#making a short to the point one sentence post and then it's like no hold on i have THOUGHTS

[htub]

99% of my OC development consists of me going "hey you know what would be so fucking funny" and tbh I wouldn't want it any other way

[multifandomgirl08]

Mini Verstappen

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get a small surprise the first time you visit Max's apartment

Warning(s): Slight angst (if you squint), child from a past relationship (Max), reader coming to terms with her feelings (on screen), ambiguous ending

A/N: I may add more to this in the future. Right now it's just a stand-alone.

Words: 1.3k

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From the moment you met Max, you knew that he was complicated. From his busy schedule, to the people he surrounded himself with when it came to his job. You knew it would be hard to keep up with a guy like him. But you had gotten the greatest shock of your life when you had showed up at Max’s Monaco apartment.

Max knew that you were going to be visiting him, he was the one who invited you to stay with him. And given that you had been doing long distance for about 8 months it only recently seemed like things were turning serious. Max had been very secretive about his apartment, he never invited you over when you had initially met him, and given that you were doing long distance, you only got to talk to him in the morning your time.

You had knocked on his door before he opened it to see him holding a toddler. Your hand dropped from your luggage. This was the last thing you were expecting. “Hey.” He muttered.

“Hi.” You said back. It was all you really could say looking at the child sleeping on Max’s shoulder.

“You should come inside.” He pushed the door open with his free hand. You could hear the light curse in Dutch that he let out under his breath.

As you made your way into Max’s penthouse, you started to internally connect all of the dots. This was why he normally answered you only at night, this was why all of his social media accounts only had work-related things posted on them aside from the few sporadic pictures of his family.

You set your bags by the door, turning to Max to see him place the child on the couch before covering him with a blanket with little F1 cars making up the pattern.

“I normally don’t do this,” He said, his accent coming through.

You furrowed your brows together in question. “Do what?”

Max looked at the couch as if he was pointing to the child. “I don’t normally introduce people that I don’t work with to my son.”

You honestly just felt awkward standing there. You had only really been on a number of dates with Max that weren’t phone calls. You traveled often enough for work that you got to see each other a few days every month or so, but it seemed like things were going rather well between you, you hadn’t expected this however.

“Normally, the women that I start to see don’t last more than 3 or 4 months, then they start to expect things. Getting invited to races and being invited to my apartment.” He offered up. That was maybe one of the reasons why you were here, you never pressured Max into inviting you over. You never asked him for more than he was willing to give.

Max moved to sit on the couch brushing his hair to one side like he couldn’t help but fumble with something given how strange this whole thing was for both of you.

“I’ve never gotten this far with someone since I’ve had him in my life.” It made sense why. He didn’t want someone around his son only for them to leave soon after, not a lot of people could handle taking care of a child as well as being in a relationship with their parent so early on.

“How long have you had him?” You asked wondering how long Max had been a part of his son's life.

“Almost 2 years. My last long-term girlfriend ended up pregnant. At first, she was going to keep him. She gave him up at the last second. She contacted my agent since we ended things not long before she found out.” He seemed to be answering in short sentences, almost as if he was afraid that his English couldn’t keep up with him.

Max was giving you a lot of information, probably because the only people he really got to talk to about this were the guys on the grid - guys who although they were around Max’s age didn’t have a child to take care of by themselves.

You couldn’t help but walk closer, almost dragging your feet but didn’t want to wake the little boy up by doing so. He looked like Max, like he was his little copy, down to the wide smile and the slight quiver in his brow as he slept. You couldn’t help but lightly smile seeing the little boy fist the blanket in his small grip.

You moved to sit next to him waiting to see if he’d say anything else. He didn’t, he just stroked the little boy’s hair away from his forehead. You looked to Max to see his blue eyes turn stormy like he was waiting for you to leave him alone with his son.

Was he waiting for you to run?

“I’m not leaving Max.” You said.

Any other person may have run, but Max having a son from a previous relationship although a little like a wake-up call didn’t make you want to run. It just made you more aware of how serious this would be. It wouldn’t just be the two of you, there was also someone else to consider.

You saw him drop his head into his hands, seeing his shoulders shake as you heard the unmistakable sounds of him sobbing. You hadn’t seen Max cry before. He was just one of those people who knew how to keep his emotions in check. It probably had to do with all the time he spent in front of reporters. He only really let go when it was the two of you, he was all smiles. His eyes would squint when he smiled wide at you, you loved looking at him when he smiled at you over candlelight. His shoulders were relaxed, and he couldn’t stop smiling at you. That was how you knew that he was really happy.

Max didn’t look like that now, his back was stiff. He was hunched over in a way that could possibly hurt his back if he kept it up. This just showed you how uncomfortable he was in the situation.

“You’re the only one who’s stayed long enough to meet him.” He sputtered out.

Hearing that just made your stomach turn uncomfortably.

You laid your head against his shoulder wanting to say something to comfort him, but thought it would be better just to stay there with him.

“He looks like you.” You muttered.

You could feel Max’s shoulders shake again, not sure if he was still crying.

“Victoria said the same thing the first time she saw him.” He said clearly. 

You had only met Max’s sister a few times before. She seemed to like you from the conversations that you had.

“I understand why you waited to tell me about him.” You would like to find out his name, instead of referring to him as Max’s son.

“I didn’t want to drop it on you, I just didn’t know how…” Max’s eyes shifted once again to the sleeping boy.

“Well, I am a little bit shocked, and this wasn’t what I was expecting when you invited me to come spend the week with you but I’m up for it,” Max telling you he had a son wasn’t a part of your plans, however, given that you had almost been together a year. It felt nice that he was finally letting you into his world a little more.

He looked up at you, and you could see that he was shocked. His face was completely slacked, his plump lips open. His eyes were still red from crying but could see that they were getting clearer.

“His name’s Nico,” Max offered up.

You felt really tempted to reach over and move Nico’s hair from his eyes but instead just dropped your hand to Max’s lap and whispered against his cheek, “It suits him. Nico Verstappen.”

He looked at you like he wanted to tell you something, instead he just reached for your hand. Clasping them together in his grip he said, "Thank you, for not leaving."

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Cuddles HCs (Cyno, Tighnari, Xiao)

I am having a huge burst of creative energy. I should be going to bed but NO! I will think of cuddling with the genshin boys. This is going to be weird. Awake me takes no responsibility for what sleep deprived me does. Reader is assumed to be short because I am and this is a self insert, hehe;  slight angst in Xiao's (I mean, it's Xiao)

A/N: Good gods, I really was tired when I did this. I had next to no formatting, a childish Authors note. To anyone who read this on my other blog, I am really, really sorry. I won't promise it won't happen again, so I'll apologize in advance for any future instances of sleepy posting.

I did my best to extent Tighnari's a little. Our fox-boy deserves more than a few sentences

Cyno x gn!reader, Tighnari x gn!reader, Xiao x gn!reader

Cyno

Mr. Serious Mahamatra is actually an amazing cuddler

He's a settled person so he's not going to fidget and squirm. He could probably cuddle for hours if you both had time.

Spooning is very much a favorite. Especially if you've had a long day, the two of you will lay in bed. He'll press himself against you back, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips into your hair. Even though he's one of the smaller Genshin guys, he's warm and radiates this steady, grounded energy. Being the little spoon makes you feel safe and cared for. More often than not you fall asleep when spooning.

On the other hand, when Cyno gets home after a long mission, you'll curl up on the couch with his head on your chest

After the darkness that permeates his job, your heartbeat represents light and life and goodness. He values the time spent listening to your heartbeat just as much as he values rules and justice. It's a balance he needs and he knows it.

Tighnari

You know how kittens will curl up in little piles, facing each other and all and it is really, really cute?

Yea, that's you and Tighnari

You'll kinda burrow into each other and he'll wrap his tail around your legs

He'll even yet you scratch his ears while he pets your hair. No sleeping really ever happens like this, but it's so relaxing you might as well have taken a nap

If you're cuddling because you had a really bad day, you two might spoon, or you'll sit on his lap while he holds you and lets you pet his tail.

If you happen to fall asleep while cuddling his tail like a stuffed animal, he's fine with it, but is glad there's no one around to take a picture because that would just be embarrassing.

Xiao

Xiao is probably so touch starved it's stupid

Once he starts getting physical affection and serious cuddles, he realizes that he actually really needs it not that you mind

Like Cyno the type of cuddles depends on the situation

He's not as into spooning, though it does happen especially late night when you're tired and ready to sleep. I think he really wants to be able to see your face and even in Teyvat physics don't really allow for that when spooning

Instead, when you're the one who needs comfort and touch, you snuggle up to his side and he wraps his arm around you. As usual he doesn't say much,  but with Xiao, he really lets his actions speak for him

When he needs the comfort, he tends to want you on his lap where his can bury his face in the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms tight around you like he's scared to let you go.

It's all you can you to stroke his hair or gently rub his back. Just like his actions speak louder than words, your actions are more likely to reach him than platitudes, though you make sure to use your words as well. He really could use them

And sometimes you're just in the mood to cuddle at which point it depends on when and where. His head in your lap, yours in his, honestly, all he cares about is being able to see your face and be in contact with you

[farfaras]

First part to this prompt I posted the other day. This is gonna be eventual steddie (sorry, stonathan) and I’m really excited. Title from the song ‘nonsense’ by Sabrina Carpenter.

I think I got an ex but I forgot him

Part 1. (You’re here)

Part 2.

-

If he heard the words: Robin and in love, in the same sentence, with the melodious voice of one Dustin Henderson, one more time. Steve was sure he was gonna lose it.

Listen, he understands where he’s coming from. The kid just wants him to be happy. But he is! Dustin just doesn’t seem to get that. Happiness doesn’t only come in the form of a relationship. His teenage brain can’t comprehend that fact just yet. He wishes he did though, because he’s absolutely insufferable about getting Steve and Robin together.

No excuse or explanation he gives is good enough. Dustin still insists that he needs to try, that this is his chance at true love. Robin is kind of the love of his life, sure, but the platonic love of his life. His best friend, his soulmate, sister from another mister. All that jazz. Dustin doesn’t buy it though.

And Steve’s tried everything! He even told Dustin about that time in starcourt when they were high off his asses. Told him that he confessed his crush to Robin but that she rejected him, and that they were best friends now and nothing else. He obviously left out the part where Robin came out to him. He’s never gonna reveal Robin’s secret to anyone. The only answer he got was that “It doesn’t even matter now! Things could’ve changed! You never know.” Steve knew. He knew that he would never be into his best friend like that, and she would never be into him. Apparently they were the only ones who knew that.

Because of all the fuss Dustin was constantly making, other people started giving their input. Thanks Dustin. They didn’t get it either, didn’t believe they were just Platonic with a capital P. They made sure they knew it too, the whole party, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie. Not Argyle, he said that the energy between Steve and Robin was intense but completely friendly, almost like they were twins. Steve liked Argyle. Of course he had to be miles away.

Most of their friends dropped the subject after the second time Steve or Robin explained the nature of their relationship. Even if they weren’t convinced, they didn’t push. Except for one person. Yep. Dustin.

Who was currently harassing Steve at his job. He didn’t know what else to tell him. If family video wasn’t empty he would just ignore him to do his job but there was nothing to do. He couldn’t even sweep or anything because everything was already done.

“Okay well! There must be a good reason why you guys haven’t gotten together!” Dustin exclaimed. He is so fucking stubborn.

“I already told you, Henderson. We’re. Just. Friends.” He knew it wasn’t gonna do anything. It was just a routine at this point.

Dustin’s expression changed to determination. “Nuh uh. There’s a reason there. And I’m gonna find out!” Shit. Could Dustin figure out Robin? He doesn’t think so. But he’s starting to panic. What if he finds out? Robin doesn’t deserve that. He’d feel like it was his fault, and everything would go to shit.

“Okay! Okay! There is a reason.”

“I knew it! You have to tell me.” Dustin demanded. Well, Steve hasn’t thought that much ahead. He needs to come up with something and he needs to do it fast if Dustin is gonna believe it.

“Look, I haven’t told anyone this before.” Building suspense, nice.

Then, an idea popped into his head and it seemed like the perfect response to all of this. Or maybe it’s the only thing he could think of in such short notice. “I’m gay.” He blurts out. It made sense in his head, really. Robin doesn’t get outed, but she can still look at the reaction she might get when she comes out. (It doesn’t hold any kind of truth at all. Not one Steve can see right now at least.)

Dustin is just staring at him. “What? I don’t, you’re not, since when?”

“Since I was born?” It sounds like a question. Steve didn’t prepare for follow up questions to the reply he literally just crafted.

“There’s no way you’re gay.” At least he didn’t seem disgusted or upset? Is this a good or bad reaction?

“Are you not okay with it?” Steve dared to ask.

“What?! Of course I’m okay with it, I’m just. I don’t care, but you don’t really seem gay. It’s hard to believe.” At least he’s okay with it. He’s still being stubborn.

“Way to stereotype, Henderson.”

Dustin sputters. “Wha- can you even blame me? Who could believe you?”

The next words that came out of Steve’s mouth didn’t actually ask for permission to be said. “My boyfriend can believe it.” He said it so matter of fact that he surprised himself a little. The way he usually took the route of action before thinking was gonna bite him in the ass some day. Would that be today?

“Boyfriend?!! And you didn’t tell me? You don’t have a boyfriend!” He accused Steve. “Who is it?”

Oh. Shoot. Quick, brain. Who could be his boyfriend? Someone his age, that was single, and could be believed to be in a gay relationship.

“It’s Jonathan.” Why did he say that? He just broke up with Nancy, that would just seem like a messy situation. Also is he literally just doing what he scolded Dustin for and stereotyping?

“But he just broke up with Nancy.” Hmm. Did Dustin read his mind or something.

“It’s new. That’s why I haven’t told anyone.”

“Not even Robin?” Oh, crap. Is he gonna have to tell this to people? Well, he should probably tell Jonathan first that he is apparently in a relationship with him now.

“Not even Robin.” Dustin beamed at this.

“You know, even if you and Jonathan are kind of a weird sounding couple, and this is surprising… if you’re happy then I’m happy for you, Steve.” That was weirdly sweet of Dustin.

“Thanks, bud.”

After that and renting a movie, Dustin was on his way. He gave Steve a hug goodbye and hopped on his bike to go home.

Steve had a lot of things to get done now. And he hoped that the first one went well because he didn’t really have a plan B if it didn’t. What had he gotten himself into?

First things first. Asking Jonathan to be his fake boyfriend.

At least for a while.

What could go wrong?

-

Step 1. Get Jonathan to be his fake boyfriend.

Step 2. Probably get Robin in on it?

He’s not sure about that one. This situation was kind of embarrassing, he’d rather just share his embarrassment with the one person who is absolutely necessary. Also Robin doesn’t seem like the type to lie to their friends. Even if it was harmless.

Step 2. Probably get Robin in on it?

Step 2. Make a game plan.

They’d probably need to talk about how this was gonna go. Get all their facts straight in case there were any questions, which there were going to be. Plan how long this was gonna be for. He was getting a bit ahead of himself, but there was no plan B.

Step 3. Hope it’s believable.

He was already outside of the Hopper-Byers home. This shouldn’t be hard, Jonathan is a pretty understanding guy. He wouldn’t judge Steve, or make fun of him. At least that’s what Steve hoped. They’ve been developing a friendship for a while. Which has been going surprisingly well. Fuck. Was this gonna mess it up?

He got out of his car and walked to the door, knocking. El answered the door, she gave him a smile and let him in.

“Is Jonathan home?” Him asking for Jonathan wasn’t a rare occurrence nowadays, so El just nodded and pointed to his room.

He knocked to make his presence known. “Hey, Jon?” He opened the door and stepped inside the room.

“Hiya. What’s up, Harrington?” Jonathan grinned at Steve. Ah. Shit. He didn’t look completely sober. Must’ve smoked something earlier.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you. I’d rather wait until you sober up though.” Jonathan just gave him a thumbs up.

“Happy to have company.” Steve knew Jonathan was having trouble dealing with the break up. They had been together for a while and he thought that those two were gonna beat all the odds and marry each other or something. Maybe they still could find their way back to each other someday. Right now though, it probably sucked.

Nancy was off to college, Jonathan stayed here in Hawkins doing community college. There was no way of knowing how Nancy was taking it, she barely called and when she did it was kinda cut and dry. Although Steve supposed that was a way of telling she wasn’t doing so good either.

They hung out, doing nothing in particular. Just talking, listening to music and Steve sobering him up.

“Did you say you wanted to talk about something?” Jon asked. He looked sober now. Or as sober as his perpetual stoner face could look.

“Yeah… I kinda did something stupid.”

“Don’t we all.” Cute. Was he trying to make him feel better? It would’ve worked if what he did wasn’t as stupid as it was.

“No, seriously. I think this is the dumbest thing I have done.” Understatement.

“It can’t be that bad.” Jon’s words weren’t aligned with his face because it looked like he was starting to worry.

“It has something to do with you too.” With those words, Steve definitely made Jonathan start to worry. “Hear me out first!”

Retelling the events from earlier was excruciating. Steve has never felt this embarrassed before. It sounded so dumb saying it out loud.

“You really couldn’t come up with anything else? Like oh I don’t know. Saying you don’t like Robin like that?” It was like he wasn’t even listening.

“I tried that thousands of times! He wouldn’t buy it!”

“Why haven’t you just dated anyone else? To prove that you’re not hung up on her?” Interesting line of questioning. Honestly, it’s been a long time since someone has made him feel anything at all. No girl caught his attention like before. Has the upside down messed him up so bad that he can’t form romantic connections anymore?

“I just, I don’t really. Taking a break from dating sounded good to me.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Jon didn’t believe him, whatever.

“Look I just panicked, spoke without thinking.”

“You know, I actually thought that Dustin was right about you and Robin before. But if you’re so determined to prove you’re not, to even come up with something like that.” Steve hated this. Was Jonathan getting a kick out of this?

“Are you amused? I’m kinda suffering here.” Steve lamented. “Can you just please help me?

“Oh god, what do you expect me to do? Pretend to date you to get Dustin off your back?” Yes. Please.

“Look! I only ask for a few weeks! It doesn’t have to be for long. Just, a few weeks of fake dating and then just say it didn’t work out and we decided to stay friends. All that cheesy stuff.” God, he was not being convincing at all.

Jonathan still looked skeptical. But at least he was considering it now. “I’ll owe you, big time. Whatever favor you want.” Steve offered.

Jon looked resigned now. He huffed out a breath. “I never thought my first boyfriend was gonna be Steve Harrington.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I always pictured a nerd or maybe a stoner.” He was confused now. Was Jonathan? “Yes, Steve. You should probably know if we’re gonna do this. I also like guys. And I’m assuming you’re okay with it, considering what you just asked.”

“Of course! Thanks for telling me. I’m glad you could trust me.” He was being genuine. Even if Steve was a little surprised, and now felt even more guilty about words he used in the past to insult Jonathan. All the past apologies seemed insufficient. Even so, he was happy that their friendship could develop into this.

“So? How is this gonna work? You really owe me now, you know.”

“Trust me, I know.”

So their friendship wasn’t ruined. Who knows? Maybe this could make it stronger.

[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Let’s talk dates: obey me! brothers+ Solomon and their dates for you

Super hyped to do this, and thank you for all the love on my previous posts! Everyone is very much appreciated 🥹 like I said tell me if you have any requests, and I’ll get to them!

This post is quite fluffy, with a few kisses here and there. I hope you enjoy!

-not proofread twice-

Lucifer

A dinner at a fancy restaurant

Specifically Restaurante six

Will plan his date at least two months in advance for two reasons:

1. He has a specific seat in said restaurant that is his very favourite, which is why he will make sure to get it for his favourite human

You deserve only the best, and he won’t settle for anything less

2. He makes sure his brothers know in advance so that they don’t destroy his date night with their antics

So on date night everyone is on their best behaviour

On the night of the date he will pick you up punctually

He’ll link his arm with yours and takes you to said restaurant

Will let you order a super fancy meal

You can literally get anything you want

After the eating he’ll take you on a romantic walk

Fingers intertwined and all that cute stuff

Then he pulls out a small box “will you marry me?”

No not that, he’ll take out a small necklace with a beautiful gemstone in the centre

Will put it around your neck all romantic; letting his fingers trace your skin while hooking the necklace

“Wow it looks beautiful on you.”

Mammon

A very cute beach date

His dates are usually pretty spontaneous:

“Babe let’s go to the beach!” On the most random days

You guys drive there with his car, listening to your favourite songs, screaming your lungs out with the windows down

Once you get there you go into the changing rooms, change and then notice how hot you guys look

Cue make out session in the changing room

On the beach you guys do various different things; swimming, playing in the water, sun bathing, making out etc

Will have a competition to see who can build the bigger and better sandcastle

Will buy you an ice cream if you ask

For dinner he lays a picnic blanket on the sand and brings out his „famous“ cheese sandwiches!

you guys watch the sunset while holding hands

At the end of the day you guys get in the shower together, washing off the sand from each other’s backs

He will give you his jacket to wear once you guys finish showering

Drives you home, with a hand on your thigh

Talking about life while the stars twinkle in the night

Leviathan

He takes you to an aquarium! The biggest one in the whole devildom!

He’ll ask you if you wanna go a few days prior

But he’s been preparing for months

He practiced how to ask, what to say on dates, where to bring you, literally EVERYTHING

He wants only the best for you damnit 😭

When you say yes he was absolutely ecstatic!

Wait you said yes?!?

Cue more planing and stressing

Asks his online friends how he should go on about it in the most optimal way possible

On the day of the date he’s a nervous wreck

Fussing with his shirt, refusing to make eye contact and a few very short yet fast sentences

He just needed a bit of time to relax

So once he gets to the aquarium he relaxes

Besides the ocean is his natural element, so he feels most confident around sealife

He tells you a few things about the fishes you see

The conversation is light and easygoing, doesn’t feel forced and everything you guys say comes out naturally

Very soothing if you ask me

If he feels especially confident he’ll hold your hand with red cheeks

Will point at pretty fishes saying: this one is you

When you go to the bathroom he converses with the fishes asking for pointers

Will buy you matching keychains

Once you have seen enough fishes for a day he walks you home

Gives you a quick kiss on the cheek as goodbye

Satan

Plans this date a week prior and asks you two days beforehand

Brings you flowers like a gentleman

A lovely two-part date: first he takes you to one of those places where you can make your own teacups

While making the cup he completely fails

Sure he’s read about it and how you do it but when they give him the clay he literally goes; wtf why is it so sticky and doughy

Tries to make it look good but.. well

He applauds you for being able to do it so well

A surprisingly good sport about not having the most pinterest worthy cup

Just uses his inability as an excuse to go on another make-your-own-teapot date with you

The painting was a whole lot smoother than the making of the cup

That being said it still wasn’t extraordinary

When you finish he lets out a small laugh at his cup

For Lunch he takes you to a cute cafe

Let’s you pick anything you want

He even lets you eat off of his plate

Which is good because his food always looks better than yours…

While going home you WILL come across a cute kitty

And he will start petting it

Gets whiny when the cat likes you more but secretly finds it utterly adorable

At the end of the date you two exchange cups

His cup is on your shelf, and yours is on his

Asmodeus

Takes you to a lovely botanical garden!

Asks you a day or so prior

You guys get ready together; matching outfits are a MUST

First you guys get Lunch at a super popular cafe. Then you go to the gardens!

The gardens are absolutely beautiful! He takes lots of pictures of you the plants

Butterflies always land on his hair and make him look like a disney princess

Sadly bees like him too, so count on lots of squeals of happiness and fear

Points at two flowers growing next to each other and names them after you two🥹

After that he takes you to a pandora store and gets you two matching bracelets the ones with the hearts

I hope you don’t mind paparazzi because his fans are everywhere

that totally didn’t happen because he couldn’t stop yapping about his date with you on his live

Don’t worry they won’t disturb you, actually they just take a bunch of cute photos of you two and send them to asmo

And because he has so many fans you guys get a LOT of pictures

Seriously his fans have been graced with the ability to take the most gorgeous pictures!

Not to mention you guys look so darling in every. Single. One.

Asmo saves ALL of them, literally ALL OF THEM on his phone

He has one especially cute picture of you two as his lock screen and will always look at it when he feels a little sad

Beelzebub

He‘ll take you to a fangol game

Asks you about the same time he gets the tickets, which is like a month prior to the gane

So he‘s exited about your date for the whole month!

On the day of the date you guys go there by bus

When there’s only one seat available he lets you sit on his lap, or if you don’t like pda then he‘ll just make the other demon scram 🤷‍♀️

He is one of the seven rulers of hell so theres not much the other demons can do or say

When you get there the crowd is HUGE

Beel of course gets everything you can get from the food stalls

He even shares his food with you 🫣

While watching the game he lets you sit on his shoulders because he likes having his face between your thighs so that you can have a better view

After the game he takes you to one of those restaurants where you can get a huge bowl of ice cream and whoever finishes it gets it for free

Totally didn’t get inspired from the main storyline

Will steal a kiss from you at the end of your date

Belphegor

Takes you on a super sweet carnival date

The plot twist is he takes you to one at night

I‘m to 99% sure that devildoms carnivals open at night you can not change my mind

Like they open at 7PM and go till the whee hours of 4AM

He asks you super spontaneously but planned the date like a few weeks prior

You guys walk around holding hands looking absolutely darling

If you want to go on a specific ride but the line is too long he will pull some strings to let you skip the line

Whatever ride you feel like, you can get 🥴

Is the type of person to think rollercoasters are a little slow

He‘d probably fall asleep on one of them tbh

Is amazing at those rigged carnival games

He has that crazy good aim, so always when he wins a prize he gives it to you

He loves the smile on your face when he wins

You guys share cotton candy together

Anddd he buys you those candy hearts saying some cheesy stuff like; „because you stole my heart“

When you guys go on the ferris wheel it stops when you’re at the very top

Something about „technical issues“

So you guys watch the small stars while waiting for it to start running again

He then looks at you with those; ‚I love you‘ eyes

When your eyes connect he leans in and gives you a romantic kiss, making him feel like he’s on top of the world (literally)

Solomon

He takes you on a picnic at night

At night for what reason you ask? Because he wants to take you stargazing

He asks you rather spontaneously, but plans the date a few days prior

Please get your own picnic snacks/food cause you don’t want to find out how „dragonhead soup“ tastes

He walks you there, and everything is already set up

Telescope, blanket, a few pillows, food

He lets you sit between his legs, letting you lean your head against his chest

Honestly looks at you more than he looks at the stars

„Wow they’re beautiful.“

„yeah..“

And while saying that looks at you

He plays with your hair, and tucks them behind your ear

He prolly hums small tunes while looking at you

Asks a small „can I?“ before kissing you

And of course two shooting stars go by you while you kiss🥹

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

[demonicchicken1121]

Alastor, Rosie, and Cannibal Town: an Analysis (I’m fucking at it (Alastor Posting) again)

Ok I know that a lot of people have already been talking about this, but I really want to analyze Alastors behavior in cannibal town and how it’s so much different than how he behaves literally anywhere else.

Alastors true motives, personality, opinions, etc are widely debated in the fandom. Does he actually care about Charlie or the hotel? What’s his beef with Lucifer? Why did he make a deal and who was it with? Al is such a mysterious and closed off character, and his demeanor changes so frequently that no one in or out of universe really knows much about him. I personally think that the closest we get to seeing Alastor in his truest and most authentic self is when he’s in cannibal town.

From the moment they arrive, Alastors demeanor changes dramatically, even from a few moments before, when Charlie was venting about her relationship issues. He seems genuinely excited to be there and see Rosie, to the point where he seems to forget he brought Charlie here for a reason (hell I think he forgets Charlie is even there at a few points.)

Al and Rosie HAVE seen each other since he returned to hell, at the overlord meeting, but they didn’t really have the time to interact. Even so, they are so in tune with each other. This man was gone for seven years and here they are gaslight gatekeep girlbossing like nothing happened.

But once they actually have the opportunity to interact outside of the overlord meeting they’re super excited to catch up. The only other time he shows this much enthusiasm to see someone is with Mimzy, but things quickly goes south when she puts the hotel is danger. Alastors friendship with mimzy feels very onesided, and it seems that she only shows up when she needs something. While Alastor and Rosie clearly ask each other for favors, it feels a lot more equal in a way where they each get an equal amount of benefit.

And while we haven’t seen much of them yet, I get the vibe that they hang out in their free time and respect each others boundaries and schedules. I think Al went through cannibal town hoping to see her in the prequel comic, but figured she was busy after the extermination and instead asked some of the residents to say hello on his behalf. But that’s just a theory, a gam-

Also just a little thing I noticed, when rosie is joking about Charlie being too young for Alastor, Charlie looks visibly annoyed, but Alastors body language and expression don’t change. He tends to react relatively strongly when anyone (Angel) makes a move on him or assumes he’s dating anyone, but I think he knows Rosie well enough to know she’s joking.

Alastor lets his guard down so much in this part of the episode. He’s really in his element and his behavior seems so natural and genuine.

I love how he’s so willing to just roast Susan. Every iconic duo has that one person they fucking hate and will not be subtle about how much they fucking hate them. It’s especially funny with alastor, who’s usually really pretentious and passive aggressive when he insults someone, but with Susan it’s just

“✨Ornery old bitch?✨” also this is the only time in the entire series that alastor swears in a genuinely humorous way. In almost every other example, he is trying to intimidate someone or piss them off, and also when his staff was broken.

And speaking of his staff, I think it was actually a big deal that Alastor let Charlie use it, even tho it was for a very short time. This does show that whether or not he actually cares about her, Alastor does have a certain amount of trust and respect for Charlie. Despite that, I don’t think he would have done this if he wasn’t in cannibal town and with Rosie. The staff is clearly very important to him and likely holds some amount of his power, given how he reacted when it was broken.

As weird as this sentence is out of context, I think Alastor feels very safe in cannibal down. Rosie and probably the other cannibals genuinely like and respect him. it speaks volumes that not only he let Charlie use his staff, but he put himself in the position that would leave him vulnerable to Rosie if Charlie were to turn on him. While he knows it’s highly unlikely that would happen, I think it’s still worth noting that he intentionally left himself in such a vulnerable position in cannibal town and nowhere else.

Something else interesting I noticed, is that “ready for this” is one of the only songs that Alastor is interacting with another character, and isn’t competing for the spotlight. He is walking all over Vox in “stayed gone”, and getting walked all over by Lucifer in “Hells greatest dad”, but here, he’s very in tune with everyone else. He and Rosie are on equal footing and he feels secure enough to fade into the background a bit, harmonizing with the cannibals and letting Charlie take the lead.

So yeah, I feel like Cannibal town is alastors home in hell. His relationship with Rosie is probably the most positive relationship he has in the whole show. I think viv has mentioned that Alastor wasn’t a cannibal before he died, and I’m not sure if that’s still canon, but if it is, I can definitely see him becoming a cannibal when he became friends with Rosie. I can also see Rosie being one of his first friends in hell, maybe they even rose to power together. I’m clearly getting into some more speculative headcanons because I do what I want, but I’m putting them in their own section.

Now for headcanons with little to no substantial evidence ✨✨✨

I do actually really like the idea that they became friends very quickly and rose to power together. I like the idea that they were friends before Alastor became this super powerful force in hell. It also makes sense that he would trust someone who wanted to be his friend back when people weren’t constantly asking for favors or testing his power. Bc I do think that there was a short period of time between him arriving in hell and rising to power. (I have a lot of ideas about how he got his powers which probably will get its own post, but to brief, he wasn’t super powerful when he arrived in hell.) it makes sense that him and Rosie would have become friends in that period.

When he did start rising to power, I think Rosie would have guided him, given that he was a relatively new sinner. She would help him find overlords to target, possibly even letting him recruit cannibals to help him take them down. After he was finished broadcasting their screams, he would return their bodies to Rosie for her to sell. Maybe any cannibals who helped him would get discounts or first pickings.

This makes sense to me bc not only would it help explain why Alastor has never seen Rosie as a rival or a target, but also it would help explain why they’re so close. Nothing builds a friendship better than overthrowing incredible forces of power. Also they totally square dance on the weekends.

Viv please I need an episode that’s nothing but these two dicking around in cannibal town for twenty minutes.

[petrapalerno]

Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #13

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging, violence and murder.

MASTER POST

PREVIOUS

“Beep,” the sound cuts through the fog of sleep.

“Beep.” You shift, but the weight of Drohako's body keeps you pinned to the dirt floor of the cave. Your hulking mate actually fell asleep in the space between your legs, long after you had passed out from his attentions.

“Beep.” The noise is accompanied by a soft orange glow, the light flooding over Drohako’s purple face as it flashes. 

“Hey,” you rasp as you reach down and shake the slumbering giant’s shoulder. 

He blinks rapidly as you rouse him, bringing up a hand to scrub over her face and beard. When he looks up at your face, he gives you a sleepy smile.

“Beep.”

That smile drops as soon as he registers the sound. The amber light only highlights the shadows of his drawn brow, his face becoming deadly serious. 

He scrambles to sitting, leaving you worried. 

“Drohako, what’s going on?” You spin around to face whatever danger now presents itself. You did just kill a man in self defence after all. Surely you’re ready for anything. 

Behind you, the incubation pod flashes and sounds. It’s high-tech facade so out of place in the primitive hunting cave.

"It’s time," your mate grunts.

You thought you were ready for anything... but childbirth? 

“So, what do we do? Are you sure it’s big enough... Wait, how do we get him out?” You feel the blood as it drains from your face...how did you not think this far ahead? The realities of the fact that you need to get whatever is in your womb out and into the shiny metal pod is finally hitting you. 

“Well, we have the pod...” he nods, wringing his hands together.

You wait for him to finish the sentence, to give you the important details on volkroth childbirth that you’re seeking.

“Drahako...” Your voice comes out higher than you expect. 

He turns his gaze to you with wide eyes. Something like fear crosses them, which is a strange emotion for you to see play across his face. It seems something far to fragile for him.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. 

The words leave your stomach in your throat as your anxiety ramps.

“So neither of us knows what to do?” You squeak, subconsciously holding the tiny swell of your belly. 

“I can figure this out,” he says with some renewed confidence as he approaches the pod. 

“That would be amazing, because I don’t know what’s going on here,” you tell him as a nervous little laugh escapes your lips.

Lifting the white orb from its stone perch, he flips it over as if checking for some hidden access point. 

“So, have you ever seen one of these in action?” Your mutter as it dawns on you that technology isn’t your mate’s strong suit. 

He looks at you incredulously.

“I am not some gelded nursery attendant,” he scoffs, offended. 

“Gelded? You know what? We’ll double back to that later. I assumed that if you stole the pod, you at least know how it works.” You sigh with exasperation. 

He frowns and offers the blinking mystery to you.

“I needed to make sure no one would take you from me... Your safety eclipsed all my other worries... Including this.” 

Your matehood has him flustered in ways that aren’t very helpful, but it does make your heart ache all the same. You want to soothe the harshness of your last comment when you say what comes out of your mouth next. 

“You did your best, and we can figure anything out together—can’t we?” You place my hands on the pod as he passes it to you. 

But as your hands touch the incubator, something inside whirls. 

“I’m going to let go. I think your prolixity is causing this reaction.” He says as he allows you to accept the full weight of the orb. Drohako steps behind you, his arms shooting protectively over your stomach. 

The whirling piece of tech changes shape. The panels of its exterior shifting until it’s no longer round. Pass through portions appear on either side of the main sphere.

What you hold in your hands now almost appears to be a metal chastity belt in shape.

Two leg holes have materialized from the sides while the bulk of the pod remains between the openings. 

“Do I step in?” You wonder aloud.

“I will try it first to make sure it won’t hurt you.” Drohako tells you nobly as he reaches around you, but you bat his hand away.

“No, no. I think it’s okay. The brochure for spawning season made it seem like this would be a piece of cake, right?. And I don’t think those big gams of yours would fit,” You tell him, knowing full well that the opening as provided would have a hard time making it over his claves. 

“I will be right here,” he whispers in your ear as you lift your foot into the leg hole. 

Although your stance is wide, your legs fit perfectly into the pod pants opening. 

As your body acclimates to the feeling of metal contacting your skin, you recline back onto his chest, trying to get a good view of what might be going on between your legs. 

“I wonder if we need to press some hidden button—“

Your words are cut short as spoken instructions emanate from between your thighs. 

“Subject with matching DNA docked.” the pod blinks three times before continuing. “Subject, be advised that you will feel a small pinch as the cocktail of pain and relaxation meds are administered.”

Pain meds, that’s a good sign right?

You can’t help but tense as you wait for the needle. At first you're stupidly curious where the injection might be administered, but then I realize that if the pod is strapped between your legs, it’s only got one place it can go.

“Do you think it will hurt?” the words rush out as you ask your mate, your chest tightening.

“I hope it does not,” he tells you as he moves his hands up to your chest, cupping your breasts in a way that could feel sexual, but one you only find only comforting in this moment. 

“No matter what, I am here, mate.” 

You turn your head, maybe to kiss him, or maybe just to reassure yourself that he’s really there when you first feel it. 

Something cool, but slick, as if it’s already lubricated, is nudging gently at your entrance. Inadvertently, you clench your interior muscles and the probe pauses. 

“Remain calm.” The pod’s robotic voice barks. Drohako’s hands squeeze gently again. 

“Calm mate,” he whispers into your ear before sucking your earlobe between his lips. The tingling of the nerves there shoots straight to your core, and has you pushing down onto the probe without intending to. 

You don’t know if it should feel good, and you feel a little ashamed when a moan slips out of your mouth when the smooth rod slips deeper. 

“Calm, perfect, and willing to bear my young,” his voice groans behind you, and you feel the bulge under his loincloth hardening against your back. 

Should I feel bad about being turned on by this?

The way Drohako is tugging at your nipples now tells me he doesn’t care—so why should you?

You can ignore the fear if I focus on the pleasure, at least. Orgasmic childbirth is like a hippie human thing too, right? You try to pull up memories from old station satellite transmissions of earth documentaries—but there’s no room in your mind to ignore what’s happening between your legs currently. 

The probe vibrates slowly, testing your depth. It slides a few inches deeper before stuttering and withdrawing. The metal shaft repeats these actions twice before going deeper each time. 

All the while, Drohako is kneading your breasts, running his tongue up and down the column of my neck in what you suppose the barbarian version of comfort is.

Your pussy is drenching itself over the cool metallic rod, as you can only assume it calibrates itself inside you. 

You’re lost to the sensations until the probe bottoms out at your cervix. 

Drohako is muttering something filthy in your ear when you feel something that’s definitely less of a pinch and more of a jab. 

White flashes before your eyes and your muscles bunch as your back arches, stupidly attempting to get away from something that’s strapped to your body.

“Mate?” Drohako asks as he holds you tight. 

You shut my eyes, the sharp pain only lasting a few seconds before shifting into something else entirely. 

“Oh!” You bellow as stabbing feeling ebbs into a dull ache. You gasp again as that sensation morphs into a throbbing release.

“Are you alright?” His gruff voice behind you questions.

“I..I...” You can’t make the words come out right as the blood is drawn from your brain down to your sex. 

There’s not a single iota of pain left when your pussy first spasms, as if whatever injection they’ve given you has induced one of the most intense and instantaneous orgasms of your entire life. 

You’re a trembling mess as you desperately clutch his forearms. Pleasure waves surge through you, overwhelming and unstoppable.

“Mate?” Drohako holds you ever tighter as he begs you for a reply.

The only response you can give him is a primal growl emanating from deep within your throat. Through the crashing nebulas of ecstasy, you can barely feel the probe as it presses deeper. 

Childbirth should hurt, shouldn’t it? Your mind wanders as your surroundings become unclear. 

You clench your legs shut as tightly as possible, trying to hold on as your body is lifted higher. 

You enter a state of blissful transcendence as your orgasm overwhelms you. Every nerve in your body explodes with sparking joy and your mind drifts blindly into euphoria. With each pleasurable contraction, your clit bobs with increasing intensity.

This shouldn’t feel good. You try to make sense of the confusion, your mind working overtime to find a rational explanation.

Even through your haze, you hear what sounds like suction. “...don’t worry, I have you...” Drohako sounds far away. You reach up, hoping to find him. Your searching fingers bury into the coarseness of his beard. It’s something ground you, and you hold on for dear life. 

The only thing you can perceive for minutes is the feeling of his facial hair. You’re probably clinging to it tightly, but you refuse to give up your hold on your one hold on reality. Your psyche refuses to free itself entirely from the world. 

“... mate?” his voice sounds like it’s down some long hallway.

You lose your grip on him, and with your grip goes your last shred of conciousness.

***

You jolt back, a sizzle running down your spine.

“... I’m here...” he says, the voice getting closer. “Breath for me,” his voice suddenly booming. 

Like a good submissive, you follow his command. Drawing a breath through your nostrils, feeling your chest expand. 

His hands are still on you, rising as your lungs fill with air. 

“I’m okay,” You croak. You’re conscious, but whatever has just happened has left your bones feeling as though they’ve been replaced with jelly. 

“I think you had a seizure,” He whispers in your ear, laying you down onto a familiar soft fur. 

The feeling returns to your limbs as they connect to the hair covered surface beneath you. Your wet thighs pressing together.

“No, not that,” you groan, attempting to push yourself up to your elbows. You feel…fine, surprisingly. There’s no lingering pain, and you're left feeling delightfully used.

When you look down, all you see is your swollen mound. 

“Where’s the pod?” 

“Safe,” he says, checking you over. He opens your thighs and looks at your pussy before looking up again to you. 

“Was it painful?” He asks, a slight lilt to his tone, as if he almost doesn’t want to know.

“Only for a moment, after that I…well, I came.” No point in hiding it.

“Is that normal for human child birth?” He looks amused.

“Decidedly not.”

“Well, we’ll consider it an improvement, then.” He looks at you as you open your mouth to ask the question he already knows you want the answer to. “Our child is safe, resting now in the pod.”

He tenderly supports you by placing one hand under your rump and cradling you with the other under your shoulder. He guides you back over to the rocky outcropping on the cave wall, where the pod had initially been placed. 

Your child sits comfortably, nestled in a cozy nest of furs. As you gaze at the purple jelly bean-sized fetus, you notice it suspended in a liquid that looks uncannily like molten lava, a stark contrast to anything you could ever conceive as coming from your own body.

“Bizarre,” you mouth, reaching your hand up to the thing that was nestled inside you just moments ago. “What should we call him?” You ask, craning your neck back up to the face of your alien. 

He raises his eyes flash with some realization. “What’s your name, mate?” 

The ease with which you accepted ‘mate’ in place of your own name shows a longing for submission that surpasses your need for individuality. Belonging to Drohako is almost more important than some silly little detail. 

“What’s my name?” you ask curiously. The letters of it swirl into place inside your mind. “Isn’t it curious how nothing else seems to hold any importance as long as I’m in your possession?” With a smile, you reach out and place your hand on the window of the pod, relishing in the comforting warmth that spreads through your fingers.

“What should I call you?” he asks, almost as if he’s granting you permission to be something beyond his. “You, my mate, are the pillar of strength that sustains our bloodline. Our son must know your name to praise his lineage.” 

Through your submission to an alien barbarian, you’ve tapped into a strength as mighty as a volkroth—a warrior, a mother. 

You smile, searching his expectant face.

“My name is—”

Authors Note

Somehow this 'short' morphed into 20,000 words of smut. Thanks for joining me on this fun romp. I hope you enjoyed it, I know I did.

XOXO,

PETRA PALERNO

[soracities]

oooh please tell us what writing rules are garbage I would love to hear more

it's not that they're garbage, which isn't what i said, just that they annoy me and even then what annoys me is not the "rules" themselves (because i do believe they can be useful depending on what you're writing) but when some of them are put out as the only way to write something as if storytelling is a one-size fits all approach, as if you can reduce the millenia-long history of literature into a fail-proof formula that will work for all writing across all cultures with no room for experimentation.

i think there are as many ways to tell a story as there are stories and how you tell something and the kind of language you use will vary depending on what language actually means to you as a writer. hemingway and faulkner both famously took digs at each other for their styles (even though i think there was a lot of admiration between them) but they are also two very different writers with two completely different approaches to language and how they use that language to say the things they want to say: neither is inherently better, or more right, than the other--their approaches were just right for them; if faulkner wanted to write using the "older, simpler, better" words hemingway loved, he would have. if james joyce wanted to depict dublin the way dickens depicted london, he would have done so. but they didn't.

someone once posted an excellent breakdown by jeff vandermeer of the different writing styles employed by different authors which i was silly enough not to save at the time, but in it he gives an overview of the structure of their sentences, and how complicated or "rich" the language is, without pitting one style against the other. and to be honest, i think writing advice that encourages you to examine and look at that relationship with language, and what it holds for you (and others) and why, is probably more helpful than blanket statements like "stay away from ambiguity" or "avoid long sentences" because neither of those actually mean anything--a sentence is a vessel but it's also a tool, like a hoghair brush or a palette knife; the value of its impact is not an essence that exists in and of itself, but entirely dependent on how you use it, otherwise all literature would just read the same way.

strict adherence to a particular form or structure within a language does not automatically make for better writing, especially not when so much literature actually consists of, and is built from, works and authors actively rebelling against those same traditional forms and structures (but which is also not to say that those forms and structures are inherently useless, either). you can say that long sentences "risk distraction" or are "ineffective" but then where does that leave someone like laszlo krasznahorkai, whose prose runs on like some kind of breathless, hypnotic incantantion for 20, 30 pages without a single full stop in sight? or a book like solar bones by mike mccormack which is made up of a single sentence going on for 200 pages? i'm not saying long sentences can't be boring or tedious, but in all honesty so can short sentences--so can any writing that follows the "rules" to the letter. if something is poorly written, the "rules" matter very little; if it's well written, they matter even less.

all that said, telling people to "avoid long sentences" is not inherently a bad thing because i think the core of it is wanting to ensure your writing remains clear, which is a fair point--but it's an issue, to me at least, when it turns into one of those dictums or pronouncements that actively narrows the potential range language can actually have. clarity is not always about length, or whether or not you cull all of your run-on lines--mihail sebastian drew a very nice distinction in one of his novels when he said "[is] there’s a single way of being clear? A notary can be clear, or a poet, but they don’t seem to me the same thing". a long sentence can be clear, but its clarity exists on different terms to a sentence that is five words long, because its relationship to its content is different. and at the end of the day, that relationship is really what it's about for me and it's distinct to each work and its author.

writers use the language and form they use that best allows them to say what they want to say. no one in their right mind is going to dismiss zadie smith for not writing like angela carter or angela carter for not writing like hemingway or hemingway for not writing like beckett or beckett for not writing like mallarmé. robert frost and sara teasdale were no more correct than the beatniks were. i love pared down, beautifully concise prose, but i also adore books that relish in language and all the various, multi-coloured layers of it, books that eschew (traditional) plot and books that question their own form and the reality of that form, and books that tell a story as straightforwardly as possible.

to be honest i think one of the most formative things i came across, years ago now, was this piece by gary provost, which really sums up the whole notion of "writing rules" for me:

this is not about do's or dont's. it even breaks the first writing rule i learnt in school ("never begin a sentence with 'And'"). but what it does is center an intimate understanding of language, where it can go and how it can get there, and what you want that to do. that's where it's at for me!

[judysxnd]

Proofs that Pedro Pascal and Y/n Y/l/n are dating (part 2)

I think I could do this every week, like a series, I like the idea! But actually doing it, is something different, especially because I tend to lose it at some point and forget to publish or I don’t have time 🤷🏻‍♀️ also, if you have any ideas for those, because I am already running out of them but I like doing them.. so, I’m open! And for the last pic, I feel like he would do this face like a shocked face but funny, I don’t really know how to explain it 😂

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1) 12.04.2023, 3:57pm

A fan posted a video on Instagram. First we could see a woman, laughing with another person, another woman we assume. They were in a car. We can hear off camera “is that him?”, the other woman says yes, then turns the camera. Next to her car, there he was, Pedro. They were actually at a red light. He was driving. He did not see the women next to him yet. In the video, we could see another person next to him, but we don’t know who (yet). Then this person moves their position, lightly turning to the left, that’s when we see that it is actually Y/n Y/l/n, and that’s when she notices the woman filming them. At that moment, we could see that Pedro leaned a little towards y/n, but she pointed to the ladies before he could go further, which made him turn. He waved at them, but were quickly interrupted by a car honking at them. The light turned green. The video shows the car leaving. One woman said “what was he doing?” The other said “was he about to kiss her?”, then the video ends.

2) 14.04.2023, around 4pm

Pedro and y/n were seen leaving the gym together. Walking next to each other they were laughing a lot. Y/n was wearing a yellow sports bra and a dark grey short, holding a water bottle. Pedro was in shorts too and wearing his famous yellow lakers shirt, his shorts were also grey. They surprisingly had matching outfits.

3) 15.04.2023, 2:36am

Y/n posted a video on her story. She was in a club. The video started with her in a crowd, dancing. Next to her was a friend, coming to kiss her cheek for the video. Right behind y/n, a familiar face, Pedro Pascal. He absolutely did not see that y/n was making a video and was enjoying himself, dancing a little but mostly drinking his cocktail. Then y/n turned towards Pedro and said “say hi!”. As he didn’t hear her, he screamed “what?” Then looked at her phone. She came very close to him, whispering the same sentence to his ear. Then he came closer to the phone, looked straight at the camera, and said hi, and waved. “Who is it for?” He asked her. “I’m posting it on Instagram!” They looked at each other. He was giving her a look that said “that is not a good idea” and she gave him a look that said “I know but I’ll do it anyway”, then the video stopped as they were laughing.

4) 17.04.2023, 10am (ish)

Pedro and y/n were seeing grocery shopping together. Some fans posted pictures during the day, with the two of them together (and the fan of course). One fan stated that they saw Pedro kiss y/n’s forehead but there were no pictures nor videos.

5) 19.04.2023, 6:13pm

Pedro posted a video on his Instagram story. First we could see him, and we could see he was in a car, but not driving. Then, he turned the camera to his legs, and we could see a hand on his thigh. He moved the camera towards the driver, and it was y/n, looking ahead. When she saw that he was filming, she took her hand away, and put it in front of her mouth, pretending to be shocked. Then she smiled, her eyes switching from the road to the phone. Then Pedro turned the camera back to his face, making a weird shocking face before laughing. We could hear y/n laughing too. Then the video ended. Y/n reposted it on her story later too, adding : “got to give attention to my passenger princess”

[lesbopallascat]

skizzisms list bc i felt like making a list (still adding on regularly so make sure to check og post if youre using this as a reference or something)

boat -> butt

okay? -> mmguh

flak -> static

DNR -> dinner roll

super dupe pooper scoop

get out of here you piece of JUNK!!!!!

[movie/song/tv show reference] whats that from 😏☺️

singing randomly

ooohuhuhu….ooo…

wuoh

nooch!

nooch. snoogins.

hup + bop (note that bop is mostly an impulseism but skizz has picked it up too)

you can bop if you so choose

saying single words/short sentences in a very abrupt way sometimes

jerk!

nicknames! eg: dipple dop, (tango) top, etc

mister doctor professor [name]

yeah babyy!

(high pitched voice effect) kevin bubbles malone refrigerator jimmy madeye dugan mug

messing with his poker chips while he talks

you’re amazing!

hungy dungy wungy chunky monkey

not an -ism but definitely a skizz thing: skompass (skizzleman compass) aka single blocks with torches on them that act like a breadcrumb trail

do/say x with my/your face

alriiight!

come on cletus

that’s what i’m talking about or that’s what i’m talking aboot

that’s for true

ah poopy :(

stop messing around (after messing around himself)

not really as common i think but sometimes he’ll put something in basic terms, and then say some variation of “but let me explain”/“what I mean by that is”/etc. (e.g. “Tango…you are such a perfectionist, but let me expand on this:…” in this stream)

there’s your thumbnail!

do you Need to take a Poopy. (phasmo)

(to the tune of “when the moon hits your eye…”) THAT’s moroiii (phasmo)

prreow. brrow (meowing. kind of.)

CRIT!!!!!!

makinabaaaabyyy

hi. how you doin'.

calling wardens "warden g"

you're amazing!

what's up!!

Ghoulie ghosty come out to play

(mimicking grian using the spirit box) are you heeyah

___ for a tick

you're not watching

im gonna leave that/leave it! (when he holds back on the opportunity to make a dirty joke)

___ is top shelf

combining two sentences into one longer sentence by just removing the pause for a period and continuing in the same cadence

Additions from notes:

random sounds while thinking (ex: lethr lethr lethr lethr)

What’s that gonna do?

great question newman!

in addition to “what’s that from”, Name it!

homie buddeh

“The Skizz”

HUYEAYUH/making faces along with that and other stream sfx

thats the first time in human history anyone has said that

in addition to you can bop if you so choose, singing the actual you can bop if you want to safety dance parody

mmmbye

(fns) you’re legit/are you legit?

(fns) come on knock on our doooor we’ll be waitin’ for youuu (in vc to bug the imposter) (part of the random singing point)

(fns) ope! crewmate again!

(fns) make-sure-to-eat-fruit (doing simon says)

DANGIIIIIT

what im gonnna dooo….

num-a-nums

well i Did/Am.

show me [item] salad!

the face he makes where his eyes go really wide and he tucks his chin in and stares

calling people he finds cool "cats"

referring to his face as his handsome mug

will sometimes not actually make his point yet before adding "you know what i mean?" as if there was a meaning to be had

claims he would never do something to someone that they did to him, despite the fact that he had or would do exactly that

lmk if i missed anything and i can add it Smile emoji

[spotsandsocks]

A lot of sentences Sunday 💔

Tagged by @tizniz @wikiangela @diazsdimples go read their wonderful words

I didn’t really post on Friday Saturday or even Wednesday (I think) so I’m going to town and splurging on sentences here. This is from my Demi Eddie sexual awakening following Buck coming out fic. (It will get a snappier title at some point!) this was meant to be a quick/short fic to write but things got away from me! What a surprise 😳

This part is after Eddie has sat down and had a think about everything and is starting to get it.

After everything went wrong the first time and then went worse the second time, he hadn’t ever found anyone he wanted to be with. Hadn’t actually felt the need to look. He told himself it was because she was his one true love, but there was more to it than that.

He’s been thinking about all that too, about how he just wasn’t interested in casual hook ups and not particularly bothered by the idea of finding a girlfriend either. He can see why now, why would he need to find a girlfriend when there was someone else slowly filling up the spaces in his life, holding his hand without ever touching him, keeping him warm with act after act of unbelievable thoughtfulness, having his back time and time again.

He had Buck, why would he need anyone else?

He really has been blind.

He hadn’t thought about his feelings for Buck in any detail, hadn't wanted to. Eddie thinks he knew on some level that it was a dangerous idea to examine just how his feelings for Buck had grown, changed over the years with each small act of, well ‘Buckness.’

It was dangerous to think too much about how Buck looked or how he smiled or how his eyes were so very blue and his lips so very pink.

It was dangerous to think about how he liked spending his time with Buck more than anyone else, even when he’d decided it was time to find a potential mother for Chris and let Ana into their lives.

He’d liked it when Shannon kissed him, touched him. He hadn’t like it as much when Ana had. It wasn’t terrible, he didn’t hate it and eventually once he got going he could enjoy it, well most of the time anyway and he could always make it good for her at least.

Tagging with no pressure

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And anyone else out there 💜

[yuly]

↬ Child’s Play: Part 3 ↫

Aaron Hotchner x gender neutral reader

Summary: Jack helps bring you and Aaron back together

Warnings: angst and fluff, brief mention of anxiety

WC: 2.6K

Pic credit: @masterwords​

A/N: text in italics indicates a flashback

 *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

It has been a year of healing, growth and self-love. For the first time in your life, you poured all your time and energy into your own well-being. Your journey to self-healing is like an exhausting hiking trip, the climb is daunting, but the glorious views from the top make it all worth the while.

Looking back, you recognize that the dynamic between Aaron and Haley, and their extensive history, created an unhealthy environment for you. As much as it hurts to admit, there is nothing you can do to change that. You decided to remove yourself from that environment and focus on the one thing you can control: yourself. You spent the year travelling, levelling up in your professional life, and making conscious decisions to invest in your happiness. 

Aaron put all his time and energy into his job, delving deeper into his career than ever before. His relationship with Haley is now strained beyond repair. Still, he interacts maturely for Jack’s sake despite his anger and resentment. Even after the divorce, Aaron always had a special love for Haley. The calming sense of familiarity usually presented whenever they were around each other was now replaced with formal greetings and short straight-to-the-point sentences. She will always be a part of his life but no longer a welcomed guest in his heart. 

Aaron will never forgive himself for losing you, for breaking your heart, for not appreciating all he had with you. He spent the greater part of the year going over every minute detail of your relationship, anguishing over every misstep he took. His heart aches with every beat it takes without you by his side. Aaron yearns to make it right; there is not a day that goes by where he doesn’t pray for a second chance with you. He constantly dreams of being able to love on you, cherish you, and hold you tight.

Losing you made him question himself as a man and a profiler. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t feel ashamed for not seeing what was happening before his eyes. He spent hours revisiting the core principles of profiling and human behaviour. He feels lost, with no sense of direction and no desire to be found. 

Rossi has tried to set him up on a few dates, but no one comes close to you. No relationship will ever be like the one he had with you. No one can fill that void in his heart and mend its tiny pieces like you do. There is nothing he wouldn’t give for a second chance.

Jack will never forgive him or Haley for losing you. His friend, fellow dinosaur enthusiast, reading buddy, and cheerleader. Jack doesn’t verbalize his feelings, never mentions your name anymore, and he’s long since given up on asking his dad to invite you over. He understands you and his father are no longer together, but it makes him sad that he never got to say goodbye.

Jack found his own way to connect with you; he keeps a little journal and writes you letters daily. He writes about his nightmares and how his dad tucks him in and gives him a special hug so he can sleep tight. Jack asks you to come back for his next birthday and promises you a seat next to him. He never mails them, wondering who he can ask for help with that or how on Earth he would find your new house to send it to. Instead, Jack settles for pretending to mail the letters and imagining all the cool letters you would write back. He keeps his letters safely tucked away in a shoe box under his bed at his dad’s house. 

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It’s a quiet afternoon when Aaron comes home from work. He robotically begins his regular post-work routine: shower, put his clothes in the wash, cook for himself and Jack, and eat. Mid-meal, his mind is thinking of ways to make the rest of the day go as smoothly as possible, and he decides to look for Jack’s shin guards so they can be on time for once. 

After sifting around the boy’s room for nearly ten minutes, he looks under the bed.

He finds a shoe box he’s certain should contain the shin guards but is surprised to find a stack of papers instead. As Aaron sits on Jack’s twin-sized bed, his signature frown appears as he wonders why Jack would keep his homework in such an unusual spot.

His eyebrows shoot up, and his breath catches as he reads the same line on all of the pages: ‘Dear, Y/N’

Aaron sits in the same spot for nearly an hour, reading every last letter. He lets his tears fall freely, careful not to stain any pages. His broken heart never recovered from your breakup, and now Aaron feels the pieces of his heart shatter even further. He places all the letters neatly back in the box with shaky hands as he sits, thoughts swirling in his mind. 

He realizes he robbed his son of a friend and a wonderful role model. He regrets not speaking more with Jack about this, and half of him regrets invading his son’s privacy in this way.

The other half is overwhelmed with emotion and a tiny sliver of joy as this is Aaron’s final push over the edge. He feels compelled by every fibre of his being to find you and make this right. His mind runs a million miles a minute, devising a plan. He immediately decides against asking Garcia to track you down, but contacting you on his own will be difficult as you’ve blocked him on everything imaginable.

Aaron slowly walks to his office, hands in his pocket as he stares out the window. He decides to take a page out of Jack’s book and write you a letter, silently praying you haven’t somehow managed to block his email too. Aaron exhales and begins pouring his heart out on the screen as he types away. 

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You stare at your phone screen, baffled. At first, you think your mind is playing tricks on you, but the email is very much real and very much from the man your heart still yearns for. 

You don’t even bother finding a place to sit as the world around you slows and fades away. You read the entire email in Aaron’s voice. He asks to meet at a botanical garden in the city, where the two of you first met and where you often went together for clarity and peace of mind.

“Excuse me, you dropped this”

You turn around to meet the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He’s breathtaking, tall and dark-haired but looks out of place wearing a three-piece suit and- wait, is that a Gucci tie?!

He clears his throat, and you jump a little, silently cursing yourself for staring.

“Sorry, yes, that’s mine. Thank you, sir.”

He laughs, and the sound has you nearly dissolving on the spot. “You can call me Aaron.”

“I’m Y/N. A bit overdressed, aren’t you, Aaron” you add teasingly.

He smiles, “I’m here to see a venus fly trap, actually.”

When you look at him curiously, he clarifies, “it’s for my son, it’s his latest fascination, and I want to prove to him that they are here stateside.” 

“That’s adorable! They’re actually kept on the northern side of the garden, it’s a bit of a walk from here, but I could show you. I don’t mind.” 

“As long as I can return the favour, let me get you a coffee.”

“Sure, Aaron, I’d love that” you’re a giggling, blushing mess as you walk toward your destination.

“You come here often?”

“Oh, all the time.”

“Excuse me, you gonna place an order or what?” The annoyed barista pulls you back into reality; she rolls her eyes as you fluster about, quickly giving your order and rushing to the side.

You read his email over and over again, on your way home, out on the porch, in the kitchen, on the sofa, while you brush your teeth. You’re unsure how to respond or what to think, but you can’t deny the burst of joy you got from knowing he still thinks of you and wants to see you. In your healing journey, you’ve learned to let go of things. You don’t harbour any anger or ill will towards him now, almost a year later, but the pain is still there, and you know it will hurt to see him again. You don’t answer his email.

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Aaron stands in the exact spot where the two of you first locked eyes, hands in his pocket and eyes scanning the area frantically. It’s been twenty minutes already, but he’s not ready to lose hope. 

You walk in directly behind him, and as soon as you see the back of his head, the shoulders you love dearly, all that fills your heart is warmth and love. You take a deep breath and will yourself to have some decorum as you approach him. 

“Hi, Aaron.” He whips his head around, and there you are, standing to his right, so divine, radiating a sense of serenity. He almost can’t believe you’re here and nearly cries at the sight of you.

“Hi, Angel.” His voice is soft and mellow. He meant to take it slow, and pet names certainly weren’t part of the plan. But he can’t help himself; in his eyes, you are an actual angel, and your presence before him only solidifies that.

He stares at you for a full minute before rambling into another apology. You reach out to lightly touch his forearm. “Aaron, I accept your apology. I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. But it still hurts. I know it’s been almost a year, and I really thought I was over it, but seeing you today, I-” You look up at him with doe eyes. Truthfully, you have no idea what’s happening; the only thought in your mind is that you still love him.

Aaron feels his heart clench at your words. “There’s no time limit on your healing Y/N. I am sorry for asking you here today, that was selfish of me, and I should let you heal and thrive in peace.” 

You grasp onto his forearm once again. “You didn’t force me here, Aaron. I came by choice, and I wanted to see you too.” You feel embarrassed at your mixed signals. One minute you’re telling him you’re still hurt, and the next, you want to see him.

“Y/N, I am the happiest man on Earth today because you accepted my apology. Thank you for coming to see me. I am willing to do any and everything possible for even the smallest chance to have you in my life again, in any capacity. I know it’s a huge ask, I understand and respect your decision, but I’m asking you all the same, Y/N.” He’s on one knee and brings both hands to hold yours gently. 

You can tell by the look on his face that he is sincerely pleading with you. “Aaron, I don’t know if we can ever go back to how things were. It will take time, but I’m okay with us as friends.” 

He feels tears streaming down his cheeks, and you tug at his arms, motioning for him to stand.

“Thank you, Y/N, thank you. Take all the time you need, whatever you need. I am more than happy to be your friend again, Y/N.” He looks at you with a bashful smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up. You share a hug, one that conveys reconnection and love.

For the next few months, you and Aaron work to slowly rebuild the relationship. You’re in a comfortable space again, not entirely platonic but not romantic either in the physical sense. Aaron has been very respectful and accommodating of your boundaries. He wants nothing more than to kiss you all over and worship every square inch of your body to show how much he loves and misses you, but he is more than happy to keep those feelings at bay and share what you allow. 

You’ve secretly been dying to ask about Jack. Still, you’re understandably uncomfortable broaching the subject, so you’ve decided to leave the ball in his court.

Aaron wants to reunite you and Jack more than ever, but he’s afraid you only want him back in your life and nothing to do with Jack or Haley. It breaks his heart all over again, but he has no idea how to bring it up to you. 

A Snapchat memory from a year ago, where you and Jack visited an aquarium, is your last straw. You decide enough is enough, reminding yourself that avoiding uncomfortable topics is exactly how things unfolded the last time.

Later that day, you’re out for lunch with Aaron, and you ask about Jack. Aaron is shocked at your question but glad all the same. “He’s good, Y/N. He really misses you.” You give him a sad smile, and his tone tells you there’s something he’s holding back. You reach out to hold his hand, a silent cue that you’re willing to listen.

When Aaron finally tells you about the letters he found, you break down in tears, feeling lightheaded and guilty for not saying bye, leaving Jack without closure or explanation. By cutting Aaron out of your life, you also cut Jack out by proxy.

Aaron is at your side in a heartbeat, holding your hand and coaching you to breathe. He reassures you that it’s not your fault, that it was a series of unfortunate events that were out of your control, and that Jack will be more than happy to see you now.

“Before we go further, I want to clarify a few things. Jack is my son, and you are my partne- friend,” he corrects himself, offering you a shy apologetic smile.

“You are my friend, and you mean so much to me, Y/N. When it comes to Jack, I want you to be involved in whatever capacity you feel comfortable. As his father, I feel comfortable with the two of you spending time together and you correcting him if the need arises. You are not compelled to parent him, and if there is anything you feel unsure about, please let me know.”

You smile, grateful to hear his words.

“That means a lot. Thank you, Aaron. I want to speak with Haley first if that’s okay with you. She’s Jack’s mother, and I want to clear the air with her before I barge my way back into her child’s life again.”

“You’re not barging into anything, Angel. You’re always welcome here.” He says softly. “If that’s what you want, I’ll set it up, Y/N.”

Your conversation with Haley goes better than you imagined. She apologizes for her behaviour, and you clarify that you are in no way trying to replace or compete with her role in Jack’s life. The two of you end on a positive note with a mutual interest in Jack’s well-being and happiness. 

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“Y/N! You came! Y/N is here, guys!” Jack nearly topples you over in a hug.

“Happy Birthday Jack! My goodness, how did you grow so fast!” He giggles, dragging you to sit next to him.“Corn and lots of warm milk.”

Laughter erupts through the room, and you stare at him lovingly. When Jack proclaims this as ‘the best birthday in the world,’ you realize this is home. 

At the end of the party, Jack makes you pinky promise not to leave him again without saying goodbye. The two of you lock pinkies. “I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon, but if anything were to change, I promise to talk to you about it, Jack.” He nods enthusiastically, “because that’s what families do!” 

“That’s exactly right, Jack.” You hold him close and plant a kiss on top of his head.

Later that night, you notice Aaron acting strangely and spacing out.  

“What’s wrong, Aaron?”

“Jack called you family” you hear the slight break in his voice and see that his eyes are glazed over. You walk over to engulf him in a hug. “Is that okay with you?” he asks gently.

“You and Jack are my family, Aaron, and this is my home.” Your statement puts the last piece of Aaron’s broken heart into place, and it makes him feel whole again. 

The two of you share your first kiss again, though it’s decidedly sweeter the second time.

 *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Thank you all so much for your enthusiasm for this story ♡ its been quite the ride for the these two, I think they deserve this happy ending :) Your support and feedback means the world thanks for reading ♡

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[measuredingold]

slow down

authors note: um... surprise :) this idea came from discord (shocker) and i just had to write something up - short and sweet and to the point. as always, please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

pairing: noah sebastian x reader x nicholas ruffilo

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 2.1k

cw/tags: polyamory, established relationships, literally porn w/o plot, dom/sub undertones, blow-jobs/face-fucking, fingering, 18+ minors do not interact

“Just like that, sweetheart. Good, good job.”

Nicholas’ voice by your ear had your body heating up, goosebumps arising along your skin as you tried taking Noah deeper into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed and your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of Noah’s heavy cock on your tongue making your core ache in anticipation. 

Your eyes open as you pull off Noah to catch your breath, your hand that was rested on his thigh to balance yourself moving to wrap around his leaking cock. Your gaze moves up at the first flick on your hand, and your legs press together at the look of complete ecstasy - pure bliss - written all over Noah’s face. 

Slick, swollen lips that he’s bitten so hard you’re surprised they haven’t started bleeding are parted; his head tipped back. His fingers are gripping the edge of the desk he’s leaning on so hard that his knuckles are turning white, hands twitching every so often. You know he’s dying to reach out and touch you, but he can’t. 

Per Nicholas’ demand.

He whimpers out as you squeeze the base of his cock and lean forward, wrapping your lips back around his tip. His hips cant forward, pushing himself further into you, and you open your mouth wider. 

“Atta girl,” Nicholas murmurs from behind you, his fingers running up and down your back. “You always take him so well.” 

You can only make a noise in approval, with your mouth full and all, and Nicholas’ hand runs up to back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. He’s gentle at first, like he always is, but then his grip tightens, and you’re being pulled back. Noah’s cock leaves your mouth with an obscene pop!, a trail of saliva connecting your lips and the tip hangs between you. 

Noah whines out, something from deep in his chest and your eyes flick back up to him. You know he’s almost too far gone, eyes glossed over in need, face flushed in want. You’re surprised he’s even lasted this long. 

Noah’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, and you knew he was trying to even out his breathing. He was close. You’d been pushing him towards the edge for a while now, Nicholas pulling you off at the last moment before the other could release. You’re not sure how much longer he could go. 

“Noah.” Nicholas’ voice was calm and collected, but it still made a shiver run up your spine and your cunt clench around nothing.

Noah whines again, tries to say something but his words are too slurred to even make a coherent sentence, his grip on the desk behind him tightening. Nicholas chuckles behind you, and you know there’s a cruel smirk settling on his lips.

“I want you to fuck her mouth.” Nicholas says gently, his grip on your hair tightening. 

His free reached for one of your wrists, pulling it behind your back and you understood what he wanted. You let your hand fall from Noah’s thigh and reach back, Nicholas now holding both your wrists together.  

Noah’s eyes brightened and you see his body physically relax.

“Oh, thank fuck. Does… fuck, does that mean I can-“

“No.” Nicholas’ voice is sharp, but you know the smile on his lips is dangerously sweet. “But if you ask nicely, maybe you can.”

Another whine pulls from Noah, and you swear you see his eyes gloss over, near to tears. A shaky breath leaves you when you feel Nicholas press close to you, lips by your ear again.

“What do you think, baby? Want him to fuck your mouth?” You keen at his words and nod your head, words becoming too much. A gasp leaves you when he tugs your hair again, pulling you closer to him. “Words, my love.”

“Yes, fuck.”

“Good girl.” Nicholas hums in approval, lips ghosting over the side of your neck before pulling your head back again, making you look up at a fucked-out Noah. “Now ask him.”

Your eyes don’t leave Noah, watching as his lips part and chest rises at Nicholas’ words. Your thighs press together to give yourself some type of friction to the aching need between your legs and you let yourself rest back against Nicholas’ chest.

“Noah,” You murmur, voice sickeningly sweet, “Will you please fuck my mouth?”

He whines, hips pushing up off the desk behind him, cocking twitching. You feel Nicholas’ lips spread into a grin and your lips stretch into your own, not once looking away from the man above you. Noah nods desperately.

“Yes. Please, wanna… shit, wanna fuck your mouth. Please.” 

“Oh look… You’re the one who asked, yet he’s begging to put his cock in your pretty little mouth. How pathetic.” 

Noah doesn’t stop the whimper that falls from his mouth and your legs press together yet again. 

“Well, go on. Do it.” 

One of Noah’s hands drop to his leaking cock and he hisses the second his fingers wrap around the base. You mouth drops open without much thought and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his tip sliding along your bottom lip, slowly pushing in. Noah moans the second your lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently, before you let your jaw fall lax again. 

Noah gives an experimental roll of his hips, and you can’t help but groan around his length as it just barely hits the back of your throat. He gives another careful roll, body shaking as your tongue swirls around him. 

“You know she likes it when you’re rough with her, baby. You don’t have to be gentle.” Nicholas speaks up from behind you, and you look up to see Noah pausing. 

His eyes find yours and you do your best to nod, his cock in your mouth and Nicholas’ fingers in your hair making it hard to do. He visibly swallows before giving a shallow roll of his hips, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with such force you can’t help but gag around it, eyes rolling back. 

“Good boy. Just like that, baby.” 

Noah bites down roughly on his bottom lip to try and contain his noises, but you don’t miss the choked-out moan he lets slip anyways. His hips don’t let up and you do your best to keep up, trying to relax your jaw as much as possible and breathe through your nose. Noah pulls out almost all the way and you suck in a deep breath before leaning forward, taking his tip back into your mouth. Another choked noise leaves Noah, a mix of a whine and sob, and his hips thrust forward. 

With tears welling in your eyes, you do your best to try and keep your gaze on Noah, something you know Nicholas likes you to do. You almost have forgotten about the man behind you keeping you still, too focused on your breathing and the way Noah’s cock feels in your mouth. You barely notice that Nicholas’ grip around your wrists has disappeared, his hand now trailing its way down your back and your waist, slipping to your front. 

A surprised noise leaves you, albeit muffled, when Nicholas’ fingers slip through the mess between your legs. Noah throws his head back at the noise, the vibration going straight through his cock, and his fingers clench around the edge of the desk again. You’re sure if he gripped any harder it would break. 

Nicholas teases you with his fingers, sliding through your slick folds, brushing over your swollen clit before prodding at your entrance. You still can’t move, keeping your arms behind your back because you knew better than to move them. Nicholas’ grip on your hair didn’t let up and with the way Noah was fucking into your mouth… you were stuck.

And you fucking loved it.

Nicholas easily slides two fingers into you, your cunt immediately clenching around them, and he groans low and deep beside your ear. 

“Fuck, baby.” He grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “You love this, huh? Being filled up like this?”

All you can do is cry around Noah’s cock, eyes rolling back again at the pleasure coursing through your body.

“Fuck.” Noah moans above you, voice cracking. “Fuck, I… Nicky, I need - shit. I need…” 

Your stomach turned at the sound of Noah’s voice cracking and you look up at him again, seeing the wetness on his cheeks. You try to blink away your own tears as Noah’s thrust became sloppier, and you gag around him again. 

“What is it, sweet boy?” Nicholas’ voice is rough, fingers not letting up as he looked up at Noah. “What do you need?”

“Wanna… oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Please,” Noah hiccups out a breath, his cheeks stained with tears as they fell. His thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier with each roll of his hips, and you’re doing your best to keep up, jaw already past the point of hurting. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you don’t care, relishing in the way his cock feels in your mouth while Nicholas fucks you with his fingers. “Nicky, please. I’ve - shit - I’ve been so good. Please, please, please.”

You knew with the sloppy rhythm of his hips and the way he’s practically shaking above you; he’s not going to last longer - whether Nicholas gives him the okay or not. You whine around Noah’s cock when Nicholas removes his fingers from your soaking cunt, fingers finding your clit. Your body moves on its own now, hips rutting relentlessly against Nicholas’ fingers. 

“You both wanna cum?” He hums and Noah nods, eyes squeezing shut. You try your best to nod and Nicholas turns his head, lips pressing behind your ear. “Go ahead. Give it to me.”

Before he even finished his sentence, Noah brings a hand down to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you as his hips still. His release spills out seconds later and the sob the rips from him has you clenching around nothing, trying to catch your own high. Noah all but falls back against the desk behind him, body slumping as his cock slips from your lips. You swallow whatever remained in your mouth, knowing that some of his release had already slipped out and down your chin, but you don’t care. 

Nicholas’ fingers don’t let up against your swollen and throbbing clit, the heat pooling in your tummy letting you know that you were seconds away from sweet release. It doesn’t take long until your thighs are shaking, body convulsing against Nicholas’ as you came with a silent shout, throat too raw to even make a noise. 

You hear Nicholas chuckle close to your ear, but it’s muffled by all the ringing, and you feel him mouth at your neck, working you through your orgasm.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers, pressing a delicate kiss to your ear, his fingers finally leaving you. “Did so fucking good for us.” 

You smile weakly at his words, cheeks flushing, and you watch with hooded eyes as Noah moves to his knees in front of you, thumb coming up to swipe at your chin. You suck on your bottom lip as he brings his thumb to his mouth, licking off his own release before his hand comes up to cup your cheek. You lean into the touch. 

“Are you okay?” He asks gently, eyes still brimmed red from his tears. 

You nod. “Mhm.”

“Did so good,” Nicholas repeats again, a hand coming to rub at your back and the other reaching up to curl around Noah’s wrist. “I love you - both of you.”

You see Noah dip his head down at Nicholas’ words and you don’t miss the blush on his cheeks, a smile threatening to tug at his lips. 

“Love you too, Nicky.” You reply hoarsely for the both of you, body shivering at the feel of his hand sliding down the curve of your hip, to the little dip where your thigh meets your middle. 

“Do you think you can cum again, my love?” Nicholas questions, voice low. “I don’t think I’m done with you two just yet.”

Noah picks his up head up to stare between both you and Nicholas, and you see the moment his cock twitches between his legs, already growing hard. Your pussy clenches around nothing, the slickness returning to your center as excitement enters your body. Noah’s thumb brushes against your cheek and he gives you a pointed look, silently asking if you were good to continue, and you gave him the same look. He blushed again before sheepishly nodding his head.

“Yes, Nicky.” You both say in unison. 

“Good.” He practically purrs, pressing another kiss behind your ear and giving Noah’s wrist a gentle squeeze. “Bed. Now.”

You and Noah don’t need to be told twice. 

[taisho-era-secrets]

I'm currently trying to warm up for writing so I just want to do a little headcanons post...

Things the Hashira do/say during sex

Minors DNI

Giyuu Tomioka:

Isn't one for talking during sex so much, but occasionally something starts to slip out. He has trouble stopping himself, especially when it starts getting good.

You won't get complete sentences out of him 90% of the time, so when he does slip up it's usually...

"You feel-...", "Don't-", "I can't-..." and a mixture of short gasps and groans.

Often finds himself covering his own mouth with his hand because he's starting to lose his composure.

He'll make intense eye contact the entire time though. To the point it almost worries you.

(wants you to look back at him the entire time too)

Very into slow touch, loves to caress up your legs and tummy mostly. He's not usually one for rough, fast sex.

He loves to edge you though and when he discovered that you could see the gears turning in his head... Shocked at his own actions but pleasantly surprised by the results.

Tengen Uzui:

Talks all the time during sex. It's rare to have a moment of silence with him. He's the absolute best at dirty talk too, it just comes so naturally to him.

A big tease too, sure he'll praise you but he can't resist saying something that will make you slightly flustered. Makes you clench around him too so that's a bonus.

Favorite thing is to show off his strength in some way, usually by lifting you up during sex. Absolutely loves to hold you up by the thighs in front of a mirror.

"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? I can tell." "Little greedy tonight, aren't we?" "The face you're making right now is so cute."

Obanai Iguro:

Depending on his mood, he can be a little harsh with comments at the beginning. In actuality, he's trying to cover up whatever anxiety he's having. It doesn't matter if this is your hundredth time having sex, he still gets a little anxious.

He's almost never the one to initiate sex, even when you find yourselves in a situation that will lead to it he'll stop and make sure it's something you're craving.

A bit shy, though won't ever admit it. Does everything in his power to keep the face bandages on during sex.

Along with being shy, he has a hard time asking you what you like or what you want done. So he usually does things (slowly) in the heat of the moment and then gauges your reaction.

Usually doesn't say much during sex, but if he gets a reaction that he likes, he'll usually boast about it a little (after he's done looking like a shocked, love sick puppy).

"Oh? Did that do something for you? Well, maybe if you ask nicely I'll do it again... Come on. Beg for me."

Gyomei Himejima:

Okay don't laugh but I think he would pray during sex don't @ me.

Hearing soft "namu"s in between thrusts-

Gyomei takes a long time when it comes to foreplay, it's both because it's his favorite part and for his own peace of mind. He needs to make sure you're ready for him.

He's not one for anything else but praise. If you ask him to degrade you he will not do it. He'll be confused, why would you ever want that?

He's also one to tell you everything in that moment, walking you through what he feels and what you feel like to him.

He isn't into pet names so much but will absolutely call you "my love."

"So soft, my love. I can feel you deep inside."

Kyojuro Rengoku:

Listen. I love him. But I think he would talk about anything and everything during sex. Doesn't have to be appropriate for the moment either, he'll just... talk.

He's focused of course, but sometimes he's bad at reading the atmosphere and will talk about what you two are going to go do afterwards- usually what you two are going to go eat. Okay enough shitposting-

To praise and be praised is all he ever wants. He'll give praise like crazy but also... just melt as soon as you praise him right back. Melt and then start jack hammering-

Any teasing that comes from his mouth is purely accidental.

"Ngh- A-amazing job! You're doing wonderful, keep it up!" "Mmm! I think we could take another round after this. What do you say?"

Mitsuri Kanroji:

The type to giggle a lot during sex.

For her, sex is definitely about the emotional connection. So degradation is a no-no. She's more into words of affirmation/praise during sex but keeping it casual enough to crack some jokes here and there.

She gets flustered easily though, don't let the giggling fool you.

"Is... this okay?" "Oh! You liked that! That makes me happy~!"

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

A sucker for teasing.

But if you tease him back it catches him off guard and makes him flustered for sure. Not saying not to do that, but it might make him short circuit.

The horny in me wants him to be into degradation, but I just feel like hardcore degradation isn't his style. I think he'd try to embarrass you but he wouldn't call you names. (if you write him like this though, by all means please do I'm a sucker for being called 'pathetic' by him-)

Similar to Obanai, Sanemi can be a little shy at first. Particularly, Sanemi doesn't really know where to look the first time.

Once he opens up though, hold on for a ride-

"Hold up... Did that just turn you on?" "Don't tell me you're close already, we just got started."

Shinobu Kocho:

Honestly, she's on the same spectrum of being a big tease like Sanemi.

Maybe even worse.

I'm tempted to say she's got a smidge of a kink for degrading people too but that's...

medical kink Sorry, wish I had more for her but my head is now just filled with thoughts of Shinobu in a Halloween nurse costume.

[cursedcola]

May I ask for some headcanons for Cater, Jade, Jamil, Epel and Idia with an s/o that gets easily flustered please?

Prompt: s/o who is easily flustered. Characters: Cater Diamond, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier, and Idia Shroud. A/N: Hello :) Just a note, but I have a character limit policy in place for four per request. Therefore I have removed Jade from this post since he is the one who sparked the least amount of inspiration.

Cater Diamond

Only flustered around him

At first he finds the trait normal. Cater is used to people being flustered around him. He's got charm and flirting skills to boot. Not to mention how his Magicam followers bend backwards for him. Cater says jump, and they say 'how high' with an incomprehensible amount of likes. In short, Cater is popular. Very popular and well-loved. He doesn't bat an eye to the way your cheeks tint when he laughs, or the way you stumble around campus with a trail of frantic apologies. It's his charm. Anyone else with his level of charisma will likely evict the same response. You're predictable and an open book - not that he minds. He's used to it.

Wrong. You see, Cater doesn't realize it but you are only flustered around him. This 'klutz,' image he has painted is completely different than the impression everyone else has. Only Cater brings the jittery mannerisms out and if there's one thing Cater has right - it's that you're an open book. Just to everyone except himself. He'll continue turning a blind eye towards your feelings unintentionally. If he doesn't figure it out soon, someone is going to tell him. If you drop one more lunchtray or trip into the pond again - it's free game.

Jamil Viper

Flustered by anything and everything

Finds the behavior frustrating. It's difficult to talk with someone when they won't look you in the eye, or they are constantly fidgeting. You stumble over your words and sometimes sentences become word salads. The tiniest noise makes you jump and it near gives him a heart attack every time. Someone knocks on the door and you give the same response as if an explosion went off...it is unsettling.

Yet, at the same time, it is endearing. Jamil would like for you to gain a sense of confidence and security. You should not be jumpy over every little thing, it simply isn't a healthy way to live. Albeit so...he does like the predictability and recognition. He always knows what you're thinking. Over time you became comfortable with him, and so if you become flustered then he knows something is wrong (or right hehe). He makes a dish for lunch, and you're tongue tied when giving a comment? You like it. He did good. He changes his hair, and the next day you can't look him in the eye? You like it. He might keep it. Kamil is screaming in the next room about throwing a party, and you're scooting closer? Alright. You're uncomfy. Time to fix it.

Point made.

Epel Felmier

Flustered by anything but him

Seriously? What does a man have to do to impress his s/o? Epel brings you a bouquet, and you thank him with a smile. Not a hint of bashfulness. He holds your hand without warning and you gently squeeze back. He sings for you. Not in his trained gentle voice, but the one he hums tunes in back at home while carving apples.

You don't bat an eye and give him a size hug. "Wow, you sound great," you say. Nice. Everyone likes a compliment, but he wants to see your face redder than a strawberry and if a love ballad can't do that then what ever will?

Do you think Epel is blind? He sees the way you freeze up and twiddle your fingers when Floyd hangs off yours shoulder, or when Rook lends you his handkerchief. Your voice goes soft and up an octave...adorable. You become a different person with others than with him. Why can't he get that response? Is he not manly enough, huh? Are people like Rook what you're attracted to? Does he need to carve your face into an apple just to make you to feel something. He'll do it. Just give him some reassurance that you're attracted to him please. My man Epel needs validation.

Epel doesn't realize that he makes you comfortable, which is why you don't fluster as much around him. Instead you feel genuine happiness from his actions...and the day he figures this truth out is when he'll hopefully stop comparing himself to others and appreciate all the gestures that are reserved just for him.

Idia Shroud

Both equally flustered and it's a nightmare

Feels like it's a social war. Have you ever seen a video of two poorly programmed AI bots having a discussion together? Yes. Now image that but with two socially awkward dorks sitting in a bedroom.

Oh the many instances of:

"So-

"So-"

"Oh I interrupted you! I'm so sorry please go-"

"No you go-"

"No you- aH"

and then you both give in and try to talk, but interrupt each other again. Therefore repeating the process. Idia has his limits. If you can't talk, and he can't talk, then what do? You both sit in a room in silence, that's what you do.

He thinks your bashfulness is cute. You're not an overbearing person, which he appreciates since it's more controlled than someone yelling in his ear *cough*Riddle*cough*. However, sometimes Idia mentally berates himself because he thinks you're flustered since something is 'wrong'. For example, his room is a mess, or he's ranting too long about a game, or you had a bad day ( to which he can't offer comfort since he is Idia).

It...is an emotional roller coaster with him to say the least.