#but like do i want to collect the litte games too

[crimsonedquill]

Conquering Mountains (Natsai Onai x f!MC)

I absolutely *love* all these requests for underappreciated characters I’m getting. Like writing for the boys is fun and all but this was always meant as a blog to give my girls some much-deserved attention 🖤

Yes, the length is entirely reflective of the fun I had with this prompt 😂 Especially since I never see any large Natsai fics out there (let alone smut) I was happy to do this!

(Also, MC is fem here because I’m headcanoning Natty with massive sapphic energy lmao)

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Soft smut, first time, aged up characters, just two hopeless lesbians exploring their feelings.

“Accio!”

The leather ball shot across the coloured fields, gaining a brief momentum boost through one of the small whirlpools before finally rolling to a halt in the last column.

“Fifty points,” Natty said, turning to MC with a smile. “That puts me over the top, no?”

“Yeah, I suppose it does,” MC grumbled, not looking nearly as amused. She crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “I don’t know why I even bother. It’s obvious I’m never going to beat you, you know?”

“Ah, you should not think like that. From my point of view, you have made much progress since you first played against me.”

“Right, yeah.” MC tilted her head, causing her hair to partly obscure the furrow in her brow. “Perhaps remind me how that game went?”

Natty chuckled, pocketing her wand before stepping up to her friend and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Let me make it up to you. Me, you, and a Butterbeer. How does that sound?”

“Between you and the Butterbeer? I’d definitely choose the latter.”

“Oh, do not break my heart like that!” Natty laughed, playfully swatting her arm.

“Fine, I’ll bite,” MC chuckled as they stepped off the podium and began making their way back to the castle, a gentle breeze causing their robes to flutter in the wind. “I’m surprised you even manage to find the time though. Aren’t you supposed to be swamped with all your N.E.W.T.s? It’s still your ambition to become an Auror, right?”

“It is,” Natty nodded. “And I will admit it has been difficult sometimes… like when I had to leave Crossed Wands, but overall I have managed to adapt well so far. Besides, in my experience, having a good friend is just as important to succeeding as studying.”

“You give me too much credit,” MC said.

Natty felt a smile tug at her lips. As much as she liked to pride herself on her independent streak, it hadn’t escaped her notice that she’d come to rely on MC in more ways than one after their fifth year. She wasn’t too proud to admit that her presence had anchored her more than any friends she had made in Gryffindor, or Hogwarts in general, for that matter – even though she never would do so to her face, of course. She was barely able to get over her own massive ego as it was.

“I need to go and collect my things for Transfiguration,” MC said as they stepped through the doors, welcomed by the ambient chatter of students. “Shall we meet up later, then?”

Natty nodded. “I will wait for you at the castle gates after classes. Do not be late!”

“Never would I dare to make such a fair maiden wait,” MC grinned, making a bow that seemed to turn some heads. “For you, my lady, I shall conquer ill-tempered professors and menacing ghosts –”

“Oh, get out of here, you,” Natty giggled, pushing her just hard enough to get her on her way with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. The Gryffindor shook her head as she watched her friend leave, not able to resist a small chuckle of her own. She really could be too much sometimes. Almost made her wonder if she was actually joking – though that was more of a silly thought than anything. Sure, it wasn’t like their bold way of joking around or the ease with which they finished each other’s sentences didn’t leave some things open to suggestion, but Natty had never really thought of their friendship as anything other than just that.

Whether she wanted to, though?

She frowned, finding herself a little taken aback by the thought. It probably wasn’t that strange to think, but then again, why would she, if she didn’t really have any reason to assume that MC saw her as more than a friend? Probably best not to make things any more complicated than they needed to be.

Natty shook the thought from her head and walked on, quickly finding that she hadn’t been thinking about anything at all.

— — —

“So, wait, let me get this straight,” MC said after taking another swig of her cup, looking at Natty with a cocked eyebrow. “You don’t actually need Divination to qualify for Auror, so the only reason you’re taking the class is to placate your mother?”

Natty shot a look back. “What is wrong with that?”

“You’re really going to make me say it? How about, “Your future is hanging in the balance and you decide to spend your precious minutes reading tea leaves”?”

“Please,” Natty laughed, “you mock me, but rest assured that any effort I am spending now is nothing compared to the trouble I face if I were to provoke my mother’s ire. Besides, there is more to the art than you care to comprehend.”

“Of course. I suppose I’m just curious why I should bother learning something that’s supposed to let me predict the future, when it will hardly tell me tomorrow’s weather.”

“There are more sophisticated ways than crystal balls for that,” Natty said. “Have you tried looking up at the sky?”

MC rolled her eyes at her. “Merlin’s sake, Weasley has really rubbed off on you, hasn’t he?”

They shared a chuckle between themselves as Sirona brought them another round of Butterbeers. After a few more swigs, MC leaned back in her chair, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “So, here’s something interesting – apparently Samantha Dale and Amit Thakkar are holding hands now?”

“Well, that is not much of a surprise. Everyone knows they have been sending each other owls for weeks.”

“Right, but that’s not all I’ve heard.” MC hunched slightly forward, as if she was about to reveal some kind of terrible secret. “Rumour has it that they have been doing… stuff… to each other in the bathroom after Astronomy.”

Natty scrunched her nose. “I do not need to know that!”

“Oh, come on!” MC laughed. “You always pretend not to care, but you aren’t really going to tell me that you’ve never thought about getting a little handsy.”

“Well, even if I did, I would surely know better than to tell you.”

“So you do admit it!”

Natty opted to withhold her answer, taking a sip of her Butterbeer as she did her best to ignore MC’s smug gaze. It wasn’t the first time she had broached the subject and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

“Come on, it’s nothing to be shy about,” MC teased. “Garreth’s cute, isn’t he?”

“That is different. We are just friends.”

“Right. But if you could kiss him, you would?”

“No, I – of course not!”

“Just because he’s your friend?” MC asked. “That’s kind of a stupid excuse. Takes all of the fun out of it.”

“So you are saying that you would?” Natty retorted.

“Sure,” MC answered with a shrug. “Hell, I’d even kiss you under the right circumstances.”

It felt like the bottom had fallen out of Natty’s stomach. She was almost certain MC was just needling her for the sake of getting a reaction, so she chose to go with the sarcastic snort. ““The right circumstances”?”

“Yeah. I mean, obviously it wouldn’t be anything serious, but if it was just some harmless fun –”

“Right, of course. Harmless fun.”

She did not mean to sound disappointed. She wasn’t even sure if she had. The only thing she was certain of was that she suddenly really wanted this conversation to end.

“I should probably be going, there is some homework I need to catch up on before tomorrow,” she said, standing up from her chair. MC gave her a surprised look. “So soon? Do you want me to walk you back to the castle?”

“You can stay if you want, I will manage.” Pausing briefly, she added: “This has been fun.”

“Uh, yeah, for sure.”

Natty had hoped that would have been the end of it, though of course she should have known MC wasn’t that naive. Her friend kept looking at her as she tentatively bit her lip. “Hey, look, if I said anything out of line –”

“You are bold to assume that I am not used to your nonsense by now,” Natty replied, mustering a smile. “We are good. I just… need to get back to my schoolwork.”

“Yeah, of course. Good luck.”

Natty turned on her heels and walked out, not once stopping to look back. She dropped the fake contortion plastered on her face as soon as she stepped outside, letting out a deep sigh as she closed her eyes. Overhead, clouds started to gather in a steely sky.

– – –

Not too long after MC’s impromptu confession at The Three Broomsticks, Natty realised something started to hurt in her chest every time she saw her friend. Which was probably why she stopped doing it.

At first, it was just something she did without really being aware that she did it. She simply rolled into the habit of brushing her off after every class, either citing her loads of schoolwork or study sessions with other friends or some other flimsy reason for a lack of time. She became such a natural at it that she could have easily fooled herself if she tried. After all, she didn’t have any particular reason to be avoiding MC, did she? It wasn’t like the mere sight of them felt like a hot sting to her core, those damn words etched into her mind like a curse, repeating themselves just as she thought she was finally beginning to forgot them.

Harmless fun. That is all you are to her. Why wouldn’t you be, it is not like you ever expected to be more to them, wanted to be more to them –

Ah, Merlin.

She could not really get herself to admit to her feelings, not even to herself. Perhaps it wasn’t in her nature. At any rate, she thought it best to keep MC at arm’s length until she was able to make some sense of the mess that was currently her mind. It probably was the best chance she had at preserving their relationship in the state it had been.

Unfortunately, MC didn’t seem to be quite of the same mind.

The girl popped up out of nowhere after Defense Against the Dark Arts, asking for a minute of her time. Natty attempted one of her usual excuses, but found herself whisked into an empty bathroom before she could get any words past her lips. She gingerly stood with her books in her hands as MC crossed her arms, leaning back against one of the porcelain sinks. “All right, go on, explain.”

Natty looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” MC’s tone was sharp, but also imbued with a hint of concern that caused Natty to look away in embarrassment. She wasn’t sure if she could do this now, but it looked like she had no other choice. “These past few weeks you’ve been doing all you can do to ignore me for no clear reason and I’m getting sick of it. If you have something to say to me, just say it.”

She should probably have said it then. Merlin, MC was actually inviting her to.

“It has nothing to do with you,” she answered, managing a surprisingly controlled voice. “As I have told you before, I have merely been caught up in –”

“Enough with the bloody excuses,” MC snapped. “If this was just about school, you could at least have found a moment to properly talk to me instead of pretending I don’t exist. You can’t just start treating me like that after all we’ve been through!”

Oh, there it was. She did not even have a reason to try and damage control this situation. If MC wanted the truth so desperately, she could have it.

“You know, I am surprised you care so much about spending time with me,” Natty shot back, her voice swelling with the fire in her chest. “There are so many other people who would gladly worship you if it meant getting just a fraction of your attention, no?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Then again, I am not sure of the lengths they would really be willing to go. Perhaps you should ask them if they would ever take a Torturing Curse for you.”

“Wait, so that is what this is all about?” MC asked, sounding more shocked than angry. “Are you saying I haven’t shown enough appreciation for what you –”

“I do not want your gratitude!” Natty seethed, her vision quickly blurring red around the edges. “I never cared about any of that! But perhaps I had hoped that after all this time, there was a slight chance that you would understand… that I did what I did because I do not merely think of you as a friend –”

The silence that followed was oddly deafening. Natty figured she would have preferred MC to laugh or shout at her, to give her at least some justification for her anger, but she seemed rather lost for words all of a sudden.

“I-I cant…” she stammered, “you can’t be saying that…”

“I believe I just did.”

Natty tightened her grip on her books, trying to stop her lip from quivering. “That is all, really. Maybe now you understand.”

MC made no attempt to stop her as she left. If someone in the corridors had told her that she looked like she had shattered into a thousand pieces, she would have had no trouble believing them.

– – –

Her confession to MC had made things even worse than they had been. Perhaps the silver lining was that the girl had given up on any efforts to reach out to her, but that was pretty much it. It still hurt like hell to see her in class or in the halls, the pain in her heart made worse by the knowledge that her friend now knew about one of her most intimate secrets, feelings she had not even meant to reveal in the first place.

Natty felt so pathetic. She tried telling herself that she was just exaggerating, that in the end this was more embarrassment over the outing of a crush than the end of the world, but the thing was that it didn’t exactly feel like that. It wasn’t so much the sting of rejection as the fact that she had permanently altered the nature of their relationship – or ruined it, she might as well say. All because of the stupid need to act on some irrational feelings she could have easily ignored if she’d wanted to.

Then again, she hadn’t, had she?

“Natsai, come see me for a minute, would you?”

Natty looked up from the books she’d been packing and saw her mother beckoning her at her desk. She probably shouldn’t have been too surprised; if anything, it was more of a shock that it had taken her this long to say something. She put her books down and waited until the other students had left the classroom before making her way over. Her mother closed the hatch with a flourish of her wand and then turned to her, folding her hands. “How have you been?”

“Busy,” Natty admitted. “Nothing I have found myself unable to handle, though.”

“You always have been rather persistent,” Mudiwa nodded, though she said it without any hint of a chuckle. “And your friends? Have you been able to give them enough attention with the pressure of your studies?”

“I… I think so. It’s been challenging to balance my commitments sometimes, though I believe I have been doing well, all things considered.”

“Very well. And you have suffered no lingering effects from Harlow’s curse?”

“No, that was a long time ago – mother, what is this all about?”

She’d forgotten just how intense her mother’s gaze could be. It seemed to bore into her, just far enough to read all of the secrets locked away in her soul.

Mudiwa drew a breath. “I am asking these questions because I see you hurting. I have always respected you enough to provide you with the space to solve your own problems, but I do know when your own stubbornness is getting in the way of that. So, tell me, what kind of predicament have you found yourself in now?”

Natty knew she could have tried deflecting with enough flimsy excuses, but then again, she didn’t exactly seem to be in the habit of making the best decisions lately.

“I… it is silly,” she sighed. “I said something I should not have to a friend, and now I fear I have forever ruined our bond.”

“What did you say to them?”

Natty looked away. “That I… well, that perhaps I wished for us to be more than friends –”

“Aha.”

Her mother’s voice was surprisingly devoid of judgement. Natty thought she might have preferred that more than whatever she was doing now.

“But I was not in a right state of mind,” she added hastily. “It was just something they said that caused me to feel jealous, and before I knew it I was acting on a whim, and –”

“Ah, so you do have fallen for them.”

Natty blushed. “No, that is not what I –”

“My little gazelle, I have spent enough time nurturing you to know that you often confuse strength with a lack of vulnerability. After the death of your father, you lived in denial of your true feelings for a long time. Are you meaning to say that you do not have a similar inclination now?”

She wanted to deny it. Badly. But Merlin, she knew her mother to be right. She had spent so long blaming herself for her father’s death that it had taken someone else to show her how she had truly felt – someone who had somehow understood her better than she had been capable of herself…

“This… ‘friend’ of yours,” Mudiwa continued. “Did they judge you for the way you felt about them?”

“No,” Natty replied, shaking her head. “No, I think… I think she was simply as overwhelmed by the whole situation as I was –”

Her mother’s eyes lit up at the unintended use of the pronoun, but for whatever reason she apparently decided not to comment on it.

“Do you think she would judge you if you took the time to speak to her again, properly this time?”

“No,” Natty said resolutely. “I do not know how she would respond, but I do not believe she would hold it against me.”

“Then that is probably something you ought to consider, no? After all, something tells me you might find the loss of a friend harder to bear than the shame you are feeling now.”

“Yes, I… I suppose I would.”

Mudiwa reached out for her. Natty leaned forward, feeling some weight fall of her shoulders as she fell into her mother’s embrace, smelling the familiar scent of tea and spices.

“You are a beautiful and strong young woman,” Mudiwa said. “Please do not let your pride blind yourself to that fact.”

They pulled apart, only connected by Natty’s small hand wrapped in her mother’s.

“And she better not break your heart,” she said, her lips forming a faint smirk. “For my vengeance will be swift and strong if she even as much as contemplates the thought.”

– – –

Oddly enough, it was MC who reached out to Natty first.

It was just a few words scribbled down on a small piece of parchment delivered to her by owl, but the message they carried wasn’t any less meaningful because of it:

Please meet me in the Room of Requirement tonight. I would like to speak to you.

Though Natty had to admit that saying what she wanted to say suddenly seemed a lot easier because of MC’s invitation, she was still wrecked with nerves as she watched the outline of the door to the Room slowly appear in the wall. It surely appeared that MC was willing to reconcile and let bygones be bygones, but the Gryffindor knew that they wouldn’t simply be able to go back to their old ways. It was no longer a question of whether their friendship had changed – it was how much.

Heart beating steadily, she stepped into the pleasant scent of MC’s cosy Room. She saw the various vivariums, which had all been closed, and the velvet reading corner where they’d spent so many hours digging through old books together. She was struck by a light bout of nostalgia before she heard a familiar voice call out her name, and she turned around to see MC standing in the archway leading to the lower level.

“You came.” she said, probably sounding more surprised than she had meant to.

“I received your invitation,” Natty replied, holding up the small piece of parchment.

“Yeah, well, with how invisible I seem to have been to you lately, I wasn’t sure if you had.”

She flashed a pained smile. “Sorry, I shouldn’t start again. Care to follow me?”

They walked through the archway into a small, odd room Natty had never seen before. It was colored in harmonic dark shades of blue and purple, with the windows covered by silver-rimmed curtains. A bunch of pillows were splayed out on the carpet on the floor, centered around a plate with several bottles. Natty leaned forward and picked one up. “Is this Firewhisky?”

“Sure is,” MC said. “I figured I was going to need some after I’ve told you everything I wanted to tell you tonight. Ehm, shall we sit?”

Natty nodded, following MC’s lead as she sat down on the pillow opposite her. She assumed that as far as her friend’s strange behavior went it was most likely just the nerves talking, but then again, it was so out of character for her that she couldn’t help but frown.

“So –” MC began, before catching herself. “Oh, I forgot – I have something to show you. Here, let me,”

She drew her wand and cast a spell on the curtains, causing them to swing open. Natty felt her breath hitch in her throat as a beautiful savannah unfolded itself before her eyes, endless grassy plains illuminated perfectly by the light of a pale, full moon.

“MC, what –” she stammered.

“Is something off?” MC asked, worried. “Damnit, I spent so much time trying to get the details right, but I wasn’t sure –”

“No, it… it is perfect. I just cannot believe – you conjured all of this for me?”

“Yeah, well, it was the least I could do to make up for the arse I’ve been,” she said with a shy grin.

“Please, it was not your faul –”

“No, Natty, just… let me get this off my chest first, all right?”

Natty imagined she could not have looked more confused, though she nodded anyway.

“Okay,” MC said, drawing breath. “So, I should say –”

Her mouth was left hanging open, but no words came out. She forced herself through a few more incoherent vowels before giving up and seizing the bottle closest to her. “You know what, let’s do drinks first.”

“Probably for the best,” Natty agreed, picking up a glass of her own.

They both knocked back a shot and immediately started coughing, smiling at each other through burning tears.

“Merlin, I had forgotten just how potent this stuff was –” Natty chuckled.

“Better than anything Sharp ever has us brew, huh,” MC smirked, pouring them another drink.

After a few more doses, MC seemed ready to say what she wanted to say. The girl stared into the bottom of her glass as she traced its rim with her finger, a fresh blush having made its way to her cheeks.

“So um –” she began, “did you mean it? What you said to me in that bathroom?”

“Every word of it,” Natty answered, lacking any hesitation she might have felt before. She was done pretending. Denial had never led her anywhere good.

“See, I… well, to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. We’ve been friends for so long that it was rather jarring to hear you say all those things about me. But in hindsight, I realised I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.”

Natty shook her head. “I do not blame you. I was just as upset by my own course of action. I think, because I so desperately wanted you to feel the way I felt, I reacted far too strongly –”

“But that’s exactly it,” MC interrupted. They suddenly shifted so that she was sitting closer to the Gryffindor, who felt her heart leaping in her chest. “After you’d made your confession, telling me about all these heartfelt feelings you’ve held for so long, I started wondering why I never picked up on any signals that you felt this way. At first I assumed you were just at good at hiding it… though then the thought crossed my mind that perhaps, I had always been making jokes and teasing you as a way to avoid confronting a much more obvious truth.”

Natty’s voice shuddered as she posed the question. “What truth?”

“That…” MC sighed. “That I might have been feeling much the same way about you.”

Somehow the moment seemed much less real of a sudden. Natty was struck by the ethereal beauty of MC’s face; the way her features seemed impossibly perfect, hugged by the light of the silver moon.

“It’s all kind of stupid, isn’t it?” MC chuckled. “I mean, if you fancy me, and I fancy you, then what in Merlin’s name are we –”

Her sentence was cut off by Natty’s lips. MC immediately leaned into the kiss, relishing the taste of warm breath; relishing how much she had been craving it. MC’s hands snaked around to the small of Natty’s back, pulling her into her lap, causing the Gryffindor to gasp with surprise. The absolute wanting spoken by every single one of MC’s movements left her chest burning and her mind reeling as she tried to keep up, expectation and reality blurring together in perfect harmony.

MC withdrew ever so gently, soft words spoken with concern as their gazes met. “Are you… are we going too fast?”

Natty lovingly cupped her cheek. “No. I am right where I want to be.”

MC smiled before kissing her again, this time slightly parting her lips to allow her tongue to slip through. Natty greedily accepted the offer, meeting MC’s warmth with her own, her fingers tracing slow, concentrating circles across her back. As their tongues interlocked, Natty found it hard to conceive just how lucky she was. Just a few minutes ago she had thought she had lost it all, and here she was, having it all, right at her fingertips.

The heat in her chest slowly started trickling down through her insides. She felt it in her tummy, then her core, just a few inches away from MC’s thigh. As they slightly shifted around in their fiery embrace, her crotch brushed directly up against MC’s leg, leading a whimper to fall from her lips.

Again, MC pulled back. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she replied in a half-moan. She wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but it felt good, so she kept on doing it. MC drinking in every detail of the expression on her face as she rode her thigh with slow, deliberate strokes was an unexpected but welcome surprise, as she enjoyed her bearing witness to her self-pleasure more than she thought.

The heat between her legs was building at a feverish crescendo, and she bit down on her bottom lip in an effort to keep the obscene moans from escaping her mouth. In its own way, it was both exhilarating and frightening to think that she would eventually achieve release this way, driven by nothing but her own lust and MC’s arousing gaze. But the thought seemed unsatisfactory. She wanted more.

She wanted MC to be her first.

Pausing for a moment, she looked down at MC, the both at them panting with anticipation.

“I’m not going to lie,” MC said, “seeing you like this really turns me on.”

Natty shifted slightly at the lewd compliment, feeling a small shock shooting up through her core.

“Do you –”

She was hesitant to ask. Even as the thought excited her, she wasn’t sure whether MC would be open to the idea, and she would be right to ask if they weren’t rushing things.

But still…

“Do I what?” MC asked, the hint of trepidation audible in her voice.

“Do you want to put a finger… you know…”

“Inside of you?” MC’s eyes widened. “Natty, are you sure?”

“I do not know,” Natty admitted. “Are you?”

“No, not exactly.” MC swallowed, though her eyes shone with the unmistakable glitter of hot desire. Natty imagined she was probably thinking the same thing as she was.

MC looked up at her again. “Have you ever been with someone… like this?”

Natty shook her head.

“Me neither,” MC confessed, biting her lip before speaking up again. “All right, I… I’ll just try and you tell me if it feels good, all right?”

Natty nodded. This was it, it was really happening. She felt dizzy as she adjusted a little to provide MC with easier access. She still wasn’t feeling confident that she’d made the right call, but there was no person she would have rather entrusted her body to.

It took MC more than a few attempts to hook her hand into the band of her skirt, though eventually she managed, slipping in her fingers one by one. As soon as Natty felt MC’s warm skin making contact with her own, there was a different kind of sensation. Hotter, more intense. It was as if she was becoming closer to MC somehow, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to feel her inside of her.

One of MC’s digits brushed past her sensitive swollen nub, drawing a whine from her. MC froze. “Was that… did I –”

“Please,” Natty whimpered. She was so close to perfection, so close to what she wanted most. All she craved was for MC to take her there.

MC swallowed, tentatively proceeding despite looking ready to devour her in an instant. Her finger slipped past her wet folds, coating itself in her arousal. Natty wondered what MC was thinking when she felt just how wet she was. It was so dirty, so depraved.

She absolutely loved it.

However, nothing of what she’d experienced so far quite compared to the feeling of MC’s finger dipping inside of her.

Her body immediately responded to the stimulus, legs spasming as her head fell forward onto MC’s shoulder. A low hiss escaped through her teeth. It was so deep. So full.

It was perfect.

MC paused to allow them both a few moments to acclimatize to the feeling. She nuzzled her ear, wet lips placing a soft kiss to the upper end of her jaw. “Love, I’m going to start moving now, all right?”

Natty whimpered in response. There was a loud squelching sound as her sick folds dragged at the sides of MC’s finger, the digit plunging deeper inside her welcoming depths. Her spiraling mind rapidly registered a series of lewd thoughts as she passed through her lust-induced dazed. Would MC think she was tight enough? Would she have any suspicion at all of the nights she’d spent lying awake in bed, picturing the features of her face as her fingers had snuck down to pry open her dripping slit? Would she feel pride at knowing that more than once she had come with her name on her lips, dreaming of the day she could have it all for real?

She stopped wondering as soon as her senses returned to the sensation of MC’s finger fucking itself into her. She had it all for real. And it was the best thing she’d ever experienced.

MC lacked a sense of rhythm, betraying her inexperience, but her eagerness more than made up for it. Natty ground against her palm, causing a lovely friction to her tingling button. She shuddered as the girl rewarded her neck with wet kisses, trailing down to the collar of her vest. Her tie was yanked away and suddenly her naked chest was met with a gust of cool air, the sensation quickly making way for MC’s warm breath, her tongue beginning to lap up the beads of sweat running down her dark skin.

Natty sensed her release growing, building, crashing upwards from ecstatic depths. Through hooded eyes she looked at her lover, saw the mix of concentration and unbridled lust held by her expression.

“My beloved… I am close…”

MC’s lips parted ever so slightly. “Say… say my name,” she ordered, the small shiver in her voice causing Natty to shudder. “I want to hear you say my name when you come.”

The request was enough to wash away whatever restraint she had left. Natty came, screaming MC’s name, tightening just long enough around her lover’s finger to prevent most of her release from spilling out; though then she relaxed, and her juices spilled freely.

MC shuffled, gently laying her down on the carpet, climbing on top of her before meeting her lips in another sweet kiss. As she propped herself up on her arms, Natty took a moment to appreciate the bright glow on her cheeks, the love in her eyes.

“I can’t get enough of you,” MC confessed.

“The feeling is mutual,” Natty smiled, cupping her cheek once more. MC nuzzled her palm, peppering it with little kisses. “No regrets?”

“Only that it took me so long to tell you.”

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” MC replied, pushing up her blouse, exposing more skin to the nightly glow of the full moon. “Plenty of time to make up for, wouldn’t you say?”

Natty’s answer was lost in a moan as the girl kissed down the sloping valley between her legs, fingers quickly pulling down her skirt. She only briefly stopped to bite her lip. “Can I… taste you?”

She looked up at the Gryffindor to seek her approval, and she gave it. Yielding herself completely to MC’s grasp, she laid her head back against the pillow, looking up at the curved ceiling with teary eyes. She didn’t know why emotion was getting the better of her now. Perhaps it was only physical, a bodily response to the mind-shattering orgasm she’d just had, but she honestly didn’t think so. She felt happy. She felt complete. And she didn’t want to stop feeling like that.

MC’s tongue explored her folds with innocent curiosity, the taste of Natty’s juices apparently taking a little more time getting used to than their touch. Soon, though, she pressed further, pushing through the wet before slipping into the small hole. Natty’s fingers gripped the carpet, the world before her eyes bursting open into a whole new realm of lights and colors. There were so many new feelings, so much pleasure she had not quite experienced in this way before. What made it all even was better was that she had this beautiful person to share it with.

She could still feel the remains of her last high running through her body, so it didn’t take long for MC to have her edging again, lapping greedily at her as she looked up at her lover with starved eyes. Natty raised her hips to help her along, letting out a stifled cry as she felt the first waves of ecstasy beginning to hit her. She came again, loudly, rewarding her lover with another dose of her precious honey. The girl spent several minutes sucking every last drop from her folds before moving up again, pleasantly surprising her with the taste of her own essence on her lips.

They laid next to each other, exchanging lazy kisses as Natty pushed her leg between MC’s, wrapping herself into the safe embrace of her girlfriend.

“You okay?” MC asked softly.

“Never better,” Natty whispered back, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Gentle fingers drew small patterns on her arm. She wondered if there was anything she should say. But no, she realised as she looked into MC’s eyes; there was nothing that needed to be said, for the warm glow burning inside the black pupils said it all.

“You want to have me now?” MC asked.

Natty’s smile grew wider. “I would love to.”

#hogwarts legacy #natsai onai #natsai onai x mc #natsai onai x f!mc #Natsai onai smut

[pa-stella]

I'm sobbing as I send this but can I get smiling between kisses with kuujyu ;;;;;;; 💜💜 thank you in advance

Wait, why are you sobbing?? Nooo!! I hope this little thing will cheer you up! More laughters than smiles, but I hope it's okay. Summary - Jyushi: *can't accept compliments* Kuko: *that Lady Gaga meme* Title: Addictive Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Kuuko/Jyushi Prompt: Smiling in-between kisses

Jyushi’s room was exactly like its resident. A little quirky with many small details inspired by a specific aesthetic. Kuko, who was not used to such rich furnishing, had always been fascinated by the room. Even if there was a giant moon shaped lamp on the wall, the place was relaxing and calm… a good refuge from his everyday routine.

Every time he didn’t want to deal with the tasks given by his father, the young monk would declare that they would continue their training outside the temple and Jyushi would understand in an instant what he meant. They would stop in a nearby conbini to buy a few snacks and go straight to Jyushi’s house. Kuko would never confess it, but it had become basically a habit for him. 

They would usually play video games or watch a movie for the entire afternoon, but that day Jyushi had decided to continue sketching the outfits for his band's next concert, so Kuko busied himself with his manga collection. The small bedroom was silent if not for a visual kei playlist coming from the pc.

“Kuko-san.” Jyushi called him at some point, almost startling him. “I need your opinion.”

“On what?” He asked and got up from the bed to move near the armchair the other was sitting on.

“I’m trying to come up with a cool embroidery design to add on our jackets.” He explained as he showed him his tablet. “ArgoξOrchestra’s new song has a lot of references to the Western zodiac, so my idea was to create a decoration combining each member’s sign constellation… what do you think?”

Kuko looked at the sketch and nodded. Jyushi had recreated the logo of his band by using some of the stars of each constellation. He had to admit it was cool. “It looks great, but I thought you didn’t feel good enough at embroidering to do big projects…”

“Well, as you often say, I won’t get better if I don’t keep practicing…” Jyushi murmured and opened another file on the tablet. “I’ve been working on smaller projects for some time now.”

“Pretty good advice, I gave you!” Kuko chuckled while sitting down on the arm of the chair to look at the other pictures. “You’re already talented, so just imagine what you’ll do when you've mastered the art!”

“Oh.” Jyushi nodded and tried to hide his face a little, but Kuko caught the faint blush that had appeared on his cheeks. The visual kei singer loved compliments, but he still couldn’t handle them if they came from people he really cared about. The monk glanced at the abandoned manga (surveilled by Amanda) on the bed and at the tablet… they had both finished with their own things, so it would be okay to tease Jyushi a litte, right?

“You’re also so creative… look at these designs!” 

Jyushi blushed even more, hiding behind the tablet. “There’s no need to lie now, Kuko-san…”

“Are you calling me a liar?!” He pretended to be offended and took the device from his hands to place it on the nearby shelf. “I’m telling the truth. Talented, inventive, original…”

As Jyushi tried to cover his face with his hands, Kuko grabbed them and forced him to look up. “Kuko-san…”

Seeing him so embarrassed made the monk smile in an affectionate way before he continued with his list. “...unique, humble…”

“That… that has nothing to do with what I create…” The other protested and Kuko rolled his eyes.

“I’m trying to create a mood here.” He whispered. “Dummy…”

“H-Hey!”

Before he could add anything else, Kuko gave him a peck on the nose. “...a little too whiny…” 

At that, Jyushi giggled a little.

“...kind…” He said and moved to leave a kiss on his cheek.

“Kuko…”

“...attractive…” He kissed him on his lips for an instant but, when he moved away, he felt Jyushi grab his jacket and tug. He smiled. “...eager…”

This time Kuko took his time with the kiss and he actually struggled to pull away. “Have I already said attractive?”

Jyushi laughed out loud. “Yes, you have.”

“Mmm… so damn attractive, then…” 

“Don’t tell me you already finished the words to describe me.” His voice was a little deeper now, more similar to the one he used in his narcissistic chuunibyou’s mode. 

“You just made me remember one: cocky.” They both chuckled and shared another brief kiss. Kuko moved to get up and go back to his manga after that, but Jyushi grabbed his hand.

“I wasn’t joking, Kuko-san. G-Go on…” He was blushing again, embarrassed by the request he was making, but a little more confident after Kuko’s words.

“Let me think.” The monk smiled and slowly sat down on Jyushi’s lap. His lips were almost on the other’s when he whispered one last word.

“Addictive.”

#kuko: #talented. brilliant. incredible. showstopping... #writing? in this economy? #hypnosis mic #jyushi aimono #kuko harai #kuujyu #i wanted to write something cuter and in the end it's just about two dorks being in love

[abbatoirablaze]

Stacy's Mom, Broken Family

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  MAJOR TW:  grief, angst, loss of a loved one, manipulation, jealousy. 

“Jake…”

Jake couldn’t help but run up to his girlfriend, scooping her up in his arms as he made his way through the crowded living room.  She went to speak, but Jake cut her off, his lips meeting her own in a desperate kiss.  It had been months since he’d seen her, and he’d been craving her in every sense of the word.  And while the room felt like a collection of white noise, he couldn’t help but smirk hearing the people in the room gasping. 

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Jake turned around, having forgotten that the baby shower would not only include most of his neighborhood, but Stacy, his one-time best friend and ex-girlfriend. 

“Stacy, I-“

Devin tried to explain but it was the excited squeal of Briana who had cut her off as she attacked Jake’s legs, “DADDY!  DADDY YOU’RE HOME!”

“JAKE!  WHY THE HELL IS MY LITTLE SISTER CALLING YOU-“ Stacy asked.  But she immediately cut herself off with a gasp when it all seemed to click into place for her.  Her mother becoming pregnant shortly after her breakup with Jake.  All of the secret glances and depression when Jake had left for the military.  Her attention then turned towards her mother, rage filling her eyes, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

“Stacy…language, please.  Your litt-“

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY LANGUAGE, DEVIN!”

“Stac…maybe we take a walk,” Jake’s younger sister offered, standing and moving towards her.  But Stacy only shrugged her off, “St-“

“SHE’S MY FUCKING MOTHER!” She seethed, glaring between the Jensen siblings, “did you and your mom know about this too?  Did-“

“Stacy,” Jake said quickly, stepping in front of Devin and Briana protectively, “you need to calm down.  This is a baby shower for your mother.  No-”

“CALM DOWN?” she all but screamed, “YOU’VE BEEN SCREWING MY MOM!”

“Yeah…and she’s the mother of my children, so you need to-“

“I don’t think I like your tone, Jensen,” her husband growled, glaring at Jake as he finally stood up next to his wife, “you need to take it down a notch if you’re going to be speaking to her.”

“Get out.”

Everyone turned back towards Devin, who had finally seemed to grow a backbone when it came to her daughter and her attitude towards her.

“Excuse me?”

“Everyone,” she said quickly, “please leave…but especially you, Stacy…I’m not-I’m not dealing with this anymore.”

“Mom-“

“I-I’m done,” she said firmly, “I’m done arguing with you…I’m done with you telling me how much of a horrible mother I am.  I’m done with your toxicity.  You may be my daughter, but this ends now.  Briana doesn’t deserve it and neither do I.”

“It doesn’t fucking end because you’re tired of me, mom,” she hissed, stepping up to her mother, “this isn’t some bullshit game where you can play return to sender, like how you tried to pawn me off on dad when I was a teen.  My ‘toxicity’ is warranted.  What isn’t warranted is you grooming Jake into some trophy boyfriend until-“

“She didn’t groom me, Stacy!”

Stacy shot a death glare at Jake, “she did…she’s been trying to coax you into this sick little game of hers even when we were kids…no one saw it but me…I tried so hard to-“

“I didn’t-“

“YOU DID!” She screamed, glaring at her mother, “YOU GROOMED MY BEST FRIEND WHEN I WAS A CHILD!  YOU’RE SICK, MOM!  YOU NEED HELP!”

“GET OUT STACY!” she yelled at her daughter, “I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“With pleasure,” she hissed, shooting her mother another angry look.  Then she turned her attention towards Jake, “she doesn’t love you.  She’s incapable of it, Jake…just remember that when she gets sick of you and Briana.”

Jake glared across the aisle at the young woman dressed in black.  His jaw was tense, and his face was devoid of emotion on the outside.  But on the inside, Jake was a wreck. 

Turns out, Stacy was sick. 

She knew it. 

The cancer had spread quickly, and after their son was born, she went straight into chemo. 

But that was a battle she quickly lost. 

Jake was a single father of a four-month-old, and what should have been a fresh-faced kindergartener. 

His heart was broken. 

But as he stared across the aisle, the only thing he could think of was Stacy. 

How fucking dare she show up. 

After the blow-up during the baby shower, Stacy had kept her distance, far away from the Jensens and her mother.  When Stephanie had told her about the cancer, she didn’t seem to even bat an eyelash.  And when the chemo started, she only seemed to dig her heels further into the mud, resisting to make up with her. 

He was shocked to see her with her husband and children, acting like the distressed daughter.  And here he was, the grief-stricken widow, abandoned just as their love was truly starting. 

But he wasn’t going to be the one to call her out. 

His mother and sister were on either side of him, Stephanie holding her own daughter, while his mom held his son, and he held his daughter, who didn’t necessarily seem to understand why mommy was ‘still sleeping’ and that she wouldn’t wake up.  His dad delivered the eulogy in his stead, as his own voice had long since been gone from the hoarse screaming just days ago. 

“Jake, sweetie, you need to get up…”

“I don’t need to do anything, mom…”

“Your children need you, Jake…”

“Briana is at school, and-“

“Your sister is not that baby boy’s mother.  You and I both know she’s got her own child to take care of,” his own mother scolded.  When Jake shot her a look from his bed she sighed, her own feelings melting into sadness for her son, and the loss of a good friend.  She crawled into the bed and wrapped her arms around her son.  He cried in his mother’s arms, feeling the vulnerability that he’d hidden away for months slip to the surface, “I-I’m sorry sweetie.”

“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted tearfully, “Clay-he-he had me tested, and I couldn’t pass the evaluation to get back in the field…I-I’m broken mom.  None of this matters without her…”

“Maybe you should take the time to focus on your babies,” she offered, smoothing down his hair, “you know…your friend from work…he’s been stopping by every week…I know you haven’t seen him, but he’s been taking care of Alex…”

“Cougar?”

“The one with the cowboy hat,” she confirmed with a nod, “he’s a nice boy…Briana likes him…he’ll probably come by today…he said you could always talk to him.”

“How am I going to do it without her mom?” Jake asked his mother, finally looking up into her eyes, “she was my end game…she was my dream girl…I-I was the one going out and putting my life on the line every day…this-it shouldn’t have happened to her.  I-what did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie,” his mother whimpered, trying to hold back her own tears, “some things just happen in bad ways…we can’t change it…”

“But we were supposed to have so much more time,” he cried, admitting how he really felt to her, “all I’ve ever done is walk out on her.”

“That’s not true, Jake…you two have two beautiful children together…two beautiful babies that need their father….”

“But mom…”

“They’ve already lost their mother, Jacob…”

“But I don’t know where I start.  How do I do any of this?” he asked again.

“Well for starters, your friend offered to pay for a nanny,” she sighed, petting his hair, “and your boss gave him a card last time…for a therapist…”

“Mom, I-“

“Sweetie…you need to talk about your grief with someone…”

“But if I talk about it, it’s real…I-I can’t go back.”

“Oh, my sweet baby boy…far too often do we wish we could go back to the good memories…but life doesn’t move that way,” she admitted sadly to her son.  Jake shifted in his bed, and his mother go out of it, sliding to its edge.  She gently patted his hand, “now…come on and let’s get you out of bed…and showered…your friend should be here shortly…he usually comes around eleven.”

#stacys mom #soft jake jensen #jake jensen #the losers movie #the losers (2010) #the losers fanfiction #chris evans characters

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

#piss off your parents #part 8 #haikyuu #haikyuu!!! #sexy time #haikyuu smut #lostinthewiind #reader insert #reader imagine #x reader #ukai keishin #ukai #ukai x reader

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

Little collectors!

I wanted to write something about 'little' collectors who join age regression communities in the hunt to find many people to take care of. I wanted to write about this so that other involuntary and voluntary age regression people can be aware of what to stay away from, or notice the signs and be aware this might be a person you may be encountering. I do want to note not everyone who collects littles - are bad people. I do think there are people who have negative intent. However I also do believe there are some people who are also doing this as a form of 'coping.' (Sort of like how people with shopping addictions shop to decrease feelings of anxiety. Its not healthy, its harmful... But if people don't address it, they keep up this pattern. This is also a common unhealthy coping strategy seen in ptsd and other disorders.) However with this in mind I want to also say it's a negative coping strategy. Because it hurts people who are age regressing for both voluntary (therapy) reasons but also involuntary reasons. It also treats age aggressors like 'toys'. And we aren't toys. We are people. And a lot of us age regress for a variety of reasons. But you can add to wounds if you aren't being careful. One of the other struggles that happens with little collectors that I've seen is often times there is a point to where burn out happens. Because they take on so much responsibility, it becomes too much and eventually it bursts. When burn out happens too things like communication breaks down, favouritism happens, and often times too 'drama' comes out of it. I've also sadly seen the aftermath of this and little collectors not taking ownership to there mistakes and would rather blame the age regressors who are typically closing the door on this person. _________________________________________________ Firstly; What is a little collector? A little collector imo is something who seeks out many "littles" to take care of, and make little time for anything else in there life. It's very unhealthy for the littles involve but its also unhealthy for the collector as they will eventually burn out and as mentioned above there are struggles that can happen. Including but also not limited too communication break downs, drama and people not understanding serious mental health issues. (OSDD, DID, BPD disorders where involuntary age regression occurs.) This cycle of burn outs can also become unhealthy quickly unless the 'collecting' is address them. If not, then these cycles will keep going and going, and they will keep blaming littles who do leave. This is why I call it a cycle. ________________________________________________ An example of a little collect: Someone who has 3-4 (or more) littles at once. They might structure there day around each little. They might collect littles in different time zones so they can cope with being alone. For this example. Care giver is PST, So they wake up at 7am, there time for Person A, Because person A is in the east coast (ETS) they are just getting ready for there shift. Caregiver will log on and wish them a good morning, ask them what they are doing, etc. When person A finally goes to work, The care giver will then go back to sleep with an alarm so they can wake up and greet there next "little" (Person B). This can keep going all day long. (The care giver may even alter there sleep schedule so they can keep up with there littles/smols too if they are over seas. This is why it's also unhealthy.) They may constantly need or want to be used as a 'care giver' rather then be talked to like your peer. I.e. they might ask you to only speak to them in "little" speak. They won't talk to you about big topics and will only talk to you if you tell them about a game they deem is litte-ish. (Its super infantializing) This does more harm then good. ________________________________________ ** Please note, if someone replies to server (discord) In channels that are set up for roles like "baby sitter" and you see someone pop in with that role. Don't assume they are a little

collector. Because they might not be, and they could just be in that head space. However if you notice REPEATS of the same person constantly popping in and be like 'whats up little one' I'd be very... wary. If you are unsure someone is a little collector OR you feel fishy about someone doing this and you've noticed this pattern of behaviour and your on a server on sites/apps like discord, please DM a mod. Mods might not be able to act quickly if its just a suspicion, and there's no proof. But it helps the team know who to keep an eye on. But also please use your block button on your end. Your discomfort is telling you something.** (please note this post isn't meant to create fear or push people into accusing others of stuff. I just want folks to be safe and be aware.) _________________________________________ Signs someone is/could be a little collector: -Has more littles/smols then they can reasonable take care of. (Think of crazy cat lady from Simpsons.) -They spend little time with there own partner / smol. - They are constantly busy talking to others and are unable to spend time with you. (there partner or even other smalls) -They talk about how being a care giver is a 'rewarding' job. (I.e. they humble brag about it.) -They ignore your boundaries and blur lines. (This includes if they are meant to be platonic they move outside of this zone. They try to push into being your partner, confess they love you, etc.) -They compare you to other smols/littles they take care of. -They make you feel like you're not enough/not meeting their needs. Thus they need more. Example "When your at work, I get bored and I go into care giver space. :( I need more littles to take care of." -They use loneliness as a weapon. -They make you feel "better" then the other age regressor they take care of. I.e. "Your so independent and you create so little drama, its so refreshing." -They only pop up when you are in smol/little space. -They won't talk to you unless you use little/smol speak. (I.e. baby talk) -They push you towards things you don't do when you are regressed but they LIKE. (I.e. "It be so cute if you got a paci!" after expressed disinterest in pacifiers.) -They encourage you to go into smol/little space when its not appropriate/ outside of your comfort zone. (meaning work/school/homework/chores/hanging out with family/friends...) -They attempt to trigger you into involuntary age regression, by bringing up your trauma or triggers. Because they *need* to take care of someone/something. -They make you feel ignored and only give you *attention* after you point it out / you feel like you need to constantly point out you feel like your being ignored. -They become disinterested in you as a friend if you are age regressing less frequently. __________________________________________________ This isn't all of the signs, however these are some of the ones I could think of at the top of my head. & help from a server I'm on. <3 I feel like some of these signs also are signs someone is/could be abusive. So I realise there is a overlap however these are also signs i've seen with people who 'collect'. _________________________________________________ Editing notes: I use term little/smol interchangable a lot. I have discomfort with the term 'little' myself. I prefer the term smol or age regressor. However for this I try using more terms people are more comfortable with. Also sorry for the typos. <3

#scribbles #long text post #sorry for the novel #reblogs off #please feel free to screencap and re-publish but i'm no longer in the agereg community #there for i turned off reblogs

[hops-hunny]

Hello?

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Request: N/A

Summary: Neville and (Y/n) get high together often.

Warnings: drugs( weed lmao), swearing, making out

A/N: This was based on the specific lyric below from Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. Pothead confident Neville is my favorite headcanon dfregfefe. I also felt like writing for Neville bc after reading a lot of @lxngbottom​‘s fics I was DEEPLY inspired.

“Are you into me, like I'm into you?

Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?

You're so close, and yet so far

I wonder how you look when you're in the dark”

The Weasley siblings all found themselves in absolute bliss when their parents told them they were going on a getaway. Apparently Arthur had learned about muggle spas and thought it’d be a lovely idea to take his wife to one for a much needed vacation after many years she had been caring for her children (and sometimes their guess) without barely any breaks. The gaggle of gingers all found it to be quite a wonderful idea too, but for other reasons. Although they had varying reasons of why they were excited for their parents to leave the house, Ron’s being wanting to invite over the other ⅔ members of the Golden Trio, Ginny wanting to wear that skirt that her mum always told her was ‘just a tad too short, dear’, and lastly Fred & George wanting to try out new and exciting inventions there was that one thing that tied them all together: wanting to get blazed out of their fucking minds. 

However, as quickly as that mischievous glint formed in all their eyes, their mother said something they all dreaded.

“Oh and by the way, we’re leaving Percy in charge!”

A collective groan was shared as the boy in question held a proud and cocky smirk that once again, he was the most trusted out of his siblings. However as per usual, Fred and George were not giving up that easily.

“What are we going to do?! You know Percy will rat on us!” Ron whispered yelled at the other three through gritted teeth. They all sat around the quaint little living room, distressed at what to do. Ron had already sent a text (is that what they were called? He wasn’t used to the muggle technology (Y/n) had got them all to use) to both Hermione and Harry telling them to pack their bags. He’d never live it down!

“Oh relax dear brother of mine! Me and Freddie here suspected something like this would happen so we came prepared. Right Fred?” George said with a smirk as he looked to his twin to the right of him. George nodded before pulling out an envelope.

“Exhibit A also known as ‘Blackmail dear Percival Into Leaving the House for the Summer.” he grin grew wider as he opened the envelope pulling out the photos. In the photos, Percy was shirtless during a party in the gryffindor common room. He had a half drunk bottle of fire whiskey in one hand and a blunt in his other which was held to his lips. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if dear ol’ mum and pop anonymously got pictures of their golden boy doing such awful acts?” he cooed, feigning a voice of disappointment.

“While you two idiots may not be helpful for jack shit else, leave it up to you to have a plan to get into trouble.” Ginny said rolling her eyes, a small smile forming on her face. “Well I guess that’s settled then. I’ll hit up (Y/n), Ron you hit up Nev and tell him to bring the loud. Lots of it too!”

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That’s how they all ended up where they are currently. ‘Exhibit A’ was more than enough to get Percy packing his bags and leaving for a friends house after their parents had left. And of course, Hermione, Harry, (Y/n), and Neville had all shown up at the Burrow bright and as happy as ever. 

Although many people dealt around Hogwarts, Neville’s weed was always the best. He grew custom strains which were infused with other magical plants that had all sorts of properties. You wanted it to taste and smell like cheesecake? Done. Something odorless that packed a mean punch? Also done. He took good care of his product and went through the precautions to make sure it was not only safe but also that he didn’t get caught. He wasn’t always an avid weed smoker though. Originally, a friend had suggested it to him to help with his anxiety which had increased over the years but eventually it became less of an anxiety reducer and more of a favorite pastime. And hell, it left him with a pretty fucking nice amount of galleons in his pocket. It was also how he had met her.

He looked up at her form as she sat across the shed, looking as radiant as ever. She was laughing at something but he didn't know what over the sound of the music. One of his favorite things about her was how beautiful the whiteness of her smile was in comparison to her rich brown skin. It drove him absolutely nuts. It had only been a few weeks since he last saw her but as usual there was something new about her appearance.

He let his eyes wander over the work of art that was (Y/n). Her hair was different, her usual shoulder length black box braids had been swapped our for a beautiful set of honey blonde faux locs that stopped at her waist. In addition to her septum, she now had a nose ring on the left side of her nose and- was that a smiley piercing? Her skin was glowing vibrantly under the different hues of gold of LED lights that corresponded with the music. His eyes shifted down to her chest. 'Hm, she finally got the other one pierced' he noted due to the fact that her crochet bikini top left only the best bits of her breast to the imagination. And then he got to his favorite part. Her legs. Her supple, plush, smooth as glass legs. This wasn’t the first time he had stared at them longer than needed. He couldn’t help it, they were so fucking thick. And, were those his shorts? She must've stolen them from him last smoke sesh. He didn't mind though, she pulled off those denim shorts well and they hugged her in all the right fucking places.

“Bloody hell Nev, what’s taking you so long to roll the joint? Are you already that gone?” Ron groaned as he threw his head back. Neville looked down at the half rolled blunt in his hands, continuing to lick and roll it skillfully.

“Shut up Ron, just hit the fucking bong and leave Neville alone. Ol’ dramatic ass.” there was that honeysuckle voice he loved. God he could listen to her talk for fucking hours. I mean he had before. Her voice was sweet in the center and rough around the edges, a thick american accent still prominent in her voice. He smiled at that, looking up at her to find her already looking at him. As he continued to roll, he licked a fat strip on the wrap before shooting her a wink. 

“Thank you, petal.” he murmured quietly knowing she hadn’t heard as he looked back down at his hands finishing up. He grabbed the same lighter that he carried with him everywhere before lighting the end. As he was about to take a hit, a certain pair of gloss coated lips leaned over his shoulders taking a hit as she wrapped her arms around his upper half. 

Ron groaned again in irritation. “I hate it when you get the first hit! You always leave that damn sticky shit all over the blunt.” as he glared at the girl. She giggled before crawling off the wraparound couch taking her place next to brunette ruffling his long shaggy hair. He had been growing it out recently for no particular reason (definitely not the girl to his right).

“Ron you always buggin on something, nigga shut the fuck up! That’s why when you hit the blunt you leave it wet. Ol’ soppy mouth nigga I swear to god. Share with Mione.” she retorted as she leaned into Neville’s side looking up at him. He smiled down at her before wrapping his arm around her bringing her impossibly close. They both loved each other's touch when they were high. Whenever he’d touch her in one spot, (Y/n) always felt it in another- especially between her legs. She leaned up, kissing his freckled cheek with a smile. “Hey sir, how’s my favorite doing today?” she questioned as he bent down, placing a kiss right below her ear. 

“You know I’m always content when you’re next to me, flower. You don’t even have to question it.” he whispered in her ear before pulling back. She felt her face heat up as she rolled her eyes shoving him lightly. She crawled in his lap, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He instinctively moved one to her waist, stroking the smooth exposed sepia skin that was there for his enjoyment.

“You always talking some mess, Nev. Why don’t you do something bout it?” she said, motioning for him to hold the blunt up to her lips. He ignored her, looking into her eyes as he took a fat rip. He removed his hand from her waist, gripping her cheeks with it, rings digging into her skin. He leaned impossibly close as he shot gunned the smoke into her mouth. His lips hovered impossibly close to hers. ‘Finally’ she found herself thinking as she closed her eyes. However, the feeling of his soft pink lips never hit hers and she opened her eyes to find him smirking at her.

“And ruin this little game we have? Never.” He said, finally passing the blunt to her. If he had to be honest with himself, he was scared shitless. He was afraid if he actually did make that final move, jumped that final obstacle that she would be gone from his life. Sure, they made out all the time. It was normal for the two of them to get quite handsy with each other during smoke sessions but he found not even that being enough. He didn’t just wanna have his hands on her when he was high or wasted out of his fucking mind, he wanted her all the time. He wanted to sneak into each other's dorms and cuddle till wee hours of the morning. To carry her things to class for her. He wanted to live, breathe, and sleep (Y/n). But, is that what she wanted? He never knew. 

She sighed softly to herself, contemplating. It was very apparent to her that Neville wanted her just as badly as he wanted her. So, why had he never jumped the gun? Did he not want more? Was he really content with this little cat and mouse game they had? He couldn’t be, she knew who he was at heart which was a romantic just as she was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the familiar beat of Hello? by Clairo ft Reji Snow. She smirked at him, leaning her forehead against his as she began to grind softly on his lap.

“Are you into me? Like I’m into you. Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you?” she sung to him softly, her (e/c) eyes meeting his hazel ones. He moved his hands up and down her body as she continued to grind her hips down on his. He let his hands travel to her ass, gripping it firmly. She leaned back slightly as she hit the blunt before returning the favor he had earlier. “You’re so close, and yet so far. I wonder how you look when you’re in the dark.” (Y/n)  continued singing as kissed up his neck, nibbling at the junction of his jaw and neck. He took one of the hands from her ass, moving some of the locs that had fallen into her face. He quickly tossed the blunt out of her hand into the ashtray in the table in front of them before leaning in and kissing her with such strong intensity.

The honey blonde haired girl moaned softly, already putty in the boy’s hands. Neville always knew exactly what to do with his hands. Where to kiss, where to tug, where to bite. Anything but actually dealing with the problem between her legs. She tangled her hands into the back of his hair, matching his lip movement. As he continued holding her ass with one hand, he used his other to stroke her cheek gently. A stark contrast to the kiss they were in which was wet, rough, and fast. He trailed his tongue over her lip which she gladly accepted. Their tongues danced together lazily as sweat began to build up on both of them. She pulled away partly, a trail of spit connecting them.

“Take this dumb ass jacket off. It’s the middle of July.” She grumbled as she began to unzip it, leaving him in some muggle band shirt she had gotten him one year from the states. She leaned back in, continuing to move her hips to the beat of the song. Neville began to move his hips up to match her movements. “Oh? So you got moves now huh? Who taught you those?”

“Don’t play dumb petal, you know you did.” He responded before gripping at her neck with his ringed hand. She gasped softly, looking into his blood shot blown out eyes. The music, the lighting, his touch? It was all much too much to handle. Her senses were overloaded by pleasure, the jane in her system. He tightened his hand some, leaning in closer. “You’re driving me absolutely mad, darling. Do you know that? I’d do anything you asked me to.” the movement of her hips had stilled but he kept going. She could feel the imprint of his member through his pants. Suddenly it was the only thing (Y/n) could focus on.

“Them Ravenclaw girls weren’t lying then, huh? You packin like that Nev?” she said suddenly. She knew he had asked her something a second ago, but the weed was really starting to hit. Her brain was foggy and hazed, the only thing she could think about now was him. She took one of her manicured hands, trailing it down his shirt till she reached his crotch. She gripped it in her hands, eyes widening slightly. He chuckled softly, catching her attention.

“Don’t act so surprised. You know I used to get around quite a bit.” He said, moving so his tent was resting against her inner thigh.

“Used to?” she questioned, laying her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. She took in his scent sighing softly. Neville always smelled like a mix of lavenders, cologne, and that loud. She knew it from anywhere, especially when she smelled it in the amortentia they brewed during potions that one time.

“Yeah I don’t really pipe girls like I used to.” He moved his hands up, embracing her close as he kissed the top of her head. “Ever since a certain pesky little American girl started making their way into my life, she’s all I could think about.” she rolled her eyes some, punching him on the arm as he began to laugh.

“Don’t fuck around like that, that shit aint even funny.” she grumbled, pouting as she crossed her arms. “I thought you had an actual answer!”

“On god that was my actual answer, (Y/n)! You asked why and I told you why. Absolutely anyone could tell I’m mad for you.” Neville said as he uncrossed her arms, holding her small delicate hands in his large ones. He intertwined their hands, her sharp acrylic nails digging into his hands slightly. “Did you know when Keaton Willis asked you to Hogsmeade, I was so mad that I wouldn’t sell to him for 3 months?!”

“But I didn’t even go with him! Me and you went together to go get ice cream, remember?”

“So?! He still fucking asked you. I’m getting heated just thinkin’ about it.” He mumbled as he looked away from her. He pulled her closer, resting his head on the top of hers. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you dating such a loser. He’s not even a good guy and he’s always fucking short with his galleons when he buys. I have to practically hound the guy for my money. Yknow what? Fuck it.” he looked up at the brown skinned girl before holding her face in both his hands. He took in her features. Her plump lips, edges laid to perfection, face ‘beat to the gods’ as she would say. “Go out with me. Be my girl, petal. I can’t bear you not being mine for another second.” he said. She pretended to ponder for a bit before she looked back at him.

“Depends, will I get free weed? I expect free weed from dating the weed man, you know.” she said with a giggle. He rolled his eyes shaking his head.

“You already get free weed! Don’t pretend you don’t.” he said loudly, catching the others’ attention.

“What? Nev that’s not fair! You always make me pay and we’re mates! What happened to bros befo-”

“Ron you finish that and you ain’t leavin this shed with an eye, I can promise you that boy.” she whipped her head around quickly, glaring at the boy. Ron quickly shut his mouth knowing first hand that her promises were never empty. He gulped slightly before nodding, turning back to Hermione who handed him the bong muttering something about how he looked like he needed it.

“But to answer your question, Nev baby, I’d love to be your girl. Nothing would bring me greater pleasure than doing so.” (Y/n) leaned forward, leaving a lip gloss print on his cheek. 

“Well I’m glad you said yes because it would’ve been very awkward explaining to everyone tomorrow where that hickey on your neck came from.”

“Nev!”

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[oneyeartoparty]

The brothers react to finding an engagement ring you bought for them

Sorry I haven’t posted for a bit, just been very busy and a litte sick. This was something I’ve been working on for a while. Apologies in advance if its not completely spell/grammar checked, I wanted to get it out for you guys ASAP =D I have a request coming up next, but for now, please enjoy this post and have an awesome day!

Lucifer

Lucifer ventures into your room to drop off some packages from Akuzon that were delivered for you. You’d been getting a lot of packages lately, and he was curious about what you were buying but didn’t want to invade your privacy by snooping.

He was planning on asking you when you returned from studying with Satan and Simeon. Lucifer wanted to make sure his love was provided for, and if you needed something, he would get it.

Lucifer had no issue lifting the boxes, but there was enough of them that even with his best stacking skills, they still partially obscured his sight. He managed to make it to your room without knocking something off the wall, but as he entered, he nudged your shelf with the side of one of the boxes causing something to tumble down.

Placing the boxes down, he turned to see a ring box had fallen from somewhere on the shelf and opened on the way down.

Picking it up, he saw an engagement ring with a golden band with a blue sapphire at its centre. Inscribed on the band were the words “To the only demon to have my heart.”

Pride and happiness swelled in his chest in equal measure. To know you loved him enough to plan to propose was a fantastic feeling.

He didn’t know where the box had fallen from, so he hid it on the shelf once more and hoped you wouldn’t notice and left the room, awaiting the day you choose to propose and going to prepare a ring of his own for when the time came.

Mammon

Mammon has a habit of going through your things. It had started as another profit-making venture. Some human items aren’t easy to come by in the Devildom, so he figured trifling through the new human exchange student’s things would be a good way to find something to sell.

But it became a way to learn more about you. Everything you had in your room told your story, and Mammon was intent on learning everything.

It was on a day you were out shopping with Luke that he decided to go through your drawers. You’d been dating a while now, and he wanted to see what you’d picked up on your last shopping trip with Asmo so he could see figure out a gift idea. He wanted to treat you but wasn’t sure exactly what to get so he decided to snoop for ideas.

When he saw the red velvet box, he thought it was for earrings initially, but when he opened it, he saw the two topaz gems sparkle. It was an engagement ring, with an inscription that said, “To my adorable Mammon, who stole my heart the day we met.”

Mammon has stopped working.exe.

He’s flustered, completely red in the face. He so overwhelmed with happiness and love for you at that moment all he can do is stare at the ring.

When he finally regains his composure, he puts back everything as he found it. He doesn’t want to push you to propose until you’re ready, but that doesn’t stop him from being the happiest demon in the Devildom.

Leviathan

Leviathan ventured into your room to set up a new gaming console he’d gotten from Akuzon. He was looking forward to spending the night with you playing games and having fun together.

It was while he was fiddling with the cords that he spied a ring box among some of the consoles neither of you had touched in a while.

Not wanting to accidentally knock it somewhere difficult to reach, he went to move the box. Upon picking it up, he noticed it was already open, and when he saw the contents his mouth dropped open.

The engagement ring inside was a silver band with three small orange sapphires in a triangle. Its inscription read “To remind my true love I’ll always adore them.”

“THEY’RE GOING TO PROPOSE TO ME?” he didn’t mean to shout that; he was just so shocked by his discovery it was automatic. You’re not only dating him, but you like him so much you want to MARRY him?

Tears welled up in his eyes. You genuinely loved him enough to want to propose. It was a scenario he’d only dreamt of, but it was real. For a moment he wondered if he’d isekaied into another world where all his dreams would come true. Still unsure if this was real, Levi sat on your bed and waited for your return.

When you returned to your room, you were immediately smothered in a hug by an equally nervous and ecstatic Leviathan, saying a scattering of “Yes” and “Do you really mean it?”

Satan

While Satan would usually head to the House of Lamentations library or search his room for his next book to read, sometimes he would head to your room and pick from your book selection.

He loved keeping up with the latest additions to your book collection and with many of your books coming from the human world, there was almost always something new for him to read there.

It was while you were cooking dinner that he made his way to your room to return some books and borrow more. After placing back the stack he had in his hands, he scanned the shelves until he had chosen a few.

Retrieving the first few was uneventful, but when he pulled out the final book and small box fell with it.

He internally panicked when it happened as he thought it was something breakable, but when he saw it was a small ring box, he grew confused.

Curiosity taking over, he picked up and opened the box. Inside was a stunning engagement ring, made of silver with four emeralds. Its inscription read “For my loving Satan. May we can spend eternity reading together.”

A smile graced his face when he realised when he was holding. To know you truly wanted him and only him made him swell with joy.

He placed the box back in its place, forgetting the books he’d come to collect as he headed back to his room, grin still present and plans to do something for you in turn already forming in his mind.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was out shopping when he found the ring you’d bought for him. He’d skipped school to go shopping and had wanted you to come, but you were roped into doing school council tasks for Lucifer before he could slip you out.

He wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste though, and he’d been checking out all the new outfits and accessories that had been released since his last visit. He was having a great time and made sure to buy anything he thought would suit you best too.

He had finished buying a new pair of earrings when he was stopped by one of the demon clerks. They said your order was ready, and since their courier was sick, asked if he could take it for you.

Agreeing, they handed him the box and he made his way from the store. He couldn’t glean much about its content other than it was small, perhaps a pair of earrings or a necklace. You’d mentioned wanting to update some of your older jewellery pieces after all.

Wondering what you’d had custom made, he pulled the box from its bag and opened it, nearly jumped for joy when he was the engagement ring within.

He loved the design. The gold band fit perfectly with the five argyle diamonds that were grouped to resemble the outline of a star. And the inscription that read “Never forget I love all of you”.

Slipping the box safely into his pocket, Asmodeus rushed home and began to start pulling together wedding ideas for you two to discuss.

Beelzebub

The nose of a hungry Beelzebub is the most dangerous thing any piece of food can encounter, as anything that nose picks up will soon be eaten. That was the fate of a pile of snacks you’d stowed away in your room, hoping to keep your food-loving boyfriend from eating them.

He lifted your pillow and spied the food hidden there. His attention consumed by it, he began devouring everything in sight, and soon there was nothing edible left.

He noticed it when he was picking up the wrappers. A box stuck between your bed and bedside table. His thoughts immediately shot to it being the final snack that he’d almost missed, so he reached for it.

The box didn’t resemble any food brand he’d ever seen, but this didn’t deter Beel from opening it to check.

The engagement ring withing had a silver band and featured a large ruby surrounded by five smaller ones. It was custom made, evident by it appearing large enough to fit on Beel’s finger and the inscription that stated, “I look forward to snacking eternally with you”.

A happy smile graced his face and red flushed his cheeks. His heartfelt wish of marrying you was going to come true, and he was happy.

He put the box back where he found it and left your room, taking the wrappers from his snack massacre with him.

While he doesn’t tell you what he found, you do notice him smile at you a lot more, especially when he thought you weren’t looking.

Belphegor

With his favourite pillow in the wash, Belphegor was on the prowl for another pillow to use until his original was returned.

Naturally, with you learning magic with Solomon at Purgatory Hall a pillow from your room was a natural choice. You had an excellent mind when choosing the most comfortable pillows and the ones from your room always reminded you of him when you couldn’t be there to nap with him.

He pulled a pillow from the stack and went to make himself comfortable on your bed. He planned on napping until you returned, so napping in your room was the best place.

However, when Belphegor placed his head on the pillow there was a solid lump that made it impossible to get comfortable.

Zipping open the pillow he retrieved a ring box. Opening it he saw, to his immediate joy, an engagement ring.

The ring had several small purple crystals on a gold band. Inscribed on the band were the words “I look forward to snuggling forever with you”.

He wasn’t sure why you though a pillow was the best hiding place, maybe it was because you had such a huge variety of pillows and his brothers accidentally find it there? Regardless he’s please you loved him enough to want to propose.

Stuffing the box back into the pillow, he puts the pillow back and gets another, returning to your bed to nap with a smile on his face.

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[band--psycho]

Raymond Smith Smut-Not So Calm And Collected

Written for @hotdamnhunnam writing challenge! Congratulations again on reaching such a huge milestone, you deserve it all and more! Just a fic based around these three prompts: 

Intense Possessive/Jealousy

Extreme Dom/Sub

Punishment/Pain

(If this is not you thing, then please don’t read below the cut ) Hope you all enjoy 💖

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Raymond was normally very controlled when it came to his emotions, he rarely let anything bother him and if it did, he was quick to put a lid on his emotions but the sight before him...that was something that made his blood boil.

He couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed rhythmically to the beat of the music, all of the men were looking at her with a predatory look in their eye, each one eager to try and capture her. None of them would usually bother him, but there was a particularly ballsy young man, probably around his mid twenties, who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, they wandered up and down Y/n/ns waist as she grinded against him. And that’s when Ray felt it. A feeling that he’d only ever heard of. Jealously. Yes you heard right. The calm, cool and collected Raymond Smith was jealous of a twenty something year old. It should’ve been him that she was grinding against on that dance floor, it should be him who had his hands all over her while whispering all kinds of dirty things in her ear. It should have been him. He’d had feelings for her for so long but then work got in the way and the two drifted apart...he didn’t even know she was coming to the party tonight until she walked through the door wearing a glamorously tight fitted black dress, that showed off all of her curves in all the right ways. 

Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol he had, maybe it was the way his blood was boiling as he watched the scene continue between Y/n/n and the other guy, maybe it was the months of built up feelings and emotions that Y/n/n caused him to feel. Or maybe it was a mixture of every single one of those things. But before his mind got a chance to process what his body was doing he was making his way to the dance floor. His eyes locked on Y/n/ns. 

“Hey Ray,” she drawled, glancing over at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the younger guy; he small yet delicate fingers caressed the man's cheeks and Ray couldn’t help but remember how soft her hands were, how they always seemed to wash away all the shit that had happened in the day. Ray didn’t say anything, instead he simply grabbed the hand that was caressing the man's cheeks and began pulling her away from the crowded dance floor. All eyes were on them, but Ray didn’t care. He needed Y/n/n, more than he needed anything else in the world. Luckily enough Mickey and Roz were there to settle down the people that had a problem and within a few seconds the party had returned to normal. Y/n/n surprisingly hadn’t uttered a single word since he’d grabbed her nor did she try to pull away from his grip, in fact it was almost like she let him do what he did...the cogs started to work in Rays mind as he calmly but quickly made his way to his hotel room, maybe she wanted this as badly as he did...maybe she missed him as much as he missed her. He opened the door, his hand still grabbed tightly around hers as he pulled her into the room, shutting the door with a loud slam before locking it. 

“What the fuck was that?” Ray seethed, his glasses fogging up slightly in pure rage, thinking back to what she had been doing on that dance floor.

“What did it look like I was doing,” Y/n/n began in a sing song like voice as she sat down on the silken sheet double bed “I was dancing,” she continued with a small smirk on her face, a smirk that she knew damn well would her Ray riled up.

“You were acting like a fucking slut!” He snapped, the anger in his voice evident as he took off his fogging glasses and under the top button of his shirt in an attempt to cool down, physically not metaphorically. 

“Why do you care?” The y/c/h female asked, rising from the bed and slowly making her way over to Ray who was still near the door. 

“I’m not yours,” she whispered, her heels adding some extra height onto her so they were now at eye level. 

“And,” she began, leaning closer into him, enough so that she could feel his erection growing in his trousers, “I can do...whatever...the fuck..I like,” in between those brief pauses of her words she placed a delicate, open mouthed kiss down his neck, before pulling away with a triumphant look in her eyes and a victorious smile on her face. As she went to unlock the door something inside Ray snapped. He grabbed her tightly, turning her around and pinning her against the wall.

“You’re mine,” Ray growled lowly, placing his lips onto hers in a rough and quick kiss. The action instantly causing Y/n/ns most intimate areas to tingle in excitement. 

“You’ve always been mine,” he reminded, pressing his body into hers so she could feel just how hard he was for her, something which Y/n/n greatly appreciated, only adding to her already building arousal.

“And you will always be mine,” and with that he moved his hands from her wrists to her face, one hand cupping her cheek, the other wrapping around her neck, holding her in place as she desperately tried to kiss him, craving the touch of his lips on hers.

“Such a needy little slut,” Ray whispered just inches away from her lips.

“Say it, say what you are,” he ordered, lightly adding pressure to her neck in a brief squeeze.

“I’m..I’m a needy..needy little..slut,” Y/n/n choked out, revelling in the pleasure that all of this was giving her. 

“You know what happens next, don’t you, sweetheart?” Ray asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to answer, but all she did was nod, a crimson colour filling her cheeks as she did so.

“No, no, no, that’s not happening. You’re gonna tell me what happens next, you wanted to play this game,” he started, moving his hand slightly so he could suck some of the exposed flesh on her skin, causing Y/n/n to moan out in pure pleasure, not being able to hold back as his teeth bit down on her skin, “don’t be brat just because you’re losing,” he whispered against her ear, his hand returning to wrap around her neck, his thumb tracing over the purple bruises he’d left there, acting as reminder of who she belonged to. 

“I...I get punished…” she stuttered out, doubting that she’d be able to keep herself from falling over the edge before Ray was happy with the punishment.

“Yes you do, the question is, how many spanks is it going to take?” He questioned, releasing his grip on her throat, before taking off his waistcoat, folding it away neatly and standing by the edge of the bed. Of course the question was rhetorical, he didn’t want a number, he wanted a specific answer.

“How ever many you think I need to have, Sir,” Y/n/n answered, earning a somewhat satisfied smile from Ray as he beckoned her over to him with a knowing look. Without any words having to be exchanged Y/n/n kicked off her heels and made her way to the centre of the bed, her dress barely covering her butt cheeks. Ray let out a small chuckle as he caressed her butt cheek, both loving and hating the fact that she decided not to wear any panties tonight. The contact of his hand on her bare flesh is electric, and that’s just from one, soft, delicate touch, Y/n/n had no idea how she was going to get through any of this without exploding, and Ray knew. Teasingly, his fingers moved down, to her aching pussy, without any warning he ran his index finger down her slit, another moan escaping past Y/n/ns lips as he did so trying ever so hard not to fall over that edge.

“A needy little cunt for a needy little slut,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger and moving it back up to her butt, drawing soft soothing circles on her sensitive skin, just as Y/n/n began to hope that she’d gotten away with it all, she felt a sharp tingling pain spread across the cheeks of her butt. “After that litte stunt you just pulled,” Ray started, using his free hand to grab some of her hair, pulling her back so she was leaning against him, “your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red and when I’m done with you, you’re not gonna be able to sit down for a week,” he growled animalistically into her neck as he pushed her back down into her original position. And that’s when it started, the relentless assault on her butt cheeks, the stinging sensation causing both pain and pleasure as each cheek shook slightly with the harsh contract of Ray's hand. She tried so desperately hard to count them all, but in the end she lost track, drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure that he was causing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally decided to stop but when he did she felt like her butt was red raw, it was stinging from the amount of impact it had on it but the pain only added to Y/n/ns almost overflowing pleasure. In one swift movement, Ray flipped her round, the cool feeling of the sheets soothing her butt slightly. He loved seeing her like this, helpless and overwhelmed with pleasure. He made quick work of ripping the flimsy dress off of Y/n/n before quickly disregarding his own clothes, placing them neatly along with his waistcoat. The bed dipped slightly, making Y/n/n briefly snap back to reality as she watched Ray position himself between her legs. She was desperate for him. And he knew it. “I own you,” he muttered, lowly as delicately placed his hands on her exposed chest, tracing his finger over her breast, pinching her already hardened nipples slightly coaxing another moan from Y/n//ns lips; after a few seconds his fingers were replaced by his lips, sucking the sensitive flesh of one breast decorating it in a an array of hickies, his other hand still teasing her other breast; whispering the same words again “I own you.” And then he switched, giving the other breast ample attention too. Y/n/n just wanted to fall over the edge, but she knew she couldn’t, if she did now, it would lead to another punishment and as much as Y/n/n loved punishment, she didn’t want another one. She wanted...no she needed Raymonds cock. His lips worked their way down to her abdomen, his lustful eyes locking onto hers as he stopped just above where she craved him the most. The tickle from his beard on her sensitive skin only adding to her pleasure.

“Tell me what you want,” Ray ordered, his thumb teasingly tapping away at her clit in a slow rhythm.

“You...need...need you,” Y/n/n moaned out, bucking her hips, desperate for more contact. But her answer simply got a shake of Raymond’s head.

“You’ve forgotten all the rules haven’t you,” Ray said a devilish smirk playing on his features, as he lowered his head down so it was infront of her soaking pussy. 

“You’re such a needy little slut you’ve forgotten one of the main rules,” as he said those words he slowly connected his mouth to her clit, running his tongue slowly across her aching bud. In amidst all the overwhelming pleasure and desire Y/n/n was feeling she knew what he wanted, she just needed to somehow find the words in her almost blank mind. 

“Please sir...please...I need you...I need you so badly..please sir..please,” she moaned out, her hands desperately wanting to pull his hair and pull him closer towards her, but she knew at the current moment that was not a good idea, so instead she grabbed hold of the duvet, her hands turning into first around them.

“That’s better,” Ray praised, placing one final kiss on her clit before kneeling upright aligning himself with her aching entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside of her allowing her to get used to his huge length again; as soon as the guttural moans left her lips he showed no restraint, rapidly pounding in and out of her, hitting her g-spot every. Single. Time. She released the duvet from her grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, as if reading her mind Ray placed his hands on her wrist, pinning her down, denying her what she wanted, as he continued to hit that right spot repeatedly. There was no word to describe the pure bliss Y/n/n as her orgasm began to build. She couldn’t think. She could barely move. All she could do was lay on the bed and enjoy every single moment with Ray. She knew he was close too, his rapid thrusts grew even more frantic and the groan that escaped his lips as he chased his real ease was like serotonin for Y/n/n. 

“Sir...I..I,” Y/n/n moaned out as she began to fall over the edge, falling deep into the pleasure that had been building for so long. 

“Me too, sweetheart,” Ray groaned out, reaching his own release as soon as he felt the walls of Y/n/s pussy clench around him. He slowly fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust making it more and more intense. When he was sure she’d finished, he pulled out of her and rolled onto the other side of the bed, bringing her into embrace. His arm protectively wrapped around her as he admired the bold purple bruises on her neck. Neither one of them had to say anything, they knew from this point on, they belonged to each other. They would discuss it all in the morning of course, Raymond already had an idea of what to order for her for breakfast, but now, neither of them could string together a proper sentence. Y/n/n simply snuggled into his chest and  Ray quietly whispered the word “mine” before they both closed their eyes, smiles on both of their faces as they drifted off to sleep.

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[babysizedfics]

Back at it again with a couple more HC prompts, which imma just dump in one, and you can pick which ones you want. Puddles with the kiddos, family baking sessions when both are regressed, Ro wanting attention whilst Logan is reading, so climbing all over his book, how their reactions to new stuffies differ, regressed versus non-regressed birthdays.... Etc... 👍

okokokokok buckle up everyone

Puddles:

this is the only one where i have to be like .. i don't think so :0 see virgil can get very nervous when it rains because he's so anxious about 'is it gonna storm? will there be thunder? will we be hit by lightning? will there be a flood? what if one of us slips and hurts our head??' that he just cannot relax enough to be able to jump around in puddles because 'WHAT IF I SLIP IM GONNA DIE' and the wetness on his skin sets off the wrong sensory feelings so jumping in muddy puddles is a no for him (as much as he loves peppa pig)

and roman is a fussy little thing, he may not care as much for his appearance when he's small but i think he will still be conscious enough to notice if he gets wet hair and muddy clothes - plus i feel like roman's mood is quite tied to the weather, on dark days he tends to fee a little more gloomy, ao again not sure about this especially if he wouldn't have his baby brother there with him

Baking:

OH BOY so roman is a great cook okay? like chef level he has honed his skills so that he can make romantic meals for handsome princes, but baking? nu uh, too technical, he ain't got time for that. Patton is the baker of the house and makes cookies and cupcakes way too often for Logan's liking (but secretly he loves them of course, he's just concerned for everybody's teeths) but both CGs will cook dinner when the boys are little

When the boys are regressed they're not allowed much in the kitchen anymore. after roman tried to make breakfast in bed for his CGs and started a very small but very real fire he has lost some kitchen rights (ficlet coming to you at some point perhaps) and is not allowed in the kitchen without at least one CG. even if he can switch so quickly between headspaces, he ends up either 1) too stubborn to come out of little space, or 2) a kittle bit clumsy when he comes out of it

but to make up for roman being upset by this slight loss of independence (he is a big kid after all) patton and he do weekly baking sessions! and there's always a theme. most recently they had animal crossing themed cupcakes, a little mermaid themed jello (not technically baking but roman wanted to but little fish gummies in the jelly), and... the next one is a secret because i might put it in chapter 7 (: in fact chapter 7 will feature the first instance of this tradition!!

virgil has pyrophobia (fear of fire) and so is never keen to be in the kitchen while there's food preparation going on (but he was allowed to help with the under the sea jello!!) so roman and pattons baking sessions are an excuse for mama and baby bonding time! the tradition didn't start until after virgil's separation anxiety from patton had eased up a little so luckily there's barely any tears

mama baby bonding time consists of but is not limited to: sitting on mama's lap, doing puzzles together, (vee trying to suck on a puzzle piece and crying when he's told not to), mama reading baby books to vee, vee touching all the textures and flaps in the baby books, snuggles

Ro wanting attention while Lo is reading:

this is 1000% canon!! later in the series logan will often be at work in his room and have the boys with him because patton is busy with something or another. they realise they really do need to keep working for thomas' sake but manage to integrate the boys' littlespaces into it. Eg. logan dangling baby plastic keys from one hand to amuse girgil while he's typing with the other

but when it's quiet time, when patton is in virgil's room because the baby is having a nap and papa wants to watch over him, when roman hasn't been little because he's been working or simply not in the mood earlier that day, when logan is just chilling, just reading a stephen hawking book in the living room, when he's literally just vibing, roman can and will launch himself into logan's lap sending the book flying and logan isn't allowed to tell him off because 'I'm little now! i want attention now!! hi mom!!!!'

New stuffies:

AHHHHHHHHH this this this is so so cute!!

roman never used to care much for soft toys before okay? before he was ever a little sure he appreciated disney action figures (he used them to block out scenes he wrote for theatre productions and screenplays and fanfiction) sure he always had a soft spot for Mrs Fluffybottom his childhood toy, but she always just sat on a shelf, he never fet the need to cuddle her or play with her

but when he realises he's little, when he starts playing with vee, when he sees how much vee cares about his soft animals, when patton and logan buy him a present to welcome him to the littlespace family and it's a golden teddy bear (soon to be named Aladdin) with big brown beady eyes and a satin crimson bow around its neck? yeah big kids love stuffies too

and now whenever roman is gifted a new toy (soft or otherwise) he essentially gets the zoomies!!! his brain is going a million miles a minute with all the game possibilities and with the excitement of NEW PRESENT!!! and with the happiness that his caregivers thought about him and he's been a good enough boy to deserve gifts?? yeah he's so so so excited he canNOT stand still he runs around the house for a whole hour flinging his new toy around (yeah he's a bit rough with them and there's been more than one torn limp or loose eye but he doesn't care it just shows how much they're loved!)

Now virgil: this boy is very very very emotionally attached to his stuffies. when he was a "dark side" he couldn't have much soft stuff because it just went against everything the household stood for and he couldn't risk the others finding out about how not-scary he really was, but he allowed himself a single stuffed rabbit that was easy to hide and that he loved with all of his being. it was his security blanket and his one item that could offer him comfort in a oanic attack and his only posession that he felt was true to him and not true to the scary facade he put up to scare thomas and the "light sides" into listening to him

without spoiling anything, that bunny was left in that house when he moved to the "light sides"

and in his new home virgil started collecting soft toys whenever he needed comfort. everytime he felt unwanted, every time he had an anxiety attack, everytime there was a thunderstorm predicted for the next week he would get himself a new soft toy because that was the only way he knew to comfort himself. needless to say he's got a pretty big collection now. you might think he became desensitized to new toys because of how many times he had gotten himself a new one, and you might be partly right.

that is until for the first time ever he is given a stuffie by someone else... when logan buys him a soft toy in apology for accidentally revealing his regression to everyone ((yes i am writing this fic!))

it wasn't really logan's fault, virgil should have been more aware he should have been more careful he should have hidden it all better but the logical side was guilt-ridden nonetheless. virgil hadn't expected much to be honest, the sincere apology was enough for him

but when logan blushed and shyly opened a box and handed him a black cat stuffie? virgil had to fight very very hard not to outright sob on the spot. he simply took it, thanked logan shakily, and prayed that logan didn't point out the fact that tears were falling onto the fluff of his new stuffed friend Jiji

now whenever he gets a new toy it's different than before - it's not because he's upset and needs comfort, it happens less often now but it's more special, it could be for a holiday or as a way of saying he's been very sweet or just because patton simply couldn't resist this one because look at its cute lil eyes! but each and everytime he knows when he is handed a new toy by one of his family members it really means 'i love you'

and he buries his face in its softness - it used to be to hide his tears, but now he just can't help but squeeze it tight and close and let the feeling of love wash over him

Birthdays:

yknow that episode of steven universe where steven wears a regal cape and a golden crown? yeah that's roman whether he's little or not

seriously this kid is very much the 'it's my birthweek!' type

lots of singing, lots of 'but i'm the birthday boy!!' to try to get thtings he really shouldn't be getting (like a third cookie) (and yes patton caves every single time) (patton is eventually banned from making decisions on romans behalf during his "birthweek")

there's not much difference at all between little romans birthday and big romans birthday, he's just an excitable boy whether he's a kiddo or not - this may or may not make the caregivers question whether maybe he actually was a little before virgil's regression was revealed

(irrelevant but patton definitely makes the pun 'you're a little? a little what? finish your sentences silly billy!')

virgil hates his birthday. hates it.

too much attention, too many things that could go wrong, too much pressure on it being a good day. what if his anxiety is bad that day? what if he doesn't want everyone watching him open presents? what if he's genuinely terrified that people think walking towards him with a big grin, singing at him, and carrying a cakeful of literal fire is a somehow a fun activity??

when he first moved into the house he made it very clear that he does not have a birthday so don't even try to throw him a party

naturally roman and patton were devastated, but after a failed attempt at getting virgil to enjoy his birthday they obeyed logan's request that they not try to push the idea on virgil any further

but the first birthday after they become a little family, it's a bit different

they don't push it, not at first, but virgil does wake up to patton already in his room and cooing at him adoringly , immediately sending him into his regressed headspace

then he's given a new soft toy. that wasn't so bad

then roman let him choose what disney film they watched. that wasnt bad either

then logan cuddled him for an hour and they might have fallen asleep together not noticing the smell of vanilla coming from the kitchen

then there was a new paci, a new rattle, another new soft toy, and cake cut up into tiny squares so he could nibble on it with his fingers

there was no loud singing no big surprises no bright lights or fire or anything else that he hated about birthdays

there was only love and toys and comfort. so virgil really didn't mind birthdays much after that

#wowie wow wow wow that was a lot i hope this is ok?? #long post #all caps #food tw #pyrophobia tw #little/big concepts #agere virgil #little virgil #little roman #cg logan #cg patton #asks #anon #agedre roman

[kisilinramblings]

Tikki : So... paid vacations were established to allow workers to...

(Jump to...)

Marinette (sleeping on her desk) : ...Rest and play video games...

*Wakes up at the end of her history test. She looks for her test sheet which is sticked to her cheek*

Marinette : Oof! It was only in my dream. I filled it. For real. 

*She hands over her paper*

Marinette : Now, all I have left to do are Kitty Section t-shirts, study for my English classes and color...

Max : It’s for my new video game. 

Marinette : Video game~ *shakes head* Color the poster.

Lila : I would love to test your video game, Max, but Prince Ali made me promise to participate to his charity cruise on the Seine aboard of his yacht. Sorry!

Max : Kim, would you like to test the best of fighting games? 100% created by your best friend!

Marinette : A fighting game he created himself~ ARGH!! What’s happening to me?!

Kim : I’m sure I would beat you hands down, but I have to go to the swimming pool. Ondine is waiting me there.

Max : Alix! Say, do you want to test my game? There are more than 50 characters and you can collect their equipment!

Marinette : 50~ Equipment~ ARGH!!! No, no, no, no!

*Marinette leaves*

Alix : I totally can’t. I have a roller competition on Sunday. If I don’t train, I won’t at my top.

---

Adrien : Sorry. Your game sounds great, but I have fencing lessons, follow up by my chinese class and finally a photoshoot. 

---

Nathaniel : A fighting game with old akumatized villains? (To Marc) Wanna try?

Marc : But we have a meeting with the publisher next week and we have a lot of pages unfinished...

---

Rose : We would love finding the bugs of your game, but Marinette is making us try our costumes.

Max : Marinette! The best player of all the entire class! We won the Ultimate Mecha Strike together. It’s impossible she would say...

(Jump to) 

Marinette : NO!!

Max : But I didn’t ask you anything yet.

Marinette : And I absolutely don’t want to hear anything! Because I could not say no! I must resist to the temptation! I have too much to do today! A poster of t-shirts for Jagged Stone!.. Er I mean of Kitty-shirt to color! Er I mean... ARGH!! *facedesks*

*Max is confused*

Chloé : What Dupain-Cheng tries to tell you with her ridiculous made up excuse is she doesn’t want to play to your stupid video game. Morevover, no one wants to because everybody has a more interesting life than you. Even Marinette. That is to say.

Marinette : No, it’s not a fake excuse. I really have a Jagged Stone to color for Kitty... er I mean a poster Section... Draw a Jagged... *looks at the time* I’m late!

---

Max : Markov! Finally someone I can count on! 

Markov : Sorry, I’m connected online with the AIs of the entire world. We are trying to solve the climate change problem. 

Max : But... I need you to test my new game.

Markov : Impossible. In order to optimize the result, I have uninstall all the recreational goal oriented activities from my program. 

---

Hawkmoth : Oh! So sad. All the friends of that boy have so serious, so interesting things to do while I like to play. And unlike them, I have all my time. Fly my litte Akuma and evilize him. 

---

Hawkmoth : Glad to see you again, Gamer 2.0. Our last game left me a little taste of unachieved business. How about a second match? I can give your game a whole new dimension. One thing is left unchanged however. All I ask is a little trophy in exchange. 

Max : Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous. Game on!

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 3 #miraculous ladybug spoilers #ml spoilers #gamer 2.0

[shirtlesssammy]

8x14: Trial and Error

Then:

Sam and Dean finally have a home.

Now:

Kevin Tran is living the dream on “Fizzle’s Folly” (omg). He’s working hard translating half the (demon?) tablet, drinking coffee, and frying up hot dogs, day after day after day...the boy isn’t doing so well. 

One day, he looks at his board of clues and exclaims, “Holy Crap!” He promptly gets a nose bleed and passes out. 

At the bunker, Dean is busy placing his new room in order: New Zep album, guns on the wall, and photo of Mary on the desk. Sam stops by to scoff at Dean’s enthusiasm for a real room. Dean’s too busy loving his new memory foam bed to care. 

Later Sam is digging through books in the library (yeah, you say this isn’t a home but you’re already hooked, Sammy). Dean brings him food wearing just a henley (Nesting looks so good on Dean). Then Sam starts to be crappy about Dean cooking (and YOUNG MAN, who cooked for you your whole fucking life?).

Before Dean can take a bite into his amazing burger, he gets a cryptic call from Kevin. 

They get to the houseboat to find a very sick Kevin. He figured out how to close the gates of hell! Germaphobe Dean gives Kevin a big hug and then Kevin breaks down what has to happen.

It’s a spell said in Enochian after completing three trials. 

The first trial: Kill a Hell Hound and bathe in its blood. Dean is pumped! He sets out to get goofer dust and better food for Kevin. Sam is tasked on finding someone who has a demon deal coming due. 

Sam takes a moment to tell Kevin to take better care of himself. “Saving the world? It’s a marathon, not a sprint.” Kevin knows that if they close the gates of Hell, he can get his life back. He wants this over asap. 

Dean comes back and essentially tells Kevin to do the opposite of what Sam just said. Sam tells Dean about the Cassity family and their weird luck 10 years ago. Dean’s game! 

Shoshone, Idaho

The boys arrive at the Cassity estate. They find the farm caretaker, Ellie, and she mistakes them for potential employees so they roll with it. They then meet Carl, the husband of one of the adult children in the family. After two seconds of interacting with the brothers he thinks they should be hired. Ellie reluctantly agrees and shows them their quarters. Then they get to do their “crap work” and by that, Dean finds out, she means actually cleaning horse stalls. 

They witness a fight between Eliie and Alice, Carl’s wife. She’s frustrated with the exchange and doesn’t pay mind to Dean’s casual flirting. 

It’s all to figure out who has a hellhound on their ass and both brothers assume it’s Alice.

That night over dinner, Alice and Carl hear the howl of a dog in the distance. 

Alice decides to go check on the horses. The brothers follow. 

Back at the dinner table, Carl gets a visit from a hungry invisible hound. Whelp.

Later, Sam tries to ask some questions at the investigation but doesn’t get far. They learn that all the Cassitys will be flying in soon. The brothers think that Carl had to have been the one to sign the deal and now he’s dead. Dean suggests they get out of there now that they didn’t get the hellhound. 

Sam heads to the stables where he runs into Alice. He asks if she’s ok, and she says she’s fine. 

She knows she should feel bad because she loved Carl, she just doesn’t remember why. This sets off alarm bells for Sam so he asks more questions. She grew up with Carl, but didn’t really see him until a Valentine’s Day party ten years prior. 

Sam meets up with Dean in their quarters. Dean wants to summon a cross-roads demon. Uh, dude, slow your roll. Sam tells Dean about his exchange with Alice, and how it seems that he sold his soul for her, not the family oil. A demon made multiple deals with this one family 10 years ago. 

The rest of the family arrive. There’s Noah Cassity, 71, worth a billion and just married wife no. 5. Then there’s Cindy, the middle child after Alice. She’s an alcoholic washed up country singer. Finally there’s Margie. She ran away 10 years ago and lives in Paris. 

Ellie needs help now that the family is all there. Dean tasks Sam with waiting on them and Ellie gives Dean grill duty. She’s very impressed with his meat handling. 

*Horrible Family Dinner Alert*

The family sits down for dinner. Sam serves wine (but not enough for Cindy). 

Or maybe too much, because she reveals that Margie and Carl slept together before Alice and Carl were together. 

Alice tries to remember the last time they had dinner together. It was a long time ago. Their father had invited a traveling salesman to join them. Charming, English, and named Crowley. Upon hearing that, Sam’s brain breaks.

Sam drops the news on Dean and they both worry about Crowley dropping in on their hellhound killing mission. Kevin calls with a new bit of timely trivia. The only way to see a hellhound is to either be damned or through an object scorched by holy fire. Dean nabs two pairs of protective eyewear to douse with holy oil. 

The Cassitys continues to be The Worst. Noah and Margie head out with shotguns (and a little too much booze in the system) to kill themselves a wolf. This can only end well. Sam catches up with the bad idea gang and offers to join their posse - mostly to keep them from getting killed. 

Ellie saunters outside, looking awfully fine. She clearly thinks the same of Dean by the way she’s giving him the look-over. 

“I think you’re really hot,” she tells him. “You wanna go to my room and...have sex?” Like, YES? Dean’s brain basically stops working for a moment before he turns her down. He asks for a rain check and her face settles into something more serious and almost sad. “This is one night only.” Ouch, man. Ouch.

Sam’s crew has made it into the woods (super plan) where they start to get followed by the blurry handheld camera-de-hellhound. Sam peels off, tracking an odd sound, and ends up face-to-face with Noah. Margie’s off on her own. Cue the screaming and the blood! And now we’re down another family member since the hellhound has hauled Margie off to the pit.

Back in the house, Dean and Sam drop the pretense. The dead members of the family Cassity all sold their souls to a demon and hellhounds are using them as chew toys. They handcuff the family to the furniture (so they don’t freak out and hurt themselves), seal up the house with graveyard dirt, and head out to stalk the hound. That’s...one way to do it. 

Dean orders Sam to stay safe in the house with the family while he goes out and does hero work. Sam calls him on his bullshit and Dean tells Sam that the trials are going to end in the death of one of them. “Or worse.” And if someone’s gotta go, it sure as hell’s gonna be Dean. Sam sees a way out but Dean - poor, fatalistic Dean - thinks he might as well go out in a blaze of glory. “I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a Man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get.” Oh, Dean. Always trying to feed up Sammy. A true parent!

Dean stalks the farm with his Clark Kent glasses and heads to the barn. There’s light and music playing and it calls Dean in like a siren song. 

The Cassitys continue to break down. They suspect that Margie made the deal that made them rich. 

Meanwhile, Dean walks in on Ellie drunk and dancing to “I touch myself.” She prowls into Dean’s space and Dean goes full-on awkward on her, telling her to stay inside no matter what she hears. “There’s something evil out there.”

“I know,” she says. She’s waiting for the hellhound to arrive and collect on HER deal. Oof.

Sam heads to the window and sees the hellhound prowling through the yard. At the same moment, Alice freaks out and breaks out of the house to run to her car, leaving Sam no choice but to race after her. The hound growls nearby and Sam shoos her back inside.

Ellie spills the details to Dean. She met Crowley that same night he made a deal with Margie. Ellie sold her soul to heal her mom from Parkinson’s and send her to a happy retirement. When Dean berates her, she asks him what he would have done if it was HIS mom. The same damn thing, his face says.

Dean also learns that Crowley never told Ellie that her ticket was up in 10 years, or that she’d be torn asunder by beasts. The beast howls and Ellie starts to hallucinate Dean’s face going all demon-horror. Dean pours out the last of the graveyard dust into a circle and orders Ellie inside. He heads out to face the hellhound. 

In the rest of the barn, the horses are all SUPER quiet considering there’s an apex supernatural predator prowling around. Dean puts on his glasses (HAWT) and starts tracking the hound. He offers up some quips to the unappreciative beast and then is knocked aside and sliced across the ribs by the hound. It approaches him, ready to rip him apart, when Sam shoots at it. The hound scampers, Sam grabs the knife, and slices himself a fresh hellhound in the heat of the moment. 

He’s doused with black gooey hellhound blood. Well. That went perfectly to plan!

They plan to create a hex bag for Ellie and tell her to run and hide from Crowley. Dean grabs some of the blood from Sam’s clothes and tries to do the first spell. It’s a total bust. 

Sam tells Dean that he’s planning on doing the trials. And then he drops a truly wonderful, cathartic speech. “I want to slam Hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here. Family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't – I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it.” SAM!!! What a good speech. He also tells Dean that he’s more than a grunt - he’s a genius hunter. Awwww, Sam - what a good brother! He asks Dean to BELIEVE in him.

Dean hands the spell over, a little resigned. What a MOMENT! Sam does the spell and it works instantly. Sam’s arm lights up with power and he grunts at the pain of it. And then he collects himself. “I’m okay,” he tells Dean. Oh Sam bby.

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You Look Like Clark Quotes in Those Glasses:

Memory foam. It remembers me!

I'm nesting, okay?

This whole saving the world thing? It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

Did you know that there are like 6,000 kinds of tomatoes.

I do like a man who can handle his meat.

You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius.

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[haunt-the-stars]

Ornaments

Written for Batfam Christmas Stocking 2018 for @starknjarvis27 ‘s prompts “A seemingly normal holiday activity accidentally makes someone sad, someone else comforts them.” & “Jason’s first Christmas back at the manor”

Fandom: Batman (Comics)

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain (mentioned), Dick Grayson (mentioned), Tim Drake (mentioned), Damian Wayne (mentioned)

Category: Gen

Relationships: Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Every once in a while, Bruce wondered what it was like to have five mostly-grown children in a normal-sized house. Usually, he immediately wished he didn’t wonder about it, because the idea was terrifying. His family not being able to spread out to their own spaces...it would be awful for everyone except perhaps Dick. Even he sometimes retreated for a few hours, and Bruce would find him under a heavy blanket, headphones in, happily shutting the world out.

It was one of those times, when everyone was shutting the world out in their own way. As of this morning, all five of his kids were under his roof, and they would be having Christmas Eve dinner all together in about nine hours. Then Christmas Eve patrol, when Nightwing wore colorful string lights and Red Robin wore a Santa hat and Orphan’s humming of Christmas songs was constant on the comms. But for now, in anticipation of spending so much time together and so much energy trying not to kill each other, they were taking a few hours for themselves.

Bruce checked on Cassandra first, found her curled up with a tablet in the library watching what he had to assume was the holiday baking show she’d been watching so much lately. It’s relaxing, she’d told him. Ace sat on her feet, tail thumping against the chair. Cass waved at Bruce, not bothering to take her headphones out, then signed, “Do you need help?” Bruce shook his head, smiled, and waved back before quietly shutting the door and moving on.

Damian was harder to find, but Bruce eventually discovered him perched on a window seat in the study, fast asleep, sketchbook and a handful of pencils in his lap. Bruce smiled at the sketch of the large tree that stood outside the window. Damian had captured the falling snow, and seemed to have started adding a small bird with a tiny scarf before he fell asleep. Bruce gently moved the book and pencils to a table and replaced them with a blanket over Damian, hoping the chill from the window wouldn’t freeze him.

Dick was next, and Bruce didn’t even have to walk far into his bedroom before he heard the shower running and Dick’s voice drifting out of the bathroom with the steam. Bruce listened for a few seconds, thinking wistfully to himself how nice it would be if he actually remembered how to play the piano so he could share in Dick’s love of music. Damian had just started letting Dick teach him how to play the guitar, and Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t just the tiniest bit jealous of yet another connection they had that didn’t involve him.

He moved on down the hall to Tim’s room, and got another auditory confirmation of wellbeing in the form of Tim’s bright giggles, and then a, “It’s definitely just ‘moose,’ Bart.” A pause, then, “Well, house rhymes with mouse but it’s houses, not hice, right?” and then, “Kon, shut up,” and then more laughter, which made Bruce’s heart warm. He ignored the fact that the giggles were probably due to Tim’s obvious crush on Superboy, because to acknowledge it would be to acknowledge that yet another son of his had a thing for men who could bench press him. He had lost enough sleep over Dick, and Tim had his own contingency plans. Probably.

Bruce considered stopping his rounds there to avoid agitating his most volatile child. He had seen him just an hour or two ago, and it was unlikely that anything life-shattering had happened in the meantime. But a worried little drive always seemed to win over in situations like this. He couldn’t relax until each bird was accounted for, and after spending so long not getting to check on Jason, it was a privilege he never wanted to pass up. Especially today, given the circumstances.

All five birds in his nest for Christmas...for the first time.

True, each year had brought them a little closer to it, with Jason first sneaking in during the night to drop some mania-driven notes and presents, then the next year coming for an awkward visit during breakfast, and finally this year, a hesitant maybe to Alfred’s invitation. Truthfully, Bruce didn’t think he would come. His visits were slightly more frequent than they used to be, slightly more peaceful, and Bruce knew that he and Dick had a standing monthly dinner date, that he and Tim were steadfast video game partners, and that he genuinely seemed to like Cass and Damian. But when it came to Bruce, everything was still a battle.

He was sort of hoping for a Christmas miracle come dinner time tonight, that maybe they’d get through a whole twenty-four hours without conflict.

The room that had unofficially become Jason’s was empty, as was his childhood bedroom -- expected, since Jason usually wanted nothing to do with it. Bruce would have checked the library next, but he had been in there to see Cass and Jason wasn’t with her. Alfred was unaccompanied in the kitchen, putting a sheet of sugar cookies into the oven, and reported that he hadn’t seen Jason any more recently than Bruce had.

Beginning to worry, Bruce was about to make his way back to the study to check down in the cave when he heard the faintest of sniffles.

Oh no.

He stepped silently backwards until he could pinpoint the noise that was coming from the sitting room. It was quiet, but unmistakably Jason. Bruce could pick out the sound of any of his kids’ tears from a mile away, even if some of them were more apt to let him hear than others. He had to come up with a game plan, though. Dick and Cassandra both liked to be held when they were upset, while Damian usually calmed down with verbal reassurances and Tim was content to have someone sit with him and listen.

When Jason was young, he used to like Bruce to sit and listen to him too. But sometimes when he looked at his son now, it was like looking at a stranger. So different in the ways he talked and moved and felt that Bruce didn’t know how to take care of him, didn’t know how to love him anymore.

But he had to try.

Bruce came around the corner into the sitting room to see Jason sitting, legs crossed, face buried in his hands, under the Christmas tree. There were at least twenty Christmas trees in Wayne Manor, most of them in the front entryway and the ballroom, but those were decorated with big, plain, shining balls. The eight-foot beast in the sitting room was for all the ornaments each of his children had collected over the years, from the very first little elephant he’d given a nine-year-old Dick to Damian’s new tiny tray of teacups. Jason, despite his huge and intimidating stature, looked small beneath it.

“Jason.”

Jason started, lifted his head, and groaned. His voice was brittle and his face was red. “How much would it cost for you to go away?”

“I’m a billionaire.”

Jason huffed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve, and Bruce stepped further into the room, doing his best to look open and non-threatening. Open palms. Loose arms. Just like Cassandra taught him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope,” Jason said. Bruce shrugged, and sat down next to him, keeping just a bit of distance between their shoulders. Letting Jason come to him.

Praying Jason came to him.

“It’s not fair,” came Jason’s pitiful whisper after nearly a minute.

Bruce resisted the urge to turn and face him, hoping he’d feel more comfortable this way. “No, it’s not.”

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

“It’s probably not fair.”

A startled, choked half-laugh came from Jason, and then a hand was in front of Bruce’s face, uncurling to reveal an ornament. One of the first ornaments he gave Jason, in the shape of a tire.

It had seemed funny at the time.

“I was thirteen, when you got me this,” Jason says, and Bruce nods patiently. “And that was seven years ago. I’m twenty.”

Bruce had a bit of a feeling he knew where this was going, but he nodded again. “Yes, you are.”

“I’ve only been...a-alive, and...sane, for...sixteen years, total.”

Now Bruce did look over, saw Jason shudder and another tear slip down his cheek. “I missed so much. I missed getting my license, and my prom, and my graduation and birthdays and I’m here fucking crying because I missed getting some stupid fucking ornaments.”

Bruce felt his heart sink. “Jay…”

He had nothing else to say. Jason’s lip quivered and his breathing stuttered, tears coming in a slow trickle as he collapsed forward into his hands again. “I’m not twenty yet, Bruce. I can’t be twenty. I can’t be twenty when I was never sixteen or seventeen or--”

“Shh.” Carefully, Bruce laid a hand on his son’s back and rubbed up and down his spine. He wasn’t sure how well a hug would be received yet. But maybe this could be a compromise. “You don’t have to be twenty. You can be sixteen if you want.”

“I can’t be s-sixteen.”

“Why can’t you?”

Jason looked up at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t be younger than Tim.”

That was another thing about Jason. No matter the circumstance, no matter if they were sitting on the floor and Jason was crying, there was no one that could ever make him laugh more.

For a few seconds, Bruce felt horror crawl up his spine as he let out the most inappropriate, uncontrollable laugh he had in years. A rare “bat-guffaw,” as Dick would call it. Jason stared, wide-eyed, shocked into breathing steady again.

And then he laughed too.

Bruce hadn’t really heard Jason laugh since he came back with an adult voice. He’d heard him cackle, heard him mock him, but never laugh earnestly like a child being tickled.

His new laugh was nice. Low and loud and bubbling up through his tears as they both dissolved back into giggles every time they looked at each other. A little bit hysterical. But that suited him, Bruce supposed.

When they finally calmed down, Jason scrubbed at his eyes again, sniffling. “I’m a fucking mess.”

“You should wash your face. I’d...like to take you somewhere, before dinner.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Where?”

“The mall, maybe? Somewhere with a Christmas store. I think...I think we have some ornament shopping to catch up on.”

Please be the right thing to say.

Jason grinned.

--

They picked out five ornaments, in the end. A motorcycle, a little stack of books, the Gotham skyline, a tiny pair of combat boots, and a pair of comedy and tragedy masks.

It wasn’t until they were checking out that Bruce noticed Jason had added a small bat to the pile.

Maybe this would be the first of a new kind of Christmas.

#bcs2018 #batfamchristmasstocking2018 #My writing #batfamily #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfam fanfiction

[coe-lilium]

Hey Lilium! Thanks for your answer, it was really informative! I’ve got myself a litte tablet atm which is really working for me. I meant to ask about character design too- what advice could you give on that?

I’m glad it was helpful! 

Here’s my experience with chara des then, bearing in mind that I’ve yet to finalize a single original charades and all I’ve done till now are redesigns, which -for me, at least?- are a lot easier since they give you a guideline, even if just to say “I’m doing the opposite”. 

1. Find a main theme for the project/piece

2. Research-research-research  

3. Bear in mind that you’re creating/altering something for you to like 

4, bonus. once you’re done, consider the audience you’ll show -or not- your work to.     

1. the main theme/idea for all my redesigns is “I love Fate, but I also love history and die a little every time a Fate design has nothing to do with the character period/culture/history. I wonder what they’ll look like with accurate clothes?”. I’m still running with it, but it needed some adjustments along the way. 

The very first attempt, Martha, was as historically accurate I could manage, which… wasn’t a lot. “low class jewish woman of the 1st century aC” was a little too specific and google gave me little to work on and I had to resort to religious depictions. I’m still happy with her, but now I can see that in my wish to make her as historically plausible as possible I ended up with a design too accurate, to the point of being, well, bland. Bland and sticking out like a sore thumb if put next to any other Fate character. If and when I’ll revamp her, I’ll add details and be careful to include something to convey her personality.  

So, 1:1 with history was out, next best thing I had was mixing history and the “Fate”/anime aesthetic. Not for every character, mind (Nitocris looks quite fine in clothes taken straight out of a Egyptian parietal painting), but now that I’ve tried, I’ve settled down for “how they’ll look like with evident historical and cultural inspirations?”, which is what I’ve done for Boudica, Jeanne and Bradamante, what I’ll keep doing for the next pieces and also for the original Servants I’m planning. 

Speaking of originals Servants, since I’m having troubles explaining things in general, I’ll use one of them as an example for the next point.

*under the cut for length*

2. Let’s say I want to design another lady from the Orlando Innamorato/Furioso, Marfisa, as a potential Servant. 

As a first step I collect info from the source material. 

She’s of noble origins, mixed race, “pagan”/muslim (it’s complicated), possibly either north African or Arabian, queen of 7 countries by the time she’s 18, devout, proud, brave, honourable and incredibly skilled as a warrior, has no magic aids or objects but win on sheer ability alone. Twin of Ruggiero (Brad’s fiancee), friend of Astolfo and Bradamante. Had an armor she cared a lot for and went to great lengths to get back when it got stolen. 

(me being me, I also went to academia.edu, found articles/PhD on her and read them to better understand the character, but there’s few chara I’m willing to research to this length for a redesign).  

Considering Servants are summoned at their peaks, physically I’ll have her look in her late teens/early twenties, brown skin and with a hijab (which will require some research by itself).  

Onto deciding the clothes/armor now: 

- the “official” time period of her life should be that of historical Charlemagne rule and life, but the works in which she features have no claims of historicity whatsoever and were published in 1483 and 1516.

- comes from the same material as the Paladins and thus should -imo- looks like she somehow belongs with them even if she’s in their enemy camp and from a different culture. 

- as they are now, the Paladins common (?) aesthetic seems to be, sorry can’t contain the snark, “random fantasy isekai reject”, with Astolfo being the best designed by miles and Charles looking fine in his alt armored skin, the rest being a disaster. This point has the highest chance not to get contemplated in the final design bc I loathe it. Being less snarky, the few positive design details point to their inspiration being rooted more in 1500 than 800 AC fashion, so I’ll keep that in mind. 

So, she’s got no reason to being accurate with a single period (or culture) but could should instead integrate bits from many places and eras. Influences from easily accessible media is welcome, both to mirror the Paladins LN influences and bc the og poems were incredibly successful and printed in spades and read in courts and less noble houses alike. 

Now that I have my guidelines it’s finally time to hunt for visual references. 

Looking for historical islamic countries armor is a obligatory step bc I personally have no idea how they looked like and if I find how they were assembled and what colors were used it will be helpful to build my own ver and know how things attach. The period and place doesn’t count, I simply go for what I like more and think this particular chara would wear. Your mileage my vary, but for me history is always the first step to start from, bc if you use only popular media or artistic depictions there’s the chance to make mistakes easily corrected when looking at how the real stuff worked and also to get more… repetitive?

Then I look for how the character’s being depicted before in art of all periods. In this case all I found was a white lady in european armor, completely useless, but usually there’s a lot more and for other characters this “spot” is where I spend most of my researching time after the historical one. 

Then I look for… video games with historical settings that fit my criteria (remember, popular media). Find something I like and keep digging into a particular game and -if lucky enough- in the deviantart pages of the artists responsible for that or that other design.                            

After I’ve collected a lot of different refs I go here on tumblr or on DA or in dedicated sites to find nice palettes and after I’ve got different options for these as well, rejoice!, research time is finally over!

Now’s time to mix all the influences and draw :D

3. Not a lot to say here, just that if you’re not working under commission then you’re doing this for fun and mostly for yourself, so put in the things you like. You like implausible fantasy/jrpg/videogame/cartoon aesthetic more than IRL/ historical aesthetic? Dang, go for it. 

My mindset got a lot better when I embraced the fact I wasn’t redesigning these characters to “make them objectively better”, there was no “mission”: I was doing this to please myself and my own tastes, and that was enough.  

 4. For example, I know I could cover all the Fate ladies in armor for no other reason than I like ladies in armor and find at least neutral reactions on this blog or my DA page, but you’ll never see me post my works in the fgo reddit, even those I’m more proud of, because I know that subreddit and I have no intention to submit myself to a river of mocking, accuses of puritanism and muh censorship!!. 

I suppose this suggestion’s useless if you want to always widen your audience and/or are looking for employment in the field and need all the recognition you can get, but as I have no intention of doing either I get to decide where to show my stuff and to avoid places where it’s likely the reactions will make me feel miserable. No one needs that noise in their life for a hobby, fuck that.          

Last but not for relevance, as a cautionary tale? Spite/anger at something can be one hell of a motivation to start working, but it’s not enough to let you finish a project unless you start enjoy what you’re creating down the road. 

In case of og chara it shouldn’t be any spite, but as soon as you get tired of your work, stop, put it on hiatus and go concentrate on something else. We’re doing this because it makes us happy, it’s no good to let it drag and become a chore.

#paragon-arthur #answer #drawing tips #??? #i guess?? #man i've never taken classes on this take with massive grain of salt bc it's only how i work

[superemeralds]

my sonic characters: a masterpost

I’ll add more whenever i get new info on characters and so on sakjsak

I used to have more but i gave some of them away so i dont feel like i should mention them here (even if those designs are not in use anymore)

[edit 4/20/2019 (haha) added nexus and links to character tags]

1) Saph the hedgehog

This is Saph. He’s a 18/19 year old disaster gay trans boy.

I change his shoe design literally every single time i draw him. :)

I’ll go in depth about his past later.

Saph is pretty much all over the place and forgets to be considerate of other peoples feelings sometimes. He might come off as very egoistic of self centered, but he does actually care in his own kind of way (even when its. kinda bad bc he gives off wrong signals sometimes and ends up hurting people hes close to)

He’s looked up to Sonic ever since he was small and he collects all of the Sonic comics and video games. His dream is to meet Sonic and win against him in a fight.

Shadow is his big idol in many things so he tries to be edgy sometimes or act tough but he fails miserably most of the time and makes a fool of himself; which he doesn’t really mind because he can take a lot of things with humour (sometimes too much). He also uses white eye liner to imitate shadows marks, and he dyes some parts of his fur white to make the marks he already has extend to look more like shadows.

Shadow was the person that taught him how to control his chaos powers, because he’d always just weakened himself in the past, because he is super unstable. (If it wasnt for Shadow he probably would have died by now.) Shadow also was the one that told Saph to go to Tails for help with the buckles on his wrists and the rings on his ankles. They are made of a material similar to shadows rings (tails tried his best to replicate them) so they would help keep the energy in Saph balanced. Due to his strong affiliation to Chaos Energy, he could technically even turn super; but his body would be unable to hold the immense amount of energy and begin to literally burn down to ash within a few minutes.

He is very gay and in a relationship with Ezra.

He’s on T and has not yet had top op. (his bobbies smol its all muscle >:3€ )

Old pic of him and his bf as humans uwu

2) Red the hedgehog

Red is 25/26 years old and works at GUN as special agent. Sometimes he and Rouge get drunk in her club at night and joke about tearing that organization down (or maybe they are not joking)

he’s pansexual and horny 24/7. He has a girlfriend and is in an open relationship. hes polyam if you didnt guess it askdsajh

he’s blind in the right eye and has a tattoo of a star on his chest

(here’s his gijinka because i just. hes hot. he used to be the one character that had like 30 fangirls on deviantart and each of them would comment “nosebleed” every time i uploaded)

ANYWAYS

Saph and Red. They are brothers.

*WARNING: abusive parents, transphobia, homophobia, violence

When red was a young lad and Saph was still a baby their father snapped and beat Red up with an iron bar, making him blind on his right eye. Red took Saph and ran away from home.(Their mother died at saphs birth)

They lived and still live in a city a litte farther off Empire City.

Red decided to go to an orphanage because he could not possibly take care of an infant. (granted his dad couldnt either but it seemed the best possible solution)

They lived in the orphanage for a few years, but saph very soon showed sighns of being trans and got bullied by the other kids. they would call him gay and tr*nny and kick him until he fell silent to endure his “punishment”.

Red couldn’t take it and decided to run away with Saph again. They lived on the street for a while, but Red was caught by GUN for stealing. Once they found out he had a form of chaos powers (even if weak) they decided to let him slide and hire him as Special Agent.

Red accepted this and uses the money he ears to make sure Saph has a good life. This kinda spoiled Saph a little, but he also deserved it lets be real here.

Red made sure to enable saph to get education (which he totally refuses to acknowledge and take seriously) and physical transition.

*WARNING END*

3) Ellectra “Ellie” the tenrec

[ pardon me being inconsequent with the design omg ]

Ellie is a 20 year old functional asexual demiromantic lesbian who is not interested in dumb boys and would rather talk about science with a pretty girl.

She can manipulate electricity and is called “Daughter of Zeus” by the townsfolk in her home island called Coral Island, which is located near the windsmil isles in Apotos.

She studies archeology and gaia mythology/ancient history, which makes it very convenient that she lives nearby an actual gaia temple. (She wants to be like lara croft one day)

At the 2005 black arms invasion her mother got heavily wounded when she tried to protect the town from the aliens and died from the aftermath.

Ever since then Ellie hates Shadow with a burning passion and holds him responsible, because she believed the government propaganda (provided by GUN ofc) that Shadow is One Of The Aliens. If she was ever to meet him she would be FURIOUS and ready to murder (she knows he cant die though).

She tried not to focus too much on that and just. do her cool ancient stuff.

Here are her parents Chion and... the mother i had still not found a good name for.

5) Chion the tenrec

This gentleman is 40+ years old and proud father of Ellie.

Hes also a het ace.

Chion is greek for snow (as far as google translate goes) and he was named that bc of his white nose lmao. its like a snowflake on his black body.

He doesn’t have any elemental powers, but he is naturally very strong and will punch anyone who comes close to his family. He can also use swords and is a skilled swordsman.

He inherited an olive farm from his family and he does keep it going. He makes his money selling olive products he does make himself.

6) Athena the hedgehog

Athena was the daughter of the “major” of the island that the family lived on (coral island), so she was expected to become the new major once he had to retire.

Due to the location of the island and the geographical landmarks on it, many raiders (and also eggman) have great interest in the ruins and mythological places. Athena is not one to give in easily and defended her people and the island from many intruders.

She possessed a less particular (than Ellie), but still fierce power of lightning manipulation. Having used her powers excessively, she sustained severe damage to her arms which showed as lighting shaped scars. She showed them with pride, because they meant she had fought hard to get where she was now.

She was bisexual and married to a tenrec called Chion. She was a year older than him.

The rings Ellie wears on her wrists were her mom’s.

7) Frost the snow leopard

Frost is a 15 year old demiboy who really just wants to have a good time. He hasnt really given his sexuality much thought.

He lives in a small village in Holoska; hes actually even met the werehog. Well he saw him. but he was too afraid to talk to him because holy shit its Sonic The Hedgehog!!!!!!!

He has ice powers!!!!

His insides are like -18°C and he cant eat anything that is hot. He has to eat cooked meals when they are room temperature, or even cooled down to fridge temperatures ( about 6°C).

He basically lives off ice cream and dry meat (if they get fancy food from the city he gets frozen pizza) He thinks of going to the UF for college, but he doesnt really know what he wants to do with his life yet so hes just having fun snowboarding.

8) Mitzu the Cheetah

Mitzu is 22 years old and owns a flower shop/chao garden combo where she takes care of chao, while taking care of flowers and breeding them. Her hydrokinesis powers are very helpful in that!

She loves nature and the outdoors and feeling the grass under her feet, so she doesn’t wear shoes/socks. Ever.

She generally is very free spirited and optimistic!

Shes a big sapphic but shes also okay w being single atm.

Her chao are like children to her and she loves the chao that get left in the garden as much as her own. (ppl leave their chao there when they cant watch over them anymore or if they go for a vacation and cant take them with them or smth)

9) Dan the red panda*

Dan is 17 years old and a big homo.

He has no special powers, except being able to eat and sleep more than the average person.

He’s from a very rich family, but his parents insisted in him finding a wife to like. pass down the heritage but he aint having none of that so his punk ass ran away from home to be his gay self and study art. 

He lives in a tree house a little off a small village in a more rural area in east UF, near station square. let the depression boy be happy...

10) Yoshi the siamese cat

Yoshi is a 20 year old enby kitty who wants to make the world a gayer place!

They are studying fashion design in hope to one day open their own fashion store for queer people! The clothes are made with body differences in mind and they also want to offer a free customization service to fit clothes to every single body type.

They don’t have any special powers as of now but i kinda want to give them a power that could be helpful with their goal Im still thinking about it ...

11) Joel “Spirit” the Husky

Spirit is fresh ripe 14 years old and Sonic the hedgehog is his big big idol. He wants to be JUST like him when he grows up.

It has come to my attention that he is basically the sonic universe Deku and I may or may not be planning to write a fanfiction for that...........

He doesn’t have any special offensive powers, but he has orange blood and he has the ability to read the Chaos Signature of anything he encounters. (called: Chaos Vision)

This means he will immediately know if a person he meets has super powers and he will also know what that power is. He can also guess the emotions of people because they are tied to the kind of chaos energy that surrounds a person.

12) Aurora the Husky

Spirit’s Sister!

Her name is Aurora and she also has Chaos Vision!

She was born blind, but she’s been able to see with her power, so that’s just what the world looks like to her: Darkness with many many colorful lights.

Over time through hard training she was able to perfect her vision and be able to distinguish between a lot of things and even see things that only have very little chaos energy in them!

13) Axel the Axolotl*

I don’t really have much info on them I made them pretty random one day bc i thought. hey. .... what if... axolotl sonic character.

14) Azul the cat

Azul is my sonicsona kinda. He was pmuch my persona b4 i was kin w shadow. 

He’s an edgelord and i guess he’s still technically me; or rather what i want to be. 

He’s already on T and has has top op and he does not crumble away under social anxiety like i do askjdsakjd.

15) ( UNKNWOWN) the Pangolin*

Similar to Axel I didn’t think much about him yet......  

he’s aroace and kinda goofy but he cares for his friends. He can roll up and do spin dashes and homing attacks like sonic, but he obviously doesnt have his super sonic speed.

16) Coal the hedgehog

Coal is one of the newest of my characters; but he’s also one of my oldest. 

You see, Coal is a revamp of a very old crappy fanchild i had back in like 2012.

for reference thats him

New Coal is 27 years old and a gay mess. He can turn into a cloud of smoke and control it at will. He is completely immune to physical attacks. try to stab/shoot him and u ded. hes coming for u.

he steals, but only from rich ppl. hes chaotic neutral tho bc he keeps that shit for himself safhsaljfha he generally just wants to chill and have his peace. 

he loves being an edge lord though he just wants that image for himself, even though he is kinda a softie... hes good at keeping up an act in dangerous situations though and that sometimes scares attackers off (also his powers)

Some gijinka doodles that make his age more justice than sonic style aksjfhaskj

17, 18, 19) The Crew On ARK

old bad art but i never really drew them, i did write about them in my fic about shadows past! (im excluding the black guy from the list because i didnt write him yet and i guess hes not really established yet since i got literally nothing on him)

from left to right

Nia, (that dude), Hikari, (gerald), Theodor

Nia is the daughter of a shamaran professor and a woman who owns a boulongerie in spagonia. She joined the ARK program in hope to make the world a more accepting place.

Hikari is is from an island near chun-nan (japan) and she also joined the program in hope to be able to help make a change for the better. she also enjoys biology and genetics a lot.

Theodor joined purely because of his joy in working on genetics and robotics that immitate life. He’s innitially from the GUN team but was assigned to work with Gerald.

20) Commander Jonathan Williams

old art again sorry sakjfhsakj. He is the father of the current GUN commander! He’s 52 and a total douchebag. He’s kinda mad with power and genuinely believes that putting shadow under pressure to become the ultimate and strongest weapon (stronger than an atomic bomb) was necessary to end the war that was going on at that time.

I cannot spoil too much on what happened to each of these people as it’s spoilers for my fanfic. 

If you want to know more, read here -> http://archiveofourown.org/works/10992156/chapters/24482199

21) Sidus “Nova” the black panther (and 22 Badass the Chao)

You see. The thing with nova is that i recycled him as human/demon character for a story sjkhfkafhsakj but he has shadow powers where he can use all shadows as portals into a shadow dimension that is entirely his own. he can travel through that but it makes him very tired. he likes to store capri suns in there and just take em out whenever he wants. He has a Chao called Badass (pictured below)

his new human/demon design is below

23) Blossom the horned Frog

She is new and I don’t have much info other than that she’s from a jungle area; perhaps in adabat.

She secrets a poisonous slime from her body; yet her spit has healing accelerating properties.

A gene defect lets her never lose her tail.

24) Nexus the demonic sheep hound

nexus is a demonic sheep hound mix?? idk i just didnt want to draw hooves aksfsakhfa

they can manipulate metal and bend it in any shape they want

however they cant make it float n shit like youd think of metal powers like magneto jsfhsakjf they can literally just. shape it like play-doh but with their mind

they wear those gold rings so when theyre in a pinch they can just make a bunch of cool knifes of a sword n be like SURPRISE BITCH IM NOT JUST PRETTY. IM PRETTY DEADLY!

#my characters #shadows logbook

[darveymficprompts]

I really would like sexy office banter with file room sex

AN: So, I'm thinking this might turn into a series of sexy file room fun moments. This is just the first part. 

Special thanks to Alex for helping with the title, to Maya for providing me with the visuals, and to Etty and Michelle who listened to me whilst I wrote this and I teased them endlessly. I hope it lives up to its hype xo

“Donna and Harvey: The Sex Files” 

Chapter 1: Filed Under...

He can hear the shuffling as soon as he walks in, taking advantage of the loud shoveling of boxes to discreetly turn the lock behind him. Waltzing further inside, Harvey lets his lips curl up when he hears her muttering under her breath, letting out an expletive or two. He turns the corner then, vibrant red immediately meeting him and he shoves his hands into his pockets, casually leaning against the shelves.

“Hey,” his voice is all honey when he speaks, tongue snaking out to wet his lips as he watches her head swivel in his direction.

She pauses her filing for just a moment to give him a disapproving look, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?” He defends quickly, his eyes alighting with an extra twinkle.

Donna shakes her head, “I know why you came down here.”

Harvey bites his lip, taking a cautious step in her direction before pausing again, “I was just worried,” he gives her a small shrug and the redhead heaves out a tired sigh.

She ceases her movements, hand holding onto a pile of stapled paper as she peeks at him from the corner of her eye. “Louis told you,” she murmurs under her breath, posing the question as a statement. 

Harvey nods slowly, his foot shuffling a few more inches, “He said you had an outburst.”

Donna lets out another sigh, “It wasn’t- listen, it was well warranted,” she gives him a dry laugh, turning to cram the pile of papers into a file that sat inside a box, shoving the cardboard container into one of the shelves with a greater force than needed.

“Listen, you know as well as I do that Louis can get grind on my nerves, but… the man looked terrified.”

Donna snorts, turning around to lean against the shelves, her arms crossing in the process, “He was just- not getting it, okay? I’ve been working my ass off for days prepping for this case-”

“I know,” he agrees softly.

“-and we all sat down and had a meeting about it, but then he had to come in with a whole new game plan, one that I didn’t sign off on, and I just- I lost it.”

Harvey looks at her solemnly for a second, watching how her nostrils flare, the vein in her forehead standing to attention as she seethes at him.

“You’re stressed,” he states simply after a moment.

“I’m pissed off, is what I am,” she scoffs, taking a manicured hand to comb through her loose waves.

Harvey takes a step closer to her then, finally within arms reach and he tentatively rests his hands on her forearms. 

“Donna,” 

His girlfriend heaves out a breath, “I’m exhausted.”

“I know,” he nods in understanding, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on her arms. A frown sets in him then, worry gnawing at him at how distressed she looked. He knew she had been dealing with a lot, moving to Chicago and moving back, but still, for her to have an outburst, it set his worries high. 

Since Mike and Rachel’s wedding over a month ago, and since they had reconciled in every way possible, things have been a whirlwind at Specter Litt. Since the firm had taken on its new name, dropping Jessica’s, it had been a non-stop grind for both managing partners. Donna wasn’t far behind either- as COO who had left the firm to go work for Jessica during her strife with Harvey, and then coming back to claim the title. The three of them stood as pillars who kept the firm afloat, working overtime and weekends as new clients came and went. The fact that Mike and Rachel had also left had added to the stress and workload.

The news had come as a surprise to everyone- the newlyweds wanted to venture off on a new journey together, and decided to leave the state to work elsewhere… in Chicago, of all places. But the biggest change to hit New York’s most infamous firm was the new romance between managing partner and COO. Despite all the recent changes in their lives, the two had stuck together, coming home every night to each other, trying to make up for wasted time. It seemed to be the only current positive in their lives- especially for Donna, who had had more than her fair share of near breakdowns in the past week, her workload and cases starting to pile and she was playing catch up.

The redhead in question shakes her head, a laugh falling from her lips as she suddenly turns around. “This is ridiculous,” she picks up another box with a half grunt, looking through more files with a rivaled focus, “I’m Donna, I sure as hell can deal with a little stress,” she points to herself in a self-assured way, continuing to shift through the files in front of her.

“Donna,” Harvey echoes in her ear, his voice an octave lower than before.

“I’m fine, Harvey,” she states, her eyes trained solely on the papers in front of her.

Her boyfriend sighs, letting his hands rest on the waist of her turquoise dress, “You need to relax, Donna,” his breath is hot behind her, gently pushing her copper hair to the side to leave a kiss on her neck.

Her hands freeze, eyes staring up in front of her, almost expecting to find a mirror just so she could scold her boyfriend through the reflection, but no such luck. 

“Harvey…” her voice is a warning, willing the steadiness to come through despite his low caresses on her waist.

“Come on Donna, you need to have a little… fun,” in a bold move, he lets his tongue snake out, tracing the small collection of freckles on her clavicle.

Donna scoffs, “I thought we had some fun this morning. Twice,” she emphasizes, her breath catching in her throat when he gently rakes his teeth against her skin.

Harvey chuckles against her, the vibrations setting her skin on fire, and honestly screw this man and his uncanny ability to get her riled up so quickly.

“So,” he shrugs, moving the right strap of her dress down to trail his lips to the newly exposed skin, “let’s have some more fun.”

Donna bites her lip when his lips take a journey up again, nipping her skin until he reaches her pulse point, sucking ever so slightly on the sensitive area.

“We… can’t, Harv-” her body tenses when he gently bites on her skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue again, “we’re at work,” she hisses, both out of annoyance and arousal, “and so help me God if you leave a mark on me again…” her threat comes out weak when she lets out a full moan, the work he’s doing on her neck making her knees buckle.

“Donna,” he pauses to press a kiss to her cheek, letting his lips to linger on her flushed skin, “you need to relax.”

“You know, you really need to stop telling me- oh- that,” her eyes close out of her own volition when he palms her breast through the material of her dress, kneading the flesh with practiced precision. 

“Donna, babe,” he uses his new pet name for her, the endearment having come naturally to him during their first few weeks together, and he knew she was pleasantly taken by it, “you’ve been… working yourself too hard…” his hands slide up and down her body, moving his head to pay attention to the other side of her neck, “let me help you,” he sucks on her skin without restraint, causing her to emit a low groan, “take the edge off.”

“Harvey…” her eyes are half closed now, and she knew she was sinking further under his ministrations, surrendering herself with every lick and suck he provided.

“Yes?” He hums against her, continuing to nip at her skin. 

“The door…”

Harvey smirks against her, stopping his teases to stand upright, turning her body around in a flash, and if it weren’t for his hands on her waist she would’ve lost her balance. She barely flinches as the box she held falls to the floor with a loud thump, an array of papers flying out.

He rakes over her form, eyes dilated and lips parted, chest slightly heaving with anticipation. Taking a step forward, his voice is all sex when he speaks, lips curled in an all-too satisfied grin, “I already locked it.” 

Before she realizes what’s happening, his lips are slanting over hers, tongue immediately sliding inside her warm wet mouth, swallowing her groan of surprise in the process. She grips onto his vest instantly, biting down on his lower lip, using her grip on him to pull him closer.

Harvey hisses in surprise at her desperation, utilizing his hand to cup her cheek, angling his head to deepen their kiss. They’re a mesh of lips and tongues, their teeth clashing every once in a while when they get just a little too needy. He feels her hands sliding down his chest, moving past his dress shirt and vest until she reaches the edge of his pants.

“Wait,” his lips part from hers in a flash, watching her forehead knitting in confusion as he cants backward, away from her touch, “Donna,” he cups both of her cheeks, using his thumb to caress her lower lip, now swollen and smeared, “this is about you,” he kisses the corner of her mouth gently, breathing her in, “let me take care of you.”

She bites her lip then, gnawing on the flesh as a fresh new wave of arousal pools in the pit of her stomach. Donna watches on baited breath as he licks his lips, chocolate eyes appearing darker under the poor light of the file room, and suddenly the air in there grew to be too thick. 

“Harvey, what-” The redhead freezes when his hand sneaks under her dress, his large hand starting a slow caress from her thigh to her waist line, and down again, beginning a torturous tease.

“I told you,” he breathes into her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth to tug gently, causing her to let out a low moan, “You need to relax,” his hand plays with the edge of her panties, and he lets his lips twitch, remembering how he had watched her put them on earlier that morning after their second impromptu round. Red. Lacy. Not enough material.

“And I,” he kisses her cheek then, watching from the corner of his eye as her own set of hazel ones close at his touches, “can help you with that.” Taking one last detour, Harvey caresses her abdomen, chuckling when he feels her muscles rippling under his touch. Not wasting anymore time, he lets his hand glide under the lace, finally meeting her heated center.

“Shit,” her head falls forward on his shoulder on reflex, screwing up her eyes as pleasure shoots straight through her.

Harvey chuckles lightly, too pleased to find her already wet and wanting. He presses another kiss to her cheek, gently gliding his fingers over her folds, careful not to touch her where she needs him to the most.

“You okay?” He whispers, his voice too smug and her nails dig into his biceps, knowingly leaving crescent marks on his skin even through his dress shirt.

“Harvey,” Donna whines, lip caught between her teeth as he continues a torturous trail down her slit.

“Just relax, babe,” he breathes into her.

“You really need to stop telling me to re- oh fuck,” her growl turns into a whine as soon as he slides two calloused fingers into her, carefully avoiding to touch her throbbing clit. 

He stills his hand as soon as he’s inside her, taking his other hand to rub soothing circles along her side, trying to coax her back into steady breaths. He waits until she stops contracting around him before he moves, curling his fingers slightly as he begins a gentle rock.

“That’s it,” he encourages her. The low timbre of his voice causes her to buck into his hands, and he lets out a throaty chuckle, ceasing his movements once more. “Easy, Donna, breathe,” he gently pulls her up from her current resting place, waiting until she’s standing upright against the line of shelves again before he starts to pump his fingers slowly, matching the slow rhythm of her breathing. 

“You good?” His left thumb caresses her waist over her dress, and she nearly loses it when she notices his gaze trained on hers, her own eyes half hooded. She realizes then he wants to see her face when she comes under his hand, the fact alone letting a low whine escape her lips.

Donna realizes he had asked her a question, and she wills the fog in her mind to clear to answer, “Yeah,” she finally breathes out, voice hoarse.

His lips curl at her confirmation, leaning forward to press gentle kisses on her neck as he continues a slow pump into her, “That’s good,” he sucks on her pulse point before pulling back, laughing low when she lets out a groan.

Her breathing grows heavier when he speeds up the pace just slightly, twitching his fingers upwards towards that sweet spot he knows makes her shudder.

 “You close, baby?” His use of the monicker makes her bite her lip, a low moan spilling out of her and all she can do is nod. He eases his fingers out slowly then, causing her to let out a long whine before pushing back into her just as tortuously. 

“Harvey,” she stares at him through the slits of her eyes, mentally cursing him for that smirk he holds on his lips.

“Does this feel good?” He exhales against her, knowing his voice was the one sure way to get her to reach full bliss.

“God, yes, just-”

“What do you need, Donna?” He presses gently, taking his thumb to hover over the hood of her clit, and he grins when he lets the phalanx graze against her sensitive area, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Deciding he had tortured her enough, he rubs his thumb against her bundle of nerves, continuing to pump his fingers into her, slowly building her up closer to her release.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well for me, Donna. Come for me.” And with one final curl into her a and flick of his thumb, she’s doubling over in ecstasy, his name a low curse on her lips as she grinds into his hand.

He makes sure to grab hold of her, his left arm around her small frame as he continues to slowly pump into her, letting her ride out the final wave as she quivers against him. When the final aftershock leaves her, he slowly eases out of her, waiting until her darkened hazel eyes meet his. 

When a lazy smile welcomes her features, he lets his own cheeks stretch into a grin, leaning forward to peck her lightly. “You okay, there?

Donna chuckles, still high from the endorphins shooting through her, “I’m- delirious.”

“You’re beautiful,” he notes, leaning in again to kiss her fully on the lips. Her heart melts at his words and she’s sinking into him again, a sigh of content leaving her when he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. Before she could deepen the kiss further, he’s pulling away, a still self-satisfied grin on his lips.

“What are you-” She watches with wide eyes as he brings his right hand up, noticing the two fingers that were inside her coated with her juices. Before he can bring them to his lips, however, that smug ass smile still adorning his face, she narrows her eyes and brings his hand to her lips.

Her eyes stay trained on his as she sucks his fingers into her mouth, grinning around them when his mouth drops open. With one final swipe of her tongue against him, she pulls his fingers out, watching in amusement as his eyes cloud over.

“That was-” he swallows back, “mean.”

Donna chuckles when he growls against her, and she stays her ground when he takes one step closer to her. 

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, hot shot?” She quirks an eyebrow at him, and he tilts his head at her, already accepting her challenge. 

“For one,” he breathes against her, pulling her plump lip between his teeth, soothing the flesh with his tongue, “get the taste I deserved.”

Taking advantage of her sudden perplexed expression, he drops down to his knees, using his hands to bunch the material of her dress around her waist.

“Harvey…” Donna swallows back, the rest of her words caught in her throat when she watches him pulling the material of her red lace aside, his asshole of a smile hovering over her.

“I told you,” he heaves out a breath, dark eyes staring up into her own, “I was going to help you relax.”

Before she can counter with a response, his mouth is on her and she’s gripping the shelves on either side, her knuckles turning white as her legs turn to jello. His mouth is warm and wet against her, utilizing his skillful tongue to map out the entire area he’s already recorded to memory. When his tongue flicks against her clit once, she reaches her hand out, pulling at his short strands to keep him in place.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out a laugh, dizzy with how good his mouth feels, the notion alone of where they were and what they were doing, and how he was buried between her legs, making her let out a giggle that quickly turns into a moan.

“What?” Harvey parts his lips from her, using his hands to caress her skin as he looks up at her expectedly, amused and bewildered all at once.

“Just-” Donna shakes her head, “I thought we had agreed no- fraternizing at work,” she lets out another girly giggle, blaming the current lack of oxygen to her brain for her lack of coherency.

Harvey shakes his head, his lips twitching at how adorable she sounded, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. “You want me to stop?”

Her eyes narrow down at him, the caresses she had on his hair ceasing, “Don’t you dare, Specter, or so help me-”

She doesn’t get to finish her threat, his mouth already resuming its place between her legs. Her lip is caught between her teeth again, gnawing on the flesh till it turned raw, as he hums against her, the vibrations lifting her higher and pummeling her closer to her second orgasm.

When his lips wrap around her, sucking with renewed vigor, she’s arching over, a soundless moan escaping her when she feels his tongue running circles around her swollen clit. He makes sure to keep his hands on her, slowly easing off of her as she comes down from her euphoric high.

It takes her a couple more seconds for her eyes to flutter open, letting her vision clear from the kaleidoscope of spots she was currently seeing. Heaving out a weighted breath, she looked down to his expected gaze, “You want a prize for that?”

Harvey grins at her words, full and wide as he stands to his feet, ignoring the pain the shoots through his joints. It was worth it.

“You feeling better?” He gently asks, watching how her skin emits a soft glow from her post-orgasmic haze.

“I’m-” Donna lets out a laugh, “Actually, I am.”

He mirrors her mirth then, leaning in to kiss her fully on the lips. “Then, that’s all I need,” he tells her softly when they part. 

A sluggish smile overtakes her, her eyes warm as she gazes up at him, “You did fine work, mister,” she applauds, immediately falling into another set of giggles. 

“What?” Harvey prods, amusement in his eyes as he watches her.

“Nothing,” Donna shakes her head, “I just can’t believe I let my boyfriend go down at me in the middle of work.” 

Harvey shrugs, “There’s a first for everything.” 

“You’re in incorrigible,” she notes with another shake of her head. 

A boyish smile crosses over him and he’s leaning over to peck her on the lips again, “Come on,” he grabs her hands, “let’s get back to work.”

“Hold your horses, mister,” she reels him back in when he tries to pull her away with him, “we’re not going anywhere yet.”

Harvey creases his forehead, his lips parting in that way that makes her want to kiss the confusion off his face. “Why-?”

“Because,” a coy grin pulls at her, cupping his now tented pants, “you can’t walk out of here with a raging hard-on.”

His eyes turn darker at her words, the implication of them mixed with the slow caress of her hands over his clothed member making him buck against her.

“Donna,” 

“Let me take care of you, Harvey,” she mimics, echoing his earlier words to her. It takes him a second too long for her words to sink in, watching in a half daze as she kneels before him, her four inch black Louis Vuitton’s resting on the floor of the file room.

“Donna,” Harvey growls in a warning, his breathing already becoming labored when her hand reaches out to unzip him, “You don’t have to-” 

“Oh, I know,” she half scoffs, easing the zipper down slowly, reaching inside his boxers with determination, “but I want to,” she gives him a full grin before she wraps her hand around him, already deliciously hard and firm in her hands.

He hisses when he feels her slightly cold hands around his flesh, and she chuckles out a breathy “sorry” before taking him into her mouth.

Heaven. Hell. Harvey doesn’t know where he currently resides, the feeling of her hot and wet mouth around him already sending him off to another plane of existence, that much he was certain.

“Shit, Donna,” he dares to look down at her, and he nearly comes undone when her hazel eyes meet his, lips curling up as she watches his resolve slowly slipping. She takes her time then, using her hand to draw slow circles on the base of his shaft, her crimson nails raking just slightly across his sensitive flesh. She draws him out of mouth, holding back a grin when he groans out in protest before her pink tongue is sneaking out, tasting the pre-cum from the head before she’s encompassing him whole again.

Harvey feels his stomach clenching with every slide of her tongue along his length, heaving out a curse that mixes with her name whenever she chooses to hum around him, a tuneless song reverberating from her throat. His fists clench against his side, watching her bobbing her head over him, and as soon as her copper waves are falling over her face, he’s sliding his hands through her hair, holding her in place. He doesn’t force her pace, letting her take control, as he always does in these instances. Plus, he just needs to see her.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he feels himself falling, falling deeper as she sucks him further into her mouth, a coy grin in the corner of her lips. “Donna, please, babe, I’m gonna-”

She only quickens her pace, telling him with her eyes that she wasn’t going to stop now. She feels his hands tighten in her hair when she moans around him, the vibrations nearly alighting him on fire as she ups her ministrations. She senses his undoing then, his thighs twitching in time with her oral movements, fingers gripping her golden manes just slightly, careful not to pull on her.

A hitched breath escapes him, and he feels himself jerking into her, spilling into her awaiting mouth with her name falling on his lips, a prayer and a plead all in one. He watches in between heavy pants as she eases him out, giving him a final taste with a twinkle in her eyes. His hands grow slack on her hair, sliding them down her silky curls before she’s standing up, smoothing out the creases on her dress in a casual manner, as if she didn’t just have him wrapped around her hands quite literally moments before. 

“You okay?” She smirks up at him, repeating his earlier question as she smooths down the tangles in her hair.

“I’m-” he gulps, heaving in a breath as he wills his brain to clear of the fog that had transcended even before she had her mouth wrapped around him. “You’re-”

“Amazing? I know,” she sasses, tucking him back into his pants in amusement. He was still nearly frozen on the spot. When he feels her zipping him up again, her eyes trained on him with a quirk of her lips, he snaps out of his daze, pulling her in for a heated kiss. He lets his tongue dance around hers for a moment, groaning when he can still taste her and himself. When oxygen becomes a necessity, his lungs still screaming from earlier, he’s pulling back, the room around them echoing with the soft smack of their lips.

“You’re more than amazing,” he murmurs against her, a sigh of content leaving him.

She lets out a pleased chuckle, their eyelashes nearly brushing with how close they were standing, “Well, I had to thank you somehow. Couldn’t let you leave with Harvey Jr. standing to attention.”

Harvey snorts at her nickname, “Please tell me that is not what you call it.”

“So what if it is?” She raises her eyebrows at him, faux innocence in her doe-eyed glare.

Her purses his lips then, sensing her tease, “You’re ruthless, you know that?”

She shrugs her shoulders, giving him another coy smile before turning around, crouching to pick up the discarded files when he had started this whole thing.

“Sorry about- this,” Harvey mutters, reaching down to giver her a helping hand, sending her a sheepish smile.

Donna chuckles, “I’m not.”

They share matching grins at that, working in tandem to collect the rest of the files, a comfortable silence overcoming them. When they place the last of the folders inside the box, Donna sliding it back to its proper place, she turns to face him again.

“So,” she leans against the shelves, reaching a hand out to smooth out the invisible creases on his vest.

“So, now you’re ready to go back to work?” Harvey muses, a humorous tilt to his voice.

Donna snorts, pulling him by the tie to peck his lips one more time. “I think we’re both more than a little… satisfied now, yes.” She sets off in the direction of the door, pausing when his hand gently tugs at her wrist.

“Hey,” he whispers against her, “You’ll get into the rhythm of things again, I know you will.”

She sends him a warm smile, her chest filling with love for the man before her, still needing to mentally pinch herself every time she realizes they’re a them now, no strings, all in, together. 

“I know,” she agrees softly, giving him a final squeeze of the hand before she’s turning to unlock the door. When the door swings open, they almost crash right into a familiar looking young man.

“Harold,” Donna speaks in surprise, watching the the gangly former employee looking at them with wide eyes.

“Donna, M- Mr. Specter,” Harold stutters. His blue eyes shift from one to the other, his words caught in his throat, hands gripping a set of papers. 

“Harold? Didn’t he used to work here?” Harvey inquires after a beat, directing the question to his girlfriend instead to the man in question. 

“Uh- yes Harv- I mean, Mr. Specter, yes. I just- Louis needed help with this case since it involves a client I’m working with and so I came here- to the firm, your firm now, uh, congratulations, by the way, and so I was just-”

“Harold,” Donna interrupts the poor man’s stumbling, trying to ease him with a smile, “You’re not under interrogation.”

He heaves a sigh of relief then, letting out a smile for the first time. It’s then that he notices the redhead’s hand was clasped onto the current managing partner’s, their clothes a little mangled.

“Does Mike know about this?”

“I- excuse me?” Donna asks in confusion.

“Mike- I know he’s married now to Zane, but last time I remember catching you with-”

Donna’s mouth hangs open, the words spilling out of her before he can continue, “You know what, Harry, Harvey and I have to get back to work,” she pulls her bewildered boyfriend by the hand, not letting Harold finish his thought as she drags them both out of the file room, turning the corner before they reach the elevators.

Harvey watches in confusion as she stands in front of the metal doors, her face stoic and unreadable. 

“Donna, what-” his head swivels back in the direction of the file room, his mind running a mile a minute given their recent activities and then run-in with a former Specter-Litt employee, one he barely remembers. 

“What did- what was that kid talking about?” 

His girlfriend faces him then, fixing him with an innocent smile. “Oh, that’s- a story for another time.” The elevator welcomes them with its arrival, and Donna saunters in, an extra sway on her hips in the hopes of distracting him.

It takes Harvey a moment before the feeling in his legs return, following her in without question. They stay in a heavy silence for a while, both of them sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes.

“You’ll tell me later?” Harvey asks after a beat.

Donna smirks, turning to look at him before the elevator doors open again, “Oh, you can count on that.” 

That file room was never not going to get her into trouble. One way or another. 

#darvey #darvey fic #author: ali #rated m #prompt #multi chapter

[justa-mysticmess]

Hi!! Your writing is so cute💕💕 i just love the feeling to them! So can I request a HC with RFA+Saeran with a MC who very rich and has a crazy car collection! Like she has plenty of warehouses full of them? Thank you in advance!

hello sweet heart ~! your words are so sweet and flattering and i just sat smiling at my screen for 5 minutes ~ ꒰ღ˘‿˘ற꒱⃛ ALSO your request is so cool! i am so excited to do this

Zen

✦ is so proud ! 

✦ also means he doesn’t have to travel in vans because mc does not let him go in those unsafe vehicles

✦ even if it means they end up providing drivers etc to his entire crew if they have to travel from one place to another, rare as that is

✦ zen loves the car rides because mc drives him to and from the set

✦ but he also dislikes that mc goes out of their way for him

✦ he gets smacked for voicing that thought out loud one day

✦ not too hard of course xD

✦ still prefers his bike but is learning to appreciate cars too

✦ because mc is so passionate and zen has come to realize their passion is commendable

✦ because seriously mc?! not one warehouse but multiple warehouses filled with awesome cars?!

✦ ends up really enjoying visiting the warehouses with mc because he sees this side of them! where they wash their cars and help with maintenance! 

✦ his most favorite times are when mc is driving them both in a roofless car along empty highways or through abandoned towns and he’s practicing his script with them as they speed down the road

Jumin

✦  found out when a very important client of his brought along lots of guests and jumin’s limo’s weren’t enough

✦  he was pissed and lowkey freaking out, and mc walked in just as he was calling driver kim to send the rest of the cars out because apparently the airport was filled with said guests

✦  mc offers to have cars sent over

✦  jumin finds the gesture sweet but is trying to decline before mc waves off his concerns and is on the phone having like a 100+ cars sent over to the airport

✦  when they get off the phone only within 10 minutes jumin is staring wide eyed

✦ mc i knew you were rich but just how many cars do you own?

✦  mc considers it for a moment before shrugging, saying they have a few dozen warehouses filled 

✦  jumin stares

✦ mc gets all defensive like, it’s hobby hunny bunny i love collecting cars okay! 

✦ and jumin is impressed and proud and says they should definitely go on drives together- without guards or driver

✦ of course mc will drive because jumin can NOT drive!

✦ sometimes he finds himself smiling at the memory of a random car fact mc mentioned while jumin fed them cherries

✦ loves how mc takes all of the knowledge driver kim offers to heart and rather enjoys their animated conversations with his favorite driver

✦ finds it adorable that mc has actually named their cars and makes it his mission to learn each and everyone’s names!

✦ loves buying cute accessories for mc’s cars and loves the smile the give him even more

Yoosung

✦ is shook!

✦ spends hours exploring the warehouses with mc on every other weekend

✦ it never gets old!

✦ totally understands a hoarder’s passion! 

✦ loves driving around with mc and is surprised because mc lets him drive too sometimes?!

✦ felt so guilty when he bumped a shiny red car into a pole one day that he didn’t take any offers to drive for a monTH!

✦ mc got tired and hugged him and had him take classes from one of their drivers

✦ it was so much fun

✦ but he was still skeptical of driving and did it considerably less

✦ mc was not pleased but didn’t pressurize him too much 

✦ lOVES when mc drives him to college, each day in a new car

✦ gets so popular because of it!

✦is determined to be get better quickly and gets more car games to practice driving even at home

✦ always cooks lunch and sometimes breakfast for himself and mc and doesn’t feel okay all day if he hasn’t handed it to them in the car right after a kiss to their nose

✦ it’s their every day routine now. no going back!

Jaehee

✦ so completely understands mc’s love for cars!

✦ is so! supportive of mc’s passion for their cars not just because mc is supportive of her passion for zen’s musicals

✦ but also because she wants mc to be happy and healthy

✦ does so much research on cars in  her free time

✦ surprises mc with in depth discussions on car engines and the best types of tyres 

✦ all the research is worth the wide smile and the bright eyes mc looks at her with

✦ is so proud because mc makes sure their cars are eco friendly and 

✦ is so happy that mc trusts her with their bae cars to pick the items they need for the coffee shop

✦ usually they both go together after closing hours though

✦ indulges mc’s interest by always buying them car magazines whenever she see’s one on solo shopping trips

✦ has gotten mc like a dozen plus keychains for their car keys yet

✦ definitely plans on buying more

✦ makes a lot of suggestions on how to make their cars and trips more eco friendly

Seven/Saeyoung

✦ already knew about mc’s love for cars because…duh hacker

✦ also knew mc had a lot of cars

✦ was honestly shocked when he found out the number of warehouses mc owned just filled with their awesome collections

✦ wanTS TO SEE IT ALL

✦ always compares his babes to mc’s favorite cars

✦ doesn’t care that he has only three cars

✦ don’t worry bae i’ll get you a ship full of cars

✦ doesn’t want donations!

✦ is speechless when mc gets him not one , or two, or three, but seVEN cars out of the 8 he had circled in his magazine

✦ laughed so hard when mc said they didn’t get him the eighth one because it was so fugly

✦ glomps mc because he didn’t want them buying him shit but

✦ he’s so HAPPY and feels sO LOVED

✦ honest to god cries a bit because he doesn’t deserve

✦ laughs it off and asks mc if he can break up with them just to propose to them again

✦ mc tells him to not even joke about that 

✦ nothing can ruin his mood today so he hugs mc and tells them he would propose to them every day even if they’re already together

✦ saeran has chosen that moment to walk in and makes gagging noises before promptly leaving

✦ doesn’t even compliment mc’s gifts to seven

✦ as revenge he gets mc to help him ‘kidnap’ saeran and keep him in the backseat of his latest red babe as they go on a romantic little drive

V

✦ is so excited 

✦ because like he loves photography

✦ and mc and their love of cars so much! mc would probably let him photograph them with their cars

✦ of course he could use that as an excuse to take more pictures of mc because… he loved taking pictures of them. he couldn’t get enough

✦  enjoys watching mc get excited when talking to him about their cars

✦ it’s mostly mc telling him facts and their favorite parts and jihyun soaking up the information

✦ doesn’t ever let mc pay for the repairs

✦ he doesn’t care if they are richer and very much capable of paying for their repairs

✦ is happy when mc reluctantly agrees and so awed when they say they understand his intentions and will let him spoil them a litte

✦ when it’s been a while after his surgery and his eyes are much muCH better now, they always drive out to mc’s favorite warehouses

✦ sometimes they stargaze sitting on the rooftops of one of said warehouse

✦ sometimes they drive along the ocean all night

✦ v honestly finds it so relaxing and therapeutic- totally understands mc’s excitement whenever they have plans to do so

✦ because of their very flexible work schedules, they luckily get to do so quite often

Saeran

✦ is honestly confused

✦ and annoyed

✦ only annoyed because mc shares that common interest with his god damn twin

✦ which means an endless headache for him whenever they’re in the same room

✦ because they won’t! shut! up! about mc’s latest car and the new features it has!

✦ has honestly considered blowing up one of mc’s warehouses

✦ come on! they have so many of them, they won’t even notice losing one warehouse!

✦ …yeah right

✦ the idea bothers him somewhat

✦ that he was still so violent 

✦ even though he didn’t attempt it, or say anything to mc, he needs to make up for having thought that

✦ poor bean does that by suggesting mc take him for a tour to one of their warehouses

✦ mc is ecstatic because they had asked once but saeran had so firmly rejected they never asked because it would bother him

✦ finds himself actually not hating it???

✦ mc makes cars seem so interesting with the way they talk and it’s honestly not half as annoying as it is when they are just squealing and screaming with saeyoung

✦ is so awed when mc shows him how to change tyres within five minutes! by themselves!

✦ mc offers him to try doing it too because he seemed really interested

✦ so satisfied when he manages to change a tyre nicely

#mysmes #mystic messenger hc #mystic messenger headcanons #rfa #saeran choi #v #king-zeno-orbis