#I have never once stopped before taking a test to think 'hmm how much time can I spend on each part of this' I just GO

[emkini]

Okay wait hold on do you people actually pay attention to time when you take tests?? As in you calculate exactly how much time you can spend on certain sections instead of just vibing through???

[scummy-writes]

Stealing a Taste

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader

Words: 938

Pre-relationship, Gilbert is being a menace while watching you bake, 'flirting' (he's being gross)

Before 'Belle', baking was a hobby you indulged in happily. Seeing Rio and Mr. Akatasuki's smiling faces when you surprised them with sweet treats always made your heart warm, especially when it would cause Rio to let out a flurry of sugary praise for you as well.

And at home, it was easy to get lost in the fun of it. The small messes, humming whatever tunes had been stuck in your head as of late, 'sneakily' plucking a few extra bits of fruit or chocolate for yourself.

You'd think that with a whole kitchen to yourself, after a stressful couple of weeks in the castle, would bring a smile to your face. Ease the worries away while playing with ingredients you weren't normally privy to.

But...

"Hmm? Why did you stop?"

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Gilbert lounge against the kitchen counter, eyes meeting yours intently. He wore an easygoing smile, but the whisk in your hand felt hard to hold. The more you thought of the horror stories you had heard, as well as the way he wormed his way by you at every chance, the more difficult it was to concentrate on your hobby. All you could ponder was how he may react if this wasn't to his liking.

"I... was just thinking. Sorry." You mumbled, ignoing the sweat on your palm as you set to whisking again.

"Did I ask for an apology? Hehe, you give those away so carelessly, little rabbit."

Electing to forgo a response, you instead take in a deep breath and begin mixing again with vigor - a vigor to get this done faster, so you stop feeling so jittery...

But with a fascination to bother like a very lavender-coded prince you knew, Gilbert doesn't spare you as you hope. Instead he mocks a pout with a sigh, muttering just enough for you to hear.

"That doesn't look nearly as sweet as it should."

This was the second time he was complaining about that, even after seeing all the sugar you dumped into this. At this point, you were wondering if he was trying to purposely ruin this batch - but what fun would he gain from ruining tea party sweets?

"I... Believe it is. It may already be too sweet, honestly."

"Hmm... Are you sure?"

The way he smiles with his eye slightly narrowed freezes you once more, but not enough to put you off completely. He's been doing this more and more, testing little ways to push you into doing what he wants. And now while that gaze still does something to you, it doesn't scare you much past the initial look.

Sighing, you decide to go along with his complaint. It was far easier to do so than to hear him push it further, in ways that did finally unnerve you into doing it anyway. So you separate some batter from the rest in a small bowl to dip two fingers into.

With your index and middle fingers partly coated in the batter, you go to sample the batter to test how much sugar you could add before ruining the recipe (further), but before you have a chance to, his gloved hand shoots into view. With a delicate, but firm grasp, Gilbert tugs your wrist closer to him until...

"Mmm..."

Your two fingers are slipped into his warm, wet mouth. Just the top half of them, a little further past than the batter coated.

The first thought to cross your mind is how soft the inside of his mouth is. The sensation of his tongue presses against the underside of your fingers, rubbing gently. As if coaxing you to do something - what, you're unsure of. But the longer you sit there, mouth slightly agape with surprise, Gilbert just continues.

Holding your hand in place, he opts to hollow his cheeks slightly, suckling at your fingers now and prompting a small gasp from you. Never had you considered how this felt, but now with how his tongue works at your fingers in conjunction, you're starting to understand why those women in your romances blushed at the feeling of this. Because if this is how it felt with just the tips of your fingers - a pleasant warmth rhythmically stroking your fingers, the tip of it rubbing circles at the pad of your index finger, the pressure applied when he gently sucked... How would it feel on a more sensitive area?

You could hazard a guess, which caused heat to rise to your cheeks. And that seemed to be what Gilbert was waiting for, as the moment the heat burned bright, he s l o w l y dragged your fingers out of his mouth as he continued to suck. Until they came out with a wet pop.

Yet he kept your hand in his grasp, continuing to stare into your eyes as he spread your index and middle fingers, caressing the inbetween with his tongue. Almost as if he were mimicking what he could do to...your...

"P-Prince Gilbert!!"

With a high-pitched yelp, you finally yank your hand towards freedom, mind swimming with obscene imagry. You know it's what caused your pitch to shift higher, adding extra embarrassment as he just laughed, but you're finally safe from... that. Whatever that was.

It's only then that Gilbert spares you from his stare, instead dropping his gaze to the batter with another sigh.

"There's something far more sweeter than this that I'd like, but this will do."

Oh. Is he-? No! You fiercely wipe your fingers free of his tantiliz- his gross saliva, hoping in vain to cleanse your thoughts as well.

......................... i was very, very, distracted at work and thought of Gilbert doing that 'v' mouth thing to Mc, purposefully trying to distract her, but then I tried to think of a reason for him doing so, and then thought this up............. i don't have any excuses.........

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[suntoru]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I’M NOT A DERE, TSUN TSUNDERE ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

summary: how some of the genshin guys act with a tsundere reader <3

feat. albedo, diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, kamisato ayato, al haitham, heizou.

a/n: HED,LP I REALLY HOPE THIS ISN’T CRINGE BUT ALSO HOW COULD IT NOT BE 💀💀

warnings: fluff, lots of teasing, flustered reader, a tinge of jealousy, cringeworthy moments

─ ✰ ALBEDO finds himself fascinated with you, initially looking at you like an experiment. is there a certain reason you seem so embarrassed around him? you’re always distracted, maybe it’s the harsh weather of dragonspine making you turn red? he moves your hands out of your face, peering and inspecting you thoroughly, much to your chagrin. “s-stop that!!” you stutter, nervous at how close he is. he seems to stop around your lips, sharp aquamarine eyes piercing into them. but when it seems like he’s about to kiss you, he gently let’s go of your hands and writes down in his notebook. you feel a flurry of mixed emotions, is he doing this on purpose? you huff at the thought, grabbing your coat to make your exit, the light-blonde too busy studying his notes to notice. but later, when you curiously sneak a look at the book, you feel your face heat up. test subject needs a new coat. the weather seems to be too cold, as they are always pink and stuttering. although, the pink quite suits them.

─ ✰ DILUC, in the beginning, was quite confused by your antics. you say you don’t like him and act cold towards him, but there seems to be these rare moments where your act slips up and a silver of your true personality seems to shine through. he finds himself enamoured in you, craving to see what really hides beneath the surface. when he was overworking himself, sleeping for barely four hours a night, you sternly (with a blush) told him he needs to take care of himself, and you made him take a break and eat some food. for the first time in a while, he felt… like someone truly cared for him. he must admit, your behaviour seems to have grown on him, and he finds your act… cute. he subtly wants to get you to admit your feelings, just so he knows for sure, but until you’re ready, which may be never </3 he’ll wait until the ends of eternity for you. for now, he admires you from a distance, making sure to respect your space, although it seems you get blushy and defensive by just talking to him.

─ ✰ KAEYA, we all know is going to tease the living shit out of you. he lives for your flustered scowl, finding you so adorable it makes his heart fuzzy. when you insist that you don’t like him like that with a pinky blush coating your cheeks, he leans oh so closer, almost trapping you against the wall you were standing behind, whispering in your ear, “hmm, are you sure?” his charming smile is on full display when you push him backwards and start yelling at him. “w-who said you could do that, you idiot? do you want to die?” he also loves to make you jealous, flirting with other people at the angel’s share. he thinks it’s so cute how you pout like that, wanting to say something to him, but ultimately too stubborn to. when he returns, smirking at your defeated gaze, he tilts your head up with his fingers. “awww, is my angel jealous?” he coos as you tilt your head the other way in embarrassment. “how dare you? i would never lower my standards that far.” you snap back. his head bends down to meet yours, almost grazing your lips. “stop pouting, angel, or i’ll have to kiss it off your lips.”

─ ✰ CHILDE… oh dear. he treats you like a little kid, constantly doting on you even when you tell him to stop. he just can’t help it, you’re so precious he has to. really, it’s your fault for being so enchanting. he quite enjoys seeing your face turn pink because of him, he did it once by accident, and now, he can’t stop. if you’re shorter than him, he purposefully puts things out of reach, watching you struggle for a bit before walking in. he stands behind you, arms trapping you in a kabedon as he effortlessly plucks the item and hands it to you, a charming smile on his face. when you snap at him, saying you don’t need his help, he only smiles cheekily and pets your head affectionately. “mhm, you’re such a big girl/boy!” unleash your inner furry and bite him please if you want to get revenge, just make him jealous!! act all innocent and sweet with his friends, and be cold to him <3 it’ll drive him crazy, much to your amusement. but all of his poutiness ceases when he heard a genuine giggle from you. oh my… you truly own the heart of the eleventh harbinger.

─ ✰ KAZUHA is so patient, so loving… how could you not want to make this man smile?? >:( while he loves to see you flustered, unlike a certain someone, won’t do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable before he knows you like him back for sure. you drunkenly confess to him one day before blacking out, forgetting about the incident when you wake up in the morning, tucked into bed in your pyjamas. after that, he slowly tries to get you to lower your guard. when you talk to him, he makes his voice extra soft, trying to appear friendly and relaxed, hoping you’ll do the same. but even if you don’t, he doesn’t give up that easily. he reads you his writings, about a man who’s so deeply in love with a beautiful but oblivious individual, but they end up realizing their feelings. he sees your eyes shine in interest, tsundere personality seemingly melting away for that moment in time. he’s there to remind you, before trying anything romantically, he’s happy to be your friend until you finally give into your feelings.

─ ✰ AYATO finds comfort in your presence, he finds you to be a breath of fresh air, something new. from the start of his life, the very moment he was born, all he’s ever known was an obedient bow and a, “yes, young master.” but you… you don’t. you stick your tongue out at him, call him dummy, idiot, insults that could get you in serious trouble for offending a ‘royal’… yet you’re not afraid. his title means nothing to you, and for the first time in his life, he feels free. free from his duties, free from the burdens, and he can just be himself. and he finds himself falling for you, your stubbornness, pride, all of your flaws, everything. he often finds himself seeking you in his spare time, even if you brush him off with an annoyed but blushy frown. for the head of the kamisato clan, one must assume he wants great things. but in reality, all he really wants is just to make you smile once, on his own merit. and to others, he may be kamisato ayato, yashiro commissioner, but to you, he’s your stupid idiot <3

─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM is your arch-nemesis in the early stages of your ‘friendship’. in a sense, you’re just like him. you prefer to be alone, you aren’t a pushover… but most importantly, just like him, you have pride, and an ego you won’t put away just for anyone. at first, he hates you, you won’t back down and take no for an answer, choosing to argue for hours if it means you get to input your opinion, even if all he wants to do is go home and crash on his bed. but over time, he starts to notice the little things you do when you’re around him: dilated pupils, flushed skin, the slight stutter in your voice… he’s read about this once. according to the study of body language, the gestures you’re unconsciously giving off is a sign of attraction. over time, he starts to realize his feelings as well. he’s softer, more protective of you, everyone but you two in the akademiya notices it but you two. one day, he randomly blurts it out to you, and watches as your eyes widen and heartbeat picks up. “how d-dare you, no one would like such a stuck-up snob!”

─ ✰ HEIZOU’S a detective for archon’s sake, you can’t hide anything from him. he may be a carefree spirit, but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid. he knows all about your little crush on him, but he plays along with your act. he acts dumb, pretending to be clueless but then flustering you on purpose. when you toss him a boxed lunch carelessly that you spent hours making, saying how you just made a little extra, he thanks you for your generosity and shares it with the rest of the detectives. since you made extra, that means it’s for everyone, right? when you throw insults at him, he only looks innocently at you, endlessly apologizing and bowing down to you if he’s insulted you in any way. he calls you pet names, and when you blushingly tell him to stop, he calls you by your formal name instead. while he finds all this funny, rest assured he actually has feelings for you too. he’s just waiting for you to burst, so he can have sweet victory <3

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"This one's reserved"

SFW , Fluff.

crocodile x reader

You always wondered why he never put rings on that finger, he'd always wear the flashiest diamonds and most intricate exspensive golds on his hands however solely refused to take up space on his hand.

He likes looking exspensive so why didnt he add another?

"Could it be?" The thought flashed your mind. Maybe he leaves it bare because hes reserving it for a wedding ring.. You thought.

Its the right hand and the right finger is he really that type of man? To hold him in high enough proper standarts to avoid using jewlery for that purpose alone. The thought made you blush a little.

"How modest of him.." you giggled.

"What is?" A voice from the shadows erupted, gleaming brown eyes reflecting sunlight.

"Oh nothing.." you kept smiling.

"Go on i'm waiting." He waited, stepping out of the shadows he leaned back in his chair white smoke lingering from his cigar.

"I don't think youre interested in old fashion modesty, are you?" You leaned on the table beside him scooting over some of his papers.

"Who knows, is this the reason youre acting like a school girl?" His answer was as dry as sand.

"Not really no." You lied looking at the way he puffed his cigar. Every finger coated in gold except one huh.

"In any case get off the table i have work to do." He demanded making you push yourself off the wodden desk.

Not to assume but was he avoiding your questioning?

You smiled to yourself for the last time nearing his door until you stopped. He didnt ask you to leave like he usually does, you dared to test your limits trying to overstay your welcome you headed for the large bookshelf grabbing out a book.

Crocodiles eyes followed you slowly watching what youre doing, not like he cared but somehow it was nice to have company for once. He thought.

You knew how dismissive and heardheaded this man was, how little he trusted those around him and not to mention how hard was it to even begin to make him talk to you like two proper adults not wanting to kill eachother.

You flipped the book on its back reading the introduction of it then you pried open the first page starting to read.

A while passed eventually Crocodile butted out his cigar cutting it with a neat machine for another use.

Some time passed as you were now on the fiftieth page of the book enticed in the story it told, until you looked over his direction. He was sitting silently filing out paperwork ,somehow he looked a little at peace, not guarded a bit relaxed. It was a refershing sight.

You gently smiled at the view and with a poof your book came to a close. You didnt want to disturb him so you got up quietly putting the book back ,your feet nearing the door out of his office.

In the back of your head you could feel a gaze, he was eyeing you again. The question seemed to bother him a little.

You opened the door and before he got to annoy you more with his dry and uninformative answers you headed out.

You made your way to the kitchen many floors below his office, asking the chefs at his casino for some hot water and tea.

"Whats the occasion las'?" The cook asked unusual of you to order anything here.

"Oh you know, showing some courtesy to the big bad man."

"Hmm i see, take this in that case.

He offered you a small bag filled with crumpled up leaves no doubt tea, with a bit of a crunch you opened it, nose filling with the scent of ginger and florals.

"Do you mind if i get some utensils and hot water with it?"

"Not at all, here you go kid." the man replied offering you a nice tray with some sugar lemon and a tiny flower in an even tinier vase.

"How cute.." you observed the little flower.

"Think he's the type to care for flowers?"

"Dont think so, but if you are keep the water changed every few days, should bloom beautifully." he added trying not to talk about his boss all too much.

The flower was maybe a bit bigger than a timy rock, a very floral white it had for petals, you wanted to nurture it and see it bloom.

Making your way back into his office you put down the tray on the book-table the tiny flower dangling in the middle of it.

"Care for some tea?" You offered politley. Hearing nothing.

Back to his old self again?

Crocodile was so much in the zone he actually didnt even notice you entering as this was a very important contract he had to decide on, he was wondering about expanding the casino buisness for a while now however not in the same town or country.

You poured yourself two cups of tea the aroma of ginger filling the air around you. You placed a few sliced of lemon on the side of the cupholder and a pair of sugar cubes, not knowing how he likes his tea you prepared for the occasion anyway.

"Thanks." He kept reading the contract.

You paused for a second, giving the authorative male a quick glance, he wasn't even focused on his surroundings he spaced out so much that he of all people thanked for tea from you.

You slightly chuckled daring to press your hand against his shoulder before walking off a second time.

He felt the warmth on his side however still too distracted with the contract to care.

"In order of offering our land in the country of-" he stopped focusing. He had been reading far too much and all these logistics were making his brain aggitated. He lit the cigar taking the cup in hand didnt bother with sugar or lemon. He admired the taste afterall he picked it for the mènu.

"I wouldnt call it modesty," He exhaled a cloud of weak smoke, "This one's reserved for something better than gaudy jewelry."

"Theres something better than gold for you?" you piqued not expecting him to start talking about feelings what so ever.

"Mm." his voice rumbled deep in his chest, it was interesting how little yet how much he can exspose you to his inner world.

You smiled understandingly, "Cheers to that." You drank in odd silence, Crocodile held something back that day.

- 5 days later -

You had taken care of the flower everyday watering it putting it in shade and in the sun making sure to relish the hard work and consistency you gave it.

Ah if only work could be this easy.

Thankfully your errands dropped before you had the chance to start them, you didnt ask about it either, happily taking the day off.

It was around midday, you were busy continuing the book and all of a sudden the sound of metal on wood alerted you, something fell..

You got up to check, still rolling right under the beautifully bloomed flower layed a slim gold ring.

Your eyes wide as how it got in the room in the first place you picked it up setting it on your finger for experimentation. It fit at best your middle finger however once switching one over it slided on perfectly not willing to budge.

"Hmm, this is nice." you liked how it looked, chique but extrordinary something about it made you like it more and more.

Few knocks and no wait for an answer the door opened the tall figure welcoming himself in.

"Anything wrong?" you asked him.

"No, simply sweeping the perimiter, i seem to have lost something." he looked at you.

"?" you stared stupidly at him.

"Maybe it was this?" You showed you hand to him the golden ring sitting on your ring finger perfectly.

"Got married or are you just bragging?"

Your face flushed. "W-What neither i just found this thing in my room."

He hummed staring at you, hand reaching for his cigar you noticed the spot on his hand that was empty a few days before was now enticed in a simple thick wedding band.

"Youre joking right?" you were shocked.

"What."

"Well hello something better than gold? but its there anyway."

"It's different." He calmly stated taking your hand in his, he kissed your knuckle leaving you speachless.

"This one is for you and me."

[peterparkersnose]

Christmas Vibes

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: nostalgia, age gap, horrible attempt to capture joel’s accent (fuck), just christmas fluff :)

a/n this kicks off my joel stories in preperation for tlou show on hbo max starting jan 15! enjoy and have a happy holidays. please tell me you understand the vibe aspect (triangle, purple, thursday, the number 4, blueberry pie) bc if not i am just really undiagnosed. 

summary Joel tries to make Christmas special for Y/N once again

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“It’s snowing,” you sighed, looking at your reflection in your window. The street lamp lights outside were plagued with the falling snow.

“Never liked winter,” Joel shuttered, taking off his jeans. You heard his belt clank as it hit the hamper. “Really? Not even Christmas?” you asked, playing with a strand of your hair with your gaze still locked outside.

“Sarah always loved it. I liked seeing her happy so I tolerated it.” Joel sighed. You could see the reflection of his flannel pajama pants in the window. You were touched that he mentioned Sarah. He rarely did. Even if you slept in the same room with that eerie photo of the two of them together staring at you, you never dared pushing the subject.

“What did she like?” you asked, testing the waters. “Hmm,” Joel thought. “When she was real young she loved Santa. Her grandpa would come around every year dressed up as ‘em. I’ll never forget her face every year when he would come.”

You nodded, not sure what to say. “I miss Christmas.” you sighed, sitting down next to Joel in the bed. “How many did you get? Before…”

“12.” you sighed. “My mom would always go out and cut us down a tree. I sometimes think about the smell of a real tree. It’s much different when the tree is in the woods versus your living room. I miss it. Every time it gets cold like this, my memories come back and it makes me hate this damned broken world even more.” you sighed, laying down on your back and staring at the ceiling.

“We always had fake trees,” Joel commented, flicking off the lamp. He was unsure on how to respond to you, so he tried to take your mind off the bitterness of the memories.

“You give fake tree vibes.” you told Joel, reaching for his hand in the sheets. “How can one give fake tree vibes?” “You just do.” “Explain?” he asked, grabbing your hand tightly “There’s no explanation. Just like how Maria gives off former yoga teacher vibes,”

He stopped and thought for a moment. “Well I’ll be damned, she really do.” “Told ya.” “Go to sleep,” he sighed. “She most definitely had a pixie cut when the world wasn’t shit,” you added.

“Where does your mind come up with these things?” Joel chuckled. “Ellie and I had a very intense conversation about it on patrol a few days ago. Just like how Tommy gives off cinnamon raisin bread vibes.”

“Stop that,” Joel insisted, shuffling in bed. “It’s too accurate. Freakin’ me out.”

“Maybe she has a dragonfly tattoo too. Somewhere special where only Tommy knows. Very yoga teacher-ish.”

“Go to bed Y/N.” Joel huffed, slamming his eyes shut.

Joel didn’t even know why he was doing this. He didn’t even like Christmas when the world was still normal.

But he liked you sure of a hell lot more than he hated Christmas.

His back ached as he dragged the tree through the gates of Jackson. He had picked out the greenest tree he could find and cut it down. The horse would have been useless with a close to 120 pound tree (he estimated).

“Need some help?” Tommy chuckled, arms crossed amused watching his brother lug in a tree. “S’pose I could,” he hissed at him, dragging the stem of the tree against the dirt ground. “All this for a woman?” Tommy asked, lifting the muddy end of the tree. “Your tellin’ me you wouldn’t do this for Maria?” “Maria wouldn’t want it,” “Well if she did?”

Tommy paused for a second to think. “Hell no,”

The tree barely fit in the door to your house. Joel cringed at all the needles he was going to have to pick up after this.

“Got her in?” Tommy asked, entering the house with the end of the tree still in his grips.

Tommy saw the makeshift tree holder and set the tree in the metal hole. Joel propped it up, holding the tree up for Tommy to bolt the tree to the metal plate.

The two of them now out of breathe took a step back to see the enormous tree.

“I think you may have underestimated the size of your house, big brother.” Tommy said, patting Joel on the back.

Joel’s eyes were glued to the top of the tree pressed against the ceiling and jutting outward.

His arms were crossed with one hand rubbing his brow. “She’s gonna hate it,” he muttered. “I think it’s rather cute. Quirky if you ask me. She likes that shit, don’t she?” Tommy re assured his brother.

“Should I cut it?” Joel asked. “Nah. You went out and did the dirty work. If she doesn’t appreciate it, she doesn’t deserve it. I always got a lighter if you need it.” he suggested.

Joel swept the needles up from the ground in preparation of your return. You had spent the day distracted by Ellie. The kids were having a winter festival down in the square and you two were volunteering.

Joel most definitely owed Ellie one after this.

He found the red and green blankets from storage and placed them on the couch. Holiday decorations were rare to find (minus halloween) and he was trying his best.

He was in the middle of fluffing the pillows when he heard the old door creek open.

A sudden gasp came from you as your hand clasped over your mouth. “What is this?” you asked, a smile widening on your face.

“I know it ain’t perfect, I didn’t measure right but it’s…”

“Joel, it’s perfect.” you insisted, wrapping your hands around the man who was cowering in embarrassment. “It’s too tall, the tree ain’t right.”

“Shh,” you shushed him, wrapping an arm around his rib cage. “I love it,” you muffled into his chest.

“Oh!” you said, suddenly realizing what you had done that day.

You and Ellie had made strings of snowflakes all day with the kids.

The white paper cut outs strung perfectly around the tree.

“Careful there,” Joel said, balancing you as you stood on your tippy toes to reach the top. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready for-”

Joel hoisted you up by your waist erupting a squeal from you. “Joel!” you laughed, squirming in his reach.

“String…‘em,” he demanded with his raspy voice, struggling holding you in his grip. As you strung the paper around the branches, needles dropped down. Specifically on Joel.

“What are you doing?” you asked after hearing the noise of Joel spitting. “Them damn needles- in my face.” he grunted, finally letting you down.

A tiny laugh came from you as you faced him once again. “What’s so funny?” he asked. You carefully plucked the stray needles out of his bushy eyebrows, making sure they didn’t fall in his eyes. “All better now,” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m surprised your not covered in sap,” you commented, sitting down on your comfy couch in Joel’s arms. You handed him his cup of coffee. “Showered ‘for you got home,”

“What if I wanted you covered in sap?” you asked, staring up at the tree. “What?” Joel asked, confused. “So I could have washed it off of ya.”

Joel sucked his teeth. “It’s a damn shame,” he sighed, taking a sip of his coffee.

“And you brought this in all by yourself?” you asked, grabbing Joel’s bicep. “Mhm,” he lied, taking Tommy’s credit. “My strong man,” you said, folding closer into his body.

“Thank you, Joel.” you sighed, remembering the previous night. “It’s just like old times.” “Well, I’m glad you like it,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“It gives off Christmas vibes,” Joel said, very proud of himself. “Yes Joel, sure. It gives Christmas vibes.” You chuckled, enamored at his attempt to understand your humor.

“Just like how Ellie gives off the vibe that she can only wear red socks on a Friday.”

“Stop that shit already,”

“And how when the world wasn’t like this, Tommy probably had shit credit.”

“He did,” Joel laughed. “Stop it now, your still freaking me out.”

“You brought it up!”

“Yeah, because it was funny when I did it.”

“Yes Joel. Hilarious.”

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𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: swearing

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"What? A Quirk assessment test?" Most of the class exclaimed in unison.

"But orientation!" Uraraka whined. "We're gonna miss it!" Who cares? Sana sighed, just wanting to jump into the action already. She was dying to know the quirks of her new classmates and get a feel for her competition.

Their home room teacher obviously couldn't have cared less about missing something as trivial as orientation. "If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies." Uraraka and others gasped at the haggard man's brutal honesty. Sana nodded her head solemnly in agreement. "Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit." A few uneasy looks were spotted in the crowd. The unidentified pro held up a small tablet. "You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn."

Not if my father has anything to say about it, she argued.

Mr. Aizawa turned towards the angry ash blonde standing not two feet away from her. "Bakugou, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?"

"Sixty‐seven meters, I think."

So Blondie's name is Bakugou.

"Right. Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle." Bakugou stepped inside the designated area. Sana watched his every breath and each shift of his muscular frame in anticipation. That confidence of his is killer. His quirk must be incredibly strong.

"Go on. You're wasting our time." An impatient Aizawa stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets.

Bakugou stretched his throwing arm in preparation. "Alright, man. You asked for it." He replied nonchalantly. Then, with a crazed look in his eyes, he suddenly wound his arm back and-

"DIE!" He screeched inhumanly as he released an explosion from his hand, sending the ball rocketing through the sky. Sana's eyes narrowed at the display of power. Just as she'd expected, Blondie had a strong and flashy quirk... but did he really have to be so loud all of the time?

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities," Aizawa narrated as the class silently followed the trajectory of Bakugou's pitch. The ball eventually came to a stop, making the device in Aizawa's hand beep. "It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero." He flipped the device around to show them Bakugou's results.

705.2 meters. An impressive score, Sana could admit, but not an unbeatable one.

"Whoa, 705 meters, are you kidding me?" Kaminari was shocked by the results of the test, pun very much intended.

Bakugou returned to his original spot with a cocky smirk, flashing his teeth at Sana in hopes of provoking a fight. He obviously wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. Luckily, neither was she. Just you wait, pretty boy. I'll blow you straight out of the water.

After a few students made the mistake of commenting on how fun it looked, their teacher smiled sadistically before adding a punishment: whoever ranked last at the end of the eight tests would be expelled.

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Uraraka once again confronted their teacher.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are?" Aizawa countered. "Or power‐hungry villains, hmm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness. It's a hero's job to try to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra‐style." He bent his finger in a come here motion. "Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

Sana's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. Her eyes cut to the dual-haired boy standing in the back of the group. So close, yet so far away. I have to prove that I'm strong enough to make it on my own.

"Now then. We're just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin."

The first part of the apprehension test was the 50-meter dash. So far, the most impressive score had come from Iida, but what else would you expect from a guy with engines in his legs? Soon, it was Sana's turn to run. She was paired up against a blonde guy with a tail.

This is my time to shine. As she'd passed by Bakugou to stand at the starting point, she'd made sure to brush his shoulder with her's. Immediately, a warmth had flowed through her body from where they'd made contact. Sana crouched low to the ground and released a deep breath.

Thank you, Bakugou...

Her glowing eyes locked with the said male's just as the starting pistol was about to go off. Her lips curved into a devious grin, making his red eyes widen slightly.

...for being my stepping stone.

There was a burst of blinding light where the girl had once been standing, causing many of the observers to turn away and shield their eyes. Before the class had time to process what had just happened, the measuring device beeped.

"0.11 seconds!" The automated voice cheered.

Standing at the finish line was Sana, lightly panting as she bent to rest her hands on her knees. Running at the speed of light, her pastel hair cast her eyes in shadow, but did nothing to hide the proud smirk on her face. Try and top that.

"HUUUUUH?" The class exclaimed.

Mina, Kaminari, Kirishima, and a boy named Hanta Sero immediately circled the peach-haired girl once she rejoined the rest of the class. "What the heck was that?!" Mina grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "It was crazy cool, babes!"

"What a manly score!" Kirishima held out a fist, making Sana laugh as she bumped their knuckles together. Thankfully, his quirk wasn't activated, otherwise her hand would've crumbled like wet paper beneath his.

Kaminari slung an arm over her shoulder. "So that's your special move, huh? How about I show you mine tonight-"

"Oi, Flashlight!"

The lightning-haired teen was cut off by a gruff voice. The small group turned to face Bakugou, his red eyes seemingly trying to peer into her soul and learn all of her secrets. "It's Sana," she reminded him with a sigh. "Did you need something?"

"What's your quirk?"

"Does it matter?"

The ash blonde's lip curled in annoyance. "Ya think I didn't notice? You did something." He squeezed his shoulder with a frown. He quickly snapped out of his trance and thrust a finger in her face. "So tell me what the hell your quirk is!"

"I didn't do anything to you." Sana held her hands up defensively. "I just wanted to power up."

"Huh?" He yelled, just as visibly confused as the rest of her new friends.

(Present Mic announcing) "Sana Sakano, her Quirk: Light Manipulation! By absorbing heat and light into her body, she can create blasts of radiation. The more energy she takes in, the stronger her attacks are!"

"Obviously, the Sun is my main source of energy, but any kind of heat will do." Sana tried her best to explain the inner workings of her quirk. "Your quirk has to do with fire, so naturally, your body's core temperature is higher than normal." She placed a hand on Sero's and Kirishima's toned arms and felt a sliver of warmth soak into her palms. "It works with anyone, though I prefer people like you." She shrugged.

"Does your shitty quirk weaken the other person?" Bakugou pressed, his anger unwavering.

"No," Sana answered sourly. "So don't blame me when you lose."

The explosive blonde scoffed. "Whatever. I don't need other people to help me win." Her spirits fell as he turned and stalked away in his strange, grumpy-old-man way, hands shoved into his pockets. Her new friends noticed the sadness in her eyes and immediately tried to cheer her up.

"Hey, don't mind him." Sero reassured her.

"Yeah!" Mina jumped in. "We believe in you, so go out there and kick his ass!" Sana's eyes glimmered, her mouth slightly open in surprise as she stared at each of the four teens in front of her.

They're so... warm.

She didn't mean physically, but a different type of warmth altogether. They offered their attention and affection, two things that Sana had craved her entire life. She had always known coldness: a distant father who brushed her thoughts, feelings and existence aside, a broken, empty home where she spent most nights alone, eating her meals in deafening silence. A family that wasn't a family at all, but business partners. To them, Sana was nothing but an investment, her stock only rising as her power grew and developed. The second that changed, she'd be deemed worthless and discarded.

Just like her mother.

It was why she and Shoto had gotten along so well. They'd lived such similar lives, experienced a lot of the same pain. They could relate to each other in a way most people would never understand. And that was fine, because they knew that they would always have each other.

But somewhere along the way, she'd lost him too.

He'd left, grown cold like his right side, become unapproachable like her father. The home she'd once found in him had become just as dark and deserted as the one she would return to day after day, and once again, she found herself out in the cold. But here, with these people...

U.A really is the best.

The class was tested on their grip strength, followed by the standing long jump. Bakugou had cleared the sandbox by setting off explosions to keep him airborne, which gave Sana an idea for her turn.

When her name was called, she felt her eyes light up as her quirk powered on. Leveling her palms with the ground, she pushed off with her feet and activated her quirk. Like a rocket, blasts of energy burst from her palms and sent her shooting through the air, easily clearing the sandbox. Her landing, on the other hand, could use some improvement. She rolled across the grass a few times before finally coming to a stop. Hearing the concern in her friends' voices, she flashed them a lazy smile and a thumbs up.

Idiot. Bakugou thought to himself as he watched the girl climb to her feet, dirt now smudged along her cheek and PE uniform.

A few pieces of pastel hair, which she'd tied back with a ribbon at the beginning of the assessment, had been freed during the tumble. They floated and danced around her face as she bounced up to the group of morons she called friends. Her smile hadn't wavered, not since he'd confronted her about her quirk. It was seriously starting to piss him off. How could she be so happy with the way things were going? The only standout score she'd managed to get so far was the 50-meter dash, and that was because she'd used him to do it!

One of the final tests was the ball toss, where Bakugou had set a high standard. I just have to beat 705.2 meters, Sana repeated like a mantra in her head.

She'd turned away, as it was Shoto's turn to throw. She hadn't been able to look at him for too long. The distance—both physical and metaphorical—between them too great and far too painful to acknowledge. So Sana ignored it, shoving every thought of him out of her mind. Of how much stronger he'd become over the last few months, how his hair was longer, how he seemed taller than the last time she'd seen him, his muscular frame more developed-

No, bad Sana. She scolded herself for letting her mind slip. She doubted Shoto had thought such things when he'd seen her this morning, learned that they'd been placed in the same class-

Dammit! I'm doing it again!

Thankfully, Shoto was now done, Uraraka having taken his place inside the white circle. She didn't even have to throw the ball. With her gravity quirk, one touch was all it took for her to reach infinity. Midoriya was up next, then Sana.

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." Iida put to words what they were all thinking, worry clear in his voice.

"Huh? Of course he is. He's a Quirkless loser." The explosive blonde glared at the greenette from across the field.

"Really?" Sana exclaimed in awe.

The rest of 1-A was surprised by her genuine excitement. Ever since U.A had amended the rule about quirkless students entering the Hero Course, she'd been anticipating the day that someone without a quirk would step up and prove themselves. It wasn't power that made a hero. Endeavor was living proof of that.

"He has a Quirk." Iida insisted, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?"

Damn, she cursed. I forgot about that.

In the circle, Midoriya readied his arm, a look of pure concentration on his face. His arm seemed to glow for a moment before he released the ball. The baseball fell to the ground seconds later, barely 40 meters away.

"Wow. That was, uh..." Sana's eyes shifted between the boy and the ball. ... extremely underwhelming, she sweat dropped. What could he have possibly done during the entrance exam to impress so many people?!

Midoriya exchanged a few words with their teacher before coming to a realization. "Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero. Eraser Head!"

"Eraser?" Sero scratched his head. "Who's that?"

A frog-like girl came to the rescue. "I've heard of him. I think he works on the down‐low."

Teacher and pupil spoke a little longer, none of them being able to hear exactly what the two were saying. Once Midoriya returned to his spot to try again, the class whispered amongst themselves about what they possibly might've discussed.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice."

"Probably told him to start packing." The satisfaction oozing from Bakugou was troubling to say the least. It was unlikely that he enjoyed much of anything due to his prickly personality, but did he really dislike the green-haired boy so badly that he was actually rooting for him to fail?

"SMASH!" Midoriya shouted as he released the ball a second time. The ball was launched into the air from the pressure, the speed and velocity of the ball on par with Bakugou's, though the explosive teen was too shocked by the fact that surprise—Midoriya is, in fact, not quirkless—to do anything other than gawk.

The end result? 705.3 meters.

Alright, Midoriya, Sana nodded her head in acknowledgment.

Bakugou, shaking himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in, immediately launched himself at the greenette, Aizawa being forced to restrain him with his fashionable scarf—sorry, capture weapon.

"How the hell am I supposed to follow that?" Sana muttered to herself.

"You're wasting my time now." Aizawa grumbled as the students crowded around the boy with the broken finger. "Whoever's next can step up."

That would be me, Sana sighed, stepping forward. Aizawa handed her the ball, which she reluctantly accepted. Taking her place inside the circle, Sana couldn't help but frown down at the white paint, grateful that the class—namely Bakugou—was unable see her unease. Her quirk didn't enhance any of her physical abilities besides her speed and that stunt had burned through most of her stored energy. Thankfully, it was a bright, sunny day out, so whatever reserves she'd lost had quickly been replenished. But throwing a ball (ideally) over 705.2 meters would be a difficult task.

I don't know what to do.

She couldn't help but picture a white-and-red-haired boy in her place. Shoto would've already thrown it. Only the weak hesitate, a voice berated. But it didn't sound like her own. The voice was deeper, more masculine, like her father's telling her nothing she does will ever be good enough. Or like Enji Todoroki's, always reminding her of his son's superiority.

You're not weak, Sana grit her teeth, banishing all thoughts of her former friend. She spotted ash blonde spikes out of the corner of her eye, thought of the harsh words he'd spoken. You don't need others to help you.

"Any day now." That was her teacher's voice. Shit. How much time had she wasted already?

Sana took a deep breath in, felt the rush of her quirk flooding through her. Releasing her breath slowly, she began to run along the inner edges of the white circle, her figure a blur of peach and navy blue. Gripping the softball tightly, she drew her arm back before flinging it into the air. It may not be much now, but...

Her glowing eyes followed the ball's course intently. It whistled through the air before crashing into the soft earth. The device in her teacher's hand displayed her score: 607 meters.

I'm just getting started.

[sinclqir]

first greeting pt 2

warnings/ nsfw, edging, slight angst

the next day copia woke up from his luxurious bed. he yawns while he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. all he can think about is what you’re gonna do to him today.

meanwhile you woke up earlier today, having to gripe at terzo for how much he is spending while he is on tour. you’re a fairly chill person, but you’re stern. terzo is….terzo. he takes nothing seriously, and it fucking irritates you. he always assumes you’re joking whenever you scold him. he’ll be chuckling, smiling, having a good laugh, while you’re practically fuming.

“terzo. are you listening to me?” you ask through gritted teeth. “hmm?! what was that sorella? the music is so loud here!” he was at a club, spending way too much. “terzo! will you just fucking listen for once!?” you begin to pace around your office, gripping your phone.

sister gave copia paperwork so he could deliver it to you. he was practically sweating bullets, nervous yet very excited on what you would say. he approaches your door and holds up one of his fists to knock, before he does he hears you basically growl. his heart beats faster in his chest, heat rising through him. he decides to go through with it and gave your door a firm knock.

you groan and ask, “what!?” copias breath hitches, “uh…it’s…i-it’s me sorella… i have something to give you…” his voice is small. you wanted to feel bad at yelling at him but terzo kept pushing your buttons. you stride to the door and open it, turning around again. you sit down on your office chair and gesture for copia to sit in-front of you. the cardinal scurries to sit down and sets the paperwork on your desk.

“if you don’t stop spending all this fucking money, i will make sure that the hotel you will be staying at will be the shittiest place you’ll ever be.” copia watches you intently. “oh cmon sorella, you wouldn’t- no let me rephrase that, you can’t.” you could practically hear his smirk through the phone. your breathing quickened. “yes i will. are you trying to test me here?” copia could hear terzo even though the phone wasn’t on speaker. “you can’t speak to me like that, i’ll have you fired before you can even blink.” copias eyes widened at his brothers words. “terzo. i have been trying to be civil, but if you give me no respect, i will never give you any.” terzo laughed, “i’m done with this conversation.” terzo hung up.

you could feel your blood boiling, your jaw tightening, your breathing quickening. you abruptly stood up and slammed your phone against the wall, shaking in anger. copia felt out of place, awkwardly looking at you. you regain your composure, “i’m sorry you had to hear that cardinal, he can be very irritating at times.” you laughed bitterly. “anyway, what’s this paperwork that sister gave me?” copia snapped out of his trance. “it’s terzos expenses….” he felt nervous to say it. you sat back down in your chair. “what a beautiful coincidence.” you reached for the paperwork. “you seem very tense sorella…” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, “really? didn’t notice.” you immediately regretted your words, “i’m sorry i didn’t mean for that to be that rude. i’ve been very stressed as of recently.”

“would you like a shoulder massage?” copia asked timidly. you smirked, look up at him from your paperwork. “hmm…that actually sounds nice.” his eyes seemed to have lit up. he gets out of his chair and walks over to you. he stops behind you and nervously sets his hands on your shoulders. he starts kneading at the knots in your shoulders. you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh. he felt happy that he could give you a little bit of relaxation.

he kept kneading, slowly going harder. a moan slipped out of your mouth. copias movements stop for a moment before continuing. your body shuddered, and when copia felt that ,his pants started to tighten.

it started getting to a point where copia felt like he couldn’t handle it anymore. it had only been about 5 minutes and he was rock hard, trying to subtly grind into the back of your chair. you felt him against the chair, pushing up against it, then pulling back. you immediately knew what he was doing.

“you’re so good at this…” you basically moaned out. you could feel his hands stop their movements before shakily continuing. “grazie…”

you started over dramatizing how good it felt. you praised him, telling him he’s so good, so good to you. every praise made his hands shake even more. you put one of your hands over his and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, “what’s wrong? you’re hands are so shaky…” your voice was like honey, it drove him crazy. “n-nothing sorella!” he stuttered.

“come here. stand in front of me.” you let go of his hands. his eyes widen and his hands clasped in front of his bulge. you rolled your chair back, giving him room. copia stood in front of you, standing straight. he stayed silent.

“put your hands behind you.”

he slowly put his hands behind his back. he looked down to see if you would notice his erection, and oh yes you could. you smirked and looked up at him. you ran one of your hands lightly up his thigh. his breath hitched. “w-what are y- oh!” his sentence was cut off as your hand met his bulge. “un fottuto pervertito…” he bit his lip, trying to keep his moans. “take off your cassock.” you rolled your chair back further. he started to nervously unbutton his black cassock. occasionally he would look at you. once he finished he slipped it off his shoulders and set it on the desk. “may i ask you something?” he looks up immediately, “si….of course…” you rolled your chair closer, your feet meeting his.

“how does it feel?” he watches your every move with wide eyes. “what do you mean?” he asked. “how does it feel to be un vecchio sporco?” he looked away, ashamed. you rested your hands on his thighs. “how does it feel to be a complete pervert?” arousal pooled in his stomach. “barely touched me for 5 minutes and you’re throbbing..” your words made him audibly whimper. “do you want me to touch you?”

he nodded frantically. “do you think you deserve it?” he nodded again. you smiled seductively and started unbuttoning his pants. his breath quickened when you started to pull down his pants and underwear. his dick sprang free, it was already dripping with precum. copia let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he felt the cold air hit him. you gawked at his large size, you knew he was big but you didn’t expect THAT big. (monster ghock) you wrapped your hand around the base of his ghock (okay im done) and slowly started stroking him.

his face looked so cute like this, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, heavy breathing. his whimpers drove you absolutely crazy. you began to grip him a little tighter, squeezing harder when you meet his tip. copia felt like he was on cloud nine, it didn’t feel real. you brought your mouth to his tip and licked his slit. his eyes snapped down. he whined so loud it was almost ear splitting. you kept teasingly licking at his tip as you stroked him. copia fely his orgasm coming close.

“i’m…i’m close…” he shuts his eyes closed and grips the table harder. before he can reach his climax, you pull off of him. “wait! i-i wasn’t finished!” copia whines. you look up at him with a mischievous grin. “i have to get to work.” copias face reddens as he heavy breathes. “b-but i was good! i did what i was asked!” he looked as if he was about to cry. “meet me at my chambers at 12:00 tonight, we’ll continue where we left off. but in the meantime, i need to get to work so if you’ll just…” you gestured for him to move.

copia hurriedly pulled up his pants and got out of your way. after he finished putting on his cassock, he left your office. he could feel his dick throb in his pants as he tried to speed his way to his room. once he reached it, he entered and locked his door. all that could be heard was his whining and whimpering, and him occasionally calling out your name.

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sorry for the wait, i’ve been busy. i’ve also made a new tiktok @sinclqirr , i edit 👍

[ayyy-pee]

your kishibe post was immaculate. do you have any nsfw/sfw hcs for him?

hi anon! sorry it took me so long to get to this. omg thank you!!! hmm i've never written hcs before but i can try!

i always imagine boyfriend kishibe (he puts you through the ringer at first but...idk he's soft for you sometimes) i like to imagine he tries to be cold with the person he cares about but he's sweet when he's truly committed and not assuming you'll die at any moment.

❥ i think when kishibe is interested, he's kind of an asshole lol. he's used to losing people so he tries to just get it over with. if you're gonna die, you're gonna die. so he assigns you to fucking difficult devil cases as a test. you've already caught his eye but if you're going to be with him, you can't be useless and weak. it's rule #1

❥ but he's thoroughly impressed with your strength whenever you succeed. i think he'll finally ask you out to drink with him after you've survived a long enough time lol and he'll be pleasantly surprised that you can hold your liquor almost as well as him

❥ he goes back to your place with you that same night where he bends you over the back of the couch and fucks you at a brutal pace. tosses you around like a damn ragdoll. has your legs shaking. you've never been fucked the way he fucks you and you're obsessed

❥ once you start dating, you see a bit of a different side of him. he cares more than he lets on...

❥ every day that you come back alive and open the door to his apartment, he takes a deep swig of his liquor and hides his relieved smile behind his canteen

❥ he leaves you your favorite breakfast items in your office when no one is around, but you know it's him from the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the room. you whisper a quiet thank you when you see him in the halls and he ignores you lol

❥ it's not often he gets jealous, he mostly doesn't care if someone else hits on you. but if he cares enough, it can happen. again, he's so used to losing people and if he finds someone who has hung around long enough for him to date them, i think he'll want to hold on to that. he'll definitely try to hide it though

❥ he doesn't seem the least bit upset that you ended up locked in a time loop in a one bed hotel room for days fighting a devil with Aki (who he's positive has feelings for you) Aki poses a real threat because he understands your lifestyle. you work with him often and you get along great.

❥ he doesn't seem the least bit jealous about the whole Aki situation...but the possessive way he grips onto your thighs while you sit on top of him, telling you to watch as he drives his hips roughly up into yours until you're a drooling mess, murmuring about how he hoped you enjoyed your "little vacation" with Aki says otherwise. can't stop his actual jealousy from slipping out when he asks if you let Aki touch you, fuck you, taste you in the hotel the same way he's doing tonight

❥ then he'll fill you with his cum, so full of him. still fucking you until it's leaking from your center and making a sticky mess between your bodies

❥ but he'll be sweet after and run a hot bath for you after he finishes fucking you damn near through the bed, only grunting when you thank him as he climbs into the bath behind you

❥ after bathing, when you both settle into bed, kishibe will wrap his arms around you tightly and bury his nose in your hair as you both slip into a deep slumber together, just happy to have one more night with you

❥❥ all in all i love my grumpy old man and i wish he'd pick up the phone i love him so much. kishibe pls call ME sdlfjdk

[astra-galaxie]

I have been thinking about your Karen hcs you wrote before all the time (i still love them sm i swear) and i was wondering if you have anymore hcs to share about her? maybe even about her and Frank? :D

Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed them so much!🥰

More of my Karen headcanons? Hmm… Well, I don’t have much because it's been a while since I’ve focused on season 2 characters, but let’s see what I can come up with!

She’s athletic and likes to keep in shape. She enjoys going on runs, hiking and swimming. She also lifts weights and practices her endurance

Frank taught her how to shoot a gun. They used to go to the shooting range for dates and to relieve stress

She and Frank used to compete against each other in card games. They never bet for money but to test their skills since both are avid gamblers. Strip poker was one of their favourite games to play

She never stopped loving Frank, not even after their divorce. A part of herself still loved him, and she would keep up to date about his life through the news and mutual friends

She’s always been a strong, independent woman. She was raised and taught how to do things herself, from cooking to changing a tire. Frank respected her independence and never tried to undermine her abilities. The only exception was when Karen was pregnant and needed help with certain things, and even so, Frank tried not to overstep. Karen raised her daughters similarly and made sure they would have the tools to become bright, strong, beautiful women who could take care of themselves

She used to work from home when her daughters were young. Once both of the girls were in school, she went back to work on-site

Her daughters used to paint her nails. When Laura died, Karen always kept her nails painted in memory of her using Laura's favourite colours

Burying Laura was the hardest thing she ever had to do. If it wasn’t for Daisy needing her mother, Karen doesn’t know what she would have done in her grief…

That’s about all I could come up with! I hope you like them, and thanks for the ask!

[ask-the-royal-absol]

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Again, Singularity hoped that their fathers would one day meet to have a duel. He knew his father would enjoy the challenge and, hearing how Galadriel's father had never let loose before, he was certain his father would give him that opportunity.

Her reaction to his story of his father surprised him. How emotional she got over something as trivial as his father wanting to banish him. He was just used to it at this point that he didn't fully consider how awful it actually was. Especially hearing about what Galadriel's father was like, it made him stop and think. Why was it so normal for him to consider the fact his father would punish him for this little outing? It really shouldn't be. But, when it was such a common occurrence, he couldn't help but think of it as something everyone experienced at some point in their life. Galadriel's outburst made him consider how perhaps it wasn't how all families were supposed to be.

Singularity looked towards the still lake, considering her words. He grew silent, thinking back to all the times his father had punished him for something miniscule. All the times he had been banished. There were many. He shouldn't have mentioned it. He was supposed to make her feel better after the run in with her ex, not make her feel bad for him. How selfish of him. Galadriel probably thought he was awful for mentioning it.

Singularity continued looking at the lake, ashamed of the things he'd said.

He shrugged. "Father just wants things to be perfect. He's done this so many times. Seen so many universes fail. He's so anxious about everything going wrong that he has to make sure my siblings and I don't fuck up. Sure, I may have been banished more than once but that doesn't mean I didn't deserve it. I've definitely made my fair share of mistakes."

"Don't worry, he's done many things right. Given us three so many opportunities. Helped us to test the limits of our abilities. Given us so much of his time. He celebrates all of our victories. His punishments are just a bit on the harsh side, that's all. It's not anything you need to concern yourself with, my dear."

He didn't even notice his fists clenched as he spoke and his body tense up. He relaxed himself and smiled at her, though there was definitely some sadness creeping through.

"Ha, I came out here to speak with you to make you feel better. Instead, it's gotten you feeling like this. I shouldn't have mentioned anything about myself, considering your reaction and all. Sorry." Singularity rubbed the back of his head. He had to change the subject. "I'd love to hear more about you, though. What do you tend to do on an average-"

Singularity shuddered. Looks like his shadows had captured the other one. Good. Time to finally do the job he came here to do. Time to fix his mistake. He hoped father was listening in, it might make the punishment less severe. Perhaps having another express their concerns about his parenting style would make him see how wrong he was.

"I'm ever so sorry, Galadriel, but I'm gonna have to cut our conversation short. Looks like Destino and Felix are together and I have to return them back to their own universe. I'm certainly thankful for the time we've spent together. It was nice getting to know more about you and your family, even if it was for a brief moment. If I come out of this event and my father hasn't gone through with banishing me, I promise I'll take you on a date. I may have to ask your siblings what your favourite flowers are. Hmm... I'll let you know the details later on. I'll see you later, beautiful." And with that, he turned to leave.

@sinnohsiblings

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hi hope you're well! I was thinking about 2, 20 and 30 for the ask game, answer any you want! :)

hi! i’m doing well, thanks :D

(from this ask game)

2. What made you finally start writing?

ooohh good question! honestly, i think it was a mix of finally making a seperate whump blog for myself and stop lurking, reading other people’s whump series during that time, being kinda bored during the summer, and wanting to start writing again.

i don’t really know what specifically made me start, just that i thought it’d be fun. i wanted to write about my tllr ocs for a long time before that, but never really,, could? i tried a long time ago, but i felt weirdly guilty writing about whump so i stopped (my whole life i’ve NEVER felt guilt for enjoying whump, writing it was just weird at first, NOT anymore). and then i just decided that, hey, i have a really cool story in my head that some people might like, why not try putting my writing out there for the first time?

ohhh yeah another reason was because it was a month before school started again, and one of my glasses was creative writing. since before tllr, i hadn’t shared ANY of my original writing to ANYONE, i kinda needed to show SOMEONE before i got to school and suddenly had to write a whole bunch without knowing if my writing was actually Good or not. so yeah a lot of factors were involved to finally make me start writing tllr, and i’m really really happy i did :)

20. (for Dew) When was your first punishment? How bad was it compared to what’s happened since?

Dew sadly looks up at you for a moment, and then he responds. “It was… it was when I f-first tried escaping. Thinking back, I can’t believe how stupid I was. I had no idea the danger I was in- or- or what Anton could do to me. I was just so scared being in a new situation, that I just ran without thinking. I’m surprised I even made it outside.”

“The tranquilizer dart was very scary at the time— and painful. But now… I’d just prefer it if he shot me with a tranquilizer gun instead of some of the other stuff he does to me. I didn’t realize how easy I had it, I guess. It was nothing compared to what he’s done to me recently.”

“And that wasn’t even the actual punishment for attempting to escape, that was just how he got me back inside. Anton said he would punish me… but then he found out I was trans and gave me free top surgery instead, so I guess I lucked out there.”

30. (for Anton) What do you look for in a Whumpee?

(i’m gonna make this question fit Anton’s character/story more and change it to “what do you look for in a test subject?”)

“hmm. I suppose when I was looking for a test subject a few months ago and found Dew, I was mainly looking for someone who didn’t seem to have much of a social life. You know, someone who wouldn’t be missed too much if they disappeared, and someone less important enough to not cause too big of a search for them.”

“And of course, I had to find someone much weaker than me. Someone who seems like they’d comply easily, or at least not try to fight me that much, once they know what I can do to them. I needed someone I could easily overpower, and who seemed easy to manipulate…”

“Dew was perfect. He didn’t seem to have much of a life. A deadbeat job, not much of a family or friends, two roommates he didn’t seem super close with… as far as I knew. He wasn’t anyone important. He was easy to take, and easy to do whatever I wanted to him…”

“But I guess I also want a test subject who’s friendly— not like I would ever be friends with one, but I didn’t want a test subject who was just a huge jerk to me. I knew whoever it was, would be lonely in the lab and that i’d have to spend a lot of time with them. So I’m happy I can talk to Dew sometimes, and won’t have to worry about him ripping my head off like a feral animal.”

thanks for the ask!

[fearhims3lf]

TIMING: A few weeks ago

PARTIES: @amonstrousdream @fearhims3lf

SUMMARY: Leila finds out who the mare was that haunted Cass.

WARNINGS: None

The Abstract was the place mares wandered next to beings of ethereal quality, picking out meals through glimpses into the physical realm. Mateo had never ventured much farther than that, knowing and respecting there are some boundaries that cannot be crossed and should not be tested. Besides, his hunger was in need of sating and that was his first priority.

“Hmm…” Mateo rocked back and forth on his feet, shaking his head at the brief glimpses of a potential meal. Not enough ingredients, he thought. He wanted more. “Maybe the next one,” Mateo muttered to himself, eyes still stuck to the preview as he began to move on. He bumped into a stranger, almost irritated until he caught a glimpse of how pretty she was. “Oh damn–my bad, ma.” Shuffling to the side, he smiled, tilting his head curiously. “Never seen you here before. Who are you?”

The Astral was one of the few places where Leila really did feel like a ghost. Mares were nothing but whisps of shadow flitting from place to place, following the sugary scent of dreams wherever it led them. For a long time, she had never really paid attention to the place. By the time she had become ethereal and gone hunting for a meal, she was absolutely starving. Metzli had put a stop to that. Nightmares had become more of a regular thing- a necessary evil in order to keep surviving. Without the blindness that came with hunger, she could meander freely and see more than just her next meal. 

Which was important. Especially now that Cass was being tormented by someone. Now, the astral was a place where she stood vigil as well. Leila could still remember the nights of terror that slowly drained the life from her, and she wouldn’t let that happen to their kid… Well, no, not theirs… She and Metzli were just looking out for and taking care of the girl. But she wouldn’t let anyone else hurt her. Neither of them would. 

She was trying not to let the intoxicating smell of dreams drag her away from her post. But little by little, she strayed, dreamy eyed and lost in the astral. Until someone bumped into her and sent her mind reeling back to attention. A man. A mare. And friendly, surprisingly… Leila stared for a moment, surprise making itself evident on her face. She’d never encountered another mare in the Astral before… “Sorry, it was my fault. I should have watched where I was going… I’ve never seen anyone else in here before. My name’s Leila.”

“Nah, fam. You’re good.” Giving his best charming smile, Mateo looked Leila up and down, pocketing his hands. “Nice to meet you. I’m Mateo.” His eyes wandered to the ethereal space around them, and he shrugged. Leila wasn’t the first person he’d run into.

Hell, Inge was the first to stumble into him his first week in Wicked’s Rest, though he wasn’t even sure she resided in the town. She very well could be in a neighboring town, or even state, but only time would tell. Mateo was on a subtle search, waiting for her familiar face to pop up. Until then, all he could do was be on the lookout.

“Wait.” Mateo took a step back, surprised. “You really never seen anyone else? Shit, you’re probably the second homie I’ve run into since I moved to town.”

Fam. A younger mare by the sound of it. But it did beg the question of if mares were, in fact, some strange family by way of the dust that ran through their veins. Leila hadn’t ever had cause to question it- but now, after meeting several of her own kind in the span of what felt like a blink in her life, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Er- no… not until coming to Wicked’s Rest, at least. And in the Astral, not once, not ever.” Her fingers wound and pulled themselves together, a modicum of control that brought her a little peace. If her fate was out of her control, at least she had control over herself. Who she was, how and when she fed, how she acted… it was a fight against being what she had become. And Leila was determined to win. 

She’s never been caller homie before… a first. “Maybe Wicked’s Rest is a hotspot for people like us…” Her voice was nothing more than a murmur as she contemplated it. But the clouds of her own thoughts vanished and bright red twinkled back at bright red. “It’s nice to know I’m not alone.”

“You ever just chill in here? It’s peaceful as hell. My brother taught me how nice it is.” Mateo smiled fondly, reminiscing silently for a moment before returning his attention to Leila. She looked uncomfortable, in a way. If her hands were any indication, at least. It was similar to what Mateo did to calm down. Wringing his hands together felt as close to a relaxing massage as he could get at any random time. 

Mateo breathed, tapping his chin as he began to peruse again. He waved Leila to follow, welcoming her to join in on a meal. He’d done it before with his brother and figured it was the friendly mare thing to do, especially in a place like Wicked’s Rest. Or a hot spot, as Leila called it. “Yeah, might be a beacon. Been having fun honestly.” 

Humming to himself, Mateo spotted a familiar cave, looking a bit miffed. “There’s so many people to feed from. Like this chica.” He jutted his thumb toward a sleeping Cass. It wasn’t possible for another visit thanks to whoever helped her mare-proof the place. Assholes. Mateo rolled his eyes, “She’s got real problems. Kinda sad I only got to visit once.”

The man spoke and left her with a million more questions. Who willingly spent time in the astral? The idea of being surrounded by dreams at all times felt overwhelming. Leila had only just gotten a handle on spending more time in that strange place between dreams and waking. But what puzzled her more was a brother. Had a nightmare fed upon two people, gorging itself on every terror it could before two hearts stopped beating in the same home? Or was it a title of affection- another mare, made family by experience rather than blood… 

She followed after him, whoever he was, curiosity taking over all logical thinking. That was, until the cave came into view, and the gentle whisper of a dream tugged at her- a terrible invitation. One she could ignore now, thankfully. Besides, even if she were starving, the cave was safe from the likes of her. Safe from him, too… 

Or so she had thought.

Leila froze in place while the other mare spoke, red eyes rolling casually as he spoke about Cass like she was nothing. Like the pain he’d left her with, the terror and hurt he’d instilled in that poor girl was nothing. In another situation, she might have spoken rationally. Another time and place, another dreamer in another bed. But something snapped. His words were a match that unwittingly set a blaze. 

“You…”

Without a thought in her head, Leila lunged at the stranger. Not Cass, he’d hurt her Cass, Metzli’s Cass… Not again, though.

“Me?” Mateo quirked a brow, confused as to why there was a burning ire in her expression. She had seemed so innocent and sweet before, the energy changing in an instant. “Whatchu mean, fa—” There was no time to finish his sentence, his body being sent to the ground by Leila tackling him.

“Yo, ma, what the hell is your problem?” Leila was quickly shoved away effortlessly. She practically weighed nothing, standing at what, five feet? Mateo towered op ver her, at the very least. “If you wanna cut of a meal, all you gotta do is ask, but right now it’s a firm no.” He scowled at Leila, standing back up and dusting himself off.

“Besides, like I said, the little puta made it impossible to get into her crib.”

Leila was not an angry person. In life and in most of her death, it took a lot to get anything more than a bit of frustration out of her. But as she knocked Mateo to the ground, all she felt was rage. He hurt Cass. It was the only thought she could wrap her head around. He hurt Cass. The dreams that she fed on, that they fed on, the nightmares they created hurt people, whether or not they meant to. 

He shoved her aside as if she were nothing, sending Leila scrambling to get to her feet. In that moment, Leila didn’t notice how much taller the other mare was. She didn’t care that he was stronger. Her hands were balled up in fists as she marched right back up into Mateo’s face. “What’s my problem?” The words came out of her mouth like a snarl, eyes flashing like some wild thing. “I don’t want a cut of your meal, Salopard-” 

While she was by no means an expert in swearing in spanish, Leila knew what puta meant. Without another thought, she took a swing at him, her fist colliding with his jaw. “That girl is my family!” Her voice was hoarse with rage. “You want to call someone a puta? Mírame, connard. I have to protect her from meeting the same fucking fate I did! You want a meal, go find some asshole. But don’t you dare try to feed on her ever again.” 

Oh shit, this lady was mad. Now, Mateo had seen his fair share of angry women in his lifetime, most of them having charged out of room after messing up a bed, but never had a mare attacked him for doing what he was made to do. Mateo supposed it made sense. If it were his kid, or really, anyone in his family, fists would start flying immediately. That’s just what you did for your family. So when Leila’s fist made contact with his face, Mateo couldn’t help but feel impressed as his back hit the floor. 

“Damn, ma. That was a nice punch.” He rubbed at his jaw, face contorted with pain. When Leila began to make her speech though, Mateo rolled his eyes and began to stand up. If she was going to punch again, he’d be ready. “Look, how was I supposed to know she was your kid? I eat where I eat and don’t ask questions. Everyone gets nightmares, ma. It ain’t my fault hers were particularly tasty.” He hissed, crossing his arms and backing away in preparation for Leila to retaliate. And to leave, but he wanted to see how she reacted first. After that, Mateo was positive that he’d need to make a run for it before things got worse. Not like it’d be right to kill Leila for protecting her kid. Plus, she was pretty hot when she was angry. 

Maybe he could…no, no. Bad idea. 

She’s never been a violent person. She’d lived in fear of such harm coming to her. But Leila’s unlife was so very different from the life she’s lived two hundred years prior. Survival had become something to fight for. There was a difference, however, in fighting for herself to live and fighting to protect a loved one. She would hide and starve to save herself. But for her petits? The family that she had found for herself in the strange little town of Wicked’s Rest? She would go down swinging for any of them.

Leila rubbed at her knuckles, the feeling of bone against bone making the mare cringe. His argument was stupid. All nightmares were tasty to them. If there was terror in sleep, it was a meal to them. “I don’t care if she is the only meal left in this town. You do not eat from her. If you know other mares who even think about her, you tell them the same. She is not a meal to be made. She’s protected by me.”

Yeah, it was definitely about time to leave. Shit was getting boring, and as much of an asshole as he’d always been, Mateo knew better than to get between a mama bear and her cub. To both save his ass, and out of general respect. Fact was, Mateo could see Popa in Leila, and that made it harder to instigate her further. There was no fury like a mother’s, and Mateo had always been a mama’s boy. 

“Okay, okay, hot-shot.” He tried to keep playing his part, hiding the fact that Leila had indeed won in their little battle of the wits. It had been since the summer of ‘98 since Mateo had lost such a battle, and while he hated losing, he had to admit, Leila was a good opponent and he had a wicked streak. Oh well, he thought. Time to set a new record. 

“Guess I’ll just—” In a blink, Mateo disappeared with that grin he loved to tease others with. One that read, I had fun at your expense, with a snide tag of catch ya later!

He was gone in a flash, vanished from the astral. As to whether or not he would listen to Leila’s warning was a mystery to the mare. His attitude was so unbothered. But Cass would not be made a meal of, not on her watch. 

And so the mare sat and sat and sat outside of that cave, far into the night as the stars whirled past and the moon turned into day once more.

[2af-afterdark]

Aren't You Sweet?

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: Ikemen Prince Relationships: Clavis Lelouch/MC Characters: Clavis Lelouch, MC Additional Tags: MC (she/her), Belle is called a woman but has no mentioned sex characteristics, Gentle Femdom, mild bondage (rope), Gentle Kissing, Hand jobs Summary: Clavis is made to enjoy some soft loving. Word Count: 802

"Is this a new way to test my affections?" Clavis never dropped his smile, even as her amateurish attempt at rope tying scraped against the wrists behind his back. "If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask. I could never run from a woman who wants me so much."

"Of course not." She kissed him softly at the tip of his nose. "You are a gentleman, after all."

Her hands roamed down his chest, fingers prodding at the buttons that held his coat together and slipping underneath to pop them open.

"I assume that's also why you haven't commented on my outfit yet."

She was wrapped up in a silver lace babydoll that hung open at the front so he could see her stomach poking through. The color of her pert nipples contrasted against her skin, making them easy to see through the lace. The ribbon holding the lingerie closed was delicately tied over her chest, so loose that he hypothesized he could pull it open with his teeth if he wanted. And the underwear she was wearing? He wasn't sure he could even call it underwear so much as a string with some cloth attached that barely did its job of covering her lower body.

Very much to his taste, as was anything that let him get a peek of her beautiful body.

"What sort of man would point out how alluring an outfit is without stopping to admire it first?" 

"You, usually."

She swung her leg over his to settle herself in his lap.

“I always take time to admire what you’re wearing. You’re simply so ravishing that it already looks wonderful.”

She chuckled as she slipped her hands into his shirt to part it, slowly rolling the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms to reveal his bare chest. 

“You cad,” she said with all the affection she could conjure.

Clavis smiled, but she could tell he was secretly pouting behind it. “That’s a strange thing to call your lover.”

“Only because it’s true.”

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking at the creamy white skin there. Her hands fell to cradle the bulge growing between his legs, slowly and tenderly massaging it through his pants.

“Hmm,” she hummed happily, “for once I get to admire you.”

“And how do I fare?”

She giggled against him before leaning up to kiss his lips. “Let me show you.”

Her hand slipped inside of his pants to cup him skin to skin. She started stroking the length growing hard against her palm, her fingers dancing from base to tip as precum began to leak at her touch.

“Absolutely beautiful,” she whispered as she nibbled at the edge of his ear. 

“You’ve fallen for me that much?”

“A long time ago. Now,” she lightly squeezed her hand around his length to feel it shudder in her grasp, “you say it too.”

“Why say the obvious?”

She pulled away so he could see the pout carved into her face. “Because I want to hear you say it.”

“It’s more fun to hear you praise me.”

He leaned in to try and kiss her, only to have her pull away. Now she was less pouting and more smirking evilly; both expressions fit her face perfectly.

“Fine. Then I’ll praise you until you find something to say that’s beautiful about yourself..” 

She placed a kiss against his cheek. “I love your face.”

Then right above his eyes. “The way you focus completely on what you want.” 

Then one to his forehead. “Your mind that never stops thinking.”

“Have you been watching me so closely to know all of that about me?” He asked with a cheshire grin, an unspoken accusation that she was a stalker.

She let those unspoken words roll off her back. 

“Closer than anyone else.” She finally kissed his lips. “And I love that sharp tongue of yours.”

All the while, her hand never stopped pumping him; even when her lips dropped to his chest and she had to crawl out of his lap to trail kisses down his stomach; even when her lips finally came to the same place as her hand and she had to look up at him as she mouthed at his groin.

Clavis was simply admiring the show for what it was; her controlling the pace and doing as she wished. It was cute. Though, he was getting tired of not being able to touch her. He wondered when it would be appropriate to reveal that he’d slipped out of her truly dreadful attempt at bondage almost immediately after she’d tied him up. 

Perhaps that was a surprise best saved for later, when it would be the most fun to grab and squeeze her tight.

[marmorafarms]

Gridball Jerseys and Cigarettes Ch. 4

The update schedule has changed to once a week instead of having a set day. Having a set day was kind of stressing me out.

Pairing: Sebastian x Alex

Rating: M for Mature

Word count: 2502

Warnings/Content: masturbation, dirty thoughts

Enjoy! You can also find it on ao3 right here:

Ugh.

Alex woke up, head pounding. Damn his stupid hangover. He really shouldn't have drank so much last night. Sighing, Alex grabbed his phone to check the time.

It was 12:30 pm. Shit! 

Alex's grandpa wanted him up at 7:30 am sharp and ready for the day at 8. He knew he was going to get yelled at, and with his current hangover, he was not prepared for this. The numbers shone brightly in his face, and his cheery yellow lock screen seemed to be mocking him with it’s happiness. 

Your focus determines your reality. –Qui-Gon Jinn

Alex groaned. He usually loved his “inspirational quote a day” app, but not today. Even though it was Star Wars quote, he found himself resenting it. His reality was going to truly suck if his focus had anything to do with it. 

He jumped at the soft knock on his door. Judging by how gentle it was, it must be his Granny.

“Xandy?” he heard. The name that used to bother him so much made Alex smile. His Granny was at the door, sounding concerned.

“I’m up!” he called out, and stood up. He crossed the room and opened the door, smiling at the frail woman before him. She looked up at him with eyes the color of the sea, her hair looking like cotton candy, hanging loose instead of up in its typical bun.

“Good morning Granny,” he said, and she gave him a sweet smile.

“Your grandfather is wondering where you are,” she said, smile faltering slightly before she plastered it back on her face.

“I figured. I’m sorry I just…don’t feel great,” Alex mumbled. His Granny frowned and got up on her tip toes, trying to reach his forehead with her hand. He dutifully bent forward, allowing her to test his temperature with the back of her hand.

“You feel okay,” she said slowly. “But it’s possible to be sick and not have a fever. Hmm.” She looked him over critically.

“I think I just need an ibuprofen a something to eat and I’ll be fine,” Alex said.

“Well, we can make that happen!” Granny said, patting his arm.

Alex followed her to the kitchen. His grandfather was sitting at the table but surprisingly said nothing. What was going on? Grandpa George was never one to hold back, but he seemed surprisingly fine with the whole situation. It wasn’t until Alex was dressed and ready to face the day that his grandfather spoke.

“That delinquent stopped by while you were asleep,” he said gruffly. Alex paused at the door and turned to face him.

“Who?” Alex asked, though he had a pretty good idea of who Grandpa George meant.

“Robin’s boy. Sebastian,” Grandpa George said. “Couldn’t believe he was out of that cave that Robin allows him to stay in. He wanted to see you. Are you hanging out with him again?”

Alex bit his lip. There was no good way to answer this. Grandpa George wouldn’t be happy if Alex said yes, but he didn’t want to lie either. He took a deep breath in.

“Yeah, we thought we’d give being friends another shot,” Alex said quickly, as though saying it fast would make his grandfather take it better.

There was a silence, and Alex tried to read Grandpa George’s face with little success. That man had the world’s best poker face, and was simply staring at Alex. What was he thinking? Was he angry? Alex was beginning to panic, wondering if he should say “just kidding!” or stand his ground.

“You’re a grown man,” Grandpa George said. “You can make your own choices. I trust you’ll make the right ones.”

Alex blinked, surprised. He nodded at his grandfather who snorted.

“If you have to hang around men like him, that’s your business. But don’t let that change you,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

If only he knew.

Alex smiled awkwardly and left the house. Holy shit. All things considered, that had gone incredibly well. Grandpa George hadn’t even mentioned the fact that he woke up late! Was it opposite day today? Alex wasn’t sure. He was absorbed in these thoughts when his phone buzzed. Alex looked down, his eyes going wide.

10 missed texts.

What?! Who was texting him? He scrolled through them. 3 from Emily wanting to know if his hangover was as bad as hers. 4 from Haley teasing him about Sebastian and asking for details. And then 3 from Sebastian.

Alex swallowed thickly, reading through Sebastian’s texts. 

wanna chill today? there’s something I wanna show you.

it’s 11 and you’re asleep lmao ok i’ll just send a pic

And the last picture was…goddamn. 

It wasn’t like last night, not at all. In fact, Sam and Abigail were in it. Sebastian was in the middle of his two laughing friends and had his tongue stuck out all the way. And on his tongue was a brand new piercing.

Alex refused to let his mind wander, not in public! But wow. The things that piercing could potentially do were making Alex’s face heat up. With shaking fingers he tapped out a response.

new piercing? that was fast

A buzz signified Sebastian had responded. Alex felt warm inside, knowing that Sebastian had responded so quickly because he’d been waiting to hear from him. It was so nice feeling wanted, especially by this man. Sure Sebastian was hot, but he was also a genuinely great guy. And the fact that he was giving Alex attention? Insanity.

yeah it was a dare. we decided to play truth or dare and I got dared to get my tongue pierced.

Alex stared wide eyed at his phone. What?!

you seriously did that on a DARE?

Buzz

i’ve been wanting to for a while. just needed a push. you like?

Alex stared at the sky. He didn’t want to admit just how much he liked the piercing. The thought of what it might feel like gliding up and down his–

He shook the thought from his head, trying to get his mind out of the gutter. What the hell was wrong with him? Honestly, it was an odd feeling having these thoughts about another guy. Alex had never felt this way about any man other than Sebastian. He wasn’t even slightly attracted to other men, but Sebastian? Whew. That man sure did a number on him.

Alex was about to type out his response when he heard his name called out. Surprised, he looked up and saw Léo standing a few feet away. The farmer was quickly approaching him, and Alex shouted a greeting his way. Ever since he realized Léo wasn’t his competition, he had grown to like him quite a bit. Léo was laid back and friendly, and Alex was always glad to see him.

“What’s up, farmer boy?” Alex said good-naturedly. Léo smiled and clapped Alex on the shoulder.

“Not much, not much. Wanted to know how the concert went! Sam invited me, but I was dead tired after working the fields all day.” He looked annoyed as he said that, and Alex understood. It must be hard having to give up things you want to do because your work places so many demands on you.

“Oh, it was great!” Alex said. Then he paused. “How did you know I went?” he quickly looked around, making sure they were alone.

“Sam mentioned it when I texted him this morning,” Léo said. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Alex said. “My grandparents don’t know I went. They’re not huge on me going to the city.”

“Oh,” Léo said, a look that Alex couldn’t place flitting across his face. “I guess…well, I was hoping you might want to come clubbing with me, Sam, Abby, and Seb,” he said.

Alex bristled at the nickname Léo used for Sebastian. He never shortened Sebastian’s name, why was Léo? But wait, hold on. His friend wasn’t his competition. In fact, he had just called Abigail “Abby.” Nicknames were probably just his thing.

“Well…I mean I could,” Alex said slowly. “Grandpa George said something about me being to make my own choices this morning. Maybe he’d be okay with it now?”

“That’s cool of him,” Léo said, looking thoughtful. “You should ask, and then let me know. Do you have my number? I should add you to the group chat with all of us.”

The two men exchanged numbers, and Léo left with a smile on his face. Alex felt his stomach do a flip as he thought about going clubbing. He’d never been before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Pop culture dictated a certain vibe, and Alex wasn’t quite sure it would be his thing. But then again…

Sebastian would be there. Potentially dancing. Potentially winking at him, showing off his hip piercings, and sticking his tongue out. The tongue piercing would be there, tantalizing him and…

Okay, yeah. Alex was down with the idea.

It took the entire day before Alex finally got the courage to sit his grandparents down and ask if he could go to the city. The two were silent, neither of them saying anything for a while. Alex squirmed in his chair, worried about what was going to be said.

“Do you think it’s safe?” his Granny asked.

“I’ll be with friends,” Alex said. “Safety in numbers, you know?”

“Who?” Grandpa George asked.

“Léo, Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail,” Alex rattled off. “We’re going to go hang out.”

Grandpa George huffed. “You’re going with them?” he scoffed. Granny shot him a look, and he looked down at the floor. Alex’s jaw dropped. A simple glare from his Granny was insane. He’d never seen her challenge anything Grandpa George said, not even with a look.

“I suppose you can,” Grandpa George said after a while. “You’re grown now. You step one toe out of line though, and there will be hell to pay. I don’t want you coming home as drunk as Shane and Pam get.”

“Of course,” Alex said nodding. “I won’t.”

“You can have fun,” Granny said, “But stay safe. I don’t want anything happening to you. I promised your mother we’d take good care of you.”

Alex’s face softened at the mention of his mother. He took his Granny’s hand into his own and looked her directly in the eyes.

“You’ve raised me right,” Alex said. “Mom’s proud of you, I know it.”

Granny began to tear up, and Alex wiped her tears away with his thumbs. Grandpa George seemed a little emotional as well, so Alex shot him a comforting smile.

Once Alex was sure they were doing well, he left for his room and flopped down on his bed, getting his phone out. He quickly found the group chat and let everyone know he was down to go clubbing.

they let you???

Alex chuckled at Abigail’s text, and explained what had happened. A few moments later he got another message, this time a private message from Sebastian.

glad you’ll be able to come. you seem like you’d be a good dancer.

Alex snorted.

jokes on you, i have two left feet. never done club dancing before either, just the flower dance crap.

Well then you can just stay still while i do the work

Alex choked on his saliva. He knew what Sebastian meant. He would stand, and Sebastian would dance against him. But the double meaning was there, and Alex’s mind was wandering. He had no idea Sebastian was such a flirt! If you had asked him a month ago if he thought Sebastian would be tossing around innuendos and sending him sexy pictures, Alex would’ve laughed for ten minutes straight before saying hell no.

But here they were. Talking about Sebastian doing all the work. 

The tongue piercing came back to Alex’s mind, and he felt a jolt of desire go straight to his other head. God, what he wouldn’t do to feel that against him. The ball would add another sensation as Sebastian licked a stripe up him from base to tip.

There was no hiding it now, there was a massive tent in Alex’s pants. He’d only ever gotten off to a guy once, and that was years ago. He had been thinking of Sebastian and had felt so guilty about it. Alex had been sure that Sebastian would be disgusted or angry if he ever found out. But now, Alex had a feeling that wouldn’t have been the case.

So it’d be okay if he did it now, right?

Alex bit his lip, hand cupping himself over his jeans. Was this actually okay? God, he was overthinking this. He never felt this way when it came to girls. Whoever popped into his mind worked for him, and he never stopped to consider how they might feel. Did that make him a jackass? 

This train of thought was cut short as images of Sebastian in between his legs and unzipping Alex’s jeans were flooding into his mind. He wasn’t going to be able to not do this, was he? The thoughts would stay there, even if he took a cold shower. With a deep breath, Alex shimmed his pants down, reached for his lotion, and took himself into his hand.

While the thought of Sebastian pleasuring him was amazing, he wondered what it would be like to make little whines and moans come out of his friend’s mouth. The idea of taking Sebastian into his mouth wasn’t as weird as he thought it might be, and his hand moved faster as the man in his head moaned and called out his name.

He lifted his shirt up a bit as he got close, not wanting to ruin his shirt. He tried to keep his panting to a minimum, but it was hard with his current thoughts. Alex bit his knuckles as he finished, not wanting any sound to come out. The last thing he needed was for his grandparents to know what he was doing alone in his room. He closed his eyes as he came down from his high, chest heaving. What he wouldn’t give to have the real thing happen.

Alex reached for his tissues and cleaned his chest and abs up. He didn’t feel the horrible shame that he had felt before and peeked over at his phone. Should he tell Sebastian…? Alex bit his lip, but decided not to. They hadn’t been on their date yet, so it would probably be crossing a line if he brought this up. Even if Sebastian did enjoy the idea, it still might be weird.

He felt his eyelids grow heavy and tried to fight off sleep for as long as possible. It was only 6 pm, and if he went to sleep now, he’d never be able to fall asleep when it actually made sense to. Alex gave in eventually, drifting off into a deep slumber. His last conscious thought for the night was of holding Sebastian’s hips while they danced in the club.

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Old Town Road (Let’s do this together)

Aka fanfiction of a fanfiction

original au is here by @hybbart

Read it on Ao3 here!

It’s day 471 of the Apocalypse. Or something like that. The days sometimes blur together. But hey! Eliza got a new project to work on!

Aka I decided to take Hybbat’s Rancher Apocalypse AU and lightly put my own characters in there

Also I wrote this last week or so and waited till I posted my latest chapter of Run Blackbird Run, the fic of which my characters come from.

THIS IS AN AU. This is not canon to the Rancher Apocalypse Au. It’s also an au of Run Blackbird Run. my story does not have MCYT in it. I just got the urge and wrote it out.

“I really don’t know why you keep messing with that?” Roxanne said, her legs kicking as she looked over to where Eliza was working.

Putting two wires together, Eliza took the pliers out of her mouth to twist them together. “I think I'm almost done.” She said in lue of an answer. “If I can just get these wires right-“

“If only you could do that with your own brain.” Connor commented, not looking away from brushing Denver’s coat down. The donkey let out a huff of air as if agreeing. 

“Hey!” Eliza frowned, throwing a light glare at her friend, before turning back to the radio. 

“Seriously, I don’t know what you’re trying to do.” Roxanne pulled her legs up further into the wagon, leaning closer to Eliza. “The radio stations are probably all gone, and Pan doesn’t seem like the kind to know how a radio works, if he’s even still alive.”

“He’s alive.” Eliza firmly said. “And you never know what I might pick up.”

With that, Eliza leaned back, sticking the side of the radio back on. She then went around Roxanne to get the generator that was in the wagon, pulling off and onto the ground.

“We should probably make dinner before you test your radio out.” Connor said, pushing the donkey away from eating at his hair.

“Oh yeah!” Roxanne exclaimed, hopping off the wagon to lightly bump Eliza out of the way with her bum. Picking up the generator with less effort than Eliza had to give, she gave Eliza a grin. “You guys can get started on setting up camp.” 

Eliza didn’t even resist the temptation, sticking her tounge out at her friend before laughing. “Okay, I guess that’s probably smart.”

She climbed up into the wagon as Roxanne moved further away from the wagon. Shoving a few bags and a cat, Eliza grabbed the tent, before turning and tossing it out. It landed right at Connor’s feet, where he picked it up and moved near the generator to set it up.

Eliza puffed into her hands, the cold seeping in quicker now that they weren’t in close proximity. Shaking them out, she moved to get their bedding out where they could get to it better.

They soon got into a rhythm like they had done for nearly every night since the world ended. Connor and Eliza set up the campsite, tossing and organizing their sleeping stuff in the tent once it was set up, and then starting the campfire with a few shouts of frustration as Roxanne laughed at them from where she was cooking, a pot of Watever Soup on top of the eclectic stove.

Soon the fire was lit and the food was cooked, and they found themselves surrounding the fire and jokingly complaining at the food.

“I mean-!” Eliza shook her head, gasping for breath with all her laughter. “You can make grass taste good. But guess what!”

“This tastes like water, I know!” Roxanne said, giggling as she spooned a scoop of her soup into her mouth. “Be glad I didn’t put grass in it this time.” 

“And you said that stopping by that ranger station would have been a waste of time.” Connor said, petting the cat as it slept in a ball next to his legs. “If we didn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to find those wild carrots.”

“I still agree with Roxanne.” Eliza said, sobering up slightly. “That place was way to sculky for my taste.”

“It barely had any!” Connor said, pointing at Eliza with his spoon. “Just that one corner!”

“‘Barely any’ is still too much.” Roxanne sighed. “But we did find some decent stuff in it.”

“Hmm,” Eliza tapped her spoon against her lip, trying to recall what they had found. “There was the book on edible plants. And we found my busted up radio. There was some blankets and jackets. We didn’t find any food though. Was that it?”

“We did find some cat food.” Roxanne said, setting her empty bowl aside as she scooted her folding chair closer to Connor to snatch her cat from him. “That was a lucky find.”

“You’re right, that was.” Connor said smugly. 

“But we’re still going to need to get more food.” Roxanne frowned. “Human food this time. We’re not that good at foraging yet. And I have no idea what’s around that we could safely hunt.”

“We can survive another couple of days.” Eliza reassured her. “We might be able to find a safe abandoned house that isn’t infested in sculk or zombies.”

“That’ll be the day.” Connor said, shaking his head with a smile.

“Oh, did you get the heater going?” Roxanne asked, petting her cat close to her chest. “You know that it takes a while to heat the tent up.”

Both Eliza and Connor froze, before Connor sat up, his rattling on his seat from how quick he got up. “I’ll get right to that.” He said, before running to the wagon. 

The two girls laughed. “Sorry Roxanne.” Eliza apologized. “It slipped my mind.”

“I told you that we had to do that sooner!” Roxanne shook her finger at Eliza with an overdramatized pout, before glancing over at the setting sun. “I should probably do the heater. Connor needs to settle Denver for the night. Here, take Pokie.” 

Eliza traded her empty bowl for the cat before taking it to the tent, lightly tossing it in before zipping it close to where Pokie wouldn't be able to sneak out. 

The bustle to prep to the campsite for bed went quick, with Eliza going to put the stovetop and other mealtime dishes and equipment next to the wagon for a quick wash. Roxanne was quick with the heater and came over to help, soon followed by Connor who got done with putting his donkey in the tent along with Pokie.

The chores got done, and they ended up in the tent for the night, the sun having set and the outdoors getting too cold to handle. The electric lantern lighted from the top of the tent, and the only sounds were of loud donkey breath, the rustling of pages, and the static of a broken radio. 

“I swear,” Roxanne said, slamming her book closed. “That noise is going to drive me crazy!” 

“I think I got it!” Eliza insisted, fiddling with both the antenna and the cord input. “I just need a few more minutes!”

“If you wait any longer, we’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to have write in your diary in the dark.” Connor commented, not looking up from where he was leaning on Denver, flipping a page of one of the few magazines they had.

“It’s a journal.” Eliza said, pouting as she twiddled with the dial. “And I think I just need to adjust the frequency and-”

The static gave a burst, before it faded, the sounds of other human voices coming through.

“-getting colder in these winter months. No clouds, so I don’t think there’s going to be any snow.” A female voice said, the speaker crackling as the group in the tent held their breath. “I don't know why you want me to do the weather, Pix. Everyone can just look out their windows themselves!” 

The chorus of laughter coming from the radio was joined by Eliza and her friends, cheers erupting in the night.

“There’s people!” Eliza said, taking a few kneeled steps to hug Roxanne, a smile stuck on both of their faces. “We’re not alone!” 

“Finally!” Connor said, a relieved look on his face. “We can see if they have food!”

“My Wataver soup can’t be that bad!” Roxanne joked, laughter coming from all of them. 

Eliza faded into a happy sigh, falling back next to the radio, where a man with a british accent was talking about the latest zombie herd now gone from the rural areas.

“Remember,” he said through the crackle of the radio. “We need you to let us know about the activity in the area. Either radio in, or come tell us. Valley radio station, just north of the city.”

“But don’t forget to stay clear of the city.” a heavy german accent interjecting. “Those zombies haven’t cleared out yet.” 

“I was just getting to that Zloy.” Said Pix with a smile in his voice. “Anyway. This has been Pixelriff. Report was written by ZloyXP, and the nightly weather report was done by Lyarrah. Morning report will start tomorrow at eight. Good night, and have a good one everyone.”

The radio fell to silence, the slight crackle filling the air as the trio looked at each other.

“I think I know where we’re heading tomorrow.” Connor said, a glint in his eyes. 

Eliza grinned back at him and Roxanne, before turning around. “Good night!” 

The two laughed as Eliza quickly pulled her journal to do her nightly entry. The lantern was soon turned off though, and everyone in the tent settled in for the night, the anticipation for tomorrow filling the air until they all fell asleep. 

[itstokkii]

Turkuzbek Drabble–Takes place in modern day

In which Uzbekistan spends time with her boyfriend Turkey hiking and comes out with a slightly changed perspective

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"Are you really sure taking her out for a nature walk is a good idea?"

"Yeah, why not? Think of it...two people alone with nature...appreciating the beauty of the landscape...it's therapeutic! She's probably into that stuff, right? It might change her perspective on the great outdoors!"

"Hmm...I'll see how it goes. Thanks, Soojin."

"No problem, oppa~" She giggled and ended the call.

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"Sadik...ha....ah....why are we climbing up such steep trails...at 5 in the evening...? You know how much I hate hiking...!"

"I do." He nonchalantly agreed.

"Then...hah...why even spend time uselessly exerting our bodies like this? We could be at home right now!"

"At home doing what? Exerting our bodies in other ways~?"

"SADIK!" She gripped his waist and shook him. "We're in public, think of the children!"

He looked around. They were the only two scaling the mountain trails, no families to hear their conversation in sight.

"Fine, so there may not be any children. But you can't just say things like that in public! Weirdo..." Nargiza pouted and leaned on a nearby tree, fiddling with her braid. When it seemed that all was calm, she turned her head to the side–

Only to be face to face with a spiderweb.

"AAAH!" Nargiza ripped herself away from the tree and hugged Sadik.

"It's just a spider, Nargiz! Honestly, what's it going to do, eat you alive?"

"It's a spider! Its mere presence shakes the hearts of many!"

He chuckled and ruffled her hair. "It's okay, you're with your big strong boyfriend! If anything happens I'll set this whole place on fire."

"I'd appreciate if I wasn't the sole reason for committing arson, but thank you." She gently dabbed at her eyes to get rid of any tears.

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"How much longer?"

"Hmm..." Sadik paused to look at the map. "Only about a 20 minute walk! We're getting closer!"

Nargiza groaned. "Sadik...I do find it a little upsetting you haven't told me what our goal in this is. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere I know you'll love. Think of this as a test of trust in our relationship."

"Now that sounds worse..!"

He ducked past a tree branch. "Why are you so afraid of hiking, anyway? I get staying at home and relaxing, but I've never seen someone so repulsed by the idea of going out into the great outdoors. Besides, weren't you the more nomadic one out of the two of us?"

Nargiza stopped in her tracks and thought about it. "Well, I do enjoy going horse riding with my brothers...but that's in a controlled environment that I trust. The wilderness isn't something I'm familiar with, something I know. We could go anywhere and I would be comforted knowing how controlled and predictable the environment is. But here? Anything could happen here," she shuddered. "Besides, dying is fine, but my clothes...they only live once. Why risk it and cause the death of my beautiful clothing in the process?"

Sadik thought about it. Of course she'd be finicky about her clothes. What else would she brag about to her close friends and family? But a small part of him believed he should have been more careful. She had a habit of sticking to what she knew. She preferred stability, no matter the conditions, over change. He remembered her talking about it before as well.

"What's the point of demanding change? Who knows how it could turn out? Many have took to the streets demanding change, and when they weren't massacred to death, something else would happen that would cause the people to live in squalor. Sometimes I admire those brave people, but I'm far too apathetic and afraid to do anything."

He had hoped this would help her come out of her shell more, but what if it was doing the opposite? What if it was reinforcing her beliefs about the unknown?

He shook those thoughts away and focused on the present, hoping the surprise waiting for her at the end of the trail would help her see what she had been avoiding.

Sadik looked up at the sky. The midday light began to glow a slight orange now. If they got there just in time...

Nargiza's voice snapped him out of her thoughts. "Oh, my..." He was too busy thinking to realize they had gotten to the end of the trail, a meadow of lush green grass decorated by wildflowers and dandelions. Across the meadow was a small creek, light reflecting on the water from the sun.

They walked closer to the river and then stopped to sit down. The sun was now setting, the sky painted in beautiful swirls of pink and orange, clouds pulled like cotton.

Nargiza turned to him and broke the silence. "So...this is what you wanted me to see?"

"Yeah. You tell me, was it worth it?"

"Definitely. It's absolutely beautiful... Perhaps I've judged hiking and nature a bit too harshly. Maybe we can do more of this." She looked down and sighed. "But...all that walking made me extremely hot. It's still what, thirty degrees?"

So. She was still complaining, huh.

Sadik smirked. "Don't worry babe, I know how to cool down..."

"How–SADIK!" Sadik picked her up in a fireman carry and set her down in the creek, ignoring the pain on his shoulder and back as her legs kicked in protest.

Nargiza stood up, completely drenched. Sadik tried to look at her face to see if he upset her.

She looked up at him and smiled creepily. "Darling....come here."

A wave of fear crawled through his back, and he started to run.

She got up from the creek and immediately chased him around the meadow.

"I-I'm sorry!" He yelled back, desperately trying to save himself from her wrath. She may not be a fast runner, but nobody can guess what her next move would be when she got angry.

"No you're not! Hah...You're just sorry you got caught!"

She was gaining on him, and Sadik quietly muttered the Ayat-ul Kursi under his breath.

"H-hey, you don't have to keep chasing me! You'll get tuckered out!"

"You think I care about that now?!"

Nargiza, after chasing him for a while with no results, slowed before stopping and sitting down.

Sadik desperately hoped this wasn't a trick as he crept closer, to which he now saw that she was shivering like a wet kitten.

"It's...it's cold..."

So cute...

He took off his jacket and carefully wrapped it around his shoulders, then hugged her for good measure. She pulled her hairtie off and undid her braid to let her hair dry quicker.

"Hey...I'm sorry about dropping you into the creek..." He whispered.

"You're an asshole. But...you're so handsome..." A shivering hand angled up to pinch his cheek. "I hate you."

He chuckled, and the kissed her forehead. "That's okay, because I still love you~"

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"So, how'd your outdoor date with Sadik go?"

"Ah...Well, it was certainly eventful. I think the outdoors grew on me a little more, actually." Nargiza blushed and played with her hair.

Soojin knew Nargiza hated hiking. But she was a master planner. Knowing Nargiza, she'd scream at the sight of a beetle on a tree, and cling to Sadik, just as the trope goes! And at the end of all the torment and complaining laid a beautiful meadow with flowers and a pink, warm sunset. That's when they would both realize how amazing the whole experience was, and fall in love all over again and—

"So you're telling me you were behind this the whole time!"

"I SAID THAT ALL OUT LOUD?!"