#also don't ask me what I was thinking when I drew him in the bottom right corner

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Mutual masturbation with virgin!Ethan. Maybe reader teaches him how to touch a girl? He’d be so shy and cute and ugh I want him

The face Jack does in the gif represents many situations in this one

Warning: smut, virgin!Ethan, mutual touching, 

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''It's weird. Do you think it's weird?''

''Should we be doing this? I really don't want to ruin our friendship.''

''Are you sure about this? We don't have to if you don't want—''

''Ethan.'' You felt like screaming. Consent is good, but he really needed to stop asking if it was okay every three seconds. It was starting to get on your nerves. You breathed out your emotions, then curled your lips into a soft smile. ''I would not be here with my pants off if I didn't want to.''

He bit his bottom lip and nodded. ''I'm just...I'm nervous. In case you cannot tell,'' Ethan explained, a light flush coating his cheeks. ''I've never seen a woman naked before — other than in porn. That's not how people look though.'' He drew his eyebrows, getting flashes of the porn he watched last night. Your body looked very different than the woman with the massive fake tits.

''Well, how do I look?'' You did a little twirl, giving him a three-sixty view and Ethan's breathing changed.

''Really nice.,'' he croaked, honest and innocent, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his pants.

That's not how you compliment a person's body, but you let it slide.

''I've also never touched a girl...like that before. Sorry in advance if I suck or can't find the clit,'' he added with deeper flushed cheeks.

Giggles bubbled from your mouth. ''It's okay. Like I said, I'll show you.'' You reached out and pulled him by his belt buckle. ''Now, lose some clothes. I'm starting to feel unfairly exposed being the only one undressed.''

Ethan nodded and quickly pulled his polo off, showing off his surprisingly nicely toned chest, getting it stuck under his chin at the collar in his haste. You wanted to tell him to slow down, but it was amusing to watch. He undid his belt and popped open the buttons on his jeans, then pushed them down his thighs.

''Eh...one other thing. I've never been fully naked in front of someone before. Other than a doctor or my mom during bath-time when I was a kid. I probably shouldn't be talking about my mom right now...''

You stepped over and kissed him softly. ''You talk too much.'' Your hand fell down his bare chest, your fingers brushing over his clothed erection, and he jumped a little. ''Shall we get to business?'' you asked against Ethan's lips.

He let out a sigh at your touch. ''Fuck. I don't think I'm gonna last long. I'm about to fucking burst just from that one touch.''

''Do you?'' Mischief washed over your features as you reached back to your bra clasp. ''And if I do this?'' You pushed the clasp and unhooked it, the straps slowly falling off your shoulders as you let your bra fall.

You saw Ethan's eyes wandering down from your face to your breasts, his breath catching in his throat. He had peeked at your chest before, through tight shirts or on days where you didn't wear a bra, but he had never seen much skin displayed. They were round and perky and tipped with perfectly peaked nipples that Ethan was dying to wrap his mouth around.

''Give me your hand.'' You grabbed Ethan's hand and raised it to your right breast to cup it.

He squeezed the flesh gently, passing his thumb over your nipple to rub it. He swallowed the whine that left his throat, unable to tear his eyes away as you moved his other hand to cup your other breast. ''Jesus Christ.''

You let him have his moment, living his teenage fantasy of touching a woman's breasts, then brought him back to business.

You shimmed your panties off as Ethan did with his boxers, his cheeks turning a deep crimson. Nerdy virgins like Ethan were rumored to have a small shrimp between their legs, but his cock was fairly big — bigger than what you thought it would be.

Feeling observed, Ethan shifted on his feet.

You moved to the bed, sitting facing each other, and Ethan's cock twitched in his lap when he felt your knee brushing against his. Cute.

You spread your legs and Ethan's breath spiraled out of his lungs. ''Fuck, you're so pretty,'' he breathed out, his eyes, blown wide with lust stared shamelessly at your glistening pussy, his mouth almost salivating by how wet you were.

''Eh, thanks. I guess...'' Awkwardness was starting to plant its foot, so you cleared your throat. ''Ready to learn how to touch a woman?''

He nodded, nervous but eager to learn.

''First, you gotta work her up. You can caress or kiss her breasts and thighs, gently run your fingers over her skin until you dive lower.'' You grabbed your own breasts, then slowly slid your hands down to your mound.

Before you, Ethan's cheeks were a lovely shade of red as he took mental notes.

You reached down and spread yourself out with two fingers, showing and teaching Ethan the basics. He had learned the female genitalia system during the anatomy lessons in high school, but he didn't remember anything, too focussed on not getting hard in class.

''O-okay. I think I got it.''

Swallowing thickly, Ethan dipped his fingers between your legs, marveling and almost moaning when a wet substance coated his fingers. He gathered up some of the wetness like you had done and dragged it back up to your clit. ''Is this good?'' he asked, needing reassurance.

You nodded. ''Now go a little higher — you know where the clit is, right?''

He didn't look too confident, but ended up finding it, a soft whine slipping from your lips as he gently and slowly circled your clit.

''That's it, E, you're doing so well. Keep doing that.''

Your encouraging words were a tap on the back for Ethan. They made him feel a little less like the virgin loser he did an hour ago.

You shifted your gaze to Ethan's cock, the tip so red it was practically drooling precum at this point. A hard shudder racked his body as you wrapped your hand around it. ''Big and hard for me. Right, E?''

He whimpered at that, his soft sounds filling the room as he bucked his hips towards you. You slowly — teasingly — moved your hand up and down, making Ethan shut his eyes, his head rolling back. His lips were parted, just slightly, but wide enough that if you pressed your mouth to his, you could slide your tongue between the pouty seam and taste him.

''I'm going to cum way too fast,'' Ethan said as a fact, absentmindedly pausing his movements.

You applied pressure at the tip of his cock to get his attention, eliciting a whimper. ''Keep your hand on me,'' you scolded, feeling him slip away as you were pleasuring him.

''Sorry...''

Snapping back into action, Ethan started rubbing your clit again and pressed harder against the bud but kept his pace, making you whine as an intense shock of pleasure shot through your body. Only your pink vibrator had ever made you feel this good.

You sped up your strokes, swiping your thumb over the head every upstroke to drive Ethan insane. He looked so cute struggling to keep it together and not cum right there.

''Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck,'' he cursed under his breath, rubbed you even faster to busy his mind and concentrate on something else.

Unfortunately, it wasn't very efficient. Each sounds leaving your mouth were making the situation worse.

He needed a distraction.

Ethan looked up through his sweaty fringe, catching sight of your full chest. With a glint in his eyes, his other hand skimmed up your body to cup one firm breast. He toyed with your nipple between his fingers and you bit back a growl. He wanted to suck on that puckered bud more than he wanted his next breath.

''Are you close, E?'' you asked although you already knew the answer.

''Shut up.''

You giggled softly. ''You can put a finger in, you know,'' you said, your voice was honeyed and sweet. ''No. Scratch that. Please put a finger in.''

That one little word almost sent Ethan over the edge.

His hand left your breast and traveled over your belly, down the edge of your hips. Your skin was so soft underneath his fingers. He made eye contact with you, then sank two of them into your pussy, while his other hand continued to tend to your clit.

The fullness of his fingers made you moan, a part of you wishing something other than his fingers was inside you. It would feel so fucking good.

''Fuck, you feel so good,'' you told him, pushing yourself against his fingers every time he withdrew them.

Your eyes had gone hazy with pleasure, and you were rocking restlessly on Ethan's fingers and crying out whenever he would curl them. Before you, Ethan's moans had become more whiny and his cock was so red and leaking more precum than you had ever seen a guy produce.

This wasn't going to last much longer.

Your body was on fire, but you stroked Ethan faster as you cried out, feeling the knot inside your lower stomach snap as you climaxed. A guttural moan echoed in the room and mixed with your cry, pleasure hurtling through Ethan and coating with spurts of white your hand and his stomach.

Several seconds later, your bodies relaxed and a sated sigh rumbled from Ethan's mouth, blowing a few curls of his fringe. Feeling a rush of tiredness, he fell back on his bed, his chest flushed from the heat of your activities. 

It was amusing seeing him like this, limp and spent and still having trouble breathing.

''Fuck, that was hot,'' he asserted, looking at the off-white colored ceiling. 

You chuckled and grabbed some tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiped your hand clean. ''Now you know how to get a girl off.'' 

Ethan hummed, his mouth curling into a beaming grin. He did.

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VIII

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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You hear footsteps and turn around in the seat, hoping desperately that it's Coryo, and you are relieved to see that it finally is. He had been gone for close to an hour. You stand quickly, going to meet him halfway, what you had to tell him couldn't wait. "Coryo," You say quickly, before launching into the full story. "Lucy Gray came back, the others were chasing her and she hid in that vent and she's still in there, they're trying to figure out how to get in. She's stuck."

You follow him back to the desk, his eyes wide now too. "That's good... I think that's good." He's scanning the arena again, as if there's any inch of it he hasn't committed to memory, trying to see if there was any way Dr. Gaul's snakes could reach her in the vent you pointed to.

"No, no it's not good because I don't think there's another way out of that one except the way she came in." You dig into your bag as it hangs at his side, pulling out the notebook that you drew the map in. "Yeah, look- it's pinched off about thirty feet in." You point to the page, holding it out for him to see.

"She just has to wait them out." He insists, pushing your hand down. "Put that away- you shouldn't have that."

Why is he so calm about this? Lucy Gray was trapped, and this time there was nothing either of you could do to help her. "Yeah, but that's not going to work for much longer." You say, watching as the three make a plan to push her farther into the vent and try and get her out from the bottom.

Hurriedly, you close your notebook and put it away so you don't have to look away for long.

"Just a little longer, Lucy Gray..." Coryo mutters to himself and grips onto your hand at his side. At this, you reach across your body and rub his arm with your free hand. His whole future could collapse in a matter of moments if Lucy Gray doesn't survive. Yours could too. But as you watch Coral thrust her weapon up into the pipes that you know Lucy Gray is inside, you flinch, not knowing how much longer Lucy Gray can hold out.

You can't even process what is happening to Treech and the outcries of his mentor and people in the theatre, wondering what happened to him as he collapses with a bloody nose. You knew, so you avoided even looking in their direction as Lucy Gray tumbled from the now shredded vent, landing directly on top of Coral before making a run for it. You're sure Coriolanus isn't even breathing.

You aren't either when every one of the tributes freezing and the wind starts whipping Lucy Gray's hair around her face and her dress around her sides. Everyone watches as a large tank is lowered into the arena and dropped delicately on top of the pile of debris in the center.

"What is that?" You wonder out loud, and Coryo just shakes his head as you look up at him.

"C'mon Lucy Gray, get out of there..."

"Wouldn't it be funny if it was candy?" Lucky jokes and you stifle a laugh.

At this moment, the young girl from District Eight wanders out into the clearing, pale and skinny. "Is it over?" She asks no one in particular, making your smile fade.

"Wovey..." Reaper warns her from where he's kneeling next to the bodies he had covered with the flag.

"Can we go home now?" You clutch your hand back to your chest as she walks toward the tank- you don't know what was in the tank, but you know it wouldn't be good.

"Wovey." He warns again, more stern this time with a slight shake of his head.

The tank starts to splinter, cracking steadily along all sides until it bursts open. You gasp at the amount of snakes that come out. A wave of moving, rainbow destruction crashes over the floor and completely engulfs the little girl in a fraction of a second, as everyone else starts to run.

As Lucy Gray and Coral make a break for the walls, trying to get up to the stands, Reaper seems to just accept his fate. You feel... bad. He could have taken your offer made days before, he could be winning right now. At least he and Wovey didn't suffer.

As Lucy Gray pushes herself backward up the pile of rubble away from the fast moving snakes, Coral starts speaking to her. You can't hear what she's saying, but you can see she's crying- maybe pleading for Lucy Gray's help, maybe just saying her goodbyes to this world. It didn't matter, Lucy Gray was the last one alive as Coral's body got surrounded by the snakes.

Please work. Coriolanus begs the universe, hoping that the cloth he had used to wipe her tears and the one she used to wipe away the dirt from her skin before the interview, which he took from your bag and shoved into slots in the tank would be enough to save her.

"She won!" You grin, shaking Coryo's shoulder as he stands beside you, eyes still locked on Lucy Gray.

That's when she starts to sing, just as the snakes catch up to her. Why aren't they letting her out? It was over.

"Why aren't they getting her out?" You ask him, confused as everyone watches intensely, entranced by her voice.

"I'll be along, when I've finished my song..."

Coryo and you both turn, facing the audience now and all eyes immediately lock on Dr. Gaul. "Dr. Gaul, she won." He says, as if somehow she's missed it- surely she had. Surely she's not watching the same thing you are.

"When I've shut down the band, played out my hand..."

"It's over, let her out!" You shout, attempting to draw her attention.

"Paid all my debts..."

"Why aren't they attacking her?" You hear someone ask, noticing the snakes are almost entirely covering Lucy Gray's shirt now.

"Have no regrets, right here..."

"It must be the singing," Coryo replies, and you look up at him. You don't know that that's true, but you won't ask. "It's calming them."

"In the old therebefore..."

"She can't sing forever."

"Then let her out!" You yell, looking pleadingly up at Dr. Gaul in the stands. "Dr. Gaul!" You demand her attention now, stomping your foot down.

Your blood is boiling when she still won't look at you and the sound of Lucy Gray's voice fills the theatre. "Look at me!" You scream, and clearly, people are getting annoyed at you for interrupting Lucy Gray's song. "Look at me now or let her out!"

She does neither, not until Lucy Gray's song moves everyone else to match your cries for her to be released. Only then does Dr. Gaul look at the two of you, and you drop Coryo's hand.

The doctor sighs, leaning over to her assistant. "Get her out. Now." She says, and cheers erupt in the room previously filled with emotional tears.

"I did it." Coryo says, and you have to lean close to hear it over everyone's delight.

"You did it!" You laugh, throwing your arms over his shoulders. You scream in excitement as he hugs you back, lifting you up and spinning you around as people crowd the two of you. You don't think you've ever been happier.

As he lets you down gently, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead, you wonder if your parents are watching. You can't wait to get home, to see your family and let them sing your praises for Coriolanus's success in the games. Well, Lucy Gray's success that the two of you get to reap the rewards of.

Then, he's gone, leaving you to gather your things while he goes to see Tigris. You smile, sighing to yourself as you watch. It's likely your father has already sent the car to collect you, so you should probably get going. You're in dire need of a celebratory bath, anyway.

Last night, you had the best sleep you had gotten in weeks. A full eight hours- a privilege you didn't know you missed so bad. Even when you had to get up for school around six, you felt so well rested you knew you could take on the world.

That was until you walked downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning." You grin, skipping down the last couple of steps only to be met with your father hanging up the phone, storming over to you, and shoving you back onto the staircase.

"Sit down. Listen to me." He spits as you groan, holding your head from where it hit the railing and adjusting yourself so you are sitting properly on the stairs.

"Ow... What did I do?"

"You know what you did, Y/N." He hisses, pacing in front of you. "Un-fucking-believable! They went out on a limb for you, and this is how you repay them? Do you even realize what you have done? To me? To this family?"

The poison.

"Dad, I didn't do anything! I had no say in it! Coryo gave her the compact empty- it wasn't our business what she did with it!" You argue, standing up only to earn yourself a slap across the face.

"You were to give her nothing. You knew that." You hold your cheek while he lectures you, and you just nod.

"Yes, sir." You sniff, rubbing your jaw to soothe the sting of your already burning skin. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me- you will apologize to Dean Highbottom first thing this morning and hope he's smart enough to forgive you. Now, go."

You pull your bag back over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact with your little brother and your mother sat at the table as you walked out the door. It looks like you're walking today.

You make it to your first class, obviously not feeling too excited about the concept of speaking with the Dean. Coryo walks in just a few moments after you, stealing the seat at your side. You can't even look at him.

"Good morning." He whispers, pulling his textbook out of his bag. He's in good spirits it seems, but you know that won't last long. "You left in a hurry after the games yesterday, I was hoping we would celebrate together."

When you don't respond, he furrows his brow. Were you mad at him? Had he done something? "Wow, you're a ray of sunshine this morning, aren't you?" He asks, disguising his hurt as a joke. His intention was to come back to you after speaking with Tigris, he wanted to see if you would like to go for a walk or something and discuss everything. He didn't really have a plan, but he didn't want you to leave his side, not yet. The games had ended all too quickly, and you had yet to even discuss what had happened with the kiss you shared. He couldn't let you slip back into a routine of only seeing each other in class and during breaks, he couldn't bear the mere idea of it.

You slam your pen down on the desk, turning to look at him now. "We are in such deep, deep shit, Coriolanus." You hiss, taking notice of everyone looking at you so you quiet down.

"Your... your cheek." He just mutters, leaning in to look closely at the other side of your face and the maroon bruise that now adorned it. Even under your makeup he could see it. "What happened?" He reaches out to gently brush his hand over your jaw and you flinch away quickly.

You sigh, looking around quickly before leaning in closer to whisper to him. "They know, about the poison. We're done for, enjoy your final moments of freedom." You move away quickly as your professor starts speaking and the world begins to crash down around your best friend.

He sits back, face pale as his stomach turns. How could they know? They must have found the compact on Lucy Gray- it must not have been empty. Or was it the cloths in the tank? Those would be easier to find, probably, but how could they be traced back to you?

"We need to borrow Miss Y/L/N and Mister Snow, please." A peacekeeper says as he knocks on the open door frame, eyes quickly finding the two of you.

"It was nice knowing you." You sigh, quickly gathering your things and making your way down to the door.

He follows quickly behind, and for once, your classmates are silent.

A group of three peacekeepers lead you down a quiet hallway of the school, and stop at an open door gesturing for the two of you to enter.

"Ladies first," Coriolanus says softly, stepping aside for you to enter.

"Oh, so now I'm a lady." You scoff quietly, walking into the large open room, the high biology room, with nothing but a table in the center. The table is adorned only with the compact he had given to Lucy Gray, and two handkerchiefs. One of his, and one of yours. How did they get that?

"Kids." Dean Highbottom greets the two of you as the door slams shut behind you.

You open your mouth to speak, taking a breath and he stops you before you get the chance. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Y/N, but I don't want to hear it."

"No, I think you do." You protest, "Because my-"

"Your father?" He cuts you off. "What about him? Because I just got off the phone with him this morning, and judging by the state of your face, I would argue that I am in agreement with him."

You swallow, fighting the urge to look down and avoid his gaze. If you had any chance of walking out of here without being in too much trouble, you had to prove that you were not afraid.

"Don't you think that she's been punished enough?" Coryo argues, looking between the two of you.

"Coriolanus." He ignores his plea, tapping the table next to the compact. "How many times did I see your mother pull this from her handbag to check her face? Your pretty, vapid mother, who'd somehow convinced himself that your father would give her freedom and love. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say."

"She wasn't." Coryo protests, referring to the Dean's insinuations about his mother. You look at him, but he won't meet your gaze.

"Only her youth excused her, and, really, she seemed fated to be a child forever. Just like the opposite of your girl, here." He gestures to you. "Eighteen going on thirty-five, and a hard thirty-five, at that. Your songbird, too."

"She gave you the compact?" Coriolanus asks, the sadness of betrayal evident on his features at the idea of Lucy Gray handing it over.

"Oh, don't blame her. The peacekeepers had to wrestle her to get the thing. Naturally, we do a thorough search of the victors when they leave the arena." Dean Highbottom explains, tilting his head as he looks between the two of you. "So smart of her, to poison the water Dill drank and dust it over Treech the way she did. If I didn't know better, I would have thought I was watching you, Miss Y/L/N."

You take a sharp breath, making an effort to straighten your posture.

"She claimed that the poison was her idea, that the compact was nothing but a token." He adds.

"It was." You state, though he is likely speaking to Coriolanus.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you got your story straight." Highbottom nods at you, voice dripping in sarcasm. "But I don't believe you. Even if I did, what am I to make of these?" He taps next to the handkerchiefs now next to it. "One of the lab assistants found these in the snake tank last night. Everyone was baffled at first, checking to see if it was one of their own that they had dropped. Until we noticed the initials. Not yours. Your father's. So delicately stitched into the corner..."

You look at Coryo, who is fighting to keep a straight face through his urge to vomit. "Why haven't you made this public?" He asks.

"I know why." You say, crossing your arms and looking the Dean up and down, who just rolls his eyes.

"I was tempted," He ignores you. "Believe me, I was. But the academy, when expelling students, has a tradition of offering them a lifeline. As an alternative to public disgrace, Coriolanus, you may join the peacekeepers by the end of the day."

Coryo's heart drops, as does yours. "The other one, it's hers." He points suddenly to the other cloth, next to his father's. Your jaw drops. How dare he throw you under the bus like that?

"I was getting to that." The Dean sighs as you shoot glares into the side of Coriolanus's head.

"I didn't do that! He took my bag, he took it and put it in the tank- I didn't know anything!" You argue, and he once again raises a hand at you to shut you up.

"Coriolanus, you better hurry. The office closes in twenty minutes, if you run you can make it in time." Highbottom says to your classmate, who just nods and turns for the door. "Oh, and what's that?" He asks, looking up at the skylight. "It's the sound of Snow, falling."

Coriolanus glares at him, pacing quickly out of the door and slamming it behind himself.

You're in shock still over why he would do that to you, but you don't have the time to process it before the Dean is scolding you. "Now, what will happen to you, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "Be honest, did you know?"

"No, sir." You reply, giving a firm shake of your head.

"That's a shame. He really threw you under, huh?" He laughs, mocking you. "After what I saw the other day, I was expecting he would defend you tooth and nail... but no. I mean, he is a Snow, after all."

You don't say a word, just glaring at the man in front of you and waiting for him to tell you your fate.

"Anyway, if it was up to me, you would already be undergoing the necessary procedures to become an Avox. Oh, how I would love to see you without a tongue." He muses, sighing in disappointment. "But I know your father would be embarrassed so I think it best to leave your punishment in his hands, would you agree? Outside, of course, your expulsion."

"You can't expel me!" You shout, fists clenched around the sleeves of your coat.

"Enough of your tantrums, Y/N. You're too old for this. But, alas, you're right. I'm obligated to extend you the olive branch too." He concedes. "You are allowed to graduate under the condition that you work in service for the next ten years. Although keep in mind, your father won't like that."

"Fuck your olive branch! How dare you threaten me like this! I did nothing wrong, we won!" You fire off, practically twitching with anger at this point. "If you won't go public with it, I will! I've got nothing to lose now, the whole country will know what you and my dad are doing! What you're selling! I'll tell everyone! You'll be executed for treason!" You didn't even notice when you started grabbing anything you could reach and launching it in his direction until the peacekeepers were grabbing the back of your arms and dragging you away kicking and screaming. "You'll hang for this!"

You hardly make it to the door before you feel a stab in your neck, and the world fades to black around you.

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Sharing a smoke with Sanji.

Maybe just a quiet night in deck or stepping outside during a celebration.

It could be fluff or more. Like shot gunning the smoke or close to getting caught when things get more heated.

I don't know, Sanji smoking scenes/gifs have my mind spinning!!

PAIRING: OPLA!Sanji x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 600~

WARNINGS: alluding to smut (18+), smoking, flirting, post-coital cigarette sharing, vague setting/plot because I was too hyped on them locking lips lmao, etc.

A/N: I ADORE smoking (fiction smoking, lemme be clear, I don't condone smoking). It's just So Hot. Also, I'm convinced that Sanji would roll his own cigarettes. This was a little different from the request, but I hope you enjoy what I've come up with! Enjoy.

ALSO PSA I plan to start a Sanji series that will have a much higher word count, so as I make my way through requests they'll be on the shorter side so I don't overwhelm myself!

COMMENTS ENCOURAGED.

“So this is what you do.”

“Depends on who’s asking.” The freshly rolled cigarette sat on his lips. “Are you a friend or foe?”

“Depends.” You teased his words. His lips curled into a smile, moving as they had when you moaned his name.  “Are you going to share?”

You curled your toes, trying to hold back. Sanji was only a few steps away, arm dangling out your window with a smirk. He wanted you to cave, wanted you to beg him to feel him deep again. You were steadfast, staying within the warmth of the sheets, giving him nothing but an open invitation.

“And what do I get?” He hummed.

Sanji played along well to a game he didn’t know the rules to. He formed a habit of lingering. With each visit, he found it harder to leave and lie.  It was a reckless decision the first time inviting him to stay. Yet, the things you faced required something beyond your control

“Anything.”

He repeated your promise, smirking. It was becoming a look permanently etched on his face. If you hadn’t known any better, he looked smitten. The cigarette hadn’t even been lit yet, but your lungs were already tight as Sanji crept toward you.

“I’m sure you can be creative.” You provoked him further. The bed dipped beside you, but you were far too focused on how Sanji traced the cigarette over his lips in ritual before lighting it. “All you have to do is share.”

“I’m finding it hard to say no to you.” Sanji had a knack for choosing moments after intimacy to share his thoughts. They were always veiled by flirting, but it became simple to feel what he wanted.  

Now that he was closer, you could see the pink tinge on his cheeks. He was gentle-looking, with a few freckles littering his face, which could make just about anyone swoon. You were past the point of return, warmth in your stomach turning into dampness even lower.

“You think so?” You pulled him closer, toying with the lengthening hair at the nape of his neck. You loved how the smoke curled around you, encasing you both.

“Mhmm.” He took a drag just to push it through his nose. “Looking at me like that…” Sanji's eyes took their time taking you, free thumb tracing your bottom lip. “...Any man’s weakness.”

“Don’t be a tease,” You whispered. “There won’t be any left.”

“There’s plenty.” Sanji tipped your chin up gently as you followed his guidance eagerly. “But first, I want you to hold it for me..." If he could have anything, this would be it. Kissing you, breathing you in, and swallowing you whole. “...think you can do that?”

You nodded against his hand, barely in contact, as his free hand drew in a deep drag.

Sanji smiled down, leaning in, gently guiding your mouth open with his as he exhaled smoke past your waiting lips. You consumed Sanji’s senses for a moment. All he could feel was one of your hands coming to lay on his chest, your scent amongst the smoke, and the faint taste of something sweet on your lips. You breathed in, doing your best to take everything he offered into your lungs, as rich and intoxicating as the warmth it was attached to.

Sanji’s lips brushed yours for a moment longer. “Just like that…”

“Hold on, I don't think I have it yet.” Your voice matched his softness, your hand holding his jaw steady, keeping him from getting too far, “Show me again.”

[babygirl-diaz]

Look At Me

This is my first time writing smut for this pair. I am not a smut writer so please let me know what you think. Do I have a praise kink like Buck? Maybe I do.

***

Tommy was fully engrossed in his book when he heard a gasp. He looked up confused, to find Evan looking at him with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape.

"What?" Tommy asked as he looked at himself. "Is there something on my face?"

Evan nodded, dumbfounded, before going over to Tommy and getting into the bed. "The glasses." He pointed at Tommy's face.

That confused Tommy even more before he realized what Evan was saying. He couldn't help but chuckle at that. Of course, Evan had a thing for glasses. Maybe nerds were his thing. "You like my glasses?"

"No, I like those glasses on you," Evan replied and surged forward, kissing Tommy.

Tommy gasped into the kiss. Evan took the book from Tommy's hand and threw it somewhere.

"Hey, I was reading that," Tommy complained.

Instead of saying anything, Evan pushed Tommy down on the bed and climbed on top of him, beginning to rock against him, "I need you."

Tommy moaned and rested his hands on Evan's hips. "Yeah? How do you want me?"

"Right here, just like this, spread out under me, while you're wearing nothing but those damn glasses," Evan replied, making Tommy's breath hitch.

Things moved quickly as Evan undressed them. Tommy felt the cool air against his skin once he was naked, and he shivered, but that was also mostly from the heat of Evan’s gaze on his body. Once Evan stopped staring, he reached out and grabbed the lube from the side drawer. He spread Tommy's legs even wider and when he pressed two fingers inside him, Tommy let out a loud moan and tipped his head back, arching his hips off the bed. His breath quickened and he felt warm all over despite the cold breeze blowing through the window.  

As Evan fucked him with his fingers, his voice trembled as he said, "Fuck, you're so beautiful, spread out under me like this."

Tommy watched as Evan’s eyes roamed his body, his pupils blown wide open. "Only for you, baby," he managed to say. He moaned at the loss when Evan pulled out his fingers.

Evan grabbed Tommy's hair and made him look at him. "You're all mine, you hear me? Only. Mine."

Tommy’s throat went dry. He felt himself getting harder, and he could only nod. "All yours."

Evan smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss and soon Tommy felt the intrusion of his cock pushing inside him. He moaned into the kiss, which Evan swallowed, and kissed him harder.

"Evan," Tommy gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

Evan wasn't small by means and every time he fucked him, Tommy understood where he got the name firehose from.

Evan pushed until he bottomed out and then he was moving.

"Tommy," Evan whispered.

"Evan, just like that."

Tommy wrapped his legs around Evan's waist and felt him go deeper inside him. He wrapped his arms around Evan’s neck and pulled him closer. 

"Fuck, you always feel so good, baby," Evan said kissing his neck. He bit down on a spot that he knew was sensitive for Tommy and drew another loud moan from him. "Mine," he whispered against his neck.

"Yours.” The word made its way out of his lips without a second thought. He could feel himself get closer to his release because of the possessiveness in his boyfriend’s voice. 

Evan's hand wrapped around Tommy's cock and he stroked it in time with his thrusts.

"Evan, Evan, Evan..." A litany of his boyfriend's name escaped Tommy's mouth, making his voice hoarse.

"Well, since you said please so nicely..." Evan trailed off and smirked. He pulled out and slammed back inside Tommy.

Tommy screamed and grasped the sheets. "Evan, please, baby."

Evan started stroking his cock faster, stopping his thrusts for a few moments.

"No, don't stop. Baby, come on, please, move. Please."

"You're always so nice," Evan chuckled and started moving again.

Soon, Tommy came all over Evan's hand and his own stomach. Evan brought his fingers to his lips and licked them off one by one. "Mmmm... You always taste so good."

Tommy felt his cheeks heat up at that, "Do you have to do that?"

"Yes," Evan replied and increased the pace of his thrusts, making the bed rock back and forth. He gave Tommy another bruising kiss and Tommy knew he was close.

It wasn't long before Evan came inside Tommy while kissing him. "My babyboy," he whispered against his lips.

When Tommy came down from his high and could speak, he said, "I can't believe these glasses got you so turned on."

Evan gently kissed the tip of Tommy's nose. "Just when I think you can't get any hotter, you do."

[btsgotjams27]

between the lines | kth

summary: the boy you have a crush on loves to draw between the lines of your notebook.

✨ title: between the lines | ✨ pairing: taehyung x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff | college!au | ✨ rating: g | ✨ word count: 1.3k ✨ warnings: none (?) is this the first time this has happened?? lol at least i don't think there are any, if you find one lmk. ✨ a/n: thank you to @alphabetboyluvr for helping me with this fic title and the hubs for helping me draw some things! and happy birthday to taetae.

"Can I get a piece of paper? I forgot my notebook."

Without hesitation, you tore out a piece from yours and handed it to Kim Taehyung - the boy you had been crushing on since the first day of class. He first caught your eye when he showed up in a full-on suit, which you thought was odd, then on other days, he'll show up in a hoodie and sweats. He loved flip-flopping between the two styles.

"Can I also borrow a pen?" he asked with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, hoping you didn't mind him asking more of you.

You chuckled and shook your head. How could you say no to that face? So you began digging through your bag for a pen. "Are you always this forgetful?" you asked, pointing the pen at him, waiting for him to take it. But also, how does someone come to class unprepared? It's not like it's a surprise.

Taehyung smiled. "Yes," he said, plucking it from your grasp.

"Don't lose it. It's my favorite pen." You already felt you wouldn't be seeing your pen again. There was a twinge of regret in your heart when he clicked the pen and began scribbling away. God, he's going to use all the ink!

Your professor continued his lecture. Twenty minutes in, and you couldn't stop yawning. An eight o'clock class was just too early for anyone's brain to function, but you wanted to get this class out of the way. And you liked the rest of your day free from classes.

Since you were young, you have always doodled in your notebook—little stars or spirals in the corner. You couldn't draw to save your life, but it helped pass the time.

You covered your mouth as another yawn escaped - the third one in ten minutes. You straighten your posture, hoping it will help.

Taehyung looked over, watching you struggle to stay awake. He focused on the pen, and the top was adorned with a brown bear. He leaned into your personal space, taking his thumb and index finger, and squeezed the bear.

"What are you doing?" you whispered as he squashed the bear violently between his thumb and index finger.

"It's squishy," he said, marveling at the softness.

You yanked it away from him. It's not like you were writing anything important, you were doodling, but he was interrupting. And yes, you bought this specific pen because it was cute, squishy, and a good stress reliever.

"…Sorry," he mumbled, sinking back into his chair. He returned to his previous position, facing the front.

You scowled at him, looking at his paper; he had nothing written down. What was the point of you giving him paper and a pen if he wasn't going to use them? You ignored the cute boy with fluffy hair and continued doodling away — swirls, clouds, and stars filled the corner of your notepad.

The professor's words went in one ear and out the other as you mindlessly drew; from your peripheral view, you could feel Taehyung's eyes back on you. Then you could see his raised arm coming in your direction, his pen drawing a nine-square grid with a big X in the middle.

You turned to him, catching his smirk before returning to the grid, marking an O in the top right corner. The two of you continued until it was a cat's game, and you would not let him win. Turning to him, you playfully stuck your tongue out before returning your focus to your professor. But you should've known that Taehyung wasn't finished playing games.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take note of this section in the chapter because it will be on the next exam. This exam will be worth ten percent of your grade," said your professor.

You were ready to jot down the chapter he referenced but Taehyung nudged your hand, writing the letters: M.A.S.H.

God, he was relentless, wasn't he?

Growing up, you and your older sister used to play this silly game all the time. In the 'future partner' column, you wrote down your choices: Park Jimin — Taehyung's best friend, and Jeon Jungkook – Taehyung's roommate. And you were going to write down Yoongi, the TA but Taehyung knocked your hand out of the way, scribbling down his name.

The next column was the number of kids. The two of you took turns writing down numbers: 2, 99, and 4. You rolled your eyes at his 99. Imagine pushing out 99 kids? Is that even possible?

It was time to choose places you'd want to live. You'd always dreamt of Sydney and Paris, which you quickly wrote down before Taehyung wrote his choice — New York. His was also a good one, you couldn't complain.

Next was the type of transportation, and being the jokester he was, Taehyung scribbled a tandem bike, making you roll your eyes. Your choices were a Range Rover and, for giggles, a school bus. Taehyung snorted when he saw what you wrote.

You mouthed, "What"?

"Cute," he mouthed back.

You grinned at his comment. Did he mean you were cute or what you wrote was cute?

And lastly, was the column for future occupation. You paused to think as though this silly little game was real life, writing down tech bazillionaire. If you chose 99 children, you need to be able to provide for all of them. For the last two options, you let Taehyung choose: astronaut and art curator.

Now was the moment of truth, drawing the spiral to determine your fate. You elbowed Taehyung. "Tell me when to stop," you told him as you closed your eyes. With your pen to paper, you began drawing a spiral.

He leaned in, whispering, "Stop."

You opened your eyes, clearing your throat, when you realized how close he was to you. Looking at the spiral you drew, you counted seven lines and began counting and eliminating the written choices.

Taehyung snickered when his friends' names were crossed out, and you circled his name. "Guess we're getting married," he teased, licking his lips.

Honestly, you'd marry him in a heartbeat, no questions asked, given that you hardly knew the guy. It would help if you had a real conversation before letting him get on his knees.

You continued eliminating the choices written on the paper. Taehyung peered over to see the results of the silly game. He flashed a wide grin, chuckling softly. You guessed he was happy with the results, which concluded in a marriage to Kim Taehyung, with four kids, living in an apartment in Paris. The two of you would have to figure out the tandem bicycle as a mode of transportation because it wasn't suitable for a family of six. The occupation aligns more with Taehyung than it did with you. He was definitely artsier than your silly doodles on your paper. 

You peered over at him again, but he was focused on the professor. You wondered what other interests and hobbies he had and if he was a good flirt through conversations, not just on paper.

"Okay, class. I will see you on Friday. Please study hard, and if you have any questions, you can reach me via my office hours."

Finally, the class was over, and you were getting ready to gather your things, but Taehyung stopped you from closing your notebook.

"What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him as he scribbled something before closing it. He grinned as you watched him take off without saying a word. You wondered what his deal was

Half the class was already gone by the time you finished gathering your things. You flipped to the page the two of you had been writing on. Scanning the page, you saw what he wrote: I like you.

You had to give it to him. He knew how to make you blush with the simplest of things. Quickly, you grabbed your things to try and find him. You poked your head out the door, looking both ways before you spotted him. You caught his gaze just as he turned back.

"What about my pen?!" you yelled out after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "If you want it, come and get it."

[meanbossart]

Misc. Ask compilation

These aren't all of the asks I want to reply to, just some that I can answer relatively quickly to clean the ol' inbox out before things get out of hand. Thanks for your patience!

HAHAHA THANK YOU FOR PERUSING AROUND and for enjoying my work! I had a... Weird Gale experience my first playthrough which led to his characterization being what it is in my comics. Here's the beat-by-beat of all the shenanigans: https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/740827466716807168/alright-i-am-like-90-sure-there-is-one-line-in-a

And here's just some of my personal thoughts on him! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/736193145686114305/can-you-tell-me-more-about-how-you-would-make-gale

I would be lying if I said I'm not conflicted to know my style still bears some remnants of my edgy teen roots (not your fault not noticing it though, you aren't the first and won't be the last) BUT... That comic did mean a lot to me as a youth, so I guess I should be proud 🤷 and honestly it is a little cool that such a thing would survive for so long in what I do, crazy how that works.

LMAO, re: the bottom/top debacle, I was honestly so surprised to see people react to it like it's something novel. If I ever expected to get any push back on the matter, I thought it would be from people assuming DU drow was the top and taking issue with how violent and big he is (and yknow, some people are weirdly protective of Astarion as if he isn't a sneaky murder machine rippling with lean muscle)

Very disheartening to see that mindset still so alive and well among young people, but I guess it just means I gotta draw DU drow throwing more back and Astarion drooling over more ass until the stereotype is forcefully banished out of people's minds!

(more asks below the cut)

"Sleeper agent activation phrase" absolutely took me out, Thank you so much LOL

YEAH I got it pretty late though, Astarion had already told my durge that he was a vampire of his own accord (and the response was, of course, "no duh") I forgot wheter this happened before or after the first romance scene triggered, but I think after.

Since this was after DU drow decided he was gonna fuck him out of pure contrarian spite and was shamelessly laying it extremely thick, He happilly let Astarion drink his blood. Hell, he was probably a little Too Eager - the guy likes pain and he likes letting people he trusts do with his body whatever they will, and while he didn't yet trust Astarion at that point, that event might've very well reminded him of something from his past that planted a seed which would eventually grow into his genuine affection for the guy.

Ah, he definitely got a half-chub as it happened too. I'm sure Astarion noticed it and just walked off rolling his eyes and thinking "eugh of course" lmao.

Hello!!!

Oh man, I grew up fascinated with horror things. I remember from a very young age just looking at the covers and backs of horror movies at the film-rental even though I wasn't allowed to watch them. I was also easily scared but I sought those things out anyway - I think i just enjoyed the visceral reactions it drew out of me and was always curious about most things taboo.

When I got access to the internet that just opened a (very unfortunate) door to all things vile and awful like it did for so many people at that age in time. Though my tastes have changed a lot since then (Less August Underground, more The Devils kind of guy nowadays) my stories and art are just always going to fall into a horror-y category because I just... Don't think there's many better ways to showcase the human experience and emotional range without many of the elements native to the genre, and I'm all about that.

Thank you for your question and your sweet words, have a good week yourself!

I did a little write-up about that over here! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/742508493562593280/i-dont-have-a-particular-question-in-mind-sorry

That's the result of a scene that happens relatively early in the story I'm writing ("A Novel Experience" on Ao3).

{SPOILERS} DU drow accidentally passes out on a blade which puts a relatively deep gash on his hip. Meanwhile, Astarion is weakened and starved after certain events that transpired the prior night. They have a private exchange both in a somewhat hazy-state of mind and Astarion ends up prodding and prying at his wound while feeding, so it's a laceration and bite mark that just scarred over badly.

Elves apparently don't grow body hair so never LOL guess they'll just have to slip&slide up on each other for heat

[lazycats-stuff]

Jason Todd x male!reader

REQUEST: Ya it has to do with Jason Todd x Joker's son meeting in a club and alcohol heats things up between the two, maybe they had feeling for the other but ignored it? Also, PART 2 is here

This request was made by xweirdo101x, one of my followers. Thanks for the idea and let me know if this is okay. I may or may have not taken this in another direction...

The club was loud, packed with young people who were either dancing or drinking until the point of passing out. Jason simply sat at the bar, drinking his drink and enjoying the distance from the wasted crowd on the dance floor.

Not even Jason knew why he was here. It was spontaneous, seemingly out of nowhere. He didn't have anything to do tonight in regards to patrol. He didn't have any criminals to take down tonight. But he was slightly restless, so what better way to make that restlessness than going to the club?

It was little over midnight and Jason still wasn't able to get rid of that restlessness. He sighed and took a long sip of his drink. The alcohol burned, but it went down smoothly. He licked his lips and glanced around the club, a habit he couldn't get rid off. Although, a good habit and necessary for his... Profession, a term he always used loosely. There was no profession like his family's.

His head throbbed from the vibrations and now he wondered why he even came here. Upscale and posh clubs are not his favorites. So what drew him here? Who knows... And he maybe needs a night off...

He took another sip of his drink, finishing it. He called a bartender over, asking for a refill. The bartender nodded and started working on a refill. Jason took another glance at the crowd, eyes widening slightly once he saw a face he never thought he would see here. It was (Y/N), Joker's son.

He still remembers the shock he had when he found out. And Bruce was caught completely off guard too, he looked like he was going to have a stroke. That was the first time he saw Bruce drink. They did more research on (Y/N) and it turned out that he had nothing to do with Joker and it seemed like Joker knew nothing about (Y/N).

Jason checked him out. His (H/C) hair, his (E/C) eyes that shone differently underneath the club lights... And his body was just- Jason sighed and took a sip. No. That is the son of the man who tortured him, broke him... He can't think that way about him. Innocent or not, involved or not, he shouldn't think so about (Y/N).

He looked up to the ceiling for a moment, hoping for a sign. And sign came. The sign was (Y/N). He sat down next to Jason, completely unaware of Jason chaotic train of thoughts. What did fate have in store for him tonight?

He looked at (Y/N) from the corner of his eye. The photo that they found while investigating doesn't do him any justice. It should be a crime to be this pretty.

Jason blinked a few times. What the hell did he drink? How strong was this alcohol that it made him think that way? He looked down at the bottom of his glass, looking through the liquid.

You know what, what the hell. If something happens, then so be it. Another sip to ease his nerves.

" You come here often? " Jason asked the man next to him.

(Y/N) chuckled in response, turning to look at Jason.

" Really? "

" What? " Jason feigned innocence. " It's a classic one. You can't go wrong with a classic. "

" You are right, but the amount of times I heard that line is astounding. If I had a penny for every time I heard that, I would be filthy rich. " (Y/N) joked, taking a sip of his drink.

" Well, I was going to offer you a drink, but I don't even know your name. " Jason said, tilting his head.

" (Y/N). And you? "

" Jason. " He answered, calling a bartender over to order a drink. Jason order, guessing by the drink that (Y/N) had ordered before.

" So Jason, what brings you here tonight? I just can't see you as a guy who goes to clubs. " (Y/N) asked him, leaning back into the bar chair.

" And you are right. I felt... Restless tonight. " Jason trailed off, taking his glass, never taking his eyes of off (Y/N).

" And you? " Jason questioned (Y/N) now.

" I think I needed a night off, just to let loose and have fun. I had a stressful week at work. "

Jason hummed, nodding and then took a sip of his drink. He knows (Y/N) worked in a big company. It made him feel weird, knowing so much about (Y/N) and yet he doesn't. He felt like he was on a mission, like he had to take him down. He didn't like it. Forget don't like, he hated it.

" Can I ask where you work? Or is that considered creepy? " Jason asked, smirking a little.

" A shipping company. It's boring, but it pays well. You? "

Jason nodded. What was he going to say? I am Red Hood, a masked guy who runs around and beats criminals? Yeah, not happening.

" I work in security. "

" Would you believe me if I thought that you worked in that line of work. " (Y/N) said chuckling.

" Is it the muscles? " Jason joked, taking a sip.

" Well, yes and no. Yes, you need to be strong and in shape to work in a security, but the no part was from your gaze. You looked like you were... How to put it... It looked like you were on guard, like you can't really relax. "

Jason stared at (Y/N), tilting his head. (Y/N) was right. No matter where he is, he can't relax. He is always on guard. Curtesy of Batman and his training.

" How about we go dance? " Jason asked (Y/N), desperate to change the subject.

" Sure. "

They stood up, moving to the dance floor. The DJ has put on something heavy and sexy. (Y/N)'s back was on Jason's front, with Jason putting his arm around his waist. They grounded against each other. (Y/N) truly let loose, grinding against Jason's front. And Jason... Maybe he has to let loose to... Maybe he needs to learn how to let his guard down for a moment, just for a moment to enjoy life.

Just maybe...

Jason allowed his hands to wander down (Y/N)'s body, moving with the rhythm and the beat of the music. They danced like that, not caring for anything in the world. Jason closed his eyes, feeling the beat and (Y/N)'s body shape. Maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was the atmosphere and maybe it was (Y/N)...

Either way, he is going to let loose. Truly let loose.

(Y/N) turned around in Jason's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. He was smaller then Jason, almost by a head. Jason kept his arms around (Y/N).

The smaller male stood up on his toes, almost wanting to kiss Jason. Jason thought for a moment, before saying fuck it to himself. He leaned down, capturing (Y/N)'s lips. They were soft and he pushed his tongue into (Y/N)'s mouth. (Y/N) was compliant, allowing Jason to take the lead.

Jason didn't expect to find himself kissing the Joker's son. Far from it. He should have stopped when he asked to dance. He really should have.

He moved from (Y/N)'s lips as if they burned him. No, he can't do this. This is a mistake, probably the biggest one of his life.

" I can't do this, I can't... " Jason said to himself, turning from (Y/N) and essentially running from the club, not breathing until he was far enough from the club. What in the actual hell?

What the fuck?

He rubbed his face and sighed. What did he do to himself? No, WHY did he do this to himself? Why? He needs to get home, he needs to get to the the apartment and just... Forget about (Y/N). He truly needs to do that.

Maybe even go on patrol...

Jason shook his head as he walked back home. It was dark, the only light being the street lights. If only he could hide in that darkness, away from this situation. If only.

[bitacrytic]

On rewatching the show, I have only just realised that Joe was a fucking virgin? Oh my god. Ming, you ANIMAL!!!!!!!

When Joe said,

It just kind of drew a veil over my eyes because for some reason, I always assumed that when they were talking about virginity, they were talking strictly about him bottoming for the first time.

But no! Silly me, it's not.

Why did I think they were talking only talking about bottoming?

It makes so much more sense for Joe to be a virgin the way he's been behaving with Ming. I'm not saying all virgins are doormats, but Joe's situation is so much worse.

Imagine a touch-starved adult with low self esteem.

Just picture it.

He doesn't think he's a catch. He's a professional second fiddle. The one guy he liked ran so far away, he ended up in another country. And for some reason, he's made it into adulthood with no one pursuing him romantically.

No, really.

Joe is easy. I don't say this as an insult, but as a statement of fact.

He's had a condom sitting and waiting for the first person who walks into his house. Ming or not, whoever it was, he was going to let them sleep with him.

He met Ming for the first time that day. And yet he took him home, fed him and got into bed with him.

The only reason they didn't fuck was because Ming let go and laid down. If he'd pushed just a bit more, Joe would have let him. We know this to be true.

And all this happened before Ming said:

Because the irony of this statement is that -

1. Joe has never thought there was anyone not worth his attention so if Ming was putting himself down as not worthy of Joe's attention, Joe must have felt like he'd found a kindred spirit. And,

2. Ming asked Joe to keep it for someone he'd like to treat seriously. Which, ironically, in that moment, Ming was treating Joe seriously. He was trying to tell him the gravity or handing out his virginity to just anyone. To Joe, Ming was basically painting his own picture and telling Joe to pick Ming (which is not what Ming was saying at all)

So, even though Joe had brought Ming home because he was a desperate, pent up man, by the time they went to sleep, Joe's feelings had evolved to something else.

By the time they eventually had sex, Joe was gone.

And that was his first time.

No frame of reference. No prior knowledge. Nothing with which to compare whether or not anything Ming was doing was special.

I thought he'd had some experience which was why his behaviour was a bit weird to me.

But if no one had ever made it this far in pursuing Joe, if no one had ever cared enough to get jealous and possessive of Joe, then it makes sense that he trully believes that he's not worth it. That if he doesn't do as Ming says, Ming would leave.

And it's just so unfortunate that because he poured out his heart and history to a literal stranger on that first night, Ming is also very aware of this too.

[aquaquadrant]

Hi there. I’m going insane and it’s your fault. Like I discovered your absolute emotional masterpiece of a fanfic the other day and it’s all I think about anymore I’m so obsessed; I downloaded tumblr bc of you and I don’t really know how this site works but I do know how to click the ask button so that’s your problem now. I got words for you

First off: HOLy the writing and the voices are so good??? Like the characters say things the way their irl counterparts would say it? How?? Teach me your ways? Actually tho what did you do to learn to do that, is it innate, do you practice?

Second: “He wouldn’t have known the sight of Tango’s pale skin flushing bright red all the way down his chest.” That sentence just kinda stuck out to me from the last chapter… for some reason... anyways (idk what my point is here but it sure has got me thinking thoughts :P )

Third: I said I was obsessed, and I think it was an understatement. I didn’t study for my chem final because of this (still got an A tho so dw) and I went to bed for three days straight thinking about it and I woke up every morning thinking about it. (It took a solid hour to snap myself out of it when I actually needed to get work done lol) And on the plane ride home for break I drew some things so I’ll just leave these here if you don’t mind (umm ignore the tango faces on the first page and his left hand on the second, there's something Wrong™ about them I gotta practice, ok?)

idk if the formatting is good or whatever but here they are

As you can see I love love love the scene after the nightmare. If I remember correctly, Tango started wearing the gloves to protect his claws so they could heal after he escaped, and then when Jimmy gets hurt he just instinctively gives them to him?? Hello, the symbolism??? Tango just surrenders his own protection, both physically, because he would rather protect Jimmy, but also emotionally bc it immediately reveals what he considers a flaw in himself, monstrous, hideous. And Jimmy sees him throw the walls up again, “He quickly shoves the gloves at Jimmy, moving to get up. “I’ll uh, I’ll get another pair tomorrow-”” but Jimmy won’t let him, instead looks at what could be considered Tango’s entire soul —his trauma, his Hels origin, the feral, blaze side of him, the side that lies and hides and lashes out at any who get too close, the “ugliest” parts of him —and loves him despite it? Even sees the beauty in him? Yea, no, I’m normal about that—

Anyways idk how long these things are supposed to be but I have a couple more thoughts so you’re still stuck with me. Ummm let’s see… I adore your impulse design. So I’m taking that, thanks. (If that’s ok) also was thinking about how Jimmy would wear shirts with the wings getting in the way (see bottom of 2nd pic), and then thought maybe that’s why he’s so good at embroidery or sewing in general, cuz he has to make custom clothes. And then I thought what if he made some *cough* outfits and had Tango judge them… or asked for help putting on/taking off a particularly difficult shirt... haven’t had time to draw that yet but ya know… one day. Aaaaand the blaze rods could theoretically make a pretty cool fire crown when Tango's angry, also blazes do damage when you touch them, but I don't think you get set on fire? So it must be the blaze rods themselves doing damage, so I imagine when Tango's fighting they swirl around him both to attack whoever gets too close and to block any incoming projectiles (see middle left of 1st pic). +gradients on the blaze rods :]

Last thing, I showed my sister the fic last night and she’s already read through it twice so you’ve infected two of us. We were theorizing on what’ll happen next chapter. We both think that the others will piece together, to some extent, Tango’s backstory before they figure out how to remove the collar, what with the cuffs he wears, the comments Atlas made about a farm, Atlas’s mentioning about using Jimmy that way for his feathers, etc etc. and the comment that Tango can hear everything? Yea, no, when that collar comes off he’s gonna be distraught, I’m wagering that everything immediately bursts into flames around him or something (cuz that’d be cool). I think he'll probably try to run away, too, but we'll see

Anyways, that’s not all my thoughts but this is getting pretty long, so maybe I’ll send another ask later if that’s alright. Have a good day! Post again soon! Please. Please I'm begging you. For my sanity plea-

(actually tho take ur time. quality is worth it, and this is nothing but quality)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg welcome. this was genuinely SUCH a lovely ask to read, but i wanna take the time to properly answer it so i’m gonna continue under the cut cause boy can i ramble

first off: HELLO, you got a tumblr bc of HTP?? incredible. i’m honored that this gay angsty little block man au was your introduction to the hellsite (affectionate). and don’t worry, i welcome asks no matter the length (tho i might not get to everything in a timely manner)

second of all: i’m SO happy you enjoyed my character voices. that’s definitely something that’s taken a bit of practice, especially for more understated characters that don’t have super obvious or unique vocal traits/vernaculars. i find it helpful to a) have spent a decent amount of time watching the source material and b) always go over my dialogue with the character’s voice in my mind, and see if it sounds like something they’d actually say. ofc, sometimes liberties can be taken based on the plot/setting of a fic but generally i spend a lot of time and effort on getting character voices right, so i appreciate the appreciation <3

thirdly: i like that particular sentence too ;0

fourth: THAT ART THO??? oh man. impulse looks amazing (i’ve always loved demon!impulse and gotta credit @lunarcrown for bringing that vision to life 💃) and the wings are SO well done, like you conveyed that leathery thin bat skin texture perfectly. the various tangos are SICK, i luuuuv seeing him in full blaze rage mode, using those blaze rods to their full effect. and those hands… goddamn. not only do i respect the hand anatomy but the ROSES… the shackles and their metallic texture… the gradient on tango’s claws… chef’s kiss 💋👌 and THANK YOUUU the post-nightmare scene was one of my favorites from that chapter, and you’ve summed it up beautifully.

moving on: as with all of lunar’s designs, she’s happy to inspire so BEHOLD, DEMON IMPULSE UPON YE (that’s a yes from both of us LOL) i love ur idea about jimmy making custom shirts to work around his wings, that’s one of those little details i never put much thought into but it fits so nicely with him being into embroidery. so jimmy def makes a lot of his own clothes (and occasionally some for tango), co-signed and approved. and ur on the right track about tango’s blaze rods- most of his defensive fire comes directly from them, doing that crazy swirly fireball thing that actual blaze do, but he does also have the ability to produce fire from his hands, he just doesn’t do it often. it takes a bit more concentration and practice, and he spent so long trying not to use his abilities that it doesn’t come second nature to him anymore. he was way more of a fire starter as a kid in hels.

last but not least: AWW it’s so sweet u got ur sister into the au (lord knows i’ve dragged mine into many a fandom 😂) glad y’all enjoyed it so much, AND now u have someone to theorize with 👀 i won’t say anything more on the matter other than i hope to get the next chapter out over the next couple weeks, so stay tuned…

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

New recruit

[A/n:This is about my oc, so this guy, but I know you guys probably don't want to read about just my oc, so I'm adding you in too 😃, also your 5'7 in this just to be clear]

Summary:I come to the 141 base to talk to their captain but some mistaken me as a new recruit

Type:Scenario: Drew(me) + 141 + Los Vaqueros + M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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Walking into the base was a man, a tall one. At first you'd think it's just the angle. No, there was someone next to him that barely went to his elbow. Soap looked over at Ghost eyes wide and mouth open, Ghost just stared at him with furrowed brows. Gaz nervously laughed.

"It's probably just the angle, um, Ghost! You should go see what's up"

Gaz looked at Ghost who glared at him, giving him a thumbs up Ghost glare harden before he got up. Walking over to the man who was looking around, seemling looking for someone. As Ghost got closer he looked over the man, he had dark green hair, that was kinda like a mullet but more like a Mohawk. He had circle glasses, along with a black mask, that only covered the bottom of his face, with what looked like leather straps attached to the mask, he had multiple piercing on his face, his nose, eyebrows, ears. Probably his mouth to. He was wearing a military vest with a green turtle neck underneath, the sleeves were rolled up, showing his tattoos, one a melted rose, one peeking out of his rolled up sleeve, that Ghost couldn't make out, another looked like a symbol of some kind, and on his left hand fingers were arrows, one on each finger, along with a bow on his palm. He was wearing baggy cargo pants, it seemed the pockets were filled with various items, he was wears thign straps, along with a gun holster, and a belt that the man definitely didn't need. He was wearing black combat boots. The shorter man next to him had h/c, and had a small hair clip, he also had a military vest on, but with a short sleaved gray shirt, it had some kind of design that was hidden by the best. He had on plain jeans with tan military boots. Looking up at the green haired man, the shorter one seemed to be in awe. When Ghost got to them both, the taller man didn't notice at first. Ghost made a ahem cough, getting the man's attention. Looking down his glasses shifted down on his nose.

"Are you a new recruit?"

Ghost asked, watched as the man chuckles.

"No, but you must be Ghost?"

The man asked, analyzing Ghosts figure. Ghost just nodded.

"Well, I'm Drew. Captain Drew Giver, this near is Sergent Y/n L/n. I'm hear to talk to your Captain, Captain John Price."

Ghost eyes widen when he heard you were a Captain, he didn't expect that. Ghost turned around and pointed.

"That's where you'll find the captain, he should he over there."

Drew looked over at you.

"Y/n, I'm gonna go talk to the captain, you can do whatever until I get back, just don't die on me"

Chuckling you nodded up at your captain as he nods back before turning around. Giving a small thanks to Ghost he patted him on the head, walking where Ghost pointed. Looking at you, Ghost looked you over before walking away. He didn't have anything else to say. Going off and doing your own thing, Drew had a captain to find.

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[A/n:I didn't go into to much detail about y/n's looks because that's up to you guys, and I'm not you so I can't really say. I hope you enjoyed]

[internals1ut]

Could we get Leo power bottom content 👉👈

(Any pairing would do, maybe male mc..? :3c)

I am so happy for a request for Dom!Male/MC so I can also introduce this -

When I say Male MC this is who I am thinking of. I drew him, his name is Cosmos. That's gonna be our Male MC for this blog -

But you can also view as Male MC however you want, this is just how I view him and I love him so much because I just started to watch New Wish and I did love Cosmos as a kid so now this boy needs a Wanda... Maybe Leo can be Wanda 👀💘

I hope you guys like him as much as I do,

Now

Onto the blog -

18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

Leo is the type to talk a whole big game before anything starts. Mostly because it comes to a surprise to him that it had led to this ---- Are you kidding me?! He knows EXACTLY what he was doing from the moment he opened his big mouth of his!

His hands will often graze softly over MC's crotch as a way to tease him and to tell him that he is ready to have sex. And if he doesn't get what he wants soon he is going to have a fit about it before or afterwards depending on how late his advances ended up being.

Once they are finally in the room together, Leo will take MC and kind of lead them to the bed. It will start off as casual make out before it gets more heated and their bodies start to rub up against each other.

Leo's back will press against the pillows as he unbutton his pants saying that is all he will do and for MC that he'll need to do the rest. At least he unbuttoned his pants what a gentleman...

MC will be the one who takes it off and watches as Leo gets hard. He took off his own pants and tried to slide inside, but Leo placed his foot in his face with a snarky laugh. "Please! You think you can just casually stick it in?! Bitch please! Suck my dick like you are going to worship it"!

MC rolled his eyes as he moved away from Leo's foot and opened his mouth and took in Leo's dick in his mouth before spoiling the grey hair guy get whiney in need.

Leo moans softly as he weakly watches from his eyes half open and he rocked his hips into MC's mouth almost like he wanted to choke MC a little.

MC gave a soft glare at Leo when Leo was pretty much throat fucking him. He pulled away when he assumed he was done, Leo was so kind enough to let him slip inside, finally. Isn't Leo so kind!

Leo wrapped his legs around MC and smirked softly. "Come once make my legs numb ~ And don't stop until my legs are trembling, if you fail to do this, I'll be sure to let everyone know that your dick was so small you weren't able to make me feel good"~

That kind of pissed off MC. Leo would do that... Wouldn't he? MC pushed inside which earned a small hiss from Leo. "Asshole! Don't shove in so rough"!

"But I thought you like it rough"~

Leo blushed softly as he could feel himself squeezing on MC who was already inches inside him . "F-Fuck okay! Move faster then"!

"Sure if you ask me nicely"~

"F-Fuck that! "

"Oh then I guess we will move nice and slow"~ MC chuckles as he moves slowly inside even though it was torture for him too he loved seeing Leo's smartass slowly turn into a needy mess.

"F-Fuck fine... Hurry and move faster"..!

"No I don't think so, you don't seem like you meant it".

Leo whines out. "Fuck... Please... Move faster, I need it.. Come on.. "

"Well I guess I can be a little nice to you"~ MC held Leo's hips as he moved faster and a little rougher inside Leo. Leo moaned as his back arched slightly with his hips glued to the bed from MC's hands.

Their time continued for five rounds until Leo couldn't anymore, he was a sobbing mess, his body was sticky from his sweat and cum fluids that dripped on him.

The sixth and last round, Leo cum on his own and then MC pulled out before rubbing it out and came on Leo's face.

Leo licked the corner of his lip where it landed before smirking a little. "G-Good boy~ you did good you know ~ he pulled MC down to lay with him before he showered him with kisses.

Thank you for reading sorry for he seems more bratty than a powerbottom I tried I swear 🥺

Don't forget to come and join the discord on @internalscream1ng carrd

[brooklynisher]

Here's a bunch of old sketchbook doodles I made y'all

Stick around bc this includes my first SPG drawings!! (Before I joined Tumblr)

Riveting start

I'll start off with little drawings I made of myself. And my god do you see what I'm doing with the anatomy? Do you see how tiny those joints are? That's horrific. Why did I build everyone like that? But Yugo is where I began to find my art style. Will love them forever for that. I've got to go back to simple-shaped heads one of these days and blush/eyelashes on everything

We've got some lovely Smile For Me-related doodles. First is a Flower Kid design. Second was not smile for me specifically, but Face Love (by the same devs). And the last two were my earlier attempts at making comics and scenes. Ft. lancer for some reason.

Here are a couple of abandoned OCs. Pretty boy (Basil) is supposed to be yellow. We've all had that OC whose only trait was being a hot person and that's what he was all about. Didn't develop him much in terms of character which is sad because I kinda like his design. He was created when I was doodling random designs in FireAlpaca. I'll have to show the other doodles in a different post (If you are interested).

THIS GUY I WOULD LIKE TO BRING BACK! Might be kinda basic in terms of like "Weird Core" designs but I still love him. His plot keeps changing though because his design is so strange yet so simple to the point where I could put him in just about any world I wanted to had I gotten bored of the old one. Which is silly bc he's just a depressed news anchor man.

Anyway bc of that, Basil used to be his bf, but isn't anymore. He got replaced with fat peppermint man who fun fact: was inspired by the song Brass Goggles BEFORE I even got into SPG and learned what it was about! How silly is that! Peppermint boy is technically my first SPG OC!

She was a fun one, but I abandoned her too. I think she was too influenced by Frye's character from Splatoon. She was a warrior of sorts. Sort of tribal I suppose. She spoke fast, and in her tribe's language, so many people struggled to understand her. She was very bouncy too. Jumping all over the place. If you know Frye, you'll probably notice that they're a bit too similar to each other. That's usually why I abandon my OCs. When they're too similar to another.

Critter I doodled. Not really an OC, but I still think she's cute

Don't ask me about the first guy. The girl was a mii that was born in Tomodachi Life! Her name is Lily. She is the child of Kris (Deltarune) and Hatsune Miku. She looks silly which is why I love her.

I'm Picasso. Kinda vibe with this ngl. Not sure if I could ever turn this into anything though

Here are some low-effort doodles. Enjoyed the design of the big lady more than I thought. I was practicing drawing bigger bodies at the time. Joints are still KILLING ME but it's not bad considering I had the worst anatomy method imaginable

Here are some higher-effort doodles. Aside from the abhorrent anatomy (WHY DOES THE PIG ZOMBIE HAVE TWO DIFFERENTLY SIZED SHOULDERSS????) I quite like these critters. That mermaid girl had lore too. She could control the dead of the sea. She was lowkey evil. Never turned her into anything though. Also, you can see by that guy at the bottom of the first one, that Bunny's art was starting to take an influence on me.

Lots of stuff going on over here but LOOK! MY VERY FIRST SPG FANART! IT'S OF VI POINTING AT AN APPLE AND YELLING AT IT

I was inspired by Bunny to make these monster-ish-looking people

More thingies! There's the goopy robot which I initially drew as a first attempt at drawing a robot, but then I made it black and goopy bc that's what it was giving. The star guy appears and disappears a few times. I think I wanted to keep them, but the design was very similar to LightLazer so I felt a bit weird about drawing them.

More robot shenanigans. First time drawing Rabbit and The Spine! Cannot believe that my first Spine drawing was in a dress oh my god.

More Bunny-inspired drawings and I'm REALLY kinda digging that weird tiny robot critter. Looking at it now, it's kinda like Spring in a few ways, but it's also completely different from Spring in so many other ways. The limbs are retractable. I kinda like this thing actually. I Oughtta do something with it.

These ones are more SPG-specific. You'll have to forgive me, most of these are from memory. Don't ask me why Rabbit looks like David Bowie in the first one.

And finally, some Rabbit and Spine doodles! Rabbit's doing the "Hey Andy Sweetie" meme. I could totally reattempt drawing that today actually.

Anyway, hope you had fun. I did. Ugh this is so sillyy

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 16

Previous Chapter

Shino: Heath. Has Vespa told you anything?

Heath: Yeah. I think I…sort of have an idea of what happened at the bottom of the sea now. Vespa, this is the dragon, right?

Vespa: …! …!

Heath: And these are the mermaids… And this is Balthazar, the tyrant that trapped the mermaids?

Vespa: …! …!

Shino: I get it. So this Balthazar guy locked up half of the mermaids. The sea dragon was originally your friend, but when Balthazar showed up, he allied himself with that guy instead.

Vespa: …! …!

Shino: (So we gotta exterminate a Northern wizard and a dragon. Time for me to make a name for myself. I can't wait to get out there.) (…is what I'd like to say, but our teacher isn't acting like himself, and none of the Northern wizards are around.) (Which means our firepower amounts to me, Arthur, and Nero…and Cain, I guess?) (If things don't go well, I've got a feeling the battle is going to end up hinging on me…) (I'll go to the wizards' market in a bit to make sure I've got everything in order first… What will we need to take on the ocean?) (Lennox… His magic is weak, but he's still strong. He's probably fine, but…) (There's also Shylock and the twins to think about…)

Heathcliff: Is there a particular reason you only drew Balthazar's face and nothing else about him?

Shino: Isn't she just slacking off? I'll draw the body.

Vespa: …! …!

Shino: Ow, hey! What are you getting mad about? I'm not just gonna scribble something.

Faust: Has Vespa told you what happened?

Heathcliff: Mr. Faust! Yes, I've got all the important parts.

Faust: Good. Summarize the highlights for me. We're going to go consult with Figaro.

Heathcliff: Alright. Shino, Vespa, I'm going to be leaving for a bit.

Shino: Gotcha.

Vespa: …

Shino: …Hey. You've been staring at Heath this whole time.

Vespa: …

Shino: You can't do that.

Vespa: …?

Shino: Heath's nice, and he's beautiful. I completely understand falling for him… But he's the son of a big-name noble. One day, he's gonna be the lord of a castle even bigger than this one. Weirdos like us can't be traipsing along after him.

Vespa: …

Shino: … …Yeah, I didn't think you were gonna say anything. It's fine if you like Heath. I'll be cheering for you.

Vespa: …! …!

Shino: Now what are you drawing. This is…me?

Vespa: …!

Shino: And this is you?

Vespa: …!

Shino: And this is… Ahaha. What's this supposed to say? Both you…and I… Aren't weird…

Vespa: …!

Shino: Both you and I…and Heath… Are you trying to say he doesn't think we are, either…?

Vespa: …! …!

Shino: …You're right, Vespa. Thank you…

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Nero: The people in the castle are all in a tizzy, too…

Borda Castle Servant: Princess… I mean, my lord! The island residents are approaching the castle. The area around the gate is in chaos. Are we to receive them or turn them away?

Dianne: I know! Give me some time!

Borda Castle Servant: You said that earlier as well… Lady Dianne…! …Ahh…

Nero: What's up? She's the current lord of the castle, ain't she?

Borda Castle Servant: Th…this is, well… You see, Lord Sage's Wizard, the Merchants' Guild and the island residents are frightened by the ongoing incidents, and have come to call upon the castle for aid… They are awaiting the lord's answer, but she has yet to decide what to do…

Nero: …The residents are worried, too. Make 'em wait too long and that worry is gonna turn into panic.

Borda Castle Servant: As you say, sir… Perhaps the role of lord is too much for the princess who used to be called cry-baby Dianne…

Nero: Cry-baby Dianne?

Borda Castle Servant: My apologies. There's no need for me to be regaling our guests with stories like this. Sigh…

Claudia: I'm sorry she's causing you so much trouble. I'll speak with Dianne.

Nero: Good plan. Ask her about these mysterious disappearances, too.

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Faust: Figaro.

Figaro: Faust…

Faust: We know the person controlling Lennox's body. The Northern wizard, Balthazar. It's probable that he appeared in the waters here around the same time as <the Great Calamity> started drawing closer. He's taken over the mermaid society here and kidnapped residents of the island. He's using a sea dragon for his purposes, too. It seems like he's also got an unhappy past with Shylock, and… Figaro?

Figaro: …Yeah, I'm listening.

Faust: You are aware that he's taken over Lennox, right? Your friend. I plan on heading to the bottom of the ocean. I have no illusions about being able to defeat a dragon, but I'm not just going to let Leno's head get taken.

Figaro: Yeah, true…

Faust: …"Yeah, true"?

Figaro: Ah, no! I'm really listening to what you're saying. I'm just thinking about things…

Faust: … …No, I'm sorry. I know that what's happened to Snow is weighing on you, too.

Figaro: Faust… I'm sure you're just as upset about your dear servant being taken.

Faust: Of course I am. I plan on tearing the culprit limb from limb. Not that Lennox is my servant anymore… But there's still no one with as pure a soul as his. Aren't you angry about what's being done to him?

Figaro: …

Faust: Figaro?

Figaro: Well…

Faust: Lord Figaro.

Figaro: Yes.

Faust: Look me in the eyes.

Figaro: Okay…

Faust: Why aren't you looking at me? What aren't you telling me?

Figaro: …

Faust: (…He always possessed such a sense of dignity in the past, but now, it's possible for him to look this weak…) (I wonder if I just never noticed before.)

Figaro: …It's my fault.

Faust: Your fault…?

Figaro: Well, it's my and Oz's fault. We stole Balthazar's territory and drove him West. That was when he turned into a thorn in Shylock's side. And now, he's causing problems for Lennox…

Faust: …

Figaro: I'm sorry he got wrapped up in all of this.

Faust: Then you do know Balthazar. Like what kinds of magic he can use?

Figaro: Only what he used centuries ago.

Faust: Then tell me. You can't leave Snow's side until morning, right?

Figaro: Hold on… This is a Northern wizard we're talking about. One that's got a dragon in tow. Are you planning on fighting a dragon?

Faust: Lennox and Shylock are in danger. I'd be happier if we had the Northern wizards backing us up on this, but…

Figaro: …What to do… This is because I crossed the line with Mithra…

Faust: Crossed the line? About what?

Figaro: …

Faust: …Why aren't you saying anything? Why didn't you immediately tell us everything you know about Balthazar? Do you not want to save Leno? Is there more you're keeping quiet about?

Figaro: I do want to help him! It's just… I've been…running away from something I should've been facing. From who I used to be.

Faust: … I'm still running. Thank you for speaking with me.

Figaro: …You're not going to keep yelling at me?

Faust: The Northern way of living is different from my own. As someone who's never lived that prideful way of life, I have no place to blame you for how you lived. But…

Figaro: But?

Faust: I also spoke with Rutile and Mitile. They're beside themselves over Lennox. If you're going to apologize to anyone, apologize to them.

Figaro: You're right…

Faust: I will bring back Lennox… I'll bring back your friend. No matter what methods I have to use to do so.

Figaro: Faust, wait. If you're planning on going alone, I'm going to stop you. You need to cool down and go with the others.

Faust: …I'm perfectly calm.

Figaro: You absolutely are not. Ever since we reunited you've been willing to mouth off and tell me you'll kill me or curse me…

Faust: I… I'm deeply sorry about that.

Figaro: But you really meant it when you said you want to rip him apart. The blood's rushed to your head.

Faust: …

Figaro: Lennox isn't only yours anymore. He's everyone's comrade. Everyone wants to save him, no matter how dangerous it is. Rely on your comrades and students. I'll talk to Mitile and Rutile, too. I'll tell them I'm sorry for being why all of this is happening. And I'll ask them to help me, too.

Faust: … …Alright. Thank you for the advice.

Figaro: I'm the one who should be thanking you. Faust… I don't have a very good impression of the ocean. Be sure to keep your guard up.

Faust: I will. But, Lord Figaro. Have you ever looked at the ocean after a storm has passed? The moonlight makes a path on the water. I'm sure that path will guide us to victory.

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Riquet: What's wrong, Oz? Why are you gathering the Central wizards? Do you have a plan for rescuing Shylock and Lennox?

Oz: … I have something I wish to tell you all.

Arthur: …

Oz: There was once a Northern wizard who held quarrel with me, named Balthazar. I had thought I had turned him to stone, but I failed to finish the job. Balthazar has used Lennox's body to spirit Shylock away, to the ocean floor. I have heard there are a dragon and many mermaids also under Balthazar's command. I should have been able to bring this to an end by my own hand. But as it stands, I presently cannot use magic.

Cain: Even with the Sage around?

Oz: …The Sage called the dragon their friend.

Riquet: The one that was flying in the sky? So it really wasn't a bad dragon after all.

Arthur: A bad dragon?

Riquet: The townspeople were afraid that the dragon was going to attack the island. But if it's a friend of Master Sage, then it's a good dragon, yes?

Oz: This is not a matter of good or evil. The dragon very nearly killed Snow. Snow and White killed the dragon's brother.

Riquet: …Oh, no…

Oz: But the Sage called the dragon their friend. I will not force them to harm their friend.

Arthur: Lord Oz…

Oz: You also called the rabbits I caught for your dinner your friends, and wept for them…

Arthur: I didn't think you'd want to talk about…the past, Lord Oz…

Oz: …I never said I wanted to. There are many things that I wish I could forget, or that I had never known in the first place. However… I cannot feign ignorance if all of you are to be caught up in it. Arthur, Cain, Riquet. I am sorry for involving you.

Arthur: Lord Oz…

Oz: Arthur, Cain. I intend to free Lennox and Shylock from Balthazar's control. Will you aid me in this?

Arthur: Yes!

Cain: Of course. Let's all work hard together! Oz… I never imagined that you of all people would ask us to help you. It's an honor. Thank you.

Oz: You are a person I can rely on. Riquet. You will stay here, in the castle.

Riquet: But…

Oz: Figaro and Snow will be remaining here. I believe Mitile will do the same. Are you aware of the events that have been occurring on Borda Island?

Riquet: Yes… A pillar of fire rose up from the edge of a mountain at the southernmost part of the island. Mitile, Rutile, and I all saw it. The townspeople were trembling with fear.

Oz: It is possible that Borda Island will become a target while we are at the bottom of the sea. As Figaro needs to continue Snow's treatment, he alone remaining behind will not be enough.

Riquet: …I understand. So we need to protect the townspeople if anything happens, right?

Oz: Will you?

Riquet: Yes.

Oz: Ordinarily, I would not be asking such a thing of a wizard as young as you. But I have faith in you. Are you nervous, Riquet?

Riquet: A bit… But it's fine. I will help you. Thank you for talking properly with us. If you are willing to speak so openly and need my strength… Then I will always, always give it to you. If you can say "I'm sorry" and "thank you" properly… Then I will accomplish any task you place before me, no matter how difficult.

Oz: Riquet…

Riquet: After all, that's what I'm here for.

Oz: …I'm sorry.

Riquet: You're supposed to say "thank you" here. Come on, say it.

Oz: Thank you.

Riquet: Ehehe. Prince Arthur, Cain, please do your very best and save Lennox and Shylock. I'll be cheering you on from here!

Arthur: Yeah!

Cain: Just leave it to us!

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Mitile: …Leno was captured by an evil wizard…?

Figaro: Yes… His body has been taken over. Shylock was spirited away by the same person, and we don't know where he is right now.

Rutile: Oh no… How could this happen to him…

Figaro: I kind of…well, some stuff went on between me and the wizard in question back in the day. He hates me for it. And Leno and Shylock got caught up in all of this because of it, too.

Mitile: How could anyone hate you, Dr. Figaro… He must be a really terrible wizard. You only do good things, Dr. Figaro, unlike those Northern wizards. Even if your jokes go a little too far sometimes…

Figaro: Yeah… …No… I was in the wrong this time. I'm pretty sure I was. It's no wonder he hates me, really.

Mitile: Really…?

Figaro: Yeah…

Mitile: …

Rutile: …Is it not possible to apologize and try to make up with him? A relationship crumbling because of arguments is always a tragedy, so if it's possible…

Figaro: Yeah… I feel like it might just piss him off even more, but the next time I see him, I'll try to apologize…

Rutile: …I'm sorry. I don't even know the details of what happened between the two of you, and yet I still tried to butt in…

Figaro: It's fine. Thank you for trying to come up with a solution instead of getting mad at me. Mitile, I want you to stay here. Rutile, do you think you could go with the Eastern wizards? I think Faust is going to be looking for Leno. I'd like for you to help him out.

Rutile: Of course. I'll do my best to make sure we get Leno back safe and sound.

Figaro: Thanks. …I'm sorry. I'm causing problems not only for Lennox, but for you two, too.

Mitile: No… It's fine.

Figaro: Mitile…

Mitile: It's like, how can I put it… You've never really let us do much for you…

Rutile: Now that you mention it…

Mitile: So getting to actually do something for you is making me a little happy.

Figaro: …

Mitile: If I meet this wizard, I'll be sure to tell him all about all your good parts, Dr. Figaro. Maybe he'll get angry about it, but… I want to tell him about how kind you are, about how many patients you've saved… That's how I feel, at least.

Figaro: …Mitile… …Goodness, really… Really, why did I do those things before we ever met…

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Rustica: Murr.

Murr: Rustica, Chloe.

Chloe: Are you still mad?

Murr: Huh? Me, mad? Was I angry?

Rustica: Yes, you were. In fact, I was quite startled to see you angry, Murr. And so I fell for you even more.

Murr: Ahaha! I love the two of you, too.

Chloe: I love all of you, too! I don't know if we can beat that Northern wizard and a dragon, but we're still always going to be Western wizards. That's what Shylock taught me. Passion is what's most important for Western wizards. And my heart has been repeating something to me, over and over, as passionately as it can. "There's no way we're letting Shylock get taken like that." So, we've just gotta go and get him. I'm scared… And I might try to run away, but…

Rustica: That's just fine.

Chloe: Yeah…! I believe in everyone.

Rustica: If you've got that settled, then it's time for us to talk strategy with Master Sage.

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Heathcliff: How did the strategy meeting go, Mr. Faust?

Faust: We're going to save Lennox and Shylock. We're also going to look for the cintamani stone of medicine to neutralize the poison in Snow. The stone in question was given to Melissa, the Western witch who wanted to find the end of the ocean, though…

Shino: Hey, Heath, isn't that…

Heathcliff: Yeah, it's pretty similar to what Vespa told us, I think…

Nero: What d'ya mean? Lemme see what she drew.

Heathcliff: Here… I'm pretty sure this is a drawing of a sunken ship… Balthazar is making the mermaids search for somewhere similar to this drawing.

Shino: Isn't that backwards? One of the mermaids must have found this place, and Balthazar wants to know where it is, too.

Faust: Which means their side is also looking for the cintamani stone…?

Nero: Hey, miss mermaid. Do you know where this is?

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Her right hand!

Faust: You know where it is?!

Shino: I wonder. She seems so confident that maybe she doesn't. Earlier she said she could draw a crab, but it didn't look like one at all… Ow, hey, don't bite me!

Heathcliff: (She reminds me so much of Shino…)

Nero: (She's super Shino-like…)

Faust: (How very Shino of her…) Can you lead us to this location?

Vespa: …? …!

Shino: She's tilting her head while raising her hand.

Faust: Nero does the same thing when he's making a guess during lessons.

Nero: Then you really don't know where it is?

Heathcliff: What she does know will make our search a lot easier than trying to comb the entire sea when we don't have any landmarks to guide us. Can you lead us anyways, Vespa?

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Thank you.

Faust: Nero, what's the status update on Claudia and Dianne?

Nero: Well, I wanted to talk to Dianne, but she shut herself up in her office.

Faust: I see…

Nero: As for Claudia, she's helpin' out with whatever she can. She says it's 'cause she's Dianne's aunt.

Faust: Nero. Do you think you could stay in the castle, too?

Nero: With Riquet and Mitile?

Faust: Yeah. To be honest, losing you as part of our firepower will hurt, but… According to Rutile, things are pretty on edge on the island. There's also the chance that Balthazar might attack the island. Snow and Figaro will both still be on the island, but they're not going to be able to do anything if something happens.

Nero: … Sure. I getcha. I have stuff I wanna ask Claudia anyways.

Faust: Thank you. Look after Riquet and Mitile.

Nero: Yeah.

Heathcliff: …I'd feel a lot better if we had the Northern wizards here too, given the state of things…

Shino: They're so impulsive. I heard they got in an argument…

Nero: … No… They'll come. They know when they're needed.

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Mithra: …

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Owen: …

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Bradley: …

Next Chapter

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A bunch of replies about our bunny boys from yesterday + a couple of random ones (about Rook, about Snake’s snakes and about Idia’s opinion on bras)

Anonymous asked:

BUNNYBOYSBUNNYOYOSBUNNYBOIS!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️Thank you so much for the food!! I am gnawing on every inch of this art piece and worshipping it as I type this!!!!

You’re very welcome and thank you so much for liking it!! <3 I am very happy to hear that.

Anonymous asked:

Thank you for doing what everyone was thinking about those bunny costumes, those legs looks scrumptious 🙏

Thank you so much, Anon! I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I had to draw them... We also want to draw them wearing regular latex bunny suits, and I hope we’ll do it soon. 🥰

I’m sure someone else already drew this idea, but I think the more the better!

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

You are answering the prayers boo!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

BUNNY DUITS ALL THE WAY!!!!

YES! Their uniform!

I’m glad you like it!

Anonymous asked:

Epel's ass so shinny I can see my reflection in it and I'm LOVING IT

Thank you~ I kind of went crazy while adding the shine there lol

Anonymous asked:

Silver looks nice in the rabbit outfit =///w///= especially that bump between his legs >///w///>

I guess Silver was made for wearing this suit... it fits him too well lol

Thank you so much <3

Anonymous asked:

I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE WHITE RABBIT EVENT!!! I loved it and it came at a low point for me and the fluff (literal and figurative), wholesomeness, and utter cuteness of the entire event helped a little. I want to hug Ortho and boop his little snoot.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It was so good! And I get it, it really has the type of fluff to cheer you up and make you stop worrying for some time. But of course, it was still a little bit cursed at times, as things always are with twst, so it’s perfect lol

Ortho’s snoot is very boopable!

le-090 asked:

As a Silver stan, I've eaten so well this last couple of days, Thank you so much!! Rabbit fest is really funny, it is Ortho and those 3 funky bottoms lmao. Speaking of Ortho, do you think his rabbit gears comes with rabbit libido? If so, I hope Idia is prepared for when he returns, it would be hyllarious (cursed) if he used a carrot shaped dick for this gear

I’m happy to provide! Silver deserves all the love in the world.

It really is Ortho and those 3 funky bottoms, the younger Shroud surrounded himself with bitches once again lol And to answer your question, I don’t doubt for a moment that his rabbit gear comes with rabbit libido; this is like the first thing everyone thinks of when talking about rabbits, so there is no way Ortho didn’t want to mimic that... especially with all these bottom rabbits around. And of course, Idia is going to see how this gear works too <3

Since Ortho’s gear looks like it has a carrot motif colour-wise, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a carrot shaped dick... at least as one of the available options lol

Anonymous asked:

Idias opinions on bras? Do go on

(this is about fem!Idia)

Nooo, Anon, don’t encourage her!.. She’ll start ranting!

Jokes aside, here are some of her takes:

They’re overrated and unnecessary for the most part.

They’re a scam and no one seems to understand it.

There is no point in wearing sexy lacey underwear if you’re just going to take it off immediately, but also it’s never functional and doesn’t feel good to touch, so there is no point in it in general.

Girls who wear push-ups are pick-me’s.

If your bra matches your panties you’re trying too hard and it’s kind of embarrassing.

She has a lot of arguments with Azul about it... Even though Azul agrees with some of her points to a certain degree.

Anonymous asked:

Very pressing question about snake, my good boy snake... Do the snakes stay on during sex? What happens when they don't, and he has to speak for himself??

This is such a good question, Anon... I think they stay on. I think they’re necessary for Snake to be able to communicate with his partner, otherwise he is too shy... they’re his comfort buddies...

I think Finny wouldn’t mind though: the more the merrier! It probably feels kind of funny when snakes crawl between their bodies though. He’d be scared to squeeze them too strongly by accident...

Anonymous asked:

You know, Rook kinda reminds me of Korekiyo Shinguji. They are both lovers of beauty although in different ways, they both seem to admire different cultures, and

….

They are both unapologetically creepy. I also like them both, oddly enough.

You’re really onto something, Anon. They really do have some similarities... well, I don’t remember Korekiyo much because it’s been years since we’ve played the game, but the vibes are certainly there.

I think they would have the most interesting conversation...

[chvoswxtch]

hi hi my loveliest, my sweetness!! we are celebrating YOU and 2k!!! But the hedonistic bitch that I am, I can’t help to be self indulgent.

and since I’ve never been all that great with moderation, I’m gonna go ahead and order a margarita on the rocks with either frankie, matty, or actually even billy (this is your fault btw) and the following lyrics from banks’ fuck em only we know:

Did I say

You're all that matters to me anyway

I'd give up everything to see your face

So come on, let's pretend

That no one else is watching while we play

By your side

That's where I have to be now we won't hide

I breath your kisses just to stay alive

I see exactly what you think

And I can feel you with my eyes

and then, because in actuality it’s my fave drink, could I also get a martini🍸?

obviously, you don’t have to do either, you can do both, neither, just happy to be celebrating you tbh!!! cheers to you lovely 🍾 xxx

MY SWEET ANGEL BABY D!!!!

I just love ya so much. I can't even tell you the meaning of the word moderation, so don't worry about it. this bar is a safe space. 🍸

so, i'm going to be extremely evil and not tell you who's waiting for you at the end of the bar with your margarita on the rocks. you're just gonna have to go down there and figure it out for yourself. (no peeking in the tags!!!)😈

cheers my love!! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

only we know

let's pretend that no one else is watching while we play

Billy was explaining to everyone at your table all about his latest training program that Anvil was developing, but you couldn’t focus on a single fucking thing he was saying, because his hand hand slipped beneath your dress under the table, and his index finger was lazily rubbing at your clit through the thin, soaked panties you wore.

You should’ve known better than to listen when Billy suggested you wear the dress with the slit up the thigh. In your panic about looking presentable at such a fancy party, you had missed the starvation in his voice when he suggested the midnight blue dress, stating that it was the most elegant dress in your closet and that it complemented your skin tone perfectly. The satin material also made it damn near impossible impossible to wear normal panties at all, so you’d settled on a seamless thong that would appear invisible beneath the dress.

Billy Russo had set a trap, and you walked right fucking into it.

Brazenly slipping the flimsy material to the side, his index finger slowly swirled around your entrance before sinking the long digit into the warmth of your velvet walls, and you covered up a moan with a gulp of champagne. You had your thighs clamped so tightly around his wrist to prevent his movements, but Billy was stronger than you, and more tenacious. He never backed down when he wanted something, and right now he wanted you.

He wasn’t even looking at you. Billy’s face was completely neutral as he spoke, fully engaged in the conversation taking place around you while toying with your clit and fucking you with his finger at a menacingly languid pace. You weren’t as good of an actor. Your cheeks were no doubt flushed scarlet from a wanton mixture of desire and mortification at what you were letting him do to you in such a public setting. Billy always pushed your boundaries. You knew he would stop if you asked him to. He never pushed you further than what he thought you could handle, and if you drew a line before he did, he wouldn’t cross it.

Wrapping your hand firmly around Billy’s wrist, you dug your nails deeply into his skin, and he retaliated by pressing his thumb roughly against your clit. You sank your teeth so deep into your bottom lip, it was a miracle you didn’t break the skin.

“Billy…”

He finally turned his attention to you when you whispered his name, and while his features still remained fixated in an expression of nonchalance, you could see the golden twinkle of mischief that shone in his deep brown eyes. He was enjoying this.

“You alright, doll?”

Billy tilted his head to the side slightly in faux concern, and the edge of his mouth tugged to the right just the tiniest bit in a crooked smirk. You tightened your jaw and tried to breathe normally through your nose, pleading silently with your eyes as his finger curled upwards to massage against that spot inside of you.

“Please.”

Billy leaned in slowly, hiding his face into your neck as his lips brushed against your ear. To anyone looking, it would’ve looked like a sweet gesture; a simple display of affection. But Billy’s words were anything but simple or sweet.

“You gonna come in front of all these people, baby?”

“Billy-”

“Want me to stop?”

Billy didn’t stop his movements, but he did slow them down, and pulled back just the slightest to study your face. Letting out a quiet whimper, you shook your head subtly, and Billy’s mouth split open into a proud grin.

“That’s my girl. Lay your head on my shoulder, stay quiet, and come on my fingers. You do that for me, I’ll give you anythin’ you want tonight, doll.”

Billy’s words rang in your ears, and you knew exactly what you wanted for your prize. Following his instructions, you rested your head on his shoulder and hid your face into his neck, wrapping your arm tightly around his middle as you gripped onto his waist inside of his jacket. The bass of Billy’s voice enveloped you as he continued to speak, speeding up the pace of his fingers as you squeezed your eyes tightly and prepared for the fireworks in the pit of your stomach to erupt.

[thelunarfairy]

Hi, I had three questions about Teru's behavior in the last chapter. 1) Doesn't he act uncharacteristically naive, reckless and even childish? He is the one who talked about the school mysterie like gods. Why would he trespass into the realm of the gods and consider himself,an exorcist, welcome there? He isn't curious at all about the message that the watch keepers sent to Akane in this critical situation and he doesn't even notice the obvious change in Akane's face. 2) Why would Teru think Akane has the authority to make him their ally without consulting other watch keepers? Not only he is just a kid tricked into being the watch keeper, he's also their weakest and only half supernatural. Why would they listen to him? (I mean, from Teru's POV) 3) Why wouldn't the fact that Kou attacked him because of hanako make him pessimistic and destroy his trust in others? He's like, "oh my blood brother drew a sword on me because of a supernatural. It means I can trust a half-supernatural to have my back! I can even trust full supernaturals to be my ally! Hooray!" Thank you for your time and sorry for troubling you.

Teru is a character conveniently written to be useful at specific times.

What I mean?

Have you ever noticed that he threatens a lot, that he really fights against Hanako and other supernaturals, but he never actually "finishes" the job?

Since the beginning of the story Teru has been disturbing saying that Hanako is a spirit he wants to eliminate, he threatens, he fights against him, but he never finishes the job.

In arc number six, we saw that he was very angry to the point of threatening to kill Nene, but after everything was over and they returned to the world of the living, he simply left Hanako there. He didn't go after the ghost to finish what he started on the far shore.

Teru is that type of character. In the last chapter, he, Teru, the relentless one, who managed to notice Kokujoudai on Akane, "simply" let Hanako get away.

Does it make sense to you?

So everything you said is strange because these attitudes are out of character for Teru, isn't he the incredible exorcist? The one who is ruthless and so easily destroys all types of supernatural? What reckless attitudes are these?

Not just his, but Tsukasa's as well. Tsukasa just went to the boundary without imagining the guardians would show up? Couldn't he have just pushed the bottom of the cage, as HE HIMSELF suggested to Nene, to free himself? Couldn't he jump from one cage to another to save himself like Hanako did?

Yes, Tsukasa was weak because of the stamp and the handcuffs, but Nene was ALSO under the influence of the stamp and the handcuffs.

Teru and Tsukasa are out of character in this arc, perhaps to make things work more easily for the other characters, the well-known "script convenience" when the author creates facilities for the characters or plot so that the story moves faster.

Or there is something behind it.

Maybe Teru allowed himself to go through this to discover something forward, could it be? He seems to know a lot, he even asked Akane to listen to Kou when he needed it. Why did he say that? Does he know anything that will happen in the future? Why will he be judged by number one? Did he mess with the timeline?

Sometimes it makes us understand this, that Teru knows a lot of things and that he pretends to be someone he is not, that sometimes he allows himself to fail on purpose for some reason that we don't know. He does a lot of threatening things as if he wants to maintain control over everything, but he allows himself to fall into situations like these.

We will only know in the future, there is still this doubt between the two possibilities, is Teru being careless on purpose or is it the convenience of the script?

Oh, you don't need to apologize haha thanks for the ask!