#I know I showed you this before buuut *runs away*

[no-name-blu]

GOLDEN FLOWER AU BELONGS TO @cleo-arty

Now that her character design is revealed I can post the fanart I made of THIS PRETTY LADY HERE

This is old though and my art skills wasn't arting that day

I'll draw a better art of her one day :D

[dontsh0vethesun]

love thy neighbour

masterlist

milf!neighbour!wanda x fem!reader

18+: smut; pervy wanda tbh, oral, mommy kink, v slight degradation, praise, cheating, unspecified age gap (r is like 21 in my head)

a/n: this is not religious dw, also not super happy with this buuut its milfy and i'm gonna do another (and this is definitely not inspired by the milf neighbour i have a crush on)

Since she’d moved into the house across the street, Wanda had developed a sort of fascination with the younger woman she could often see through her bedroom window. 

It was only natural for her to feel rather enamoured by the showing of your skin, a curiosity at your changing in your room; pulling a shirt over your head, or letting a towel fall from around you after a shower. 

And goodness it was a delight to see you when you thought nobody was watching. When you’d think you were in the private confines of your room and your hand would wander or the touch of another would grace your skin. Occasionally she’d catch a glimpse of your face in the throes of pleasure and how her breath would shorten at the sight. 

She liked to watch you. But doing so from a distance can only quench so much of her thirst. She could only take so much before her hands would itch for the feeling of you beneath them, her lips against yours rather than the stale ones of her husband. You were that breath of fresh air she needed, the tempting thrill she yearned for. 

And so that’s what was on her mind on her wander across the street, heels against the pavement and legs warm from the sun with the gentle breeze swaying the fabric of her sundress. 

She heard your hurried footsteps on the other side of the door after she’d knocked and when it opened there you were. Right in front of her, so close she could touch you and you were even more pretty up close. 

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Wanda. From across the street,” she smiled brightly, you couldn’t help but return it. 

“Right, of course you are, sorry. Um, my mom isn’t home but-“ 

“Oh, no. I’m here for you.”

“You are?”

“Mhm. See, I was wondering if you could help me out,” Wanda started. You felt your cheeks warm at the way she smiled oh so sweetly and the way her dress was taut over her breasts. “I need a little help mowing the lawn and I’m here all alone. And so I was hoping a young thing like you could help me out?” 

“Sure, I’d be happy to lend a hand,” you answered - how could you say no? She grinned brightly at your response and soon led your over to her house. 

–

You definitely felt Wanda’s eyes on you as you pushed the lawnmower along the grass, feeling the strain of your muscles beneath the glaring heat of the sun. You caught her watching a few times and she didn’t even attempt to look away after you noticed her in the act for the third time; it sent a flustered shiver of exhilaration through your spine to know you’d captured the attention of the older woman. 

You often see her coming back from dropping the twins off at school or from the store with bags of groceries. Occasionally you find yourself lucky enough to see her on the end of a run, tied up hair brushed behind her ears and a cap on her head, legs exposed by her shorts, and her cheeks coloured pink.

You’d definitely noticed her, feeling pathetic at such a juvenile giddy feeling when you’d see her through your window. You shouldn’t be crushing on your (married) neighbour but you can’t help it.

So when she offers you a drink you take it gratefully, trying not to shy away at the way she looked at you nor at the feeling of her arm against yours when she leaned beside you against the kitchen counter. 

“Thanks so much for this, sweet girl,” she uttered with that soothing southern droll. “My husband said he’d do it but y’know,” she trailed off with a shrug and a sip of her drink with the tapping of the ice against the glass. 

“Well, it’s no problem. You can always give me a shout if you need anything to be done,” you answered her, though you were surprised you could even get the words to fall from your lips at the way she looked at you so intently. 

Her lips shone with the lemonade and her tongue darted out to lick them clean. You didn’t miss the way her teeth dragged across the lipgloss-coated skin or the way she repositioned herself with her chest pushing out with a subtle arching of her back. She smirked at the shifting of your eye line, glancing down to her exposed chest. Her cleavage was perfectly on show, accidentally she would claim, and you looked anywhere but her smug face. 

The nervous clearing of your throat was cut short by a thumb and forefinger taking ahold of your chin, nudging your head to face hers. You caught sight of her darkened eyes, the way they flitted between yours and your lips. 

“Like what you see, hm?”

“I- Wanda I didn’t-”

“Yes you did,” she interrupted with a breathy laugh, moving her hand to cup your jaw. “Aw, do I make you nervous darlin’? Do I make your pretty little mind wander?” 

“I’m sorry, I should know better. I just-” She soon halted your words with a thumb pushed past your parted lips, hooking over your teeth, and a stern yet playful look on her face. The way she made you flustered amused her.

“I think we both know you’re not so innocent. What with the people you bring home and the way you fuck yourself like a little slut,” Wanda muttered, your head swam at the rasp of her voice and the intrusion of her words. “I bet you know how fucking perfect you look in your bedroom at night when you think you’re all alone. But mommy sees you,” she spoke, letting her breath heat up the skin of your neck. 

Your stomach flipped at what she called herself. Your heart thumped within your chest at her confession, how you were just a little toy for her amusement. 

“And you make me feel so good, doll,” she sighed, pulling your hips into hers desperately with your thigh slotting between hers. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you.”

Wanda’s lips pushed into yours leaving you breathless and they felt so perfect that you couldn’t even imagine pulling away. You never thought you’d get this chance, this forbidden tryst seemed out of reach and yet here she was. This older woman you’d only seen with a street between you, just feeling lucky to catch sight of her. 

Her tongue tasted citrusy sweet against yours when it licked into your mouth, pushing against your own with her hold on either side of your waist with a firm grip. Her hair was silky smooth between your fingers and you felt dizzy with the way she pushed herself over your thigh in any attempt to grasp at a semblance of friction. 

She lifted herself onto the kitchen counter and yanked you along with her, losing absolutely none of her dominance while your kisses paved their way across her jaw and the column of her throat. 

Eventually, you had to pull away from her to catch your breath but the sight was enough to not leave you disappointed; cheeks flushed pink and her eyes dark with a wanting lust.

“Are you gonna be good for me?” 

“Yes, mommy,” you uttered through panting breath. She smiled at the title, she knew it’d sound like honey dripping from your tongue, oozing with a pliable innocence she adored. 

Her nails dug into your scalp when she pulled at your hair, pushing your head downwards as she pulled her dress up her thighs that she parted for you to eye the way she was soaked and dripping, cunt bare from any underwear, and an expectant nod of her head for you to do as she wished. 

The kisses you lay onto her inner thighs were rushed with the urging of her movements, rushing you to make contact with her wetness. She tasted sweet and perfect and her clit was swollen and aching beneath your flattened tongue.  

The older woman was so worked up, she could feel the coil tightening with the suck of her bud into your lips and the tongue that lapped at her pussy; your hands held onto her thighs, pulling her into you desperately, encouraged by the choked moans coming from above you.

“Oh, fuck,” she sighed. “You’re doin’ so good, pretty girl.”

Her hips moved along with the rhythm of your tongue, fucking herself onto your face with her arousal coating your lips. The heels of her shoes dug into your back to keep your face beneath the material of her dress, nearing her release with each flick of your tongue and the vibration of your moan against her when she possessively dug her nails into your skin.

It didn’t take much more for her to cum into your mouth, letting a moan sound out into the room along with the clamping of her thighs around your skull. She leaned her head back with her eyes scrunched closed and her jaw slackened with heaving breaths at the feelings washing over her. A pleasure she’d only imagined you rewarding her with in the confines of her mind, when her thoughts would wander and she’d let herself believe her touch was yours. 

You licked the remnants of her from your mouth, gasping at the sudden crashing of her lips to yours again. She could taste herself. The way she sighed made you hungry - each appreciative noise you’d pulled from her only made you that much more desperate to please her. You’d do anything to make her feel good. 

“I shoulda known that putting your mouth to good use would be a wise decision.”

“Well, I do bring a lot of people home,” you returned, quoting her back to herself much to her amusement. “I’ve had practice.”

“I’m gonna have to train that attitude out of you, huh?” Wanda laughed, though you could see a part of her wasn’t speaking in jest. “I would so love to continue but I gotta pick the twins up from school,” she added apologetically, pecking your lips to punctuate her words. “But I sure hope we can do this again.”

[kissitbttr]

I need more sweet moments with frat!miguel you owe us for hurting us with the argument one🔫

HSHDHDJDHDH I’M SORRYYYY MY LOVEEE PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE

BUT OKAY!!

—

miguel rarely comes to your cheerleading practice. not because he doesn’t want to but simply because his training and yours are always on the same day,

he does get to see you from afar though, thank god both of your teams share the same field. only a few yards away.

every time he goes on a water break, he uses the advantage to keep an eye on you for any injuries that might happen.

though he would definitely admit that is not the only reason why. miguel always find himself huffing and puffing at the male coach who keeps grabbing you by the waist and stuff. his assistant is no better.

‘they’re my coaches, miggy! how am i supposed to understand what to do if he didn’t show me?! plus it’s not like they’re flirting with me. cheerleading includes body contact’

yeah okay, that makes sense or whatever. but he still doesn’t like it.

he loves watching you train though. the flexibility you have within your body makes him go crazy. he always tries his best to catch you doing splits, bridges, toe touches etc, anything that includes you showing it off,

especially in those tight shorts you’re wearing right now that accentuates the shape of your ass,

“o’hara! done ogling your girl?!”

he peers over his shoulder to see his coach expressing annoyance. arms crossed, brows dip into a frown. behind him, glen and two other guys are stifling their laughs,

but miguel doesn’t feel embarrassed of getting caught. instead, he smirks cockily and shrug. “can’t blame me for having a pretty girlfriend, coach”

“yeah yeah—get your head back in the game” coach instructs with stern voice. “or i’ll put you on the bench” he threatens,

miguel scoffs with a smirk still on his face. hands on hips while chewing his gum. “no you won’t” he challenges, earning himself a warning glare from the old man. “who’s gonna lead the team if it ain’t me?”

“you forgot the vice captain?” beck points at himself with a grin,

miguel just shrugs. “compared to me? we know the answer to that, kingsley. the team then erupts in strings of ‘ooh’

“oh cocky now huh?” beck throws him a ball expecting him to get hit, but miguel’s reflexes are always on point. catching it with one hand, so effortlessly

“what’s that about putting me on the bench, coach?” he teases with a laugh, watching him sigh in annoyance,

before he could muster a response, miguel’s ears perk up at the sound of his favorite voice. a bright smile breaks out as he turns around, seeing that it’s you.

“miggy!!”

the team groans when miguel abandons the ball and completely shift his attention on his girlfriend. running towards him in your team’s sports bra and bright pink nike pros,

miguel extends his arms open, without second thoughts you jump at his embrace with a giggle. his hands holding you tightly by the bare thighs. legs locking around his hips as both of your sweat clinging onto each other,

“this is a nice surprise, baby—but i smell really bad right now” he chuckles, though makes no effort in putting you down,

“i like you better dirty” you shrug, looking into his eyes making him groan,

“naughty girl” he pecks your lips. “you done with practice?”

“mhmm” you hum. “gimme a second okay?” you wave at the coach and team. “so i know you and your brothers are having the weekly party tonight, buuut—i have a proposition”

he cocks an eyebrow, “that doesn’t sound good”

you roll your eyes at his teasing manner. “how would you feel about—skinny dipping with me tonight?” a whisper comes past your lips, and you almost laugh at how fast his eyes suddenly brighten more,

“wait—for real?!”

with a nod, you continue. “the community pool that i’m working at will be closed early for today and guess who’s got the keys? me!” you cheer, “what do you say?”

“baby—do you really need to ask?!” miguel feels his pants growing tight at the thought of him and his girlfriend swimming naked later tonight. “fuck yes! i’ve been wanting to do that for a looong time”

“okay good! because i’ve been feeling rather bored with bikinis lately. i think its time for my boobies to be out in the open you know? free the nips”

“you’re killing me here, can’t say that shit now. still got an hour and half to go” he gestures towards the boys who are still playing ball, waiting for the team captain to join. “okay, no parties for me—just you and i tonight”

he puts you back down on your feet, grabbing your face and presses his lips against yours making both of you smile. “get outta here” he smacks your ass in a playful manner making you shoot him a warning glance, in which he only puts his hands up,

“see you back home, miggy!” you call out while running back to join the other girls

“fuck i love hearing that” he mutters, watching you run and let his eyes wander down to the shape of your ass. “and i love you” he points at the shorts you’re wearing,

beck could only shake his head at the sight of miguel still watching you go along with a few of other guys,

“can’t believe i’m saying this but—i prefer him not having a girl”

“nah man, you can’t say that” beck fist bumps a shoulder of another kid. “he’s happy. let him be”

“yeah and a pervert” carlos rolls his eyes, throwing a ball towards glen’s direction. “he gets pissy when i interrupt his game but won’t say shit when y/n is around”

“can’t blame him for simping. she’s hot” another guy jumps in, but only loud enough for miguel to not hear,

“ay coach!” carlos calls. “why were you just standing there and not pull him away or something, man?! you do that with the rest of us!”

“you kidding?! that girl’s scary when she’s pissed. better to let her do her thing and back off. now o’hara get your ass here and finish the scrimmage!”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sorry to bother ya again, but my brain is literally on overdrive with this show and this clown who hws beckme my first kin and lives in my head rent free as she quietly sits there with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm blanket like she deserves, buuut

What if the gang found out the reader could abstract at will, including restricting it to certain parts of their body, ooor what if they found out you were a shapeshifter when you accidentally sneeze and turn into Wario or something

TADC cast x reader who can shapeshift!

i have returned from eating my silly dinner (sweet n sour chicken with rice!) it was very scrumptious i went ahead and did the shapeshifter idea since i feel that would be more fun to write (we can pretend they can still shift to mimic an abstracted body shhh) these ones are a little short i hope thats okay!

CAINE:

its not totally unheard of people getting unique abilities when they enter the digital world, its just not very common (this is a hc!), so when caine found out you could manipulate your appearance he wasn't all that surprised! i think he was more intrigued more than anything, because its not everyday you see something like that! he would be absolutely thrilled if you shifted into him; both from being amused of it and this man probably loves himself as much as someone can

will try to pop you if you mimic bubble, kind of feels bad for a second but your disguise was just so so convincing! say, were you by any chance an actor in your past life in the real world? you totally had him fooled!

POMNI:

pomni would be a little freaked out, especially if you just. suddenly sneezed and OH! now it looks like you're abstracting in front of everyone! first response is to run away before the transformation is complete, but when she notices no one else is freaking out (ragatha even blesses you!) shes more than a little confused

you offer to demonstrate your abilities to her, but she probably politely turns you down; she understands... for the most part... really its mostly just her trying to become used to the digital world as a whole

RAGATHA:

ragatha makes sure that you know that she thinks its cool; and as long as you're not morphing into a giant bug shes encouraging you to hone in on that cool power of yours! compliments whatever form you choose for the day

oh? you changed your hair color! she likes it, the new look is amazing on you! oh? you made yourself a little taller and gave yourself some new characteristics! points out nearly every detail shes noticed, no matter how small. ragatha pays attention, ragatha cares

JAX:

tries to drag you off to the dark side (ie being a menace to the others), whether or not you agree to be his partner in crime and 'use your power for evil' is fully up to you!

makes random requests to see just how far you can take your shapeshifting, usually listing off things at lightning speed to see if you can catch up.. if your shapeshifting takes a toll on you (like lets say it takes energy out of you) he might let up when he realizes how tired and pale you look all of a sudden.. at least for now

KINGER:

speedrunning to kinger for a moment before i forget this idea but imagine shapeshifting into him and hes just totally confused. leads to him making weird movements and you copying him (he thinks caine added a new mirror in the middle of the room for a solid minute before you break the illusion)

unless you have a set 'base form' hes going to keep thinking youre a new person if you drastically alter your appearance.. which, fair, since i think if you made yourself look unrecognizable, people would think youre a new person entirely. has probably introduced himself to you multiple times before realizing it was you

kinger gets a technical third bullet point but its not fluff. i just remembered the scene from steven universe where amethyst shapeshifts into rose in front of greg. but instead its kinger and instead of rose is queener/queenie. i hurt my own feelings. im gonna stew over this now

ZOOBLE:

honestly if you look just a mixmatched as them they would be into it and say you look cool. i had an idea that zooble has spare pieces and sometimes switches out their pieces for a new look, so imagine the two of you make matching looks or something, i think that would be cool

otherwise i dont think zooble would treat you any differently than if you were friends and couldnt shapeshift... though... i will admit, they think its funny when jax annoys you and change yourself in order to get him to back off. serves him right!

GANGLE

imagine she asks you to be a model for her art.. asking you to do different poses as well as different figures so she can better her craft. i absolutely love the idea of gangle being really into art, and this idea is just so cute to me

you have probably shapeshifted into her and pretended to be her when she needed someone to stand up for her... imagine how jarring it would be to see 'gangle' snap back at jax after he does something particularly mean

[luvbugs-blog]

i heard you wanted ideas? how about the aot boys reaction to you (their s/o) greeting them after a mission? its a suggestionnnn, anyway goof luck with writing and drink plenty of water, dearest writer

I LOVE THIS. I CAN'T WAIT TO START WRITING FOR IT.

today we have: eren jeager, jean kirschein, armin alert, and levi ackerman

*hehe i thought this gif was so funny*

this was requested so long ago and i'm so sorry it took me so long. it's also kinda short, but college has been busy and i'm writing this at 12:20am on a sunday night. let me know if you like this! this was so fun to write:)

eren jeager

pacing the corridor, you wait anxiously for your boyfriend to return. as you were healing from a previous mishap on an expedition, you were forbidden to join them. but this mission had you especially nervous. not that you think eren couldn't handle it, but there were a lot of outside factors that he couldn't control.

what if his titan didn't transform when he needed it to? or what if levi lets him out of his sight and he gets kidnapped? AGAIN? you shake your head and try to rid yourself of those thoughts. he will be just fine. you find it is easier said than done. all you can think about is him. you walk towards the kitchen, hoping a class of water will be able to refresh you. you fill it up and lean on the counter, facing the wall.

it wasn't helping. you were just too nervous. you groan, laying your head on the counter.

"you good?" you whip up and turn, face breaking into a grin when you see eren standing there. you rush over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"y/n?" you pull away slightly, giving you a good look at his face. your hands gently cup his face.

"are you ok? you weren't hurt?" he blushes and gently pushes you away.

"of course. what's up with you?"

"i was just worried, baby. didn't want anything to happen to you while you were out." blushing harder, he turns, waving you off.

"nothing would happen to me, you're being crazy." you laugh at the boy before hugging his back.

"thanks for coming back to me, eren."

he mumbles something under his breath that you don't hear, so you let go so you can finish your glass of water.

"always."

jean kirschein

the two of you got separated in the field and you hadn't seen him since the scouts shipped out. you knew he could take care of himself, but you couldn't help but worry. after returning, you take care of your horse before setting off to find him.

but he was no where to be found and no one knew where he was. you asked everyone. eren, armin, mikasa, sasha and connie, reiner and bertolt, even annie. he wasn't with anyone. but they did mention seeing him when they returned, which let you relax a bit.

maybe the expedition was rough for him and he needed space.

buuut time went on and there was too much space. you go to his room, and knock on his door. no answer.

"jean?" you crack the door open, but he wasn't in there. where could he be?

he didn't show up to dinner either. you were able to save some food for him, despite sasha's protests. you walk back to his dorm, checking all the nooks and crannies to see if he was hiding in them, and left the food on the table beside his bed.

you wait for a second on his bed before deciding to leave. you walk out, hoping he would be walking down the hallway, but no such luck.

you couldn't think of what else you could do, so you return to your bed. you get your uniform ready for tomorrow and tuck yourself in, seeking to find comfort in the warmth of your sheets. but they were oddly cold tonight. it was going to be hard sleeping not knowing what as going on with him.

you toss and turn, but to no avail. you sigh dramatically, your head hitting the pillow. over the noise the sheets are make, you don't notice the slight knock at the door, so it startles you when the door cracks open slightly. but you are so glad it does.

"jean!" you wrench the covers off and run to the door. he falls into you as soon as you're close enough. he buries his head into your shoulder and he holds you tight to his body. you stroke the hair at his nape, whispering into his ear.

you stood there for a few minutes, but after hearing someone coming down the hallway, you pull him fully into the room, not wanting to risk being caught.

you grab his arm and lead him to your bed, laying down and just holding him. it's silent for a while until you hear his sniffle and then you hold him even closer.

"jean?"

"i'm sorry."

"for what?"

silence. you let him cry slightly, rubbing his arms until he spoke again.

"i'm not a leader. i'm not strong enough, i take advantage of our friend's deaths. i can't do it." you sigh, happy he's engaging with you, but sad that he's kept this in for so long.

"baby, do you remember what marco said?" the mention of his friend causes him to choke out a sob.

"he said that you are a great leader. and you are. you know what to do because you can relate to the others. i believe in you. and you will learn to believe in yourself. it will get easier."

he calms down slightly, his breaths starting to slow, so you continue.

"the others believe it too." trying to be comforting, you pull the covers over him, rubbing his back in the process.

after some silence, you try again.

"jean?" he gives you a small kiss on your neck, but doesn't say anything else. and neither do you. the two of you fall asleep shortly, and you are so glad that he came back safe.

armin alert

being childhood friends with armin isn't easy, considering the angry boy he was friends with. you were waiting for him to come back from a mission, as you didn't join the scouts with the three. after seeing titans massacre your friends, you choose to stay behind and help plan the missions instead. you expected armin to join you, as the two of you were at the top of your peers in the classroom. in the field, it was a different story, so you figured you would be most helpful at the base.

you weren't so confident in this mission though. erwin was weirdly secretive when planning with you, which had never happened before. he didn't tell you where eren and the levi squad would be, which was slightly alarming.

so you anxiously wait at the gate, hoping the hear the bell signaling the return of the scouts. minutes feel like hours before the gate opens again, but with much less soldiers then what they started with. your heart pounds with anxiety before spotting the blonde in the crowd standing over eren.

you push your way towards him and rake your eyes over his body searching for anything that might cause you to lose him. you do spot the wrap on his forehead, which causes a pinch in your heart.

"are you ok?" he gives you a weak smile, which you understand. you don't want to make a scene, so you just grab his hand and squeeze. you know you can talk about it later, but for now, all he wants and needs is your comfort.

levi ackerman

it was difficult being partnered with the scouts as a nurse. you barely had any time off, and any day you were given, you were pretty much immediately called in to help. scouts everyday poured in with new and horrid injuries.

it was a tough job. a lot of the time, the scouts were too wounded, either physically or mentally to continue their work outside the walls. sometimes they died. it was very hard for you to keep working, but what pushed you through was knowing that your husband was out there everyday, fighting to make the world a better place. knowing that he was the strongest soldier made you proud and you've seen him in action, so you weren't as worried when he left.

but that was something else that constantly weighed on your mind. what if one day, he's the one that needed your medical attention. what if one day, he stopped by the world's strongest? those thoughts are ridiculous though. he made a promise to always return to you and you are constantly reminded of that promise when you see the ring on your finger.

that day that he returned was a long one. broken bones, puncture wounds, infections from raw skin caused by the harnesses. same shit, different day. but you were excited. your husband was returning from an expedition today and after you clocked out, the two of you had some free time for the next few days to celebrate your anniversary. you were excited to great him once he returned home. but it wasn't you who found him first.

your friend had wandered in your office with a concussion. while you were wrapping her head and giving her the information on how to heal, the two of you start chatting. the two of you talked so long you didn't notice that your shift ended 30 minutes ago. and this didn't bode well with your husband who just wanted to be home with you.

he saunters into your office with a annoyed look on his face. you almost don't notice him because he's so quiet. but when you do, you quickly usher your friend out, reminding her to rest for a while before jumping back into any labor. you turn around after shutting the door to give the man your full attention.

"hey sweetie. how was the expedition?" he grunts and crosses his arms over his chest.

"so you care all of a sudden?" you grin, slapping his arm.

"don't be a big baby. i'm sorry i wasn't home with you came back."

he scoffed. "it's whatever." you laugh at his antics before holding onto his arm, leading him back to your home.

laying your head on his shoulder, you squeeze his arm.

"love you baby."

sigh.

"love you too."

a/n: finally finished this at 9:55pm the next day. this was so fun to write. i am currently switching between aot, op, and jjk, so if you want any lil fics, let me know:)

and i'm sorry. i totally blanked on the armin one. I'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME I SWEAR.

everyone better be drinking water or i'll find you. have a FANTABULOUS night!

[cheesecakethots]

Ok but that chrollo/ johan ask got me thinking.... If you had to be kidnapped and spend the rest of your life with them, who'd you choose? Whose more bearable? Johan or chrollo??

Also i love your johan works. Dont feel discouragement from writing more on him becuz smtimes feels hard to write.

ahhh thank you!! no legit he is so hard to write, but i might reread monster soon to get my mind flowing

gosh in a totally fictional scenario where i wasn’t a lesbian, i have no clue.

(read more because this got long lol)

chrollo has the positives of he’s rich as shit, and wherever you stay is going to be glamorous. problem is you’ll probably have to move around a bunch, so you might be sticking to hotels. that might be so much more stressful, being kidnapped by this jackass and not even being able to settle in or get over jet lag before he tells you to pack your stuff, because he’s got another job on the other side of the world.

johan drifted from house to house during the show/manga, and didn’t stay put for long. if you’re with him during that time, well it’s going to be nothing compared to the lavish lifestyle chrollo has. but, you’re definitely more likely to be able to escape from johan than chrollo. he’ll probably account for that, so let it be known he’ll have an eye on you 99% of the time.

chrollo & johan give off that similar, gentlemanly manipulative vibe.

chrollo is definitely more overt with it, though. you could maybe call that a positive, because you’re less likely to fall for it, but it’s definitely more aggravating. you could be playing up a little, pushing him away, shouting, trying to run, and he’ll just say something like “hm. you’re right, dear. maybe we should visit your parents. i would certainly love to introduce myself to them properly.” and boom you shut your mouth at the clear threat in his otherwise monotone voice. i’m not sure if he’d actually go through with it, but neither are you. maybe don’t try and find out.

johan, on the other hand, is generally less willing to be so manipulative with you. i feel if he had a connection with someone other than anna for the first time in his life, someone who made him feel less of a monster and more whole, he wouldn’t want to treat them as he treats everyone else. manipulating you so overtly would make him feel like a monster again and definitely would hurt his feelings quite a bit.

buuut, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do it at all.

johan has been manipulating and moulding people since he was a very young boy. it might be something he just sometimes does without realising. maybe he’ll mention things he knows you like in an effort to strike up conversations with you, and to make you like him more. maybe he’ll mention sad things that happened in your life, before he took you away. stuff like that, so nothing really on chrollo’s level. but, i would still say it sucks, because you’re more likely to become accepting and even… loving to a degree. you can’t help but feel a little bad for the guy.

i don’t think chrollo would physically punish you for running, as he wants to keep up that gentlemanly facade. don’t push him too far, you don’t want to see what’ll happen if he decides to drop it. he’s faster and stronger than you will ever be, so one second you could be shouting, screaming and hitting at the blank expression on his face, and the next cradling a broken wrist while he tuts and coos at you. don’t test it.

johan would NEVERRR physically hurt his darling. worst would be using maybe a needle to knock them out, but he’d feel bad about it. i don’t think he could bring himself to hurt your family or friends, either. i’m not even sure he’d punish a darling at all. maybe more locks, but he’d feel like the monster he believes he is if he tied you down to a bed to keep you from leaving. he might forcibly hold you close for a bit, just to keep himself grounded.

overall, i actually don’t know. johan seems like the better answer, but the idea of actually feeling bad for him or eventually loving him makes me feel >:/. not sure if i would be able to refrain from screaming into a pillow or punching myself unconscious if i had to deal with chrollo, though. (he’s a bastard. i love him).

i guess at least when johan gets you flowers or something you like, it’s for your enjoyment alone. when chrollo does it, sure, it’s nice to see you happy… but it’s mainly to make you like him a little more or prove to you (and himself) that you can be happy with him.

both are definitely better choices than illumi, though. fuck that.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Higher

Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: The reader makes a mistake and has to make up for it

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Drug use (just marry jane fr). Reader is an ASS with her whole chest. Mmm hurt/comfort.

A/N: Now how does a 2k word one-shot get lost in the sauce? i dont know either but that’s why i hand write everything. i would’ve cried if it was gone forever because this is by far, my favorite piece. Of course, the song doesn’t need to be played, buuut you definitley should listen to it! Anywho, happy reading!- Bee 💕

This was stupid. You and Elvis were supposed to be enjoying dinner together, but every little thing bothered you. The wait time, the room's temperature, the space's volume. All of it. One flirtatious remark from a waitress toward your husband was what really set you off.

Realistically, you would never fly off the handle with Elvis. He meant everything and more. Never, on any other day, would you disrespect him to such a degree.

Both of you had been run ragged. With the stress of release dates, concerts, fans, and both of your (shitty) managers, You and Elvis were at your wit's end.

You knew Elvis wouldn't look twice at a girl like that. In your eyes, though, the kind smile and short 'thank you' may as well have been him getting down on one knee and begging for her hand in marriage.

Elvis didn't see your outburst coming. Usually, he could read you like a book, but he was distracted, busy sorting through dates and show times. Honest to god, he hadn't even registered that girl's hand grazing his shoulder.

It was so sudden Elvis had to blink to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Your hand came down on the tabletop so hard the poor man practically jumped out of his skin.

"You can't keep from flirtin' for one goddamn night, Elvis? Every time I look, you're chattin' up some new, two-bit whore."

You know that wasn't true; Elvis was friendly, sure, but he was hopelessly devoted to you. His jaw hung open, eyes widened with an expression reading, 'are you fucking serious?'. He was almost too stunned to speak, almost. Elvis clears his throat, knuckles going white as he clenches his fork.

"Little girl, I know full well-"

You huff and open your mouth, prepared to continue your tirade. But before you can, Elvis holds up a finger.

"Don't you sit up here n' disrespect me. Ya ain't gon talk to me like you've lost your mind," he asserts.

You see red. He didn't deny it and practically told you to shut up. Or at least those were the dots you connected. Any chance at a rational step forward has flown out of the window. You can feel yourself getting warm as anger pumps through your veins.

"Don't talk like I—What the fuck is wrong with you? Ya prance around with whoever in my damn face, but I'm the one who belongs in the loony bin?"

You're digging a deeper hole than you care to realize. Again, Elvis tries to get you under control.

"Y/n. I'm warnin' ya." He seethes.

Boy, does that get you hot.

"What? Don't wanna admit it? Don't want everyone to know how often you forget about your wife, chasin' skirts? Shoulda stayed in fuckin' Memphis."

You mumbled that last part, but Elvis still caught it. He'd had enough. The fork clatters onto the plate, and he clasps his hands together. His face is stern, but those beautiful blue eyes were glasses over. You had gone too far.

"S'That what ya want?" He muses. You're quiet now. It sinks in; how ridiculous you had been. Elvis lifts his brows, waiting for an answer. When the silence looms over the both of you, he rises to his feet, taking that as his answer.

"Fine then, call Lamar. Wouldn't want ya stuck with me any longer than ya have to be, since your jus' dyin' to get away." He griped.

Before leaving, Elvis tosses some money on the table to cover both meals. Then, he spins on his feet and storms out of the restaurant. You were left to sit in your shame with stares come from each direction. What did you just do? Tears burn in your eyes as you scramble to collect your things.

You fly out the door, scanning the lot for any sign of Elvis. He left. Left you stranded. What else was he to do, though? You sigh and go back inside, head hung low, shame surrounding you. Safe to say, you felt like an idiot calling Lamar in front of everyone.

The ride home was depressing. Elvis wasn't there to tickle your sides and tell you bad jokes. No one to kiss you and tell you they love you. It was just you and your thoughts.

When you arrive at the hotel, you're scared to walk through the doors. Would Elvis yell? Send you packing? Put you out? God, you had no clue. You fidget with yourself the whole way up to the room's floor. Standing before the door, you contemplate booking a different suite altogether.

Elvis is your husband; he wouldn't want that. Right? Pushing the nerves down, you unlock the door and step in.

He isn't in the front room, so he must be in the back. You take a deep breath and head that way. You find Elvis sitting on the bed, facing away from the entrance. You lean against the frame and keep your sights trained on his back.

"...Hey," you try, voice soft as ever—a clear contrast to your earlier performance. Elvis doesn't even look your way, preferring to focus on his feet.

"Thought you'd be on your way to Memphis by now." He croaked.

Your heart sinks; you truly did hurt his feelings.

"Elvie—no, I was just-"

A disheartened chuckle cuts your explanation short,

"I know, you were just so angry that ya got stuck with me. Don't need ya to tell me twice, y/n."

You shake your head, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

"El, please. I didn't—didn't mean-"

"So then what is it, y/n? Huh? I ain't never stepped out on you, and ya know it. So why the theatrics? Why talk to me like that?" Elvis booms, voice breaking as he searches desperately for an answer.

You're taken aback by the volume of his voice; how ironic. Your silence again serves as his answer. He takes a sharp breath and throws his hands up.

"Yknow what? I don't even wanna know. M'goin' to bed. Got a lotta shit to do in the mornin'."

You whimper as he buries himself under the covers. There isn't a sadder sight than watching your husband cry silently. You feel like the shittiest wife on the planet. Not bothering to change, you climb in next to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I really am sorry, El. I didn't mean anythin' I said." You whisper, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear. Elvis hums, pushing you off and sliding away as far as he can.

"M'sure you didn't, y/n."

Defeated, you turn over, crying yourself to sleep just the same as him.

For the next two weeks, Elvis is cold toward you. Drowning himself in his work, barely speaking to you, only kissing you goodnight. It was torture, but it wasn't for nothing. You said Elvis forgot about you? He could show you what that was really like. Said he was nothing but a flirt? He could show you that too.

For those two long weeks, Elvis flirted with every woman he encountered. He never cheated; Elvis wasn't a dog. But he intended to make it hurt, and that he did. He'd wave you off to finish a conversation it was with a girl, and act uninterested when you spoke, only to perk up whenever a young filly caught his attention.

You had learned your lesson and wanted Elvis to understand how sorry you were. No apology you crafted was good enough; none felt right. You'd write, scratch it, cry, rinse, and repeat. Drink after drink, and two joints later, you find yourself at the piano in the corner of the room. In your stupor, you decide to sing what you're feeling, hoping to find the words you'd been looking for.

You rest your fingers atop the ivories and begin a simple melody. You clear your throat and shakily start the song.

"This whisky got me feelin' pretty... so pardon if m'impolite..."

Your words are slurred, your focus is off, and your thoughts are jumbled, so it's no surprise the door opening goes unnoticed.

"...I jus' really need your ass with me—m'sorry bout the other night..."

Elvis creeps in slowly, careful not to let you know he's home.

"...And i know i could be more creative n' come up with poetic lines..."

Your husband leans against the wall, watching his inebriated wife pour her heart out as best she can. He fights the smile tugging at his lips as you continue.

"...But m'fucked up upstairs, and 'i love you' is the only thing that's in my mind..."

Tears prick in your eyes, and as you think about how you treated Elvis, they fall down your face. You carry on, though, not wanting to lose focus.

"...You take me higher...higher than I've ever been, babe. Just come over; let's pour a drink, babe..."

Elvis's chest hurts when he hears your plea. He wants so badly to still be upset, but he can't after seeing you like this. Elvis wants to hold you and wipe away your tears; your sonata isn't finished, though.

"...I hope I ain't callin' you too late, too late..."

You take a breath; the thought of Elvis leaving you is overwhelming

"...You light my fire; let's stay up late and smoke a J..."

The crack in your voice and the way you're virtually sobbing through every line hurts Elvis something terrible.

"...I wanna go back to the old way, but m'drunk instead with a full ashtray, with a little bit too much to say."

When the last line leaves your lips, Elvis rushes to your side.

"I want that too, little." He whispers.

A loud cry escapes your chest as you throw your arms around him. Elvis does the same, squeezing you tight.

"Oh, El," you hiccup, "M'so fuckin' sorry. I never meant to hurt ya. You know that right? Pleas tell me ya know I didn't-"

Elvis nods his head frantically, smiling through his tears as you babble

"I know you were stressed. Jus' hurt to hear that ya thought i didn't care nothin' bout ya. Hurt to hear ya say you wanna leave me."

You shake your head again, feeling like a fool.

"El I— I just said all that cause it hurt seein' that girl flirt with ya, and you didn't do anything about it. Thought you mighta liked her or somethin'."

Elvis laughs from his belly upon hearing this.

"Liked her? Honey, did ya see her hair?"

"Did I?" You giggle back, "It was a mess!"

Your husband nods in agreement, "Yeah, and she had on the tackiest earrings."

After two weeks of agony, you're finally on track, gossiping about people with Elvis like you were used to. His hands cup your face, and he looks directly into your eyes.

"You're the only one for me. No woman could beat your perfection, darlin'. You could stick me in a room with a hundred of 'em, and I'd find something wrong with 'em all cause they ain't you. I love you, y/n."

You nod your head in understanding, bringing your hand to his cheek. "I love you too, Elvie."

"Good." He gushed. Elvis admires you for a moment before he decides to wrap up the night

"Now, we've got to get some sleep. We're recordin'. that song first thing tomorrow. Oh, and ya ain't never to late baby. I'll never leave your side." Elvis promises.

You sniff and give him a kiss, sloppy but still a kiss. He helps you to bed, snaking his arms around your form. Elvis was your everything; you couldn't dream of letting him go.

"Missed this," you murmur.

"Me too. Goodnight, mama."

Taglist: @prayerstopresley

[bekkachaos]

Hiiii Bekka 💕💕💕💕

I am so intrigued by all your wips!

Please tell me all about (or maybe even share a snippet of 🥰):

-soulmate AU

-Truman show AU

-addict Buck/spiraling Eddie AU

-❤️🪐

Hi darling!! Thank you so much for asking, I love talking about my wips (instead of writing them 😅 teehee).

Here's a bit of info about these wips and a snippet from one 🥰

Soulmate AU

You can't lie to your soulmate, so from a very young age Eddie decides that he's just never going to lie, because he doesn't want to know. He thinks the odds are against finding your soulmate in the millions of people in the world anyway, so why ruin a chance to be happy with someone else?

Buck on the other hand, has always dreamed about finding his soulmate, he's kind of a romantic like that. Such a romantic that he practically lies to every woman he meets, and every time he does he gets that pang of disappointment when it works so easily.

Truman Show AU

This is way more of a vibe than an on track fic just yet! But I had the idea that Buck was given up as a baby to a reality show set to follow a boy in every moment of his life from infancy through adulthood, and baby Buck soon becomes the heart of everyone's home, from the TV. The Evan Show is the most popular tv program ever, with peak audiences for his milestone events like his first day of school, his first kiss, even the day he tragically lost his father in a freak tsunami.

Now, Buck is nearly 30, with a beautiful redheaded fiance (😏) and a perfectly routine life. Only, it's too routine, too perfect. Things are starting to feel weird...

And then there's Eddie, who moves to LA with his son and gets a job as an extra in "The Dome" playing some part out of the way just filling up the world and making it seem real, he never even has to interact with Buck, at least not until he comes running panicked and looking for a place to hide as he questions the world around him. Eddie feels just as panicked, but somehow manages to talk him down and gets him to go home.

The next day Buck comes to visit Eddie and thanks him for what he did, asks him if he would let him buy him a beer to thank him. Eddie says he has to think about it, but that night after work Eddie gets called in with the director who said that his exchange with Buck the day before sent the ratings up, and they want to promote him, want to add him into Buck's friend circle. Eddie gets the impression it's either say yes or he's immediately out of a job, so he agrees.

What he didn't expect was to start falling for the most talked about man in America, and the more he falls, the worse he feels about the life Buck's forced to live, and he wonders if there's anything he could ever do to get him out.

Addict Buck / Spiralling Eddie AU

(this is one I've been thinking thinking about a lot and have so many ideas for, it was supposed to be smaller and for last year's angstfest buuut the idea got away from me and I didn't want to rush it!)

Eddie is at his lowest. His parents took him to court to take Chris away, and won. So they forced him back to Texas with them, leaving Eddie alone in LA. They won't even let Eddie talk to Christopher, telling him that he needs to let him adjust first so he doesn't confuse him. Eddie starts getting angry, so Lena (from his firehouse at the 136) suggests taking out his anger constructively by fighting. It's too good an outlet for Eddie, and he quickly ends up fighting in an illegal underground ring for money, leading to him getting suspended from his job at the fire department. The fighting ring starts to feel like the only thing Eddie has left, even though he knows how destructive it is, he doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything.

That thought is weighing on his mind when he's walking to the edge of a bridge and staring out over the river by some abandoned workshops, wondering what the hell the point is anymore when he can't even talk to his son.

That's when he bumps into a stranger in the dark, clearly high on something. They have a tense exchange and Eddie leaves, but for some reason he revisits that spot again a few days later and the stranger, Buck, is still hanging around.

They build up a kind of friendship, and it soon becomes clear that they are exactly what the other needs to pick themselves up out of their low spots (even if they're a little reluctant to do it).

here's a snip x

He closed his eyes and sucked the biting air into his lungs, filling him with cold, fanning the fiery anger that consumed him and escaping back through his split lips in a heavy cloud. "You know most people think your breath doesn't do that until below freezing." Eddie flinched, turning back to see a tall man approaching slowly from behind, hands shoved into his front pockets and eyeing him with a tilt of his head. "Excuse me?" was all he managed in reply. "When you can see your breath in the air, doesn't have to be freezing, hell, only needs to get to about 45," he said, making an 'o' with his lips until his condensated breath came out in a long thin line.  Eddie eyed him warily. He hadn't seen him when he arrived at the bridge, there's not much around save for a few derelict buildings and a foot path leading towards the overpass. On top of that, he could see the way his pupils were dilated, he was high on something, or maybe coming down.  "I'd say sorry, that I didn't mean to interrupt, but I guess I did," he said, keeping his distance from Eddie but not taking his eyes or his curious gaze from him. Eddie just grunted back at him, not sure that he should turn his back on him. He could probably take him in a fight, as long as he doesn't have a knife, but he doesn't really want things to come to that. His knuckles were still cut and bruised from his fight earlier and his brow throbbed from the left hook he'd been too slow to dodge. "Want to tell me what you're doing out here?" the stranger asked, and this time Eddie really didn't care what happened next, so he turned his attention back to the black over the bridge. "Could ask you the same thing. You always sneak up on people? Start conversations about the air, how cold it is?" he said roughly. "Only when they're holding as tightly to the bridge rail as you are."

[dizzycloudzzz]

Shrek AU?????

I just watched Shrek and some spirit possessed me to do this

OKAY *inhale*

It's on the Boiling Isles buuut in the Deadwardian Era, as if they were ancestors of the current Gus, Hunter and Willow

Does that make sense? Of course it does

Let's change the term "ogre" in the story to "Grimwalker", so this Hunter here is living isolated from witches and Belos, a Golden Guard who escaped and discovered the truth and now just wants to live his own life in peace and A L O N E, so he maaaay have forged his own death and then maintaining the lies that he was some zombie or spirit when one or two witches saw him in the forest and were called crazy for that

-

And then we have Augustus Porter, running away from a group of annoying witches who were calling him "Donkey" 'cause of the size of his very cute ears and dirtying him with abomination magic, just bullies being bullies

He ran so much until he bumped into one person, and the group of witches behind him also stopped running when they saw who

That guy certainly hasn't slept for a few past lives and not even had found no one alive since WHO KNOWS, and it wasn't even a pleasant surprise

It was just like: eye contact, children screamed when they saw that the legend of "the Golden Guard being alive and cursing anyone who entered the forest" was true partially, and then he walked away, remembering why he didn't like people that much

"new best friend", Gus decided and followed Hunter around like a small but endless source of curiosity and questions

Hunter tried to walk faster, pretend he was deaf or mute, just ignore

Nothing functional, soon he gave in, NOW THEY WERE DONKEY AND DORK UNBEATABLE DUO

Nah, not yet, Hunter was just making up something to distract Gus, trying to scare him by telling him that the legend (that he himself had spread) is true and he was a danger and GUS WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION HE THOUGHT IT WAS SO COOL THAT HE WAS MEETING A LIVING LEGEND

"... you would be SO popular if you showed up to everyone!!!!"

"ew. why would I want that."

He really didn't want anyone much less Belos to know he was living there hidden near a Palistrom tree, and the idea of ​​being known was not attractive to him, he had just invented those rumors about "stealing their souls and bile" so that people would NOT want to know about him, but the plan backfired, now he's famous

And while he and Gus were talking, a crowd gathered around the Palistrom tree/Hunter's home and surrounded the two, not exactly friendly as they trapped Hunter with magical vines and then trapped Gus as well when he tried to save his friend in vain

-

There was monarchy before Belos, Willow's dads ☝️

Gus and Hunter were taken to their castle and it was a relief to know that they actually wanted to ask for help

They told the sad story that their daughter, the princess of the Islands, had been trapped for years in a tower surrounded by the boiling sea and with a Selkidomus guarding the entrance and preventing anyone from saving her 'cause she mistook Willow for one of her babies lol

and no one was able to save her, but Hunter could!!!!!

"you've already tried the most powerful witches on the island and now you're sending me to die there too?"

"aren't you already dead?"

"... touché. I go, but uhhhhh prohibit entry into Palistrom Forest"

"why??"

"'cause they are... deforesting... and in a few years there will be a shortage..?"

"makes sense. we have a deal then"

"can I go rescue the princess too? and get free passage to the forest as a reward?"

Hunter said no, the kings said yes, Gus only heard yes

And they walked a loooong way to get to the beach, being able to see the tower in the distance in the middle of the boiling sea as if it were a small island

Hunter tested getting close to the water, not hesitating to put his hand in there and notice that he didn't burn himself, Grimwalker advantages

Gus created a boat of abomination so himself can float to the tower along with Hunter who just went on his own, being received by an angry Selkidomus out of distrust but who was quickly tamed by an illusion-spell mixed with beast keeping magic from Gus that made her believe that they were also her babies, letting them pass and enter (The "heroes" that were sent earlier were trying to fight the poor Selkidomus, a waste of time)

"it was more easy with you"

"I did nothing"

"I would do nothing either if I were alone, thanks for the moral support"

"I still feel useless... but you're welcome..?"

NOW they're bros, and meet the third future member of the inseparable trio

-

Willow is a Grimwalker too, obviously, she wears contact lenses both to be able to see without needing glasses and to change the magenta color of her eyes to green

She wasn't exactly expecting to be saved (when they arrived, she was trying to escape) but was relieved when she saw the two coming to get her out of there

As they were on the boat heading back to the sand, Hunter noticed Willow touching and playing with the water while they were on the boat and thought about warning her about the obvious fact that it was boiling, but she didn't seem to be affected so he stayed quiet

Gus and Willow? Instant friends, she enjoyed being treated like something other than royalty and liked having someone to talk to after so long

Hunter just like to listen them, during that long journey he discovered himself as a great listener

And they weren't so bad, he didn't hate them, in fact, he liked the company, a little

-

And so we have in a hasty summary:

Willow giving a little lesson to the jerks who bullied Gus before and being named the coolest of the group without needing even an ounce of magic, CAMPS, Everyone venting about their traumas, Huntlow moment with them cutting each other's hair after an accident and talking about his scars and her broken crown, Gus being a brat but a great cupid for them, Flowers and fruit and backhanded compliments 'cause Hunter doesn't know how to flirt

AND theeeeen

"c'mon! you like him and he DEFINITELY likes you too, he's pretty obvious! what's so complicated about that?"

"that would never work, donkey! how could anyone like someone who isn't even a real witch?! a real person? this is not natural..."

Willow was talking about herself, trying to pretend she didn't care, AND GUESS WHO LISTENED?? YEAH HUNTER IS NOT OKAY NOW

-

Another summary:

Discussion and separation, Willow was like Elsa singing "For the First Time in Foreveeeer" and trying to focus on being in the present, back at the castle, to the role of princess and... Without her friends, Hunter just wanted to go back to being a lone wolf but obviously Gus wouldn't let him, he clears up the misunderstanding, Hunter discovers she's a Grimwalker too, another little discussion before they sort themselves out and HOOOLD HANDS and then group hug

They keep meeting in the Palistrom forest as a sacred place for them and as if the rest of the world doesn't exist and they don't have to worry about anything while they are together, just being free and having fun and being young

YAY HAPPY ENDING!!!!!

wait, has it been 22 years since Shrek released? ☠️

[romaritimeharbor]

This next one is just straight angst.

Given the events of the.... I believe it was 4.2 Archon Quests? (the ones where we find she isn't actually Focalors, but rather her human clone/daughter-of-a-sort), we found out a lot of things regarding our dearest Furina.

Now, imagine how an interaction between her and the [Name] from the Dad!Kaveh series...

Now, I know that you interpreted Focalors very differently from how she actually is in-game (because you did this series before Fontaine was actually out), but I feel like that could still potentially work with what we actually got. So, this [name] clearly holds a lot of resentment towards Furina, because she's responsible for their parents’ deaths (which makes sense, since she’s depicted taking a more prosecutory role in the court. And maybe [Name]’s parents died because they elected to go for the honor duel to clear their names of whatever crime they were convicted of and well… the results speak for themselves). Given by their extreme reaction upon receiving a Hydro vision, it's safe to say that hatred runs fairly deep.

Now, imagine they return to Fontaine (perhaps with Kaveh to go meet his mom), they're maybe a bit out of the loop when it comes to what's recently happened in their homeland, perhaps they feel a bit anxious being back in the place where they lost their original family (perhaps they feel resentment towards the people with how they treat the court like their own personal theatre). Perhaps in hopes of qwelling this anxiety, Kaveh (or maybe his mom) suggest that they attend an actual performance (or maybe it's another of Lyney and Lynette's magic shows). Maybe hesitantly, they agree, not wanting to drag the mood of the trip down for their adoptive father.

So they attend the show, and things are going well at first, their spirits are lifting, and they're starting to believe that maybe, just maybe this trip won't be so bad afterall. Until she appears.

Her.

The false-hydro Archon (imagine if this compounds their resentment for her even more. Because now she's not just a murderer, she's a LIAR).

Their Anxiety turns to panic, their heart pounds away in their chest like a jackhammer on concrete, and they're suddenly finding it hard to breathe. And one thought crosses their mind in that moment.

They need to run

They need to get away

They need to escape!

And then they just, bolt out of there.Imagine what could be going through their mind in that moment. Their parents are accused of a crime they may or may not have committed, and they die by the sword trying to earn their freedom.

Furina meanwhile, gets to walk away scott-free.

Where's the fairness in that? Where's the damned justice?!

Oh gods, do you recall that one convo you had with a moot on your old blog? The one about Kaveh's younger sibling resenting their mom for abandoning themImagin, and Kaveh unintentionally invalidating their feelings about it? Imagine him doing that here…

Dude, [Name] would be sooooo pissed.

Better hope they don't run into Furina out on the street, poor Furiri gonna receive extracurricular emotional damage 💀

To unintentionally add insult to injury, imagine Furina doesn't even remember the trial of [Name’s] parents all that well. Like, though [Name's] would have been fairly recent in the 500 years she's been alive, Furina still had to deal with DOZENS of trials a year, more than a few having similarly tragic outcome I'd imagine. So now that's just pouring more salt into a gradually reopening wound.

I could definitely see Navia being someone who empathizes with [Name] on their situation, since she’s been in a fairly similar place herself.

DUDE. NOT ONLY IS SHE A MURDERER, SHE'S A LIAR. IDK SOMETHING ABOUT THAT HITS SO INSANELY HARD.

i had to work with what i had back then, BUUUT now that we know more.... i can definitely modify it somewhat to suit canon. and suit canon it most certainly does!!!!

i love the idea of it being one of lyney and lynette's shows, rather than an opera or something of the like; an opera is too... characteristic of fontaine. and too serious, for that matter! but a magic show is much more lighthearted and astounding and it would take their mind off of being in fontaine, if only momentarily.

if only until they spot her.

(also like the idea of it being one of the twins' shows because i think lyney and lynette WOULD notice if some kid suddenly darted out in the middle of the show. ahhh i could see them running into [name] after and inviting them to another magic show free of charge. they missed half of the magic, after all! no, no, lyney cannot have them leaving without seeing the extent of his and his sister's talent. that would just leave a bad impression of the two of them on [name], after all! also yknow seeing a child who was clearly just sobbing their eyes out. hm. older brotherly instinct kicks in and he's like fuck. How do i make them feel better. They cannot leave our show crying that is UNACCEPTABLE on MY behalf!!!!!!!!)

"i understand your anger, but--" "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY ANGER."

ah kaveh. he tries really hard but is not perfect. the accidential invalidation only sets them off even more.

oh furina girl i HOPE for your sake that you don't run into them in the streets, because the rage they would regard you with if you did would be like none you have ever known. if she thought being exposed in front of all of fontaine was bad.... wait until she meets them! i love furina but to write from the perspective of someone who hates her so viscerally would be so fun. 🤭

oh and navia 🥺🥺 can you imagine if she didn't attend that performance, and they run into her on the streets? a child (a teenager at this point, but still a child) younger than she is, sniffling and sobbing and hyperventilating and clearly in the middle of a panic attack. i haven't written for navia before, but she seems so very gentle and empathetic. she will protect them until they're okay again. shh, little one, navia's got you now... why don't you sit down with her and have a sweet treat? she can make them herself, or she would be more than happy to take you to fontaine's best bakery! tell her what's on your mind, why you're running alone through the city streets in such a poor state?

(what if they vaguely recalled spina di rosula, back when her father was in charge of it... nd, once she introduces herself properly, they're just like. oh.... okay. it is safe here. she won't hurt me. 🥺)

ahhhhhh wait....... eventually reuniting with kaveh and, before he can even apologize because he knows he fucked up, just exhaustedly murmuring "i want to go home" with their head pressed against his chest. "wanna go back to sumeru." they aren't longing for their home in fontaine. they want to go back to sumeru, with haitham and collei and nari and cyno because they feel ostracized here in fontaine where they are surrounded by furina's admirers and fans, but they have never felt that way in sumeru, save for perhaps the very first day they stumbled into the city as a little kid. they just want to be back safe with their family :(

dude so many feelings.... there is a beauty in fontaine that they missed but that beauty is surrounded in thorns that prick their skin and make them bleed when they try to reach out to touch it and... maybe they just have to admire it from a distance, for now. because clearly they are not ready to return (and kaveh curses himself a little for making the mistake of not noticing sooner).

nd also just... the same way navia went off on neuvillette. them going off on furina if they see her. i just know that navia would get it. she wouldn't say any dumb shit like "how could you say that to miss furina?!?!?!?!" like. no. she would GET IT. she is just like them. i can't stop thinking about that. big sis navia.

[amethysttide]

Some plot holes created in House of the Dragon so far;

This is not me hating on the show itself or any of the characters btw, I'm enjoying it so far despite the changes but once I started thinking about it I couldn't stop, lol. Reasons to follow the source material fr

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM

1. Leanor's "death". I was actually happy as hell when they let him live and only faked his death because I love Leanor and didn't want that family to suffer more after just losing Laena. Buuut that creates a whole bunch of problems. First, Leanor as a character; he faked his own death to run away right after his parents just lost their daughter, his nieces their mother and his own claimed sons lost their real father. That's lowkey selfish as hell but it can be excused because that's what he wanted for himself, to finally be able to live freely. I can see him making that decision. What can't be excused is him sailing away instead of flying with Seasmoke. Why? Well, to begin with the bond between a dragon and it's rider has been ruined more than once in the show so far and this is one example. Seasmoke knows Leanor is not dead, you can't trick a dragon. Dragons only bond with new riders when they lose their prior ones so Seasmoke won't get a new rider unless Leanor dies off screen wherever he went or they just say fuck it to dragons' loyalty. If Seasmoke doesn't get a new rider, his role in the dance is basically erased and team black loses one rider from their side.

2. The final scene of episode 9, of Rhaenys crashing the coronation. Now this one is a whole bunch of problems and it honestly pisses me off because apparently, someone just decided that it would be badass.

It's a known fact that the townfolk is in favour of the Greens in the book and against Rhaenyra and that scene with Rhaenys gave them all the more reason to be on that side. She killed hundreds, maybe thousands of innocent citizens just to make an entrance.

The entrance of which made no sense btw. Without going into too much detail, later on in the dance the dragon pit will be stormed and the dragons inside will die, some because of the ceiling collapsing on them. Yet, in that scene, Rhaenys flew straight through without her dragon, or herself for that matter how did she not get hurt during that stunt, taking any damage.

There's also the issue about the rest of the dragons that were supposed to be in the pit. Sunfyre, Dreamfyre? Vhagar was surely nearby? And none of these dragons got hurt during the destruction OR EVEN WORSE, CAME TO PROTECT THEIR RIDERS WHO'S LIVES WERE THREATENED?

Then Rhaenys just... Left? Somehow her dragon shrunk in size to get through the doors, LOL. Someone said she didn't kill the noble family because it wasn't her war but like... It is? Her whole family is on that side? Her granddaughters, his son in law, her future grandsons in law, her husband? It IS her war. She did not do anything because that scene never happened in the book and they couldn't fuck up continuity further.

Additionally, in the book, there IS a dragon scene during the coronation. It's between Sunfyre and Aegon. Aegon arguably has the best relationship with his dragon throughout the entire story and they took out any opportunities to show that. Similarly, in the book when Aemond has his eye cut out, Vhagar roars in the distance to show that their new bond is solid.

And again, because of that scene alone, Aemond being a fuck ass and killing Luke in the finale won't be just him being a petty psycho. He'll still be a bitch with no honour for doing it during peace talks, but just before that, Rhaenys would have crashed his brother's coronation and killed so many of his people and threatened his whole family. It makes it seem like team Black hit first instead.

But EVEN THEN, there's another problem with Aemond. Wherein the book, he was loyal as hell to Aegon from beginning to an end, refusing to be called king and only going by regent, he's now envious of his brother and wanting the crown? My god

And don't get me started on taking away majority of Alicent and Rhaenyra's wrongdoings to whitewash them. Alicent doesn't have half the agency in the dance that she originally had, although it turned her into a really interesting character that I enjoy watching (mostly because of the performance. Olivia Cooke I love you FR). Rhaenyra on the other hand, is so whitewashed that it's hard to distinguish wether she's now mature and calm or just bland.

A mess y'all, a mess.

[r0-boat]

Secrecy

Oc Oliver Sterling x Reader

Tldr:Fucking in a classroom

Cw: student/teacher relationship

Oliver has made many decisions but none could compare to being with one of his students. A decision he never regrets; he does love you. However, he has come to learn that you are pretty promiscuous... you are not a straight-A student, but he could tell you genuinely have an interest in his class. He always knew you were a risk-taker... he just didn't know how far you were willing to go.

Today during one of his long lectures, he almost choked on his words, a rarity for him when he just so happened to look down. You were playing with the bottom half of your uniform, intentionally flashing him...you had nothing underneath. He tore his eyes away and continued with the lesson, not wanting to draw attention. And Oliver swore he saw your lips curved into a smirk.

Thank God that's it the short that day he could feel your eyes on him burning into his head like a tiger stalking on its victim. You pretended to pack your things into your book bag as everyone else left the classroom to go back to home. You try not to show your smile as you see Oliver walk over to your seat.

As you were going to pick up your notebook Sterling's hand slams down on the desk right on top of your notebook his weight on it you could hear the Venom in his voice as he utters, "what were you thinking?"

" What do you mean?"

" Don't Play Dumb With Me. During my lesson you purposely flashed me, in class! What if someone saw."

"Buuut they didn't"

He leans back up his fingers on his temples. goodness gracious you're going to be the death of him..." Dear, if you wanted me that badly you didn't have to do that"

You look back making sure the door was closed before getting up to your seat and walking over Sterling's breath hitches when he feels your hands on his body. He asked what you're doing, and you respond. " I do want you, but I wanted to try something different." Almost immediately, he gets it. He covers his face with one hand, trying to hide the pink dust on his cheeks. You feel fingers on your back "here? I don't know, i-" your Professor stutters; too much risk...but the idea is doing something to him. The idea of punishing you of doing such a new Act right in this room excites him.

... have you been going without underwear all day...

Damn it...

"Ok... maybe this once... but you have to keep qu-!"

You practically pounce on him your lips slamming into his against you he is powerless his eyes slowly fluttering closed as you feel his hand running through the back of your hair and around your body attempting to pull you closer.

Funny... Oliver said you must be quiet, yet he's the one moaning and whimpering, feeling your hands slide underneath his now wrinkled collared shirt and sweater vest. Judging by how his hand slowly slides up your uniform bottoms, He must like this idea as much as you do.

Your tongue invades his mouth in an attempt to keep him silent. Only to immediately break the kiss, panting, "Get on the desk. I need to be inside you."

With a smile, you obey, leaning your body over your professor's desk messing up Sterling's meticulous desk. You couldn't help yourself looking back at him and shaking your butt. Only for you to squeak when Sterling slaps your ass. "Do that again, and you won't be able to come to classes tomorrow."

Sterling purrs, taking in the sight of you over his desk in your University uniform. His fingers danced across your sides, playing with the rim of your bottoms before slowly rolling them off.

He put his fingers into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before playing with your hole. Teasing you making them sink in and out, preparing your hole for something bigger.

You bite your lip, hearing him unbuckling his belt as his pants fall to the ground.

Sterling took off his glasses, setting them on the edge of the desk before slowly sinking his cock inside you. His mouth agape, grabbing at your ass and hips, his pace starting slow and deep. the feeling of his sensitive cock getting squeezed, milked by your tight walls. The rush knowing that anyone could walk in and see you, his student bent over the desk, and him your teacher balls deep inside, giving you pleasure that others could dream.

Pour Oliver shutters at the thought, quickening his pace; you feel his chest press against your back. Giving you Goosebumps as you feel his tongue and lips on your neck, nibbling and sucking. He hopes that hickey is visible he wants your classmates gawk at the marks he makes on your neck. Not knowing that the owner of those marks is the one silencing the distracted students.

They will never know that your bent over the desk getting pounded by the very professor whom they say is a stickler with the rules, and is very strict.

"please, Sir harder!" you beg pressing your ass harder against his moving hips.

Sterling exhaled in response giving you what you wanted. At the same time, keep in mind of how loud his balls are slapping against your body. Sterling covers your mouth with his hand, not wanting you to get too loud as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. While your mouth is covered he takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into your shoulder hard, Sterling fuck you with a reckless abandon chasing his orgasm. Your eyes roll back letting out all your noises curses and pleads of his name all for it to be quickly silenced by his hand, ."I'm close! you're close to I can feel it you're milking my cock as if you hunger for my cum, cum for me. Fucking cum while your professor fills you up over his desk!".

Sterling gasps fucking you through his own orgasm. He only takes his hand off your mouth for a second, Nails digging into your sides as he bites into you one final time. Sending you over the edge cumming around his cock, trying not to be loud, but you cannot guarantee you've lost control.

Sterling stays inside of you wanting to completely fill you up before he pulles out.

You pant coming down from your high. " that scream might have been too loud" Sterling finally pulls his softening cock out of you reaching for his glasses giving you a kiss on the head in between. " Don't worry if someone did hear something; I'll handle it for them; I'm a pure angel. We can try this again next time." he says, giving you a mischievous smile with his wrinkled outfit and disheveled hair. " waoh~ look at you taking risks" you gave him a light-hearted chuckle before getting up and reaching for your bottoms.

He Chuckles, pulling you close " I can't help it. You've ruined me, my dear,"

[angelhummel]

hot take: finn was manipulative and borderline emotionally abusive. the way he would put rachel down when she dressed a certain way so that she wouldn't be desired by other people, or the way he manipulated her into internalizing that they would "be endgame" fits the bill

Lmao well I wanna say he's not even smart enough to be manipulative like that buuut. Him outing Santana and then blackmailing her with the whole "She didn't hit me" thing was really bad lmao

Althooo idk I did say before in way of Finn being such a gaping asshole idiot when it came to how Rachel looks. Showing more skin? Totally hot and appealing. Curling her hair and wearing lots of makeup? Sad clown hooker. Dressing how she normally dresses? Santana and Brittany are right to make fun of her. Dressing like Britney? She should cover up bc he doesnt want other guys staring at her. And the cherry on top is when she's at NYADA wearing a face full of makeup with her hair teased out to infinity and this little bitch is like "she's so pretty even when she's not all dolled up <3" like the way i actually want to personally run over him is insane

And god don't get me started on them being endgame. He was such a fucking creep at the wedding, getting drunk and pulling that "she loves me, she loves me not" bullshit. You could make one of those "______ recut as a horror movie" videos of his speech to her at the wedding

"I don't know how or when, and I don't care where you're living or what dope you're shacked up with, you're my girlfriend. We are endgame. I know that and you know that" that is fucking horrifying lmao

Like we get it Finn you don't care about Rachel's wants or respect her boundaries. We know. AND THEN he flies to New York to ambush her current boyfriend and beat him up. And says "Stay away from my future wife". I wish he Final Destination'ed on his fucking plane. These scenes of him would not be out of place in some creepy stalker Lifetime movie lmao. He's such a fucking creep

link to my post about finn being a sociopath lmao

[scarlettriot]

❄️ A New Outlook ❄️

• Pairing: Touya & Katie (@flying-lamb)

• Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI. Aged Up Characters ((late 20s)). Swearing. It's pretty dang soft.

• Contains: Public Sex, Oral (F Receiving), Clothes Being Ripped, Nicknames Used: Babe, Baby, Doll, Baby Girl.

• A/N: This fic is a part of my Winter Writing Event, specially written for @/flying-lamb! Thank you so very much for partaking in the event, Katie! I really hope you love your Holi-Date with Dabi. Thank you @silverhairsimp for helping me out. You're wonderful ♥️

My Winter Writing Event is currently closed. Please follow my page for more information on future writing events I have in the works!

• Word Count: 2,500ish

Dabi always hated Christmas and anything to do with the holidays. The painful past of his childhood with the neglect he faced and watching happy families get together reminded him of everything he never had. That is until he met you. Your perfect curly hair and beautiful brown eyes… you took his breath away, made his guard fall.

He’s not sure why he was so enamored by you the first time he saw you, but one thing was for certain: he just had to get to know you. 

It was just a coincidence, running into you, literally, outside that little bakery after his meeting with the league. He almost counted himself out of having a meaningful relationship at all, deciding that no one could ever love him or want to be with him. But you did.

It's been a couple years since that day, almost three to be exact, and he’s gotten used to all your little tendencies. The way you let your space get a little messy and the way you frantically clean it whenever someone mentions coming over. How he has to be the one to water the house plants because you always habit of forgetting you brought them home. He adores it, adores you.

You had already begun pulling out the Christmas decorations almost as soon as your birthday ended, and he can vividly remember the first Christmas the two of you spent together.

“What is all this crap, anyway?” He’d ask while picking up ornaments from the box before handing them to you to decorate the tree with. He listened as you explained the memories attached to each one.

He would hold the ornaments in his hand, looking at them and the scribbles across the frame, probably something you made when you were just a child, and you’d take his hands in yours. You were never scared of the scars on them, and you were always so gentle. Fingers carefully plucking the fraying looped ribbon and putting it on the tree.

He was unsure at first, a little reserved, but those quiet nights cozied up with you while your Lord of the Rings movie marathon played, he became more sure of himself and all the feelings he had for you, even the ones he developed for the holidays. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. 

Maybe he could even learn to love the holiday’s like you do someday

Between the two of you, you were always the one planning things for the holidays. Having much more experience with these kinds of things made it that much easier. But he wanted this year to be different.

When he arrived home that day, there was a delicate smile as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned over the back of the couch. ”Hi babe, how was your day?” you chimed, and he loved having someone to greet him every time he came home. 

“Fine– buuut, I have a surprise for you…” he whispered gently into your ear, playfully biting the crook of your neck before peppering your jaw with kisses. 

Your hands held onto his arms as they laid across your chest and you looked up at him, “A surprise? What do you—?” He cuts you off with a hand cupping your face as he presses his lips to yours.

“C’mon and get ready. I’ll show ya.” 

There wasn’t much he needed to do to get ready. He’d quickly change into a new pair of jeans and a better jacket with his signature black trench coat.

He took his seat on the bed when he was finished, watching you walk around the room, pulling out outfit after outfit and loving every single one you tried on. 

You’d ask, “what do you think?” each and every time.

And he’d tell you, “you look great, baby,” and meant it with his whole heart. 

He had gotten comfortable, wondering which one you’d settle on until you walked out of the closet in a pretty red dress. Damn did he love the way red looked on you. He sat up on the bed, giving you his undivided attention, “this is the one. You might be cold, but… please, wear this.”

His slender figure sauntered over to you, pulling you into his chest as he kisses you over and over. Still pondering how a guy like him got lucky enough to be with a girl like you. 

“Finish getting ready– ‘m not gonna be able to keep my hands off you if I stay” he smirked and playfully nipped at your bottom lip.

He sat on the couch back in the living room, pulling on his boots once you finally walked out, all dressed up for him. “Y’look beautiful, doll”, wearing that red dress and tights with high-heeled boots. He slipped your own trench coat over your shoulders, knowing just how chilly the winter nights can be.  

“Where are we going?” your voice was so sweet, “You’ll see”, he replied with a smirk as he held open the door of his old pick-up truck for you to climb into. He made way for the outskirts of town, unfamiliar to you, but he just managed to stumble upon this place, and he knew he had to bring you here. 

Practically out in the middle of nowhere, there was a little walkway leading to the woods. You could see the bright lights in the trees and the freshly fallen snow on the ground as he took your hand to help you out of the truck. “Touya… this is–,” words failed to leave your lips when he pulled you along, immediately noticing how cold your fingers were as they intertwined with his.

He didn’t hesitate to warm his hands with his quirk before gently taking yours in his again. “I wanted to bring you here… it was nice and secluded, away from the crowds, just like you like.” 

Your steps fall perfectly in sync with one another, just like they always did and he continues talking as the bright holiday lights illuminate the path. “I used to hate this time of year. Nothing ever came from it except a feeling of emptiness… but ever since I met you, I haven't felt that way.” 

He hoped you knew what he was trying to say. He'd never been the best when it came to talking about his feelings let alone putting them into words but you made him wanna be better at it.

In the middle of the walkway, with strings of lights hanging overhead, he stopped. Cradling your face in his warm palms, bright turquoise eyes meeting your beautiful brown ones, “I love you, Katie… and I wanna continue to love the holidays with you.”

His lips meet yours as his tongue slips into your mouth, the ring he has through the middle of it swipes across yours, and he loves the feeling of your hands on to his waist as he steals this quiet moment with you. 

“Let's walk the whole strip and then we’ll head home, okay?” You nod your head and walk alongside him, resting against his shoulder to keep warm thanks to the heat that naturally radiates off of his body. 

Once you make it around the bend and back, making small conversation about your day and declaring this a new holiday tradition, he holds you close and takes one last kiss before walking back to the car with you. 

Like always, he holds open the door with a hand on your hip, guiding you up into the seat before rounding to the driver's side and climbing up himself.

What you didn't realize is that he’s been uncomfortably shifting himself in his pants all night. Looking at you in that dress, with your pretty red lips all glossed for him, he’s not sure he can handle waiting to get you home. He needs you… now. 

“Baby… c’mere,” he growls as he reaches to paw at your thigh, inching the red fabric up your leg higher and higher. “Dabi–” 

“Touya–” he cuts you off, “we’ve talked about this doll.” 

He helps you readjust yourself as you crawl into his lap over the bench seat. “What if someone sees?” 

Gods damn you were so cute. “No one’s around t’see, trust me.” 

And who were you to deny his trust? He’s been so good to you tonight like he always is, you have no reason to doubt him. He pulls you up to straddle his lap, resting your plush thighs on each side of his. Curious hands roam up the span of them until they settle on your waist. “Y’got no idea what this dress is doin’ to me, do ya?” His voice is low and gruff with lust. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer before crashing his lips onto yours, damn near knocking the air out of your lungs as he thrusts his hips against your clothed core. 

The little whine that leaves your lips is intoxicating, and it makes his cock twitch underneath you. “Wanna feel you, need it…” He’s being so much more vocal tonight, clearly wanting you to fully understand how much he loves and craves you. 

He holds your body close to his, rocking his hips against yours while your tongues dance across one another. Pulling out little noises from you that he swears are the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard.

He can feel the heat emanating from your core even through his jeans and can’t help but want a taste. “Think you can lay down for me, doll? Lemme take care of you?”

Even with the limited, awkward space you have in the front seat of his truck, he flips you around and lays your back flat against the bench seat, pushing your legs up by the backs of your thighs so he can get to work on you. 

He rips into your tights, promising to replace them three times over just so you have backup for when he rips them off you again because this certainly isn't the only time this has happened.

He admires the delicate lace of your panties before gently pulling those to the side, taking an extra second to savor the string of slick that clings to them. “Fuck… Katie, wish you could see yourself right now… all spread out for me, so perfect–.”

Not another second passes before he's dipping his tongue between your folds tasting you for the first time tonight. His tongue traces little circles over your clit, occasionally bumping it with that little metal rod and smirking against you when your hips jolt and your thighs start to shake. “T-touya, feel’s s’good baby–” the words hardly make it out of your mouth when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly. 

Your hips buck up against his face, and he pitifully grinds his against the seat of his truck. While one hand holds your panties to the side, he lets go of your thigh in favor of letting your legs hang over his shoulders so he can dip his fingers into your fluttering hole. 

He never lets up on your clit, continuing to lap at it while more saliva pools on his tongue and drips down your slit. “So messy, pretty girl. Just how I like it.” Your hands come up to his hair, white roots showing through the black dye he’s gonna need you to touch up later. Your fingers tug on his locks, and he smirks, knowing that’s the signal you give when you’re getting close. “Gonna cum, f’me, baby?” he asks in between laps at your clit while his fingers curl up inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again until your walls are quivering around his digits.

“Y-yeah, close baby, ‘m close–” 

Hearing that only makes him work harder, wanting you to cum from his mouth and fingers, just to do it all over again with his cock. He works you up, rocking your body from the force of his fingers fucking in and out of you. You give him one last warning with a choked cry of his name as you finally reach that high. 

“So good, baby girl,” he slowly removes his fingers and brings his lips up to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and he groans when you hum at the taste. He shuffles his jeans down his hips just enough to pull his cock out, stroking himself a few times and spreading around that bead of pre that’s left a wet patch inside his boxers. 

You’re certainly wet enough to just slide right in, but he spits in his palm and coats his length for good measure before lining himself up at your entrance. 

Your hips wiggle underneath him, and he grips them with one hand, “You want something, doll? Gotta ask me…” His tone sounds a little condescending as he runs the tip through your folds, but he’s got nothing but love in his eyes. 

“Want your cock, Touya… please baby.” Your bottom lip juts out, and it makes his heart skip a beat. He inches his hips forward, letting the tip push into your entrance and he gives you a second to bask in the feeling before snapping his hips against yours. 

Eliciting the most perfect moan as he hovers over you. The entire body of his truck rocks back and forth with how hard he's thrusting into you and even if someone were to walk or drive by, he can’t bring himself to care. Not with how good you feel around him. 

“Always so tight baby– fuck, not gonna last long like this. Y’been workin’ me up all night….” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you and pull your legs to wrap around his hips. “Hold on tight, babe. Want you in my lap.”

Your arms wrap around his neck as he braces himself on the bench, anchoring his foot on the floorboard, shifting the two of you, and pulling you into his lap. His cock never slips out of you, not for a moment. His hands settle on your hips while the skirt of your dress hangs over his legs and you start to lift your hips up and down. “That’s it– ride me, just like that.” You lean down, nipping at the unscarred skin on his neck and he leans his head to the side, continuing to guide your hips up and down. 

“Feel good?” 

He chuckles, “You always feel good. Know just what I like.” 

The windows start to fog the more your work yourself up and down his length. His hips desperately meet yours as he gets closer and closer to his own high. “Gonna cum soon– Gods. Can I cum inside, baby? Don’t wanna ruin your pretty dress.” It's just an excuse. Your dress can be cleaned, but what he wouldn’t give to have you stuffed full of his cum on the drive home. 

When you nod your head and bite a mark into his neck, he whines at the way you flutter around his cock with another orgasm. It's more than enough to send him over the edge, painting your perfect walls white. His hips never stop thrusting, wanting to keep you stuffed full of him. “I love you–” he mutters breathlessly against your lips.

And you echo a soft "I love you too" just below his ear. 

As your breaths finally start to even out, he leans up and kisses your forehead, “let’s get home. We have a movie marathon to continue.” He smiles genuinely, thinking about the old traditions and the new ones the two of you will create around the holidays. 

[merrock]

HAPPY FIRST OF JUNE!

Can you believe that we've reached the mid point of the year?! I don't know about anyone else, but I think this one is flying by. And as we're heading into our busy summer season in our little town, we want to take some time out, as we always do, to go over some important things happening in and around Merrock!

HAPPENING IN JUNE!

10th -- pool party! -- all day pool party for everyone, with an 8pm "adults only" after party. (ooc: june 9 - 14)

18th -- father's day! -- floats for dads. hang out at the creamery making dad a tie and drinking root beer floats!

23rd - 25th -- pride weekend! -- pride night at vibrations, a parade and a festival in the park, all to celebrate you!

30th -- carnival & summer bash -- more info coming soon! (this one lies mostly in July!)

JUNE'S MINI-EVENTS!

5th -- last day of school! -- enjoy summer, kids!

5th -- donut day! -- flour co. is doing a buy one, get one free special for all donuts today!

8th -- best friends day! -- show off your best friend, or shoot them a nice gift to say you love them!

15th -- lobster day! -- go to Sandcastles and try out the new and improved lobster rolls!

21st -- first day of summer! -- self-explanatory. just enjoy some sunshine and warmth!

EXTRA BIT OF FUN!

Since June is a rather busy month in the group, we've decided not to do a new task just yet... but to point out the ones that we think you guys would enjoy doing if you haven't! For the month of June, we've brought back our GLORIOUS SUMMERTIME questionnaire! I know a lot of our newer players haven't gotten to fill it out yet (and maybe even some new characters!), so have at it! If you want to go a little further, we also have this SUMMERTIME WARDROBE development prompt that could be fun to play around with.

IMPORTANT NOTES!

as usual, be sure you've read over our rules. nothing has changed, buuut we think it's never bad to refresh yourselves.

let's all do better with starters. get into the habit of replying either as soon as you see an alert go up for a new one if you're around, or opening the page and replying right away when you log in. without priority being put into starters, writers feel ignored, disliked -- that's not our vibe.

remember to follow the starter rules: reply to starters before creating your own (unless you're new here!), and reply back to what you are given.

since we've had some people ask: reserves last for one week. if you know you'll be applying within one week, a regular ole reserve is fine! if you think you need more time to build up activity or work on the character, extended reserves last longer. they're not infinite, though! if in a month or so, you haven't applied, we will touch base.

since we've upped our character limit to ten (and beyond if they are diverse and your activity is exemplary), I'm setting a gentle "five character" rule, where we ask that you please check in with us past the five character mark, so we can make sure you're where you need to be activity-wise and with diversity.

lastly, just a gentle reminder that while we are admins and it is our responsibility to run the group, it is on all of us -- writers and admins alike -- to keep things going and make the group what we want it to be. this includes being kind to one another in the OOC, getting involved in tasks and events, responding to plot calls, and most importantly: being active.

BEHIND THE SCENES!

we have new graphics for the summer months, woohoo! if you notice anything looking a little messy, or anything is hard to read or see, please let us know!

over the next few days/weeks, you will see all of the wanted connections re-posted, so they can be in the new post format (it's easier for me!), and they will be going into the tags to help promote them. as always, we queue WCs on our promo blog, too!

other than that, we're trucking right along. summer is always full of fun things in merrock. some fun things we have coming up include: a volleyball tournament, our annual yard sale, a biiig beach party, and... hmm... what was i forgetting?

oh yeah! a gala! these seem to be a huge hit with you guys, i think because you like picking out dresses as much as i do, but -- stay tuned. because we're going to be taking theme suggestions, and then put things to a vote.

HAPPY JUNE, MERROCKITES! ☀️

[twilightmalachite]

Twin Peaks - factorization 7

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, Kaoru, Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: 310mc & feesh

"I don’t think there would be any difference between the two, actually! They both have the same nutritional value and such." "You sure do just say things, huh, Hiiro-kun."

Season: Autumn

Location: Shopping District

1 hour later, following the Twin Peaks rehearsal…

Kaoru: Hmmm. I did hear that 2wink was in a complication of sorts, but it seems like things have gotten crazier while I was looking away, huh?

Yuuta: C’mon, that’s because you always keep your eyes away from what really matters!

Hinata: I wanted you to only have eyes for me for eternity![1]

Kaoru: Huh, what? It’s my fault?

Hehe, I don’t really get it, but I’m glad the both of you seem to be relaxed enough for banter.

You were saying stuff about a “showdown between the twins”, so I had thought it’d be one of those fraught inter-unit divisions that Yumenosaki would have.

Hinata: An inter-unit division would just divide us into one and one person, though~, so to outsiders, it would basically look to be just siblings fighting.

Yuuta: Though, that’s also probably the reason why before the Setsubun Festival, our problems weren’t taken very seriously by the people around us.

Hinata: Being taken seriously sure is a double-edged sword, huh~. But to be fair, sibling arguments are usually considered a family matter.

Yuuta: And it’s common sense in this country to not meddle with that kind of business. It’s polite nonintervention.

Hiiro: Hmm. I’ve never heard of that before. I’m so glad to learn more and more things by speaking to you guys.

Yuuta: (whispering) The way Hiiro-kun just grows at an explosive speed like it’s nothing is a li’l scary, isn’t it?

Hinata: (whispering) It’s like a gigantic truck rushing in from behind you at top speed, right?!

Yuuta: (whispering) In all honesty though, I think that’s the exact same impression we should give to other people.

Hinata: (whispering) But nobody ever gets jealous or wary of us~. I guess it’s ‘cause we do our best to look that way, but I do feel like we aren’t taken seriously because of it.

Kaoru: …? Anyways, I don’t really know why I’m doing this, but lemme run over everything again.

Hinata: Awwh! That’s obviously ‘cause you’re surprisingly considerate, Hakaze-senpai~! ♪

Yuuta: Yes! That’s exa~ctly why I like him sooo much! I wonder if he got it from Sakuma-senpai’s eager-to-meddle nature~?

Kaoru: Right. So, to simply put, 2wink was invited to perform on the music program Volcano Island—so famous, even I know of it.

Hiiro: Huh, so that’s what its name is!

Kaoru:: You’re involved yet you don’t even know that much…?

Anyways, they’re only letting one person participate at this Volcano Island.

And so, you’re holding a contest to decide who from 2wink will perform in the program, correct?

Hinata: Spot on~! We can’t decide on our own since we just end up trying to give the spot to each other. So, we’re letting a third party make the call!

Yuuta: And besides, we’re idols, we should let our fans choose what they think is the best option, right?

And that’s why we’re having a live showdown, Yumenosaki-style! That’s our Twin Peaks!

Hinata: That’s right! I didn’t want to fight against Yuuta-kun, honestly, buuut…

Either way we’ll be doing a battle live, and let the audience decide who is better by voting with their light sticks.

Yuuta: It’s a music program, right~? So the one with the better singing—or rather, the better live performance should appear!

Hinata: Heheh, so tell us, whatcha think about our perfect plan?!

Kaoru: Right. I understand what you’re going for, but... y’see, there’s a couple holes in your approach.

Hinata: How can that be?!

Yuuta: Oh-ho! Then by all means, show me these holes you speak of…!

Kaoru: Well~ I dunno, you guys seem to be a bit too chill about this… Not that I’m saying things have to be as weighty as last winter, but…

While I do think that friendly and carefree vibes is one of 2wink’s best qualities…

Like, that’s your thing, right?

But with a situation like this, no matter how carefree you make it out to be, your fans will be taking it seriously.

Only one of the twins from 2wink will be entrusted with an important role—That’s a pretty cruel deal, no matter how you look at it.

It would be incredibly stressful to know that their vote could mean the difference between the twins’ fates, wouldn’t it?

Yuuta: Well, I do see where you’re coming from... Since we’re pushing important choices that we should be making onto other people.

Hinata: Something like this is no laughing matter, so for now we’re just saying it’s just some “playful showdown for fun” and nothing more.

Kaoru: If you do that, then it’ll hurt them even more when they find out the truth later.

Fans aren’t stupid, and unlike us who were brought up in Yumenosaki, they’re delicate and sensitive.

It’s like feeling horrible because you were only told that the food was poisoned after you ate it without much thought.. It’ll hurt 2wink’s reputation.

Yuuta: Hmm… That’s also true, I didn’t think about that.

Hinata: “Our” popularity would go down, even if we were able to perform on a famous music program, huh… We’d be mistaking means for ends, wouldn’t we.

Kaoru: And well, not to speak on behalf of the general public, but…

From the perspective of anyone who doesn’t know you two very well, you guys are more or less completely indistinguishable.

Even if you guys go onstage for a battle live, they won’t be able to tell who is who in the first place, so you won’t really be able to rely on the votes.

Yuuta: Y-You’re right! We miscalculated~!

Hinata: Our selling point as twins has bitten us back~!

Now that you mention it, when it comes to our song repertoire and dance choreo, our output would be almost the same. It’d be difficult for an amateur to choose which one of us is better just by watching, wouldn’t it~?

Yuuta: It’s like trying to figure out the male chick from the female chick, isn’t it[2]… It’s pretty tricky for ordinary people to distinguish other living things from one another.

Hiiro: I don’t think there would be any difference between the two, actually! They both have the same nutritional value and such.

Hinata: You sure do just say things, huh, Hiiro-kun.

…In the end, our results will be the same regardless of whether it’s Yuuta-kun or I who appears on the program, and I guess the program doesn’t care who participates, either, but…

Yuuta: We care.

That’s why we thought to compete against each other Yumenosaki-style, to find out who’s better—to decide which choice would be “correct”.

Hinata: I didn’t feel like the concept itself was bad, but it’s not really going well… I guess we just can’t do things well by the book either, huh…?

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Hinata likes to sometimes jokingly slip into a “needy girlfriend” persona to tease others with. It’s characterized by his switch to the “atai” pronoun, which is a shortened, “sluggish” version of the feminine pronoun “atashi”.

Male and female chicks are more or less indistinguishable and need a trained eye in order to tell them apart. So much that “Professional Chicken Sexers” are highly valued in the industry!