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helsensm · 2 months

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Can’t remember what was the premise for this and I’m too lazy to make a decent comic out of it, so just have this poorly digitalized railao doodle I found in my sketchbook, y’all can add any context you want~

I posted some Kung Lao and mk1 Kung Jin headcanons earlier, so now I think I’ll drop railao thoughts too. Nothing too crazy - I prefer to read/hear about other’s hc more than to think about them myself afgHjHh

- Raiden fell first, but Kung Lao fell harder.

- Lao did confess first tho. After the mk1 events and some chill time together they both realized that they can't stand being separated and stressed about the other’s safety.

- They used to have these red-string “lucky bracelets” when they were kids but stopped wearing them in middle school (prob lost them or because it wasn’t “cool” anymore hah). Later, after mk1 when they officially started dating, they got a pair of matching ones, as a substitute for the wedding rings. 😊 (now go find all of them on my railao art 👀)

- Right now (mk1 and right after) Raiden’s hair is longer than Lao’s, but Lao is growing his hair out so in the future he’ll be rocking that one long-ass braid we all love. 🥰 Also he has no idea how to style hair besides the ponytail and a simple braid, so sometimes Raiden will do his hair for him as soon as it grows long enough.

- Since childhood Raiden collects cool rocks he found around the village and sometimes he gives them to Lao. I suspect that Raiden is a penguin.

- When Lao noticed that the flower petals have a strange tendency to follow him everywhere, he began collecting them and leaving in various places, including Raiden’s home and school desk. After they got together, the petals would follow Raiden on their own volition every time the two are separated. 🌸

- Lao began to pierce his ears right after the school graduation and Raiden thinks he looks cool, but he did only one piercing per ear for himself much later. Although I'm starting to dig Novice’s idea that he can’t wear them because of his lightning powers. 🤔

- Raiden calls Kung Lao just “Lao” or “my Lao” (but not in a “professional setting”, like on missions or in front of people who are not considered their friends). Kung Lao loves giving Raiden cheesy nicknames.

- Lao is so passionate in his affection, he’s borderline aggressive, he kisses and hugs like it’s their last time. Raiden is more sensual and a fan of prolonged physical touch, like holding hands for the whole day.

- Kung Lao is a professional shit talker and yapper, Raiden just nods and listens. He remembers everything tho, even if it’s something ridiculous that Lao himself will forget after five minutes.

- Lao actually can cook at a reasonable level. I also think he’s very creative and resourceful and can make a decent meal from a limited number of ingredients.

- A relatively new follow-up hc inspired by this tt and personal experience discussion with D3rpy: Kung Lao eats like a vacuum cleaner and can’t stand people wasting food because when he was a kid his family had a rough few years when they could barely afford enough food. And although things have changed for the better, it’s a habit now, he’s like a stray animal - you can’t waste food when you don’t know when you’ll eat next. Also this is when he got closer to Raiden’s family, hanging out in his house more often.

#sorry for typos and errors - wrote this while being ✨drunк✨#raiden #mk raiden #kung lao #railao #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #helsensm art

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pigeonpeach · 2 months

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I’ve Loved You From the Start

Chiori x oni fem reader

Cw: nudity, Fem reader, reader is big bodied. Pinning, fluff with some suggestive themes

“You don’t like it?” You said surprised. The kimono your friend had seemingly slaved over was truly magnificent to you. The beautiful patterns matched well with your horns. It covered every inch of skin yet allowed you full mobility. It was a boost of confidence to you, for your size was rarely provided in stores. Your weight was healthy for your kind, but humans still regarded you as obese even if the weight was mostly muscles. You were actually considered “underweight” by your oni parents who worried you were too skinny whenever you would visit. Truth be told you had to lose weight if you didn’t want to go out practically nude like Itto did.

“It conceals too much to me… most women don’t even conceal their ankles anymore much less everything below the neck.” She eyed you with a stern expression you couldn’t crack. But knowing her you figured she was up to something. Chiori hardly ever hates her creations. Old ones she views as learning experiences. You didn’t give her much creative freedom so that might be the reason.

“We-well I have to. Anything more revealing and I’d get those comments again.” You sighed.

“Oh please those folk are simply jealous. Your body is far more beautiful than any of those old crones were in their prime and they know it.” She said as she circled you like a shark. She lifted your hands and examined every inch until she just eyed your chest. Which protruded so.

“Well they weren’t all old people but I just can’t find anything my size there at all. I needed something like this but the price to have something customized is more than for other… normal bodies…”

“Nonsense. I won’t charge you a dime. If anything this is good for business. It shows I’m capable of branching out from the societal expectation. That my clothes aren’t simply for one body type but all who come in. And besides, you are far more eyecatching than any other model.” She spoke casually. You tensed a little but relaxed, a blush settled on your cheeks.

“You’re sure you don’t need anything? I could do a favor if you won’t accept my mora. I just can’t take this from you without giving something back.” You said politely. She paused, finally looking in your eyes.

“Are you busy today? I know you’re here on a trip but… I’d like to use you as inspiration for more possible projects.” She walked over to the curtains to draw them, placing s closed sign in the window and making sure not a single ray of sun would leak through.

“No actually. I was just going to go sightseeing in Fontaine. I hardly ever get to leave Inazuma so I made sure to have plenty of time before I return.” You eyed her suspiciously. She brought the paper screens to enclose the space, so even if someone walked in they wouldn’t see you two.

“Undress then.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I’d like to see your body as bare as possible. I’m going to do some sketches for possible outfits.” She pulled out her sketchbook as she gathered some other utensils to draw with. You gulped. “You offered to pay me with a favor so this is the favor I ask of you. But if you’re uncomfortable I could find another way.”

“Uh… can I at least keep my panties on.” You asked. She sighed.

“If you must.”

Even though Chiori had been a good friend of yours in Inazuma, and had also brought you to the hot springs before, and had routinely seen you in your underwear, it was rather odd to stand posing while she scribbled. You felt incredibly nervous.

“Excellent. Turn around for me.” She instructed. You did so. “So obedient.” She whispered. You wondered if you misheard that. But either way you trusted Chiori. You knew she meant no harm, she wouldn’t do anything against your wishes.

“Um… might I ask what you’ll do with the sketches?” You asked.

“Make the one I find suits you most. I’ll admit its a shame you don’t prefer more feminine clothes.”

“Well I do its just I hardly get to wear them.” You explained. She seemed to light up at that clarification.

“Perfect, because that’s all i have been designing. Now if you’ll allow me I’d like to get a closer look.” She said.

“That’s fine with me.” Your approval seemed to evoke something as she circled you once more. You felt as though she’d bite or do something at any second. It felt invigorating. You had never felt sexy or desirable until you met Chiori. She treated you like you were the epitome of beauty itself. You did however deeply miss her In Inazuma. You felt safe walking with her down the streets. She had on many occasions left your hasslers speechless and sobbing on some occasions. She was known for her brutal honesty, even when faced with nobility. Its why you knew for certain she was honest in her intentions. And you knew that you would receive many outfits in the mail once you got home.

“Chiori… you’ve always been honest with your…um… sexual interest in me but I never knew exactly why?” You croaked as you struggled to maintain a facade of strength and endurance.

“Do you not realize that you’re almost what every lesbian would crave? A big beautiful wife, with a plumb chest and behind, thighs thick enough to crush, tall, strong, and oh so polite. You’re everything a femme could want. If only you would leave Inazuma. You know, a fellow fashion designer caught sight of my sketches of you from back then and she wanted to know if you would be her model.” Her voice never wavered in any sort of embarrassment. You however felt a shrill run up your spine.

“O-oh.. i didn’t realize you like women too.”

“How?!” She seemed baffled at that response. “Oh please no man could ever compare to even the most basic of women. The curves, the plumps, the lips-“

“No i just didn’t want to assume anything. I figured you might have been but i thought it was wrong to make assumptions.” You quickly clarified.

“Good. I’ve made my interest in you far too obvious. It truly is a shame you didn’t want to come to Fontaine with me then.” She sighed. “People here seem to like you. They don’t have the biases of those retirement aged folk in inazuma. They see you as a stranger but also a kind one. I heard you helped a beached boat the other day, those sailors boasted about how you did the work of five men in one push. I’ve even noticed how the former hydro archon eyes you when we passed her the other day.” You truly were baffled.

“I-i was too worried then that.. i’d slow you down. Please say you’re not playing up my reputation here. I do love fontaine but If I leave Inazuma I want to be certain its the right choice of place.” You looked her in the eye as she still eyed your chest. Her hand reaching up to gently play with it. She looked at you as you turned red.

“I assure you my intentions aren’t just to keep you here with me. I have missed you greatly while here. The letters I sent don’t convey that enough to me. But I swear on a oathe that you could sue me for, the majority of fontainians I have heard from have nothing but admiration or curiosity to you. And if they had anything else I wouldn’t hesitate to correct them.” You kneeled so her hand could reach your face and brush the hair behind your ear. Her face was closer to you now as you looked at her. “I swear on the very life of every citizen in every nation, I would protect and provide for you if you just moved here.”

Your faced turned red, a expression of embarrassment and flattery. “I didn’t realize your feelings were that deep.. I just thought you found me attractive.” You gulped. You had been a expert with pushing feelings down, you loved Chiori but you never wanted to weigh her down. You worried your heritage would ruin her reputation or chances in life. You loved her so much that you had been slightly envious of that special patrol lady who had seemed so close to her. But you kept it to yourself.

“I have long viewed you for more than your tits, the reason I look at them so much is simply because of our height difference. But your body is not the reason I know those stereotypes are wrong, that every liar who says you are something else is wrong. I have witnessed your facade crack to reveal someone who is strong in every sense. You may lift a log but you do so for the child who’s stuffed animal was underneath it. You stopped your own and first vacation to help a beached boat and regularly step in to safe those in trouble. Your scars aren’t from battle but from good deeds. Your heart is more golden and radiant than any ring or necklace. If you were a stone, you would be the most precious and sought after. I have loved you all this time and I am not ashamed of it in any regard.” She said bluntly. Instinctively you pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist one bit but instead moved her hands to your waist that instant. A wave of relief and excitement rushed over you int that instant.

Afterawhile she pulled away. “Now let me show you the extent of my love to you, so you can understand just how beautiful you truly are to me.” Her eyes shone with a desire no longer hidden. You nodded as you laid on your back, your legs spreading slightly.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #wlw #chiori x reader #chiori x you #oni reader #fem reader #suggestive themes #fluff

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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Congrats!!! Could I request diamond with Echo???

You Make My World Brighter

Summary: Echo’s not sure why she chose him, but he does know that he’ll love her through everything, if she gives him the chance.

Pairing: TBB Echo x Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: None

Prompt: Diamond - Everlasting Love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry if this isn't good, I'm fighting a sickness and I tried my best.

The first time Echo met her, it was when he was still with the 501st. She was an artist who stood toe to toe with General Skywalker and yelled at him for ruining artwork that was older than the entire Jedi Order put together, and then she fussed over the canvas as though it was actually her child.

Even then, Echo thought that she was stunning.

But he was a soldier at war, and she was a civilian who was displaced by the war. A relationship wasn’t possible at the time.

Even if her smile gave him butterflies, and the idea of her favoring anyone else with that smile made him borderline homicidal.

Honestly, Echo never expected to see her again.

So running into her on Pabu was a genuine shock.

He knew that she probably wouldn’t recognize him, they barely had one conversation, after all. And he looks different now.

But she looked him in the eye and called him by name, a delighted smile on her face.

Turns out even after years, after torture, and after the end of the war, her smile still gives him butterflies.

That was months ago, now.

And somehow he managed to claim her as his girlfriend. Or…maybe she claimed him as her boyfriend. Honestly, he’s still not sure. They just started spending time together, and then, one day, they were kissing.

Not that he’s complaining. But there was no conversation.

He kind of wishes that they would talk, though. It would be nice to know where he stands with her. Because she’s everything to him.

His gaze drifts over to her, sprawled on the bed next to him with her nose buried in a sketchbook, and a smile crosses his lips. He loves her so much.

She’s still an artist, but she doesn’t use canvas anymore. Instead she inks her art on people’s skin, and she’s good. Very good. She’s given Hunter three more tattoos, though she was very hesitant about continuing his skeleton tattoo.

As much as Echo would love a tattoo from her, she hasn’t offered. And though he asked, she didn’t say one way or the other if she was willing. He’s hoping that this is just a miscommunication and not her not wanting her art on his body.

“I have it!”

Echo starts at her excited exclamation, “Have what?” He asks, watching as she scrambles to her knees and turns to face him, her sketchbook pressed against her chest.

“Your tattoo design!”

He blinks at her, startled, “You’ve been designing a tattoo for me?”

“Yeah, of course!” She turns the sketchbook so that it’s facing him, “Here, take a look. It’s a very…symbolic tattoo.”

Echo takes the book and motions for her to settle next to him as he scans the picture. It's a very colorful field of flowers. “Can you explain it to me?”

“Mm, sure.” He points to the center of the tattoo, “Forget-Me-Nots, fives of them, one for each member of Domino Squad who was stationed on Rishi,” Echo trails his fingers over the five small blossoms in a field of white, and then follows her finger to the next section, “Two forget-me-nots in a field of blue flowers,” She explains, “You and Fives with the 501st.”

Echo releases a soft laugh, “The same yet different?”

She shrugs, “I never saw you all as being the same.” Her fingers skip to the final part of the tattoo, “A forget-me-not and a rose twined together, settled in a field of hundreds of different flowers.” She favors him with a bright smile, “You and me and Pabu.” She explains.

He blinks at her, soft affection swelling in his chest, “So, does this mean you want to be my girlfriend?”

“I thought I already was?”

“You never specified.” Echo admits, “So I wasn’t sure.”

She hums thoughtfully, and then she reaches out and pulls him down into a kiss, “Then let me be clear. I want to be yours and only yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Echo chuckles as he tugs her onto his lap, “So, forever then?”

“Forever doesn’t sound long enough.” She replies against his lips, “But I suppose it’s a good start.”

#star wars #tbb #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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roarriita · 1 year

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roommates - ellie williams (3)

femreader!xelliewilliams!

part two, here

// initial summary: the day after you officially moved into your new college dorm, you decide to take a look around the school, getting familiar to the clubs that they have to offer as well as the libraries, classes and cafeteria. you come back to your dorm in hopes of taking a shower and sitting in quiet solitude, but your plans are disrupted by your new roommate moving in… ellie williams. //

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your mind replayed the moment between you and ellie over and over again. she barely touched you and your body was already plagued with perverted feelings for her. you internally screamed at yourself, asking what the hell was wrong with you. "fuck." ellie cursed as she looked down at her phone.

"everything alright?" you asked, setting your book down.

"no." she looked up at you, holding onto her sketchbook tightly. "my weed guy got busted by his parents last night. now i have to find someone else."

"oh..." you said, not knowing how to respond.

"ah, shit," ellie cursed scooting closer to the edge of her bed. "are you against that kind of stuff? i swear, i won't smoke in our dorm."

you chuckled. "no, no, you're good. a lot of my friends in high school smoked so i'm more than okay with it."

ellie's worried face fell as a smile overtook her lips. "oh okay." curiosity getting the best of her, she then asked. "have you ever smoked?"

you let out a nervous chuckle. "oh, no."

"what?" ellie was pretty shocked. "you're telling me that you used to be friends with a bunch of stoners and yet you've never even tried it?"

"yeah." you leaned back on your headboard.

"have you ever wanted to?" ellie asked, getting up.

you tilted your head up, following her green eyes that reminded you so fondly of the forest in spring. "i mean, yeah a little. i guess i was always just too nervous about how i'd react."

"right... i was totally the same way when i first did it." ellie assured. "would you be up to trying it now?"

"are you inviting me to a smoking session with you?" you asked with a slight grin.

"if you're up for it, why not?" ellie shrugged, mirroring your grin. you thought about it for a moment. you've always wanted to try it, but could never work up the nerves to do so and now here's your cute roommate, extending an invite to try it with her. ellie caught the hesitation on your face and backtracked. "but you don't have to, if you don't want to. first times can be scary, i get that."

"no, i want to." you said without another second to ponder. "i think i'm ready."

ellie's smile grew. "my ex-best friend from middle school told me we couldn't be friends anymore because her mother thought i was a bad influence. i honestly thought she was just being homophobic but now... well, now i think she had a good point."

you got up from your bed to put your book away. "well shit, i share a dorm with you. i must be totally fucked."

ellie chuckled. "awh, don't worry. i promise i'll be gentle with you." she then walked over to your desk and picked up the flyer for tonight's party. the auburn-haired girl cursed under her breath at the realization of where she'll have to go tonight to find a new dealer.

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the sound of loud and obnoxious music playing, could be heard distantly from where you and ellie stood. the house flickered with random bright lights as wasted college students stumbled out of the front door and sober ones, wanting so desperately to mirror their counterparts, walked inside. ellie sighed in discomfort at having to go in there. "fuck me."

you smiled at how loosely she let curse words fly out of her pretty lips. "oh, come on, it can't be that bad." you grabbed one of ellie's hand and dragged her to the front door.

"no way, you came!" the meathead from earlier cheered at the sight of ellie.

"brody." ellie uncomfortably smiled.

"and you brought a hot friend?" he got off the fence railing and walked over to you and ellie. the two of you were still holding hands, and she became well aware of that when your grip on her hand tightened. "what's your name?"

"(y/n)." you answered.

"that's such a pretty name." brody smirked as he looked you up and down. was brody attractive? sure. was he your type? hell no.

"thanks, i'll make sure to tell my mom you said that." you joked.

brody laughed a little too hard at your joke. "oh, i get it 'cause your mom named you! good one."

you laughed awkwardly with him but slightly pulled ellie closer as a way to let her know that you were very uncomfortable. "okay, i'm just gonna cut to the chase. i only came here in hopes of finding a weed dealer. do you know of anybody that can help me with that?"

"oh, definitely." brody answered. "follow me." as the two of you followed the frat guy inside, you found the sweaty bodies, loud music and hot aroma completely suffocating. your heart rate increased with every step you took further inside the house. describing yourself as overwhelmed in this very second was an understatement.

ellie on the other hand, was very use to this scene. in high school, she'd frequently find herself at parties she didn't really want to be at but still attended to for the drugs. when she noticed how anxious you were, she interlocked her fingers with yours, instantly making you feel safe and secure.

brody came to a stop right in front of the staircase and then whispered something to the only other guy sitting on the steps. with a nod, he got up. brody turned back around to face the two of you. "alright, from beyond this point, only one of you can go upstairs."

"what, why?" ellie asked over the loud music.

"i don't know, man. those are the rules." brody shouted back. "i guess dude just wants to keep things as private as possible."

ellie stared intensely at brody, then at the guy behind him and finally at you. she thought about it and the idea of leaving you alone in this house made her feel on edge. "never mind." ellie turned back to brody.

a look of shock formed on your face at the thought of ellie passing up weed for you. it's not that big of a deal. you told yourself. she's just being a good friend. "i'll be fine." you shouted. "you should go."

"but-" ellie tried to protest but you cut her off.

"i'm a grown woman with 911 on speed dial, i'll be fine, el! just please go." you told her. "i was already looking forward to smoking it for the first time with you."

ellie took another moment to think before doing what you wanted her to do. "alright, fine. i'll be quick, text me if you need anything."

you felt a wave of emptiness wash over you as ellie dropped your hand. "will do." you told her. she sent you a reassuring look before following the shady guy upstairs and into a horribly lit room. you frowned as you checked your surroundings and took a seat on the second step.

the next 20 minutes that went by felt like forever. as ellie went through the unbelievably difficult process of buying mary jane from a pretentious douchebag, you were being bombarded with small talk and shitty pick-up lines by brody. deep down you could tell brody was an alright guy, he was sweet, easy-going and even a little funny but just not someone you'd want to be with in that way.

unfortunately, towards the end of your conversation with brody, he asked for your phone to put his number in. you panicked and lied, telling him that your phone died.

so now if something awful does happen you can't even text ellie or call 911... great. "i have an idea. don't move, i'll be back." brody told you before walking away. you groaned, stuffing your face in your hands. oh, come on, it can't be that bad. your words from earlier, taunted you. it's a college party, at a frat house, you should've known better.

sooner than you would've wished, brody came back. he wore a goofy grin as he held a marker. "roll up your sleeve." he told you.

"why?" you asked, worriedly.

"so i can write my number on your arm." he said. you held back the screech that begged to come out. dude, take the hint. you thought as you plastered on a fake smile.

"wow, you're so smart." you lied as you rolled up your sleeve.

"i know right," brody said as he grabbed your arm. it took him more than a minute to remember his own number and even longer to release you from his grasp. to him, he thought you two were having a moment as he stared lustfully into your eyes. oh my god, i think i'm going to puke. you thought to yourself and with a tight pull, you finally got his sweaty hand off of you. "make sure you call me as soon as you get your phone charged."

"oh, i definitely will." you lied... again.

"okay, i'm back." ellie came up from behind you. you were so caught up in the feeling of abhorrence for brody that you didn't even notice the auburn-haired girl come down the steps.

you immediately turned around with a smile of relief and wasted no time in grabbing ellie's hand. the girl smirked lightly at your eagerness. "how'd it go?" you asked.

"fine, the guy talked a lot though. i contemplated throwing myself out the window mid-way through our conversation." ellie admitted.

you laughed. "you and me both."

"if you guys want, you could stay a bit longer? it's only midnight." brody offered.

you turned back around to face him but pushed yourself against ellie as you switched which one of her hands you were holding. "um... i'm pretty tired. i think it'd be best if i went home."

brody took a step towards you. "oh come on, i promise one night with me and you won't regret it."

ellie instinctively grabbed your hip and lightly pushed you to walk in front of her. "thanks for the invite but she said she's tired. trust me, i'm her roommate and you do not want to see her when she's running on fumes."

"but-"

"goodnight brody." ellie tried masking the annoyance in her voice as she kept her right hand on your hip and used the other to hold your hand on the left. "on a scale of 1 to 10, how much did he creep you out?"

"is 26 an option?" you sarcastically answered.

she chuckled into your ear causing shivers to run down your spine. once the two of you were atlas out the house, she let go of your hip and walked beside you. "what took you so long, anyway?"

"the dealer wouldn't shut up about how good his weed was and that he had rivals in the area but that they were all shit compared to him." ellie explained. "and in my head i was like dude, i do not give a single fuck but i didn't want him to give me a shitty deal so i kept my mouth shut and just nodded along."

you laughed. "sounds like your night was as bad as mine with mr. wide receiver."

ellie thought back to brody and the way he was looking at you. a hint of jealousy made its way onto her face at the idea of other people thinking of you in that way. her eyes trailed up and down your body as fantasizes of leaving marks where others could see them violated her mind. she's not even yours. the voice in the back of her head, screamed. ellie then realized the tight grip she had on your hand and proceeded to drop it.

you'd be lying if you said that feeling of emptiness didn't return when she did so. nevertheless, you pretended to not notice the sudden release and made conversation as the two of you walked back to your dormitories.

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part four, here

// authors note: thank you so much for the love on my past two chapters, it means the world to me! i wanted to write so much more for this chapter but it was already longer than my other ones, 1.8k words to be more specific. i also have a real big love-hate relationship with this chapter but i honestly think it's just because i had to write a very pushy hetro into the story for the sake of the plot, lmao. please, let me know what you guys think as i love hearing from you guys and care about your opinions. anyways, i hope you guys are having an amazing day and if not, i am sending wishes for that to change immediately! //

#college ellie!#ellie williams #ellie x female reader #elliexfem!reader #topellie #maryjane #stonerellie #tlou #tlou2 #fluff #physical touch love language

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angstylittleguy · 4 months

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Rory's Journal

Rory and Dalton have a conversation about their abilities. Rory is anxious about her memory.

character context: Rory is a mind reader that is unable to control her ability. The voices in her head are constant and the emotions of the people around her are often inflicted onto her. Dalton is a size-shifter whose height is affected by his emotions.

word count: ~900 words

-> In Which Everything Goes Wonderfully Wrong masterpost link: Here

-> character introductions and moodboards: Here

“I didn’t know you kept a journal.”

His words were nothing more than an offhanded remark— something to make conversation— but still Rory smiled sadly at him and set down her pen.

“Oh, yeah. I haven’t kept it for long, but it helps keep my thoughts straight. My short-term memory isn’t the best right now.”

Dalton looked at her with pity in his eyes, and she didn’t miss his swirling thoughts that questioned what to say next. He had a little knowledge on what it was like for her because of her abilities, but it was so hard for Rory to put into words exactly what was going on in her head. She was certain no one would ever understand, and that fact alone made her feel so unbelievably isolated.

“Must be difficult,” Dalton mumbled, his eyes drifting back to the sketchbook that rested on his lap, hand dancing across the page as he began to draw.

Rory hummed in agreement, pulling her headphones on over her ears, and fumbling through her Spotify before picking out a song. Even with the music blasting, Rory could hear Dalton thinking of what he would say next, rehearsing the phrase over and over in his head and then asking himself if he should even say it.

She tried to turn up the music in her ears out of respect— an attempt at giving him some privacy to his own thoughts— but it was already on the max volume.

“I used to sketch when I was angry,” Dalton finally said.

Rory glanced up at him, his hazel eyes still watching with a certain sadness. She slid her headphones down around her neck.

“But I can’t anymore. The pencils snap in half, and sometimes I can’t even hold them at all.”

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. Dalton had never been one to share his feelings, always saying the bare minimum and dealing with things on his own. But now he was forced to wear his heart on his sleeve, any emotion he felt physically displayed for anyone to see. He found it humiliating.

“Superpowers suck.” Rory forced a dry chuckle out, something that could have just as easily twisted into a sob if she dwelled on it any longer.

Dalton’s lips curled into a smirk as he continued to sketch. “Tell me about it.”

She flipped through her journal, searching for the next clean page. There were pages filled with notes about her friends, reminding her how she met them and where she found them, and even the extent of her knowledge about their abilities. She was near-certain that it was something she could never forget, but she had no way of knowing if her memory would ever get worse than it already was.

That was another something that scared her.

Rory fidgeted with the pen in her hand, the music from her headphones blasting into her ears, and Dalton’s thoughts scratching at the nape of her neck.

He was digging through his pencil pouch, looking for the 8B Graphite pencil that was blue with a streak of pink paint close to the pencil’s logo. He was having trouble finding it, and he knew he used it last night, and he could have sworn he put it away.

(Maybe I left it on my desk?)

Rory stared numbly at the blank page, blinking as she tried to organize her thoughts. What was she going to write down again?

(No, there’s no way I left it on the desk. I always put it back in the pouch.)

She was writing down something important. Maybe. Probably? God, why couldn’t she just remember?

Dalton’s mind continued to ramble while he talked to himself, and Rory threw her hands up in frustration. Why did she have to be like this?! She was cursed to hear everyone’s thoughts but her own, and every day it felt like it was only getting worse. Dalton noticed her irritation. “What’s wrong?”

Rory buried her face in her hands, ripping her headphones from her ears and voices flooding her mind. “I can’t remember.”

“Oh— don’t worry,” he tried to reassure her, “I’m sure it’ll come back to you.”

“You don’t understand. I’m hearing the thoughts of everyone twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Sometimes it’s just the people in the room, and sometimes it’s everyone in the city. I can’t remember the last time I experienced genuine silence, and it sucks. I can’t even think for myself because a professor two buildings over is wondering what to buy his wife for her birthday, the girl next door is worried about her roommate because she made a bad grade on a test, and Bennett is three floors below us trying to decide if he should wear his pink hoodie or his blue one. And I’m stuck knowing all of this useless information, and at the same time I can’t even have a single selfish thought about myself because I’ll forget about it in the next five minutes!”

Dalton was quiet for a moment, but Rory didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was going to say next. “I’m sorry.”

She wiped at her eyes before any tears had the chance to fall.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Me too.”

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aakariiiii · 1 year

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The Necklace! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

features: mikey x fem!reader

contains: intruders, mentions of a dagger….cursing.. thats it?

requests: open

a/n: idk if i like this but..enjoy <3

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“I know you guys haven’t made a sound yet, but keep it down. I’m tryna sleep because I’m really feeling sick” your voice, groggy and tired spoke through the phone.

“Huh? Keep it down? What are you talking about, y/n?” Mikey questioned in a puzzled voice.

“Downstairs I mean—”

“Babe we’re literally outside a bakery getting Taiyaki…what in the world are you talking about?”

As soon as the realisation of these words was processed by your mind, your body sent you a rush of adrenaline that made you jolt up.

“Mikey—I swear to God if you’re messing with me I’m gonna beat your ass. It’s not funny.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

With trembling hands and a shaky breath, you hung up the phone and went on to call Draken.

“Yo y/n—”

“Draken you’re downstairs right?”

“Huh? No..I thought Mikey just told you that we’re at the Bakery…Mikey, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Takemitchy, and—”

“Fuck”

“Give me the phone Draken.” You hear Mikey shout from the other side

“Huh? What the fuck is happeni—” Draken asked, receiving no response back as his phone got taken away from him

“Y/n what is happening? is everything okay?”

“Mikey—I think some people broke in—” you were interrupted by your own cough.

“Wait—broke into your house?”

“Yeah—I thought it was you guys since…y’know, you have the spare keys and all but I guess not.” again, your cough interrupts you

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a little fever and some cough. Anyway, I think I can take them on…though I think I might be burning a little but that’s fine…I’ll update you when I’m done bu—”

“You’re an idiot. You know that, don’t you?” he muttered through the phone, then handed the phone to Draken.

“It’s Draken again. Listen, make your room seem as if no one was there and hide in your bathroom. Lock the door too, and stay there. The guys and I are coming, stay on the phone with me or hang up and call Mikey, it’s up to you, but don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can fight too, you know! Plus—“

“Didn’t you say that you were burning up or some shit? I don’t think your body is gonna like that..So shut up and do as I said.”

“But Draken—”

“No. How are you even talking right now anyways?”

“I told you I’m not that tired.”

“No.”

“fine. Idiot.”

You slowly tiptoed your away around your room, gathering a charger, headphones, a water bottle and your sketchbook and a pencil to sketch your boredom away.

Finally, you went to your bathroom and locked the door.

“I’m in.” you inform Draken, who was on the phone with you.

“Good, it might take us a while to get to you though because you’re dumbass boyfriend didn’t want to go anywhere except for that bakery.”

“Sounds like my dumbass boyfriend.”

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It’s been half an hour and you were feeling sleepy and tired. However, the creaking footsteps of the intruders kept you awake and you weren’t so sure you could fight them off anymore now that you can barely keep an eye open

A shiver ran down your back which caused u to involuntarily reach out for the necklace on your neck, only to find out that it’s not there.

“Hey n/n.” Mikey called out to you from behind, wrapping his arms delicately around your torso as if you had a heart made of fragile glass.

“Mhm?” you hummed as he nuzzled into your neck, immediately feeling warm and cozy.

“I’ve got something to give you!”

As soon as he said that, he pulled out from the hug and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket, handing it to you.

“I-I know it’s not much but I just wanted to show you that I appreciate you a lot and everything you do for me and with me..” Mikey said, a flush of red taking over his cute little face making you giggle.

“Aren’t you a cute one?” you said, taking the box from him and admiring with glittery eyes.

You opened the box and immediately felt awestruck— you’ve just seen the most beautiful necklace to ever exist.

“Mikey—" you tear your eyes away from the shining necklace to meet your boyfriend’s.

“Do you like—like it….?”

“Like it? are you kidding me? I love it!”

And with the box in your hand, you threw your arms around Mikey, nearly falling in process but his hands traveled up to your waist, keeping you safe and sound.

“Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course I can!”

And with that, you promised yourself that you’ll protect it forever and hold it dear to your heart.

“You look so pretty”

“Why thank you Mikey! I love you, thank you for the necklace I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

“I love you too!”

As the memory replays in your mind, you jolt from your sitting position.

“The necklace!”

“Huh? the necklace?” Draken’s voice echoes through your headphones.

“It fell, I’m gonna go and get it, I’ll be back in a sec!”

“Y/n! Are you stupid or something? You can barely stand up. What the fuck are you gonna do if they entered your room at that moment? Just stay in the bathroom we’re about 7 minutes away. They could be armed with knives or guns for all you fucking know so stay still or I will physically kill you with the help of your boyfriend.”

“But the necklace, I need it. I’ll just go and get, I wont take long.”

“y/n I’ll fucking—”

“I’ll call you back bye.”

“Y/n—”

And with that, you ended the call and scurried out of the bathroom, your eyes dancing around the floor in search for the necklace.

The moment you spot it, under your bed, your bedroom door creaks open.

“Oh my fucking—”

“Well, well. Who do we have here?” a masked guy spoke.

You quickly grab the necklace and shove it in your pocket.

“Uh—no one haha—just..a table. Go ahead, continue what you were doing! I’m no one—really!” you fumble, beads of sweat racing down your burning forehead as you eye the small dagger in the gloved palm of his hand.

God dammit I hate you and the fact that you’re always right, Draken.

That fuming thought however, was cut off by the other man’s footsteps heading toward you.

“What did you just shove into your pocket?” he asked intimidatingly

“Huh? It’s nothing!! I didn’t shove anything.” you said, tightening your grip around the necklace in your pocket.

“I dont like to repeat my words—“

“It’s nothing!”

“Then empty your pockets right now.”

“No I won’t.”

He comes closer, and wraps his hand around your arm.

“Oh wow” his partner says.

“I dont like disrespecting women but you’re getting on my nerves. Now show me what you just shoved into that pocket of yours?”

Dizziness is taking over you as he tighten his grip over your wrist, making you scoff.

“What a joke. You’re disrespecting women just by doing that—actually just by existing. Get that filthy hand a way from me unless you want to get a taste of my fist in your face, fucking idiot.”

“What the fu—”

“You heard her, get your filthy hands away from my girl you fucking dimwit.” Mikey said, charging onto the intruders, knocking both of them out in one go before they can even get to react.

As soon as you head that voice, your eyes sparkled.

“Mikey!”

“And Draken. You’re so fucking dead to me, y/n” Draken yelled from behind.

“Haha, sorry Draken I had to do that…” you say, scratching the nape of your neck.

“Why did you even get out of the bathroom again?”

“Because she’s fucking dumb—”

“Because the necklace you got me fell accidentally”

You and Draken both said at the same time, glaring at each other.

“Idiot, you could’ve just let it be..I can always get you a new one y’know?” Mikey said, coming closer to you and flicking your forehead.

“Ouch.” you whine.

“I’m so glad you’re alright though..never do that again or I’ll kill you.” He mumbled softly, embracing you with a hug that spoke the unspoken. That spoke both the worry that rattled through him yet the the relief that overpowered every other emotion because he knew that you were the only thing keeping him going right now.

“I know, I’m sorry Mikey, I’ll never do that again I promise.” your soft voice made his heart beat, illuminated his dark blue eyes. Eyes so dark that the moon fled in fear. Yet those same eyes manage to sparkle with love whenever they spot the sight of you.

You can feel his skin melt at your touch.

“Get a room you two. Disgusting. Why am I obligated to witness this madness.” Draken interrupted our moment, making Mikey pull away.

“Now come on, lets get you to bed. You’re burning! I’m gonna get mitsuya to make you some soup. And I have some work to do with our fellow friends right there.” Mikey glared malevolently at the two unconscious guys.

“Oh god. You really are something..” you mumble, fighting the smile tugging at the the corner of your lips.

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#tokyorevengers #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #toman #chifuyu matsuno #draken #kenchin #tokyo revengers sfw #mitsuya #mikey x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey sano #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano

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okay hi

did i promise to make an art... lore dump post literally last month? yes. did i not do it for nearly a month? also yes. and im Very Sorry.

anyway! onto the ranting

So starting off with the obvious, Nanehi's color scheme is based off of the Shawnee tribe's flag!

Obviously more desaturated, but the blue sweater and two yellow stars were meant to show that he's native.

Alright, going in page order I'm just gonna throw around some easter eggs or fun facts or commentary...whatever....

Because this is the only good image I can find of it, Nane wears his parents' wedding bands on a necklace. Because his parents are divorced </3

On page 2, Nane has a poster up on his wall which is my current sketchbook cover in my art class. I believe it's somewhere on my art blog

Nane has a ziptie on his backpack! It doesn't mean anything.

Page 6: The white text that says "what?" is actually a reference to the first debut of Nane - an askblog!

(technically his first word was "huh" but i changed it to what for plot's sake)

Continuing with the black spaces on page 6, the panicked eye doesn't really mean anything. However, the twisted light switch was supposed to represent the noose that shows up at the end of the comic.

For page 7, there's obviously the audience design to talk about, but the things I actually wanna focus on are:

The doodle on the top left, which is Nanehi saying that he thinks he has tinnitus [which he then goes on to immediately deny in the next page]

And the doodle on the bottom right. His fursona is a bunny and if I could, I would've tried to fit more bunny imagery into the comic. But alas :pensive:

Page 13: All the different colored text were the responses I got from a select few people. I showed them the previous panels of the page and asked them what they wanted [there is one distinct person I didn't ask but I will get to them later].

I also want you to keep the... 3rd shade of green in mind [the "i want to see where this goes"]

For this panel on page 15, I wanted it to be known that Nanehi isn't a real person, and they know it. Everyone else's face is squared, even the simply doodled character in the background and the barely visible person in the foreground. Everyone except Nane.

Page 16: Man that's just mold on his shower curtain.

Page 17: There's actually a lot I want to talk about with page 17. Firstly, the design of The Audience. It changed, clearly. Before it was that weird circle thing, but now it's more humanoid - to the point of having hair similar to Nanehi's. The reason being, it's not entirely The Audience anymore. It's The Creator too. Nanehi was based off my fear of being watched and constantly having an audience. The little amount of comfort that the figure gives was... sorta supposed to be an apology to the character- as cheesy as that sounds.

(Also the fact that their text originally said "didn't they already answer that" but was crossed out to say 'we'. The Creator disguising themself as The Audience. And truly, what is to separate them?)

Another thing I want to point out is the dark grey panel. It's the same shade of grey I used for the askblog, and he's smiling in that panel, because during the askblog he was much happier around the audience- or the concept of them, rather.

And then of course, the dark blue text that reads "I know how this ends." That actually wasn't a response I took from someone, but rather a piece of... I guess dialogue, that I felt like someone would say. That specific someone being my friend Classi, who was the only person besides me that knew how Watcher ended. Purely because she had a very similar character and we thought that they'd be buddies.

On page 18, we have 3 entire panels in a different style. That being the style of the askblog.

(some examples)(the last image is where the avatar came from, haha)

On page 19 we have this panel, which you can probably assume what it is. It, I suppose, could both be seen as Nane standing, back to the audience, or as Nane hanging without the noose. You choose.

And of course, the last page. For some reason this fucks me up. Because this is The Creator talking to Nanehi. The Creator knows that Nane has no say in how their story ends, but they're given the illusion of control, because that's all they've been looking for. They wanted control over something, so the only way to prove such control was to show The Audience that they could end the story whenever they wanted. He doesn't know that he was talking to The Creator, he just assumed it was still The Audience. He doesn't know that he didn't really have a say.

This was what he wanted. That's how he's ending the story

#watcher comic #directors commentary #uhhhhh #yeah i think thats everything?#idk i'll probably add more later

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bosskie · 3 months

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Continuing the Sketchbook

I felt inspired by that 'old Molluck' and I feel like I love that Molluck more now than I used to... I noticed more differences between the AO Molluck and NnT Molluck while working on this but I also did remember again why I dislike NnT... I'll write about that later in this post.

Man, I'm not even sure when was the last time I drew something like this... It's so rare that I draw 'full settings', I mean, a background, multiple characters, something that has a story etc. I'm just used to draw portraits because well, I have felt like I just cannot draw anything else... So, I took the challenge and especially when I didn't have direct references, I had to make this perspective by myself. I tried my best and hope that it looks alright. Also, I'm sorry for the quality of these. All these look better and smoother IRL. I only take a photo and edit it, so some details are lost too. But you can see the main thing, somehow, and the main details are there, like Abe's lil hand tattoo.

I actually planned something different for the second page but I wanted to draw this way too much ... I'm not sure why but this image was just stuck inside my head. This is kinda random too since I just added some stuff that came to my mind around the drawing. I basically just drew this all day since I felt like I do need a day-off... I barely keep any holidays, even for a day... I just keep feeling more and more tired...

But yes, man I just feel like I keep loving this Gluk more and more... I just noticed how this AO Molluck gives that certain feeling SoulStorm Molluck has.

(I love what like AO Molluck looks in this cutscene...) The same situation in NnT doesn't give me this feeling, so yeah, frankly, NnT Molluck is the worst version of him in my opinion. I had forgotten how artificial voice NnT Molluck has... I hadn't seen any NnT cutscene for like two years. NnT Molluck makes different sounds too, like AO Molluck makes some 'random murmur' sounds while NnT one growls. I love that murmur he makes, it's adorable... He kinda does it in SS too!

I also noticed that NnT cutscene doesn't have that 'Molock suckz' text, just now... I wonder why. I personally love that lil detail and the fact that the Gametee's RuptureFarms hoodie has that printed on it! Well, I still don't agree on that, though it depends on how we define 'suck' here; he does smoke a lot!

Oh, and I also realized how they changed what Molluck says in that cutscene in NnT too! He doesn't say 'Kill 'im!' anymore but something like 'Get toast!', if I hear right... Man, Molluck truly got softer there. But that toast thing tickled my dark humour... Yeah, when Molluck manages to catch Abe, he wants to make a good sandwich from him, put him between a bread, and before killing him, he asks from Abe: 'Whadda ya are?'. Abe replies: 'I'm a weak, pathetic, uneducated, shmuck of a slave sandwich'. Those were Abe's last words. The end.

I cannot help myself that I enjoy dark humour like that... Oddworld is just perfect for my humour! I have been joking after making that joke that welp, maybe being like all day with Molluck makes me be more like him too... Yeah, I don't hate Abe but for some reason, the only character I care about is Molluck. He just means so much to me... After all these years, I finally found a character that is 'perfect' for me. Well, I only like a few characters in general too... But none of them (but Molluck) feel 'right' for me, at least in the same sense as Molluck; it can take some time to realize it. I can like count with one hand the characters that feel somehow special to me; like one of them is like me as a villain, feels like my alter ego.

It's just kinda odd to think how 'the one' for me was Molluck... No one else has made me feel like he does... It's just so interesting but I love to have him as that one. When I saw him, in both AO and SS, before really getting into him, I felt nothing special toward him, didn't see anything special in his appearance either; I only liked Gluks in general. But then, that SS Molluck just started to feel like me as a Gluk and here I am!

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

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fandomfluffandfuck · 9 months

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(before i get into the meat of this ask i wanna say that i loved the first chapter of your fic so much xx)

okay. you know how it's like really fucking hot right now?? in the uk it is, anyway-

well.

think modern steve and bucky, a little younger (around 17-18-ish) - childhood best friends who go everywhere together and have virtually no secrets. So basically canon stucky but they haven't been fucking since they were old enough to know how to use their dicks...

it's the hottest day of the year so far and theyre sitting on steve's bed. Bucky's there because his fan broke (again) and has got a bowl of ice sitting on his chest, sucking on the cubes as Steve works away on this sketch he has to finish. They're both shirtless because even clothes are becoming too much to wear.

They're talking about stupid things, like if summer or winter is better (bucky says winter because no matter how cold it is you can always layer up - and he's right, by the way), what they would do if they were suddenly trapped in their favourite videogame (there's no way steve isn't getting ripped apart by a clicker from the last of us - his little artist hands would be no good with a gun), when Bucky asks,

"Do you have any gum?"

Steve, barely looking up from this one corner of his sketch that he's been erasing and redrawing to get the shape right, nods towards his bedside drawer.

"There should be some in there, I think," he says, and Bucky leans over to open it.

"Uh... steve?" Bucky asks, and Steve's eyes widen as he looks over at his friend and sees what he has in his hand.

"What the fuck- Bucky, put that back!" Steve puts his sketchbook beside him and tries to grab at Bucky's hand, missing it and flopping pathetically down onto the bed.

"Hey-! No, you can't- look, there's nothing embarrassing about having this... well- what even is it?"

"That's none of your business," Steve huffs, trying again to grab at his hand again, "Put it back. Please."

"What- oh-!"

Bucky's found the little button at the bottom of the vibrator and has decided to turn it on.

"Wait, does this go on your..."

"Yes, Bucky, it goes on my dick, now- give it back." Steve tries, holding out his hand. Bucky doesn't give it back - he keeps playing with the settings until he finds the highest one and presses it to his forearm.

"Holy shit," he murmurs, forgetting Steve is watching him for a moment, "You're not fucking around with this thing, huh?"

"Bucky..."

"How long?"

"What?"

Steve stares at Bucky, gaze flitting quickly from his chest to his eyes. Bucky raises his eyebrows, turning off the toy and facing Steve.

"How long do you usually last?" he asks, like it's as normal a thing than if he was asking the weather. How long do you usually last?

"It's getting a bit warmer in here, I'll turn the fan up-" Steve tries changing the subject, reaching for the fan's remote by stretching his arm across Bucky's laid out body. Bucky grabs his hand before he can reach, though, and their position is conflicting in so many ways.

"Tell me," Bucky says again, looking at Steve with dark eyes an watching the blond's stomach tremble with the effort of holding himself up, "How long can you last before you can't take it anymore?"

Steve's skin is burning from both the general heat and how Bucky's holding onto his wrist, tight enough so he can't go anywhere yet loose enough that if Steve pulls hard enough, he could free himself.

"I.. I don't know."

Bucky grins at that, and flips them over so he's on top of Steve, hovering, because their skin is sticky due to how hot it is in the room.

"You don't know?" Bucky asks, picking up the vibrator again and holding it in his hand, "Well - how about we find out?"

and thennnn.....

then steve comes within the first five minutes of being teased on the lowest setting because Bucky's chest and lips and eyes are right there and they set him off (along with the words he whispers in his ear in a totally platonic, non-sexual way because having a vibrator between your hand and another man's dick is totally not classed as a handjob - right?????)

*insert unintelligeble screaming noises*

bucky and steve's brains rn: imnotgayimnotgayimnotgayimnotgay-

enjoy my word vomit

"Sit" my new fic, part one of a new series 👀

(Thank you so much! I'm so glad people seem to be enjoying it, and I loved your response, especially, haha)

I will enjoy this 👀

I love, love, love the idea of Bucky picking up the vibrator, getting it to the highest setting and having his eyes widen as he feels it because, holy shit, that's fucking intense! Even on his arm! Bucky's opinion of Steve's sexual preferences (that he certainly has NOT thought about before, no, they're close buds, but not that close. Nope.) is rapidly forming, and it's... he's impressed. He can withstand this? Wrapped around his dick! How!?

But then--

Then, Bucky learns the truth.

And the truth is that Steve is sensitive; he's never even tried the highest setting. He struggles, on the lowest setting, to keep quiet--whimpering and biting back moans as it slides up and down his shaft, buzzing. He doesn't need more. The lowest is enough.

The lowest is enough to have him cumming embarrassingly quickly. When he orgasms with the assistance of the vibator, as Bucky quickly learns, he quivers. He shakes. He can't stop squirming, even after his cock is done cumming, painting his concave belly. The vibrations just... they crawl inside him, freying his nerves and setting a fire inside him that takes a while to burn down to coals.

It's fucking incredible to watch.

He looks so hot, squirming and panting and turning pink, hands balled into fists, mouth open, eyebrows drawn together.

Bucky needs a repeat performance. He needs several. For science. With and without the vibrator. All different levels of the vibrator. All different intensities of hand jobs and--

Yeah.

This has to happen again. A damn has been broken, they can't stop doing this now. They've only just started! Besides, Bucky hasn't gotten to try it yet 👀

Thank 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 this 👏🏻

I love this idea. It's incredibly delicious. I'm always here for first times 👀 I'm always here for poor, sensitive, squirming boys. I'm always, always here for sex toys.

#asks #whiteglovemanor #anon provided writing #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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danielle-dna · 2 months

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19 - Great Expectations

Despite barely scraping enough UCAS points to get me to university and having the honor of being the first person in my family to go to university, I still felt like an absolute faliure.

It dawned on me that I will never be a doctor. I will never be anything I wanted as a kid. A rock star, fashion designer, actress... all of those were young girls wishes. Sometimes life happens and things don't go according to plan. Sometimes we lose people close to us but sometimes we meet people who change us for the better.

Still, I couldn't help but notice that my inner child often cried and mourned the person I could've been. If only I had both parents. Maybe then my mum wouldn't be so overworked and she could actually afford to send me to guitar lessons when I was younger. If only I had more money and an easier job. Maybe then I could afford to spend more time studying and actually get to the prestige course I wanted. If only I was pretty. Maybe then I wouldn't get bullied as a kid and I wouldn't carry all this emotional baggage with me.

This was hard for me to process. But I knew I couldn't share any of this with Simon. The man has seen horrors and death. What do I have that is worth mentioning?

My mum and I finally moved to our new, smaller and cheaper flat. It was modern and fairly spacious, but nonetheless it was a studio, meaning I wouldn't have my own room anymore. And I would have to share the bed with my mum. Again.

After unpacking what seemed like a bloody warehouse, I finally, FINALLY managed to decently organise everything. Despite knowing that mum WILL re organise everything when she returns from her two week placement, I was satisfied with my progress.

I looked at some of my empty sketchbooks and art supplies that I haven't touched in months, maybe over a year. Why did I stop?

I guess I got too exhausted and depressed about everything, that way didn't have any inspiration, let alone willpower to draw anything. Looking at the empty room that has become my habitat, I picked up my phone and invited Simon to a little "housewarming party".

An hour and a half later, Simon and I were already doing my favourite kind of yoga position: masked man bridge pose. Well, I was doing the bridge, he was doing the rest. Honestly, I had no idea how could he still have so much stamina.

"Simon, fucks sake, take it easy, this is a new bed." Replying with nothing but a smirk, he grabbed my butt and picked up the pace.

This went on for another hour, during which, I also took the lead sometimes and demonstrated what kind of fanfictions I have been reading as a teen.

After we were both kind of tired, we just laid on the bed, naked, embracing each other. Simon was kissing my cheeks and caressing my back. "You hungry, love?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "A little, maybe. Just had the dessert." Giving me another kiss, he stood up, butt naked, and started going through my fridge. "Bloody hell, you ever have any food?"

"Sometimes, check the freezer, there may be a frozen pizza."

Thank fuck there was, or else we would have to go out and actually TALK to people.

It is my firm belief that frozen food, especially pizza is humanity's greatest achievement. After dinner, we both laid in the bed, touching each other and talking about our lives. Simon even told me a few funny stories from deployment. I was happy to see both sides of him. He was so much more than just a stoic lieutenant.

And then his very large friend demanded attention again. I was more than happy to give it. Whilst I was in the middle of a very passionate blowjob, I head EDM bass coming from the upstairs flat. I was surprised, since most of my neighbours were very quiet, reserved and peaceful. "You are so good at this, love. You wanna keep going?"

I nodded with my very full mouth and kept going. Then I had enough and pushed Simon back to the bed, took his mask and put it on me. This seemed to turn him on even more. Throwing him a condom, I waited patiently so he could put it on. When he was finished, I pounced on him and rode him like it was a competition.

But there was just one...tiny...tiny...problem. The fucking music wouldn't let me concentrate. In sheer frustration I took off his mask, got off of his hips and silently yelled in the pillow.

"I'm sorry, Simon, I can't focus. I fucking can't." With that he stood up and banged on the ceiling a few times. Nothing.

"You can report them to the landlord tomorrow. Wanna keep going'?"

With a facefull of sheer annoyance I nodded and spread my legs.

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astraykidz · 1 year

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❄️For Nini/@minchanz for Stayblr Secret Santa 2022!❄️

hi nini!!! I swear i didn't ghost you after the last couple asks, i've just had. a helluva time lately, hence this being posted last minute lol it's just barely 2023 for me, oops but i finished it finally 💀

This was drawn from reference using one of his noeasy promo pictures, on thick sketchbook paper in pencil. i drafted, scrapped, and attempted so many different styles and concepts for a drawing to make for you (hence the many asks) before i decided i just needed to go with my strengths which are... drawing realism and chan lol i wish i'd had the time to make a cleaner (or at least as clean as pencil can be lol) finalized version, maybe even in color, but i redid this in a few different ways so many times 😵‍💫 you might be able to tell i extended the top with another piece of paper and that there's another piece of paper where the head is, that's because i redid it so many times there was very clearly stuff that wouldn't erase anymore so i put another sheet of paper over it, and then also because i drew just barely too close to the top of the paper so i couldn't quite fit all his hair comfortably lmao... i definitely bit off more than i could chew with this one, but i did it!!

I've been working on it off and on whenever i could for like. 2 weeks now i think? i also wasn't able to work on it the last few days because i had a minor surgery on my dominant wrist, but i can draw comfortably now so i was able to finish it! i worked on it pretty much all day today, i'm pretty happy with it! i hope you like it 💕 and i will definitely tag you when/if i make a cleaner or color version of this ☺️ 🩷

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thatdammchickennugget · 5 months

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Only A Matter Of Time - Chapter Six

pairing - remus lupin x original female character

warnings - mention of abuse by a parent

wordcount - 1.9k

set - july to september 1977

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“My mother is going to have my head when she sees my grades,” Marlene whined, accidentally tugging on the red hair she was braiding.

“Come on, they weren’t that bad. You just need to actually study a little more, instead of watching that Ravenclaw boy every time we go to the library,” Rory teased the blonde who childishly stuck out her tongue in response.

Rory was enjoying the sun on her last day of her first school year with her friends. Remus and her were sitting with their backs against a thick tree trunk. He had a book on his lap but was watching the girls. Rory was trying to get a sketch of Marlene down on the page of her sketchbook but was quickly growing frustrated because her friend could not sit still for one single second.

Marlene had ordered Lily to sit down and let her try a new hairstyle out on her and the redhead had reluctantly agreed.

They had been in the middle of discussing their grades. Rory was quite proud of hers. She came out on top of the class in both Herbology and Potions and had managed to scrape by with acceptable grades in the other subjects due to all the studying she did with Lily and Remus.

Much to everyone’s surprise, James and Sirius both did well on their exams as well. No one knew for sure how they managed it, as they were barely ever seen with an open book. And judging by the amount of detentions they had served over term, they definitely did not pay attention in any of their lessons.

“At least we won’t have flying lessons with Madam Hooch anymore,” Lily grimaced, thinking about all the times she had kissed the ground due to her broom throwing her off.

Rory could only agree. Her inability to fly a broomstick was one of the things her friends teased her the most about. And she had been lucky she shared that class with the Ravenclaws. If they had actually seen her try and fail the teasing would have surely been much worse.

“Hey, Severus!” Lily suddenly called out. She waved at the trio of Slytherins walking by not far from where they were sitting near the lake.

All three of them scrunched up their noses in disgust and Snape quickly looked the other way, ignoring Lily altogether. Rory could see the hurt in her green eyes, even though she tried to hide how much it bothered her.

“I really don’t like the way he treats you, Lily. He’s being a git,” Rory told her friend, glaring after the boy in question. She had noticed him ignoring her a lot lately, but Lily still defended him every time.

“Not this again,” Lily rolled her eyes. “You don’t know him like I do. He’s really sweet when it’s just the two of us!”

“I doubt the little grease ball has the ability to be sweet,” Rory muttered under hear breath and Remus tried to stifle his snicker from beside her. Lily must have heard what she said. She pushed herself onto her feet, pointing an accusatory finger at the dark-haired girl.

“You don’t even give him a chance! You’ve never even tried to be nice to him!” Lily then spun around and hurried the same way Snape and his friends where walking in.

“I really should just shut up about him when Lily is around,” Rory groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“Don’t worry, she just needs to cool down a little. You’ll see, she won’t even be angry at dinner anymore,” Marlene said and offered her a smile. Then she patted the gras in front of her. “Your turn, Rory.”

After putting her hair into an elaborate braid, Marlene decided that there was still something missing and began putting random flowers all over Rory’s head. By the time James, Sirius and Peter joined them there was barely an uncovered spot on her head.

Marlene had by then moved on to Remus, who reluctantly let her do whatever she wanted. Rory thought he looked rather cute with the small red and yellow flowers sticking out of his curls. James and Sirius however howled out in laughter, clutching their stomachs at the sight of their friends’ hair.

“You’re just jealous about how good it looks,” Rory tried to defend him, slapping Sirius on the arm.

“That’s right, your jealous,” Marlene agreed, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I wasn’t going to do your hair anyways.”

Rory laughed at that. There was nothing that made those two want something more than telling them they can’t. So, when Marlene kept ignoring them and kept moving the flowers in Remus’ hair around it did not take long for them to start pleading her to do their hair too.

They both had pleased looks on their faces when Marlene and Rory finally gave in. The group spend the rest of the evening picking flowers and debating which ones would look best on who.

Rory could not stop smiling. She was really going to miss her friends.

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Once again, only her father showed up at the platform to pick her up. He quickly apparated them home, leaving Rory in the Blythe parlour without looking back at her. She was surprised, but also glad. She would take the silent treatment over a scolding or beating any day.

The manor was quiet as she lugged her trunk up the stairs and into her room. Her sisters and mother were not to be found in their rooms. Apparently having the house mostly to herself, she decided to sneak her way into her grandparent’s wing, careful to listen for any sign her grandmother was around.

Unsure if he was even home, she gently knocked on the door to her grandfather’s study. A smile spread across her lips when she heard him call her in. She hurried to squeeze her way into the room, silently closing the heavy door behind her before running up to where Millard Blythe was sitting at his wide wooden desk.

The old man opened up his arms and hugged her tightly. “Welcome home, Cherie,” he muttered against her hair, pushing away the parchment he had been writing on to make room for her on the table. She jumped up onto the desk and faced him.

“Did you see my grades?” she asked excitedly.

“Of course! I have the letter right here, I’m going to take it with me to tea tomorrow. I’ve got to show off my little dove’s hard work, now don’t I?” wrinkles appeared around his eyes as he laughed. “I bet that will shut Avery up, that old git.”

Next to her mother, her grandfather was her favourite person at home. Unfortunately, he was barely ever around, as he was a busy man. Rory was not sure what exactly he did for work, but he spent most of the year away travelling.

“But I don’t want to talk about the boring stuff. Come on, tell me about all the trouble you’ve been causing while I was away.”

Rory first told him about meeting James on the train, and how happy she was to have met Remus and Peter. She went on to tell him about her fight with Evan Rosier and how she threw her bag at him, which got a hearty laugh out of her grandfather.

When she was finally out of stories to tell, she asked him about his travels. He always had the most fascinating tales to tell when he came home. He told her how he had visited the biggest dragon sanctuary in the world in Romania as he reached into one of his desk drawers. He pulled out a box and mentioned for her to open it.

Out of the box she pulled a necklace with a golden chain and a small golden pendant. “The pendant was formed from the scale of a Hungarian Horntail. The woman who gave it to me says it’s charmed so that the scale will change colours depending on what the person wearing the necklace is feeling.”

He took the necklace from her, motioning for her to get up and turn around so he could put it on. Rory glanced down at the pendant in awe as the golden colour changed into a warm orange.

“Wow,” she gasped. “What does orange mean?”

“I don’t know, she did not have any instructions,” Millard told her as he squeezed her hand in his. “But I guess the meaning of the colours is something you’ll get to figure out all by yourself. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

The door was thrown open before Rory was able to respond, making her jump. Her grandmother was glaring at her from the doorway. “Aurora! You know you are not to disturb your grandfather under any circumstances!”

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The rest of her stay at the Blythe Manor was surprisingly boring. Her grandfather being home for the duration of her break also meant that neither her father nor grandmother laid a hand on her. Of course, she got quite the number of scoldings and was not even allowed to leave her room for most of the time she spent at home, but that was exactly where she wanted to spend her time.

By the time her summer break was over, Rory had already finished reading her Herbology and Potions textbooks for the upcoming term. She was excited to start her classes and to check out some more books about magical plants from the library, but the thing she was looking forward to the most was seeing her friends again.

A huge weight fell off her shoulders the moment James tackled her in a big bear hug when he found her on the train. The two of them found an empty compartment and settled down, James immediately breaking out into a story about how his dad took him to see a professional quidditch match.

“I’m definitely trying out for the Gryffindor team this term!” he was telling her when the door slid open, and Sirius stepped in. His hair was even longer than the last time she had seen him at a dinner three weeks ago, and Rory wondered for a moment if he was using some kind of hair potion to get on his mother’s nerves.

A shorter version of him with much tidier hair and clothes stood behind him, curiously peering at his older brother’s friends.

“Hey, Reggie,” Rory greeted the boy with a smile. “Do you want to sit with us?”

Regulus seemed to consider her offer but then his eyes fell on James and his face stiffened up. “I think I’ll see if I can find Barty.”

“I’ll come help you look for him, if you’d like,” she went to get up, but Regulus shook his head.

“I don’t need your help,” he snapped at her and left the compartment. Rory raised her eyebrows at Sirius, who rolled his eyes.

“Don’t ask me what’s up with him, he’s been snippy with me all summer,” Sirius waved her off, turning to James to ask him about his break.

Usually, Regulus would be running after Rory every time their families got together, to the point where it would bother Sirius. But he was probably just nervous about the sorting ceremony. Rory made a mental note to find and talk to him tomorrow, but she quickly got distracted when Remus and Peter showed up.

The girl sprang up to pull them both into a hug and then pulled them onto the seats on either side of her. Soon, Remus was telling her about the new book he was reading while the other three started exchanging prank ideas they had come up with over break. She had really missed this. Second year would be a blast.

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I was going to head to bed but I have an idea.

Scooped Micheal YouTube thing.

"Hey, did ya hear your mom got some big YouTube guy to visit the kids in the terminal wing." A female nurse walked next to the older blonde man.

The man sighs. "I keep telling her she has to retire." His blonde hair was short and didn't hide the large scar around his eye into his hair. "Why are you telling me?"

"Because you have that shift when this big shot comes in." The nurse giggles. "Heard he's a looker."

The blonde rolls his eyes. "I'm not looking for any relationship right now, especially some young guy." He sighs. "I'm done chasing ghosts, and I don't need you to keep setting me up on blind dates."

"It's not my fault. Everyone here knows you're lonely." She smiles. "Just ask the guy out, and I'll leave you alone."

"One date, and I'm off the hook?" The blonde smirks. "Alright, fine, I'll ask this influencer on a date whoever he is."

......

"A friendly zombie?" One of the mothers whispered to another. "I guess it makes sense the kids like this guy."

"His makeup is really good wonder how he'll seem in person."

"Nurse Jeremy!" A kid shouted from his bed as a blonde nurse walked over.

Jeremy smiles. "Hey there, Oliver. Everyone's so excited, tell me why that is."

The little boy beams. "Our favorite youtuber will be here, and he will talk to us."

"Really, that's very exciting." Jeremy smiles as the little boy points, and the parents get quiet.

There was a man wearing sun glasses inside and a face mask. Brown hair seemed to leak out from under his hat. He seemed really skinny and the clothes hung off of him like a dress. He nodded as he made his way to where Jeremy and Oliver were. His voice was all too familiar to Jeremy, albeit raspy. "Hey, you're Oliver, right?" He pulls out a knitted hat and gloves. "I dunno why you guys wanted to meet me, but I made you a hat and gloves happy birthday."

"So cool." Oliver puts the hat on immediately. "Thank you so much."

The man nods. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

The man seems to jump as all the kids raise their hands. Oliver nods. "Yeah, can we all ask you stuff?"

The man pauses and nods. "Sure, I don't really have anything else I need to do."

A girl Jeremy knows who barely speaks due to the pain spoke up for the first time in a month. "Can I see your face?"

The man walks over. "Are you sure? I know it's not pleasant, I didn't do any makeup."

The girl nods. "My face isn't pretty either."

The man turns his back to Jeremy and pulls down his mask, and takes off his glasses. "See, not pretty. Your face is much better, you have normal colors."

The girl smiles the first time Jeremy has ever seen that girl smile. "You should do pink stitches next."

The man chuckles, pulling his mask back up and putting his glasses back on. "What kind of pink?"

"A pretty pink." The girl giggles. "Lesie, go ask your question." She points to the girl who was missing her arms.

The man turns around to see her.

The girl smirks. "Did you bring something in your pocket? The one in your chest."

The man hums, reaching under his coat, and a soft zipper noise is heard. He pulls out a large flashlight, a notepad, and a sketchbook with several pens and pencils. "Not much today, some art supplies, a notebook full of notes, and uh my flashlight that I forgot to take out from last week."

"Cool." Lesie smiles. "Can you feel them inside?"

"Not really. My sense of touch is selective at best. I can use my hands and stuff internally. I don't really feel anymore. You probably got a better hand than I do."

Jeremy was about to lecture him about the off-color joke, and then a few kids started to giggle.

Lesie was smiling bigger than she ever had. "I don't have any." She barely gets out before she was cackling. "That must suck."

The man seemed to relax a bit. "Aren't you guys young for dark humor? I ain't going to complain."

One of the kids that had been here the longest glares at the man he was a teenager and almost made it out, but his cancer just came back. "Have you ever had to reattact something? Does that still work?" Jeremy wasn't really understanding these questions anymore.

The man nods. "My left foot took a bit of fishing wire, but it's back on and works. I did put wire through my hands, I don't want to lose any of those bones. My nose, however, isn't the original one I had, but I can still smell. Took me a bit to figure out the best way to rebuild it."

"Does it hurt? Stitching yourself." The teen sits up now has her full focus on the man.

The man shrugs. "Sometimes I feel it, and sometimes I don't. I don't, no, I can't feel pain anymore. I think the worst was when I had to reglue my ribs together."

"Did you find all the pieces?" Olkver speaks up.

"No." The man sighs. "I had to improvise the smaller bits."

Jeremy watches as the kids ask more questions, and the way the man answered, he knew exactly who this guy was. Didn't really understand the whole zombie thing, but it made these kids happy.

......

Jeremy grabbed the man's arm, stopping him from running out. "Hey, wait a sec."

The man pauses and turns around to see the male nurse from before. "Oh, hello, I uh was just on my way out. Did one of the kids ask for me?"

"No, I just wanted to talk. The parents really enjoyed seeing their kids happy again. I just wanted to get your name." Jeremy smiles. Did he no longer recognize him?

Micheal sighs. "You already know who I am, Jeremy. Your accent gives you away."

"I thought it would be my lovely scar." Jeremy pauses.

"I'm sorry." Micheal sighs. "I'm sorry about everything. You were right, and then I just ran away."

"Micheal..." Jeremy steps back when Micheal takes off his glasses.

"Look, I'm nothing but a corpse now. I'm happy you moved on." Micheal sighs, putting his glasses back on. "It was nice to see you again, but I have to go. Again, I'm sorry for everything I put you through." He turns and walks away.

Jeremy bit his lip and took a breath. "Coffee!?"

Micheal froze. "W-what?" He stared back at Jeremy.

"Coffee, you can't have it, but you owe me at least one conversation, and you have to come back to visit the kids." Jeremy crosses his arms.

Micheal pauses. "I do have a lot of free time. Alright, a coffee." He sighs. "I'll look better and put on makeup and a fake eye. So it's not too weird in public for you."

Jeremy took a breath. "Tomorrow the little cafe by the lake, the one that's always been there around 10?"

Micheal nods. "Alright, I will see you tomorrow."

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