#It would ALL be about how slutty Ace is

[gildedmuse]

Fandom rookie here. Could you please walk me through your Zoro/Law and Zoro/Ace HCs? Love your humor btw!

Ahhh! A little fandom greenhorn! So cute!

You have asked the wrong person the wrong question, newbie.

ZoLaw:

Zoro is from the East, and while he isn't use to Winter Island Cold, he naturally runs hot. Law is from the North and while he HATES being stuck on Summer Islands on hot days, he naturally runs cool. They balance each other beautifully when they share a bed.

Up in the North Blue, it's considered weak to admit that you're cold. Weaknesses gets people killed in the North Blue, so having someone imply you need an extra blanket is a direct insult to a person's ability to keep themselves and their loved ones alive. So obviously Law would never need the extra heat.... But he MAY find himself scooting closer to Zoro-ya on the chillier nights.

The handle of a katana isn't the only thing Zoro can talk around.

...

(Cock. He can talk around a mouth full of cock. And Law LOVES it. Its the only time he can stand one of the Strawhats yapping on).

Look, Law is scientifically minded and likes to believe he is very rational (that's open to debate). He's seen Zoro-ya in the sea and knows he doesn't have a devil's fruit. But sometimes it feels like he does. SPECIFICALLY, one that somehow manages to undo every single one of Law's plans. Because the problem certainly isn't in Law! His plans are complex and perfect. But anytime he comes up for one about how to, say, ask Zoro-ya out it always somehow manages to go terribly wrong. It MUST be a devil's fruit ability.

The first time Zoro actually properly asks Torao out, he first bows to and addresses Kikoku. Since it's imperative he has the curse blades permission to touch his master (especially with all the touching Zoro has planned).

Law doesn't get jealous. That's petty and below him

Law has personally threatened at least three shichibukai and one very (also highly annoying) horny yonko. Not because he was jealous, they just need to step off and stop looking at HIS Zoro-ya that way.

If you ask the boys when they started dating, you get VASTLY different answers. Law would argue that while he'd of course taken notices of the other Supernova back on Saboady, the boy then disappeared for two years and besides Law had a lot of plans that he needed to focus on and execute perfectly. They didn't really see each other again until after Punk Hazard and of course Law was very distracted until after Doflamingo..... Then the horrors they saw on Zou, though, admitedly he may have found himself distracted by Zoro-ya once or twice even at the time.... You know, he would say it was Wano. It was Wano when he realized what an idiot the other boy was, and how he absolutely needed Law on the ground watching after him or he would do something amazingly stupid like... Like listening to Law's plan for instance! When Zoro-ya endangering his life was CLEARLY not what Law intended! Yes, that is when Law decided this boy simply couldn't be considered safe unless Law is there to watch after him..... Also, it's sometimes nice when Zoro-ya looks after him as well.... SOMETIMES.

Zoro would say "Did you see Torao cut that island in half?" And that is all he has to say on the subject of when they started dating.

Law has noticed that Zoro-ya doesn't seem to pay much attention to what he wears, just picks up what is nearest and easiest and throws it on. On an unrelated note, Law has been "accidentally" making sure to strip down right by their bed, and leaving his shirts right there. His shirts with his jolly roger.

Nico Robin had to use not just her ability but her most Teacherly voice in order to separate Luffy and Law when Zoro shows up with the Heart Jolly Roger on his shirt. Law's smirking about it (while Zoro remained utterly confused through the entire fight) didn't help.

Zoro is super weak to people playing with his ear. This goes double when it's Torao and his stupid, sexy hands. He already wants to squirm whenever he watches Torao do that stupid switch-switch thing, but once Torao starts to sit closer and, even while reading his fingers seem to find their way to Zoro's earrings..... Twirl twirl twirl, TUG. Its enough to break Zoro's brain.

Historically, Northern denizens tended to have shorter and much more dangerous lifes compared to the relatively safe and stable East Blue, leading to them having a much different view of things like romance and marriage. That's part of why tattoos are so popular among North Blue denizens. However short your inevitably short life is, a tattoo is permanent. You can't change your mind or take it back. It's a way of wearing your loyalty.

Right behind his ear, the same side as his piercings, Zoro has a small black heart tattoo. He got it on their way up to Wano.

Usopp still doesn't understand how Zoro got lost on a submarine. He didn't see him for a whole four days! What's so funny, Robin.....

I actually have a number of HCs for these two that basically boil down to "Each Island should have its own culture, and by extension, each Blue should have its own culture the way each state has its own culture but the USA also has its own general culture." This can range from things like what I mentioned above, about North Blue having historically shorter lives due to the harsher environment or being more technologically advanced. But I also had smaller things like Law kissing Zoro-ya on the nose, since up North that was how you showed affection to family or younger friends and acquaintances. I also went the entire opposite direction of "smaller" and invented an entirely Shinto derived religion that's customs and kami differed based on the Blue.

I even came up with particular weather that happen almost strictly up North (Ice Storms which are incredibly deadly at sea and Black Mist, a yet unexplained phenomena that seems to choke the life out of any one who gets caught outside) and then wrote up an entire "Old North" mythology that explains the two phenomena and why they often follow each other even though one happens strictly on land and the other typically at sea. I pretty much full on created a whole religion and mythology and wrote individual stories just so Law could have a whole culture that belonged to HIS blue. The myth in question involved a human falling for a siren, and just like actual myths I created multiple retellings and versions where the characterization changed depending on the message the storyteller was trying to express. But in most every version the Siren, Isa, had green hair (because of course the North associates green hair with fertility; oh that's another thing, I created a whole sex profession hierarchy for the North Blue with the one common feature among different types of sex workers being they typically dyed their hair green, like that was a way to physically depict that you were fertile and later that you were, you know, open to being fertilized) and regardless of how they are depicted they end up turning into the shards of an Ice Storm either because they accidentally take human captain's life, do so and then regret their hunger, or are told they have killed them and in turn kill themselves. Law was told the latter version as a child and so always felt bad for Isa, who didn't know they were eating the captain's life force but the crew could have just told him and he would have left and instead because he is "different" they think it's better if he simply destroys himself. It's a character Law can both identify with but also see aspects of Zoro in; both his physical appearance which I'm sure to Law he just pictures Zoro now, but also in his loyalty and honor which aren't as important values up North which instead values survival and strength.

As you can see if I presented an accurate list of my HCs for these two, it would be insane and make no Earthly sense. I just really enjoy world building, especially when that world building leads to two hot sword boys pining after one another.

Oh, did I mention the whole "green hair = sex worker" association and just how personally All Hearts Law takes that when applied to his Zoro-ya?

Yeah.....

ZoBurn FistRo PortZoro

ZoAce:

Upon meeting him during Alabaster, every single non Luffy Strawhat was - at least a little -totally into Ace. He just seemed so cool (and also hot.) He's like a sexy Luffy and the whole crew wanted some.

Zoro wanted it the most, bitches

#“Love your humor!” #Ahh how sweet. #*posts something without bothering with comedy* #Well now you know who I am as a person #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #portgas d ace #law x zoro #ZoLaw #ace x zoro #ZoAce #okay I could have come up with more for Zoro x Ace but here is the thing #It would ALL be about how slutty Ace is #Its like asking for my Benn x Shanks HC #Oh you wanna hear about how slutty Shanks is why Benn just stands around being the perfect husband? #Okay well.... #ask and you shall receive #I was going to expand on these then I realized I was already pushing my luck with my lengthy North vs East Blue diatribe #north blue #I need more world building #let's stop pretending the Blues would all just be pretty much alike with with one or two minor changes #Law comes from a very different world than Zoro and I think it would play a major part in how they court one another #and how they see their relationship #look I think a look over my blog says this is no place for newbies to lose themselves #there is danger here #last time someone asked for HC I thought they meant Hurt/Comfort #I was more prepared this time but this is like my first attempts at head canons like this and I'm not sure I'm doing it right #does it usually involve entire created mythologies?

[sensivs]

Asshole

Hakari x male reader x kirara

A/n: GRRRRR MY LIGHTSKIN DADDY HAKARI DOESNT GET ENOUGH ATTENTIONNNNN ALONG WITH MY SUGAR PLUM PIE KIARAAAAA, also I discussed what type of fuckers Hakari and kirara r with @ — mmonikurr and we both agreed that Hakari is the more rougher one during sex while Kirara is like super sweet

Cw: rough sex , Hakari being a complete asshole towards the reader during sex , edging , degradation , Hakari not knowing wtf is aftercare , cruel hakari , spitroast , sweet kiara , transfem Kirara , praise , positive affirmations from Kirara , I love Kirara

Y/n looked up at the ceiling, his head hanging off the couch and his legs propped up on the back cushion. Kirara sat right beside him while scrolling through her phone, giggling from time to time.

Y/n blew raspberries for a second before opening his mouth, “ugh, is Hakari ever gonna come back?” Kirara looked up(down??) from her phone to look at her boyfriend, and then to the door.

“Hm, i thought he said he’d be back in a few seconds..” Kirara pouted slightly before scrolling back on her phone. Just at that moment, the door slammed open and in walked in a scary looking hakari, spooking the two on the couch.

Y/n quickly sat up correctly and gulped slightly, sweat dripped down from his temple as he saw Hakari turn his attention to him.

He was pissed. It was evident all over his face, and the rage was all due because of y/n interfering with a plan of Hakari’s. So y/n accepted his fate and let his and his boyfriend’s lips clash into one another.

The kiss was extremely lustful, both hakari’s and y/n’s tongues battled against each other, drool slipped through the cracks of their lips. But at the end, Hakari had beaten y/n in dominance.

Hakari pulled away, his eyes were filled with both rage and sexual desire. “Lay down.” Hakari ordered, y/n quickly obeyed and laid his head on kiara’s lap.

Kirara smiled softly as she twirled y/n’s hair on her pointer finger, y/n shifted uneasily on her thighs, trying to find a suitable spot so his back wouldn’t end up hurting the next morning from this plowing he was going to experience.

Hakari wasted no time in unclothing the bottom half of y/n and himself. Y/n shivered slightly due to the freezing cold AC brushing along his dick.

“You’re such a cutie y/n” y/n blushed and thanked Kirara for such a compliment. “Jeez stop with all your lovey-dovey shit, I’m right here yknow?” Hakari said in an aggravated tone.

“Ah.. sorry kinji..” hakari just rolled his eyes and flipped y/n on his stomach, “Kirara, take off your pants would you?”

‘What a change in tone’ y/n thought to himself, hearing his boyfriend talk to his girl in a totally different tone than what he was using earlier made him feel like Hakari was just being petty.

Kirara complied with Hakari’s command and took off her jeans along with the thong she was wearing. Her cock sprung out and swung itself on top of y/n’s face. Its pretty pink tip slightly shiny due to her precum rubbing itself onto it.

Hakari grabbed a good portion of y/n’s hair on the back of his head , “how about you suck on kiara’s dick while I fuck you, ay?” fear struck into y/n and just as he was about to protest Hakari had already forced y/n’s face towards kirara’s dick, causing both y/n’s mouth and kirara’s entire cock to connect.

Hoshi jolted, not expecting such a warm and slutty mouth to wrap itself around her entire cock that quick. She slapped a hand over her mouth and threw her head back. Moaning into the palm of their hand.

Hakari chuckled at kirara’s reaction to y/n’s moist mouth engulfing her cock in one sitting, keeping his grip on the back of y/n’s head, Hakari began bobbing y/n’s head for him, making the poor man choke.

“A-AH! H-Hakari don’t be so rough on him..! I don’t want him dying while sucking my dick..” Kirara said through gasps, trying to hold in her pleasurable noises. Hakari chuckled some more before finally letting go of y/n’s hair. Letting the man finally come up from kiara’s cock and letting him breathe.

But his freedom didn’t last long, as his hair was quickly grabbed again and pulled back harshly. Hakari then slipped his dick inside y/n’s hole, making y/n moan out loudly.

“FUCK! Have you’ve gotten tighter or something y/n?” Hakari questioned with a smirk on his face, knowing that y/n was now fixated on his fat cock deep in his ass. Hakari leaned in towards y/n’s ear.

“Yknow, im starting to feel hot” hakari whispered into the boy’s ear under him. “W-wha-?!” And again, y/n’s sentence was cut off quickly by a harsh thrust by kinji. Y/n’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his jaw was left ajar.

“One thrust and you already look dumbfucked, how slutty can you really get?” Hakari said between harsh thrusts, “kinjiii.. don’t be so mean to y/n, yknow he cant take in your big cock inside him” kirara pouted and crossed her arms.

“Fuck.. you know I can’t hold back when I’m fucking this slut of a boyfriend I have” Hakari said through heavy huffs. Kirara hummed, “I wouldn’t either to be honest, he looks so adorable with his eyes rolled back like that” kirara cooed.

Hakari let out breathy curses as he continued with his harsh pace, hips slamming into y/n’s ass like this was the last time they would fuck. Kirara couldn’t hold back and anymore and started jerking off to the scene unfolding in front of her. Small moans slipping out from her mouth time to time.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna last any longer..” kinji said breathlessly. “M-Me either.. Ngh!” Kirara whispered, trying to keep her moans in control.

“How ‘bout you slut? Are you close to finishing?” All y/n could muster at that moment were some loud moans and whimpers. “Sounds to me like you are. Don’t worry, I’m right behind you” Hakari’s thrusts sped up, along with kirara’s strokes.

“HNNGG!! C-CUMMING!! IM CUMMING KINJJIIIII!!” Y/n said in a broken voice, tears filled his eyes and spilled out in huge amounts as he came hot ropes of cum.

Hakari wasn’t lying when he said he was right behind y/n, just after y/n finished cumming Hakari managed to spill his load deep within his boyfriend’s guts.

And after kinji, kirara came as well, her own hot ropes of cum spilled out from the tip of her cock and landing on y/n’s abdomen.

Hakari let go of y/n’s hair, letting him fall onto kirara’s lap once again. “‘Karriii!! You can’t just drop him like he’s some doll!” Kirara scolded kinji for his recklessness.

“Jeez sorry.. also could you get him.. I don’t know..? Some water or something?” Hakari questioned his wording of his sentence, he never picked up a book or an article of aftercare that’s for sure.

Hoshi scoffed while rolling her eyes, “sure, go change Hakari I’m pretty sure we’ll get some company soon..” kinji let out one of his signature chuckles.

“Doubt that, but alright”

#male reader #jjk x male reader #hakari kinji #Hakari x male reader #male x male #bottom male reader #sub male reader #𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 — * ˚ ✦ #𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 — ༉‧₊˚. #kirara hoshi x male reader

[chrollohearttags]

Just wanna say I love your work girlie 💕 💕

If you're taking requests, can you do a character (Ace or Reiner) x reader where said character and reader are roommates. Something just straight filthy. And if you're not, it's cool 😊

Much love to you ❤🍒❤🍒

ahhh thank you so much, lovely!! I really appreciate it and I really appreciate this request as well. I love it!! (for obv reasons 🤭🩷) but I’ll be glad to write it. 🤍 I’ll look for any excuse to write about either of these two.

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LIVING ARRANGEMENTS

roommate!ace, black fem!reader, modern au, mentions of weed, porn without plot, oral/69, dirty talk, he and reader are friends with benefits, hair pulling, backshots, prone bone, just pure filth as you said

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it was a damn shame, honestly…truly sinful the way he had you behaving. You told yourself you’d never wind up in the situation ever again. Especially because nothing good could possibly ever come of sleeping with your best friend…Ace. A man you’d known since childhood. Running around the streets and getting into trouble with as teens, a man you began renting your first place alongside when you guys moved out of your family’s homes for some semblance of independence...

“Fuck!…slower, baby..feels so good.”

“Mmm, I won’t stop if you won’t…”

was now the same man letting your entire body lie across his own as you sat atop his face! Yours buried in his crotch as you swallowed his cock down to the base. Jerking his shaft in your palm as you bobbed your lips around his sensitive tip..emitting bright red with pearly strings of precum. He was due for a climax at any time but you wanted to savor this moment. Meanwhile, his face? Smothered between your plump asscheeks as you ground that juicy cunt on his lips. There wasn’t a single place he’d rather be at that moment. So much so, he canceled plans to hang out with his friends just to fuck on you! It wasn’t anything abnormal by any means, you both had a terrible habit of doing so and from the outside looking in, anyone would swear you were a couple madly in love. However, neither of you had made things officials by any means. Just enjoying this dirty little dynamic you had going on. No need to fix what wasn’t broken. “Yeah, just like that. This pussy tastes so fucking good—“ doting on you as he continued devouring your center; wrangling his tongue around in your tight entrance..spitting into it and your other puckering entrance as he smacked your bottom with heavy palms. You weren’t making matters any better because you’d subtly twerk against his mouth and he was loving every second. (Y/N) would release faint giggles and loud whimpers as you enjoyed every second of this carnal pleasure. “Oh my gosh..yes! Right there..put that tongue in it, baby..mm, fuck!”

sounds of filthy words being exchanged between you guys and smacking sounded off across the bedroom. Your own in fact; an oasis shrouded in pink and plants. A humidifier spouting steam in the corner to keep them flourishing along with posters decorating the wall. Such an innocuous aesthetic for such a slutty girl! He’d sound off about how badly he needed to be inside of you and you’d tell him how desperate you were to come on his dick. So reluctantly, you’d both halt for the moment to switch positions. He’d prompt you to get on all fours and arch your back. To which you’d happily comply. “You know what to do, beautiful.” It was for this moment alone that he couldn’t even think to entertain any other girls..you had him stuck! For a moment, he’d become entranced watching that fat ass wiggling around and bouncing for him. Even causing his cock to twitch when you’d reach back and spread yourself open for him. “Like this, daddy?” The name causing him to stutter over himself. You knew what it did to him and would only serve to elicit raunchier behavior from him. Smirking, Ace would cackle as he placed his hand to your waist to tug you towards. “I swear I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, hope you know that.” Well aware that you had riled him up beyond comprehension and his appetite wouldn’t be sated until you were soaking these sheets!

“Exactly what I was hoping for..” and with that adorable smile and lecherous grin, he’d pull you back and demand that you don’t break it for anything. Without a moment more of haste, he’d slide into you and immediately gasp, trying not to buckle as he worked to gain his rhythm, it wasn’t long before he was slowly thrusting into you..his hips colliding with the thickness of your backside. “Yeah I know..you always get what the fuck you want out of me. Only one who can.” The compliment making you chuckle once more. But alas, you’d continue meeting his deep rutted strokes with subtle bouncing and your fingers clawing into one of your pillows. You’d find yourself huffing and whimpering for more as they sped up. You’d find yourself faltering but was quickly snapped back when he hissed into your ear and grasped your neck. “What did I say, baby? This is what you asked for..take this dick.” Causing your eyes to roll back with drool seeping from your mouth. By this point, you couldn’t even keep up. Ace’s thrusts had become even harder and you were being pounded into the mattress. The entirety of the bed rocking against the thin walls of your two bedroom apartment. He wasn’t relenting at all..never was when he got a taste of your nectar. Becoming all but feral when you two fucked!..

“I—ugh, shit! Fuck me, just like that.”

“Ooh, you’re gonna come, aren’t you, sweetheart? Yeah, I know that pussy better than anyone. Isn’t that right?”

the answer to that question all but inevitable but he needed to hear you say it. Needed that affirmation to give you exactly what you desired!.. “y-yes, daddy! It’s yours..oh my gosh!” With that seeming to suffice and the unbridled lust coursing you guys’ veins, Ace would take the initiative to press you flat into the mattress and do all of the work. Allowing the recoil of your backside to ricochet against him. Taking and claiming your body all for his own.

“Good, baby. That’s all I wanted to hear..I got it now. “

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The Very First Night

Derek Shepherd x fem!Reader

One Shot

TW: Literally nothing. I’m taking a quick break from Evermore because I am so in love with this man I need to write some fluffy shit for him. No use of Y/N

A/N: This is based around the whole prom episode. I needed some self indulgent fluffiness. Also yes I’m ignoring both Meredith and Addisons existence in relation to Derek. Fight me.

When the chief announced that Seattle Grace Hospital would be holding a prom, you would have thought he was kidding if he didn’t look so deadly serious.

You made a point not to look at a certain man when he announced it.

Derek Shepherd has made it his ultimate goal to get you on a date with him.

Under any other circumstance, you would have said yes in a heartbeat. Hell, you would have been praying for him to ask the second you met him.

He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s a neurosurgeon for God’s sake, not to mention that he’s absolutely gorgeous.

Derek Shepherd is perfect.

He’s also your boss.

The one and only reason you aren’t leaping at the prospect of a date with him.

The label of “slutty intern sleeping with her boss to get ahead” isn’t an appealing one.

But still, the man is very convincing.

You’re doing charts when he sidles up to you, that smile you always stare at a little too long plastered on his face.

He leans against the counter your working on, watching you while you work.

And desperately try to stay professional when you look at him.

“Do you need something, Dr. Shepherd?” You use his title pointedly, a reminder of the barrier between the two of you.

He couldn’t care less.

“Just some information.” He speaks casually, shrugging as he begins to walk, and you follow him without a second thought.

He’s whittling you down, and you both know it.

“About…?” You try to force a smile off your face, but it’s no use. He’s infectious. His flirting. His smile.

Him.

You’re not somebody who fails. You’re an incredible doctor, you’re going to be an incredible surgeon. You were always considered an academic weapon, acing almost every class you’ve taken.

You don’t fail.

But when it comes to resisting Derek?

You think you’re about to.

“You got any plans for prom?” He speaks smoothly, comfortably, like he’s not a grown man asking a grown woman to the prom.

Like he’s not praying you’ll say yes.

You laugh, looking down at the ground instead of his eyes.

His beautiful eyes.

“I guess I’m coming, but no, I don’t have plans.” You place a special emphasis on plans. You both know what plans means.

A date.

Derek smiles, brushing your side gently, getting you to look back up at him, your gaze softening when you see him.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at nine.” He grins at you, looking very pleased with himself.

You go to speak, and you plan on saying no before you do. Explaining for what feels like the millionth time that nothing can happen between the two of you.

And hating every second of it.

But instead, it’s like your brain does you a favor, and speaks before you can decide what to say.

“Okay.” Your voice is a little breathy, and obviously nervous.

Shock passes over his eyes for a second before the smile on his face grows wider, reaching his eyes and making them sparkle.

Really, how the hell were you supposed to say no to that?

Your hands brush for a moment, his fingers sweeping past yours, sending your heart rate up.

He says something before walking away, but you aren’t really paying attention, more panicking at what you just got yourself into.

You’re going to prom with Derek Shepherd.

You never planned on taking this very seriously. You were just gonna throw on your dress from senior year, slip into some heels, and head back to the hospital.

But now?

Needless to say, you’ll be spending more time getting ready.

……………………………………………………………………………………

Two hours.

You left work early, and spent two damn hours getting ready for the prom.

All because of Derek Shepherd.

He’s the bane of your existence.

You can’t think around him.

You can’t think about much besides him.

When you’re with him, your happier than you’ve ever been.

Everything about him just makes you adore him more. His personality, his talent, his skills, his smile, his laugh, everything.

He might just be the love of your life.

You brush out the carefully placed curls in your hair, watching as they fall over your shoulders in waves. Your old prom dress still fits you, thank God.

The satin fabric hugs your waist, thin straps showing off your collarbone and shoulders.

A slit runs up from the bottom of the flowing skirt of the dress, stopping around the middle of your thigh.

Even you have to admit you look good.

You slip on your heels when you hear a knock at the door, and you swear you feel your heart stop.

You look at the clock by your bed.

9:00 exactly.

He really might be perfect.

Meredith peeks her head into your room, you’re living with her for the time being.

She smiles when she sees you despite how uncomfortable you look.

You haven’t been on a date in months, and you don’t think you’ve been this gussied up in years.

“You look great. I’m sure Derek’s gonna agree.” She teases you, all your friends have known you have a thing for Derek since you started your internship at Seattle Grace.

And now that you finally caved and said yes to a date with him?

You’re gonna be hearing a lot of shit about it tomorrow.

You can’t help but feel like this’ll be worth it.

“Thank you, and shut up.” Meredith laughs at your attitude, heading downstairs to her boyfriend, Finn.

You follow behind her, exhaling nervously before opening the front door to find Derek standing in front of you.

Derek, decked out in a suit and tie.

His hair is perfect, as usual.

And in his hands, a bouquet.

A bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You mentioned it once. A simple, offhand comment. You can’t even remember how it came up. But he did.

He remembered. He cared.

He’s making it really hard for you not to fall in love with him.

For a second you recognized an expression on his face you’re not sure you’ve seen before. He looked nervous. That was before his classic McDreamy smile appeared on his face when he saw you.

“Did I get it right?” He asked, handing you the flowers.

You’re blushing like a schoolgirl, honestly a bit giddy. Here you are, getting flowers, being taken to prom by the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

You nod, taking them and stepping inside to let Derek in.

“Yeah, yeah you got it right.” You speak quieter than you usually would as you quickly place the flowers in the vase, smiling widely when you feel his eyes glued to your every move.

You turn around to find Derek watching you, a sweet smile on his face, a look in his eyes that means more than just simple attraction.

He admires you carefully, not as a painting, a still, lifeless thing meant for him to enjoy, to examine, to scrutinize.

No.

He admires you like a worshipper in church.

He adores you, and the look in his eyes might as well be a sign around his neck that reads ‘I’m in love with you.’

“You’re beautiful.” His voice is breathy when he speaks, and the words cause a vivid blush to rise on your face.

You utter your thanks shyly, stepping towards him and taking his hand when he offers it. He regains his composure quickly, slipping back into the flirty pattern you two follow.

Still, the basis of it, the reason why all of this is happening.

It’s not flirtation. Not attraction. Not even because you like each other.

It’s more than that.

It’s love.

He leads you to his car, you’ve been in it a couple times before, on the way to dinners you swore weren’t dates, nights spent with one another when you were still adamant on refusing to develop feelings for your boss.

Or, adamant on pretending not to, at least.

The car ride isn’t terribly long, but somewhere in the middle of it, your hand is on the middle console when Derek’s comes down from the wheel, landing on top of yours.

You don’t move, and he takes the opportunity to interlace your fingers, earning a smile from you that makes him wish he could freeze time and stay in this moment forever.

“Thank you, for asking me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you look over at him. His eyes stay glued to the road, but you watch as the corners of his mouth lift to a smile.

“Thank you for saying yes.” He quips back, looking over to you when you stop at a red light.

You laugh for a moment before responding. “It was about damn time.”

The moonlight glistens off his face as he laughs, every detail about him making you fall for him more.

He’s mesmerizing, and you can’t bring yourself to take your gaze off of him.

You’ve got it bad.

“Yeah, it was.” Theres still laughter lingering in his voice when he speaks, and you think you could melt right then and there at the sound of it.

It’s not long after that when you arrive at the hospital. You go to open your door before Derek does so for you, going to the effort of helping you out.

“What a gentlemen.” You say teasingly, letting your hand stay clasped in his as you walk into the hospital.

“I’ve been trying to land a date with you for months, I’m not gonna screw it up now.” He smiles down at you when he speaks, scanning your face. Pieces of hair fall to frame it, and he brings his free hand up to brush them away quickly, knowing the affect it has on you when you blush and look away quickly.

You’re honestly a bit shocked when you see how put together the whole event it, decorations are everywhere, and the lobby has been turned into a dance floor.

You already see a few people you know, the ones that came here with dates are already dancing, and the ones that are alone?

Well, they’re drinking the night away.

You don’t realize where Derek is taking you, too busy looking around, until his arm slips around your waist, and his other hand is holding yours as you’re pressed flush to his chest.

Derek Shepherd just asked you to dance, without saying a word.

“May I?” He’s good at this, and he knows it.

For a brief, insecure moment, you wonder why. You wonder if the reason this is so natural for him is because you’re not the only woman he does it for.

If you’re just a phase.

A tough one to crack.

You worry that he doesn’t feel the same way as you do.

But then, you look him in the eyes, and the softest, the gentle, loving, adoration in his gaze.

Your worries vanish like fog burning away on a summer morning.

“I’m not very good at this.” You warn, smiling sheepishly up at him as he begins to sway you, a grin on his lips.

You’re closer than you’ve ever been. Your free arm is thrown around his neck lazily, and you could melt into his embrace.

He leans down, whispering in your ear, his minty breath fanning over your neck. “I don’t mind.”

You smile when you hear him, laughing sweetly when he continues to dance with you. There’s a few people watching. You and Derek have become a topic of conversation around the hospital ever since he started pursuing you so strongly.

So, pretty much since your first day.

Neither of you seem to mind, to engrossed in each other to care. He hasn’t stopped looking at you this whole night. You’re always stunning, he usually can’t keep his eyes off you when you’re just in your scrubs.

But tonight?

You look like an angel came down to earth.

Derek lifts your arm above your head quickly and spins you, smiling brightly when the sound of your bubbly laughter reaches his ears.

It’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

When he pulls you back in your pressed close to him, touching his chest with yours, staring up into his cerulean eyes. Your breathe mingles as he looks down to you, his gaze flickering to your lips as he does.

Everything else feels like it just disappears. The only thing that matters, the only thing in your world, is the man standing in front of you.

You curse yourself for waiting so long. For always being so damn good. For not letting yourself have this sooner.

Have him sooner.

Every single time he asked you out, you wanted to say yes. But you didn’t, you were too focused on everything you shouldn’t have been.

Colleagues.

Expectations.

Assumptions.

Everything but him.

And now?

You’re done.

So when he leans forward, when his lips brush yours. You close your eyes and let him kiss you, and it makes your knees weak. It rips the air out of your lungs.

It flips your world upside down.

You could have repeated this moment forever and been happy.

You move against him, kissing back, running your hands through his hair. His hands slip further down your waist, coming to rest on the small of your back.

Your forced to pull away as you begin to run out of air, gasping a bit as you do. You press your forehead to Derek’s, smiling widely.

He pulls you in closer, and you bring your head to rest in the crook of his neck, and he sways you back and forth, abandoning any efforts of actually trying to dance.

“You got me.” You whisper, and you feel laughter rumbling in his chest when he hears you.

After all this time, all of the asking, all the flirting, everything.

You let go.

Let go of your worries.

And grabbed on to him.

And you are never, ever, letting go.

A/N: Soooo this is short and kinda cheesy ngl, but I hope y’all liked it.

- di <3

#fanfic #fanfic writer #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #greys anatomy #derek shepherd #derek shepherd x reader #derek shepherd x you #derek shepherd x y/n #derek shepherd x yn #self insert #self insert fanfiction #fluff #confession

[elsweetheart]

saw rin @coeurify write some roommate!abby so i decided to write some too cos i’m feeling #inspired

slutty!roommate!abby short fic / drabble below the cut 💋 minors dni & don’t ask for part 2

It’s not like you were dating. Just living together — roommates, that’s all it was. A shabby and cozy little apartment, tucked away in a nice enough area. There’d be a new problem each week— AC busted, closet door swinging off, flickering light bulb, and you were lucky enough to live with a 6ft blonde walking talking ‘Don’t call the plumber / electrician / whatever, I got it’ machine. Things worked out pretty well.

The two of you were close. Almost too close. Your friendship bordered on simmering sexual tension whilst always keeping it just respectful and distanced enough for neither of you to make a move. You liked to think she enjoyed it, keeping you just out of reach like this. She knew you wanted her, but where was the fun in giving in?

Abby got around. It was no rumour that she had a history of being the community strap, and whilst her crazy days had died off a little — you’d still be awoken once or twice a fortnight to the sound of a new girl with the same shrill moan, headboard thumping against the wall. All you could do was sulk, snuggle down further into your bed covers and will yourself to sleep with your stomach twisting in jealousy at the thought of Abby curled next to someone else for the night.

The two of you liked to have ‘bonding night’, you know — watch a movie, drink wine, eat snacks, sometimes a face mask would make an appearance. Abby had insisted on these nights when you’d first moved in together, so that the two of you could get to know eachother, and since then it had become a tradition every Friday night that the neither of you would miss for the world. Infact, it became such an important tradition that plans were often rescheduled around it, dates postponed, ubers cancelled. Just you, your good friend Abby, and a bottle of something pink and tangy.

“See, I’d let you pick the movie we watch more often but… everytime you do the movie sucks.” She was muffled by the popcorn stuffed into her cheek like a squirrel whilst she scrolled with the remote for an appropriate choice. Abby had real audacity to look this good tonight. She was spread out on the couch, greeny-grey tshirt so tight it was ridiculous, hair down and a little damp from her shower, black sweatpants on (and fuzzy socks, not relevant to her hotness but you couldn’t not mention them.) It took you a second to reply as you pulled your legs beneath you from your curled up position on the chair, subconsciously tucking yourself smaller.

“They don’t suck. You don’t give them a chance! You just talk over it the whole time and ramble about how bad it is.” You shrug defensively, not seeing the way her eyes flickered over to you and lingered with an adoring smile at the way your forehead scrunched and lips pushed forward in an irritable pout. She looked away when you glanced.

“Maybe they don’t suck but they’re always the same. Always a rom com with bad jokes and like 10 minute sex scenes. Is that why you like ‘em, perv?” She nudges you with her spread knee, jostling you which makes your eyes widen slightly — face prickly and hot.

“You think I only watch movies for the sex scenes? Get your mind out of the gutter.” You snicker, fingernails picking at the blanket because, no — it’s not the reason, but she didn’t have to bring that up.

“Hey, I’m not the one picking dirty movies.” Her voice drags in that flirty and sarcastic way that makes your thighs press together. She always did this. It was your thing, you could say. She winds you up, takes the conversation down a sexual route and you just sit there and take it, always scared to make a move. You just couldn’t bring yourself to, what if she was just making fun of you? You live together, if you misread things there was potential for some major awkwardness.

“If I wanted to watch something dirty I’d just… look at porn or something.” You try and combat her teasing, but it comes out stuttery and awkward and you still can’t look at it. Her smirk deepens, intrigue washing over her. You hear her put the remote down and the scrolling on screen halts as she gives you her full attention. Busying yourself to buy more time, you reach forward and take your wine glass — taking a long sip.

“What, ‘you telling me you don’t watch porn now?”

You turn a little, giving her a look. One that read as ‘you’re not seriously asking me that.’

“Do you?”

“I don’t have to. I have sex.”

You scoff, turning your body toward her now with a finger pointed ready to defend yourself.

“I have sex.”

“Oh yeah?” You hate the way she’s smiling and tilting her head.

“It’s just… been a while.”

She sighs casually, leaning back into her seat.

“Same, to be honest.”

“I literally heard some girl screaming your name like two weeks ago.” Your eyes are practically touching your brain from how hard they roll and she laughs cheekily with her tongue pinched between her teeth, a cute roll forming beneath her chin from the position of her head. Your stomach flips.

“Exactly, two weeks ago. I’m trying not to do that so much anymore. Sleep around. Gonna delete the dating apps.” She clarifies, a look of dignity in her expression as she announces this making you narrow your eyes sceptically.

“And why is this? Who is this new and improved Abby?”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. “I dunno. Just don’t think I should anymore. Think I’d rather be having meaningful sex with one person now. You know, the type where you press your foreheads together and tell her you love her when you make her cum and stuff.” She just says it so casually, like it doesn’t make your stomach bottom out into your cunt at the thought of being that one person, whilst simultaneously making your heart stammer at the idea of the person being someone else.

“Y—yeah. Me too I suppose. That’s why I’m just waiting.”

You feel that your response is put together and mature enough for the conversation to come to a natural end so that you can continue bickering over what movie to watch before you embarrass yourself, but she stares at you anyway — contemplative and analytical.

“You’ve been waiting a while, huh?” Abby talks softer, sympathetic and her fingers that were resting along the back of the couch reach a little further and stroke your shoulder briefly. You can’t tell if it’s kind or patronising. Because of this you purse your lips with a shrug.

“Yeah. Haven’t had sex since my ex-girlfriend was still around so that’s…”

“A year and half.” She raises her brows and you mirror her, surprised at how fast she knew the answer. “You’d just broken up when you moved in here.”

“Oh… yeah, that’s right. I suppose that is a long time.”

She breathes out her nose, long and thoughtful before turning her body back to the TV. You do too, because you think it’s over — but the conversation is never quite over until Abby says so.

“Well, if you ever need your fix you know where my door is. You deserve to feel good too.”

She’s kidding, right?

Like, that’s not a serious offer. It can’t be. Because if it were you’d be on her bed sprawled out with two thick fingers up your cunt and not here on the couch getting wine drunk and horny. Your eyelashes are kissing your brow at how wide your stretch your eyes for a moment as you stare ahead, saying nothing. What do you say? How do you seize this glorious potential opportunity without coming across as totally desperate and ruining things? She is kidding, she has to be.

You open your mouth, maybe just to let out a meek ‘really?’ for some clarification, but she speaks again — totally ripped from the moment. “Why do I keep getting recommended only Lindsey Lohan movies? That’s you on my Netflix account right? I swear, I’ll change my password.” She chuckles, like she didn’t just offer to pity fuck you, and you weren’t just considering take her up on it. You shake yourself free of the moment and you don’t talk about it again.

Abby really did stop sleeping around, and you knew that from the lack of moans waking you up in the night. You could have been imagining things, but she’d gotten flirtier too. Wearing tighter fit clothes around her muscles, making sure to always squeeze behind you in the kitchen with her hands on your hips, chest practically to your back with a low ‘scuse me, sorry’ in your ear as she slips by, the lot of it. You felt you were running up the AC, constantly trying to fan yourself off after she worked you up. It was two fridays since she made the offer, and you decided now was the time you’d act on it. You poured yourself a glass of pink wine and waited on the couch, getting in a few gulps before she arrived for confidence.

You drank the whole glass, and she still hadn’t arrived home. Abby had never missed a ‘bonding night’ since moving in, and now she wasn’t showing up at all? No text, no apology, just total absence. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and pissed off, drinking half the bottle before curling into the couch and falling asleep.

You awoke to the sound of giggles and jangling keys, and your bleary eyes cracked open — flickering to the clock on the wall ticking quietly. 2:54AM. You were about to lift your head, sit up on the couch and call out for Abby, questioning where she’d been, why she missed bonding night. You were halted by the sound of two voices, only one belonging to your roommate.

“Shh, gotta be quiet or you’re gonna wake my roommate, baby. Rooms this way.” Abby, and the tottering sound of high heels behind her. You felt sick. Why did you feel so sick?

You close your eyes again when Abby’s bedroom door clicks shut, feeling your lashes grow damp as you pull a cushion over your head — trying to block the inevitable moans and will yourself back to sleep. This wasn’t the first time Abby had come home late after hanging out with friends and found you sleeping on the couch having wanted to hang out, but you’d usually atleast receive her hushed apologies as she lifts you and carries you bridal style to your own room where she’d leave you as you mutter a goodnight half awake to her. She’d never missed bonding night though, because that was off limits.

The next three days you avoided her. You felt more stupid the longer time passed, because you actually didn’t have much reason to be angry. Yes, she missed your Friday tradition but life happens, right? You were certain if it were you she’d be totally fine with it. But it would never be you, because you’d never miss it. It was a vicious thought cycle.

When you’d ignored her on the way out your door for work, she’d put it down to you not hearing her or maybe being in too much of a rush. When you’d come home, you’d spent the evening in your room, only emerging into the kitchen to heat up some noodles before retreating. She figured you were tired. When you’d shrugged her off the next day when she brought home your favourite type of chocolate — she knew something had to be up. She couldn’t work out if it was her, or you were just going through it at first, but when you’d snapped at her on day three — it became crystal clear.

“Can you stop fucking using my towel?” You emerge in the kitchen, and honestly — for the first second before she registers the anger, Abby is just relieved to hear your voice. She turns around from the counter slowly, sucking some salad dressing off her finger from her lunch she was preparing. You looked adorable — still damp, oversized pyjama t-shirt and sleep shorts, comical cartoony oversized slippers on your feet. Despite your appearance, your expression was as serious as ever, brow pinched in stress.

“Sorry.” She shrugs simply, because you’ve never had a problem with her borrowing your towel in all the time you’d lived together.

“Like, can I just come home and not have you all in my stuff?” You huff, going to walk away but she frowns, following you like a big buff lost puppy.

“Hey, hey? What is this? It’s just a towel.” She nearly whines, because why are you being like this? Your usual sweet soft self has gone grainy and abrasive on her and she didn’t like it. You were shutting her out.

“Whatever Abby, I’m just telling you.” You back down a little now, taking a few steps and she gently takes your arm in her large hand. She’s always gentle, aware of how much stronger she is than you.

“You’ve been off lately, you wanna talk about it? You know I’m here for you, right?”

You don’t look at her.

“Yeah, here for me and every other damn girl that walks through your door. Let me go.”

You don’t mean to say it, because God is it telling — you want the ground to swallow you up whole and you scrunch your face in embarrassment as you walk away, shoulders tense and face all hot. You were not this jealous, petty person. She missed your tradition, it was her fault.

Abby gave you your space for the rest of the day, and by evening you’d wound down — anger subsiding as you plonked down on the couch and curled up sulkily, just feeling humiliated and sad. You missed her.

You stared ahead when you heard her bedroom door click open, heavy slow footsteps approaching the living room along the smooth wooden floor. You don’t look, but you can see her standing there at the side, looking at you sadly, henley top and braid adorned.

“Hey.”

Her voice is smooth and low and warm like hot chocolate and you want to bathe in it. You pull the blanket over your thighs tighter over you.

“Hi.”

It was truly an honest mistake on Abby’s part. She’d woken up filled with regret (and a steaming hang over) beside the girl with lilac-y platinum hair, stretching and muttering out a ‘Happy friday’ to break the tension. The girl cracked open an eye with a tired smile and rasped “It’s Saturday, sleepyhead.” making Abby’s heart drop after a beat. Friday’s. They were your days. She was sure you wouldn’t mind missing one out though, you were always kind and gracious like that. The whole bonding night was Abby’s idea after all, it probably wasn’t all that important to you, right? She reassured herself before politely kicking out her bed-mate.

Abby slowly sits down on the couch beside you, and the weight in the room shifts like it always did when she’d join you. She held such a presence that the air would feel thicker and warmer the closer she got, almost to the point where it could be stifling. “I’m sorry I missed bonding night. Manny dragged me out to get drunk and I swear, I thought it was a Thursday—”

You cut her off, which surprised her.

“I thought you were done with bringing girls home.”

She’s silenced for a few seconds, staring at your profile. You’re beautiful even when you’re mad.

“Why does it matter?” It’s soft, like a whisper because she doesn’t want it to come off as defensive or rude like it potentially could do. She genuinely wants to know. Why were you so mad about it?

You were all tense and huffy when you reply and it makes Abby’s heart clench, just wanting to squeeze you.

“Because… because don’t offer something to someone if you don’t mean it. I’m not… I thought we… ugh, whatever. I’m not having this conversation.” You made a mental note to jump back online after this conversation and search for somewhere new to live.

Abby thinks back, and it doesn’t take her long to land on the thought of her telling you she’d be more than happy to take care of you if you needed some relief. Her shoulders relaxed in realisation and brow untensed, and she reached out to stroke a thumb along your arm, body twisted to you.

“Okay, I understand.” She soothes and you want to tear up, maybe in embarrassment or maybe from her tone of voice making you feel small and cared for. You attempt to hold off and fight the feeling. “I thought you weren’t interested. Thought I’d made it weird so I just figured… if I bring someone home things could be normal again. I dunno, it doesn’t make sense now I say it out loud.” She sighs, shaking her head with her eyes closed and brows raised at her own stupidity. You glance at her, shy and still hot-faced and look down at your lap. “Just tell me how you feel. I think… I want what you want. Just need to hear it, sweetheart.”

She can’t make you say it, not after the embarrassment you’ve already faced. So, you settle on another complaint to tell your story. “You don’t know how hard it is… being so pent up and just hearing you… hearing them get to enjoy… you. I wanna feel like that.” You feel pathetic, but your stomach curls anyway at the feeling of her coarse hand sliding up your arm and shoulder to cup the back of your neck, aiding you in looking at her.

“Yeah? I’m sorry. I think you just feel… left out.” She cooes and you preen into her touch, shifting in your seat a little. You say nothing, just let out a little air from your nose. She shuffles closer to you, bringing her warmth. “You forgive me yet? You want me to help you forgive me?” Her other hand fiddles with the blanket on your lap for permission to slide it away, and she’s so close now that you can sigh and lean your head on her strong shoulder, nodding silently. She pulls away the pink fluffy cover up and rests a hand on your bare thigh.

“You know I’d never miss bonding night. ‘D never neglect you on purpose. You’re still my number one, yeah?” She strokes the skin upwards, constantly craning her head down to look at you, watchful of your expression. “I didn’t know you wanted this, sweet girl. I would have taken care of you like you need ages ago if I knew.”

She drops a kiss to your temple and you shudder, your own arm wrapping around her strong bicep to cling to it as your thighs fall open wider. “Yeah? Can I?” She’s quiet and gentle, and you whimper when she cups your hot cunt through flimsy pyjama shorts.

She rubs a sloppy circle over the material and you whine, the sound of wetness already present from your quantity, filling the quiet room. She’d barely touched you, and you were already soaked — it was astounding. “God, you are pent up aren’t you? I’m sorry.” She chuckles in a sympathetic way, free hand coming to smooth down your furrowed brow. Abby stares you down when she slips your thin shorts to the side, fingers slipping and sliding through your drenched folds to circle your clit making you moan softly. “I know.” She hums, eyes on your lips. “You want a kiss? Will that help?”

You can’t talk, so you just nod and she brings you in whilst she languidly rubs your clit, gently sucking on your bottom lip and pressing pecks to it before finally rolling her tongue over yours. With this, she’s pressing a middle finger against your hole and easing it inside, curling up to press against your tight upper wall. You cry out a little against her mouth and she shushes you. “There you go, so fucking tight huh? S’been that long?” She grinds the ball of her hand against your clit and you hump against it, the waistband of your shorts hugging her wrist as the shape of her hand moves up and down.

“Just—needed this.” You struggle, your warm breath heating her lips making her lick over them.

“I know. Gotta use your words next time, let me know yeah? If you said the word I wouldn’t have been sleeping around.” She presses a kiss to the centre of your forehead, lips lingering there as you let out a string of moans and embarrassed pants at the sound of your own wetness against her finger. She slides in another, stretching you.

“Not gonna last long. S’been too long.” You cry and she nods, free hand sliding beneath your lower back when you arch it off the couch.

“I know. S’okay baby.”

When you cum, Abby presses her forehead to yours.

#roommate!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson au #abby anderson drabble

[vegasandhishedgehog]

Seeing a lot of upset posts about how the show ended with Boston and feeling like something really went over a few heads. Do I also believe Boston deserved better? Yes. But let's be realistic in the way Jojo and Ninew approached this.

Boston and his promiscuity have been the target of harsh judgements from episode one. And the writers have stated that he has a moral code, it's just very different from others. I was never expecting him to state it outright, that it would just be a thing worth paragraphs of speculative meta, but he does!

Boston stated his definition of boyfriend. If he wants to be exclusive, that's for all the emotional bonding that he desires with someone special, but does not deny him the ability to fulfill his physical desires with whomever he wishes. That's not just polyamory, it's a very specific kind!!! And it's entirely different from the traditional sort of relationship society has accepted. The thing is, he wouldn't have discovered that possibility without knowing Nick.

Boston did genuinely fall for Nick. But how could he have handled that properly when he has no experience being loved and has never learned how to love someone back? Moreover, how could he come to the conclusion that he likes being exclusive in one way but not another without absolutely fumbling the bag with someone who's on a different page? It's not exactly Nick's fault that he prefers physical affection to be exclusive as well, that's just how he is. There couldn't have been any discussion about this, it was a discovery in the making.

The truth is Boston would still have a hard time finding happiness in Thailand due to the political climate, especially with his father being a politician. He's gay and that alone makes achieving his dreams more difficult, but being as promiscuous as he is means even a majority of the queer community will shut him out. He's better off moving to the states where at least he has rights and better acceptance for who he is. And that's what happened.

Because having a sexual or romantic appetite outside of monogamy is still looked down on. I still see it in the BL fandom. I see it just in general. 3 Will Be Free is so often cited as a must-watch, but how many people stick to their comfort branded pairings?* How many people have made or heard jokes about the "Seattle polycule"? How many romantic aces and allosexual aros get othered and excluded and judged for their identity?

Jojo said there was no intended message, but that doesn't mean there isn't one to be found. Boston's arc is a prime example of how slutty queers get treated even by their own peers, even by people who care about them most. It's a cry from the cold and lonely dark that if we think these people deserve better, we need to change existing paradigms and find how we can give them that!

Nick wasn't prepared to do that because he is still hurting, and that's also okay. Not everyone has to change themselves to make the puzzle pieces fit. Boston and Nick's story centers around that so much. Nick being jealous and trying to copy Top, Boston trying to be what he thinks a boyfriend is - they only hurt each other because the parts that don't fit are digging in.

I hope we get a second season, but if not friends, remember Boston. He represents such a particular demographic that gets hated on and ignored constantly, and they deserve a chance. They're not easy, but that doesn't mean they're not worth it. Remember Nick too. We all have a Nick in some manner - someone that made us want to try, but no matter how much we cared for each other it just wasn't going to work. Family, friends, partners, whoever.

Instead of being outraged with the show, be outraged with society. Do something about it. Be kinder. Community is important, now more than ever. I cannot possibly overstate how much we need community, especially among minorities.

*this isn't meant to be judgmental toward fans who prefer branded pairings or aren't interested in that particular show. I know watching anything requires time and energy and scratching a certain itch at the right moment. It is, however, a concern that so many fans complained about numerous aspects of OF to the point where the creators went to the effort of explaining themselves on a weekly basis and editing certain parts to avoid backlash. I mentioned 3 Will Be Free because it's another example of Jojo's work. Many BL fans have heard of it, but only a small portion seem to have watched, and that can be an indicator of certain biases. This is not to imply anyone who hasn't seen it has said biases and is only intended to encourage reflection if needed.

#boston only friends #nick only friends #bostonnick #boston x nick #only friends the series #only friends #ofts #jojo tichakorn #neo trai #mark pakin #neomark

[ryuichirou]

lout of the twst cast, who would you consider the sluttiest to, well, the least sluttiest?

There is probably a much easier way to answer your question, but I simply MUST conduct a research, Anon.  Because while I was thinking about it, I started wondering: who Is a slut? What does it mean to be slutty? And how does one determine who is sluttier?

Here is what I came up with: I’m going to go through all the characters and judge them on the following parameters: promiscuity (willingness to have sexual relationship with multiple people during a short period of time/being open to the idea in general), flirtiness (tendency to flirt without necessarily making serious advances), sex-drive (interest in sex in general) and kinkiness. Why these factors? Well I don’t know, it’s just funnier that way.

So yeah, I’m going to give the boys points from 0 to 5 for each of the aforementioned things, and then we’ll have a full and conclusive 100% accurate list determining who is the biggest slut in the twst universe.

Oh, and it’s going to be obviously based on our headcanons + the so-called “default” state of the cast, so Idia won’t have 5 lovers in this one… sorry, Idia, you’re the biggest slut in our hearts <3

Alright, so.

Riddle

Promiscuity: 0; Flirtiness: 0; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 2.

Total: 5

And right away, Riddle is an interesting case, because in theory he is supposed to be a pure little prude who wouldn’t have sex before marriage, but with how much stuff he’s repressing already, I wouldn’t be surprised if he scored even higher than 5. Also the fact that he isn’t really promiscuous doesn’t mean that he won’t end up with multiple lovers in some scenarios, but that’s not entirely his fault lol

Ace:

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 2; Sex-drive: 4; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 10

Not much to say about him; he isn’t really all that interested in this, having multiple partners (even if it’s just a fling) just sounds bothersome. But he’s also hormonal and definitely has a pervy side…

Deuce

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 1; Sex-drive: 4; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 9

I know, shocking lol But I honestly don’t think Deuce would be that into messing around with multiple boys. If he ends up in a situation like this, it would be a misstep on his part… Or a petty thing that somehow got way too out of hand. But in general, he’s pretty similar to Ace, but even less flirty – he’s a surprisingly shy boy, even if he has some experience.

Trey

Promiscuity: 2; Flirtiness: 2; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 5.

Total: 12

Ah yes, the dark horse of Heartslabyul lol I feel like Trey is the type of person who could sleep around a bit due to being unable to express his feelings to his actual crush. He doesn’t seem like someone who’s super flirty, but his just has another way of flirting (more subtle?), and you never know when his flirtiness is going to jump out of him.  “It’s just sex so it doesn’t really matter” is something that Trey could think, even if he doesn’t act upon these thoughts.

Cater

Promiscuity: 4; Flirtiness: 4; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 14

Never fucking mind, this is the dark horse of Heartslabyul lol But at the same time, I don’t think Cater has sex all that often, he’s just open to the idea. Similarly to Trey, he gets into the “it’s just sex” mindset sometimes, and since he is yet to have an actual romantic interest in someone, he probably used to have flings in previous schools as well.

Leona

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 1; Sex-drive: 2; Kinkiness: 2.

Total: 10

Don’t get too excited about the first one: Leona simply doesn’t care :( When he’s in the mood, he’s in the mood. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does happen, he might even get a liiiiiiiiiiittle flirty. Just a little bit.

Ruggie

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 0; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 2.

Total: 10

Once again, Ruggie just doesn’t care how many people he has sex with. He doesn’t sleep around much these days, but if he had to, he wouldn’t mind: it’s not like he’s loyal to anyone. He also isn’t really into flirting and stuff, but he does get horny and has some tendencies that makes him not-so-vanilla.

Jack

Promiscuity: 0; Flirtiness: 0; Sex-drive: 4; Kinkiness: 1.

Total: 5

This boy is almost pure. Almost. He has some urges, but other than that, he is a saint.

Azul

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 3; Sex-drive: 1; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 8

Another guy for whom the idea of having multiple partners sounds like a bother and a waste of time and energy, but it’s not like he hasn’t ever thought of having multiple people who are way too out of his league fight over him only to say something among the lines of “ah I’m so benevolent that I’ll date both of you”. He is also quite kinky, but his sex-drive is a bit unpredictable. For the majority of time he isn’t into it at all, but sometimes it just jumps and makes him lose his mind a little bit…

Jade

Promiscuity: 0-5?; Flirtiness: 3; Sex-drive: 0-5?; Kinkiness: 5.

Total: 8? 18?

Speaking of fucking unpredictable, this man jumps from 8 to 18 based on how you look at him... He definitely wouldn’t mind having sex with multiple people at once; the only reason for Jade to be loyal to someone is to create a certain image to manipulate people around him. He could also be either not interested in sex at all or be even more into it than Floyd. We’ll go with the latter for now. Also, he is another character who wouldn’t do the traditional flirting, but the way I look at it is that he pretty much flirts with everyone he’s speaking to in his own way. The guy is simply having too much fun lol

Floyd

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 4; Sex-drive: 4; Kinkiness: 5.

Total: 18

Floyd’s also not the most stable person when it comes to these numbers, sometimes he has days when he doesn’t want to see anyone, but I guess his “default” state is 18. He is flirtier than Jade, who is more casual about it; and he definitely doesn’t mind sleeping with whoever he is into that day. I feel like any type of situations that would require Floyd to be loyal would just piss him off.

Kalim

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 3; Sex-drive: 4; Kinkiness: 2.

Total: 10

Kalim is sweet and innocent, but he is also deeply passionate and loves to love. I feel like he would feel bad for two-timing, and despite being quite a flirt, he has tunnel vision when it comes to the actual romantic attraction. He does a lot of things that could be considered romantic with others, like he could cuddle with them, shower them with presents, do all this stuff, but when it comes to sex, he is surprisingly loyal. And hungry. And super clingy.

Jamil

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 2; Sex-drive: 1; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 7

And yet another “having multiple partners would be bothersome” person lol But it’s easier for me to imagine Jamil sleeping with multiple people if he has a reason to do so; it’s not his moral code that stops him from doing so. He is also very flirty when he has to be, and he is stupidly good at flirting, but he is not that into it. He’s also not into sex in general… but he surely does have a couple of skeletons in his closet.

Vil

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 4; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 3.

Total: 11

Vil is the main reason to have promiscuity and flirtiness as two separate things lol I feel like when Vil’s in the mood he enjoys flirting a lot. With the men that he likes, of course. He really likes teasing them, making them flustered, provoking them and stuff. But he also strikes me as someone who is very loyal, or at least not prone to having flings or several partners. Vil is also super good at keeping it together and abstaining from sex for long periods of time, but he is actually quite a passionate lover once he’s showing “this” side of him.

Rook

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 5; Sex-drive: 5; Kinkiness: 5.

Total: 20

Ah…. Wow. I didn’t even plan this. Speechless.

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Epel

Promiscuity: 2; Flirtiness: 2; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 2.

Total: 9

He is in this rebellious stage that Deuce has already left. He is still a bit clunky in terms of both romance and sexual stuff, but he wants to try everything, so at this point his parameters are this high. Overtime he might calm down… or get much worse lol depending on his experience.

Idia

Promiscuity: 0; Flirtiness: 1; Sex-drive: 1; Kinkiness: 4.

Total: 6

In general, Idia would rather jump out of the window than to even think about anything even remotely related to this direction. He’s not promiscuous because there is no way he’ll ever get even one partner, let alone multiple ones… what is he, a date sim protag? Don’t make me laugh. That would just be ridiculous.

His deep knowledge of hentai tropes is that gives him a 4 and makes him a bit higher on this list…

Ortho

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 5; Sex-drive: 5; Kinkiness: 5 ??????????????

Total: ?????

Not in a regular Rook Hunt sense, but Ortho is interested in everything, so the latter two parameters are basically him going “oh I have so much to learn about this!”, and Ortho has a huge appetite when it comes to learning. So when he is suddenly into flirting, he’ll start flirting the heck out of people, collecting all the data he could. And you know how it is with human-based research: the more data – the better!

But if I had to think about human!Ortho, I would say he’s around 0 (very loyal), 3 (quite flirty though), 4, 5. So in the final list, let’s use 12 for him

Lilia

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 4; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 4

Total: 16

Yeah, Lilia doesn’t really care about being loyal to someone, he’s just here to have fun. But at the same time, his sex drive and kinkiness used to be higher, but his flirtiness – a bit lower (I guess he used to be more of a aggressive flirter than he is now). Lilia tried pretty much everything over the course of his life, and he’s a bit calmer now… so to him this is actually a small number, but it’s still pretty high.

Silver

Promiscuity: 1; Flirtiness: 0; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 4

Total: 8

Silver isn’t a flirt, but he’s more sexually driven than he looks. It’s just that he is way too used to having sex on a regular basis, which is also why he is kind of kinky. He is also pretty loyal, but then again, Lilia did say to him that he should try things with different people, so I can picture him going for it when someone’s hitting on him.

Sebek

Promiscuity: 0; Flirtiness: 0; Sex-drive: 5; Kinkiness: 4

Total: 9

Ah Sebek, you would be such a bore if you weren’t so horny and easily provoked lol But in all honesty, Sebek’s prudeness and 0 understanding of how flirting works makes him even more hilarious. He is so helpless… So when someone who he’s into (Malleus) flirts with him, his brains shut down. And when someone he doesn’t like flirts with him teasingly, he gets so angry it actually makes him horny. He’s a mess lol

Malleus

Promiscuity: 3; Flirtiness: 4; Sex-drive: 3; Kinkiness: 3

Total: 13

It’s not like he sleeps around, and he usually clings closely to the one person that he loves, but he is also the prince which means if he wants to have someone there is no way he’ll stop just because someone thinks he should. He also really enjoys flirting with people and watching their reaction, he loves to shower in their admiration, but he also gets especially playful when they flirt back, and at some point he gets carried away, so yeah lol He is also not super obsessed with sex, but he loves it when it’s good. And kinky but to a very specific degree.

Crewel

Promiscuity: 5; Flirtiness: 3; Sex-drive: 5; Kinkiness: 5

Total: 18

He has quite a social life outside his job, okay? I’ll only add that while he enjoys pet play and dirty talk, he isn’t really a traditional flirter. People get way too clingy when he flirts with them in just a regular way… ugh, the joys of being too sexy.

Trein

Promiscuity: 0; Flirtiness: 1; Sex-drive: 0; Kinkiness: 1

Total: 2

Ah grandpa <3 Ironically, I don’t think it used to be all that different to him when he was younger. He just strikes me as someone who is not all that into sex…

Well that was a long list. Here are the results:

Uh… congratulations, Rook?

#replies #headcanons

[bobawitch]

hey, i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if you could write a platonic chris fic (or romantic, whatever u feel like writing), where they're at a party or smth and he helps the reader out when a guy keeps hitting on her and won't take a hint. thank u in advance if you write this!

a/n: omg tysm for the request and the kind words. im glad you enjoy my writing and i loved this prompt. hope you enjoy <3

pairing: ace/aro reader x chris (platonic)

cw: this does have themes of some sexual harrassment and could be found triggering to some readers. please read at your own discretion. she/her pronouns used and y/n used.

wc: 1308

Halloween night. As was said in Mean Girls it’s one of the only nights of the year when a girl can dress in a revealing way and not get absolutely destroyed by other people for it. Now you found that trend a bit cliche but who doesn’t enjoy looking good for a party? It was a party held by the triplets who had quickly become some of your favorite people in the world. Chris especially, he was your best friend. He was like a twin flame for you, plenty of the fans asked if the two of you were dating but you were quick to admit that you are aromantic and asexual. When you first told Chris he seemed a bit confused and proceeded to ask you as many questions as his funny little head could come up with. You didn’t mind answering questions and you actually appreciated that he tried to understand your romantic and sexual orientation. After that it was history, Chris was like the brother you always wanted. You spent almost all the time with each other, going to concerts and sports games together. You frequently traveled with the triplets back to Boston and Mary Lou absolutely adored you. She’d often call you to get opinions on things she was planning to buy. The triplets found this absolutely adorable and would often tease their mom about it. Mary Lou liked to call you her daughter and honestly you didn’t mind it that much. 

You were currently sitting in Chris’s room watching him pick which costume he wanted to go with. Part of him debated going as Steve Harrington again, or maybe just being the 80s jazzercise coach again. You on the other hand had decided to be a little witch. Basic enough that you weren’t stressed out but could still be cute. Although you didn’t fully send into the sluttiness that usually surrounds Halloween you did have some skin showing. Chris told you you looked amazing which made you gush, you thanked him before calling him corny. “What? Corny!? I can’t compliment my best friend now??” You laughed at Chris’s fake offended face. “Nope!” You teased before looking back down at your phone. You scrolled through tik tok for a bit longer before pushing yourself up to stand. “I’m gonna wait in the kitchen.” You said and Chris nodded. “Ok, see you in a bit.” 

Within no time the triplet’s house had flooded with people, mostly people you knew but a few friends brought their new partners. One person’s partner brought their brother to the party. He was a tall built fellow with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was definitely conventionally attractive though that mattered little to you. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that he was staring but you just avoided him by walking away. You were currently sitting over on the couch next to a socially exhausted Nick. You nudged his shoulder and he smiled at you with a slightly pained expression. “How you doing bud?” He sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. “I’m so tired. Why are there so many people all the time?” You sighed, laying your cheek to the top of Nick’s head. “Yeahh, parties are kind of a lot.” As you both sat and sighed in antisocial feelings Larray danced his way over to Nick, grabbing his hand and smiling at you. “Mind if I take him?” You looked at Nick who seemed to get a little excited by Larray coming to him. You smiled at the man and nodded. “Go for it.” Nick soon got up and walked away with Larray. You leaned back into the soft couch, closing your eyes for a moment before taking a sip of your root beer. You only opened your eyes upon feeling the cushions next to you sink. You turned your head to see the brother that had been staring at you all night. You furrowed your brows in confusion, quickly looking to make sure you knew where Matt, Chris, or Madi were just in case. Though in the midst of your scouting the man had gotten closer to you. “Hey hot stuff, what’s your name?” You looked at the man, suddenly feeling the need to grasp your cup a little tighter. “Uh, Y/N. Can I help you?” The man smirked and leaned closer to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “Let me make you a drink. You look interesting. I want to get to know you.” You tried to put a polite smile on your face before shaking your head gently. “Oh uh I’m sorry I’m actually aromantic and asexual so I’m not really interested in anything.” You found that most of the time if you just told them you weren’t into it they’d leave you alone. Hopefully this guy was the same, but to your dismay the man’s smirk didn’t waiver after you turned him down. You began to stand, seeing that he was standing with you. “Oh come on, I’m sure you just haven’t found the right guy for you.” His hand grazed your wrist, soon holding it with a frightening strength. Your heart began to race and you tried to move your arm away from the guy. “No thank you, I’d like to walk away now please.” He pulled you closer to him and you shut your eyes, fear overcoming your entire body. But instead of hearing his creepiness again you heard a familiar voice. “Hey bro she said she wasn’t interested.” You opened your eyes to see Chris standing between you and the guy. He was still holding your wrist yet you were focused on Chris and the anger that seemed to radiate off his body. “Hey man, we aren't looking for any trouble. Sweetheart and I were just about to leave. No need to get angry.” The guy said, his grip tightening on your wrist. He tugged you, making you step closer to him and farther from Chris. “I’m not gonna tell you again dude. Leave her alone.” You reached out to Chris, trying to let him know you were ok. That you could handle it and that he didn’t need to worry but it was too late. You saw the guy’s mouth open but Chris was staring at his hand that gripped onto you. 

Within a flash you saw Chris lunge at the guy, connecting his fist to his face and repeating. Suddenly the room fell silent as the creepy guy fell to the floor, CHris stradling to land a few more blows. The upbeat music was all you could hear for a moment before you snapped out of your daze. You quickly moved forward, grabbing Chris’s arm and forcing him to look at you. “Chris stop please!” You pleaded with your best friend, his ocean eyes boring into your own. He stopped punching the guy before letting you help him up. “Get out of my fucking house.” Chris said down to the man. “And do not EVER come back.” The guy looked at you before wiping blood away from his mouth and scrambling to his feet. He looked at Chris’s heaving body before turning and leaving, pushing multiple people away as he made his way to the door. You looked at everyone around you, most were speechless and your eyes landed on Nick and Larray. You sighed and grabbed Chris’s hand, intertwining your fingers before pulling him away from the party. Slowly people began to speak again but it was muffled behind Matt’s door. You shut the door and looked at Chris who looked directly back at you. Without a word you wrapped your arms around Chris’s torso, tears streaming your face as you buried yourself deep in Chris’s chest. He wrapped his own arms around you as he tried to catch his breath. He held you close to him as you sobbed, not wanting to let you go. “If I ever see that guy again I’ll beat the shit out of him.” You smiled gently at that, slowly calming yourself in his arms. “Thanks Chris.” “Of course Y/N. I love you, call me if anyone ever treats you like that again.” “Ok, I will. I love you too Chris.”

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[xamaxenta]

THE PRIEST AU IS HOOOOO .... HOOOOOOOOO BOY... ITS GETTING TO ME ... XAM AND RACCOON YOURE TOO POWERFUL TOGETHER

i love a repressed freakazoid sabo so much and i love a tortured marco but i also like the idea of marco Appearing to be a perfect saint (haha) but really hes just part of the church to help the community. outside church he plays a little loose and sloppy with gods rules.... you would never ever think it but brother marco has a body covered in tattoos and pierced EVERYTHING under that stuffy outfit .. he kissed a boy at 15 but he never STOPPED kissing boys he just never mentioned it. hes still devoted to god in his own way helping people and being part of the church but he also figures if god didnt want his ass at the club He would not have made it so fat.

anyway ace loudly shuts these clowns down in his sexy goth outfit and they all part ways, sabo starts spiralling over how into men he is and marco definitely was checking that guy out but hes maybe a little too young for a priest, that just feels in bad taste , so he figures he will get his slutty clothes on and go to the club to find some guy to forget about the minxy freckled snack instead. except. said minxy snack is here. at the club. and asking him to dance.........

sabo meanwhile followed marco out because hes an obsessive little stalker and is currently watching brother marco grinding like a stripper on that insanely hot guy (the devil?) from earlier and will be having dreams about it for the rest of his life

YELLING LMFAO I NEED THIS SHIT PRINTED ON MY WALL ASAP

“IF GOD DIDNT WANT HIS ASS AT THE CLUB HE WOULDNT HAVE MADE IT SO FAT”

Amen halleujah losing it because youre right this is the way

Ofc i love freaky stalker unhinged repressed everything Sabo like bro knows hes not right and prolly should check into the nearest mental hospital for an evaluation but nah hes here watching brother Marco grind up on the hottest devil of a stripper (Ace) and get ground back on and he wants in how does he get in idk just joins

Marco has enough cake for them both man

#REAL THO. MARCO NEVER STOPPED KISSING BOYS #mas

[twst-drabbles]

I love the idea of jade in a maid dress! Definitely feel like long skirts fit him more too, I feel like Floyd would wear a shorter skirt with a maid dress. Bit nsfw, of the twst cast who would wear a more slutty maid dress and who would wear more modest ones? (Sorry if this doesn’t make sense English is not my first language)

Funny part about it is that Floyd would wear a short skirted maid outfit not to be sexy but because it's easier to move in. His boxers would show and they clearly don't match the maid outfit. Let's see, let's see.

Alright, so Rook is of the unique variety where, no matter the length of the maid outfit's skirt, he'd always make it feel slutty one way or another. That's just within his power. Oh and obviously he's not wearing anything under.

Vil would 100% wear a maid outfit with a long skirt. He needs to be classy, but his main focus would probably be what goes on under that skirt. Wouldn't shock me if he prepared lingerie under all that fancy wear.

Leona... yeah no, he cannot make it sexy. He's the kind of man that wears the short skirted maid outfit, but refuses to take off his pants. You want to see up his skirt, you have to work for it. That's if he's in the mood.

Malleus is another maid with the long skirt and long sleeves. He has little clue in maid play and actually ends up cleaning your things because he gets too into the zone. He will break things though. Really gotta walk through the steps of what's fun for you because if you point him in one direction, he will march nonstop towards it.

Azul I feel would be another long skirted individual, with the maid dress being real puffy. Lots of ruffles all around. Looks real warm to wear in the winter time.

Epel I think would go for the mid route and have a knee-length skirt. Doesn't want his underwear to show, but also doesn't want it to be too long. He'll trip over it! Also Vil would make him wear that frilly headdress that comes with the maid outfit.

Riddle's maid outfit would be above the knees that's because he's always so busy. He's real flustered about wearing one, obviously, but eventually ends up forgetting he's wearing one at all if he's busy enough. It's funny to remind him that wearing the thing and watch him turn red all over again.

Ace and Deuce both wear short skirts. Depending on their mood and what they're feeling, Ace will probably go all out and wear those thigh high socks with garter belts just to mess with the onlooker, while Deuce goes for a more sweet route and wears ankle socks and cute mary janes shoes. Both are wearing briefs.

Jack, at first, wears the shorter skirt for ease of movement, but ends up switching to a thin long skirt instead. But the sleeves must be short. Does not want long sleeves. He thinks he doesn't fit this style at all, being so big and buff. So he always ends up looking grumpy and embarrassed.

Idia's a long skirt wearer and will be mumbling about the aesthetics of the maid outfit under his breath and how it has to be this specific way because short skirts are for the degenerates that do not appreciate the classics. You know, classic "I'm better than the rest of you normies, because if I'm not, I literally have nothing." Idia.

Lilia... short skirt as his present version, long skirt for his General days. Lilia would wear those huge chunky gothic lolita shoes even though he likes to float half the time. Would do some stylish rips in the apron and probably add a little color here and there.

Silver is a long skirted one, long sleeves too. Has an overly decorative headdress that's basically a bonnet. Does not suit him. Clearly made by Lilia with whatever flowers he found, yarn that he found nice, and colorful glittery streamers and bedazzled as well. Silver got the multi-layered skirt purely because it's comfy.

Sebek's is also long, but he got it a little too long so he ends up ripping it or tripping over it as a result, especially when he gets into another Malleus rant. He walks so stiffly too, which does not help his balance.

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[steveharringtons-lover]

Off Limits (Pt. 1)

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (she/her)

summary: Steve Harrington much to his delight discovers Dustin has a cousin who’s come to live with his family.

a/n: don’t worry people there will be more parts and they will be slutty and smutty!!

warnings: implied sexual acts, semi-nudity.

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“So what exactly are we going to be dragging into my car? Because if that thing has any chance of blowing up, then no.” Steve said, looking at Dustin's newest invention.

“You’ll see, come on give me a hand guys!” Dustin said looking over to the rest of the gang and Steve who was dragged along because he was the only one who could drive.

“I’m going to go call Robin and tell her I might be a bit late to hangout tonight.” Steve said looking over to all the equipment realising how long it would take for the kids to get their stuff together let alone in his car.

“Yeah alright, just be quite my cousin just got here and she’s pretty jetlagged so she’s sleeping.” Dustin called out after Steve.

“Why have we never heard of this cousin before?” Will asked, Dustin only shot him a confused look and shrugged.

Everyone else ignoring it and continuing to help Dustin with his newest invention.

Thinking nothing much of it, Steve made his way out into the kitchen, only to run into Dustin’s cousin. Who just so happened to be very underdressed.

Your hand shot up to your mouth as you saw Steve not realising Dustin had people over, extremely attractive people over.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You say looking down at what you’re wearing, which unfortunately was only a singlet and a pair of underwear.

“No don't apologise.” Steve said jaw practically on the floor. “I mean it’s your house, well not really but you know.”

“Right well um I’m (Y/N).” You say awkwardly with flushed cheeks and a shy smile. “Im gonna go put some pants on and maybe a bra on then I’ll introduce myself properly.”

Steve who was left in a complete state of shock could only gawk at her as she sort of ran back into her room down the hall.

He quickly picked up the phone and dialed Robins number. “Hello?” Steve asked almost frantically. “Like semi emergency.”

“Wow thanks for asking Steve I’m doing great!” Robin said sarcastically. “What’s wrong.”

“I think I just fell in love.” Steve said. “Dustin has this cousin over from god knows where and she’s gorgeous.”

“Here we go again, how long is she in town.” Robin asked, Steve too love struck to register her annoyed tone over the phone.

“I don’t know, oh I’ve got to go! Going to be late tonight bye!” Steve said quickly hanging up the phone as he heard the sound of a door opening.

“Is it bad that I think I liked the last outfit better?” Steve said with a smile tugging at his lips as you came into the kitchen.

“Wow you’re forward, can’t say I don’t like it though.” You said grinning at him, heading back to the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat. “How about you tell me your name first pretty boy.”

“Steve, Harrington.” He said still staring at you, the name sounding awfully familiar when it finally clicked.

“Oh Steve! I’ve heard plenty about you from Dustin over the phone!” You watched as his facial expression quickly changed to a slightly concerned one.

“Good things I hope?” Steve asked sceptically taking a seat down at the kitchen bench.

“I was warned actually, that you were off limits by Dustin and that you’d most definitely flirt with me.” You said with your back turned to him busy fixing yourself a snack.

“Dammit Henderson.” Steve muttered underneath his breath. “So how long are you in Hawkins for?”

“A while, definitely the summer and probably longer. My parents are off doing business abroad, so they decided they couldn’t leave me home that long.”

“My parents are the same, well at least my dad. He’s always away on business and my mum doesn’t trust him.” Steve said. “I’ve usually got the house to myself.

“Is that your not so subtle way of coming onto me?” You asked leaning your elbows onto the bench directly across him.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Steve asked bringing his face closer to yours.

“I don’t know, I think I might need to be persuaded a bit more. Maybe-“ You begin to say before your cut off by the sound of Dustin and his friends making their way towards the door.

“Hello! Steve we’re going!” A redhead girl yelled at him. “Unless you want me driving again.”

That seemed to snap Steve out of his lust filled trance.

“I’ll uh see you around then?” Steve said to you quietly looking you up and down one more time.

“Sure thing Harrington.” You said sending him a wink as he was dragged out the door by Dustin and all his little friends.

“You better not have been flirting with my cousin Harrington!” Dustin scolded as he got into the car.

“You are not riding shot gun! Off limits? Really Henderson!” Steve glared at him and pointed to the back.

“Come on red your in front, this is the closest you’ll ever get to driving this car again.” Steve said before reluctantly pulling away from the Henderson house.

Later that night as he and Robin sat down for their annual movie night Steve couldn’t help but shake the image of you in your underwear.

“Steve your not even paying attention.” Robin said slapping his arm. “If you like her so much why don’t you just called her and ask her out!”

“I can’t I’m off limits!” Steve said glaring at her. “Dustin apparently told her all about me and that I’m off limits vise versa!”

“So no Robin I cannot call her! She’s living in the same house as Henderson and they share a phone.”

“Hawkins is a small town you’ll run into her eventually and it’s not like Dustin’s going to be home 24/7.” Robin said ready to give up on Steve and watch the movie by herself.

“You're right.” Steve said as he settled onto the couch and turned the movie on. “What Dustin doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Like I always am.” Robin muttered quietly.

“Ok now shut up so we can watch, I swear if you talk about her again I’ll kick you out and I don’t care if this is your house I’ll do it.”

Part 2 here!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagines #Steve Harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #Steve Harrington fic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

[ahungeringknife]

D'aelar - A zealous servant. One's most loyal vassal. One who does unpleasant things. Most loyal. One who has no greater love than that of their lord.

Spayar is the d'aelar of the generation of royals and he only has one task: kill the entire royal family to put his best friend on the throne before they're both killed instead. Clearly a simple task. Or it would be if the Alliance wasn't suffering both too much and not enough rain leading to a food shortage. And that is just the start of Spayar's problems when conspiracies land at his feet; his puppet thief lord is dead; and he's got a thousand other problems and all of them are the royal princes and princesses of the Alliance who either want him dead or want him to forsake his best friend and join them instead.

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Intro post to my big WIP I've written... oh like 5 times and never been quite satisfied with it but I'm cracking at it again; my dark fantasy story the Zealous Servant. This is a story about you and your bff murdering your entire family because how succession is handled in your country is fucking bananas. It's also a very queer story. Main protags are all queer in some way. We got charming gays, mean bisexuals, slutty pansexuals, murderous aces, token straight friend, and a god following Spayar around because it sounds like a good story! Oh what fun we're gonna have killing the royal family :)

Cast of Characters

Master Reference Page

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[djhamaradio]

I do not have a brand because I am not a corporation.

I lost my job recently and had to log back into my LinkedIn account. The whole thing felt forced and weird because I never use the app and I never post anything and suddenly I posted an alert showing I was open for work. The whole process felt weird because everyone in my network seemed to be confused because everyone on there is an ace at networking and using their personal brands to show people what they have going on in their work lives and I felt like a faker. Same way I feel when I am told I am not effectively branding my radio show and my escapades in the record digging world to become a vinyl influencer (not sure if that exists). The whole thing has me depressed because I get the feeling my inactivity is not helping with my job prospects. And no matter what advice I read on Forbes or whatever blog about personal marketing I’m never going to be good at it. I lack the brand consistency or whatever it’s called because ultimately I am not that committed to this world of personal branding. The article above from the wonderful folks at Vox reminds me that this is one of the legacies of late market capitalism everyone is merely a sellout but we don’t have interests or passions anymore everything we do or say has to be leveraged for likes and followers. The thing I find most intriguing about this world is the pervasisveness of hucksterism, and just pure fakery. I find people employing awful vague corporte phrases like maximizing productivity to describe their day to day lives.I find people posting shit about how one can leverage their brand to build a following that will lead them to make a living off social media. it is all disgusting but more than anything speaks to just how much consumerism, and capitlism in general has infected every sacred facet of human life. We have all become brands, and as brands your ultimate goal is to sell, sell and sell. Sell agressively, sell even if it means lying and sell with your consumer in mind. I look at myself I truly joined social media to connect with friends, at some point I left Facebook because my conservative family had joined and thewas now on they had an issue with my Halloween costume (Me dressed as a member of De La Soul and my girlfriend at the time in. slutty Nun costume), so I deleted the account and stuck with IG. On IG aI liked sharing music banter, odd ball humour and rap references with my small cast of friends who get it, and I use it to let people know when my radio show is on. My show is decently popular and I dont make a living doing it, I do DJ gigs on the side and I make decent guap doing it but would absolutely never do that for a living. The DJ gig funds the record collecting, and the radio show is a creative outlet that is all it is. I dont give a shit about branding, even though in a sense I am acting like a brand but I am not selling you anything. I put myself out there simply to say hey check out what I am doing and let me know if you fuck with it other than that no biggie. I aint out here saying if you listen to my radioshow your dick will grow bigger, all the chicks will like you and I am offering somekind of solution to one of lifes ills. My purpose is simply to say hey dont know what you doing but tune into my non-commercial uninterrupted absolutley amteurish radio show where you get to hear me play funk, soul, jazz and african music, for its on sake and not to sell but plugs or lawn mowers. The branding shit is particularly insidious because it makes us forget that there was a time when people congregated because they shared deep interests outside of the capitalist objective, think about stamp collectors, book clubs, bowling leagues and in my case a group of guys who drive around the midwest frequenting record stores spending huge amounts of hours scouring dollar record bins for prized records (This is also a dying art but I digress). I think at the heart of it social media has democratized aspects of the creative world. I just want to live in a world where I am not a brand.

#duppy echoes #djhamaradio #college radio #late market capitalism #the internet #influencer culture

[moonjxsung]

Hey Star, I wanna ask you some silly question lol hopefully this is fun to answer!!

What’s your favorite hair color/style Jisung has had?

What’s your favorite Jisung solo song?

Favorite Jisung fancam?

Do you like it better when Jisung sings or raps?

Favorite Jisung era?

Do you think you and Jisung would make a good couple? (lol this one is for our delulu sides 🩷)

I have a conversation like this with my friend today where we asked each other silly shit about our biases and we legit talked for hours about it. I wanted to share some questions with you 💗

~🌷~

OH LOVE THISSSSS 😭🫶 my sister and I always talk about our biases for literal HOURS and it’s actually insane how long we can talk about the simplest little things pertaining to them. Thank you for asking these ahhh these were so fun to answer!! Here are the most condensed answers I came up with (bc let’s be real I could write paragraphs about this man😮‍💨☝️)

1. I love love LOOOVE Jisung’s natural hair, either black or a lighter brown. I always tell my sister his natural hair reminds me of a Korean Flynn Rider (the smolder and everything😭) and I think it suits his prominent eyebrows so beautifully and he just looks so boyfriend!! Second fav is the silver/blonde hair… he literally looks like AI with silver hair like he does NOT look real 😧🫶 Jisung definitely sits on my personal list of top 10 best looking idols and he also looks UNBELIEVABLE in person. Pics for reference but there were so many to pick from omg I had a field day on Pinterest fr

2. I’m obsessed with Run!!!! I think it’s such a fun song to listen to while I work or run errands or something. It has such a unique beat and it just feels very Jisung to me. Also I know it’s not technically a solo song but huge Muddy Water enthusiast too specifically for Jisung’s part 😵‍💫🤌 I died hearing it live at the Maniac tour he is SO talented

3. THIS WAS HARD…. I’m gonna go with the Maniac fancam for Show Champion OR the S-Class fancam for Mcountdown. I love when Jisung knows he looks good and just exudes confidence and talent like the Maniac one, he’s so sexy fr ☹️ the S-Class fancam is one of my fav outfits he’s ever worn I just think it’s so unique and the whole vibe of it feels so space-like 🪐☄️ fun fact I actually tried to buy his exact vest SO many times but they were always out of my size so I ended up getting Felix’s Psychonaut vest instead (by the same brand) their stylists should’ve gotten a raise for those outfits fr

4. I love both so so much but I’m very partial to his rap! I think he has one of the most unique voices amongst 4th gen in terms of rap and he just has such an effortless and smooth flow. Such an ace in so many ways and his rap really solidifies that for me every time I hear it. He also sounds exactly the same live and it’s so clear he’s just naturally gifted when it comes to his rap !!

5. Honestly it sounds like a copout but I have to go with Rock Star era only because he seems so HAPPY??? I know 5-star was a pretty rough era for him and we barely heard from him + it was clear he was maybe going through something (Jisung my beloved ☹️) but it was so good to see him smiling so much this comeback and just joking around with the members again and enjoying his stages. Happy Jisung is the best Jisung 🥹 also his stylists did NOT hold back with the fashion like we got slutty little Jaist™️ for so many stages and his outfits were all so god-tier

6. Ahhh my favorite question 🫶👼 and I have to go with a resounding no unfortunately 😭 I would LOVE to say we’d make a great couple but honestly I think Jisung and I are too similar in so many ways and we would get sick of each other pretty fast. Or at least he would get sick of me ☹️ we’re both often the entertainers among our friends/family or always the ones making others laugh and just being silly, and I think together it would hinder one of us to only let the other be the entertainer. We also both tend to get a little moody (not that it’s a bad thing!) but I feel like our communication skills wouldn’t be great when we need to be left alone or we’re just experiencing a low before we feel high again. I think we’d also spend most our our relationship asleep (I’m like 24/7 tired I think I have hypersomnia or something lol) and we probably wouldn’t make a great effort to spend quality time together or plan cute dates. People always say you’re very similar to your bias and compatible to your bias wrecker (in my case Felix) and I think that’s so true! That would never stop me from trying with Jisung though we can just take naps and be goofy together for however long we can stand each other 🤭

TYSM FOR ASKING BESTIE I LOVED THIS SMMMM I LOVE YOU 🫶😭🩷

#🌷 anon #ask #han jisung #he’s still my boyfriend 🤕🫶 #pookie for life

[strayheartless]

Who would you cosplay as from FF7? Your only limitation is that you will have to believe in all of their superstitions and conspiracy theories while in costume. For example, if you cosplay Zack, you must believe in Santa, the Easter bunny, local Gongagan myths like how you have to shake out your boots or the evil pixies will bite your toes to make you shorter, etc.

Oh god I do not have the gender qualifications to answer this without going into turmoil.

Okay, so assuming I could absolutely pull it off and not have a crisis afterwards I’d say I could pull off Aerith pretty well, simply because as a mean little sibling myself, I think I could match her energy and beliefs.

I am the zero energy, sit and stare at the wall variety of neurodivergent. I’m also far too logical to believe in mythical creatures. I love reading about them and writing about them etc, but believing is a whole ball game that I don’t have the hand eye coordination for. So Zacks out unfortunately.

I feel like I talk too much to pull Cloud off. Maybe I could if I was overstimulated? Clouds got a whole “not religious but definitely somewhat spiritual” vibe that I can rock with, and the urge to tell people to fuck off but also desperately want to help them I can definitely vibe with. So maybe Cloud??

Angeals too intimidating and organised. Never

Genesis… I don’t want to think about if I could pull Genesis off. I feel like I have the dramatics and possible snark if I’m relaxed with no filter, but I’ve been too well trained to be polite in company to pull it off in public… also he’s smarter than I am and possibly a little meaner than I’d like.

Sephiroth…. No. I love him but no. I vibe with tired and hates his job Seph, but no. I would not burn down a villiage or obsess over my mother.

Reno’s too slutty for me to be comfortable.

Rudes too quiet.

Maybe AC Tifa??? I like how nice she is, I think I could do that!

I’d pull of Cids attitude too well I think.

Yuffie’s got too much confidence. I could never.

I’d rather jump off of the SHINRA building then be hojo or Hollander

OH! I KNOW!!! KUNSEL, I WANT TO BE KUNSEL!!!!

Over shares

Quiet unless he’s comfortable and then talks your ear off

So many texts and emails

Never had to show his face and deal with gender

What even is his job?

Knows things but you don’t always know what it is that he knows!

Yeah, I wanna be Kunsel.

I’m not even going to assess the fact that I leaned towards cosplaying men. I’m not doing it.

#ffvii #crisis core #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #ff7 #ffvii yuffie #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #cid highwind #Kunsel Zelda #Reno #rude

[firstkanaphans]

Ok so like idk how this requesting stuff works, but pls know that my mind went crazy when you brought up the "aye could be slutty too if that's what akk wanted" line again. (I'm a different anon, but only friends has been one of my favorite fics since I found it)

So like if you had any more thoughts about that line in general, I would be eternally grateful. I just keep thinking about ayan trying to be seductive or slutty and I can't decide if I like the idea of him succeeding or failing more.

This is such a mess so sorry about that, but I can barely string a thought together with how excited I am about the idea rn

LISTEN. I’m obsessed with this idea, so I present to you a list of slutty things Aye has absolutely done at some point in time and you cannot convince me otherwise:

Gotten out of the shower soaking wet wearing nothing but a towel because the “five more minutes” of studying Akk requested was taking too long and he wanted to speed up the process

Sent Akk a dirty picture right before he walked into a mid-term because he knew it would calm him down

Insisted on fucking Akk while he was wearing Aye’s hoodie

Straddled Akk’s lap while watching a movie because Akk is incapable of taking hints and when Aye suggested Netflix, he’d really only been interested in the “and chill” part

Forced Akk to join him for a bubble bath because Akk had been stressed lately and “bubbles help”

Offered Akk a BJ if he aced his finals

Filmed himself jerking off and sent it to Akk because he had been left home alone for the weekend and wasn’t handling it well

Helped Akk study by inventing a game called “Strip Flashcards” in which he removed an article of clothing for every question Akk got right

And the sluttiest of them all:

Whispers “I love you” every single time they fuck even though Akk always makes fun of him for it

#sorry this took so long 😅 #hope this is what you were looking for 💕 #the eclipse #akkayan #slutty aye headcanons #asks