she’s the only one in school. Make sure his twin sisters Adelaide and Alana do not destroy the house because they love chaos. And give constant attention to his baby brother Alvin who requires bottles, changing, and supervision.

As exhausting as it is to be a newsie during the day and a housekeeper at night, it does come with the benefit of having a house completely to himself after 10 pm once all his siblings are in bed.

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Elmer's Family:

Parents are alive and well. Moved to America from Poland for more opportunities. They overlook Elmer a lot because of their large family but still expect him to help provide for them, as they do of all their working children, since funds are always tight. Neutral relationship.

Gus: Brother, Age 30.

Horace: Brother, Age 29.

Victor: Brother, Age 28.

Cherish: Sister, Age 27.

Oswald: Brother, Age 26.

Evelyn: Sister, Age 21.

Wilma: Sister, Age 20.

Felix: Brother, Age 19.

Elmer: Age 18.

Elmer is the youngest of 9 children. He only truly gets along with his eldest sister, Cherish, and has a neutral relationship with the rest.

A typical night at Elmer's Household:

Gus, Horace, and his father are all arguing in deafening Polish about Horace’s new job as a blacksmith. Their father is fighting against it, his argument being that, as Horace is the second eldest, he needed him support the family and metalwork was dangerous. What if he injured a hand? Gus, the very eldest, takes Horace’s side and yells that this is how Horace is supporting the family. What is he supposed to do, go back to inventory at the grocery store? Good paying jobs were hard to find when English was hard to speak. Elmer winces as their voices get louder. Everything is screamed and nothing is heard.

Victor is helping move firewood inside the house but the more he brings in the less space there becomes and everyone is already tripping over each other. Plus, his cigar is fogging up the place. Cherish is in the kitchen with his mother, frantically cooking dinner as too many things are boiling and burning. She is the only one who notices Elmer come in and quickly kisses him on the cheek and welcomes him home. When she asks Elmer if he could help peel some carrots for her he does because she’s his favorite sibling and he’s not afraid to admit it. She’s the only one who is nice to him. But soon the kitchen gets too crowded and Elmer is quite literally pushed out of it.

Oswald, Evelyn, Wilma, and Felix are in the bedroom, taking up the only sitting space that’s not the kitchen table. It has been about two months since Elmer has been home after five o’ clock and instead of recognizing this a positive thing, Oswald sits up and demands the two cents that Elmer once borrowed from him for papers. When Elmer tells him he doesn’t have it, Wilma scrunches her nose and says, “He has it. How else is he gonna buy papes tomorrow?” And all it takes is one hard shove in the chest from Oswald to get Elmer to surrender it. He’d have to find a way to charm Wiesel into spotting him some papes tomorrow. On the way out of the room he says hello to Felix, the next closest to him in age, but Felix just looks like he’s never seen him before and Elmer feels unwelcome.

Dinner is is a combination of watered down soup and high tensions. There are not enough chairs so Elmer eats standing in the corner along with Evelyn and Victor. Fortunately, three seats do free up mid-dinner, but it comes at the price of Horace storming outside after throwing down his napkin with Gus and his father following him out.

It’s not always like this, sometimes they all get along just fine. He loves his family, but at times they make it very hard for him to do so. Elmer’s heart aches to not feel so alone in a house too crowded to notice whether he’s there or not. Quietly, he shoves his hands in his pockets and heads back out into the frigid winter midnight, deciding he’d rather sleep at the lodging house instead.

[thana-topsy]

Hello very cool baby arcanist!Neloth drawing! Have you played eso for long? Are you into housing?

Heeyyy thanks so much! I've played ESO off and on since... 2020 I think? I think that's when I first got it. I know ESO Morrowind was purchased for me, possibly in 2019, and I gave it the old college try, but then I really got into it after being gifted Elsweyr. (My spouse is my greatest enabler). And THEN I blasted through the Clockwork City in a fit of inspiration before taking a long, long hiatus from the game.

I won't lie, I pretty much play ESO like a single player RPG lol. MMOs are a foreign concept. I've always played on PS4 and it's been nearly impossible to find fandom friends to play with on that console. So all of the fancy stuff passes me by as I bop from quest to quest, reading all the lore books, falling in love with the charming little NPCs, destroying all of these crafting items that I compulsively collect because I'm a Skyrim Hoarder Boy at heart and I run out of room in my inventory and can't claim rewards from completing quests....

I always joke that I'm not much of a gamer, and it's not a joke. I play game (Skyrim). But every winter I usually pick ESO back up because it's dark outside and I find running around in Tamriel to be incredibly healing.

[rare-agere-reverie]

Hello there I wanted to request a fanfic (although headcannons would be ok to)

Cg(s): Eddie and Frank

Little(s):Wally

So Wally has been running himself ragged all day helping the neighbours his last stop is at frank and eddie’s house to help with chores but Wally regresses by accident while helping Eddie and Frank with some chores due to being overtired and cranky

Thank you -🦎

Most of my requests rn are for fics anon 🦎 so I’ll make these hcs as fic

CG!Frank Frankly and CG!Eddie Dear with Stressed and Cranky Little!Wally Darling Headcanons as Fic

💥 One day, Wally accidentally dragged himself into a hectic day of helping his fellow neighbors.

💥 First, he needed to readjust Sally’s stage lights for an upcoming play, but Barnaby rewrote his dialogue to be funnier, so she got frustrated and scolded him loudly.

🌩️ Her voice was too strong for Wally, yet it wouldn’t stop as Barnaby kept egging her on.

💥 Second, he needed to retrieve some lost inventory in a crevice too small for Howdy to fit, causing Wally to strain himself and develop aches all over his body.

💥 Third, he needed to help Poppy and Julie bake a chocolate cake, but the rainbow monster didn’t work the electric mixer properly and splattered batter onto everyone.

🌩️ Wally had to return to Home for a shower, yet his mounting stress never left.

💥 Now, he’s helping Eddie and Frank carry a rather heavy package inside the frowning friend’s house.

💥 They all hold a third of the box as they traverse the entryway and down the hall.

💥 However, Wally’s arms give up without warning and drop his side of the cardboard package in front to the door to the study.

💥 After the other two carefully and quickly place the remainder onto the wooden floor, Frank angrily questions why the short painter would do such a thing.

🌩️ “Don’t you remember what I told you? This equipment is fragile!”

💥 Meanwhile, Eddie notices something off, like a gut feeling demanding attention.

💥 Wally doesn’t shout out his fury; he taps his left foot, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from Frank.

💥 The gray grump could’ve escalated the situation further if it weren’t for Eddie asking to talk in the kitchen, far enough so Wally wouldn’t hear.

💥 In the solace of the organized kitchen, Eddie explains their friend is probably tired because of some work he’s done throughout the neighborhood.

🌩️ He knows because his mail route today let him catch glimpses of Wally.

💥 Frank, still annoyed at a lesser degree, understands he shouldn’t overwhelm the artist.

💥 The duo finally return to Wally, and Frank apologizes.

💥 Even with the small darling accepting the apology, he keeps carrying an upset mood, prompting the two taller friends to brainstorm solutions.

🌩️ It’s Eddie’s suggestion of a nap that they agree upon.

💥 A new goal in mind, the mailman sprints off to bring pajamas from Home while Frank takes care of Wally.

💥 The smart entomologist decides to try calming him down a bit with a glass of water.

💥 Strangely, Wally’s hands can’t properly grasp the cup, alerting Frank and moving his steady hands around the smaller ones.

🌩️ Now he’s sure Wally is regressing; he’ll have to tell Eddie when he gets back.

💥 Speak of the devil mailman, he nearly stumbles inside with a set of striped rainbow pajamas.

💥 Frank lets Wally change on his own in the bathroom, and uses the spare time to inform Eddie about the regression and what it is.

🌩️ With all this new info, Eddie takes it greatly with compassion and understanding.

💥 Out of the bathroom, Wally nearly squeaks in surprise as his mail carrier friend scoops him up like a baby.

🌩️ Despite his sour attitude, he goes limp and relishes the comforting presence.

💥 They go to Frank’s bedroom, where both newly-made caregivers tuck the little under the yellow sheets.

💥 Eddie almost asks Frank if he has any books for a bedtime story, when Wally tugs at his friends’ hands.

💥 Both of them get the hint, joining their tiny darling under the covers, and cuddling their baby.

💥 Not long after, the trio fall asleep in a warm embrace, Wally between Frank and Eddie, the two he’ll proudly call his caregivers.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Treebark Week — Sweet

part one (Build/Divine) | part two (Frost) | part three (you are here) | part four (Hair/Picnic)

Once Martyn had throughly defrosted (as much as one could, being that the fix was a twenty stone wolf, along with some hopes and dreams) Ren got up and shifted back to his default form to fuss at Martyn for other reasons, such as, 

“When was the last time you ate? You’re all skin and bones, dude, could make a man cry!”

Martyn sat up, grimacing a bit at the puddle he found himself in. That didn’t stop him from running his mouth, though, “you gonna fatten me up to have me for dinner? Didn’t take you for that kinda wolf.”

Ren snapped his teeth at him, mock leering. “Dunno, baby, I’m afraid right now if I tried you’d barely be a snack.”

Martyn puffed himself up, offended, “excuse you, I’m not just a snack, I’m a whole damn meal, thank you very much—“

There was the sound of a door creak, and False, who was attempting to sneak out at this point, winced as the sound alerted both of them to her movements. Ren looked crestfallen. “You’re leaving? Before dinner?”

False cleared her throat. “It seemed you two had it handled, and besides, there are other people visiting, you know. I thought I, er, ought to go say hello to them. As well.”

The look on Ren’s face could only be described as ‘the biggest case of puppy dog eyes’ that Martyn had ever seen, and damn if it didn’t make something in his stomach writhe—and it probably wasn’t for lack of food.

“We can all go back,” he offered, anything to get between the staring contest of False and Ren. “I think Timmy might’ve come through already, don’t want him wandering without a proper chaperone.”

At that point Martyn’s stomach unfortunately decided it was the time to protest—Ren had offered food, and it would be damned if that promise was forgotten, thanks, but it made Ren look at him again, at least.

“Let’s at least get you a snack to munch on, dude, you’re probably starving from the thaw you had to do there.” Ren paused to rummage in his inventory for a moment, as False kept nudging the door open, and procured a pumpkin pie, offering to Martyn triumphantly, his tail wagging behind him. 

“Grandma’s secret recipe, eat up!”

The fact that Ren offered it so eagerly, giving Martyn a hopeful look over his glasses, would’ve made him eat anything Ren offered—and so he took it, before sweeping into a bow.

“Thank you, milord,” he said, trying to come off as pompous as possible, just to make Ren laugh. “Lead the way, my liege, Lady False—let’s go find the others, before someone gets hurt.”

Martyn didn’t have an elytra, so they had to walk back to the welcoming party, but he didn’t mind—even as Ren and False began bickering about…a worm? Or something to that effect. He let it wash over himself, trying to stave off the jealousy with the pie that Ren almost certainly didn’t make with him in mind, but he could pretend that the sweet and almost spicy flavor of the still-warm dessert was imbued with the feelings they had for each other. 

[sevi007]

I'm still running around doing sidequests in FF16 (as soonas I finish one, at least one other pops up) and I'm collecting some tidbits I especially liked:

First of, the "More than words" quest with Torgal. Man, that one made me cry. First they tell me the band around Torgal's ankle is from Cid so he would stop gnawing his paw due to heartbreak and now Torgal refuses to take it off because he, too, misses Cid (already ow) no, it also turns out that a) young Clive used to run off to a Island in Rosaria whenever he wanted to be alone / felt like he was not good enough for his mother, no, b) they alsohit me with the fact that Torgal spent eighteen years collecting everything which remotely reminded him of Clive, like Clive's sparring sword. I'm. I'm so emotional for this good boy? Hello?

Second, the "Aiming high" quest with Mid. I just love her so much, and her dynamic with Clive is awesome. Favorites include

Mid: "The Enterprise is my baby, but the godfather can help!"

Clive is now Godfather to the Enterprise. I do not know id that is promotion, or a burden XD

Then:

Clive "Mid. Tell me this is all you need."

Mid: "Weeeelll..."

Clive: "Tell me. This is all. You need"

They got so much sibling energy I swear. Or just. Family energy.

Alos, I adore that Mid is so firm in her decision that she would DESTROY the Enterprise / at least the flight engine after they have seen their use, because she does not want them to be used for war. And her decision to hide the schematics somewhere where they will be found with a riddle is so - it's so Cid. He did the same thing for her, when we had to solve a riddle to find the sketches for the Enterprise.

Then the "Where there is a will" quest. This one is nice, but I feel like it falls a bit short at some points - for example, Elwin's words are given to us only in letter (which I can barely read, small script) with no voice over. Then we get the matching armbands foe Clive and Joshua, but we don't seem them. I couldnt find them in the inventory, or attached to the brothers. I feel like the feels would have hit harder with a bit - more? I can't really explain XD

Then the "Under new management" quest line. Anything else think the Dame Isabelle is awesome, and her and that Philippe guy are cute? Just me?

That's as far as I got now. There's some others but these were my faves. I need to finish like four more, two hunts, and then I will probably download the DLC before I continue the main quest