#so g'night you peeps

[reginrokkr]

Tomorrow I start the midterms, so my activity will fluctuate depending on their difficulty. The one of tomorrow might be the trickiest one as it's the most unpredictable of all, so I don't really know what the teacher is going to do. So here's to hope for the best and that I can continue with the row of good grades I've been keeping since the beginning of this last year! Stay warm and safe ♥︎

[a-s-levynn]

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[chaotic-mystery]

Peeping Neighbor | J.M.

ꨄ Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

ꨄ Summary: Mr. Miller is your neighbor and he keeps calling you at the worst time…what could he possibly want?

ꨄ CW: smut! 18+, minors DNI, peeping neighbor! Joel, perv!joel, age gap implied (Joel’s late 30s and reader is early 20s), phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names, reader watches porn (wxw/wxm) toys used, size kink, foul dirty mouth Joel.

ꨄ WC: 1.7k

(Technically this would be no outbreak!Joel, lived long enough to see smart phones be a huge thing.)

Let me know what you think! Enjoy!🖤

There was nothing good on TV this late at night and you knew that, but you flicked through the channels anyway, hoping something would jump at you and get your attention. Nothing did, it was all boring shit. You turned the TV off and suddenly your room was almost pitch black, the street light outside casting an orange glow against your bedroom wall. As you laid there looking at the ceiling, your mind wandered and before you knew it your hand was opening your nightstand drawer and grabbing your vibrator, going down your shorts. Slow and soft rubs buzzed against your clit while you thought absolute filthy thoughts. You were just getting into the motions when suddenly your phone was buzzing on your nightstand.

10:17 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

For fucks sake.

"H-hello? What's up Mr. Miller?" you sounded a little out of breath and frazzled. shit.

"Hey sweetheart, sorry I know it's late, did I happen to leave my tape measure there from earlier when I was helpin' your dad? I can't find it anywhere.."

Was he serious right now? Why the hell was he worried about a fucking measuring tape this late at night?

You scratched your head and sighed a little too loudly. "No uh, I'm sorry Mr.Miller, I haven't seen it, I'm sorry." god dammit you just wanted to get your rocks off and go to bed.

"Okay, thanks darlin', I appreciate you lookin' for me. Have a good night." He hung up before you could tell him goodnight, weird.

The app of all your saved favorite dirty videos you watch on a burner account, you know exactly which app, was staring you dead in the eye. You clicked your burner account and scrolled until you found your favorite girl on girl video you bookmarked, and your hand turned on your vibrator once more, pressing straight to your clit. The moaning, the kissing, the pussy eating was making you squirm with burning hot pleasure under your own touch. Crazy what a two minute video can do for you. You could see your orgasm approaching rather quickly when once more, your phone starting ringing and the call was flashing over the dirty video.

10:25 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

This is a joke.

"Yeah, Mr. Miller?" there was no hiding your panting this time, or your snappy tone.

"Jus' wanted you to know I found it, was in my truck." There was something else he wanted to say, he was too cheery over a fucking tape measure.

At this point you didn't even turn off your vibrator, why lose the momentum when you were so close? It was however, very distracting to focus on what he was saying.

"Mhm, yeah that's-that's great I'm glad you found it." Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you almost let a moan out when he said your name.

"Is everything okay, sweet pea? You sound out of breath..and what's that buzzin' sound?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You quickly cleared your throat and turned off your vibrator, tossing it to your side. "Oh! Yeah, I'm fine, just doing some stretches before I go to sleep. Buzzing? I don't hear anything, must be your phone. Well I'm glad you found your stuff, but I really have to get some sleep. G'night Mr. Miller!" You hung up so fast he didn't have a chance to say anything.

Sighing deeply, you put your head in your hands and started giggling softly. That was so close. You grabbed your toy one last time and turned it on, pressing it to your soaking wet clit again. Finding another one of your favorites, you watched closely as they started making out, the guy moving down her body and sucking her nipples as he fingers her.

You bent your knees and moved your vibrator up and down along your overwhelmed bud and soft whimpers escaped your lips, eyes screwed shut pretending that was you getting your nipples sucked.

10:31 p.m: Joel Miller Calling

There was ZERO way you were answering for the third time. No, kindly fuck off Mr.Miller. You sent the call straight to voicemail and went back to looking through your catalog of videos. A notification popped up along the top of your phone saying you had one new voicemail. Curiosity got the best of you and you wanted to know what he said. You pressed the phone to your ear and listened closely to the message, vibrator still going against your clit.

"Hey sugar, I didn't get a chance to tell you what I got to see when I went to my truck. You should reeeally be careful with leavin' your curtains open. I was walkin to my truck when I caught a glimpse of you playin' with yourself. Now, It's not a big de-"

You didn't need to hear anymore. Your face was hot with humiliation mixed with anger. You turned off your toy and sat up in bed before you dialed his number back. Who the fuck did he think he was? You heard him pick up the phone and you didn't give him one millisecond to fix his lips to say hello.

"Who do you think you are leaving fucking voicemails like that on my phone?!" you harshly whispered, not wanting to wake up your dad upstairs Joel chuckled and that only pissed you off more.

"Listen to me, pretty baby and listen to me good. I'm gonna help you get yourself off and you're gonna accept the offer because let's be honest here, I've heard you moan my name before when I've come home late and your windows are wide fuckin' open for the whole neighborhood to hear. Now, you dirty lil thing, are you touching yourself right now?"

You never knew your face could get so hot until this very moment. Suddenly all those times you were moaning his name as you were orgasming came rushing back to you, and there was many of those nights. He was attractive, a good face to picture while you came, you admit it. Part of you wondered if this was a joke but the other part wanted to believe he wanted this too.

You took a deep breath and laid back down in your bed, closing your eyes gently. "No, no I'm not, just laying here."

"Ok, I want you to turn on your lil vibrator again like I heard earlier and put it back where you had it, against that pretty lil pussy." His tone was low and seductive, it was hard to stay upset when he sounded so hot.

You did what he said and pressed the buzzing toy against you, moans slipping from your lips. "oo-oh it feels so good Mr. Miller" you whined and pressed harder against the toy.

"Mmmm does it bunny? Would it be better if I was there using the toy against that wet clit of yours while I fuck you? Hm? My hard cock pumping in and out of you while I pinch those pretty nipples of yours and watch you swim in pleasure. Tell you how gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock while I fuck you so good your makeup is running down your face, would you like that baby?" His teasing tone was met with the sound of a belt being undone in the background behind and that added to the images floating in your mind.

"Yes I want that so bad, your cock filling me up to the brim, and I can't take all of it because you're so big. Make me take it all and shove your fingers down my throat before you kiss me, putting your tongue in my mouth. I bet your big cock would feel so good going in and out of my tight hole, Mr.Miller." you breathily respond as the pressure builds in your stomach and goes straight to your clit.

He grunted in pleasure as he took a moment to picture that, and he was breathing heavy now. "Wh-what do you think of when you're cumming sweetheart, why do you say my name? Call me Joel baby."

"Because you're so hot, Joel. I think about riding your face until I cry, I think about fucking you before we'd go to sleep, when we'd wake up, pretty much whenever I'd get a second alone with you. I see the way you undo your belt in your driveway as soon as you get home from work because you want it off so badly and all I can think about is you spanking me with it. " you were being so vulnerable with him, you didn't mean to go into such detail with that answer.

"Fuuuuckkk you naughty girl. You're so fuckin' nasty, I should've called you sooner. Yeah I bet you taste so sweet baby doll. God damn I'd pin you to my face until I'm done eating that pussy. I'd love to have my beard covered in your sweet juices, just glistening before I kiss you to let you have a taste. You want me to spank you with my belt? Throw you over my lap and kiss your ass cheeks before I spank the hell outta them, fuckkk-" he groaned out and you could tell he was close.

"Joe-l I'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fuckin cum right now, oh m-" you squeaked out and you went silent as your body shook with your orgasm. Soft whimpers danced through the phone into Joel's ear and it was enough to send him shooting his load all over his lap like a goddamn water fountain. He was loud when he came, he was cussing and grunting over and over. You laid there in bliss as you listened to him come down from his high, the grunts dying out softly.

"You dirty girl you, I've got cum all over my thighs and stomach. Next time you're feelin' like this, come over. Not like I'm super far." he joked and you laughed with him, replaying what just happened. "I will, Joel. Thanks for the fun. Get some sleep, maybe I'll come over for breakfast tomorrow." you hinted and he gasped slightly. "I better be ready then, shouldn't I? G'night pretty baby."

11:02 p.m: call ended.

[anemos-orca]

Better than Almond Tofu

Xiao x GN!Reader Smut, MDNI!

CW: blowjob (Reader giving), established relationship, semi-public (?), kissing (hehe :3), shy Xiao, swallowing, comfort/aftercare

NSFW under the cut

series tag: #●BTAT

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Working as the new chef at Wangshu Inn had put a lot of stress on you. After Smiley retired, it was up to you (his apprentice) to maintain the culinary reputation of Liyues favorite Inn.

No pressure.

However, despite the weight of high expectations, you never woke up feeling stressed or overwhelmed (well, there would always be off days, but those were off days)- partially because you loved your job, and partially because your long time crush, and now boyfriend, considered the Inn as his "lair." Which, speaking of- you had tried to suggest terms other than "lair" because it sounded very villainous, but Xiao had no intention of changing his vocabulary. You would sigh and narrow your eyes, but despite his stubborn continued use of the deviously connotated word and how it made you shiver at first, you eventually came around, finding the title rather endearing and ending up using it yourself.

♡

It had been a long, busy day, and now that the sun was set, the workers of Wangshu Inn all collectively sighed in relief, retreating to their respective abodes for a good nights rest. Saturdays were always busy.

"Im heading up to Xiao, g'night Ms. Goldett!" You said to the boss of the Inn with a friendly wave, grabbing the plate of Almond Tofu you had made for Xiao. By now, it was your nightly routine- finish cleaning, make Xiaos meal, say goodnight to the boss, and head up to his lair before bed (though, more often than not, you fell asleep laying on Xiaos lap, insisting that it was better than your cold, lonely bed).

The boss waved right back at you as she shoved the last of her belongings into her bag, preparing to retire for the night herself.

Making your way up the stairs with two hands on the plate of steaming food (archons forbid you drop it like that one time), a smile began to tug at the corners of your lips just as it did every other night. You couldnt help it, not with the way Xiao smiled so softly and graced you with little kisses, followed by a barrage of "thank you"s as though he were indebted to you and your cooking, even after telling him each night that you cooked for him because you loved him.

"Xiao?" You softly peeped, not wanting to startle him as you stepped up onto the balcony.

The Yaksha was leaning against the railing and staring out at the expanse of Liyue, only peering over his shoulder once you called his name, "Hm? Oh, (y/n), its you," he gave a gentle smile and left the railing to meet you half way, his hands rising from his sides to hold the plate over your own, making you blush. You noticed how his gloves were taken off, your heart fluttering as you realized that he remembered how much you loved it the last time he took them off.

You would think his body cold and calloused, but it was quite the contrary- his touch was as gentle as that of a tiny canary, his warmth as soothing as a fond childhood memory, and his skin silkier than even the finest silks of Teyvat. He was so soft, sweet, tender- it was intoxicating and you were never able to get enough, even if you were to spend every waking moment of the day with him.

He took the plate of tofu with a "thank you" and set it aside, focusing his attention on you, "You look so sleepy. Are you feeling alright?" He asked, his voice a soft coo.

You nodded, bringing your hands up to hold his cheeks, "Mhm. Just a long day, but i dont mind. Come here," you purred, leaning in and pressing your lips on his. You thought he would only reciprocate like he usually did- pressing his lips against yours before pulling away to cover his blushing face- but tonight was different. He slid his hands onto your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you back with a passion you didnt know he had in him yet. Gently pulling away, he gazed into your eyes, an intense blush creeping over both of your faces.

Your hands fell from his cheeks to his shoulders and your words seemed to catch in your throat from the pounding of your heart in your chest. Xiao brought one hand up to caress the soft skin of your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth as he studied your eyes, "Was... was that okay?" He asked, his voice gentle and soothing, pulling you out of your racing thoughts.

You smied and nodded leaning into the comforting touch of his warm hand on your face, "Can I have another?"

Xiaos eyes widened a bit, not having expected you to ask for more- though it was a welcome surprise. He leaned in and kissed you again, this time deeper than before. His tongue swiped against your lips and you parted your mouth, inviting him deeper. Your tongues pushed against one another in a messy kiss, swapping saliva as his hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair. You instinctively rested your body against his, making his breath hitch in his throat with a quiet gasp.

It continued like this for several minutes- you were lost in his embrace, the sweetness of his mouth, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. Time melted away and all you could think about was the way his tongue felt inside your mouth, and the more he kissed you, the more you wanted.

You couldnt help but quietly moan into his lips as the hand that was once gripping your waist moved to the dip in your lower back just above the hem of your pants, pulling you against him. Xiao didnt seem to realize, but by pulling you that much closer, you could now feel the tightness that was forming in his pants, causing your once steady breathing and quiet moans to stutter. That, Xiao did notice. He gently broke the kiss, lightly panting, "A-are you okay?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

You licked your lips and nodded, "Hm? Why wouldnt i be? I was just a little... surprised, is all," you explained, your gaze softening and a reassuring smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Xiao seemed a bit confused, his brows slightly pushing together in thought, "Surprised..?"

It suddenly hit you that Xiao hadnt exactly noticed the tent in his pants. You leaned in, "You... have an erection, Xiao," you explained, your voice soft and lightly laced with desire.

Xiaos eyes instantly widened and his entire face turned red as he froze up, glancing down to where he had pulled you closer as if to make sure he wasnt hearing things. When his gaze rose back to you, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was mortified, so before he could spew out a tsunami of apologies and disappear, you tightened your grip on his shoulders to ground him, "Xiao, its nothing to be embarrassed about, please dont go!" You plead, earning an apologetic expression from him.

"B-but-"

"Please...?" You said, cutting him off.

"I-it... wont go away on its own, i have to go s-so i can take ca-

"Let me do it for you," you offered, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "I-i... i want to help you... please, dont go."

Xiao gulped hard, thinking for a moment. He had never done such a thing before (which was to be expected considering his lack of experence with, well, anything and everything to do with humans), having always taken care of it himself, but he knew for a while now that this would have eventually come up. He knew that when humans got in relationships they indulged in frivolous, physical romantics, but he never understood any of it- until he met you. The way your fingers moved so grasciously over his each time you held hands, the way the sweet taste of your lips lingered on his after each little kiss, the way he couldnt help but stare a moment longer than he should whenever you would wear revealing or form-fitting clothing- it all made him start to catch himself thinking shameful, perverted things about you and your body. Thats when he understood human romantics- thats when he started looking forward to the day he got to experience it with you.

With a shakey breath, Xiao nodded, agreeing to let you help him, "J-just... be careful, a-and dont push yourself..."

Your eyes lit up with excitement and you couldnt help but press an adorable little kiss to his bright red face as a genuine smile spread across yours, "Ill be gentle, i promise."

If you had a tail like General Gorou, it would be wagging like crazy right now.

You had Xiao sit in one of the two chairs you brought up to his lair quite some time ago before carefully dropping to your knees before him. You looked up into his gaze with those pretty doe-eyes of yours, making sure he was comfortable and okay as your hands slid up his clothed thighs. He brought one arm up to his face, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to try and stifle the little whimper that fell from his lips as your thumbs caressed his inner thighs. He watched as your fingers wrapped around the hem of his pants and gently tugged them down, guiding the restrictive fabric off his bulge. Xiao gave a strained groan as his erection sprung free- if it was possible for his face to turn any redder, it would have.

Your mouth instantly watered at the sight of his member and how hard it was just for you, forcing you to swallow down the saliva pooling in your mouth. His erotic scent filled your nose as you squeezed his thighs and leaned forward to kiss the precum drooling from his tip, your eyes never leaving his. You wanted so badly to tell him how cute his whimpers and gasps were, how you wanted him to not hold his voice back, but you kept it to yourself, not wanting to make him self conscious. You pressed your lips against the base of his cock, leaving a trail of heated kisses along the entire length before wrapping your lips around his leaking tip and circling your tongue around it. You watched with satisfaction as Xiaos eyes rolled back into his head and his brows furrowed together in pleasure, a full-blown moan rolling from his throat. His hand found its way to the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began bobbing your head over his cock, taking the time to ensure that every inch was given the special attention it deserved.

"Ngh~... (y/n)..." Xiao breathlessly said between whimpers and moans, his eyes meeting yours once again as you managed to deepthroat his entire length, if only for a moment. Your thumbs massaged circles into his inner thighs and you moaned onto his cock at the taste of his delicious precum coating your mouth, a tiny tear pricking in the corner or your eye as you gag around his length.

"F-feels so... a-ah~ good..." Xiao whimpered, his grip on your head tightening. You felt his cock begin to twitch in your mouth and his hips slightly buck up into you as he drew closer to climax. Lewd, wet sounds of you sucking him off filled the air and you purposefully moaned more to send vibrations through his throbbing length as his breathing evolved into desperate panting and moaning.

"(y/n)... (y/n), i-im," he said before being interrupted by his own embarrassingly loud moan, "im gonna- haahh- cum, im gonna cum, l-let go before it gos in your m-mou-"

Before Xiao could even finish his sentence, you sucked harder and faster, running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock before deepthroating him one last time. With a sharp cry of your name, he pushed your head down further and released his hot seed deep inside your throat. You continued sucking and running your tongue over what you could reach to milk him of every last drop he had. He gasped hard, fully covering his mouth with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut as he hunched forwards from the intense waves of pure ecstacy, his hand clenching a fistful of your hair. You bobbed your head over his throbbing length a few more times to help him ride out his climax before pulling back and swallowing. Drool was smeared over your lips and chin and a little teartrack shone on your cheek, but the only thing Xiao saw was the happy, satisfied smile on your lips as you fixed his pants back around his waist and gazed up at him.

"(y/n)..." He said under his breath, still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked with a lustful twinge in your voice, wiping your face clean with the sleeve of your shirt.

Xiao weakly nodded, still catching his breath and blushing hard, "Y-you... didnt have to... swallow it..." He murmured, stammering and tripping over his own words.

"Why wouldnt i?" You asked, fixing your hair.

"I-it... it cant taste good, y-you shouldve spit it ou-" Xiao began, only to be cut off by your finger on his lips to shush him.

You got off your knees and moved to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck, "I liked it. It tasted good, like you," you quietly explained, feeling his arms hug around your waist, "You know, from now on, i-if you... want to do it again... id be more than happy to."

"... I-i... wouldnt mind that..." Xiao admits, nuzzling his cheek into your hair as he holds you close.

"I love you, Xiao."

"I love you too, (y/n). Always."

There was a brief moment of silence as the two of you basked in one anothers embrace. Had you been cats, your purring would be so loud that you wouldnt be able to hear even the loudest of thunder claps.

"(y/n)?"

"Hm? Something wrong?"

"No, no, i was just thinking, uhm... if you wouldnt mind, id like to help you next time, too."

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a/n: i hope it was enjoyable :) apologies for how long it is, i got a bit carried away! Should i try and keep these shorter in the future? idk what you all prefer ~w~

a/n²: rip that almond tofu its cold as hell now qwq

[ghostboyjules]

about me

omg tagged first by @mathomhouse-e and then right as I was abt to post this @wordsinhaled tagged me too!! so delighted and honored to be in this wonderful group of mutuals, y'all make my heart warm 💖🥰

Nickname: Jules, I guess, counts? other than that I don't really have a current one... @weirdfishy has been calling me ghostie tho, which I absolutely adore 🥺💕

Sign: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Gemini Rising (Cap Mercury, and if y'all wanna talk astrology my dm's are always open lmaaoo)

Height: 5'7 or 5'8 on a good day (a.k.a when my sciatica isn't elbow dropping me to death)

Last thing I googled: "piercing places" and before that, "images of a shrimp" which I'm including because I thought that was very funny

Song stuck in my head: surprisingly I don't have one up there right now?? well.. I guess kinda,, but it's like a mix of a couple. All Up In Your Mind by Beyoncé, Genghis Khan by Miike Snow, Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac, and In a Week by Hozier.. weird combo of songs but they're kinda cycling through my brain like a weird spirit box-esque radio station

Number of followers: 713 (😳, most of these are like, weird bots or deactivated blogs but still woah..)

Amount of sleep: hmm generally I get anywhere from 3-7 hrs, but as of right this moment (10:38pm) I've had 4hrs 36mins of Actual Sleep (from last night to when I woke up for work this morning) and then a 2 hr nap (before I started dinner this evening)

Dream job: Archivist of Some Sort™ in the Library of Congress,,, with a specialty in Thanatology?? I don't really know the specifics yet but something along those lines ig, if at all possible

Wearing: ..... a gray Cowboy Garfield t-shirt with the phrase "when I die I may not go to heaven. I don't know if they let cowboys in." and black underwear (THESE ARE MY PAJAMAS, OKAY? had to include the undies so you would get the Look™, I can't just say I'm wearing a t-shirt and leave it at that obvi... ajdjakfkg)

Movies/books that summarize you: my brain can't decide which way it wants to take this, so I'm just gonna answer with the Books/movies that I feel has shaped who I am as a person, currently. LOTR & the Hobbit trilogies, The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater, the Conjuring (only the first one 🔪), Spirited Away, and The Labyrinth. OH SHIT almost forgot, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children.

Favorite song: this changes daily 😐 rn tho I think probably Blood Upon the Snow by Hozier and Bear McCreary

Favorite instrument: Pipe Organ, Cello, Bass Clarinet, and the voice

Aesthetic: uh... weird goth gay uncle who is lazy and also a witch? is that anything?

Favorite authors: oof alright, well. Maggie Stiefvater, Neil Gaiman, Nora Sakavic, Gege Akutami, Lemony Snicket (Daniel Handler), and a handful of Fanfic Authors that I won't list here because I'm terrified of forgetting someone, but know that I am absolutely counting them and will forever remember their names

Random fun fact: I really love playing guitar hero games but I've never once really tried to learn how to play the guitar

thanks again for tagging me, you two 🥺🥰🥰 y'all have already tagged a lot of the peeps I would have tagged in fandom (so if I tag you again, my bad beloved homies just ignore me lmao), but let's see here... @weirdfishy, @watermelon-mafia, @rabooots, @aquilathefighter, @leave-me-alone-doctor, @eel-divinity, @an-asuryampasya, @pacospandora, @rainbowvamp, @runningheadless, and @howlittleweare <3 WHEW no obligation to do this at all obvi, but if you don't, this is just a reminder that ily 😘 if you do tho, I also love you 💖 okay g'night, loves

[lingerxng]

"so are y'all fuckin', or what?"

rhys was silent.

mai dutifully ignored that silence. "i mean, it's been a few months. is he any good?"

no response.

"then again, he lived in a temple for forever. he probably doesn't know anything."

not a peep.

mai's mismatched eyes narrowed at their friend, staring at him from across the fire. with a sharp suddenness, they sat up straighter, pointing one finger accusatorily at rhys. "you haven't done it!"

finally, he spoke. "what?"

"you haven't slept with him!"

"keep your voice down, you'll wake everyone up."

"you--" they dropped to a stage whisper. *bards*. "you totally haven't!"

rhys rolled his eyes. "you're being dramatic."

"fuck you, i'm being *right*!"

"what makes you think i haven't?"

"your whole --" they gestured vaguely at all of him.

"rude." rhys shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position on the cold ground. a quick glance confirmed-- the man in question was asleep. that, or a very good faker. and rhys had seen him lie, so he felt fairly confident saying it was the former. "...he doesn't want to."

"yikes. i thought he liked you."

"not with *me*. ass. he doesn't want to with anyone."

mai blinked, somewhat surprised. "huh. i guess that tracks."

"mmm." he shifted again, arms folding over his chest. "he said he would, if i wanted to. but far be it for me to take advantage of anyone."

"oh, cut the bullshit."

dark brows furrowed. "excuae me?"

thry waved him off. "no excuses for you. also, you love taking advantage of people."

"well--"

"look, you told us yourself. back home, yog had a different guy in bed every week, right?"

damn their logic.

rhys pursed his lips unhappily. "...far be it from me to take advantage of *him.*"

"attaboy." they stood and stretched, letting their back crack. "baby steps, rhys. baby steps. g'night."

his frown deepened. "what's that supposed to mean?"

somewhat predictably, they were silent, save for the fakest sounding snoring rhys had ever heard in his life.

no wonder they dropped out of bard school.

[strongsassysexysloane]

2nd Day of Twelve - A Warm Curious Sip

When the surprises continue, it just makes you smile and the others even more curious. Who was this mysterious gift giver?

Day 1 read here

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After eating all your chocolates yesterday and walking into work this morning and nothing was on your desk, you'd be lying if you weren't a little disappointed. Nick had been less than interested when he came back from Kasie's. Ellie however was on the case all day if she wasn't busy doing work stuff. There was no case, just wrapping up the one you closed the week before so there was time for chit chat inbetween paperwork. Gibbs was less than pleased about the mystery present.

It was your shout for lunch so you took the team minus Gibbs to the diner for lunch. You had offered and Ellie had insisted but alas like every other time Gibbs resigned without reason. It was a quick lunch as Gibbs got a call half way through and you were all on the road with half eaten food to a crime scene across town.

It was a mess and took until evening to interview witnesses, bag evidence and photograph the scene. Everyone was tired by the time you got back to the office but you were the only one with a cup of bean juice on your desk.

"What's this?" You questioned the room.

"Looks like a cup of coffee to me." Tim answered before throwing his backpack down behind his desk, a frown on his face as to why there was no cup on his desk.

You looked at it suspiciously and sat down at your desk. This time there was writing on the side but you had a suspicion it would was the baristas. It read Merry Christmas, hope this helps your long day ❤️

After a beat. "Drink it or do your work." Gibbs grunted.

"Wait if we get free coffee, we don't have to do work?" Nick thought it would be funny. You all just rolled your eyes and Gibbs. No one dared look his way.

You took a sip and sighed, it was still steaming hot, perfect. You took a quick scan of the room and up to where you hoped a peeping Jack would be but nothing. You turned back around in your chair and took another long sip. It was your favourite, just right and from your preferred shop too. Someone was going to a lot of effort and you only hoped it was someone you liked. The thought made you laugh at the possibilities of who it might be in the office that you weren't too fond of. The list wasn't long.

"What we got?"

The next hour and a half was spent following leads and getting no where. The witnesses or so they say were less than helpful. People always blur the line between what they saw and what they think they saw. The clock hit 1900 and Tim had to go home, you only lasted another hour before Gibbs called it and you all filed into the elevator.

"Got finger prints off the coffee cup yet?" Nick snickered as the elevator lowered.

"I threw the cup in the trash." You sighed, you really weren't that desperate to go back up and retrieve it because it was a ridiculously good idea.

"Security camera?"

"Nick!"

"What Bishop?! Like you wouldnt do it." He smirked, Gibbs snorted and you shook your head.

Nick was saved by the elevator door opening and jumped straight out before Ellie could get him. Gibbs was first to his car while the three of you walked to yours all beside each other down the end of the lot.

"I don't want to ruin the surprise just yet. I want to see what they do next." You tried to hide your spreading smile but you were tired and the thought made you happy.

"They? We all know it's Jack." This time Ellie made her target and Nick yelped. "Ow!" He rubbed his upper arm. "Who else could it be?"

You shrugged, stopping at your car. "No idea. But why would Jack do this?" You'd known her for over a year now since joining the team and she never really paid that much extra attention to you. The others seemed to disagree. You weren't trying to get your hopes up or look into her soft touches too much but she did seem to always stand beside you whenever she was in the squadroom or lab. Perching on your desk more than Gibbs when she was listening in on a briefing and adding her expertise. She even called you one morning when you called in sick, making sure you were ok and if you needed anything. You just shoved it aside as being a good friend.

"Literally no one else would put this much effort in unless you have a stalker."

"Nick!" Ellie sighed, leaning into the opposite side of your car, looking at you over the roof. "No stalker. Just someone who really cares about you and wants to make you happy." She smiled.

"And drive you a bit crazy but it seems to be Ellie being the crazy one." He was lucky there was a car between them.

You chuckle at the back of Ellie's head as what you can only assume is a glare in Nick's direction. "Wonder what I'll get tomorrow." You wriggle your eyebrows and she laughs.

"If we get to day five and there's no clear idea of who it is. Can we place look at the security video."

"You can."

She smiles and pushes off your car. It wasn't like she needed your permission but you both knew once she knew, you'd figure it out. Bishop didn't have a poker face when it came to these things. "Goodnight."

"G'night." Nick waves and you all hop in your cars and drive home.

The anticipation of what tomorrow would bring had you smiling all the way home.

. . . .

Day two! Look at that. I can post regular drabbles but multichapter stories are another thing apparently.

[batneko]

Some mama Genos for @karymarang‘s birthday. No plot, pure fluff.

Genos awoke to the sound of a chirpy little voice. The babbling, nothing resembling words yet, pulled him from bed and into the next room. Sure enough a round face and dark eyes turned toward the door, and tiny chubby hands reached out for him.

"Mama!"

"What are you doing awake?" Genos asked, as he moved to pick the baby up. She snuggled against his chest plates, cooing happily. "It's much too early. You need your rest to grow big and strong, like your papa."

She just babbled, little fingers reaching into the grooves of Genos' chest. All of his edges were rounded now, and made of material less likely to chip into anything unknowingly sharp. But still, he worried, so he shifted his grip on his child and gently tugged her hand away.

"Now now."

The baby whined, and began to squirm. Genos grabbed a blanket from her crib, and sat the both of them in the chair nearby.

"Hush. It's still bed time."

Her diaper was dry, and if she was hungry she would be wailing, so Genos simply settled back in the chair to rock her. His body was set to the most comfortable temperature for infants, as it was habitually now, but he began increasing it very slowly in the hopes the warmth would help her drift off.

Genos hummed softly, tunelessly at first, though soon enough it turned to songs he'd heard on the radio or in commercials. It was a jingle for catfood when he saw Saitama lean against the doorway, yawning.

“It's okay, sensei, she's just restless. Go back to sleep.”

“I got lonely,” he said. Saitama yawned again and padded across the room, sitting on the floor and leaning his head on Genos' knee.

“We're all meant to be sleeping right now, sensei.”

“Mm. I'll sleep here then.” He reached out blindly until he found Genos' hand to pat.

“Sensei,” Genos chuckled. “You'll catch cold. I'll come back as soon as I can. Please go to bed?”

“Okay, okay. But soon, right? Bring the kiddo if she won't go to sleep.”

“I will, sensei.”

Once he was gone, Genos went back to rocking and humming. The baby was still patting at his chest plates and babbling away as if she wanted to tell him a story. It looked like this would take a bit longer than anticipated.

***

Saitama woke again, unsure how long had passed. The sky was starting to get light outside the window, and the futon next to him was still empty, so he dragged himself to his feet and went to check the nursury.

There, as expected, Genos was still sitting in the rocking chair with their baby in his arms. Both were sound asleep, breathing in unison, faintly illuminated by the silver light of dawn. Saitama stood in the doorway for a long time, drinking in the sight of two angels that had come into his life. He wasn't sure what he'd ever done to deserve this family, but he'd do absolutely anything to protect it.

Finally, when Genos didn't stir, Saitama gently removed the baby from his arms and set her back in her crib, with nary a peep. He couldn't resist stroking her soft black hair for a moment, before tucking a blanket around her and her toy monkey under her arm.

“G'night, gorgeous.”

Then there was Genos, still out like a light. With hardly any more effort than he'd lifted something a tenth of his weight, Saitama picked up Genos and carried him back into their room.  Genos mumbled as Saitama tucked him in, one arm reaching out for someone to hold. Saitama obliged and cuddled up against his side.

“G'night, beautiful.”

[lazaruspithottub]

Can I just say wow!

I now have 150 followers (well, 156 now but I like round numbers)

I meant to say thanks at 100 but then I had stuff in life and got side tracked...

SO THANK-YOU!!!

One thing I'm always really grateful for is that I've never gotten anon hate or anything like that even though some of the stuff I say is kinda not liked (eg. Star Wars, Star Trek and not liking Discovery ahh). But seriously, you're all so nice and have really cool blogs!

Quick question... is anyone else a fan of all these: Star Wars, Star Trek (esp. VOY), DCtv (except the Flash I've only seen the 1st season) Crazy Ex Girlfriend, Wynonna Earp, Designated Survivor, The Good Place and Harry Potter?

Oh, and how many of you are Aussies?? I'm really curious!

As another thxxxxx xox ☺️ is there anything y'all want me to do?

Art, edit (not gifs, gifs are evil), a meta, a fanfiction? Idk. Shoot me an ask 😝(even if u don't follow me lol I have time right now). (And I'm always ready to do a meta on anything too. like fanfiction will take maybe a couple days but a meta? Like a couple hrs just FYI. But they're all rewarding in their own ways 💕 and I love 'em )

So finally, from one sleepy Aussie thx! 😍❤️️😘(and g'night! / g'morning for the international peeps)

[theartofdreaming1]

Coming Home

Rating: T

Pairing: WestAllen

Summary: Some future family fluff, with a little bit of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ thrown in for good measure (I just really love that movie and was quite happy to see that it’s Barry’s go-to feel-good-movie as well ;)

 Iris let out a sigh of exhaustion, shuffling up the stairs leading to the very welcoming front door of the West-Allen family home. It had been a looong day. The journalist had been out on an assignment for work the entire day, not only missing out on family dinner but on the twin’s bedtime ritual as well. Now, she only wanted to finally crawl into her comfy bed and Barry’s warm and strong arms and fall into a deep slumber.

 Iris entered silently, quickly getting rid of her shoes and jacket. She quietly made her way to the living room and was met with a sight that lifted her spirits considerably:

 Barry, Don and Dawn were all huddled up on the sofa, the three of them enveloped in one big, fuzzy blanket, sound asleep. The kids were cuddled up against either side of their dad, Dawn curled into a tiny ball whereas Don was sprawled all over the place, his feet poking out from under the comforter. Barry was sitting in an almost perfectly upright position, only the tilted backwards head (and the light snoring escaping his slightly opened lips) letting on that he was also sleeping. The TV was still on, its light flickering across the faces of the sleeping beauties, but apparently on mute. Iris tiptoed closer to get a look on the screen to confirm her suspicions – and yes, the DVD menu of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ was currently playing on loop. Rolling her eyes, Iris fished out her cellphone out of her purse, snapped a few pictures for the family album and then went on to tiptoe behind the couch. Standing now right behind her husband, Iris bent over to press a soft kiss on his forehead, gently waking him up.

 “Hmm?” Barry murmured drowsily, before cracking open one eye to see his wife smiling down on him.

“Hey sleepy head,” Iris greeted him, watching a wide, goofy grin spread across her husband’s face.

“You’re back,” Barry whispered happily, then craned his neck to claim Iris’s lips for another kiss (his arms were rendered completely useless due to the two children clinging to them).

“Mhm,” Iris hummed in affirmation, relishing that kiss.

After they had broken apart, she couldn’t help but point out: “And you guys are still not in bed.”

“Must have fallen asleep right after the movie,” Barry said apologetically.

Iris nodded at the TV, eyebrows raised in a accusatory manner: “'Singin’ in the Rain’? Again?”

“Hey,” Barry protested softly, while starting to carefully untangle himself from the twins,” they requested it.”

“Only because you watched it with them every single time I wasn’t at home – you’ve practically conditioned them to want to watch this movie whenever I’m out,” Iris joked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“It’s a good movie,” Barry defended himself weakly.

“Unbelievable.”

Despite her (fake) indignation, Iris could barely stifle a yawn which did not escape Barry’s notice.

“How about you get ready for bed and I put our little tornado twins to bed? I had them already brush their teeth and put on their jammies earlier, so it should be just a matter of carrying them over to their beds – after I manage to entangle myself from my blanket prison,” Barry joked, and, after inspecting the comfortable cocoon the kids and him were wrapped in tightly, added: “this might take a while.”

Iris couldn’t help but grin.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, leaning in for one more kiss.

“See you in a bit,” she whispered, then sneaked off to the bathroom.

It didn’t take Iris long to finally get ready for bed. When she reentered the living room, it was already empty, the TV turned off and the fuzzy comforter back in its usual place, folded neatly.

Iris headed for the kids’ bedroom, which Barry was just coming from, a soft look on his face: “They didn’t even wake up once.”

Iris mirrored her husband’s facial expression.

“Luckily we got ourselves some heavy sleepers. I’ll just check up on them real quick, say good night.” Iris said, gesturing at the door.

Barry just nodded, smiling knowingly.

“Well, I’ll get ready for bed real quick,” he said teasingly, causing Iris to roll her eyes at him. A short, sweet peck on her cheek later, Barry disappeared with a familiar whoosh in the direction of the bathroom. Iris had barely entered the twins’ bedroom, when she could already hear the door of the master bedroom open and close.

Drawing closer to their beds, Iris could see her little tornado twins sleep peacefully, carefully tucked in by their father. Iris couldn’t help but notice with a smile that Don had already started kicking and twisting his blanket – he always woke up with his blanket at right angle, its end hanging off the shorter side of the bed instead of covering his feet. Iris picked up one of the quilts piled on the nearby chair (from their most recent blanket fort) and carefully spread it over the end of his bed, hoping that at least one blanket was going to stay in place to keep her son’s feet warm. Dawn on the other hand, was curled up into a tiny ball underneath her blanket, only her head of curly hair and her plushie peeping out. Giving each of the twins a soft goodnight kiss, Iris tiptoed out of the kids’ bedroom, making a mental note to herself to pick out an extra long bedtime story for tomorrow evening. After sneaking one more glance at her kids, Iris quietly closed the door and headed for the master bedroom, each step making her more and more aware of her own tiredness.

Being finally able to crawl into her own comfy bed, into the spot right next to her husband, felt like a true blessing to Iris. And although his eyes were already closed, Iris knew that Barry was still awake, his strong arms immediately wrapping her into that warm, welcoming hug she had been craving the entire day.

“G'night, Bear,” Iris sighed, burrowing herself deeper into Barry’s chest.

Just about to fall asleep, Iris almost didn’t catch Barry’s hummed response: “'Tis too late to say g'night.”

Even though she was already too sleepy to put much force into it, Iris mustered up enough strength to swat her husband’s chest (albeit feebly), and let out a growl.

She could feel Barry’s chuckle reverberate underneath her hands that were still resting on his chest, followed by a gentle kiss being pressed onto her hair.

She barely heard Barry’s soft “g'morning, Iris,” before finally drifting off to sleep.

Fin.

[cuddabletaurus]

Tonight I Didn't Lock my gun up

Tonight I Had Drinks With my Gun on My Person. Tonight I Pushed For Excitement. Running errands on my off day. I keep a revolver(licensed) in my ankle holster and my State 9mm in the car. Never go any where without one. I don’t use my hands unless emotions are involved. As I did before only to ruin a marriage. Now Late evening I went to hang with some friends. Had my revolver I had not planed on drinking or staying to long. 2330 ending the night I pass a group of yougins. Whenever I see someone in the LBGTQ Community I give a head nod. Convo starts. One shorty (Cam) is new to the Key Coast Guard from Penn State, I’m a Cpl. we acknowledge deeper things. I find out the group travelled down but her and another just moving down. Time passes we head to Fat Tuesdays. Her tights aren’t doing my now drunk ass any visual favor so..Dancing provides my needs. We drink I’m a flirt after 2 octane 190s. Again dancing downright groping. Hey its 74°s I’m tryna get warm. Yeah I notice her peeps lookin but the way she was kissin my neck had me feelin thangs. Calming down she tells me she gonna go talk to her peep, so I head to the bar to get water. Turning back arnd I see this dusty dread head Kmart timbs wearing as lil (older than i) stud come in the group. Right off bat didn’t like her as her cut Kapri pants made me upchuck inwardly. Cams hands flail 3 of her friends look pissed. I decide I like her more when Dusty home boi gets the 🐦. Cam starts walking to the bar. I stay put all the while she keeping my eyes on Cam however in my back drop I see home boi looking. Cam reaches me smiling I give her a low dimple smile grab her closer. Ask her if all was right she waves me off and says ex bullshyt. She explains she mentioned going home with me “we’re fuckin tonight, they can suck my left ovary”, I raise my eyebrows, she says take a sip of my water. I look up spotting Dusty eyeing me. My deeply sadistic mind awakens a coy smile starts to form. Dipping down to Cams ear I ask a certain explicit question. Immediately a bite to my jaw answers. Hands roam to that un Northern like ass of hers all the while daring a gaze at Dusty, who, has the audacity to take a few steps frwd before peeps grabs her. She is pulled outside. I told Cam she should say g'night to them. I went outside, the 3 of them are there. The looks they gave me would make Shiva snicker at their patheticness. Now me and my wickedly special ego smiles and head nods. Dusty stomps frwd like she’s gonna swing. Damn. Cam pops up at my side draging me away. Dusty makes a remark about beating my ass. My smile thins but the eyebrows raise its been a long time since I fought as most people know of Chaos (revolver) since I was 15 (rugby, lacrosse and boxing may have played a part) and wasn’t about to over a one night stand. I quietly say “If she wanted you I wouldn’t be here but I guarantee you Shiva willing I won’t fall by your hands”. Dipsy Dusty looks as tho she wants to ask who a Shiva is at that I turn to walk away. Damn. Dusty ole boi grabs Cam, we stumble Dusty pulls her aways from me and glares at me. “Sweety not tonight not ever will I be afaird of the snares my loathers deal”. I have a free to roam mouth. Dusty pokes my chest and claims she in the military so when I’ll know “not to touch her girl when she beats my ass”. Hehehe bruh I’m cryin with laughter on the inside as step closer my left leg in between hers. I press it to her inside I know when she acknowledges Chaos and I calmly state “ Like I said before I won’t fall by your hands and I won’t use mine as you are not worth something so personal. Hit me or walk away. Your choice”. I take 3 steps back Dustys peeps try to pull her away, she moves frwd another. Damn. That’s when I skid backwards and pull out but barrel pointing down as I hope she complies with her peeps. I’m not the type to pull it only to show off. No. If I pull I’m shooting. Luckly I’m still rightminded and I won’t play the PTSD card as I have now found my anchor. So I pray Dusty walks away. Slowly she does. Deep breaths the desire to make all ‘safe and secure is gone’. Tonight I Pushed For Excitement. Tonight I Didn’t Lock My Gun Up. Tonight I Had Drinks With my Gun on My Person. Tonight I showed LOW restraint…Tonight I showed restraint. Tonight I Didn’t Lock My Gun Up.

[reginrokkr]

With that IC content delivered, it is time to dip out for the evening. I'm quite content that slowly I'm able to catch up with things and be able to stay more in tune with my RP partners, which wasn't as possible in earlier moments due to the internship (speaking of which, if you'd like to discuss things with an interaction to lead eventually, feel free to boop this post and I'll drop by your IMs!).

Other than that, this week seems to be one of looking forward to a few things. Thursday will be my last day of internship. Tomorrow I have to make a call to a pharmacy with the potential of a job interview. During this week I should get a call from the pharmacist that interviewed me last week and receive news about the delivery of the provisional title of pharmacy technician (that's a whole can of worms that is best to not open lol). And lastly I will visit the place where I'll continue my studies from September onwards within the health line, going for dietetics! I hope you peeps enjoy the last of the weekend and that you have a good start of the week ♥︎

[reginrokkr]

Last post before going to sneep, but I just realized that it's the 23rd anniversary of FFX and I have to admit that one of the reasons I've been falling more and more in love with Jinhsi is because she reminds me of Yuna a lot. From the knowledge that she's akin to "the last hope" if we keep in consideration Jué's condition and what it wanted to do just to protect Jinhsi, down to having lost her youth and wanting to do things here and there, but ultimately resigning to them because of an inherent guilt that this life was never her own to begin with, but also because she must adhere to her role.

[reginrokkr]

I am not going to bed without giving you peeps the cursed reminder that Dain's seiyuu, Kenjirō Tsuda, dubbed Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey. Happy Sinday.

[reginrokkr]

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐕. My energy levels waned quicker than I thought, so that will be it for today's activity— I seriously hope to adjust soon enough so I can do more without dying to get into bed and hibernate until it's time to wake up and go to class again. But! While I said I wouldn't indulge much the thought of something I read in Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation, I did start to think of it as something actually plausible in regards of Khaenri'ah.

Considering how deeply ingrained was the devotion to the Abyss in the society (at least in higher spheres concerning nobility which I'm sure Dain also touches onto as well as other Black Serpent Knights depending on who they're tasked to guard), I think it's very hard at this point to run with the belief that sussy things happened in the background and no one of those who don't agree with this noticed, which I firmly believe Dain would be included due to the way he lamented so much Khaenri'ah's fall. Even more so when all of a sudden a stranger comes "from the Abyss" and becomes the kingdom's prince(ss).

So, the one thing that I will address is:

"'This will all end as long as we defeat the evil overlords.' That's what we believed then. Naive fools that we were — that was just the beginning of the nightmare." "The thirteen samurai banded together to defeat the Nakura Daimyo who had been destroying this nation." "But Kogami did not revive with the Daimyo gone, and the life-force of the land continued to bleed away." "Not only that — Kogami, now bereft of its ruler, became a paradise for those who would plunder it." "The heroes who had defeated the wicked overlord could not protect it in the end either."

Thinking about Khaenri'ah, this had me wondering: what if part of the society, tired of the dark esotericism that was causing more harm than good and that was a thing since many years ago, wanted to do something to end with this so the people could live peacefully? And that this was enforced by a faction of the military to end. Considering that King Irmin was also neck deep into this, it wouldn't be far-fetched to think that those who wanted to make the nation a better place and not another home where it's unsafe to live or potentially worse than what many people left behind (namely the other seven nations ruled by the Archons) seized the opportunity that this king wasn't at his best point. Which later on would follow with Marshal Anfortas' temporary regency (whether he was the Alberich or not, I have no clue— it could be either him and that he continued to be the regent until Khaenri'ah's destruction or that someone of the Alberich clan stepped in to take the position after him). We do know that the Alberich who took the regent position wanted to mend things and, in my interpretation, it was too late for that.

So back to what I was commenting earlier and which I may adhere to my own particular worldbuilding of Khaenri'ah: part of the army, among which Dain was included, wanted to make out of Khaenri'ah a better place and actually kicked out from positions of power and relevance those who were way too deep into the Abyss dark part (it's known that they were able to invoke rifthounds in Sumeru, I highly doubt they wouldn't in Khaenri'ah even if for experimentation purposes alone that either go wrong or cause too much disruption in the society) and a time of peace follows after that. They believe that everything would go better from that moment onward, when the truth is... that highly likely they only scratched the surface of what Khaenri'ah's darkness supposed, which later on would culminate in the Cataclysm also because of those people in great part.

[reginrokkr]

I failed to squeeze what little braincells I have for today, but writing the last canon divergence of this blog made me realize that I never added to the list that Dain will also be the one who will resolve the crisis of the Sign of Apaosha. Let Dain reunite with his bestie Zurvan :|