#but it can be fun to experiment if you keep your expectations for yourself low

[yours-the-author]

I felt like experimenting with my style a little today and gave Reginald clothes! Specifically, I gave him the outfit I had him wear in this one shot that I wrote; it doesn't come across very well, but it was fun to do, so I'll give it that. Who doesn't want to see Reginald in a dress (or in this case, an outfit that's both a dress and a suit)? Unfortunately, I think my style isn't cut out for anything more complicated than this (and believe me, it was complicated), so I probably won't do many more like this. Just thought I'd share it!

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Hello! I wanted to ask for some headcanons of what Ruggie, Riddle and the Leech twins would be like as older brothers of a girl!reader who goes to NRC with them (she's a first year) and what would they do if they caught a student bothering her?

Jade/Floyd Leech:

There is truly nothing stupider that a person could do. You’re not generally the target of harassment because people know who you are, the beloved younger sibling of the Leech twins, always under their watchful eye. The only one with permission to terrorize you (in the way that all siblings torture each other) is the two of them, and to have you pestered by an outside party, looking at you like you were some kind of delicious treat, left both of them irritated. The ways they went about protecting you were far different, as Jade never made a big splash, his impact generally behind the scenes where he can safely observe his work. Floyd, however, will speak up in the moment, looming over the offending party with a pointed frown, asking who they thought they were talking to. Both methods are notably affective.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle had never given you special treatment, and being raised in the family that you had been, you didn’t expect it. As two siblings who lived a frustrating experience, you were close, and Riddle was surprisingly observant when it came to your studies or activities in school. If he knew someone was bothering you than he was likely to interfere as he would for any of his own people, direct with expressing your lack of interest since the person didn’t seem to want to listen to words straight from your own mouth. He’s irritated at the lack of respect as well but overall, there’s a lesson that must be taught about messing with the youngest of the Rosehearts family.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie’s general advice was keep your head low and attach yourself to the strongest person you could, but he supposed he had to enact some big brother duties every now and again. He’s not the type to throw himself into the line of danger but there’s a certain amount of mischief he enjoyed causing, and his unique magic made for quite a bit of fun with the people who continued to harass you. Embarrassment was generally enough to deter other students from continuously bothering you and Ruggie didn’t tell you about his interference, preferring it be kept secret that he kept a closer eye on you that what you might assume.

[i4oba]

nct dream as… !%# types of dates .. 🥣⋆☄︎. *. ⋆

[non-idol ver.! just so you know eheh]

✰ MARK — drive-in theater

it honestly came to mind pretty randomly, as you two got back from your last exam of the semester, driving mindlessly for about two hours — not because you didn’t know what you want to do, but because you two simply just enjoyed doing nothing??? but so many things at the same???

just listening to the mixtape you made for mark, singing so loud everyone could hear since the windows were rolled down too… you felt a sense of freedom? some kind of… relief from the burdens??? it was a pretty hectic exam season you two had to endure and since it was finally over.. you couldn’t keep your excitement low

looking at each other with love and adoration, exhaustion vanishing in the company of the other one — it honestly should be studied? how easy it is for you two to affect the other???

you stumbled upon the drive-in theater by accident, it wasn’t planned or anything, you just wanted to simply spend your night at mark’s place and call it a day, watch a movie on his laptop while cuddling and stuff

but when you spotted the sign you couldn’t help but exclaim, getting all excited over it, even slapping mark’s upper arm… poor boy winced and just said “hey, no need to kill the driver”

you didn’t even need to convince him honestly, he immediately agreed and there you were… not knowing what was actually screening, blindly finding a good spot you two can park and enjoy the movie

it would’ve slapped if it was some kind of slasher horror from the 80s… but it was casablanca

WHICH IS SO CLICHÉ I KNOW BUT it makes So much sense and honestly, it’s such a big game changer to see it like that. it’s like an opportunity you shouldn’t miss

mark got some popcorn and something to drink, to make the whole atmosphere even more “vibey”, as he said, and you two just.. turned off your minds and watched the movie

discussing it and everything, like FELLAS, that’s the right experience! that’s how you watch a movie!!! YOU GOTTA ANALYZE THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!!!!!! ahah

in the end, when almost everyone drove away from the theater, leaving you two here with like.. only 3 other cars, mark gave a kiss on your lips, as a way of celebrating it all. it was for a fleeting moment only, yet it was so sweet and full of emotions

it was a reward, of some sort.

✰ RENJUN — museum date

there was this new exhibition at the local fine arts museum so… it wasn’t even a question that you two would literally RUN (and get a good use of the student discount ahah, it’s a lifesaver!)

casually choosing some elegant clothes which, of course, had to be matching to a certain extent – people HAVE TO see that you guys are together, plus it would look so good on the pictures

you expected lot more of people since it was the first week of the grand opening but it wasn’t that crowded. Which is a good thing honestly, you hate it when it’s sooo full you cannot even move properly

it was an exhibition of some impressionist works by some of the most renowed painters, it was a must to not only look the best, but to prepare yourself for a long day of strolling around

you usually spend tons of time in museums anyways, but this also as part of a date??? the security would have to kick you out asap.. ahah

renjun immediately reached for your hands to hold, while walking around, looking at the beautiful paintings, talking about whatever came to mind – not just about art itself, topics changed so fast you couldn’t even realize it by the time it did

being in art school meant that renjun can sometimes tell you little fun facts and tips&tricks he had learnt in uni

sometimes it amazes how well informed he is and how he knows so many know-hows.. not like you weren’t aware, you absolutely knew he’s smart AND TALENTED, but still ahah

after a good… 3 hours or so? you two decided to end the date with a quick stop at the museum shop :DDD it’s a must honestly, you gotta buy every magnet and postcard you can… especially of such beautiful paintings???!!! you would be stupid if you left without Anything

so you two bought tons of stuff… even some things you can exchange, as if they were gifts for one another :,) ahhh…

you just have to print out that picture of you two, taken in front of that big painting of mesmerizing flowers: renjun kissing you softly, hands on your waist, eyes closed

✰ JENO — stargazing

you had been planning this for literal days before… you know, getting everything together, like those cool ass lamps in a jar bottle with the led stuff, blankets you bought from a nearby art shop?? which sold basically everything??? ahah

drinks and snacks too… you were honestly So Ready to go stargazing! :D

you were supposed to go to that rather tiny park of the town which is mostly empty. that’s why you decided on going there, avoid people and stuff, just the two of you, looking at the constellations >:( honestly it’s so romantic it makes me Cringe (i crave it)

but in the end, you two decided to stay at yours instead, since your parents left for the weekend anyways, which is just a bonus: it’s the two of you in the backyard with the vast sky full of stars

idyllic??? romantic??? adorable and unforgettable??????

All of the above

at first, you two just sat down on the swing bed your father recently bought at a random flea market he religiously visited every weekend :,)

but then, to use the blanket you brought outside (what a tiresome task ahah), you two laid down on the ground instead

the first constellation you spotted was the big dipper, exclaiming when you noticed it on the sky, gently shoving jeno’s shoulder, who was rather nonchalant at first

he then, of course matched your energy, and got super super excited, especially after noticing the ursa major :D he felt like he accomplished his life goal or something ahah (hes so stupid but in a cute way)

what the cherry on top was is his hands, reaching for yours, fingers intertwining, as your heart warmed up – you looked at him, his beautiful face, and noticed that adorable eyesmile of his

life felt good. you felt at home

✰ HAECHAN — restaurant hop

he fucking hates cooking lmfao he’s all like “yo girl i don’t think we should let Me get near that oven… we might burn up the whole house IJBOL” (he would definitely use ijbol irl)

so you were like…

hyuck, you literally don’t even have to come to the kitchen bro, i will cook… which happens most of the times when you decide to stay at home for dates

but this day!!! to spare you from the tiring task of cooking!!!!!!!! he said that you guys should try out restaurant hopping

you were confused as hell honestly, like wdym you want that, aren’t you a picky mf lmfao

but he said that he’s feeling adventurous and is pretty much lazy to go hiking or anything that a sane person would go for

and he felt hungry so it was like the best choice in his eyes – you were sick of spending most of your nights at his (shared…) apartment so you agreed after like… 5 secs of persuading

you wanted to plan out where you should go and maybe book a table at some restaurant but he was all like “honey, we should be spontaneous, go with the flow…”, so you did???? Ahah

the first restaurant was not even a restaurant, it was just the first street food stall you two stumbled upon, getting something for the both of you

you didn’t want to feel full so early so you chose something light (unlike hyuck who was sure he was “alright” but after like the second stop, he was dying because his stomach was hurting “So Badly”)

you ended the restaurant hop with a donut at one of the bakeries you usually go to – you know, to finish it off with something familiar??? now lemme just say, it was chaotic, because haechan could BARELY finish it and made it your problem, whining like a little girl after every bite

like you told him not to get the biggest, sweetest and greasiest one but he was sooo sure in himself, he said he’s got an extra stomach for desserts

well… was he wrong…….

you spent 1.5 hours there!!!!!! he took so much time LMFAOXJAJX they were closing already and he still hadn’t finished

so you tried to rush him and stuff but he turned his princess mode on ahah

but at least, on the way back to his place, he bought you tulips :) it was such a sweet gesture <3

not as sweet as his donut was…… (he almost threw up the next day cause he was feeling nauseous from the food)

✰ JAEMIN — picnic date

jaemin was so excited :( he literally couldn’t stop talking about it like.. that’s right dude!!!!!! we’re going on a date!!!!!! A PICNIC DATE!!!!!

he would literally live in the kitchen before the occasion so that he can cook&bake tons of things for you to eat :) he’s so… he’s so malewife

all you’re left to deal with is bringing the basket and checkered blanket, every other things are settled! they are in his hands, under his control :D

you two went to the park which is right next to the lake – you wanted to see swans while talking about anything and everything that came to mind (he literally compared your beauty to that of a swan… which made you almost tear up like BOY YOU DID NOT… argghhh)

it was a must to start it off with the most basic and cliché thing of everything: the chocolate covered strawberries, feeding each other all lovey-dovey, tooth rottingly sweet and stuff

everyone was possibly like “okay lemme just kms” when they spotted you two, all up on each other, legs all tangled together, stealing kisses from the other, while giggling so loudly

it was SOO so idyllic, almost like you two escaped from a romance movie, or a painting. it felt… perfect, in a way?

birds singing, the sun shining gently on your skin, while you could hear the laughter of the children running around, clouds in animal shapes

then the sun slowly setting, pinkish hues taking up the sky above, everything becoming quiet as time passes by

he hugs you tightly. tighter than ever, perhaps

✰ CHENLE — karaoke

if two weeks pass by without you and chenle going to a karaoke… Most probably it’s because you broke up or something

like girl ain’t no way you WON’T go to karaoke dates… nuh huh, impossible to even think of that ??? CHENLE, out of all people

that’s the least believable thing like i promise you!

like saturday night are for the gir- KARAOKE!!!!! :P that’s how it always goes, getting ready, putting on some casual clothes, maybe eating something quick before that, and then spending the entire time singing your lungs out

you don’t even have energy by the end of it, like it… seems impossible to even crawl back home :,)

but honestly it’s all worth it, comparing your score and stuff, seeing which one of you sings better

sometimes you just open instagram and do lives too, so that your followers can pick who they liked more

(it’s always chenle’s acc though like SO MANY people follows him, he’s like a celebrity… ahah!)

haechan always comes to watch and roasts the both of you, especially when it can be seen that chenle kisses you here and there

he types “EWWWW GET A ROOM FREAKS” and thinks he’s hilarious lmfao

you always start the date with a quick and energetic song, one that boost your energy up easily and then… honestly it depends on your mood

sometimes you gotta be in your moods and sing romantic ballads to each other, as if it’s a serenade

but then again, moods swing so quickly and you can end up in a rap battle too

you would totally eat him up tbh… and he knows it so well

he finishes the date off with the most cheesiest, lovely romantic song ever… like a confession said yet again, for the hundreth time

✰ JISUNG — amusement park

it wasn’t his idea honestly

it was all you coming up with it, because there was that one roller coaster you’d always been scared to go on

and since you haven’t visited ever since you had jisung… you thought MAYBEEEE (just maybe) it would be better with him

you can at least hold onto him and stuff

he wanted to eat before the ride though… you did not let him, of course, since you didn’t want him to throw up on you AHAH

but like, why did he came there RAVENOUS? duh … you’re gonna say goodbye to your guts on the ride girl what did you expect

but you know, the ride wasn’t even the part you enjoyed the most – it was good, of course, just not that… outstanding? i guess? it was alright… especially because you could hold jisung’s hand so tightly :,) it was honestly so adorable

they should’ve taken pictures of you like you’re sure you would’ve put it on the fridge or something

but after that, you went to the gift shop, to get those silly headbands!!!!! you got one that resembled a cat, and jisung got one with a hamster >:( it was adorbs

you two looked like those IT couples that you can always see in instagram, you know, holding hands, taking silly candid pictures and then eating sooo much food

FINALLY!!! thought jisung probably ahah you got so many sweets it was like you could feel your tooth decaying lmfao

at the end of the day, you two decided to try out the freshly opened photo booth which had been going viral for weeks

it was… an experience to say the least :,) but the pictures came out prettier than ever!!!! except for the one where jisung sneezed and you got all scared because he was Loud loud ahah

but the compensation was a fleeting kiss on your cheek! which was also captured on one of the pictures :)

[comicaurora]

Hey, Red!

I'm sorry to ask an OSP-related question on your comic blog, but this is something I'm struggling with and maybe you can help. Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna answer.

I'm curious what editing software you use in your videos. I want to make videos similar to your style of presentation. I have fully recorded audio (audacity) and complete drawings (csp), but now I'm struggling with how to put them together to actually make a video.

I'm certain you've answered this question before- probably several times- but I cannot for the life of me find the answer.

If you're kind enough to answer that question, could you also tell me if there is anything else I should keep in mind during this process? I've posted things online before and have a rough idea of where to set my expectations (low), but posting new stuff on new platforms is always intimidating.

Sorry for the long ask. I hope it's not a bother. Thank you!

I use Final Cut Pro for my editing! It's very intuitive drag-and-drop for editing, and it's quite easy to layer visuals and audio together using it, although it is a bit pricey.

When it comes to video-making, I'd say the most important thing is to make sure you're creating something you enjoy creating. It can't just be Content and it can't just be fun for you when you receive external validation in the form of comments or likes etc - if you don't enjoy the process itself on some level, it's gonna become soul-crushing and draining. And on that note, don't be afraid to try new things or change old formulas. You're refining the process by figuring out what you like doing. It's good to experiment and to just let yourself have fun with it.

[wanderingconstellations]

HIS FIRST!

xiao x afab!reader

To be honest, you you've expected some experience from Xiao...but he didn't have any. You were also a bit surprised that you're his first, HIS FIRST!

You feel horrible for going to ruin and corrupt this man, but also excited for him to feel pleasure for the first time.

When you first told Xiao about this, he looked rather confused and well..

"What is "making love"? Is that some type of thing you mortals do?"

Of course, you told him that it's between two lovers and that's what they do to show their love for each other! Although, you didn't exactly tell him what "making love" was— just made it as vague as possible so you can demonstrate on how lovers make love to each other!

Later that night, he will come back and ask you to demonstrate whatever "making love" was and when you did— he was blushing furiously.

"W-Why are you taking off your clothes? Do you not have any respect for the Adepti?!"

He was stuttering, and blushing mess— it was obvious that he never seen a woman's body ever in his life.

"Come on, I'll show you. Just...take off your clothes like how I did."

You both were alone in your room and he's your lover— you didn't find it shameless or embarrassing at all. Xiao's amber eyes couldn't help but always drift to your bare chest— like whenever you got closer to him, he seemed like he would always try to keep his eyes away from your breasts.

You got closer to him and helped him get his clothes off— speaking sweet words of reassurance to him. Though, his eyes never seem to meet yours..he was curious and wanted to try it out if you're really that persistent.

If he saw himself through your eyes, he wouldn't see himself the same way again. You wouldn't be lying if you said that his height went to his length— you were internally drooling over it too.

Now for the fun part.

You were caressing him so gently, so loving— moving your hand across his bare chest while you press warm kisses to his jawline. Xiao found himself heating up. He never felt this before...and it was something new to him.

When your fingers lightly brushed across his crotch— he blushes harder than ever. He felt weird— hot, aching, and the sight of you— bare and all naked in front of him...made him feel something that stirred inside of him.

Your lips trailed down to his neck— giving a bite and sucking on the skin— eliciting a involenterily moan out of him.

His eyes widened at the sudden noise he made. His moan was rather adorable in your point of view. Poor boy didn't know a single thing about "making love"...but lucky for him, you're happy to show him everything you know!

...

You didn't expect him to be this good at fucking you senselessly like this. He didn't even have any ounce of shyness or shame anymore.

You found yourself getting pounded into the mattress— being put into mating press as you felt Xiao claw his fingers into your hips that was sure going to leave marks for days.

He went completely feral after he heard the noises and the reactions you made for him— he found himself wanting to hear and see more.

You moaned his name and whined about how overstimulated you were and how it's hurting a bit— but he'll always shut you up by smashing his lips against yours and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

"Just take it, I know you can."

He spoke with a growl, slamming his hips against yours with your nails clawing at his back.

In fact your body was reacting the complete opposite from your words and whines— it was clenching and squeezing him like crazy.

Your mind was hazy with lust— only focusing on how Xiao's fat cock was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. You were babbling, drooling, all sweaty and cover in some of his cum.

You found yourself getting closer to another orgasm, babbling and moaning while clawing at his back even harder than before.

He gives out a low moan, rutting his cock into you even more frantically. Your poor sopping cunt was filled with so much with his cum that whenever he pulled out it looked like gallons of milk was being poured out like a water fall.

For a virgin, someone who has never ever seen a single person's naked body or has been this intimate with someone— he's amazing at fucking.

PROOFREAD— ❌

WORD COUNT— ❓

[overgrown3d]

Who are you in their eyes? (PAC)

💭How does your friend, partner, crush, colleague, family member, or anyone in your mind view you? REMINDER! This is a general reading & purely their perception of you, take what resonates.

✨How to select your pile?✨

1. Slow your breathing, taking deep inhales. Focus on feeling present in your environment.

2. Looking from left to right, use your intuition to pick the pile meant for you (what you connect most with.)

3. Doesn't resonate? No worries! Pick another, it's message may be just right for you.

!!For Entertainment Purposes Only!!

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

🍃Pile 1 ;

Cards: 8 of Wands, Queen of Swords, Queen of Pentacles, King of Pentacles, 6 of Cups

The person in your mind could be someone from your past, perhaps a childhood friend, a classmate, or a family member. If not from your past, either you or them remind each other of a person you guys used to know, maybe they even perform a hobby you dropped, just something from the past. There is a lot of nostalgia here, and the reason why is because they possibly watched you grow up, or knew you from the past and reconnected again in the future, and they are shocked by how well you seem to be doing. The first thing I heard is "I'm so proud of you." They think you are somewhat of a go-getter, and most certainly financially stable. They perceive you as someone who invested a lot of time and effort in developing yourself. This energy feels so nice! They just think you're super mature, that you handle problems well, you're emotionally mature, etc. You just have your shit together, according to them. You may be able to "feel like a kid again", and overall have a lot of fun with this person, and they think the same. It's giving the vibe of "Wow, it's been that long, huh?" Overall, what they think of you is purely positive, and pretty lighthearted!

~~~~🍃

🍀Pile 2 ;

Cards: 3 of swords, 10 of swords, Page of wands, Queen of Pentacles , 8 of Swords

They think you're STRONG. From perception, they think that you've gone through something completely heartbreaking and life-changing, then brushed off your knees and got going again. They think you have such a strong demeanor, like I'm hearing "After all that?" They sense that you've gone through something transformative, like they see that spark in your eyes to use your heartbreak as a reason to strive. This could be letting go of old habits and past traumas. They are honestly baffled how you can keep going. They think you endured a lot emotionally, or resurfaced from a pretty dark place. You're pretty financially okay to them, or near the path to being there. This person could actually be someone that helped you as you were going through your struggles, providing an opportunity for you. You're like a go-getter, not settling for anything other than what you deserve.

~~~~🍃

🍀Pile 3 ;

Cards: Temperance, Page of Pentacles, 7 of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, The Emperor, Ace of Swords

The person you're thinking about may be a mentor, a teacher, or someone with experience and influence that gives you a lot of inspiration. I get very strongly that they passed down some intellect to you. They think you're starting out in a new field, but already low-key mastering it lmao. You're going to be pretty bloody quick to succeed. To them, you are pretty focused on yourself, perhaps focusing greatly on aligning your career to your passions, and working hard in all aspects of your life. I'm hearing "They have a lot of potential." so they view you as a person with a lot of skills and expect you to quickly master anything new. They think you are well-rounded and leading a pretty average lifestyle, actually. They think that you're certainly passionate, but not dreaming very big for your future. You're a balanced person in their eyes, very reliable. At first, they would think you're shy or socially awkward haha. They might even be shocked at your progress, like you'll outdo the master!

~~~~🍃

🍀Pile 4 ;

Cards: 2 of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, Queen of Wands, Wheel of Fortune.

While shuffling your cards, a bunch flew out super quick! This person would form a strong opinion of you upon first meeting you, and if you know this person closely already, they would be quick to answer if someone asks what they think of you. You are someone that would've stood out for them, even in mind. They perceive you as someone sociable, seeing you around other people very often. They think you have a stable income or can afford to be leisurely and have fun, and that you were born privileged. They think you're pretty lucky tbh, I'm hearing "They won in life". I'm getting a vibe that this person may be insecure about their assets, or at least need to develop themselves emotionally. They think they are out of your league, and that you are going to be veryyyy different from them, like a whole different level. They think that you've got good habits, they idolize you a bit imho. Looking past that, they think that both you and them have a lot to learn from each other. They think you're steady in life, while also fun-loving. This could be a romantic interest, but this also applied well for platonic relationships!

~~🍃 You reached the end of the reading, 'till next time!

[stjuice]

Belong to You

sukuna x reader

blurb: you’re finally ready to be his one and only.

wc: 2.4k

tw: mentions of sex and murder, reader stepping into her worth, sukuna wants you (to be happy)

Listen to Belong to you by Sabrina Claudio

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“Release them.”

You are right to ask for this. To demand it. You’ve never been the only one, but you’ve become the only one that matters. You see it in his gaze, feel it in his touch, taste it on your tongue. He has them, but you are his. The closest thing to a treasured companion that a man like him could possess.

Master Sukuna.

You bring him more pleasure than all of them combined. It’s more than fucking, it’s lingering touches and unreadable looks and actual conversation. They’re sex, but you’re an experience. He’ll take a girl to pass the time, but he plays with you. You’re fun. You might be the best thing that ever happened to him. The only thing stopping you from claiming this coveted spot is—well, you.

Honestly, you’re not even sure why he keeps them around. The times that he’s insisted you join him in his chambers just for him to sit you in your favorite chair while you watch him fuck one of them into a gushing, babbling mess are some of the most confusing moments of your life.

He always looks so bored. Mechanical movements, barely breaking a sweat, watching you the whole time. Why bother? The last time, he didn’t even finish! It doesn’t make sense. He’s always been so uninhibited. So selfish. You really can’t understand what might’ve changed.

He’s the Disgraced One. Master Sukuna has spent his entire existence getting to this point, all so he can enjoy life as he pleases. Indulging his every desire, no matter how dark, twisted or socially unacceptable. He’s freedom incarnate. It’s what drew you to him in the first place.

If people could blind their morality for just a second, they could see him as you do: a soul so free of expectation and insecurity and sublimation, of the worries and fears we have all been conditioned with since birth. He’s sprawled before you now, contained within fresh flesh and blood, but he had a life even before he was a reincarnated curse. He was a regular human, subject to the same societal influence that plagues us all. And he let it all go. He broke free.

He’s an inspiration.

Were he a god, his worshipers would offer their first born to be blessed with the gift of pure carnal hedonism only he could bestow. Of course, for him, even the life of a god is too low. He has no plans to serve anyone beyond his own self-interest. He will never let anything tie him down. But lately, it seems he’s forgotten the very words he graced you with many months ago, strong fingers curled deep inside of you as you gasped above him, following his direction, learning his philosophy.

Take all you want. Hold nothing back.

How can he say that and then turn around and waste his time, his energy, his life on women who give him nothing? Honestly, you’re doing this for him. You can’t believe you’re even thinking this but, he needs to remember who he is. He needs to let go of that which no longer serves him. He needs to get these women off your property.

Most importantly, you want him to.

Enough to make you repeat yourself.

“Release them.”

Sukuna glares down at you from his throne of bones, the picture of intimidation. Your gaze doesn’t waver.

“Why?”

He knows why. He’s been expecting it. Still, his curiosity is peaked. Why now? All this time, you’ve been satisfied with the arrangement all his women share. A small piece of him, sliced into tinier shards and spread evenly among each of his whores. At times, he’d throw in an extra boon just to watch them tear each other apart for a slight increase in his favor (ha!). All except you. You’ve always accepted everything as is. Never asking for more, never expecting anything. It’s the very thing that drew him to you in the first place.

You understood your role in his world: satisfy his physical needs and stay out of his sight.

While all the rest would push their luck for an extra second of his time, a chance to win him over, you were out the door before the sheets could cool. You were a refreshing change of pace. Not dead inside, merely reserved.

At first, you feigned disinterest at anything aside from your duty. Outside of his arms, you didn’t seem to want to truly live. A pretense. You played your role well, but he saw the sparks of fire you tried to hide when he’d push you past your comfort zone, going a little further every time. Learning your limits, then extending them as he saw fit. Showing you it’s possible to grow beyond your repressed expectations. In his bed and in your life.

With a little warming up, he could tell you enjoyed the stretch. He learned to pay great attention when you were loose enough to let your mask slip. He didn't show it but, in those brief moments, he would hang onto your every word, knowing it was the closest thing to your truth that you could exhibit at that point. You didn’t say much (too often, he'd push you past the realm of coherent thought), but it was a start.

The challenge you presented proved to be an acceptable remedy for his usual boredom. He was satisfying his curiosity. Uncovering the many pieces of your personality one by one. Surprised to find some of those pieces looked familiar. There was more to you than he thought. And you knew it. You were deliberately keeping yourself from him. You underestimated him. Looped him in with all the rest, as if he couldn’t recognize potential when he saw it.

You used to insist that you would never take more of him than he was willing to give, knowing that, typically, he wouldn’t care to give you much of anything at all. That was before he’d caught a glimpse of the person trapped beneath the placid expression you would give to pretend you were beyond selfish desire. Hear you tell it, you couldn’t dream of asking for more.

He knows better. He knows you.

You were afraid. Not of death, not of him, no— your fear stemmed from within. Imaginary consequences imposed and reinforced by human society. He understood. Sukuna himself was once just as human as you. Intelligent, talented, miserable. Forced to find his place in the community, take orders, play it small.

Resentful.

Wrestling with the notion that his experience in life could expand so much further than the constraints they tried to place on him. Angry, he prodded at the bars of his cage with his cursed energy and learned a most valuable lesson.

The one advantage curses have over humanity is their lack of inhibition.

Each curse is born with a single directive: to be no more or less than what it is. Not to worry about the consequences of its actions. Not to water down its nature to appease the group mentality, preserving a false sense of order in a world built for chaos. It was this realization that set him free. Once he recognized that the key to unlock his joy was within him all along, he didn’t hesitate to use it. He embraced his power and received everything he wanted, like a reward for good behavior.

The little bits of his story he shared weren’t much, just enough to get you started. You’re observant. Perceptive. He was amused to see you caught on to the idea pretty quickly, though you took your time applying it. Predictable, but that was to be expected. Even he needed time to adjust, to trust himself over everything else. Instead of pushing you, he waited. You needed to want it for yourself or it would never stick.

In time, you began to experiment. He watched you dip your toe in little by little, testing the limits of your beliefs, risking more, stumbling less, building that crucial bond of trust with yourself. And with him. It was surprisingly gratifying to witness.

An experiment with only one test subject is biased at best, but you supplied new data. Your willing participation confirmed his theory: When one commits to embracing their authentic self unapologetically, life rewards them in equal measure. No one understands that like him.

No one but you.

You’ve fascinated him. Held his attention far longer than anyone has before, and there’s still so much to see. You’re not done. True freedom requires consistency. It isn’t rigid, there are no concrete rules. You’re allowed to refine your definition of self, your actions and desires and goals, as many times as you want.

In his experience, his meager goals in the beginning pale in comparison to what he has now. Rather, consistency refers to the daily commitment. Constantly proving to yourself, and everyone else by association, that you know your worth and will settle for nothing less.

Today marks a boost in your progress but you have much further to go. Still, this request proves to him, to yourself, that you are changed. You’re deliberately walking the path to release your worries and fears so that you can step, unrestricted, into the shoes you were always meant to fill.

Gradually returning to the perfect soul you were when you entered this world, ready and willing to do and have whatever you wanted. It will take time (decades) to find your way back to that level of self-determination. But, it is possible. You’ll find that it gets easier with practice. This is a good start.

You’re beginning to see him. To know better. There’s no need to settle for less than you deserve. You belong to him more than anyone ever has before. More than anyone ever will.

For you, he’s willing to bend, if only to watch your eyes flare to life for longer than a few moments at a time. He’s been plagued with the possibility you might share his drive to be your best self, your true self. If you are anything like him, your soul demands you put your needs above all else in your life. Including the Strongest Sorcerer in History. You are right to expect this. Just as he is right to challenge your expectation.

You’ve already repeated yourself once, a concession he would never give. No matter. The point is not to become him (impossible), rather to let go of everything holding you back from living your life the way you’re meant to. Sukuna would wait for no one to carry out his own wishes. He would take delight in the act of handling them personally.

You might have tried to do the same, if your goal was to impress him.

But it’s not his approval you seek. This is all about you. You, who could be marching them out the doors at this very second, using whatever means necessary to make them comply. Instead, you choose to state your expectation and wait for him to meet it.

There is no bloodlust within you demanding satisfaction. You are no killer. You simply wish to be acknowledged in the way you know you deserve. With such a clear yet open-ended goal in mind, the method to reach it is inconsequential.

You know as well as he that these women do not need to die. But you chose him to fulfill your request. Sukuna, a man who kills for sport, who will take every chance to play. He is no savior. If he is to release anyone from anything, he’d start with releasing their souls from their bodies by way of a gruesome death. You’re no killer, but you’ve allowed space in your words for him to interpret your message as he sees fit, so long as the prime objective is met. In following your selfish desire, you’ve made a choice that perfectly complements his own chosen path.

Your power is entirely different from his own, yet it seems your impact has the potential to be no less devastating. This is the way you make things happen in your world. You are fascinating. Perhaps he’s met his match.

It may be early to tell as of yet. You’ve still got much room to grow. This is just a rung on the ladder you’re building to reach past the glass ceiling you’ve imposed on you’re highest self. Are you truly ready to take this step? His "why?" is part curiosity part test— to see if you buckle, shrink yourself to appease him instead of standing in your truth, no matter the consequence.

He notices your stiff posture, tight shoulders and clenched fists. This is not easy for you. A big step. For that reason, he’s all the more pleased to note that, for all your trembling, your gaze hasn’t dropped once. Your eyes lock steady on his as you direct him, finally staking your claim.

“When they’re gone, come to me.”

Your wish is his command.

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Later that night, after all the screams have finally died down (cries of love and pleasure— you; shrieks of death and terror— them), you’re cuddled, panting and secure in his arms. You can’t remember the last time you’ve ever felt so satisfied. Your entire life has led up to this moment, the mere tip of your iceberg, and already it is more than words can say. You’ve long accepted his desire to kill, but to witness him kill for you is… better than sex.

Invigorating.

Your body is spent, but, inside, you're buzzing. Full of energy. Not cursed energy, but the regular, marvelous energy available to us all. Energy that you’ve created just by doing what you wanted. Energy that you can use to fulfill any other wish you could ever have. It’s addicting.

You could live in this moment, here in his arms, for the rest of your life yet, as wonderful as it is, it would not be enough. This is just a taste of the life you could lead— the power you could wield. There’s no way you can stop now.

Still, if there’s one thing you’ve learned so far, it’s to treat every loss as a learning experience and every win as the greatest victory yet. A year in and you’ve already bagged the King of Curses? You’re on a fucking roll. You fully intend to bask in this moment.

“Ryomen…”

You stare into his eyes as you gently trace your fingers along the markings so unique to him, daring to say the words no person has ever been free to speak before.

“You’re mine now.”

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a/n: if you made it this far, thanks for reading my first story. after being an avid fanfiction reader for many years and across many fandoms, jujutsu kaisen is the one that finally got me to write 😂 i regret nothing.

[south-of-heaven]

Priestly fic where she is the sister of dom and she joins TJD and she has secret feelings for them

More ways than one || Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest

Summary: When you joined the judgement day together with your brother you did not expect it to go like this

A/N: This is honestly one of the most fun things I've ever written so I hope you enjoy :)

You've recently joined Judgment Day alongside your brother, Dominik Mysterio, and the experience has been both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. However, there's a certain dynamic duo in the group that's been catching your attention in a way you never expected – Rhea Ripley and Damian Priest. Despite your dad, Rey Mysterio's warnings to stay away from them, you find yourself drawn to the Eradicator and the Punisher.

There's something intriguing about Rhea's fierce confidence and Damian's mysterious charm that keeps pulling you in. You know it's risky, especially considering the age gap between you and Damian, but you can't seem to resist their magnetic presence.

As days pass, you find yourself catching feelings for both Rhea and Damian, and it mortifies you. You're only 24, and while that may not mean much between you and Rhea, the difference between your ages and experiences feels vast when it comes to Damian.

Yet, the two don't make it easy for you. They love to tease you, saying suggestive things that make you nervous and blush, and they seem to have a mischievous glint in their eyes whenever they see your reaction. Little did you know, they were already aware of your feelings before you even realized them yourself, and they're just enjoying flirting with you.

One night, you find yourself alone on the bus with Rhea and Damian. The atmosphere feels charged with tension as they look at you with knowing eyes. You feel your heart race, not sure what to expect.

"Join us," Rhea says with a smug smile, as Damian leans in closer.

Your breath hitches as you try to comprehend their proposition. "What do you mean? I already joined you, didn't I?"

Damian chuckles softly. "In more ways than one, sweetheart."

You feel your cheeks flush, and you look away, unable to meet their gaze. "I-I can't," you stammer, feeling overwhelmed by the implications.

But Rhea places a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face to meet her eyes. "You're not the only one with feelings here," she says softly. "We've noticed how you look at us, and we feel the same way."

"And age is just a number," Damian adds, his voice low and seductive. "What matters is how we make each other feel."

You can hardly believe your ears. They feel the same way about you? Your heart races with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. But as you look into their eyes, you see nothing but sincerity and genuine affection.

Before you can respond, Rhea leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. Your body trembles with anticipation, and you can't help but kiss her back, the sensation sending a rush of emotions through you.

Damian wraps his arms around both of you, drawing you closer in an intimate embrace. "We want you, Chiqui," he whispers, his lips ghosting against your ear. "Just as much as you want us."

In that moment, all doubts and reservations fade away. You're captivated by their affection, and the three of you share a connection that feels electric and undeniable.

As the night unfolds, the lines between friendship and desire blur, and you find yourself in the arms of both Rhea and Damian. Age may be just a number, but the love and passion between you are very real.

With Rhea and Damian, you discover a profound connection that transcends boundaries and expectations. You realize that love doesn't always fit neatly into societal norms, and what matters most is the happiness and fulfillment you find in each other's arms.

In the embrace of your Eradicator and Punisher, you find solace, joy, and a sense of belonging you never thought possible. And as the three of you share a night of intimacy and affection, you know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful journey filled with love, excitement, and the magic of unexpected connections.

[ash-and-starlight]

any tips for a beginner digital artist who is having a really hard time transitioning from traditional? (and YES I have been practicing but it still just Doesn’t Look Right). I’m currently working on Procreate. Thanks so much ash!

ohh man this is a difficult one haha I personally found it very easy to adapt to digital art (currently having. the opposite problem as you actually lmao) but right off the bat I'd say to uhh- dont be to hard on yourself & give yourself the time to adapt the creative process to a new tool? Experiment with brushes until you find one that you really vibe with, start with low-effort and low-expectation sketches so that your muscle memory adapts to the new format and once you found your footing with that move to a little more complex artworks (I remember smth that frustrated me a lot in the beginning was coloring and like. it's still a process but I'm coloring things on the reg now!!) and watch digital art tutorials or process vids to see how other digital artists use that same tool & which cool tricks u can learn from them! I hope this was helpful & that you keep having fun <33

[screentones-webcomicresources]

Preparing for Conventions

What events are best to go to?

Whether it’s a huge celebrity-studded multi-day weekend or a small gathering at a local library, in-person events are an exciting way to reach all kinds of comic fans that may not be in any of your circles online. There’s opportunities to be had at almost every type of event, but a few things that might narrow your focus:

Events that don’t cost more than you think you can make. Convention costs can add up extremely quickly. You can expect to pay at least $100/day for an artist table at mid-sized or large conventions. If you’re just starting out, prioritize conventions that are close enough to your home (or friends/family who will host you) that you won’t have to pay for a hotel or spend a lot in transportation costs.  Splitting the table with another artist is another option!

Events that other artists in your area/genre recommend. A great way to learn about events in your area is to attend one and ask others what conventions they like in the area. Some regular artists even maintain online groups to discuss application deadlines and share experiences.  Depending on the genre of your art or comic, you might also find adjacent things like horror shows, anime shows, or zine fests worth exploring too!

Events that you can actually get into. Conventions can be very competitive to get into, and have very small application windows months in advance. Once you’ve identified which conventions are in your area, follow their Twitter, mailing lists or websites to catch their sign up deadlines. Juried shows may also ask for a link to your portfolio, author bio or store to get an idea of who you are and what you’d be selling, so be sure to put something together and be ready!

What kinds of products should I prepare?

Our Masterlist of Printers is a great place to start for recommendations about places to make your products and inspiration! But to cut down on costs and keep yourself flexible while you figure things out, it’s a good idea to focus on:

Products that suit a specific style and taste.  Do you make big intricate illustrations that would look good as 11x17 printed art? Are you good with quippy one-liners that would make fun stickers? Is there a popular fandom that you like that has a similar genre to your other work?  Popular products are prints, stickers, charms, pins, and comics. But don’t be afraid to handcraft figures or something else.

Products that work together. Be deliberate about the vibe you’re setting, whether that’s a genre (horror, humor, superheroes, etc.), an age range (all ages, adult), a specific type of product (mostly t-shirts, mostly prints, accessories), a theme (eg, all things coffee!).  There’s a lot of approaches to making a cohesive product line and organizing your table to keep like things together, but having cute plushies AND saucy pinups AND anime figurines AND coffee mugs can be confusing to customers who are trying to figure out what your table is all about.

Products with low price points that won’t be too expensive to make. Products priced $15 or lower are generally an easy buy for new customers, and offering a range of small inexpensive things is great for folks who are on a budget but still want to support you. When you’re just starting, look for things that don’t require a high amount of money to produce for you or can print in low quantities with a printer.  Printed-at-home or handcrafted things are also possibilities for a more zine-style table presence and can save you a little money.

Products with a low minimum order quantity. Try not to order more than 10 or so copies of any one thing (especially anything that a stranger wouldn’t recognize like OC) until you’re confident it will sell. You can always order more after the show if you run out.  If you DO have leftover stock (and 99% of the time you will), you definitely can sell it at a future convention, a crowdfunding campaign, include it as Patreon rewards, or list it in an online store. But being stuck with a closet full of 500 postcard prints that you can’t sell is not a fun time, even if you DID get a bulk discount.

Products that have a general appeal. Even if you have a massive social media following, 99% of your customers will have never heard of your comic or your original characters. Comic enthusiasts will often be open to giving a new story from a local artist a chance if you chat them up a little and tell them about it. But also having general interest products (animals, fanart, nerd humor, mythology) on the table that don’t require as much explanation to enjoy is a very good idea.

What do I need other than merch?

A good convention setup looks clean, organized, and easy to engage with.  Once you’re accepted, look carefully at the details of the convention and what’s included with your space.  Many conventions will give you a table and chair, but you’ll probably also need:

Backdrop - Backdrops display your best art and help people see it from across a crowded room, and partition your space if you’re very close to other tables.  A photo backdrop stand with a bunch of 11x17/A3 prints taped together that you’re selling, a wire cube grid construction you can set on your table and stick smaller merch pieces to, or a professionally-printed banner with your name, URL/social handle, and your best art and are all solid options for this.

Where to get them: Google “photo backdrop” or look for photography supply stores. Google “wire cube grids” or look around hardware stores or Walmart/Target.  For banners, you can find printers that can make retractable banners or vinyl banners to hang from a photo backdrop.

8-foot Tablecloth - Many conventions assign you a very weathered 6-foot table, so always plan on having something to cover it (optionally for multi-day shows, a second to cover your setup for security purposes when you leave your table.)

Where to get them: Fabric stores, bedsheets, party stores.

Displays - Flat items on a table are invisible to anyone who isn’t directly in front of you, so look for a way to make your stuff stand up and be seen! Easel stands to highlight featured books or art, cork boards and pins you can prop up, boxes or porfolio books to flip through, wire/wooden racks to hold lots of books are all great ideas to consider, depending on your products.

Where to get them: For heavy-duty stuff, you’ll probably want to Google around order displays online. Art supply stores will often have easels and portfolios. If you don’t want to spend a lot of money yet, dollar stores can be a gold mine of quick solutions too!

Price Signage - Having clear pricing on your table helps people decide what to buy without having to ask you about every product. Print your own signs at home, bring colorful post-its, or some stiff paper, markers, and tape. You can also use a white board or chalk board to make a “menu” style price list.

Where to get them: Office supply stores, Target/Walmart.

The ability to take money from people - A secure place that’s accessible to you to keep money for making change. Cashbox theft can unfortunately be an issue sometimes, so wearable pouches or discreet envelopes that don’t immediately look like money are better in this context. If you have a cellphone or tablet, you can also get an app where you can list your products and connect an attachment to swipe or tap credit cards for a small fee.  (Note wi-fi and power are not dependable in many venues, so be sure to have a charger and a good data plan for your phone)

Where to get them:  For cash, go to your bank in person and ask for $50-$100 in 1s and 5s. For credit card payments, Square, Paypal, and SumUp all have apps that you can put on a phone or tablet and have attachments to swipe or tap credit cards.

Business cards - Customers will often want to follow you on social media, read your comic, or shop online after the show, so be sure to have lots of business cards! Use your most memorable art so they’ll be able to remember where they got it from! If you’re looking to offer commissions or talk to agents/comic professionals, you might also include your email address, but otherwise leave it off.

Where to get them: Many printers offer business cards for cheap. In a pinch, you can also print your own at home or have one sign with your info and ask people to take a picture.

What to Expect

Lots of talking! You don’t have to have a carnival sideshow “step right up” persona, but be ready to give a friendly hello to folks who look interested in your work, and confidently answer questions about all of your products when asked. If you have a comic, practice a quick elevator pitch to explain it.

Not many breaks! While you can technically step away from your table whenever you want (if you’re alone, you can usually ask a neighboring table to watch your stuff for you), every hour you spend away from your table getting food or going to see cool panels are sales opportunities missed.  Keep snacks and water at your table to minimize your time away, look for slow traffic times to step away and explore a bit, or bring a friend who can watch your table and sell things for you if you need longer breaks to recharge. 

People who have never read a comic on the internet! For those of us who live and breathe our webcomics, this can come as a shock, but many people are still only readers of printed comics and will want to buy your physical book rather than read it free on the internet or buy a digital copy. Even if it’s just a small chapter book, having a print version is a great idea to get readers!

Fun and profit! This can also be surprising if you only have experience with online stores, but people come to convention floors with very open wallets. Things that don’t sell at all online can do gangbusters at conventions when presented right! Experiment with your setup to highlight your favorite things, take careful records of what attracts peoples’ attention and what sells, and keep notes for the next day and next convention, and have fun learning about this new market!

[psychedelic-ink]

* i do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, reposted or translated (without my knowledge)

TV SHOWS & MOVIES MASTERLIST

PPCU MASTERLIST.

🔮 personal favorite || ☔️ smut || 🤧 angst || 🧁 fluff || 🩸 dark content

The Green Moon 🤧☔️

it's been a month since grogu left with the jedi and you hate to see din so heart broken. What better distraction than to explore a foreign planet? in your desperate attempt to make him feel better, everything goes wrong.

Watch 🤧☔️

You're one the brink of dying. Your stomach restless with hunger as you come back to Nevarro after months to find a job but instead finding a warm meal, you have a run in with your ex: Din. Oh joy.

Poison & Wine (feat. duke leto) ☔️

the razor crest is low on fuel and din knows the perfect pit spot.

River ☔️

din likes it when you cry for him.

No Brakes ☔️

you have a bounty on your head, din takes the job.

This is the Way ☔️

It can be hard to understand Din and his creed, but the two of you try to make it work anyway.

Flowers That Bloom in Winter 🧁

A spiteful coworker ruins the flower arrangements you had hoped to compete with. Not knowing what can be done, you entertain a young boy named Grogu who comes in at the same time wanting to buy a bouquet for his father. The next day, Din returns and offers to help you out with your work until a competition. However, he is a bit awkward and clumsy when it comes to love.

I go round and round ☔️

waking up with din is a fun experience.

the aurora borealis☔️

A friend, lover, then stranger. The last thing you expected was to be snowed in along with the bounty hunter. Tension rises as the past circles you both, trapped in the Razor Crest with no where to run or hide.

Fear Not The Abyss ☔️🩸

cult au + “do you like it when i bleed for you?”

din initiates you into the cult.

Alien Blues 🤧☔️

You walk deeper into the Razor Crest, you can hear him following you, his steps rageful. Thank god Grogu isn’t here, you don’t think you can keep your anger to yourself tonight. You attempt to put as much of a distance your can between the two of you but before you can he grabs your wrist and tugs you to him. Your shoulder aches from the force, it fuels the anger. 

Somebody Desperate ☔️

Din needs to feel you, both emotionally and physically.

Tattoo Artist Din

I got a tattoo today and always wanted to write a tattoo shop au but since I don't really have the time to write a full-on fic right now I decided to write a couple of headcanons

Baker Din Djarin

Din wakes up early, opens up the shop, and starts working on the dough. He feels the strain in his biceps as he works the dough, the heat from the ovens causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead. After putting them in the oven, he briefly locks up and helps grogu ready for school.

I've Got You Darlin' - Moonknight x f!reader x Din Djarin 🔮☔️🤧

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

[ghostofskywalker]

I’m popping back in with another request, I hope that’s okay. I couldn’t decide between Jesse or Tech but what about a new member who is having a rough go at adjusting to the new surroundings and sticks to Jesse/ Tech like glue because they were the first person they met? - Curious Curios

@curious-curios this was such a fun prompt - thank you!! i went with jesse because i thought he fit the prompt a little better :)

words: 2,099

summary: The 501st's files are a mess, and you're the one who was going to fix them. You definitely didn't know what to expect with this assignment, but it definitely wasn't developing a crush on a certain ARC trooper.

clone troopers masterlist

Welcome To The 501st

The reassignment had been hasty, and you had arrived at the hangar with absolutely no idea where you were supposed to go or what to do. The Civilian Administration Unit (or CAU for short) was still in its infancy, and up until about 20 minutes ago, you had thought you would be working with the 104th. You held your datapad in your hand and stared at the message stating that someone from the 501st would be there to greet you and escort you up to the flagship Resolute, but other than that, you were in the dark.

Previously, you had worked in the front office of the GAR, but you had always longed for something more exciting than fielding voicemails and scheduling budget meetings. So when the CAU opened up and was looking for volunteers, you jumped at the chance. The idea behind it was that people with administrative experience would probably be better at handling the more report and data-heavy aspects of life on the cruisers (the 501st, you had heard, was especially bad at keeping up with this type of stuff).

The door to the hangar opened and you turned around to see two men walking towards you, and you recognized one of them to be General Anakin Skywalker, who the holonet had dubbed one of the galaxy’s great heroes (and who you knew as one of the budgeting department’s biggest nightmares). There was a clone trooper walking next to him decorated in blue, the symbol of the Republic adorning his helmet, and when he removed it, you found that the symbol had also been tattooed on his head. You had to keep yourself from staring for too long, because he, like all the clones you had met, was incredibly handsome.

“Are you our new civilian officer?” Skywalker asked, and you nodded in response. He introduced himself and the clone next to him as Jesse, to which you softly introduced yourself as well. There was something about being the little fish in the big pond that made you even more shy than you usually were, but Jesse offered you a kind smile as the general started talking about the things you would be doing once you got onto the cruiser.

This speech continued until you got onto the transport and sat down, and Skywalker had boarded his own ship, so it was just you and Jesse. “Don’t be nervous,” he said as he sat down next to you. “The 501st can be a lot to take in at first, but you’ll get used to the craziness eventually.”

“Thanks,” you said sincerely, surprised that he had approached you. During your time at the GAR office, you had gotten a chance to meet some of the members of the Coruscant Guard, and while you thought they were all very nice, they tended to keep to themselves. “Are you included in that craziness?”

“I like to think I’m the rational one,” Jesse responded, a smile crossing his face. “But I’m sure if you asked our head medic, he’d tell you a different story.”

You laughed quietly at his words, immediately taken by his easygoing attitude and nice smile. “Well, as long as none of your reckless actions end up in the reports I have to file I have a feeling everything will be just fine,” you said, plucking up the courage to be a little bit friendlier rather than just scripted politeness.

“I’ll try to keep everything on the down-low,” was his response.

“Thanks.”

The conversation shifted after that, with him asking you about your work on Coruscant and you asking him about the tattoo on his face. He also told you stories of the 501st’s troopers and their heroics (as well as their more entertaining blunders), and by the time the transport ship was docking in the Resolute’s hangar, you felt comfortable around him, and you couldn’t help the little tug of attraction you felt when you looked at him. You’d meet many clones before, but he was the most attractive one (at least in your opinion).

Right before the two of you got up out of your seats and out the door, he turned to you. “It’ll probably be a little chaotic for your first few days, but if you need anything, I’d be happy to help.”

You smiled kindly. “Thank you Jesse. I’ll keep that in mind.”

His comm device buzzed the second you stepped out onto the hangar floor and he took off, leaving you to wonder if you would ever see him again.

***

Jesse definitely wasn’t wrong about the chaos of this particular battalion. When you arrived at the hangar, Captain Rex had introduced himself and taken you on a tour around the ship, which also gave you a chance to meet some of the other troopers, including Kix, Fives, Tup, Hardcase, and many others whose names all began to blend together after a while. They were all friendly (even to the point of being a little overbearing), but soon you were facing the real trouble: the file system.

Namely, the fact that it was a kriffing wreck.

Rex had tried his best to keep up with it, but the fact that the 501st hopped around planets nearly every other rotation made it a difficult job. Besides, he also had to lead an entire battalion, so secretarial work took a backseat (especially when the General threw them into some crazy plan on such short notice). He had offered his help to you in trying to organize and get everything submitted, but you politely declined, telling him that this was what you were here for and he had too many things on his plate to come help you all day. You would be fine once you took a look at everything and formed a plan.

And you were right about that, but it just took a little longer than you were expecting. What you thought might take only a few rotations ended up taking more than a week to organize, but thankfully you had it set up so something like this wouldn’t happen again, even if you were to leave and go back to Coruscant tomorrow. You practically lived in your office, having meals delivered to you instead of going down to the mess hall three times a day. Hells, the only time you left on most days was to go to sleep at night.

However, now that the system was better organized, it meant that you had more time during the day to go eat in the mess or take the occasional walk around the ship. There was just one problem: you didn’t really know anyone, so it was a bit of a lonely lifestyle.

Sure, there was Captain Rex, but from what you could observe, that man had a crazier schedule than you, so there was no way he was just walking around with nothing to do. Besides, he was barely an acquaintance.

You thought about Jesse, but there was no way for you to contact him. You had received your comm device after you arrived on board, so you couldn’t have given him your frequency. He was also an ARC trooper, which meant he was busier than usual as well. You considered going to the medbay to see if he was there, or to ask Kix for his brother’s frequency, but your shyness won out in the end and you just kept to yourself.

So here you were, sitting in the mess hall by yourself, picking at a lump of something on your plate that didn’t look the most appetizing, but wasn’t actually that bad. You always kept your datapad on hand so it didn’t look too embarrassing that you were eating alone. But one day, you were in the middle of reading a holonovel when you heard someone say your name, and you looked up to see Jesse sit down across from you, a grin on his face. “Hey!” he said. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all,” you responded, and your face stretched into a smile as well.

“It’s nice to see you again,” he said. “Rex said you managed to get all the files and reports organized, so I wondered if you were still on the ship.”

“I’m still here,” you said. “The 501st is stuck with me until further notice.”

“That’s great,” he said. “But I think it’s probably more like you’re stuck with us.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “It hasn’t been too crazy around here.”

“You haven’t been here long enough then. Just wait.”

You just laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

When it was time for the two of you to go your separate ways, you ended up exchanging comm frequencies. You hadn’t expected anything of it, but soon you had a standing appointment to eat lunch together whenever you could, and you no longer had to scroll through your datapad looking for something to read on most days.

You also got a chance to know some of the others better, as they started to join you at meals as well. You and Kix got along the best (much to Jesse’s chagrin, because you just used your friendship to tease him), but you were friendly with a lot of the other troopers now.

It was always difficult when the troopers went out on missions to different planets. You spent those days holed up in your office, waiting for some word about them being okay. Jesse usually let you know when they were on their way back, but you didn’t breathe easy until you saw your new friends with your own eyes, safe and sound.

Sometimes not all of the troops went, which was what had happened this time. Fives and Jesse were assisting General Skywalker with a mission because of their ARC status, so you and the rest of the 501st were still on the Resolute. You had waited all day for news of their return, but so far had heard nothing. It was during one of the times you obsessively checked your comm that you realized how you felt about Jesse. Your friendship with him had definitely blossomed into you wanting more, and you wanted to tell him as soon as possible.

A knock at the door of your office interrupted your worried pacing, and you gently called for whoever it was to come in, expecting it to be Kix with a cup of caf for you (and a little bit of reassurance that everything was okay).

Instead, Jesse walked through the door, and immediately, you wrapped him in a hug. His armor was cold and slightly damp, and he had a few minor scrapes on his face, but you didn’t care. He laughed as his arms snaked around you and held you close to him, and you allowed yourself to smile for the first time all day. “I’m guessing you missed me then,” Jesse said, and you could hear the smirk on his face.

You tried to maintain indifference, but it was a little difficult when you still hadn’t let go of him yet. “Oh shut up.”

“I just risked my shebs out there, and this is the thanks I get? Why don’t you make me?”

His words were playful, and maybe it was a lapse in judgment on your part, but you did just that, leaning up to place your lips on his for a fleeting moment. Or, for what you originally intended to be a fleeting moment. Once he realized what was happening, Jesse kissed back, his hands coming down to rest on your waist as the two of you poured all your unspoken passion into the kiss.

And it would have been even longer too, if Kix hadn’t barged into your office without knocking. “Kriffing hell,” he said as he stepped into the room, and you and Jesse pulled apart (rather reluctantly, if you were being honest).

For a moment, the medic stared owlishly at the two of you as you both stared back at him, and then Kix threw his hands up and started to back out of the room. “When you’re done eating each other’s face off, Jesse needs to come to the medbay so I can clean his scratches.”

He walked off before either you or Jesse could say anything in return, muttering something about this being Fives’ fault and how he should get paid for dealing with these animals.

And well, there wasn’t much talking between you and Jesse after that, as he leaned in for another kiss, just as passionate at the first. 

- the end -

[heyitsthatgirl]

Chenford ❤️ Lucy freaks out about being with Tim

Eleven slices of cake sat between the three women. Eleven somewhat identical slices of cake. One had raspberry filling, apparently. Another had lavender buttercream. But all were decorated in white piping and placed on plates adorned with bridal-white doilies. The bakery was a trendy little place with big bright windows that overlooked a courtyard below, a cafe taking up the space with quaint tables and ivy that twisted and crawled up every available surface. Definitely the kind of place that was still a ways off from her patrol salary, but definitely not out of reach for the bride-to-be and her once-contractor-turned-T.O. fiancé. 

Bailey was hemming and hawing at the moment between the passionfruit creme and white chocolate chai cakes, neither of which they thought the woman would end up choosing, seeing as how she had been deliberating between the slices for almost forty minutes and had made little to no progress. Apparently, Bailey had asked a few of her co-workers to come along on this very important decision-making expedition, but all had declined. Which meant that Nolan had come begging Angela and Lucy to go with her, since his girlfriend was kind of light on female besties. It took Angela a bribe of a bottle of Herradura to come along, but Lucy had agreed because she genuinely felt sorry for Bailey. She knew that it was hard to open yourself up to other people after a traumatic experience, so she stepped up to the plate. Because, at the end of the day, she was grateful for the people in her life who had been there for her when she needed. So, she would do the same for someone else if she could. 

And also: free cake. 

“I just can’t decide!” Bailey said, throwing her hands up and letting the fork clang down on the plate, a runaway piece of frosting flinging across the mahogany tabletop. “I like the chai, but it’s not very traditional.” 

“So get the chai.” Angela responded, tone even but somewhat threatening. They’d been through this whole song and dance a few times already this afternoon, and the detective was running low on patience. 

“Lucy, what do you think?” The other woman asked, hopeful optimism shining in her eyes. Lucy felt her hackles go up as Angela shot her daggers, threatening her to dare and disagree with her and continue this never-ending cake-tasting. 

“Oh, I uh,” she stammered, grabbing her own fork and taking another small taste of the cake, “Oh yeah, the chai really is great, Bailey.” 

“Really? It’s not too… Out-there for a wedding cake?” 

“It’s your second wedding,” Angela deadpanned as she rested her cheek on her fist, “Second weddings can be a little more fun.” 

“Right,” Lucy began hesitantly, noticing the way Bailey tensed up, “Why don’t you take your two favorites home with you, and have John cast the winning vote?” 

“Yeah, maybe,” she mused, looking back toward the counter where the shop owner was finishing up a sale, “I’ll go and ask if that’s okay.” 

“Great.” Angela muttered as Bailey jumped up and made her way across the bakery to the counter. Lucy used this opportunity to smack her gently on the arm. “Ow. What?”

“This is important to her!” She said, keeping her voice low enough that Bailey couldn’t hear her. “At least try to pretend to be interested.”

“I was interested. Ten cakes ago. And why couldn’t her fiance be here anyway, isn’t this like, a couples thing?” 

Lucy just gave her an annoyed glare, “Because he wanted her to try to hang out with someone beside him or a bunch of firefighters. I don’t think she has a lot of girlfriends.”

“Just get the yellow cake, it’s what everyone expects anyway,” she sighed, poking a half-eaten slice with her fork, “I didn’t even get to eat my wedding cake.” 

The statement wasn’t sad, more matter-of-fact, but made Lucy’s heart clench all the same. Some memories would always be a little more painful when she was forced back to them. “Want me to get you a slice?” She asked through a kind smile, and Angela winced, as if the thought alone was going to make her hurl.

“That’s sweet, Lucy,” she said, swallowing down a gag, “But if I look at another piece of wedding cake I’m going to lose it. In any case, once Wesley and I got settled after Guatemala, we went to Ralphs and got a small birthday cake. We even froze a piece for our one-year and everything.” 

“Stop,” Lucy said with a grin, holding back her giggles, “That’s so freaking cute!”

Both women looked over at Bailey who was chatting away with the shop owner and mulling over the variety of cakes again, and Angela just let a huge sigh go, “This woman is hopeless.”

“She’s happy,” Lucy countered, looking back to Angela, who still leaned on her fist, looking bored as ever. “If I were her, I’d be just as excited and meticulous.” 

“I bet,” she snickered before softening, “Do you think you’ll be like this, though? All bridezilla?” 

“She’s not being a bridezilla,” Lucy argued, but Angela just gave her a look and she rolled her eyes, “Okay, she’s a little bit of a bridezilla. But, anyway, I’m… We’re… We’re definitely not there.” 

“I get it,” Angela said with a growing smile, attempting to hide it by taking a sip of her champagne, “But, you’ve thought about it, right? Cause, you know, Tim wants all that traditional stuff. Wife, kids, house with the white picket fence. All that nuclear family American dream crap.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Lucy said with a laugh, twisting idly at the stem of her glass, “I mean, he mentioned it a few times when we were on patrol together.” 

“But you haven’t talked about it as a couple?” Angela seemed a little more invested in the conversation now, scooting herself a hair closer to her. 

“I mean, no not really… But,” she bit her bottom lip and tried to re-focus the conversation, “We’ve only been dating a few months. I don’t think we need to start planning out our kids’ college tuition quite yet.” Lucy suddenly felt her face go red hot, flushing crimson as she heard herself say, out loud, ‘our kids’ Because, sure. Chatting about a nebulous future where you may have kids someday, while riding together on patrol is a little different than openly admitting and verbalizing the actual concept of having children together. And the weight of the thought hit her like a semi truck. 

“How many?” Angela pressed, seemingly picking up on Lucy’s epiphany. “Kids. How many do you think you want?”

“I… I don't know.” She suddenly, desperately wished the server would make a reappearance with the bottle of champagne. “I mean, we're not even living together yet.”

“Come on,” Angela groaned, inching closer, “Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. What your life is going to look like in two, three, five years time. Not to like, freak you out, but from what I can tell, the both of you are serious about this. So, what's the hold up?” 

“Sure, I guess,” Lucy glanced up at Bailey as she now was scrolling through her phone, showing the woman behind the counter her wedding pinterest board and gushing about the ceremony she had planned. “I mean, eventually I’ll probably move in with him.”

“And? Come on, Lucy. Use that imagination of yours.” 

“It’s a little scary, okay?” She bit back, but there was no venom in it. And she sighed, “Sorry, it’s just… It took a lot of shit to get us to this point. And, sure we want the same things… Marriage, kids, dog, house. But I think we’re both so worried about screwing this up, or moving too fast… We both know each other so well, what if we are bad at it? You know like, what if we don’t know how to be a good couple?” 

“It seems to me like you guys are doing fine,” she said, her brow furrowing just a little, “Unless you’re not. Are you fighting or…?”

“No!” She quickly corrected, maybe a little too loudly, and looked around worriedly at the rest of the bakery where people happily ignored her outburst, and she turned back to Angela, “No. It’s nothing like that. We’re solid. He’s… Honestly, the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. We communicate. Make time for each other. Respect each other’s privacy and boundaries. And, you know, the sex is pretty good.” 

“Oh, God, please,” Angela begged, her face screwing up into a disgusted wince, “You can spare me those details, Lucy! Honestly.” 

“Sorry,” she laughed, “It’s more like, everything feels like it’s going so great…” 

“You feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop?” She asked, and Lucy nodded her head slowly. “I get it. You are kind of wondering, when are his skeletons going to fall out of the closet? But, Lucy,” Angela laughed, her hand settling on hers and gave it a gentle tap, “Tim Bradford is the most vanilla guy I know. And you’ve ridden with him long enough to know all his secrets. Isabel’s addiction. His issues with his father. At the end of the day, you already know who you’ve got.” 

She was right, of course. Tim was an open book these days, far from the walled-off, broken man who had stolen her service belt or made her walk outside the shop. There’d always be a little bit of a hard edge to Tim Bradford, but finally getting to the point where he was open and without barriers, she knew Angela was right about his deep, dark secrets. And maybe that wasn’t even it— maybe she was more afraid of being the one to screw things up. She didn’t exactly have a great track record with men either. But she knew things were different, things were right this time. So, she took another sip of her champagne and let the worries and fears tuck away in her subconscious, safe and sound for now. 

“She really should just pick the chai,” Lucy finally said, taking another bite of the mangled slice of cake. “I mean, I would have gone for the lemon poppyseed, but that’s me.” 

“You think I should go with lemon?” Bailey asked, stunned, as she approached the table with a to-go box. Angela quickly turned her glare on Lucy, who just winced as she set her fork down and gave both women an apologetic and pained smile. 

“Should I order us another round of drinks?”

Thank you so much for the prompt! I enjoyed this a lot, and hope that, while I took a slightly different take with this, it still was what you were looking for. Writing prompts are currently open. If your prompt is not answered, it's nothing personal, we may just have different ideas.

[creaturefeaster]

What is it like to raise birds? I really like birds and I would like to have as many as you but I have no idea if it is how I imagine it, even so, if I had some I would love them! I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes.

Owning and raising birds is a real treat. They are easy to understand if you're committed to learning, and are a really fun and healthy source of entertainment. Most of my childhood was me being a bedridden hermit, and getting chickens was the first and most vital step in getting me outdoors and moving more. It's amazing how much flock animals can change your life for the better.

Chickens are funny, easy to keep happy, and if you handle them right, extremely loving in their own way that makes it exciting to go out each day and see how they're doing.

Raising them from chicks yourself is the best way to ensure they'll be friendly and loving when they're older. It can be sort of scary when you have your first chicks, it's easy to think they're more fragile than they are, or that you're upsetting them, but baby birds just like to whine. Some more than others, but either way you learn pretty quickly that being consistent and easy-going with your attention is what birds tend to like.

Working with a calm hand and persistence, you will be rewarded with a fun hobby that comes with many benefits. Chickens are best for eggs and compost, getting rid of food scraps and old (but never moldy!) food turns into fresh eggs to eat and poop for fertilizing the land. Geese are great for maintaining wild plant growth, keeping grass low cut and invasive weeds at bay, and also produce a lot of feather fluff if you have use for goose feathers. Their eggs are also massive, though not as good for frying as chicken eggs. Ducks are great at keeping garden pests at bay, and can be super amusing as they're surprisingly fast paced and emotive animals.

They are very messy, though. Maybe not as much with chickens-- as long as they have a dry space they keep themselves pretty clean as long as you change their bedding when they need it. Ducks and geese however, which are waterfowl, can be much much messier. Ducks especially. They need a lot of water to be happy, and get it everywhere. This in combination with their poop leads to quickly dirtied water and muddy enclosures if you don't keep up with the cleaning. Every day I get messy and wet for their sake. I don't mind it, but it can be harder to manage in colder and wetter months.

It can be a bit of a hump to get past the grosser parts of poultry care, but once you get past that, and you have a routine, I think it's still a relatively easy thing to maintain, and is worth it for all the pleasantries the birds bring in turn.

Chickens do well with less space than a lot of other poultry, their comfortable square foot per individual radius is rather small, given they have room to run and can all get along. It is simple and easy to raise chickens in a suburban backyard. I am not sure if it works similarly for other countries, but look up your town ordiances for poultry livestock allowances, if in the USA. More towns allow backyard hens than you'd expect, depending on the square footage of your property.

Geese and ducks need much more space, they are roamers and need large spaces to walk, stretch their wings, and explore to stay happy lest they grow bored and agitated. Unless you live in rural neighborhoods, it is unlikely you can own waterfowl. And roosters; Many suburban towns that allow hens do not allow roosters, because they are noisy.

Quails are also another choice, if chickens are too intimidating or difficult to procure in your area. Many quails can live quiety and happily in an enclosure even inside, so long as they have proper enrichment. They can be a good and cute stepping stone to bigger birds like chickens or ducks.

Turkeys and guinea fowl are interesting in their own way as well. I don't have as much experience with turkeys, they're larger and sassier but they generally work well with chickens. Plus they make funny noises and are amusing to look at. Guinea fowls, kind of like geese, are really good watch dogs if you live in a place with hawks, eagles, or small predators. They are very loud and vocal, and can be somewhat assertive and protective of their flock. They're also really stupid looking.

But anyways, back to what it's like to have birds in general... If you're birdbrained you will feel at home when you are amongst your flock. If you aren't birdbrained, enough time around them will make you so. It will be a peaceful experience and the work put into them is always rewarding. Being able to sit with chickens, letting them jump up to you and eat from your hand, or petting and hugging a duck, or having a gaggle of geese follow you through a field in a slow line... it's like having a fun and obtainable experience to look forward to every day. :3

Oh, I was going to end it there but I actually have one more thing to add. This part of poultry care is the part people don't always like to hear/realise, but the biggest thing with poultry is: Do not raise what you are not willing to kill. Regardless of whether you raise birds like chickens for meat, eggs, or just as pets, you must accept that fact that at some point, you may need to humanely cull one. Unwanted males do not sell/rehome easily, and can become an issue to take care of if you aren't ready to cull. Sick hens do not always make it, and sometimes you have to decide to spare them the pain and put them down. Vets can sometimes help with this, but most of the time that requires an exotics expert, and can cost you much more than it's worth. Being able to cull your birds is also useful life experience and teaches proper animal respect.

Just, keep that in mind if you ever look into owning birds. You need to be strong for their sake, you are the one they depend on the most.

[the-freaks]

Whisper

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, spitting, slight dom!Eddie, jealousy, swearing, cigarettes, slight choking (let me know if I forgot any / need to add any)

Summary: Y/N and Eddie just recently started a relationship and decided to keep it low profile. Steve and Robin show up to Eddie’s trailer earlier than expected for their plans, interrupting an intimate moment. Panic sets in and they are terrible at trying to hide it.

You woke up at Eddie’s, next to him in bed. You sipped the water bottle he always left for you before he joined you to sleep. You gently played with his hair as usual before getting yourself up. You walked through his trailer in your oversized cropped Iron Maiden t shirt and grey cotton shorts. You started a pot of coffee and had a cigarette on the couch while it brewed. You looked out the window to see a beautiful crisp autumn day, and we’re excited to see your friends Steve and Robin today. They wanted to spend the day at Skull Rock, have a fire and some drinks. You told Eddie about it last night, you hoped he remembered.

Steve, Nancy and Robin introduced you and Eddie last year, shortly after their latest experience in the Upside Down. You never had been, and you were thankful for that. Meeting El, Will and Johnathan for the first time not too long ago, they all shared their experiences with you, but Eddie shared his with you privately.

You two had become best friends and were completely inseparable. You lived a few trailers away from him, and after he graduated, he had gotten his own trailer so you basically started living with him. Your mom didn’t mind much, she loved Eddie, and his uncle Wayne thought you were a great person for Eddie to be around.

But about 8 months into the friendship was when you both came to realize there were feelings involved. One night about a month ago, you were at Steve’s house with your other friends and ended up spending the night there. You didn’t sleep in the same room as Steve, and only slept there because you were all drinking and it was late. Eddie was going crazy that whole night, so worried something would happen with you and Steve. The only reason he wasn’t there was because he had the flu. Although nothing did happen between you and Steve, Eddie couldn’t sleep that night. Once you got home, you and Eddie got into a small argument about it, and that’s when it all came to light between you two. You started a relationship with each other but decided to keep it on a low profile for now. The only people that knew were your mom and Wayne.

You pour yourself a mug of coffee and hear Eddie call your name from the bedroom. You walk in to see him still in bed, pouting that you got up.

“I hate how early you wake up, I can always tell when you’re not in the bed,” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt.

You climb back into bed next to him, “I know, but you sleep too late!”

Eddie looks at his watch and groans, collapsing his head into your neck, “It’s not even noon yet.”

“But it’s so nice out and we have plans…”

He groans, “I’m sure, but I’m sleeping.”

You giggle and peck kisses at his neck, “You sure about that?”

He cocks and eyebrow looking down at you, “You have other plans?”

“Hmmm…” you hum, “Maybe I’ll sleep at Steve’s again tonight.”

You laugh when Eddie gives you a look. It was funny now and Eddie always got a little turned on by jealousy, “Funny,” he mumbles, “Go ahead, see what would happen.”

“What would happen?”

He climbs on top of you, “I’d have to remind you who you belong to.”

You giggle, “I think you should remind me now…”

He gently grips your neck, “Oh, yeah? You’re starting to forget?”

You shrug, “Maybe a little.”

“Oh, you’re in a fun mood today,” he groans.

He starts sucking and nibbling at your neck, and runs his other hand down your body, grabbing at you each time he moves down, “Mine, mine, mine,” he whispers, “Only mine. Understand?”

You sigh playfully, “I think I need more convincing.”

“That’s it,” he sits up, “You’re in trouble now.”

You giggle as he starts pulling your clothes off and goes back to work on your neck, purposely leaving marks. He pulls his boxers down and kicks them off, rubbing his hard cock in between your legs.

He sits up to look down at you, “There, all marked up.”

He slides his hand down in between your legs and plays with the wetness that was building, sliding his fingers in and watching you squirm.

“Normally I’d be putting my face down there before fucking you,” he mumbles, working his fingers inside you, “But since you pissed me off, I’m just gonna get right to fucking you like the little slut you are, kay?”

You nod, “Yes, Eddie.”

“Don’t act all innocent with me now, you’re in trouble.”

He grabs his cock and starts rubbing the tip against your clit, causing you to squirm around more. He presses his lips as he watches you, then slides his tip inside of you, “You’re gonna take it, kay? I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna take it. Understand?” He whispers, leaning down closer to you.

You gasp at feeling him entering you and nod eagerly.

He hums, “Good girl…”

He slides his cock into you as deep as he can and holds it there, watching you squirm on him, “That’s it baby, squirm for me. Too big for you, huh?”

You moan out his name, “Eddie, please…”

“Please what?”

You throw your head back in frustration, “Please, Eddie! Fuck me, please.”

He grins and starts to pull out only to slam it back into you, watching your face get so cock drunk off of him. He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, digging his other fingers into your skin, his other hand gripping your throat, “Such a pretty little slut for me,” he moans, “Such a good girl for me.”

He slides his fingers up from your throat and into your mouth, playing with your tongue and pushing them far back, causing you to gag and drool, “Fuck…” he groans as he slams into your pussy harder. He watches you and works your clit faster, “Cum on me, baby,” he moans, “I wanna see you make a mess for me…show me what only I can do to you…show me what’s mine.”

You groan loudly at his words, trying to grind your hips down harder into him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts the wet fingers into his mouth to taste. He grips that hand tightly on your hip, pushing and pulling you harder onto his thrusts. You feel your wetness dripping onto him, making beautiful noises as he slaps into you, noises he loved. He watched himself fuck you, still working on your clit.

“Such a good girl for me…” he groans, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cry out, eyes starting to fill with tears so he knew you were close, “I belong to you, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he sighs under his breath, feeling your walls tightening around him, “Getting so tight baby, I’m gonna fill you up soon…cum for me, baby…”

He spits on your clit to creates even more wetness around it, so he finger moves even more gracefully. Your legs start trembling and tears stream down your face as your release explodes, causing him to marvel down at your juices squirting from around him.

You scream out his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, grasping at his skin, begging him not to stop. You scream out his name again and he grips your throat.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, “Look at this mess…”

He slams his hand over your mouth, a knock on his trailer door interrupting him. You both lay silently. Another knock. Eddie jumps out of bed, “Get dressed,” he demands as he pulls on some old black sweatpants he had on the floor.

You get up, fucked out of your mind and slide your clothes back on, throwing you hair into a messy ponytail.

“Stay here,” he mumbles as he closes the bedroom door behind him as he goes to investigate.

You looked at your watch to see it was 12pm, 30 minutes before Steve and Robin said they were going to come over to your place. You put your ear to the bedroom door to listen in.

Eddie opens the door to see Robin completely looking in every direction other than at him, and Steve grinning widely right at him.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Steve says sarcastically, “Sleep good?”

Eddie squints his eyes from the sun, “Uh, hi,” he notices Robin literally avoiding eye contact, “Hello, uh,” he crosses his arms over his bare chest, “How can I help you.”

Steve scoffs, “Dude, we’re going to Skull Rock! Y/N said she told you last night.”

Eddie looks up to think, remembering that you did tell him this last night and that you tried to remind him again this morning, “Yeah, obviously. Uh, no Wheeler?” He asks to buy time.

“Nah, her and Mike had a family thing they couldn’t get out of,” Steve responds, looking into Eddie’s trailer.

“Oh, shit - tough,” Eddie sighs to cover up trying to catch his breath.

“Anyway,” Steve continues, “We were supposed to meet Y/N at her trailer,” Steve motions with his head in that direction, “But she’s not there…her car is. Must have walked somewhere, huh?”

Eddie nods slowly, “Huh, yeah. Think she said she was gonna go to the liquor store to get some drinks for us.”

“Oh,” Steve raises his eyebrows, nodding along, “Yeah, cause we just came from there actually, she wasn’t there.”

“Oh, cool,” Eddie nods, looking away, “Probably in the shower,” he shrugs.

Steve smiles, “Think we can hang here til she’s ready? You weren’t busy or anything, right?”

“No, nope,” Eddie quickly responds, “Yeah, come on in…”

He holds the door for them, “You okay, Buckley?”

Robin starts laughing nervously and loudly, “Great! Yeah, thanks. I’m very…good. Edward, Eddie, Munson…”

She sits down on the couch staring at the wall while Eddie stares at her with wide eyes, “Okay…well,” Eddie shakes his head, “I’m gonna go put some clothes on.”

Steve winks at him as he leans against the wall, watching him back away to his bedroom, “Kay, you go do that.”

Eddie comes back into the bedroom, nervously putting his normal clothes on.

“I told you about this! But you don’t listen!” You whisper yell.

“Uh…” Eddie almost ignoring you starts looking around his room, “You have clothes here right? Like jeans or some shit?”

You look around the room with him, “I think so?”

He looks up at what you’re wearing, “Kay, leave the shirt, that’s fine. Try to find your clothes, if not, make a pair of my jeans work.”

You nod, looking through the clothes on his floor. You get on your knees to look under his bed and find a pair of your black jeans. They were covered in dust, “I’ve been looking for these!” You whisper yell at him.

He gives you a look, “I don’t keep an inventory here!” He whisper yells back.

You stare back at him, and shake the pants around since they were covered in dust, and you both start coughing. He slams his hand over your mouth again.

“Munson? You good?” Steve calls out.

“Fantastic, Harrington,” he calls back out with an annoyed tone, “Gimme a second!”

“Was that a good idea.” He whispers to you, stating rather than asking, brushing the dust off instead of shaking it.

“I can climb out the window? Pretend I was just walking over here?” You suggest as you slide your shorts off to change into the jeans.

He snaps his fingers, “Good thinking. I’ll meet you outside though, you’re gonna fall and make a scene.”

You roll your eyes as Eddie runs out of the bedroom, “Gonna go have a cigarette,” he says loudly to Steve and Robin as he swiftly walks past them. They both watch him without responding and see him awkwardly pretending to have a cigarette before running to the back of the trailer.

“I told you to wait!” Eddie whisper yells at you, seeing you ass sticking out of his window. He can’t help but laugh, “This is why I said that, actually.”

“Shut up,” you whisper back, “Help me, my shoe is stuck.”

“Christ,” he mumbles, trying to get your shoe lace unstuck, “just take it off.”

“I will fall!” You whisper yell.

He laughs, trying to hide his face from you, “Baby, who climbs out of a window ass first?”

You sigh, “Eddie, I’m going to kill you.”

He holds you up, trying to get your shoe lace out of the crappy plastic window hinge, “Ass first,” he mumbles, “Climbing out of a window backwards.”

You look over your shoulder in your strange position and see Steve and Robin standing there just staring at what they were witnessing.

“Eddie,” you say in a normal volume, “They caught us.”

Eddie spins around and sighs in defeat. He hangs his head, “Harrington, give me a hand? Her fucking shoe is stuck and she’s about to fall.”

They both look at each other and burst out laughing. Steve runs over to help with your shoe lace as Eddie holds you up with both hands. Your shoe lace ends up ripping and you start to fall, Steve and Eddie both easing you down.

“Climbing out of a window backwards,” Eddie says again.

“Would you have preferred me to do a back flip out of the window?!” You playfully shove him.

Robin and Steve both still hysterical with laughter, “I am literally never going to forget this,” Robin says, wiping tears from her eyes.

“I mean, I’m traumatized,” Steve adds underneath his laughter, “We heard you two when we walked up,” he points at you, “You’re loud as shit, Munson…not so much.”

Eddie shrugs, nudging you with his shoulder, “What can I say?”

“Ew…” Robin covers her ears, “That part I want to forget. But Y/N’s ass hanging out of your window…that was gold.”

“Why didn’t you guys just tell us you were together?” Steve asks seriously.

You shrug, “I don’t know, it’s still pretty new.”

“Because she can’t climb out of a window, she’s an embarrassment,” Eddie jokes, swinging his arm around you.

Steve and Robin start laughing again, “Good thing you weren’t with us in the Upside Down…” Steve jokes.

“Oh no…” Eddie shakes his head, “We’d all be dead from trying to run backwards.

They all laugh and you playfully shove him again. Eddie lights up a cigarette for you two to share, “Let’s go do some day-drinking and build a fire!”

You all head back to Steve’s car and pile in, Eddie’s arm proudly around you, no longer having to hide it.

[seafoamreadings]

week of november 27th, 2022

aries: after weeks of not so much aries vibe you're suddenly in for a period of much more personally relevant energy, whisking you off of the sidelines where you've been cheering on other people's lives. perhaps you are about to find yourself swept off of your feet.

taurus: you can expect this to be the kind of week that chafes a bit. but it chafes like a bandage doing a lot of important healing, and by the weekend the moon in your sign provides comfort for that as well.

gemini: your ruling planet opposes mars, the latter of which is retrograde in your sign. so communication issues do abound and little arguments well up where someone only made an offhand comment or tried to be sincerely kind. be compassionate and if this happens to you try to be patient.

cancerians: a lot of this week's energy is likely to be uncomfortable for your sign because it's very cardinal fire. but all of it is also full of the potential for healing and growth. it's just a little less like being a flower and a little more like being a phoenix.

leo: although all in all the vibe is fortunate, romance may experience some strange little hiccups and glitches. fear not, the confusion and disorientation are temporary and clear up for you by the weekend.

virgo: your ruler ceres is involved in tensions nearly all the week long. and if you are a virgo insistent that your ancient ruler mercury still has a stronger affinity, it's actually in similar tensions for almost as long. so things are not easy. but are they helping you grow? are you able to thrive?

libra: venus engages in a conversation with her lover, mars, all week. it is likely to become an argument. likewise for you, speak only if you are willing to negotiate a peace deal should you turn out to be misunderstood.

scorpio: you are supported all the week long in many ways but not, mostly, when it comes to money. your money, other people's money... loans, taxes, spending. so go out there and enjoy the bounties of this lovely world but be careful with the currency.

sagittarius: such sagittarian-centric weeks are rare, so make good use of it. yes, part of this involves pings off mars retrograde in your relationships house, and this can be rough sometimes, but it doesn't have to be bad. sometimes people like it rough...? anyway, try to make it fun. venus and the sun are also on your side, which is hard to turn into a bad thing.

capricorn: there's low grade earth energy to provide structure where it is needed but you'll need to know where to look. and even if you know, you can't really expect everyone else to know, so be patient and compassionate while they flounder trying to keep up.

aquarius: if you have been feeling suspicious about some form of financial treachery, delusion, mishandling, etc, neptune direct brings a certain amount of clarity. it also nudges you, gently or not, to take note of your personal values and how they have been honored or violated in recent months.

pisces: it's an oceanic week to be sure, even with all the sagittarian energy and chiron in aries in the mix. for you, the fire hardly stands up to the water but lets it turn it into steamy vapor. similarly your influence is powerful now. but the subtler you can be with it, the better.