#and the tattoos are kinda driving me insane

[imsadstuff]

I love him

#no but like seriously #and the tattoos are kinda driving me insane #but um wow jungkook #i really love him #bts #bts fluff #bts pics #bts pictures #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts smut #jungkook

[tan1shere]

Baby I could slow down

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and I had no idea what to do until I was talking with a friend and she helped a bit, so enjoy !!

Summary: Ellie had been your tattoo artist for a bit, you hadn't gotten many tattoos in the past and if you did it wasn't anything huge. But you decided you wanted to get a tramp stamp, til things get heated.

Warnings: smut, mdni. Mirror sex, glove fixation ??? Bit filthy 😇 soft dom Ellie DUH this is me, I'm a soft dom Ellie fanatic. And sub, but kinda confident reader-? Ok that's all 😁

Masterlist

It was becoming an addiction. One tattoo was leading to 3, 6. So on and so on. You had a few tattoos already, but you decided today was the day you got a tramp stamp, you had been wanting one for some time. Only now were you going through with it. You have been going to the same artist since your first tattoo ever. She was your favorite not only was she good at her job but she was hot. And I mean hot. Everyone who knew of her thought the same thing. But she never would look at them like you. You were thankfully a tad blinded by it. Ofcourse you felt slight tension whenever you'd go, but you'd never think much of it. Until today.

You were wearing a white shirt that was tight to your skin, thin. Alongside some black jeans. It was later in the evening and you were her last for the day, which was usually the case, you would always go in the afternoon. You step through the doors, everything was quiet and it was just Ellie there. "Knock knock." You say, soon after seeing her come into the room. "Hey you." She grins slightly. You set your things down going over to the long flat table. "So a tramp stamp huh?" You nod. "Been wanting one for awhile actually." She grabs her black gloves. And you don't know what comes over you but the way she snaps it onto her hands makes you weak in the knees. You swallow, beginning to lay on your stomach on the black leather. "Haven't been in for awhile." She states, grabbing her supplies. You look infront of you, realizing the mirror was right there.

None of the tats youd get involved laying on your stomach. Ellie comes over, taking a moment looking at your curves, the way your lower back dipped as you prompted yourself on your forearms. Her gloved hands come to your sides slowly running along them, lifting your shirt in the process. Only a tiny bit before she goes to your jeans pulling them down just a smidge as you had high rise on, to get to your lower back. "This is going to look so good on you." She compliments. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had been just getting yourself sorted that you hadn't noticed there was quiet music going on in the background. Ellie places the stencil on your skin, making sure it was placed good. Once that was all sorted.

She begins to start the pen up, you hear the vibrations. Getting ready for the slight pinchy sting. But in all honesty, it wasn't that painful usually. Her lingering touches on your sides felt nice, in a way almost teasing. "The butterfly suits you." You bit your lip slightly. And this woman looks up for a second, into the mirror. Noticing the action. You didn't dare look back. Everything was quiet in the room, the air filled with something flirty. It was starting to drive you insane.

Eventually there was some small talk, she'd ask about life recently and you did the same. Catching up from the last time you had come in. Her hands softly touch your skin, bringing the needle into your skin. It stung a tiny bit but by now you were use to it. "Comfortable?" She asks. You nod slightly. "Yeah it's easing up the more I come." You look up and in the mirror to see her smiling, yet still focusing on the tattoo. "Glad you come back to me so often." You bit your lip a little. "Yeah course, you're the best at what you do." Her smile turns into a slight grin. "Oh yeah?" That made your heart skip a beat, the way her voice was right now. You wanted to squirm but you knew you had to stay still. Which made Ellie want to tease you even more, knowing you could do nothing. The thought rolled around her brain driving her a little crazy. Her fingers lightly brush your side as she gets a different angle.

Things were quiet, you could feel the slight tension tho. The hand that was on your side now Moves to rest on the curve of your ass. Your eyes go wide at how casually she does the action. It was hot regardless. "Don't mind my hand love, just trying to find the right position." You swallow. "No thats- fine." She lets out a slight chuckle at how rushed that came out. "Just gotta get myself comfortable y'know?" You bit your lip, harder this time. You had to stay calm you couldn't make any movements. But it's as if she was testing you. You peer at her through the mirror infront of you, until you realized the needle had stopped for a second. She was looking right back at you. Your eyes locked for a good minute, when you let out a breath. "Nervous?" She blurts out. You're silent. You're afraid if you open your mouth you might moan. That just makes you shake your head out of that thought. You needed to be the one to focus because Jesus Christ.

"No, just-" But you had no idea how to cover that breath up. Fuck fuck fuck. Was this embarrassing or what. "Going too fast?" That confused you slightly, almost making you choke on your own spit. "With the tattoo darling." Oh. Your eyes blink a few time. "Uhm, yeah just a little.." Great save. She noticed how silent you were all of a sudden. "Baby, I could slow down if that's what you need me to do?" Your eyes meet in the mirror again. "Since this is bigger than you're use to." There was a slight smirk evident on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. Wording things in such a way. "Uhm, it's ok just new to this, yeah- bigger than what I'm uhm. Use to." She just chuckles again, looking back down at the tattoo. But her focus was more on the way your back was arched. Her brain let it travel to all these thoughts. What it'd be like to see her fucking you from behind, especially with this tattoo. But that wasn't professional, was it Ellie? You let your eyes go away from the mirror, looking down at your hands.

Fuck it. She thought. She was almost done with it anyways. "Well. Whoever gets to be the one seeing this from behind is lucky. Very lucky." - "All done." She then says, to which you move sitting up. "Too bad no one gets to." You say. Ellie was sly, making sure you weren't involved with anyone by that statement. "Huh.. Shame." Your eyes meet yet again, but not before you turn your ass slightly to get a better look at it. You smile wide. "Oh my God I love it!" You beam. "Good good." She goes to clean up, about to take her gloves off when you stop her. "Wait- keep them on." She was a little shocked at the sudden request but did so anyway. You felt bold all of a sudden. "Maybe there's one person who could enjoy looking at it.. From behind." Her smirk grew. "Oh yeah? Who might that be?" You slowly stride closer. "Maybe the one who did it." She looks up at you from her seat, lust peeking through her green eyes.

Was she really going to go through with this. I mean this is her place, she could do what she liked. And it's not like she didn't know you at all. She was still looking at you. So were you, but your eyes traveled to her hands, her own tattoo. Good lord. She soon noticed making her smirk a bit with pride. She liked the way she affected you. She subtly moves her fingers around, she had it resting on her thigh. But since you were watching why not have a little fun. Her arm shortly flexes, making her slight veins stick out. You could feel your breathing getting heavier, you needed it. Needed her. Your eyes meet hers again, when suddenly she's reaching out. Grabbing the back of your thighs and swiftly pulling you onto her lap. Your breath got caught in your throat as you weren't expecting it. Her lips were immediately on yours. This kiss was well needed and hungry.

"Ever since you first came in here I've been wanting to do that." You bit your lip again, looking down at hers. "I think you should totally do it again." And she did instantly. Keeping her hands gently on your waist. "Get back on the table." She says slightly out of breath. "Only if you keep those gloves on." You smirk a lil, making her smirk too. "Yes ma'am." You try not to giggle like a pathetic little looser as she says that, getting back on the table. Her hand came in contact with your jeans before you do, yanking them down. You turn your head to look at her. She examines your body fully. "This will be fun." You smile more getting on the cushion table again. "Everytime I come for a tattoo I always wish we could do something.." You admit.

It boosts her ego crazily. She wastes no time taking your underwear off, gently pulling your legs so you're closer to her. "Mmmm." She let's out lowly. Your head lifts, looking at her in the mirror. "Want you to keep looking into it, want you to watch your face as I fuck you." You felt yourself clench around nothing, getting incredibly desperate for this now. You watch as she undoes her pants, getting out what you've been craving. "Matches the gloves, huh." Her voice made you wetter, and the thought made you close your eyes. She moves over your body grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you reopen your eyes. "What'd I say." Her voice was soft, laced with demand. "You bit your lip even harder. "To look in the mirror as you fuck me." She hums. "Good." You could feel the tip waiting to be slipped in. She does, shortly. Painfully slow if you might add. But once it was all in, you arch your back. Begging for more of it. "Haven't even moved yet babe." But you didn't care at all. You needed this. Now.

"Please." You breath, and it makes Ellie go crazy. She begins to move and not slowly either. In fact it was faster than you had anticipated. She was just as eager as you tho, the way your back arched, the way the tattoo looked. Your curves. She was loving this all too much. You look at her through the mirror, her eyes were looking at your body until then she met yours in the mirror. "Hear how wet you are? You had been wanting this huh?" You finally let out a moan, trying not to be too loud. "God you're so fine, glad you wanted this tat you look so hot with it. Especially in this position." It was her turn to bite her lip, watching as you moved on the strap too. It was intoxicating how this was all making you feel. "I'm so close." You blab, which made her speed up. Your eyes roll back, Ellie swears she could just cum at the sight of you in the mirror. The strap moving in a way that it gets her clit nice, making her groan and speed up again. "You look so good, shit."

Moans, grunts. Whines, were all that could be heard as you both come closer to your release. "Ellie i-" you were cut off by yet another moan. "I know, feel you clenching, mph. You're getting tighter." Your eyes never leave the mirror, and now so do hers. The latex of the gloves come in contact with your hips, sending you into overdrive as this gives her a better chance at slamming into you. You let out a cry of her name as you finally cum around her, Ellie looses it at the sight, the speed hitting her clit still making her cum along with you. All to be heard was heavy breaths. "It's free." She breathes out huskily.

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut

[kagamesayu]

I loved ur bimbo x shidou- you wrote him so well omg- pls make more with shidou <33

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader pt 2

c/w . implied female reader, smut MDNI, fluff, shidou ryusei is INSANELY CRAZY for you wc: 1.2 k a/n . omai gah my first ask 🥹 TY I WAS SO WORRIED I WROTE HIM TOO TAME!! blonde demon fuck 🥰 ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves putting a hand on your thigh when he drives. he has the music turned down - probably something from 'hide' - while he rests his cheek against his fist, staring and listening to you rambling about a cute puppy you saw.

the hand on your thigh squeezes and massages the flesh between his fingers absentmindedly. though he's looking at you, he probably isn't thinking about too much (when does he ever though) other than the fact that you look so fucking cute.

your shiny lipgloss, the animated way your hands move when you talk about how the puppy just kept hopping about and licking your 'fingies', how your eyes light up and shine.

he taps his pointer finger against your inner thigh twice, getting your attention, before leaning close, lips puckered. "got me all winded up doll~ ya look soo cute right now~!" and you pause, face turning hot before you giggle and peck his lips.

i hc him to have insane road rage, and you can tell by how angry he is by how he squeezes your thigh.

if it's just a long line, he'll squeeze your knee slightly, pinching and playing with the flesh while waiting for the traffic to move.

however if anyone does anything else like cutting in front of you or stopping suddenly, he immediately becomes to furious. his hand grips onto your thigh harder, digging his fingers into your flesh in an almost bruising grip. he does it both to relieve his rage and to keep you from flying too far away - even with the seat belt keeping you safe.

"these fuckers don't know how to fuckin' drive? almost made my baby fly out the damn car!"

he has a crazy look on his face. this is the only circumstance his hand leaves your thigh. it flies up to the horn, blaring it and staring right at the car that dared to put your safety at risk.

and the poor people who cut in front of you are non the wiser of the demon they angered. shidou will purposely drive to be beside the car and look inside with his piercing eyes.

safe to say the offenders will zoom tf away.

and when they do shidou will look straight at you wide smile on his face. 'praise me!' and what else can you do when your man protects you as well as he has?

anyone driving past your car would think there was a dog inside because of all the howling

shidou who clings and whines when he had to leave your side. every so often he has to go overseas for a match, and you almost always forget to request for day offs.

"my dumb little doll, makin' me suffer for their actions..." he always sulks, pouty as he snuggles deep into your neck.

he hates not having you be his side, hates not being to hold you, touch you, smell you, kiss you. he'd rather die than not be able to be with you.

for the days leading up to his departure he clings onto you. early morning runs are delayed cause he stays in bed longer, either with his cock buried deep inside, having you cockwarm him or with his head between your legs enjoying what little time he had left.

and when the time finally comes for him to leave has a few memorabilia to keep him going through the days. pictures of you, promises of calls every morning, afternoon and night, your undies, the usual!

might explore this more it sounds kinda fun ngl

shidou who loves your trampstamp. you'd gotten it while he was out of the country and took a picture of it to cheer him up.

you'd heard some of your girl friends got it and it made their significant others happy, so you did it too!

what could go wrong?

apparently a lot. the moment shidou saw the picture - accompanied by the text "got a new tattoo! isn't it cute?" - he went feral.

the picture of you in front of the mirror with your shirt off, undies pulled low to show him the fresh ink on your skin, killed shidou ryusei.

immediately he books a flight home. he doesn't care if the match is tomorrow, his doll got him a present and he needs to have them in his arms and on his dick right now.

he texted you that he was coming back but you didn't believe him. he has a match tomorrow, there's no way he's coming home!

oh sweetheart.

and you have no one else to blame other than yourself when he shows up ay the front door, dripping in sweat and lust, demanding you show him the tattoo.

the look he has in his eye is exactly the same as when he's on the field. the same look he has when he wants to shoot a goal. when he explodes.

and there is a goal here. right in front of him.

you.

shidou who makes you swatch new lipstick on him. red, pink, purple, green, he wants you to paint the whole damn rainbow on him with your lips.

you can bet the moment you return from a makeup store - using his money too, of course - he's grabbing you and sitting you on his lap on the couch and making you bring out your haul.

and you show it to him like you're a makeup youtube creator, hand behind the product and reading out the names to shidou. and he nods along, smirking and watching your child-like excitement over your newest palette.

"oh my god ryu!! look!!", you pull out a cute pink eyeshadow palette.

"ooh, that looks cute doll."

"it's the trixie mattel 'girl talk' palette!! i just saw it and had to buy it! look this hot pink is to die for!!"

and he thinks your rambling is cute, he really does, but all he's really excited to see is the new lipstick or lipgloss you bought.

"and look at how pink this lipstick is baby!"

you're too oblivious to realise how much he perked up, hands gripping your sides tighter, expectant look on his face as he watches your hands take out the products.

"i got this pink, and this one which is a little darker, and this one that's sparkly~!"

"well? what're you waitin' for then pretty?"

and that's your cue to start unboxing them, putting them on your lips and marking up your man.

30 minutes is all it takes for you to finish trying out all your new lipsticks. but you're not even focused on swatching it anymore.

now he's looming over your panting form, strings of drool connecting your lips. your eyes are teary, mascara dripping down your face as your hands grip onto his blond hair.

his face is littered with pink kisses. on his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin, his neck, everything all the way down to his naked chest is covered in kisses.

he's gorgeous. that's all your dumb little brain can think when he kisses you like this.

she's perfect. is all shidou ryusei can think when you kiss him like this.

#x bimbo!reader #x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #shidou ryusei x reader #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #✧. bllk

[moncherellie]

the red line (+ ai audios)

a/n: this one is inspired by the song cherry by rina sawayama. that drives me wack every time i hear it. rina u are a genius. requests still open :) i hope this is reminiscent of a first love/first girl crush. i sure projected here LMAO

-content/warnings: 4k words, kinda loser! ellie x loser! reader (pining pining pining), fem reader, lots of awkward flirting, reader has slight anxiety/overthinks, reader's first gay relationship, fleeting mentions of drug use/creepy dudes/homophobia

Moving from your small Midwestern town to the East Coast was a whirlwind of culture shock and nerves. The people in your town were tooth-achingly sweet, while East Coast people were straightforward enough to induce whiplash. The air seemed smog-clogged compared to the untouched crispness of a rural day, occasionally choking when you open your window in the morning and making the mistake of inhaling too deeply. But while the honeyed grass fields and clear cerulean skies of Wisconsin would always hold a fond place in your heart, its fresh air couldn’t compare to the refreshing feeling of a big city. Sure, people in your hometown were nice, but there was always an underlying threat of conformity- the asphyxiation of green grass lawns, American flags, and fishing trips was finally released when you entered Boston, your new home. 

You’d only been here a few days, moving into your apartment and getting to know the neighborhood, so there’d been no time to explore the broader city. At least, that was the excuse you’d use. A couple friends had called and urged you to take photos for them, saying that they were trapped at home and you were the only one who’d escaped the town. You’d type a short lol come with, but you needed to settle at your own pace. This was why, on the fifth day, you’d decided to traverse across the entire city to find a music store called “The Boston Beat” that caught your eye on Yelp. 4.3 stars, a fair selection of mainstream records and indie music, and a pride flag in the window, which was a welcome change of pace. You had a day plan.

You’d marched up to the light rail station, bought a card, and charged it with a day pass, unready to commit to the investment of a monthly pass. While not experienced with subway prices, 90 bucks seemed insane. You’d see if it was a worthy investment depending on the experience you’d have today. 

It was a hot August day- waves of heat warped your vision when radiating off the dark cement, metal fixtures stinging your hands when touched. The inside of the station was no better, muggy and dank. You found a strange comfort in it, the city becoming more human by the minute. You were surprised at how intuitive the subway had been so far, and you were gaining confidence with every step. Maybe you are cut out for this city shit. You step up to the entrance. Moment of truth. You swipe and arrogantly attempt to walk through, only to run into the locked turnstile. You had never been so immediately humbled. Well, fuck.

Swipe again. The card reader’s red light doesn’t falter. Swipe again. Still nothing. Swipe, swipe, swipe. The hell? You wiggle the turnstile, face heating as people start to group behind you. Fuckfuckfuckfuck- 

“Fucking… go… swipe through, shitass card.” You mutter, already emotionally drained from the eyes on you. Someone side-eyes you as they enter the stall next to you with ease, and you give them an apologetic, wide-eyed smile. I’m never leaving the house again, you think. You move to shove at the turnstile again, assuming that if you did nothing differently, the result would change. And you were… right?

“Fuck yeah! I’m so good.” You congratulate yourself for figuring it out, and you hear a low chuckle behind you. A tattooed arm holds a scraped and folded, worn-to-hell Charlie card. The slim fingers holding it are calloused but well-manicured, nimbly swiping the card again to let themselves through. You look up to see who pitied you enough to grant you entrance, and you’re surprised to see a pretty girl with auburn hair pulled up in a half-up-half-down do. Little pieces stick out of the sides, ends curling up and down wildly, short choppy hair framing her slender neck. Her face is wholly amused, lips curving into a small smirk and freckles shifting across her nose she smiles at you. She’s already incredibly attractive, but her eyes- God. Green and intense, reminding you of the duckweed coating the ponds at home. Like a Pollock of greens, browns, and flecks of yellow, her eyes meet yours as she holds up her card in two fingers, waving it in front of her face. She has a well-loved hair tie on her wrist. 

“Go through before it locks.” She chides. Your cheeks heat and you nervously laugh before pushing through. Beads of sweat stick to your face and neck, but you’re not sure if it’s from the summer heat or the embarrassment. The girl meets you on the other side and you fidget with the front edge of your tank top.

“Uhm, thanks for that. Was beginning to think I’d entered purgatory with all those people behind me.” You awkwardly joke, rifling through your bag. “I have cash, I can pay you for that-”

“Y’ don’t need to, it’s like two bucks. I’m a starving college student but I’m not that strapped for cash.” She glances at your jittering body, looking you directly into your eyes for the second time. Does she want to give you a heart attack? “You new or something? You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

You groan in response. “It’s that obvious?” The pretty stranger laughs.

“Not really. Maybe I’m more observant than most. Don’t sweat it, newbie, these stations are fucked up. It probably wasn’t your fault.”

“You sure?”

“Ah, you’re right- on second thought, maybe the MTA just hates you specifically.” She jokes, and you laugh. You’re straggling near the entrance, swaying around as you make small talk with her. 

“I wouldn’t put it past them, I’m shit with directions. They probably want to keep me off the trains at all costs.” You joke right back at her, and she chuckles again. Her laugh is pretty. Her smile is pretty. It’s a little cocky, but somehow in a chill way. Anyway, you figure it suits her. 

“Well, if you’re that bad, tell me where you’re going. Maybe I can help.” She offers. You tell her about The Boston Beat on the other side of the city, and her eyes twinkle. “Yo, no kidding. I work there. I’m off today, but I totally know where that is. It’s along the red line, here.” She leads you over to a scratched mess of a sign and points to where you can faintly make out a red path. “We’re here, you wanna get-” she stretches her arm out, “here.” She tells you which stop to get off at.

You thank her profusely and say goodbye. You head left towards the rail she told you to take, and to your mortification, she goes the same direction. Saying bye when she’s going the same way, stupid. You walk a little faster when you notice this, attempting to awkwardly force more space between the two of you. It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m just being silly- she doesn’t care! She’s not thinking about it! I’m just overthinking it.

Ellie, strolling behind you, actually is thinking about it. She watches as you speed-walk away, juxtaposing the way she casually strolls to lean against a support beam. Something about how you fidget and stutter was weirdly charming. Huh. She keeps staring.

You can tell someone’s watching you, but you assume that, as usual, it’s a gross old man. Your eyes come up, scanning the platform suspiciously for whichever creep you’ll have to tell off, but you make eye contact, again, with the pretty girl from earlier. Why was there so much eye contact? It was so nerve-wracking, but also… so exhilarating. The moment your eyes meet hers, she smiles, eyes crinkling. You immediately avert your gaze, breath catching.

A beat passes. You take your phone out and scroll the home screen for a minute. Open the compass app. Open the stocks app. Wow, how interesting. She’s probably not looking now, right? You sneak a glance, and she’s still looking. You don’t know if she stares out of disdain or curiosity. Thankfully, the speakers tell you to step away from the edge of the platform, alerting you of the oncoming vehicle. My saving grace, you think. You bounce on your heels as the subway train pulls up, and you take one last look at the girl. She’s looking away. Strands of brown hair move in the train’s wind, falling out of her bun, her side profile looking perfect in a somehow rugged way. Her oversized army green jacket folds and bends as she tucks her hair back and pulls her headphones on to block out the world. You find yourself wondering what she’s listening to. Maybe dad rock or riotgrrl.

You step into the car in front of you, feeling a strange ache deep within you that you can’t quite explain. Oh well. 

By the end of the day, the pretty girl from the subway station is out of your mind. You’ll never see her again, so there’s no point in mulling over it. You enjoyed your day of exploration, and Boston has left a very favorable impression so far. Today felt like self-care. Maybe you’ll do this next week, too.

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You’re working 2 part-time jobs to make ends meet. The first is a morning shift at a millennial coffee shop with eggshell walls, exposed brick, wood accents, and Hobby Lobby cursive signs saying “Don’t talk to me til’ I’ve had my espresso”. It pays decently, mostly because it’s busy as hell, but you’re getting tired of making a “grande”. You don’t have grandes, you’re not Starbucks. The second job is at a tour service. You’re always bored and you hate being surrounded by American history merch, but at least you’re in A/C. The coffee shop is just a block from your apartment, so it’s not much of a walk. The tour is 4 stops away on the subway.

Months go by. It’s October. Every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, you take the red line to your second job. And every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, you see her. The handsome girl with the generous subway card. 

Sometimes, you’re in the same car. You’ll glance up from your phone every so often, eyes raking over her. Everything about her tells a story. She always has a Jansport backpack and dirty black Converse. She dresses pretty masculine. Every Thursday, she carries a guitar with deep red paint and lacquer peeling off in chips, crumbling onto the floor. You wonder if she plays well. She argues on the phone with someone named Joel, but their conversations end in stubbornly grumbled “love you”s every time. Often, she wears that dark green jacket you met her in. You’ve been able to examine it a little more: it has some grease stains and says “Joel” on the front. Whoever he is to her, he’s probably some kind of mechanic. She’s always a little more tired than the day before. Sometimes you lay in bed and wonder if you’re some kind of creepy stalker. If you’re obsessed. No, you reason, she just looks cool. 

Across the train tracks, Ellie lies in bed, looking at the flags and banners on her ceiling, and she wonders the same thing. Is it weird that I’m disappointed when I don’t see her? Is it strange that I recognize her wardrobe? Your clothes tell a lot about you. You weren’t very confident when you talked to her, but by the manner in which you dressed, you had a good understanding of who you were, and even if you were slightly unconventional in some ways, you had no problem with showing your authentic self. That was something Ellie admired. You always had this… look in your eyes. Somehow hopeful and content, even though you were just riding on a dirty, shaky train to a dead-end job. It reminded Ellie of when she was a kid and had that same expression in Joel’s old pictures. You always had the same bracelet on. She wonders what it means to you, if it was a gift from someone you love.

There’s a silent understanding between the two of you. If you happen to make eye contact, it’s not unwelcome. You give her a smile and a small wave, and she offers a tight-lipped grin. One time, she awkwardly pretended to tip an invisible hat and immediately cringed at herself. She scrunched up her face and muttered “Why would I do that?”, swearing at herself. It was cute. You laughed a little, and she smiled, flustered. Apart from the few interactions you’d daydream about as you went through your monotone days, you hadn’t talked to the girl again. 

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In an effort to stop being such a hopeless, pining loser, you downloaded Tinder to go on some casual dates. You’d gone on two, both girls being alright, but having no particular connection. But this last girl seemed relatively cool. Her name was Cat, and you’d opened with some line asking how many people made pussy jokes about her name. She’d responded well, and the two of you scheduled a date for 10 on a Sunday night. 

So why was it 11, and she still wasn’t showing? You’d ordered your red wine, then ordered water, then another wine, and there was no Cat to be found. The waiter would come around every so often and ask if you needed anything. There was an underlying tone of pity. The longer you sat alone, the more judging eyes you felt on you- after all, who sits alone at a table with two place settings? The waiter probably should’ve kicked you out a while ago, you think, wallowing in your emotions. 

You paid the bill and left after the staff offered a free slice of pie. That had sent you over the edge, tears pricking at your eyes as you thankfully wove your hands around. “That’s really so sweet, thank you guys so much, I’m okay, I really am, but I really appreciate this. You don’t know how much that means.” The rambling certainly didn’t help your appearance, but you really were grateful.

With a to-go box and an overreactive text to Cat, you left the restaurant, dragging the roses you’d brought for the date. You drudge to the red line, and you overthink as you wait for the train. The thoughts are entirely unreasonable, and you know this, but you let yourself have it—a little self-deprecation, as a treat.

The train is mostly empty, save for someone huddled in the corner. You’ve got quite a way to go to get home, and the first few stops feel torturously slow. About a quarter way through your ride-of-shame, someone boards the train. You avert your eyes as they do, not wanting to draw attention to how goddamn pathetic you feel. From the corner of your eye, you see them approach. The fuck? Am I gonna get stabbed? 

But you recognize those shabby Converse and the worn bottom of a guitar case. You look up to see the girl you’d been trying to get over, looking absolutely radiant in the disgustingly unflattering yellow light of the train. You follow her movements as she sits down right next to you, feeling absolutely entranced. Your gaze glances over her cute nose, the silver jewelry on her ear, and how two of her nails are cut too close to the flesh while the others are grown out. She clears her throat.

“So… you okay?” Her voice is a little hoarse, and it sounds like she’s been talking all day. She’s probably tired. You don’t usually see her on Sundays, so you wonder why she’s out. Her eyes are dark and tinted a little purple on the under-eye, but she stares at you like she genuinely wants to listen.

You realize you’ve been staring long enough to make it weird. “Um- yeah, I just- yeah. I’m good.” You throw up a pathetic thumbs-up. Jesus. That was… awful.

She smiles. “Say it again, but mean it this time.” You laugh a little.

“I look like I was mugged, huh?”

“No. You look nice. A little sad though. So what happened?” 

“I got stood up. It’s alright though, I wasn’t that into her.”

“Was she a dry texter or some kind of weirdo?” She says, and you chuckle.

As you lament to her about the no-show-Tinder-date, she listens intently, leaning forward as she nods along. Every so often she scoffs as you describe Cat, as if this stranger is your best friend spilling drama with you. It’s easy to talk to her when she acts so familiar with you.

“You fucking kidding? You bought her flowers and shit and offered to pay and she still didn’t show up?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s bullshit. You sound like the ideal date, honestly. Her loss.” Ellie cringes again. Could she have come on any stronger? Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like you mind, chuckling a little.

“I don’t know about all that, but thanks.” It’s quiet for a little, not awkward, but both of you can tell the other wants to keep talking. You decide to take the first leap. Maybe the fact that your subway girl is here is a sign from the universe. “So, I don’t usually see you on Sundays. Got your guitar with you. You do something fun?” You berate yourself internally- you know when you see her? Stalker, much?

She bashfully tells you that she went to an open mic in a Cambridge bar. “It was a little weird since I’m new to having an audience n’ all. I usually bring my guitar to work to practice, but that’s it.”

Your face lights up excitedly. “Hey, that’s so cool! I bet you did great.” Ellie holds in a smile, lips twitching upward as she tries to deflect the compliment.

“I guess I was okay. A little stiff, maybe.” You playfully hit her arm. She freezes for a second and looks down at where you touched her. Wow.

“Come on, don’t be so humble. You write your own stuff?”

“Yeah. Uh, I do.”

“You mind showing me?” Ellie startles. Of all the things she’d expected from tonight, she didn’t expect a late-night serenade. She places the guitar on her thigh, slipping it under her right arm. As she begins to play a song, you feel a weird shift in the air. Your face falls from its playful expression and you take the chance to admire her, from the dips and divets in her face to the artful spattering of freckles across her cheeks, to the scars along her arms and hands. You see her pretty tattoo again. It’s not perfect up close, but it’s more personal and charming. The ink is slightly faded and bleeds in the thinner areas. It looks like it covers a scar. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she focuses on hitting all the right notes, desperately wanting to impress you. 

As she finishes the song, she looks up at you, wide-eyed and vulnerable. You smile that bright smile at her again, and Ellie feels validated. Her chest is warm and her fingers are tingling- her body feels absolutely electrified. “You’re really skilled. That was amazing.”

Ellie shifts, subconsciously scooting closer to you as she does. Your thighs touch together and it feels right. It feels comfortable. “Thanks. Was that kinda cheesy or…?”

“How do you mean?”

“Was this a late-night guitar serenade?” She wiggles her eyebrows and you laugh.

“Mhm. Definitely. This some kind of meet-cute?” Ellie’s eyes crinkle again in the corners when you say this. You notice she doesn’t laugh a lot. She notices that you do. That’s charming, the two of you think.

“I don’t know. Is it working?” Her expression gets a little more serious. 

Your face experiences a flush of hot, then cold, as you feel yourself becoming embarrassed at how forward she is.” Yeah. It is.” You admit. She just nods, smiling.

“Cool.” It’s silent for a few beats again. “Cool cool cool.”

“...So, uh, I never got your name, actually.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right. I’ve just been calling you cute train girl. I’m Ellie.” Her hand slips into yours as you tell her your name. She’s a little clammy, but you are too. It’s awkward and a very weak handshake, but it’s incredibly important to the two of you.

“So uh-”

“Do you-” You both start to speak at the same time, and you chuckle and motion for her to speak first.

“Would you- and feel free to say no, like, I don’t wanna pressure you- but would you maybe want to go out with me? As a- as a make-up date of sorts?”

You grin like it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard. Ellie feels like a 17-year-old experiencing her first love because of how goddamn giddy she is. “I’d love that. I just- I don’t know about going out this late.” Ellie’s face falls a bit, and you feel like you kicked a puppy. You move quickly to defend what you said. “If you wanted to have the date now…” You pick the roses up from your side. A few have brown bruises from wilting, but you hand them to Ellie, who enjoys the gesture nevertheless.

“You’re corny.” She grins.

“You played the guitar for me. So, I guess you are too.” 

“Yeah. I guess so.” 

Ellie plays a few song covers for you. You give a few requests that she knows, and she peppers in a Weezer song and smiles like it’s the funniest thing ever. You play along, weirdly charmed. It feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The moment is far from perfect- the train jolts violently, the crisp fall air bites at your nose, and you and Ellie are both quite tired. But it’s a really, really nice moment. You know you’ll dream about it tonight.

Your stop comes first, and you reluctantly warn her that you’ll have to leave. Ellie asks for your number, and you happily give it to her. Her wallpaper is a picture of her and her friends, in which she is mid-eye roll. You smile a bit at it and put your contact name as “Cute Train Girl”. When you get your phone back, you see she’s put a dinosaur emoji next to her name. The speaker announces your station as the train rolls to a stop. Ellie stands up before you, taking your hand and helping you up.

“Would you maybe wanna do this again sometime? Not the ‘getting stood up and being on the gross train’ part, but like, a date. An actual date. Not one with someone doing k in the corner of a subway car?” You glance over at said man. Yeah, a real date sounds good.

“I’d love to. Just text me about it, yeah?”

Ellie breathes out a sigh of relief. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

You say goodbye and step out of the train car, and right as the train announces to be clear of the closing doors, a foot jams into it, and the door bounces back open. “Fuck, ow,” Ellie mutters. She runs out of the train and turns you to face her. “Don’t go yet. I just- I need to kiss you. I have for a while now.” She admits, and you fluster. She smiles at your reaction. “Don’t get too flattered.” She teases. 

You grin and bite your lip as she tilts your chin up. As your lips make contact, you realize that this is what you’ve been waiting for for months. There’s a sense of deja vu, like you’ve been experiencing this exact moment every night, and now that it’s finally happening, it barely feels real, but the feeling of Ellie’s lips against yours grounds you to the moment. You want to memorize the feeling of her adoration. 

You allow yourself to get lost in her touch, appreciating how lucky you were to get stood up.  If Cat wasn’t a no-show, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to get to know Ellie. You wouldn’t have been able to explore this feeling with her. 

But most importantly, thank God for the red line and your incompetence with the card swiper.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams oneshot #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x fem reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #fem reader #modern!ellie williams #moncherellie writing #ellie williams #ellie williams tlou2 #loser!ellie x reader #loser!ellie

[jadedrrose]

Law’s Pretty Little Prize

Another one where reader gets jealous, except it’s pre-time skip Law. All these jealousy fics say a lot abt me huh 🤔

Warnings: nsfw, kinda public sex (nobody can see but it’s happening lol), fem reader

You’d only slipped away for two minutes. A mere hundred and twenty seconds, and yet somehow, everything was going to shit.

Walking out of the women’s restroom at the pirate's bar you'd been at, you noticed two random girls trying to cozy up to your boyfriend.

Your face burned, hands turning to fists as they shook beside your legs. With an angry huff, you made a beeline for the table you’d just been sitting at with Law.

“So whaddya say captain; Care to join us?” one of the girls sweetly invited him to god knows what.

“We promise to let you have lots of fun,” the other leaned onto the table, purposely putting her chest within Law’s line of sight. “At no extra charge.”

“I dunno, how about you ask her first?” He responded, motioning his hand toward where you stood. Law’s face had turned from a deep frown to a cocky smirk when he’d noticed you.

The two girls gasped, clearly surprised at your appearance. 

“Hi Law,” you purred, sliding into the booth and scooting onto his lap, running your left hand over his thigh. It was amazing you could act so smoothly when you were so pissed off.

Law chuckled, moving his head to kiss your jawline. “Well?”

“The answers no, obviously,” you spat, face turning sour. “You two can fuck right off, he’s mine.”

The two girls stomped off, making remarks about you the whole way. The things they said were ironic considering what they’d been trying to do. You continued to frown and cling onto Law like you were his pretty little prize.

“I’m so sick of these random girls hitting on you,” you pouted. “How about we just get married so we can wear rings? That should stop ‘em.”

“But you look so adorable when you get mad over it,” Law muttered into your ear, voice low enough that only you’d hear him. “Your jealousy drives me insane, y/n-ya.”

To prove his point, Law’s hand that had been resting on your hip moved to the lower part of your abdomen, tattooed hand digging into your skin as he pushed you against his hardening cock.

You accidentally let out a moan at his touch, your free hand flying to your mouth and covering it. 

“Those women are still lingering,” Law observed,  nodding his head in their direction. “Let’s give ‘em a little show, hm?”

You glanced over, seeing the two of them watching from afar. They were muttering things and looking between you and Law. It pissed you off further. They were thinking of how to get you away from him, weren’t they?!

But then Law’s tattooed fingers slipped around your thigh and under your tight skirt, pressing into your lace panties that just barely stuck out from the low cut skirt you wore. 

“Oh,” you whimpered, biting into the hand that had remained near your lips. 

Law let out another chuckle as he felt your growing wetness, going ahead and moving your panties aside so he could begin rubbing your clit. 

Your legs shook from underneath the table, skin nearly breaking on your hand that you continued to bite down on to suppress any noises you’d make. If your face hadn’t cooled off after you’d chased the girls away in anger, it was certainly red now from the stimulation against your aching cunt. Without any warning, two of Law’s fingers slipped into your cunt, feeling around your velvety walls and scissoring you before slowly fucking into you. 

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Law whispered into your ear, occasionally kissing the skin just under it. “Getting fingered under the table at a bar? It’s filthy.”

“L-Law, ah,” a moan slipped past your lips, an audible one at that. If the bar wasn’t so noisy from the rowdy pirates inside, someone probably would’ve noticed. 

“You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? You’d better keep those pretty lips shut.”

But that task became harder for you to perform as Law’s fingers were relentless from within your pussy, inching further into you while his pace slowly increased. 

Your hand that was resting on his thigh slightly moved to grasp for his jeans, holding onto the fabric with a tight grip. Your cunt felt like it was leaking, and you were almost certain there would be a puddle of your slick left after Law let you go.

“Oh, fuck, Law,” you bit even harder into your hand, eyes twisting shut. “I’m gonna-“

“Shhh,” Law’s hushed voice rang into your ear again, “how about I take you outside and fuck you real good, hm?”

“But what if-“ 

“Look at them,” Law cut you off, nodding towards the two women again. “Still watching. They probably think they can get away with it. You walk out the back, I’ll loop around from the front, and then they’ll really see who’s my bitch.”

With his fingers still in you, his words caused you to squirm as you nearly began cumming right then and there. All you could do was clench down on his fingers, though. 

“You go first,” Law instructed, his fingers slipping out of you. He absentmindedly wiped your slick off of them onto your inner thigh and nudged you to get up.

On shaky legs, you obeyed Law’s request and quickly slipped out through the bar’s back door. It was a dimly lit alley, and luckily no one was around. That eased your worry a little.

And just a moment later, you spotted the familiar yellow from Law’s hoodie sticking out against the darkness of the alleyway. He wasted no time however, lifting you up into his hold and quickly freeing his hard cock from his jeans, just barely pulling them open enough to get into you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, tightly holding onto him so that you wouldn’t fall. Law made quick work of getting himself under your skirt and shoving your panties aside, sliding his cock along your wet folds. “Ready, baby?”

All you could do was nod.

And then Law’s length slipped into your cunt, filling you to the brim and stretching you so perfectly, you threw your head back and let a loud moan slip past your lips, hands fisting Law’s hoodie as he began thrusting up into your tight pussy. 

Law continued to praise you, biting into your neck and sucking hickeys into your skin as he fucked you.

“Maybe he went back here…?”

“He clearly was trying to lead us back here. Who would’ve thought he’d actually go behind that tramp’s back?”

You heard giggling and the clicking of heels as the two girls from before approached. 

“Law, they’re gonna see!” You whispered. 

“Just moan for me, let them hear you,” Law demanded, “let them hear you cry like the whore you are for me.”

“L-Law!” His words alone were enough to have you moaning just the way he wanted you to. “Oh fuck, you’re filling me so good, Law,” you whined audibly. 

“That’s right,” Law huffed against your skin, letting out a groan as you clenched your tight pussy walls around his cock, as though you were silently begging for his cum.

“Cum in me, please, Law! Mark me as your bitch,” you moaned.

Two high-pitched gasps just around the corner could be heard. 

“Oh my God, he went to fuck her in a gross alley?” 

“Yuck, just shows how filthy she is. We could’ve at least taken him back to the ship.”

“Too late now,” one of them sighed dejectedly.

“You hear that?” Law grunted, “they heard you, y/n. They heard you moan like the little slut you are.”

“Fuck, just cum in me already, Law!” You cried, trying to meet his thrusts with your hips.

You didn’t have to say it twice, because next thing you knew, you felt spurts of hot cum filling your cunt. Law’s hips shook into yours, stuffing his cum into you.

When he pulled out, you began slipping out of his grasp. Law quickly caught onto you, lowering you to the stone ground.

He began putting himself away and tried to look decent. You, on the other hand… 

You looked fucked-out and exhausted. Your mouth hung open with drool slipping down your lips, mascara smudged from the tears that had left your eyes. Your legs were splayed open, revealing your soaked, puffy cunt with Law’s cum leaking out of it and onto the ground. You were completely ruined.

“Shit, how am I gonna clean you up?” Law chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face before tenderly kissing you on your reddened lips.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law x you #Trafalgar d water law x y/n #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #one piece x reader #law one piece x reader

[nilboxes]

Light cone art so powerfully homoerotic someone (me) furiously pumped out a 6k word fic in 2 days. They're going to kill me. 🔗 : AO3

Extensive notes/ramblings below!

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I have not recovered from the mental power I had to pool to write this lmao I couldn't do anything at work except figure these two out and why Aventurine looked so BESOTTED but the absence of the little white dots in his eyes in the light cone and in the leaked models made him look like there's such an edge to him (someone on twitter pointed out that he has no light in his eyes!) and it really fanned the flames like what the fuck is this GUY ON and why is it directed at Dr. Ratio LMAO (I mean why not Ratio is so pretty)

So then I thought, there is NO WAY Ratio is going to react surprised or scared for Aventurine he's going to be ANNOYED lmao. There are possibly 2 more chances in that cylinder before it's 100% in there and I was looking at the probabilities on Wikipedia and I was laughing at myself at how a gay ship was going to make me STUDY probability when I hated this type of stuff in university and I was like yeah Ratio will probably be like hey, you can't stop there, and pulls twice lmao

And I was thinking they would make eyes at each other homoerotically while doing so because wow sexual tension so potent you can taste it through the screen in the LC art and everything just went from there I really cannot get over how Aventurine seems so... sooooooo in love with Ratio and in my head Ratio is like this man is insane what is he on but he gets a taste of that and it's like wow it's actually a little good but Ratio is also cautious so he won't ride that wave too hard but Aventurine looks really down bad for a man who seems like he doesn't care

So initially I really wanted to wait until Aventurine came out before I start my hyperfixation train because we know so little about him other than key facts I have formed in my head-- -he's perpetual smiler (confirmed by a leak of the loading screen blurbs) and like, idk from his design it just suits him and even in his voice cameo with Topaz his VA sounds like they are smiling while they are talking ALLL the time idk at least I got this one right -mr gambling gambler who is very self-assured about his luck, mr smug man. when I wrote he'd win 99.9-0.1 he believes this and if he dies I think to him it would just mean his time's up for realsies anyway and whatever idk man is not very sane -there's some really weird leaks and I'm not sure if it's confirmed but he was invited to be a Masked Fool which made him ALLL the more interesting for me because as a Sampo Mr Scammer fan it doesn't mean if he joins the Masked Fools he wouldn't be able to amass money but this guy seems to really like the thrill being an IPC senior manager provides then which is like this guy is a lives fast dies young kinda guy -I HC from that neck tattoo he could have been an indentured servant (cough slave cough) or a prisoner of some kind, but eitherway it says he wasn't privileged in any sense of the word but the way his character design is so decked out in rings gold watches and even a bracelet it means he's climbed very far, so he is an ambitious man, lots of "material pleasures" as Dr Ratio puts it in my fic and he still wants more. That kinda guy makes for a very intense lover imo very "I get what I want" type, and I really wanted to balance that with his attraction to Dr Ratio and how he doesn't want to drive Dr Ratio away with his crazy but he's also very horny... Anyway I also totally underestimated his height difference with Dr Ratio I really should have pulled up that leak of them side by side but ahh being a short king dom top is so cute on him

As for Dr Ratio I really cannot see him top unless Aventurine power bottoms why but he's so "diligent" in all aspects but I see him being a pillow princess in bed

I also feel a little bad that I wasn't able to write more bickering between the two of them but I also feel like the normally talkative Dr Ratio keeps HIGH HIGH walls around Aventurine because it's hard to tell what this guy is thinking so he's thinking so hard trying to make sense of it all and he says little as not to give away anything that might be wrong

I feel like adding "all is fair in love and war" in Latin omina iusta sunt amore belloque was a little gratuitous but I also want to subtly sprinkle in that Aventurine is so obsessed with Ratio, so down bad for him, that he reads stuff about Dr Ratio a lot enough to come across a translation of the quote and I'm like no yeah way Ratio can deal with crazy-eyed Aventurine saying/declaring love while he's still computing the electric exchange they had so he's definitely like picking up on Aventurine's obsession/infatuation with him and he's like NOPE DON'T SAY IT and would rather kiss him to shut him up than hear it lmao

I honestly despaired at how I was going to start closing the scenes because it was like nighttime and I wanted to finish it already because they're killing me, so like, making Ratio fall asleep while Aventurine pours his heart out (I asked a friend who read it what he thought Aventurine said and they got it spot on so I figure it was conveyed properly on my end and I was really proud of this bit) seemed like a cute way to do it. The narration lied, Dr Ratio heard it but he got selective hearing and totally did NOT want to reply/acknowledge it. Poor Aventurine, but it's not as if he won't try again

I have waaay more ideas about them and I wonder if I can hold off until Aventurine releases or we get more crumbs idk but I want to write some kuudere Ratio (with a bit of tsun hehe)

Special mentions other than the lightcone art that fueled me: this art from Twitter that and this post that kinda made me think long and hard...

#voidmancer writes #aventio #hsr dr ratio #hsr aventurine #hsr fanfic

[rocknluvy]

meeksy headcanonsss

hopeless romantic but hides it well (most of the time) 

he loves horror movies to a worrying degree. and splatterpunk but not as much

in my mind he’s like . so insane and deranged 

honest to god believes in ghosts

pyromaniac . he loves setting shit on fire. deffo made a molotov coctail b4

his love languages are acts of service n words of affirmation

n possibly physical touch ...

really likes body mods but doesn't get too many bc he overthinks about them too much

learning comes naturally to him, so he doesn't have a strong work ethic when it comes to academics. gifted kid syndrome, basically :)

he’s in for a fucking surprise veeery soon (the burnoutttt...)

computer engineering major linguistics minor but he barely graduates college bc. well… :)

has a significantly older sister and was a rainbow baby

also him and his sister share a birthday

was raised extremely religious (catholic)

children love him. hes mildly scared of children

transmasc gay demisexual and you cant convince me otherwise 

n yes, i do have a hc deadname for him . lmk if youre curious

can drive but doesn't like it

also generally dislikes cars and cannot be be bothered to buy one so he just borrows one from his friends or sister when he needs one.

whenever his sister gets a new ar she just gives him her old one bc he really shouldn't be 27 and carless, especially in usamerica

talks with his hands alot

bruises so very fucking easily. like holy shit he looks like a VICTIM

prefers tea

drinks coffee but takes it super sweet with a lot of milk / creamer that it might as well me a milkshake 

polyglot . he’s fluent in like four languages and knows other four at a somewhat conversable level 

like charlie he prob has adhd and gets hyperfixated on random things

can do tattoos and has a very basic tattoo kit. does stick-n-pokes too

practiced on pitts todd and himself at some point 

the results aren’t bad but its kinda obvious they weren’t done by a professional

can play piano and cello but doesn’t do it often. mostly when his parents want him to impress their friends 

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

#kindof modern au #just as all of my dps posts are #dps is a timeless piece of art #dead poets society #dead poets fandom #live now #steven meeks #stephen meeks #← that *looks* wrong #ch: time to inherit the earth

[carolfierce116]

I Want You Around Part 2

A/N: First off, thank you to EVERYONE who showed love on Part 1. I haven't written anything in 7 years so the getting the love means a lot to me. Anyway, here's part 2. Enjoy.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: Still 18+, a little tiny mention of smut...for now

*Word Count: Approximately 2200 words...

*

Fingers snapped rapidly in an impatient manner. “Earth to Sefa! Is anybody home?” 

Sefa jolted out of his reverie and turned away from the window he was looking out of. Two sets of curious dark brown eyes stared at him, one pair eyeing him in the rearview mirror and the other pair glancing back to the rear seat of the Tahoe he was lounging in.

“Huh?”

“We said what did you want to eat before we headed to the hotel,” Jon asked his younger brother. “Have you been ignoring us this entire time Uce?”

Sefa dragged a tattooed hand over his face and exhaled. “My bad. I just got a lot on my mind.” 

“Like what?” Joshua asked as he redirected his attention back to the road.

“Krys.” 

“Of course,” the twin brothers replied, smirks gracing their lips. 

Sefa rolled his eyes. “I know you not talking seeing as how sappy you are with your wife. You act like a lovesick puppy whenever we’re on the road Jon.” 

Joshua snickered. “He got you there.” 

“To hell with both of y’all. Anyway, what’s happening with Krys? Y’all good?”

“Yeah we’re good,” Sefa responded.  “At least I think we’re good.” 

“You think?” Jon asked as his eyebrow raised curiously. “What happened?”

Sefa exhaled as his mind wandered back to his late night conversation with Krys a couple of nights ago. Neither of them mentioned his request again before he left for the road and despite his calm demeanor on the outside Sefa was a nervous wreck inside. When he first decided he would ask her to move in with him, he was certain that Krys would agree since she loved him as much as he loved her. But she still hadn’t gave him an answer and he was starting to wonder if he jumped the gun too quickly.

“I asked her to move in with me.” 

“Like to live together?” Joshua asked.

“No to have a sleepover. Yes to live together dumbass,” Sefa quipped with a shake of his head.

“Well what did she say?” 

“She said she had to think about it.”

The twins’ faces dropped. “Oh.” 

Sefa looked between his two brothers. “Oh what? You think she’s gonna say no?” 

“Maybe she really does need time to think about it,” Jon said.

“Or maybe she need to figure out a nice way to tell your ass hell no.” 

Jon reached over and slapped Joshua in the chest. “You’re not helping at all.” 

“I’m just saying we need to consider all possibilities.” Joshua glanced at the rearview mirror to Sefa again. “But I’m sure it’s what Jon said. She just needs time to think. Living with somebody - especially your girlfriend - is a big step Uce. You’re sure you’re ready for that?” 

“Positive,” Sefa responded without hesitation. “She already stays at my place any time I’m home. We spend every second of our free time with one another. We should just make it official.” 

“Well are you sure Krys is ready for that?”

“I…Well I don’t know,” Sefa admitted softly. He placed his head in his hands and sighed. “Like I know she loves me but her biggest thing is she doesn’t want to ruin what we have now. And she’s worried moving in together will do that.”

“Take it from somebody who has lived with his wife for over a decade - that’s a valid concern to have. Quite frankly you don’t know somebody until you’ve lived with them,” Jon said.

“Let’s say y’all move in and y’all have some dumbass disagreement. There’s no other place for one of you to run to because y’all share a space.  And what if you uncover some annoying trait that she has that drives you insane? Kinda like how Jon hates how his wife refuses to put any item back in its intended place and leaves it laying around anywhere in their house.” 

Jon snapped his fingers and pointed at Joshua. “Y’all know I can’t stand a messy space. But I deal with it because I love her and we’ve been married for years. But best believe me it grates my fuckin nerves.”

The three brothers chuckled as Joshua exited the highway and merged onto the local roadway. Signs promoting local eateries passed by them indicating they were getting closer to their destination. 

“I hear y’all and I understand where Krys is coming from. But I know in my gut I’m making the right choice,” Sefa declared firmly. “We may not have been together for that long but she’s different Uce. I know she’s destined to be mine forever.” 

Sefa's older brothers shared a look with one another at the determination dripping from his tone. They knew when he had his mind focused on a goal there was nothing on Earth that would stop him from succeeding. But as his big brothers, they still felt an obligation to mentally prepare him if his plans didn't work out the way he wanted them to.

“Well what if she says no?”  Joshua asked.

Sefa pursed his lips together as he considered the possibility. Despite his confidence that Krys would eventually agree, he still had to consider how he would feel if she said no. There was no doubt that they would still love one another but would it cause a fracture in their otherwise stable relationship?

He simply didn’t know. 

Before Sefa could answer, Joshua pulled into the parking lot of Waffle House making Jon audibly groan. Sefa quickly pushed any negative thoughts out of his mind as he watched his older brothers bicker with one another as they exited the truck. He climbed out of the backseat and stretched his arms over his head, his black t-shirt slightly rising and exposing a sliver of skin. He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out his cell phone. A picture of him and Krys taken earlier that year on his birthday on the lively Miami strip greeted him as he swiftly unlocked his phone. He typed a quick message to her before he slipped into a booth across from his brothers. 

 *

“So lemme get this straight.”

Krys glanced up from her phone, an easy smile on her lips as she read the text from Sefa she received a few seconds ago. Her gaze landed on her best friend Imani as she leaned back in the booth across from her, folding her arms over the basic white tank top she was wearing. 

“Your boyfriend that you love with all of your heart asked you to move in with him. And you, Krystle Washington, told him you had to think about it?” 

“Yes,” Krys replied with a nod. She grabbed her frozen margarita and took a quick sip. “Exactly.” 

“And exactly how am I supposed to help you make a decision?” 

“You’re supposed to help me think logically about this. You know when it comes to Sefa I can be a little-"

“Dick-notized.” 

An embarrassed flush colored Krys face as she flipped Imani the middle finger. “You’re not funny.”

“Of course I’m not. I’m fuckin hilarious.” 

The two women shared a look before bursting into a fit of giggles causing the other patrons in the restaurant to glance at their table. 

The moment Krys dropped Sefa off at the airport the day before, she immediately called Imani and declared an emergency lunch meeting at their favorite Mexican restaurant.  Besides Sefa, Imani knew her better than anyone else in her life since they’ve been friends since their undergrad days. While Krys moved through life in an impulsive manner, Imani planned everything. She never made a decision unless she weighed all of the pros and cons and always had a back up plan. On the outside looking in, the two would not look like they would mesh well as best friends. However, they both offered one another something they needed: In Krys, Imani had a friend that encouraged her to let loose a little and to ignore her perfectly crafted plans.  Meanwhile Imani was the one Krys knew she could count on to ground her in reality instead of allowing her to get lost in her whimsical fantasy world.

“Imani give me some credit. I actually held off on making a choice the night he asked me.” 

“Which I must say I’m shocked. Because you and I both know you’re the kind to act first and ask questions never in most scenarios.” 

“Yes but living together with your boyfriend is a huge commitment.” 

“It is. Sharing a mutual space with one another. Dividing expenses. Having to agree on the same toilet paper to use. All important aspects.” 

“And I love Sefa. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have reservations.” 

“Such as?” 

Krys sighed as she ran a hand over her curly hair that was styled in a messy top bun, her index finger toying with the salted rim of her glass. “Things are just going really well with us right now even with him constantly being on the road. But what if we move in together we realize that we were better off having our own space and freedom? That we’re not compatible enough to live with one another? What if it causes us to break up?”

Imani placed her fork down on her plate and reached across the table grabbing her friend’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You’re absolutely right. Those possibilities could happen. But I’m certain they won’t.” 

“Why?”

“Because Sefa adores you. If he could he would give you the entire world. And we both know he doesn’t let many people close to him. Him asking you to live with him is a giant leap that he’s taking as well. But he’s willing to take it because he loves you so much. And with the limited knowledge that I have about the way he thinks, I know he wouldn’t have asked you if he wasn’t absolutely sure about y’all relationship. Now I know I’m the last person who would say something like this but let’s think about the good things that could happen if you moved in with him.”

“Like what?” 

“The bond you share with him could grow stronger. Y’all could grow closer. Y’all could fall in love even more. Hell it might even lead to…” 

Imani trailed off as Krys felt anxiety fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She would be lying to herself if she said the image of her marching down the aisle to an awaiting Sefa didn’t cross her mind once or twice. But that’s what made this dilemma so challenging. She didn’t want her choice to fuck up the best thing that had happened to her in years. And most importantly, she didn’t want to hurt Sefa.

What initially started off as her accepting a date from a handsome new NXT recruit months after she started her new job as a photographer for WWE had blossomed into something even her idyllic brain couldn’t dream of. From the moment their lips first touched on their first date, Krys knew Sefa was different from the prior men she dated.  Yes the sex was breathtaking. But their connection went deeper than that. He was stoic on the outside but possessed a heart full of gold that only Krys and others close to him got to witness. He always surprised her with how he paid attention to every detail about her from how she liked her coffee (with five creams until the liquid matched her complexion) to how she preferred to wear her curly hair (a top knot bun to avoid her thick mane laying on her neck in the Florida humidity). He didn’t speak much but when he did, his deep, strong voice oozed into her ears like liquid gold causing her to hang onto every word he said,  fantasizing about the different spots on her body she wanted his thick lips to caress. 

But one of the most important aspects of their relationship was that Sefa accepted Krys for the person she was instead of trying to change her into what he thought the perfect girlfriend should be. He made her feel safe to show him the true her. With her exes, she always felt the pressure to conform her personality to merge seamlessly with theirs. But Sefa never made her feel that way. He was a loner and she was a social butterfly. She constantly wore her emotions on her sleeve while he hid his under lock and key unless he really trusted you. On paper, the two of them were like oil and vinegar. But to anybody that saw them together they were perfect for one another.  While she had her concerns about living with him and their relationship advancing to the next level, Krys couldn’t ignore what she knew deep down in her core.

Sefa was the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. 

“I know that look all too well.” 

The sound of Imani’s voice interrupted Krys's thoughts. Her eyes landed on Imani's smirking face. “What?” 

“I know you called me out to help you decide but let’s face it. Krys you already knew what you wanted to say the night he asked you,” Imani said. “Remove what I think and what Sefa wants from the equation. What would make Krys happy?” 

Krys bit the corner of her lip , silently considering her friend's words before reaching for her purse on the seat next to her and pulled out her cell phone. Her eyes fell on the background photo of her and Sefa standing in front of his mother’s large Christmas tree the year before as she entered her lock code, the device immediately landing on the message thread between the two. Before her fears could stop her, Krys typed out a simple three word text.

Yes.

#solo sikoa #solo sikoa fanfiction #solo sikoa fic #solo sikoa x oc #solo sikoa imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine

[neoncat666]

Zephrael ramblings and theorizing that no one cares about

so we know Lolth is historically the goddess of the drow as well as spiders, chaos, darkness, and evil. Say Rae grew up with this church and in possibly the underdark. He's neither drow nor can he speak undercommon. Why was he taken in because he's not even half-drow (as far as we know but from what we've seen it seems unlikely). Living in the darkness all this time can be the cause of his light sensitivity but i think theres a little more. He's part of the reformed church of Lolth that while has better intentions, is still a fucking church of Lolth. There's obviously others who are out to get him because of this and I think that there may have been a little bit of targeted bombings in his past. He's extremely paranoid to the point of almost insanity and specifically is looking for explosives most of the time. This could be part of the reason his eyes are so fucked but also i feel majority of it does come from most likely living in the underdark i just think it would be kinda funny. he's barely mentioned anyone from his past either so i wouldn't be surprised if maybe loved ones or even just people he knew were harmed in such explosion.

this still begs the question on why he's important enough to be called upon as a special guest but also not important enough that he wants another bodyguard to look better. his drive for status and frankly power is intriging because he also doesn't know how society seems to work up here and also seems to get bouts of self deprication. Status is extremely important for drows as classism runs fucking rampant so it would make sense if Rae had internalized that but it all comes back to why was a human living with drow. it's not even like a shadows only thing either because they specifically call them drow customs as well. the lore of Lolth hasn't been changed to include other races, he's just there. Who are his parents either biological or chosen?

there's also the fact that he's literally so religious it actually causes him to have almost panic attacks around spiders and what the old church was doing that one time. as well as that time he full on dropped to his knees to recite a prayer that was seemingly coming from nowhere. the runes across his body seem to be almost tattooed on and i somewhat wonder if that was his choice or not.

It would be interesting if he was some sort of chosen one of sorts but also it doesn't feel like a lot of what Rae does is for himself. Yes he stands up for himself and speaks his own mind but a lot of it is influenced by the church. Im just so facinated because Grizzly loooves a tragic family life for his characters so i wouldn't be shocked if this comes with Zephrael. His staus in where he comes from and where he is now is so crazy to me and just. I can't help but wonder how he got here

#dm.txt #shadows over welde #zephrael sow

[junkdyke]

i am homeeeee from Denver (Wheat Ridge) Colorado!! my last trip until next year

tattooed super dope pieces almost every day, ALL of my clients were some form of fem kweer (dykes, enby, and transfems) including one of my fucking COOL ASS MUTUALS @seraphbutch !!!!

my friends are thinking its a potential place to move, but we'll be visiting again soon to really get a feel! idk, its really fucking white tho. speaking of white; so i was making fun of my friend for her Tinder algorithm and finally caved in and remade mine. i have never seen so fucking many granola femmes in my LIFE, amd not like the fun and funky granola either, just kinda beige. I matched with all 10 of the only butch/mascs in a 50 mile radius LMAOOO and then i felt bad bc i exchanged 1 or 2 messages with each of them before just completely not replying to any of them cause i got too busy 💀 a couple of them did, however ,message me again so i answered, they were really cute but it's a shame i am just NOT in place to be doing the app thing rn. Fun to look though!!

i went to a metal show with tattoo crush while we were out there, and I might be going to another one with her later this month!! Both her and Dyke Roomie are down to go to the orchestra with me!! The shop we worked at was SOOO cute with the sweetest artists, one of them wants to get tattooed by me when we come back which is such an honor!! we saw the most gorgeous views during our 16 hour drive, our airbnb host was fucking UNHINGED lmfaooooo, she had us check in late after we had just finished driving for hours, would just NOT leave the room cause she was trying to finish setting it up, had been sick so she had no voice, and then when she finally left, texted Tattoo Crush to say "I'm sorry i'm such a mess. I think I left my vape in the room. jkkkkkkkkk. sorry this is like the worst week of my life, my grandma is sick. the mess is because the other people that live here are going through a nasty divorce. sorry again, im such a mess." just...insanity!!!!! But it was a really fun trip, i love my friends so much!!

We're all agreed that next year we'll be traveling monthly or bi-monthly! Some for sure spots we'll be hitting up are Atlanta, Portland, Seattle, Austin, I'm hoping Vancouver, maybe Boston, San Francisco ofc and maybe spend more time in Oakland, Dyke Roomie wants to go to Salem, another of my coworkers wants me to go to Nashville with her...so excited, so happy, i love life rn and the people in it💖

#just gotta get through 5 more weeks of school and ill have full freedom for this #so so happy and so so sleepyyyyy #exploring the world with my dyke friendsss!! #mine #personal #travel tag #dykeposting #wlw #lesbian dating

[neg-l3ct]

secret FESTA

💌 in this one-shot:  It’s no secret that BTS adores their ARMY. In fact, they never fail to greet them a happy birthday every July 9, but what happens when the maknae celebrates with Army face-to-face, in secret of course, because his heart also belongs to a special ARMY.

💌 listen to: Winter Blossom

💌 pairing: idol!jk x army!reader

💌 warning: teeth rotting fluff ☁️

💌 word count: 901

💌 ria says... This was supposed to be posted last FESTA T_T Didn't finish it on time but here it is! I really hope you liked it. Didn't have time to proofread though :c

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“Kookie, Hurry! I don’t want to miss the program!” you shout from the hallway trying to put on your sandals. 

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t order me around. This wouldn’t happen if I weren’t here.” he scoffs, raising to similar-looking sneakers. 

“Which do you think is best?”

“Yah! I told you to tone the Jung Kook down. Army might recognize you.” you ogle him.

He’s wearing a pastel green tea with geometric shapes top and khaki cargo shorts that wants to scream for attention but at least it doesn’t scream Jung Kook. 

“I am! Isn’t this too bright for Jung Kook?” he tilts his head and asks.

“Hmmm, you kinda look like Hobi.” you laugh. 

“What about your tattoo though?”

“I got it covered…. literally.” he laughs while holding an arm cast long enough to meet the ends of his shirt sleeve. 

“My Kookie is a genius. But I really hope we could’ve just attended the Army Birthday event as us.” 

“I hope so too baby. Maybe in the future.” he smiles 

“Now help me put this on so we can get going.”

Both of you try to put in on and finally cave into watching a YouTube tutorial.

While walking to the garage, you suddenly realize. “Wait, so who’s gonna drive?” 

“Good question baby.” he smiles as he pulls his car keys out of his pocket and tosses them to you. 

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You finally reach the public park that holds a small BTS & ARMY exhibit, bazaar, and game stalls. You both agreed to keep it low-key to avoid catching the attention of people. Jung Kook agreed on wearing a black mask and snapback that covers his eyes. He also didn’t wear his usual piercings and most of all, to avoid slip-ups he told you one of the funniest requests he ever made. 

“Call me Soo-hyun.” he looks him dead in the eye and burst out laughing inside the car.

“Are you insane? Why can’t I just call you Baby like I always do.”

“Hmmm….. What if you get lost or I get lost? You can’t go around calling out baby.” 

You laugh “That’s if you get lost. I won't leave your side… baby.” you emphasize and lean on his shoulders. 

“Okay. Let’s go! Don’t want to miss the flashmob performance.”

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He sees the sparkle in your eyes, something he has adored every since he first laid his eyes on you during a fanmeet. You greeted all the boys with a wide smile, offering them a letter and mouthful of thank yous. Heck, you even cried in front of Suga, saying you adore him for his passion and hard work. He quickly panicked once you started sobbing and held your hands telling you it was okay. Jung Kook saw the whole thing sitting next to his Hyung. He made a mental note to make you smile the moment you moved in front of him, but he was the one who was shocked. You handed him a crochet figure of what seemed to be a banana milk bottle and a small bunny clinging to it. Let’s just say everything that followed was history.

Now here you are, celebrating July 9 together, secretively attending an Army event. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but he was the one who insisted to go with you. Jung Kook says he wants to celebrate such a special day celebrated by the people he loves. 

Although you both wanted to enjoy the day freely, he watched everything from a safe distance. 

“We made it just in time.” the familiar intro of Idol starts playing as you see people from the flashmob gather in a formation.

“Ohooo, Army dances so well.” he says in amusement. 

“It's because BTS dances so well too.” you say back

“I’d show you my moves if I weren’t injured.” he said winking and lifting his faux cast. 

“Y/N, baby, go dance… for me.”

You look up at him, big eyes peeking from his cap, and squint your eyes. 

“Hmmm, maybe tonight. It’ll be a special show.” you wink back.

The intro to Permission to Dance starts playing as the Armys part of the flashmob performance forms a circle. Some of them were actually inviting bystanders to join. To your advantage, Jung Kook’s cast seemed to make the two of you invisible. 

“Baby, can you take a photo of me watching from the back? Make it look candid,” he said handing his phone to you, which you gladly take and snap a photo of him. 

“For memory.” he said when you handed the phone back to him.

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You and Jung Kook continue walking around the park and decided to seat on a park bench in a more empty part of the park. You both got corndogs to snack on, but of course, Jung Kook uses his cast situation as an excuse so you can feed him instead. And you do, but not without rolling your eyes at him. 

“Are you happy?” you ask him as he turns his head to you. 

He’s looking like a baby with some ketchup and mustard on the side of his lips ask he flashes his bunny grin. 

“Of course, I’m with you and I get to be close to Army on their special day.” 

“C’mon let’s go home as much as I want to go. I want to celebrate Army day with my favorite Army.” he winks.

#jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #bts #jungkook #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #imagine drabble #bts imagine #jungkook imagine #jungkook x yn #jungkook one shot #bts oneshot #bts festa

[paradoxgavel]

just finished the magnus protocol episodes 11 and 12!

i am having so, so much fun with this show, man. especially now that we have a couple of confirmed avatars running around. i'm super curious what ink5oul's deal is - they seem spiral-aligned, i think? giving people supernatural tattoos that drive them or those around them insane. i'm curious if the person who did the sailor's tattoo was really a separate artist from back then, or if it was ink5oul under a different name. either way, they're neat.

and. mr. bonzo is so much fun, i'm absolutely loving him so far lsdkjskldfj. my dude just shows up to a bachelor party and starts munching on folks. i do love a monster who manages to be very scary and very silly at the same time. i think he and nikola orsinov would be besties.

i finally started noticing that whole "there's static when people lie" thing folks have mentioned. it was super apparent in these last two episodes. which makes me wonder 1.) why FR3-D1 is doing that and 2.) what all the static going on when sam and celia visited gerry and gertrude was about.

and celia just?? waking up in her pajamas on the side of the road and acting like it's normal?? i wonder if she's, like, sleepwalking or teleporting or what's going on. and also, sam's whole scene of asking her out was so cute. i love sam so much, he's such a sweetheart. and alice overhearing the whole thing just. broke my heart. ;~;

it was nice seeing more interactions between alice and gwen. it'd be cute if they wound up being enemies to friends, but. right now their whole dynamic is really fun. and i am SO worried for gwen. she's quickly turning into one of my favorite characters and she just got yeeted right into the supernatural nonsense and is IMMEDIATELY in over her head. i'm super curious about what the OIAR is using the Externals for, anyway. it seems like they have a bunch of avatars on hire to intentionally create scenarios to collect statements from. but to what end? some kinda ritual or something?

and i'm real worried about alice. she's still v much my favorite character and the whole thing about someone or something following her has me real nervous. i hope [Error] didn't somehow manage to follow her. :0

#tmagp liveblog

[consolecadet]

I’ve faced multiple back surgeries with moderate stoicism, still drive despite experiencing a car-totaling mid-speed collision, continued to live in the same town for years as someone who had repeatedly tried to choke me out, and signed up for a 4-hour session for my first tattoo because I was not afraid of the pain…but I am only now voluntarily getting a Steam account because I feel embarrassed to have been afraid to play a video game for twenty seven years. I still don’t know why other than that Video Games Are For Other (“Normal”?) People. I am the kind of person who is Not Allowed To Play Video Games. What kind of person is that? The kind that’s not allowed.

I realize that this is insane. I know literally none of you care whether or not I play a video game. The only thing any of you are likely to judge me about from this post is "being extremely weird about trying to do something many of your peers have been casually doing for fun for years". And yet even posting the words "I am getting a Steam account" to a public forum where people kinda know who I am is requiring me to muster bewildering amounts of courage.

Anyway, the hidden rule forbidding me from attempting to play a video game or talking about wanting to do so is just made up bullshit that doesn't exist, so I will ignore it and do whatever I want. If I realize I want it.

#on the range of Things That Freak Me Out this is probably in the middle #like. having to drive home in the snow last night did grip me with panic for a minute in a much more visceral way #and obviously I was afraid of having back surgery I was just also very practical about it and knew it was necessary #whereas with the video game thing it's like... #like. I don't listen to podcasts because I don't like an audio only format. #I have auditory processing problems and need either text or a video along with it. #so when you guys post about your podcasts I just sort of ignore it like 'meh I know that's not for me' #I don't bother trying to get interested because I know I won't or can't participate #and I also ignore everyone's video game posting bc I know I will never play whatever it is you're talking about #but like...with podcasts I have tried and it doesn't work for me #with video games I have not tried because I Can't. why? Can't. Should Not. Forbidden #however. in this context I am not a special person to whom special rules apply #and I will be playing disco elysium actually. #I might do terrible at it and hate it and that is perfectly fine #anyway. I realize this is super weird #but I figured playing it in secret while continuing to ignore everyone's posts abt it would be way weirder #boring text posts

[ajxrn]

hi ajax tell me about rosaria or ummm i dont know actually literally any of the characters (worlds most helpful person)

ROSA I love Rosa I was thinking about her earlier actually so fresh thoughts!!

one of my biggest ‘ships’ with her would be rosakae except it is SO fucking specific. They’re like not ur basic cishet couple to me. They’re so FWB coded to me ngl??? kaeya is ftm and Rosaria just fucks around and finds out tbh my hcs swap for her all the time. I love aro bisexual Rosaria . I cannot read rosakae fics at all they drive me insane they need to be SO how I perceive them they Cannot act like a straight couple they need to act gay for eachother somehow. The bi4bi couple ever??

I literally despise smoking for personal reasons but I feel like she would smoke ?? Popular headcanon duh (might be canon I don’t pay attention to canon for anyone other than ragbros though ngl) she probably smokes outside the church.. go king 😭

She absolutely has a lower back tattoo and probably a few others that are covered by her uniform. She also has one on the back of her neck tbh. (I forgot the name for the lower back one LMAO)

Goddd you don’t see her nails in game but long ass black nails on her……. h

I also like Rosaria x Eula ngl you roped me into that ‼️‼️. Rosaria x Jean is also kinda cute but I am SUCH a JeanLisa truther….

I feel like she would go to the tavern just to glare at diluc and he is all like. “??? Why is kaeya’s wine friend getting after me”

She would babysit Klee tbh. Except she tries to like 100% change her personality she gets so nervous around kids

#asks tag #momo #TY FOR THIS I WAS THINKING ABOUT HER… #I said “to me” like 627383 times

[thlayli-ra]

A silly little thing I wrote after that Instagram post;

*Deleted*

Pairing - Cm Punk/AJ Lee/Dax Harwood/Brody King/Jade Cargill/Danhausen/Max Caster/MJF

Rated - Teen and up

Warnings - Language

Summary - All of Punk's wives react to his controversial story on Instagram

'Can't believe this is happening again. Thinking of you. x' - Dax

'Wow, that really blew up, huh?' - Brody

'I mean, I know you said you're That Bitch but did you have to be THAT bitch?' - Jade

'Does Pepsi Phil not want to come back and see Danhausen?' - Danhausen

'... sooo, does this mean I get to keep Max? ✂️' - Max

Punk scrolled through the multiple messages on his phone with a sigh. He gave Larry's head a scratch, the small dog snoozing soundly in his lap. Getting grey and long in the tooth, just like him. Hearing someone enter the room, he looked up sheepishly as AJ walked in.

'I thought I'd find you here,' she said softly, sitting down beside him on their home gym floor. There was a smell of fresh sweat hanging in the air and his brow was beading. He always worked out when he was feeling stressed.

'Take it, you've seen the post?' Punk muttered as he placed his phone down beside him.

'Kinda hard to miss it. Here,' she passed him a glass of water, which he gratefully accepted, taking a long sip. 'What did I tell you about using your Instagram account like your Twitter account?'

'It was that fucking Meltzer again, spreading these fucking lies,' Punk bit back. 'I was only trying to defend myself.'

'While you were still angry,' AJ pointed out. 'We spoke about this after that whole incident last year. Take a breath, calm yourself then deal with the-'

'I did!' Punk argued, getting defensive.

'I saw you writing that post in bed at 4am this morning!'

'I deleted it!'

'Yeah, by the time everybody had already seen it!'

Punk squirmed, pouting sulkily. 'It just pisses me off. I can't let these things go, alright? I've always been this way.'

AJ smiled wearily, cuddling into her husband's side and leaning her head on his warm shoulder. 'I know. It's one of those things I love about you... even if it drives me insane.'

Punk huffed a small laugh. AJ spied the subtle break-through and kept going.

'I love everything about you - we all do! You're sweet and funny and generous. Passionate and driven. We even love all those... less pleasant parts of you like that extremely short fuse of yours.' A smile ghosted his lips and he placed his tattooed arm around her, pulled her in close. 'The problem is nobody else knows you like I do, like we do. All they see are these snippets that you post online and that makes up the whole picture in their mind of who you are. They don't see the complex, messy person behind the character. The guy who still doubts himself constantly, who's so afraid of seeming weak that he lashes out whenever he feels threatened.'

Punk chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully, tattooed fingers drumming the floor. Silence shrouded the pair for an uncomfortably long time. 'I've really messed up, haven't I?'

AJ didn't answer straight away, thinking it through carefully. 'Maybe not. You did delete it, after all.'

'I just... don't want this to be over yet,' Punk tilted his head up, staring into the bright lights above him. 'I've finally reconnected with this thing I just love and I don't want to leave it again.'

'I know, I came back to find a full-size wrestling ring in our garage, remember?' she rolled her eyes fondly. 'It'll blow over, stuff like this always does these days. They'll move onto the next controversy soon enough.' She looked over to him with a pout. 'Just wish you would patch things up with Jon. I don't want to strike another name off our Christmas card list.'

'You don't even send out Christmas cards,' Punk protested.

'Yeah, but I could.'

The pair locked eyes, smiling warmly. 'Thanks, Ape' Punk said, kissing her sweetly on the lips. 'You always know what to say.'

'I'm here for you. Always. Now come get some sleep.'

'Sounds good. Let me just get my stuff.'

As Punk hopped up to grab his things from the gym floor, his phone began to ring. AJ picked it up and checked the caller ID. 'Urgh! Your boyfriend's calling'

'Which one?'

'The annoying one.'

Punk groaned. 'Let it go to voicemail.'

'He's called fifteen times already. You'd better call him back.'

'Ok, fine!' Retrieving his phone from AJ, she gave him one last kiss and said she'd meet him in bed when he was done. Punk pursed his lips in reply as he hit the call button on his phone. It was answered immediately.

'Hey Max...'

'WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THIS TO ME????!!!!!!'

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Swim

A/N: Hey guys, I've noticed a lack of Zimo smut so I wrote some myself. It's not beta read or edited because my editing app broke so it's probably kinda bad. Title from that Chase Atlantic song

Posted on AO3 as well: Swim

I think letting that man help me with my stance at gun range that one time was the best decision I've ever made. We've had ups and downs but Zimo, my Zhiqiang has helped me become a better person for it.

The stress and trauma that comes from this job in Specgru leaves Zhiqiang with a lowered libido and the combination with insomnia leaves me writhing in my skin for more every long night. Everything about him, those starry night eyes, that dragon tattoo on his back and those little glimpses I get if he wears grey sweatpants, everything drives me insane and honestly maybe makes me a bit of a pick me girl to my own boyfriend.

Maybe the universe had heard my anguish or maybe she was just being nice tonight but I had noticed the signs. A day of sun in the midst of a barren February, a break from missions, the shine in Zhiqiang’s eyes when he stares.

He does that a lot, stare I mean. He stares at his friends while they talk, at supervisors when they walk by and at me when I do anything. Lately though, his stares have grown suggestive in nature, fleeting down to private areas and drawing my own gaze to unsavoury areas. Of course anyone who looked for more than 3 seconds could understand exactly what he wanted. Roach ended up teasing me for an entire afternoon once.

That’s how I ended in this position. I am leaning heavily against Zhiqiang as I straddle his lap. His hand runs across my back and down my spine in a comforting manner as he keeps me lifted with my cunt directly over his red hard cock.

“Your first time, we’ll do this slowly, Ok? Nice and slow.”

He slowly pushed me down by the hand on my back while pulling me off of him slightly to gain access to my flushed sweaty face. There was a sudden stretch as I tried to accommodate the cock now breaching me and I made sure to let him know of the pain by trying and failing to grip his buzzed hair.

“Awwww poor little soldier.”

However, he continued to push me down against the blunt head of his cock. Almost unbearable, the pain continued as he bottomed out inside of me and stilled for a second. To distract me, Zhiqiang leaned forward and took me in a gentle kiss then swallowed my pathetic whimper as he rubbed his finger over my clit just right.

Pleasure blossomed throughout my whole body and nulled the pain from the stretch to fit him in. More moans fell out from my lips as he flicked my clit in a way that had me believing he could have been a fertility god. Suddenly he grabbed the flesh of my hips and pushed me up again, finally properly fucking me. My legs shake as his cock hits every sensitive spot deep inside of me and sends waves of pleasure that leave me breathless and soundless.

I squeak and wrap my arms around the man in front of me for stability. Zhiqiang let out a little raspy laugh that permeated straight to my chest and kissed me on the cheek.

“Feels good, right?”

“Mmm hmm” I mumbled into his shoulder and kissed his neck as I felt him continue to fuck up into me. The familiar knot in my lower stomach begins to grow and I move my hips up and down slightly in a rhythm like Zhiqiang. A growl escaped with his lips and I could feel him twitch inside of me. Still with care, he starts to thrust into me harder and suddenly the knot snaps. I grip Zhiqiang’s shoulders and scream silently while my eyes roll back into my head from the sheer overwhelming pleasure flooding my body. As tears prick my waterline, I could feel Zhiqiang hold my hips down and fill up the condom placed around his cock. He slips out of me and smiles at me again, petting my hair like a cat.

While he takes off the condom and throws it out in the small garbage can, I slowly sit up and stretch out my limbs as I regain feeling in them. My boyfriend walks back over to me and helps me up by my armpits so that we could go to the bathroom to shower. Of course I ended up groping him at least once.

Afterwards we cuddled like we had many times before. On top of him with my head in his neck, his arms around me and calm conversation filling the space between us. We fit together like puzzle pieces and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. He took a little longer due to his insomnia but in the end he ended up sleeping, holding me like a teddy bear.

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