robertpatrick-12

[bulbabutt]

theres something about the way raph and mikey used to be closer when they were younger that really gets to me (with how raph either parentified himself or got parentified by his brothers, and mikey whos the baby of the family really wants independence) and i like to think there was a point in their lives maybe post movie where they sort of realized they've grown past that stage and really appreciate each other as brothers and equals who can support each other

sometimes youre close when youre little and grow apart. and sometimes you find each other again.

idk, siblings, you know?

[quintinh43]

Stressed Spelled Backward Is Desserts | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn comes home to his girlfriend stress baking.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Warnings: Food, Flirting, Fluff, use of terms like baby, honey, love.

Notes: Hi guys!! Holy moly, I did not expect my last post to have so many interactions!! I'm glad yall liked it. Anyways, here's another one! If there's anything else yall think should go in warnings, please let me know! Also, I'm thinking of making a part 2 to this one, so if yall are interested, please let me know! I hope yall enjoyyy. Love Soph.

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Usually, the sound of the apartment door opening would be enough to draw your attention away from what you were doing and greet Quinn with a kiss at the door. Although with the music in the background, the consistent buzz of the stand mixer and the kitchen fan going, you didn't register it.

The first thing Quinn noticed was the smell. It smelt like sweet heaven. Cookies, maybe..? The second thing he noticed was all the different noises. The kitchen fan, the music, a weird buzzing, and what sounded like you mixing something in a metal bowl.

Quinn toed off his shoes, hung up his keys, and peaked into the kitchen cautiously. You were indeed mixing something in a metal bowl. That's when Quinn noticed the absolute massive amount of cookies spread out on the kitchen island. There must've been at least five different kinds.

He turned off the music, and as soon as he did, you whipped around and crashed into his chest, not expecting him to be so close. He grabbed your arms to stop you from stumbling backward.

"Hi," he smiles fondly, pecking you on the forehead.

"Hello," you grin, bumping your head against his chest in greeting.

"Whats all this?" He asks as you wriggle out of his arms to go back to mixing what Quinn assumes is icing or filling of some kind.

"I was stressed," you shrug, as if that explained it.

Quinn looks at you with a raised brow. He sits on the bar stool, shrugging off his suit jacket, loosening his tie and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt "That doesn't explain why it looks like a bakery threw up in our kitchen." He says, plucking a cookie off the plate.

He bites into it and resists the urge to moan out loud. It was still warm from the oven, and the chocolate was warm and melty. On the second bite, he actually moaned out loud because holy shit, there was caramel in the middle.

"You like it?" You giggle

"Mhmm," Quinn mumbles around a mouthful of cookie. You watch him lick chocolate off his thumb, and he gives you a wink that has you blushing.

"You still never answered my question, Love," Quinn says, eyes roaming to the next cookie he wanted to try.

"You've never heard of stress baking?" You ask, holding out a spoon of what looks like raspberry mush for him to try. He leans over the counter and lets you feed him. He smacks his lips together, making a sour face, and you laugh.

"Never in my life, but I think I like the concept." He says, snatching what looks like a white macadamia nut cookie off a cooling rack. "But still, what are we gonna do with all of these? There's no way we can eat this much cookies between the two of us. There must be at least five dozen!"

"Probably closer to eight dozen," you say sheepishly. As if on cue, the oven timer beeps. You don the oven mitts and pull another tray of cookies out of the oven.

Quinns eyes widen, "That's like...ninety-six cookies"

"One hundred and four actually"

"What? No? Eight by twelve -"

"Thirteen," you interrupt

"Love, a dozen is twelve." Quinn says, watching as you mix the raspberry lemon jam thing into cookie, another batch of cookie dough.

"A bakers dozen is thirteen." Quinn's eyes go wide.

"Damn. I don't know if I should be concerned about what's causing you so much stress or if I should start stressing you out once in a while for the sake of some dessert." He jokes.

"Oh honey, you don't have to stress me out, to bake for you. I will bake you whatever you want whenever you want. All you gotta do is ask." You pause in thought for a moment "and maybe fuck me" you add with a mischievous grin.

Quinn grins leaning over the counter "baby i'll fuck you whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want, all you gotta do is ask."

You roll your eyes at him, unable to keep the smile off your face. "You wanna lick the spoon?" You ask, holding the jam spoon out to him.

"I wanna lick you," he grins, closing his lips over the spoon. A blush instantly rises to your cheeks, and you flick the end of the spoon that hangs out of his mouth. He groans as it clangs against his teeth, dropping it onto the counter as you laugh at him.

"Go change and come help me," you say, leaning over the counter to kiss him. He kisses you back happily "yes chef" he murmers against your lips.

He kisses you one more time before disappearing into the bedroom to change. He comes back out dressed in a black henly and grey sweats, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

If you hadn't just made over one hundred cookies, you'd be having Quinn as your snack because holy shit did he look fine. Damn you were lucky to have him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn asks a little self conscious, as he dons the apron you hand him.

"I'm just thinking about how I'm so lucky to have you." You smile, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. He wraps an arm around you, not letting you pull away. He tastes like raspberry. 

"I love you Y/n" he murmers against your lips with a grin.

"I love you too," you say, bumping your hip against his, "come on, these cookies aren't gonna shape themselves"

"So bossy." he chuckles, getting to work beside you. He stands close enough so that your hips and arms are brushing against each other as you work.

After a few hours, a flour fight, a couple dozen more cookies, a thorough scrubbing of the kitchen and a shower, you and Quinn lay on the couch with a half eaten plate of cookies infront of you.

"Y/n love, what are we gonna do with a hundred cookies?"

You sigh. That was a problem you'd been trying to solve for the past while. You couldn't very well throw them out. "Could we give them to the team?"

Quinn taps his chin in thought, "I don't want them to know how good of a baker my girl is, or they might try to steal you from me"

"Don't worry, they couldn't take me from you if they tried." You smile, pressing a kiss to chin,"but seriously, can we give them to the team?"

Quinn sighs dramatically. "Yes, I suppose we can. They are gonna have to do extra laps for them, though"

"Yay!" You jump up from the couch, dragging Quinn with you, to help box up all the cookies for him to take to practice later. After boxing up all the cookies and helping Quinn take them to his car, you kiss him goodbye and reluctantly go back to your studying.

As soon as you open your laptop, you sigh, remembering why you decided to bake a hundred cookies instead of work on this stupid shit. You text Quinn to have a good practice, and with that, you get back to work.

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[starcrossed-lov3rz]

Apologize - Part 2

Feyd Rautha x Wife!Reader

Series: Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem receiving), praise, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, denial, general filth

Words: 1.2K

Description: Feyd has been busy with meetings. You take matters into your own hands. Now you get to pay the price.

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“Please” You whine, pulling against the restraints that tie your wrists to the bed posts. “You’re torturing me, my love.” 

Feyd’s breath ghosts across your thighs as he laughs from his perch between them. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to beg harder darling.” You squirm, kicking your legs out in an attempt to push your husband away. “None of that,” Feyd says, spanking your outer thigh. “You’re gonna sit there like a good fucking girl, and take it until I say you’re done.”

Feyd hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them up to your chest in one swift move. You cry out as he dives back into your sensitive cunt. Feyd had carried you back to your rooms after the scene you made in his meeting. He refused to let you touch him and hadn’t made a move to even try and fuck you. Instead, your husband had thrown you on the bed and tied your hands. Feyd spent the better part of the last hour feasting on your cunt and keeping you on the edge, stopping just before you came each time. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel yourself approach another climax. “Right there! Please just a little more-” Feyd latches onto your clit, humming and lapping at the little bud. You moan, bucking into his face harder. “Yes, yes, yes, thank you! I’m gonna-” It never comes, and you whine in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Feyd had pulled back just before you reached your peak. He drops his grip on your legs, wiping your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand. “So good for me,” he praises. “Taking your punishment so well. How many more do you think you deserve, darling?”

“Please let me come.” Your breaths come out in pants as you come down. “Please, anything. My love, I’ll do anything.”

“I know you will,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he smooths your hair down. “Which is why you’re gonna give me another. Just one more and it’ll all be over. You think you can do that?”

You shake your head furiously back and forth. “I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” Feyd purrs, kissing his way back down your body. “You want to know why?” he asks as he stops to tweak your nipple. 

“W-why?”

“Because I’m going to make you.” 

Feyd latches onto your cunt with renewed vigor, sliding two fingers into you. He massages your walls with practiced ease, playing your body like it was an instrument. Your climax is already building again, pitifully fast thanks to the near hour that Feyd has dangled you on the edge. Your legs are shaking with the effort to hold back your orgasm, and you feel Feyd grin into your cunt. He wrenches his head back, moving a hand to draw firm circles on your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. “Fuck darling, can you hear that?” You try to ignore him, but Feyd is right. You’re so wet, that you can hear every thrust of his fingers. “Gods you’ve soaked our bed. The servants will need to burn the sheets, because they’re never going to get the scent of your needy cunt out of them.”

You're hurtling towards climax, squirming away from Feyd’s hands as you babble nonsense. Just as you feel your peak nearing, he rips his hands from your cunt. You scream in frustration, snapping your thighs together in an attempt to get enough friction to cum. Feyd  stares at you in awe, gently pulling your legs apart and murmuring praises. “There you go,” he says, stroking up and down your thighs to soothe you. “It’s all over now, you did so good for me.”

“No more,” you whine. Your body is exhausted from the constant torment, your thighs quivering in his grip.

“Shh,” Feyd soothes, reaching for his knife to deftly cut the ties at your wrists. You wind your arms around his neck, weakly clinging to him and pulling him down to a kiss. He pulls away from your embrace, standing up to strip out of his robes. “You think you can do one more thing for me?” Feyd asks, crawling back to cover your body with his own. 

You nod in agreement, letting him guide your leg to hook around his waist. A sigh falls from your lips as you feel him finally slide into you. “I need you to lay back, and take it like the obedient little wife I know you can be.” He hisses, fucking into you with lazy thrusts.

“Fuck, Feyd.” You moan, rocking to meet every thrust of his hips. Your hands claw uselessly at his back, and Feyd moans at the pain before fucking harder into you. 

“Come on,” he growls. “Take it. I want you dripping with me by the end of tonight. My darling girl is gonna complain that I’m not giving her enough attention? I’ll make sure you can’t even walk without remembering tonight.”

Feyd pulls out, flipping you onto your hands and knees. He pushes your shoulders down into the mattress, forcing your ass up higher. “Ass up darling, present for me.” Feyd demands with a spank to your ass. He fucks back into you, the new angle making his cock hit even deeper into you than before.

You sneak a hand down to rub at your clit, desperate for some friction to send you over the edge. “No,” Feyd orders, grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you up. Your back is flush with his chest, and his free hand slides up to twist and tug at your nipples. “I told you to just stay there and take it. Not play with your greedy cunt.”

“M’sorry,” you whine.

“It’s not your fault,” Feyd purrs into your ear. “My desperate little girl is so used to getting what she wants. Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I’ll let you come and milk this cock dry.” Feyd bites down on the junction between your neck and ear, before pulling back and lick and kiss at the teeth marks.

“Please, my love,” you beg breathlessly. “Please sir, please na-Baron. I need it so bad.”

“Need what? You’re going to have to spell it out for me, darling.” Tears are now dripping down your cheeks, and your husband tilts your head towards him to lick them away. 

“Please make me come.”

Feyd needs no further invitation, sliding a hand down to rub ruthless circles against your clit. Your climax hits you almost instantly as you finally get the friction you’ve been needing. “That’s it, darling. Come for me. Do it. Drench my cock.” Feyd hisses as he fucks into you deeper and continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck darling, your little cunt is practically strangling my cock.” You cry and squirm against him as oversensitivity sets in. “Just a little more,” he moans, “I’m almost there.”

His thrusts are getting frantic and sloppier as he approaches his climax. “Come for me, my love,” you whisper. Feyd cries out a moan, biting down on your shoulder roughly as he cums. You’re both a panting and sweaty mess, chests heaving as you come down from the high. 

Feyd gently pulls out, laying you down to plant kisses across every inch of your skin. You whine and pull him up for a kiss. “Round two?” He asks playfully. Rolling your eyes, you push him away. 

“My love, I might just need a week away from you to recover.”

Note: Thanks for all the love on part 1! I hope you all enjoy this filthy sequel. As always, I am accepting requests for fics. Let me make all your crazy ideas come to life. <3 - Lacie

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[novaqueenofmadness]

Sweet Puppy

summary: James dragged his friends out to a nightclub cause he heard Lily was going. Loser

tags(?): soft, a bit suggestive, we are drinking a tiny bit

a/n: enjoy, sleep deprived again (actually that’s a warning, i’m sleep deprived again)

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“Can I buy you a drink?”

“You’re paying for it?”

With a nod from him you made eye contact with your friend. A signal to keep an eye on you as you stepped to the bar with the stranger. Getting there the kind stranger signalled for you to take your pick. You asked the bartender for your drink and turned to look at the man.

“So what's up” straight to the point. He looked very nervous and while you didn’t come out today with the intention of accepting free drinks from strangers you decided to give him a chance.

“ah- right to it right ok. You see that pretty girl in the back by the table near the plants?”

Quickly glancing at your drink still being made you did a swift look over. It looked as if you were turning to look at your friends but did a quick glance in the direction he’d told and looked for the girl. You turned back over casually leaning against the bar again. You'd seen her, a pretty girl with a nice head of fiery red hair tied up in a ponytail, she was wearing a pair of printed flare pants with a matching tie crop top that complimented her eyes. She looked good and she knew it, and clearly the bloke beside you knew it too.

“She’s cute” you yourself were ready to waltz up to her and ask her to dance with you.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend and well, I was w-“ your drink was placed in front of you. Smiling at the bartender in gratitude you slid a bit closer to the stranger beside you. In a low voice without looking at him and grabbing a hold of your drink you casually told him “put your arm around my waist.”

“Wha-“

“Just do it~” your voice, even if obstructed by the cup close to your lips, was velvety.

“Right yeah” clearing his throat he put his arm the way you’d instructed him, he cautiously pulled you a bit closer and couldn’t help himself rubbing his thumb over your clothes. You were wearing velvet after all. “I know it sounds desperate but I want to try to make her jealous and also not look like a complete fool. I know you saw her, she’s got all this attention from everyone, people can’t help but look at her she’s beautiful” to you he did sound like a complete fool just saying that. But he also looked like a kicked puppy thrown aside in the rain with those gorgeous eyes of his and you couldn’t resist pretty boys with sad eyes.

Looking back at your drink, and then a quick glance around you turned to properly face him. You placed your left hand on his arm resting on the bar, feeling muscle under the loose dress shirt he was wearing and swiping your thumb over it, and raised your right to brush some curls that had fallen on his face. “Fine i’ll bite,” you brought your face a bit closer to his, “What’s your name darling?” your coy grin present on your lips and honey dripping from your words.

A surprised smile broke on his face, being this close to him you could appreciate even more how handsome he looked with the pretty apples on his cheeks and his rosy lips, his eyes making it almost impossible to look anywhere else. “You will? That’s- you’re awesome, James my name is James” quickly adding “Potter” right after as if he’d forgotten it.

“James that’s a sweet name Jamie,” again you sounded so sweet in his ears he wasn’t sure if it was a trick of the music blasting from the speakers outside or if the alcohol he hadn’t even consumed yet was somehow making its way to his system. “Are you gonna ask me mine sweetheart?”

He hadn’t even thought of that, with you being so close and the touch of your fingers now playing with his hair his mind was going blank the only thing he could really think about right this second was the way your eyes seemed to draw him in. He managed to put the thoughts together to make the sentence and then force it out of his mouth, your hand had moved to his nape leaving a feathery trail where your fingertips hand skimmed and were now playing with the soft hair there. You introduced yourself to him and he couldn’t help but think how well your name suited you. It crossed his mind how well it felt rolling through his tongue.

“No pet name for me?” you turned back to the bar to finish your drink teasingly pouting, removing your right hand from his nape to his upper arm, feeling muscle there as well and quietly admiring the swell of it.

Coming back down to earth now that your eyes weren’t keeping him in place, James got his game back on. “You want one? I could call you doll? How about honey? Sweet like your voice.” He watched you tilt your head back, finishing your drink, empty cup resting on the counter. His eyes slightly widened in pleasant surprise, still smiling. Looks like he got lucky coming to you tonight, you seemed relaxed and maybe fun to spend the time with. Your eyes focused back on him and immediately “I think sweetheart fits you perfectly.” Tumbled right out his lips. If he was playing the lovesick fool part for his plan to make his ex jealous you’d have to give it to him, he looked ready to fall head over heels.

Turning properly to face him you put your left hand on his chest and grabbed his chin with the other “Whatever you say honey” you tilted your head a bit and could tell the pretty redhead was still looking your way. “Jamie darling, you feel comfortable kissing me right now?” The hands that were resting on your hips, caressing the velvet of your outfit, stuttered a bit and you could feel his grip tighten a smidge. “You don’t have to just a peck or just-“ you decided to play it safe and pulled him to you, laying a sweet kiss on his cheek near the corner of his lip and giving him an even sweeter smile. You were absolutely what cavities were made of. He was sure of it.

That got him dazed, if he had been a cartoon on the telly he would’ve had hearts popping off the top of his head and little spirals in his eyes. James even let out a small dreamy sigh. He wasn’t sure if it was your shiny eyes, the sweetness of your voice, or your glossy lips but he felt completely enamoured by you. You giggled at the look on his face and lack of response and decided to take charge of his little plan. “Let me introduce you to my friend just in case, come on.” He followed exactly like the little puppy his eyes made out to be.

You walked him over to your friends, wrapping yourself around his bulky arm. Pressing there, knowing he could feel the warmth your body gave off through his shirt. You were more than sure this man did some type of contact sport. He was well filled everywhere you could see and you put your hands on. Your friend that had been keeping an eye on you when you stepped away raised an amused eyebrow. You left to get a free drink and you come back with a lovesick puppy. Not very you as you tended to get your drink and make an excuse to leave with it. “James this is my friend Fabian and his boyfriend Leah, that’s Mora, it's a nickname, her boyfriend Danny…” you introduced a few others and then turned to address the group “Everyone this is James, my boyfriend tonight,” you saw a few ready to ask but you quickly added with a slight laugh “don’t ask questions.”

James said his hellos and made small conversation with some while you and Fabian had an inconspicuous visual conversation, smiles, rolls of the eyes and some laughs exchanged between the two, Fabian aware you’d stay safe either ways.

You changed your hold on him now embracing him around his waist and looking at him. “Let's meet your friends. I'm sure you didn’t come here alone, ya know like a complete loser” you told him teasingly. He took your jab with a grin and placed a kiss on your temple.

“No, I'm not a complete loser just yet, especially not with you next to me like this, i’ll introduce you they’re over here” James began to guide you to the other side of the outside area. Throwing a quick look back at Fabian with a nod to keep an eye out for you as you would for him. When you two made it across and stopped there were three guys before you.

“Who'd you get to go along with your sorry plan Prongs?” It was a good looking man with some too-good-to-be-true hair and a piercing set of eyes that quickly admired the outfit you wore and settled back on your pretty face.

“How much is he paying you? Blink twice if it’s against your will.” This one had fluffy brown hair and appeared to be the tallest out of the four, he had some scars littering his face and on the hand that was holding his drink but you thought it added to his allure.The third man didn’t say much but let out a small laugh at what the other two had said, nodding your way.

Exasperated James gave the two a deadpan look “It’s not a sad plan ok, and i’m not paying her, she’s not not being held hostage, I clearly still have more game than you lot” he puffed chest a bit, hand still on your waist from when he was guiding you over.

“That's not the impression I’m getting,” the taller one pointed out sarcastically and laughed while taking a drink. James turned over to see you making eye contact with a laughing Sirius and blinking twice, waiting a second then blinking twice again.

“Sweetheart you’re supposed to be on my side” even if he was slightly whining there was amusement in his voice and he couldn’t hide and grin on his face. It somewhat warmed his heart to see you joking with best mates upon first meeting them.

“Right right” you straighten yourself out not hiding your laugh and making yourself comfortable in James’ comfy chest again, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. You introduced yourself to them with a smile that made them blush lightly and turned your head to look at James. once again dazed at having you so close but at least able to pick up it was his turn for introductions.

“These are my best mates, known them since first year. The quiet one there is Peter we honestly had to drag him here” (“as you had with the rest of us.”) James was telling you calmly right next to your ear, this didn’t need to look like first time interactions “the walking lightpost that believes you a hostage is Remus” who threw a quick raised brow his way.

“Mate she blinked twice, multiple times”

“Besides the point, moving on. and the damp dog with the luscious wig and tacky leather jacket is Sirius.”

“Oi, the ladies love the jacket and the hair grows right out of my own scalp”

“It does? I'm ready to believe Jamie here, that hair’s too good to actually be yours” and it did, it was shiny and had a soft look to it. The effortless look to it looked too good to be real, almost magic. You wouldn’t blame him for trying to fool a couple people with it; he looked like he knew his way around a lace front.

“I'd let you give it a couple tugs if you ever want to find out for yourself” his smile was just the right amount of sultry and jokey to know he was a big flirt in the group. You briefly wondered how many others he had used that line on.

You were ready to give your response when James pulled you a bit closer to his chest, chest that you had made yourself very comfortable on. “Back it up Padfoot she’s mine” the way he had brushed his lips against the back of your neck made the jest in his tone gain some edge to it. While Sirius was hot, you couldn’t deny that, James was really pushing all your right buttons to make you putty on his plush pecs.

“Sorry Paddy, you can give another try if you ever see me out and about again” James nipped at your shoulder but you sent Sirius a wink nonetheless.

“Jamie? Paddy?” Remus had been listening to the banter while he sipped his drink and found your pet names amusing, found you interesting, you really seemed to just fall right in with them.

“Yeah, you want one too?” Turning your head to James, noses nearly bumping together, your eyes also flicked over to Sirius, “What do you guys call him? James is Prongs, not asking, and Sirius is Padfoot, also not asking, what about Remus and Peter?” James again got lost in your closeness and then the way he had you pressed against him and how relaxed you looked in his arms. You almost reminded him of a cat bathing in the sun by a window, languidly lounging there entirely at peace. The thought of Lily was but a far memory at this moment.

Seeing as James wasn’t able to process a single sentence right now, Sirius took the initiative. “Dearest Remus is Moony,” slinging an arm around his shoulder and shaking him a bit. ”Peter here is Wormtail” putting his other arm around the smaller man and patting his head in a friendly manner.

“I’m going to hope Moony isn’t implying you moon unsuspecting people” Remus flushed lightly at that one, and Peter wheezed while Sirius threw his head back holding on to the two. “I’ll stick to Remy-“

“I don-“ his mouth was open to protest but you raised a hand waving it about.

“Not my business Remy, just make sure police don’t catch you unless it’s from your own home, I’m not sure how the public indecency charges would work there but again not my business,” you were quick to move on.

“Bu-“

“No butts Moony please, and for Peter… I don't see you sporting a rat tail as a hairstyle so Pete works fine right?” Remus mouth was left opening and closing like a fish out of water, Peter nodded to the name, Sirius continued to laugh at his friend’s anguish.

Finally James snapped out of his haze and all the previous speech computed in his brain, slowly, but it did and he let out a hearty laugh that you could feel vibrating through your back. “Moony… you haven’t actually… naughty naughty.” His eyes jokingly squinting over at his friend.

Remus gave up and just huffed out a laugh, he felt at ease with the new person around. Glad it wasn’t some snobby priss that James ended up picking up tonight. “Har har, your girl is hilarious Prongs”

“Thanks that why i chose her”

“With those eyes you were practically begging for me darling” you were back on your shit. Fully turning in his arms facing him. A look over his shoulder you could see the pretty ex throwing glances James' way obviously wondering who you were. You seemed cosy with James and friendly as well as chatty with his friends. Just where did you come out from?

Why not put on a show? Your friends liked to say you liked your dramatics. Peter, Remus and Sirius were still debating the implications of the name Moony and whether Remus had actually mooned anyone (He denied denied denied). You began to caress James cheek and littered soft kisses on his chin and jaw. Nothing sexual, just softness, but Merlin did it send butterflies to James’ stomach. You let your free hand brush the collar of his shirt when you pulled back and merely readjusted it, not sparing a glance at the maybe fuming (this is speculation of course) redhead in the background. Playing it casual you turned back around and made conversation with the lads. James kept pulling you close, brushing your hair and giving your skin pecks here and there whenever he got the chance. His hands were always playing with your hair or kept petting the soft of your velvet but they were always doing something. You’d kiss his arm whenever he shifted or turned you head and peck his face anywhere you could reach. The lads just grinned and sometimes giggled no doubt catching Lily hastily whispering with a friend, pretending not to be looking, or doing her best to look unbothered.

You all talked about random things for a bit while listening to the music. You’d asked them about their previous school, to which they got a bit flustered and briskly mentioned something about a boarding school on the countryside (very totally boring according to Sirius), you didn’t push it after the jab Remus sent to Sirius’ ribs for his horrible attempt to stir you away from the topic, guess it worked, jobs were mentioned (Remus was studying to be a professor, Sirius was well off but was doing an arts degree for fun, Peter wasn’t sure himself and James said something like a police officer [arrest ME] but didn’t go much into detail), but overall just casual chatter.

And then you heard the start to the good music, the one that really made you want to go inside into the dance floor because you couldn’t stop shaking your hips to the sound and singing the lyrics quietly to yourself. All of which James found even more endearing.

“Darling let's go dance, what do you guys say? music’s good enough for you? I’m sure there’s a few others waiting for you lot to go inside.” You were eager, the music was calling you and you had a dance partner right here with you. Your excitement was contagious since soon enough Sirius was dragging Remus and Peter and you James who once again followed you like a puppy would a butterfly.

Inside, the bass of the music could be felt in your chest, you could feel the cold air the venue attempted to blast to keep people cool but was quickly overpower by the body heat of the people around you. Peter did try to dance, bouncing on the spot and quickly being brought into a bouncy circle by a group beside your own, Remus and Sirius were unbothered, all over each other dancing, hands anywhere, much like you and James.

Your back was to his front grinding, at times lazely swaying but you kept leaning on to his chest and your hands would pull him closer by reaching back and tugging his hair and brushing his sides or skimming his upper thighs and leaving your hand there for support. James didn’t know where not to put his hands. Your hips, up to your waist, guiding you with the tempo to rock against just right or matching your own set tempo at times, he’d stroke his hand over your stomach and let one rest right at the bottom of it, other hand on your hip following your movements. It was obvious you knew how to move to the music, clearly unbothered if it seemed too obscene for the public or stupid and goofy, you were just here to enjoy the music and do your thing. Sometimes you’d even know the lyrics to a song and turn to James, hooking your arms around his neck and serenading him as if you’d been doing it all your life. James couldn’t get enough of you. He’d dance along, sing even to the songs he didn’t know and twirl and swing you around when he felt like it. You had inadvertently made him entirely forget the reason he had dragged his friends out tonight and why he had talked to you in the first place. He only had eyes for you and the carefree feeling you lit in him. He could dance with you the whole night and not get tired, watch and listen to you sing to him and laugh whenever Remus or Sirius threw it back on you or when you’d twirl Peter around after he joined the group again. You had found your group of friends you had come tonight with and they joined. The group becoming bigger, making more space and everyone more than happy to mingle together.

It had been hours of dancing, drinking, giggles and butterfly kisses tickling each other’s skin. A song that sounded lewd enough to make your grandma drop in mortification along with a variety of innuendo sprinkled in it was playing, you and James in your own little world long disconnected from everybody else. The rock of your hips was slow but on beat with the song and James couldn’t help but pull you in a bit harder with the hand on your waist whenever you would rock back onto him. His other hand that was your waist unlatched and started its ascent on your body. You could feel the tingling his fingertips were leaving as they trailed up from the lower part of your stomach he’d been caressing earlier, tickling you right between your rib cage, up your valley and finally reaching and snuggly resting on your neck. You were still dancing but he tilted your chin to look at him, you could see the yearning in his eyes. Earlier he had the eyes of a cuddly puppy, ready to roll over if you just told him to but now he looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on an unsuspecting gazelle. You looked ready to be ravished. His pupils were blown wide and his hair was messy with how much you had been pulling and tossing it throughout the night, his cheeks were rosy from the heat around and you're sure he was ready to devour you when you saw his adam’s apple bob after licking his lips. The two of you maintained heavy eye contact, his pretty eyes drowning you in a pool of want and your lidded ones enticing him impossibly closer.

Looking at you and recalling how good you made this night out to be James wasn’t sure he was ready to leave you tonight without at least kissing you. If this was the last time he would ever see you he wanted to have a taste of you. Your respectful pecks you peppered on his skin throughout the night made him feel on cloud 9, he couldn't recall the last time he’d felt so dotted on like that and you were just pretending. He couldn’t help but wonder what your kisses full of love actually felt like, he also couldn’t help the sudden want need to experience them. His thumb started to caress the side of your neck where he could feel your pulse. It was racing but it felt so at peace to him. Vaguely from his peripheral vision he could make out a shade of blazing red that would be directly in his line of vision if he just looked up. But why would he want to look up when he had you right in front of him looking as if you were made just for him. You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your neck and for a second James thought you were going to remove his but you did quite the opposite, instead imploring him to have a bit more grip there and sent him another wry smile like you had at the beginning of the night. And he couldn’t take it. His lips came crashing down on yours.

He felt like he’d come out tonight with the purpose of meeting you.

//this dead fictional wizard has me in a chokehold and i don’t think i’ll ever recovered from my own fantasies

[haveihitanerve]

Heyyy, me again!

I got homework due so this'll not be as long as some other asks-

Damian (or Tim), post some pictures/drawings of Batman on their socials, then have to deal w/ people in their dms being weird about it (aka thirsting over the drawing).

If you go w/ Damian, I think he'd take it as an insult to his father's dignity lmao.

Tim had taken hundreds of pictures of Bruce. Thousands, quite honestly. Both in and out of the suit. He couldn't help it, even though now he no longer needed it for evidence. Bruce was just... he was just so photogenic. In possibly the worst way ever. Tim just couldn't help himself. He needed to take pictures. And Bruce was.. well he was just always there. And Tim... he wanted to capture their moments, wanted to be able to look back on their time together.

He snapped pictures on patrol, when Bruce laughed at one of his jokes, head tilted back, eyes closed, fully relaxed and trusting Tim to have his back, almost like he was savoring the laugh.

He snapped pictures at home, when Bruce was collapsed on the couch, when he was hunched over a case, when he was hugging Dick, or Jason, or fixing Damian's tie, or helping him with homework, or twirling Steph and Cass in a circle, or slow dancing with Selina, or dancing with Babs, holding her up so she could feel like she was standing again.

He snapped pictures during meetings and during calls, during fights and during calm, from close and from afar, with other people or alone... and he never shared them with anyone. Not really. Sometimes, he would pull out one or two pictures as blackmail, show them off. Other times he would use them as proof against Jason, or Dick.

But this one... this picture Tim felt the need to share. It wasn't... anything extraordinary. Not really. It was just Bruce. A side profile. Leaning over the edge of a roof, one leg propped up, his arm resting on it, staring off across Gotham. The gargoyles that framed him on either side were like guards, and the sunlight just peeking over the horizon offered a calm, peaceful look. A protective look.

The Guardian and his People Tim titled the photo, and before he could stop himself, posted it. The replies... exploded. Sweet messages, suspicious messages, loving, hating.... but mostly... horny. Tim was disgusted. It was... revolting the things people said.

Dick found the picture and framed it in his room in Bludhaven, though Tim knew he didn't tell Bruce. Jason liked it. Steph, surprisingly, didn't insult it, and saved it. Cass obviously liked it. Damian started drawing it. It was... nice. Sure, people wanted to fuck his father in ways that were... not ethical. But to those others... to him, to his family. It was Bruce that mattered. Tim closed the comments but left the picture. um idk what that was lemme try again

Damian didn't know what he expected, quite honestly. Screams were not uncommon in Wayne Manor. Everyone had their demons. Everyone had their issues.

But these screams... these were dark, guttural. Tortured. A horror Damian had never heard before. It chilled him to his very bones and against his better judgement... he crept out the door, heading for the room responsible. He was shocked when he realized it was coming from his fathers room.

He pushed the door open slowly, just seconds after the screams cut off. Father was awake. Damian stilled, quiet in the doorway, curious despite his survival instincts screaming for him to run. Bruce was kneeling on his bed, his black sheets pooled around his legs, naked from the waist up. His arms were flexed, laying on top of his thighs, and darkness poured from behind him, shadows curling around his body, paler than the moonlight. His eyes were closed, head drooped. Dark, black hair falling across his face. The words jumped to his mind, the painting already forming.

The Fallen Prince. Damian bowed his head, backing up slowly, but the words would not leave his mind. The Fallen Prince. Beautiful. Alone. Deadly.

He finished the painting the same day and couldn't just handle seeing it alone. Frantic, he grabbed his phone, logging onto his secret account that no one in the family followed, and snapped a picture, posting it.

The replies were instantaneous. "he can fall on me." "We can be alone together" "that dark spot underneath him..." "he can kneel on me." Damian deleted the post the next day, and never spoke of it again. But the painting still remained, buried in the back of his closet, illuminated faintly every time he moved his clothes aside. The Fallen Prince.

ugh okay idk what it is about this prompt but idk i cannot get it right! sry this one just aint working for me, hope you still enjoyed the stories tho, tho they aint correct... idk what it is but my fingers just cant write it properly 🤷‍♀️sry

[stevesaxetogrind]

Truly those calling it “bad writing” that Robin and Vickie share similarities doesn’t make sense. She’s not been given enough time to be more than just a love interest, but we do have some info about her:

1. Molly Ringwald inspo, giving us shorthand about being kind of a quirky gal. Hat! Visually, she’s similar to Robin, but that’s not a bad thing because literally similar interests draw people together. She is also skirts vs Robin’s trousers. Femme/Soft Butch! You’re telling me Vickie would wear a tie? Lies.

2. Likes goofy jokes, namely Steve’s joke about Muppet Tammy. Which, Robin doesn’t laugh at Steve’s jokes that much- she dismisses them, but it means Vickie has a bit of a jocular sense of humour.

3. Vickie also likes Steve’s brand of movies, not Robin’s- which is pretty fucking funny. Again, this is not making Vickie similar to Robin, but to things shared with Robin’s Platonic Soulmate. Like, bro movies? Stupid lil jokes? I predict Steve and Vickie having a dad joke competition next season & torturing Robin with how corny they are. People like to talk about the similarities to Robin, but not the similarities to Steve! That’s kind of clever drawing Vickie closer to one of Robin’s favourite people, at least superficially.

4. Talks a lot when one on one, but Vickie wasn’t nervous/flustered in the band scene, so we can infer in more crowded spaces she acts differently/subdued - as like she was in the War Zone. This is unlike Robin who does actually ramble in group scenes, like freaking out over the thing in El’s leg, the rabies bit, or generally a lot of Season 4 where she looses her “cool girl” archetype from Season 3 in favour of chaos. Vickie seems more like she would quietly panic, as opposed to Eddie, Argyle, and Steve who all loudly go WHAT THE FUCK. Which is going to be interesting to see as the whole town is now thrown into an open gate downtown Hawkins probably releasing demogorgons every other hour like it’s Pacific Rim up in this bitch.

5. Meaningful look with Robin in the War Zone- not “oh hi band friend!” A scared/caught/dismayed look that she was there. So there is a connection, and she broke up with her boyfriend after that connection. Anything more is speculation, but the way she wasn’t looking at Robin when she gave the “he doesn’t like Fast Times” reason lets the audience draw points and maybe she felt trapped? Like it was just an excuse to pursue a different interest? Obviously because music is playing indicating a romantic relationship. We don’t have much to compare Robin with on this one, but around Keith she still had more confidence and bullshittery trying to convince him to hire Steve when Keith assumed they were a thing.

6. Vickie also doesn’t seem jealous. Robin is jealous. She was livid at Steve for being the object of Tammy’s affections, but Vickie hasn’t seemed to even look twice at Steve- even as Robin looked over at him while she and Vickie had her last scene.

For such a short amount of time in the season, I think that we have a good foundation for similarities and differences to Robin. Also, once again, it’s not a crime to avoid “opposites attract” tropes. Having similarities is good! Like, the amount of couples I know that are essentially the same archetype of queer person is not even close to zero. Especially when it comes to older queer couples who got together in the 80s/90s, they kind of morph into being one granola bar of a human being. Kind of similar with straight people when they genuinely like one another.

I hope they flesh Vickie out, but like, we’ve gotten a similar amount of screen time for Mr Clarke but no one is mad he is “one dimensional” when he is just, some exposition science guy. He’s a stock and standard teacher, has a girlfriend, and kind of goes along with explaining shit without questioning why a lot. But folks love Mr Clarke. Is it because Mr Clarke isn’t getting in the way of your ship?

I never thought I would see the day there were some true blue f/f ship wars, but bruh, Robin’s love life isn’t an A Plot so give the writers some slack. They’re human, not the devil. None of you were gleeks and it shows so fucking much. None of you lived through “angry lesbians on the internet don’t want me dating you”.

Personally I’m looking forward to Robin and Vickie getting together and maybe hopefully kicking monster butt together- or at least, Robin getting a nice little badass moment defending her gal.

[oathofkaslana]

klee warrior starter kit by meeee :3

ok to understand klee, you have to understand that her relationships are intrinsically linked to the way her character's written. i think a lot of the viewing of her as just a comedic relief character comes from the mistake of viewing her separately from where her character is intended to shine (in tandem w others!) yes, she is very obviously a comedic relief character, but that’s not all there is to her!

there's so so so much intention behind her:

her simplicity klee being simple both reinforces her youth and makes her an even better foil to the complex characters she interacts with because it makes her contrast with them! it also serves as a benchmark for what they were like/what they could have been before whatever situation shaped them. additionally, the way klee's story is right now feels like a set up for a grown up version of her that's more similar to the characters she foils!!! cant you see the version of klee where she does become her own main character where her brother's sacrifice and her mothers love and her guilt over constantly accidentally messing up/hurting others is used as something the expands her motivations for bringing others happiness?

her youth klee’s simple childhood naivety is the whole point of her character that’s why she’s a good foil. the point is that she’s at a point where all of her issues haven’t set in yet because she’s surrounded by so much love. i think it’s kinda obvious how alice not being constantly there is going to influence her. shes not introduced as someone important or someone w a potentially sad story. BUT SHE IS!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS THE POINT!!!!!! her youth also completes the familial narratives she fulfills as someone representative of second chances (re: her being a foil, mhy's general tendency to treat the youth as a second chance)

her connections w fairy tales her being an elf, her weapon being a spell book, her events often having things to do with fictional stories or plays or books, etc etc. all of these tie back to the hexenzirkel and their literary allusions!! we could also argue her bunny theming fits in w alice as a potential reference to alice in wonderland! also note how the hexenzirkel have a history with venti who's a bard and also heavily associated w fairytales.

narrative:

ARAGGRRAG.. klee's character circles familial themes and love...

family! the person she looks up to most is her mother, alice! all of her summer events have had something to do with alice!! she even references her mom w her skin! and in return, alice loves her back so so so fiercely!!!! but for the majority of the time, alice is not home!! this is so so important bc it sows the seeds for her as a foil for characters with familial issues (primarily albedo, kaeya, razor, jean). her youth comes into play here bc it lets her fulfill this role as someone representative of each of these character's second chances, making it so so so impactful when these characters treat her w so much patience and kindness and love and even moreso when she returns all of those back! there's this one line from the secret summer paradise event where the group is watching as these three quarreling brothers were trying to make klee happy together and kaeya says, "Klee hasn't realized it yet, but her innocent, childlike nature is very powerful. It can inspire and even help heal others." (also note how the first GAA event brought together siblings in mond and how klee makes the KoF her family. re: her character stories) i could also add a whole section on her and albedo alone because oughhh... dear god. she is his little sister! in their first introduction alice, who literally asks albedo to call her mom, tells albedo "We'll be a family from now on, treat her like a real younger sister!" and klee acts as his primary link to mondstadt and humanity, literally drawing him away from his isolated lab and back into the main city because of her habit for making trouble (literally in his character stories btw). she thus becomes representative of humanity to him, something important because albedo has already decided that if he ever succumbs to durin's corruption, he would rather die than hurt mondstadt (also note how albedo's character is intertwined with an exploration of life and humanity and family). klee and alice's relationship also acts as a parallel of albedo and rhine's relationship. both alice and rhine being gone and yet so so so important to their children's lives to the point where both their outlooks and personal motivations are spurred by them! even alice's words mirroring albedo's musings on rhine!! ("My wish is simple: I want Klee to grow up with a curious yet kind heart. As long as she so desires, she can do anything and go anywhere." || ""I hope this isn't just wishful thinking, but… when parents speak to their children about 'the meaning of this world'… surely they just mean the pursuit of a happy life?" and "In such a long life, parents are but a child's first connection. Even though we don't want to be separated, there will come the day when you must walk your own path." || "Reach the far side of philosophy, and create a new destiny for myself and your brothers…"). klee's relationship with albedo also works as a foil for albedo's relationship with durin! (both being sources of heat from the sheer cold, both being naive and reckless, klee being lucky and durin's remains being cursed, klee connecting albedo to alice while durin connects him to rhine, klee being the reason albedo comes back to mond and albedo's lab literally overlooking durin's remains..) extra section for her and razor :'') iirc this is when traveler first learns of klee. this is important because, again, razor's story heavily deals with family, whether it be his biological parents, his lupical, or his found family in mond. klee fits here because klee is the first person (not wolf!!) that razor calls his lupical (from his character stories).

mondstadt! i would honestly argue that klee's intangible from mondstadt and plays such a necessary role both bc of her being apart of the hexenzirkel's story through alice, and for the family narratives and how that ties in w venti and/or the traveler! (venti playing a parental role over mond and traveler going through a typical hero's journey where the story will end the same place it all started.) the familial themes in mondstadt are important since its the first nation, and w the hero's journey, the last nation the traveler visits. obv the traveler's story is also about family, making mondstadt's familial themes tying nicely w the traveler's as well.

symbolism! clovers and rabbits being associated w luck, her clovers being made out of four hearts as a reference to the fact that she's brought up on love <- note how theres also a heart on the back of her bag on her skin, her having a long life span fitting in w her birthday falling in summer where the days are longer, summer also being a season heavily associated with youth and playfulness, her celestial imagery (comparisons to the sun and stars) being indicative of her liveliness and capabilities of healing/growth (again, see the kaeya line from above and the sheer cold effect).

her compassion:

dear god she's literally the sweetest little girl in the world. i feel sick i forgot to say how caring klee is do you remember when she offered to give mona snacks in her backpack because she thought she was hungry? do you remember when she apologized to diona bc she thought she was mad at her and diona instantly deflated and told comforted her? do you remember when she busted out kaeya bc she thought he was grounded? do you remember when she got so excited at the thought of lisa making more board games but then reeled herself in because she was worried lisa would get tired? do you remember when she said goodbye to her mom and turned so that dodoco could say goodbye too? do you remember how she literally went home at night during the event because she promised she would :’)))) do you know how genuinely careful she tries to be with her bombs???? do you remember how in her story quest she literally goes straight to jean and tell on herself, even though she hates solitary confinement, because she felt so so guilty over hurting someone? (she literally goes ,"Mr. Fluffball was only a thief. He didn't deserve to blow up.") she left cat food outside under a sun umbrella when it started getting hotter because she was worried about the heat. when asked what she planned to do with her magic she says. actually lemme just copy and paste this whole quote:

"Klee... wants to make everyone really happy!" But with these words, the mage suddenly realized the problem with this desire— Those who are unhappy surely have their reasons for being sad. Would a smile forced upon their lips through magic be even more painful and ugly than tears? Fortunately, her little mind worked quickly, and she soon found her answer: Then I'll use my magic to get rid of everyone's troubles! "For example, magic could make everyone never get sick again, and never have to worry about Mora! Everyone could eat fish for every meal, and be healthy, and just happily play all day!" But that didn't seem like enough. Klee rested her cheek in her hand, and looked out over the azure sky and white clouds in the distance: "I want... I want to hear everyone's wishes, and save them, and then use the most amazing and powerful magic, to give everyone the happiness they want the very very most!"

she is so so so kind :''')

her sillyisms:

again she blows a raspberry at us in one of her voicelines, said she'd headbutt fungi, literally goes "what do you mean that's child labor???", thinks she exploded something any time she hears thunder, braids razor's hair, made the traveler a huge dodoco, keeps accidentally calling lisa auntie, she literally found primogems and gave them to us, her bombs are said to be impossibly above teyvat's standards they are literally other worldly, she's canonically solo'd the primo geovishap and gave us its drops, etc!!!!!

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 24

Content info: The threesome sequel to “Chan wants to record your moans for a song” that only I wanted but maybe you’ll enjoy (because #HyunjinBiasWrecker)

Word count: 2650

Warnings: dirty talk, mature language, threesome, unprotected as well as protected sex (wrap it up, kids, be like Hyunjin), use of the word slut (but in a loving manner), oral sex (m and f receiving)

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had sex with Chan in his personal studio at home and he mentioned the idea of asking Hyunjin to join you in the bedroom. Personally, you haven’t thought about it (much) throughout the following days because Chan is pretty territorial with you and the idea of sharing you has never seemed to make him anything but indignant. And as weeks go by and Chan doesn’t mention it again, you let it go and forget about it completely.

Then, one early evening, as you come home from an afternoon of drinking coffee and chatting with your friends, you unlock the door to find the flat completely dark and quiet. You didn’t expect that – you promised Chan to be back in time to cook dinner together. Also, he wanted to work on new songs all day, and his studio being empty seems weird. You call out – no answer. You pull out your phone – no messages. Strange. But maybe Chan is just getting groceries and will be back soon.

You make your way into the bedroom – you’re wearing a cute dress, printed with books, with buttons all the way down its front and a belt to tie at the waist, but for cooking and a comfy night in, you’d rather wear something practical, so changing sounds like a good idea.

However, in the bedroom you find that the indirect wall lighting is switched on, and there’s someone on the bed. But it’s not Chan.

It’s Hyunjin – glorious, ethereal Hyunjin. His blond hair is down, and he’s wearing a dark purple silky robe as he’s reading a book.

You stop, staring down at the man on your bed, as he calmly closes his book and tosses it onto the nightstand. “W-what are you doing here, Hyunjin?” you stammer. This feels like the beginning of a very clichéd porn, but at the same time you can’t help but feel intrigued, given the fact that you do fancy Hyunjin just a tiny bit. Okay, maybe more than that.

Hyunjin smiles a crooked smile at you, charming and naughty at the same time. “Chan let me in,” he says, as if that explains everything. “He mentioned that you would be very happy if you found me here.” He leans forward, and the robe falls open, revealing his smooth, muscular chest and stomach. You cannot help but stare some more.

Then there’s a chuckle behind you, and you turn to see Chan sitting in the armchair you usually use to dump your clothes on. He looks regal, sitting there upright, his thighs spread, his hands splayed across the armrests. “Go on, baby girl,” he says mockingly. “I thought the idea of having Hyunjin in your bed excited you. Why don’t you go play with him for a bit? I’d like to see that.” He leans back, like a king waiting for his order to be executed.

You glance back at Hyunjin, who raises one eyebrow at you, then pats his thighs in an inviting gesture.

You would be lying to say the situation doesn’t arouse you. You’ve actually dreamed of a threesome with Hyunjin and Chan more than once, and now, here they both are, seemingly on board with it. So, of course, you’re going to seize the opportunity.

Still in your dress, you walk over to the bed and climb on top of Hyunjin, who is still leaning against the headboard. Straddling him, you bring your hand to his face, tipping it up slightly so you can reach his plush lips more easily, and kiss him.

Kissing Hyunjin is different from kissing Chan, not only because it’s unfamiliar, but Hyunjin’s kisses are trying to seduce you, coax you out of your shell, draw gasps out of you. The tiny flicks of his tongue, the soft nibbles of his teeth make you sigh with pleasure after only seconds. His hands find your waist, drawing you closer, and you can feel he is already half hard under you, his growing bulge rubbing against your panty-clad pussy. You bite his lower lip, and a groan escapes him that lets on that Hyunjin might also enjoy treatment a little rougher than mere making out.

“Take off her dress.” You start, having almost forgotten that Chan is watching you, but Hyunjin immediately complies with the request and starts fumbling with your buttons, all the while breathing heavily. You sit up straighter, helping with the buttons, but all the while rocking against his bulge, coaxing little groans out of him.

Finally, due to your team effort, the dress falls off, and you sit on top of Hyunjin in a matching set of simple yet pretty red underwear. Hyunjin lets his eyes roam over your body hungrily, but it’s obvious he promised Chan to only do what he allowed him to do, so he waits for instructions. You just know how much Chan will love that, holding the reins to both your pleasure.

“Go on, Jinnie,” Chan encourages. “Play with her tits. I know how much you want to.” The way Hyunjin immediately reaches for the clasp of your bra has Chan chuckling. “You should see the way he stares at you when he knows you’re not looking, baby girl,” Chan continues, and from how close his voice sounds, you know he must have stood up from the chair. “He has a thing for your curves.” The bra falls away and Hyunjin unceremoniously throws it across the room before putting both of his hands on your breasts. He touches them gingerly, weighing them in his hands before softly stroking his thumbs across your nipples, making your breath hitch. He is so gentle, almost devotional as he leans forward to suck one of them into his mouth, stroking his tongue across it over and over again. You moan, throwing your head back, and Hyunjin grabs your waist again, holding you against him, making sure you can’t escape the pleasure.

As you blink your eyes open again, you see Chan standing over you, his expression unreadable but his blown pupils giving away the fact that he’s enjoying the show. You extend a hand towards him. “Won’t you join us… Sir?” you ask, your voice already wrecked from Hyunjin’s constant assault on your nipples.

Chan seems to contemplate that for a moment – maybe he hasn’t planned on joining the action at all? – but then he unbuttons his trousers. “Suck,” he commands, a single syllable full of authority, and with Hyunjin still licking your nipples even though they are already hard as pebbles, you lean sideways to put your mouth on your boyfriend.

Hyunjin lets go of you so you’re more comfortable, and you’re still straddling him, but now you’re focused on getting as much of Chan’s cock as wet as possible, bobbing your head up and down messily, sucking the tip to wet it additionally. Beneath you, Hyunjin is moving his hips, his bulge rubbing against you, and you moan around Chan’s cock, enjoying being the one who pleasures and who is also being pleasured. Above you, Chan’s deep grunts, below you, Hyunjin’s heavy breathing, yourself in the middle of it all.

Hyunjin moves, leaning on his forearms, watching the spectacle before him. “Need help?” he asks simply, his voice hoarse with arousal. You briefly hesitate, but Chan’s hand on your head has you continue, so you kiss along the side of his shaft, down to his balls and back up. “You want to help YNnie?” he asks Hyunjin.

Hyunjin stares up at Chan, his eyelids heavy. “I don’t mind if you don’t” he rasps before leaning in and meeting your lips just above the tip of Chan’s angrily red cock. And then you’re making out, his length between you, and it’s less of a kiss and more of a joined effort to get Chan’s cock as wet as possible with your lips and tongues. Chan’s guttural moans are all the motivation you need to give it your all, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, and you rut against Hyunjin’s cock (which also feels substantial in size, from what you can gather from your position), earning more desperate moans from Hyunjin.

You can feel Chan moving frantically, and know that he’s close, so you put a hand on Hyunjin’s chest, signalling for him to stop, and swallow down Chan’s erection. Hyunjin’s hand finds its way into your panty to your clit as you continue bobbing your head frantically until Chan comes down your throat with a shout. You pull off and show your boyfriend the come pooling on your tongue because you know he likes it, and Chan groans at the sight. “Aren’t you gonna share with Jinnie, greedy girl?” he asks, and Hyunjin, still rubbing your core, leans in to kiss you. Your tongues dance together, and you can both taste Chan’s release in the kiss, slightly bitter, but it’s still hot, especially when two of his fingers slide into your achingly empty and dripping wet pussy. You break the kiss, moaning wantonly.

If Chan disapproves of Hyunjin taking initiative again, he doesn’t let it show. “You were both so good for me, I think you deserve a reward,” he pants, trying to collect himself after the orgasm he’s just had. He’s still mostly clothed, you realise, but now kicks off his trousers which are hanging around his ankles, and rids himself of his shirt. Hyunjin’s robe is still pooling around him, but it’s obvious he’s naked underneath – that leaves you in your panties, being slowly fingered by Hyunjin.

Chan grasps your chin. “How would you like to ride Jinnie’s cock, baby girl?” he asks, his gaze holding yours captive. “Because if you’re gonna have someone else’s cock in your cunt, I am still going to be the one in control.”

You shudder at his harsh words but nod as best you can with him holding your chin. “Yes, please, sir,” you say softly, and both men groan. Hyunjin pulls his hand out of your panties and discards his robe, but not before grabbing a condom out of its pocket, which he is quick to put on himself as you slip out of your panties. Chan joins you on the bed, kneeling behind you as he grabs your pussy, giving it a light slap that has you groaning between pain and pleasure. “This is my pussy, don’t you forget it,” he growls in your ear, biting your shoulder as you make to straddle Hyunjin again, now that there is no cloth barrier between the two of you anymore.

Chan grabs your hips, and he controls your movements as he has you sink down onto Hyunjin’s cock, eliciting a moan from the two of you. He pushes you down faster than you would have chosen to, given that you’ve only had two fingers and Hyunjin’s cock is girthy as well as long, but it doesn’t hurt, and you find the fact that you are not in control quite thrilling.

Chan has you roll your hips at a certain pace, and Hyunjin, propped up on his elbows, stares up at your bouncing tits in awe. Behind you, your boyfriend is pressed against you, moving with you, and one hand lets go of your hip to play with your clit.

“You are being so good for us, baby girl,” Chan whispers in your ear. “Look at how much Hyunjin likes feeling your tight little pussy around him. He’s buried so deep, isn’t he? I’m sure he’s stretching you out so well, but I know you’ll be just as tight when I pick up his sloppy seconds later, huh? Because no matter how often I fuck this little cunt, it’s always perfect, makes me feel so good.” He slaps your clit again, and you clench around Hyunjin’s cock, making his hands go to your hips. For a moment, you think Chan is going to slap them away, but he allows it.

“Seems like Jinnie wants to fuck up into your little cunt, hm? Should I allow that?” Chan’s voice is mock contemplative, and Hyunjin actually whines. “Please, Chan, I’m so close, let me have a go. Please!”

Chan moves away to give you space. “Rail that cunt, Jinnie,” he simply says.

Your world is toppled over, because suddenly Hyunjin is above you, and he’s pounding into you with a force that you wouldn’t have attributed to his lithe dancer’s body. Despite his flushed face and strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, he is still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. He’s drilling into you hard, and every thrust punches a high-pitched moan out of you, and then he’s coming with an absolutely sinful moan of your name.

As Hyunjin catches his breath, his head against your neck, Chan tsks. “You didn’t make her come, Jinnie. Shouldn’t you have at least the decency to do that?” Hyunjin nods. “I’m sorry, sir,” he says, picking up on the title you used earlier. “Should I eat YNnie out for you?”

You can see Chan nodding from where he’s sitting at the end of the bed. “That sounds like an acceptable compensation,” he concludes, and Hyunjin, condom still on, wiggles down to lie between your legs and, without much ado, dives into you. He eats your pussy like a starving man, relentlessly licking your clit, and your gaze flicks from his beautiful face between your folds to the love of your life watching your face as you are approaching orgasm. You push your pussy against Hyunjin’s face, both hands in his hair, and he moans against your wet flesh as he redoubles his efforts, slipping two fingers into your cunt for you to clench around. Seconds later, you’re coming against his face, your moans resembling sobs as he licks you through your orgasm, your sensitivity reaching almost painful levels.

“Enough.” Chan’s word stops Hyunjin dead, and he raises his head to look at him. “Sir?”

“Get out of the way. I need my pussy.”

You whine. “Sir, I’m tired,” you protest weakly. “And Hyunjinnie really fucked me hard.”

Chan shakes his head as he replaces Hyunjin between your legs. “Not hard enough if you can still complain.” And he slides into you, his hard cock engulfed in your sensitive flesh, the stretch familiar and welcome.

Hyunjin lies next to you, watching as Chan fucks you hard, but slowly, his thrusts powerful, yet interrupted by little breaks in which he kisses you, licks you, bites you, tells you how well you’re doing, how you’re such a good little slut for him and Hyunjin, how you make them feel so good.

“Hyunjin, lend me a hand, make her come with me,” he says, gasping, and Hyunjin’s hand slips between you, stroking your clit, pinching your nipple, as Chan chases his own orgasm.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re being so good, I love you so much,” Chan whines as he comes, and his confession, timed perfectly with a particularly harsh pinch of your nipple, has you coming as well.

The three of you lie together, panting, sweaty, but content – except that Hyunjin is half hard again. You catch his eye and point to his cock. “Need me to take care of that?”

Chan’s arm curls around your middle. “Baby, if you blow Jinnie now, I will absolutely need to fuck you again, and I don’t think you can take it.”

You laugh. “Yeah, no, definitely not. Let’s maybe keep that for next time.”

Hyunjin and Chan glance up at you simultaneously. “Next time?”

You shrug. “Excuse me, Jinnie is fucking packing, there’s no way I’m not getting my mouth on that.”

Hyunjin giggles shyly, hiding his face against your shoulder, as you’re snuggled up between the two of them.

Chan sighs. “I think I’ve created a monster.”

You press a kiss to his chest. “It was your idea. You only have yourself to blame.”

[spacetravels]

I’ve said before but thank you so so much for new ILITW content in this Year of Our Lord(Redfield), while I try not to have a favorite or “canon” MC, Thalia is everything to me(not in like!! A Weird Way ofc!). It’s so great to see OCs and content for older Choices stuff survive during the current,,, state of PB, esp as someone who’s been around since the Surviving High School days. So to loop back around! Thank you so much for sharing your art and OCs with the fandom! Heck, we all know artists could stand to hear it more!

WEHHH thank you sm 🥹 it’s been difficult really to keep up w current pb and their …. choices (badumtss) but i think i will always love ilitw and drawing thalia & noah despite it all LOL they’re such a comfort ship 2 me … i don’t think i’ll grow out of my love for them despite it all hahaha

& it’s always so nice to hear from/chat with other older fans about these stories… like i get nostalgic about cod all the time and miss the golden years(tm) of the fandom. it feels like we all grew up together and still have these things to tie us to each other even as things change 🥺🩷 thank u for reaching out!! for enjoying my art!! i hope i can keep drawing for years to come

[oozeandgoo-art]

You got any drawing requests? Sfw or nsfw? I’m kinda bored

if i'm reading this right and you mean have I got any requests for you to draw - yeah! i'm just gonna drop a handful and you can pick whichever catches your eye the hardest, i'll go gaga over any of them lol.

If you mean - do I have my drawing requests open and will draw you something - not right htis second, I'm working on the commission grind for the next couple days now that I've got my ability to focus back haha.

ok ideas;

Drag Strip and Wildrider fighting over a TV remote, but like real-deal, blood-flowing, armor-ripping, fingers-in-eyes-and-biting nasty fighting. optionally the other Stunticons can be sitting in the background completely disinterested in any of this because it's so normal. If you go this route feel free to make it as lazy and/or comical as you like, I imagine this is like an average tuesday afternoon for them - Drag Strip just hates losing at anything, "the control of the tv" included, and Wildrider has no sense of limits in my brain LMFAO it's not like either of them are really suffering for this in spite of the whole. nastiness of the fight

motormaster dying in a glue trap a la that one meme

Dead End drinking a Grimace shake going "i hope this kills me" with the most deadpan :/ expression possible

Breakdown and Dead End watching a random horror movie together, but Breakdown is like huddling under the blankets shaking in terror like a chihuahua and Dead End looks about two minutes from trying to fuck the villain, heart eyes and blush and horny grip on his thigh and everything

Wildrider biting clean through any assorted object that shouldn't be bitten through. Maybe he could be chewing up a stick of dynamite, I think that would be funny. Like it's a snack.

Dead End in like full suspension bondage with a blindfold on looking like he's either asleep or so relaxed he might as well be

Breakdown topping anyone bigger than he is in a completely unbothered and very skilled manner while whoever he's topping comes to absolute pieces. tiny shy dom supremacy. you understand

Motormaster fucking himself on a random non-sentient gun (probably someone else's) while moaning Megatron's name like the fucking loser he is. bonus points if it looks unsexy and like it doesn't even feel that good. because it is funny to me. you understand

wildrider sitting on a couch looking extremely normal but there's like a thought bubble and it's just "i need to eat pussy i need to eat pussy i need to eat pussy" repeating and filling the entire thing up while he's like. watching idk Nascar or Storage Wars or some other stupid shit

Vortex in bondage but being a giant brat about the whole thing so he keeps trying to get his hands free to jerk off but in the "neener neener i got my hands free, you gotta tie me up harder and punish me now" way

Dead End in a catgirl maid outfit but like in a sex way

Vortex and Swindle having weirdly competitive sex with like a ranking board in the background with all five Combaticons on it and Onslaught on top

ok that's probably plenty LMAO feel free to also mix and match or poke or w/e these until they're something more interesting if you're not really feeling what I'm giving you XD

[jlonejacketwthe30out]

new (old & overdue) project !! - HAND AND EYE

the latest and final project of year 1 was Hand And Eye!! the outcome for the project was to have three identical copies of a publication - preferably to be sold at the zine fair!

(a publication which contained no words other than the name of whoever made it and a title, if any, and only used two colours, along with the colour of paper used!)

to start this project off, i attended a supervised workshop that was held with a focus on narrative sequencing. this was where we began to consider the ways in which a story could be communicated without words.

to begin, we were given some photos to analyse; what is going on in this photo? how did it happen? when and where might it have been taken? and so on. in my notes above, i did this.

this task was interesting in the sense that a LOT can actually be communicated without any words or context; literally a picture is worth 1000 words. i guess as an illustration student that would be obvious, but it was nice to apply this perspective in such a direct way.

we were then given a new task with some new photos, which encouraged us to draw in the past and the future, so to speak.

for the sketches and photo on the left, the task was to draw a few seconds before the photo might have been taken, and a few seconds after. from my perspective, the photo was pretty mundane (i could not see her face very clearly in class - she looks super worried but i didn't know!) so i created a mundane narrative; she almost missed the bus she wanted to take, but didn't in the end.

on the right, the task was to draw what things would have looked like a month before and a month after the photo might have been taken. at this point, i wanted to move on so my sketches were a lot less detailed (sorry🛌🏾) but from what i DID get down, a month before things must have been pretty normal and stable, (to me it kind of looked like a barn in the photo?) and a month later, reconstruction is underway - as can be seen by the 4 lines meant to be scaffolding show.

next, the task was to chose a picture (i picked this cool pic of some guys putting a washing machine in a boat) and to make this chosen picture the beginning, middle and ending of a narrative.

this was meant to be a fast and rough activity, where each 3 panels acted as one 'narrative'. (i really loved the look of outlining my student ID to make the panels, so this style does come up later lol)

my first row - there is a birds nest inside the machine, that the guys are carefully trying to transport.

my second row - the guys have stolen the washing machine and are being chased by a riot!

my third row - not much they're literally just struggling with the washing machine👍🏾

i think this activity was a cool way to try and reinforce the idea that without any context, an image can be interpreted in anyway very easily.

the next task was to tie two of the images together with a narrative - the whole thing being 9 panels long. for this i chose this picture of a woman sharing her singular chip with a bird with the washing machine photo, recycling my very first narrative idea from the task before ^w^

[prettyboykatsuki]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3 

[soleilnomoon]

hi!! can i request sabo with someone who was friends with him ace and luffy when they were kids?? and then she joins the straw hats so she and sabo meet again in the future in dressrosa?? thank u!!

hello!! ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ i love sabo sfm, so here is an extra special, angst-filled, childhood friends w. asl reunion fic for you, anon <3

1.2k words, fem reader (no pronouns), sfw (surprise), angsty because that's my love language these days (◍•ᴗ•◍); no warnings, i kept it tame for y'all (for now)

there are times when you wonder if memories have a shelf life; do they grow legs, walk off, never to be seen again? or, do they rot — time turning them into bitter, mindless creatures that lack cohesion and reason, that wrap around you tight enough to make you scream at nothing in the middle of the night, that no matter how hard you try to repair and make sense of them, you’re always unsuccessful. 

there are memories you don’t mind losing, and there are those that you want to keep forever. 

one memory in particular serves as a punishing reminder of how ruthless life can be, of how you need to hold onto those closest to you — the fear of losing anyone again has made you overly anxious, despite luffy’s reassurance over the years, the fear never leaves you. but, you get better at managing it; get better at masking your true emotions and feelings on the matter; get better at forgetting that you shriek so loudly when no one’s around because it’s the only way you can get yourself to feel something.

you remember running through tall grass, the blades rough and unforgiving, the evidence of their treachery on the various cuts they leave on your skin; you know better than to just run through like that, especially when it’s overgrown like that — as if it’s furiously reminding the inhabitants of the island that this is their territory. you remember tripping and falling because the strap of your sandal falls apart from overuse, tiny ants crawling along your foot as you attempt to tie the strap somehow. you remember it being particularly sunny that day, that you were excited to show the boys your latest drawing — of them and you, of dadan and the other bandits you’ve come to love, of makino, the mayor, and, naturally, luffy’s grandfather. you spent so much time making it, so much time ensuring that you got everyone’s likeness correct.

once the sandal is somewhat fixed, you take off again, scurrying to dadan’s place, eager to seek out everyone to show them what you’ve made.

when you arrive, the atmosphere is solemn, tense; everyone is crying, and you can’t find ace, luffy, or sabo anywhere. by the time dadan catches sight of you, she tells you what occurred; your head spins at the revelation, a funny feeling clamping down on your chest as your face scrunches up in disbelief. there’s no way that sabo’s dead; not after all he worked hard to accomplish? the boy who changed your apathetic outlook on life just a few short years prior, the boy who held your hand when ace was being exceptionally mean, the boy whose smile rivaled the sun’s, with brilliant eyes that put you at ease. the sad boy who laughed at your stupid jokes, the glue to your small group. the betrayal of his death cut deeply; a wound that never closed, never healed. and when you find luffy and ace together, you sit next to them quietly, the tears finally subsiding, your cheeks flushed, eyes bloodshot. it’s then that you understand the inherent cruelty of the world, that there are higher powers that are strong and wicked, that the navy is useless, and that no matter how much you pray sabo isn’t coming back.

you take a little longer than the others to depart the island, but you have no real goal of chasing after anything anymore. it’s by chance that you run into luffy again after a few months of being apart. upon seeing your familiar face, he suggests you join him — and who are you to deny your oldest friend, especially with such a compelling request?

as time goes on, where you forge newer, impactful memories with your newfound extended family, you begin to feel a little less lonely, and much more at home. it’s not until you read about ace’s capture, and then hear about his subsequent death thereafter, that you truly understand how implicitly biased the universe is. did it not hear your pleas all those years ago? where you desperately cried night after night, underneath thick blankets with the hope that neither ace nor luffy would hear you. it’s then that your heart aches for your captain’s loss — which is your loss too, but it’s different for him. you know that — and you make a vow to yourself, to stay alive. ace and sabo lived life to the fullest and you will too.

you’re not one to keep up with newspaper articles, don’t actively pay attention to the political ongoings of the world and the various kingdoms and countries — if it doesn’t relate to luffy or your crew mates, you don’t really care — so it’s no surprise that you don’t know. and when you reunite with everyone after all those years, when your new adventure brings you from one hectic mess to another, when the dust settles after doflamingo’s defeat, your wish is finally granted.

it’s not that you don’t believe in miracles, and it’s not that you like to hold on to unnecessary ties to your past; but the sight of him, after twelve years of being apart, shocks you so badly you can’t speak. your crew mates give you space to talk, and with each step he takes forward, you take one back. seeing is believing, but your eyes must be playing tricks on you; you refuse to believe that he’s alive. it’s just too much for you.

with a small smile, understanding that you most likely need time to process, sabo removes his hat, nervously playing with the brim and that’s when you see it. his eyes, hardened with time and tragedy, still look the same to you; full of hope, full of whimsy and mischief. the accompanying smile is what makes you pry yourself away from the wall and take tentative steps towards him. he, too, feels compelled to bridge that gap between you. so he does. one of the things you missed about having sabo around, is the way he’d hug you as if he didn’t want to let you go, like you’re the most precious thing to him out of everything and everyone in his life. he’s never openly admitted that, and you’ve never needed him to. 

the questions surge in the back of your mind, desperate to claw their way out of you; but you refrain and choose to be present in this moment instead. with your head buried against his chest, the tears that you’ve bottled for so many years finally spill free. and even though you’re a sobbing mess, sabo’s always admired the way you feel things so intensely, so he holds you like that, for as long as you both can tolerate it, before you finally sit down and talk. the reunion is brief, but worth it. that destitute feeling that’s weighed heavily around your shoulders for most of your life finally dissipates. his presence immediately erases all of that negativity and fills your world with warmth all over again. 

this is a memory you will keep for the rest of your life and even beyond that. you know there are no such thing as second-chances — not really, anyway — but you like to think that this definitely is a second-chance at life; one where you’re not so cynical about things, where you cherish every moment and the people around you, where you know that no matter what, somewhere out there, sabo is still alive, carrying ace’s torch and reaching that freedom he’s craved for so, so long. 

[recklessfiction]

You've never seen a royal court, not outside of classical art but that certainly does no justice to what you witness as you step through the immense doors of the palace foyer.

Oh, what the Syndicate wouldn't give to see this.

Lords and ladies, insofar as you could describe them, with their vibrant robes and ornamented faces, dot the grand hall. They sit closely together filling the room with booming laughter and a constant buzz of poorly hushed gossip. Along the walls, couriers stand in waiting, decanters filled with gold and black liquids and meats sculpted into spirals balance on trays and you wonder if perhaps those are natural shapes.

It is the centre of the room which draws your eye, though. An immense throne, round and polished white like a hollowed out pearl. You squint, looking closer before recoiling. Sculpted into it, shaping the rounded edges are a mass of stone figures, each reaching desperately around the edge of the curved throne for the figure sitting within. Its a wanton, cloying thing and you try to imagine what kind of person would willingly seat themselves within it.

You don't have to wonder long as eyes meet you from across the room. Eyes that would feel more at home on a goat. You reach behind you and pull the hood of your jacket up over your face.

"Child," a voice calls out and there is a sudden silence.

You feel your heart sink into your stomach at the sound of it. Its like nothing you've ever heard before, a multitude of voices as one, some deep and guttural and others lilting and sweet. It echoes in your ears.

"Child," it repeats, "Where have you been? And what, pray, have you brought me?"

On either side of you, the Lordling and the Knight bow low and from behind you, you hear as the rest of the retinue follows suit. Unsure, frightened, overwhelmed, you jerk into a short bow yourself, if only to look away from that face.

"Mother," the Lordling begins, "I had told you of the one who saved me from the acolytes of Proportion. Well, I have found them!"

All eyes in the hall are suddenly on you, curious and heated. The irritated grunt of the Knight brings you some comfort but you keep your hood lowered, unwilling to look out over the court, and no doubt, over what must be the Matriarch.

"Have you indeed?" she asks and you hear a creaking sound followed by a rush of whispers, "A most powerful priest, no doubt?"

"W-well," the Lordling's voice is hesitant, but again, that layered voice speaks.

"Come forward, solemn one, and we shall see whose hand you serve under."

More creaking and the whispers grow louder. None too gently, you are pushed forward and your feet begin to move beneath you. You glance up from beneath your hood and your breath stops.

The...thing, the Matriarch is uncoiling herself from within the chair, unfurling like a flower, only as she unfolds, you suddenly see just how immense she is. There is no shape to her, only a mass of vibrant feathers and opalescent hair that touches the floor. She...shouldn't be able to fit in that chair, she shouldn't be able to and she's still coming out. You feel sick.

Finally, your feet bring you to her and there is a sudden, explosive scent of incense which threatens to knock you wholly on your ass. You blink and look up, up, up, into a small, serene face set like a mask into the mass of hair, feathers, and jewellery.

"Such a strange thing," she hums, and her, hair and feathers twist and coil, reaching out towards you, tipping your hood back, "Now, who has claim over you?"

Your breath is coming in short, sharp bursts now but in the shadow of this incomprehensible Queen, you cannot find it in yourself to move. The tendril inches closer before just brushing your forehead.

And the world collapses around you.

You hear laughter, shrill and manic. You hear screaming, horrified, desperate, and growing ever closer. Where you are now is dark but there are flashes; faces appearing so close to your own that you fall back, but still they come.

You see them now, some enormous, necks curling and coiling down to stare. Others are your size, and your eyes catch on one with twelve pristine porcelain faces and a crown for each. Some sing gently in your ears, a song that, while you don't understand it, brings a blush to your cheeks while some carry weapons which they use to hack at the flesh of the others.

Blood splatters across your face as they cut their way towards you, but it doesn't seem to truly do any harm, since it seems you are being closed in from all sides. The singing, the laughter, the screaming begins to crescendo and you feel hands on you, pulling, tugging, ripping you closer.

Priest, they chant, Priest, Priest, Servant, Summoner. Tie yourself. Tie yourself, Tie yourself to me. To me, to me, to me!

You scream.

And find yourself back in the hall.

The world is silent save for the sound of you heaving on the polished floor. Your arms are shaking and you still feel the hot blood on your face. You let yourself curl up, your forehead resting against the cool tile. From above you, you hear the familiar creaking of the Matriarch as she moves back to her terrible throne.

"You are untethered," she says, "And yet much desired, it would seem. How strange, and yet how excellent you must be, for our gods to offer themselves to you."

You feel hands on your shoulders and you are pulled to your feet. The Lordling is at your side, eyes wide and expression mildly horrified.

"You are welcome, of course," the Matriarch continues, "in this place. It is we who are most blessed by your arrival."

You can't speak. You don't even try. You can only lean on the Lordling as they bow, leading you quickly out of the hall. You feel watched, and indeed, all eyes follow you as you go, some terrified, others glinting with hunger. But no, you feel something else. Eyes like a weight on your shoulders, in your mind.

The gods have seen you now. And they continue watching.

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idea i have for yan!senpai. him but with a hikikomori s/o whos very shy

Okay, I have no idea what took me so long to get to this but I absolutely love this idea. Having a character as extroverted and as charismatic as Sen with an s/o who you could consider hikikonori is an interesting idea enough, so I'm definitely gonna enjoy adding the yandere trope into it teehee. Thank you for your request, Anon! Feel free to request anything else you want me to do any time! Hope you enjoy this!

(Might do a part two to this later, idk😌)

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You were quite the anomaly, weren't you?

To the rest of the school you were, at least.

You were the cutest thing, really, but agonizingly shy. Your voice was so soft and beautiful to listen to, but to bad he barely ever got to hear it. The girls, his followers, they picked on you. They saw your shyness as a sign of weakness that they jumped at the opportunity to exploit it, and it made him sick to his stomach.

Everyday he tried lecturing them about the basics, right as they gathered towards him at the beginning of the day : bullying is bad, it's okay to be shy, and not hanging onto his backpack every second of the day doesn't make someone a subhuman. You know, the usual things teachers would tell younger students at painfully long assemblies and lectures. But they never seemed to listen.

They always had those excuses that made Sen want to grip them up by their throats, face almost blue with rage and a desire for revenge. But he never did. It wouldn't be very Senpai-like to do that in the public eye now would it?

Speaking of "not very Senpai-like" actions, it was about lunchtime, which meant it was time for his favorite part of the day. His legs wobbled in anticipation as he carried himself to his destination, the air feeling cleaner than it usually did. Maybe that was a sign, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of however, is that you would be sitting in your usual spot for lunch period, like you did every other day. It's not like anyone else accompanied you to lunch, so he understands why you're all alone. Sometimes it's better to just accept isolation than to force yourself to into the presence of people who could never appreciate you. It's nothing to feel bad about. If Sen himself were in your position, he wouldn't do anything but the same.

Seeing you sitting under that same cherry tree made his heart flutter. The falling petals perfectly complemented every part of you, it was as if this was some scene in a cheesy romance visual novel. Humming to himself, he fixed his loose tie and called out to you by your name. You instantly looked up, a cute look of surprise on your face, and your eyes instantly widened upon seeing who was calling to you.

"S-Senpai?" Your voice quivered, and he only giggled to himself as he made his way to your seat.

"May I sit here?" He asked in a soft tone, smiling. It was a sweet smile, an alluring one, and you felt as if you had no choice than to nod your head.

In all honesty, Senpai was just about the last person you would expect to be sitting next to you right now. Pretty, popular, extroverted, adored. He had every last trait you felt would make up a person that would spit on your image without a shread of hesitation. You were intimidated by him, especially considering every single person who seemed to want to bother you was one of his hopelessly devoted followers. He didn't have a reason to be sitting next to you right now. Did he pity you? Was he bored? You didn't know for sure, and you couldn't tell if that intrigued you or scared you even further.

"So, (Y/N), I was thinking..." Sen twirled a strand of his hair around on his finger, drawing out the sound of his words cutely. You popped right back to the moment, looking at him and awaiting his next words. "How about you come to my house after school?" He looked at you and smiled, tilting his head. You froze. Senpai's house? After school? Today? It just didn't make any sense to you.

However, your shoulders dropped as you realized you wouldn't be able to take the opportunity. You had plans with a close friend, an extremely close one, and you didn't want to let them down. After all, you were sure they hated Senpai. They'd be especially angry if you ditched them for him.

"I'm sorry, Senpai, I can't..." You sighed, and looked away just as Senpai's face dropped and his eyes widened. In the future, Sen would be decently proud you missed that.

"Can't...can't come? W-why?"

Senpai felt his heart shatter right in his chest. This couldn't be. You couldn't come? Why not? It doesn't make any sense to him! He had everything planned out perfectly. This day was supposed to be perfect! He takes you home, he confesses to you, you tell him you love him too, you kiss and hold each other and spend the rest of the day together, he had everything planned! Why were you trying to ruin that for him? How could you be so selfish? He had to know your reason, though. Perhaps it was important, perhaps it would be something he could wrap his pretty head around, and then everything would go right back on track after the two of you settled on a reschedule date.

"Well, why not, if I may ask?" Senpai questioned, pulling himself together enough to sound sophisticated once more. You smiled at him weakly.

"A good friend already made plans with me after school...." You tapped your chin with your finger, as Senpai felt his entire body go numb. Someone...else? A friend? No. That couldn't be right. You were a liar. Sen watched you intensively for the past few months. He didn't see anyone close enough to you on school grounds to be able to make a plan with you.

"W-well, it will only be for a bit! Please, I assure you I won't take up too much of your time!" Senpai pleaded, finding himself placing both of his hands onto a single one of your own, his throat beginning to tighten from his agonizing feeling of helplessness. You looked up at him, saw the desperateness that shone in his eyes, and sighed.

Maybe an hour with him wouldn't hurt.

"Alright Sen, I-I think I can make out some time with you. Just, meet me at the gate, alright?" Senpai after you finished your instructions nodded quickly, happy to have convinced you.

Soon, the sound of the end of period bell rang, and the two of you got up, Senpai doing so a little bit quicker than anyone usually would. He smiled at you one more time, patting you on the head and bidding you farewell, and he left before you could give him a response back.

Senpai was glad he was able to convince you, and he was even gladder that he was so quick to figure out a plan for your meeting.

The sedative was packed nicely in his pocket, the syringe he was planning on using was wrapped neatly in the other. He was planning on only using those if completely warrented. For example, if you demanded him to let you leave. But, now he sees that the scum of the world are already kicking down your door and demanding your time. He's not the only one who wants you anymore, and that fact alone makes Senpai's blood boil. You're his. You belong to him. He thought the shyness you had was a plus, but now he sees you're falling victim to bleeding-heart worms who only wish to be with you for pity reasons. It made him sick.

You deserve better.

And by the time this day is done, he's going to finally be able to give you better.

[theowritesstuff]

Please, HG! He's my baby, I just wanna love him! My request is he saying “my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own.” to a black reader 🤲🏿

Hello anon! I really hope this doesn’t come off as mean, but I try to write my fics with super generic details so that anyone can read them, and picture themselves in them.

But if I am writing something that makes anyone feel like they can’t be in my stories please please please let me know so I can fix it 💖

My Heart Is Yours

HG Wells x gn!reader

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General Taglist: @neptuneswritingwork @violetrainbow412-blog

It was finally finished. The time machine stood completed in the H.G. Wells exhibit. It was finally time for H.G. to go home.

He stood in the exhibit staring at it. He was dressed in his clothes from when he first traveled here. The button-up, vest, tie, and jacket weren’t as comfortable as the clothes you gave him.

He’d definitely miss just wearing a shirt with jeans. He also figured people would question him about his new look. His clean shaven face was bound to draw attention. He had to admit, he did enjoy not having hair on his face, it also made him look younger.

“Alright, ready to go?” You asked from behind him.

He turned to look at you. Your beauty was captivating. He should’ve taken more time to fix the machine, so he’d have more time with you.

Or he could’ve just forgotten about the machine, and stayed here with you forever. He chuckled at the thought.

He remembered when you found him. You strictly told him you wouldn’t house him forever, at the time thinking he just needed to see a doctor. As your time together went on you warmed up to him.

You gave him a place to stay, clothes to wear, and food to eat. He spent any time he wasn’t working on the machine with you.

You were kind to him, and he was sweet to you.

It was expected to find yourself falling for him. But he found himself falling for you as well. He told you how taken he was with you one night, when you picked him up from the museum.

You had food cooked for him when you got home, and had told him about the schematics he’d left on the table earlier. You told him about ideas you had that might help him with the machine.

Your hands moved around excitedly as you spoke, when you finished you looked at him, eagerly awaiting his reply. He was staring at you, but it looked like he wasn’t listening to a word you said.

“H, are you listening?” You asked him.

“Of course I am. Whenever you speak it’s as if, for the first time, I’m hearing a melody I’ll keep in my head forever.”

His words surprise you. You don’t know how to respond, no one’s said anything so beautiful to you before.

H.G. takes your silence as a negative reaction, quickly shaking his head and apologizing. He starts to talk about what you’ve jus explained to him, but you cut him off.

You turn his face so that he’s looking at you again. “H? Thank you.” You lean closer to him, and softly press your lips to his.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, while your hands cup his face.

He’s now regretting that kiss. Well, the rational part of his brain is. The other part is currently telling him to pick up a wrench and throw it at the machine with the intent to break something.

You could sense his discomfort. You took a step forward so you were standing next to him.

“H, you’re going to go home, and do so many extraordinary things. I mean, look at everything you have to look forward to.” You gesture to the walls of the exhibit.

“I just wish there was a way for us to be together.” He said, taking your hand in his.

“Hey, you’re gonna go back, and give your heart to someone who truly loves you, someone you’ll love. And I bet now you’ll have a whole line of people at your door with that cute face.” You attempt to joke.

H.G. looks like he’s trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“My heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own.” He whispers, tears forming in his eyes.

You brush the tears away with your thumbs, and hold back tears of your own.

“My heart is yours too.” You whisper to him.

“Come with me!” He says, hands now moving to hold your waist.

“What?” You ask him, genuinely confused.

“Come with me! Back home! I know it’ll be very different, but then we could be together, for the rest of our lives.” He says hurriedly.

“H-”

“I know I will never find another person that makes me feel the way you do Y/n, so please, please come with me.” He pleads with you.

You glance back at the machine, then look into his emerald eyes again. Your heart clenches at the thought of letting him leave you.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.”