#but they rectified that in the second game

[jettreno]

I assume it’s bc of the tv show but I’ve seen a couple posts randomly dunking on the last of us but for such dumb reasons. “I want to play lighthearted silly games instead of grimdark ones” “I want to play games that are more inextricable from the video game medium, games that are less cinematic” the good news is that those games exist! the last of us is in fact only two games out of the countless video games out there, so I would recommend not playing them if you don’t want to

[faemorningstar]

🏄‍♂️ Sheila also I'm adding 👔 bc like I said, she is epic

🏄🏿: what they would wear to a pool/beach

👔: what they would wear to a formal event

i don't talk about Sheila enough and honestly it should be a crime

[pasta-pardner]

logically i know that jawnbie has very little fan content because he has (proportionally) very little screen time compared to other characters in the red dead franchise... but consider the following:

- i think he's hot

- i think he's interesting

- i think he should have more fics/art/gifsets

[spider-stark]

INFINITELY YOU

part two // crullers & constants

SUMMARY - In every universe, Peter Parker seems destined to fall in love with you. And, in every universe, he realizes it too late. When universes collide and two of them are granted a second chance at rectifying their biggest mistake, neither of them are willing to let the opportunity go to waste–even if you end up not being the person they thought you were.

WARNINGS - 18+, story will contain mentions of blood, broken bones, weapons, suggestive language, and more. I will try to update warnings accordingly for each chapter, but please read at your own discretion

WORD COUNT - 4.2k

// masterlist // series masterlist // send me your thoughts // no way home fan fiction // rewrite

name key: tom!peter = peter // andrew!peter = parker

Peter Pan Donuts is a sacred place. 

Or, rather, it was a sacred place—and walking back into the shop now felt awfully strange. 

Back when you and Peter first started high school, it had become a tradition to end every Friday with one of the renowned pastry shop’s legendary frosted crullers. You considered it a well-deserved reward for surviving another week of more drama than either of you could stomach, thankful that the weekend was finally upon you and that you could finally breathe without inhaling the reek of the unwashed teenage boys that lined the halls of Midtown. 

Peter Pan’s quickly became a haven. A safe place where the two of you could tuck yourselves away at the end of the bar, talking for hours about the teachers you hated and the bullies you hoped would fall from the face of the Earth. There was nothing that you couldn’t talk about, no secrets kept between you and Peter. 

Or, at least, none that mattered. 

But things changed as time passed, as they so often do. 

It started with the inclusion of Ned. You didn’t particularly mind his presence, even if the conversations had begun to shift towards less intimate topics, focusing instead on movies that you all wanted to see or upcoming video games that you would all try to play. 

Then came the inclusion of Mj a few months later, after she landed a job at the shop. That was when everything truly changed—when it was no longer you and Peter tucked away at the bar, but you and Ned, left to pick at your food and watch as Peter leaned across the front counter and talked to Mj over her shift. 

After a few months of testing every donut on the menu with Ned, you stopped going altogether. 

And Peter never even asked why. 

“I was surprised to see you texted me,” you quip as you slid onto the free barstool, “what happened to not wanting me to get involved?” 

Peter exhales sharply through his nose, and even though his eyes are glued to his phone, you can tell that he was already regretting asking you to meet him here. “I already told you that what I want doesn’t matter.” 

And how true that must have been. 

There had been nothing kind about his text to you this morning, although there was nothing inherently rude about it either, you supposed. It was simple—meet me at Peter Pan’s asap, need 2 talk—but you could almost sense the begrudging nature with which he had typed it. And, sitting next to him now, you could almost feel it, too. 

He didn’t want you here, even if he had been the one to invite you, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he had decided to involve you at all—especially so soon. What had changed in a single night? 

Sitting on the barstool to your left, Parker pops his lips. “Well this is fun. I’m not at all uncomfortable right now.” 

You turned towards him, acknowledging just how different he looked in the civilian clothes that he donned in place of his suit—black jeans that certainly looked worse for wear and an old Ramone’s t-shirt that you immediately recognized as yours. Oversized on you, the short sleeves clung rather tightly to his well-muscled arms. Did he seriously go through your stuff?! 

 “Why are you even here?” You ask, perhaps a little sharper than necessary. You weren’t angry that he had gone sifting through the armoire in the spare bedroom, especially since he couldn’t just parade around as Spider-Man all of the time. But he could’ve at least asked. “Shouldn’t one of you be busy patrolling?” 

It was hard to tell if the offense on his face was real or feigned, but you didn’t care much either way. “Peter wanted answers about my world, I wanted food,” he shrugs, gesturing at the crème-filled donut in front of him. “And Peter 2’s handling patrol.” 

Peter 2—you had almost forgotten about him, the version of Peter that hadn’t wanted to come with Ned and Mj to your apartment last night. As far as you could tell when you woke up this morning, he hadn’t shown up in the middle of the night, either—no trace of Parker or anyone else when you had finally stumbled out of your room to get ready after reading the text from Peter. 

You didn’t figure it was really your business where the mystery Peter was, but you were a little surprised to hear that he was still out patrolling. Was he not exhausted?  

“Ametaur move getting crème-filled,” you tell him, ignoring everything he said. “Should’ve gone with the frosted vanilla cruller, it’s way better.” 

“No way,” he gapes, grabbing the half-eaten pastry and shaking it for emphasis as he said, “this is god-tier, alright? No way anything’s topping it.” 

The expression on his face was actually hilarious, his brown doe eyes alight with pure euphoria as he took another bite of the donut. An exaggerated moan slipped his lips, coated with bits of sugar and crème. It was hard not to laugh at him, especially when you knew that was probably his goal—to combat the evident tension between you and Peter. 

Chuckling, you lift your hands in mock defense. “Suit yourself, Parker. But if you ever wanna experience true pleasure, then you know what to order.” 

Parker looks as if he's about to continue his borderline-lustful tangent about the donut, but Peter spoke up instead, his attention snagging on the name you used. 

“Parker?” He echoes in disbelief, letting his phone clatter against the bar. 

Peter’s sudden resurgence to the real world left Parker silent, sinking back against his stool and taking another bite. 

“What?” Your brow arches, your voice laced with incredulity. “Did you really think I’d keep calling him Peter 2? No offense to Ned, but everything about that feels stupid.” 

Peter’s eyes narrow, coupled with a subtle shake of his head that indicates he doesn't care nearly enough to have this conversation right now. 

You didn’t care much either, and so you steered the conversation in a more productive direction. “So what is this grand plan of yours?” You ask with a somewhat sarcastic lilt. “And where do I fit into it?” 

Another huff of breath escaped his nostrils. “We don’t even have a plan. Not yet,” he reluctantly admits. “But I tried talking to Doctor Strange last night, to see if he had some sort of magical spell or something that would let us go back and fix all of this.” 

Your lips press together, nibbling on the skin and pretending you didn’t notice the hidden meaning behind his words. He hadn’t just gone to Doctor Strange to find a way to get rid of the villains now lurking in your world, because if he had, then he wouldn’t have gone specifically seeking out a spell that would let him go back—not just to stop the villains from ever coming here, but to save May, too. 

“Did he?” 

Peter reached for his cup of iced coffee, if only to occupy his now-fidgeting fingers. “No,” he murmurs, the sound of sloshing ice nearly overpowering him as he swirled the cup. “He didn’t.” 

You frown at the tinge of disappointment that snuck through his otherwise even tone, your chest aching. You had to fight against the urge to say I’m sorry, remembering what he had said to you last night—he didn’t want your apologies, nor did he seem to want anyone else's. 

In truth, you weren’t sure what Peter wanted; or what you could do to help him. 

“Well did he have anything useful?” 

He shook his head, lifting the cup to his mouth. “Define useful,” he scoffed, sounding uncharacteristically sharp. He took a sip of his drink, his nose scrunching as soon as the coffee hit his tongue—too bitter. 

Despite the coffee’s pale color that indicated it was more cream than coffee, you weren’t surprised that it was still too strong for him. Peter had never truly developed a taste for coffee, only pursuing a caffeine addiction for the sake of combating the exhaustion that came with being Spider-Man. That didn’t mean he had ever grown to like it though, masking the taste with copious amounts of sugar and syrups. 

“Something that will keep multiversal villains from tearing our world apart?” You venture half-heartedly, guided by pure instinct and muscle memory as you reached over to take his cup from him, snagging a few packs of sugar from the plastic canister on the bar to0. 

“He has a theory,” Peter gives you a tight-lipped smile, born of pure frustration. 

“A theory? And he expects us to save the world with this theory?” You ask, a bit more derisive than you would have been if Doctor Strange were around to hear. 

Peter scoots closer to you, his voice purposefully low. “Do you remember when I told you about him using the Time Stone before Mr. Stark died? To look through all the different outcomes with Thanos?” 

Ripping open the sugar packets and dumping them in his cup, you managed to mask a wince at the mention of Peter’s dead mentor. You only nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you tried for any sort of verbal affirmation. 

“Well… when he did that, he thinks that he might have actually seen through the multiverse—he just didn’t know for sure at the time.” 

Your forehead creased as you popped the lid back onto his cup, sliding it back towards him. Given his advantage of Spidey-sense, he easily caught it before it could slide too far and end up on the floor—which is what would have definitely happened pre-Spider bite. 

“And you don’t consider that to be useful to our current situation?” 

“No. I don’t.” Peter answers firmly. “Because at the center of it all—in every universe the Stone showed him—all he saw was you.” 

You nearly laugh, your lips curving as you rose a brow at him. “Me?” 

Peter gave a nod as he took another sip of his drink. This time, his nose didn’t scrunch. 

“But it’s been almost a year since the Avengers took down Thanos,” you reminded him, your stunned amusement beginning to fade into confusion. “If he saw.. Me, when he used the Stone, then why didn’t he say anything until now?” 

By no means would you consider yourself to be close with New York’s resident Sorcerer, and so you wouldn’t have expected him to come to you with this knowledge. But Peter—he knew Peter, and he knew that you were Peter’s best friend, and so it didn’t make any sense to you why Doctor Strange chose to wait until now to mention what the Stone had shown him. 

Given the aggravated expression Peter wore, it was clear that he was thinking the same. “I don’t know, and trying to get answers out of Doctor Strange that he clearly doesn’t want to give is like pulling teeth.” 

“But what does that mean?” You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing further, concern starting to bubble up inside of you. Regardless of his answer—if he had one—you had a feeling you wouldn’t like it. “I don’t get how I’m at the center of every universe.” 

Peter blew out a breath, his fingers going back to tapping against the sides of his plastic cup. “Alright, so there are probably well-over a hundred thousand different parallel universes, okay? Some of them are probably super similar to ours, and then there are others that are the complete opposite.” 

“O-kay,” you drone, your brows drawing together. You felt the start of a headache coming on as you prepared yourself for the confusing science-talk that was surely about to start pouring out of his mouth. 

Perhaps noticing your pained expression, Peter tries to find a way to simplify whatever explanation he was about to use. “Try and look at it like this,” he started, “think of the multiverse as some giant, cosmic loom, alright? Now imagine that each thread on the loom signifies a person. As the loom weaves all of these different threads together, different decisions get made and different actions are taken—and with every choice, a new thread is spun, branching off and creating a variation of the original tapestry.” 

“So it’s like you and Parker, right?” You interrupt him, rubbing at your temples. “Same thread, different reality?” 

“Exactly! And, technically speaking, that’s how it’s supposed to be. As the loom weaves and alters reality, each thread continuously evolves into something different.” He paused, his fingers finally falling still. “But now imagine that—in the center of all of these branching tapestries—there exists one thread, entirely unbroken and unaltered by this ever-weaving tapestry of existence, okay? A glitch in the cosmic fabric, a constant that’s woven into infinite realities and yet, somehow, remains fundamentally unchanged. How does that work?” 

You couldn’t ignore the sense of dread creeping up your spine, nor could you escape the slight wobble in your voice as you said, “It doesn’t sound like it should.” 

“You’re right, it shouldn’t work.” Peter confirmed, his expression nearly impossible to read. “But according to Doctor Strange, you are that thread. A constant anomaly that defies every potential law of the multiverse.” 

Nausea bubbled in your gut. God, you did not want to deal with this right now! 

“And let me guess,” a bitter laugh follows your words, “that’s as much information as he was willing to give, wasn’t it?” 

“Yep,” Peter pops his lips, leaning back into his stool. His brows raise slightly in a silent I told you so before he says, “Hey, you’re the one that wanted to be involved, right? Now you’re at the center of everything-” 

“I said I wanted to help you,” you correct him sharply. “Not that I wanted to be at the center of Doctor Strange’s weird Time Stones fantasies!” 

He only shrugs, barely acknowledging the dirty look you gave him as he plucks his phone off of the counter, clicking on a notification. “Same thing, isn’t it? Either way, you get what you want.” 

“What I want?” You echoed, your mouth hung open in disbelief. 

“Doctor Strange seems to think that whatever is wrong with you might help us solve all of this. That you might be connected to the multiverse somehow, or that you’re at least immune to it. So yeah, you get what you want. You get to help,” he spat the word out like an insult, too focused on typing something to even notice how rude he sounded. 

If it weren’t for the feeling that stomach acid was about to come crawling up your throat, then you might have taken some time to unpack the bitterness in his tone or be hurt by the claim that something was wrong with you—but you didn’t. Even if you had, you weren’t sure that it would have gotten you anywhere. 

You weren’t stupid. Peter was wielding his insolence like a shield, purposefully trying to hurt you as an effort to keep you at arms length—and, if you had to guess, Mj and Ned were probably receiving the same treatment right now. 

“Well this isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to help,” you admitted, one hand going to rest against your cramping stomach. At least the throbbing in your temples had died down… 

Peter only shrugged at you, shoving his phone in his back pocket and rising to his feet. “Too bad,” he told you, offering a smile that most definitely wasn’t genuine. “I’ve gotta go, but make him walk you home, alright? I’ll text you if I hear anything else from Doctor Strange.” 

Parker frowned beside you, and whether it was because Peter was speaking about him like he wasn’t here or because of his attitude in general, you couldn’t tell. 

“Whoa, hold up! You didn’t even tell me what your plan is until you hear from him!” You argue, reaching for his wrist to keep him from walking past you until he answered. 

He pulls his hand back from your grip, but not before your stare snags on the reddish hue that stains his nails—blood. Noticing it only served to make you feel sicker, and to make your concern for Peter grow larger. Was he really still walking around with May’s blood caked under his nails? Has he rested at all since last night? 

“Same plan as always,” he told you, your eyes snapping up to meet his, suddenly noticing how rimmed with exhaustion they were. “Stop the bad guys.” 

He didn’t leave any time for protests or further questions before turning his back to you and heading straight for the exit. When the little bell on the door chimed as he shoved his way back out onto the streets, you couldn’t stop the worried sigh that escaped your lips. 

Peter was an Avenger by every right. He had battled alongside a Norse God and helped take down a literal Titan, and so knew that you shouldn’t have any reason to doubt his capability when it came to taking down whatever villains had crossed into your world. 

But it wasn’t that you doubted his ability to survive against them, or even his ability to stop them—you were worried about whether he could handle the weight of it all. 

The weight of him placing yet another thing on his shoulders. Another villain, another fight, another burden, another chance to lose someone. 

Thinking of that, it suddenly dawned on you that maybe Mj and Ned weren’t getting the same treatment as you. Maybe you were getting the worst of it, if only because now whatever connection you had to the multiverse was just another weight he thought he had to bear, another person he had to worry about protecting. 

Guilt flooded your veins, and even as you tried to remind yourself that you hadn’t caused this, you still couldn’t shake the anxious feeling that it was somehow your fault anyway. 

“Y’know, I get that this probably isn’t the right time for this,” Parker starts. When you look at him, your attention immediately snags on the dozen donuts that he had ordered while you were talking to Peter. “But I think it’s so cool that you guys have magic in your world!” 

He takes another bite of the donut in his hand, powdered sugar falling from his lips as he says, “And these donuts! It’s a tough call, but they might be even better than magic!” 

You didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell if he was intentionally trying to lighten the mood or if it was just incidental, but it worked all the same. Laughter poured from your mouth, and it wasn’t until it died down that he said anything else. 

“Sooo… That was tense, wasn’t it? Like, it wasn’t just me, right?” 

You groan, propping your elbows against the counter and placing your cheeks in your palms. “Was it that noticeable?” 

Parker snorts a laugh, stretching an arm past you to reach for Peter’s abandoned coffee. “Oh, yeah. It’s actually painful to be in a room with you two.” 

His playful tone made it clear that it was just a joke, but it still made you feel bad. You already didn’t like how hostile things felt between you and Peter, even if it was only one-sided, and to know that others felt it too just made it that much worse. 

“Things are just.. Difficult, right now.” You tell him, choosing your words carefully. 

“So it hasn’t always been like that with you guys?” He asks, and the delicate arch of his brow made it seem as though he were shocked by the possibility that things had ever been civil between you and Peter. 

There was a chance that you had misread his expression though, as it was very quickly wiped away once he took a sip of Peter’s half-drank coffee, gagging as soon as it hit his tongue. “Holy shi-” he started coughing, cutting off the vulgarities that threatened to spill out. “How does he drink this?!” Parker yelped as soon as he could take a full breath, looking utterly disgusted as he shoved the cup back across the bar. “It’s literally just liquid sugar!” 

You found it hard to stifle your amusement at his suffering, even as he shot you a teasing scowl for it. “No,” you answer his previous question, trying to ignore his melodramatic display, “believe it or not, things between us actually used to be really… I don’t know—easy, I guess.” 

Parker was still smacking his lips to try and rid himself of the cloying aftertaste. “What changed?” 

In retrospect, you realized that it probably would have been smarter for you to bite your tongue. To offer him some cheap, cop-out excuse rather than tell him the truth. After all, you already had experience in hiding from the truth and it wasn’t like you really knew Parker, and so lying to him shouldn’t have been a hard task. 

Yet, for some reason, you told him the truth anyway. 

“Mj happened.” 

Parker’s brows furrows. “The girl from last night, right?” 

“Yep. That’s the one.” 

“Y’know, I don’t really like her all that much,” his words were spoken like a balm, seeking to ease the dejected look etched upon your face, but tinged with enough playful sarcasm for you to know he didn’t actually mean them. “She threw a bread roll at me. A few of them, actually.” 

It was hard not to laugh at the thought considering that it was such an Mj thing to do. “Sounds about right,” you crack a smile, although you don't feel particularly happy. “She’s always been slow to trust, especially complete strangers.” 

In an odd sort of way, the statement felt like a lie. Not because it actually wasn’t true—because Mj was wary of strangers—but because Parker didn’t quite feel like a stranger in your mind. While last night had been a bit awkward, you now felt like talking to him was effortless, each sentence rolling off your tongue with unnatural ease. 

“But she trusts you?” Parker asks, picking a crumb off another one of the pastries and popping it into his mouth. 

You sucked in a breath. 

“I don’t know,” you answer him, with a bit more honesty than you're comfortable with. “I mean, I know that she used to trust me. But now… I’m not even sure if she likes me anymore.” 

His brow snapped up. “What changed?” 

Suddenly the truth no longer felt so easy, and you found yourself wishing that you could change the subject altogether. You didn’t want to talk about this—especially not with him, some boy that you had known for less than twenty-four hours. 

But you had backed yourself into a corner, and so in an effort to try and satiate whatever interest he had developed in the story you had told, you settled on offering a vague half-truth. 

“She started dating Peter,” you tell him simply, putting effort into looking disinterested. “They got together a few months ago and things just… It just got weird, y’know? It’s always awkward when two of your friends get together, I guess. Creates too much drama.” 

“Yeah, for sure,” Parker hums, agreeing with you. “Especially when you have feelings for him, right?” 

An incomprehensible noise escaped your throat, best categorized as something between a laugh and a cough. Your mouth fell open to try and defend yourself, to try and deny his claim—but he didn’t even give you a chance. 

“Oh c’mon!” Parker groans, grinning when he notices the now rosy complexion of your cheeks. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? I mean, let’s be real here, alright? That whole sugar thing earlier?” He jutted a finger towards Peter’s abandoned iced coffee, “Was a dead giveaway.” 

“You’re insane,” You declare, shaking your head and masking your embarrassment with uncomfortable laughter. “I don’t have feelings for Peter—and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter! Regardless of what it’s done to our friendship, Mj is literally perfect for him and-” 

“I think it’s cute,” he interrupts, a delicate smile gracing his lips. Noticing the way your brows furrow, he elaborated, “How much you care about him. And how much you care about her, too, since you’re so willing to pretend like you don’t like him.” 

“I’m not pretending-” 

Parker jokingly cut his eyes. “Yeah, sureee.” 

Blowing a frustrated breath, you push yourself up from the barstool. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.” You tell him, far too flustered to try and come up with a good defense to his teasing. “You can take the rest of your donuts to go, Bug-boy.” 

There was a subtle shift in his demeanor as the taunting nickname fell from your lips, and he almost felt as though his heart had stopped dead in his chest. 

“Fine,” Parker yields, rising to his feet and snagging the box of donuts from the bar. “But I really hope that you have your wallet—cause I definitely don’t have a way to pay for these.” He flashed a crooked smile before continuing, “Or we can just run really fast and hope they don’t call the police on us for stealing pastries.” 

“I can’t imagine that robbery would be very good for your reputation as a hero,” you chide sarcastically, your own lips curling into a half-smile, “so I’ll pay—but only if you give me every cruller in that box. Deal?” 

Parker spares a quick glance down at the dozen box of donuts in his hands. Half of them were already gone, but through the small cellophane window he could see that there were three frosted crullers left. “Deal.”

series masterlist

a/n - for those who read IY before the rewrite, you may already be able to note some rather major changes going on lmao. i genuinely can't describe how much i actually enjoy rewriting this story, as i'm finally able to collect my thoughts enough to write the plot the way i originally wanted to.

as always, please leave any feedback, opinions, etc.! any and all comments/reblogs definitely encourage me to write/edit faster! and, if you'd like to be added to the tag list, just let me know!

part three, titled "spitfire", to be released april 15th

[leafofkudzu]

Happy soon-to-be Spring, everyone! I hope this short month has treated you well, because the first Saturday of March is approaching fast, meaning it's time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! I ran some numbers and realized we've only had one party in charr lands, so it's time to rectify that imbalance over at the coziest little guild trek target, Anya's Strawberry Patch in Diessa Plateau!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

Anya's Strawberry Patch isn't a PoI on a map, but it is a guild trek target, which means the wiki has a reference on how to get over there. To save you a click, it's a little jumping puzzle to get into a pipe behind the Town of Nolan in Diessa Plateau (take Nolan Waypoint), but if you have a mount you can just go directly to the pipe without having to do any fancy footwork. Pass through that and it'll spit you out basically right on top of the party location! I'll be marking the pipe entrance via squad markers like in the below image, so if you can't find it just hop into squad and it should light right up!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we’ll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don’t be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Stormcaller Nell for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Lorn Dustpaw for an invite.

Closing Words:

Sorry for the delay in getting this post out, I've been away on a trip and just got back! I also may have spent more time than I should have trying to decide which character(s) I wanted to host with - I'm jealous of you guys who do character polls leading up to things. :P

Anyway, I say this every time but really truly thank you everyone who comes out to these, you guys are what makes these things fun! I look forward to seeing you all on Saturday, take care and see you soon! ♥

[moremaybank]

JJ MAYBANK ! ⊹₊ ✰ ⋆

fics !

feast day [18+]

no one has ever wanted to go down on you. jj intends to rectify that.

indulge [18+]

john b only had one rule for jj; jj could not, under any circumstances, touch his sister. unfortunately for john b, jj has never shied away from breaking the rules.

hate the club

after your breakup with jj, you go through the motions as you try to navigate your life with him no longer part of it. (based on the song “hate the club” by kehlani)

hush [18+]

jj has to keep you quiet while your older brother's in the next room.

f&mu [18+]

it was the law of the jungle — kooks and pogues rarely got along — and this proved true for you and jj. however, that didn't stop the two of you from showing each other just how deep that hatred ran. (based on the song "f&mu" by kehlani)

wound up [18+]

you've had a bad week and jj makes you feel better.

dinner date

jj comes home late when you two have a date night planned and he tries to make it up to you.

cute drunk

jj takes care of you when you're drunk.

scored [18+]

jj cheers you up after your favourite football team loses their first game in the world cup.

reflections [18+]

jj surprises you when you two go on a romantic trip for the weekend.

role reversal [18+]

typically, jj is the one in control in bed. this time, however, you take the reigns.

a taste of both worlds [18+]

jj and rafe both find out that you've been seeing the other behind their backs. what are they supposed to do now?

safe haven [18+]

jj has an outburst at the chateau after a long and trying day, and you, his secret girlfriend, come to quell his rage.

pogue princess [18+]

jj gets into a fight with rafe while defending you. you go off at him because he's always so reckless with his life, and it leads jj to confess something you never would have expected.

can i [18+]

the more you drown in each other, the harder it is for you and jj to respect the boundary that is 'friends with benefits.' (based on the song "can i" by kehlani)

i'll go anywhere you go

your best friend jj gives you a token to show you how much he treasures you.

wet [18+]

shower sex with jj after a stressful day.

melt

snapshots of your swoon-worthy relationship with jj (based on the song “melt” by kehlani)

feature me [18+]

your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song "feature me" by flo)

greedy [18+]

an ode to breeding kink!jj.

dangerous games [18+]

jj refuses to take the bait when you give him a tempting offer. you both agree on a compromise, but you're left pleasantly surprised with how things turn out.

birthday boy [18+]

you wake jj up on his birthday.

stake your claim [18+]

jj isn’t happy when he finds out you’ve been sleeping with other people on the island, so he’s sure to set the record straight. you’re his, and his only.

in between [18+]

best friends since the first grade, it was only inevitable that you and jj would fall for each other. however, when a single night suddenly changes things between you, you’re both left wondering if you ever should’ve tried to cross the line at all.

fic events !

obx week '23, kinktober '23

blurbs !

slightly overprotective bestfriend!jj

bestfriend!jj adoring your brown eyes

dirty talk with jj [18+]

riding jj [18+]

switch!jj [18+]

rough sex with jj [18+]

dad!jj and your daughter surprise you for mother’s day

jj wakes up to find you and your daughter playing makeup together

stress relief [18+]

jj x touch starved!reader

find the rest in concepts, concepts (two)

headcanons !

pregnancy headcanons

best friend!jj pining headcanons

prompts !

“i can’t pull out when your legs are wrapped around me like that.” [18+]

“first one to cum loses.” [18+]

“what’s wrong? why’d you stop?” + “nothing’s wrong. i just wanted to take a second to admire how beautiful you are.” [18+]

“i’ll be gentle, baby. don’t worry.” [18+]

“if i have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week.” [18+]

tag !

#jj maybank

[missingexaltation]

Here's a bit of a meta analysis on Eddie and Steve and the general jock/nerd thing. It's worth pointing out that they're still only 19/20ish so they're slightly entitled to be somewhat selfish idiots, but they're at that time of life where they're starting to grow out of it.

There's so many positive reblogs on my last but one text post (where Eddie gets involved with Steve's hobbies) and I find it so interesting that it's not really explored in fic.

I mean...Steve's trying to 'grow as a person' by embracing nerdy things and that's great! Stereotypical high school 'bully' becoming less of a douche bag.

But Eddie embracing the stereotype and doing 'normal' high school stuff? Sign me up! He's a guy that was probably bullied or harassed by the jocks for at least some part of school before he grew hard skin. He's actively (and loudly) denounced them to their faces and protected younger nerdy/outcast kids.

Of course he's going to think sports are shit. That's what those dumb, bullying morons enjoy more than anything, so it's gotta be bad, right? (Hell, you can even take it further and say that his own dad used to beat the shit out of him as a kid if he made a noise when The Game was on.)

So he's prejudiced against the jocks (for a reason, but that's not the point), all while shouting at the top of his lungs about conformity and the bullshit about being a sheep. Yet all he's doing is conforming to a different stereotype, and not really realising it.

It's not until he meets up and speaks with Chrissy that he realises he's judging her without knowing her, and quickly rectifies it by being nicer. Then she dies and he couldn't save her. She was popular and sporty...but she was sweet and nice, and didn't deserve what happened to her.

Then Steve happens. Former Poster Boy for Jocks, and yet he's not a piece of shit either. But Steve's different, he tells himself. Steve's actually a nerd in wolf's clothing. He comes to D&D even if he doesn't play. He watches Star Wars and hangs out with 'unpopular' kids. He's 'better' now. He's learned his lesson.

It doesn't occur to him that Steve's trying to change himself to fit in, and still enjoys all of his own hobbies. He just does it either in secret, or ashamed when 'caught'. So Eddie doesn't see anything wrong. He's been proven right...THE Jock is in their nerdy little group so he's completely validated.

So maybe one night they're all at the Munson's, playing D&D. Except Steve's nowhere to be seen. During a breakin the campaign, he's found in the other room with Wayne and Hopper, watching the football. And Eddie makes some comment or another about Steve backsliding into sports.

And before Steve can say anything, Wayne tells him to stop bullying Harrington into his interests, and let the poor kid enjoy the football if that's what he wants to do.

And Eddie's mortified.

He finishes the campaign for the night on autopilot, the Game ends, and everyone else goes home, oblivious to what those earlier ten seconds has done to Eddie's psyche. Wayne's sitting there with his last beer of the night, and Eddie joins him, quiet and contemplative.

'I'm not a bully.' He says. 'I'm not like my dad.'

And Wayne just looks at him, smile on his face.

'I know.' He says. 'But you can't force everyone to like only your things, son. Just because you don't like football or basketball doesn't mean your friends have to feel the same.'

And Eddie thinks about it. He thinks about it for days. Steve never really complains. Sure he makes comments now and again, but Eddie's taken that as 'Steve's jock side coming out' instead of 'Steve just being frustrated, bored and lonely'. And Eddie can't ignore the feeling that he's actually the one being a total dick right now.

Steve's learnt his lesson. Eddie hasn't.

Steve 'the former douchebag' Harrington is a great guy, and Eddie is unconsciously taking advantage of it to validate himself. He feels like shit.

So he goes to Steve and apologises. But Steve's confused. He still thinks he needs to make reparations for his high school years, like he's conforming in their group as a penance. And Eddie hates himself a little more, because what the fuck. That's what Steve thinks of himself? And Eddie's partially responsible for enabling that, for letting the kids make him feel like that.

So he apologises again, and tell Steve that he's not gong to let it slide anymore. That if he ever wants to go and do something he enjoys, Eddie's down for it. That Steve doesn't need to be at D&D if he wants to watch the sports instead.

He also stops mocking Steve's taste in music, stops trying to force his own music on everyone else, and steps in whenever any of the kids try to do the same. And pretty damn quickly, Steve starts flourishing.

He and Eddie take the kids to the basketball courts, and Steve tries to teach them how to play, before giving up and going 1v1 with Lucas while the others just bounce the spare ball between them and make up their own game. It's fun, and completely outside Eddie's comfort zone, but it's fun.

Steve gets the confidence to start negotiating Eddie's campaign nights when there's an important game on the TV. Half the kids want to watch it with Wayne, Hopper (and weirdly enough, Mrs Henderson). Eddie usually joins them but either reads his book, sits at the table painting his minis, or falls asleep on Steve's lap. Sports just don't interest him, but that's ok too.

It's compromise.

[gyuvxx]

Bro code. K. Gyuvin

chapter 1) slam dunk bro

Y/N never went to her brother’s basketball games. She thought it was too noisy for her liking. If she wanted to be around loud, smelly, sweaty boys, she’d go hang out with Hanbin whrn he had his friends over.

She never tended to pay attention to the team members when she was there, unless it was Hanbin. She was really only there for Hanbin. But today she couldn’t take her eyes off of the flash of brown hair sticking out the highest of all the players. She never saw his face, she was simply impressed by his height.

She was broken from her observations when jaeyun came back to their seats with some popcorn. The two of them barely payed attention to the game. At halftime, Hanbin ran up to them to greet them, and talk briefly before running back to his team. Yn couldn’t help but tilt her head when she saw the side of thr brown haired boys face, leaning in a bit to try and get a better glimpse. But soon enough, halftime ended.

She watched with half of her attention, mostly wanting to leave. But the teams score was dropping, falling ever so slightly behind. Throughout the end of the game, the home team was constantly just under the opposing, they could break their winning streak.

The time on the clock was getting smaller, the last minutes turned to last seconds, tense, stakes high as they’d ever be for the game.

That was when the particularly tall brown haired boy was passed the ball. Y/N leaned forward as he made his way across the court, looming through the competitors, passing the ball from hand to hand, keeping it out of the teams grasp.

When he approached the sidelines, so close to the hoop, he froze a bit. Y/N froze too. They now saw each other, both frozen in the moments of tension. Neither of them reacted immediately when the ball was stolen from gyuvin, but he quickly ran to rectify his mistake. In the last moments of the game, from a distance that had a slim chance of making the shot, he jumped up and made his shot, hoping he could make it.

The screams that erupted only confirmed that he did it. It didn’t seem real, didn’t seem possible, but somehow he’d done it. The last seconds of the game were filled with cheers as the home team won by two points.

Y/N watched as the team swarmed the tall boy, Hanbin throwing his arms around him before they all shouted for their victory. The stadium was cheering, the win left all the students in good spirits.

But all that stuck with y/n was how pretty the boy who won the game was.

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All that was on gyuvin’s mind after the game was how pretty that girl in the stands was.

Even as he said his goodbyes to his classmates who came to support him, thanking them for their attendance, his mind wandered back to her. Even as he changed out of his stinky jersey and into his casual clothes, he thought about her. She was pretty.

As he walked out of the locker room, ready to celebrate with his team, he heard Hanbin. Hanbin and someone else. Hanbin and… a girl??

He smiled to himself as he approached, but his movements halted as he saw who he was with. She was pretty. She was the pretty girl he saw. The pretty girl he saw, was standing there, hugging Hanbin.

“You did really great, bin,” he heard the smile in her voice.

“Couldnt have done it without the guys,” Hanbin replied, to which the girl punched his arm lightly.

“Let me compliment you normally,” he watched as she leaned towards him and grinned up at him.

Gyuvin decided to get his exit over with. He stepped back and purposely made his steps a bit louder so they’d hear him approach. They both turned to see him, gyuvin didn’t notice how the pretty girl’s lips parted as she saw him.

“Gyu, you did really good man,” Hanbin says for the tenth time that night.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” gyuvin smiles at the older boy.

“You’re the one who won the game!” The girl said. “You did great, I couldn’t believe you made that shot!”

Gyuvin hated the way his heart fluttered upon hearing her talk to him, seeing her smile up at him so prettily. “Thanks,” he smiled back at her.

“Gyuvin, this is yn, yn, this is gyuvin,” Hanbin introduced the two and they both nod, taking in their names. “We’ll, gyuvin and i are gonna go, okay?”

“Yeah, okay see you later,” yn agrees with that pretty smile. “See you around, gyuvin,”

“Yeah, sure, see you,”

Gyuvin knew he was screwed. He couldn’t have a crush on hanbin’s girlfriend.

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Masterlist. Next chapter.

[bagdaddyb]

Larissa x witch!reader idea where Larissa uses her strap on reader but reader uses her magic so Larissa can also gain pleasure from it

yes.....

Warning: smut 18+, biting, this is my first Larissa fic so sorry if I haven’t quite captured her correctly. Dom Larissa, Sub reader. Not edited so might be a lil rough around the edges 

cor meum - my heart 

You had planned the night perfectly, sneaking into Larrisa's personal quarters attached to her office that morning to enchant the strap you now knew sat in the second drawer on the right of her desk being able to sense the magical aura the item now gave off. Your smile held an innocence you didn’t possess as you sat patiently on a chair across from her desk in her office. Her assistant mentioned she only stepped away for a moment to deal with a trivial matter when you saw her on the way out the door so you saw no harm in waiting. Playing with the ends of your untethered hair you couldn’t help but feel the way excitement buzzed under your skin for the event yet to come with the only woman who made you feel alive causing your eyes to glow brightly with pent up energy. It had been nearly two weeks since Larissa had given you more than a soft goodnight kiss, the events since outreach day taking up the entirety of her time but you didn’t mind all good things come to those who wait and you had been waiting patiently. For a moment reality struck as you truly realize how codependent you’ve become.... how codependent she’s made you but the thoughts vanish the moment her office door opens and her smooth buttery voice fills your ears.

“I apologize for making you wait darling.”

The few clicks of her heels indicate her long strides toward you and by the end of her sentence you feel her soft lips on the top of your head.

“I don’t mind waiting for you cor meum.”

A small smile graces Larissa’s face as she moves to take her seat behind her desk sitting down with an audible sigh from weeks of exhaustion. A tsk leaves your lips as you stand and follow your lover lifting a soft hand to her cheek once you reach her side. 

“You have not taken a moments rest in at least a week.”

Your voice is soft as you run your fingers over her cheek enjoying the way she closes her eyes and nuzzles into your hand.

“Even the principal of Nevermore needs a break.”

A chuckle left the silver haired woman before she opened her eyes sitting up straight. 

“Not when we have a trouble magnet such as Ms. Addams running loose in these halls. She disobeyed my direct order about campus lockdown. I swear one more slip up and it will result in expulsion no more of her childish mind games.”

Humming in response with a smile, enjoying the animated way she talks before rubbing a feather light finger up her arm. 

“Yes well the sun has set, Wednesday is in her bed, and all the staff are retired for the night. I believe it is safe for you to do the same and let off some steam. Relax a little maybe even get some real sleep.”

A sculpted eyebrow lifted as she held your gaze easily seeing right through your innocent facade yet you held strong bright smile and adoring eyes never leaving hers. 

“Mmmhmm is my little enchantress eager for some play time?”

The blush that flooded your cheeks at the title did little to help with your innocent act and it was all Larissa needed. In a moment she was on her feet in your space breathing your air, her tall body trapped you between her and her desk a small gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.

“I have neglected my pretty little toy for to long.”

The words left her mouth and sent waves through your body, eyes going from her eyes to her lips as she continued to speak.

“Time I rectify that.”

Her lips crashed against yours domineering in a way that made you tingle, a hand gripped your waist in a iron grip holding you firm against the wood as the other tangled its way into your loose hair tugging your head back to give her easier access to your mouth. She devoured you in a way only she knew how and in seconds whimpers started to leave your lips. Your arms wrapped around her body, fingers digging into her back pulling her impossibly closer in attempt to completely surround yourself with her presence. Breaking for air once it had become to much Larissa waste no time traveling her soft red lips down your neck leaving sweet kisses that turned into harsh bites and you loved every second of it. Whimpers turned to moans as Larissa dug her teeth into your flesh, warmth pooled in your belly your mind already starting to cloud over with a familiar fog. You needed Larissa, your body called for her, your mind begged for her, your heart ached for her and as the silver hair goddess rose back to her full height the smirk on her face showed that she knew it all. Your chest heaved up and down as Larissa ran a finger down the side of your face before gripping your throat.

“Always so desperate for me to use you aren’t you sweetheart?”

A wicked smile spread across the woman’s face causing your heart to thump loudly in your chest.

“Yes Mistress.”

And as if you had slid in a key something unlocked deep within Larissa causing her sickening grin to grow.

“So well behaved.”

You couldn’t hide the beam at her praise as you watched her slowly pull her gloves off.

“please.”

The word was soft from your lips but she heard it all the same. Strong hands grabbed your waist easily lifting you up onto her desk.

“Begging already darling?”

You bit your lip while your eyes locked with hers. Hands touched every part of your body as she began to strip you pulling your shirt over your head before locking your lips in another steamy kiss. Moans escaped your mouth repeatedly you were on fire and Larissa’s cool touch was the only thing that could put out the flame. Pulling back from the kiss as Larissa runs her hands up your legs before gripping your thighs.

“please.”

A pleased hum slips past the taller woman’s lips before red lips once again attach to the skin on your neck. She was gentle making sure nothing laid in her way before she gently laid you back on her desk while her teeth harshly bit an sucked every piece of skin she could reach. Your eyes never left hers as she made her way down your body watching as she made her way past your chest towards your breast, nipples standing for attention through the fabric. A loud moan left your lips as her teeth grazed your sensitive flesh before sucking it into her mouth through the fabric. Skilled fingers undressed your lower half easily removing your pants and underwear without breaking away from you. Your legs spread wide eager for the woman to touch you and she didn’t disappoint a light trail of fire left behind where ever her hands grazed before she finally reached your leaking center.

“All this for me?” 

You nodded eagerly pleading with your eyes for her to continue.

“Only you Larissa.”

A smirk took hold of the woman as she lowered herself into her office chair, arms wrapped around your thighs as she leaned towards your glistening folds. The sensation of teeth on the inside of your thigh made you moan loudly your head falling back on the table, volume only increasing as she made her way closer and closer to where you needed her most. 

“Look at me.”

Lifting your head you lock eyes with the intense blue ones before you while she lowers herself to you heat. Licking a long stripe up towards your clit before sucking it in her mouth you don’t miss the faint moan she releases. Eyes never leaving hers as she begins to destroy you with her mouth your body quakes, moans and pleas slipping from your mouth repeatedly while your fingers slip into silver locks gripping them tightly. It didn’t take long for the pressure in your lower stomach to build eyes unbeknownst to you beginning to glow with your oncoming euphoria.

“Please...... I-fuck I’m so close.”

A humm was the only response you got and it tingled up your body. Larissa removed her mouth from your core with aloud pop a whine leaving your lips as she stood quickly removing her own dress and undergarments from the day.

“Such a good little witch, always taking everything I give.”

Your eyes followed her as she bent opening the drawer you knew contained your surprise.

“Always letting me use your beautiful little body.”

Her words continued to serenade you as she worked to attach the appendage to her hips. The moment it was secure you felt the bond of the magic you had enchanted it with take place your eyes sparkled at your lover as she moved back between your legs. You spread them wider eager to have her closer, deeper a slap echoed in the room as Larissa’s hands made contact with your thighs before she dragged her nails down your sensitive skin. Gripping the base of the strap Larissa began running the tip through you soaked folds fighting back a shiver as she realized she clearly felt the sensation at the tip of the toy. Investigating further she bean to push the tip in slowly but surely molding the both of you as one and this time she couldn’t hold back her moan as she bent her body over yours. The tight wet sensation trying to milk her for all she’s worth. 

“Surprise.”

You whispered in her ear and for once it was you smirking dangerously at her. A flush ran up her pale skin grunting as she brought her body closer pressing up against you.

“You little minx.”

The words were spoken through clenched teeth as she laid her head in the crook of your neck. Her hands reach down holding your hips as your arms wrapped around the woman’s neck and for just a moment you enjoyed the intimacy of it all, laying a loving kiss on Larissa’s shoulder you hug her closer wishing you could stay like this forever.

“I love you so much.”

Your words warmed Larissa’s heart one she thought would never beat like this again.

“I love you too darling.”

Larissa lifted meeting your lips in a loving kiss as her hips began to rock against yours. Both of you letting go breathy moans into the kiss as the sensations of your interlocked sex ran through both your bodies. Larissa had never felt a sensation like this the strap you enchanted truly acting as if it was apart of her body and she knew she wouldn’t last like she usually did. Slamming her hips against you a bit rougher knowing how much you enjoyed it, she felt your walls flutter around her as your nails dug into her back and she knew she would get addicted to this. The true feeling of being inside you. Breaking the kiss while lifting off you she ignored your whimpers at the distance, running a hand up your body through the valley of your breast around your neck she applied pressure before slamming against you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you empty arms chose to wrap around knees instead holding yourself wide open for her. The loud sloshing sound was evidence of your arousal as Larissa used you to get off. Larissa’s pace a brutal and you took it all.

“fuck.”

You croaked out voice raspy and barely audible with the hand around your neck and the word sent tingles straight through Larissa’s body. 

“Your squeezing me for all I’m worth.” 

You only whimpered in response. 

“God I’m going to cum.”

Larissa grip never loosened as she bent down towards your face hers close enough that you could feel her panting breath against your lips. You noises were endless the pleasure buzzing through your body getting to a point where it was almost overwhelming, once again your eyes began to glow as your euphoria from earlier returned. Letting go of your legs you allow them to wrap around her waist, hands once again finding her her back feeling her body close.

“Cum.”

Your body responds like it always does, eyes rolling back as your release takes over your body shaking with the effect. Larissa isn’t far behind pushing deeply one last time before her body tenses with her release your hold on her never loosens even after you come down even after she relaxes against you, her hand resting against your throat.

“Happy Anniversary cor meum.”

You whisper before placing a light kiss on her head.

“Happy Anniversary my love.”

[someonefantastic]

so the line in Faith, Hope & Trick where Buffy says that after slaying she “sometimes craves a non-fat yogurt" bugs me (and those on the cangel discord as well) because with the amount of calories Buffy must burn she should be allowed to eat more than just a non-fat yogurt. to rectify that, here are a bunch of food related headcanons:

shortly after becoming the slayer, Buffy realizes that she’s hungry nearly all of the time

we’re talking like wakes up to raid the fridge at three in the morning hungry

Joyce notices too and chalks it up to Buffy being a growing girl and starts preparing heartier meals and stocking up on extra filling snacks

when she starts at Sunnydale, Giles is already prepared

apparently this is a common thing for slayers cause he has drawers filled with protein bars and when she comes into the library after school he usually has a sandwich or wrap prepared and Buffy’s like “sir, I’ve only known you for like a week”

she really appreciates it though

one time when they go on patrol together he has a bag of orange slices and Buffy calls him a soccer mom

Willow is the one who most consistently has snacks though

no one knows where she gets them though, she’ll be wearing a dress with no pockets and not be carrying a bag or anything and Buffy will make a comment about being hungry and the next thing she knows a homemade granola bar is being shoved into her hand

years later Xander is still convinced that Willow learned how to use magic before she actually started actively practicing it just for magic snacks

speaking of Xander, he’s Buffy’s snack buddy

the classes where they sit next to each other, they’ll just pass a bag of pretzels or chips back and forth until the teacher tells them to knock it off

*dead silent room as they take a test* *CRUNCH* “it was Xander!” “Buffy!”

the real reason why Xander becomes snack run guy is because between him and Buffy, Giles’ slayer snack supply is in serious detriment so he makes Xander go because “if you both insist on eating me out of house and home, than at least one of you should go get more snacks” and since Buffy is the slayer, Xander gets snack duty

it means he gets first food pick though so it’s not a bad gig

Buffy has a frequent punch card at Mister Donut

actually they all do

also the nice thing about dating guys with affinities for trench coats is that they have lots of pockets to keep protein bars or trail mixes in, plus since Angel and Spike are on liquid diets so there’s no worry of either them mooching

(side note but after each one winds up in L.A. they’re still finding random food in their pockets--Spike especially has no clue how, he’s a ghost after all. Angel used his to give to scared victims or Cordelia when she was first starting out and couldn’t really afford food. When Spike shows up in L.A. he alternates between throwing the trail mix nuts at Angel and giving his snacks to those who need them)

it’s not just snacks though

Buffy is the first to go back for seconds... and thirds and no one bats an eye

sometimes after they save the world (again), the scoobies will go out to get burgers or whatever fast food is open and Buffy winds up with like six burgers or tacos or [insert food here]

Willow is very generous about sharing her fries

Xander will only share them after being persuaded by the joined forces of puppy eyes from Buffy and Willow

Giles is still ranting about the choice of food in America

the scoobies or Giles or whoever automatically doubling a recipe when Buffy is invited over without giving it a second thought

they all want her to eat as much as she wants without feeling bad about it or worrying someone else won’t get fed

the ones who like to cook or at least can cook have a few recipes under their belt that are high in protein and other stuff to help a growing slayer

by the time Faith rolls around, they’ve got their food game down

Faith is actually really surprised by how quick they are to hand her a yogurt or pull out a sandwich or give her a bagel, sometimes even before she makes a comment about being hungry

not to make this sad but after she starts going dark, she notices how they become less and less forthcoming with their food

this is purely self indulgent but I love the idea of the honorary/secondary scoobies being indoctrinated into the snack life

they hang out with Buffy, Willow, and Xander for like two weeks and the next thing they know they’re carrying around extra food

Cordelia, less than a week after she “helps” Buffy and the other scoobies kill the master “why the hell am I bringing two smoothies to school?”

her housekeeper actually makes really good smoothies though, Buffy is secretly always thankful when Cordelia shows up to school with an extra thermos

Oz just always has beef jerky

Anya is a little less helpful in the snack department but she reads a book on food and nutrition and talks about the merits of calories and proteins and other food stuff for like an hour straight

she means well

also she can’t really cook but she almost always has ice cream to share

and strange cheeses

I feel like Tara would make the best oatmeal raisin cookies, maybe she also has like sunflower seeds and bags of granola on her too

she’s the one who jumps on the snack train the fastest, she hears Willow mention Buffy and snacks once and the next thing they know she’s got her school bag filled

Dawn steals a lot of Buffy’s food

she uses the “I’m a growing girl too. You know... teenager” excuse often

it works usually

not food related but there’s at least two water bottles a person at all times

hydration is important folks

anyway this got really long but I simply love the idea of Buffy being allowed to eat a lot of food without being made to feel bad about it and the rest of her friends/family supporting her fully

[gothic-thoughts]

Just Five Seconds of Focus

(realized i only have one smut of this adorable man. Finna rectify that rn 😌😌)

Part 2! Joseph Joestar x Black Fem Reader Fluff

ModernAU, CollegeAU, Tutor!Reader, Strangers2lovers

CW: studying with Jojo, kisses as motivation, biology facts(nerdshit fr)

TW: Might b corny asf but I thought it was cute 😭

Word Count: 1064 (give or take)

“Oh c’mon (Y/n)!”

Joseph Joestar, your classmate, was always a goofy, fun-loving guy. Unfortunately, that meant he hated any work that wasn’t fun, so studying with him for the upcoming biology test was torture. Eventually, you became fed up with his whining and bargaining, knowing you needed to make this study sesh into a game or something before you both failed.

“I said no. I am not failing cuz you wanna get a new high score.”

“Ugh... c’mon, I already know a lot of biology.” Joseph whined, “And we’ve been at this for hours.”

“No, you’ve been playing Mario Kart since we got back from class.”

“One more round won’t hurt!”

“It will cuz you obviously don't know how to stop.”

“I’ll stop myself after just one more round, I promise!” Joseph begged again, looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Hm, you still like me?”

Jojo went completely silent for a long moment as if he was trying to process your words.

“Now you’re shy? You was pretty shameless when you announced it last week.”

“Yeah, but this feels like a trick of some kind...”

“Just answer.”

"Maybe, what if I do?"

“Then how about for every question you get right I give you a kiss?”

Before you knew it, his Nintendo Switch was tossed up onto his bed and he was sitting right next to you, legs criss-crossed with the biggest smile on his face. 

"What are we waiting for?!”

“All I did was blink...”

“First question!”

“You bein’ serious?”

"Yep! If each good answer equals one kiss, I'm gonna be the best damn student in the entire school! We’ll ace this test for sure!"

You blink at his sudden enthusiasm before picking up your textbook, quickly flipping through to the questions and randomly picking one. 

“Ight, first one: what’s an animal cell?”

Joseph went silent, looking up to his right side before smiling. "That would be the one without the cell wall since it’s not a plant."

You look at the question again and shrug. “Works for me.”

Jojo smirked smugly, leaning over and presenting his cheek to you. Those pretty eyes shut as he waited, making you scoff and laugh in disbelief.

“I didn’t promise anything!”

“Come on, you know you want to~”

“Jojo.”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh before gently pecking his cheek, close enough to his lips to tease him a little, leaving a glossy kiss mark behind. He pouts a little, giving you a playful, knowing ‘look’.

"Aww, come on, a real kiss."

“Jojo--!”

“Just a quick one~!”

You laugh at him and place a soft kiss on his plump lips, making him chuckle. 

"Next question~"

“Hm, where is the radius ulna located?”

"Easy," Jojo scoffed, "It’s your forearm. It’s the bone on the outer side of the forearm."

You lean over and give him another kiss on the lips, holding it for a little longer just to make the poor boy’s heart race. You quickly pull away and pick up the textbook again, flipping through it to find another question while he pouts about it.

“Okay... Why do blood cells need oxygen to survive?”

"Oxygen is also needed to make hemoglobin, the protein that helps carry oxygen. They need oxygen to move through the body and release energy.”

“See? This ain’t even that bad.”

"Ahem, aren't you forgetting something?"

“I'm not giving you a kiss for that, that was an easy one!”

“Tch, you’re the one that said every question.”

“....shit.”

Once you place a soft kiss on his lips, he sighs in relief and smiles again, sass completely gone.

“Ight, only a couple more; I don't wanna get lip gloss all over you.”

"Hey, you can get lip gloss all over me any time~" Joseph winks.

“Oh shush~” You whisper, “Now, how do you determine the age of an individual using their skull?”

"Hm, I see you're going for harder questions now. It's... it’s based on the degree of development of the top of the skull and the features of the bone itself. By studying the features and measurements, you can determine the estimated age of a person."

“Good.” Another kiss.

"Alright, hit me with another one!" He said between breathless giggles.

“One more.”

"Alright, but I want a long one this time."

You furrow your eyebrows. “A long one?”

"Mhm, a long, passionate one~"

Your eyebrows raise in realization. “I feel like my lips are gonna be dry at this rate.”

“I could keep them moist if you run out of lip gloss.”

“There’s that shamelessness from last week.”

"I’m just saying... as much as I love these little kisses, I wouldn't mind getting a more intense one soon."

“How intense are you thinking?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Miss Teacher.”

“Hm... that means I'm gonna give you a good question. Why do eyes become red in camera flashes?”

Jojo thinks a second, tapping his chin before suddenly he snapped his fingers.

"It’s the...uh... it’s the red-eye effect.”

“Well, duh. I said why.” 

“Cuz... of... the...”

“Guess no kiss--”

“Wait, no! It’s cuz of the way that the light bounces inside the eye. Yeah, that’s it; the flash causes reflections inside the retina-- which is red.”

“You’re shameless.”

“And eager.” He smiles widely, “So reward now... please?”

You lean in slowly just to watch him squirm in anticipation before you finally press your plump lips to his. He sighs softly as holding your face in his hands, making sure you can’t pull away like all the other times. He’s been wanting to taste you, to take that glossy lip sheen off, and feel your tongue like he’s been wanting for weeks. 

He hums as he slides his tongue into your mouth, getting so carried away that he picks you up from your spot on the floor and sits you on his lap, keeping your hips close to his torso. His eagerness almost drives you to his point of aggressiveness and you fist the front of his crop top in a tight grip, pulling him impossibly closer. Joseph moaned loudly and placed one hand on the back of your neck while he wrapped the other around your waist. You suddenly became fully aware of the lack of air in your lungs and pulled back, panting lightly.

“Damn Jojo...”

“Oops.” He smiles.

“I might like you back at this rate.”

“You might? As if you don’t already~”

[nocoastposts]

Happy Sunday!

I was tagged by @littlemisskittentoes and @songliili this week (scrumptious snippets - go check them out) and have six seven several sentences to share.

Today’s snippet is from my Firstprince WIP set in the same AU as Praise & Supplication (some of you may have read this from the spicy ask game).

This untitled WIP is simply “thigh riding/needy Alex/dom Henry” self-indulgent smut. Snippet and tags below the cut:

Henry pulls back to look at Alex hungrily, watching every movement as he quickly unravels. Alex’s eyes are downcast as he burns at the feeling of being on display.

He rectifies this by grabbing the nape of Alex’s neck, forcing him to meet his unrelenting gaze. Raw emotion pours from Alex’s blown pupils and parted lips.

In an instinctual effort to suppress his pitiful moans, Alex brings his fist to his mouth and bites down. It’s the last bit of fight he has as he’s being consumed.

“None of that,” Henry says sharply. “You couldn’t keep quiet earlier, you were absolutely gagging for it.”

Alex instantly drops his hand from his mouth and meets Henry’s gaze with frantic eyes.

“Let me hear those desperate sounds, love. Show me how good you can be.”

Alex nods his head wildly as he gives himself over - he’s too far gone, eager to follow the command. Henry hums a sound of approval and rocks his thigh forward.

Within mere seconds, the room is filled with erratic wailing.

“That’s perfect.”

Tagging @anincompletelist @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @eusuntgratie @bigassbowlingballhead @meraki-yao @theprinceandagcd @happiness-of-the-pursuit @sparklepocalypse and anyone who’d like an open tag!

[sunsetstarrogue]

Sunsets Masterlist

Ghost: Rhaenys-centric, angst, angst and more angst.

Since the death of her mother Rhaenys had longed to go to her homeland. Elia Martell had spoken of her home so fondly that her daughter could not help but long for it, especially after her mother had left her.

You're On Your Own, Kid (You Always Have Been): Rhaenys-centric, Rhaenys Targaryen x Robb Stark.

Rhaenys never wanted to marry Robb Stark, but here she was; with the King and his men on her way North to pay for the sins of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark.

Right Where You Left Me: Rhaenys-centric, Rhaenys Targaryen x Robert Baratheon(political), angst.

Rhaegar's life is spared by the valiant intervention of Arthur Dayne, moments before Robert deals the fatal blow. With their lives preserved, Rhaegar and the remaining Targaryens seek refuge on Dragonstone, eventually making their escape to Essos. Regrettably, Rhaegar is forced to leave his eldest daughter behind. Left in the midst of her adversaries, Rhaenys grows up surrounded by those who view her as an enemy. As time passes, she becomes entangled in the treacherous game of thrones, particularly in the aftermath of Cersei and Jaime Lannister's public execution for their incestuous relationship. Caught in a web of schemes and deceit, Rhaenys finds herself compelled to employ similar tactics in order to ensure her own survival.

Sequel to Right Where You Left Me - Ptolemaea: Rhaenys-centric, angst, family drama.

Seventeen years have passed since Robert's rise to the throne, forcing Rhaegar and his kin into exile in Essos. Now, Rhaegar has journeyed back with a singular yearning in mind: to reclaim his daughter, Rhaenys. She had been held captive, first by Aerys Targaryen as a pawn against the Dornish, and then again by Robert Baratheon. However, Rhaegar's return unfolds in a manner he never foresaw. The longed-for reunion he had pictured is tempered by an unexpected chill. The reality before him dashes his hopes of a heartwarming reconnection. Enraged by her father's culpability in her king's and husband's deaths, and his seizing of the crown from her son, Rhaenys is resolved to seek retribution for the wrongs inflicted upon her, her children, and her mother.

Fires of Fate: ASOIAF/Silmarillion crossover, Rhaenys-centric.

In which after her death, the Gods of Old Valyria send Rhaenys Targaryen to the lands of Aman.

Baelon The Cruel And His Queen Of Love And Beauty: OC/Elia Martell, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, crack.

Baelon Targaryen, the second-born son of King Aerys and Queen Rhaella, and the twin brother to Crown Prince Rhaegar, possessed an ethereal beauty expected of one with Valyrian blood. Yet, behind his captivating face, an aura of cruelty and ruthlessness lingered, casting an unsettling shadow over his reputation. And his sudden appearance at the Tourney at Harrenhal unknowingly changes everything. (or just a crack fic about Rhaegar's 'cruel' twin brother and his shenanigans at the famed Tourney at Harrenhal)

You Were My Crown(Now I'm In Exile): Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, Elia Martell/Baelor Hightower.

Shortly following her death, Elia Martell is granted an unexpected opportunity for a new beginning. Armed with insight into her own future, she's resolute in evading the path she once walked. Yet, unbeknownst to her, one of the individual's implicated in her tragic end has also been granted a chance at redemption. Will Rhaegar Targaryen manage to rectify his past transgressions, or will he once again succumb to the labyrinth of his own thoughts?

We Fall Apart As It Gets Dark: Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Brandon Stark, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen.

The apparent abduction of Lyanna Stark sets off a chain of events: Brandon Stark and his allies march to the Red Keep, where Brandon demands Rhaegar's head. A duel is called by Aerys, and fire serves as his champion, leading to the death of Brandon's father and Brandon's own imprisonment. It's only after these events that a letter arrives at Winterfell, written by Lyanna herself, explaining that she left of her own accord. The deaths of the Lord of Winterfell and the Heir of the Eyrie, along with Aerys' demand for the heads of Robert and Ned, ignite a rebellion. Elia, isolated in Kings Landing without her children, must play her role as the dutiful wife. However, complications arise when the man who once demanded her husband’s head becomes her constant companion, the Kingsguard sworn to her. Will she stay true to her duty or follow her husband's example and forsake it?

Reckless: Elia-centric, Elia Martell/Rhaegar Targaryen, angst.

"Get out," she tells him. "Leave." "You're not going to talk to me?" His voice comes out hoarse; she wonders why. "You've done enough!" she lets out. He looks disappointed when she says it, his eyes clouding over. She almost apologizes for snapping at him. But she reminds herself that he shouldn't be here at all, he shouldn't be here with her. "Goodbye, Rhaegar," she says gently, not allowing any trace of emotion to surface in her voice. The name sounds foreign coming out of her mouth, as though it belongs to someone else. She wishes for the days to go back to before he met Lyanna. Before everything turned sour. Before it was too late. or Rhaegar returns to her but things are difficult now.

What Is Meant For You Will Stay: Rhaenys-centric, angst.

Rhaenys was gently shaken awake. The sheets beneath her rustled a bit as she moved, the night shift she wore rode up as she squirmed trying to get away from the callous hands that shook her awake. Her mind was foggy and disoriented as she stirred awake. Rhaenys sprung to life when her mind finally registered that someone was with her, in her chambers, late at night. Her eyes searched wildly in the darkness, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger. “A man does not wish to harm the Princess,” the voice came out in a low tone, almost like a faint whisper, “The Princess must remain calm,” the voice was masculine and Rhaenys felt the fear within her tremble. or Rhaegar flees to Essos with his family, though he leaves his daughter behind. Years later, he hires a faceless man to bring her to him.

[vampi-fixx]

day 1, dio brando: petplay

kinktobruary day 1

dio brando x reader // jojo's bizarre adventure

summary: pets know better than to keep their master waiting, right? dio has little patience for your other obligations. when he fails to grab your attention, he has other means for persuading you. modern, non-stand AU

tw/cw: 18+ only, smut, petplay, semi-public in a sense (someone hears you two via zoom), rough s*x, degradation, humiliation, dio in this au still has a god complex, dio being a drama queen who has no concept of boundaries, dio being jealous of your homework

word count: 2.5K

—

You liken Dio to a cat.

Not a cute, domestic cat, someone you could leave to his own devices, but a lion. Raw, barely curbed vigor, an intimidating air; he’s someone that can command a room. And just like a feline, he can be downright obstinate when it comes to getting you to play along with one of his whims.

The heat of his ochre gaze typically has you relenting to his desires, but today you are determined. The assignment you’re working on is due at midnight, and it’s your utmost priority to get it done, considering the substantial portion it makes up of your grade. Your keyboard keys continue clacking, even as you can feel his eyes boring into you. 

“Dear,” he starts, the rich, sultry timbre voice of his voice one that you know all too well.

You shush him sharply.

You don’t have to look up to see the displeasure curling his lips. “I did not even get to finish—”

“Mm, I know what you’re going to say.”

“Oh?” Dio is nothing if not interested in a worthy challenge, when he finds one. “And that is?”

“Entertain me, I’m bored. Something to that effect?” At his annoyed silence, you continue. “Sorry, but I really need to get this done—”

“School. Assignments. Deadlines. Do they really matter in the grand scheme of things?” Distaste sharpens his words to fine edges, edges which you easily duck and avoid as you continue typing.

“They do if I want to pass.”

Dio refuses to relent, a sign, perhaps, of his own relentless contempt for boredom, as he unfurls from his position to stride towards you. He leans down, hovering just inches over you as he observes you work.

“You would not even need to finish this tedious course if you had just accepted my offer.”

“To work at your law firm? Thanks, but I’ll pass.” You can feel the irritation leeching off of him, the hairs on your arms standing on end, so you finally acknowledge him. Dio, even though he keeps you closest to your heart, still refuses to lower himself to you, and as he stands above you, he observes you like a game of chess. Another piece he needs to crack, another victory to earn.

You don’t doubt your lover’s keen intellect, but you don’t take lightly rumors you hear of the corruption at his law firm lightly. What he does in his career is little of your business, especially not when it provided the two of you with a lovely penthouse suite in the nicer part of London, but what is your business was the autonomy you had. 

You can’t imagine what being domineered by Dio both at home and work.  You quite enjoy the freedom your academics grants you from his wide influence. Well, besides the assignments. You could do without those.

“Sorry,” you say, gentler now, hoping to rectify the damage you’ve done to his ego. “We can do something later, okay?”

Perhaps you underestimate Dio’s hatred for coming second place to anyone or anything. 

—

Dio, from his perspective, finds this predicament quite vexing. While he admits on some occasions he finds your dedication to your studies is admirable, as he finds all things in life that people mercilessly chase after and obtain, it does get boringly predictable. The way you lock yourself off to all external stimuli to get something done. A quality he often admires in you, but at the current moment, gives him much frustration. 

What can a measly course teach you that Dio can’t? He graduated law school with flying colors, started his own law firm, and was an absolute, smashing success. So, why do you insist on subordinating the knowledge and experience he could offer you, to something as trivial as school? Your dismissal of him has his blood simmering.

Yet, his annoyance manifests itself into scheming, as it often does. Possibilities flash through his mind, ways that he can morph the sight of your frustrated brow and keen concentration into adoration, into you mewling, begging for him, his name a hymn on your tongue. You always do call out his name oh-so-alluringly. As his thoughts delve into more carnal fantasies, yearning stokes the fires in him.

You always do look absolutely divine with your face flushed, your skin dewy with sweat and other fluids. Dio is positive he can paint that picture once again.

You’ll learn to regret rejecting his advances. Because it’s time for him to discipline you, to show you what happens when his pet spurns his interest.

—

You’re tidying up your workspace, in preparation of the zoom meeting with your study group. The three of you are supposed to go over your essays, give each other last-minute feedback, perhaps gripe about your professor’s ridiculous standards.

As you connect to the call, you notice Dio enter the room again. He seats two spaces away from you, before procuring a book for leisurely reading. At your greeting, he doesn’t even so much as glance at you, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Oh, so he isn’t done being upset about earlier.

You redirect your attention to zoom, eyes lighting up when the faces of your classmates pop up on screen. As the three of you began chatting, exchanging pleasantries, you catch Dio placing his book down in your periphery. You glance over at him, but you’re not able to spot the deviousexpression play across his features with him facing away from you.

Little do you know, the perfect opportunity presents itself to him, and who is he to not take it.

Just as you start skimming your peer’s paper, you hear the thump of Dio’s book falling to the floor.

“How clumsy of me.”

Perhaps if you were paying more attention, you’d hear the intention lacing the sarcasm in his ton, a slight change to his usual, condescending manner. As it is, you’re distracted by a comment your peer makes. But just as your eyes trail across the words on your screen again, you feel something brush your leg.

Then two hands, large and firm, grasp you by the ankles and yank your legs apart. It’s a good thing you’re on mute, or else your classmates would have heard your shriek.

You glance down to see Dio under the table, his golden gaze challenging you. “What are you doing?” 

“I can’t seem to find where I dropped my novel. Pity,” he says, not sounding at all bothered. “I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself in this measly way.”

The thin shorts you wear prove to be impervious to his efforts as his fingers trail up your thigh. You send him a warning look, your attention dipping between him and the zoom call. While at first, his hands are mere caresses, his actions soon escalated, much like a buildup to the main act. When his fingers reach your panties, and he begins halfheartedly stroking through the give in them, you fidget at the sensation of liquid warmth pooling between your thighs.

“Dio,” you hiss. “This is really not the time—”

“Pet,” he says, deceptively calm. “Is that any way to speak to your master?”

His words, honeyed and cloying, seem to drip from his mouth, and straight between your thighs. Your mouth shuts as you attempt to shut your thighs, but he merely nudges them apart again, the stroking of his fingers unimpeded. You glance at your classmates on screen, noticing that they seemed to be engrossed in reading, before focusing back on him.

“Make it discreet.”

“Oh? I was not aware that you were the kind to give me orders, pet. I’ll do as I please.”

He tugs at the hem of your shorts, and this time you comply, lifting your hips so that the material falls to your feet. Then Dio’s stroking evenly along your panties, his movements uninhibited, and your thighs begin quaking. When he prods you under the material, his thick digits burrowing into you, you let out a shaky breath that you disguise as a cough.

The words on the page before you start to blur, and your attention and bodily awareness converge to the single, burning heat building in your gut. Gosh, you were so close… your eyes clench shut, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. Your breath stutters when—

Nothing. A gust of air fans your exposed parts.

Your eyes snap open. “Dio—”

He’s already standing, brushing himself off. He aims a disgruntled look at the wrinkles on his slacks from kneeling down for so long, attempting to straighten them out. 

You call his name out again, and this time he snaps.

“I suggest you turn that camera of yours off if you value your modesty, pet. I don’t,” he says frankly, a cruel smirk curling his lips. “However, you have your own meager reputation you want to preserve.”

You turn off your camera not a moment too soon, as Dio shoves his fingers that were just inside you in your mouth. You choke at the abruptness, your tongue sloppily cleaning his fingers of the mess you’ve made. As he yanks them out, he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, his tongue forcing you into obedience. You comply, his mouth muffling your moan as your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. He slaps them away.

“Did I say you could touch me, pet? Look at how you’ve mussed up my shirt.” He chuckles. “First you make me lower myself to you, and now this? Oh, I’ve quite the low tolerance for your behavior today, pet.”

He jerks you up from your seat by your arm, maneuvering you so that your hands are braced along the table, your ass bent towards him. You shiver at the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and of clothes falling to the floor. His hefty length rests against your cheeks, the heat of it causing heat to creep up your own cheeks as you’re face-to-face with your zoom session, your classmates unaware of what’s going on behind your camera.

He doesn’t even bother taking off your panties, simply yanking them to the side before breaching you. As Dio’s girth stretches you wide in one thrust, you bite back your moan. The sensation of fullness is accompanied by the slightest sting of pain, as Dio didn’t prepare you nearly enough for his penetration, but that doesn’t stop him. He slides out before spearing into you again, his hips rocking hard enough that the table trembles.

He chuckles. “Look at you.” He admires your reflections in the black screen, the barely discernible outline of his figure jostling into yours. “Imagine, if your hand slipped… if you let those foolishly naive peers of yours catch sight of you at this moment.... What would they say? What would they think of you, pet? I can only imagine the humiliation you’d experience at being caught as mine to use and wreck.”

You whine, your eyes slipping shut as you arch your back towards him. Dio’s hand comes to press lightly against your throat, squeezing once for good measure. His hips continue to pummel into you harshly, your hips digging uncomfortably into the table’s edges. Your hands dart towards your front, attempting to accelerate towards a quick end, but he catches it. 

“You will cum from my touch and my touch alone, pet,” he sneers.

You whimper again, and Dio smirks. He drags your hips back and spreads your legs wider, so that when he thrusts into you, it’s as if you can feel him prodding the very edge of your gut. You choke out a moan of his name, bracing your elbows on the table. The table creaks louder with his every thrust, and the errant slap of his balls against your skin…. God, you need to double-check to make sure you’re on mute.

“Pet, I believe they’re speaking to you.” Dio snickers.

Your eyes snap open, and of course, your classmates are looking in your direction expectantly. You flush; even though your camera is off, it feels like they know what you’re up to, that they can see the depraved things you and Dio are doing. And with the way he’s fucking you, leaving you little room to gather your bearings, much less breathe… you don’t think you can find it in you to continue the session. Your hand hovers over the button to exit the call, but Dio jerks into you again and your fingers miss the button. 

“Answer them, pet,” he says suddenly. “I command you to.”

You shoot him a withering look that wilts at the way his hips smack into you, breaking your concentration. You bite down on your lip, turning on your mic.

“S-Sorry guys.” Even you can hear your voice was strained, tight. “C-Camera’s not working. Must be the internet,” you say quickly, before muting again. You hope to God that the audio didn’t pick up on the wet slap of his hips against yours, or the creaking of the table. Dio, on his end, is clearly biting back his own devilish laughter.

As they continue talking, each torturous minute you attempt to stay focused weakens your resolve, and you unmute yourself again. “A-actually I’m really sorry…. I think I need to g-gooo—I’ll send you feedback later, I promise.”

You freeze as Dio lets out a positively sinful groan, loud enough for them to hear, accompanied by a moan of your name. “(Y/N), you feel exquisite—”

“B-Bye!” You exit the call, your face burning. Dio chortles as you reach around to smack his chest. “Dio, you—you dick!” 

“Perhaps they’ll think I have the flu, pet. People come up with the most irrational excuses for things they don’t want to believe.”

“You’re so fucking—incorrigible—”

“Mm, you don’t seem to mind.”

“Just make me cum already,” you snap.

“I was not aware I was taking requests,” he remarks just as icily.

Still, it seems he’s reaching his limit as well, aided no doubt by the way you’d tightened around him in surprise at his earlier trick. He pins you to the table, his hips practically pummeling into you. You moan, at each slam of your hips against the table, already picturing the bruises that would no doubt form tomorrow. As Dio’s hips piston into you, you clench around him, feeling heat surge through your gut. You lower your face, his name a gasp on your lips as you ride out your orgasm. Shortly after, Dio is pulling out of you, hissing as his own release splatters onto the table.

You’re panting, already feeling the phantoms aches in your body from holding onto that position. As you flex the stiff muscles in your wrists, your eyes land on your notes and outline for your paper, the ink smudged in several places from droplets of Dio’s release. Your jaw drops.

“Dio!” You smack his shoulder, pointing to your ruined study materials. He merely smirks, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Gross! How am I supposed to read this now?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea. Perhaps you could clean them with your tongue,” he suggests.

He definitely aims with intention.

[roksiksimps]

How to get an Abdirak of your own!

Here are some mods you need if you want Abdirak (or any other NPC really) to travel with your party!

Abdirak as an NPC companion

Recruit any NPC is the first mod you need. For those who are new to modding, here's how you can install it. First you need the software that this mod requires to work:

Get the Norbytes script extender. Unzip the archive, put the extender's 'DWrite.dll' file into your '[Steam folder]\steamapps\common\Baldurs Gate 3\bin' folder.

Get the BG3 Mod Manager. Unzip it, launch it, go to the Preferences and link your game's exutable and folder in its settings.

Download the mod itself, unzip, drag the 'RemoveMultiplayerCharacter.pak' file into you Mod Manager's 'active mods' leftside field, then press 'save'.

It gives you this wonderful ability:

Get to the goblin camp, target Abdirak with it, and he will become your companion!

He still can be interacted with as well, so if you wanted to take some screenshots in a more scenic environment, now you can. (The penance itself is bugged though. I was able to reenact it once near the bloodstained chapel's wall, but it's not guaranteed. More testing needed. Do it before you aggro the whole goblin camp, as per usual, cause he will try to leave the camp (and the game) after if you're anywhere close to the goblin camp.)

The only problem with this method is that he's still an NPC, he can't be leveled up (and he doesn't have much in terms of abilities), and the gear doesn't show up, so if you want to take him through the rest of the game, he won't fare well.

So if you want to have a functional cleric with you, you will want:

Abdirak as Tav

First, you need a second Tav. Getting a second player through multiplayer is an option, but the Recruit any NPC mod we already installed gives you a second ability:

Target Abdirak, and you'll be taken to the character creation screen to create a second Tav for you to control. There, you can select the 'Clone' option when you choose the race. It'll give you an Abdirak that CAN be leveled up and has the selected class's abilities, but his visuals still can't be changed.

If you want an Abdirak who can wear gear that will show up on him, we need more mods (also, you don't have to target Abdirak when you create a second Tav. Target anyone, so you can have Abdirak from the very start of the game). @sweetmage has already made Abdirak as the main Tav, but he lacked the body scars. Let me rectify that!

The Customizer's Compendium modwill give you Abdirak's face (drag the 'Customizer.pak' file into the Mod Manager; you also need the ImprovedUI mod for it to show up properly, place it under the Customizer mod in the list) , facial scars included. The hair is already in the game, the colors need to be eyeballed. Here's a closeup of the NPC. In my estimation, he's got Cool Tone 5 for his skin, Solid White for his eyes, and Grey 1 for hair, but YMMV.

The body scars are a different matter. If you're playing as a human/elf/drow/half-elf male Tav, there's currently no way to give Abdirak his scars without also giving them to your Tav. If you don't mind, or play a different race, or if you're playing a female Tav, you will need:

Unique Tav (as well as Trip's old shaderpack for the mod to work, drag it into the Mod Manager). It's a bit more tricky to set it up.

- Find in the mod's 'Files' section, download and install with Mod Manager the 'Unique Tav PAK'.

- Download 'Unique Tav Data', unzip, and manually put the 'Generated' folder inside of your '[Baldur's Gate 3 steam folder]\Data' folder.

- THEN download the 'Unique Tav Body Variants'.

- Find the 3 filed inside of the 'body_variants\NORMIES\male_hairy_lovitar_actually_hairless' folder you just downloaded.

- Copy these files to your '[Baldur's Gate 3 steam folder]\Generated\Public\Shared\Assets\unique_tav\BODY\NORMIES\MALE' folder, replace the files that are already there.

Ta-da! Your Abdirak (and human/elf male Tavs) will have the body scars!

Not on their legs though. If you want that, you will have to edit the texture files yourself.

You can download a tutorial on how to do that over at Many scars for unique Tav. You will need Photoshop (and knowing how to use it), a Photoshop plugin to open dds files, and a bit of creativity (or, you know, you can just take the scars from this mod and replace Abdirak's leg segment).

Edit UNIQUE_M_NKD_BODY_A_NM to add texture.

Edit UNIQUE_M_NKD_BODY_A_HMVY to add color. I'm still working on the latter, but I can upload my files sometimes later when I have it, if anyone's interested.

If you want his outfit, you need the Basket full of equipment mod (install with Mod Manager, read the mod's rescription to learn how to gain access to the basket), the clothes are in the 'exotic gear' bag. If you want that outfit as camp clothes, you also need to install the Basket Equipment to Camp Clothing mod.

That should cover it. Let me know if you have any questions, I'll try to help!

[hrhwilliamfox]

Marauders Midnights, Log 1: The Potters

Sirius never wearing 'black' on his jerseys in quidditch because he didn't want any of his wins to be associated with them, that he was doing it for the blacks.

Sirius stealing James' jerseys throughout their quidditch games so that they'd both fly with the Potter name.

Seeker!sirius facing off Regulus who still bears the Black name on his back, weighing him down.

Sirius flying lighter and faster in front of Regulus so he's stuck staring at 'Potter' on his brother's back instead of their own last name.

Remus wearing potter on his back, but for Sirius too and not James

Remus and Lily laughing over their boys as 'Potter' is on their backs.

Peter, who always wore Potter on his back from the very second James got onto the team in second year, feeling James slipping away from him as more adore James.

Sirius being known as 'Potter' throughout his classes, not responding to 'Mr. Black' but only "Mr. Potter".

Sirius and James making twin cameos, "did you mean me or him?", in all of their classes, as Minnie slowly loses her sanity.

the Marauders + Valkyries being referred to as the potter clan/family (Regulus likes to think himself apart of this family, James assures him he is even as they are far apart)

Older Gryffindors saying 'here comes potter' when any of them come through the portrait door.

Marlene boasting that she was James' first recruit, 'always allowed there i was', 'i was the original', 'i came for Jamie stayed for his mum'.

Peter wishing he was loud enough to shout down hallways that actually he was the first potter, married and sworn in, with paper rings of their childhood.

James being flustered anytime anyone refers to themselves with his last name, fondness for his friends flowing through, the love that he carries in his heart not feeling like a burden anymore.

James noticing peter shy away from using Potter, even though he remembers a smaller peter saying his initials stood for "Peter Potter" not Peter Pettigrew.

James knowing the longing peter feels coursing through as everyone laughs over their strong bond.

James thinking that his heart is still a burden.

Peter rectifying this immediately, becoming louder by the nanosecond that he's a Potter.

Sirius saying that he was James' brother first jokingly.

Peter saying they're more than that without a hint of humour on his tongue and a curve to his lips that makes James want to k-

James thinking his heart is definitely a good thing.

They're all potters. In a way, it's a joining name, a unifying mark, and they chose their glue for their name. Even after Hogwarts, Sirius is still a potter, until he becomes a Lupin.

Yet he never does get to take that step. SIRIUS BLACK -the first time he's heard Black with his name in forever- is printed black and white on newspapers, killer of James and Lily Potter, it writes. Black killed the potters. Sirius believes that too. he killed the potter within him when he let his James and Lily die.

There's only one potter posters say, the undesirable Harry Potter. Mary potter lives in her hollow wishing she could remember why that's not quite right.