#LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG THE PATTERNS... THE CLAWS

[inklore]

Legit can’t think of anything other then Miguel catching you trying to get off then edging you for the entire fucking night.

torment

— miguel o'hara x wife!reader

word count: 813

warnings: eighteen+ content, i haven't seen the movie yet so that's a warning i guess, unprotected p in v, multiple o's, over stimulation, dirty talk, quick bj mention, miguel is a pleasure dom don't argue with me, amorcito means sweetheart.

note: i hope you don't mind i took this idea and changed it a bit lovey because while yet i would love this, the idea of him handing out orgasms like little torture candies for his own pleasure of watching and feeling you do it drives me freaking nuts omg. i need him.

When Miguel presses two fingers onto your clit, the obscene noises that are coming from where the two of you are connected—where the squelch of your mixed fluids are composing a symphony of desire, where you're coating Miguel's cock entirely, where your thighs are slick and sticky with your own wetness—only intensify. 

Your eyes rolling back, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and your eyelids drooping in that pitiful way that makes him smile when you turn to face him. 

Your current position has you perfectly spread for him as he spears you with his cock; in his lap, your back pressed to his chest, legs spread out on either side of his knees. 

When he walked through the door hours ago, your overjoyed smile and blissful conversation quickly turned into smirks and moans molded against his mouth. His fingers doing the talking—the steady pull of your clothes from your body, the grip on your hips as he pulled you down on top of him on the nearest surface. His claws come out for half a second, digging into your hip to tug your hips forward and back against his hardness. 

Letting you know his restraint was holding on by a thread. 

“Miss me?” His lips moved along your neck. Your nod answered with a, “gonna show me how much?” which led to you on your knees between his legs with his cock pressed against your tongue and that scowl on his brows morphing into something pleasurable and demanding—demanding of more, to fuck your throat until you forgot how to breathe properly if your lungs weren’t trying to expand around him. 

It hadn’t lasted nearly as long as you wished before he was easily pulling you from the floor and into his lap, maneuvering you into the position he wanted, his hand around your throat as he thrust up into you. Your nails digging into his arm at the tight stretch that burned through your lower half at his girth. 

And before you could even think to continue the count—before your brain hadn’t become mush from the hammering of his hips and dirty words—you had come three times. 

Or was it four?

Five?

It was hard to tell when Miguel gave you half a respite before his fingers were back on your clit and you were squirming in his lap, making his cock hit places inside of you that had you gasping for air and arching your back. 

The sensitivity that felt like pleasurable pinpricks to the muscles of your inner thighs—and your fucked swollen walls—made your body go rigid against him. “I've been thinking about this for days,” his mouth sucks at your shoulder. The brush of his teeth makes you whimper, and the nick of one of his fangs makes your back bow. “Fucking you for hours. Making you come until you’re too swollen and sensitive to take me.” 

His hips snap up in a hard thrust that has a sob pulling through your weak moans when it’s complemented with his fingers pinching your clit between them for half a second before he continues the same rhythmic pattern that has pulled so many orgasms from your pliant body—your overworked and overfucked body—for the last hour. 

“Miguel,” your lungs try to catch the breath that he’s taking from you. By his cock, his fingers, his mouth, and teeth on the pressure points of your upper half that, as always, make you putty in his fingers for him to mold and shape into the perfect little wife waiting for him back at home to use, and take apart with his cock whenever it pleased him to do so.

The words you’re looking to say, to hopefully stop the torture he’s delivering to your swollen clit, catch on a harsh moan at the back of your throat. Miguel chuckles softly against your shoulder blade before pulling his mouth from your skin. The fingers leaving indents against your hip move to your jaw to bring your gaze back to him. 

And all you can do is shake your head at the expectant arch of his brows. 

If you could curse him for looking so good right now, you would. His heavy breathing, mixed with the growls and grunts he's been doing in your ear each time you're about to come, "that's it, that's it, you're gripping my cock s'good, amorcito," and the indent of his fingers on your thighs and throat when he needs to pull you back from that pleasurable delirium that has your eyes glazing over, are the only indications that he is as much a needy mess as you right now.

That animistic need in him completely taking over.

Miguel brings your mouths together, his tongue laces your taste buds with the taste that’s so distinctively his. “Being away from you is torture. I want you to understand how that feels.”

[lumi-nescentt]

Max Verstappen seems like the type who would absolutely be jealous of his cats getting more attention than him, add in that his partner is allergic to cats, and she's still choosing to spend the few hours they have together when Max is home, cuddling with the cats instead of cuddling with Max.

There's just something sweet in my mind about a whining Max who's loosing to his cats, despite his girlfriend being all teared up and snotty because of her allergies, the cats are cute, and she has to cuddle them.

This is a mess of an ask, I apologise

Head On The Pillow, I Could Feel You Sneakin' In

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Max doesn't consider himself jealous. But he might start acting a little grumpy if he sees you choose his cats over him one more time.

A/N: Omg please don't apologise this was the cutest idea ever and after writing angsty stuff all week I was thrilled to have something sweet to think about :) I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe

Giving you a key to his apartment had seemed like the best idea for the two of you after dating for a few months. Max could tell you exactly when he was supposed to be back and he knew you’d be there waiting for him if you could. It was also good for when you missed him too much and wanted to either steal some of his clothes while he was gone or just stay at his place surrounded by so many things that screamed Max.

Normally, Max would have been over the moon to be with someone who was comfortable enough in his own home to spend time there with or without him but lately, Max seemed to notice a certain pattern. 

No matter when he called or texted, if you weren’t supposed to be working, you were always at his place. This first part wouldn’t have bothered him at all if it wasn’t for your cat allergies. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been but your eyes still got all red and puffy whenever you were around Jimmy and Sassy and you sneezed a lot. 

Max had tried to convince you countless times to stay away from them but you couldn’t resist them. They just had to be in the same room as you and you were already calling them over so Sassy could rest on your lap while Jimmy nuzzled against your side. If the cats realised you were allergic to them and tried to keep yourself from sneezing on them, they didn’t show it and gave you back as much love as they could. 

Part of Max was almost in awe to see you being this affectionate with his cats when they barely acknowledged him most of the time but he couldn’t help from wanting to be the one to receive all the attention. It had been fine during the summer break because you were spending all your time with him anyway but now that he was always gone, he really wanted to make the limited time he had with you count. 

As soon as the Qatar Grand Prix was over, all he wanted was to lay down with you in bed and not move for a few hours. He was exhausted, sweating all over and honestly driving in those conditions had been a nightmare. He really needed to complain about it, just to let it out, but with the media all around he wasn’t sure if his PR team would appreciate it so he kept his mouth shut, waiting to be all cuddled up in your arms to vent as you ran your hands through his hair like you usually did. 

When he landed in Nice a few hours later, Max had never been happier to have his own jet. All he could think about now was going back home to you, and his cats, but mostly you. He knew you’d be here because you told him so but he didn’t expect you to be in bed already, or to still be cuddling the cats instead of him when he lied down next to you.

-“ Schatje ?” he asked, only getting a sleepy groan as an answer “ Can you make them move please ? Jimmy’s claws are scratching my back and Sassy’s using half of my pillow…”

-“ They’re asleep Max, I don’t want to wake them but I can scoot away a bit and bring Jimmy with me a little if you want.” you answered with your eyes closed, your face resting against Sassy’s head while her back was on Max’ pillow

-“ I don’t want you to move away. I want him to move away and you to move closer.” he grumbled 

-“ I can’t do that without waking them up. I'm sorry baby, I promise we can cuddle all you want tomorrow. Is that okay with you ?” 

-“ Yeah I guess, good night schatje.” Max gave in, stretching over the cats to place a quick kiss on your cheek before settling down as best as he could against Sassy

When Max woke up the next day to a pillow all for himself, he wanted to make the most of this chance so he turned around, ready to drag your body closer to his but just like both cats had left him, you were no longer lying next to him. Groaning ever so slightly, Max got out of bed and started looking for where you had decided to go at 8am when he knew you had the day off. 

He quickly found you on the sofa with the cats laying all over you while you were clinging onto the box of tissues for dear life, trying not to sneeze and wake them up. 

-“ I didn’t think you’d wake up this soon Max, did I wake you ?” 

-“ No, I just missed you so I decided to get up.”

-“ I missed you too, baby.” you smiled at him warmly

-“ Did you really ?” 

-“ Yeah of course I did, we haven’t seen each other in 2 weeks. That’s a long time.” 

-“ It doesn’t quite seem like it…” Max complained with a pout

-“ What do you mean ?” you asked, confused as to why your boyfriend would be upset

-“ Since I came back all you did was cuddle with the cats and when I woke up and wanted to do the same like you promised, you were already gone...” 

-“ I’m sorry, they were hungry and I didn’t want their meowing to wake you up so we went to the kitchen and then I sat down for a second and Jimmy fell asleep on me so I couldn’t go back to you.”

-“ Just put him down on the sofa, he won’t even realise that you’re gone.” 

-“ Yes he will ! And then he’s going to think I don’t love him anymore and I don’t want him to think that.” 

-“ He’s a cat y/n.” 

-“ So ?”

-“ He’s not going to care that much as long as you keep feeding and petting him the rest of the time. However, your boyfriend who just came back from a very tiring race and wanted to be close to you might think you don’t want him anymore if you keep choosing his cats over him.” Max mumbled, crossing his arms as he eyed the two cats stealing your attention

-“ You don’t have to be jealous, okay ? There’s still room for you next to me, you know ?” you chuckled, patting the spot next to you

Max was going to sit down next to you when Sassy appeared from nowhere and jumped on the couch next to you, laying down where Max was planning on sitting. That was the final straw for your boyfriend and before you could realise what was happening, Max was taking Jimmy in his arms and putting him on the sofa before picking you up as you helplessly laughed and asked him to put you down. 

Max made his way to your bedroom, closing the door behind him before the cats could follow. Once he was sure it was only the two of you, he put you down with a satisfied huff.

-“ Are you satisfied now ?” you asked him with a grin

-“ Almost.” he said before handing you a tissue and heading towards the joint bathroom “ Here, take your allergy treatment then go shower because your eyes are all red and your arm is too. Once you’re done, I’ll be waiting on that promise you made and without the cats anywhere near you.” 

-“ But–”

-“ No ‘but’ schatje, I know you love them but I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re allergic to them to get your full attention and to get you to put some distance between you.”

-“ They’re so cute, how am I supposed to not cuddle them when I need cuddles ?” 

-“ You have a boyfriend who’s perfectly able to do that too but since you seem to have forgotten, I’ve decided not to do anything all morning except reminding you that I’m way better than my own cats at this.” Max huffed, looking determined

When you came back from your shower, Max was waiting on a freshly made bed with two cups of coffee and a few pastries he had gone to pick up at the bakery downstairs. You sat on the bed for a while, eating your breakfast in front of a TV show you had just started together but as soon as you were done eating, Max was pulling you under the blanket and resting his head on your chest, tightening his arms around your waist.

-“ Isn’t this better than two fur balls that make your eyes itchy and your nose runny ?” Max asked, with his face buried against you

-“ It’s very nice, I have to admit.”

-“ I know but is it better than them ?” he insisted

-“ You’re really jealous, huh ?”

-“ Answer the question y/n.”

-“ Yes, this is way better Max.” 

-“ Good, I would have hated to have to sell my babies because they were stealing you away from me.” 

-“ You wouldn’t.” you exclaimed with a laugh

-“ I might if they keep you from me. I love them but I know I love you more, that’s for sure.” 

-“ You’re an idiot, I swear.” 

-“ I know, but I’m your idiot.” 

-“ That you are, now shush I want to watch this.” 

-“ Only if you promise me that I will come before the cats, always.” 

-“ Max.”

-“y/n.” he deadpanned, still waiting for you to comply

-“ I promise you come before the cats. You’re my favourite person, of course you come first.” 

-“ I love you.” Max smiled, placing a kiss on your stomach where he was now laying before adding “ Now shush, I actually want to watch this too.” 

-“ You’re insufferable.” you laughed, ruffling his hair slightly “I love you too dummy.”

[werecreature-addicted]

I feel like there’s too much NSFW here, is there a way we could just have some werewolf fluff? I think it’s time to even all the NSFW out with some fluff Y’know.

You know how wolves dig burrows and stuff? imagine a scenario where you intimidating 10ft werewolf boyfriend dug a burrow and built you a “nest” and it has tufts of his for and soft feathers and stuff, and once he’s done he picks you up and puts you in his nice warm “nest” and cuddles with you for the next 7 hours. Plus he’s just *so* warm and his fur is so thick, fluffy and soft that you just *cant* pull away from it.

// and while you’re cuddling he just keeps licking your face and his tail is wagging 100 miles an hour and stuff like omg that’s so cute but you don’t need to add that if you don’t want to 🥺// —

(( the trope of scary monster boyfriend that’s actually a sweetheart just gets to me man 😭 ))

I'm sorry there's too much monster porn on the monster porn blog but anyways fluff-

"did you do this?" you ask looking at the little oasis in the woods. It's a little den, a small bed of furs tucked under a rocky overhang, protecting you from the elements.

"Do you like it?" he asks shyly. sitting down in the "nest" waiting for you to come cuddle with him.

"love it," you tell him. You lay down with him. It is surprisingly comfortable cuddling on the forest floor. Your head on his chest, his body curling protectively around yours. You feel the soft thud of his tail hitting the bed as it wags happily. He really is easy to please all you have to do is stay close and scratch behind his ears while you snuggle.

The night is cold, but his body and the animal skins keep you warm.

"Thank you for doing this," you whisper, not wanting to break the peaceful moment

"We can do it again- anytime you want," he offers, already planning how to do this again, build a better nest.

"If you keep being so sweet to me, word is going to get around that you're soft," you tease.

"I'm scary, no one is going to think I'm soft," he grumbles and pulls you closer. his big clawed fingers tracing patterns on your back. You smile to yourself.

"my bad how could I forget. You're soooo scary," you say then laugh a little. He pauses

"wait no- I'm not scary I don't want you to be afraid of me," he says and you have to bite back another laugh. He really is too cute when he gets like this.

"I'm not scared of you, I know you'd never hurt me," you assure him. which is true. Even with razor-sharp teeth and claws to match. You really aren't afraid of him. "not when you're so sweet to me."

[stardewsnail]

OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING. Can you please write abt Emily, Haley, and Leah (you don’t have to do them all!!) individually falling in love w a fem farmer? No rush!! :)

Thank youuuu !

Here’s 2/3 with Haley and Leah enjoy some fluff ^.^ (I tweaked some heart events)

Leah

Leah feels possessed. She’s been hacking at this piece of wood for hours and now her arms are shaking, but she’s almost done–she’s almost uncovered the art hiding inside. The smoothness of the grain and curve of each careful carving are hypnotic. Her face has been hot the whole time–as an artist she tries to be as in tune with her emotions as possible, but each time she imagines the farmer’s eyes she feels like she’ll explode. It’s ridiculous, at her age, to be so flustered by a silly crush-

She froze mid strike. A crush? She huffed, finally letting herself drop to sit amongst the shavings on the floor. Sweat stung her eyes and she wiped it away with more force than necessary, wholly focused on the way her heart hung in her throat. This wasn’t just a crush. This was deeper. She looked up at her sculpture, eyeing the interlocking pattern and realizing that from this angle it might look like a heart.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, at least she knew where this piece belonged.

Haley

The farmer squeezed her shoulder, “I’m so sorry Haley.” Haley leaned against her, trying not to cry. Guilt clawed up her throat.

“It was my great grandma’s.” She looked up, trying to keep the embarrassing flood of tears at bay. She’d come to the beach before dawn to photograph the sunrise over the waves—she’d been there hours when she’d noticed the missing jewelry. Now only a couple hours of sunlight remained and she was forced to reckon with reality: the heirloom might be gone forever.

“I’m sorry, it’s terrible but try not to beat yourself up over it too much,” the farmer’s eyes were kind. Haley didn’t think she’d ever met another person who was so earnest in everything they did. Their words carried a reassuring warmth that managed to assuage some of the grief. She missed Nana—that bracelet had felt almost like holding her hand.

She sniffled, “I know you’re right…” she trailed off, wiping her face, “Thanks,” she gave the other girl a watery smile, “I’m glad you ended up here.”

The farmer’s grin was almost goofy, “Thanks Haley, I’m glad you think so.”

“I think I’m going to go home and get something to eat,” she sighed, “I’ll see you around.”

“Take care of yourself,” the farmer urged, hands tucked into her pockets. As Haley was about to cross the bridge she paused, looking back. The farmer was pulling her hair back, looking out to the sea. She should have invited her back to the house, Haley thought in retrospect. The thought had her stomach suddenly twisting with butterflies and she froze, hand on her front door, heat creeping up her face.

“C’mon Hals,” she chided herself immediately, entering and closing the door with more force than necessary. It was time for a long bubble bath—or maybe a bath bomb. She could rent that movie she’d been wanting to see for ages with the vampires. Emily was at work for the night, she’d have the house to herself.

—

The next morning, Haley was determined to start the day right. After a quick breakfast she headed out to the beach, camera in hand. To add insult to injury, she hadn’t even managed to get the shot she wanted. But coming out to the sand she stopped short. The farmer was there, sitting in the sand staring out into the surf. Haley frowned, noticing she was wearing the same clothes as the day before, though she’d rolled her overalls up and discarded her shoes in a heap. As Haley approached, her head bobbed as if she was falling asleep.

The farmer jumped, looking over her shoulder. Her sleepy eyes lit up.

“Haley!” she exclaimed, only to yawn before she could continue, “I found it!” She waved something shiny and Haley broke into a run, dropping gracelessly to her knees next to her.

“Oh my god!” She squealed, taking her Nana’s bracelet in both hands, “You found it!” She threw her arms around the farmer, “Thank you!”

“Don’t worry about it,” the Farmer laughed, clumsily returning the embrace, one arm thrown back to keep them both from tumbling into the sand. Haley righted herself, and without having to ask the farmer held out her hand. She passed back the bracelet and extended her hand. The farmer carefully clasped the heirloom around Haley’s wrist with surprising care. She felt like she was going to cry.

“Did you stay out here all night?” she asked.

The farmer shrugged, settling back to her previous position looking out at the sea, “I might have,” she admitted, cheeks flushing red. Haley’s heart thundered in her chest, and she scooted closer, looping her arm through the farmer’s and resting against her side.

“Thank you.”

The farmer’s head rested against her own, and it was only a second before Haley realized she had fallen asleep. They could talk later—after she had some rest. Haley was going to need to start hinting to Pierre that it was time to bring the bouquets back in stock. The farmer was going to need one soon.

[writerblue275]

My favorite LoL skin (with photos) for each Heartsteel member (excluding their Heartsteel/Prestige Heartsteel and Base skins)

So I absolutely adore the Heartsteel skin line, and for Aphelios, Kayn, and Yone, their Heartsteel skins are arguably my favorite skins of theirs (especially Yone’s Prestige Heartsteel skin). HOWEVER. I want to talk about some other amazing skins too. Three of the ones I’ll mention come from the same skin line, but listen, it’s a beautiful line. Also note: These are based on the splash art. I know some of the aesthetics change when translated to a player model. Ok let’s GOOOOO!

Aphelios: Spirit Blossom Aphelios

I love the COLORS of this skin. I love Spirit Blossom Aphelios’ hair design (like damn Phel go off with the man bun/small pony I see you), outfit/accessories, the markings on his face, and how his horns are opposite to Alune’s. (Also can we discuss how Alune also looks so pretty here like omg. I’m so glad they made sure she fit into this as well.) But Aphelios just looks softer than some of his other skins and it’s an interesting vibe from him. I dig it!

Ezreal: Faerie Court Ezreal & Prestige Heavenscale Ezreal.

(Listen I genuinely can’t fucking pick between them so he gets two.)

THE OUTFIT (with all its wing motifs). THE WINGS. THE PINK HAIR. HIS expression!! I love the redesign of his gauntlet as well. Another thing that I really enjoy is how they managed to keep his face markings and make them unique. His face markings are a trademark element of Ezreal’s base skin so I’m glad they kept those here. AHHHHH HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD. This is just such a fun reimagine for his character.

This might be one of his two newest skins but holy fuck it’s already one of my favs. His HAIR. MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD?? His pose and expression exude so much power and confidence. His gauntlet with the draconic claw and his horns is just so fun. Also that OUTFIT? His outfit genuinely looks amazing. The color combo of light blue, maroon, and gold is just EXCELLENT. Again, they also kept face markings of some kind, even if they moved from his cheeks to his forehead.

Kayn: Snow Moon Kayn

Kayn’s skins are always fun because you really get 3-in-1 with Kayn, his shadow assassin form, and Rhaast. I love a good black and red (with gold accents) theme and the Loki-esque horns, as well as the addition of the furs on his basic Kayn form are really cool. And the shaddow assassin’s hair. My goodness I do love a man with long white hair 😂 (this will appear again later). I love the color contrast between the shadow assassin and Rhaast designs as well. Also Rhaast looks badass. Terrifying, but still badass.

K’Sante: Prestige Empyrean K’Sante

This skin is so fucking cool. We get to see his face here unlike the original Empyrean K’Sante skin. I love the color scheme with the purple, gold, white, and pink as well as the designs on the clothes/his weapons. The little pink on his face also adds a really small but eye-catching detail that I very much enjoy. Also Lil Nas X helped design this skin and I think that’s so fucking cool.

Sett: Spirit Blossom Sett

Ok listen yes a bit of the reasoning for all these is that the characters themselves look fine as fuck. But holy shit look at Sett here. LOVE his long white hair (hehe what did I say it’s a pattern) with his ears here. That outfit and the accessories are stunning. And again the color palette for the spirit blossom line is just so pretty. Sett just looks so in charge and powerful here. He really is the boss. (Also shoutout to the [I believe] first instance of canon SettPhel which happened in the lore/voice interactions for this line.)

Yone: Spirit Blossom Yone

Look at him. LOOK AT YONE. There is something about Yone with longer white hair that is just so…right, even if it’s tied back or braided. All the beautiful shades of purple in his outfit too! I love. I also like how, besides the horns and his hands/arms, he seems almost human and he’s not stuck to his mask like in his base skin (though I do love his base skin). He also just gives off really pleasant vibes in this. I cannot explain it lmao.

These are my thoughts! These are just my opinions, and frankly so many of these champions have so many amazing skins. I’d love to hear your favorites if you have opinions!

[yell0wsalt]

4 (Irosami)

9 (Ryuvira)

14 (Linzin)

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? (Irosami)

OMG these two!!!  They kill me with this. They’re equally protective of each other in one way or another. 

Iroh has the tendency to shoulder burdens on his own and has little self preservation. 

Asami loves him, she really does, but man does it frustrate her when he does that. She is someone who does well in keeping Iroh grounded. And when he does too much of this to himself, she’s there to shake him by the shoulders and tell him, “Please don’t keep running yourself into the ground like this! I’m here for you.”

Asami, on the other hand, is equally bold and takes a lot of chances in the situations she finds herself in.

Do they put her in danger on occasion? Yeah. But she says she has a job to do, so…

From an outside perspective, Iroh will worry for her and tends to be more explicit about his concern in acting protective. While he knows she can handle herself and that she is capable… he can’t help it.

The question of who needs to be protected? They would equally argue that the other does. It works out then that they’ve got each other’s back. They work so well for that.

9. What are their thoughts on having children? (Ryuvira)

Absolutely not.

Kuvira believes that given her rough childhood with her bio family and then feeling like an outsider with the Beifongs, she would not be a good role model of a parent. It’s a frightening and foreign concept to her. She also wouldn’t want to bring a child into her world with her own history. “Redeemed” or no, it would cause a lot of problems for the kid.

Kids make Ryu feel uncomfortable. While over the years in his line of work and trainings, he’s gotten better on how to handle kids, he is perfectly happy with the concept of returning them to their parents at the end of the day

The only child they’re okay with is their fox cat fur child Claw-ssus

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash? (Linzin)

In the ways that their personalities compliment one another, they also clash, and I find that fascinating about them. 

Lin is typically the more explicitly stubborn, focused, and grounded of the two. She tends to stay dialed in on her goals and outside of that, caring for the ones she loves.

Tenzin is not so much stubborn, but rather serious when it comes to his goals and what he wants out of life. Can that be displayed as stubbornness? Yeah, depending on the occasion and circumstance.

When it comes to Lin, he’s persistent in wanting to have her in his life. Lin is stubborn in closing herself off when her head is speaking louder than her heart. 

Like, shut up and let him in, he’s trying!

This also tends to be a pattern when it comes to any conflicts they have in their relationship. It’s not always Lin digging her heels in, though. Very situational dependent since they each have their own life goals, passions, and interests.

They drive each other to do better in what they want out of life and by the end of the day, they are able to return to each other and still “get” each other. Let their guards down and accept one another. 

Speaking on the serious sides of their personalities, Lin’s may be more dominant while Tenzin is more of a free-spirit with a sense of humor that he tries to keep in check on occasion. While Tenzin feels as though he is supposed to be a more serious leader and set a good example, Lin loves to see the more lighthearted side of him as it brings levity in her life. She also appreciates the breaking down of his more serious demeanor in front of her.

OTP asks

[gemini-sensei]

Ephyra and Fry should have crushes on the binary brothers!

There are so many parallels!

Ephyra and Fry were bullied for similar reason as Eli and Demetri

Also there is something interesting about Ephyra being an outcast because she’s dangerous(jellyfish) and Eli becoming more dangerous because he was an outcast (anger issues and karate)

Ooh I love that dynamic.

When they're young, the little ephyra thinks Eli is so cute. She's too scared to get close to him because she doesn't want to accidentally sting him. So she keeps her distance.

As they get older, Eli grows more dangerous and adventurous. He gets sharp fangs and claw-like nails, which gets him a bit of an edge. And jellyfish mermaid!Reader falls for him even more as he swims through the water so proud. She hides just to watch him wrestle with other mermen and move big debris after huge storms.

Omg imagine Reader is getting hassled by big mean merman!Kyler and his goons. They've taken her bag and are throwing it between them like it's a ball. They're too fast and she can't catch it. As she's swimming around them, they're messing with her frilly tentacles, batting at them with their claws and slashing at her. It puts her out of balance, messing with her swim pattern and dangerously close to cutting up her pretty, frilly tentacles.

Hawk sees them and she's so disoriented. Kyler slashes one of her frills and she cries out. She comes to a complete stop and starts to pull herself in, cowering to them and it's obvious she's hurt.

In seconds, Hawk is swimming over and shoving Kyler away from her. He puts himself between him and Reader, angry and baring his fangs at the bully. "What is wrong with you?!"

It should be obvious that their claws could hurt her. So what if she can hurt them by stinging them with her tentacles? Her tentacles and exumbrella are still soft and delicate! 😡😡 they should know better

And Hawk is not backing down. He's ready to throw them around and show them just how much his claws hurt.

Meanwhile, octopus mermaid!Reader and Demetri are on the side. Demetri darts in and takes Jellyfish!Reader out of the middle of the tension that's about to snap. Octo!Reader tends to her bestie and consoles her. Demetri helps, making a makeshift bandage for her injured tentacle. As they work together to help the sweet Jellyfish!Reader, they keep stealing glances at each other but they're not really saying anything. It's cute.

[arionawrites]

currently reading the first story i ever finished that i haven’t really looked at in literal years and omg

for a bit of context: i wrote a story based on the idea of peter pan being an angel of death and checking in on his future lost boys throughout their childhoods until the day they eventually die and join him in neverland. the entire story (only like 6.8k words) is from peter pan’s perspective while he checks in periodically on his soon-to-be lost boy, a trans diabetic kid named stephan who develops pancreatic cancer and dies at the end. (this was 100% me venting my anxieties of being diabetic and potentially developing pancreatic cancer as, at the time of me taking this class, i had been diagnosed as diabetic less than a year prior.)

here’s a few lines from it that while reading i kept being like “my 15 year old self wrote this???? DAMN”

He was used to the feeling. Actually, no—he was familiar with the feeling. There was no way he could ever get use to the pressure in his chest or the way his hands shook uncontrollably. It was merely something he had experienced before, with the lost boys he dealt with in the past.

It was a feeling of urgency, the need to help with something he wasn’t aware of clawing at his throat until he was dizzy with anxiety and stumbling wherever his feet took him.

-

After a moment of silence, he decided to ask, “Did you have a nightmarw?”

“Yes,” Stephan whispered. They were staring at the pattern on their blanket, fresh tears still falling from their eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

It didn’t look as if they would respond anytime soon, so Peter made his way to the rocking chair placed in the corner of the room and sat, patiently waiting for an answer.

“It was just sad,” Stephan eventually said. There was no telling how much time had passed (though it didn’t feel like a lot), but Peter didn’t mind. “I was at a beach with my mom and my dad. We got in the water to go swimming, but we went too far and they went underwater and didn’t come back up.” They shrugged, as if trying to dismiss the fact that they were upset. “I was just trying not to go underwater for the rest of it. I guess it was a little scary ‘cause of that.”

Peter nodded. “Are you afraid of swimming?”

Stephan quickly shook their head. “No, I love to swim!” They then shrugged again, only now it was clearly out of confusion: “I don’t know… I was just scared of not coming back up like they did.”

“I understand.”

Stephan sighed, letting their body fall against the pillow. Neither of them tried to talk—Peter’s presence was enough to make Stephan feel at ease. It was only a matter of time before the child fell asleep once more.

-

After that, the visits became a little different. Stephan stopped letting Peter in, instead glancing up at him and acting like they hadn’t noticed his presence. He wasn’t sure what had changed for a while before it clicked—Stephan had reached the phase of disbelief.

This phase was very common with the lost boys. It was that period of time (usually starting around the age of ten or eleven and only ever ending when Peter brought them to Neverland) where the child came to the conclusion that Peter was only an imaginary friend that they would never see again. It was quite difficult not being able to say hello anymore, but he knew he had to keep visiting them.

He knew what age they needed to be before he could take them with him, but sometimes things happened that ended with him having to lead them to Neverland earlier than planned. Those circumstances were never very pleasant, but Peter couldn’t prevent them from happening. All he could do was as try to make it easier for the child who had just suffered a great deal of trauma.

Knowing that the phase of disbelief had begun with Stephan made Peter’s chest ache. He couldn’t help anymore, not until it was time for Stephan to leave. All he could do was watch, wait, and hope for the best.

-

Peter’s pain came from watching the hurt in Stephan’s eyes grow stronger as the teenager grew weaker. He counted down the days until Stephan’s sixteenth birthday, afraid of the inevitable day of departure that he couldn’t determine the exact date of. He didn’t want Stephan to die—he didn’t want any of his lost boys to die, but it was what it was and at least he knew that they would all have fun in Neverland after the traumatic experience. The during was hard, but the after was better and that was what made it okay in the end.

That didn’t make Peter’s heart ache any less, though, as he visited twice a week and noticed every way that Stephan’s condition got worse. He never left his room unless he had to, always wallowing in self-pity and despair under the warmth of his duvet. Peter was once again left with the struggle of wanting to help but knowing he couldn’t.

-

“Is that me?” A voice said, sounding small and afraid. Peter sighed softly, ignoring the ache in his chest and nodding in response. He didn’t bother looking at the person for a few seconds since he knew who it was, and instead let his eyes stay closed until he knew he wouldn’t cry. By the time he looked to his right, to the owner of the voice, Stephan was already in tears. “No… No, that can’t be me. If that’s me, then I’m—”

Peter nodded again, lips tugging down into a frown as he stood. “I know. I’m sorry, Stephan.”

Stephan shook his head, jaw dropping in shock. “But… I’m not dead. Not yet. I can’t be, not so soon. I just…” He trailed off, still moving his head from side to side in denial. “I just turned sixteen. I can’t die now!” He buried his head into his hands, wailing into his palms as sobs wracked his whole body. Peter watched, a lump forming in his throat as he held back his own cries. A few tears slipped down his cheeks, but he quickly wiped them away and acted as if they never existed. He was Peter Pan, after all—the collector of lost boys, the one who stayed strong and took childrwn to a happy place after their deaths. It wasn’t his place to cry.

That didn’t change the fact that he cried for every lost boy he had.

Eventually, Stephan’s loud cries lessened into sniffles, hiccups and a wavering voice. “What now, then? What happens now?”

Peter smiled slightly, sadly, knowing that the hardest part of the struggle had been dealt with. He placed a hand on Stephan’s shoulder and replied, “Now?” He les them both toward the window and nodded up at the stars shining brightly in the sky. “Now everything will be okay. You’re a lost boy, just like you said you wanted to be.”

it’s like. it’s not amazing or anything—with my current writing style, it would have been a lot longer, a lot more in depth and detailed with more scenes to explore both this idea of Peter Pan as well as the like process of him knowing who his next lost boy is etc etc

but i was 15 and before this i had never had a story that i fully wrote from start to finish. i always left them half done and forgotten. and for 15, this really isn’t bad, either. and it’s really interesting how i can see certain aspects of my writing style that i’ve carried with me since i was 15, as well as the differences.

idk i just. i haven’t read this in a really long time and i’m feeling very proud of it right now lmao.

[gorillawithautism]

i am too scared to send pictures so! here is emoji representations of them! i hope it can still bring you joy to imagine them:

🐈 (this is Firefly. she is a very fat calico cat, she enjoys using me as a cushion but she is very heavy so i cannot breathe when she does this. she started life out as a flea-covered kitten living in the street but now she ways one million pounds and eats beef jerky with me, an epic transformation for sure! she has very pretty green eyes.)

🐈‍⬛ (this is Grace. she is a solid grey cat and very greasy for some reason. she is a little evil and likes to bite toes. she is the oldest and hangs out with me a lot. she also lets me "fly" her around like super-man which always looks very funny. she puts her gross paws in the water dish and splashes it everywhere which is very rude but when i tell her to stop she just looks at me funny! she also does not like forehead kisses so i hug her to tell her i love her instead.)

🐈‍⬛(this is Saul, otherwise known as Saulito or "The Baby". she is grace's only surviving kitten and her fur pattern makes her look like an old man with a patchy beard. she is very soft because the other two give her baths a lot- she does not know how to do a lot of things but that is okay because she has good friends to take care of her and hang out with her! she is very good at tag. she also does not listen to me when i ask her not to step on my keyboard... very rude.)

🐕(this is Boba, he is a cream-colored chihuahua-pug with very long legs and he thinks he has hands but does not realize they are actually paws with sharp claws on the end of them. ouch! he is fun to chill with but very smelly. he is kind of like a kangaroo with how high he can jump and how much he likes to kick/punch people when he plays. do NOT wear loose/long sleeved shirts around him or he will GET you!)

they all sound so silly omg

creatures of all time

[mickmundy]

Alrighty, so I was looking at your mermaid bushmed stuff, and it's all super fun. But I noticed there's a lot of focus on mer medic and human sniper, I think I saw only one post mentioning the reverse? I was wondering if you had any ideas for mer snipes and human medic? It mentioned mer sniper being caught and given to medic for research, and i think that's got some interesting possibilities. Especially if medic ever decided to free sniper, which could probably get him fired/in huge trouble/maybe in danger(?) if he was caught doing it? (I also like the idea of kinda feral shark mer sniper, and the probably extra sharp teeth he would have, ngl.) Idk, I just have mermaid bushmed brainrot and enjoy seeing aus getting flipped.

HIII MY FRIEND OMG OKAY IM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I WANTED TO THINK ABOUT IT EHEE BUT yes i do actually! i talked about it briefly on this post here (as in like.. 2 sentences KSDFKS)! so i'll elaborate on it a bit more! ^v^

i think it would be fun for sniper to have gotten caught by mann co somehow and given to medic to do Whatever with (with medic being his "Canonical" organ-harvesting, animal-loving self!) and gazing upon sniper and Of Course being EXTREMELY ELATED that hoo! a merperson!! i personally think sniper's fish-half would be a spotted wobbegong as i said in that post too!! ^u^

tbh the Main reason i didn't go with a mersniper in this one is because i actually have a "were-crocodile" sniper/human researcher medic au that i ALSO want to write a little something for, and i try to keep it balanced as far as who gets the "Beastie Treatment" so that both of them have some time in each role! ^v^ i think medic and sniper are both characters who would Love being supernatural/mythical creatures so it offers a lot of fun dynamics!

either way, i think a researcher medic/Creature Sniper is VERY fun... i love that idea a LOT!! ^v^ you actually make me want to elaborate more on my werecroc au..! heuhueue!! i think researcher medic is definitely compelling and the dynamic of master/experiment Definitely suits bushmed since it reminds me so much of their "canonical" dynamic!!! HEHEE!!

for my mer au though, sniper WILL be able to Become a merperson himself with the help of Convenient Mermagic! hoo! and yes.. he would Absolutely have sharp teeth.,. huhuh.,. >u< i think medic does too! sharp teeth and claws, with patches of their "fish patterns" on their human skin up their body, too! they'd of course keep their human body hair and fat on their human halves as well ^v^!!

AND YESSSS I HAVE THE BRAINROT TOO I FEAR.,., i've been working on fleshing out the story and i'm planning on writing it either alongside or after i write my vampire au!! ^v^ EHEHHE!!! i'm always happy to have asks about them though because it's fun for me to flesh them out this way, so thank you SO much for messaging me my friend!! i hope you have an amazing weekend!! <3333

[teamyellremade]

i loveee druid spells, primal savagery is a good one. its always fun both in game and also when incorporated into larger narratives, especially when its framed by the narrative of the druid finally losing their cool. Designing poppy was really fun, I'm glad you noticed the ceramic pattern detailing- it's one of my favourites about poppy.

OOHH i love that, i personally just love the aesthetic and image of growing claws and sharp teeth (bonus if it's combined with barkskin!)

and i love them so much omg........the ceramic detailing is such a good accent, very thematically appropriate and also SUPER cute!!

[bump1nthen1ght]

At the End of the Day

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader/Non-Binary Tentacle Monster (It/It’s pronouns used)

Genre: Fluff, First Times, Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Content up ahead (18+ only!), Tentacles, Slight mention of Aphrodisiacs

Word Count: 2904 Words

Summary: After an exhausting day at work, you find some unexpected comfort from under your bed

Request :Omg I love your Forest Fun fic💕 Could I req a NSFW with a tentacle monster, monster under your bed? I was thinking of a lonely reader, meeting their under the bed mate one night where they were hang their hand off the bed, hoping for a monster to hold it and love them, AND IT DOES! Tysm I love your writing!!!

You officially concluded it was a bad day when you collapsed on your bed at 12 AM, too tired to sleep and too dehydrated to cry your feelings out.

You had been on your feet for nine hours, been screamed at for three, and had barely had time to heat up a cup of ramen noodles before almost passing out from exhaustion. Not even the comfort of a screen could help, having forgotten to record the newest episode of your favorite show and having left your phone charger at home all day.

All in all, you 're having a bad time.

You sluggishly pull up your blankets, only in your underwear because putting on pajamas was too much work, and are left to look at your ceiling.

The bed is cold, not yet warmed by your body heat, and the sheets feel a little itchy. You groan, wondering if one thing, one thing, could go right today.

It’d be nice if you had someone to cuddle. Maybe a pillow would suffice, but it’s the thought of someone’s soft touch, playing with your hair, the sound of their heartbeat against your ear. Someone to massage out the stress from your back and shoulders, and remind you that everything would be alright; Whispering promises of a better tomorrow.

But that doesn’t just happen overnight.

You throw your hands over your face, groaning into your palms as you beg your mind to just let you sleep. Dragging your fingers down your cheeks, you let out a pitiful whine before you flip over to your stomach and try to find comfort that way.

You stuff your face into your pillow, one hand dangling off the side of your bed, fingers just barely brushing the carpet. You trace patterns into the fabric, wondering how nice it would feel to be wrapped in something that warm and cozy. Something big enough to envelope you whole, pinning you to the bed. Something with nice warm hands to fill yours, that will pet the back of knuckles and kiss them goodnight. Something that would travel up your wrist, hot and sensual, leaving a trail of warm ooze that-

Wait.

What the fuck.

Your hand jerks upwards, the liquid now running down your forearm glistening. You pull your face out your pillow and throw yourself to the other side of the bed, eyes racing back and forth across your room.

It’s the same as before, only moon light shining through your window and the low hum of your fan accompanying it. You take another look at your hand, streaks of slime dribbling down the sides. It’s warm, the consistency of aloe vera, and sort of smells like...vanilla?

With your heart pounding, you slowly inch over to the side of your bed, not daring to look too far over, too afraid of what you might see.

You fly backwards when the tip of something black and shiny comes up and over your sheets, tentatively tapping the side. It looks like it’s feeling around for something.

Was it looking for you?

You freeze as the tentacle reaches farther and farther up the sheets, thrashing around as you avoid it’s touch, until another one joins it in the search. You don’t move an inch, fearing any shifting of the blankets would alert the creature to your presence.

The tentacles reach about half-way across the bed, almost brushing against your toes, when they freeze. You hold a breath and watch them slowly slink back underneath, wondering if now is the time to lose your shit.

A pair of eyes-wait, no, two pairs of eyes peer up from the side, glowing yellow in the dark. Their pupils expand as they take in the darkness, darting around until they see you, curled up against the corner of your headboard.

There’s a soft churring noise, like the startup of a vacuum or the sound of birds singing. A tiny tentacle comes up, sheepishly tapping the sheets as the creature stares at you.

“....Alright?” It murmurs. It’s voice is scratchy, like it’s trying to make sounds it never has before.

“What?” Your mouth, barely making a whisper. The tentacle points to your hand, still covered in ooze.

“Smelled...sad.” The creature sniffs, slightly raising it’s head so you can see the bottom half of its face. It resembled that of a human, but the mouth extended all the way back to it’s jaw, hinged like a snake. You can see several rows of sharp teeth and the purplish tongue that comes out and wets it’s...lips? “Thought….I could help.” The tentacle draws a circle into your bed covers, the creature's eyes darting away as it’s skin flushes an even darker black; Indigos and deep violets highlight the contours of it’s face. “Don’t like it...when you are sad….”

You think you’ve lost your chance to have a breakdown, your mind already switching to numb out the wave of realizations you are going through right now. All you can focus on are the bashful look on the creature's face, the way it’s tentacles nervously tuts back and forth, and how warm your hand felt in its embrace. How nice it felt.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You mutter, finally able to make proper words. “I appreciate it.” You unconsciously rub your thumb over the palm of your slick hand, noting how hot it still is, how it relaxes your muzzles like a warm bath.

The creature just nods, resting it’s chin on the bed.

“Feeling...better?”

You shrug. “Uh...a little bit. A good hand-hold is always nice.”

At that, the creature perks up, and you can see some more tentacles come up the bedside. They beckon you to come closer, massaging the mattress and somehow leaving no trails of their slime. The creature swallows, rubbing the back of its neck.

“...Could make you feel….really good….If you...want.”

Your eyebrow quirks, the cogs of your brain working extra slow tonight. But the way the creature flushes, the way it’s tentacles writhe so sensually, you soon start to get the picture.

A logical person might have said no. Might’ve screamed, thrown on the light, and barricaded their bedroom. Probably called the authorities, or animal control.  

But isn’t this what you’d been asking for? And they were sweet enough to pick you up when you were down. Even asked for your permission afterwards, and made a conscious effort to not make a total mess of your bed.

Maybe it’ was the nine hours of pure hell, maybe it’s the fact it’s the most physical contact you’ve had in months, but there’s a part of you that really wants to say yes.

And it’s probably the sleep deprivation that makes you actually do it.

“Yeah. I-I think I would like that.” You slowly unfurl yourself, the creature's face lighting up as you slowly crawl over to it. It’s tentacles thrash around unabashedly, some too eager to even wait for you to get closer, tickling the tops of your knees and nipping at your fingers. You giggle as one finds a ticklish spot. “What’s your name?” You whisper, falling into the soft touches of it’s tentacles as you get closer and closer to the creature’s face. It’s still flushed purple, it’s eyes racing over your body.

“Ghitir.” It croaks, taking a deep breath as your oversized night shirt slips down your shoulder, exposing your skin to it’s greedy eyes. It’s flattering, how much it wants you.

You pull down your collar even more, letting it fall past your collarbone and show just a peak of your chest. A tentacle has begun crawling up your leg, the thick ooze leaving a warm trail along the outside of your thigh, and you gently grab it. Ghitir shudders as you stroke your thumb over the tentacle, feeling the way it’s muscles push against your palm.

It’s hot breath brushes across your face as you look into its four eyes, not realizing how close you had gotten to it. Your eyes fall it’s mouth, where it’s long tongue darts out for a second.

“My name’s _____.” You punctuate the sentence with a kiss, one which Ghitir reciprocated hungrily. It’s tongue along your lips before darting into your mouth, your hands running up the back of its neck as you sink deeper into the feeling.

The tentacles have grown bolder, several now pushing past the bottoms of your pajama shorts and others going under your shirt. One slides up the center of your chest, it’s tip barely touching your nipples as the others run along your pelvis. You can feel slime drip down your behind as several caress your ass, pulling the fabric of your shorts higher and higher as they squeeze. The liquid has gotten even hotter, making your skin buzz and tingle.

All the sensations come together in a perfect tidal wave, so much so that even the rubbing of your pajamas against your crotch has you keeling into Ghitir, thrusting your hips against your mattress. Ghitir churrs, pulling it’s tongue out of your mouth to lather your jaw and neck in kisses. There’s a slight sting as you feel claws dig into your lower back, your hazy eyes glancing downwards to see Ghitir’s four, vaguely humanoid-arms, push you closer to it’s body. It pants and yanks on the shirt fabric, urging you to take it off. You do so in one quick motion, but before you let Ghitir lunge for another kiss, you yank it’s shoulders upwards and onto your bed, revealing all of its body to you.

It’s torso and arms connect to a mass of rolling tentacles, big and small, all of which latch onto you as you fall back onto the bed. Some squirm under your waistband, pushing your shorts and underwear past your crotch and down to your thighs. You shimmy your legs and kick them off your ankles, a shiver running down your spine as cold muscle presses up against your sex. Ghitir leans down into the crook of your neck, exhaling hot breath as it’s cold skin presses into your chest. Your nipples pebble and you run your hands down it’s back, nails digging into it’s clenched muscles.

Ghitir’s tentacles rub your crotch, undulating while one slinks down to your entrance. Beads of liquid smear off of it and into your skin, it’s tip just ghosting over your hole. The knot in your stomach burns hotter, your crotch thrusting upwards, trying to catch that fleeting sensation. But Ghitir is focused on covering your neck and shoulders in sloppy kisses. Sweat drops down your neck and it licks up toward your jaw, shuddering a groan from the taste.

Your head is hazy and your eyes have a hard time focusing, but you're able to feel your way to a tentacle, grabbing it by the thickest part and rubbing your thumb up it’s side. Ghitir lurches forward, it’s tongue lolling out with a shaky squeal. The tentacle teasing your entrance seizes, pressing up against the sensitive skin but not quite pushing through. You move your hand farther up the tentacle, squeezing intermittently before you reach the tip. You brush the pad of your index finger over it and a drop of slime drips down your wrist. One pair of Ghitir’s hands has moved down to your hips, it’s claws slightly pinching your skin as you press your finger down on it’s tip. It bites back a groan, rolling it’s lower half into the bed when you lick a stripe up the tentacle. It’s slime isn’t salty like human sweat, but sweet, almost like nectar.

You press your abdomen upwards, pressing kisses against the tentacle, your other hand grabbing another and half-hazardly jerking it up and down. Drool is dripping down Ghitir’s face, it’s eye’s locked onto you. You wink, erotically sticking your tongue out as you lick up, and up, and up, until just the tip rests on your bottom lip. With a tentative lick, you open your mouth wide and suck down the tentacle like a lollipop.

Ghitir’s forehead falls against yours. It’s tentacles convulse as you suck in your cheeks and move your head up and down, the tentacle in your mouth slowly stirring to action. It massages your tongue, shyly moving further and further into your mouth. Drool and Ghitir’s slime drips down your jaw as you let it slacken, the tentacle quickly hitting the back of your throat. The tip presses against your gag reflex, pulling back quickly once it hears you choke. But you give Ghitir a thumbs up, keeping a tight suction around the tentacle as it gently begins to face fuck you.

You can feel Ghitir’s hand’s shaking as it pounds your mouth, releasing more and more slime as it shudders inside your lips. You stop moving your head, letting Ghitir thrust into your mouth at it’s own pace, and reach forward and feel around for the tentacle pressed against your crotch. Your vision is dotted with black spots, but you eventually find the tip pressed so close to your entrance, pulling and urging it forward. Your eye’s shift toward Ghitir, it’s face locked onto the way you take it’s tentacle in your mouth. It’s tongue is hanging out of it’s mouth, cheeks nearly glowing with it’s bright blush, but it’s coherent enough to understand what you want.

The tentacle slithers out of your hand and presses against your soaked hole, dripping with it’s slime and your sweat. The tip finally pushes past your entrance and you can feel your eyes roll backwards as it stretches you open.

The tentacle is slightly smaller than the one in your mouth and although the pressure is relieving, it still leaves you wanting more. You jerk your hips forward, asking for it to punish your hole like it’s punishing your mouth. Ghitir nods, one of it’s hands stroking the side of your jaw as another tentacle slips inside of you, twisting with it’s twin and pressing against your walls. You moan once more, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. The sensations are overwhelming, deliciously overwhelming.

The tentacles inside your curl around each other, searching for that sensitive spot inside you. The tentacle in your mouth starts to thrust erratically, more and more slime coating the back of your throat as it begins to spasm. You clamp your lips around the base, coating it in your saliva as it nears it’s climax.

Your legs feel shaky and buzzed, your movements uncoordinated as you focus on breathing and chasing your own orgasm,The pair of Ghitir’s hands on your hips help your lower half hump against its tentacles. With a yelp and quick jolt of your body, Ghitir realizes it’s finally found the perfect spot, the one that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling backwards. The tentacle in your mouth slows down, edging itself on your tongue and your lips, but the tentacles down below pick up the pace. They pull out until only their intertwined tips remain, right before surging back inside you.

Your bed springs squeak as Ghitir continues to pound you into the mattress, it’s free pair of hands roaming and groping all unattended parts of your body as you throw your hips upward with every thrust. It pinches your nipples and lays wet kisses all down your collarbone, your chest coated in slime, saliva, and sweat. The tentacle continues to just rub itself all over the inside of your mouth, shaking as it teases itself nice and slow. Tears drip down your face as you feel the rubber band snapping, the fire in your belly about to combust. You moan around the tentacle, gurgling a couple of “Yes, yes, yes!”

Ghitir purrs as your body begins to seizing up, it’s claws digging into your pelvis as the tentacles pick up their speed. The tentacle in your mouth retracts, gushes saliva and slime falling out of your mouth. But Ghitir quickly replaces it with its tongue, petting the side of your face as you make out.

There, there, there, right there, right there- The moan you let out is almost a scream, punctuated by a strong “Oh fuck!” as hot streams of Ghitir’s cum flood your insides. The smaller tentacle spasms, squirting it’s juices all over your sweaty chest as Ghitir bites its lip with a groan. You can feel your body slacken, your chest heaving as you collapse into your sheets, leaving only tiny kisses against Ghitir’s lips. It follows you as your head sinks into your pillow, finally pulling away to let you catch your breath.

Ghitir rests its forehead against the center of your chest, its tentacles slowly slithering out of you, dripping slime all over your bed. Its chest is still alight with a purple blush, their body shaking from all of the exertion.

You find yourself stroking the side of their face, mind still fuzzy as you trace the contours of their cheekbones and enjoy the unusual texture of it’s skin. Ghitir’s four eyes peak open, just as delirious as you are.

“Thanks.” You suck in a deep breath, “That was...amazing.”

It smiles, nuzzling its cheek into your stomach, a small purr rumbling through you.

“No...problem..”

Ghitir’s tentacles lay sprawled out below you, lazily petting your calves and feet as Ghitir draws lazy circles into your stomach.

In no time at all, you fall asleep.

[poisonouswritings]

Idk if someone asked this before me

But how about Last Legacy M3 reaction to mc confessing their love to them after their battle with LOS and then proposing to them

_(because omg after all the shit they've gone through they can't mc can't imagine their life w/o them and after defeating that bastard all they want is a future with them I'm just cjchcjvjvjv) 😭😭😭_

I have not gotten an ask for that yet, but I love it!

GN!reader, fluff and love and a little emotion, really like the idea of casual love confessions because you guys are constantly risking death (or literally dying) for each other, hopefully this is okay because I'm really bad at writing big emotional scenes aogigofjs

Felix

You stand in the epicenter death. The ground around you has gone deathly pale, trees and roots dried and cracked like gnarled fingers clawing to escape. Cultists lay in rings around you - ashes, ashes, they all fell down. Ice digs softly into your sides, threatening to pierce skin. Shadows creep in from the corners of your vision. Panic curls around your throat. You reach out.

A warm hand reaches back, fingers slotting comfortingly through yours.

You wake up, clinging to the warmth next to you. Your eyes are still closed but you feel familiar soft fingers graze along the space between your shoulders. You let out a breath and close your eyes again, trying to get your thundering heart under control.

It's been two weeks since you and Felix defeated the Lord of Shadows. Two weeks that you've been able to wake up in the morning without the threat of Armageddon hanging over your heads. Two weeks of an infinite number of possibilities.

You shimmy around so your nose is brushing against Felix's cheek. His shaggy hair brushes against your forehead as he turns minutely. His finger dance slowly against your upper back in a comforting staccato. It's not the first time you've had nightmares. Certainly won't be the last.

'Hey, Felix?' You don't speak so much as mouth the words against his soft skin.

'Hm?'

When you open your eyes again you can just make out sunlight pooling on the floor in the little crack of space that the curtain allows. How late were you two up, anyways? When you're with Felix it feels like time is merely a suggestion. You could spend all day together and it still wouldn't be enough.

'... How mad d'you think Escell would be if we eloped?'

It's silent for a second. Felix stifles his yawn, drawing you closer, hiding his face in his pillow. 'Nng?... 'solutely furious...'

You hum softly in agreement.

'.... Wait, what?'

Felix certainly sounds awake now, shoving the blankets off a little and sitting up so he can see you easier. His hair is disheveled and his unbuttoned night shirt falls down his arms, leaving his torso bare. In the dim light you can make out a cherry dusting to his cheeks, silvery eyes big in shock.

You roll over and bury your face in his soft tummy, winding your arms lazily around his waist. 'We c'n do a proper weddin' then,' you mumble into his stomach. 'Scylla c'n cater.'

Felix makes a strangled lil squeak. He softly sets his hand on the back of your neck and traces little patterns on your skin. 'O-oh?'

You peek up at him. Though you're tired, there's a sharpness to your eyes that shows you're sincere. 'I already said I wanted to stay with you forever,' you remind him. Sure it was a little while ago - before he lost his powers if you remember correctly - but you meant it then and you mean it now. With half-lidded eyes you smile up at him. '... Florian can do the flowers.'

Felix laughs softly, still tracing his patterns as he dips his finger down between your shoulders. 'And you would be willing to have Escell as your father in law? That's a big commitment, darling.'

You finally sit up, draping your arms around his neck and giving a slow, exaggerated kiss to his cheek. 'I love you. So it's worth it.'

Felix makes a much higher-pitched squeak noise this time. He loops his arms around your waist and hugs you tightly. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. 'Do you mean it?'

'I literally dragged you back to the world of the living. Twice.' Felix snorts into your shoulder. You lean your head against his. 'I mean the other thing too.' Your voice is soft but genuine. 'Getting married. If you wanna, I mean.'

He squeezes you tighter, so tight he nearly knocks the wind out of you. He gives a little sniffle. Tears drip onto your shoulder. His voice is so soft that you hardly even hear his words. But you feel them.

'Nothing would make me happier.'

Anisa

Azimuth and Saaros come to visit you and Anisa in Porrima sometimes. You love getting to show them around - Azimuth in particular since they get so excited. And while Saaros still complains about the restrictions of society and the unnecessary and bothersome acts that go along beside it,, they complain a hell of a lot less when Azimuth is with them.

Anyways, one day Azimuth runs up with tears in their eyes and a wide grin stretches across their face that they're trying - and failing - to hide.

And that's how you know the plan you're concocting is gonna work.

Anisa has been putting in a ton of overtime with the Sunstone order. After Orion's corruption was discovered and the cultists were all flushed out - after you and Anisa finally defeated the Lord of Shadows once and for all - your dear cat girlfriend was the natural choice for the new captain. In a lot of ways you think that maybe she feels guilty. No matter how many times you tell her it wasn't her fault that LoS came back, you know she still feels it is.

You go out to the Sunstone training grounds. The sun sits heavily on the horizon. She's there alone, armor glistening in the sinking rays. Her hair is undone from the uniform braid. Her shoulders are heavy under the breastplate.

She's picking up and putting away spare swords, setting them back in the little shed of an armory. If she hears you approach then she doesn't show it. In fact, she doesn't respond to you at all until you hug her from behind. Her hair poofs and she gives a little jump. How tired is she that she didn't hear you coming?

'You didn't have to come all the way out here', Anisa frets. 'I was going to be home soon.'

You rest your chin on her shoulder, nuzzling into her hair. Even after a full day of training, she still smells like roses. You smile against the side of her neck. 'I missed you.'

She chuckles softly and laces her fingers with yours, leaning back against you. 'I missed you too.'

The first time you ever said out loud you were in love with Anisa was back in Rivath, during that argument with Ayanna (and what a weird day that turned out to be, with the Lord of Shadows showing up and all). But now you hug her tight and let out a small, happy 'I love you' as you smooch her cheek. When you catch a glimpse of her pupils you see they're narrowed in that catlike way they get when she's excited.

She turns around and properly embraces you, her breastplate pressing into your chest. You don't mind. She cups your cheeks between her warm hands and gives a brilliant smile. 'I love you too. More than anything.'

It's hard not to swoon when she talks like that. It's even harder to keep your nerves contained. Somehow you think this is even harder than it was asking for Ayanna's permission.

'Enough to get married?'

Anisa blinks. Then her eyes widen as she processes your words, heat flooding her face. You take a step away and sink down to one knee, pulling out a little box. It's the closest you can get to a traditional (and cheesy) Earth proposal. Anisa covers her mouth with her hands, emerald eyes wide and sparkling with the beginnings of tears. 'You said you didn't wanna lose me,' You explain, surprised at how steady your voice sounds with how fast your heart is hammering in your chest. 'S-so I thought I'd make it easier for you.'

Anisa stoops down to wrap you in a hug, but her knees are shaking so much that she accidentally knocks you to the ground. You're both too happy to care though, her peppering your face with a thousand little kisses and a million little 'yes'es, and you laughing as you hold her close.

She still wants to go to Earth someday, and you still want to see all Astraea has to offer. But you two have a lifetime together to explore.

Sage

You killed him. You faced The Lord Of Shadows - Gramme - Mike Morgan - and you swung the Astrolabe high over your head and let out this primal scream and you fucking killed him. Blasted him into a million particles of darkness that disperse so thin they'll never be able to reform.

But Sage is still on edge. Not that you blame him. Six months of fighting for your life doesn't just go away as soon as the threat is gone. So he spends most nights keeping watch around Fathom, waiting for something to happen. He doesn't relax until dawn, and it's only when the sun starts to rise that he finally sneaks into your room to sleep for a few hours, curling around you like he's afraid you'll vanish again.

It's a full moon tonight. Felix and Rime are doing something freaky in their room (magical or sexual you aren't sure and don't want to know, though you're sure Rime will brag a bit in the morning). Anisa, Elowen, and Tulsi all went out to some new seafood place. They'd invited you along but you'd politely declined; you have something you've been meaning to do for a little while now, and tonight seems as good a time as any other.

It isn't hard to find Sage. He has a few places he likes to sulk- you mean lurk - you mean keep watch from. And this place - the balcony where he first admitted to having a crush on you - happens to be his favorite. His ears twitch, his tail flicks, but otherwise he doesn't move. He's leaning on the balustrade the same way he was back then. You can't help but miss those days. It's only natural. The world was tinted rose.

But he's still Sage Lesath.

You lean against his broad back. His tail loops lazily around your ankle. His voice is a low rumble in his chest. 'Thought you were going out tonight.'

'And leave you home alone? I'm not that mean.'

'Don't stay pent up inside just for my sake.'

You ease off his back and instead squat down, wiggling your way between his body and the railing. He stiffens in surprise for a moment before relaxing, taking a half-step back to give you enough room to stand.

Once upon a time he was afraid to even touch you. Now he wraps his arms around you on impulse, tail winding around your thigh as he lightly kisses your forehead. You don't even try to hide your smile as you hug him right back.

'That a new coat?' Seems his sense of humor is still intact. It's his old one, as warm and snug as you remember it being. If you try really hard you think you can pick up the scent of whiskey still imbued in the fabric.

'Tulsi got it for me.' 'Well you sure look good in red.'

Heat tickles your cheeks. To distract from it you reach up and scratch behind his ear. He relaxes, leaning into your touch and purring. With your other hand you carefully untie the cloth around his eye. He lets you. Always does now that you already know what's there.

The two of you stay like that for a little while. It's a clear night and there's really nowhere you'd rather be than with him.

You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose. His lazy little purr lilts up almost like a question. You wait until he looks down at you - it takes a minute, he tends to close his eyes when he's content - to cup his face in your hands. His smile is a little shy, a little flustered, and every bit as lovely as you remember it. 'Whats got you so happy?'

The Lord of Shadows - Gramme - is dead. You've beaten Ex Nihilo. There's nothing to be scared of. Not anymore.

'You. You make me happy.' His ears fluff out and the tip of his tail drums against your thigh. 'And I'm not gonna lose you again.' His mismatched eyes are full of emotions - awe and affection and worship and so much hope it nearly makes you cry. It's like he wants so desperately to believe you but can't quite dare to. Like he's afraid you'll take it back if he says the wrong thing.

You kiss him slow and soft and sweet because words have never been his strong suit but actions are. And when you both finally separate for air you hug him so tight you might be cutting off his breathing. He hugs you right back, relaxing into you for the first time in a long time.

With no more Ex Nihilo hanging over your head, the future is yours for the taking. And whatever it brings, you know you'll have Sage with you.

[spencersawkward]

omg can you do another thing about losing your virginity to matthew because that’s everything i needed & more 🦋🦋🦋 thanks queen love u

fs i’d love to write another virginity blurb!

whenever i think about Matthew in that scenario, i get the biggest heart eyes bc i just know it would be like, the most intimate experience of your life-- and super low-pressure.

what i imagine is you two sitting on the couch binge-watching your favorite movies, all snuggled up under a blanket and the whole time, he’s rubbing your back and you’re settled against his chest, lining up the soft thrum of his heartbeat with your own breathing just bc it feels nice.

your hand would be on his stomach, but bc you’ve been thinking about it for a while and you’re so in love with him and how kind he always is with you, you would start to inch down his tummy until you reach his lap, squeezing his thigh.

Matthew would be like super confused at first bc your movie nights are usually pretty low-energy and relaxing, but he’d turn his head to you with a smirk and be like, “what are you doing, baby?” and the whole time you’d just be massaging his leg and pulling your body closer to his until your chest is pressed to his side.

you guys would have made out before and fooled around, but nothing that got super close to sex bc he knows you’re a virgin and doesn’t want you to feel like he expects you to be with him in that way. but he also wouldn’t be able to help the fact that the movements you’re making are getting him hard. and you’d peer up at him, whisper “i wanna try it with you.” and his heart rate would pick up bc he’s been thinking about it constantly.

you’d have a little moment where he checks if you’re sure and when you adamantly pull him in for a pining kiss, he gives over to your desires. and he’d hold your face as if it’s the most delicate thing in the world, enjoying the softness of your mouth and the way your breaths are becoming increasingly shallow with impatience.

slowly, you’d wind up on your back on the couch, his torso between your legs once he throws off the blanket and stares into your eyes. he’d make a joke to lighten the mood and ease your nervousness, and the attempt would make you smile bc he knows you so well. he’d start to scatter your cheeks, nose, and neck with pure little kisses, which would make you laugh bc it tickles.

he’d take off your clothes for you and set them neatly on the coffee table, then let you take off his before sliding his hand down to your pussy and playing with it for a couple minutes to get you as wet as possible. he’d be super good about communication, like “let me know if you want me to stop or if it hurts too much” and the whole time you’d practically be clawing at him just to satisfy the burning in your stomach.

the sex would be slow and sensual, full of little moments of contact that he gives in order to distract you from the foreign sensation, like holding your hand above your head and tilting your chin up to face him while he moves slowly in and out. he’d bite his lip while he tries to maintain a pace that isn’t too much for you, but the flush across his chest tells you he wants more.

he’d also stimulate you towards the beginning and the end so that you get to feel as good as he does, switching up his positions, fingers, patterns. your pants and sighs would be like heaven for him and all he wants is to make you feel this way forever bc you look like an angel when your mouth is open like that.

after you finish around him, whining and fluttering and begging, he’d pull out and cum on your tits, praising you the whole time. you’d probably surprise him by sliding your finger along the mess and sucking it off, which would drive him wild and he’d look at you adoringly before hurrying off the couch to get something to clean up, make you some tea, and let you get dressed.

post-sex Matthew would be so so soft. and when he hands you a mug and sits down on the couch again, he would pull you close and hold you until you fall asleep during the middle of the movie. it’s a tendency of yours that he finds adorable.

[beautifulmakkaris]

UM UM UM BESTIE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU I WANNA READ THAT BTVS FIC!!! I LITERALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AHAHAHAHAH. OMG THE CLAW OR HISTORICAL SOCIETY AS THE LIBRARY AHHH OMG YES EVERYTHING ABOUT IT!!!

ANON!!!! this ask made me so happy!! here's a snippet because you brought me so much joy:

A quick trip to the local library and a skim through the Yellow Pages directs Nancy to a old townhouse; the stairs are creaky as she makes her way onto the porch, but other than that the place looks well-kept, worn and lived in and humming with life.

A dark haired girl answers the door with a beaming smile. “Hi!”

“Hi.” Nancy says back, slightly uneasy at the cheer. She used to be peppy too; she had pep in spades in high school, doled out in her cheerleading uniform through the corridors and on the edge of the football pitch. That was before, naturally, before she spent most nights patrolling graveyards, tanked her grades, got kicked off the team and then (“allegedly!” Carson’s voice says in her head) burnt down the school gym the night of senior prom. “I’m Nancy Drew and-“

The girl squeals, tugging her inside instantly, through to a parlour type room. A large desk stands in the centre, with books piled high, leather-bound and worn but clearly well looked after. There are some armchairs, a beautiful fireplace and, in one corner, a smaller desk with a state of the art Mackintosh computer. Behind said computer is a guy, possibly a few years older than Nancy, typing away at an impressive speed, the keyboard clacking rhythmically beneath his fingers.

“I’m Bess,” The girl introduces herself. “That’s Ace. We intern here.”

Ace doesn’t look phased by Bess’ presence or her volume, looking away from the screen with an amiable smile and a vague wave before diving back in.

“He’s computer guy.” Bess adds conspiratorially, as though Nancy is supposed to understand what that means.

She offers a half-hearted smile, still taken aback by the welcome. “Yeah, so I think someone delivered this card to my house?” She holds up the crisp white paper emblazoned with the logo that hangs over the door to the building: The Horseshoe Bay Historical Society.

“Oh! That was me!” Bess gushes. “Hannah asked me to make sure you knew to come here.”

“Hannah?” Nancy questions, heart sinking; she knows she usually keeps to herself more than the average human being (for excellent reasons such as she attracts bitey-bitey, sucky-sucky monsters) but meeting three new people on her first day in town is already feeling like Too Much. With Bess around, she's only managed to spit out a handful of words but they still feel like more than she's spoken in weeks, choosing to greet her dad with reproachful silence and ignore the rest of the world.

“She’s the Keeper of the Historical Society.” Bess demonstrates with a flourish of her arm, then drops her voice conspiratorially. “And she’s training me to be a witch.”

Nancy feels a flare of panic bolt down her spine like an electric shock. Absolutely not. No way. She refuses to be caught up in this world of demons and goblins and boogeymen again. As much as Carson’s relentless false optimism is grating on her, she does want Horseshoe Bay to be a fresh start – for her. One free of magic and all the responsibilities it brought crashing down on her shoulders just because some old white dudes from England said it should be so.

“Haha.” She laughs, aiming for dry and landing somewhere around shrill. “A witch? Like magic? That’s not real. Haha.”

The guy – Ace - looks over from the chunky Mackintosh computer he’s typing away at, clearly bemused by her reaction. He’s got a cap on backwards over shoulder length hair and an oversized patterned shirt, every inch the typical skater bro Nancy very much did not associate with in high school.

“Aren’t you supposed to be, like, the expert on that stuff?” He asks.

“Stuff?” Nancy repeats. “I don’t know about stuff.”

“You know,” He pushes up from the desk, meanders over to sling an arm over Bess’ shoulders. He looks entirely out of place here, scuffed sneakers on antique carpets, but seems comfortable. “Vampires, werewolves, demons, other assorted creatures that go bump in the night.”

“Werewolves are just humans. They’re not dangerous as long as you take precautions.” Nancy says reflexively and Ace grins.

“See. You’re expert girl.”

Nancy takes several steps back from the pair of them because their joint energy is way too much for her right now and she actually might have a panic attack if one more magical entity is invoked in this conversation. The last year people have been holding her at arm’s length, first out of pity for her mother’s death, then out of fear because she’s the crazy girl who lashed out and destroyed the school gym.

“No, no, I’m not, I’m-“

“Nancy Drew.” An older woman steps gracefully into the room, another leather-bound book cradled tenderly in scarred arms. Noticing Nancy’s gaze drawn to the burned skin, she smiles ruefully. “Fire is deadly to vampires as you know, but its pretty damaging for humans too.”

Ashamed, Nancy shakes her head; she’s so overwhelmed that she’s forgetting basic manners now, not that she’s had much use for those recently.

“I’m Hannah.” The new arrival introduces, smiling warmly. “I’m your new Watcher.”

“Oh. Oh no. No, thanks.” Nancy laughs awkwardly. “I was just telling these guys - I don’t do that anymore.”

“But you’re the Chosen One.” Hannah presses, clutching the thick tome to her chest, scarred hands almost obscuring the title written in swirling cursive: Vampyres.

The sight of it sends a shudder down Nancy’s spine, memories of frigid nights patrolling cemeteries, the snick of vampire teeth snapping closed inches from her neck. That inevitably leads her down the memory rabbit hole of that night, when she’d told her parents she was at the Winter Formal but in reality had been tracking down a nest of vampires to their root, determined to make sure they couldn’t claim any more victims, found herself way over her head and stumbled home, bruised and aching, only to find her mom had-

Gone.

“No. I’m not.” Nancy backs up. “I’m un-chosen. I don’t want it anymore. I never did!”

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically, sadly, and for half a second Nancy wonders if Hannah might know something about living a fate you never asked for.

Hannah smiles at her sympathetically. “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Nancy. We all have our burdens to bear.”

“Yeah, well most nineteen-year-old girls don’t have the burden of vampire slaying!” Nancy can feel herself getting hysterical, hot tears building out of resentment and anger and frustration. “I didn’t ask for this!”

“Most nineteen-year-old girls also don’t have us.” Bess pipes in with surprising gentleness. At Nancy’s raised eyebrows, she gestures between herself, Ace and Hannah. “Magic girl, computer guy, book lady.” She rattles off, pointing at them each in turn. “aka, the dream team. A veritable Scooby gang, if you will.”

Nancy shakes her head reflexively before Bess has even finished speaking; its one thing to put herself in danger - which she is not going to do - but its another to rope others, civilians, into the battle between good and evil too.

“Come on, Nancy,” Hannah coaxes gently. “I know you can feel it. The pull to Horseshoe Bay, the magical energy. The town is built on a Hell Mouth. That’s how Bess ended up here, despite not knowing her potential as a witch."

A Hell Mouth. Nancy barks out a harsh laugh. Great. That’s great. Good job, Carson, you moved us from one magical hell hole to another.

"And your natural Slayer skills – curiosity, innovation, quick-thinking. You were born with those – they were always going to be a part of you." Hannah continues. "You can deny destiny all you want. It’ll catch up to you in the end.”

Nancy ignores the hot, resentful tears building in her eyes. No one has seen her cry since Kate Drew’s funeral and she certainly isn’t breaking that self-imposed ban for a bunch of strangers on her first day in town.

“Well, when it does, I’ll beep you.” She spits, pushing past Hannah and blindly stumbling out of the door, taking the porch stairs two at a time in her rush to get away.

[blissfulsun]

I'm sorry it's me again, bub + I don't know if you've written something like that in the past already but could you write something about maybe being Jeff's editor and you just get along so well because you have the same sense of humour but you never allow yourself to look at him too long because it's clear that he's out of everyone's league so when he's making a move you're like??? Huh??? (I'm sorry I'm insecure about myself, I just need this 🥺) Love you!!! 🤍🤍

nooo don’t apologise you’re the cutest ilyyyyyt🥺❣️ u are always welcome here and this concept is so cute omg i caaan’t (i also assumed u meant a video editor? sorry if it’s wrong lmao I'm a liiil sleep deprived)

He’s handsome, sure, you noticed that when Oscar first introduced you but bit your tongue and offered a shy smile in greeting, hopeful he couldn't see the way your gaze fleeted across his features with no control. 

It worked apparently, or at least, well enough to get you hired. That was months ago, Jeff was still one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, but now, now he was one of the funniest too, witty and caring in a way that grasped at your heart and clawed at your chest.

How could one person be this perfect? How was he still single? 

These questions haunted you from that first fateful meeting. Even right now, zoned out as you stare at the same snippet of his face, eyes shining with mischief and lips pulled into the brightest smile, he really had to make this harder. 

‘How’re you gettin’ on over here darling?’ The question is almost whispered, his tone playful and warm near your ear. Jeff’s leaning over your frame, broad chest pressed against the back of your chair and head beside yours. 

You shrug, composing yourself, a norm in this work setting nowadays. ‘Someone’s gotta make sure you look half decent’ you can’t help but joke. He doesn't need much editing but you’re not about to admit that out loud.

‘C’mon now, you think this face needs extra editing? With my lazy eye?’ there’s that deprecating humour you roll your eyes at.

‘I’ll keep an eye on it’ it’s a bad joke but Jeff laughs, airy giggles that force his chest up and down and as a result almost shake your seat a little. 

He sits directly next to you at the table, the others comfortable on the living room couch as you’ve chosen to finish the editing up before heading home.

Jeff stays quiet for a while, the laptop taking your attention away well enough to allow him to look on freely, he notes the cute furrow of your brow, the concentration face you always pull that never fails to lifts the ends of his lips. 

How could one person be this perfect? Even better, how are you still single?

The questions have been circling his mind for the longest time, ever since you strolled through his old apartment door and directly into his heart like it was a walk in the park. 

‘I’m almost done, I’ll send it to Oscar to check and then I’ll probably head out for the night, ‘m starving’ you say without looking away from the screen. You never really look at him, Jeff’s noticed. 

It’s funny because you stare at his face for hours on end most days, analyse individual seconds of content, but your eyes rarely meet his own in real-time.

He’s not sure why he bothers but he still asks. Because hey, you laugh at his jokes and join in on his teasing of Jonah, stay after shoots and help him clean up and that might be just you being a meticulous employee but if he doesn’t say it now it’ll continue to eat away at his insides. 

‘Leave it. Oscar can finish up....we could grab a bite if you’d like? Like, dinner, my treat, if you’d like?’ It’s kind of awkward and poorly structured and you would never catch on to what exactly he’s acting if it wasn’t for the way Jeff nervously carts his fingers through his hair and blushes when you finally turn to look him in the eye. 

God, he wants you to look at him all the time. 

You should say something. Anything, but your throat is dry and expression stoic. ‘I uh, oh god, nevermind, I understand you might not wanna- I’m your boss I guess and-’ Jeff stutters, he’s praying the TV is loud enough for the others to miss his embarrassing manoeuvres in the situation. 

‘Are you...are you asking me out?’ your shocked tone halts his rambling. 

‘Trying to doll, yeah...’ you both quieten down. Jeff’s simmering in the aftermath, your own thoughts spiralling in confusion and self-doubt. 

You look away for a while, it’s a pattern that’s emerged every time his brown eyes pull you in and expose what you’ve worked hard to hide. You miss the way his stare always follows you, behind the camera, around every room as you come and leave without ever truly escaping his mind. 

‘Y/n? You can say no I unders-’ ‘Why?’ your question stumps him for a while. 

‘I uh...you’re kind of amazing, and the way you put your hair up messily when you concentrate drives me wild..’ you hit him on the bicep, cheeks warming and eyes alarmed as Jeff’s voice grows louder towards the end of the confession. 

He doesn’t want the other guys to hear, but it’s worth almost getting caught mid confession when you finally look at him and smile back.

‘Alright...I’ll go out with you, how does pizza sound?’ your tone is light, inside, you feel as though the warmth encompassing your body might make you combust. 

You’re still not sure how Jeff of all people seems to be interested in you, but the way his gaze travels across you is almost telling enough.

‘Sounds perfect’ you’re perfect, he thinks. Internally, your thoughts follow a similar pattern as you finally allow yourself to look at him, keeping looking, like you could never have enough.